It was hard not to notice Rarity even on her worst days. She was a pony who practically radiated the need for attention, drew eyes from everypony in the room when she walked in, even if she was just wearing "Oh, this little old thing I threw on in five minutes?".

For Spike, the difficulty was amplified. The minute he'd walked into Carousel Boutique and set his eyes on the white-and-purple mare who ran the place, his heart had developed a special overdrive mode it reserved only for the presence of Rarity. Lately it had been making requests for a nitro supplement to hit even higher speed requirements. Spike wasn't sure what that fully entailed.

At Twilight's welcoming party, or what had more quickly become a 'welcoming-party-in-Twilight's-house-not-particularly-for-Twilight-or-almost-rather-in-spite-of-her-actually', Spike had the entire night to get to know everypony in town. Hundreds of new faces and names who all wanted to make friends.

And all he could do was stare at Rarity.

She seemed to take special attention when he was in the room, noticing him without noticing, then making trips through the crowd of ponies to flash him a smile—or, more often, to flick her tail in his direction, simply to wave with her back-end facing. Did that mean she wanted him to stare? Because when he did, he saw the most beautiful curled tail he'd ever set eyes on, and underneath it, a set of radiant, luscious cheeks at the top of the longest, sultriest legs a pony could possess. Every time she turned around and waved at him just so, he wasn't sure, maybe he'd just imagined it, but he was certain he could see her wink every so often. There wasn't an invitation more blatant than that, was there?

As the night went on, Rarity's little 'hello's became more blatant. She got closer to Spike in the crowd, sometimes passing with idle small-talk, sometimes pretending not to notice him at all, but every time, taking distinct and special attention to give him a better show than bits could buy. She'd smile over her shoulder, wink with one eye, then flick her tail back and forth and wink again, in a different and much more noticeable way. She'd pretend to be misdirected in the crowd and smoosh her butt up against him, wave her tail right under his nose, giving him a faceful of her warm, musky mare-scent, and making him wonder if there was a hint of wetness as well, making him wonder if Rarity was just as warm inside as she felt when her butt-cheeks were pressed into his crotch. Surely, she could feel how hard she was getting him. Surely she had to notice.

Surely1?

Spike estimated that if he didn't get some alone time with Rarity by the end of the night he might explode with a worse heat than the one that Twilight had spat out after eating Pinkie Pie's hot-sauce cupcakes. Spike wondered if a shot of hot-sauce would calm his nerves, if it would be practically calm and cool compared to the molten-tornado dancing around his brain.

"Spike," Rarity cooed, her mouth suddenly adjacent to his ear, her lips almost tickling his scales as she whispered, somehow piercing and audible above the murmur of the crowd and the constant thump of the bass drums. "I was just thinking we haven't gotten to talk much, you and I, since things started picking up tonight. I wonder if you wouldn't like to go somewhere more... private, to exchange our... thoughts and feelings?"

Rarity's pauses between words were always accompanied by a flick of her tail, and each time she made sure to give Spike an obvious but oblivious view of her ass and pussy, waving her tail over them like a slow windmill over the hole of a mini-golf course.

"Uh... privates?" Spike said, his brow soaked in sweat.

"Private, dear. Although, let's not leave that out of the question..."

"I think one of the upstairs rooms might be empty," Spike squeaked. His cheeks were flushed, and the smell of Rarity's sex was permeating his nostrils like... well, the smell of pony-pussy. It wasn't something he felt there was an accurate simile for. Nothing else made his dick quite that hard.

"Wonderful! You lead the way then, hmm?"

Getting through the crowd of ponies with Rarity in tow was a challenge, but nothing could stand properly in the way of a horny dragon looking for somewhere to get busy. Spike plowed through the herd like a guided arrow, and managed to get up the stairs in record time, meaning he only had now to remember which room was empty.

It took a few tries, and a few apologies after stumbling in on ponies halfway through their own evening rendezvous. One pair didn't even seem to notice, and just kept hammering and moaning away like they were doing it for an invisible audience. Spike's dick twitched extra hard as he closed the door on the view of pegasus pony being pounded so hard she was starting to scream.

"Uh... this one, I think," Spike said finally. Sure enough, empty, save a few coats and jackets that had been stacked up on a chair in the corner.

"Wonderful," Rarity said, smiling and worming her way into the room next to Spike, rubbing her butt up against his side for good measure. "This will do nicely, don't you think?"

Spike nodded. He jumped a little as Rarity's horn glowed and slammed the door shut, then turned and slid the lock into place. Gulp.

"Why don't you hop up on the bed and have a seat, dear? We've got all the time in the world together now..."

Rarity patted a spot beside on the bed, and Spike hopped up on to the blankets. He always felt a little uneasy when Rarity was around like this, whatever she was thinking seemed to skulk and prowl like a timberwolf in the darkness of the Everfree foliage.

Still. This was nice. Just the two of them, together, alone at last. The music was still playing, permeating the entire house, you couldn't escape the 'wub-wubs' no matter how far you went. But everything was dulled here, like a little pocket away from the world, someplace that time maybe didn't even move at a normal rate. Spike remembered some kind of quote about love and a hot stove, but didn't have enough physics knowledge to complete it.

Without warning, Rarity pulled him close and kissed him. It was overwhelming to be kissed by Rarity in any circumstance, her smell and taste were so overpowering. Here, with just the two of them alone, it felt like a tornado was swirling around outside, blocking off all the sound and distractions from elsewhere and swirling them around until only the kiss remained. Spike felt his wings flutter and his cock twitch as Rarity pulled him even closer, her hoof on the back of his neck, yanking him closer like she wanted to devour every inch of him starting with his mouth.

When Rarity kissed him, her lips were writing poetry. Each second was a new maneuver, she never kissed the same way twice, always dancing with her tongue and inviting him to do the same, biting at his lip and whispering things just below the threshold he could hear, but he knew they were sweet, delicate, naughty, and he would catch his body rocking back and forth in her direction, aching for any more touch, or just for the kiss to go on forever.

If it could have, it would. But one kiss eventually devolved into more, and that into a makeout session, and those were new too, even though Spike couldn't help be overwhelmed, he felt like he knew what to do here now, at least to kiss back, to do whatever he wanted with his long, slithery tongue, and whenever he tickled Rarity's she seemed to light up with an inside fire, her breath would catch and she'd inhale sharply through her nose, and pull him closer still, pressing their bodies together so hard it almost hurt, drinking him in and moaning into his mouth and just begging with every inch of her body, so warm it radiated heat like a fireplace.

Spike didn't want to end the kiss, but when Rarity pulled away, he half-opened his eyes and found his tongue hanging out in thin air.

Rarity was smiling at him, but only half-composed, as though she was fighting the impulse to throw Spike back onto the bed and ravish him until he squealed louder than any dub-step wub wubs. Spike felt like he was a morsel on the table of a very exquisite, exclusive banquet.

"That tongue of yours," Rarity said with a sigh. She put a hoof to her chest and looked at Spike intimately, her eyelids half-lowered, sultry, the constant aroma of her sex becoming pervasive in the small room. Spike had wondered if he'd smelled it before, but now he was certain...

"My tongue?" Spike asked. He stuck out the appendage in question and poked it curiously with a claw. Sure, it was longer than the average ponies, more prehensile too, but what could you really do with a long, sticky pink thing...

Rarity nodded and grabbed Spike again, kissed him on the forehead and nuzzled herself up to him, rubbing their bodies together and causing Spike to grow and twitch nervously between his legs.

"Yes, dear, your tongue. Even a young dragon has such a talent compared to an average pony."

Spike curled his tongue in his mouth, checking to see if it had transformed in some way in his sleep. Still seemed to be the regular old tongue.

"I don't suppose you'd like to learn what you can do with it, hmm?" Rarity asked, smirking coyly.

"Um... I guess so... woah!"

Rarity had sprawled backwards on the bed without fanfare, and before Spike's eyes, she raised her hind-legs and held them behind her head, contorting herself into a gymnast's pose with her hooves up high and her pussy on full display. Finally, Spike could get a full glimpse of what Rarity had been teasing him with all night. The tail-flags, the flashings, the waves and the wafts of her marehood under his nose all night. Now he could finally dig in...

Oh. Right. His tongue?

"Do you want me to, uh... lick... it?" Spike shifted on the bed uneasily to between Rarity's legs. He could have stayed and taken in the sight all night, framed it in his mind to hold and keep every night as he drifted off to sleep, dragon-cock firmly in hand. Rarity was winking at him, and there was no more inviting sight than a pony-pussy squinting and squeezing and begging for you to fill it up.

Rarity nodded, smiling broadly. "Yes dear, that's exactly right. There's not really any right or wrong way to do it, but why don't you have a go and see how things taste, so to speak..."

Oh. There would be a taste, wouldn't there? He'd never thought about that before. The taste would match with something else. The same way kissing her was something between a bouquet of flowers and every flavour of ice-cream sample in Mrs. Cake's sweet-shop.

Nervously, as though he was unsure he even knew how to use his tongue in the first place, Spike stuck out the long, spiked-at-the-end appendage and tested the air with a tiny lick. Even with just the pheromones and particles that were airborne, Spike felt his senses flood with heat and fervor. Whatever the scent filling his nostrils was, Spike knew he had to drink it in like a fine wine, even though he'd never had wine before in the first place. This was something older pony's talked about savouring, the smell and taste of their special somepony in the intimate moments together. A nectar that was forbidden to everyone else.

It was impossible to help himself. Spike lowered his face even further to Rarity's sex, wet and hot and radiating some barely-tangible aura, that when he crossed it, when he was just within inches of touching Rarity's wet slit, he could feel his entire body light up, his cock ache and twitch and his tongue beg to slather up and down Rarity's entire hole and taste her wetness. Finally, tantalizingly, Spike extended his tongue until the very tip was against Rarity's cunt, the very bottom of her slit, and then lapped up, long, slow, in a single motion, until he'd covered her entire pussy, and the little button at the top, which made her squeal and jerk in the bed when he touched it.

"Ohmygoodness, Spikey, that was wonderful!" Rarity gushed. Her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed to be having some difficulty keeping her legs perfectly situated behind her head. "I never imagined a dragon's tongue would feel so... different."

"Different how?" Spike asked. He took a moment to consider the taste he'd collected, something sweet, but tangy, like a citrus punch. He could smell the faintest tell-tale aroma of sweat at the corners, but they blurred into everything else, a hundred colour aura swirling around the epicenter of Rarity's dripping sex. Spike tested it with another lick, shorter this time, just lapping gently up Rarity's entrance, and making her hips buck again, another squeal, more delighted sounding than Spike remembered hearing her ever before.

"Ohhh, Spike, that dragon-tongue of yours is simply marvelous. So long and slippery... would you like to get a better taste?"

Rarity reached down between her legs and spread her pussy even wider, showing off the glistening pink insides and the tiny protrusion of her love-nub at the top. She was winking too, for good measure, each contraction of her pussy walls inviting Spike in to feast on the dripping banquet.

Spike licked his lips hungrily.

"Absolutely," he said, and dove in with reckless abandon.

Rarity's legs locked around the back of his head as Spike's tongue began to flick and slide like a whirlwind. Rarity's slit was gushing, practically pouring a waterfall onto the bed, a mix of Spike's saliva and her own nonstop love-juices. She shut her eyes tight and moaned and thrashed on the bed as Spike continued his first taste of cunnilingus, already picking up marks for enthusiastic attitude and earning a gold star for effort.

Licking Rarity's pussy was like an ice cream cone that never went down. Each time you extended your tongue and slithered it between her quivering lips, or poked inside to taste the wetness of her walls and make her squeal as the snake-like length danced inside, Rarity would gasp and moan and gush and make you feel like you were face-first in a waterfall slide at the amusement park. The way she grabbed the back of your head and pushed your face down made you wonder who was really in control. If your tongue stopped, you might not survive the night. But why would you want to stop anyway?

It was something hidden in the scent—the delicate mix between sweat and just plain old sex. Spike had smelled enough permutations of it through his lifetime to make the distinction, from his own masturbation to the few times he'd walked in on Twilight at an awkward interval. Somehow, it was readier, hotter, more full and commanding than anything before. It made his mouth water and his cock ache. It made him want to shoot a sticky white load the same colour as Rarity's coat all up in her pony pussy.

"Spike, oh, oh my, your tongue, your tongue is going to make me... eeeeeeee!" Rarity's words devolved into a high-pitched squeal wobbly and piercing enough that it fit right in with the background dubstep synth leads. Rarity clutched at a pillow with one hoof and the back of Spike's head with the other, her legs locked so tight around the young dragon's neck that she threatned to pop it off.

Spike held on for dear life, only knowing to move his tongue, up and down, left to right, in little circles at the top... even though he could barely breathe, the smell and taste of Rarity's dripping pussy kept him moving forward like substitute oxygen. He could survive forever, if she just let him keep his tongue going.

Only, forever would be just enough right now. Rarity reached down with one hoof and pushed Spike's head back as the tail-end of her orgasm shook through her body. Her cunt twitched and winked a few times as Spike withdrew his tongue, giving an extra little love-lick with the forked end and making Rarity shiver.

The bed was soaked, and Spike's face was dripping. His tongue would remember the taste of Rarity's pussy for the rest of his life, most likely.

And still, somehow, according to the clock on the wall, there was an entire night ahead of them.

"Come here for a quick cuddle," Rarity said, her voice light and wheedling. She moved over on the bed, out of the new wetspot she'd generated, to make room for Spike at her side. Spike sidled up and nestled into Rarity's chest, the two of them facing each other, eyes closed, warmth of their two bodies combining in a hug. They stayed like that for a little while, neither of them saying anything, both still obviously aching for sex, Spike's cock hard and dribbling a bit, Rarity's sex wet and leaking over the bed, their two sets of hips rocking ever-so-gently back and forth, but not pressing or demanding, knowing there was as much time as necessary to move forward, and none to move back.

Rarity kissed Spike's neck and face as they were cuddling, prompting a series of shivers and little giggles each time she found a sensitive or ticklish spot. She left little love-pecks on the scales of his chest, nibbled at his ears and made him shake and whimper a little before finding somewhere else for her mouth to adventure. Before Spike knew it, he was a quivering mess of almost-touch-me-theres, unaware of where Rarity's mouth would go next but delighted and electric no matter where that happened to be.

Eventually, Rarity's kisses began to go lower, snaking across Spike's belly and above his waist. Each time Rarity's mouth would come within even an approximate distance of his cock, Spike groaned and thrust his hips forward, usually meeting either just air or Rarity's soft stomach, but groaning again regardless, leaving little dabs of precum stuck to Rarity's fur.

Whether she wanted to return the favour or simply couldn't help herself was of no concern to Spike. Rarity's mouth finally found its way down between his legs, and the way she started to slurp and suck at his head made him wonder if there was about to be a second wet spot on the bed soon.

"Ahhh! Rarity..." Spike didn't have a familiar vocabulary for this situation, had only ever imagined somepony as pretty as Rarity gobbling his cock up and slurping and slobbering all over his dragon-dick. But that's what she was doing, surely, and she seemed to transform in the act, from prim and proper and sure never to spill a drop at mealtime to a debased, desperate slut-pony, drooling and leaving trails of spit up and down his sex-organ, getting him as slippery and as hard as she could to slide him in somewhere even hotter and wetter than her mouth.

"Why don't you lie down and let me do the work for now?" Rarity asked. She pushed gently at Spike's chest with her hoof, and Spike followed direction instantly, lying back on the bed and exposing his rock-hard dragon-dick to Rarity's full attentions, standing up in the center of the bed like a pink-green-and-purple flagpole. Rarity licked her lips at the sight of it, like a filly at the ice cream counter.

Spike felt like he was getting a private showing of a very illicit movie not probably appropriate for dragons his age. Rarity had turned around and was waggling her butt at him, flashing and waving her tail over her pussy and ass like she was showing them off in an auction. Spike stared, open-mouthed, as Rarity bobbed her butt up and down, her luscious cheeks bouncing and shaking only inches from Spike's cock. He watched, agawk, as Rarity did small lunges back and forth, each time lowering her pussy to Spike's cock and sliding her entire slit over his length, but never slipping him inside, never letting his engorged head slide past her puffy pussy-lips, but just painting and coating the whole thing in her wetness, more lube than Spike was sure would ever be necessary when Rarity was already dripping and eager to go. Spike couldn't help but stare at Rarity's butt as it slid and bounced, like a mirage in the desert he couldn't tear his eyes from.

Eventually, once she was content with her twerking display, and reasonably satisfied she had given Spike's cock as much moisture as it could handle, Rarity lowered her butt and planted it directly onto Spike's crotch. The entrance to her pussy teased at the tip of his cock, letting his head just slide past her lips before pulling back and teasing again by sliding it along her slit.

Spike groaned like a desperate animal and threw his headback, then jerked it up again so he could stare at Rarity's jiggling butt.

"Rarity..." he said, reaching out a claw to grab one of her cheeks and giving it a firm squeeze.

"Mhmm... yes, Spikey?" Rarity cooed over her shoulder, her eyes sultry, half-closed, her pussy gushing liquid onto Spike's cock-head.

She didn't wait for an answer. Just slid herself down, finally, taking the young dragon's length in a single go, slamming down and bouncing the bed and sighing loudly as she finally felt herself go full up with the hard, eager length of Spike's dick.

