‘You know, Spikey, part of why I’m not letting you go so easily from this?’ Rarity giggled as the spin through the balcony door neatly parked her by the dining room sewing desk, as Spike slowed to a stop halfway across the room. The crest of her mane, the hair wild all down her neck and sides after their eventful little exchange of fluids outside and her subsequent loosening of its styling, fell across one eye, and she swept it to one side elegantly as she leaned on the desk’s stool and spoke.

‘There’s a reason aside from that, as your husband, I’m your captive audience and it turns your crank?’ Spike laughed, crossing his arms and leaning towards her, before standing upright and putting them to his sides, ‘I mean, I’m happy to do it, but… why me besides that?’

She blushed as Spike called her out so brazenly, but it didn’t deter her whatsoever. ‘Well, of course I could have Smolder model it, like you suggested. She is built in such a way that she can wear just about anything and look fabulous, effortlessly – that girl could be a full-time model, a celebrated one, if she really wanted,’ Rarity explained as she stood back up and slid the door shut, the gossamer curtain that had been streaming in the wind fluttering to rest.

‘So what’s your point?’ Spike pressed, curious to hear where Rarity was going with this.

‘Well, you’ve seen the dragons out there, in Fillydelphia and the Dragonlands! They’re hardly the same as ponies, in terms of build – ponies tend to have just a hoofful of body types, whereas dragons’ are many and varied! If one is to style for dragons one must take the extremities of anatomy into account as well as bipedal versus quadrupedal builds… while it’s quite true that your own build is unmistakably masculine, I need to see whether these outfits I’ve made will cover as many builds as possible. “A style that excludes never exudes”, as Sassy once said to me, and I’m quite inclined to agree.’

‘So I’m helping you cover your bases, huh. Eh, there’s worse fates, I suppose… you don’t need to convince me, Rare, I get it. Anyway, you’ve talked up your game so far, so show me… where is it?’

‘The hanger on the back of the door, darling,’ Rarity instructed, and Spike swung the open door ajar as he inspected its whereabouts, before taking the hanger off of the hook where it rested and held it up, casting a critical eye to it from its shoulders to its hems. Appropriately, he hemmed and hawed as he scanned it, and Rarity sat backwards on her chair, her glasses perched on her horn and her hooves crossed on its back, loose hair sheathing her shoulders as she watched closely to gauge his reaction.

Spike held the dress against his chest, and Rarity couldn’t stifle a giggle as his dick, still erect from their encounter out on the balcony, bulged through the flat fabric a bit. He looked down at it as he posed with a quizzical expression, its white satin folds and little ribbons and embroidered sequins gleaming in the sunlight. He turned left and right, hugging it to his chest, then looked at Rarity, who was looking at him, and it, with the bunched cheeks and lidded gaze he loved to see on his wife. She lazily leaned forward, her mane cascading down her shoulders and sides, and her tail rose alongside her rump as she leaned. ‘Yeah, this ain’t bad at all, Rare. How long did it take?’ he inquired.

She looked upwards as she recounted. ‘I didn’t keep track, darling… um, one week altogether, although that was just an hour or two here and there, spread around as and when I had the time. Satin folds such as that can be tricky, but seeing it on you like this, ooh… there isn’t a doubt in my mind that it was worth the effort! You’re both simply marvellous!’

Spike giggled and held the dress half a metre in front of him, leaning back coquettishly. ‘Both of us? My dear Rarity, would we still be plural if I, Spike the Brave and Glorious, were to adorn myself with this beautiful attire?’

Rarity grinned. ‘No… excuse me, Spikey-Wikey, it’s a habit I tend to indulge when I particularly like my work, equinphomorphising it to such a degree. Sometimes it’s as if I put so much of myself into them, they’re like my own beautiful foals. One can’t help it when she feels such pride in her output!’ she beamed, to which Spike responded with one eyebrow raised, ‘Logically I know it’s just you, wearing the lovely dress I’ve made… speaking of which, won’t you put it on? I must see you fill it out! I must!’ She grinned wildly and her pupils shrank back, a primal force gripping her with the urge to make him wear dracaenae’s clothing.

Spike smiled and snorted, his eyebrow still raised as he recognised Rarity’s faint mania with amusement. Then he looked around, seeing over half of the fairly small, round room filled with heavy oak furniture. ‘Why don’t we go into a bigger room, Rare? I’m liable to bump into something in this one… besides, somepony needs a drink of water, I know you do.’

Rarity inhaled, Spike’s words and the dry sensation tickling her gullet as she did both reminding her that she was indeed rather parched after all that sweating and salivating out on the balcony. ‘Right you are, precious-scales. Alright,’ she hopped off the chair and, standing on her hind legs, gave her husband a gentle push below his leathery wings towards the open door. ‘Go into the bedroom and put it on, and I’ll be with you imminently!’

The two of them entered the hallway, then parted ways for a moment as Spike entered the bedroom as she’d instructed. It was a white room, clad with crystals and with a green sheen radiating from the tall glass cylinders containing his everlasting dragonfire, doubling as scroll burners with a direct line to his own throat whenever his wife was home and needed to drop him a line. In the middle of the room, next to a tall, gleaming bedstead adorned with magnificent gems, their gleaming fire ruby in its centre, was their three-poster, heart-shaped love nest with the pink curtains and incredibly soft velvetine red sheets, and a small horde of multicolored gemstones behind one pillow, a touch that helped Spike sleep easier at night. Flanking that on one side was a smooth, pearly-white padded chaise-lounge and a large rail containing countless dresses, the other side towards the curtained balcony door home to a bookshelf and reading desk upon which his Royal Advisor medallion currently rested, a comfy reading chair accompanying that, and a dresser with a mirror, lined with a great variety of Rarity’s eyeliners, lipsticks and other cosmetics, with a mirror between that and the hallway door. The room was the largest in the penthouse, a circular room with the rest of the floor plan a crescent shape around it, with plenty of space for an impromptu fashion show.

Spike’s gaze lingered on the wooden stand near his side of the bed he’d haphazardly stuffed his Crystal Guard armour upon earlier, and felt slightly guilty about his lie-by-omission before. He’d been truthful about what had happened on patrol with Shining, but some baggage besides had transpired that he’d been reluctant to shove at Rarity’s hooves all at once, and he hadn’t wanted to spoil her good mood more than he already had prior to apologising. Now wasn’t a great time to bring it up, either, since the two of them were firmly on course to have a fantastic time together here and now. Nonetheless, it was a personal subject they needed to talk about… just not yet.

