Author's Note

I | What's So Wrong about Interspecies? (Or, A Study in Scarlet)

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A Study in Scarlet

Spike hummed himself a little song as he dripped blood through the market square.

He didn't care for the mess he left behind or the ponies looking at him strangely: he was too caught up in his song in dance even to register the pain shooting up his left leg. It could have been broken for all he knew, and yet, he couldn't have cared less about the matter—or at all, and that's if he even wanted to.

"Da-de! Da-do! Da-da, da-da-da!" Spike took one step forward and one step, then two steps with a bit of twirl at the end. He wasn't sure what made him want to dance all of a sudden, only that he was currently doing so and outside the boutique, no less. "Da-de. Da—oooh!"

A small garden next to the building had caught his attention. He shuffled over to a piece of land in his dancing, keeping his hips moving left and right even as he stood in place, assessing all the flowers present before him. He found a rose as red as the colour of his blood and thought that would make it all the more romantic—plucking it straight away and shuffling himself back to the door of the boutique.

He gave the wood three timely knocks.

A few moments passed, then...

"Oh! I'm so terribly sorry," the sing-song voice came from the other side of the door, followed by hoof-steps growing louder. "The Carousel Boutique doesn't open until later this afternoon, but if you like, you can leave me you—"

"You have a voice of a goddess in the morning," Spike said as he shifted his weight to his good leg. "And I could use any divine healing you're willing to spare for a friend."

"Just what kind of stallion says such cheesy things first thing in the morning?" Rarity asked as the sound of her hoofsteps stopped behind the door, a blue glow manifesting itself around its handle. "Wait a second, that voice is no stallion..." The door opened to reveal the beautiful white mare, her head tilted at the sight of her visitor. "...Spike?"

"The one and only." Spike lowered himself onto his bleeding knee, holding out the rose he'd plucked from before. "Now, I know they may both start with an 'r,' but a rose really is no substitute for a ring."

"A r-ring!?" Rarity shook her head as she stepped outside. "Spike, are you..."

"Asking you to marry me? Yes." He shrugged his shoulders. "Now I know you want a dashing prince to steal you away into a sunset, but since we're on budget constraints at the moment, how about we do a pretend proposal now and do the real thing later?"

"Spike, darling, you're not making any sense!" Rarity's eyes then lowered to his knee, which still leaked blood down his ankle. "Oh, heavens dear, you're bleeding!"

"Only because I jumped from the second story of the castle to be here now!" Spike clapped his claws and brought them next to his muzzle. "It was terrible, Rarity! I had to escape from my fate of doing chores all day so that I could come to proclaim my love to you!"

"You must have whacked your head terribly during your fall for you to be acting this way!" Rarity clasped her forehooves over his claws and pulled him inside the building. "We must get that knee and head of yours checked straight away!"

"W-What about my proposal?

"We shall deal with that once we are inside!"

The drake was pulled inside the boutique, and the door was slammed behind him.

"What will it take to convince you that I'm not insane?"

"Less blood." Rarity stood at his waist height with her eyes concentrated on his knee, her aqua magic wrapping a roll of bandages around the gash in his scales. They were currently on her modelling platform. "Maybe little less insanity while we're at it."

"But this is Ponyville!" Spike whined. "There's so much insanity that I'm surprised there isn't more blood."

That got a giggle out of Rarity. "My, haven't we've become quite the joker?"

"We could also be lovers if you would just accept the flower."

"There! All bandaged up." Rarity looked up at him. "Now, please lie down so I can see why your head is making you say such things."

"You would have better luck checking my heart." Spike lowered his rump to the floor and became eye level with his love. "The mind can lie while every beat of my heart shows my true love for you!"

"I am all for romantics, darling, but we all very well know your heart beats to keep you alive."

"So you give me life, all the more romantic!" Spike grinned. "That means if you reject my flower, you also stop my heart, and thus, my life!"

"Oh... quiet you." Rarity placed her hoof to his forehead and gently pushed him down. "You're going to lie still while I examine you, okay? Try to answer a few questions if you're up to the task."

Spike crossed his arms. "I'll only answer your question when you'll answer mine."

"Very well, I'll play your silly game." Rarity began at his feet and saw that they were surprisingly clean—besides a few cuts and dried blood. "You wish to proclaim your undying love to me after taking a serious fall from the crystal castle's heights." She began up along his head. "I haven't seen you in close a month, and when I do, it's first thing in the morning, and you're acting and talking far more strangely than usual."

"...is that a yes?"

