The response from Vanity about Spike wanting to explore a possible deeper relationship or friendship - Twilight really did use that word around him too much - wasn’t given by Rarity as directly as he’d hoped. It took a couple days to find out anything from the fashionista, and as was her typical flare for the dramatic, she only gave him subtle if confusing replies.

“She is intrigued by you.”

“Keep up your good behavior.”

“Well, how do you think she’d respond?”

Spike decided he would just have to hope for the best. He could reason that if there was any reason to reject him, she’d have come out and said it straightforward instead of leading him on. So instead, Spike dedicated his energy and efforts to prepare for the next time Vanity would get to come out. It happened to fall upon a Friday evening, which suited Spike just fine. He’d prepared everything he could think of for the “sort of hoping it’s a date night” night, going off his time spent with Vanity. The cold weather outside actually worked to his advantage: instead of worrying about interruptions from outside, he could host things inside the Boutique’s own walls.

With Rarity’s given, if giddy, permission.

Spike stood up and took a moment to survey the room, then himself, making the final adjustment and moving a chair into place. He’d put in a little extra effort for Vanity’s sake and felt he looked actually quite dapper. Instead of a traditional black suit, he had set himself up with a white and red-trimmed number instead. Given his height and bulk, the suit did emphasize his form a little, but he hoped it would work. At least he’d had the forethought to leave the silly hat behind.

A timer nearby started to go off before he clicked it silent, signaling his time to collect Vanity from upstairs. He made his way up the stairwell and came to a stop in front of Rarity’s bedroom. It was odd, in a fashion. Here he was, an experienced and capable dragon, yet he could still be made nervous just from approaching a new romance. He never could quite shake off the shivers that would work up his spine and into his fingers, which made him clutch at the jacket cuffs for a moment before steadying himself.

A raised hand knocked on the door three times, and he stepped back. It took a few moments, but soft steps came to the door on the other side and opened it, leaving Spike to watch and then stare in awe as Vanity came into view. Rarity had outdone herself, fitting Vanity with a red strapless dress that was both bright and enticing on the darker mare’s figure. The teasing hint of her cleavage peeked just enough from the top rim of the dress yet kept her decent as she approached him. Her mane had been brushed, styled back to keep out of her face and allowing her bright eyes to peer up at Spike’s expression. A touch of eyeshadow and lipstick was all she needed to further emphasize her already attractive features while she walked forward, a long dark leg peeking from the slit in the dress’ side.

“Spike.” The way she said his name was in one way recognition, and in another, a soft question. She and Rarity had spoken. She knew of his feelings. But Spike wasn’t sure how she might feel herself.

“Vanity.” He greeted back, extending a hand out to her. She rested hers in his and stepped closer, the bracers she always wore clinking lightly from movement. “You look fantastic. I hope I match up well enough. Though I feel like a boulder next to a star.”

“...she told me you were a flatterer. Among other things.” Vanity replied, smiling. There was a pause between them, neither quite knowing just how to continue. Vanity tried first. “Spike...I…”

“Yes?” His heart raced as a million possible scenarios played out in his mind. Many of them were negative, out of an instinctual fear of rejection. It couldn’t be helped; a mare as lovely as Vanity could have any man she wanted. He wondered, for a moment, could she feel his own nervousness in his hand she held?

“...I’m so glad. To have this chance with you.” She said, and like that, Spike’s fears faded. The pounding in his ears dimmed as Vanity continued. “When Lady Rarity first spoke to me, I was so afraid. I feared I had done wrong in her eyes. To hear her speak of your affections, but directed to me...I could barely believe my ears. I thought I’d fallen into a dream.”

“If this is a dream, well, it’s pretty darn vivid to me. You certainly look like a dream.” He replied, and she beamed at him. “I’ve just...there’s a connection with you I can feel. It’s not just the whole situation with Rarity and all that. It’s hard to explain in words. But things just click right when I see you happy, see you smiling.”

“You do an admirable job of making such actions easy.” She appraised. “Come. Lady Rarity has kept this surprise of yours hidden all this time. May I see it?”

