Twilight trotted through her castle, loving the feel of the carpet under her hooves. There was just something so rigidly pony about it. The fibers were soft, just like a pony’s fur, yet rigid as they stood against the adversity of her traversal. It was a gentle material, like her own compassionate nature, yet tough as nails, like she believed herself to be. After all, she’d faced down dragons, centaurs, monsters, and all sorts of otherworldly beings. Her quest to spread friendship and truth throughout the land had never been deterred by anything. She felt invincible, especially when she was surrounded by those ponies she loved and cherished more than life itself.
I feel so good today! She thought as she made her way towards Spike’s room, I mean, really, what could be better than a warm spring day? The soft carpet under my hooves, the knowledge that my friends are right outside when I need them…things couldn’t be better!
As she got to Spike’s door, she heard her dragon assistant make a strange noise. It wasn’t a moan, yet it was exactly the correct pitch for one. It also sounded somewhat dreamy, as a young pony when they meet a good looking member of the opposite gender. But it wasn’t quite like the normal noise he made whenever Rarity passed the other way. It was milder, and much less exaggerated, carrying the noise of true attraction rather than juvenile infatuation. Truly, it seemed that the dragon had found somepony that he found irresistible. Twilight wanted to smile at this manifestation of maturation, yet something stopped her. Call it adopted motherly instinct or just simple mare intuition, but she felt that something was askew about the whole situation.
She decided not to knock, as the element of surprise would definitely work to her advantage. Upon entering the room, she stood in shock, although it wasn’t at the clutter surrounding her. She’d gotten used to that. Attempts to teach the young drake organization had fallen upon deaf ears. It was a pet peeve she had, but she loved the dragon much too greatly to punish him severely for it. No, this was a crime that she took very personally. For there, lying on the bed, was Spike with a certain magazine in one claw. His other claw was in the midst of stroking his erect cock.
“SPIKE!” Twilight shrieked as Spike attempted to cover himself, “just what in Celestia’s name are you doing?!”
“Um…er…checking the…er…stocks?” Spike asked with a ridiculously weak smile.
“I highly doubt that ‘Pony Pussy Monthly” has any stock reports in it!” Twilight thundered as she used her magic to rip the pornographic publication out of Spike’s claw, “how DARE you bring this into my castle?!”
“But, Twi, I-“
“I’ll have no ‘buts’ from you, Spike!” Twilight roared furiously, “after all I’ve taught you…don’t you remember the talk we had?!”
Spike groaned internally. Now it was his turn to get a little bit miffed. Twilight had drug him into the library and forced him to read chapter after chapter on pony sexuality. She’d also admonished him to, “wait until you find a mare and fall in love before trying anything.” It was also understood that magazines like “Pony Pussy Monthly” were expressly forbidden within Twilight’s home. She had explained that her mother had done some adult spreads before she got married, and had regretted it ever since. Twilight did not want Spike to think of mares as objects, but rather, as beautiful creatures meant to be respected, cherished, and loved.
“I do remember the talk,” Spike said, “and I’m sorry, okay?! I was just curious! I mean, I am an older drake now…”
“I don’t CARE!” Twilight shouted, “I will not have smut like this in our home, Spike! Now, would you care to tell me WHY you brought it here?”
“I told you!” Spike shouted back, “I’m curious! Why in the world am I not allowed to be curious?!”
“You can be curious all you want, Spike!” Twilight barked, “just not about this!”
“But, Twi, all my male friends are bragging about it! I just wanna know. I mean, what’s the harm in wanting to see…you know…what’s under a mare’s tail?”
“Because it’s not your business!” Twilight exclaimed, and then sighed. “Look, how would you feel if Rarity were doing shoots like these and somepony else was looking at her? I mean, what if somepony really loves one of these mares?”
