Sparity: The Sexhaving Adventures of Mr. & Mrs. The Dragon

by Mareity

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn, Spike, Rarity
Length: 41192

(OCCASIONALLY UPDATED) After marriage (and a while before, for that matter), Spike and Rarity had a good deal of sex. These are the chronicles of some of those times, in no particular order.

A depository for short, post-FiM (between S9E25-E26), older Spike and Rarity smutfics marginally related to my main, SFW romance story, Sparity Shipping Mega Epic (yes, I know, great title, thanks). Sometimes I get bored and need to switch gears before I can keep going with my main thing, you know? Four stories so far, more to come whenever I feel like it. Mostly romantic, vanilla stuff with a bit of bedroom kink as you'd expect between a married couple, but if you think that means it's bland I daresay you're wrong -- vanilla can be plenty tasty when done right 🍦

Published 2019-10-18 21:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-08-31 21:16:25 UTC

An Oral Tradition

Spike was awakened by a rather rude sharp sensation right in his face and grunted, although he lay inert for a few seconds longer before a second, lighter nudge that forced his eyes open.

‘Ah!’ he whispered, keeping as quiet as possible so as not to wake up his wife, before realising she was the source of his discomfort. Rarity had wriggled up his arm in her slumber and her unicorn horn had taken to probing the inner depths of his snout while she drooled and snored daintily on his shoulder. He sat up a little, lifting the arm wrapped around her waist to gently slap the top of her flank. ‘Rarity,’ he muttered, ‘You’re poking me.’

‘Snozz.. mugwabluzzuh,’ responded Rarity, following up with a little sigh and a slightly tighter hold on her husband’s chest. Absolutely adorable, he thought, but nonetheless she didn’t move and that tighter grip had only made her horn begin to encroach upon Spike’s eyeball.

‘Rarity!’ Spike shook his arm to separate the two of them, and Rarity woke up entirely as he jostled her aside.

‘Unhwubluz… Spikey? What are you…?’

‘Sorry. You were up my nose,’ said Spike. The two of them repositioned in their bed to face each other, Rarity hogging the sheets wrapped around her lower half.

‘Oh… so sorry, darling…’ said Rarity, her crusty but widening blue eyes reflecting the green candlelight filtering through the curtain surrounding their bed. ‘Ooh… what time is it…?’

Spike’s expression relaxed, and he gazed into those sapphire eyes. The pain in his face faded and he felt peaceful, as he did whenever he looked at Rarity like that, but tired, too. ‘I dunno,’ he said, ‘But I’m feeling pretty exhausted still. It definitely hasn’t been a full night just yet.’

Rarity giggled and extended a hoof to pet his face where she’d prodded, and she inched a little closer, partly discarding the sheet. ‘Well, I’m hardly surprised, dear,’ she murmured, ‘After the going-over you gave me earlier you must be positively pooped!’

Spike smiled and exhaled, growling involuntarily as he did so. ‘Something like that, sure. But you know, I regret nothing,’ he drawled.

Rarity lay there idly and retracted her hoof to her mouth, her untempered mane flowing away from behind her ears as she spoke, a horny smirk on her face. ‘We must have fallen asleep together straight after, you know. I certainly didn’t shower afterwards, anyway…’

She moved in closer to Spike, the sheet covering her butt falling away entirely to expose her tail, and smooched his neck, her upper teeth making contact with his skin for a split-second and her lower lip lingering on his scales a moment longer. ‘And you know,’ she whispered, ‘That’s when all the stuff you stuffed into me comes back out. Without that, the sheets will need changing later. I’m all sloppy down there, you naughty naughty boy…’

She kissed his neck for longer and shifted her legs, feeling her inner thighs slip together from the warm dragon sperm slowly oozing out of her hindquarters, then moved upwards so her face was right in his. Their eyes met, but her horn rested upon the frills on his scalp instead of the more sensitive regions it had collided with prior.

Spike inhaled, his breath a little jagged – hearing Rarity talk dirty like that pushed his buttons in the best way. He extended a claw and, navigating it beneath the mop of curly purple and silver spilled atop it, caressed Rarity’s neck, starting from behind her twitchy little ear down to her shoulder blades. She shivered, whined and closed her eyes with a hungry aspect upon her brow while he used his other arm to embrace her, pulling her belly flush to his, his re-erected cock pressed hard between their bodies. ‘Ooh, Spike,’ she moaned into his ear, ‘This is so nice, so beautiful, just this… ooh, you’re divine…’

Spike buried his face into her silky, if a little matted mane, inhaling its intermingled scents of l’eau de toilette and the sweet mare sweat that permeated both her body and the sheets she’d been sleeping under. ‘Oh Rarity,’ he sighed, ‘God, I love you…’

‘Spikey-Wikey…’

‘Rare… Rarey-warey…’ Spike whispered, closing his eyes. They kissed, then kissed again, and again. Spike’s long forked tongue tickled the fore of Rarity’s gullet while her teeth clicked against his front fangs as she, her pony tongue not half as long, attempted to reciprocate, the two of them intermittently and spittily coming up for air.

They continued to snuggle and smooch like that for a while, neither of them keeping track of time’s passing, and would probably have continued until sleep overcame one or both of them if Spike hadn’t decided to take action. That boner wasn’t going down any, and he didn’t want to waste it. He was still rather tired and not feeling up to another deep dicking, but there was more than one way to plough a furrow. He stopped kissing her, and she panted for a moment as he withdrew. ‘Rarity… mind if I, your horn?’ he asked.

‘Do it,’ moaned Rarity, her voice cracking a bit, ‘Blow my mind, you sexy beast.’

‘Oh, I intend to.’ He raised his face to her forehead and eyed her horn, which had started to glow ever-so-slightly blue, then retracted the claw that had been fondling her back and placed it around her horn’s base, brushing back the strands of her mane that had come to dangle over her face. He gave her brow the lightest of squeezes as he moved in on it, mandible slackened and tongue out. She yelped as he licked her horn, just a flick at first before he wrapped his tongue around it twice, then took its entirety into his maw. The unicorn magic she was channeling into it made it sensitive for her and tingly to him, which could be a little numbing for prolonged periods but was perfectly fine with the application of a little saliva, and to that end Spike produced a lot more than needed to lubricate it. Even as he kept his lips tight around the horn a gob of dragon drool dribbled down from his throat to her horn and down her cheek, and judging from the gasp as it splashed down, she did not dislike that.

Spike cradled Rarity between his chest and armpit like a foal, his other arm resting his bicep underneath the dock of her tail and lifting her upwards as he continued suckling on her horn, gently at first but slowly getting more and more intense, and she whimpered and squirmed in his arms and called his name as he tickled its tip with the rough back part of his tongue. Her horn’s contours nestled neatly in its cleft as he sucked on it harder, massaged it with his tongue harder, messily slurped on it harder, his fangs raking over and gnawing at it ever-so-slightly…

He kept doing that for a while longer, deeply relishing the thought of the exquisite pleasure he was inflicting upon the quivering mare in his arms. After who-knew-how-long Rarity said her first coherent words besides “Spikey-Wikey!” for a short while. ‘Harder, darling! Please!’ she cried, to Spike’s slight chagrin – he was trying his hardest. She was definitely getting close, though, and it was time to get her off properly.

