Chapters Spike, However... Spike, Nevertheless... Spike, Yet... Spike, Still... Spike, On the Other Hoof... Spike, Aside From... Spike, Not Including... Spike, Disregarding... Spike, Except... Spike, Omitting... "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."
The next day, Spike met Rarity at her house-slash-boutique with as bright-eyes and bushy a tail as he could manage, which in the scale department, wasn't much, but warranted an A for effort regardless.
Rarity beamed when she opened her door to find the tiny dragon waiting for her, and swept him inside with her hooves like he was a delicious parcel that she'd been waiting on for weeks. Some kind of forbidden cheesecake, or an illicent package from 'Naughty Dragon'. Maybe the sort of thing Fluttershy would order, in fact.
But, it was a real dragon. A live, in the flesh-and-scales baby dragon. A cute one, at that. Spike looked perpetually pleased to be there, always warm on his cheeks and blushing and nervously shuffling his claws around and looking in a different direction. Rarity could practically eat him up.
Today, she wanted to show her baby dragon off to the world.
"I'm delighted you're here on time, darling. I've picked out a wonderful outfit for you to wear that should complete our day's plans nicely. Tell me what you think, won't you?"
Rarity held up the fashion item in question, which was a purple, sparkly and frilly skirt that looked like it had been pulled from Twilight's dress-up closet as a filly. There were sequins. Lots of sequins.
"You want me to wear that ?" Spike asked, incredulous. Maybe he didn't need to say that he was incredulous. He wasn't used to wearing clothes besides suits in the first place... and that might make him look... how would be best to put it delicately... well, that was the word, wasn't it. 'Delicate'?
Rarity nodded and smiled at him. Held the skirt out for him to try on.
"Yes, dear. It should compliment the tone of your scales nicely, and you'll look just so adorable with your tail dressed up like that. I made a little hole for it to poke out of, you see, where it just so happens somepony could slide their hoof for easy access as well..."
Spike turned extra crimson as the thought of Rarity poking and prodding at his butt and the base of his tail in public, under a frilly, purple skirt flooding his mind. For some reason, he found his objections softening by the second, the longer he lingered in the imaginary world where he'd already donned the skirt and walked into the center of Ponyville wearing it, everypony could see him walking with Rarity, his pony, gussied up and made to look all fancy for her, or for everypony else to see how special he was...
"Geez," he said. "You really think it'll look... good, on me?"
"My dear, I'm positively certain of it." Rarity kissed Spike on the forehead, which left a tiny lipstick mark on the top of his scales. Rarity smirked and buffed it out with a hoof, though from the windswept look on Spike's face and the hearts beating in his eyes, maybe she could have left it there as a collector's item.
"Well, if you say so..."
Rarity was all smiles as she helped Spike into his skirt. She did up her saddle bag once he was dressed, making sure to pack plenty of lube and a few trinkets and accessories that might prove useful over the course of the afternoon. There was no definite plan, so to speak, where Rarity had plotted out the course and mapped out the ponies she would be passing by, the exact moments she would reach for Spike's tight, timid little behind and give his luscious little cheeks a squeeze. She figured she'd be doing that too often to bother planning for anyway.
No. This was a date, plain and simple. Only odd if you looked at it sideways, when in fact you might catch Rarity smirking as she ran her hoof over Spike's cheeks and prodded his cute little butthole and made him jerk and squirm and leak precum all over the inside of his skirt... ooh. It was impossible to wait any longer.
"Let's go, Spikey. We've got a big afternoon ahead of us."
"Oh, geez..."
The two made out into town as though it were any other day of the week (it was in fact a Tuesday). Rarity was all smiles, and while Spike did his best to mimic her, it was hard to cover up the nervous feeling grumbling in his stomach like he'd downed a butterfly milkshake.
Rarity was right about the skirt not drawing any untoward attention, but it did draw attention nonetheless, and even though it was positive, and colts and fillies alike would stop, notice the cute little dragon in his accent of purple and green frills. They'd smile, and wave, and give compliments, and Spike would blush and do his best to hide himself under the tiny skirt. Though he was accustomed to walking around naked normally, having just the hint of exposure for his soft little rump made him anxious, and he used his tail to keep the skirt down at the behind, even though Rarity's hoof could find easy access whenever it wanted. She kept her attention mostly family-friendly until the pair passed through a small road without many other ponies around.
Without even looking around to make sure nopony was watching, Rarity ran her hoof along Spike's back and rubbed at the base of his tail.
Spike's cheeks, dyed permanent read from the constant onset of blush and embarrassment, went up a notch in brightness, and he made a tiny squeaking sound that was muffled by his closed mouth.
Rarity giggled and squeezed the base of the baby dragon's tail extra hard, then withdrew her hoof, leaving Spike with a warm, fuzzy feeling in his tummy and a partial hard-on underneath the front of his skirt.