In response, he offered his arm, and she took it. He did his best to ignore how easily his arm brushed and sank into her bosom when it moved against him and focused on escorting her down the stairs to the Boutique’s showroom floor. When the room was finally in full view, he stopped to let her see it, extending his free arm out in a broad sweep. “Ta-da!”

It hadn’t taken too much labor to convert the room from a showroom into a romantic dining room as if he’d cut out the setting from the town itself and teleported it there for them both. A makeshift fireplace had been built up against a nearby wall; the fire kept low but providing warmth into the room efficiently. A large, circular red carpet had been laid out over the floor, one Spike had found while Rarity assisted with moving her catwalk out of the way for his intentions. A simple dining table with two chairs sat a few feet away from it, a lit set of candles in the middle of the table with a white tablecloth covering underneath it. The curtains had been drawn on the room’s opposing side while the window nearest to the table was revealed, allowing the moon outside to shine into the room. A nearby cart with several silver food platters rested nearby, ready for use at a moment’s giving.

“Oh. This is...Rarity has spoken of these rituals. Courtship. Dates, is the term?” Vanity questioned.

“Mmhmm. I know being out among others makes you uncomfortable, and the cold weather doesn’t exactly let us have a picnic either. So, why not bring the date here to you?” Spike explained. “It’s a little old-fashioned, I’ll admit. But sometimes, being old-fashioned is the ticket.”

“No one would complain or speak against a gesture like this. Spike...thank you.” Vanity replied before embracing him. He returned it and took the additional step of kissing her forehead, bringing a pink hue to her dark cheeks. “I hope it wasn’t too much work to do.”

“You’re worth the effort and more. C’mon. The only downside of the setup was not eating a bite of the food!” He said, earning a giggle from Vanity before she let him guide her to her seat, seating her first before bringing their food over to them both. Spike’s choice of food had been a little tricky at first. Knowing Vanity liked sweets was one thing, but he had to work to solve the rest of the dinner. Rarity had done her part to help, letting him know that she favored many of the same foods the fashionista did.

Thus, bringing her the tray as her own personal butler, Spike revealed a prepared and still fresh salad akin to how he knew Rarity enjoyed them. Yet by Vanity’s smile, he could see she approved of the change in salad dressing to suit her tastes than just Rarity’s. He did have to hold back on chuckling, though, when Vanity’s gaze zeroed in on the small, but delicious-looking chocolate cake still left on the tray for the time being.

Seating himself across from her, he gestured at the plate and said, “I hope it’s all to your liking. I admit I’m not 100% the best chef. You should’ve seen how many different ways I’ve learned to burn through salad leaves and into a plate.”

“Tell us-me about it. I wish to hear it from your own lips.” Vanity asked, her eyes trained on him. “The tales of your life intrigue me. Your adventures, your challenges.”

“I’ll do you one better. We’ll trade tales.” He offered her, gesturing at her with his fork. “I’ll regale you with tales of Spike the Great,” he paused to puff his chest out with all the boastfulness he could mock-up, making Vanity laugh, “and in turn, you tell me of some of the tales of you and Rarity out in the world. I know that mare traveled around. I’d like to hear things from your perspective.”

And so they went. Spike told her of some of the early trials in his life: fighting Sombra when he came back to life, the first time making friends with Discord, journeying to the Dragonlands. He did his best to not come off as boasting or arrogant, yet he never seemed to bore Vanity nor tire of her attention. She’d give him back equal tales of interest, providing a backseat view into some of the times Rarity had been thrown tail-over-head into the challenges of the fashion industry.

“...And so she unveiled the surprise star of the fashion show: Miss Coco Pommel, the former assistant to the Polomare woman. She was completely unprepared for miss Pommel to upstage her so well. Rarity felt quite the satisfaction in besting Polomare’s attempt at undoing her success again, but credited the true success to Coco.” Vanity detailed as Spike listened. The food had been quickly consumed by them both throughout several stories, more attention paid to the speakers than what their taste buds came across. “Ever since then, Rarity has been a steadfast supporter of miss Pommel and her own fashion line. I admire Lady Rarity’s ever-existent care for her. She is like a sister to her.”

“Well, in a way, you have been her sister. Well. Like...quarter sister?” Spike surmised before scratching his chin. “Not gonna lie, math wasn’t the strongest point for me. More Twilight’s field.”

