A Rare Case

by Understatement

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Spike, Rarity, Profanity, Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 5604

Spike heads over to Rarity's to help her make a few dresses, not realizing she's in full heat.

Spike thought he was just in for a nice, calm day with Rarity, but the white mare had other plans. See, she'd been in heat for a while, and none of the stallions she'd gotten with just hadn't done it for her. However, after mentioning it to Twilight, she recommended Spike, who was surprisingly good in bed. They were having a good time until Rarity gets thrown into the worst blight she'd ever experienced. Spike walked in on her trying to pleasure herself and... well... he cures her of her ailment.

Published 2020-07-07 23:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-07-07 23:00:01 UTC

Shimmering Spines

Spike lifted his hand, claws all curled in except for his index, which was barely extruded to the first knuckle, to knock gently on the pristine object that was front door of Rarity's boutique. It was a delicate, soft noise-- a noise quite in character for the delicate, soft dragon.

As he waited for an answer, he bounced on the balls of his feet and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans. Slowly his eyes began to drift around the property, subconsciously noting the touches that were too subtle for him to care about when he was a younger dragon. Since he'd been getting more and more intimate with Twilight, he'd become more obsessed with little details. After all, the purple unicorn was a perfectionist to the highest degree. If a single hair was out of place, she would notice it.

The dragon studied the bushes and hedges, expertly trimmed into scenes of ponies elegantly dancing, twirling and dipping with lifelike motion. Whilst Rarity was a seamstress, she could easily have a back-up job as a master of topiary. Spike-- and the rest of Rarity's friends, for that matter-- all joked that she could make equally as much, if not more, money trimming hedges for the elite.

There were also the pots and plots of carefully selected flowers, yellow and blue petals brightening the just as well taken-care-of lawn. White was used sparingly as an accent, completing the perfect assortment like a bow on a present.

Moving to the boutique itself, the windows were sparkling clean, more see-through than a shimmering river. The walls were newly painted, new blues and pinks standing proud and crisp. It was clear the care Rarity put into the appearance of her boutique. However, as she opened the door, Spike was surprised how little care she put into her own appearance.

The white mare's purple mane was tangled and disheveled, tied into a messy bun which was held together by numerous bobby pins haphazardly stuck into the purple mass. Her usual makeup was gone, she didn't even bother to put on fake eyelashes. Instead of a gorgeous gown, she was wearing a simple sweatshirt and plain pants. There was no lace, no intricate stitching, nothing except the bare minimum amount of clothing. She was even going barefoot.

Rarity must have noticed Spike's staring for she coughed and cleared the silence with a greeting. "Spike!", she said with a soft smile, "thank you ever so much for coming."

Spike stared for a brief moment after before shaking his head and snapping out of it and returning the mare's smile. He held himself a bit awkwardly as it felt odd to be standing above Rarity, looking down on her. "Of course! What's going on, anyways?", he asked, peering into the boutique to try and see if there was a visible problem.

"Oh, nothing too serious", replied the mare, "I was just wondering if you could help me tweak a few designs for my next line. Some of them feel almost right but... they just aren't quite there yet." Spike couldn't see it then, but there was a glint in Rarity's sapphire-blue eyes that showed what she said wasn't the exact truth.

Spike smirked and raised a brow. "Wouldn't that be a spoiler?", he asked coyly, "let me guess, you'll have to kill me afterwards."

Rarity rolled her eyes and smirked, striking a sassy pose and putting her hand on her hip. "Oh, please, Darling," she paused, "I'd have to do much more than kill you!"

The two laughed jovially before Rarity gasped, "oh, how rude!" Spike tilted his head, worried that he'd done something wrong, but Rarity quickly dismissed that thought by opening the door fully. "Come on in, I've got some cucumber sandwiches ready for you."

Spike's stomach growled and he smiled sheepishly, walking inside. The smell of fresh cucumbers hit his nose but he ignored his growing hunger to take a look around. "You changed it up," he commented, "there's more room to walk around and browse."

