Legitimate Uses for a Rarity Fleshlight

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Words from a Friend

What was he supposed to do with the plushie? Spike didn't know the answer to that question as he walked home, with it tucked underneath his right arm, oddly comforted by its softness. It had been nothing like the dolls he'd played with before. Not that he played with dolls before, per se.

But what was around, was around, when living in Canterlot.

It's like her to enjoy what a mirror has to show, he reflected as he walked him, doing his best to avoid the stares of the mares walking by. Little turns of the heads and the settling eyes. They widened in surprise. Others cooed. Those knowing better were just confused. But to go out and make a doll exactly like her? Perfect accuracy?

He wanted to feel weird about it. To be estranged about the whole gift of a plushie representing the mare he loved most of all. But despite his apprehension, his mind was calm, body relaxed, comforted by the item.

How far did she go in the details anyway?

Looking down and underneath his arm, he ran a claw through the mane of the toy—yanking it back on contact. What the heck? His digits tried again, this time, feeling the silk of violet strands between his gaps. Luscious and smooth. He was bound to caress the hair as if on a mare. The scalp even shifted within his imagination.

But he stopped himself. There was something damning about ruining those rolls that countless mornings were spent on maintaining. He was even mindful of the pressure of his arm against it. Releasing its hold slightly, the white barrel lost some of its compression, no longer lightly squeezed.

Am I seriously taking care of a doll now? Guess these past few weeks really have been playing on my mind. But he found himself smiling. Even as he walked home, alone, set to be that way for maybe weeks at a time. The journey felt damning, less cold, when the doll in his arms warmed him up. Heh. Guess my days of being the villain to Twilight's dolls are over.

Getting home wasn't much of an issue, that was until Spike actually got home. The creak and opening of the door revealed the alicorn standing behind it. Standing straight, legs tall, eyes pissed. She was looking down at him. Like most mares, literal and metaphorical, they looked down at him.

"You were supposed to be home an hour ago."

Spike cocked his head while entering the castle. "So, you spent an hour waiting around?"

Twilight narrowed her eyes and dipped her muzzle. "You really think I'd spend an hour standing, waiting for you?"

"If it was to give me trouble and a lecture?" Spike slowly nodded as he closed the door behind him, waiting for its click before speaking again. "Yeah. I think I do."

Silence stole the scene seconds longer. That was until the mare tucked her lips inward, nodding as well—but only twice. "Yeah, okay. Write me down for thirty minutes."

Spike's head recoiled as he squinted. "Thirty, really?"

"Your worst bout of tardiness is usually thirty minutes!" Twilight exclaimed while pelting the floor with the shifting of her hooves. Click and clack and click. Over and over. Tick and tack and tick. "That's when I started to wait. Ten minutes went by, and then I left. But surely you wouldn't be another ten minutes."

Spike approached underneath her, still holding the plushie underneath his right arm, expression remotely bearing life. "Let me guess. The next twenty minutes was a sunk cost fallacy for the first ten minutes?"

Twilight rolled her head. "Okay! So usually you bring coffee when you're late."

"Crud." Spike bit his tongue and turned his head aside. "Knew I forgot something."

But Twilight sat on her haunches, winding her foreleg in the air. "The later you are, the more extravagant the coffee and treat. But sometimes when you come home, I'm doing something and, since you want to bypass trouble, you don't come finding me."

The world clicked inside of Spike's mind. "I usually wait until you find me. That way, I'm adjusted to being home and can make the lie of being here earlier than I was."

The hoof clicked as Twilight tapped a hoof against it. “Exactly. It's smart on your part. Problem is, I would care, maybe, if this hadn't devolved into a game. But because it has, I know there's a drink on the line."

Spike exhaled from the weight of the truth. "By the time we do the usual song and dance, I still use the drink to get out of it, only when I do..."

"It's lukewarm by then," Twilight finished for him. They were meant for each other within the scope of life-long friends. Except a strange version of it. But most life-long friends are strange when you think about it. "There's still some whipped cream, but then it's melted into the drink. It's still sweet... but lacks the punch of having it warm."

Spike slumped and hunched forward. "Now I just feel bad for not getting you anything."

"Hmmm..." Twilight gazed down at him from above, doing her best to impersonate a judge, stroking her chin the whole while. After a final, concluding him—she smiled. Her foreleg wrapped around him at once and pulled him into a hug. "You're forgiven. You're not usually late, and when you are, you've made up for it."

Spike smiled from within the tuft of her coat, nuzzling her chest, enjoying the softness for a different reason. The doll was pinned between him and Twilight's belly. His arm wrapped around her in his best attempt of a hug. "So why give me trouble with the conversation?"