“She is quite capable, is she not?”

“She could make a calculator sweat trying to keep up with her brain. Oh my stars, if you knew how much chalk dust I had to wade through on days, Twilight got into a research kick.” Spike gave a faux cough and waved his hand before his face. “I sometimes thought about keeping a personal set of glasses and an oxygen tank just to get through it.”

Vanity laughed, and Spike smiled at the sound. Her laughter was genuine, thrilled and delighted and light with humor. “Oh, Spike. I could hear such stories for eons, I-oh.” She looked down when the tink sound of her fork hit the empty plate. “Oh goodness. Have I really eaten through so much food? Rarity would think me ravenous.”

“I’d say you just have a good appetite, and I’m not hopeless in the kitchen,” Spike replied, chuckling. “But just because dinner is finished doesn’t mean the date is done. Not unless you want it to be?”

“I would...much rather continue it. I am enjoying you and this. I can see why they fascinate Rarity so.” Vanity said, looking up at him. “But what is next to do?”

“Well, there’s an option I thought of for you. Allow me,” Spike said as he got up from the table. Vanity was left to watch as he approached a small record player, which had been silent the night thus far. Looking back to her, he gestured at it with an open hand. “How would a dance sound? Just us.”

Vanity rose from her seat and walked over to join him at the player. “I would enjoy anything with you, Spike. But...I must confess. Rarity has never shown me or taught me dancing. I have...witnessed it, but never experienced it.”

“It’s a night of firsts then. But that’s no problem.” Spike told her as he set up the player with a record he’d chosen just for the occasion. Once the record was on and spinning, a gentle tune of saxophone and piano began to filter into the room. The dragon turned to his would-be date and held out a hand to her. “We can go through it together.”

“I fear I may not be as...enticing a dancer as Lady Rarity.” Vanity warned as she held his hand. He took it and brought it up to kiss the top of her hand lightly.

“It’s not Rarity I want to dance with. It’s you. Just you and me, together.” He told her, smiling down at the sheepish mare. Her bright eyes seemed to twinkle with emotion at his reassurance, and she nodded before letting him guide her into position with him. His height bore little trouble for the magical mare, his hand finding purchase on the small of her back behind the curtain of her mane while keeping ahold of her other to the side of them. She had hers around his middle, at first gentle but easing into a more secure grip as they let themselves wind and waltz to the music.

Spike wondered if there was something he should try to say as they danced together. The steps were a comfortable rhythm to fall into for something like slow dancing, and it felt right for somepony who wasn’t used to such a thing. Rarity wasn’t a high-profile dancer herself, but she still relished the opportunity to hold onto Spike as they moved along the dance floor. Vanity seemed much of the same mind, her eyes watching his as they moved. The rest of the room seemed to fade away in the wake of her dazzling pools.

“See? Easy to settle into. You’re a natural.” Spike appraised.

“Only with a handsome guide to lead me.” Vanity said back, making the drake chuckle.

“You know, you’re gonna spoil me with all those compliments. Hasn’t anypony told you a dragon’s ego is like a hot air balloon?”

“It is a phrase I recall in passing. But it hardly deters a compliment where it is due.” Vanity said. She brought her head forward and rested it against his chest, her cheek nuzzling into his jacket top as she continued. “You have done more to make me feel alive in our time together than I could ever have envisioned.”

Spike blushed at the remark but didn’t speak against it. Instead, he continued to lead the slow and easy sway of their dance, his hand at her back idly petting and moving every so often. The comforting motion only made the mare hold onto him tighter, keeping close. Only just enough space was allowed to let them continue to dance, with all the rest of it occupied by her snuggling up to him, her dark colors contrasting with his white suit.

“...you deserve to get to feel that way.” He replied. The words came out quiet but in full sincerity of emotion, making Vanity look up to him. There was something searching in her gaze, and he didn’t look away or blink as she stared up at him. She started to lean up, and Spike moved to meet her slowly. They were only mere inches away...he could count her eyelashes from this vantage…

Skrrt

The aura around them popped like a spent bubble, both pausing and looking to the record player as the music suddenly stopped. It made both of them freeze up, looking from each other to the player and back. Spike was the first to speak, giving an apologetic smile.

