Rarity stirred and groaned from deep beneath the heap of every bedcover and cushion she’d been able to get her hooves on before retiring to bed the previous night, feeling very, very cold in the penthouse suite atop Crystal Beautification, her home and the nerve centre of her fashion and beauty empire. Despite the warmth surging through the hot spring water piping in the walls and floor and the green fire lamps surrounding the three-poster bed the air was freezing, the heat from either failing to radiate far from its sources.

Groggily she considered that what she’d been dismissing as a little sniffle and snot yesterday, that she’d assured friends and colleagues alike she was likely to recover from with a steady intake of menthol and citrus may have developed into something worse, and her joints ached somewhat when she moved. In the dead darkness of the Frozen Northern winter the protective barrier around the city-state of the Crystal Empire cast by its Heart did its best to hold strong against the elements of the surrounding mountainous tundra and frostbitten forests, but as beset by blizzards as it was there were those long nights when one could feel every one of those elements seeping into their bones, and this had very much been one of those nights. At any rate it had definitely taken twice as long to heat these sleeping quarters it had taken for it to chill down again. Honestly, these nights made her question mildly why she’d chosen to migrate so far north, away from temperate Ponyville, once she’d wed.

Speaking of which, on top of it all Spike was away on business, participating in the Fresh New Year summit in Canterlot between the major cities of the realm, for which he represented their chosen home in his professional role as a diplomat for general discussion of domestic and trading issues. It had commenced from midweek to the week’s end, and this was now the small hours of its final day – while he’d be home this evening for sure, it had already felt like forever these past days and, in her lackadaisical present condition, she simply wasn’t sure what she was going to do with herself in the meantime if she had to stay inside all day besides tinker with her designs for next summer’s range.

She huddled in bed with the market-crafted, flower-and-pine patterned cushions and blankets feeling sorry for herself for an indeterminate amount of time, trying to distract herself from her cold by thinking about how she missed her dear, sweet husband. At the absolute least, she thought, the dragonfire in his chest would have kept her warm overnight for certain, and he’d never say no to giving her all-night snuggles if she was feeling weak, the lovely great romantic teddybear that he was. It made her feel a little bit better to imagine his arms around her and his jaw pressed against her cheek, maybe a little lick of his forked tongue against her neck and a little “I love you” whispered into her ear… she thought about that some more and couldn’t suppress a blush and a muffled little chuckle as she pulled all those blankets tighter around her.

Then she sneezed with force, a trio of “hat-choo”s causing the layers above her to scatter everywhere, then coughed pathetically. Having violently shed her protection she sat up and shook, inhaling through her teeth and holding her shoulders with her hooves in a futile effort to retain some modicum of warmth, and took a long, snotty sniff. She was wearing her furry pink night robe and her yellow eye mask with the butterfly ribbons which she wore to keep the flickering green light around her from distracting her sleeping mind, but with the blankets gone she needed to see to relocate them. She snapped it off and looked around, finding them haphazardly dumped around her on the heart-shaped bed. Before grabbing any, however, she magically levitated the box of tissues currently deposited on the bedside drawer towards herself and blew her nose with a gentle “honk”.

As Rarity did that she noticed the faint orange-pink glow of the crystal lotus she’d acquired recently in the adjoining kitchen. Mistmane had granted it to her when she’d visited her at the royal conservatory after work yesterday, a routine weekly check-in for a steaming earl gray with the kindly old mare that she’d nearly cancelled due to her lowered constitution and a lowkey fear of spreading her cold. While she’d insisted she was fine, no, really, while keeping her distance at the time, the pillar of Equestria had nonetheless convinced her with a pat on the hoof that possession of its curative qualities was better safe than sorry. She wished she’d taken it a mite more seriously now and had brought it closer to bed with her, rather than needing to take a long, agonising voyage out of bed to fetch it and bring it over. Instead she watched its glow shimmer through the doorframe as she plopped the avalanche of blankets back around herself with another glow of her horn.

She didn’t dare visualise precisely what kind of horror she resembled at this moment in time, sickly and without makeup as she was, and thought it best to hide inside her pile until the time came at last to bathe and attack the day. She squirmed around inside its depth reattempting sleep and before long began to doze off, contemplating which pattern would be best for the yellow-green summer dress she’d been in the middle of designing yesterday. Overlapping spots or uniform dots, frills or straight hems, a white or a green backdrop? Maybe she’d make both, but one would need adjusting so they didn’t resemble one another in shape overmuch…

Before long, the intended summery look of the yellow-green she was envisioning began to melt into a slurry before her mind’s eye as a jab pierced from the base of her skull to the front of her head, just behind the eyes, looking like the vile gunk she imagined was already re-accumulating within her sinuses. She needed that flower after all, and a glass of water to boot, but she was cold enough as it was and didn’t want to leave the relative comfort of her pile…

After a minute and another snotty honk she did anyway, reasoning that she would rather experience a momentary, sharper discomfort with the promise of something better, than doing nothing and continuing her insomniac misery. She wrapped herself tightly in the thickest duvet and stepped into the pink slippers that matched her robe, dipping her muzzle between its brittle petals and taking two lungfuls of the lotus’ stamen along with a tall glass after a staggering trek to the kitchen, then returned to her mattress with the flower in tow, placing it with some of the water into a saucer on the bedside table. It wasn’t a complicated scent, but it was heady, even through all the mucus – a eucalyptus- and mint-like scent cut through her blocked nostrils along with something cloying and antiseptic, facilitating her breathing just a little. It made her feel somewhat better despite the effort of moving, thank goodness, and she closed her eyes again, perchance to continue devising imaginary dresses…

But the dresses wouldn’t come. Maybe it was the weight of the largest cushion pressing upon her belly but after a few minutes of thinking of nothing much, she started to think of her darling Spikey. At first it was more abstract thoughts of how she missed him and how sweet he was, but before long she realised something important – besides her sleeplessness she was feeling dreadfully horny. The last couple of days being as full of the new year’s winter wear rush as they were and Spike’s ongoing absence had meant she hadn’t had much chance to see to her needs as an adult mare. Between that and the cold, perhaps there was a darn good reason she was feeling so run down, she thought to herself… and just perhaps there was something she could do about it, for relief and warmth, purely for medicinal purposes of course.