He was right. The mannequins had been rearranged in a more efficient and spacious way and the furniture had all been moved for more room in the shop. Rarity nodded as she closed the door, running her manicured nail, which hadn't been retouched in weeks, along the ridges in it. "It was Sweetie Belle's idea," she said as she walked next to Spike, "she even helped me move things around when I got tired."

The two stood there for a few moments, admiring the new interior of the boutique. Spike's stomach interrupted the moment. He apologized profusely but Rarity giggled, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen.

"What about this one?", asked Rarity as she twirled around in the newest ensemble in her No-Sweat-Summer collection, "does it need any tweaks?" The outfit in question was a light blue dress with a sunflower pattern with a ribbon around the waist. There weren't any straps, but rather a piece of fabric scrunched up and tight around mid-shoulder that led into the short, puffy sleeves. The hemline went about halfway down the hip.

Spike sat in front of her, cross-legged, a paper plate slightly damp from cucumber lying beside him. He smiled, "I like the lack of straps, it makes it look lighter. The sunflower pattern's also really pretty."

Rarity bushed at his compliments, "why, thank you, Darling. It took me quite some time to make the fabric."

Spike nodded, "but the sleeves look a little out of place. It would be useful if you used the belled-out shape somewhere else." He looked the dress up and down before pointing at the bottom of it, "right there! If you sew along the bottom and pull tight you can bunch it up!"

Rarity looked at the bottom of the dress and smiled wide. "That'd look simply divine!", she exclaimed, "I swear, Spike, you should be my assistant instead of Twlight's! You know fashion better than I do!"

The purple dragon averted his gaze and gave a wobbly, embarrassed smile, waving his hand dismissively. "Oh, that's not true!", he chuckled. Well, it was almost true. He knew nearly as much about fashion as Rarity. He spent a lot of time with the white unicorn and when most of what your closest friend talks about is fashion, you tend to learn it.

Spike's modesty made Rarity giggle, "oh, Spike! You have a gift! Own it!" The purple-maned mare crouched down, "I hope nobody's been downplaying your achievements."

"Ah, no," Spike murmured, "it's just-- I don't want to downplay your achievements! You worked so hard to get your locations everywhere I- I just can't think it right to..."

The dragon had rambled for a while before looking up to notice Rarity was staring at him, a tight frown on her lips. He coughed and smiled awkwardly. "What I mean is- um-"

"Spike," Rarity interrupted, giggling, "be quiet. I understand what you're saying. You don't want to overshadow me." Spike nodded slowly and Rarity chuckled, putting her hand on Spike's. She took a deep breath, "I have something... uh... kind of personal to ask you..."

Spike tilted his head, looking at Rarity with a confused expression, "okay? Go ahead and ask, I suppose."

Rarity took a deep breath, "I feel... I feel unsafe in the bathroom... usually I get Sweetie Belle to stand outside but she's at Sweet Apple Orchard having a slumber party with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo..." Spike's expression remained, and Rarity sighed, "Spike I... I want you to come into the bathroom with me when I change."

Spike's face turned crimson almost instantly, the heavy blush spreading from his nose to his cheeks to his forehead until eventually, even the frilly ears on the sides of his head were stained a deep, deep red. "Rarity I- no I couldn't possibly- no, I- I-" he fumbled with his words. Whenever he thought he had a good grasp on what he was saying, it slipped through his claws and caused him to stutter.

Eventually, the flustered dragon settled on just averting his gaze. He was focusing intently on a mannequin dressed in a flowing, layered purple dress that looked like something a princess might wear on her coronation. Thinking of princesses didn't help, though. Now not only the thought of Rarity in her undergarments and possibly less clouded his mind, but also the thought of the intimate sessions between him and Twilight. In his mind he saw two half-naked mares, one white unicorn giving him bedroom eyes through thick lashes, and one purple alicorn bent over, one hand on her knee, the other up with a finger slowly beckoning him in.