“I guess I should’ve made sure the record wasn’t scratched.”

Vanity gave a light chuckle before shaking her head, her mane swaying with her motions. “Allow me. I can restore it. I have been practicing more.”

Spike watched as Vanity made to move for the player, only to stumble with a surprised “Oh!” escaping her lips. Her heel caught onto a tuft of rug that had bunched up from their slow dancing, the shift in balance throwing her forward to the floor. Instinct made Spike surge forward, first catching her by the arm to help her stay upright a moment or two longer, turning her about in the air. With that accomplished, the drake placed himself between the floor - knowing the carpet didn’t offer much in the way of padding or cushion - and Vanity’s form. When she landed on him, he was there to catch her and gave only the lightest of grunts as she laid atop him.

“You know, I’ve heard of ponies saying ‘get on the dance floor,’ but I don’t know if...this is what they...meant.” He trailed off as Vanity lifted herself up and peered down at him. Though the positioning had changed, their close proximity still allowed him to appreciate her features, only now it was her on top. Her mane fell about their heads, long silken lengths of violet and the occasional starlight bright white around them. Her hands rested beside his shoulders while her body rested atop his. For all her curves, Spike found her to be a comfortable weight astride him. It brought to mind other thoughts. Thoughts he’d been trying to keep at bay all evening.

“It seems maybe I...need more practice in heels.” She remarked. Her lips looked so soft, full, and kissable. Her cheeks were a rosy hue, only bringing out the color of her eyes more.

“...could practice other things.” He mumbled out, making Vanity blink before something seemed to click in her mind.

“...other things?”

“Well...there’s...there’s uh…” being put on the spot made Spike realize his thoughts were showing. His hands, he just understood, were holding onto Vanity’s hips, his fingers pressing through the fabric of her dress to grip her sizable body beneath. This close, he could feel the tickle of her breath against his mouth as she breathed out, her chest making a delightful show of trying to almost slip out of her dress. “...you know.”

“I might know,” Vanity seemed to purr out as she moved a hand to rest on Spike’s chest. Her eyes stayed fixated on his, and Spike felt almost being regarded as a meal found by a hungry tigress, “...but maybe you can show me?”

The question lingered in the air between them, smoldering as much as the heat in Spike’s stomach. He wavered for a few seconds, uncertainty gripping him before her. But while he felt he couldn’t decide, it was Rarity who gave him that final push as her words echoed in his mind.

‘Show her the same affection you give to me.’

He closed the distance between them and kissed Vanity with a hunger he didn’t realize had been brimming in him all this time. She welcomed it, sinking into his hold and bringing her hands up to hold his cheeks as he held her around her middle. She tasted of sweetness, of both the dessert she’d last eaten and the flavor of her own self that greeted him. He yearned for more, pressing harder into the kiss before breaking to breathe, then diving back in for a second, and then a third.

He was left panting slightly from the effort, but Vanity looked almost as hungering as he did. She continued the affection with a barrage of kisses on his face, cheeks, and chin before returning to his lips. The almost worshipful nature of her actions goaded Spike’s desire, and he couldn’t help a wandering hand that reached down to grip her rump through the dress, evoking a moan in Vanity’s throat. The open window it offered allowed him to slide his tongue into her maw to tangle with hers, wet and eager as she took everything he had to give.

When there was a moment’s pause in breathing, Spike found it filled with a loving stare shared between him and Vanity. The dark unicorn’s lips were wet with their shared saliva, and even though he wasn’t sure she needed to breathe, the delightful rise and fall of her bosom made him not question it for a moment. Her hands came up to rest on his cheeks, her voice a burning whisper in his ears.

“I need you, Spike. All of me desires you. I crave your touch. Your hunger. Use me to fulfill every pleasure you can imagine.” The lustful tone made his cock throb in his pants as his imagination went rampant with such an open offer. But a single breath of air offered clarity in his mind: lust might fuel him, but love would guide him. Vanity bore no resistance as Spike raised up and pulled her into his lap, the mare’s weight an inviting sensation as her hips straddled his middle. He lowered his head to kiss under her jawline, then trailed down her neck while breathing in the perfume fragrance she was wearing. Lavender filled his senses, and he stopped to nibble at her neck.