"Because nopony thinks about useless stuff as much as we do," Twilight said with a laugh, stroking the top of his head. "Besides! How often do we get to speak like a comic team, huh? Don't give me a face. I know you enjoy those situations too."

Spike only smiled even more. "You know you're my best friend, right?"

"I'm well aware." Twilight chuckled. "But what do you think Rarity's going to think about an assertion like that, huh?"

His shoulders slumped against her body. Little tingles shivered throughout her frame. Without words or needing anything more, both of her forelegs wrapped around him, not tightly, but enough to let him know they were there. "I'm sorry. Did something happen?"

Spike wiped his snout across her chest, delighting the mare for she giggled afterward, holding him tighter. He chuckled as well, feeling happy... despite his sad face. "Rarity's gone to Canterlot for a week. Photo and waving kinda stuff. The kind of pictures she'd like taken of her."

"The ones where she's alone?"

"Single mares are more popular than taken ones." He sighed into the purple fluff, the breath pushing some of it up. "That's what she says, at least. And I'm okay with it. Just... don't know how long I'll keep being okay with it."

"Oh, Spike... you're still such a boy, aren't you?" Twilight laid her muzzle over his head, draping over the slope of its back. She rubbed her chin, left and right, hugging him dearly. "You told me how willing you were to do everything for her. Storm any castle and ascend any tower. But that's not how life works. Saving your love... means more than danger."

Spike lowered his head as he listened.

"Sometimes that means staying with her at the boutique, without saying a word, allowing her to work through the night—but keeping her from being alone." Twilight's hooves were soft on his back, searching around, crossing over tensions, releasing and relaxing after a few strokes. "You've grown in every way Rarity needs you. I... I know you don't like to hear it, Spike. But the images of her seeing you..."

"Painted into a bad spot for more than one reason? Checked that one off the mental list a while ago." Spike found himself nodding, sad and sore, and persisting despite them. "I know what it meant to be with her. I'll keep doing my best so we keep that way. But that... that doesn't mean a dragon can't be disappointed every now and again."

"Wouldn't have left you smothered your face into my chest fluff otherwise." The field of purple pulled away as Spike pulled his face away. His gaze travelled up to her muzzle. "But what do you have in your arm there?"

The doll clung to his claw still. Smiling, he backed out of the hug to hold it up. Twilight peered down at it.

"Rarity worried I would miss her more than usual on this next trip," Spike went on as he held up the toy. Strangeness washed over him as he did. It wasn't often for a male to have a doll, much less holding one before a mare. But if a mare was the one that gave it to him, then that made it okay, right? "So that's why this was made. Rarity said, somehow, it would connect us. Couldn't outright refuse it, y'know?"

Twilight hadn't said anything. No jokes or whims or anything of the sort. Only intent curiosity fashioned only to sudden obsessions. Suppressing the urge to hide the doll behind his back, the dragon watched as Twilight's horn started to glow.

"Do you know if she did anything to this doll?" Twilight asked upon dipping her muzzle. Her horn tapped its tip onto the snout of the plushie—which wrinkled, subtly, in response. "Because I'm getting a faint..."

Then it stopped. Magic and the glow of her horn. Twilight zipped back in place, retaining a couple of steps. There was a mad blush across her face as her wings came to flare ever so slightly. Her chest fluffed, even more, rising and dropping so suddenly.

Spike came to shake his head. "W-What's wrong? Is everything okay, Twilight?"

Why was she suddenly hyperventilating? It wasn't often Twilight smiled enough to show teeth as her eyes then shut. "N-Nothing's wrong, Spike! Nothing's wrong at all! Just, uh, h-had a sense of magic coming from your... gift, is all!"

"Thought something was different about it." He turned the plushie around in his claws, both settling over its rump. He held its front to his face... to a good feeling in his palms. "Rarity's personal projects usually feel special. But something about this one—I don't know. It just feels like something a little bit more, y'know?"

But Twilight wasn't looking at him. Her eyes darted left and right, keeping on him for seconds at a time. What made her sweat? Each time her gaze settled, it did so on his claws, the digits wrapped and sinking into the plumpness of those flanks. Each squishy like a marshmallow.

Twilight coughed and kept looking aside. "So beyond feeling an... essence to the doll, do you know feel anything else?"

Spike shook his head. "What are you trying to get from me here? I might bring it back to bed and cuddle it a bit." He shrugged and sighed at the same time. "It's really soft and plush and warm. The hair on it is really nice. Something about having it close to me, I dunno, it makes me feel good."

"Good... as in happy?"