He decided to put it out of his mind for the time being, walked towards the chaise-longue and laid the dress across its back, then took a seat while he waited for Rarity to return. She’d said to don it immediately, but he had a better idea… then he felt his balls ache a bit, and looked down at the erection he’d maintained since their mutual blowjob on the balcony, which likewise twinged slightly. It was still quite large, which was a nice surprise; while Rarity frequently vocally admired Spike’s virility, chances were good, after one hard come, that the show was over. Not this time, although taking a bit more time to ease back into things was no bad thing… she’d been forthright in that sweetly resolute manner of hers about continuing their intercourse while he wore the dress, and she was looking and feeling so incredible right now that it wouldn’t be difficult to provide, but that ache signalled he wasn’t quite ready yet. A less direct route was preferred right now, and he was sure she would come around to his point of view. Besides, it wouldn’t take all that long to recover, seeing as he was feeling the embers of arousal stoking in his chest as he sat and waited.

‘Spikey darling, are you ready yet?’ Rarity’s voice trilled from the other kitchen door adjoining this bedroom, ‘There’s still mineral water in the refrigerator! Would you like sparkling or still, sweetheart?’

‘Uh, not yet… sparkling would be nice. I am kinda thirsty myself,’ said Spike, reclining on the couch, propping himself up on its cushions with one elbow. Then he had a naughty idea; he pulled the dress back off its back and put it over his crotch, concealing his hardon. He was clean and dry down there, he figured, so it was fine, and chances were good it would need dry-cleaning after this regardless. Then he plucked a decorative, fabric black rose, from a vase within reach next to the couch, and slid its stalk seductively between his fangs. That done, he gave his dick two strokes, just a couple from the top of the scrotum to halfway up the shaft, just to be sure it retained its turgidity, and he inhaled with pleasure as it swelled slightly at his touch.

When Rarity trotted back into the room levitating two tall glasses, one sparkling and one still, she almost burst out laughing at the dopey, musclebound great beast posing sexily, lying on his side with one swirly knee bent upwards and one cheek resting on a fist, grinning with his wings outspread as he covered his modesty. ‘Darling, what are you doing with that finery?’ she giggled, her mane, still wild and untamed, bouncing as she placed his destined glass onto a side table next to the vase, ‘That was not what I meant by “wear it”!’

She took a long, cool sip of water from the glass still floating in front of her, savouring the refreshment as Spike stood upright, the rose still clenched between his teeth. He walked towards her with the dress held against his person the same as before, then bowed deeply, proffering the outfit towards her. ‘Shiff you khdd do vee onnvres…’ he started, before removing the flower so he could actually speak, ‘Blech, ’scuse me… if you would be so kind as to clothe your dear husband, Rarity my darling,’ he started over, ‘Your deftness of hoof would be most appreciated.’

She finished her glass as she took in the moment, looking at the gown’s cascading folds, ribbons and fine meshes, then smiled as she levitated it out of his claws. She smiled and tisked, ‘Honestly, the learned helplessness of the male specimen transcends species… but you asked so nicely. Here.’ She gave it a flap, and Spike remained bowed as she eased it over his frills and head. ‘Arms out towards me… yes, there we go,’ she continued, releasing her hold on it, letting Spike ease it down over his body from thereon as he stood upright again.

He stood there, rigid with his arms out at his sides as his wings protruded from the bare section across the back, almost afraid to make more contact with the pristine material then necessary. He looked down at Rarity, who returned his gaze upwards, less nervously and more proudly, beaming. ‘It’s quite alright, darling, you won’t damage the fabric with your claws, you know,’ she said, before trotting towards the body-length looking-glass, pivoting it upwards slightly and exclaiming, ‘I was careful to make sure it was both tear and fireproof. Ooh, the two of you look lovely together! Just look in the mirror!’

Spike hopped as lightly as he could, a definite spring in his step while clothed in the light, airy fabric, pinching it to hitch it upwards to avoid stumbling as he pirouetted once. After spinning neatly in front of the mirror he couldn’t help blushing as Rarity presented his own reflection to him. The dress comprised layers of white satin and mesh covered with little ribbons and sequins that flounced and sparkled respectively as he moved, and his first coherent thought on the dress was that he looked like a cake covered in icing and sprinkles. He bounced, bending his knees lightly, just to see how the fabric reacted, and as he expected it flounced even more.

Rarity put a hoof to her face and laughed. ‘My, my, you are a picture of elegance, my sweet dragon!’ she giggled, and Spike looked her in the eye to detect any sarcasm. There was none to be found; she truly meant it, hers was the laughter of a mare brimming with satisfaction, sincerity and love. He understood for the first time that afternoon what she’d meant before about her good mood, the sweetness she’d been feeling prior to a certain dragon, namely himself, interrupting the spell somewhat, and he felt his chest swell as every bit of it came into him entirely.

He stopped and posed, putting a claw behind his head as he stood up straight. ‘Do you really think, Rare? Feels good to wear, at least. This fabric’s soft but it’s not gonna tear easily, near as I can tell, and it’s easy to move around in. Yeah, I like it.’ He peered into the mirror again with a critical eye, ‘You may have gone overboard with the ribbons, though. Sure you couldn’t have chosen just one or two colours, instead of every colour for these?’

Rarity scrunched her muzzle for a second, but she didn’t frown, stepping away from the looking-glass and up at her husband through her detail spectacles with penetrating sapphire eyes. ‘No, no, it had to be as many as I could muster, darling. I had the summer blooms out around the city in mind. You’ve seen them whilst in flight over the citadel, haven’t you? All those reds, blues, yellows, whites just absolutely everywhere? Well, perhaps you’ve not, today… but that’s what I had in mind. Why, what would you prefer?’

He looked again, understanding a little better. She had definitely accomplished that, if that was her intention. ‘Hmm… no, no, I get it now,’ he mused upon reflection, ‘I just know you get carried away with, uh, decorations, sometimes, slapping a bunch of gemstones onto something and calling it a day. This is a beautiful dress, don’t change a thing. Hey, I‘m gonna spin again, watch out!’ Then he raised his arms and pressed his palms together, before raising one foot to his other leg’s thigh like a ballerina.

Rarity watched with a broad smile at Spike’s slightly uncoordinated twirl on the ball of one foot, seeing his tail follow the streaming folds of the dress as they chased the movements of his hips. He planted his foot back on the floor before making a full rotation, however, looking in danger of toppling over, and Rarity inhaled sharply as it looked like he might.