Spike redoubled his efforts, speeding up the sucking and licking while pushing his gorge up his neck closer to the fore of his throat – Spike had a reptile’s neck, after all – forcing the top half of Rarity’s horn into its depths. Her protrusion was properly inside his body, not just his mouth, now, and she responded to his inner heat as he would with her doing similar with his dick inside her – her cries and shivers and stretches intensified and he could definitely feel perspiration through her fur. He clasped her body to his own as hard as he could, gripping her belly with one hand and moving the other behind her ears, and began to stroke and scritch the back of her head just posterior to them both. She gritted her teeth in the aching desire flowing through every bit of her body, about to overflow, about to trigger her critical moment…

And there it went. Rarity’s back arched and her tummy convulsed against Spike’s claw for a second and his eyes widened as he felt an ethereal pumping, exploding pressure blast into his mouth as she came with a drawn-out squeal, her body glistening in the candlelight from the sweat dripping off her. He held her tightly by the head and chest and dug his claws in a little in an effort to stabilise her writhing, slippery form.

With one final slurp he released her horn from his mouth with a thick saliva strand after the magical sensation subsided a bit, then nuzzled her neck with his snout as she moaned and moaned, those moans subsiding into heavy breathing as her orgasm loosened its grip on her. ‘Aw, Rarity… I love you…’ he whispered into one of her ears as he stroked it tenderly.

When she opened her eyes again, Rarity looked up right into Spike’s with a pert little smile, and she raised both her hooves to her chest. ‘Oh, Spikey,’ she said, fluttering her eyelashes, ‘I love you too, Spikey-Wikey… ooh, that was simply fabulous…’ Spike looked back into her eyes – yesterday’s eyeshadow and mascara were running a little, mainly from the eye that had taken the drool cascade earlier – and felt a pure flush of love flood into his heart, and he was sure he was blushing deeply. He couldn’t tell under the dim green light but it wasn’t a stretch to imagine Rarity’s cheeks hadn’t turned pink from stimulation, too.

Once she’d regained her composure Rarity flipped over and straddled Spike’s chest, and they lay together and cuddled for a short while, each muttering loving sweet nothings to the other. She swished her tail gently against the soft underside of Spike’s own tail, and his fat pink member, which she was sure was fit to burst. She didn’t intend to ignore that. Likely it would issue a diminishing return following their lovemaking last night, but that might be preferable right now, she thought – while it could be great fun at the end of a stressful day, she wasn’t in the mood in the dead of night for the misbehaviour it was wont to wreak upon her face, inside and out, when Spike was pent up.

As Spike ran his claws through her grey streak and against her neck for the umpteenth time, Rarity grabbed Spike’s sides and flashed him the same wicked smirk she’d obviously enticed him with earlier. ‘Spi~ke,’ she rolled his name around her mouth for a few seconds, ‘You’re still diamond-hard down there, darling, I couldn’t help noticing. Doesn’t it hurt?’

Spike returned her smile and flicked his tongue across his front fangs, then inhaled in faux-contemplation. ‘Oh, ever so much, my love. You know, if I don’t get some relief soon… bad things could happen to my, um, humours…’

Rarity inched downward from Spike’s chest to his stomach, still fixating his gaze with hers. ‘Well, that just won’t do, will it? An imbalance of the four humours, as they say,’ she paused for a second, ‘Which one is cum anyway, do you know?’

‘Good question,’ said Spike, thinking on it for a moment, ‘Phlegm, I suppose? Process of elimination guess.’

‘Must be,’ Rarity responded, ‘I suppose it is essentially snot. At any rate, an imbalance of the humours can wreak havoc upon your wellbeing, and as your wife it is my duty to see to it at once! I can’t bear to see the one I love so swollen and ill, it’s simply torture to behold!’

Spike chuckled, and reached a claw down to stroke her cheek. ‘Well, I was going to just live with the pain, but if you say it’s your duty, I’ll help you, uh, let it out. For the sake of my health.’

Rarity bit her lip and grinned mischievously. ‘Oh, you’ll be right as rain after this, Spikey. I guarantee it.’

Spike sat up, propped up on the bed by a couple of pillows, and without another word she slinked down to the base of Spike’s hairless green balls and beheld his dick in all its abject lewdness. It was a great big, ridged on its sides, flesh column with a protruding, red squiggly vein streaking upward and a bulging septum on its underside that was decorated up to the currently-unretracted, tapered foreskin with little frills not unlike the ones running from his head to his tail, but softer. By pony standards it was quite large, although her understanding was that it was only a little bigger than average for a dragon of Spike’s stature, not that she’d know personally. She was rather fond of it, regardless of its length – it was quite thick, and those soft little frills tickled her insides every time like delicate kisses, to say nothing of the delicious extra friction its ridges caused. Then there were the unique qualities of dragon semen. She licked her lips in anticipation as the thought crossed her mind.

Rarity’s thoughts must have lingered on its form and function a little overlong, because Spike said, ‘Enjoying the view down there?’ He reached down to her and once again ran his claw through her mane and down the side of her head. She couldn’t help but shiver at his touch, even after he’d petted her so much already it was an intense feeling.

She just about kept her head. ‘Mmmh… patience, dear. Don’t rush an artiste,’ she sighed, and leaned into Spike’s caress for a moment before getting down to tacks. ‘Now, then…’

With several audible gulps Rarity forced a gobful of saliva into her mouth and readied it for a widespread application, while simultaneously unsheathing his glans from his foreskin with her magic with two swift motions. She put one hoof on his mons pubis and pushed on it gently as she slurped her tongue upwards from his balls to moisten the length of his shaft, and used her other hoof to bat lightly at the underside of them. Spike leaned back and grunted, and his cock twitched against her tongue as she attended to its needs.

He spread his legs akimbo and unfolded his wings from behind his back somewhat as he melted under Rarity's care, his repositioning allowing her to mount the underside of his tail as she lapped at where the balls joined the shaft, while using her magic to rhythmically squeeze at the bottom of the bulbous tip. She closed her eyes and slowly traveled upwards, licking all the way as her mouth approached that tip, those little frills sweeping the cleft of her tongue, moving her hoof from the balls to bend it towards her cheek until she was rubbing it on her face, her chin likewise rubbing one side of his ballsack. She hefted herself upwards a little more besides until she was truly level with the tip, shifted the shaft back onto Spike’s belly, then ever-so-gently supped of, then kissed, the urethra hole, which was glistening with a bead and trickle of pre-cum. Not satisfied with that, she kissed it a few more times, then licked it more deeply, humming into it as she did so. Spike stretched back, reacting with a low, protracted moan that reverberated from the pit of his stomach, causing an involuntary quiver that shook his abdomen strongly enough for Rarity to need to steady herself for a second.

She stopped for a moment to get his attention, gazing up at him with a broad smile. He was leaned back, his broad chest rising and falling exaggeratedly, but he was still looking down to her with an erotic, slack-jawed expression. It was cute to her how helpless he looked just from a little licking, but she supposed she wasn’t one to judge after how wild he’d sent her with all that horn sucking not so long ago. ‘Alright, darling… I think I’m ready to begin the letting procedure, so to speak,’ she said.

‘Sweet Celestia, don’t stop… I don’t think I’m gonna last long, Rare. Fair warning,’ Spike croaked.

‘I’ll go easy on you, not to worry. I’d prefer to savour this…’ Rarity purred. Then she puckered her teeth into her lips, and got to work in earnest.

One hoof placed on each of Spike’s inner thighs, she slackened her jaw and carefully positioned her mouth over his glans, allowing it in until the urethra brushed against the roof of her mouth and her tongue wrapped around the lower portion of the rest of what was inside – a little more than half altogether so far. Once that was nice and snug she started to roll her lips around it in repeated, fish mouth-like motions, and let another hum loose onto the member, which was definitely growing just a tad larger and heating up the more she stimulated it. Spike groaned again and reached down with one shivering claw to stroke her cheek and behind her ear, brushing back strands of her mane that were admittedly a little in the way in the process.