“We need to lose this dress.” He growled out. Vanity shivered above him, but a wave of her hand and a touch of magic had them both naked in an instant, clothes forgotten and flung aside. Cool air barely got to cross his scales before her warm body, and the heat of the nearby fireplace washed over the drake. He hummed in approval before pulling back to gaze at Vanity. The glow of the firelight dancing along with her dark fur only made his desires grow. Vanity seemed to sense this and brought her arms up under her chest to make the impressive mounds lift up.

“Still hungry, my dear Spike?”

“Starving.” He replied. It was all he gave before his head dove down to bury itself amidst her cleavage, nuzzling into the valley of tit-flesh and savoring the contact of it surrounding his head. He only needed one arm to keep her upright while the other wandered down her side, his claws a teasing sensation along her curves while he set about licking and nibbling on her breasts. She was at least one size bigger than Rarity was, he could guess and sought to give every inch of her his due attention. A flick of his tongue against a darker colored nipple made her squeal, and he dove on the spot to bring out more of the same. Lips latched tight around the sensitive nub, and he suckled hard while letting his hand wander further south.

It took him but a few moments to find her nethers, the heat coming off her as prominent as her wet folds his fingers found. Vanity’s gasp only drove him on, flicking his tongue around the nipple before plunging a long finger into her depths. Her pussy welcomed the attention, clutching at his digit as he worked it back and forth into her. Gasping quickly became moaning as Spike worked her over, letting her cling onto his shoulders with both her hands as he switched breasts. The one he’d been working over had light nibble marks around her nipple, soon covered by the palm of his hand working on kneading and squeezing as much of her as he could get ahold of. Her breast filled around his fingers as they sank into her chest, making her coo and wiggle her hips when a second finger plunged her depths.

“S-Spike! Oh, Spike, yes! Touch me! Deeper!” She cried out. He worked her faster, fingers wiggling and teasing her walls as her marehood tried to tighten around him, to keep his playful digits inside. He smiled - as best one could with a mouthful of tit - and brought a third finger into play. A nimble stretch of his index and ring fingers made Vanity gasp as her lips were spread wider apart, his middle finger plunging deep into her folds to reach further than the rest. Back and forth, steady and fast, he worked her over. The double treatment was sometimes Rarity’s favorite, and it seemed to be doing the same for Vanity’s pleasure as well.

Which was why he was well-prepared for the shriek from the dark unicorn when all four fingers went to work inside her, his index and pinkie now holding her open while the middle two fingers poked and stroked her. She was gasping and moaning in tandem with his efforts now, hands clutching to his muscled form for some sort of grip to hold onto. Her juices were soaking the palm of his hand, making it slicker and easier to work his fingers into her tight marehood. His lips enclosed around the nipple he was on and sucked hard, tugging on her just enough to try and set her off.

“Spike! Spike! SPIKE!” The steady rise in tone only had him go faster, barreling Vanity into her first climax of the night. He felt her whole body tighten against him and around his fingers, and he mentally cheered for the way she responded as he continued to wiggle his fingers against her folds throughout her climax. She trembled, high-pitched gasps for air all she could manage as ecstasy overwhelmed her. Retrieving his fingers from her depths took a moment as he slowly withdrew back to elongate the moment. Vanity mewled in protest as she was left empty for the moment, panting as she finally opened her eyes to look at him. “Oh Spike...such pleasure! Such tenderness! You...oh my!”

She had glanced down between them and had fixated on a clear and present change in Spike’s state. Namely, the way he was now throbbing and stiff, his erection’s tip aimed up as if meeting her stare. He had been ignoring the feeling in favor of working on Vanity’s pleasure, but with that focus gone, the tell-tale pulse of his member betrayed his thoughts. The heat of the fireplace and the warmth coming off of Vanity’s form helped keep him relaxed even as he sat there bare before her.

“...how shall I…?” She let the question hang in the air. It cut into Spike’s clouded thoughts a little, and he looked to her blushing face.