When he reached a certain point, his fall becoming inevitable, she squeaked and leapt forward in an effort to stop him stumbling, grabbing him from the front. She intended to pull him forward, but his weight just meant that she fell backwards with him. He landed on his wings with an “Oomph!” as he bore Rarity’s full weight on his chest, and they laid there for a moment in surprise.

‘Ooh, so sorry, sweetheart,’ Rarity sighed, climbing off him. She dusted herself off and lent him a hoof, which he took in both claws as she pulled him back onto his feet. ‘Ah, perhaps I should lend you some of my poise and finesse, if you wish to dance…’ she grinned, and once Spike was back up he curtseyed at her.

He looked down and snickered, the snicker blossoming into a booming, roaring laugh that shook the room at how feminine he must have looked to her, immediately spoiling the illusion. He covered his mouth with a claw as he apologised, ‘Sorry. Uh, absolutely! I was wondering when you’d ask, actually. Usually you get dressed up in something yourself, or grab the gramophone for a piece to dance to.’

On that last point, Rarity’s eyes lit up. ‘Ooh, idea!’ she trilled, ‘I was listening to our song just before you returned, as a matter of fact! Two ticks while I bring it through!’ Then she trotted out into the hallway, across to the dining room for a moment, before returning with a purple vinyl disc levitating in front of her.

He smiled as he focussed on the disc’s midsection. ‘Beyond Divine, huh?’ he smiled, putting his claws on Rarity’s shoulders, ‘Aw, Rare… you weren’t joking when you said you were thinking about me while you made this.’ He chuckled as Rarity returned his grasp, putting her hands on his muscular biceps and standing on her hind legs as she attempted to pop the record onto the rose-gold bedroom gramophone. She was so preoccupied with giving Spike her tight embrace that she had to stop for a moment to concentrate to centre the disc and place the needle onto its groove. Then she turned back to him, Spike’s forehead resting on hers.

The two of them closed their eyes and cuddled for a moment as they paced back and forth to the song’s piano introduction, and Rarity looked up at him. ‘This song marks occasions for us, darling,’ she said, ‘Although there’s merely a lovely day to celebrate… this is magical, don’t you agree? Just us, and your magnificent dress… ah…’

She leaned into Spike’s touch as he gave her a stroke around her cheek and left ear. ‘Every day’s a special occasion with you, you wonderful pony,’ he replied, his eyes watering slightly as he gave her a tender squeeze, ‘I love you. I love you. You complete me, Rarity.’

He kissed her neck again, and she purred, ‘And you, I… oh, let us show one another our love through the medium of song and dance, then, Spikey-Wikey! Let us dance!’ Spike let go of her and she pulled away, still holding him by one claw, and as the drums kicked in he pulled her back towards his chest.

The song was a little under five minutes long, and they danced together for its entirety, slowly and against one another throughout its verses, cutting loose with more energy during the chorus and bridge. Their dancing was spontaneous and unrehearsed, mirroring the song’s uncomplicated but spirited instrumentation, but that was a good thing; Spike’s footing, as he’d just demonstrated, wasn’t the surest when wearing a dress that descended so close to his heels, so a broadly gestural sequence with his wife was just fine. The two of them spun, twisted and embraced, with Spike picking Rarity up once or twice before it was over. Rarity kept an eye on Spike‘s movements, ready to stabilise him with a spot of horn magic if need be, but there was no immediate need to be vigilant – he took care to go slowly, not wishing to fall on top of her, being a fair bit larger.

It felt so good to be together like this. The song was easy to get lost inside, but so too were one another’s lightly exerting bodies, what with all the touching and moving away from and back closer together, not to mention the soft, smooth fabric of Spike’s dress sliding between them every time they embraced. It was a cool, silken sensation for both of them that they both, independently of one another, relished – each embrace meant their bellies almost but not quite rubbed against one another, and Rarity knew precisely what that solid sensation pressing up on her breasts from its folds was. The ribbons cascading from each fold were slightly ticklish besides, and whenever Spike held her by her shoulders it felt like a hundred little caresses to her chest and neck. Her tummy fluttered likewise, Spike’s body against hers feeling so warm and soft… it was difficult to tuck her naughtier thoughts away for the time being thanks to his sheer physicality, but concentrating on her moves helped.

While Spike was denied a similar exotic sensation against Rarity’s body, he was perfectly happy feeling his wife in his arms as they danced. She was everything he’d ever wanted in life, just like this, a pearlescent, elegant little pony, sweet and soft, with the most beautiful silky mane that he alone could bury his face into – more rugged than usual it may have been at this exact point in time, but it hadn’t lost much of its volume nor its sheen. They were a perfect fit, just perfect, and she was so talented and poised… there were moments, even after several years of marriage, where Spike couldn’t believe his luck in finding love with Rarity, and now was one of those times. It was heaven in her hooves for her gentle giant of a dragon husband. He found himself purring as he exhaled, and his forked tongue stuck out from between his lips just a little as he danced alongside her.

As the song came to its end, Rarity leaned back in Spike’s claws, and she raised a leg against his waist as she reached an extreme fallback that almost made him fall over again. As its final chord reverberated around the room, she looked up at him, her mane swept back, with the bunched cheeks of a very, very happy mare. She sighed, an ecstatic little whine from deep inside her, and Spike looked down with eyes almost brimming with tears. ‘I so love that song, darling…’ she whispered.

Spike attempted to blink back his tears, screwing his eyes shut for a second but succeeding only in having them roll down his bunched cheeks. He sniffed as he bent over and fell onto his knees, letting her down gently as he collapsed, the dress’ ruffles cascading down on top of his love. ‘Oh, there just aren’t words for how much I love you, Rare. You make everything worth it,’ he murmured. It was true, his interpersonal woes with Shining had barely registered to him since they’d started this, all of this. He still intended to come clean to her after they were through, though.