His dick twitched more strongly than before as she halted the popping mouth movements and bobbed her head inwards a little. She knew she could take all of Spike’s cock, she was practised at it as a matter of fact, but like she’d said, she’d rather take it slow lest the show ended too quickly. For the moment she just took in another inch, but more was definitely to come as she slid it in, out a little, in a little more than that. She kept doing that for a while, and his dick bent around inside her mouth as she took more and more in, her cheeks puffing out and sucking in as she toyed with it. Before too long its head was nestling comfortably at the base of her tongue.

She looked up at Spike again; he had an intense look on his face that hadn’t been there earlier, but it was tilted back and this time, her view was framed by the arms attached to the claws that were cradling each side of her head. Spike looked down at her; her ass and tail were up in the air and her pert lips were wrapped around his dick most of the way to its base, while her shimmering, determined blue eyes were at once soothing and piercing to look into. ‘Rarity, baby, you look lovely… absolutely gorgeous…’ he panted, raking his claw over her brow and through her mane yet again.

Rarity hummed into his erection with personal pride and the erotic pleasure his claws brought her before taking a deep breath that flared her nostrils for a moment, placing both hooves onto his lower stomach and using a light bit of magical oscillation to stimulate his balls one last time before going in for her final attack, pushing that last bit of dragon meat into her mouth. The cock head shunted itself solidly into the top of her gullet and drove inward further besides, and another piquant moan accompanied by the creak of his head pushing back against the bed’s headboard made clear that Spike had felt that. ‘Oh… ohh… Rarity, Rarity!’ he cried as she started to suck hard on his member, getting it all the way in, all the way down, threatening, no, promising, to get his balls in there too. He couldn’t help grabbing the sides of her head harder as she chugged at the shaft with her throat for a moment. Eventually she needed to breathe again, though, and she spat the lowest couple of inches out for a minute and slid her mouth up and down the rest, before plopping the whole thing back in again.

Spike’s breathing became more and more strained as Rarity worked her magic, until things reached their inevitable conclusion. ‘Rarity, I’m going to– oh god!’ he tried to warn her after she’d plopped it out and in a second time, but it just wasn’t enough notice – right as she registered his warning, his cock bucked and twisted around violently inside her mouth and squirted a jet of hot dragon cum right into her throat, and she could only respond with a frantic “GRRRMMHHH!!!” that emanated right into Spike’s core. As she grappled with it, her hooves gripping his waist and her gorge expanding and contracting, she felt his semen crackle with magical embers that were swiftly doused by her phlegm and spit. It backwashed after a couple of seconds back into her mouth, and she pursed her lips as tight as she could around the throbbing shaft to retain as much as possible while sliding her lips up and down. Her eyes rolled backwards as she held on for dear life and for his part, Spike just about had the wherewithal to hold tightly onto her forehead, his thumb and forefinger around her horn much like when he’d sucked it before.

Spike’s nut lasted about ten seconds, a lengthy ten seconds – his cock spasmed like crazy for the duration and his balls seemed ripe to implode from the millions of little Spikes they’d produced all gushing out, and they gushed out with force. By the end she had to let some of it out to release the pressure on her bloating cheeks, and she gasped and groaned as it discharged back onto the magnificent dick and balls that had made it. It dribbled down his ass crack and pooled onto his thighs and tail, and it dripped down her jaw. At least none of it had exited through her nostrils this time, she reflected.

He’d left her with a good amount of it still in her mouth and throat. She didn’t even put on a show of swallowing it – before lifting herself back up she downed it in two gulps, purely for her own satisfaction. It was like drinking a hot broth on an icy winter day. She’d acquired the taste long ago while they were still dating back in Ponyville, and it tasted like amber and pearl looked. It’d keep her tummy nice and warm for a while, too, much like the spume that had dashed against the depths of her womb had before bedtime…

She wiped her mouth as she rose to look at her love, unsurprised to see he was now laid flat on the bed, almost sunken into the mattress, looking painedly vulnerable and still breathing heavily through his open, slightly-smoking mouth as his now-flaccid dick dribbed its last few pearls. He’d spread his wings fully as he’d climaxed and his tongue was lolling out from his lower jaw. She wriggled back into bed properly, nudging one wing away to make some room, and cuddled him from the side, kissing his chin from below. He wrapped an arm around her back and shoulders. ‘All better, dear?’ she cooed.

‘Uuuuuuggghhhh…’ Spike groaned, turning his head to the side. Smiling, Rarity inched upward and booped his snout with her muzzle before he spoke. ‘Consider me drained, Rarity. God, I’m the luckiest dragon alive. That… was perfect.’

‘No lie, you surprised me with all that, Spikey-Wikey,’ Rarity murmured, rubbing her forehead against Spike’s chin affectionately, ‘I was certain it would be a gentle, babbling brook at most, not another raging torrent. How do you do it?’

Spike chuckled and petted Rarity on the small of her back, brushed her hair back with his other claw and kissed behind her ear. ‘Guess my dragon energy wasn’t all spent,’ he said, ‘And you’re the sexiest creature on the planet. I can’t help but give you everything I’ve got every time.’

Rarity dimpled and squeaked softly in affirmation at that compliment. Spike continued combing her mane with his claw, grooming the hair growing from her neck. He squeezed Rarity a little, just enough to shift her stomach, and she burped for an entire second. ‘Aw, sick… you drank it, didn’t you?’

She giggled in embarrassment. ‘I couldn’t very well just spit that much onto the floor, could I? Besides, it keeps me nice and warm.’

Spike kissed her noggin, his drooping tongue tickling her as he did it. ‘If I wasn’t so beat, I’d suck all that seed back outta your pussy, I swear…’

‘I mean, I suppose it has been in there for a while…’ said Rarity.

Spike rubbed his snout against Rarity’s head for a few seconds, averting his gaze upwards. ‘Oh, the hell with it,’ he said after some thought.

‘With what– oooooop!’ Rarity squealed as Spike sat and suddenly lifted her up onto his chest, ‘Spikey-Wikey!’

‘I’m doing it, Rare. Prepare to be eaten!’ he growled.

‘Oh, you beast!’ she cried jokingly, as she let him flip her over. She got another eyeful of the knob she’d just slobbed as Spike put her hindquarters level with his face, and inspected her genitals. She inhaled sharply and bit her lip as he put one claw on a buttock, fingers placed slackly around her tail, and the other around her pussy, and bit harder as he fingered the outside of her labia ever-so-slightly. Her tail swished and coiled around the frills on Spike’s head as he proceeded to play with her body.

Spike marvelled up close at Rarity’s pussy. The whole thing was glistening wet and wide open, undulating as if it were breathing, the pink inner cushion of her vagina decorated on the outside by delicate but puffy purple lips set with her erect clitoris as their keystone at its usual top, currently the bottom of his view given their current positions. The ooze she’d boasted of was actually not very viscous, although a blob of pinkish-white was trickling out, a little frothy but otherwise gelatinous.

He had to taste her. He pulled her right close to his snout before sticking out his tongue, and Rarity ground her head against his pelvis as he ran the rough of it against her slit. He repositioned his claws so the thumb of each gently parted each side of her quivering pussy lips, while the rest of them tugged at the sides of the small, yielding mounds of her teats a little further up her abdomen. At first he merely licked off the creamy frosting that permeated them – this wasn’t the first time he had taken his own semen back into his body, something he took a slightly narcissistic glee from doing – but before long he felt compelled to dig deeper, his forked tongue snaking into her canal, forcing its way through the slimy, gripping inner flesh that clung and puckered onto it if he paused even a little. Rarity’s pussy was fairly deep given her overall size after years of taking the heft of Spike’s member, but his tongue was no slouch in that department either, and that long tongue eventually came to a stop as he brushed against her cervix, the fork tickling that while he brushed the rough back of his invading tongue against the underside of her clit.

