Summertime makes you think of a lot of things, depending on who’s doing the thinking.
For the kids, it’s the hopeful air of a summer free from school. They don’t have to worry about daily homework, studying for an upcoming test, or trying to make a group project work between themselves. They got to run free, off to have adventures in the humble town of Ponyville, wherever the whims of their imagination carried them. The teachers of the school would likely be just as happy, if perhaps more focused on going to one of the local bars to finally be free of children’s screaming and overly rambunctious antics to finally settle in with a nice drink and good company.
For the workers and farmers that populated much of the town, they saw summer as both a hard-workin’ time and a time for fun. Folks like Applejack would be minding their crops of apples and getting ready to sell some fresh cider, a drink anyone in Ponyville would welcome on hot days like today. The lines for it tended to be legendary, especially for those who wait all year to get a batch of it to take home. The laborers in town would set up betting pools for how high the temperature gauge would reach on certain days of projects arranged in times of cooler weather and calmer heads. The see-saw between cheers of freedom versus groans of acceptance would wander up and down the lanes and streets of the town.
All this happened around Spike, who looked out at the world from the window to his room. Golden Oaks library wasn’t exactly the coolest of places, temperature-wise. The air wasn’t too stuffy inside a literal treehouse, but it wasn’t exactly ventilated either. The bright sunshine from Celestia’s sun-warmed everything it touched, especially much of the wooden floors and furniture that dotted the library’s space. That’s not to say Spike didn’t like the heat; you couldn’t have dragon blood in you and not be comfortable in it. Any other day, he’d probably be out having fun with the CMC, but today was being especially vicious on the lad’s ability to interact.
“Stupid dragon traits...why can’t the wings come first before everything else?” Spike grumbled to no one in particular as he left the window ledge to wander the library floor.
To bear dragon blood in your veins means you experience life in many different ways. For Spike, as a younger child, he thought he already had found that definition in his time spent with Twilight and her friends. The adventures they wandered into - dealing with beings like Nightmare Moon or Discord, or events like Twilight’s brother getting married or the return of the Crystal Empire - suited that mindset plenty. But now that he had finally stepped beyond the recent age line of 18 years old, celebrated in grand fashion with his close friends and family, his heritage was really starting to kick in.
It wasn’t the wings that came in first. It wasn’t enhanced fire breath, sudden bursts of strength, not even a height change by an inch. No, what Spike got was a buttload of hormones that were now all bottled up with nowhere to go, the type of frustration one might think a dip under the sheets with lotion might solve. Except it wasn’t so simple for dragons. It did nothing to abate his sudden burning need to be with a female, any female, to satiate his desires. If anything, it made it worse because it just came back all the more fiercely. Much of Spike’s self-restraint lately went into keeping his composure, especially when with Twilight or on his own in town.
All it would take is one extended look, one glance at the right moment of a peek of cleavage or tight-fitting clothing around the rear, and he’d be feeling his mind running away with fantasies aplenty. Summertime also meant just less clothing in general, and with everyone feeling more active, ideas like the pool or sunbathing were almost torturous to Spike’s growing libido. The fact that each of Twilight’s friends were gorgeous in their own respects didn’t help much, but he managed to not act weird around them.
Well...most of them.
The rotary phone ringing from the wall snapped Spike from his thinking, and he plucked up the brown plastic speaker piece. “Golden Oaks Library, Spike speaking.”
“Spikey-wikey! Just the person I wanted to see.”
Spike fumbled the phone and caught it, fingers trembling on the grip around its base. “H-hey Rarity! How’s it going?” He replied before clearing his throat. That damned stammer of his always crept up out of nowhere. “Looking for Twilight?”
Rarity’s laugh was like the bells of heaven in Spike’s ear before she answered him. “Oh darling, I know where to find her. It’s you I’ve been searching for. Why, you haven’t been here all week since your birthday!”
“Yeah, well, I’ve just...uh. We’ve been re-organizing the library shelves,” Spike reasoned, idly tapping a nearby wooden shelf as he spoke, “you know how Twilight gets when she wants stuff in order. Lists and lists, new order schemes.”
“She is a girl who likes her place in a specific way. The same can be said for any woman, really. Why if I didn’t have my fabrics exactly where I needed them, half of my job would be just putting things in the proper place myself!” Rarity agreed. “Of course, I have you to thank for helping keep things in tip-top shape.”
“Ehehe. You know I love to help you.” Spike’s words fumbled on his tongue, but he pressed on. “So what did you need from me?”
“Well, truth be told Spikey, I have a few orders I could use a spare hand or two with making ready. And aside from myself, you are quite the capable fellow to have around on the work floor. Do you think it’d be too much trouble to come by and help me? Please?” He could easily envision the pleading look on her face, the flutter of her eyelashes as she leaned down to better meet his stare. The way her buttoned shirt would open just enough for a tantalizing look down that vast range of cleavage he could almost touch…
Spike’s body jerked against the wall as he snapped himself from the lustful daydream. “Yeah! Sure! I can help!”