The album continued onto the next song, and Rarity clung onto Spike’s chest with both hooves as she lifted her head upwards and gave him a kiss on the chin, and she looked up at him with an intense, cherubic gaze that made his heart ache. ‘Darling… sometimes I feel like none of this is real…’ she said in a little voice, ‘I just… I love you so much it feels like a beautiful delusion. It’s like I lost my marbles long ago and this is some sort of hallucination… I never thought I could love anycreature as much as I love you, and I couldn’t imagine living any other way…’

Her eyes were teary too, and she nuzzled into Spike’s blushing face as he placed his forehead against hers. Their joyous tears intermingled as they embraced, Spike’s claws around her waist as she slung her hooves around his shoulders. Rarity emitted a soft whine as Spike’s claws ran up her back, and she kissed him and kissed him with a smattering of glossy lip prints that ventured all the way up his neck. He responded by holding the back of her head with a claw and puckering up for one big kiss, and the two of them pressed their tongues together, followed by their throats, chests and stomachs likewise pressing up against one another. ‘This is real, Rare. It had better be, anyway,’ he sighed, ‘Let’s just make sure. Maybe if you pinch me, I’ll wake up, but I’d better not!’

They stayed in a wriggling heap on the floor together, hugging and fondling each other all over, the dress now the only thing keeping them apart, not that either of them minded. Lying in the sun filtering through the bedroom curtains was heavenly warm and gave them both golden haloes, and Spike caught the yellow reflecting off Rarity’s locks. Perhaps they really were angels sent to comfort one another in this life, Spike thought, then felt faintly silly as Rarity smooched him all over – the sensitive, twitching ramrod swaddled in delicate folds and grinding between their bodies put him firmly in a decidedly devilish category. After all, it was definitely a part of him, and if anything, it’d reared its head from the depths of Tartarus to fulfil one prime directive.

Rarity popped her head back up, putting both hooves in his lap, definitely pushing towards his boner as that half-lidded, penetrating gaze bored into his eyes that communicated her own, interior tenderness of form. ‘Spi~ke,’ she moaned, looking pure as fresh snow on the outside but with an obvious need churning inside of her, ‘You know, darling, there’s a bed right over there, if you… you know…’

He grabbed her by the plot and drew her towards him, and a wicked smile crept across her face as she put her hooves around his shoulders again. He returned the look with a furrowed brow as he roughly laid her onto the bed with a bounce and a creak of the mattress, his clothing starting to hang off his chest now and revealing his light green underside to her for the first time in a short while. He chuckled as he put a claw firmly on her neck and jaw. ‘You don’t have to say anything more, Rarity, I’m so ready for this,’ his chuckle sobering up as he looked back, ‘Just one thing, though… are you sure I shouldn’t take this off, baby? Given how, uh, given the volume…’

Rarity lay beneath him with both hooves up against her chest, otherwise exposed to him entirely, her chest heaving up and down and her mane outspread over the bedsheets. ‘Why do you think I chose white, sweetheart? It’s a summer dress! It certainly wasn’t on account of the snow!’ she snorted, ‘Besides, you just came, and there’re dry cleaning facilities on the premises if need be. And, ah, I don’t want you to take it off… I’d very much enjoy you just like this.’

Spike leaned over Rarity, supporting himself on his claws as he gave her another kiss, feeling her teats squish against the fabric bunched up around his loins. ‘So, you like what you see that much? I wasn’t a hundred-percent convinced at first myself, but, heh, I can feel the care that went into your craftsmareship. You’ve got the touch.’

Rarity almost seemed offended by Spike’s words as she replied, although she smiled as she reached out to him. ‘Of course, I’m a mare at the very zenith of her game right here and now, if I may say so myself, and I am extremely satisfied by the figure you cut in it, Spikey!’ she said as he embraced her, adding, ‘It truly accentuates what a magnificent, beautiful great creature you are! Oh, my favourite dragon… oh, make love to me, Spike! Show me what a beautiful great beast you are, oh, please!’

‘If you insist, Rare,’ said Spike, an eager glint in his emerald eyes as his face reddened. He raised himself up and her ear twitched as he whispered into it with a toothsome smile, ‘I wanna get right up inside you, Rarity. Right up to the hilt! Sound good?’ He followed his half-request with a flick of his tongue-tips right against the soft fluff at the base of her lobe.

A consenting grin spread across her face as she nodded, and Spike felt his cock twitch hard from root to tip as he kneaded her breasts and looked down at her sweet-smelling, sweaty body, admiring her smooth, lithe pear shape. He inhaled proudly, looking downwards from her eyes to her tail, and he wished for a moment that he had a camera on him just to immortalise this moment, then wished that Rarity were more receptive to such suggestions. As it was, she remained adamant that intimate bedroom moments like these remain solely between their participants, not that he held that against her.

So instead he drank it in, committing as much to memory as he could. Rarity’s purple mane, unleashed from the beehive she’d arranged it into prior to their encounter on the balcony, was a river of curls spreading from behind her neck and ears and covering a surprising amount of their love nest from where she lay near its centre, the silver streak on one side rather impolitely suggesting years that just didn’t show on her body. Everycreature in the Crystal Empire knew exactly what had induced that; it wasn’t age, and it was quite related to the statue of them both on the approach from the gates towards the city centre. Her stiff white horn shimmered with a blue aura, as did her eyes, which were narrowed in a squint just over the top of her orange-rimmed spectacles, although the rest of her gleamed just a little in the pale yellow sun rays filtering through the curtain, reflecting off the light perspiration on her fur.

Her grin shrunk into an open-mouthed little “o”, her teeth slightly bared as she sighed ‘Oh, Spikey darling…’ as he delicately pinched her glasses off her muzzle onto the far side of the bed, where they could lay uninterrupted until they’d finished what was already an inevitability. He put his other claw on her left hoof as his gaze wandered downwards over her slightly straining fur and musculature of her neck and shoulders, over her chest fluff and her toned, slightly protruding belly, where her body spread outwards as her upper torso met her hips; her hind legs were raised upwards, her hooves pointing roughly towards him, and between those were her aching hindquarters.

She arched her back, presenting her pubis towards her dragon lover, and again he got an eyeful of her beauty. Rarity’s breasts were two little, soft things placed side-by-side to one another, sensitive little pudgy mounds that definitely enhanced every bit of contact between them down there, each spotted with a little purple nipple surrounded by areole that receded into the alabaster white of the rest of her. Not far below them were her genitals and the dock of her tail, which unlike her mane was still quite coiffed and arranged as perfectly as ever, another glistening silver shock spiralling alongside its purple.