After loosening her robe from around her waist to expose herself just enough for comfort and with one cushion behind her back for support she began to touch herself, still lying deep within the thick duvet and covered in pillows. Thinking of Spike came to her imagination much more easily than the dresses had, and as she closed her eyes she immediately saw him in her mind’s eye, his smiling large jaw and painfully earnest, slightly toothsome loving expression that never seemed to lose its shine, his dilated green eyes looking deep into her own. She expressed a half-yawn, half-sigh as her hooves wandered south, one pressing softly on her lower stomach as the other idly massaged the cleft between her breasts, its soft underside gently squishing the hardening, sensitising nipple of one, and its hard outer side nudging the mound of the other. She imagined the circling movements she started to make around her small boobs as Spike’s claws stimulating her and made sure not to go too hard too quickly, lest the illusion of her husband’s gentle-but-firm technique be broken.

She inhaled as deeply as she could, the intake disrupted by her general mucal state, then exhaled more slowly through her mouth as her tummy and teats acquired a more sensual feeling from the rubbing she was inflicting on them. A quiet moan escaped her throat as she felt the general area of her lower abdomen twitch deep inside as she kept going, pressing down harder on her breasts and placing both hooves on each one as she stroked them. She focussed upon the thought of the weight of Spike’s muscular belly placed firmly against them as it often was during their intimate moments, and rolled a shoulder against her neck in an effort to replicate the sensation of one of his hot kisses as she continued. It worked well enough that she followed it up with a lick of just above her armpit where the shoulder met her chest, which felt very nice indeed.

She purred as her back arched and her tail flicked involuntarily as her movements became more rapid, and her back legs spread wider as her breathing became that little more ragged and shallow. In Rarity’s head Spike was atop her entirely now, strong, scaly, masculine arms and an inviting but firm green chest burying her in a wonderful world of irresistible, sexy dragon as he began to give her what she desired more than anything. She bit her lower lip gently and emitted another sigh of satisfaction with her own touch, her hips rocking gently as her hoof massaged her lower regions.

Another two minutes of playing with herself ensued, during which she couldn’t suppress a shivering, protracted yelp as her accumulating lust from Spike’s imaginary lovemaking became more intense along with the warm tingle spreading over the line of her back and the persistent, increasingly forceful twitches she was experiencing, seemingly emanating from a place so deep inside her it felt anatomically impossible. She hadn’t meant to do that but it made her snap to attention a little – maybe it was time to get serious about this, she supposed? Her tongue popped out of her pursed mouth for a half-second to moisten her dry lips as she decided that it was.

One hoof rested on her right breast while the other moved down a little further to her vagina and took the briefest of dips around the slit. She grinned naughtily as she sensed some stickiness, just a little compared to the heat she was feeling around that area, but not negligible. She ran the rim of her hoof around the outer lips of her pussy for a moment as she patted her breasts with the other, then put the cleft of its underside atop her erect clitoris as she curved the rest inwards, rubbing it while carefully scraping the top of her canal with the hard part.

Rarity jolted and gasped as her hoof entered her body like that. Its relative coldness meeting her steaming wet crotch made her wince a little and second-guess whether she should have blown on it a few times before going in. It didn’t last long though, and before long heat transferred from the entrance to her vagina to the affected appendage along with some friction as she stroked herself repeatedly, stimulating just the opening for now. She could feel the alabaster outer skin parting slightly wider as her purple pussy became engorged, slicker and softer as she became more and more receptive. As she pleasured herself she imagined Spike’s intromission, a gentle but momentous piercing of what felt like her entire being with his rock-hard dragon cock. She blushed deeply, started to breathe heavily and her mouth became a little “O” shape as she tilted her head back and stretched, her mane pouring back onto the cushions behind her.

Little by little her hoof probed deeper into her depths and her juices began to trickle out, coating it and lightly wetting both her taint and the dock of her tail. Her legs fully akimbo now she pressed the hoof that had been patting her teats against her protruding clit, grinding on it as she started to fuck herself harder with the other. She sweated and groaned and gritted her teeth as she snorted lightly, her nostrils flaring as she thrusted it into and out of her sopping wet insides, a repetitious sucking sound making itself heard through the blankets she was wrapped inside. She started to wail breathily and imagined Spike making passionate, deep love to her, her liquid pussy clinging hungrily to his very solid dick as it drove into her, their bodies smashing into one another frantically as she bucked beneath him, his chest pressing against her as her hooves clung to the bases of his wings and her legs wrapped around his tail, raw sexual energy crackling between them as they bounced in unison, awaiting the come, together, together…

She huffed and panted as she neared the peak of her arousal, feeling fit to burst from the waves of pleasure throbbing through her frame, like she was about to split open from how amazing she felt now. Her hooves were going wild on her sensitive parts which felt like they were going to melt, and she could feel that twitching in the pit of her belly become a steady thrum from an engine that was determined to bore its way out of her in all directions. It was all she could do to keep herself from totally losing control from the intensity as her insides writhed just beneath her skin and muscles, and her mind raced as she envisioned Spike fucking her harder and harder, his massive cock pumping in and out of her body like a well-oiled piston that was created solely for giving his wife the screw of the century. She whined and squealed at a heightening pitch as she rammed herself more, more, nothing on Une could stop her from coming now, now, oh, oh God…!