Spike looked down. While he’d adore it if Rarity showed out like the mares in the magazine, he saw Twilight’s point. He loved the white fashionista, and he suddenly felt very sick to his stomach. If Rarity ever found out what he’d done, she’d probably walk all over him. She might even cancel their friendship! The more he thought about Twilight’s question, the lower he felt. Depression reared its ugly head, and soon he felt tears begin falling. He knew he had left an ugly stain on every female friend he had, and he felt it deep in his heart.
“Oh, Twilight…” He said, burying his face in her shoulder, “…I’m so sorry.”
Twilight gathered him into a hug. “It’s okay, Spike. I forgive you, and I always will. I love you, my dragon, and nothing can ever change that. But, that being said, you still need to deal with the consequences.”
“Yes, Twilight. What are they?”
“You’ll find out…”
Spike stood in front of the white mare that had dominated his thinking ever since he and Twilight moved to Ponyville. He gulped nervously, as he went over everything in his head. Being forced to confess to looking at explicit photographs was bad enough, but to have to do it to Rarity? He knew Twilight was making him do this because he had such a deep commitment to the fashionista. But it didn’t make him feel any better. In fact, when he arrived and saw her in a hurry to create a new gown, he thought about just leaving. But then he remembered the look on Twilight’s face when she sent him away, and his claws became glued to the floor. It was something between hurt, pain, anger, and love, and it shook him to the core. He needed to do this…for both Rarity and Twilight.
“So, darling, what did you want to speak with me about?” Rarity asked.
Spike took a deep breath and started at the beginning, spilling his metaphorical guts about everything. As he went along, he saw Rarity’s mouth drop to the floor. He couldn’t blame her. What he had done was somewhat inexcusable, and he waited for her to begin a deserved tongue lashing. But, it never came. Instead, when he finished, he suddenly found that she got up and trotted over to him. The look in her eyes was one of the same emotions Twilight had given, only they were combined with something else…something he couldn’t put his finger on.
“I…I’m sorry, Rare,” he said, “Twilight made me tell you, because…because…”
“Because you love me,” she said bluntly.
Spike was shocked. He figured that she knew of his crush on her, but he had no idea she realized how deep his feelings went. His cheeks were painted red, and his eyes darted to any other spot in the room. Yet, he still felt her blue gaze boring a hole into his consciousness. It was waiting…watching…looking for something that might tell it another story. It was apparent that she wanted to believe he was lying. But…he wasn’t. Yet, again, there was something else buried deep in her beautiful gaze.
“Yes, I…I do love you, Rarity,” he choked out, “…and that’s why…I’m ashamed of what I did.”
To his surprise, she smiled. “Oh, my Spike, you need never be ashamed of wanting to know what a mare’s body parts look like.”
“I don’t?” He asked in confusion.
“Good Celestia, no! In fact…well…I’ve done some vaginal shoots…”
“WHAT?!” He shouted, “you…but…I…you looked hurt!”
“Oh, darling, I’m not hurt. I happen to love you as well, and I believe that you simply wanted to know something. You just went about it in the wrong manner. Would you…care for me to…teach you a new lesson?”
Spike’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He knew enough about sensuality to know when a mare wanted to mate. It was simply a question of readiness on his behalf. But he felt his cock begin to shiver as Rarity put on a very sultry walk. She then sprawled herself out on the nearby bed, waving a hoof at him as a silent signal. He wasted no time. Her mind was sharp, her looks were even sharper, and she was attempting to slay his boundaries. It didn’t take long for him to crawl beside her, and the pair shared their very first kiss. Tongues were used indiscriminately as their enjoyment caused them to explore. He moved his claws down over her fur, gingerly touching her and ensuring not to leave any scratches. She moaned underneath him, writhing a bit as he went lower and lower.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss and looked deep into his eyes. “Oh, Spikey…touch me where I like to be touched…”
“..and where’s that, my love?”
She smirked. “Where any mare wants it,” she whispered before pulling him into another kiss.