“Whatever feels natural. Trust me; just explore what feels good for you. I’m sure I’ll feel good toooohhh.” He trailed into a sigh as Vanity’s hand took hold of his rigid length, her fingers cool against the heated member as she stroked him a couple times to get the feel of him. He couldn’t help a shiver when she’d brush the small bumps that dotted the sides of his length, spreading his legs as she adjusted her position to get off his lap and lay between them. The new vantage point put her face directly at level with his cock, still stroking it slowly and looking up to him.

“Such an exquisite male. What if we…” Vanity trailed off before extending her tongue out to brush it against his underside. Wet and gentle, the pink muscle was a pleasant compliment against his reddened length, continuing to throb as she stroked and tended to him. Spike exhaled through his nose, doing his best to not only not force himself on Vanity as dragon instinct might’ve demanded but to not rush her either. Her first foray into lovemaking should be at her own pace, not just what his libido desired.

When she did come to a stop, both with her hand and her tongue, Spike’s cock was left with a healthy shine of spit along its surface. He looked confused as Vanity seemed to be thinking and was about to question if something was wrong when she spoke up. “Not nearly enough. To pleasure my drake needs something with more oomph.”

“Um. I’m...enjoying things fine, really-” He tried to cut in, but Vanity shook a finger.

“Rarity and I both agree: fine is not the best. And you deserve only the best I can offer.” Vanity insisted before looking up at him. Spike tore his eyes from her breasts that shook as she’d moved, but his glance had been noticed. Vanity’s grin was downright mischievous, making Spike blush. “Ah. How silly of me; I neglect two of my best tools that you fancy.” She noted before scooting forward, her hands cupping her breasts and lifting the mounds up before letting them fall into his lap, engulfing his cock into her cleavage in a heated embrace that had him throb from the contact.

“Holy...oh geez.” Spike huffed out, making Vanity grin in victory as she pressed into her bosom from both sides and squeezed her bountiful tit-flesh around him. His tip poked out from the top of her cleavage, a dark red contrasting with the onyx black fur surrounding it. The drake couldn’t hold back a groan as she massaged her tits around his cock, giving her own pleased sigh as she no doubt felt his hips buck in reaction.

“Much better. Let me worship your body the way you deserve...my Spike.” Vanity said before beginning to work her breasts up and down his length, a continuous massage of pleasure that had Spike’s mind reeling. His moans couldn’t be contained and seemed to urge Vanity onwards, the mare relishing his verbal approval with a kiss to his tip. The kiss led to another, then a third, before she hungrily engulfed his end in her mouth and suckled on it.

“V-Vanity!” Spike cried out. She gave no reply but to run her tongue in circles around his head in her mouth, moaning as she tasted him and clearly approved from how she pushed her head and breasts down further to get more of him. Rarity couldn’t quite do this as well as Vanity was performing: not that Rarity lacked skill, but more that Vanity’s body was big enough to do it. Her breasts were soft as clouds yet as warm as the fireplace near them. He was sweating as he continued to pump his hips up, further driving him through her cleavage and into her waiting maw. She welcomed his efforts, her eyes closed as she centered on tasting him and stroking his cock with her breasts.

The slapping sound of Spike’s groin meeting Vanity’s bosom continued in the empty room, mixing into the chorus of grunts from Spike and the amorous sounds Vanity was making. His efforts would make her breasts give a bounce around his length, a visual stimulation that had Spike fixated on her as she worked him over. Her long mane fell about her head and shoulders, a framing color of violet against her black fur that only further brought out her beauty. Her full, plush lips caressed every part of his cock that she could reach that her tits couldn’t, fully engulfing the drake.

It was too much; for being inexperienced, Vanity was a quick learner. He was already leaking pre-cum. He could feel it; she was drinking up every drop of it. His thrusting grew more urgent, and Vanity pulled herself off of his tip to watch him as his cock swelled in size. Droplets of pre fell onto her cleavage and chest, adding a shine to her skin that bolstered what her sweat had done before. Spike huffed and growled as Vanity squeezed her tits tighter around him, her nipples poking past the minute barrier her fingers made over them.