‘Oh, darling!! Oh, Spike! SPIKE!!! Oh, ohh, oooooAAAAAoooooh!’ she cried out, her tongue hanging out as she climaxed, the pretty pillows on top of her getting tossed every which way as she bounced up and down on the mattress, her wide eyes rolling back in her head in her orgasm. Her hoof was ensconced firmly nearly halfway inside her pussy as it squeezed on it hard, the muscles of its walls pulsating violently, rhythmically for what was probably less time than it felt. She clamped her other hoof down on her clitoris as hard as she could muster besides, the heat and pressure feeling positively tectonic as blissful golden magma flooded outward from her womb for delivery via her spine to every cell in her body, from the tip of her horn to her hooves. In her imagination Spike was still making hot, dripping love to her, she’d come first, but the details were starting to turn hazy now she’d gotten off.

She continued panting and stroking herself hard, running her free hoof through her thin, matted pubic hair until the wonderful feeling subsided, and once it was over she found herself back in a cold, dim room, alone once again. With a tug her hoof popped out of her body audibly and she sighed, one heaving breath that resonated throughout the chamber. That had been an incredible time for sure, a come she felt was worthy of a history book dedicated to such things, but ultimately it was just a daydream… although the endorphins she’d set loose had helped somewhat; while it was possible it was just the placebo effect in action her sinuses felt half as full as before.

She became faintly aware of her mane, tousled as it had become, a grey-marbled purple mop of the stuff covering one of her eyes completely, and brushed it back behind her ear. Besides that she realised she could smell the medicinal lotus and the rosy scent of yesterday’s fragrance on her pillow upon which she’d been resting her head better now, as opposed to the nothing she’d been registering before, and her ears popped as the pressure in her head went down slightly. No, no, the miracle of masturbation and/or pharmaceutical botany, Mistmane’s most thoughtful present to her, had definitely had a positive effect upon her wellbeing.

She smiled and sniffed before pulling the flowery pillows she’d thrown around back to her immediate surroundings again, then levitated another few tissues towards herself, wiped her operative hoof then her still-slick opening with one before discarding it and tightening the sash on her robe, keeping the rest close by in case she needed to service her runny muzzle again besides. Then she put her frilly sleeping mask back over her eyes and wriggled, nestling down inside her pile once again, now bathed in the soft glow of the crystal lotus, still a bit cold and grotty but not as sad as before. Spike would be home later today, after all, and she certainly didn’t intend for her dreams to remain dreams once he was.

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She awoke again to a dark room the same as before, bathed only in dim green light with a hint of orange, but Rarity could definitely hear movement and smell cooking in the kitchen despite the now-closed door. For a moment, in her torpor she worried whether or not somecreature had broken into the penthouse and was making breakfast before shaking that idea off as perhaps being a little silly. Nonetheless, it seemed prudent to investigate the quiet commotion next door, so she shed her pillows and rose onto all four legs with a slight wobble, the faintest inner ear imbalance giving her a second’s hassle before she was ready to go. She still felt a tad ill, and while the worst of it seemed behind her now it seemed inadvisable to stress about potential robbers. Besides, she had a good feeling that she knew exactly who it was, and it wasn’t the window cleaner.

Pulling her robe’s sash a little tighter she approached the door and knocked twice, causing whatever was happening in there to quieten before the door swung open. Spike stood there bathed in yellow light, holding a spatula and wearing a frilly pink apron and his royal advisor’s medallion, and with a big grin on his face. ‘Spikey-Wikey?!’ she gasped, looking up at him with a tired but gleeful smile, ‘You’re back early!’

He waved the spatula around like a conductor as he spoke, very happy to see her. ‘Oh, I’m sorry Rare, did I wake you up? I wanted to surprise you with scrambles and pancakes!’

He stepped aside as Rarity trudged into the oil lamp-lit room and took a whiff of the cheesy, oniony, chive-y scrambled eggs he’d been whisking up. ‘What time is it, darling… I can’t tell when it’s dark all the time like this! It is morning, isn’t it? I fear I’ve slept all day, the way I’ve been feeling!’

‘Sure, I’m just making 7pm scrambled eggs and potato pancakes for you, like a normal dragon,’ he said, with a straight face before smiling again, ‘Kidding, it just turned seven, in the morning. Let myself in through the balcony window because I figured you weren’t feeling so hot after the last couple of scrolls you sent.’ He bent down slightly and brushed a claw between her muzzle and cheek and continued, ‘And you’re, aw, you’re all red in the face… looks like my instinct was right!’

Rarity rose a little, stretching her back up to his tender touch despite herself. Then he put the spatula down on the counter and turned the hob down as she replied. ‘Mmm… did I mention anything about that, I don’t remember…? Anyway, how did you get away from the Fresh New Year summit like that? I hope you haven’t triggered any sort of incident on my account!’

‘Well, you did and didn’t, like, I can kinda tell? And all the important logistical, diplomatic and resource-led stuff that needed to get done was all finalised yesterday and today’s itinerary is mainly ceremonial, so nopony minded that I’d set off early, once I’d explained that you weren’t well,’ said Spike, ‘I have ponies who can pick up the slack at meetings like that, and I let as many of the others know as I could before I started the flight back. I ran it by Twilight, and Cadance knows, and understands, though she wants me to brief her early. Uh, the Las Pegasian vice-mare gave me a bottle of wine when I said my farewell to her, check it out!’

He gestured to a paper bag on the far end of the counter a way away from the oven top, with a sealed bottle stem sticking out of its top, looking very much like red wine. ‘Ooh, well, that’s simply lovely, dear! We’ll have to drink it together, but, ah, perhaps not at this precise second!’ Rarity said, before stepping closer to Spike, leaning in for a hug.

He caught her before she could embrace him, lifting her off her hooves and giving her a cuddle as he leaned against the counter. With one hand around her waist and the other supporting her just below the tail, he closed his eyes and gave her a smooch on the forehead as she buried her face in his chest. ‘Oh, we will… by Celestia and Luna both, Rarity, I’ve missed you these past days…’ he sighed.