Being a dragon, he could do much more than see the vision. He could hear it, he could smell it. He wanted to get close enough to touch it, but was afraid to mimic it in reality. He closed his eyes, savoring the sight of the two mares. Their odors were strong, lust mixing with sweat, the scent of fabric and perfume on Rarity, and the smell of fresh books on Twilight to create an intoxicating aroma that Spike just could't get enough of.

He was just about to tune into the vision to hear the sound of the two, as he could see their soft lips moving slowly, constructing phantom words, when a noise in reality startled him out of his haze.

"Oh! Spike, I--" Rarity squealed. Spike opened his eyes, first looking at the white mare. Her mouth was agape and her snowy cheeks were flushed.

"What's the matter?", Spike asked in confusion, starting to look around. Had he knocked something over? Or was it worse? Had he, even though he'd resisted the urge to reach out and grab the vision, touched Rarity?

"Uh..." Rarity gulped, pointing at Spike. It wasn't where he expected her to be pointing, not his face, not his chest, not his arms or hands. Lower. His legs? No. As soon as Spike looked down, he realized what the shocked mare was truly pointing at.

The guess of his legs was correct. Well, half correct. Between his legs, struggling against the denim of his jeans, Spike could see a bulge, pressing out, clear and defined.

He gasped. "Oh, Rarity, I'm so, so, so sorry! Really I didn't--" he gulped and took a deep breath, "I don't mean to hurt you, I swear! I really don't mean to do anything like that I--"

He paused. What was that in Rarity's eyes? It flashed by for a mere second but his keen eyes didn't miss it. It was something negative. Negative? No, not quite negative, but it surely wasn't positive, either. Was it regret? Remorse? He had one thought but refused to acknowledge it. No, he simply wouldn't let that thought cross his mind. Unless..? No, absolutely not. But what if it was?

What if that glint in her vast, ocean-like eyes was truly disappointment?

Spike shook his head, both dislodging the thought from his mind and calming himself enough to construct a sentence that made sense. "You may not know this, Rarity, but when a dragon is maturing, they get certain... desires that manifest in some... nice thoughts..." as Spike tried to explain what was going on to the mare, he couldn't help but think that he sounded like an overprotective parent.

Rarity suddenly smiled. "You mean you're going through puberty, dear?", she asked softly.

Spike covered his face so Rarity couldn't see his scales yet again light up with embarrassment. "W-well, yes and no... I suppose this is sort of a..." he combed his mind for the right words but went with the simplest combination, "a second pubery-- one that only affects dragons. I'm an adult now so I've already gone through the first puberty. The first puberty affects us physically, maturing us there, but the second one... it focuses more on the... the mental maturing."

Rarity chuckled, "oh, Spike. It's really no problem. If it makes you uncomfortable or you're worried I'll trigger your..." It was impossible not to see her eyes shoot down to the now shrinking tent in his pants, "second puberty again, you can stay outside the bathroom while I change."

Spike took a deep breath and shook his head, "no, I can deal with it. Let's go."

Rarity and Spike now stood in the bathroom, Rarity's sweatshirt and shorts lying in a pitiful pile near her heel. "It would make me feel safer if you watched me in case something jumps out, but if you want to turn, you can, of course."

"No, I can do it," Spike responded, "I want to make sure you're fully safe." He sighed clenching his claws into tight fists, "I can go the full way."

Rarity looked at him appreciatively. She gave him a nod, signalling that she was about to start undressing.

She curled her fingers under the hemline, slowly pulling up. The underside of the dress was revealed. It wasn't anything special of course, just like any other piece of clothing, in was simply a duller, lighter version of the outside of the dress. She was pulling it up deliberately slow, it seemed, creeping it up, slightly wiggling it as she pulled it over her thighs.

As she got higher, the bottom of her panties came into sight. They were a very dark brown, almost black, barely concealing anything except her modesty. It was very lacy, swirls of actual fabric tracing it, all leading down to the strip of fabric over her marehood, which was almost entirely useless considering that Spike could see the top of her crease. She pulled the dress up further, revealing even more of her thick, perfectly sculpted thighs.