"But of course!" Rarity stopped at his other knee and felt it up with her forehoof. "Where do I sign the prenup?"

"On my chest with the blood from my knee." Spike looked up at her with a smile. "The misfortune that got us together will also be used to seal the deal between us. What do you think?"

"That my heart is already soaring through the heavens." Rarity couldn't help but giggle as she rubbed her hoof up on his leg, feeling the smooth scales from under her soft touch. "You know, Spike, I've flirted countless times with countless stallions, but never in such a way that we're doing right now."

"This is just fate trying to make the choice easy for you." Spike laid his head back on the ground. "There are so many things different about me from those other stallions, all just to make this meeting all the more special."

"You know, if it weren't for the humour in your tone, I might have been swept off my hooves by your words right now." She continued forward to him, her gaze no longer narrowed but lingering on the muscles pumped beneath his scales. "You have a way with words when you don't have an s-stutter or playing the comedian."

"Who said I was playing funny?" Spike raised his head to look at the mare, who was busy staring at his chiselled abdomen. "I love you now like how I loved you back then, having to look up to lock with your beautiful blue eyes. I may be taller and bigger now, but just like right now, I'll always be looking up to your beauty."

"Oh... you hush with that now." Rarity brought her hoof to his belly and felt her body jolt from the touch. "There is little humour found in joking about a lady's delicate feelings."

"I know. That's why I'm not joking." Spike laid his head back for good. "And I'll even keep perfectly still like you asked to show my honesty, because I love you, Rarity, and I really want to know if you feel the same way."

Rarity's hoof lingered on his scales, their hard but smooth touch ingraining itself in her mind, feeding it with the sensation of coolness and protection, sturdiness and support, and most importantly of all, the muscles being all hers with a correct few words.

"You've had... these feelings for me for a long time now, yes?" Rarity retracted her hoof to the floor. She turned to look at him, and true to his words, kept his head still as his eyes looked up at her. "From the very first moment you saw me, you were smitten with the beauty of my body?"

"And later the brilliance of your personality." Somehow and in some way, Spike's smile became all the more honest and all the more heart-warming. "There are so many aspects of you I could gush about, so many parts of your body that make me gush in more places than one, but no matter which way you spin it, you are perfection incarnate to my beating heart."

Rarity was still, then a moment passed, and then her cheeks flared hot pink, and then she raised a hoof up in the air. "If any of that was a joke or a lie, I shall smack you far worse than any fall from the heavens could hope to muster."

"My heart is beating like crazy from how much I've told you now." He tossed a glance downward. "I already told you my heartbeat will tell you the truth. Go on, give it a listen."

Rarity stood there for a moment, but after a nod, placed her right forehoof and hind leg over his body, lowering herself along his torso as his warm hard scales pressed against her soft, thick fur, the contact a blessing in sensations to all who were involved.

She stretched herself along his chest, delighting furthermore in the bliss as her head rested against the spot where his heart resided. It beat, faster and faster, louder and louder, more robust, each beat something more to the last, and after a second, Rarity blushed even more when she realized this effect on his heart was all because of her.

"You are such a strange creature, Spike." Rarity closed her eyes and embraced the feeling of his body pressed against her underside, her ears lulled by the rhythm of his heartbeat. "Gone for a month only to come back and have me listen to your heart. You were always so scared of expressing what you felt, no less the loves you have inside you."

"Let's just say I was scared for a really long time." Spike raised a claw to her body, letting his digits work out the kinks in her back. "And I'm still a bit scared, but I just don't care about being scared anymore."

"And you sure are a lot better for it." Rarity giggled at feeling the sharp but delicate handiwork of his claw. "Hey, whatever happened to keeping perfectly still? Is your love for me a ruse after all?"

"Once again, my mind has lied about my promise," Spike said with a soft smile, raising his head so he could look down at the mare on his chest. "But my body is so consumed by love for you that it just had to touch you in some way or perfect. You are too cute and too distant to my grasp that I must try to claim you once to be satisfied for the rest of my life."

"Now you have given me far more credit than what is due... but this lady appreciates the words nonetheless." Rarity finally opened her eyes, and even though she didn't want to, lifted her head off his chest to lock with the drake's eyes. "You said your sudden lack of caring has allowed you to express your innermost thoughts and feelings? How was it so?"

"Dunno. Just woke up feeling this way." Spike leaned his head left as his claw found itself combing through Rarity's violet mane. "Not sure how long it's going to last, so I wanted to let you know the truth while I still could."