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and a wobbling lower lip, looking mock-pathetic. ‘I’m sorry you had to rush back to such a snotty old mare, my darling… It’s regrettably true, you’re quite right that I’m rather under the weather, I’ve had the most atrocious night feeling just dreadful! And so cold without you with me, too…’

Spike almost guffawed, but stopped himself – Rarity was normally such an independent mare it was cute, a downright novelty to see her so brazenly needing his undivided attention, but she wouldn’t thank him for teasing her for it. ‘Aw, Rarity, please don’t apologise for anything, my love… right after Hearth's Warming is a pretty common time to get sick, I guess,’ he said with a serious face that softened as he spoke, slowly squatting as he deposited her back onto the kitchen tiles, ‘But you know what they say about colds, right? Feed ’em! Let me get these eggs cooked and I’ll make it all better. Whaddaya say?’

‘I’d sorely appreciate that, darling… but could you fix some beans besides? There’s a few cans in the cupboard above the chiller!’ Rarity said, before levitating a glass onto the kitchen table and opening said chiller to retrieve some orange juice, ‘I may benefit from some vitamin C in the meantime.’

Once she’d poured it out and clunked the refrigerator door back shut the cupboard door started to glow blue as she opened that too, but Spike interrupted her. ‘I’ll take care of that, Rare. You rest, here or back in bed.’ Then he turned away from her, grabbed a can with one claw then turned the eggs’ hob back on.

She stood at the threshold, standing on her back hooves and leaning against its frame and taking a long, invigorating sip as she watched Spike weave around the cooking area, stirring, heating and seasoning her destined breakfast. The aroma of the halfway-cooked eggs and its accoutrements mingling with the fried pancakes he was flipping over intermittently just about penetrated her nostrils and smelled absolutely delicious, if possibly with a tad more butter than she’d normally allow, and the beans he dumped into a saucepan were the ones in barbeque sauce, which they both preferred over the tomatoey stuff. Presented with a simple but tasty and lovingly prepared breakfast such as the one Spike was concocting she felt her tummy rumble, a faintly painful quake inside her upper abdomen, but that concerned her little. Besides food, Spike had more to offer her…

She silently observed Spike’s naked purple back, arms, wings and tail as he worked, and marvelled. He really had filled out into the tall frame he’d been blessed with after his growth spurt a few years before and she couldn’t be happier about it. Spike was all business nowadays, a consummate professional whose work changed lives for the better, a dear, sweet husband who loved her very much, and a beefcake of a dragon she could behold all day and night. Her lips parted and she licked them slowly as she watched him from behind, the muscles in his enormous lean back and shoulders rippling as he moved from side to side, his tail slithering likewise as he stepped around, his wings, currently retracted but nonetheless protruding proudly out of his shoulder blades. She particularly admired the rounded squares of his buttocks, firm but dimpled where it counted, curving outward a little from below where they joined the tapering small of his back, their cleft concealed by his thick, serpentine tail and its emerald-green frills that cascaded down in a line to its pointed tip from the top of his head.

Then she sneezed, twice, the disruption to her horn’s magic nearly spilling her drink before a pause, then once more. Spike looked over his shoulder at her with a wry glance and said ‘Guess I’ll hold the pepper, then.’

She dabbed a tissue to her face and honked again as her eyes watered a little. ‘I shan’t lie, I’m admiring the view whilst you work, darling,’ she said before coughing once into it and taking another mouthful, ‘I’d rather stay in here where you’re working the stove. I don’t suppose I could come a little closer where it’s warm?’

He turned back to look at her, still wiggling his utensil around in the saucepan. ‘I guess if you sneeze on it, it’s your germs. Come on over, baby, I’d appreciate the company… it’s nearly cooked anyway.’

Rarity’s heart fluttered just a little as she placed the remaining juice onto the table, inched closer to Spike and stretched upwards, leaning her hooves upon his shoulder and rubbing her mane against his neck. He chuckled and put his free arm around her, giving her an embrace from the side. She squealed for a second as he drew her right onto his side and kissed her on the cheekbone, and she returned his romantic gesture with a giggle and a kiss on the neck that parted with a soft lick. They turned to each other and looked into one another’s faces, both with incredibly comfortable, intoxicated looks. Rarity’s cheeks bunched as she breathed, ‘Oh, Spike, I’m so happy you came back for me… you really didn’t need to, it’s just a little cold…’

‘Yeah, well, I love you… plus when I read your scroll saying you had a “tiny sniffle” but were “actually perfectly fine” it just seemed like the smart thing to do. Besides, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, in my, uhh, private moments away. It gave me the excuse I needed, if you know what I mean.’

Rarity giggled and looked down, knowing exactly what he meant before looking into his eyes. ‘I could say the same, darling… without that, last night would’ve been simply unbearable. I love you too, truly…’

Spike snuffed the heat on the stovetop before putting down his spatula and facing Rarity fully, and she hitched her plot onto the counter and slid her right leg up against his left thigh as he held her by her waist with both claws, then moved in to rub his snout against her muzzle for a moment before she put her hooves around his face for a deep, wet kiss he returned with feeling. His snout almost bumped her muzzle hard until the two of them rotated them to the appropriate degrees, but once they were comfortable they went for a deep one for ten seconds or longer, followed up with three shorter but no less passionate ones.

Rarity closed her eyes and felt Spike’s long tongue flick against the roof of her mouth and his jaw press against her cheek as she softly blew into his maw. One of his claws travelled up her back to the collar of her robe and pinched at it, slowly sliding it back down and exposing her shoulders. That made her a little colder, and she pushed Spike away for a moment. A strand of saliva stretched between them for a second before breaking and she panted for a second to regain her breath, the pinkness in her cheeks draining as she did so.

‘Darling, do you really think this is the grandest idea?’ she asked, looking up at her husband with concern in her shimmering blue eyes, ‘I know dragon diseases and pony diseases can differ, but not always! I’m probably contagious and I wouldn’t want to, ah, infect you with whatever nasties I’m suffering…’

Spike’s claw gripped her bare shoulder, and he shook his head gently as he tickled her lower neck. ‘I am willing to take that chance, Rare,’ he breathed, with eyes half-lidded. ‘Worst case scenario, we can be sickly together, but I should be alright so long as I shower after.’