Once she got to the top of her panties with the dress, which was the same color as all the swirling pieces of fabric scattered around the undergarment, she turned, seemingly to get a better grip of the dress as she pulled it further off of her body. Her tail lifted slightly. Was she doing that on purpose? Intentional or not, one thing was certain. It gave Spike a show that he was obviously enjoying.

Her rump was firm, round, and large, much like the thighs of which it came. The panties were almost invisible, Rarity's massive cheeks engulfing the strap in the back with ease. It was almost as if her ass was sculpted by the gods to be the perfect image of beauty. Spike resisted the urge to close his eyes and slip back into his imagination. He was quiet but he was biting his lip and clenching the rim of the toilet, which he'd sat on. In his shoes, his toes curled as every inch of his body tightened to resist another erection forming.

When Rarity reached halfway up her waist, she turned around again. Spike had been focusing so much on her legs for the past half minute or so that he hadn't realized how truly magnificent the upper portion of her body. Her hands and fingers were small and light, though it was clear she had some muscle and strength to her. Besides Twilight, Rarity was the mare he least expected to have a sculpted figure, yet here she was, right in front of him, a small but clear set of abs on her stomach, arms rippling just slightly as she moved up her figure.

By then Spike knew she was deliberately going slow, giving his eyes quite the sight to behold. What he truly couldn't grasp, however, was why. Why was Rarity putting herself on display like some sort of brothel mare? After years and years of yearning for the mare, years and years of fantasizing her pressed against him, sweat sticking them together, years and years of chasing after her like a little baby duck, why now was she deciding to show some interest?

Any logic was soon cleared from his mind as she reached her proudest aspect, her breasts. It was clear why she was so proud of them, too. As she slowly pulled the dress further up, her brassiere came into view. It was a lot like her panties, except it revealed even more.

Her breasts were similar to her hind, big, round, and luscious, it wasn't hard for Spike to imagine himself burying his face into them, slowly licking them, sucking them, teasing her and torturing her just like she was doing to him. As she crawled ever slower upwards, more of her gorgeous body was revealed. The brassiere covered even less up top. Spike could see the protrusions of her nipples, and could even catch glimpses of the pink that colored them. Again, Spike felt himself almost drift into his imagination, this time it was just Rarity.

He was on top of her, dominating her, pinning her down. She would think he was holding relief from her and only her, but that simply wasn't the case. He'd feel his member throb, begging him to plunge into her depths and rut her so hard she forgot her name, but he'd hold himself back. He'd tease both of them, allowing himself to grow harder and longer so they'd both have the best experience he could offer.

Slowly, he'd kiss her. It would start slow but quickly ramp up. He'd flick his tongue around her mouth, slithering it around, allowing it to explore her mouth extensively. Right when it would be getting good, he'd pull away. Yes, he could see it clearly, a line of saliva connecting her soft, perfect lips to his. He'd lower himself again, nipping and sucking at her neck as he planted more and more kisses leading further down. Collarbone, shoulders, until he reached between her breasts.

Without warning, he'd shoot onto one of them, either one. He'd hear her delightful little moans as he traced his long, split tongue up the breast in a spiral until he reached the nipple. He'd tease it with his tongue a little, circling it before latching on, suckling like a newborn.

He took himself out of the fantasy, feeling the tent in his pants start to grow again. As he looked back up he got a full view of Rarity, forcing his mouth to remain shut.

The mare had fully gotten the dress off and was now on her hands and knees, rump out in front of Spike. She was wiggling slightly as she picked up her clothes, making her cheeks wiggle pleasantly. It took every ounce of restraint in Spike's body to keep himself from reaching out and giving it a firm smack, just to watch it jiggle. Oh, and to hear the noise of course.