She was beautiful. She was nude. She was a horse, and frankly, Spike loved her all the more for it. Far from normalising it into humdrum banality, as a dragon living amongst ponies his whole life Spike had come to admire the equine form above all others – something about its compactness felt harmonious to him on a geometric level, like a golden ratio or the fibonacci sequence. The mare lying beneath him, looking at him with heightened levels of love and lust, was the absolute apex of that form to him, as well as being the fount behind a staggering amount of modern Equestrian fashion. Spike often asked himself which attracted him more, her luscious physicality or her whip-sharp mind and confidence… but honestly, it was both. Why not? They were just two aspects of the wondrous equine tapestry that made his wife who she was.

Spike’s claws descended down Rarity’s curves, and he put one on each of her flanks, gripping both her triple-diamond cutie marks as he peered at the one part of her that he hadn’t looked at yet, but to which he was almost certainly due to pay fealty in short order. Rarity’s belly rose and fell with arousal as he inspected her pony pussy, its surrounds matted with light, purple, immaculately trimmed pubic hair that didn’t do much to hide its engorged, fluttering labia nor its pert little clit, rosy at the tip like a flower bud. It glistened in the light, and the outer part of her vagina itself looked similarly receptive, opened up and twitching with a clear trickle running down the inner side of one haunch. He raised his head slightly and looked back into her eyes, seeing she’d put a hoof to her mouth, sucking on its hard tip.

‘I love you, Spike,’ she whispered, ‘But don’t take all day, darling.’

‘You’re so beautiful… it almost seems a waste to stick it in right away, Rare. How about this…’ said Spike, before lowering his open maw down to her crotch, his tongue lolling out. Immediately he coiled his long tongue around her teats, and she gasped and stretched back as he licked around them, trailing hot spittle around them in circular motions. He pressed his claws against her inner thighs as she gasped and her breathing became heavier, and her hooves found their way around his scalp as she squished the soft soles of her hooves against his head. Before long they were slick with dragon drool, and she squirmed, her back hooves gently wrapping around his dress’ straps, resting just above his wings. He stuck his tongue out as far as he could, its rough back massaging her smooth globes as the smoother front end spittily lapped at her teats and navel.

‘Oh, yes… oh, yessss, Spike, ooooh…’ Rarity breathed, holding onto his head and shoulders more and more tightly. She stretched back, her boobs likewise stretching out under Spike’s mouth and tongue, and he moved upwards slightly to nuzzle into her belly. It was slightly concave like this, but just squishy enough for him to rub his snout into as he laid a smattering of smooches upon her bellybutton, visible through her thin tummy fur. As he did that he rubbed where her thighs joined her hips, feeling it becoming rather warm as well as wet. Oh yes, she was very ready to receive, and doing this was only making his member harder… meanwhile, her grip on his upper half was only tightening, and she was abject in her obvious enjoyment of his touch.

He stopped licking and smooching her, although she didn’t quit squirming and moaning for a few seconds as he laid his head on her as though she was a pillow, burying his ear frills into her undulating stomach and reaching up a bit to give her diaphragm a stroke with his claw tips. Then he lowered his claw to where his head was, pushing on where he supposed her womb was lightly as he lifted his head, and a moan escaped her lips as he laid alongside her. ‘So, how did that feel?’ he asked, lifting her onto her side.

Rarity’s mane dropped like a curtain onto the bed, and she gave Spike a look of love that almost looked like she was in pain as she gulped and sighed, not entirely in control of herself. It took her a moment to find the words, breathless romance heaving from her bosom, ‘Oh, Spikey-Wikey… oh, my darling, my love, oh… you feel as incredible as ever, sweetheart. I can’t get enough of the way you touch me… mmm…’

She leaned against Spike, and he gave her slender back a quick rake of his claws from the dock of her tail to the nape of her neck. He couldn’t suppress a giggle as he pulled the dress up past his hips and pressed his thick, craggy cock against the base of his wife’s tail, and put his chin over her shoulder as his tongue flicked against her jaw. She closed her eyes and squeaked, and he murmured, ‘That’s because you deserve the absolute best I can give, Rarity. Nothing but. I love you so much. I’m going to make love to you, babe… are you ready?’

Rarity almost sobbed as she responded. ‘You… if you don’t f… fuck me after all that… that sexy licking, Spikey, I’ll never f… forgive you! Just, just do it, darling!’

Spike smiled smugly, stroking her mane behind an ear. ‘You’re the boss, Rare,’ he sighed, and she smiled broadly, if sweatily, back at him. Then he gripped one haunch and lifted it up high, spreading her legs wide before plopping the green head of his cock against her delicate lilac pussy lips, and she gasped again, a heaving, guttural one from the pit of her stomach as she trembled against him.

‘Ooooh, oooh, oooAAAHHH!! OH, SPIKE!!!’ she roared as he slipped it in. She offered no resistance whatsoever; if anything, her throbbing, soaking insides needed her husband’s immense pink dragon dick inside them so badly that he could’ve sworn she’d sucked him much of the way in. As a matter of fact, it only took a few thrusts thereafter before she started to come, he could tell, and it took steely resolve in that moment to resist returning it in kind. He concentrated on the guitar solo flowing from the gramophone in an effort to keep his composure as she wrenched and pulsated, her abdomen clenching and releasing around his penis, the rest of her cool, wet body bucking and writhing in the strong arms cuddling her as she strained for breath. Her tail coiled around his hips as he buried his face deep into her mane, inhaling her rosy scent as well as nuzzling his snout against her ear, giving it a series of licks as her intense orgasm proceeded.

He rode out her ecstatic shakes and cries until she calmed, enjoying her quivering tail and buttocks against his pelvis. It was actually refreshing, having Rarity do all the hard work by herself right now, but he’d entered this room intending upon a full meal, so to speak. For the time being he relished it, thrusting into her a little and holding her tight around her chest and dining on this, the beating heart of this beautiful pony who loved him this much. This was an expression of how intense their love was, and the best part was that it was hardly over just yet.

Inevitably, her quaking subsided, and she laid there panting as Spike hugged her tighter than ever. ‘Oh, my… well, that came upon me all at once! How magnificent…’

Spike grunted and held her, rubbing his claws over her flanks and sides. ‘You’re at your prettiest when you’re coming, you know that?’ he snickered. ‘Emphasis on you. I barely did anything.’

Rarity blushed pink as Spike pressed his cheek against hers, his head still over her shoulder. She gave him a sly side-eye and giggled, ‘No, no, I’m certainly not at my usual standard of fabulousness like this… frankly it’s rather undignified to get all like this, but with you, darling, it’s simply divine. I know you won’t tell a soul.’