As he did that Rarity’s gasping progressively became a ticklish giggle, which became a breathy, halting moan, that slowly evolved into a passionate keen. Her tail constricted against his head, her legs around the back of his neck, and her front hooves reached towards his cock and balls. She rolled her head against his lower belly harder, her hair spilling off his hips onto the bed, and he lapped the forked tip of his tongue against the opening of her womb while kissing her aching pubis. He felt her tummy contract against his upper chest, and her hips shook as he petted her breasts and began to quaff deeply of the concoction of her own pussy juices and his sperm she had been brewing these past hours. It tasted like fine wine and salmon, in his opinion.

She straight-up wailed with desire as he evacuated her most private parts of their semi-liquid payload, bringing his gorge to the fore as he had while working her horn and widening his jaw, his fangs biting into her skin ever so slightly as the roof of his mouth sucked against her clitoris, just enough bite to create a piquancy to accompany the roaring pleasure plainly electrifying Rarity’s frame. At first he extracted the cum from her vagina, which didn’t take more than a minute; before long he began to mine more deeply than that, attempting to coax some out of the cul-de-sac beyond the door with some success. He squeezed her breasts some more and, as he got in there as tightly as he could, realised his snout was pressed against the dock of her swishing tail as well as the fragrant butthole not far beneath that. It actually smelled quite nice, all things considered, for a dirty stable.

He fondled her breasts’ erected teats and slurped up more of her fluids over and over for a short while until Rarity cried out, ‘Sp, Sp, Spiiii-hh-ii-iiike, I’m, I’m going to–~~ooooh!’ Spike took that as his cue to grip her by both cutie marks, pressing her round bottom to his maw as hard as he could, ravaging her insides with the last bit of his remaining energy. It didn’t take long before Rarity came, what felt like every muscle in her lower torso clenching down on his face as she screamed, shortly and just twice, before high-pitched, almost-sobbing whining accompanied the wild pulsating that racked her entire guts. Her back arched again, this time shoving her entire backside right into Spike quite hard. He feared for his oral safety during the most intense portion of her orgasm for just a moment – first for his front fangs bearing the brunt of that, and having his tongue, still ensconced deep in there, torn off by his wife’s pussy wasn’t the sexiest thought. Rarity was grinding her head ear-first into the cushion of Spike’s lower gut for the duration, her vibrating horn neatly frotting against her husband’s quarter-mast cock – despite having just come and that somewhat concerning thought, how could he not be at least a little aroused from this?

In time her come subsided, and she dropped her full weight onto Spike as she relaxed. He held her by the waist to make sure she didn’t fall off. ‘Oh, oh, Spike, oh, ohhh, Spike, oh,’ she babbled, panting and obviously still a little dotty from that experience. He could feel her lungs inflate and deflate and her racing heart thumping against his stomach. Spike tenderly kissed her on her soft, twitching labia one final time before pushing her forward a little so he could breathe clear air again, and let her regain her senses.

He idly wiped a dribble from his lower mandible, and Rarity’s breathing returned to normal, but she didn’t move a muscle. ‘You alright, Rarity?’ Spike asked, stroking her on one side.

She meeped and wriggled out of his grasp and rolled onto the bed, then upended herself a hundred-eighty degrees before glomming herself back to his side. ‘Hold me,’ she whispered. Spike obeyed, lying on his side and hugging her with both arms, resting his claws on her lower back, as she squashed herself against his chest and stomach. She was hot and squishy all over as well as being one sweaty mare – a sure sign she’d been thoroughly satiated.

Eventually she looked up at him, right at the same time he looked down at her. Their gazes smouldered as they met, pupils dilated. ‘I love you so much, Spikey. So much.’ Rarity intoned, with feeling.

‘I love you too, Rarity,’ replied Spike with similar solemnity, ‘So much it hurts me sometimes.’

Rarity smiled and kissed Spike’s neck. ‘Such a sweet ache, isn't it… I wouldn’t trade it for anything, darling…’

Spike smiled back and ruffled Rarity’s mane, which had unsurprisingly become fairly bedraggled throughout their sex session, having already started at a disadvantage. She sighed happily, certainly not minding.

They lay like that in the dark for a little while, each enjoying the warmth and sensation of their lover.

‘You know, Spike…’ said Rarity after a few minutes. She’d had something on her mind for a while, something that it never seemed quite the right time to bring up, something definitely related to the ultimate purpose of times like this, but that their cross-species relationship and, to an extent, their careers impeded, but that thought intruded upon her mind more and more as time went by and it was getting harder to squash… it wasn’t impossible with magical assistance, this thing she feared even naming, but maybe she needed to name… being Spikey’s willing receptacle at the end of a stressful day of being fabulous without either of them needing to worry about it was wonderful fun, truly it was, but…

‘Wut…’ Spike barely enunciated. She looked up at him again and his eyes were closed, and she thought better of waking her favourite, sleeping dragon. Nevermind, it wasn’t a good idea to bring up something of such gravity now – maybe another time. ‘Oh, nothing darling. Sleep tight, I love you lots…’

‘V’you too, Rare,’ Spike muttered, and just a few seconds later his grip on her relaxed as he fell asleep. Rarity felt a sweet swell in her chest and wiggled, burrowing deeper under his arms seeking maximum comfort, making sure her horn wasn’t pointed right at him this time before closing her eyes. A few minutes later and she was back sound asleep too, and she dreamed of a new dress design for next year's summer range – a delicate, sequinned turquoise top with skirt ruffles fading into lavender across the flank, transparent crystalline faux-scales on the back and a frilly white petticoat underneath. She got to work on it as soon as was feasible the following morning; somehow, it felt significant.

Author's Note

Hi I wrote Sparity smut

I've never written MLP fanfic before but I hope you enjoy this, if you're into this kind of thing. I'm also working on a different, longer, less pornographic post-series Sparity story but I'm not ready to upload any of it yet -- I wrote this in a few days while taking a break from that project for funsies. It might end up becoming part of that project if I keep at it for a while, we'll see about that! 😅

A Quickie. Then Another

The room was burgundy with ornate white furniture, predominantly; what wasn't white had been constructed or veneered with dark oak. Largely it was home to a double guest bed for overnight visitors, alongside the bedside tables and chairs one would come to expect. Upon the red carpet there was an oval, lighter red shag rug, a touch of scarlet upon the room’s winish hue. A dressing table with a round mirror was situated across from the bed, under a narrow castle window that gave an eyeful of the full moon outside, its pale beams currently the room's only illumination.

It hadn't been used in a while, being in a remote part of Canterlot Castle as it was, and none of the castle attendants had seen to it for the past week so things were beginning to dust up, though its lack of inhabitants had even slowed that process. Cello and boombox beats could be heard faintly through the crack below the locked door to the hallway outside as the annual Grand Galloping Gala, which had been underway for the past few hours already, continued, with no intention of stopping for a few more.

Quiet at first but soon directly outside the room, two voices, one lilting and sophisticated, the other lively and deeply masculine, could be heard giggling together, and a reverberating thud against the wall immediately outside would have been heard by an observer, had they been inside the room, followed by another, itself followed up by indistinguishable muttering and sucking noises that continued for a short while. Those noises continued and seemed to become lower down until they hit the floor, and the muttering became heavy breathing, which eventually stopped following one moaned word. ‘Spike…’

Another smooching pause followed, followed by an imperative voice, clear as a bell over the kissing sounds it accompanied. ‘Ooh… oh Spike, for goodness’ sake! We can’t do it out here! Help me up so I can unlock the door, darling!’

