Rarity beavered away industriously at the dining room sewing desk, her silver-streaked mane elaborately tied up and her detail spectacles perched on her muzzle as she basked in the clear afternoon light streaming through the flowing gossamer-silk curtains, hanging off the balcony doors she’d left open to let in the southerly warm winds. It was another beautiful blue sunny day in the Crystal Empire with barely a cloud in the sky, though it was only slightly warmer than normal.

From her vantage point in the penthouse she could see an eyeful of it for miles around to the point where she’d considered moving the desk outside so she’d not need to move to drink in its panorama. She’d second-guessed the idea when the mesh material she was working with had threatened to waft away in the breeze; where she was sitting now sheltered her work while keeping her regulated, and between that and the romantic glam rock ballad lilting softly on the gramophone she felt utterly at peace as she stitched away on her project.

Life and work were good at Crystal Beautification. While today she’d taken a half-day, Rarity had been occupied with a round-stable just that morning with both Ms. Pommel and two representatives on behalf of the eastern fruitpunk fashionista Kimono, to discuss and confirm the logistics of overseas transaction via airship between Manehattan and the farflung city of Hinba, the bustling Equestrian outpost located across the Celestial Sea on an island off the coasts between the Dragonlands and the Kirin Grove. Her good friend, the Pillar of Old Equestria Mistmane, hailed from there in ancient times, though it had developed far, mostly vertically, since then.

Their meeting had gone quite well, cementing a deal which had potential ramifications for a touch or three of cross-pollination between the two disparate cities, something that had never hurt fashion before. Expansion beyond Equestria’s borders was slowly but definitely taking form, and while this was for trade with ponies living away from the mainland specifically her fashions for other races around Une were taking off quite nicely besides. It was an important point of pride for Rarity that she was no one-trick pony, able to adapt and cater for all creatures great and small, and just as much to give other, rising talents a boost whenever possible.

To that former point, following the meeting, just a couple of hours ago she’d measured up two touring yak females with shawl and anklet combinations they’d absolutely adored, and yaks could be difficult to please; the secret of a successful transaction, she’d learned from her good friends Pinkie Pie, an honorary yak and Equestria’s first point of contact with their prince; and Yona, her former apprentice and successor at the Carousel Boutique back in Ponyville; was simply to be yourself and keep the cultural appropriation to a minimum.

After all, if yaks wanted yak gear they’d procure it in Yakyakistan, where the product would without fail be considered highly superior to any pony-manufactured imitations. Rarity knew the key was to offer them something they’d never find at home and see if they appreciated the rare wares, and on this occasion, a fusion of polished ceramics, amethysts and velvetine ruffles interfolded with a fine silken mesh had done the trick. They paid well for the service on top of the fashion itself, although the payments were often accompanied with a tip, a sloppy bucketful of… vegetation… she hadn’t much use for it, although Mistmane herself always appreciated nutrition for her gardens.

As for the latter, tomorrow she intended to make a return via railroad to Hope Hollow to check in with, among the other friendly faces there, Kerfuffle; her once-imitator, now turned up-and-coming hipster-woollens shopkeeper of no modest success. They’d planned a friendly drop-in ahead of the seasons turning back towards winter to catch up and plan a spot of logistical co-ordination – having some of her dazzling and unique, yet hoofmade and cosy designs on hoof in her own boutique always pulled in the punters as well as spreading the good word of Kerfuffle’s not-inconsiderable talents further than the fairly remote village from which she hailed, but such things required forethought. She’d been wearing the violet bandana the shaggy-yet-chic pegasus had given her the first time they’d met before the Rainbow Festival there all day, and it definitely would factor into her outfit ahead of their pow-wow.

On top of all that the upcoming midsummer Crystalline Ciderfest meant that for her boutique and spa business was booming, very reasonable prices for what they offered, meaning creatures from far and wide made a point of dropping by if they needed some respite from the oft-bleak weather just outside of the Empire’s borders, though that hadn’t been exceptionally inclement of late. Crystal Beautification was, after all, the centre of her fashion empire, an attraction to the place almost as much as the palace that towered high enough that she could see it to the north without standing from her desk.

While she, the ultimate brains of the outfit, busied herself like this the floors below her home were a buzzing hive of activity, full of ponies and other creatures passionate for fashion and beauty giving it their all, and be they customer or staff they all went home handsomely rewarded one way or the other. If her input were needed everycreature working in the building had a direct line to her, but her ponies were competent enough that she could afford to be hooves-off once in a while and concentrate on the more important things in life, like the beautiful dress before her. As busy as she often was, if she didn’t take the fleeting moments for personal projects like this when she could she’d never finish anything on her own terms, after all.

