Legitimate Uses for a Rarity Fleshlight

~ Epilogue ~

The Truth is My Love for Only You

"Guess this is the part where I'm supposed to say goodbye and stuff."

"Indeed it is." Rarity dipped her head. "I must admit: I hate it. You always say it with a certain and genuine sadness none else can match." Her muzzle lowered to his face, both inches apart, eyes lost into the worlds of the other. "It feels terribly cheap each time I say it, but I love you, Spikey. Deeply and truly."

"I know you mean it."

"I mean it... but rarely do I prove it, do I?"

"Course you... I... I dunno..."

The two stood on the wooden expanse of the platform, a hut and station behind their sides. Chimes echoed from afar, the moments between shorter as the sounds were louder, a coming they both disliked.

"Spike... there is something a lady must confess. Tis not something one speaks of in a public setting, but—" Her head searched around to the whips of her lilac swirls "—I very much doubt we'd be heard right now." Her muzzle reached into the air again, looking down at him, the natural setting of their conversations. "That doll that was to be your gift. Surely, you've uncovered its secret?"

"...little sooner than I would have liked."

"Boys." Rarity swept a foreleg over his shoulders and pulled him close, upon sitting down, against the front of her barrel. As much as she enjoyed being pinned by him—having her softness hug and wash over his little body was the height of her greatest pleasure. "The good ones are always ashamed for the oftenness of their horniness. If only you knew of how hot a girl becomes on a daily basis... or perhaps you know that already."

His cute face rubbed upward on her chest, looking up from below, his cheeks consumed from sprouting white fluff. There were days she wished to be his blanket. In having him covered by her furs and fluffs and that kind of stuff. "W-What do you mean, Rarity?"

"There was another tale to that doll I was hoping to keep from your pretty frills, for a month or maybe a year—but it's breaking me inside to not confess the truth about it." She laid her chin on the top of his head, stroking its back as if making everything okay again. "The truth is that doll is connected to me. Magical infusion. It replicated the feeling of me to a 'T' as they like to say. What you did to it... affect me nearly the same."

Spike coughed as a warm blush washed over his face like a wave. "S-So... when I..."

"When you did a lot of wonderful things to that doll? Yes." She nodded to the forward and back rubbing of her chin against and across his scales. "Everything you did, I felt, now magnified. It was delightful and the mental pictures of you during the acts were stunning enough for me to finish more than once. But... there is a shame attached to that, I suppose."

Quick click. "I was bigger."

"Indeed you were." Rarity sighed and hugged him, every inch of them, pressed together, tightly. She absorbed his shudders from her statement. The hug wasn't to comfort him but to assuage her shame as well. Those volatile bodily reactions struggling to be maintained. "I came to learn a lesson recently. One that is the truth. Will you listen to it?"

"... there's nothing you can do that'll stop me from listening to you."

A kiss to his scalp. "You're the sweetest thing alive, and it's not from all the candy." She nuzzled and laid her cheek upon the spot, needing the comfort, the feeling of him. "Never allow anyone to say any differently. To them! A pebble I shall cast."

Spike giggled. "I like it when you talk funny."

"It's been a strange week, my love, a bizarre one indeed." She exhaled the weight of her dread and, in its place, the courage to speak the truth grew and grew. "Let it be known that I love you small. Holding and hugging you like this. This size difference between us is rather enjoyable."

She heard him exhale to a giggle of her own.

"But there has also been a craving in me... more as a mare than a lady to have something more. Not all the time, but sometimes, to be... pleased as I was that night." She stroked his head to be safe, feeling no shivers—glad for it. "I never want to lose you, my darling. Craving for someone bigger than you will never be the case. But I don't think I can ever suppress that need for bigger... can you forgive a mare for that?"

"I would have let you see someone else than hold you back."

"That... that statement means more to me... than you could know." Rarity choked on her bitter-sweetness for a few seconds longer. "But there is not another, regardless of form, I genuinely desire. Only for you to sometimes be bigger. Not because I want it all the time... because teasing and playing with you now is a delight I never expected myself to so much like."

Another chuckle of comfort from him.

"That's why... until the day you become bigger, I never want you to change, and I never want another to intrude upon our love. Lust matters as much as love even though its length is not the same. Surely you desire a smaller body to fill at times."

Another moment of silence. "L-Last night... was enjoyable. Really good."

"You want it... sometimes, but not all the time?"

He nodded into her coat. "Y-Yeah, actually. Being able to have that kind of fun is, well, fun. But I'd miss all those times you sat on my face."

Rarity cackled—it didn't happen often. "S-Spikey! Such vernacular! Were your words not so heart-warming and true, I might have been tempted to smack you!"

"So long as I could smack your butt afterward."

Talking like this was something she craved, not in public, of course, and not always. But dipping into this side of her, the twenty-percent of a relationship. It filled her differently. Or perhaps a different part of her? "Perhaps if you get on the train with me, both of your wishes will be fulfilled. In a private cart, perhaps?"

"W-What do you—"

"The doll, my Spikey." Rarity nuzzled him a final time before pulling away, rumbles vibrating the ground. In the curve behind rode in the train, billowing smoke out from its front, the crowd of ponies amassing to the sides. "It's not often we desire you to be the big one. But in using it, those times are fixed. Though perhaps dominating a fleshlight is rarely the height of masculinity, hmm?"

Spike laughed upon closing the distance between them, kissing her chest, for it was the height thing he could reach. Her muzzle above tilted, a loving expression upon it. She rubbed the back of his head. "So long as I can make both of us happy... I don't care what it means to be the usual male."

He pulled back with a chuckle. "But I've never been the usual anything in my life, have I?"

Rarity giggled. "We've never been usual in anything. Isn't that what you meant to say?"

She leaned down to kiss him, one deepened by the chiming of the train, beckoning them, side by side, to enter it together. None cared for how they appeared nor how they were perceived. Having the other was all that mattered in the absurdity of their lives.