"And I am truly grateful such a thing has occurred." Rarity lowered her head. "I only wish the same could have been true for me as well."

"Why is that?"

"Spike... I've known you've loved me for a long time." The base supporting Rarity's voice tore itself away. "You many visits whenever you were free, the glances you paid my way and the poetry you expected no one to find—your childhood crush always warmed my heart. I just... I just wish I could have done the same to yours as well."

"But you already have."

"I have given you affection but never confirmation due to my selfish fears and desires!" Rarity could stand his gaze no longer as she sought comfort herself, lowering her body against his chest, her head against his heart. "You are by far the most kind and handsome dragon to have ever lived in these lands, better male than most stallions who I have ever met, but yet, you are still a dragon—there is no denying or changing that fact."

Spike was silent only for a moment. "Is that it, then? A few scales and fangs, and I'm off the bachelor's list?" He then sighed. "Look, I won't have you try for someone you find ugly—"

"You are the furthest thing from that word!" Rarity brought her forehooves under his arms and began to hug his sides. "I always felt a tingle of warmth whenever you showed up at my door as a child, but as you grew older, taller, and dare I say, stronger, my own heart began to beat differently." She began to hug him tighter. "Then you hid away from all us girls, and in a way, it was both a relief and torture for me."

"I can't believe it." Spike slowly brought his arms over her body like he was testing dangerous waters, feeling a shiver leave his body once he was allowed to hold her petite body against himself. "All these years of angst and loneliness and all this time you felt the same way on the other side of the door. But the only thing I don't get is why you didn't open the door?"

"It was because you were still a dragon, Spike." Rarity snuggled closer to the creature she was speaking against. "Even though you were more of a friend than any other stallion has been in my life, I am still a fashionista that must keep up appearances, and should it become known that our love was to be..."

"That was it?" Spike asked, not with anger, but with confusion in his tone. "A few choice words from some nobles and a couple of gossip magazines getting their content for a week? I got much worse from that due to the relation I have to Princess Celestia!"

"But she is an established monarch, and I was just starting out!" Rarity's voice almost cracked. "I was scared how other ponies would perceive an inter-species relationship, how much of an impact it would have on my career, how worse off we would be if we finally came to claim the other!"

"Rarity... you know I love you, but you can't keep caring about what other ponies are going to think and say about your choices in life." Spike brought one claw to her neck and the other around her barrel. "If you continue to care what others think, you live off their vague perception of you, and your actions and your life will always be inconsistent with your true character."

"S-So what is the answer then!?" Rarity looked up at him with tears breaking the mascara in her eyes. "What must I do!?"

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Spike exhaled deeply. "But if you should start taking actions based on what you think is right or what you want or need—others may influence, but you shouldn't care what they may think. When you start to take actions based on yourself, you start to reveal your innermost character to everyone else—and that will always be more consistent and respectable."

"...Spike?"

"Yeah?"

"You said you could gush about every little thing you love about me."

"That I could."

"Do you think you could do so now?"

"Whenever I'm looking up at the sky sometimes, I am always reminded how much more blue and beautiful your eyes are." Spike brought the claw from her neck and ran a digit along to her chin, holding the fine point up. "Your mane takes so long to get right, and yet, it's always perfect whenever I get the privilege to see it." He brought his claw to her cheek to cup it. "And there aren't enough words in the world to describe exactly what I feel when I look at your face."

"Oh my..." Rarity could feel something building inside her, something different from the heat in her cheek, a similar kind of sensation making the rest of her body feel heated and needed. She found nourishment in his words and desperately required more. "Don't stop, Spike, please don't stop."

"You probably don't need me to say this because you already know it yourself." He brought his claws to her back, and slowly turned around, brought her to the floor as he hovered above her body. "You want one to make you feel like your coat is thick, to have it felt up in a claw and enjoyed." He did precisely that as he lowered his muzzle to hers. "Let's move down your body since we've covered most of what's here."

"Wait!" Rarity raised herself up, arching her back and bringing her muzzle closer to his. She hovered only for an instant before claiming his lips with her own, meshing her plush lips against his slim once, delighting in the taste of mint as her fur seemed to tickle his scales. The kiss lasted for a few moments before they broke apart. She panted as she fell to the ground. "Now you've done everything you should have there."

Spike smiled down at her. "You're almost right there."

He pressed his lips against her delicate chin, kissing the fur underneath it and then nipping at her throat, progressing downward with every kiss growing in intensity, making her body begin to squirm and heat up even further. Something continued to build in her, something long since dormant, and if the drake kept this up, then Rarity was sure this lust inside of her would come bursting out.