‘Ooh, yessss…’ she whispered, nuzzling against his claw and letting him run it through her slightly damp mane, ‘Mmm… well, I don’t think I could start to resist you if I wanted to, precious… although I may need some energy before we, ah, make love, if that’s what you want, I know it’s certainly what I want, if you’re sure you want me like this…’

‘I want you bad no matter how you’re looking, baby,’ Spike inhaled, closing his eyes as he hugged her again, caressing where her spine became her tail, ‘You still look amazing, but even if you didn’t I don’t care about anything else… but yeah, breakfast is a good idea. Beans and eggs for you, something proteiny for me. I’m not super-hungry.’

‘Are you certain? You flew between Canterlot and here just now! It’s far enough! You can have some of what you’ve made me if you wish, darling. You already seem intent on taking a dip into my well of pestilence, I may as well offer.’

Spike dropped a plate onto a silver tray, then slopped Rarity’s breakfast half-and-half onto it, making a moat of beans and eggs around the pancakes as she spoke. ‘I mean, I might if you can’t manage it all, but we’ve still got some bars on the top shelf and one of those’ll do me for now,’ he said before reopening the overhead cupboard, reaching up and locating one, peeling the wrapper off with a pinch and a push before snapping half off in his mouth, ‘Vhere. Preddy gubd!’

‘It’s ungentledragonlike to speak with your mouth full, my darling…’ Rarity smiled, watching Spike lovingly as he swallowed his mouthful, then snaffled the other half, ‘But you’re sexy enough to get away with it around me.’

Spike chuckled before grabbing a spoon and the plate with one claw, and Rarity by the waist with the other. ‘Fhorry, I mean, sorry,’ he said as the last of the granola went down the hatch. He untied the apron from around his back and folded it over the back of a nearby chair as he spoke again, ‘My table manners must’ve slipped while I’ve been gone. That should fuel me up, at any rate… now, let’s get you all comfy and cozy and warm, and take things from there?’

‘You won’t need to try very hard, dear! Ooh, take me to bed and look after your poor, poorly wife as only you can!’ Rarity squealed, giggling uncontrollably as Spike escorted her with a slight lift out of the kitchen and back to their love nest.

As they returned to the bed Spike observed the thorough churn of the cushions and blankets Rarity had discharged everywhere overnight. ‘Man, you weren’t kidding about having a rough night. We need to get you tucked in.’

After placing the breakfast food on the bedside table and his medallion beside that he deposited her, on her back, onto the left side of the wide, heart-shaped bed just firmly enough that the mattress bounced for a moment. With a glow of her horn she collected the pillows up behind her head as he took the thickest blanket in one claw and spread it before putting it over her body, then doing as he’d promised, tucking her in on one side of the bed, then bustling over to the other side and doing the same. She wriggled to get warmer as he took a seat by a pillow next to her and looked at her with a serene smile on his face, and she looked back at him, eyes wide as she buried her face beneath the covers and looked up at him with big, slightly watery eyes, her hooves holding them over their tops. After a moment of snuggling down she rose back up slightly. ‘Aw, you know how to look after me, my love…’ she sighed.

Spike responded by lying next to her on top of the bed, giving her another scritch behind her ear and a light tousle of her mane. ‘I love you… I love you,’ he sighed in return as she squeaked softly from the pleasure of his touch. Then he noticed the crystal lotus in the saucer he’d placed her breakfast aside for the first time. ‘Hey, nice plant. Is that one from Mistmane’s garden?’

‘It is, a lotus from her conservatory, specifically… it’s rather, ah, smelly, but in a manner that’s abetted me somewhat. It was very thoughtful of her, all things considered. I may owe her a favour later on its account, as a matter of fact.’

‘It’s very minty, but it’s not bad. Hey, Smolder’s told me before that flowers like that are a dragon delicacy, but I’ve never eaten one myself.’

‘Well, please don’t until I’m all better, I may yet have further need of it,’ said Rarity, ‘Speaking of which, darling… I am rather peckish! Won’t you pass me the breakfast tray?’

‘Oh, sure, almost forgot,’ said Spike, sitting back up and grabbing the tray, placing it between them and grabbing the spoon he’d brought along. ‘Maybe you should sit up while I spoonfeed you. It’s better for your digestion…’

‘It’s not out of the question for me to feed myself! I’m not that ill!’ Rarity almost-complained before doing as he said, propping herself up on her pillow, ‘But… oh, go ahead and baby me for a little while, Spikey-Wikey, I’m not feeling proud…’

‘Right now it’s all I wanna do,’ said Spike, leaning on one elbow and piling some beans and egg onto the spoon, before waving it at Rarity’s mouth. She opened up and, tentatively so as not to whack her teeth with it, he inserted it in there, pressing lightly onto her tongue and retracting it once she’d closed her lips and licked it in. She looked up as she chewed and swallowed and he felt a heart pang of adoration as he watched. ‘How is it?’ he asked once she’d eaten the first bite.

She smiled and batted her eyelashes at him. ‘I’m sure it’s even more delicious than I’m tasting, but that sense is a tiny bit shot, Spikey… however, its warmth isn’t blunted by my condition one iota! Another, if you don’t mind?’

He did as she asked a few more times, each new entry greeted with “mmm” noises emanating from Rarity’s throat and some light “nom” sounds from her mouth. While his aim was mostly true, a trickle of brown sauce did at one point begin to leak from one corner of her mouth, which she was swift to dab away with another paper tissue.

After several spoonfuls Rarity stopped Spike, holding the spoon with a blue aura from her horn, wresting it from his grip and levitating the tray onto her lap. ‘Ahh… ah-ah, Spike. As lovely as that is, I don’t think you can spoon pancakes into my mouth,’ she said, ‘I think I can take it from here… although the offer still stands if you want to partake!’