“Give me your essence, my drake. Let it rain upon me. Mark me! Yes!” Vanity pleaded, growing more fevered as Spike’s tip swelled up. Spike chanced a look with squinted eyes tight from pleasure to see Vanity open her mouth wide, her tongue hanging out and her eyes pleading for his cum. It broke the proverbial straw in his back, and his back arched as he felt his orgasm surge from his core and out through his member. Streams of seed burst from his cock in thick spurts, splashing white against her face, neck, and chest. The streams of his cum only continued as Vanity moaned in bliss, basking in his marking of her skin. It poured out, flowing down into her cleavage and further streaking marks against her dark fur.

By the time Spike stopped splashing her and retrieved his length from her cleavage, Vanity was left laying before the fire to bask in his smell and seed. Even with his mind numbed from the orgasm she’d given him, his cock didn’t stop from working to regain its hardness as he watched her run her fingers along the slope of her breasts, scooping up his seed and bringing it to her lips to devour. The languid way she did it, as well as the lustful moans she gave, only egged him on. He didn’t say anything as he moved closer, idly grabbing for a bundle of clothing he vaguely realized was his discarded jacket before reaching for Vanity.

“Oh, Spike…” She sighed out as she watched him, moving with his fast motion of lifting her head so he could place the bundle of a jacket under it. Her mane fanned out and pooled around her head as he positioned himself at her waiting entrance. The puffy lips beckoned to him, but he regained a semblance of thought as he stared down at Vanity’s lustful expression.

“We can do this slow and easy. Or I can show you why Rarity takes her days off after I visit.” Spike growled out. Vanity reached up with a hand to caress his neck, then his cheek. The affection in her eyes made them shine.

“I want it all. Ravish me, my Spike.”

Well, who was he to turn down the invitation?

Instead of the slow entry he’d intended for, Spike aligned his cock and let his pointed tip breach through first, giving the false impression of going easy on her. He waited, counting the moments before Vanity opened her mouth to speak, likely to insist again before he grinned and slammed himself to the hilt in one motion. Her soaked folds took him well enough, but the force of the sudden penetration made Vanity throw her head back and scream incoherently. She tightened around him hard, clenching like a wet vice of pleasure that had him growl and pull back only halfway before slamming in again.

“Yes! YES!” The unicorn beckoned him. Her hands were quick to latch onto his broad shoulders, bringing him closer to her before grasping at his back desperately. “Use me. Fill me. Make me yours!”

The fireplace burned beside him, adding its heat to the raised temperature surrounding the two of them. Sweat continued to pour from Spike’s brow and down his form as he worked his cock in and out of Vanity’s tight grip, trying to already milk him for more of his seed. He wasn’t in danger of it happening yet, having just climaxed. The drake took full advantage of this to work her over, the rough and fast pace of his thrusts making her whole body bounce and tremble under him. Her legs clambered around him to try and further grip him, but only one leg managed it while the other stayed to the floor and raised back, keeping her spread wide for him to claim her.

Huffs of air came out of his nose as Spike continued to make Vanity beg and plead for more of his cock. Dragon pride demanded he fulfill her apparent wish to use her, making her pussy into his own personal plaything. She was almost as vocal as Rarity if only lesser from the saving grace of being too lost in ecstasy to scream obscenities and randy things at him like the alabaster unicorn often did. He shifted into a jackhammering speed, clutching at her hip to steady her and pin her under him while he went. Vanity’s tits bounced in random motions as she tried her best to keep up, her torso shifting in random directions from the force of his thrusts.

When she tightened up around him and screamed, he did offer a stroke of mercy and slowed to long, powerful strokes to further stretch out her climax. Her mouth stayed in a wide “O” shape as she sucked in air in large gulps, all but collapsing against the floor as her muscles failed to respond to her. Spike felt a notch of victory in his mind, but there was still the matter of his own far-off climax yet to be achieved. As Vanity lay there, he lowered his head down and growled in her ear.

“Roll over.” He commanded. “I want to take you from behind.”

She obeyed, wordless yet entirely willing as he withdrew from her nethers to let her move. Her lips remained spread wide, the pink depths within begging him to fill her again as she scrambled to lay on her front. She offered her wide rump up, a sight that made Spike growl in approval before slapping his cock into the valley her butt cheeks made. He ground himself against her, evoking a wanting coo from the shadowy mare before she squeaked in surprise as Spike engulfed her from behind, his strong arms embracing her around her front and bringing her up just enough that her hands dangled a couple inches off the ground.