"Your body is so slim but with enough weight to be enjoyed." Spike clasped each of her forehooves with his claws as his lips kissed through the valley of her coat. "Your fur tastes as sweet as your voice in my ears." He then brought his claws down to the sides of her body and began to rub along them, getting her flustered at the overwhelming intimate contact. "Would you like me to go lower?"

"I'll push you down there myself if you don't, darling."

"I've never been one for hooves myself, but your immaculate ones have always caught my eye." Spike brought his lips straight to her right forehoof and kissed it deeply. He guided his lips lower to its edge and then down the length of her leg. "I really am stumped as to your beauty routine. Mind feeding your secrets to a brother?"

"Only if you promise to feel me up."

"A win-win!" Spike made it to her underbelly and looked up at her muzzle from there. "I love winning those."

"And I love it when your mouth does something other than talking." Rarity brought her forehooves to the back of his head and pressed it down into her underbelly.

"Mmhmm. There's an issue with that." Spike's lips were getting dangerously close to the crux of her legs where her tail was pinned against. "If you let me kiss you up, then I get to feel how perfect you are. If you let me talk you up, then you get to feel how perfect you are."

"Sounds like that tongue of yours needs to perform a balancing act." Rarity withered under his touch as electricity spasmed between her legs. "Shall we set up some training sessions in my room?"

"Nah. Let's give my claws some hands-on practice here." Spike wouldn't have stared at it before, he wouldn't have talked about it before, and Celestia forbid, he wouldn't have dared or even dreamed about it before, but the drake had zero hesitation in bringing his claw to both of the mare's supple flanks and giving them big squeeze. "Now we can have the best of both worlds."

"Just... what kind of world are you living in for you to gain such courage?"

Spike lurched himself over her body and up to her muzzle. "A world where I only care about you and I and no one else." He claimed her lips while his claws worked at her flank, her globes filling out between his digits in the most pleasurable of sensations. They both moaned into the kiss. "Did I forget to mention how I spent the whole morning going off about how great your flanks are?"

"I thought you only did that very late at night."

"Well, that too, but just don't tell Rarity that." He began digging his digits deep into her plot, working the fat up and down as the fur of her cheeks tickled at his palm. No matter how much he groped, no matter how much he squeezed her behind, it never seemed to be enough. "Seriously though, one of the first things I did was find a photo of you and go crazy at the sight of your flank."

"I hope that's all you did to a photo of me."

"I don't mean to disappoint you, but you're the whole reason why I jumped out the window in the first place." Spike couldn't take it anymore as he broke away from their passionate kissing longer than before to deliver a smack to her right flank, delighting at the sound and watching the cheek jiggle back into place, claiming the fat once again with his claw. "Your ass gave me a purpose in life, one worth breaking away from the chains of chores and risking my life to claim."

"A dragon fleeing his own castle!" Rarity couldn't help but laugh. "Aren't you just the reverse of a classical fairy-tale?"

Spike continued to mesh his claw against her ass as a strong musk began to build in the room, the smell a combined mixture of the dragon and of the pony, both of which could not hold back their panting as their bodies became heated and bothered to an unbearable degree. They stole each other's lips once again, his nimble tongue wrapping her much broader one, but no matter how hard the duo fought for oral dominance, it still wasn't enough to satisfy their desires.

"Mmhmm. Spike?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"There's still one part of me you haven't gushed about."

"Behind your ears?"

"Between my legs." Rarity lowered her tail—slick with her juice—to the ground, exposing her glistening velvet pussy. "Your tongue is good for a lot more than wisecracks, you know."

Spike felt his heart stammer at the reveal and at just how quickly things were picking up. "Y-You're sure about showing this to me?"

"You are the only one I have been waiting to show my marehood to for a long time now." She tilted her head to the left with a grin. "Those words you said, the things you did with your claw, you had me so hot and bothered that I don't care if one of those magazine publishers had a camera at one of my windows right now!"

Spike smiled. "Your wish is my command."

He brought himself down her body until his leg came between her legs, drinking in the sight of her pussy. It winked under such direct attention. His heart continued to hammer at the suddenly very intimate contact.

"Are you going to—OH YES!" Rarity went to look down at him when she felt him blow wind on her folds, making her lower lips tingle before they were met by his scaly lips, kissing them with as much love as he held for her other lips. She threw back her head. "There you go, Spikey! Give me some more!"