The lower voice chuckled. ‘Sorry, Rarity. It’s just tough to keep my claws off of you… I think my impulse control’s had all it can take for the evening!’

After a quick pause, accompanied by more giggling, the door lock made a scrabbling sound for a moment. ‘Oh, I’m just a tiny bit tiddly,’ wailed the higher voice before squealing, ‘Spike, ahhhn… Spikey! Get out from under there and help me with the door!’

A few seconds more and the lock turned, and a dragon and a unicorn, well-dressed in their elegant party outfits despite their better efforts, burst into the room. Rarity, the unicorn and female of the pair, just about stayed vertical long enough to pull on the dangling lightswitch by the entrance before toppling over forward, imbalanced by the ravenous, broad-shouldered purple dragon with a half-lidded, dopey but scheming expression on his face gripping her waist and belly with both claws, his tongue sticking out of his lipstick-besmirched mouth ever-so-slightly.

The two of them clambered into the room fully, and Spike swung the door shut with one foot, almost slamming it. They lay on the floor for a few seconds as Spike continued the fondling that had commenced a little while before they’d made their way over the door’s threshold, one claw massaging her chest and stomach through her dress, the other grasping the front of her bare flank, his mouth smattering her neck and left shoulder with kisses. For her part, with a huge ear-to-ear grin on her face Rarity squirmed in his arms tittering uncontrollably, tipping her head back to facilitate the onslaught of smooches, the curve where her neck met the back of her jaw neatly nestling against Spike’s cheek.

‘Spike, Spike, let me up, would you?’ she requested as soon as the kisses slowed up. Spike obliged after a few more seconds, lifting off of Rarity, likewise lifting her upwards a little as he stood up. She bore most of her weight on her own hind legs and rose onto them, spinning around on one once at her full height and pinning Spike by both claws with her hooves against the closed door. Once he had yielded she moved in aggressively for one much bigger, deeper kiss than all his little tickly pecks combined, and they each took an erotic draught of one another. At her full height stood like this Rarity was still a little shorter than Spike – her eyes level with his mouth when he was at his – so he had to stoop a little for the duration while she stretched upwards on tiphooves.

Rarity’s front hooves let Spike’s claws go and she replaced them on his sides, and he wasted no time using them to locate then grip his wife’s sides, caressing her upper sides for a moment before sliding those claws downward to her hips, finding the approximate locations of her cutie marks beneath the upper hem of her dress ruffles and clasping them, squeezing her buttocks together. She squeaked into his tongue at the sensation and opened her eyes, detaching her mouth from her husband’s maw and looking up at him with a flushed face and dilated pupils as her own hooves found his back.

The dress Rarity had worn to the Gala was a full-body, blue-to-purple-fade dress, sleeveless with a neckline that plunged all the way down to her fuzzy lower chest, revealing a silver double necklace adorned with a single sapphire, accompanied by a collar that stuck out several inches at its apex. On its other side a series of pleated ruffles commencing on her lower back continued until they almost swept the floor, while its front opened up below the waist to reveal a golden satin underdress which was decorated with the signature burnished green-and-orange acorn-shaped sequins of the outfit’s designer, one Pistachio, the craftspony currently at the head of her Seaddle establishment.

She also wore a pair of shining ruby-red slippers on her back hooves that matched the glossy lipstick she’d also worn for the evening. On her head, the pièce-de-résistance – her mane, which she had styled in an ornate beehive, all curls and crimps held in place with several bejeweled hairpins, a lick of wavy hair sweeping down from each temple down to her cheeks, the left one mainly comprised of the tip of her grey streak, battle-damage she’d sustained some years before that she wore proudly.

Besides all that it was further enhanced by a blue fascinator pinned to the left side of her head with a black mesh, decorated with a white fuschia and two iridescent feathers – one a peacock’s, the other a raven’s. She’d lost track of how long it’d taken to get her manestyle just so, and while part of her had felt ever-so-slightly insecure regarding its resemblance to a magpie’s nest she was overall very pleased with the effect. Socialisation during the party so far seemed to bear that out, fortunately; she had received many compliments from those with a good head for such things, to her relief.

Spike wore a jacket. Specifically it was one of Rarity’s own designs, a suede waistcoat with a short hem, holes in the shoulders from which his wings protruded, and long arms of a royal purple hue not unlike the one she wore, with a darker rose pattern embossed on the shoulders and sleeves and a single pale, milk-pink six-pointed garnet pinned to the collar. He also wore a very light-silver shirt with a creamy bow tie that matched his lapel pin, and for this event in particular he’d also worn his royal advisor medallion; despite living away from Canterlot these days he was still Princess Twilight’s number one in times of crisis, and other times of lesser crises upon which she nonetheless wished for a second opinion. It rested quite comfortably on his wide chest, as did Rarity right now as she embraced him.

She raised one knee and leaned onto Spike further as she looked up at him, her blue eyes an ocean of deepest anticipation he could swear he could spiral-dive into as he returned her gaze. ‘Ooh, make love to me, darling, right now, right now! We mustn’t waste time, or they’ll notice we left!’ she sighed.

Spike said nothing, instead growling as his gaze intensified on Rarity’s warm, inviting chest. Between the giddy lust he was experiencing and the lashings of cider that had flowed during the Gala all evening he was feeling a little light-headed, but as he beheld his wife in a manner most physical he was sure vigour would prevail where a little wobble in technique failed. For a moment his claws searched her front to find a way underneath her layers, finding a way into that opening by her waist: he grabbed her underdress halfway down, rubbing his palm against her soft but toned lower tummy, just above her breasts, and a protracted gasp escaped her as he roughly jerked it upwards with one claw.

He slid downwards a bit between mare and wall and nuzzled her chest fur as his other claw cupped where her tail sprung forth through its fabric from the small of her back, holding the dock between his thumb and forefinger, caressing her backside with the rest. As he cradled her womb and squeezed lightly on her right breast like that for a few seconds she leaned into his chest and shoulder and her knee bent further, almost mounting his right leg as she closed her eyes and whined with yearning. Before long she slumped down a bit too, her hind legs failing to support her weight without Spike to lean into, as well as every bit below her diaphragm melting into thick, sweet honey at his touch.

She pulled him further down alongside herself, placing her hooves on his hips, just below the hem of his waistcoat. Spike's face still buried in her chest, she took to kissing his forehead and frills as he leaned into her, and she fell onto her back with a whoop and a sigh. Once prone, she grabbed the front of her underdress with both hooves, bared her stomach and parted her thighs wide. Spike pulled out from her chest fluff and looked down for a moment, then back into her open-mouthed, bright pink face and burning cerulean eyes. ‘Wow, you're really “raring” to go, aren't you?’ he joked, before lowering his voice and beaming. ‘I love you…’

Rarity didn't reply, but her heavy breathing and the way she reeled Spike in by pulling both hooves on his shoulders was eager confirmation that yes, she was very much ready. Spike responded first by half-laying atop her just so their stomachs pressed together, before raising his hips upwards as he pulled out his cock. With one claw he guided it for a moment, poking a teat cheekily before locating the thin but dripping slit between her legs, brushing its bulbous tip against her pussy lips and clitoris. Rarity winced and, biting her lip, put her head over Spike's left shoulder as he patted her labia with his other head, twice, before crying out as he penetrated her with just the tip.

‘Ooh! Aaah, Spike!’ she cried, her jaw slackening and her tongue gliding against the roof of her mouth as he continued – where his glans had slithered inside the rest of his veiny member soon followed, and with several small pushes her sticky vaginal walls were parted aside by his girth until he was in as far as he could get, his balls nestling almost tenderly by her taint and dock. It felt molten hot inside her, remarkable it felt that way to him given Spike's draconic heat resistance. He could feel her insides grip and throb around every inch of his steely erection, its engorged flesh fit to burst out of the skin it felt like, while the rest of her squirmed beneath him in what was plainly heightening ecstasy. It was heaven for her as much as for him for his dick to encroach so deep inside her, there was no room to doubt.