Spike wasn't able to keep himself from looking around. But nopony seemed to have noticed. They were going about their business in a practically choreographed way, as though Rarity had paid them to look the other direction. And Rarity looked as innocent as ever, her face the perfect mask of calm and poise.
"Rarity," Spike said meekly, "can't we get in trouble if somepony sees us?"
Rarity put her hoof to her mouth as she mulled the question.
"Hmm... I suppose that is a remote possibility... though there's an equal chance of somepony joining in the fun, isn't there?"
Spike was almost pure crimson, and he made another little 'eep' and clutched his tail in his claws.
"There... there is?"
"Equestria doesn't have any law against public affection, dear. How would we get by during the Estrus Season?"
Spike scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"I, uh... I didn't think about that, actually..."
Rarity smiled and patted Spike's head daintily.
"Well, my dear, you're not quite old enough to deal with the... difficulties of the season yet, are you?"
Spike didn't know what Rarity meant by 'difficulties'. He knew that during the Estrus Season, or 'heat', as it was colloquially known, Twilight spent almost all her time alone in her room or away at somepony else's house—usually a mare she was close friends with. Once or twice Spike had noticed her inviting unfamiliar stallions over, and rushing them into her room quickly so that Spike wouldn't notice. But he did notice.
"I guess not," Spike said. His cock felt sensitive as it rubbed up against the soft skirt fabric, and he groaned a little and bucked his hips forward into the air.
Rarity grinned.
"That doesn't mean you're not growing up very fast, though. You'll be a fully grown draconus gigantium before we know it."
"Does that mean 'big dragon'?" Spike guessed.
Rarity smiled her winning smile and flipped her main coyly over her shoulder.
"Well, I just made it up, but I imagine it might be something close to that if you looked it up. Perhaps we'll ask Twilight some time soon, hmm?"
Rarity punctuated her rhetoric with a tiny thump of her hoof into Spike's back-side, a playful little spank, which made the baby dragon jump slightly and groan the same way he had just from the touch of the soft skirt over the head of his underage cock.
Still, nopony else seemed to be paying attention. Although... no. Was that... somepony looking at them?
The earth pony in question turned his head as soon as Spike thought he noticed... but the look seemed unquestionable. Despite the jolt of fear in his stomach, Spike felt his cock harden beneath his skirt, now pressing even harder into the soft fabric, and probably smearing it with dragon precum as well.
"Rarity," Spike said quietly, leaning towards her slightly, "I think somepony might be watching us."
Rarity raised an eyebrow, but looked utterly unconcerned.
"Really ," she said. She turned her head around to survey the surroundings, and indeed, spotted one earth pony wearing a fetching black hat with his head turned. Again, he jerked his eyes in the other direction the moment he noticed Rarity watching him.
"Hmm," Rarity said. She pondered for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as the hot sun beat down overhead.
"Perhaps we should move somewhere slightly less... well-trafficked."
"Where do you mean?" Spike asked.
Rarity grinned at him.
"Oh, don't you worry. I have just the place."
The library, as it turned out, had maybe ten ponies there that day, most of them noses buried in books or copies of the local paper. The librarian noticed them as they entered, and waved a friendly hello, but beyond that, they were free to slip into the rows of books with Spike's half-hard cock still begging for attention and Rarity sneaking her hoof into the tail-hole of his skirt the moment they were out of plain sight.
"Rarity," Spike whispered. He felt Rarity's hoof moving along his tail, making him shiver, and going even further, past the base of his tail, pressing into his butt and giving his cheeks a squeeze ... the rest of his sentence fell apart into a desperate murmur, which he only just managed to block by covering his mouth with a claw before the moan escaped. Rarity smiled at him with a single eyebrow raised.
"Hmm?" she said, pretending obliviousness. "I'm sorry, Spikey, I couldn't hear the rest. Do you mind repeating what it was you said?"
"I was saying ," Spike began, once again noticing Rarity's hoof begin to trace and explore underneath his skirt, "that we have to be really quiet or we're gonna get cau... cau..."
Rarity had snuck another hand underneath Spike's skirt the traditional way, and was massaging his butt from one cheek to the other, smirking as Spike rocked his ass back into her gentle squeezes, and bucking his hips forward in the other direction to press his cock up against the skirt and the skirt up against one of the rows of books separating them from the open view of the common room and the watchful librarian.
"What's that dear? Speak up, you're still a bit faint." Rarity's eyes sparkled mischieviously as she continued her booty-squeezes.
"We have to be quiet ," Spike managed between muffled grunts, his cock twitching each time he rubbed it against the book-case. "Or... unh... we're gonna get... unh... caught..."
"Oh, heavens!" Rarity feigned a gasp of shock, with a hoof to the side of her face. "We wouldn't want anything like that, would we? Somepony catching me playing with your adorable little behind, in a public place like this, hmm?"