“Oh, wonderful! Swing by any time. I’ll be waiting, Spikey-wikey!” The click of the dial tone made Spike hang up before he brought a hand up to his face and sighed. Heading right from the pan into the oven, he was. But it was for Rarity. He couldn’t imagine saying no to her, and it was a truth he couldn’t deny that he’d been keeping himself away from her. He bore no dislike towards Rarity at all, none of him ever could. Rather, the dislike was centered solely on himself, and the brimming desire that burned under the surface of his skin.
“Come on...it can’t be that bad.”
It was, in fact, as bad as Spike could imagine it. A kind of bad that leaves a man - because that's what he was now, a man of legal age and standing - yearning for more of it even if it’s completely out of his control. His dragon blood sizzled in his veins, his mind’s imagination as rampant as it was almost obscene at times. Going through three glasses of ice water did little to abate the fire that burned within.
All of it centered on Rarity.
The fashionista was always one to dress to impress at any station of the day, be it while working, out in town, even just visiting her friends. It was a trait of hers that Spike had always admired, even in the early days of his crushing on her. The confidence she radiated, the unwavering determination and will to stand in the spotlight from others and smile, made Spike’s heart hammer when she could give him that smile. Before he turned 18, it was merely a flutter of the heart or fire in his cheeks when she’d give him her attention. Now though, it was much more intense.
Her attire today was as professional as it was form-fitting for her: a pale bluish-purple blouse with slightly puffy shoulders, that led down to a corset design of her own making colored a darker violet. It was both slimming and provocative on her form, as Rarity was blessed with an almost divine figure in Spike’s eyes. The open diamond-shaped exposure of her cleavage was entirely a tease, and yet tasteful as nothing lewd was exposed, only hinted at from how tight it clung to her massive chest. The only ones he knew that could boast a bigger chest than her could be counted on one hand. Every time she gave an excited bounce or jump while in front of him, his eyes couldn’t help but follow.
Her lower half was as much a tease as the upper, clad in leggings that seemed almost painted onto Rarity’s legs. Spike had heard of some guys calling women “thick” but he wondered if another term entirely could be invented for Rarity. Her legs were long, and her thighs bore enough heft to them that he’d need five of his small hands to attempt to encircle one. He knew they had muscle underneath the plushness if the fighting he saw Rarity do at Cadance and Shining’s wedding told him anything. When she turned around and leaned over to pick something up, the leggings gave a peek of how they gave way to a garter-styled piece of clothing that connected her waist to the leggings but also gave a tantalizing glimpse of her bare skin, the diamond emblem of her cutie mark peeking out past the cloth. The way her rear would also show itself off defied words to him, leaving him just to stare at the vision that had rooted itself in his daydreams for so long.
Spike considered it a marvel that he wasn’t left drooling in Rarity’s presence. He did his best to stay occupied while helping her, to spare himself any accidents, and to stay on task. Every time she needed a new cloth, he had it at the ready in steady hands. When she needed a count of the needles she’d used, he had already counted twice to be prepared. Rarity deserved only the best in his eyes, and he’d give his best to fulfill that charge. The hours whittled away until it was late afternoon, Celestia’s sun still glowing through the windows but with a darker tint as the horizon seemed to start rising to consume it.
“That’s enough for today, Spikey. Goodness, we made so much headway, I’m ahead of schedule!” Rarity declared.
Spike sighed in relief, and let himself lounge on the nearest sofa. The cushions sank to let him rest against them, his feet dangling in the air above the floor.
“You weren’t kidding. So all this is going to Manehattan?” He questioned.
“Mmhm! They loved the first designs I sent to them, and sending so many extras will make an excellent impression on many of the big names in the industry. Thank you so much, Spike.” Rarity said before approaching him. He had little time to react or move before feeling a soft pair of lips press to his forehead. His eyes shot open and saw only an expanse of white skin before his vision, drawing back as Rarity stood back up with a smile on her plump lips. Spike’s face burned as he just nodded. “I feel I should repay you somehow, Spike. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
Spike’s spare hand reflexively clenched, digging his nails into the plush cushion it rested on while he just shook his head, pushing down the imaginative ways she could fulfill the idea in a way his desires would want. “I-I’m just happy to help you, Rarity. I like being helpful.”
“But who helps you, Spike?”
The unexpected question caught the purple-skinned youth off guard, making him frown and look up again at Rarity’s eyes and away from her shoulder he’d tried to fixate on instead. She was watching him, a pout on her lips.
“I’m sorry?”
Rarity gave a light huff and moved, seating herself beside him. The mere act made Spike comprehend the sheer height advantage Rarity had over him still, a point that would usually be an irritation with anyone else. With Rarity, it only seemed to bring out her allure all the more. Her arm came around the back of the sofa, easily crossing both his shoulders to keep him still while her free hand came up to caress his cheek.
“Spike. I’m not as easy a woman to trick as Twilight or distractible as Pinkie. I know when someone’s trying to avoid me, even if it’s unintentional.” She told him, “and you’ve been doing it since your birthday. Whatever is the matter, dear?”