‘You eat up,’ said Spike, wriggling snake-like closer to Rarity into the space the tray had been taking up before she’d shifted it and putting his arms around her, ‘I’ll keep you toasty.’

Rarity had already carefully crammed a portion of beans rolled up in half a pancake into her now-bulging cheeks, so she answered by leaning against Spike and relaxing as she chewed. She closed her eyes, feeling the heat inside Spike’s torso against her fur as she swallowed her mouthful and murmured, ‘I love you, you lovely warm thing… you know, I’m rather looking forward to the main course after this…’ she raised a hoof to her mouth and smiled at him sweetly, with a wicked glint in her eyes.

As she continued eating the remainder of the dish Spike put his head around the back of her neck and his claws atop the blanket around her belly, just above where she’d rested the tray, stroking and patting it lightly while gently nibbling at her shoulder joint. She squirmed and wriggled and at one point had to make him stop so she could actually eat, but she didn’t dislike his caress at all – to the contrary, while she’d been plain about her desire to make love to Spike back in the kitchen, her arousal had been low-to-moderate until now, and this was making warmth and relaxation spread from there to the rest of her body. This was lovely foreplay in its own delicious way, and a nice preview of what was sure to come.

Once she’d finished her meal Spike looked at her admiringly. ‘Well, I hope that was enjoyable, Rare. How are you feeling now?’

She turned to look at him and wriggled beneath her blanket again, looking unfathomably comfortable as she shot him a contented smile through almost-closed eyes and smacked her lips. ‘Oh, Spikey-Wikey, that was simply marvellous… its straightforwardness was its virtue given the current limitations placed upon my palate, although I could just about taste the onion and herbs you added! I daresay the lotus facilitated somewhat…’

He put his claw on her forehead, and she sighed as he caressed her brow and around her horn. ‘Why don’t you climb in here with me, darling? I won’t be able to truly feel better without my favourite dragon,’ she breathed.

Spike said nothing as he accepted the invitation, carefully slotting himself into the bed then tucking the sheets back in, then snuggling up to her with one arm over her diaphragm, the other on her neck. She returned the gesture as they faced each other by putting a hoof on his arm and pressing her chest against his. ‘Ooh, Spike, you really are nice and warm…’

‘Mmm… I’m hot for you, for you, the pony that I love…’ Spike muttered in a sing-song voice right before Rarity moved in for a kiss, a deep draught of the warmth emanating from within his gullet as she put her other hoof on his other shoulder, and he gripped her by her sides, raking his claws under her night robe and squeezed softly as he returned her kiss aggressively, his tongue cupping inside hers as he tickled its midsection with the fork of his.

They kissed and kissed again for a couple of minutes, Spike’s rougher tongue grinding against Rarity’s smooth one, spitty smooches bringing forth loving licks culminating with tight holding and massaging of one another’s bodies as they prench-kissed passionately. Rarity felt herself heating up, from Spike and from her increasing sexual arousal, and she could definitely feel his erect cock prodding her lower tummy as they were pressing up against one another.

She gave Spike two taps on the shoulder, and he pulled his mouth away from her as they gazed into one another’s eyes. ‘Darling…’ Rarity uttered, a coy look on her big eyes and little smile as she looked into Spike’s face, a look of abject devotion in his reptilian eyes and broad, toothy upturned mouth. ‘When you said Cadance wanted you to report early, how early did you mean…?’

‘Nine… we’ve got time to ourselves yet, baby…’ Spike said before returning another few kisses to Rarity’s jaw and neck. She held him tighter by his waist, running her hooves over his taut muscles and his slightly rough but yielding scaly hide, kissing him on his forehead as he did so.

A shivering yelp escaped her as Spike’s heavy petting led his claws to the small of her back, his tips raking her spine before locating the dimples there and giving them a loving tickle. As he pressed his stomach tight against her abdomen and his dick against her pubis Rarity felt her insides down there twitch again, just slightly but definitely signalling to her that it was past time for some real fun. ‘Spike, I love you but I don’t think I can last much longer… won’t you give your poorly wife,’ she moaned, raising her hoof to her mouth and interrupting herself with a cough as her voice dried out into a breathless squeak for a moment, ‘Ahem, what she really wants, dear?’

He snuggled her for a moment more before pulling away a little. ‘I could do this all day… but if you insist, you horny mare!’ He kissed her chest before raising his hips, parting his legs and taking his weight off his elbows onto his knees. Rarity felt his cock brush against her labia as he pulled back, the septum barely making contact with her clitoris, and she bit her lip as she spread her legs likewise, awaiting Spike’s penetration.

He paused for a moment as Rarity felt the twitching bulbous tip of his member press lightly against her soft, shiny pussy lips, and another twitch that left a tingle in her belly. They exchanged an intense, lustful glance and Rarity noticed Spike’s tongue, which was hanging out of his grinning maw and licking his lips hungrily, almost malevolently. ‘What’s the hold-up, precious-pants? Please, I want this so much…! Please!’

Without another word Spike shoved his hips forward, half his cock piercing, without resistance, the trembling inner cushion around Rarity’s waiting cavity. She squealed and tipped her head back, her mane spilling on the pillow behind her head as her hooves held him tightly by the hips, panting as a second motion forced the rest inside her. Once Spike was completely ensconced in there he put his claws on her chest and almost ripped off her robe, parting it violently from her chest and belly so it was barely hanging from her forearms only.

As soon as that was done he held her by the hip with one claw and her shoulder with the other and began to make love to her, simultaneously rough and tender, and Rarity closed her eyes and let her jaw gape with awe at the fullness she felt, gasping haltingly as the girth of his cock ground against the wringing wet undulating walls of her canal. She could feel its slight curve pressing upwards towards her abdominal muscles, its weight pressing into and down on the rest of her insides, every ridge and edge of the hot, pulsing craggy thing abrading the contours of her squirming pussy, making her feel like it was about to catch fire along with the little brushing sensation from the frills on its undersides dipping in and out. It was already in deep enough that it felt like its head was winding its way right through her guts and about to prod her stomach, despite knowing that that was not how it worked.

