A Marshmallow Pony with Cream Filling
Rarity came to slowly, groggily. She didn't remember opening her eyes. Instead, her surroundings starting as mere splotches of color. She went to go raise one delicate hoof to her eyes-
Her hoof didn't move. She began to panic, trying to move any part of herself, mentally thrashing and gnashing her teeth and fighting in a most un-lady-like fashion... and yet, not a single part of her moved. Rarity wailed dramatically- or she would have, had it not been for the fact that her mouth didn't respond, either. She felt like crying, but she was denied even that tiny bit of release! Oh, Celestia, what was happening to her? She looked around desperately- at least she still retained that bit of freedom! Her sight slid slowly into focus, and she realized where she was. Somehow, she was in Spike's bedroom. She felt a wave of relief- whatever was happening, she knew her little Spikey Wikey would save her! Or, at the very least, eventually she'd be found by Twilight, and she'd fix whatever horrible thing had happened to her. Rarity resolved to regain her composure. Things would be fine.
In fact, just that moment, she heard the tell-tale soft padding of Spike's feet. Thank goodness, this whole nonsense would be over soon and she would find whomever caused her this indignity and teach them a very stern lesson. Spike entered his room a moment later. He'd been slowly growing over the last decade, and while he wasn't making any real progress towards being an adult dragon, he had definitely changed from the baby dragon he'd been when Twilight had first come to Ponyville. He was, to Rarity, endearingly gangly and lanky with the growing pains of youth. She'd been so glad that it seemed like he'd finally moved on from his little crush on her. Of course she knew about his little crush- who in Ponyville didn't? She hadn't had the heart to tell him no outright and crush his little heart- a gem more precious than any other she'd ever laid her refined eyes on. She secretly, deep down (though she'd never admit it) missed that attention, a little. She was getting on in years, after all. She wasn't yet blessed with the immortality of alicorns (something that Twilight had been researching for years), and she worried every day that she was showing her age more and more. It wasn't that she was old, of course she wasn't old, it was just that she was beginning to gain the... the... the distinguished elegance of age! And hadn't received as much attention from suitors lately as she'd like.
She was shaken from her thoughts when Spike spotted her. Oh, thank Celestia! Soon this whole nonsense would be behind her. He strode over to her, wrapping his claws gently around her. She felt a sudden swooping moment of dread as she was lifted effortlessly. She hadn't realized until now that she was much, much smaller than her usual self. She was like a doll, or a stuffed animal. Spike's hands were so large around her- a single one wrapped completely around her tiny waist. Whoever had turned her into a doll had a meticulous attention to detail! She was perfectly replicated in miniature, except that her flesh compressed harmlessly much further than it could naturally. Spike's smile was enormous. "Holy Moly, I can't believe she followed through!"
Rarity's ears would have perked up if they weren't immobile. She? Who was she? Well, whoever she was, she was going to make them pay when she was out of here. But, more pressingly, did that mean that Spike was also part of the reason she was in this situation? Oh, she was going to have a talk with Twilight when this was over. Spike gently, reverently brushed his claws through Rarity's soft mane. "Oh, wow, it feels just like her!" He giggled nervously. "I mean, I guess it is her, so..."
What?! Rarity was furious. He'd conscripted some unknown pony to do something to her that lead to her being unable to move, to protest, to do anything, for what purpose? To be able to grope her? To pet her? To kiss her? Really, she was very disappointed in him. She had been certain that he'd moved on from this silly crush of his- he'd been spending so much time with Sweetie Belle after all! He brought his face closer to her own tiny one. He was blushing, obviously nervous. "I wonder if she's awake in there? Oh Celestia, I hope not. If you are, Rarity, I'm sorry, but I just couldn't stand it any more!" He smashed his lips against the surface of her plush, velvety mouth. His mouth was extremely warm, and he smelled vaguely ashy. It wasn't unpleasant but he was using far too much tongue to be gentlemanly and, on that note, it was very untoward of him to do this to her at all! She huffed internally. She was forced to suffer the clumsy fumblings of a young drake that had very little experience. After a few uncomfortably (to her) and blissful (to him) moments, Spike finally broke the kiss, gasping.
"That was... wow..." Rarity was stuck somewhere between feeling flattered and wanting to roll her eyes at his obliviousness. She hoped that was all he wanted, and that perhaps he'd be done with her now and she could figure out a way out of this situation. Suddenly, Spike flopped onto his bed, placing Rarity gently on his belly. "I'm just gonna hope you're not awake, Rarity. She said you wouldn't remember any of this..." Without any fanfare, she was flipped around so that her plot was directly in front of his face. The scandal! The utter vulgarity! This was really too much! She felt him lift her tail, but she barely had enough time to be enraged about that before his mouth was on her- and his tongue was- inside her? Whoever had helped Spike in this had really replicated her down to the very last detail. She wished she could scream, could writhe, could squirm, could do anything but try to resist the beginning flickers of pleasure. While he had used far too much tongue when kissing, he used just the right amount now. His long, thin, flickering tongue wriggled around inside her in a way that she'd never felt before, and she was surprised to feel herself growing wet from more than his saliva. It seemed she retained some bodily responses. Celestia save her.