The noise... it was clear in his mind. It would be firm, loud, and clear. It would bounce around the room. It was a noise he wouldn't be able to resist. He'd have to give it another hard slap, and then another. It'd be addictive. He'd have to slap her ass until both her flanks were red and raw.

Once more he felt his member start to yearn for freedom, pressing up against his underwear and jeans. It was getting so bad and large that it was starting to strain the zipper. He could feel the pull tab start to come down and slowly start to unzip his pants.

He crossed his legs, putting his hands in the center to conceal the erection, looking away and biting his lip to avoid making himself worse. He could still catch glimpses of her wiggling rump through the corner of his eye, though, which was apparently enough for his already excited third arm. He had to resort to closing his eyes and clamping so hard into his bottom lip that it hurt. That worked to calm him down, if a bit slowly.

By the time he'd opened his eyes, he was calmed down and Rarity was dressed, though her outfit was noticeably different. Instead of wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, she was wearing a tight lavender v-neck with black around all the edges, a layered black skirt partially made of tool, brown leggings, and black shoes which were slightly shiny with a wrap around her ankle and a wedge heel. She'd also somehow managed to get her regular makeup on.

"Oh! I'm sorry for closing my eyes," he said with a gulp, "it just got a little too... intense for me."

Rarity nodded in understanding, "of course, Darling. I expected you to do so." When she saw Spike's hurt face, she quickly added, "and that's completely okay!"

"Why are you wearing that outfit?", Spike asked, changing the subject, "and why'd you put on makeup?"

"Oh, I was just hoping we could get out and do something else before we continued. We've just been working for so long and I think we deserve it. Now, you might want to drop by the castle to grab a pair of swim trunks."

The first location Rarity took Spike to was a little-known restaurant called "Le Train Bruyant", which, translated, meant "The Loud Train", which was fitting considering it was placed right by the train station.

Rarity and Spike sat down beside a window. The floorboards were a little creaky and, despite the French name, which was generally associated with foreign yet exciting food, it reeked of grease and sweat. It definitely didn't seem like a place anybody would like to eat at, let alone a high-class mare like Rarity.

When she noticed Spike staring around the restaurant, trying not to let his eyes linger on the customers for too long, she chuckled. "I bet you're wondering why I brought you here, of all places.", said the unicorn as if she could read Spike's mind. The dragon slowly nodded, still examining the walls of "Le Train Bruyant", which were decorated with large, black spoons, forks, and letters commanding attendants to "EAT".

"Well, the food here's surprisingly good," Rarity said, picking up one of the normal-sized forks and toying with it, "and the staff and I are... friendly." She gave a slight smirk as a waiter approached their table.

"Oh, Miss Rarity!", said the waiter with a voice edging on a purr, "nice to see you back here. I certainly hope... it hasn't been bugging you too much?"

Spike turned his head quickly to look at the waiter, eyes blazing with rage. "Hey, I--" he started to argue but Rarity cut him off.

"He isn't talking about you, Darling," said the mare, resting her chin in her hand and looking at the waiter through thick lashes, "I simply have a little illness that's been bothering me for a while." She shifted, making her big, beautiful breasts jiggle deliciously.

It was clear where the waiter's eyes were focusing. He smiled slyly, "I suppose you'll be having the usual?", he asked, getting a nod from Rarity. He put a menu down in front of Spike, "and here, take a look to see what you want."

Rarity stood. "I'll be right back. Restroom.", she said, motioning behind her. Spike nodded, though he barely heard her. His face was buried in the menu, scanning it for anything that seemed remotely edible.

The waiter and Rarity stood still for a second before giving each other a sly glance and walking into the back of the restaurant to the employees' restroom.

The next location Rarity had planned was the pool, which was rather uneventful. Rarity sat on the edge of the pool, dipping her feet in and Spike swam around the pool.

However the final location Rarity and Spike went to was eventful. The spa.

Rarity sat down beside Spike as Aloe and Vera started to rub a green face mask into Rarity's fur and Spike's scales. It was cool and nice, seeping into the scales on Spike's face and calming him. He let his mind wander, drifting from thought to thought as if he was in a slow-moving river.