Spike started at the bottom of her lips, sucking back the juices that had been welling there as she slowly moved up along her pussy, feeling her folds coming closer together as he began to reach the top of her pussy where her clit had come out of his hold, the tight ball of nerves looking to be in desperate need of attention.

The drake complied.

"Yes! Focus there! Harder now!" Rarity felt electricity shoot up her spine as her body could not keep still from the throes of pleasure. "Mmhmm. We've spent the past little while speaking about how perfect I am, but I haven't done the same, hmm, pleasure, for you!"

Spike replied by letting his tongue wrap itself numerous times around her clit while his claws held up her hind legs, digits feeling at her flank whenever they could steal the chance.

"While I do miss looking down at you, on the contrary, I often find myself licking my lips at just how tall you are now, at just how much you dwarf my cute little body." Rarity closed her hind legs together, bringing his muzzle deeper into her pussy. "Your muscles are far more alluring to me than that of a stallion, being able to build in all the right places and constantly on display—trust me when I say you've made me wet more than just once."

Spike retracted his tongue from her clit as the praise washed over his being. He brought his lips down to her needy cunt and began to eat her out, letting his tongue slither into her tight tunnel as it licked at all the right places.

"When... when it comes to expressing your love for me, you always begin to stutter and get nervous, and that affair never failed to warm me." Rarity clopped her forehooves together as she couldn't stop grinding her hips into Spike's face. Feeding the image of this kind dragon while he was eating her out drove her absolutely wild with lust. "You're always kind, and you're always there. You complain, but your actions show that you care enough to always do a well enough job." Her breathing began to pick up. "How I haven't jumped on you before is beyond me."

Spike gave a final flick to her tunnel, earning one last writhe of pleasure as he then pulled away from her cunt. He sat back from her with his cock on full display. "You can make it up to me now if you're feeling guilty."

"Afraid I'm not feeling guilty, darling." Rarity sat herself up and crawled toward the drake, her eyes on his standing erection as she licked her lips. "Feeling horny? Oh, absolutely." She brought her muzzle to the base of his shaft, pressing her lips against its pink underside. "Please, allow me to pay the favour forward."

Rarity stole a moment to take in the size and shape of his cock, its long length, thin shape, and rugged ridges across the underside of his cock. Each looked like they could tickle all the right places inside her pussy. She brought her lips to its top, kissing his sharp tip as it then slipped inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around his sweet shaft as she took more and more of it into her maw.

"So this is what heaven feels like." Spike's expression gave way to the pleasure he felt, eye gazing down at the love of his life, the perfect mare with her muzzle down his cock, mane frizzed and looked all the more alluring. He couldn't stop himself from bringing his claw to the back of her head and bobbing her up and down his cock. "Not sure how much more of this I can take, R-Rares."

Rarity glanced up at him with a smile. She slammed her muzzle down his cock, taking his meaty length into her throat as her tongue still worked around his shaft, raising fully just to attack back down, over and over, again and again, gaining a steady rhythm as more pre-cum leaked onto her tongue. After a few moments, she pulled away from his cock and laid on her back.

"Finish inside of me, Spike." Rarity had her hind legs spread while she held herself up on her forelegs. "You've waited far too long... no, we've waited far too long to do this." She bit her lower lip as he crawled over her panting body. "Please, you're driving me crazy with every moment we spend apart."

Spike only smiled as he cupped her cheek with his claw, bringing his lips close to hers. "Your wish is my command, princess." He kissed her as he angled his cock before her opening. Upon feeling himself ready, he slowly pushed the tip of his cock into her folds, feeling her steal a sharp intake of air as his shaft began to slip inside her sensitive passage.

"Mmhmm! Spike!" Rarity broke out of the kiss to let out a moan, looking back at him. “You're positively torturingme.”

"Just showing what you've missed out on all this time." Spike moaned himself at feeling how wet her pussy was, at how tightly her folds hugged the sides of his shaft as more of it entered inside of her, the walls hugging his length just the same as his tip slowly spread them apart. "You're so worried about what ponies will think about us, but have you ever consider the bragging right of fucking a dragon?"

"Oh, just shut up and fuck me harder!"

"We'll get there. Trust me." Spike brought a claw to her back and alleviated her from the floor while his other claw felt up her right cheek, the fat driving his cock all the wilder. "But I'm going to need you to do me a favour before we get to the good stuff."

"Anything!" Rarity's lips quivered. "Just tell me what I must do before you drive me to insanity."

