Downward Dragon

by Buster Knutt

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Spike, Rarity, Sex, Alternate Universe, Anthro
Length: 6227

Rarity invites Spike to a relaxing yoga session to show him how to blow off steam and get in shape, but after laying eyes on Spike in his yoga gear, Rarity feels more than just a need to blow off steam...

Rarity invites Spike to a relaxing yoga session to show him how to blow off steam and get in shape, but after laying eyes on Spike in his yoga gear, Rarity feels more than just a need to blow off steam...

An anonymous commission.

Kinks: futa x male, big ol' mare dick, hot-dogging, excessive cum, cum inflation.

Art by Suirano

Published 2015-06-06 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-02-07 00:50:01 UTC

Back Into My Pelvis...

"You're sure I'm not just going to snap myself in half?" Spike asked, resting his elbows on the cafe table as he looked over at Rarity.

"Only if we attempt something stupid before you've even warmed up," Rarity said with a quiet chuckle. "No, Spike, I'm not going to have you attempting to fit your head between your legs when standing up for your first session. This is going to be something nice, gentle, and easy, just to see if you enjoy it."

"I have considered yoga before once or twice," he said, ambiently tapping the side of his jaw with a claw as he looked at the goings-on of the cafe. "Never got around to it, though."

"How come?" Rarity asked, cocking her head slightly as she spoke.

"I didn't want it to... right, d'you know when you tell yourself you're gonna do something, so you go out and buy every peripheral and piece of equipment you need to do it, have one session of whatever it is-"

"-and then never touch it again?" she finished after a sip of her coffee, crossing a thick thigh over the other as she leaned back with a knowing smirk.

"Yes, exactly that. I didn't wanna buy exercise gear or training mats or anything like that in case I hated it or got bored after the first time," Spike nodded.

"Well, it looks like you're in luck, as I'm about to stay true to my Element and give you this lovely proposition," she began, raising a well-manicured finger as she spoke. "We're going to have a free session, just you and I, tomorrow in the studio of the Boutique. I'll let you borrow some yoga gear from myself, and we'll have a nice, low-intensity workout where I show you the ropes and the rolls, so to speak, so you can get accustomed to everything."

Spike nodded along as she explained the plan.

"Then, once we've wrapped up the session, you can tell me whether or not you enjoyed it, and if you did, we can start scheduling regular, weekly sessions with each other," Rarity concluded. "And if not, then you haven't lost a coin on it. Does that sound fair?"

"I, mean, I guess I can do that," Spike nodded, the elongated green spines that mimicked hair on the dragon shaking as he did so. "But, uh... is your stuff gonna fit me?"

"Spike, sweetie, don't take this the wrong way, but..." Rarity smirked, again sipping a mouthful of coffee. "We're a similar size... in more ways than one."

Spike's eyes glanced down to his wide frame and noted the rather thick rear he was sitting on, with a pink blush touching his cheeks before he awkwardly cleared his throat.

"S-So, what time did you have in mind?" he asked, eager to change the subject.

"I'm not planning to drag you out at the crack of dawn, so I'll say... about one in the afternoon," she answered with a curt, estimating wave of her hand. "Gives you time to wake yourself up properly and eat before exercising."

"Alright... yeah, I think I can manage that!" Spike exclaimed with a confirming quick nod and a wide grin.

"Then it's settled," Rarity smiled, beautiful and kind. "Come see me at the Boutique tomorrow, and we'll get to some yoga."

"Alright!" Spike beamed. "I'll see you then!"

"I don't know about this, Rarity," Spike sighed from inside the changing, awkward apprehension coating his voice. "It's a bit... tight."

"Oh, don't worry about it, dearie," she said in a calming tone. "It's just going to be you and I in here, so there's no need to feel embarrassed about anything."

"A-Alright," Spike sighed, pulling back the curtain and walking out into the studio.

Rarity's eyes fell onto the soft-scaled drake, noticing immediately where the apprehension was coming from. She allowed him to borrow one of her older yoga outfits, a cute pink number consisting of the tight pants and a rather revealing little top. The outfit was tight, almost like a second skin for those with the body to fill it out. And boy did he have the body.

