Spike, Although...

"One vanilla eclair, please," Rarity said. She and Spike were both standing at the counter, ordering after a lengthy weight in an equally lengthy line.

The summer heat made Sugarcube Corner a prime ice-cream destination, and there were throngs of foals walking about everywhere, talking loudly and sharing their cones in fits of giggles. Spike huddled close to Rarity as they went through the line, clutching his tail and trying his best not to move in a way that would make the plug shift up against the special spot deep in his butt that made him hit a pitch so high it was barely audible and sometimes cry when he was finished cumming. Rarity was always so sweet, hugging him and kissing and letting him know, no, dear, not to worry, that's quite common, it's nothing at all to be ashamed of. Rarity. Spike liked to say the word in his head to himself, just to feel the sound of it across the skipping of his heart.

"And for you?" the pony behind the counter asked. It was someone Spike didn't recognize, a temp worker the cakes had hired on for the season, perhaps. It certainly was Pinkie Pie or Mrs. Cake, in any case.

"Uh... I'll have... do you still have any, uh, cream puffs?"

"Yep. How many would you like?"

"Just two, please."

"And I'll have two as well," Rarity added. She pulled a small pouch of bits out of her bag. "They just look so tiny and sweet I can't resist. Two little circles together like that. They just seem so delicious, don't they?"

The pony behind the counter smiled as Rarity giggled, but Spike let out a little 'eep' and clutched his hands extra tight to his butt underneath his tail. He took a second to realize what he'd done, and then jerked his claws away as fast as he'd put them there. Even if nopony else had noticed or done the rest of the math, Rarity spotted him, and she giggled as the pair made their way to the counter and Rarity paid for the afternoon's snacks. She even found an unoccupied table for them in the far corner of the room, where only a few nearby ponies could see if they were paying attention—and most of them weren't.

Spike got into his seat gingerly, taking extra care to lower himself down slowly, and still wincing slightly as he felt the base of the toy press into his cheeks and the slender shaft inside his butt wiggle slightly from side to side.

His claw reached his mouth before the gasp escaped, and Rarity smiled approvingly as Spike worked through his tiny bout of moans. It took him a few seconds, but eventually he managed to sit still and contain the tingles, and even gave Rarity a weary-looking smile from across the table.

Rarity, who had just taken a bite of her eclair, smirked at him with cream still on her lips, then licked it off, taking care to let her tongue linger extra long as it traced along her lips.

Spike stared across the table, open-mouthed, claw still poised on one of his cream puffs.

Rarity giggled.

"This is nice, isn't it?" she asked, as though they were out for a perfectly normal afternoon togther, and not sitting mutually on a naughty game, and, in Spike's specific case, sitting on the plastic base of a three or four inch butt-plug.

"Yeah," Spike said, only sounding a little forced. "Nice."

Rarity took a sip of her tea. The tip of her horn glowed, though nothing atop or nearby the table that Spike could see began to move with it.

Then he felt the plug slide out of his butt, somehow sliding between his cheeks and along the seat of the chair behind him. Spike grabbed the table with both claws and sunk his hands into the wood. He felt the plug move, in the other direction, as Rarity downed another sip of her tea. Her horn was barely brighter at all, you had to look at the right angle to make sure it wasn't just the sunlight... but Spike felt it, alright. Moving again, back the other way. Slow, agonizing pulls. Back, and forth. Back, and forth.

Spike grabbed a handful of tablecloth, shoved it into his mouth, bit down, and screamed into the muffled clump of fabric.

Rarity was impressed. The noise barely carried, and if she clanked her teacup hard against her saucer, it practically drowned it out all together. She'd practiced the horn-work, of course. Keeping the glow subdued was a fine art, as were many of Rarity's other pursuits, so the whole thing had come naturally after a little while.

Spike, on the other hand, looked ready to come in no time at all.

"Rarity," he said, through grunts and suppressed groans. "You didn't say... unh... that you'd be... using... magic like that..."

"Didn't I?" Rarity looked obliviously across the table with her eyes wide. "My word, I'm sure I made a plan to say something... it must have slipped my mind, in all the confusion and excitement of preparation."

Spike groaned and leaned forward to plant his head on the table. He lifted his butt off the chair, inadvertently giving Rarity better access with the toy, letting her make more full, plunging motions, even cute little slapping sounds made from the base hitting against Spike's soft butt, again just barely muffled by the clatter of the afternoon clientelle and Rarity's helpful teacup clanking.

A few ponies had looked over, but most had just smiled at Spike's skirt, or the site of the two of them on a date, and then gone back to their own affairs. One pony, however, noticed two of her friends right in her neighbourhood, and decided she needed right then and there to stop by and say hello.

"Hey you guys!" Pinkie Pie said. She waved wildly across the store at the pair. Both noticed her, but Rarity was the one to wave back, while Spike pulled his tail over his head and tried very hard to camouflage himself with the tablecloth.