As Aloe went about cleaning and filing his claws, he let the soft current of his mind carry him across stories of large, muscled dragons defeating evil and gaining the love of all the maidens in the towns he conquered. His clawdicure was completed and Aloe flipped him over. He gasped as he felt his face go through a hole.

He opened his eyes, only to be met with the sight of the spa floor. "What's going o- ah!", he let out a cry as he heard a loud crack and a small amount of pain in his shoulder became known. It pulsed away into a pleasant feeling, however. This happened a few more times along his shoulders and spine until Aloe stopped cracking and simply began to push on his back gently, her balled fists running up and down his back. He let out a contented sigh.

Aloe worked her magic, running her firm hands up and down, left and right on his back, her knuckles occasionally pressing into his skin and getting the finer kinks out of his muscles. He felt fully relaxed.

It had been a few minutes when her heard Rarity gasp and the thump of feet on the floor. "Terribly sorry, D-Dears, we must be going!", she chuckled. Aloe and Vera began to protest but she took out her purse and gave them their pay. Spike sat fully upright, watching her as she, in a panic, rushed into the changing rooms. She had grabbed Spike's hand, pulling him along. They quickly got dressed and rushed out of the spa.

"Why were you in such a hurry?", asked Spike as Rarity slammed the door to the boutique.

Rarity panted, turning to Spike with a pleading expression that made him shut his mouth. She clearly didn't want to talk about it. Or talk at all, it seemed, as she rushed to the bathroom and closed the door aggressively.

Spike quietly towards the bathroom door, pressing the side of his head against it. "Rarity? Are you aright in there?", his question was answered only by a few grunts and clangs followed by a sequence of thumps, as if Rarity was throwing things onto the floor.

"Rarity?", asked Spike again, turning the knob. It was locked. A few more grunts and one large thump. It was a bit more natural than the others, somehow. And it sounded so familiar...

"Rarity!", Spike called, jiggling the knob even more, "are you okay?" A soft sound kicked up inside the bathroom before finally a voice responded.

"I'm fine, Spike!", the noise got louder, a low "rrrrr". Suddenly it was muffled, though.

Spike was at his limit, worry clutching at his stomach. "Rarity! Hold tight, I'm coming in!"

"Spike, wait, no--"

Spike kicked in the door. What he saw on the floor shocked him.

Rarity was sitting, legs spread apart, mouth agape in shock and embarrassment. One hand was between her legs, trying to push something into her sopping wet cunt, the other groping her right breast. Her clothes were on the floor. The object between her legs was where the "rrrrr" noises were coming from.

Suddenly it all came together. The thud, Rarity's ass hitting the floor, she was trying to get a vibrator inside of her, she was groping herself. "You're in heat.", he said, eyes still wide.

Rarity grunted, biting her lip. "I suppose you would've found my true intentions eventually.., yes, I'm in heat and I--"

Spike cut her off, pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was soft at first, just like he'd imagined. Slowly, he opened his mouth. Rarity did the same. He made the first move, his forked tongue shooting into her mouth and flicking about in an attempt to aggravate Rarity's tongue. It worked, causing her tongue to slash at Spike's, defending its territory.

The two tongues battled furiously, wrapping around each other and wrestling fiercely. When it seemed that Spike was winning, Rarity would turn it around and pin Spike's tongue to the bottom of his mouth. Below their mouths, their bodies were close. Very close. Rarity was pressing her bare chest against Spike's shirt, her nipples erect, begging to be toyed with. Spike felt his love rod begin to throb and lengthen as he traced his finger along her thigh and up her stomach, slowly moving it up towards her tit.