“Are you mine, Vanity? My plaything?” He whispered in her ear. “I can feel how wet you are.”

“B-breed me. Please, my...my master.” She replied, chancing a look over her shoulder to him. “Claim me. I want...I need you!”

With a growl, he reared back and used a hand to align himself again. His pointed tip found purchase after one missed thrust, filling her wanting depths and making the mare moan as he pressed almost to her womb. Their new position left Spike kneeling on the floor, Vanity half-squatting, half-kneeling in front of him as he kept her upright yet bounced her as he thrust into her nethers. His new grip on her breasts allowed him to squeeze and knead the bountiful mounds at his leisure, making the unicorn seemingly melt under his efforts.

She was beautiful like this, he realized: hair a wild mess, body sweating and trembling, curves bouncing as her rump met his groin with every deep thrust he gave. She didn’t resist him at all, only giving all of herself to him. She tried to reach back to him, to hold onto him and silently communicate her want for him as she clenched around his cock. The rapid slap of his balls against her only added to the symphony of moans she gave off as he mated her. She was every part the wanton lover she wanted to be for him, he thought, as he reached down with his head and licked along her neck.

The touch of his tongue, a tender motion of silent affection, made Vanity’s head jerk to face him. Desperate, longing, she reached for his cheek and brought him up so she could kiss him full-on. He welcomed it, vaguely realizing both Vanity and Rarity were romantics at heart, even in the midst of sweaty rough sex. The thought of Rarity made him wonder for a moment if she could feel his efforts through Vanity’s connection: would she have left it open to Rarity so she too could experience and feel all she did? The thought of pleasing not just Vanity but Rarity as well made the fire in his belly burn all the brighter.

He growled into her lips and picked up his pace, giving up on rhythm for pure lust for the dark unicorn before him. She took it entirely and screamed in delight, Spike’s fingers finding the erect nipples on her bouncing breasts and tugging on them in a way that her squeezing his cock tighter. She was clearly close to reaching that orgasm she yearned for, and he wasn’t far behind. The drake saw in his mind’s eye Rarity equally yearning, using her fingers or even a magic-crafted toy to pleasure herself as she watched the two before her. She’d be begging for release as well.

Spike’s lips left hers to find her neck again, and here was where he chose to nip at her skin, enough to further push the dominance his dragon side commanded of him but giving Vanity all the pleasure she desired. She slammed into her orgasm with the force of a freight train, locking up and around Spike’s cock, especially while he tried to thrust through her wet climax. The wet splashes of her juices against his thighs and lap only pushed him on, lungs and muscles burning. He couldn’t hold it off any longer and finally gave in, a triumphant roar leaving his throat as he hilted himself into Vanity’s depths, and his cum surged forward again. With her milking every drop she could get from him, it took barely two seconds for Spike to flood her marehood and for the excess to start flowing down her thighs while continuing to build a swell in her womb.

“Y-yes...yes...b-breed...m-my master...my Spike!” Vanity gasped out as she started to go limp in his hold. Spike was in a similar breathless state, bringing both of them to a sweaty, messy heap on the floor while keeping her close to him. He embraced her fully and kept his cock inside her depths while he and Vanity basked in the afterglow. “T-this...this is...life. I feel...complete.”

Spike chuckled into her neck and kissed her cheek lightly, earning a loving look from the dark unicorn. “You were amazing.” He appraised. “Your master, huh?”

Vanity’s face was flushed as she looked aside, but her hand reached for his even as she clenched around his semi-hard cock still in her marehood. “...only you. My Spike.”

“I can work with that.” He assured her, making her look to him before they shared a loving kiss. The fireplace’s embers continued to burn, allowing the couple to lounge with one another in the aftermath. They could clean up later on; for now, there was only the attention they had for each other. If one was observant just enough, just past the pair and looking from the reflection of a nearby window, one could see Rarity’s delighted and flushed expression watching the two.

“I love you, my dearest Spike.”

Author's Note

I wanted to try a different take with the Nightmare Rarity character than I've seen others do. This took some time to hammer out, but I feel satisfied with it now. Certainly adds a new wrinkle to Spike's relationship, doesn't it?

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