Spike blushed back, then gave her a nip on the neck. ‘It’s when you’re at your most honest, baby. Nothing about that was planned. It’s like… when you get really into your creative drive all of the sudden? Only it’s your sex drive, I guess. I dunno, it’s just really hot.’ He winced as he finished that thought – that sounded much more eloquent in his head.

Rarity sniffed, not unkindly. ‘Well! I suppose the beauty of one’s own libido versus public perceptions of tastefulness may be for the philosophers to ponder. Nonetheless, I don’t suppose you’re still eager to, ah, “get in there,” properly, my love? Do what you wish with me… I’m certainly not tired of this just yet!’

‘Say no more, you… you beautiful mare. I wanna rock your world.’ Spike’s cock had remained buried deep inside Rarity for the duration of that conversation, and he inhaled, pulling her leg up so her hoof was against his armpit as he felt her innards pulse around its ensconcement as her tail swished around his buttocks. He flapped the front of his dress over her back as he pushed into her, putting one claw around her belly and teats, the other pinching her dock. He started to pump it into her, plunging it deep into her gushing wet tunnel, and she responded with affectionate laughter at first.

Before long her laughter degenerated into grunts and moans of pleasure. ‘How does it feel, baby?’ Spike whispered cheekily into her ear as he dug the fingers of one claw into her flesh slightly and fucked her, enjoying her pillowy, sweaty buttocks bouncing against his abdomen as he tugged on her tail, ‘How does it feel to be nailed by a rampaging beast? I’m a ferocious dragon… I’m gonna get what I want from you! I don’t suppose you’ve got any questions?’

‘Hahaha!… ah… ah… ugh, oh, ooh… it feels fucking amazing… though I, ahn! I do have a, a re, request, darling,’ Rarity gulped, her laughter lowering into a crooning growl as she spoke through her panting.

Spike yanked harder on her tail, pulling it above the fabric of his dress, and she buried her face in her head pillow as he made good on his earlier promise to stick it in the entire way, waves of pleasure emanating from deep within as he ploughed her from behind, grabbing her stomach so as to put pressure upon her womb as his hot, hard cock slapped into her repeatedly. Every lumpen inch of his erect meat and the soft frills on its underside ground against her sopping wet, flaming, constricting vaginal walls. She could feel its weight prying her apart, those frills rubbing rapidly against the sensitive bulge of the g-spot a little way inside, which felt like it was giving off sparks with every thrust.

He was plainly approaching a good hard come of his own, getting rougher and with a low growl rumbling from his chest. She whimpered and moaned harder and faster as his body smashed against hers over and over, that electric sparking sensation intensifying. His balls thumped against her dripping lower belly, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before the two of them were once again to experience the most intense sexual bliss any two creatures could. Jolts of electricity spread through every nerve in her body from her uterus outwards, and she wanted Spike to shoot his hot, thick love into her, dearly she did… although she felt that he was being faintly inconsiderate, not asking her to finish her request. It was related to that desire, after all.

Spike grunted, panting with his fangs bared and his tongue hanging out as he pushed it in deep enough to barely tickle her cervix with his glans, then slowed to a stop. ‘What… what was it you wanted, Rare?’ he strained. He hadn’t ignored her in pursuit of his own pleasure alone after all, she thought. Good, good.

She looked back at him with the burning lust of the wildest mare, and the pleading eyes of a little filly as her curls spilled back onto the bed and over her face. She pushed her bottom against his crotch as she blurted out, ‘I want you to, to… Spikey-Wikey, rut my plot! I want you to put it into my bottom, darling!’ she moaned, putting one hoof on her flank in offering, ‘We’ve only done that a scant few times before today, and… mmm, please?’

Spike’s nostrils flared as he inhaled, then grinned as he let go of her dock and belly, rearing up a bit, pulling out halfway and stroking the cutie marks on each side of her rump. ‘Why, Rarity, that is an unusual request! Normally when I ask, you say, uh, words to the effect of “Why go into the alleyway when the penthouse is right next door, darling,” if you’ll excuse the imitation! Are you sure?’

‘Don’t regale me with nonsense I’ve definitely said in the past, Spike! Please, just do it if you don’t mind!’

Spike withdrew from Rarity’s pussy with a squelch, revealing her backside that had, the tail he‘d been tugging on aside, hitherto been enshrouded by his clothing. His twitching, juicy cock gleamed in the light, and a thick line of bubbling she-cum dangled from her spasming pussy to the glob of it encasing its head for a moment before breaking off. His heart was thumping and his hips ached slightly, and the mare beneath him was slippery and panting. He leaned forwards and, as she squealed from the sensation of his shaft’s frills stroking her anus, kissed her on the neck. ‘Alright, Rare, you got it… I’m finishing off how I started, though!’

‘Quite alright, darl– OOOH!!’ Rarity squealed again, one eye closing and her jaw drooping quite involuntarily as Spike pulled away completely, then gently probed her butthole with a clawtip and gave it a closer look. It seemed clean, a little pink star within a slightly-raised grey circle which was twitching in sync with the labia an inch beneath, and as he brushed his thumb against it to spread it just a little the pitch of Rarity’s squeal heightened an octave, before changing to another girlish chuckle. Her tail swished again as she shivered, ticklish glee overtaking her as he gave the small of her back a caress, and she pushed back an inch. He winced as her rump pushed against his dick, which, after all, had come close to spilling its seed into her front hole, and was feeling close to bursting.

Then he pursed his lips in contemplation of the consequences of his future actions. Rarity had been adamant about the dress he was still wearing, and while it hadn’t obstructed their lovemaking up until now, indeed facilitating things slightly sensation-wise with its flouncing folds, he held a bad feeling about what would happen if he didn’t take its finery out of the equation. The fire in his belly and balls was getting tectonic, to say nothing of how his dick felt ripe to explode out of its skin, and while releasing in and around Rarity and into the bedsheets was par for the course, he didn’t wish to cum all over her hard work even if he had her tacit permission. He took his claws off her undulating behind momentarily before pulling it off over his head, retracting his outspread wings and shrugging it off, then slinging it dramatically onto the floor halfway across the room.

Thus unencumbered, he returned to inspecting Rarity’s pretty asshole. As she pressed it against him, he decided it was time to take action, and he held his dick firmly in one claw, the other pulling her swishing coiffed tail upwards as he shunted its helmet neatly between the curve of her buttocks, pressing it against the hole itself. ‘I’m going in, Rare. Sorry in advance.’