She moaned, trying to call his name but having a little trouble with the enunciation. As wonderful as her masturbatory fantasy of Spike’s sex had been in the small hours of the morning it hadn’t been any sort of substitute for the real thing, she reflected for a moment, just a moment as he lowered himself onto her a bit more, pressing against her bouncing breasts and moving both his claws to her sides as he fucked her more and more. She responded in turn by parting her legs as far as she could and stretching her body out further, putting her front hooves around his shoulders and clasping the back against his thrusting buttocks and tail. ‘Spike… Spike! Ohhh, my precious darling sweetheart,’ she gasped, her eyes watering somewhat, ‘Oh, Spikey-Wikey, I desire you so much I feel as if I’m losing my mind… oooh!’

Spike spread his wings outwards as he drove his dick further in, discarding the blanket onto the tiles at the foot of the bed as he strained and moaned. ‘Rarity, oh my Rarity, I love you, I love you… if we’d go insane like this they’d have to put us in the asylum together and let us screw all day and night, or we’d die of broken hearts… sweet Celestia, you’re so tight and hot and gorgeous, and, I, IIiiii ooohh-ohh hnng, nngh, nnng! Gragh! Aaaooooh! Fuuu-uuu-uuuhhhh!’ Spike’s speech disintegrated into inchoate moans and grunts as he unleashed his lust upon Rarity’s body even harder than before, pushing his full weight onto her pelvis and tummy as his lower belly stimulated her clit and his slimy, veiny cock pumped into her gushing wet canal over and over.

She sat against her supporting pillow as she grabbed him and cried out into his chest, tightening her legs around his tail and feeling that repetitious thrum convulsing inside her womb from before but more intensely this time, like it was a thick balloon filled with a similarly thick, boiling semi-liquid that threatened to explode and cook her from the inside out. Her fur was becoming increasingly matted with sweat as some of it seemed to be radiating out already, every bit of her heating up as she bucked beneath Spike’s vigorously thrusting body and returning the favour as best she could, clinging to him and shaking, shuddering, absorbing the power of his incredible sex that rocked her to her core, to say nothing of his red-hot, throbbing penis that was so deep inside her it felt absolutely magnificent, a primal, raw intimacy she was certain few could ever know. Her curly tail wrapped around his fleshy, scaly one and constricted as she held him tighter, her front and back hooves alike completely wrapped around his straining torso, and put her head over his shoulder as he squished her flesh between his body and her support. ‘Spike, oh, Spike, ohhh, Spike… don’t stop, never stop, darling! Ahh! Ahhhh!’ she cried.

‘Rare, Rare, I’m going to, oh Rarity!!’ Spike puffed in response as he started to rut her even harder, driving it deep and rapidly as he explicitly approached his orgasm. Her body swaying beneath him as much as it was she could scarcely speak, instead putting her hooves on his hips again and tightening her hold as she gasped and wailed. She was getting terribly close to her climax now, too, and her insides clenching and throbbing as much as they were around Spike’s wonderful, pounding dragon cock it was going to be big, positively world-shattering, the bed beneath them was creaking and quaking as if it was about to break in two and every bit of her body was wobbling back and forth as Spike gave it to her and it was so good, she was going to come so hard, she was going to have an orgasm heretofore unprecedented!

‘Spike! SPIKE, I, I, I,–’ she gulped, but she couldn’t finish what she’d started…

Golden fireworks hotter than the core of the sun suddenly blasted out of Rarity’s face and belly, shooting and spiralling gloriously every which way, and her mind went blank at the sheer pleasure she experienced in that instant, everything around her turning blinding white. The sheer scope of her orgasm was as though she was no longer equine in the moment, just a series of blissful, very sexual flares and innermost crunches of incredible joy and energy, like she was a burning star, a massive celestial body of some sort pushing almightily against the cold infinite void enveloping it that couldn’t stop reacting to its own searing power.

All five senses were so overwhelmed that she had lost control, not just of her faculties but of her own perception of existence, not that she was cognisant of the situation. She couldn’t remember anything about herself, there was no self here, wherever here was, there was nothing but raw sensation and joy that consumed her throbbing, incandescent mass. She was vaguely aware of a big, positively enormous essence being poured into another that seemed to be her own, feeding it with an alchemical bonding on a molecular level to an extent that was far more than strictly necessary, but to both’s mutual desires. Whatever her being was now seemed to shift and swell in response, then contract and disperse before reaccumulating a little more, over and over. An apex was surely reached after an undefined period of time that brought her to a near-breaking point on some level, as if she could truly have gone supernova, but after that her material existence began to stabilise and cool little by little, although the bliss of her shuddering, flaring energies remained.

It probably took a while for the dissociation she was violently experiencing to subside at all, although how long exactly was impossible to measure what with all the simultaneous imploding and exploding. When she’d reached a certain cooling-off point her body began to knit itself back together, starting with her bones, then her organs, and moving outwards until her muscles, flesh, mane and skin were fully reconstituted. Then Spike suddenly zoomed squarely back into her perception and she caught a faceful of his outspread wings, his panting face dripping sweat onto hers, the feeling of his arms’ almost suffocating embrace and the claws gripping her almost tightly enough to draw blood and the unmistakable feeling of him coming inside her.

He roared haltingly but passionately as he repeatedly slammed his cumming cock inside her and blew it all, his massive balls quivering against her soft taint and his hips locked against hers as slick, forceful wave after wave of fantastic, thick, hot dragon cum spurted right through the cervix his furiously ejaculating glans was docked against into her uterus, splattering thick ropes of sperm right into its deepest reaches with that inimitable snap, crackle and pop the magical embers it contained afforded before dissipating, more besides cascading down her overflowing pussy and making a gunky mess of her nether regions, pearly blobs dripping into and over her anus and the base of her tail, to say nothing of the gelatinous puddle surely accumulating on the bedsheets…

Her pussy was still clenched so tightly around his fat, pulsating member that she could feel every bit of its red-hot flesh and sinew going critical, squirming and spasming as it pumped more cum at high pressure into her core, not just into her womb, it felt like every nerve in her body was going haywire as Spike’s stuff flowed into it. While the strongest of her come – something she was already having trouble recalling, strangely, but it had definitely happened with every bit of the immensity she had expected – had subsided, her vagina’s voraciousness was unfathomable and deep, and she gasped for breath as she surprised herself a little with a strong shaking sensation in her filling belly, a prelude to a series of guttural wrenches as it attempted to wring as much out of her lover as possible.