"N-n-nooo," Spike managed, his body wracking back and forth between Rarity's exploring hooves and the friction of the book-case. He could barely keep his eyes open, and each time he thrust his hips forward, he let out a tiny little grunt into his arm, his claw clutching onto the book-case for support.
"So I suppose I'd better not do something like this , should I?"
Rarity had reached forward with one of her hooves and taken hold of Spike's aching, rock-hard, prepubescent, precum-leaking cock, and the moment he felt her hoof alongside his shaft, the poor dragon came, shooting a hot, stick stream of his jizz into the underside of his skirt and spattering it all over his legs and feet.
Spike leaned forward and bit his arm hard to keep from screaming. His hips kept rocking, and with each spurt of jizz that shot from his cock, he let out a muffled moan, his eyes clenched shut, his body moving through his orgasm on autopilot and leaving the watchfulness to Rarity.
"That's it, baby... let it out, let out all that cum for Mommy," Rarity cooed, stroking Spike's shaft nonstop and licking her lips lustfully as she watched the hot, potent load spill from the head of his cock and down to the ground like a viscous, virile waterfall.
Spike grunted and grunted and moaned and moaned and came and came, until eventually Rarity removed her hoof from his cock and butt, and let the final dribbles of white gold drip from the head of his cock and land with a quiet 'pap' on the library floor.
Even though nopony had come by or seen them, Rarity and Spike could hear murmurs from the other side of the book-case.
"Good job, my dear," Rarity said. She gave Spike a pat on the head, then a kiss, on his lips, which lingered just for a moment before pulling away, and left Spike hanging in mid-air, his eyes closed, his lips pursed with a dreamy expression on his face.
"Let's take our leave before we're asked to do clean-up duty, hmm?"
Spike nodded, and took Rarity's hoof with his claw as she led him down the row of books and around towards the exit, all with the knowing expression of somepony who has just coaxed a hot load of someone's balls in a library without being caught. You know, that one expression. I'm sure you know exactly what it looks like.
Spike, On the Other Hoof...
After finishing the fun at the library, Spike and Rarity went back to the carousel boutique to clean up Spike and get him out of his sticky skirt, but also to cuddle, and lounge on Rarity's four-poster bed and giggle and kiss each other under the voluminous throw-pillows scattered everywhere.
Spike was a little slow to open up again, still feeling overwhelmed and nervous from everything coming on so fast, but at least sure he was along for the ride with the right pony. Rarity was the one for him, even if falling deeper in love by the day also meant tumbling down the well or wormhole of butt-play that his special somepony seemed practically obsessed with. Every day Spike came over, Rarity would have new playthings and plans to go with them, and Spike wondered sometimes if she loved his butt as much as she loved Spike himself. Rarity seemed to catch onto those moments though, and always had a reassuring hug, kiss, and smile to let the little dragon know he was more important than any fun his hindquarters could provide.
Still. Stepping into town with the entire ploy under everypony's nose... it made Spike feel excited and nervous inside all together. Somehow he, his butt, and Rarity, were connected in a complicated web of desires. And Spike wasn't a spider, so he was a little unsure about any type of web attached to his butt.
But then there was Rarity. Soft, sweet, motherly, and always there with eyes wide and smile beaming when Spike showed up on her doorstep. He probably could have spent all his time there, if it wouldn't have led Twilight to wondering where he'd taken off to. He'd had to make enough excuses to sneak away as it was already.
Back at the Boutique, Rarity was running her hoof along Spike's head and pointed scales, stroking them softly and soliciting little coos of affection from her lover, who was spread out on the bed and practically leaving himself at the mercy of Rarity's wandering affections. Somehow, Rarity restrained her attentions from Spike's little behind, but she couldn't help but look at it every now and then and lick her lips as though she was staring down a delicious chocolate she was saving for after dinner. Spike was too caught up in the throes of pleasure to notice her stares, but if he had, he would have blushed that same bright, innocent way, and then maybe tilted his butt up a little and spread his tiny dragon legs to give Rarity access to his butt-hole, which was fast becoming used to different types of intrusion.
But Rarity just ran her hoof along his chest, and tail, and the back of his neck, and kissed him here and there, little fluttery pecks that left impressions of tiny lightning strikes, and occasionally a little bit of the lipstick Rarity had put on before their outing into town. Spike felt like he was floating on a cloud so high it might never come down again, and he was okay with that too, as long as Rarity was there with him.
"Spike," Rarity said at last, murmuring the dragon's name sweetly into his ear. "You were wonderful today, really. I've never had so much fun being so naughty in public before."
Spike blushed and played with his claws nervously.
"Aw, shucks. I just kinda did what felt natural..."
Rarity kissed him on the mouth, and even though it was a short kiss, Spike caught a taste of Rarity's tongue, commanding his lips open and slipping inside for just an instant before the kiss was over, and Spike was left hanging there, mouth still open, eyes closed.
"That's precisely my point, dear. It takes a lot of courage to follow your natural impulses when you're in a new situation. Or worried about... well, just worried, in general."