For a split-second he felt as though he should say something, a sexy compliment maybe given the burning intensity he was feeling, but he didn’t – right now there was work to be done, not that either of them were likely to last long here and now. He put four on the floor and began to pump into her, slowly to begin but deeper and more rapidly before long, the length of his penis taken in just enough that Spike could feel his urethra barely kiss against the door to Rarity's womb. As that happened she groaned and stretched, pulling him in tight as he fucked her harder and harder, crossing her ankles over the base of his tail as she panted and writhed and moaned his name into his ear frills. As Spike went in harder still, his hips colliding with hers and his belly squishing against her small, bouncy breasts over and over, he felt the softness of her coiffed tail slink and coil around his serpentine one, squeezing on it lovingly.

They copulated down on the carpet like vulgar animals for a minute or so, grunting and grinding and moaning, a far cry from the poise and elegance they had both personified during the party before they'd secretly retired to this room. While their top halves were still fully clothed, an observer would have had little left to the imagination as a fat, lumpen pink dragon dick repeatedly bored into then retracted out of a streaming, gaping unicorn pussy that just about accommodated its size, nevermind his pendulous green balls smacking against her frenulum with an increasingly wet slapping sound as more and more juice trickled down her hindquarters, dribbling down past Rarity's pretty pink anus, proudly on display and twitching visibly, rhythmically alongside Spike's thrusts. (Spike's own was just about concealed by his lowered tail, but it was spasming likewise as he expended the effort.)

As he neared his climax Spike reared from the missionary position they'd been ensconced in since beginning their act, and he moved his hands from Rarity's back to her haunches as he gripped her by her buttocks and tugged her upwards while the rest of her remained on the floor. His legs still half-bent he began to pound downward, greedily and deliberately piledriving his hot dragon meat directly down into Rarity’s upraised canal and outcurled labia that craved his cock more than ever, her fluids enough now that each push inside and out made an audible squelch. Her mane remained perfectly sculpted at the front, but the back was most likely getting badly rubbed onto the red rug that had become an impromptu pillow for her head as she wriggled and arched, making halting breathy moans and squeals that were becoming more protracted as she too approached the peak of her pleasure, having become from her neck up as pink as a certain mutual friend’s namesake and countenance. Her mouth was open wide enough that Spike could see her uvula wobble in the depths of her throat as he leaned over her and looked in her face, with narrowed eyes that threatened to roll back into his skull if he didn’t keep concentrating and an open jaw that his forked tongue dangled from by a few inches.

As he came, smoke and green embers escaped Spike’s mouth as he roared and pressed the full weight of his pubis right against Rarity’s clit, driving his cock right into her as if he meant to penetrate her cervix, gripping her hips tightly as he shoved it in as far as draconically possible, halfway getting his balls inside her, and unleashed his load. A bright blue aura manifesting around her horn she cried and panted and squirmed as sweat dripped off his brow onto her as his frantically throbbing dick squirted long and hard once, twice, thrice, more – several thick, fat waves of hot cum pumping out his prostate and testes right into her most intimate depths.

She took the first few gushes inside of her no problem, Spike’s sperm shooting into and crashing hard against the back wall of her uterus as if it sought to drown her ovaries, but after filling her to capacity over the course of a few shots the ejaculate sloppily erupted back out of her vagina with force, some spraying back onto Spike’s thundering balls and his inner thighs as the rest stained the carpet behind him pearly-white as some more, under less pressure, poured out and likewise painted her butthole and the base of her tail with more of the stuff. Magical embers glowed and popped on exit just for a moment then fizzled into nonexistence in the puddle.

After what felt a lot longer than it actually was Spike’s orgasm subsided. His knees buckled and he groaned as he withdrew his semen-drenched dick from his wife with a hearty “schlorp!” noise before he and his swaying, spent member dropped onto the floor fully, his head falling onto Rarity’s chest and one arm across her breasts, all rising and falling as the two of them gasped for breath. Spike’s thighs felt like they were on fire, and it wasn’t just the heat of the dragon semen that had spattered against them.

After she’d regained her composure Rarity put both hooves around Spike’s head and, cuddling it, kissed its crown. ‘Oh, darling… I love you, too, so much,’ she sighed, eyes closed and a drip of drool coming from one corner of her mouth, ‘I desire you so, I desire you like nothing else in the world…’

Spike looked up at her, noticing at some point during the act her fascinator had popped off, now lying at the foot of the bed. He blushed and an affectionate light glinted in his gleaming emerald eyes as he asked, ‘Aw, baby… how long were we, Rare? Is there a clock around?’

Rarity tipped her head back and stroked Spike’s head frills idly as she looked around the room, illuminated by the candelabras mounted over the bed, for the first time. She exhaled sweetly before saying, ‘Unsure, Spikey… oh, whose brilliant idea was burgundy and white? Ghastly, don’t you think?’ she paused for a second before registering, ‘Yet oddly appropriate, given how much alcohol we’ve imbibed lately… oh, there’s a bed in here. How about that, a bed in the bedroom. I was so preoccupied I honestly hadn’t noticed.’

Spike noticed a clock above the bed’s head. ‘Wait, I see one over the bed. By my estimate, that took under five minutes,’ he said, ‘Wanna get up yet?’

‘Now I’m just lying here, I suppose a hard floor’s not ideal for prolonged periods,’ said Rarity, ‘Oh, Spikey-Wikey… that truly was a magnificent display! I felt it, you know… all that boiling hot stuff sloshing into me, over and over…’ she purred and kissed him, on the snout this time before second-guessing herself and blithering, ‘Erm, eh, well, perhaps not literally boiling, thank goodness, I wouldn’t have liked that at all, but, ah, it was rather warm, you know…’

Spike rose to his feet and Rarity followed, turning over onto all four hooves – and it didn’t take long for what was left inside her to start to spill. ‘Huh, there was a lot. Don’t move, I’ll get some tissue out of the en suite,’ said Spike. He took his dick between his thumb and forefinger and swept upwards to wipe it, before taking his leave towards the other door in the room.

‘Quite right, Spikey-poo. I simply can’t go back to the party all, ah, like this!’ Rarity stood to attention and crossed her back legs to minimise the mess while she waited.

He didn’t take long – fifteen seconds later he returned with a full roll. ‘C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,’ he noticed she’d started fiddling with her mane, conscious that the back had probably become mussed while they’d been lost inside one another, ‘Need a claw with your ’do while we’re at it?’

‘If you wouldn’t mind, dear,’ Rarity sighed, ‘It’s probably all still in place, but you know how it is…’ She turned her back to Spike to better allow him to attend to both extremes of her body, before stepping forward a hoofstep and leaning against the end of the bed, resting her belly slightly higher than simple standing would facilitate. A thin spool of semen oozed out of her onto the floor as she relaxed like that.

Spike attended to the flow, ripping a few sheets off his roll and folding it neatly before moving in close on his knees and delicately wiping the affected area – the thin fur on her pubis, the thicker blue-purple pubic hair around the red-purple labia, and the inflamed inner flesh from which the sperm still streamed all needed his attention to increasing degrees. It took a few rounds of paper to stop the leak, and it would definitely need more to clear the floor of the worst besides. Rarity couldn’t help blushing and giggling and biting her lip as Spike hummed tunelessly as he lovingly cleaned her up, sure the ticklish grooming sensation on her nether regions was deliberate on his part. Nothing about this was clinical, she knew it – heck, she half-expected him to mount her from behind. She wouldn’t protest if he did.