"Sort of happy?" He hugged the doll to his chest—relishing in the contact. It felt as if she was there with him now, hugging him with her compression of softness, warming him with her body, delighting him with the brushing of her coat. "Just makes the time without her go by easier. We're kinda intimate. I really miss that when we're gone."

"Intimate..."

Spike rolled his eyes. "Yes. Intimate in the way you're thinking.” He exhaled while cupping the back of the doll's head into a claw. "And also just being close. Hugs and sitting side by side on the couch. I might have gotten used as a teddy bear a few nights."

It might have taken her a few moments to come back from her shock, but confidence faded back into Twilight's face. The slow smile crossing her face was met with the beaming of her eyes. That, and an energetic nod. "But at least the tables are turned, at least for now, huh?"

"Guess you could say something like that."

Spike wanted to say more. To let the mare know of his woes. Twilight wasn't quite a sister—but something close about it. Holding the miniature Rarity in his arms, he wanted to express not the power, but the satisfaction he felt.

It felt strange to be caressing the doll. Without meaning to, his claw started from the top of its head and worked down its back, tightening across its back, a delightful squeeze. Something was nice about the rump. Cupping it didn't feel strange. It wobbled, coming to jiggle by efforts alone. It seemed to fill out, flattening when pressed into, an unusual detail he found himself enjoying.

"I think both of us have had long enough days," Twilight began as she started to the side, casting him a look from over her shoulder. "Why don't both of us call it an early night? Have yourself a few hours to enjoy your gift."

Spike wanted to speak out, but stopped once the mare winked, giving a cute chorus of giggles. She strode forward without another word, a sway to her hips, slow and contained, appealing to the eye. He watched as she left, entering the hallway and turning the corner, leaving him alone again.

"My... aren't you a naughty one?" Rarity whispered to herself while splayed back on the bed, enjoying all the tickles coursing across her body. Something invisible was tight around her back and its weight resting into her belly, pushing it down, sinking into it. "Feeling over my body with a single arm. When did you get so big, Spikey?"

Her frame wiggled on the bed, her body above the sheets, allowing herself the night to enjoy herself. Tossing a glance to a door, she grinned at remembering to have it locked. Windows closed and blinds drawn. Few candles were lit across the room, scented, a mixture of rich perfumes.

"O-Oh! Muhmmm!” Rarity shuffled her hips at feeling the invisible claw creep snake into her scalp. She cherishedthe sensation. Feeling his sharp digits moving through her hair, little swipes to work across her strands. Brushes be damned. His fingers brought a new meaning to delight. "Always been one for a mare with nice hair, haven't you? Run your claw through my scalp. Do it as much as you like, my darling."

And so he did. Somewhere else in the world, her little dragon was using her provided toy, treating it as if it were herself. And he wasn't wrong to do so. Back in that castle and inside his locked room, he was lying on that small frame of a bed, keeping that plushie standing on his belly.

Rarity could tell. The bottom of her hooves felt like they were pressing into something hard but flexible. Shifting in softness betraying him. What did her little lover do in all of this? Stroke his claw through the doll's mane, delicately scratching at her scalp, earning little coos without knowing.

"Just like that! You've enjoyed my appearance most when it's straight out of the shower, do you not?" His digits stroked through the curls of her mane, daring to invade on what took hours to maintain. He was soft about it, applying pressure, just enough, to straighten her strands. "If I didn't have a world to impress, I would wear my hair down. I'd do it all the time. Anything to make you enjoy me more."

It wasn't long before the invisible strokes trailed all throughout her mane. Rarity had backed herself onto the pile of pillows, drinking in all the touches, little scratches and small caresses. She loved watching purple strands fall over her face, draping across her neck, coming to collect on her back.

Better, however, were the digits pressing into her spine. Starting from the top and following the lane downward, rubbing over every ball, relaxing the muscles tensed from the previous teasing. It worked downward and downward, settling over her flanks, the fatness of roundness impressing from being pressed upon. She squealed and kicked her legs—that was the contact, the raw force she needed!

And then, given a few seconds, there was a pressure of her tail. No... it can't be. Is he already daring to examine so soon? Rarity knew that boys, all boys, are bound to check underneath the tail. Even dolls wearing skirts will see a colt looking up in curiosity. But her lover tended not to be so vain. Maybe because it was her he was so daring so early. N-Not that I mind. Better he found the purpose to my gift sooner than later.

Rarity lifted her rump from the bed, arching her hips to keep it there, feeling the force pull on her tail. Held back, the slope of her crotch was exposed, the thickness of her fuzzy vulva exposed, the lips parted only slightly.

She licked her lips, waiting, hoping the boy would also lose his shame early.