His boyish, narrow chest was gripped and grasped tightly by the lycra material, every movement of his muscle visible through the soft fabric. His midriff was exposed, showing off his slender waist and lightly toned abdomen, rippling and flexing as he moved and walked. When she saw his bottom half, though, her eyes locked on and refused to wander. His hips were wide, clearly something he inherited from a very broad mother, with the size, shape, and structure to make most mares jealous. Rarity felt a pang of lust in her chest, the feeling travelling down from her sternum, to her stomach, and then deep into the reaches of her...

She briefly shook her head, attempting to throw out all lustful desires that might result in an accidental reveal of something she'd rather not show off to her friend. In her own tight, jet-black leggings, any arousal would become quickly visible due to the tucked-away little friend between her legs she was determined to keep tucked away and little. With a short breath and a quiet cough, attempting to regain her composure, Rarity spoke in a clear, calm voice.

"Shall we get underway?" she asked, gesturing with a soft hand to the yoga mats and stereo set up across the empty studio.

"R-Right," he nodded quietly, heading over to the pre-arranged area.

Rarity tried her hardest, she truly did, not to gaze at his backside as he walked, but she just didn't have the strength. She couldn't keep her eyes off his gait, watching his wide hips swing as his enormous, enormous backside swayed with each step of his thick, powerful thighs. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched, biting down hard on her bottom lip as she found herself unable to shake the desire to reach out and slap him on his well-endowed ass. The jiggle would be legendary, she'd probably lose her hand, she'd end up pulling those bottoms off and burying her face into-

She shook her head again, more violently than before, as she felt a single, powerful throb between her loins. The pressure of her little friend getting slightly larger against the inside of her thigh sent a wave of embarrassment through the entirety of her system. She was about to slap herself across the maw to rid such vile thoughts from her mind before Spike came to a stop, turning around and casting a glance over his shoulder.

"Rarity?" he asked in a soft, sweet voice. "What are you staring at?"

Her eyes bolted back up to Spike's, seeing the confused expression on his face before she gave a quick response.

"Nothing. I thought for a second that the reason I'd stopped using those is because they'd torn on the backside the last time I used them," she explained, keeping her voice as neutral and her excuse as believable as possible. "I was checking to see if there were any tears on them that I might've forgotten about, but it looks like I was wrong."

She gave a gentle smile as she joined her hands at her waist, Spike visibly processing the reply for a short moment before nodding, buying the excuse... for the most part.

"If they were torn... why would you keep them and fold them up in your closet?" he asked suspiciously.

Rarity wished he would just drop the subject, but the question needed and answer.

"I do a thousand things with a thousand different fabrics every day, Spike," she said with a wave of her hand. "The amount of times I throw something to the side with a mental note of what to do with it and come back to it later having completely forgotten what that note was is probably at a number I can't even count to at this point. I probably tore them, tossed them aside to bin later, forgot, and then came back later just to put them away."

"But you just said you didn't tear them and remembered that wrong?" he pressed.

"Exactly my point, darling," Rarity chuckled, crossing her arms over her plentiful chest. "I'm lucky I even remember which way to wear my dresses anymore. Now, enough with me being terrible at my job. Are you ready to get started?"

"Alright," Spike nodded, turning around with his hands on his hips. "Where do we begin?"

"The most important part to easing yourself into exercise is warming up," Rarity said, rolling her shoulders as she spoke. "I'm gonna run you through a few basic stretches you can do to get the muscles we're gonna use right and ready to go, so you don't tear something when we start going for poses."

"Right... I've seen Shining Armour do a few training exercises before, so I know some warm-ups," Spike nodded.

"Then let's get started," Rarity nodded, beginning to roll her hips to stretch her muscles.

She tried to keep herself focused and away from peeking. Really, she knew she was pushing a limit, both with herself and with Spike, she was being insanely disrespectful, and outright predatory in certain places. Spike was clearly feeling vulnerable in the outfit, and here she was, gawking and him and licking her chops like a wolf about to devour a starving dear.

But...

He was just so beautiful. She couldn't stop herself. Spike had started with his legs, doing nothing more than trying to touch his toes in a standing position and he had decided to do this while showing off his massive rear. Rarity bit down on her bottom lip once again, eyes locked onto the pink-clad booty of one of her dearest friends. She watched the weight of his ass get thrown around, stretched, and jiggling as he exerted himself and struggled to properly reach his goal.