He found his way down to her jewel, pressing at it and pulling on its delicate folds. Her regal tail was like a beautiful canopy covering the treasure situated between her haunches. He felt her up very well, and almost thought of himself as being a professional. Slowly, he drew circles around her, just like he’d read about in the multiple magazines he’d hid from Twilight. Then, he began swiping digits. First one, then two, then three, and so on. All the while, he kept her deadlocked in a lip based union of passion, with the occasional flick of a tongue. She was thoroughly excited by his movements, and wiggled to show that she wanted more.
“Are you a good girl?” He asked, breaking apart.
“Good Celestia, Spikey!” She breathed, “I didn’t know you were so…sensual.”
“Answer the question,” he commanded, “are you a good girl?”
“Mm…yes, darling, I’m such a good girl. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“May I fuck you?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
She rolled onto her stomach, pressing her flanks into the air and moving her tail. For the first time, Spike got a view of an actual vagina. It was a glorious piece of artwork, opening to just the perfect size. The entrance was soaked in a shiny liquid, thus signifying the mare’s desire for penetration. That, along with the quivering and moaning from up front, was enough to drive the drake crazy. He began rubbing his now fully erect penis, shifting himself so that he might finally break into the mare he’d wanted for so long. His heart filled with love and affection, and he bent over her and nibbled on the tip of her ear.
“Mm…bite me, darling,” she requested.
“Excuse me?”
“It’s called a fetish, my brutish boy,” she hissed beautifully, “now, use those glorious teeth and bite my ear.”
“Okay…” He said, before gently moving in for the bite.
She pulled her head back so he could have a clearer shot, and he took his opportunity. His maw opened wide and closed sharply on her ear, garnering a yelp of pain and thrill from his beloved. She groaned as he bit his way down her ear, begging for more at every turn. He obliged, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh, and even drawing the tiniest droplets of blood. She would tell him if he were going to far, so he was able to gauge her pain threshold very well. He didn’t want to harm her, simply show her that he was willing to go along with this “fetish,” as she called it.
“Mm…are you ever going to stick that fabulous penis inside me?” She cooed.
“Oh! Right!” He exclaimed.
He’d been so busy biting her ear that he’d forgotten about her luscious private area. But now it flooded back into his mind, and he backed up so he could look at it. His cock was at full attention as he gazed upon the beautiful holes in front of him. The porn magazine had a section called “Letters to the Sexually Inclined,” and he recalled that some of them mentioned mares having two centers of pleasure. The vagina was the one he was most excited about, but the delicate anus that rested above it also intrigued him. After all, it was where the mare…well…relieved herself of solid waste. There was something so deliciously naughty about having the chance to put something into it. Either way, both holes were pulsing with excitement, and he was throbbing.
“Alright,” he said, “you ready?”
“Darling, I’ve been ready for years, now!” She exclaimed, “just…be gentle. I’ve saved myself for you, so…it’s my first time.”
Spike smiled as he fell in love with the fashionista all over again. With a tender kiss to the back of her head, he mounted her and gingerly plunged into her body cavity. She groaned in pain as she felt her virginity get sucked away from her, to be replaced by a glorious sense of wonder. He began slowly pumping, loving each soft sigh and wondrous moan from beneath him. He bent over to nuzzle and play with her mane, pulling on it and ensuring that each strand got his personal attention. His dick grew with each sound she made, and he felt her glands dumping bucket loads of fluid onto him. It was slick, soft, gentle, and beautiful, and he wanted to do nothing else but be with her.
No wild curses flew between them, as they made love for the first time. Rather, he bent over and whispered soft and sweet into her ear. She would return the favor with a subtle kiss or a tender lick to his cheek. This drove him crazy, and he began to thrust ever harder. Soon, he took a lock of her mane in his hand and drove himself further than ever before. By this point, she was starting to squeal, and he loved it. He went all the way to his hilt, as pleasure shot up and down his spine.
“Oh! Oh! OH!” She cried, “oh, Spikey-Wikey, that’s it! Right there! Make love to me, baby! Oh! Oh! Oh! More! More! More! Oh!”