She felt so overwhelmed by the dual experience of her orgasm and his in such rapid succession, not to mention the inner heat that had encroached out from her genitals upon every bit of her as well as the hot cum pooling inside her, that all she could do was tremble and cry a little as she held onto Spike’s triceps with both hooves, every inch of her soaked with her own sweat, smiling broadly to herself with total satisfaction as Spike’s last few squirts ebbed to their conclusion. Once he was spent, with one final judder he withdrew his dripping white dick from her vagina which seemed reluctant to let it go, tightening up and resisting his separation halfway until he grabbed his cock where it joined the balls and gave it a harder tug outwards that made a wet glopping sound as it exited. Its removal left a gaping, spermy, twitching meaty hole that Rarity felt slowly seal itself back up, and she moaned in contentment, placing her hooves on her belly just above her brimful womb, groaning and whimpering further as no small amount of Spike’s stuff seeped back out.

Once he was properly out he almost crashed and collapsed on top of her – fortunately he still had the wherewithal to plonk himself hard onto his back on the mattress with one last bounce, breathing heavily. Now separated from him Rarity found herself unable to move, and likewise lay on her back gasping for breath, her stomach expanding and contracting and tears streaking down her cheeks. If she hadn’t cleaned off her makeup before bed last night, she reflected, there would have been black smears all down her porcelain complexion.

Before long Rarity regained the energy she needed to roll over next to Spike, putting one arm over his chest. ‘Oh, darling, I love you… I missed you, you know… I missed that, too!’ she sighed, pressing an ear to his jaw, ‘That was lovemaking from beyond my wildest dreams… I love my sweet, wonderful dragon beau so much…’

She looked at his face, and as she suspected, he was crying a little the same as her. ‘And to think, if, if I hadn’t jerked off Friday night it could’ve been even, uh, I would’ve really made a mess…’ he smiled before running his claw over her shoulder, tenderly taking a fistful of her iridescent purple mane into it and running its wet, very messy now but still silky-soft strands through his fingers, ‘I can’t imagine life without you, baby… anyway, how are you feeling, now? I didn’t go in too hard, did I? I couldn’t help myself…’

Rarity rubbed her cheek against his claw and checked herself, feeling slight pressure in her temples but no undue congestion. ‘Mmm, I don’t feel so blocked up but it’s hard to say if it was because of what you just did, or Mistmane’s flower, or both… nonetheless, I think some vigorous stimulation may have been just what the doctor ordered, sweetheart. I didn’t find anything about your technique unenjoyable, anyway, even if you’re normally more gentle than that in the early going… I suppose if I’d not been so horny I wouldn’t have appreciated you ramming it straight in there!’

Spike blushed and grinned. ‘Like I said, it was tough not to with you lying there under me, begging me to fuck you silly.’

She giggled, then nuzzled her face against his neck as she spoke. ‘A lady does not beg, darling, she merely asks nicely. I know I needn’t implore you overmuch when it comes to matters of physicality between us, anyway.’ She kissed his cheek in conclusion, and pressed her chest against his with a quiet sigh.

There was a silence between them for a moment, a besotted, comfortable one as they once again gazed at one another happily. Then they embraced, their appendages stroking one another and each rocking the other gently as they lay together, deep in love.

‘I’m in love with the most fashionable, most radiantly beautiful pony in all of Equestria…’ Spike whispered behind Rarity’s ear. ‘I dunno if you’ve noticed,’ he followed up with a ticklish kiss.

‘She loves you every bit as much right back, you wonderful, adorable, sexy beast… mmm…’ Rarity sighed, caressing the frills on his back and feeling very, very warm, inside and out. She could barely imagine being ill now that Spike was with her like this, and it felt indescribable. It felt perfect. It felt like they both needed to bathe, and they would, together, soon. For now she relished Spike’s cuddle and the goopy trickling sensation of the cream spreading out of her down there…

For his part, as Spike closed his eyes and held his beautiful wife he contemplated calling out exactly what she’d screamed at the top of her lungs during the throes of what had obviously been a tremendously powerful come right before his own, but he decided against it. There was a strange, erotic pride in knowing that she wanted his hybrid dragon-pony foals that much, that many to boot, but for now, it seemed best to keep that to himself.

Author's Note

It's go time again with what ended up being kind of a two-parter, focussing on Rarity's POV since the last one was mostly from Spike's. Hope all Sparity-lovin' cloppers across the globe get a kick out of it!

By the way, about a third of the way through the story I mention "Une" (pronounced "oon") and that warrants an explanation -- the show never names it and the typical fandom name for the world within which Equestria resides seems to be "Equus", but I'm not rolling with that because it's fairly basic and definitely pony-centric*. Therefore I've named it Une -- it's the French feminine form of "one", it resembles horseshoe shapes, and it evokes that the dominant species of the planet are largely ungulates. I'm the correct one here, alright, it's everypony else who's mistaken 😝

Also that lotus was originally just going to be a pill but I was looking for a way to organically namedrop Mistmane who, if you remember your show lore, became a gardener in the Crystal Empire after her rescue from limbo alongside the other pillars. It makes sense to me that she and Rarity could become close friends (and that she and Spike would relocate there, but I'll get to that in SSME eventually)

* Plus it's the name of the stage play where Daniel Radcliffe fucks a horse! Remember that?! As ways of dealing with no longer being Harry Potter go it was a good road to go down imo