Rarity was about ready to start drooling at this point, again envisioning fantasies of her burying her face into his backside, running her tongue over his tight, puckered ass, and burying her thick, throbbing shaft as deep into him as it would go. The thoughts were boiling hot, the fantasy so vivid she could almost feel it, like his fat, tight ass was wrapped around her shaft-

Her fantasies had run away with her and the only thing that dragged her attention back, and Spike's attention forward, once again was the sound of shredding fabric as Rarity's little friend became too big to contain anymore. The seams in the leg of her yoga pants had shredded, her erection to large for even the flexible fabric to stay strong against. The touch of colder air against erect flesh made Rarity gasp, almost as loud as the shocked inhale from Spike as he shot up, cheeks blushing bright pink and eyes as wide as dinner plates. Rarity whipped around, her small hands feebly attempting to cover her throbbing erection as embarrassment consumed her entire physical being.

"Gods Above, Spike, I am so sorry!" she exclaimed, almost shrieked, in a humiliated tone.

She crouched, she ducked down, she curled over, she tried ever single physical thing she could to hide her purple cock from the stunned drake, willing and pleading mentally for it to go down from its monstrous size.

"Did... did you get that because of... me?" Spike asked in a low, quiet tone.

"I... I'm sorry, Spike... I..." Rarity began, unsure of where to even start. "I shouldn't have been looking at you... or thinking about you like I did... this was completely out of line for me..."

"You were thinking about... having sex with me?" Spike's clear, curious tone rang out.

"I'm sorry," Rarity whined once again.

She covered her face with her hands, looking as if she was about to cry, before Spike's gentle touch laid itself on her shoulder. She looked over at him, seeing the small drake's wide, if slightly nervous, smile spread across his lips.

"Can... can I see it?" he asked, a pang of apprehension in his voice.

"Why do you want to..." Rarity began, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Well... it's a little embarrassing to say, but, um... I like... I'm into..." the drake began, trailing off and finding no way to properly word this in a polite and respectable manner, so with a deep breath and an iron will, he spat it all out for her. "I like cock. I haven't told anyone about it yet, though. Not Twilight, or Celestia, or... or anyone."

"Spike..." Rarity said in a soft tone as she got to her feet once again, her hands still trying and failing to cover her erection.

"I've screwed around with toys, and fantasies, and books, and everything like that... and I've been really eager to try it, y'know... for real... with someone," he explained, heart thundering so hard in his chest that he wouldn't be surprised if it was audible. "So if... if you're into me like that... would you mind if I... would you let me try it out with you?"

Rarity was almost at a loss for words, sure that this would be nothing more than a blight on their relationship that had somehow turned around into a much more... intimate and trusting occasion than she'd ever have expected it to. She didn't respond verbally, instead nodding gently and slowly removing her hands from her length, her semi-erect cock hitting just below her knees as the drake stared down lustfully at it.

"W-Wow..." he gulped. "That's... a big one."

"T-Thank you," Rarity nodded, gently stroking herself back to her full, titanic size as the drake's eyes widened in shock.

"It gets even bigger?" he gasped.

"Yes... I'm quite proud of it, if I'm honest," Rarity said, a gentle, almost proud smirk on her plump lips.

"Can I..." he began, biting down on his lip as he fidgeted with his clothing. "Can I suck it?"

Rarity's eyes widened in shock, surprised at how eager the draconic femboy was to get to the intimacy with her.

"I'm sorry if this is too much too soon, but... in all the illustrations and... the stories I've read, they, uh... the cocks, that is... they throb. Like... a lot," he explained, cheeks again burning with embarrassment. "And I've always wanted to know what that felt like... in my mouth..."

Rarity nodded firmly, shaking her head briefly before clearing her throat and returning to a much more composed and in-charge demeanour.

"Yes, if that's something you're interested in, I'd be glad to help you satisfy your curiosity," she nodded, gently raising her cock up to Spike as if she were gesturing for him to service her. "I'll only ask you to not pressure yourself, nor to attempt something that may injure you."

"Wow," Spike said with a coy smirk. "You sure changed your tune."

"Yes, well, I've not been, nor have I played the role, of a floundering virgin for many a year, my dear," Rarity stated with confidence and experience. "I've had many a different partner with many a different skill level, and while they all leave satisfied, I also do my utmost to make sure they're kept safe, so to speak, when engaging with a mare of my size. While I have no issue indulging your desires, I will step in to stop you should my size pose a risk to you. Is that understood?"

"Y-Yeah, definitely," Spike nodded, clearly aroused at the sudden change into a more commanding role from Rarity.

"Good. We'll take this over to the mat to avoid bruising your knees," Rarity announced, gently taking Spike's soft hand and guiding him over to the soft, blue matt lining the floor.

Spike was quickly and skilfully guided down onto the floor, the blushing femboy's lips twitching this an excited smile as his face was mere inches from what he'd been craving for such a long time.

"Whenever you're ready, sweetie," Rarity whispered in a patient tone, gently and affectionately petting Spike's head.

The drake nodded slowly, gingerly reaching out and touching the enormous shaft before him. His hands touched her flesh, the warmth coursing through his fingers in a way that surprised him. Rarity's jaw tightened at the contact, her heart beating harder than before as the briefest touch of her sensitive cock send waves of pleasure rolling through her. She watched him explore her length, his fingers gently running down thick veins, thumb sliding along the underside, and even an entire hand being used to cup and fondle one of her testicles.

Not wanting to interrupt the boy's exploration, she kept her mouth shut and allowed him his time, despite the need to pick up the pace burning in her loins. She'd keep her cool and let him do what he wanted, and eventually it would lead to the finish she desired. Her ears twitched upon hearing the wet sound of Spike's jaws parting. She shivered slightly as she felt his hot breath touch her shaft mere moments before his lips curled around the thick tip of her cock.

Her head lolled back and a low, desperate groan escaped from her lungs. Spike looked up at her with a faint smirk, before his eyes returned to her purple, pulsing prick. His lips tightened around her shaft, and he sucked once, the sensation on her cockflesh like a bolt of lightning running through to the base of her dick. She gritted her teeth once again, her hand affectionately petting Spike as he continued to take more and more.

His curiosity seemed to be as high as his natural talent at this point, as inch after inch of Rarity's battering ram of a cock disappeared into the eager boy's mouth. Her bitch-breaker was nothing to sneeze at, being long and thick enough to cause even the most experienced mares and stallions to struggle adapting to it... and yet here Spike was, swallowing it down without so much as a hint of difficulty.

She groaned again, louder and much more guttural as the warm, wet confines of Spike's beautiful throat wrapped around more and more of her colossal cock. She widened her stance ever-so-slightly, both hands now planted on the back of Spike's head with a bit more of a forceful grip than a simple stroke. Whether through instinct or uncontrolled desire, she began to buck her hips forward, forcing the last few inches of her throbbing prick into Spike's waiting maw.

She was surprised she wasn't in the drake's stomach with how much of her size was in him, and she was surprised she hadn't cum immediately based on how good it felt to have him swallow her so deep down. Her thrusts were gentle and slow for now, simply sizing up Spike's gullet and allowing the drake to get a feel for her enormous length. His hands were soon down on his lap, resting gently on his thick thighs as he allowed Rarity to take complete control.

His eyes fluttered and his cheeks flushed pink once again, the sensation of having his throat stretched so beautifully by Rarity's gorgeous cock mixed with the thick, musky aroma of it seemed to be almost too much for the eager little boy. Drool began to pour out from the corners of his mouth as Rarity slid herself in and out, thick spit pouring down onto Spike's legs.

She shivered again, feeling the tension building and knotting in her stomach and, more noticeably, in her balls. Her thick nuts were already swollen, filling up with pressure and desire as she got closer and closer to blowing a fat load into his belly. She'd need to be careful, the rational part of her mind said. She came like a fire hydrant, she knew this, and so did anyone else who'd been on the receiving end of her batter.

She removed a hand from Spike's head, placing it on her own wide hips as she began to buck forward a little bit faster. She needed to be careful, she repeated to herself.

She needed to be careful to not fill him with cum...

She needed to be careful to fill him with cum...

She needed to fill him with cum.

Her rational mind had seemingly drained out of her ears at this point, both hands grasping Spike's head as her hips went into overdrive, thunderous and powerful, as they slammed her goliath cock in and out of him. She barely even bothered pulling out to the medial ring before slamming it back into his gullet. Drool poured from her own mouth, spilling onto her enormous bust, eyes almost glazed over as the pressure in her huge balls continued to build, and build, and build until...

Pop.

Then, she could stand it no longer. With one, final mighty heave of her hips, she hilted her cock in his maw and blew a fat, heaving load as deep into him as it would go. Rarity moaned, almost screamed, in pleasure as she emptied herself into her femme friend, the moan almost as loud as the one that tore from Spike's muffled mouth as he tasted her cum. A wet patch appeared on Spike's own yoga pants, the excitement of the situation seemingly having brought him to orgasm, as moments later small spurts of white fluid were jetting out between his legs.

Rarity could hear her cum sloshing and slopping around inside Spike, stretching his tiny belly outwards as the load became too much. With each rope of cum she fired, her mind returned to itself... her rationale and intelligence storming back in and telling her to cease what she was doing immediately.

She tore herself out of Spike's mouth, trying desperately to not drown the poor boy, and yet still groaning as she blasted the rest of her load out onto his face. The drake dropped onto his hands and knees, coughing and spluttering as he struggled to fill his lungs once again after such a long time without air. Rarity clapped her hands to her head, alarm blazing through her, as she dropped onto her hands and knees, desperately checking to see if Spike was okay.

"Are you-" she began in a panicked voice, only for Spike to raise a small, soft hand and give her a smile, before immediately bursting into a coughing fit again.

She waited with a guilt-stricken expression, knowing full-well she'd lost herself and gone far too overboard this time, especially with someone who had no experience in this kind of thing. She cringed at the fact she hadn't even warned the poor thing, nor had she let him get a last breath before he finished.

"That... that was amazing..." Spike coughed out.

Shock shot through her system once again, ears twitching and eyes widening in disbelief as she heard the words from his mouth.

"Are... are you serious?" she asked. "I could've seriously hurt you."

"I know... and I loved it," he said, another blush touching his cheeks as he finally got all the air back into his lungs that he needed, dropping onto his haunches and panting as he looked at his marshmallow compatriot.

"Are you really alright?" she asked, reaching out and gently touching the inside of his thigh. "You're not just saying that?"

"No, no, really... I'm better than alright," Spike said, reaching down and touching his now-pudgy stomach, feeling the warm, heavy meal of cum Rarity had fed him resting inside him. "That was amazing."

"Well," she began, clearing her throat and stroking a few loose strands of her mane out of her face. "I'm still extremely sorry for not being professional there. I should've kept myself in check much better than that, and I apologise for it, sweetie. If you're okay and... satisfied... do you wish to continue with the yoga session, or are you wanting to call it off for today?"

"Rarity..." Spike said, his own nubile fingers reaching out and caressing her still-wet cock. "I want more... more of you."

She blinked in surprise, her nose wrinkling slightly, before cocking her head.

"Do you want to suck it again?" she asked.

"N-No... I want..." Spike mumbled, eyes downcast at the floor before his bravery swelled, forcing him to look her in the eyes and make his proclamation. "I want to go all the way with you today."

Rarity felt another pang of shock go through her, amazed at how far Spike was willing to take this... but there was no apprehension in her this time around. She nodded slowly, understanding sweeping through her as she looked at the drake's shivering, nervous, and excited body.

"Well... we're both adults, at the end of the day," Rarity nodded. "So what's a little consensual anal pounding between friends, eh?"

Spike nodded with a smile and a chuckle, gently drumming his thighs as he looked around for a brief moment.

"So... how d'you wanna do this?" he asked.

"Strip off properly and throw those in a corner," Rarity said, pointing at Spike's clothing. "Then I'm going to ask you to get on your hand and knees so I can get you ready."

"Ready?" Spike asked, cocking a scaled eyebrow.

Rarity didn't answer at first, instead using her magic to strip entirely out of her clothing and allowing everything to hang free before using another spell to conjure up a bottle of oil, clearly for lubricant.

"There's a lot of me that's going to be going into a small amount of you," she said with a smug chuckle, uncapping the bottle and pouring a long, unbroken line of oil onto her cock before beginning to rub it in. "I need to make sure it does that as easily as possible."

"Right, okay, got it," Spike nodded eagerly, stripping out of his clothing and getting in position on the mat.

Rarity walked over to him, her hand ambiently rubbing the oil into her cockflesh until the coat was even and glistening. Wasting no time, she applied a large coating of oil to Spike's ass, drawing numerous lines and circles on every inch of his enormous, soft-scaled rear.

"That's a good bit of oil," he commented as he looked back over his shoulder.

"For a good bit of ass," Rarity smirked, gently slapping his across his cheek, splattering the oil and making it jiggle, with a pleasured yelp from Spike.