He didn’t, but he did lightly slap a claw against her left flank when he was done. ‘Well, that’s the best I can do without really going to town,’ he said matter-of-factly, looking down at the puddle at their feet, then glancing at the white spray they’d shot towards the door, ‘We can head back if you like, but we probably should give the floor a go-over before we leave. It would be, uh, impolite to leave it like this… Twilight sends cleaners round all the rooms the day after the Gala, and, well.’

Rarity turned her head to look at the dragon behind her with wide, loving eyes, ‘Don’t forget the mane, darling… oh, you know, I know I was fussing about time, but… I suppose there’s no real rush. We can clear up the worst in a couple of minutes, but…’

‘But? But but but?’ Spike asked with a smile and a childish affectation as she trailed off.

Rarity sighed as he stood and inspected her mane – as she’d said, it just needed a little TLC, nothing serious. ‘Oh, nevermind,’ she said as Spike stroked the stray bits back into array, giving her neck and ears a caress that made her shiver, ‘Ooh… I just wanted to stay with you like this a little longer, that’s all. It’s a little bad of me, given the circumstances.’

Spike chuckled. ‘Well, that makes two of us…’ he said, ‘Besides, I know you didn’t come.’

‘Wha– what? I, ah, what do you, how, I??’

Spike carefully leaned in as Rarity stammered, trying not to interfere with her mane as he did so, and gave her neck a lingering smooch. ‘I mean I didn't take you all the way, Rarity, it’s fine. I’m not a prideful dragon, I can tell even if you don’t say it outright…’ his voice lowered to a mischievous whisper into her ear, ‘If you had, you’d’ve been too preoccupied with that to feel me come inside you. I know.’

Rarity went rigid for a moment before accepting that Spike knew her that well. ‘Oh, yes, it’s true, you’re right, dear… I mean, it was hardly unenjoyable the way we went at it, and I did get awfully close as you fucked me hard!’

‘Honestly? I got greedy, and the way you wanted a quickie ASAP… well, I suppose I’m not, eheh, completely sober, and I’m sorry I guess?’

‘I suppose my insistence on rushing things may have been a tiny bit suboptimal, there’s no need to apologise, Spikey-Wikey. I was terribly horny and you provided ample relief…’ Rarity turned around so her rump pushed against the front of the bed, catching a look at her blushing self and Spike’s backside and tail bathed in moonlight in the mirror behind him. She smiled, inhaled through her teeth and murmured, ‘Ooh, but…’

‘But what?’ asked Spike, before realising what she was looking at and craning his neck behind him, ‘Ah. Butt.’

Rarity looked back up at him, her eyes half-lidded and her face flush. ‘Hehe… dragon butt, darling,’ she said dreamily, ‘And sexy, masculine wings, and a gorgeous, long tail, and a lovely jacket made by yours truly that fits perfectly on a broad, muscular back, and, and, mmm…’

Spike returned her smile and moved in for a kiss, and Rarity grabbed both sides of his jaw with her hooves as she closed her eyes and again pulled him in for a passionate one. Spike pressed the tip of his long, forked tongue against Rarity’s as they partook of a series of sloppy, drooly smooches, and Rarity scooted backwards onto the bed entirely as Spike pushed her on, both claws on her chest. He leaned over her on his knees and they kept doing that, hooves and claws grabbing one another wherever, each needing the other’s touch as if it were a drug.

Eventually Spike retracted his mouth, his tongue lingering in her mouth a second longer. ‘Rarity… hey, is it okay if I go down on you?’ He probably knew the answer, but a gentledragon had to be certain.

Rarity was breathing heavily again, and she raised a hoof to her mouth to wipe Spike's spit from her lips as she spoke. ‘Oh, Spikey-Wikey… I’d rather take cock over tongue, to tell the truth…’ she sighed.

A crocodile smile spread across Spike’s face as he looked down at her bare heaving chest and the clothed slender belly that followed its undulations more shallowly, making a decision. He severely doubted his ability to deliver in exactly the way Rarity desired so soon after nutting hard enough that in the heat of the moment he could’ve sworn his entire left leg had exited his body, but there was another way, one that wouldn’t recreate the mess he’d just cleared off of her. ‘I don’t think I can do that, really,’ he said as he rolled off her and half-lay, half-sat on the bed next to her, ‘And even if I could, I shouldn't – but I have an idea. Sit on my lap.’

Rarity squeaked, then did as he said. She plopped her rump on his stomach lightly, her hindquarters and the dock of her tail just above his balls, and his dick rested against the dimples at the small of her back. As she wriggled around a bit to make herself comfy she said, ‘Ooh, Spikey… you’re so warm…’ looking at him and giggling as he stabilised her by holding her by both front legs.

‘Oh, that’s a dragon’s heart for you,’ murmured Spike, ‘And likewise, my precious diamond… mmm…’ He nipped at Rarity’s right shoulder affectionately as she leaned back, slinging her head over his left shoulder, and whimpered.

Spike folded his wings around Rarity, forming a sex cocoon as he positioned his claws and tail – he put one claw down the front of her dress and plumbed past its waistband, firmly clasping one of her teats, while the other held her side to keep her steady. For her part, Rarity placed each of her front hooves firmly on the bed each side of Spike.

‘So what are you – ooh! Ooh!’ Rarity interrupted herself as the midsection of Spike’s tail slithered against her outer vagina and flicked, its soft underside rubbing against and a little way into it, ‘Ooh, oh, ohohoho, oh, Spike… wahaha!’ As she laughed and shuddered she arched her back, her shoulders rolling back against him as he caressed her slit over and over with decent enough accuracy, each one before long earning a gulp and a moan as the laughter faded. The claw down her dress likewise fondled and squeezed both her breasts together, his fingers tenderly kneading the mounds as the thumb softly flicked the surrounds of the left nipple for a while before remembering to switch to the other. Rarity’s tail found a resting place alongside Spike’s inner thigh, where it twitched and flicked as he got to work.

Spike leaned his temple against the length of Rarity’s sparkling horn, taking care not to rub against her mane too much as he continued – putty in his claws she may have been but she wouldn’t thank him for carelessness in that area, especially right now – and closed his eyes as he operated on sound and touch alone. He fumbled around her boobs for a little while, eventually resting his claw on their underside, caressing them while also keeping his thumb adjacent to her clitoris, while very nearby his tail continued to masturbate her.

At this point he had moved on from frotting it against her canal’s opening, having threaded the entirety of it through from the fat part at the base of his back all the way to the arrow-point on its tip, which was lightly patting and rubbing against the opening increasingly rapidly, slyly dipping in once in a while to scrape its most sensitive part. It wasn’t hard to register a successful slip, rewarded as it was with a breathing jag or a moan on Rarity’s behalf each time. As he kept going Rarity’s pussy became wetter and wetter and it made his tail slick, the tip coated in her juices.

As he felt the thicker-than-water concoction of her vaginal lubricant with a spot of his own cum in the mix trickle down his tail’s underside, he estimated Rarity was sufficiently aroused, so he slowed for a moment to gauge her response. By now she was getting sweaty and plainly losing control, her pink, slack face starkly contrasting how courtly she looked with her elaborate clothes and mane. ‘Don’t stop, precious,’ she breathed, ‘I… I daresay I’m getting there…’

Taking that as a go-ahead signal, Spike went in for the final attack. Bending forward a little, stuffing his other claw down her front to give both of her teats equal attention, he forced his tail further into Rarity’s pussy. Its point popped in surprisingly easily, deeper than he’d expected – Rarity gasped, flinched and stretched back, one soft ear pressed against Spike’s neck, groaning through gritted teeth as the tip penetrated her by several inches, and once his initial surprise was over he probed her depths a few further. He didn’t want to hurt Rarity with the point, so he stopped for a moment and asked, his eyes still closed, ‘How does it feel, Rare? All okay down there?’