Suddenly, he pulled out of her, leaving the white mare whimpering for more. He gently rolled her onto her back and got on top of her. Their lips met once again, tongues battling for position as he dove back inside of her. They moaned into each other as they shared the sexual load. His hips pumped dutifully as her vagina received him beautifully. It was almost transcendental, and each participant felt as if they had achieved some new level of romantic existence. They were experiencing what true happiness was, and neither wanted to leave it. For Rarity, this was especially true, as she had many fantasies about the young drake.
They went along lovingly until she felt the call of the wild. So, Spike pulled out so she might use the facilities. But, to his surprise, she said she didn’t want to. She sat him up and straddled his penis. Smiling wickedly, she unleashed a torrent of urine onto him. He groaned as the warmth spread throughout his whole body, and he suddenly realized that this was his first fetish. He wanted to pee and be peed upon. He loved watching the yellow liquid drip from the most beautiful body part a mare carried. It was a perfect stream, and Rarity followed it up by sitting on his cock. She began riding it like Applejack at the rodeo, bouncing up and down and forcing his shoulders back against the headboard. The bed clattered against the wall as she did her work, bending forward for yet another kiss.
“MM! MM! Oh, fuck, I love peeing on you, Spike!” She cried as she broke the locking of lips, “oo! Oo! I’d say we found you a fetish, didn’t we?!”
“Yes! Yes! Oh, Rarity, I did love it, and I love what you’re doing now! Please, don’t stop, my beautiful mare! Don’t stop! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! I FEEL SOMETHING BUILDING DOWN THERE!”
It was at this point that Rarity lost control of her sanity. “YES! OH, THANK CELESTIA THE STORE’S CLOSED AND SWEETIE’S OFF ON A CMC VACATION! OH, CELESTIA FUCKING DAMN IT! OH, SPIKE! I’M GONNA CUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”
She suddenly squirted a huge amount of liquid all over his waiting penis. He was thrilled by the feeling as it dripped down his private area. But he wasn’t through with her yet. Recalling the letters in the magazine once again, he pulled out of her and gently set her on her stomach. Returning to a mount, he shoved himself into her anus. She screamed with delight as he plunged so deep into such a naughty spot on her body. Love, lust, pain, and thrill pulsated through her body as he began pumping in and out of her delicate rump hole. He knew what orgasming was, and he planned to finish up inside of this most off limits part of her. Finally, with a shout that would wake a dead pony, he felt his first release. Sperm shot from his dick and coated the inside of her rump, and she moaned in happiness.
With the sex completed, he collapsed next to her, and she cuddled up with him. She draped a hoof across his chest, kissing his cheek and nuzzling ever deeper into the nook of his body. He realized that the afterglow was just as amazing as the mating itself, and he curled his head around hers. The love that they shared was palpable in that moment, and each one knew that they’d found their partner for life.
“Rare?” He asked.
“Yes, my darling?”
“Will you…marry me?”
She giggled. “Oh, you silly drake.”
“What? I don’t think it’s such a bad idea.”
“Oh, sweetness, I’m not saying it’s a bad idea,” she said, “and I’ve always dreamt of my wedding day. The dress, the location, the music…it’s all been there. When you came to Ponyville, and when you confessed your feelings for me as we were falling through the sky that one time, I thought I had finally found the one that would share those dreams with me. But, the truth is, I don’t need to get married.”
“What do you mean?”
“Darling, we can live together, sleep together, have a family together, and all without that piece of paper from the Equestrian government. I don’t need a bunch of legal jargon to tell me what I already know: I love you, Spike. I want you to be my dragon forever.”
“So…then…you wanna move in together?”
She giggled again. “Yes, my love, I do. I want you here with me, and I want us to mate just like this. I’ve always loved you, Spike, but now, I consider you my husband.”
“…and I consider you my wife.”
“See? Done and done. Now, let’s get some sleep; that is…if you’ve learned your lesson.”
“I have,” came the breathless response, “I don’t need porn anymore. I’ve got my mare.”