"Yeah..." Spike flicked his tail back and forth with the same anxious energy in his claw fiddling. "But... it was still really fun."
Rarity beamed, and gave Spike a big hug and a smooch on his forehead. Spike smiled dreamily and patted at his head where the kiss had been, as though he might be able to lock it in his memory better by tapping it into place.
"I wonder... would you be up for another round tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?" Spike knew Twilight would have a list of errands for him to run, but there was no reason he couldn't shuffle them around to the last minute, if Rarity wanted another 'play-date'... still, there was a catch, wasn't there? Spike was waiting for the other horseshoe to drop, so to speak. His butt was waiting for it too. "Yeah, I'd love to see you tomorrow... did you want to go to the library again?"
Rarity's grin reminded Spike of a cat about to pounce.
"Well... no. I had something a bit different in mind, now that you mention it.
"You do remember the toy we were introducing, don't you, Spikey?"
Spike gulped and nodded.
"I think I see where this is going..." he said.
Rarity's grin only confirmed it.
Tomorrow was going to require either a lot more willpower, luck, or both.
The pair met in the morning, when Spike had dashed off under the pretense of grocery shopping for the day, and Twilight wouldn't be likely to miss him as she was wrapped up in her usual midday studies. You know, the studies that follow early-morning studies, precede late afternoon studies, and are not remotely close in proximity to evening or twilight studies, not to be confused with Twilight studies, which was essentially everything Twilight studied, if you wanted to be technical about it.
Anyway. Spike showed up at Carousel Boutique the next morning. He'd left his skirt at Rarity's for cleaning, otherwise he would have changed into it before coming over. He was even starting to like the way the frills looked, not to mention the way they felt when he rubbed up against them...
Rarity opened the door with a brilliant smile and hungry eyes that made Spike feel like he might already be in over his head for the day.
"Spike! I'm so thrilled you're here. I barely got a wink of sleep last night, I was thinking ever-so-much about our plans for the day, what kind of naughty things we might get up to..."
"Uh, yeah," Spike said. He followed Rarity with his eyes as she darted around the room, adjusting and tweaking and getting the last bits and pieces ready for their outing. Spike saw her throw a bottle of lube and a few long, cylindrical objects into a bag, along with a set of towels, ostensibly to do on-the-fly cleanup and avoid leaving quite a big a mess as yesterday. Rarity was always thinking ahead, it seemed.
When Rarity was certain she'd gathered every last piece of the play-date's puzzle, she zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, then turned to Spike with a smile.
"I've gotten your outfit all cleaned up, it's hanging up just over there." She pointed to a clothes-line dangling above Spike's head, and he looked up to notice the purple frills had been hanging over him the entire time he'd been inside. He reached up to grab the outfit, but struggled, as the clips were fastened tight and out of his reach.
Rarity smiled gently, and her horn glowed as she opened the clips. The skirt came tumbling down onto Spike's head, and landed skewed over his face, making him look a bit like a cupcake that had been squished. Rarity couldn't help but giggle at the annoyed look on Spike's face.
"You know, you might be able to set a new fashion standard like that," Rarity said, her voice musical and amused. "Skirts-on-faces. It'll be an avant-garde hit!"
"Har har," Spike said as he yanked the skirt off his face. "Very funny."
Rarity giggled and patted Spike on the head.
"I'm sorry, dear. I simply couldn't resist."
If Rarity was this mischievous inside-of-doors, what in Equestria was Spike getting himself into once he stepped outside?
Ponies on the way downtown still waved and smiled at Spike. He almost felt like he was beginning to get used to the extra attention, and even managed to smile and wave back at a few, curling his tail into his claws and blushing adorably against the purple-green of his scales and skirt.
Rarity was most hooves-off on the way to their destination, though she couldn't hide her smiles when other ponies noticed her pretty little companion in his best dress-up attire. She would stare at Spike's behind underneath the skirt and lick her lips as he waggled his cute little tail, and only through reminding herself of the pay off the awaited at the end of the delayed gratification rainbow could she keep from reaching out to touch the butt. The butt was ever-present. It yearned to be touched.
But eventually they made it to Sugarcube Corner, which at this time of day was filled with ponies enjoying afternoon treats of ice cream and cream puffs and anything else that looked smooshy and sweet. Spike looked smooshy and sweet, and therefore Rarity concluded he was just as delicious as any of the confections on display, if not more so. And she was the one who'd seen him without a skirt. Well... so had most of Ponyville. But seeing someone in a skirt, and then taking it off them... that was another matter altogether.
Spike couldn't hide his nervousness on the way in. He noticed immediately there were a lot more ponies present than there had been at the library, and as a result began wondering instantly whether or not he could complete even the difficult task of hiding the game as a whole, whether he might just blurt out suddenly "Rarity's gonna touch my butt!" and then cover his mouth afterwards, beet-red in the wave of shame as everypony's eyes fell on him and his erstwhile mistress.