Pinkie was all smiles as she bounded over, as was Rarity as Pinkie arrived. Spike gave a half-hearted grin and a limb shake of his claw before going back to clenching his teeth and chewing down on the chunk of tablecloth he was now in danger of biting off entirely.

"Pinkie, what an absolute delight! Imagine seeing you here!"

Pinkie giggle and gave Rarity a big hug. She made to give Spike one too, but he waved her away, prompting a perplexed head-tilt from Pinkie.

"Spike's feeling a bit under the weather today, darling. We thought may be getting out and about for some fresh air and some of these delicious desserts would be the thing to lift his spirits... but I'm afraid these new colds are as persistent as Applejack in front of an apple-field."

"That's pretty persistent!" Pinkie Pie said with a whistle.

Rarity nodded. "Indeed. Tell us, Pinkie, what brings you here today?"

"Well, I live and work here, so that's one reason," Pinkie Pie said with a smile. "But also, I was hungry, and I wanted to come in for a rainbow lemonade, only, nopony else knows how to make them like I do, so I wanted to go behind the counter and make one myself, only, the new pony that Mr. and Mrs. Cake hired—I think his name's 'Walnut Bread'? Or maybe it's 'Peanut Loaf'?—anyway, he didn't know who I was, so when he saw me behind the counter, he was all 'Hey you, get out from behind the counter!', and I was all 'Hey, it's just me, Pinkie Pie! I just wanna make a rainbow lemonade, I'll be like two secs!'. And then he was all, 'The Cakes will fire me if I get caught having sex on the job twice!', and anyway, that's how I got a date for Thursday evening! What's new with you two?"

Spike found a brief reprieve from the anxious waterfall of pleasure building up inside him as his brain attempted to work out the bits and pieces of Pinkie's highly-detailed rambling. Rarity paused the movement of the toy for a second, lulling him into a false sense of security, then began moving it again just when he'd started to relax, which prompted an extra hard tablecloth bite and another sideways look from Pinkie Pie.

"Is he feeling okay?" Pinkie Pie asked, her forehead furrowed in concern. "Maybe you two should go see Nurse Redheart. I don't think eating tablecloths is a normal symptom of... well, anything!"

Rarity found it impossible to hide her smirk, so she worked on for a few seconds, holding her hoof over her mouth, and eventually managed to cobble together a good-enough 'innocent' look, which she presented to Pinkie.

"Hmm, you think so, do you?" she asked, stirring a stick in her mostly finished cup of tea. "Maybe we should. I wouldn't want anything happening to poor Spikey, of course."

Rarity slammed the toy home extra hard and left it stuck there, buried in Spike's butt and poking up against his insides in a way that made his whole body shake.

Pinkie Pie stared at Spike as he shuddered and clung to the table for support.

"Geez," she said. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were gonna pass out!"

"Heavens!" Rarity got up from the table with her bag over her shoulder. "Spike, do you hear that? We'd better get you to a hospital immediately, before your symptoms get any worse. Do you hear me? Up, Spike. Let's go. We can do this."

Spike opened his eyes to a general blurriness. If he moved one inch, his cock was going to paint the inside of his skirt, and the underside of the table, and Pinkie Pie, maybe, with a hot, thick load of cum that felt like it had been brewing up in his balls for weeks. In reality, it'd been about sixteen hours, but newfound lust was a certain type of magic when it came to generating cum. Spike could have had enough to flood an ocean just spending a week with Rarity, playing games like this.

It was, therefore, no surprise when, as Rarity picked Spike up with her glowing horn, and slammed him down onto her back to ride to the hospital, that Spike came, and threw himself forward as he did so, grabbing onto the back of Rarity's neck and rocking his hips back and forth, painting the purple frills with white and blending in heavy spurts of cream with Rarity's ivory-white coat.

From Pinkie Pie's perspective, Spike was in the throes of agony, clinging to Rarity for dear life as his body wracked back and forth between its internal sufferings.

For Rarity, Spike was nestled up against her like a cute little colt up against its mother, and the look on his face of a cute, innocent boy suddenly overcome with passion and pleasure and feeling his naughty little cock spray cum everywhere and make such a mess of things no matter what he did... yes, that was it. That was what Rarity had come to see.

Rarity gave Pinkie a curteous wave as she trotted out of Sugarcube Corner, Spike still clinging to her back and moaning desperately as though his stomach was tangled in knots, instead of just his balls clenching up over and over.

Pinkie Pie wore the same worried look for a while as she watched them go, until the pair vanished, and she plunked herself down at the same table, wondering how it was so many little misfortunes could find their way into the lives of her friends.

Then she felt the sticky stuff on her hoof, across the top of the tablecloth.

She sniffed it, then gave it a lick.

Not the cream filling they had for sale. That was for sure.