She was abject, half-liquid and so warm atop him, and it took a few seconds for her to get together enough to respond coherently. ‘Hhhhih… oh, Spikey, oh… I’m fine, it feels a bit funny but it’s fine… don’t, don’t prod me in there but, I, don’t stop either…!’

Spike chuckled and wrapped both his arms around Rarity, nuzzling her straining neck, giving her teats another loving knead and further enshrouding the two of them with his wings, enough that she was concealed entirely from the waist upwards. Then he started to thrust the back quarter-length of his tail out and into her in earnest, contemplating what she’d just said – while his penis was hard with soft frills when erect his tail was opposite to that, he supposed, relatively soft on one side with more solid frills and tough scales on the other. It was a good thing the way he’d approached was maximal to stimulating her g-spot – those frills definitely did a good job scraping against that, Rarity’s response being as it was, what with all the moaning and grinding and gasping, and the twitching of her abdomen he could feel under his forearms.

And it was a response that came to its climax a little sooner than he had expected – after a short while more Rarity came with a series of higher and higher pitched wails punctuated with bronchial-sounding breaths, pushing herself into the cushion that was Spike’s entire body as her pussy wrenched on his tail hard, Spike feeling her every contour throb and grip on it as it twisted in a futile attempt to milk him of more semen. He squeezed on her tits firmly, his thumbs pressing on her clit on each side as that occasional twitch he’d been feeling inside her belly became a seismic pulsation surging right from her epicentre, as if all the stimulation down there was being dispersed throughout her body via her stomach while she quivered and quaked in his arms.

Rarity had at first thrown herself back into Spike but as her orgasm progressed she panted hard as she slumped forward, and Spike followed, accommodating her repositioning by raising from his laid-back position to a kneel. He shifted his claws upwards a bit to keep her pulled close to him and spread his wings outwards, a triumphant gesture he liked to indulge in at times like this. Her pussy slackened its grip around his tail a little and he was once again able to move it, so he thrust it into her marehood a few more times for good measure, making sure to give her upper walls one last go. Pussy juices streamed down Rarity’s hind legs and she panted, a satisfied, gaping smile on her red face as she buried it into the bedclothes and knelt with her backside flush with Spike’s stomach, flattened on her knees like a dog for a few seconds.

After that, Rarity’s breathing returned to normal and the show was over – Spike retracted his tail from her with a smacking noise as she regained her senses, although they stayed in that position for a moment. Spike gripped Rarity, one claw covering her right flank’s cutie mark and the palm of the other tracing the curved line of her back down to the dimples just above the dock of her tail. As he opened his eyes he appreciated how soft and warm she had gotten from his tail-fucking.

‘Ohh, you were right, Spikey… I really needed that,’ Rarity purred, rearing her head and stretching her back, ‘Sometimes one doesn’t realise how tense one was until the issue is addressed.’

Spike gave Rarity one last kiss on the back of her neck, and she sighed. ‘Hey, I know you worry about events like these, what can I say?’ he said, before straightening up.

Rarity sobered up in response. ‘I have been perfectly calm and collected this entire evening, before a certain, ah, bewitching dragon plied me with drinks then had his dreadfully naughty way with me,’ she said a little huffily, as she flipped over onto her bottom and slid off the bed. Spike sat over the side and looked at her with a smug smile on his face, and with a blush she conceded, ‘Although I must confess, I needed a little inner refreshment as time wore on, a function the cider only partially succeeded upon.’

She circled around a couple of times to check her outfit, which she found had inevitably become a little crumpled but not too much. ‘My mane? How’s my mane, darling,’ she half-asked.

Spike hopped off the bed and checked. ‘Nocreature will notice what we’ve been up to, babe,’ he assured her, grabbing the toilet roll that had fallen off the bed onto the carpet, ‘But we’d better wipe off again – my tail’s soaked and you definitely are too, down there. Not to mention the floor, still, somecreature’s gonna slip in that… man, I guess it’d been a few days, huh.’

As Spike talked Rarity faced him and motioned for him to bend down to her level, and as he did she straightened his bow tie and medallion which had both become crooked these past minutes, alongside his collar before kissing him on the chin. ‘There we go, my love. I suppose between your summit at Griffonstone and my business in Seaddle this past week, nevermind preparations for the Gala meant we were a bit pent up, weren’t we? Well, no matter, we’ve addressed the issue now. Now, pass me the roll. I can clean myself up this time, I think; then it’s back to the party with both of us.’

They got to work cleaning the room and themselves up, which took a moment. The floor was the worst of it and really needed a scrub they couldn’t take care of with tissue alone, but so long as it wasn’t pearly-clear what the substance was nopony was going to need to get up-close and personal with it – Spike knew the castle staff had shampoo-steamers for cleaning stains off the carpets.

Spike looked in the mirror and realised he had one more bit of clean-up to attend – the smattering of ruby-red lipstick kisses on his right cheek, jaw and neck had to go. As he made that happen he took this quiet moment to earwig upon the party's music, which had honestly vanished from his perception this past ten minutes or so (was it that long, or longer? He’d lost track after they’d done it on the floor), finding the dubstep beats from which they'd taken their leave had subsided, replaced with a low, romantic strings and piano refrain. ‘I think they’re slow-dancing down there. I’d love to join in, with you…’

As Spike spoke Rarity wiped the final juicy trickle off her belly and magically slam-dunked the crumpled tissue into the wastebasket by the mirror with the rest. She located her fascinator and spent a few seconds looking in the mirror, dusting it off and reaffixing it to her mane before responding with a sweet giggle and an adoring look towards her husband. ‘That sounds perfectly lovely… I wouldn't have it any other way, darling. If you’re ready to go, so am I.’

She raised a hoof to Spike, and he took it into both claws graciously. ‘After you, Mrs. The Dragon,’ he said, bowing his head. Rarity laughed, led him to the door and swung it open, and they both departed as suddenly as they had entered, although they did switch off the lights and the lock did click shut before they trotted back down the hallway to rejoin the party, leaving the room empty, if slightly soiled, once again.

If it had had feelings, the room would have felt rather used, not altogether unhappy about it after so long, though faintly insulted by Rarity’s critique of its decor and definitely in need of a more thorough cleansing. Instead it simply lay silent, bathed in the moonlight.

Early the following morning a young, moss-grey pegasus chambermaid did indeed attend to the room with the appropriate machinery. Partway through cleaning the room she caught a heady whiff from the basket where its previous night’s brief occupants had discarded the tissues used to clean their combined intimate fluids, and found the sex pheromones still streaming from them terribly arousing. With a beet-red face she locked the door and hazarded a surreptitious few minutes’ hoof-off on the bed, culminating in a hearty projectile squirt upon climax, the only one of her life. She wasn’t one to normally do such things, especially on the job, and she never spoke of it to anycreature.

Author's Note

I did it again! Wow! I made them have sex, again, what an accomplishment it is 🎆🎊🎆

I've decided to turn what was previously a one-and-done sex story into a depository for future tales of the same type. Hopefully it's not against site rules to leave this archive tagged as "complete", but since each chapter is a complete work and I'm not super-committed to these (of course the first one got 800+ views while my other, non-pornographic work languishes, but that's just life) I'm leaving it that way. Keep an eye on this if you're interested in more, I'll probably deliver sometime

Warmed Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Author's Note

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

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

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

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

A Brave and Glorious Afternoon, Pt.2

‘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

A Brave and Glorious Afternoon, Pt.1

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 :raritywink: