Spike, Although...

"Spike," Rarity said, her voice casual, but as sultry and seductive as ever. "I don't suppose you've put any more consideration into my proposition from yesterday evening, have you?"

"Huh?" Spike looked down at Rarity in a daze. He was laying spread-eagle on Rarity's bed, his legs even wider and further up to give full access to his butt, cock and balls.

Rarity was kneeling at the end of the bed with her face the perfect height. As she spoke, she applied the finishing touches of lube to the end of a small, but still substantial-in-size to Spike, plastic tube, with a tiny bulge on the end. She positioned the tip just at the entrance to Spike's little booty while she lowered her mouth to his balls and began to suck gently, rolling her tongue over one, then the other, and tickling at the base of his cock with the edges of her lips.

Spike groaned wantonly and threw his head back. The sensation of the lube was always a little chilly and unfamiliar, but the more they used it, the more he knew he'd get used to it, and the way Rarity lovingly applied it to his little hole and kissed and cooed along with her ministrations was enough to lull him into a cloud next to the utter bliss that came when their play sessions were fully underway. Rarity was an endless well of sexy ideas and suggestions, and Spike was beginning to be unable to spend even five minutes over for a visit before Rarity dragged him to the bedroom and went to town on his rump, eliciting the most intense, girlish-sounding moans she could before causing Spike to explode in a white-hot burst of passion.

Today, Spike was getting used to the first toy from Rarity's chest, and while it was miniature in size to her, the intrusion of a foreign entity that was so cool and slender prompted a whole new set of indescribable sensations in Spike's body. He felt open and vulnerable, full and safe, desperate and needy and wanted and content all at once. He just knew the lightning strikes and tingles were there to guide him, and as long as he followed them forward, Rarity's soft, motherly touch would never lead him astray.

She even paused every half-inch, checked his expression and murmured things like 'that's it dear, just relax', and 'remember to breathe' as she slid the toy in further. Spike's breath was shaky and uncertain every moment, but before he knew it, he felt the toy sliding all the way inside, until just the base remained outside, the few inches poking and tantalizing at a special place inside he still didn't know the name for. The special place that only Rarity seemed to know about, the way she held him close and squeezed his little buns with her hooves and promised him so many naughty things they would do when the doors were closed.

"Rarity," Spike gasped, this time as Rarity slid her mouth down onto his achingly-hard dragon-cock. She slurped and slobbered all over it, leaving gobs of saliva to drip down the shaft and onto his balls, all the while giving gentle shoves to the base of the toy, pressing it up inside him just a little more, nudging that special spot that made him feel like his entire lower half was on fire, he was going to explode and shoot at any moment...

"That's it, Spikey," Rarity cooed with her mouth half-wrapped around his shaft. "Give momma a big sticky load of your love."

"Ahhhngh!"

Spike groaned incomprehensibly and thrashed on the bed like he was possessed, jerking his hips up and back onto the bed again, slamming the base of the toy into him with whatever force he could muster, each jolt of it into his ass seeming to send a surge straight to his balls and up his cock like white hot lightning. Rarity murmured and moaned gently around his shaft, but let his head hang free, which meant most of his cum shot straight up at her face and painted her mouth, chin, and mane. Rarity didn't seem perturbed one bit by the violent spray, and kept her attentions gentle and persistent, bobbing her head and slurping with her tongue as she squeezed every drop of cum out of the baby dragon's balls.

When he'd finished cumming, Spike collapsed into the bed like he'd fallen back into a cold pool on a summer day. His butt was extra-sensitive, and he cringed a little as Rarity gripped the base of the toy and pulled it out, slowly and well-lubed. It always felt a little stranger coming out than going in, though maybe that was just because he'd always shot a load just before taking it out.

Rarity snuggled up to him on the bed, not even bothering to clean the cum off her face. She let it hang on like a face-mask, and Spike didn't seem to mind, as most of it got on the pillow as she cuddled up behind him, wrapping her hooves around his chest.

Ahhhh...

The two of them sighed in unison. The bedroom smelled intensely of coconut lube and sex-sweat.

Spike seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream, his head snapping up as though he'd just remembered something important.

"Oh," he said. "Last night."

Rarity nodded, smiling devilishly.

"Mhm-hmm. You've put some thought into it then?"

"I dunno, Rarity. I'm kinda nervous..."

Rarity patted Spike on the head and ran her hoof down his spines and back, resting at the base of his tail and rubbing in soft little circles, which caused him to groan and push himself back into her hoof.

"We don't have to move any faster than you're comfortable with. Though, I wonder if leaving the toy at home this time might make things a bit easier."

"So just your hooves and uh... tongue and stuff? How would you... how would you do that without anypony noticing?"

Rarity's smile broadened, and a dark, delightful fire burned behind her eyes.

"You just leave that up to me, dear."