"Well, since you're always worried about how others will perceive us, I want you to look to your right." Spike grinned as Rarity did just that. "Now tell me what you see."

“I see, well, us.” Rarity saw herself in the huge modelling mirror to the platform they were on, herself so cute and tiny, held in the grasp of the big dragon. They both looked perfect in her view, making her pussy earn for the act to continue. "And the sight of us is driving me crazier with lust!"

"Keep looking." Spike pushed the rest of his cock inside her with a final push, both of them moaning, one at the feeling of being filled and the other being enveloped by warmth. "If you see something that you can't bear, then tell me to stop."

Spike pulled his cock out of her cunt and left his tip at his lips, causing Rarity to wonder why he had stopped before feeling him shoot back inside of her, feeling her muscles clench on his cock as if to keep it in place. Still, it did nothing to stop him from pulling out only to slam back in a moment later.

"Oh, my!" Rarity watched as her body was dominated by his, seeing how his claw worked at her plot and how his cock rammed into her cunt. Seeing herself get railed made things better. "This is the sight I worried so much about?"

"Does it feel a lot better than it looks?"

"Oh, kill it with the jokes and fill up my cunt!" Rarity began flicking her hips down his cock, trying to mind her hindquarters around to feel more of his member. "Go as fast as you like, go as hard as you like, just do something! Please, Spike, don't keep a lady waiting."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Spike pushed his cock inside her pussy faster than before, each thrust building in speed as they were faster than the last, feeling her pussy clench tighter and tighter on his length with every entry, every one of her moans driving him further to perform an even better job. The tingling sensation in the base of his shaft began to build, a ball of pleasure growing with every fuck and slam of his thighs, knowing he could not hold back the bliss for long.

Rarity felt the same truth of herself as she watched how determined his expression became through their reflections. There was something in seeing her body ravaged by something so primal, something so scary yet kind at the same time. Her ass had marks from his claws, but no other male could work her butt like the dragon doing so now.

Her pussy was also enjoying the same treatment as his cock split apart her walls every entry. She clenched down on his cock whenever it filled out inside of her to milk it for everything it was worth, to feel his ridges stimulate her folds and to feel his sharp tip shoot inside her further than the time before. Something hot was building at her core, and it would not be held back for long.

"Not sure I can hold out for much longer." Spike's cock slammed in and out of her as fast as he could manage, closing his eyes from the exertion to fully enjoy the exhilaration of their sex. "Are you ready for this?"

"More than just ready." Rarity threw her forehooves around his neck and used him for support. "If what I felt on my tongue is just as good in my pussy, I may very well die in bliss."

"Looks like my humour is catching on."

Spike brought both of his claws to her flanks now that she was holding on to him, allowing him no restrictions in feeling up her ass or anything getting in the way of railing her pussy. He pumped himself inside her, harder than anytime before as she dropped her whole weight onto his cock, clenching her wall the tightest they ever had to deny him any chance of escape.

"S-Spike!"

"Rarity!"

The duo could hold back their bliss no longer as they came. Rarity clamped down on his cock as her juices welled in mixture with the hot load he shot deep into her, warming up an area she was never before aware of. The base of Spike's cock expanded like an egg inside her pussy, knotting itself to her lips to make sure none of their cum can leak out, pushing apart her inner walls like no other stallion could ever manage before.

"Oh, your cock!" Rarity bit down on the side of his neck as she felt his cock grow bigger in her pussy, trapping the torrents of cum inside of her pussy. "I have never had such an experience before in my life!"

After a few moments, the drake slowly pulled his cock from her lips. They spread apart more than they had ever done so before, the sensation triggering another orgasm in the mare as she writhed in pleasure as he finally pulled out.

Knowing her to be too weak to support herself, Spike chuckled and brought his claw to her back, carrying her bridal style into the air.

"Masturbation will never be the same." Spike shook his head as his legs still buckled under the weight of his euphoria. "This may very well be the greatest thing I've ever experienced."

"Then you should be glad that you'll get to experience it again." Rarity kissed his cheek before settling into his strong arms, placing her head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat. "And again and again if you play your cards right. But if you may, our session has rendered me quite tired, and I would like to retire to my room."

Spike smiled down at the mare, the same one he'd been trying for years to make his own, the one now in his arms and being carried the way he'd always dreamed about in his fantasies. In a way, he became part of the dragon he always dreamed of becoming and had claimed that which his heart had long since desired.

Imagining himself as a knight, the drake turned around and began toward the stairs.

"As you wish, my princess."