Rarity almost inquired as to why the apology, but as he pushed it in the piquancy of his entry illustrated it nicely, a wail escaping her lips as he got stuck in, a popping sensation quickly followed up by a feeling like a train engine had suddenly crashed into her behind. By Celestia, she’d forgotten that pain, Spike’s anal invasion upon her person as infrequent as it was, but she welcomed it bravely nonetheless! As he drove it into her rectum another inch, then another, a wave of relief spread over her from her twitching hole, the immediate piercing of her sphincter transforming into a pleasure she didn’t experience that often. By now it was not just pressing into the depths of her plot, its weight and girth were pressing outwards into its neighbouring canal, giving her aching loins wonderful stimulation besides. She groaned, gritted her teeth and grabbed her pillow, squeezing it tight between her forelegs as her back arched, raising her buttocks towards her lover.

After another inch’s encroachment, Spike halted, letting go of her tail and giving her cutie marks a gentle squeeze. ‘Oof, Rarity, that’s so tight… you are alright, aren’t you? I don’t wanna be too rough with your ass. You’ll need to sit down again before long.’

She could feel her hindquarters quivering against what felt like his entire cock. ‘It hurt at first, but I’m feeling very good… ah, how… how far inside are you, precious? I feel rather full!’ she reported, her voice unavoidably higher than usual.

‘About halfway,’ said Spike, squeezing her flanks together and relishing the sensation of his wife’s rotund backside gently crushing his prick. ‘Oh, Rarity, you feel so fucking good… uh, it’s okay to keep going, isn’t it?’

‘Nngh… you’d better, darling…’ she sighed, and Spike didn’t hesitate to start pumping his erection into her anus, forcing that sigh into another wail in no short order. Unlike the dripping slickness of her pussy, Rarity’s rectum offered a lot of friction, his prick grinding against its throbbing walls that felt like a meaty tunnel of soft, moist pebbles and semisolid sludge that squirmed uncontrollably as he slid his member in and out. He went slower and more shallowly than he did when screwing her pussy; that was quite experienced with the size and shape of his dick, whereas Rarity’s sphincter and rectum were much less so. In a way he relished how rough her butthole felt inside, and the heat generated from that friction was getting him closer to his release more quickly than the liquidity of her maidenhood would.

For her part, Rarity was going buck wild as Spike screwed her ass, burying her face in her pillow and half-screaming, half-groaning into it, muffling herself as her eyes rolled into her skull. His raging, molten-hot cock was amazing, and it felt like she was getting it in both holes like this! True, it wasn’t as deep as it would have been in her pussy, but he was stimulating a lot of extremely sensitive nerve endings as he fucked her back door right against her front, and Rarity was definitely getting that melting, roiling sensation spreading outwards from the centre of her pelvis to her extremities just as much as she would from the traditional route, just in a different way. She was almost overcome by the sheer joy of getting fucked hard by her husband, and her bucking became slapping backwards onto his pole in an effort to get it in deeper, despite what she’d said a few minutes prior – he was opening her up wider and wider, and she wanted it deep inside her, as deep as he could get.

Spike responded to that with a loud snort and a roar, suddenly grabbing Rarity around her lower belly with both claws as he reached the brink of his orgasm, and she screamed and growled, ‘Spikey! Spikey! OH, DARLING!! Fuck me, fuck me!! Fuck!!! Me!!!!!!’ Her once-perfect mane was a stringy mess all over her face and shoulders now, and she was dripping with sweat again as she too approached her come, every bit of her body boiling hot and shaking like she was about to explode.

‘Rarity! Rarity! Ugh! Unghh, ughh!! Oh godddd!!’ Spike groaned, ramming his rampaging, veiny cock into her tender, rough plot over and over and over as his belly smacked mercilessly upon her rump and the bedsprings groaned beneath them, ‘Baby, I’m going to… UGH!! Get you pregnant! In your ass!!!’

‘Do it! Do it!! Knock me up! I need it!!’ she whimpered. A biological impossibility without assistance it may have been, but at moments like these, Rarity not-so-secretly craved the ultimate result of the act, now as usual keeping a thin veneer of plausible deniability as she begged him for it in the heat of passion. Then she emitted a long, animalistic keen as Spike finally sprayed it inside her, gripping her hard and roaring just as much as sweat cascaded down his muscular body and down his serpentine tail.

All the air in Rarity’s lungs felt like it had been knocked out of her from the force of his plot-sex, and after that scream Rarity writhed soundlessly with a gaping mouth as sloppy, steaming hot cum repeatedly blasted into her back alley. Her head collapsed into the pillow she was clutching harder than ever as he filled her up, and she couldn’t muster a response other than the uncontrollable shaking she was already subject to. She felt as if she was about to ignite, the wet heat in her womb and rectum subsuming her entire being as she gasped silently, yet with every bit of strength she could muster. The embers in Spike’s cum crackling in her anus was a strange rumbling, aggravating sensation that racked her to the core, one that made her glad she’d taken care of matters down there before work and hadn’t snacked since her working luncheon with Ms. Pommel and Kimono’s reps – if she’d digested more before this, things could have become, well, defecatory in nature.

She found her noise when Spike, still spewing his addictive, thick dragon semen, violently pulled out of her. She reared her head and screamed as he yelled, ‘I’m gonna impregnate both holes, Rarity!! AAAAUGHHHH!!!’, then spread his wings as wide as he could as he plunged his raw, nutting penis right into her with a single thrust. She shook violently as she felt it hit her insides hard – his member was red hot and huge and stretched her out immediately, and her husband’s cum flooded her womb right away, a torrent of the stuff gushing hard into its deepest reaches, a tidal wave splashing against its far end and likely giving her ovaries a jolly good painting of white snot. Her sopping pussy was much more efficient at terminating the hot spots in his cum, and she felt a sizzling sensation inside her as her juices drowned them, inhaling deeply once that scream subsided.

He pulled her upright as he kept cumming inside her, and the bed creaked loudly as they both toppled backwards off it, Spike landing on his tail as Rarity bounced up and down. He was still holding her tight by her filling belly and inner thighs, barely interrupted by the impact, and she moaned and moaned as her hair flew everywhere, the intensity starting to fade as she let out every bit of tension in her body as she rested upon his spasming pole. Spike’s cum was pouring out of her pussy and her asshole, and she felt incredibly marked by the gooey web and musky stink of her dragon lover’s emissions.