When he reached it, he did as he imagined with his tongue, circling the very base of her magnificent breast before starting to move up towards the nipple in a spiral pattern. He teased her wonderfully. Just when he was starting to get near her nipple, he doubled back, moving back down her breast. Eventually he reached the base again and got a little more handsy, starting to grasp at her tit firmly. He moved around her giant boob, groping it all over randomly until finally he'd had enough, taking her breast in his hand and squeezing firmly. This caused her to moan, which allowed him to wrestle her tongue to the floor. Now clear who the dominant one was, Spike explored Rarity's mouth, squeezing her breast occasionally and enjoying the delightful moans it gave him.

He felt Rarity's hand inch towards his zipper, which was slowly unzipping itself with his massive length, whimpering and moaning needily into his mouth. With his free hand he slapped her hand away. No. He would decide when things started. He felt greed building up inside him, aiding the growth of his already monumental cock. He felt himself start to need, his cock throbbing and twitching as it grew ever longer.

To satisfy himself so he wouldn't soil his underwear before the fun even started, he brushed his bulge against Rarity's marehood, coaxing a lovely symphony of moans out of the unicorn. He did this once more, then twice, then thrice, the vague feeling of Rarity's cunt registering to him. He growled and pushed her over, pinning her.

"S-Spike I--"

"No!", he growled, the greed and lust from his body fully draining into his throbbing cock and gigantic balls, "mine!" He unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear hastily, his full length springing forth, slapping Rarity on the stomach and chest. She stared at his full, throbbing member in awe. Twilight had said he was massive, especially when he was powered up with greed, but she didn't expect him to have such a behemoth partner. His tip reached the bottoms of her breasts, for Celestia's sake! None of the stallions she'd mated with could compare to Spike, and she was sure no stallion ever would again/

He was already glistening with precum and it certainly wasn't done making the dragon nice and slick for entry. He dripped onto Rarity's stomach as he lifted himself and pulled back. Rarity spread her legs, her cunt now in full view. With a clear shot, Spike dove in, thrusting his massive cock into her.

Rarity was tight and wet, her walls pulsing against his love rod, sending him spiraling. It felt like Heaven. He wanted more. He needed more. He snarled, green fire lighting at the sides of his mouth. More. More. MORE!

Spike pushed himself fully into Rarity, his tip making contact with her womb easily. Rarity gasped and moaned. Spike sat inside her for a while, eyes shut. He clenched his teeth. He still. Needed. More!

He drew himself out almost all the way before thrusting back all the way inside her, his massive, cum-filled balls slapping against her ass. His thrusts grew quicker, pulling in and out of her. Rarity moaned as he felt Spike bend down, craning his neck as he drew his long tongue over her breasts, circling them and hopping between them as he tried to select one.

As he hopped from tit to tit, he rubbed his tongue against her nipples, circling them and prodding them. Rarity moaned, struggling against his strong arms, wanting to guide his hands to her breasts as well. As his tongue played at her tits, his cock throbbed inside of Rarity. He wanted to go faster. He needed to go faster. Her walls squeezed him as if mocking him. Going too slow. Too slow. His animal instincts finally took over and he let out a primal roar as he began thrusting into Rairty as fast as he could, his balls slapping against her ass over and over.

Rarity moaned as he repeatedly struck her womb. She loved feeling him, pulsing, throbbing, needy inside of her, even if he was thrusting rapidly. She could feel her marehood wetten more and more as a fire built in her abdomen. She dripped onto the tile floor, her throbbing cunt in sync with her quick heartbeat. Finally, she gave out, riding her orgasm higher than she ever had before, the result of Spike's plowing now all over his back legs.

Spike followed suit, his member growing as big as it could get as his sperm flooded his length and crowded to his tip. He erupted inside Rarity, his hot dragon cum rushing to Rarity's womb. He roared as he released load after load of semen into Rarity, grunting and groaning until finally he tapered off, panting.

Rarity pushed him over. "Oh, you think we're done here?", she growled with a large smile. She was atop his cock now. She was in control. And she. Wanted. More.

Author's Note

Hello everybody! Thank you for reading my very first clopfic! If you have critique, please comment it! And if you want a sequel, you should comment that as well! Well, bye now!