Keep it together, Spike. No one's even started touching yet.
But of course (and there was, of course, a butt), Rarity had decided to take things yet another step further. She gave Spike a quick knowing nod and wink before leaning over to whisper in his ear.
"Meet me in the bathroom. Five minutes," she said, taking care to lick lightly at the outside of Spike's ear and test his composure with the first of many little tingles and groans that would yearn to creep out of his mouth and alert the surrounding observers to the true goings on. Spike did a good job, even managing to muffle the sound of his eager whimper without needing to clamp his claw over his mouth. Rarity smiled even brighter, then took off into the crowd, leaving Spike to mingle in his pretty purple frills before the pair met up again to complete step two of the plan.
The long, plastic, well-lubricated part of the plan.
Spike made his way to the bathroom at his best estimate of five minutes, only to realize Rarity hadn't specified which one to use. Ponyville had started to incorporate a standard of three bathrooms in every public building, and Spike didn't know which gender identification Rarity expected more privacy in.
Luckily, Rarity was there to guide him forward. She peeked out the door of the mare's room and waved him in, and Spike darted forward to follow her without checking to see if anypony was watching, hoping Rarity had done the recon necessary to keep them hidden. The bathroom opened up into a set of stalls, and Rarity dragged Spike inside one near the end and locked the door behind them.
Watching Rarity take the lube and toys out of her bag, Spike was reminded of a heavy-metal poster he'd seen once in Rainbow Dash's room, of a female demon, or succubus, he thought maybe they were called, riding atop a fire-breathing dragon, wearing a crown of flames and not much else. The look in her eyes made Spike feel nervous and excited, and a little bit like he should be worried about being eaten. Ponies didn't eat dragons though... did they?
"You can choose whichever colour you like, dear," Rarity instructed as she laid out the selection of toys. All the same stout length and restrained girth, but still a feat-and-a-half for Spike's young dragon-butt in-training. Spike sized up his options, scouring for a toy that maybe had a half-an-inch here or there missing, and finally picked the blue one, for no reason other than it reminded him of Rarity's eyes.
Rarity smiled as Spike indicated his selection with a claw pointed forward. She tucked up the rest of the toys into the bag, then uncapped the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount onto the toy. She rubbed it along the length of the artificial dong with her hooves, until it was nice and shiny. Then she turned to Spike, smiling, and gestured in a circle with her hoof.
"Turn around, dear. No need to be nervous. You've got plenty of practice by now."
Spike turned and spread his legs as requested, bracing himself with his claws on the cold metal of the bathroom stall door. He hung his head low and stared at the bathroom tile as he felt Rarity move behind him, the tangible presence of the toy as it hovered just inches away from his tight little butt-hole, which he was clenching on and off out of nervousness.
"Relax," Rarity cooed from behind him. She put a hoof on Spike's back and massaged up and down his scales, rubbing softly at the base of his tail and the top of his head, which was his favorite spot, and made him pant and whimper like a little puppy with its ear being scratched. "Just relax, and remember to breathe, Spikey. You can do it."
"I can do it," Spike repeated to himself uncertainly. His claws began to dig into the metal door as Rarity pushed the tip of the toy inside his butt. He felt himself clenching, then remembered to relax, then willed it, over and over again, repeating the word 'relax' to himself in his head, until finally, without Rarity pushing any harder at all, the tip slipped in, and then the first inch, and once that was done the rest would practically be a cake walk. Spike knew that from experience.
"You're doing wonderfully, dear," Rarity whispered with a soothing voice. She slid the toy in slowly, making sure to let Spike pant and gasp as he felt himself filling up with the lubricated plastic. Rarity pushed until the whole thing was in, only a few inches, but still plenty for the young dragon, and the translucent blue base, when it was tucked right up against his cheeks, was almost invisible to the naked eye, if you happened to be lifting up Spike's skirt and looking below his tail anyway. Which Rarity planned to be doing a lot of, in the next little while.
Spike stood up shakily, taking his claws off the door one at a time, until he was steady on his feet, and then just shifted a bit from side to side, adjusting his skirt and making uncomfortable-looking faces as he moved.
"You'll get used to it in no time, dear," Rarity said. She tucked up the bottle of lube and zipped up her bag, and threw it back over her shoulder and was ready to leave the bathroom just like that. Just like that, Spike was hiding a very special secret between the both of them, and today's challenge was to keep it too himself the entire time they were out enjoying an afternoon snack together. All he had to do was sit and eat his cream puffs.
Sitting, though...
Rarity smirked.
She'd thought about this for a while, of course. But nothing was as sweet as doing it for real.
"Shall we?" Rarity extended a hoof and unlocked the door.
Spike nodded grimly and followed her outside, walking with a slight hitch in his step all the way.
"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.