Wanting to waste no time with the intimacy, Rarity set both hands to work on his mountainous ass, sinking her hands into his booty and spreading the oil as far and as evenly as possible. Once a nice, thick coat was spread across his cheeks, Rarity smirked cheekily, gripping her cock at the base and sliding it into the crack of Spike's ass.

"Spike, sweetie... d'you mind if I warm myself up a little bit here?" she asked, bucking her hips forward as to slide her cock through his canyon-deep ass-cheeks.

"Mnf, no... that feels... great, actually," Spike nodded, biting down on his bottom lip as he felt Rarity's hot, throbbing cock slide over his tight asshole.

She used her hands to gather up more of his ass, squeezing his thick cheeks over her cock and swallowing it completely. The heat and the pressure was beautiful, the ease of how well her oil-slicked cock pumped in and out of his buns felt fantastic, to say the least. She felt herself ready to start drooling again, a brief drip of pre pouring from the tip of her cock and staining the green scales on Spike's back.

His tail affectionately wrapped around her slender waist, gripping tight as he locked her in place. The two of them were more than ready for this, she could tell. With a firm and skilled hand, she guided her cock to his puckered entrance, biting down on her lip as she teased and toyed with his tight asshole, rubbing and prodding the oiled-tip against his own oil-drenched sphincter.

"Rarity..." Spike whined in a desperate voice, eyes full and horny as she looked at him.

"I'm just having my fun, sweetie," she winked, gently massaging his ass once again. "I'll give you yours now."

"Can... can you promise me something?" he asked nervously.

"Anything, darling," she nodded.

"Can you... really fuck me? Like... as hard as you can?" he squeaked out.

"D'you think you can manage it?" she responded in a quiet, gentle tone as she continued to tease his asshole.

"Y-Yeah... and I want it so badly," he answered, biting down on his bottom lip with anticipation.

"Then yes... I'll give it to you properly," she nodded, applying pressure to her hips and gently gliding herself into his asshole.

The two moaned in unison, Rarity's massive size mixed in with Spike's virgin tightness was something she could write a sonnet about, it was so legendary. While his smaller size and inexperience was something she swore should've hindered her entry, Spike's wet cavern was as welcoming and accommodating as it could've been.

There was no resistance, no need to force anything, and no need for her to struggle or for Spike to be uncomfortable. The give was incredible, trumped only by the sheer tightness of his insides. Every inch of him gripped her length like a jealous lover, she was able to feel the beat of his heart through the tunnel of his ass. She hilted herself in mere seconds, her fingers gripping Spike's wide, womanly hips as she came to a stop.

"You want it properly, right?" she asked, making sure.

"Everything, Rarity... please," he begged, the desperation in his voice as adorable as it was obvious.

"Then I'll give you everything," she nodded. "Down to the last drop..."

And with that, she set to ploughing her beautiful little friend's tight, fat ass. Her grip gave her the leverage she needed, her hips were experienced and trained, and her cock was fat and hard enough to give this tight little femboy a ploughing he would never forget.

The slaps of contact, the sound of her broad hips hitting his fat ass, were as wet as they were loud. Sloppy, splashing, and hot thanks to the oil coating on both of them, Rarity jackhammered Spike's twitching asshole with every ounce of her strength. She wished she'd gotten some proper warm-up stretches in before they'd started properly, she thought to herself with a smug, as going this hard this early was more than likely going to have her pulling a muscle of some kind.

Her eyes were once again locked onto that rear, watching his cheeks ripple and bounce as she clapped them over and over again. It reminded her of a basin of water being struck, the flesh of Spike's booty being so soft and supple that it could ripple like disturbed water. The weight of it was thrown forward again and again with each strike of her hips. Fat, muscular bouncing making Rarity drool again as she stared, her spit mixing with the oil and the sweat pouring out of the dragon.

Her ears perked as she listened to him moan and beg, pleading with her to go faster, to fuck him harder, to use every inch of that bitch-breaker to stir up his insides in a way he'd never stop feeling. She grinned, proud and arrogant, as her cock, her prowess, reduced what was usually a decently-reserved and quiet individual into a lewd, moaning slut. All for her to enjoy... just as much as she was enjoying him.

His ass really was something special to her, she could tell that right away. Ignoring the size, ignoring the weight, and ignoring how the light of the studio glistened and reflected off it as it bounced off her cock, the way it felt was beyond magical. Like oiled velvet, wet and boiling just enough to feel perfect, his virgin cavern feeling like it was made for her cock and her cock alone. If the sex between them was as good as this, she was beginning to feel like the two of them were literally made for each other.