It was an open door for both of them. Rarity's moans mixed with Spike's overwhelmed grunts, and then she began to move, and the bed to shake, and the slap of her cheeks on Spike's pelvis, and they were really fucking now, or Rarity was doing the fucking, at least, while Spike was more-or-less along for the ride.

It felt like the reins had been traded. While Spike had gotten just a little taste (literally) of what 'control' felt like under the direction of his tongue and Rarity's fervent and encouraging moans and squeals... it was clear that since the night's first tail-flag that Rarity had been the one steering the ship. Now she was the one doing the riding, but readily at the head of the pack.

Spike felt definitely felt like he was being taken for a ride. His cock was getting used for something—his cock was in Rarity's pussy, and she was slamming up and down on top of him, every so often looking over her shoulder to smile devilishly at him and lick her lips, then return to bouncing her butt up and down over and over, her own moans and squeals mixing with Spike's.

Spike would take a hold of one of Rarity's butt-cheeks every few slams, but inevitably lose hold, impossible to hang on to something so big and jiggly while it was moving up and down in front of you. One beautiful carved globe, rising and wiggling and lowering and grinding and rocking back and forth while Spike's cock was all the way inside, pressing his head up against the inside of Rarity's walls and making her moan extra-loud whenever he pushed in and hit a special spot that seemed to be hidden away. Spike could feel his balls tightening the second he'd seen Rarity flash him for the first time that night, and now they were beginning to make insistent demands about releasing their load sooner rather than later.

"Rarity," Spike gasped again, clinging to the white pony-butt in front of him for dear life, lest Rarity's violent hip-shakes and slams dislodge his cock and throw him off the bed. It was hard to speak when your entire brain felt like it was on fire, when the only impulse you could translate was 'move hips back and forth at more or less the same time as the pony on top of you'. 'Cum', was the designation, more or less. Spike felt like he was going to cum soon.

Almost as if she'd practiced it before, Rarity swooned and moaned when she heard Spike call her name, practically able to taste the desperation dripping off only three syllables, maybe just because it was her own word, she could sense each tremble and imagine the feeling of Spike's balls emptying a white hot load into her pussy...

"Kiss me, Spikey," she said. Before Spike had a chance to respond of his own accord, Rarity spun herself so she was facing the young dragon, her curvy white butt now pointed at the bedroom wall. She stared into Spike's eyes, a difficult feat as she was bouncing, but managed finally to lock her gaze with his. The two stared at each other as Rarity's thrusts went on, as Spike jerked his cock desperately upward, begging for the last few doses of friction that would coax the cum out from his sack.

Spike kissed her. It was difficult, making his body do anything else, but he managed, maybe only because the simple gesture of leaning forward and planting his mouth on Rarity's had become familiar by now, or because she did most of the work, pulling his head close and snaking her tongue around his and panting into his mouth. Her eyes would open every now and then, staring still into Spike's, solid but wavering, as though she was balancing somewhere precarious and could barely manage to keep her hooves steady. Spike's gaze was just the same, delicate and new and uncertain to remain open when the flash-flood of pleasure had overwhelmed and overtaken his body.

It was just the two of them, in that room. The drenched bed-sheets and the creaking of the headboard, the thump of outside bass matching their thrusts in syncopated rhythm. Each time Rarity would slam her pussy down onto Spike's cock, a desperate, throaty moan, a wail that said 'please, rut me, breed me, fill me up with that underage dragon cock'. Spike's groans couldn't be translated, but, if addressed painstakingly, might have come out to 'Rarity, Rarity, Rarity...', over and over and over again.

"Spike," Rarity said, her voice cutting the air like a hot knife. Even the sound of sex and the smell of fucking would part to let her words through. Husky, needy, wanting everything.

"Yes," Spike gasped, barely able to make words function over his body's constant attention to his impending orgasm.

"I want you to look at me now," Rarity said. She put a hoof on Spike's chest and stared at him the same as she was directing. Her eyes were wide and gentle, burning with dark flames at the same time, the finest flowers guilding a path straight to Tartarus. Rarity slowed her hip movements, but still rocked back and forth with conviction, shaking the bed still, grinding herself up and down on Spike's aching dragon-dick. "I want you to look into my eyes before you cum."

"Oh, geez," Spike said. The words felt clumsy, like all of his body, and now he was getting another direction, too much on top of the need to keep himself from letting that final peg go and unloading what felt like a week's worth of pent up cum right into Rarity's pussy...

"I want you to stare into my eyes while I fuck you," Rarity said, her voice sinking low and devilish. "My good little dragon, my sweet little thing, I want you to look into Mommy's eyes while you cum..."

"Rarity," Spike gasped again. His balls were tightening, his cock was beginning to twitch, he could feel the familiar tide of white-hot-nothingness beginning to creep at the back of his brain. "Rarity," again. "I'm gonna—"

Rarity kissed him, both hooves around the back of his head, her hips jerking and slamming in rapid bursts, coaxing the final overflow from Spike's tiny, inexperienced body that would lead him over the edge.

"—!"

Spike came, and he came hard.

Looking into Rarity's eyes the whole time was the most difficult part. It was like an unwavering mirror, a reflection of every lust and desire in the face of a pony who loved you. Rarity's smile didn't waver, but she blinked, maybe washing away tears of joy, maybe just struggling to contain her reaction to the spray of colt-batter currently coating her insides. It felt like a firehose, though she'd never been acquainted with one intimately before... surely nothing else could have that much force, could shoot that big a load of cum into her pussy?

There was the vigor of an underage dragon-cock, however.

Spike's claws grasped for anything to hold onto as his body shook. The blankets, pillows, Rarity's butt, which was now facing in the opposite direction. Spike scrabbled and searched for something to brace himself with, but the bed and his body seemed to shake regardless, and each time his balls squeezed tight and shot another spurt of dragon-cum inside Rarity's cunt, Spike felt like his entire mind was being wiped clean, like the only image left in the world was Rarity's eyes, longing and lovingly staring into his, only blinking occasionally with every other shot of jizz. Spike could feel it begin to pool around his cock, to leak out of Rarity's pussy and join her mare-juices pooling on the bed. There was a lot of it. A lot of cum.

It felt like a tornado. An earthquake. His atoms being pulled apart piece by constituent piece. Eventually, Spike's claws found Rarity, her hips, her legs, her fur, and clung on for dear life, even though the meteor shower behind his eyes showed no sign of ending any time soon.

The way the music played, you could feel the drop through the walls. There was a build-up, a chaos that seemed to double on itself over and over—and then, almost silence. A pause before a dam bursting, and then you were awash in sound.

Spike and Rarity both took in long, deep breaths in succession, panting and gasping for air to fill their lungs, so swept up in the tide of pleasure they seemed to have forgotten to do so.

Rarity pulled herself up off of Spike's cock with some difficulty—her whole body shivered as she moved up, seemingly begging her to remain in place, to stay stuffed and full and dripping a load of hot sticky cream—but when she got up, the load came with her, and spilled out of her cunt like soft-serve from an ice-cream machine, pouring all over the length of Spike's still-hard and twitching cock, coating his balls that had brewed the load up in the first place, and getting some healthy white streaks across the bed for good measure.

There was enough of an area left unaffected by wet spots that Spike and Rarity could curl into it together, find some undisturbed blankets, and wrap themselves up like a coccoon, one half dragon, one half pony. They snuggled into each other, Spike's head on Rarity's chest, Rarity wrapping her forelegs around Spike's back and rubbing up and down his spines to the sound of soft cooing noises.

If you listened very carefully, you could hear the ponies dancing downstairs. Sharing punch. Mingling and mixing with each other like samples on a food-tray.

Upstairs, the air felt oddly calm. Like a storm had just passed, or was brewing in the background somewhere very far away.

"My," Rarity said, her voice calm, but still shaky around the edges. "That was certainly something."

"It sure was."

The two of them sank into each other's eyes, hugging and holding each other and listening only to the sound of breathing below the party's constant throb of music and dancing downstairs.

"I love you, Spike," Rarity said. It seemed sudden, but she said it like the thought had been turning in her mind for a long time. She kissed Spike on the forehead, then on the mouth, each taken by surprise, but both met with a grin.

"I... I love you too, Rarity," Spike said. The words didn't feel unfamiliar. More like he'd practiced them in private all his life. He kissed Rarity back, and her sigh sounded like a music note.

It was difficult to count the amount of time that passed then. A space somewhere between minutes was occupied only by couples cuddled together, breathing each others air, seeing the world through two sets of simultaneously closed eyes. Spike felt like he could still feel Rarity's cunt tugging and hugging at his cock. Rarity felt like she was still fully up with Spike's dick, and the load dripping out of her was the testimony.

When enough private eternities had passed, the two shared one last hug, cleaned themselves up, and returned to the party.

Somehow, nopony seemed to even have noticed they were missing.

Author's Note

1: Don't call me Shirley. - Ed.