Spike ran across (not literally, of course) Pinkie Pie the next day, the odd occasion he had to actually do chores for Twilight and leave Rarity to scheme away on her next plan for their day together. That was tomorrow, in fact, and Spike was lost in thought about Rarity's smile and his sensitive little butt, and therefore didn't notice Pinkie Pie, and bumped into her with enough force to knock him onto aforementioned bottom with a cute-sounding 'oof'.
Pinkie Pie beamed at Spike as she helped him up. Spike was all jitters and blush, noticing the sudden absence of the skirt he'd been wearing the last time they met, the same way he did whenever he went over to Rarity's now. Somehow, being naked was much more exposed than before.
"Hi, Spike!" Pinkie gave Spike a hug with her usual over-bounding enthusiasm, and a pat on the back for good measure, which made Spike's tail quiver, as it felt incredibly similar to Rarity's pats and strokes when they were out in town. "Are you excited for tomorrow night or what?"
Spike's confusion cut through his awkward nerves. He blinked once or twice, then tilted his head to the side.
"Tomorrow... night?"
Pinkie smiled and nodded rapidly at him.
"What are we doing tomorrow night?" Spike asked.
"Why, the same thing we do every night, Spike!" Pinkie Pie grabbed Spike with both hooves and pulled and smooshed his face until it looked like a green-and-purple pancake. "Try to take over the world?"
"Uh... Pinkie?" Spike murmured through his squished-out mouth.
"Narf!"
"Pinkie, my face hurts."
"Oops! Sorry about that."
Pinkie Pie let go and Spike's face snapped and curled up on itself like a rolled up piece of parchment. Pinkie Pie yanked it down, and after a quick 'pop', Spike's face returned to its normal shape, albeit with a bit of soreness in his neck, which Spike began to rub with a grudging expression.
Pinkie Pie shrugged her shoulders.
"What can I say. Comedy is unpredictable sometimes."
Spike still had no idea what she meant by 'tomorrow night', or if she was just joking about the whole thing. He decided asking questions would be counterproductive with Pinkie Pie involved.
"I've gotta go finish these chores," Spike said. He held up his list of daily errands as evidence, only two bright-red check-marks at the top indicating his modest progress.
Pinkie Pie just smiled and nodded.
"No problem-oh! I'll see you when I see you, Spikey!"
Hmm... usually only Rarity called him that.
Was it bad that he liked it just as much coming from Pinkie Pie?
He'd ask Rarity about that later.
'Later' turned out to be that night. Upon seeing Spike's glacial pace and allocating the rest of the workload herself, Twilight had completed almost every chore on the list before Spike had come back from his third assignment. As a result, Spike had gotten the rest of the night off, and a quick call to Rarity (they have phones in Equestria somebody look this up I'm sure of it) meant that whatever Rarity had in store for their next visit could be moved up ahead of schedule. Spike even had permission to sleep over, since the weekend was coming up. He intended to take full advantage of that privilege.
What he didn't expect to see, when he knocked at the door of the Carousel Boutique with his customary half-quiet three taps, was Pinkie Pie, smiling at him from the inside of the boutique. He didn't expect to see Pinkie Pie anywhere that day, but she did tend to pop up in unexpected places. Spike hoped dearly that this was simply the delivery of an important party invitation he'd missed earlier. It certainly wasn't 'tomorrow night' yet. Was it?
"Hi, Spikey! Rarity told me you guys were free tonight instead of tomorrow, so I shifted my schedule and made time to come over and hang out! Isn't that great?"
Spike found it hard to stare directly at Pinkie's full-power smile. He stared around her instead, letting the awkwardness he felt every time he showed up at Rarity's mingle with this new type of hesitation and overpower him to the point where moving seemed a far-away fantasy. Spike settled for forcing his head down and staring at his own feet, which looked fine, fair enough, but weren't anywhere near as interesting as Rarity, or the chest of toys she always had pulled out when Spike arrived. That she had pulled out now, as a matter-of-fact, Spike was sure he saw it resting on the table out of the corner of his eye...
Then there was Rarity, peeking out from behind Pinkie Pie, opening the door even wider and smiling that naughty, heart-pounding smile.
"Hello, dear! I trust you found the place alright?" Rarity giggled sweetly, showing more and more often that she was unable to resist a joke when she was already a little drunk on the thrill of knowing more than anypony else what was going on. The same girlish fits she got into when she had Spike bent over, face against the headboard, begging nicely for Rarity to fill him up from behind until he sprayed cum all over the towel Rarity had laid out for him, and usually a little bit past that as well, which Rarity insisted he clean up on his own most of the time, unless she was feeling particularly thirsty.
"Uh, yeah." Spike answered before he had time to realize the question was a joke, and when he did, the feeling of embarassment bubbling in his stomach tripled, sending the butterflies that had taken up permanent residence there swirling around in a powerful localized tornado.
Rarity ushered Spike in at full-blush, shutting the door behind him and, to Spike's relative horror, locking it tightly with a glow of her horn.