Spike cried out, getting her attention again, as he came. Even over the sound of his ass getting pounded, the sound of his small-yet-powerful cock pumping cum onto the mat, splashing and pooling underneath him, was audible. She grinned to herself, more arrogance and pride swelling in her chest in a way that she swore made her dick grow at least an extra inch inside Spike's delicious booty.

"D'you love the way I fuck you, sweetie?" Rarity asked, gently leaning over Spike's body to speak into his ear as she continued to tear up his ass.

"Y-Yes!" he screamed out in pleasure.

"Is it everything you've ever wanted?" she laughed. "Am I everything you'll ever need?"

"Yes, yes! Please, Rarity, don't fucking stop!" he hollered so loud that she could've sworn it was shaking the walls.

Who was she to ignore such an honest request. She wasn't done yet, and she wasn't due to be done for a while. She sunk in, shifted her position, angled her hips better to really get some lift to her thrusts when she fucked this delicious boypussy. Spike dropped down onto his arms, unable to keep himself supported anymore as the pleasure melted his brain. In the position he was in, all it did was highlight how big and gorgeous this booty was to the hungry dickmare behind him.

"C'mon, darling, throw it back," Rarity giggled. "Show me how much you love it!"

Spike, without a word, did as instructed, managing to pump his hips back and forth in time with Rarity's, matching her thrusts to slide back just as she hit forward. The well-fucked little twink did it with a modicum of skill and, dare she say it, elegance. It was almost like Spike had discovered a natural talent for riding cock that she was, unsurprisingly, more than interested in keeping all to her horny, well-hung self.

She licked her lips and rolled her shoulders, feeling the sweat of pleasure and exertion coating her beautiful body, as she continued to smash Spike's back door in. That tight, desperate feeling of her balls swelling up returned, the boiling need to cum burning through her entire body as she found herself nearing the edge. She heard it again, the sound of Spike cumming from her vicious pounding, splattering the mat with more femme drake cum, and she knew it was about time to wrap things up in a neat, sticky, cumflated bow.

She kicked herself into overdrive at this point, pistoning her hips as hard and as fast as she could physically manage to drive herself closer and closer to her peak. With a mighty, guttural cry, Rarity threw herself over that peak and descended hard into the canyon of orgasm. She slammed her hips home just as she blew her load, locking herself into place and refusing to budge as she pumped Spike fuller and fuller.

Audible splashes of cum sounded throughout the studio, filling up the beautiful boy's even more beautiful asshole with thick, steaming cum. Spike's already full belly began to stretch more and more, each blast of alabaster fuckmuck filling him beyond his brim and pushing him into a state of nirvana. Rarity's balls churned and emptied into him until her cock began to soften, sliding out of his well-fucked hole and spurting the last of her ichor onto his bruised, raw cheeks.

Rarity collapsed forwards onto Spike as the cum began to gently jet out of his asshole, Rarity planting a kiss on the back of his neck as she snuggled closer to him.

"Forgive me if I'm overstepping my boundaries here, Spike, but..." she began in a tired fashion. "Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime soon? Romantically, I might add?"

"Are... are you serious?" he asked with a playful chuckle. "You pop a stiffy over my ass, nearly unhinge my jaw with that monster cock, and then fuck me so full of cum that I look pregnant... and you think asking me out for a candle-light dinner is overstepping?"

"Well, when you put it like that..." Rarity chuckled, gently kissing his cheek once again as Spike giggled in response. "Is that a no?"

"No, Rarity, it's an overwhelming yes... can I just ask you for a favour if we ever do this again?" he queried.

"Of course you can, Darling," she nodded. "Whatever is it?"

"Never let me ask you to go full-force on me again," he smirked. "I can't feel my asshole right now and don't think I'm gonna walk right for a week."

"That's fair..." Rarity nodded, yawning in a tired tone. "I'll see if there are any restaurants that allow standing catering, just for you."

"Thanks, Rarity," he nodded. "I appreciate it."

"And I appreciate you, my fat-bottomed little lover," she added, turning him over and kissing him passionately, sliding her tongue into his mouth as he continued to drain of her sweet, hot cum.

"I could get used to this," Spike commented.

"You better, because we're not stopping here, my dear," Rarity winked playfully, sealing the deal between the two of them that this was going to be the start of a sweet, hot, and filling relationship.