While life could be exhausting on occasion, she loved what she did without end… all told, things were going very well for Rarity nowadays, and her ongoing pursuits brought happiness and fashion to anycreature who wanted them! As she stitched the last hem onto her work she took a moment to rest her hooves and sighed, then leaned back in her chair before starting to sing along to the song, Beyond Divine by Splendid Cut and the Pearlescents – their song, actually, as it was one she and her husband Spike had spent many romantic moments together during – as it reached a heartfelt crescendo. She became so overwhelmed by its feeling that she picked up the dress, white, covered in ribbons and blue sequins and a fine floral mesh around the shoulders. She reared onto her hind legs and clasped it to her chest, singing and dancing with delight as it trailed in front of her a bit.

‘These nights will never end with you, and the way you hold me close is just beyond divine,’ she crooned as a virtuoso guitar solo washed over her, of course knowing the lyrics by heart, ‘And I’m on an adventure with you, going where nopony goes… forever, and ever, with yooooou… ooh ooh, ooh ooh, yeah, yeah yeah!’ It was such a corny song, but one that brought back so many happy memories and one she felt deep inside her heart… with a breathless laugh and an overenthusiastic spin on one back leg her tail bumped against the dark oak dining table, and she squeaked as she almost fell onto it, her glasses becoming crooked on impact. She let herself lean back onto the table, and she lay on it with the dress atop her, listening to the song come to its close as she sighed happily. She looked through the balcony door and felt the warmth of the sun and the wind against her fur. Life was good. Wonderful, truly…

She snuggled the dress against herself for a moment with a contented squeal and a wriggle, then opened her eyes and looked at the crystalline vaults supporting the ceiling, which had become out of focus from her displaced eyeglasses. ‘Oh, dear, I fear I got a tad swept away just then,’ she breathed as she adjusted them, then giggled as pink spots appeared on her cheeks, ‘I really oughtn’t to drag a long dress around in circles like a giddy schoolfilly, but it’s such a magical afternoon I can't help my own joie de vivre!’

Rarity hopped back onto her hooves and placed the dress on a hanger, giving its pure, sheer folded fabric an inspection, nodding with quiet satisfaction before addressing it and prancing on the spot for a moment. ‘Ah, you’re perfect… anypon– I should say, anycreature lucky enough to wear you is sure to be the belle of any ball… or perhaps I should say, beau…’

She paused for a second, silently glancing back towards the balcony, not-so-subtly hoping the timing was right for the “beau” in question to fly in. He didn’t, but the clock in the parlour in the bedroom across the hallway chimed the first few bars of the Crystal Empire’s anthem in his stead before dinging four times. Spike would be home soon, at any rate – when he wasn’t away on diplomatic matters nor needed by Princess Twilight, not wanting to twiddle his claws at home for extended periods he had, once in a while, taken to assisting with Crystal Guard duties.

Today had been a day he’d patrolled with a group, led by his stepbrother Shining Armor no less, hewing close to a forest just out of the Crystal Heart’s radius of effect. Rarity grinned slyly to herself in anticipation; it was a feature, not a misstep, that the dress she’d made was fit for a dragon, and after marching around in royal armour all day she fully intended to persuade him into every inch of its figure-hugging, feminine fit. All in the pursuit of fashion, of course! After all, prototypical dragon fashions such as this needed their models, and darling Spikey was closest to hoof…

Satisfied that the dress was fit for purpose, Rarity wrapped herself in her favourite coat, a sparkling royal blue one with a big collar and minkish blue-silver fur inside, and turned back towards the balcony, stepping through the flowing curtains into the sunlight. She smiled as she leaned against the railing and crossed her arms, nude but for her bandana and coat, drinking in the gorgeous view, every bit of the so-called Empire – a city-state, truthfully, regardless of its prosperity, a former mining town made good long ago – visible and gleaming in front of her.

In between the shining rooftops of the citadel’s pointed, crystalline homes and businesses the snowflake layout of the roads slicing the city into its separate districts was plain to see from this far up and the wide marble plaza slap-bang in its centre containing the palace, a huge, gleaming ivory structure of arches and spires whose central tower stretched far, far up into the firmament. Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, her dear royal sister-in-law, kept order as ruler of the realm from its highest tower, and the eternally-spinning Crystal Heart that kept the hostile outside wastes at bay was housed within the arches at its base. Far beyond that, beyond the city limits the icy peaks of Mount Everhoof and the Yaket Range dwarfed even the tip of that – their barren vastness looming beyond the palace’s grandeur a monument to ungulates’ hubris, she often thought to herself sardonically.

Every bit of greenery around the city as far as her eye could see was liberally dotted with the primary colours of summer blooms, white ones in addition, and the streets were bustling with crystal ponies and other creatures – she could clearly see a changeling here, a few yaks there, a family of hippogriffs over there besides – doing their doings. While today wasn’t market day, the city’s market one of its primary attractions to passersby, much was being made of this perfect summer’s day by the frolicking, happy denizens of the citadel. It almost made her a little sad to realise she’d spent most of the day so far breaking bread or sewing inside her boutique, but obligations were obligations.

It was so beautiful from up here, a truly breathtaking view from vista to vista, but before long her attention drew back to the castle and she peered closely through her spectacles and pursed her lips as she leaned against the curved floral railing of the balcony that encircled the entire perimeter of the penthouse. Spike… where was that dragon, she pondered? He should be flying back here at any moment, surely? The dress she’d crafted so lovingly wasn’t going to wear itself!