"What's Pinkie Pie doing here?" Spike managed to whisper as Rarity ushered him over to the living room arrangement she'd set up, bean-bag chairs and throw pillows and enough blankets and fluffy things that you could pretty much lay down anywhere. She'd even pushed the couch to the side to open up the space in the middle.
And there was a bottle of lube sitting in the center of the circle.
"Well, it seems when we took our leave of Sugarcube Corner, you and I left a little evidence that Pinkie Pie couldn't help but notice..."
"It was sweet, but definitely not from a cream puff," Pinkie Pie added helpfully, popping up from behind and revealing it was impossible to have a private conversation anywhere in her vicinity.
Rarity smiled, but Spike's mouth fell open, aghast that the two ponies were handling this revelation so calmly.
When Pinkie and Rarity saw him staring, they both laughed for a long while, only eventually settling into weakened whimpers and wiping away of tears whether or not they were actually there.
"Oh, Spikey," Rarity said, giving Spike a pat on the head and a kiss there as well, "there's nothing to be worried about or ashamed of. You and I aren't the only ones in Ponyville who like to 'play' this way."
"I love to play!" Pinkie Pie said. She looked Spike square in the face, daring him to question her potential misinterpretation. The second Spike opened his mouth to speak, Pinkie Pie turned and licked Rarity on the side of her face with a giant, long tongue. Rarity giggled, and Pinkie Pie licked again, this time on her neck, then her collarbone, each lap getting less chaotic and more focused, bringing a louder series of moans from Rarity with each one.
When Pinkie Pie stopped licking, Rarity's neck and fur were wet, and she was panting slightly.
Spike was hard already, and he did a poor job of hiding it between his claws.
Pinkie giggled as Rarity reached towards Spike's claws and attempted to pull them apart.
"Come now, Spike... Pinkie Pie's a good friend of hers. You can trust her to be just as much fun to play with as I am."
"Rarity says you like butt stuff," Pinkie Pie said. She tilted her head thoughtfully, then turned around and faced the other direction. She lowered her head and wiggled her bouncy pink butt in Spike's face, and waved her tail over her cheeks to show them off. "Like this?" she asked, her tone helpful and suggestive.
Rarity giggled as Spike's face flushed pure red.
"That, uh... I don't, uh... that is, I mean, I've never, we, uh, haven't..." Spike was explosion of stammers, all while staring deadset at Pinkie's ass, jiggling up and down as she bounced her hips.
Pinkie finally stopped twerking and turned her head helpfully when Rarity tapped her on the shoulder.
"I should clarify that we both like... butt stuff." Rarity giggled as she said the words, somehow delighted in the absurdity of putting her obsession into such simple terms. "That is to say, Spike has a butt, and I quite like it, and when we do stuff, it's usually Spike's butt that gets most of the attention..."
Pinkie Pie nodded with an understanding expression.
"Oh, I get it!" She turned to the bottle of lube, and, though Spike hadn't noticed it before, the small blue plastic toy sitting next to it. Pinkie picked up both the toy and the bottle and held them towards Spike with both hooves. "Wanna have some fun with these, Spike? I bet this blue guy'd look real cute in your little dragon butt!"
Spike didn't have any more room left to blush, so he settled for a meager sounding whimper and clutching his tail in front of his stomach to again attempt to hide his erection. Whether or not that was possible, he couldn't hide from the tingles running through his body everytime his cock so much as brushed up against something, including his tail, and he coudln't ignore the steady volume of precum dripping out of the head of his dick like it was attempting to do the lube bottle's job and then some.
He nodded. The last bastion of attempting to be coy had fallen. And besides—what else had Rarity told Pinkie Pie already anyway? Spike was in the hooves of two greater fates, and he could only pray they'd be gentle when exploring his petite backdoor.
Rarity always had been, though not necessarily because she'd wanted to...
Pinkie Pie surprised Spike by kissing him, open-mouthed, at the same time that she went right for his butt, lifting his tiny tail out of the way and rubbing his cheeks like she was massaging him standing up. Spike was used to Rarity squeezing his butt, but just the sensation of somepony different doing it, even though her touch might have felt similar, it was worlds apart, a difference he could neither explain nor articulate. Pinkie Pie... she was more... playful? She would squeeze in light and hard, like she was alternating in a game to herself, and instead of delighting and drowning in the sound of Spike's pleasure every time he let a moan escape, Pinkie Pie seemed interested in her own pleasure, just savouring the sensation of her hoof running over Spike's tight little backside and making him squeal when she pushed up against his nervous rosebud. Rarity had called it that sometimes before. Spike never understood the metaphor quite properly.
"Pass me those, would you, Pinkie?" Rarity gestured to the toy and lube still in Pinkie's hooves, and after a moment to hear her through the makeout-frenzy, and another to remember how to use her hooves, Pinkie passed the two implements over, and Rarity's diabolical grin took over her whole face.