She could only brace herself and try very hard not to cum. His tongue was deep inside her- far, far deeper inside her than would have been anatomically possible in normal circumstances! She could actually feel the very end of his tongue somewhere in the middle of where her stomach would be. It flicked maddeningly inside of her. Oh, Celestia, she didn't want to cum like this! Sure, she'd read romance novels where the beautiful heroine would be ravished by the hunky hero, but that was fantasy! It wasn't like she really wanted someone to use her like a toy, doing whatever they pleased with her, forcing her to feel however much pleasure they wanted-
Rarity came. Hard. She could feel her velvety insides twist and squeeze and tremble around Spike's devilish dragon tongue. She came again when he withdrew his tongue only to flick and slither it over the tiny replica of her clit. Well, perhaps he wasn't too much of a brute...
It was then that she saw them. In front of her, across the long expanse of his torso were Spike's two cocks. Two. Two of them. Oh, Celestia. They were huge- she wasn't certain if that was a trick of perspective or if it was just that Spike was a dragon. They had bumps, ridges and ripples along their tapering lengths, and they sat one above the other. They were obscenely pink, clashing against Spike's green belly scales and offended Rarity's honed fashion instincts. Each one pulsed in time to his heartbeat, and every so often a thick pearly glob of precum dripped slowly from the very tips of those tapered monsters. There was no way she was going to be able to take even one of Spike's spikes.
She was shocked again into pleasure when she felt his wicked tongue again- not in her pussy this time, however. They'd copied her ponut. No! No! Absolutely not, Rarity thought. That was disgusting! Filthy! Unclean! Uncivilized! She couldn't believe her little Spikey Wikey was driving his tongue deep into her plot, and, more importantly, she couldn't believe that she liked it. His tongue tickled her deepest depths, and she came again, her ponut clenching around his tongue, her pussy clenching on nothing. She was ashamed, and delighted. She was euphoric and disgusted. She was humiliated and the horniest she'd ever been in her entire life, worse than any heat she'd ever had.
Finally, he withdrew his wicked tongue from her, and she was left to recover, still twitching in both holes. She'd forgotten, somehow, about his two huge cocks. He flipped her around and slowly brought her holes to his tips. There was no way she was going to survive this. There was no way even one of them would fit inside of her. "I love you, Rarity," Spike moaned, teasing the tips of his hemipenes with her dripping, loosened holes. And then he hilted inside of her with one smooth, strong thrust.
Rarity was sure she had died, for a moment- she could feel her soft body stretching obscenely around the two pillars inside of her. She was so, so full. Impossibly full. She looked down and could see nothing but the smooth white stretch of her own body, and Spike's claws holding her firmly but gently around the middle. She could, distantly, feel the frenzied twitching of her ass and pussy, but that was drowned out by the impossible, terrifying pleasure. He began to pump her up and down his shafts, groaning and letting out little flickers of green flame. His heartbeat throbbed inside of her and every time he slammed her down to the base of his cocks she could feel the thick globs of precum erupt from him.
The room was filled with Spike's pleasured grunts and the soft slapping of flesh against velvet. He pumped her faster and faster, harder and harder. He growled, low in his throat, and a primal thrill of a prey animal in the presence of an apex predator made Rarity come for the upteenth time. She'd lost track. She almost couldn't remember why she'd been so angry. She'd been cumming nonstop for what seemed like hours. Suddenly, Spike flipped over, and pressed her against the bed, rutting her properly. He'd been merely masturbating with her body before, but this was a proper fucking. He slammed into her over and over, desperately humping himself as far into her as he could each time. She could have wept with bliss as his two monstrous cocks stirred her up, hitting those secret places deep inside that were almost painful in their pleasure. Her clit rubbed up against his soft, slippery belly scales on each thrust, and she felt humiliated as she squirted, covering him in her juices.
That was the final tipping point for Spike. With a long, drawn out moan of "Rarity!", Spike flooded her. She felt each spurt of cum travel up his huge cocks, stretching her even further with each pulse of thick cum inside her. He kept cumming, and cumming, and cumming, and she felt her belly stretch and bulge with the amount of it.
Rarity passed out.
Author's Note
Thank you for reading! If you liked it, please leave a comment! Who do you think helped Spike? Will Rarity return to normal? What do you think?