A “ping!” sounded behind Rarity that she recognised immediately as the elevator leading from the ground floor of the boutique to her home. Only two creatures could access that, herself and one other, and she spun around just in time to see her husband, the great big purple dragon she loved so dearly, wearing the platinum armour of the Crystal Guard standing in the tiled-floor hallway. ‘Oh, there you are, Spikey-Wikey! I was watching the skies for you!’ she chirped, trotting back inside, ‘How was your day on patrol, precious?’

Spike’s posture was slumped, his plumed helmet already removed, and with a “clank” he shifted in his metal getup as Rarity approached him. She reared onto her hind legs to greet him home with a smooch on the cheek, a very furry hug and a snuggle into one ear frill, which he reciprocated less full-throatedly than usual, putting a claw around her shoulder. ‘Hey, Rarity. Shouldn’t you be working?’

‘The morning was simply packed, but I’ve been fortunate enough to have the privilege of taking a half-day today,’ she smiled, pulling away from her embrace, ‘So I hunkered down up here to finish a little project… I just finished five minutes ago, actually! I’ll show you… but, how was your day, darling?’ she pressed. Spike usually answered her questions.

‘It was alright, I guess. So, all’s well in the world of glitz and glamour?’

‘Exceptionally so, thanks so much for asking, making deals and getting paid… my little fashion empire grows bit by bit, day by day. But enough about moi… why didn’t you fly back through the balcony as you normally do? Is something wrong?’ She gave Spike a serious look through her glasses, pouting a bit, ‘Something is wrong, isn’t it. Whatever’s wrong, sweetheart?’

Spike looked down at Rarity with bared fangs and an annoyed snort as she stood back on all fours and gave him a probing glance. ‘What’s wrong right now is that somepony is grilling me about my day – which like I said, was alright – the second I’m finally home, when I just want to get out of this dumb armour and relax, Rare,’ he said, raising his claws, ‘Would you mind butting out for one second, please! We can talk later, maybe. I’m tired.’

Without another word he pushed past her and dragged his tail into their bedroom to undress, and Rarity inhaled sharply, faintly indignant at his rudeness, not to mention spoiling her mood. She considered for a second following him through to give him a jolly good telling-off, before stopping herself – after all, he wasn’t incorrect, she supposed. If he needed some time to recover from his day, the two of them could discuss it with more level heads a little later.

‘Well! If you’re going to sulk about whatever it is you’re sulking about, don’t let your own wife stop you!’ she called after him, not resisting the temptation to stick a barb to him for he had hurt her feelings slightly, ‘I’ll just be on the balcony in the meantime, enjoying this glorious sunshine until you’re dragon enough to use your words like a civilised creature! Hmph!’

He didn’t respond, so she did just that, returning to the view she’d been drinking in before Spike had returned. It didn’t seem quite as bright and happy to her as it had, though. She stepped away from the railing and pulled her coat around her as she felt a colder breeze than before almost blow her precisely-arranged mane out of position, then lay on her side on a foldable chair, sighing.

Spike’s withdrawn countenance was most unusual, she thought, quite unlike his usual triumphant returns via dragonflight to sweep her off her hooves and give her a passionate, fiery kiss. More likely than not something had perturbed him, but what? She started to fuss, despite telling herself how unproductive it was to dwell upon conjecture – perhaps his troop had encountered some wild beast, or a threat to the Empire en route? What if one of his fellows had been hurt, or injured in combat? Could it be a political issue, or something that might require the Elements of Harmony, herself included in that number of course, to unite? What if they couldn’t handle it? What if–

She gasped, the dark cloud upon her dissipating as a warm purple claw found its way into her coat, planting itself onto her bare shoulder. She squeaked with surprise, then turned her head upwards and saw Spike standing above and behind her, looking contrite and without his armour. ‘Hey, Rarity. I love you,’ he said, ‘I’m sorry I was a bum to you just then. It’s just… eh…’

Rarity looked Spike dead in the eyes, still fretting. ‘Nocreature was hurt on your patrol, were they? You should tell me if something happened…’

He sat down next to her, his huge claws resting on his swirly knees as he vented a bit. ‘No, nothing happened, Rare. Shining Armor kicked all our tails, regardless, worked us hard and was kinda rude about it… you know, I don’t have to go on patrol, I just go along sometimes when I’m not busy doing royal stuff to spend time with him and the other roughneck guards. I think having Cadance’s second kid well on the way is stressing him out, but he didn’t have to take it out on us.’

Rarity relaxed, looking into Spike’s eyes with relief, although he returned it with slightly sad eyes. She noticed, and caressed his cheek. ‘Aw, darling… I’ve been caught up enough in Cadance and Twilight’s meticulous plans to make certain there’s no chance of a repeat of what happened after Flurry Heart was born back in the day, not that you’d know she’s expecting to look at her. I don’t know how she does it, it was the same with Flurry to hear Twilight tell it, and she is a thin mare to begin with…’

He thought on it for a moment, his green eyes looking up at the few clouds in the sky. ‘It is strange approaching her last quarter, isn’t it? I wouldn’t have guessed if they hadn’t told us directly back during Hearth’s Warming. Maybe it’s an alicorn magic thing, but that’s not really our business,’ he ended with a laugh.

Rarity returned his laugh with a hoof raised to her mouth. ‘Quite. Nevertheless, I feel confident that he needn’t be overly on edge, our princesses have everything planned out, and he has a far better idea of the joys of fatherhood this time. Besides, a peaceful patrol is good, is it not? There’s simply no call for being so dratted crabby on such a gorgeous, peaceful day on either of your behalves, though I understand if you were put out. I forgive you, precious. Come here.’

Then she reached over and kissed him. She only meant for another peck on the cheek, but Spike took her, both claws rubbing her shoulders and pulling her atop his body. She just about had chance to cry, ‘Spikey– mmmph!!’ before he popped off her glasses, and they clattered to the tiled balcony floor as he gave her a big bear hug and an explosive, passionate mashing together of their lips, before pulling away and looking at her with an almost-painful sweetness. ‘The day’s all the more gorgeous now I’m with you, Rare. It’s great to be home. I’m sorry again, my love.’

Rarity inhaled and closed her eyes, her horn rubbing against Spike’s forehead a little as she leaned back into him, showing her sincerity when she said all was forgiven. She spread her arms so her fur coat enshrouded the two of them as she ran her hooves over his chest, kneading him softly as she kissed back twice as deep, her comparatively short equine tongue pressing down against his forked salamander. Spike’s claws slid over her sides to her waist, and she broke off the kiss with a gasp and a short moan as he squeezed her hips, just above the cutie marks on her flanks. He gave her a lingering smooch between her jaw and right ear, then reared back to look her in the face. ‘It’s alright, Spikey-Wikey. I love you, truly I do,’ she cooed.

She breathed more heavily, slowly turning light pink in response to his touch. ‘Well, never mind all that. I’ve no more duties for today unless there’s an emergency, Rarity… we should go out later, what do you say?’ he asked.

‘Hahh… Spike, you get me in the mood just like that and then your mind flits elsewhere, and so soon after your hotheadedness! Darling, perhaps, I will need to check up on the boutique before close but after that, well,’ she pulled back from her husband’s big arms and pontificated, ‘There is a little place down the western branch I visited with Pinkie while she was passing through to Yakyakistan last week that serves absolutely fabulous seafood, and I was thinking about us both going there. Would that sound good to you… ooh, Spike...’

Spike chuckled, one ear reaching up and sliding across Rarity’s mane as she thought about dinner, behind her ear, which flicked twice as he gave it a caress. ‘If they serve lobster, we can share that, Rare… you know, they say that’s an aphrodisiac!’

‘Mmm… I don’t think I need an aphrodisiac when I’m with you like this, darling, but that sounds delicious…’ Rarity breathed, her voice approaching a low groan as she squirmed into Spike, until she had effectively mounted his belly and chest. They spent a short while smooching and stroking one another’s faces, both wrapped in the warm folds of her coat, and it felt amazing.

They kissed gently one more time before Spike sat upright, Rarity still clasped to his chest. ‘Well, I can push a scroll out to them for two VIP reservations later, if you like. Aw, you’re, mmm, you’re soft and all downy all over wearing that coat and, and I love you…’ He gave her a kiss on the neck that nudged her head back, then elaborated, ‘It’s like snuggling with a big, sexy, flowery-smelling pillow with a pointy bit that calls me “darling” all the time.’

She sniffed in mild protest, but she was so happy to be touched by Spike’s nimble, gentle claws and cosy up into his soft, muscular dragon arms she couldn’t begin to feign offense. ‘If I’m a sexy pillow, darling,’ Rarity said the word loudly and close to his ear frills, ‘Then you’re, ah, one of those memory foam, full-body things. Or a massage chair, perhaps. Yes, my dear husband, the massage chair. I feel simply wonderful every time I sit on him!’ she giggled, before looking up at him with a soppy, adoring twinkle in her eyes, ‘He’s so comfy and knows precisely how to please his darling Rarey-Warey, and I love him…’

He held her against his chest, rubbing his face in her mane, nipping her horsey eartips with his lips and enjoying her cool flesh rubbing on his scales and inhaling her perfume some more as she sighed a drawn out sigh that signalled more than simple relief or comfort. No, it was the sigh of a mare who was ready to reveal herself to him, a geode splitting to show the rich, sparkling seam of desire and love she contained that she may have shown him near a thousand times before today, he hadn’t kept count, but one that he never tired of seeing. Rarity was always beautiful no matter what, she’d made very certain these past years that everycreature in and around the realm was keenly aware of her fabulosity, but he knew this was a facet that she revealed to him alone.

He waited a moment more of her soft, comfy purring and wriggling, but she didn’t initiate like he’d assumed, instead seemingly bathing in his arms as he petted her pinkening neck and ears. Eventually he breathed, ‘Rarity, do you wanna–’

She pounced him before he could end the question, almost knocking him off his seat as she put her hooves around his shoulders and looked into his eyes slightly maniacally. ‘My Spikey! All mine, and so… so nice…’

He straightened himself upright, having been thrown off on impact, then gazed into her eyes with toothy mischief. ‘Oof! She’s a pillow that can tackle me to the ground when she puts her mind to it… uh, forgive me for flitting between subjects again, but didn’t you say you had something to show me, Rare?’ he teased, knowing how his amorous wife would react.

Surely enough, she pouted, her glossy bottom lip stuck out and her eyes deep, clear oceanic pools that knew exactly what he was doing, but nevertheless with an expression of protest. She rubbed her hooves up and down his belly and said, ‘Oh, forget that silliness, darling! Maybe later… right now, I’m… I’m… mmm… oh, let me make you feel as good as I have since lunch, sweetheart…’

Spike bit his lip as Rarity rubbed her belly against his dick, and lifted one hoof off his body into his claw, the other still clasped to her brow. ‘You’re gonna feel incredible once we’re done, Rare,’ he giggled, pinching the bandana around her neck between two fingers and letting it fall as it untied, ‘We’re gonna – oop!’ The moment it was off she suddenly slid downwards inside her coat, her face descending to his groin, and with Spike’s claw caressing just above her horn for one second he wondered if he hadn’t accidentally shoved her south. ‘Rarity! That’s – oh, oh, oh boy, ohh…’ His mouth gaped awkwardly and his tongue brushed against his fangs as he felt her lips at the base of his penis.

Of course it was dark inside her fur coat, and the bright sunlight shining onto the balcony meant Spike’s eyes couldn’t adjust to what was happening down there, but the bobbing pincushion of purple and silver rubbing against his stomach was causing sensations that didn’t leave much to his imagination, nor did the smacking sounds coming from in there. ‘Oh, mmmgh… Rarity, not that I don’t like this, but do you think it’s the best idea to do this right here and now?’ he protested, nonetheless leaning back in his chair and stroking her mane despite himself, ‘If a pegasus flew past and saw us…!’

She peeked out and looked at him with a half-lidded, intoxicated smile. ‘Isn’t that what the coat is for, precious?’ she beamed, before burrowing back down, and Spike felt a hoof caress his hip while a tingle from her horn magic fondled his balls, ‘We’re covered up, Spikey! It’s fine!’ she continued, a bit muffled, ‘They shouldn’t fly so close anyway, this penthouse is private property!’

He snorted with mirth. ‘I swear by Twi, you’re a saucy mare when you want to be, Rarity. Uh,’ his claw relocated to her forehead, ‘If it’s quite okay with you, I’ll – ah, nngh, ahh! Oh, sweet Celestia, Rarity, I’m not gonna last long like that!’ he breathed, mouth agape at the sensation of her tongue running upwards from the cleft of his balls up the septum of his shaft.

She smacked her lips as she looked up at him again, and Spike admired how adorable she was with her snout poking up from the top of the coat, looking like a little foal swaddled in a blanket. ‘I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to interrupt,’ she giggled, one hoof to her face.

He ruffled the curls spilling over her ears tenderly, then glided his index claw and thumb up her ridged horn. ‘If you’re going to suck on mine, I’m going to suck on yours. Sound OK?’ he asked, seriously. The likelihood of her refusal was small, but force of gentledragonly habit made him ask anyway.

An affirmative squeak and a wiggling raised hoof that retracted back to below his gut after a second indicated that that was just fine as Rarity squirmed around in there, and Spike felt something gently squeeze on his testicles as the wet lapping resumed. ‘Oh, god,’ he grunted, his breathing becoming laboured as her lips tightened around his glans, feeling a twitch right at the root before deciding he needed to make good on his offer before she laid him out with pleasure entirely.

He leaned forward and pulled the furry coat back slightly, exposing the crown of Rarity’s head, along with her horn, although he kept the rest of her covered up. Dipping his head down as he felt her mouth licking and nuzzling his erect cock, he puckered his lips, putting his calves around her shoulders and wrapping his pointed tail around her waist, spreading his wings outwards as he likewise wrapped his tongue around her horn. It tingled around his mouth and in his cheeks, but that was part of the appeal, so long as he stopped once in a while to ward off the numbness overexposure to horn magic could cause.

Giving Rarity a hornjob like this was slightly more challenging in terms of flexibility than a sixty-nine position, but that was what stomach crunches were for, right? They were also for maintaining the abs that Rarity’s right hoof was stroking as she… oh boy, Spike thought, she’s really… he inhaled sharply at the undulating, wet movements of Rarity’s pert little lips wrapped around his cock as she slid it around, her tongue currently coiled around the halfway point of the shaft as his tip barely grazed her gullet. She was practised at hitting his weak spots, and he tried his best not to just grab her head in both hands and ram her face, sorely tempting as it was – she would not thank him for such uncouth disrespect for her mane, at least not so soon in the act. Besides, he wanted this to last for as long as possible, plus he needed to concentrate on fulfilling the end of the bargain he’d promised.

He forced himself to salivate, flexing his cheeks a couple of times and feeling the gland beneath his tongue squirt a mouthful into his jaw before anointing her with his slobber, his jaw slightly too loose for the task. Spike’s bodily fluids were always quite warm, given the literal fire in his belly, but Rarity’s horn was heating up rapidly as it vibrated with magic. A sweet searing taste of mare sweat and ivory electrified his tongue from the tip to the uvula as he licked and licked and smooched and sucked, and Rarity tended to the diamond-hard rod that protruded within the darkness of her coat with her own drool and the contours of her mouth.

As Rarity tightened her lips around Spike’s member, she found herself sucking harder, involuntarily, at Spike’s own fellation as he tightened his tongue’s grip on her horn and pushed his reptilian neck muscles forward in his gorge to better stimulate it. Between those two red-hot stiffnesses and the fur coat she was concealed beneath in the summer sun she realised she was perspiring more than a little, wet heat prickling her skin and matting her fur as her own moisture trickled down her back and shoulders. She couldn’t see Spike’s dick down here but that was fine – navigating by touch and its burned petrichor scent she was well enough acquainted with it to know that when it twitched, when the squiggly vein bulged, when her tongue brushed against the little green frills lining its septum or when it seemingly swelled in her hoof or mouth, all of those were pleasing to him and to her. Besides, Spike’s breath was snuffling into her manestyle as he worked her horn, and he was doing a grand job there.

More sweat intermingled with his drool and she felt her brow start to simmer, and what had begun as a single tiny point in her belly when he’d awakened the ravenous vixen inside her with that first post-squabble make-up kiss was spreading, making her innards feel soft and wet behind her bellybutton. Soon she was sure to have her mind blown by Spike’s lascivious long tongue, though it wasn’t a race; Rarity hoped to make Spike cum as her horn reached its limit and dispersed its magic into her brain and down his throat. It was a sweet idea, but harder to co-ordinate in the moment than one might guess.

The two of them were in sync as they made one another feel better and better, mostly silently besides the erotic wet noises they couldn’t help making as they pleasured one another, occasional grunts and sighs communicating to one another that this was quite the mutual oral act. Rarity could taste Spike’s brackish precum in the cleft of her tongue as she took his meat most of the way in, and she could feel that spreading wet point inside her starting to trickle down her thighs as it possessed the entire length of her vagina. She retracted his member from her mouth and wetted it once more with her sweet saliva, her tongue licking the dome all the way down the top of the shaft to his belly, using her magic to gently massage his balls.

Spike’s hips began to buck into Rarity’s face, and she reached both hooves upwards towards his stomach to stabilise a bit. He withdrew the fizzing horn that had nearly encroached into his gullet, leaving a thick strand of drool between it and the fat of his tongue, and moaned as he gripped her pink ears, ‘Rarity… ahh, Rare, oh, Rare, I’m going to cum, I’m going to…’

Then he plunged his maw onto her horn once again. It felt absolutely magnificent, and Spike’s panted warning signalled to Rarity that it was almost time to let go entirely, to receive the pleasure she was inflicting upon her husband every bit as much in turn. She popped his quivering cock out of her rolled tongue and rubbed it against her cheek before likewise plunging it in one more time as far as she could muster, her tongue curling down her jaw and caressing her own throat with a hoof, feeling a bulge as it went all the way in. She deep-throated Spike’s dick as his stomach pulsed against her face and his own throat wrapped around her horn, his tongue lapping at her brow, feeling like she was in heaven! A dark, hot, wet, soft, beautiful heaven! And it was only getting hotter and wetter… any second now…!

‘Uuuugh! Unnngh!!’ Rarity and Spike growled together as his hot dragon semen spurted into her face, at the exact moment she felt the endorphins and magic power release from her unicorn horn. It was like erotic lava, the initial gush almost painful not just from the heat but from the magical green embers that fizzed and popped like sour candy as they hit her saliva, just for a couple of seconds before the thick gooiness of his sperm flooded her throat and mind. She groaned loudly into Spike’s belly as waves of ecstasy racked her hard, tears forming in her eyes at the waves of his crackling issue blowing into her mouth, and she shot a series of ethereal magic blasts into his stomach that made his cheeks swell and constrict from the pressure. The taste and texture of that, according to him, was actually not dissimilar to his own, but without the wash down.

Spike’s lips were tight and hot against her crackling horn as she shook in his claws, and he gripped the back of her head as he started to thrust, giving her a light face-fucking to facilitate finishing the act, pumping his thick cock in and out of her gullet as he deep-throated her horn passionately, suckling on it as it discharged from his mindblowing oral attention. His breathing was lustful and heavy, and besides everything else she felt Rarity felt satisfied by a hornjob well done as she quaffed at his spasming, veiny dragon member, feeling every ridge and swell pulsate with every glob of jism it gave her. Its thick, mellow texture and piquant pearly, spicy taste streamed with force right into the core of her being, filling her belly with his heat and love.

It came out faster than she could swallow, and her cheeks started to bulge a bit before Spike’s flow subsided. Meanwhile, the electrifying sensation of horn fellatio ran down her temples and spine, flooding her body with a deeply satisfying release right down her tail. This wasn’t the conventional orgasm of the stimulation of one’s nether regions, but it was nonetheless a pleasure enjoyed uniquely by unicorns, and it felt nearly as good as taking it down there.

She gulped loudly at the final ebbs of Spike’s semen, both of them breathing heavily as they melted into one another, Rarity holding Spike by the hips and tail as Spike gasped for air and caressed her shoulders. After a minute he pulled her coat down, exposing his glistening dick and the top half of her body. She looked up at him and wiped her mouth on her wrist, a broad smile right across her glowing face, and he returned the gaze with a jutjawed grin of abject happiness. ‘It’s so good to be home,’ he snickered, ‘You’re all mare, Rare.’

Rarity was uncommonly silent for a moment, sliding back up Spike’s soft, firm belly and chest as he leaned back, letting her lie atop him with her eyes closed as he nuzzled his cheek against her curls. Eventually she spoke, a plaintive, ‘I love you, sweetheart… love you so much, so much, so much… my big hunky dragon, mine, mine, mine… mmm…’

Spike gave Rarity a kiss on the side of her neck as he pulled the coat off her back, which stuck to her matted fur faintly before falling in a sparkling blue puddle onto the hexagonal balcony tiles. She laid her head over his big, masculine shoulder in turn and pawed at the frills cascading down his back, making a slightly dirty whining, purring sound whose vibrations he felt transfer into his chest, directly from hers. He raked a claw down her back, relishing the sensation of the sweat accumulating as it travelled from the nape of her neck to the dimpled small of her back, before giving the dock of her tail a little pinch, which made her squeak for a second. She was coated in the stuff all over, from horn to hoof from the exertion, arousal, the heat from the sun, her husband, and the warmth of her coat. Her previously-impeccable mane had likewise become damp, though not undone, and he noticed a stray spot of cum on one of her ear lobes that she hadn’t noticed yet.

The fine-cut diamond shone as the golden sunlight poured down on her mane and body, and in that moment Spike breathed, thinking she was even more beautiful like this than all the other times she was, well, beautiful. It wasn’t unlike when she’d previously transformed, similarly temporarily, into a crystal pony following various events concerning the Crystal Heart. Frankly, it made her look good enough to eat, and he couldn’t help his forked tongue playing over his lips in appreciation of his wife’s raw sexuality.

‘I love it when you get this wet, baby,’ he muttered into her ear, smooching off the cum spot before it started to drip. Her cheeks dimpled as she grinned, and her ear twitched as his lips parted it.

‘Well, you make me this way, Spikey-Wikey…’ she sighed as she relaxed, the cool slickness sticking to him feeling as though she was about to melt in the sun entirely, ‘I am rather attracted to you, when you behave like an adult. I made you a fabulous white dress, by the way,’ she continued after a second’s pause, opening her eyes and leaning her head against his neck, ‘That’s what I wanted to show you before. Well, ostensibly it’s part of my “désign pour dragonnes” range, but I was thinking about you the entire time I was piecing it together, and I would rather like to see how you fill it out,’ she giggled.

Spike rolled his eyes as he hugged her squishy, sweaty flesh, petting the small of her back. ‘Oh, no, not again,’ he laughed, ‘Rarity, you keep doing this to me, and I keep letting you. I don’t really fit your styles these days, you know that, right? My shoulders got too broad! My arms are like tree trunks! My jawline’s not the most feminine, either! I can shoot a scroll out Smolder’s way if you need a model, she’s way more, uh, slender than me!’

‘Well, I need your personal input and you said yourself you were tired of wearing “dumb” royal armour, so whyever not?’ Rarity said blithely as she rubbed her head against his jaw affectionately, ‘Besides, you love to model for me, I know you do. And for what it’s worth, I think you still look lovely in silk and frills no matter how much of a macho, barrel-chested dragon you are. You look wonderful in anything.’

Spike blushed. Getting dolled up by Rarity was just an inevitability of their marriage, and honestly, she cut straight through his protests – the only real reason he had to worry about it at all was concerns about the teasing he might get from the Crystal Guards he’d spent the day with, if they ever found out, and they wouldn’t dare even if they wanted to. Rarity tailored these things just to his measurements so they weren’t uncomfortable, and it was a fun time together that usually ended with him prancing and posing alongside whatever outfit Rarity saw fit to adorn herself with to complement the design, regardless of how girly it was. ‘Oh, alright, you’re twisting my arm,’ he breathed, giving her another rub on her sultry, slippery shoulder. She squeaked in response before he continued, ‘Just the one, though? You’re slacking!’

‘I’ve been busy,’ she corrected, looking up at him lovingly but defiantly, ‘I’ve simply not had much time to dedicate to personal projects. I do have a business to run, and like I said, today in particular was hectic all morning, not to mention my schedule for the rest of the week. I understand it may be difficult to believe, but I am not a machine!’

‘Not a sewing machine, at any rate. A sex machine, on the other hand…’ Spike pontificated aloud, to which Rarity narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips in mock-annoyance, ‘’Scuse me. Sure you don’t need a towel and some water before we do something else though, Rare? You should rehydrate after all that!’

‘You make a fine point, darling,’ Rarity replied in a no-nonsense tone, perking up before slipping out of his claws and daintily landing, on all four hooves, on the floor, ‘It would never do to go near my finery all, ah, drippy like this!’ There was a hoof towel hanging from the handle of the sliding door leading to the kitchen, and she levitated it over, dabbing it on her ears before stretching it out and drying her shoulders. ‘A tall glass of water would likewise be refreshing, but that can wait two ticks. I simply must dry myself.’

Spike sat up in the chair, reclining as he watched her sop the sweat off of herself, starting at the top and working down, drying off her nude body. No part of her went neglected; she made positively certain that she was spotlessly dry, at least on the outside. Once she’d soaked up the perspiration from her hind legs with two flosses between her legs and hindquarters besides everywhere else, she passed it to Spike before withdrawing the pins and clips keeping her mane tied back, tossing her head backwards dramatically. It was like slow-motion to Spike, as though she’d sent a million tiny gems flying as the beads of sweat flew off her into the beating sun, and once she was done her mane lay wild over her back and shoulders, the silver streak hanging over her right shoulder and reflecting directly into his eyes, dazzling him slightly. ‘Ah… I think I’ll free that up for a tad. I’d reapply my scent besides,’ she considered, sniffing herself, ‘But we’re not done yet, are we?’

Spike slung the towel over his wide shoulders and looked down at where her gaze led, and she licked her lips with a thrill as they both saw his dick still stood to attention, stout and with every purple crag and bright pink vein of it raging at full mast, covered all over in faint, glossy lip shapes, most smattering the shaft with some others around its girth. He blushed again and crossed his legs, tilting his head downwards but still looking Rarity in the face. ‘Uh, I’ll try not to spoil the look in the dress with that,’ he giggled, standing upright.

She levitated her spectacles off the floor, perching them on her snout as she stood on her hind legs and pressed her stomach firmly against Spike’s boner, burying her head in his chest as he held her hooves. ‘You’ll look divine… as you make love to me while wearing it!’ she broke out laughing at the thought before pulling away and snorting, ‘Just a tad of foreplay, if you’re still in the mood as much as your dear wife…’

‘Well, you might still be needed downstairs, but if you’re willing to take the risk… that thing speaks for itself. C’mon,’ he lifted her off her back legs lightly, then spun around towards the dining room door, ‘Let’s see this dress. It’s not another wedding dress, is it?’

‘Oh, I wish, Spikey. You looked absolutely radiant in that one, you precious great thing,’ she trilled. The pair stepped off the balcony into the round penthouse proper, leaving her fur coat in a heap and pushing the paned door shut behind them. It was a beautiful day outside, but it was glorious inside their home too, and better still inside one another’s arms, sublime as far as they were both concerned while Spike wore Rarity’s newest work.

Before long the opening chords of their song, Beyond Divine, could once more be heard, accompanied by joyous laughter as domestic bliss and modelling entwined, which would before long segue into the happy couple's second rapturous act of passion of the afternoon. Yes, life in the Crystal Empire was wonderful indeed, and the afternoon was still young.

Author's Note

You know, it is funny to me how these keep getting longer. Part of me misses the simplicity of the first one I wrote last year where they were just In A Bed with no elaboration and the whole thing took 5k words only but I can't help myself, I want to world-build future Equestria as well as write pony porn, dammit! So I nearly hit 8k words after one mutual blowjob between our happy couple, then decided I'd better split this into two because this took long enough between IRL delays and a rewrite (sometimes as a writer you just gotta kill your babies) as it was. The second part will up the ante sex- and romance-wise, trust me. I definitely haven't touched the heights "Warmed Up" reached here (ngl, I was pleased with that one and how horny it got at the end) and I definitely can, but I need more words to achieve that

BTW, the bit with "Kimono"? That's not an OC, Kimono was a G3 pony who was about as close in personality to G4 Rarity as anypony there got, and despite not being a major character or anything I liked her design enough to give her her due. Relatedly, the name "Hinba" (It's just Japanese for "mare") is my own creation but I wanted to do a little something with the place we saw Mistmane was from, in Rarity's story from "Campfire Tales", which went unnamed but was obviously outside of Equestria in some sort of horsey analogue to eastern Asia. Anyway, it's all just background colour but it was fun to tool around there!

Thank you for reading, hope y'all enjoy jackin' it. ETA on part two? When I feel like it, but that might be sooner than that dismissive exclamation suggests! Sparity will continue until morale improves