"Spikey," Rarity said, uncapping the lube with a glow of her horn, "do remember to relax, alright?"
Spike mumbled his reply into Pinkie's mouth. He thought it was an 'okay'.
The lube was chilly, as usual, but Spike was getting used to that.
He was getting used to Rarity's hooves, too, joining Pinkie's and squeezing each cheek before prying them apart, slightly (Spike always washed thoroughly before coming over, better safe than sorry), and staring with longing at his underage entrance. He was almost used to the feeling of the tip of the toy prodding between his cheeks, pushing to gain purchase and make that first difficult half-inch a thing of the past.
Spike was learning to relax in a different way. He was remembering to breathe. The toy slipped in only after a few seconds, and Rarity was unable to contain her excitement.
"My, my ," she said as she slipped the rest of the toy in to the base almost effortlessly. "My little dragon has gotten very good after his practice. Hasn't he?"
Rarity rubbed Spike on top of the head, eliciting another muffled moan into Pinkie's mouth. With Rarity's signal, Pinkie finally pulled herself away from underage dragon makeouts, though she didn't look disappointed, as she was surely at least a little prepared for what was next.
Spike, on the other hoof, was finding out the plan each second it happened.
It happened like it was choreographed—once Spike was full up with the few inches that he could take comfortably, Rarity left his butt, as did Pinkie, though she was still on the front end of him. Then Rarity popped up, and both ponies went down to the floor, put their heads in front his crotch, and opened their mouths so wide Spike thought he could see down their throats.
Then they started to lick, and suck, and Spike wondered if Rarity had invested in sound-proofing, for the sake of the neighbours.
"Gaaahhh! R-rarity, that feels... ah!" Spike tried to at least let the girls know he was enjoying their performance, but speaking was a task his brain had relegated to a different dimension, and now there was only space reserved for 'watch helplessly as Pinkie Pie and Rarity drag their tongues up and down the side of your cock and lick up the precum dribbling from the head'. That was a very specific set of neurons, mind, but it was incredibly active, as though it had been training for the job.
Spike's cock was twitching, and so much precum was leaking from the head of his dick that it looked like Rarity had uncapped the lube again and poured it all over his shaft. Pony spit was mixing with the precum, until Spike's little cock was fully-lathered up and slick and ready to go, and that's when his balls clenched and seized and he started shooting cum all over Pinkie Pie and Rarity's faces. And their necks. And chests. And manes. Spike had a good range when he was turned on, and that was a lot lately. Rarity liked to test his virility from time to time by seeing how far he could shoot across the bed after a session of edging, each time getting progressively longer until Spike was squirming all fours and begging for release. They managed to make it to fifteen minutes last time before the poor baby dragon exploded all over himself without Rarity's hooves even touching him.
Rarity and Pinkie both seemed to revel in the white shower, tossing their heads back and moaning as they languished luxuriously in Spike's hot, creamy load. Spike panted and moaned as his balls emptied, and when they'd finished, he fell back and landed on his butt, which made him moan extra loud and coaxed one last extra concentrated shot of cum out of his cock, jostled by a firm knock to his prostate and painted straight across Rarity's beautiful closed eyes.
The pony pair giggled as they opened their eyes and saw each other respectively glazed in jizz.
"You look like a donut," Pinkie Pie said, laughing with strands of white dripping down her cheek.
Rarity smiled and stuck out her tongue.
"I assure you I'd be the most delicious donut you've ever tasted, dear." Rarity extended her tongue even further and licked up a glob of cum that was stuck to her cheek. She held out her tongue with the collected jizz on the center, letting both Pinkie and Spike see it for a moment, before she pulled her tongue into her mouth and swallowed with a hearty-sounding gulp. She giggled again, benefiting every day from newfound definitions of 'lady-like'.
"Huh-wah?" Spike was in a daze, that needed no clarification, but the impossibility of language in his post-orgasm state was funny enough to be worth recording.
Pinkie Pie and Rarity laughed, as they were getting used to, and hugged Spike as he sat, still plugged, on the boutique living room floor.
"Is this what you guys do every night?" Pinkie Pie asked. She laid back onto a set of pillows that was piled up behind her and went 'wheee!' as the pillows scattered around her like she'd jumped face first into a ball-pit... filled with pillows. The laws of physics had a habit of compromising themselves wherever Pinkie Pie was concerned anyway, so don't ask yourself how pillows are able to bounce around like that anyway. Just don't worry about it.
"Not every night... "
Spike and Rarity caught themselves speaking in unison.
"Huh," Spike said. "I thought that sort of thing only happened in cartoons."
"Ooh, you know what I should have said when I opened the door, Spike? I should have said, 'Sorry to butt in!' Wouldn't it have been hilarious if I said that? Spike? Wouldn't it?"
Having Pinkie Pie involved in play-time was evidently going to take some getting used to.
