White noise rang inside her skull for a few moments before shaking her head. “You’re going to watch us mate!?”

“Of course, darling! That’s part of the fun,” letting out a longing sigh, the unicorn continued. “Seeing my Precious Scales pounding away at another mare’s nethers, filling them up with his hot and fertile life-giving goo, watching them writhe in pleasure while I watch closely, encouraging him to, pardon my language, fuckthe slut’s brains out bring me a joy you cannot imagine, Ember dearest.”

Ember stared at her blushing friend who was practically swooning after her detailed description. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. “While that’s not the strangest thing I’ve heard, it certainly reaches close to the mountaintop. Why in Equestria would you get off on that?!” She protested. “When you asked me to mate with him I thought it was because he asked you to!”

Rarity smirked. “Darling, you know how Spike is. He doesn’t rely on others when he can do things himself. No, this is entirely my idea.”

Ember felt dizzy for a moment. She had been through many political and diplomatic hurdles, fought against several foes, and gone into her fair share of sticky situations, but all of that experience was completely useless at that moment. Looking at Rarity’s blue eyes, she felt both a nervousness she couldn’t quite understand and a sense of eagerness to match the former. Taking a calming breath she asked. “Why would you want that sort of thing? What do you get out of it?” Is… is Spike really okay with this? Does he know?”

“Of course he knows, Ember,” Rarity began. “I mean, I can’t sit next to the bed and watch my husband have his way with other mares if he doesn’t know about it, now can I?” She giggled. “And what do I get out of it? To see my handsome Spikey-Wikey breed another mare and put a foal in her belly. There’s nothing more exciting than seeing it happening!” She moaned, nearly drooling as she recalled pleasing memories. “I admit this is an odd request and that not every creature will understand it, but it’s something that makes us happy and we enjoy as a married couple.”

“Fair enough, I guess,” the dragoness sighed. “Okay. If I understand this correctly, you want me to mate with Spike while you are watching and you’re totally fine if I end up pregnant and lay his egg?” She asked, raising a scale eyebrow.

Rarity nodded vividly. “Quite so. Quite so! In fact, we would be more than happy to see it happen. I am betting on you getting pregnant by the way.”

“This is so weird,” Ember muttered, her cheeks burning fiercely. “Why, may I ask?”

“First, let me ask you something, Ember. What do you see in Spike? Are you sure you want him to fuck you senseless?” Rarity asked as if it was the most natural thing.

“What’s not to like? He was my first friend, gave up being Dragon Lord handling me the Scepter, he’s honorable, courageous, and loyal. Unlike most other male dragons, he’s not an absolute douchebag or an insufferable ass. He knows who he is, what he wants, and he’s also super hot now!” She finished with a laugh that was joined by one of Rarity. “Honestly, Rarity, him being in love with you was the only thing that prevented me from asking him to be my Mate.”

“I thought dragons didn’t marry?” Rarity asked in genuine intrigue.

“We don’t. At least, not in the same way other creatures pronounce their Mates. It’s a lot simpler with us dragons. When two dragons want to be together, they declare they are Mates, exchange a few scales, join hoards, and usually search two neighboring caves or one big enough for both of them,” Ember explained.

“My, how practical. Hardly romantic but by dragon standards that’s quite surprising to hear,” the unicorn commented, surprised at that information. “Smolder never mentioned anything about that before.”

“Since she decided to stay here in Equestria she skipped a lot of dragon lessons and cultural practices. But it was for the best, I always had a hunch that she was similar to Spike and would be happier away from the Dragon Lands,” she smiled, for a split moment thinking of the dragoness. “In any case, usually a dragon Mating lasts until one of them dies or if they get into a nasty fight and want to leave. Then they fight to the death and the winner keeps everything and is ‘single’ again, so to speak.”

“Aaaand that’s the pickle ehe he he,” Rarity drolled, barely able to fight the urge to roll her eyes in the process. “You dragons really can’t do anything without trying to pick up a fight, can you?”

Ember shrugged. “Most of us are quite rowdy, though I’ve been trying to cull that down as of late.”

“Good to hear,” finishing her tea, the fashionista pressed on. “So you do have those sorts of feelings for Spike. Good to know it wasn’t my imagination, dear.”

“About the second thing… yes, I want to mate with him and produce an egg,” she admitted trying to sound cool and serious, but her blush gave her true feelings away. “It’s been harder and harder to suppress my urges each year during mating season, and since it started a few days ago, I’m quite literally heating up from the inside. This year I fear I’ll give in and let the first dick I see fuck me and put an egg in me. Your invitation came like a blessing, Rarity.” She revealed, slumping ever so slightly on her chair as if a huge weight was being lifted from her shoulders. “And I’ll be damned if my first hatchling is the product of my own carelessness.”