In time, Spike’s dick shrank back now its mission was accomplished, and he laid back, sprawled out and breathing heavily. Rarity laid atop him and watched, exhaling as its flaccidity plopped back out of her cum-smeared, oozing vagina, followed by dual rivers of hot semen that poured over the base of her tail and rested into a thick, creamy puddle onto the crystalline floor. The pair lay together like that, coated in sweat and sperm, catching their breaths, each a little surprised by how intense their pleasure had gotten.

She looked up at Spike, whose eyes were closed, and smiled as she gave his chin a nuzzle with her snout. ‘Rare… I fell down again, I’m sorry,’ he croaked.

She snorted with mirth, then kissed his cheek. ‘Oh, Spike, that was absolutely divine,’ she assured him, ‘I love you, sweetheart, I do. It’s always wonderful to be with you like this, but… ah, yes, wonderful…’

Spike opened his eyes and brushed her matted mane away before blowing gently on her ear, and the two of them noticed the music that was still playing, for the first time in a while, only half-recognising the song. While they were both well versed in the leading track’s lyrics, matters of physicality meant they were often preoccupied like this by the time the fifth came along whenever they left the entire album spinning. It certainly wasn’t a bad song at all, apparently about Splendid Cut and two of the other four Pearlescents’ formative years on the fluffy streets of Cloudsdale. Its subject matter aside it was fair accompaniment for basking in a post-orgasmic glow, and Rarity flipped over to give her favourite dragon a sticky cuddle as they did so. He returned it, and they lay there on the floor, properly at rest together for the first time since he’d come home.

‘So… now that’s all done with, what were you really upset about, Spikey-Wikey?’ Rarity eventually asked as she broke off another kiss, ‘You can tell your loving wife the whole truth, dearest. I’m here to help.’

Spike lifted Rarity as he sat up, still holding her close. He felt faintly annoyed that she’d pre-empted his intended elaboration upon his earlier reason for returning so grumpy, but he didn’t let it show. ‘Oh, I guess you figured it out, Rare,’ he sighed after a kiss on her muzzle, ‘I mean, it’s true that Shining worked us all hard and was, uh, less than courteous about it, but… well, once we were through the city gates, he said to Lance Forthright, the sergeant of the platoon… I wasn’t meant to hear it, but I did…’

Then he trailed off. ‘Said what?’ Rarity probed.

Spike rocked her in his arms as he sighed again, then cringed as he gave her that same lugubrious glance that had tipped her off before. ‘Oh, nothing much… just if she’d like to be the incoming foal’s Crystaller…’

She looked up at him with wide eyes. ‘So? I don’t see how it’s a bad thing if he’s planning for that in advance. Sunburst has his own family to handle nowadays, to say nothing of the school in Ponyville alongside Starlight.’

‘So, why didn’t he ask me first?!’ Spike inhaled, anger rising in his chest, ‘We are stepbrothers, y’know?’

Spike’s sibling relationship with Shining Armor had had its ups and downs since they’d relocated to the Crystal Empire, but since they’d seen eye-to-eye much better since the Midnight Icing incident, Rarity was certain it was nothing untoward. ‘Oh, I didn’t mean it that way, Spikey. Well… Shining has close camaraderie with much of the Crystal Guard, darling, perhaps he’s just gauging interest? He may be asking around in general! Anyway, you haven’t spoken a peep to me about wanting in on it, nevermind anypony else! Did it hurt you that much to overhear that?’ she gave him a pat on the shoulder as she wrapped her hooves around his waist.

He placed his head against her horn. ‘Hmm… you’re right, Rare, I hadn’t shown much interest to anypony. I suppose I’m away from the Empire often and it only registered pretty recently that it’s really happening. Like you said, you can’t tell just by looking at Cadance, and time flies… but I just, I felt myself turn green when I heard him say that. I didn’t stick around long after and walked home. Didn’t feel much like flying after that.’

She gave him a kiss on the cheek. ‘Aw… you lovely sweet creature. You need to talk to him about it, if it wounded you that badly. They love you at the palace, you know, Shining and Cadance… and little Flurry Heart thinks the world of her uncle Spike. Even if they have reasons not to ask, I’m sure you can get things straightened out one way or another. They’d never brush you off.’

‘I really do, need to talk to them, I guess. It’s just… oh, you know how I get. Insecure about my place in pony society. It’s ridiculous, especially when we’re together like this. I need you with me to drill into my thick skull how important I… that I’m not excluded.’

Rarity chuckled, rubbing a hoof over his chin. ‘It’s no secret that I rather enjoy your draconic stature, but you don’t need me to remind you that you are a valid dragon, darling. Ah, not that I minded reminding you through the medium of– erm!’

Spike guffawed as Rarity stopped herself, then lifted her aloft in both claws as he stood upright. ‘The perfect screw from my beautiful wife heals what ails me, but you’re right, Rare… I can take care of my own problems. I love you, babe. Thanks.’

He gave her one last smooch before depositing her onto the floor, then looked her over as she stood on all fours – she was, frankly, a mess, her fur and mane a wreck and covered in all kinds of bodily fluids. He snickered again, leaning over and raking a claw through her matted, rugged mane, giving its silver streak a swift polish. ‘Man, I really destroyed your mane, and, uh, your everything else,’ he stated simply, relishing his work toothsomely.

She dimpled and raised a hoof demurely as she looked up at him, and he took a swig of the sparkling glass of water on the dressing table that he’d thus far neglected – it was his turn to rehydrate after all that. It had become somewhat flat from his delay, but it was still cold, and it quenched his thirst nicely.

‘Hmm… so, put me back together, why don’t you?’ she giggled, ‘We both need to bathe, and after that I simply must check in with the girls in the fitting department, not to mention,’ she glanced over to where Spike had slung the dress in the throes of passion, ‘Well, I suppose your presence of mind saved that dress from becoming truly soiled, but it will need attention…’

‘It can wait ten minutes. Let’s clean ourselves up, then the rest of the evening’s ours,’ Spike sighed, taking Rarity’s hoof in his claw as they left for the bathroom. The afternoon remained young, but for now they were ready to face the world together, their precious bond as strong as ever. Life was good in the Crystal Empire, and nothing could change that as long as they had one another.

Author's Note

In which Spike fills up Rarity's other two holes.

Thanks for reading! 😈 Now to go back to the present, back long before all this raunchiness occurred, by which I mean, back to SSME as of next month