Rarity nodded in understanding. “So you rather make sure Spike gets to be the father rather than a random dragon? That’s admirable of you, Ember. I mean it,” Rarity smiled warmly. “Now, are you sure you want to do this?”

Ember nodded. “I am, but I still have a few questions I’d like to be answered if you don’t mind?”

“Of course, Ember dear. What would you like to know?”

“H-How many times have you two done this?” She gulped and tugged a hand close to her heart, grasping her robe tightly. “Do you just invite anyone that strikes your liking or something? I mean,” she brought her other hand to meet her forehead, her head feeling as if it was spinning. “Do you do this sort of thing regularly?”

“Ah,” the alabaster mare bobbed her head in understanding. “We don’t do this as regularly as I would wish, but it happens every now and again. As for who we invite? We are very careful about it and we only ask close friends who may be interested in such an experience. Of course, we inform them of everything that’s going to happen, how it works, make sure they are comfortable and up to it, that sort of thing. Not much dissimilar than what we are doing right now, darling.”

“That’s reassuring. Thanks, Rarity. Next question. Is it really that exciting? I can’t really picture seeing my mate breeding another dragoness and finding it hot.”

“It is an entirely personal peculiarity, dear. You could say it is part of my fetishes. Every creature has one. In my case, I adore being treated like a cheap whore, get spanked, and being a cuck. And before you ask, cuckolding is when a couple likes to have sexual relationships with a third-party in which usually one does the humping while the other does the watching. Guess which I am~” she sang in a teasing tone. “In our case, I simply adore seeing my husband fuck other mares while I watch and encourage him.” She coughed. “It’s even better if she gets pregnant!”

“You’re seriously one messed up pony, Rarity,” Ember chuckled. “Do you seriously get your rocks off when a mare that’s not you getting pregnant?”

“Oh, sweet diamond deep underground YES!” She moaned. “To think that my precious scales, my perfect Spikey-Wikey, my husband is making the bellies of other mares other than me big, gravid, and full of life fills me with excitement I can’t possibly hope to describe with mere words! And to see it happening, to be there when it happens, to witness the precise moment his seed finds that fertile egg to spawn a new life into this world? And to be the one that encouraged it to happen in the first place!? Mmmmfffff~~~!” She fanned herself with a hand. “I can’t wait to see you make love and fuck and breed. Promise me you’ll come to visit me so I can see your belly swell before you lay your egg?” She pleaded, pouting a little and blinking rapidly in an attempt to look cute and supplicant.

“You’re really into it, huh?” The Dragon Lord commented, finding the situation amusing. “I gotta be honest, Rarity. Part of me thinks I’m getting way over my head on this one. But another part of me really, really wants this to happen,” a tiny, cute smile formed from her curled lips. “I love that idiot that is too nice for his own good and to have a hatchling with him is an opportunity I don’t want to pass up.”

“Excellent!” Rarity clapped her hands. Getting off her chair, she ran around the table to hug her friend tightly. “You can’t imagine what this means for us!”

“Thank you?” Replied the dragoness, unsure. “You know, Rarity, I’ve gotten pretty used to this whole hugging thing. It’s pretty nice. No wonder Spike does it,” she said before standing up herself, standing a few centimeters taller than the alabaster unicorn to return her hug; their generous bosoms squishing against the other as they hugged. “That reminds me; since Spike has gotten other females pregnant, don’t you have a hatch--I mean a foal of your own?”

Stepping back, Rarity let out a longing sigh. “It’s on our to-do list, dear. We want foals, I’m waiting on my next heat to finally get pregnant with his progeny. Not that I don’t adore all of the little rascals we’ve helped conceive, mind you.”

“How many ‘rascals’ are there?” Se asked, not bothering to try hiding her interest or audible gulp.

“Ohhhhh~? Why the sudden interest in that particular area, darliiiing~?” Rarity teased.

“Virility is something many dragonesses seek on their possible partners. Highly virile dragons are the ones that tend to get snatched on Matings, as a matter of fact,” she replied. Looking at her friend’s expression, she knew she saw more than just a glint of smugness reflected in her eyes.

“Ohohohohooooo, Eeeembeeer~! I can assure you that on that aspect my Spikey-Wikey isn’t lacking,” leaning forth until her mouth was next to her hearing canal, she whispered. “In fact, you’ll be pleasantly surprised to find out that he is quite filling in the matters of the flesh~”

Ember could feel her entire body tremble, her robe threatening to combust into flames from the rising heat within her body after hearing that declaration from her friend’s mouth. She was about to open her mouth to ask her something when the chime of the front door was heard.

“Rarity, honey, I’m home!” Spike announced.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!