“Nothing!” He was quick to exclaim but it did little to dissuade Rarity’s look. He surrendered barely a moment later, closing his eyes and leaning into her palm. “...ok, look, I’ll tell you. But you gotta promise it stays between us. I don’t want...any of them to know.”
“You have my promise, Spikey,” Rarity told him, “and you know I’d never break a promise to someone as important as you.”
Spike nodded, and let his gaze fall to the floor away from her. It was the only way to focus his thoughts without letting them be lost to his overactive imagination of late.
“So, remember that I’m one of those types of people with...different blood in me. Dragon blood. Which sounds really cool at first, right?” He started.
“Cool indeed, although I imagine dragons aren’t cold-blooded beings.” Rarity replied before her brow furrowed. “Unless you are?”
“Nah, nah. It’s nothing like that,” Spike waved a hand away at the idea, “we’re warm-blooded. I am. But dragon-folk can get...weird, at points in life. I had to read up on it.”
“Oh?”
“I’ve...when I turned 18, I thought everything was gonna be different. And, you know, some things are. I’m a year older. I got like...another inch in height. I can finally go into the adult sections of stores and not be waved out by a shop attendant.” The last one made Rarity arch an eyebrow, and he folded his arms. “Well, you try to buy a comic book with some extra violence in it when you’re the height of a ten-year-old. Lemme tell you, it gets old kinda quick.”
Rarity, who had let go of his cheek to let him talk, used an index finger to lightly boop his nose. “Height discrimination is never pleasant. At least you’re not buying those strange ones with the warning labels all across the bottom, are you?”
“What-no! I have some standards.” Rarity stared at him for a few moments longer. “...some!” She giggled and he relaxed a little before pressing on.
“But some of the stuff that came with other changes I’ve had trouble with. No wings yet, for instance.” Spike jabbed a thumb back at his own backside. “Was really hoping for that.”
“You’ll grow into them, dear. If coming of age for a dragonkin is anything like other people, it’s not all instantaneous. Believe me, it’s better that way. No need to rush into things.”
Spike sighed and nodded.
“But that still isn’t telling me why you’ve been avoiding me, Spikey. If you think I’m suddenly disappointed in you just because you don’t have wings yet or you’re not suddenly as tall as a tree, you really need to put more faith in moi.” Rarity insisted. “I look at you and still see the wonderful Spikey-wikey I’ve always known.”
He nodded again and tried to figure out a way to verbalize the issue for someone like Rarity. Being crude about things wouldn’t help; if anything, it might outright revolt her. Looking up to the beauty, his will wavered between denial and surrender. The decision was made when Rarity’s hand found his and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Spike?”
“Ican’tstopthinkingofyou.”
The words left him so fast, Rainbow would’ve been left spinning to try and catch it. Rarity only managed to blink and tilt her head, the tell-tale curl of her styled hair giving a light bounce as she shifted. Her grip on his hand didn’t let go of him, and he doubted he could will himself to flee if he tried it. His legs felt like jelly, floppy little limbs against the sofa.
“Try that again, darling?”
“...I...I can’t stop...thinking of you.” He finally let out, and with it, a weight shifted in his stomach. Like a boulder lifted off from his soul, he let more of his spirit speak the truth. “Like I really...really can’t. It’s been like that since my birthday.”
Rarity took this in and left Spike sitting there, waiting, his concern mounting with each passing second of quiet. When she stood up, he let go of her hand and brought both of his hands together in his lap, ducking his head before watching as Rarity walked towards her front door. The green-haired youth sighed and got up from the sofa with a bit of effort.
“It’s ok, Rarity. I’ll go now.” He told her as well as the otherwise empty showroom floor. “I uh...you probably have work to do, and I’m just taking away your free time-”
CLICK
Spike stopped as he saw Rarity close her front door and apply its lock, promptly turning about to face the confused young man and resting her hands on her hips.
“The only place you’re going, my Spikey-wikey, is back right there on that sofa,” she pointed a manicured nail where they’d been sitting, and he obeyed after a moment’s pause, “because we are not done talking. I was merely assuring our privacy; the last thing we need is the likes of Sweetie Belle or the other girls busting in like they tend to do-”
Knock Knock Knock
Rarity raised a finger to her lips, and Spike nodded as he kept quiet. Outside the door, Spike could make out the semi-muffled call of Sweetie’s voice trying to find Rarity. With a brief flicker of magic, Rarity’s “open” sign switched to “closed”. Other muted voices - Spike had to guess were Applebloom and Scootaloo - discussed something with Sweetie before their footsteps walked away. It was a few moments before they were considered gone, and the pair of them relaxed.
“Case in point, darling.” Rarity said as she walked back towards the sofa. Spike sighed in relief.
“Thank you. I don’t think I have the urge to deal with their chaos today.” He replied.
Rarity eased herself into her spot beside him again, but this time, propped her chin on her palm as her elbow rested against the top of the sofa. The position made her bosom seem more pronounced in Spike’s view, which he couldn’t resist glancing at for just a couple precious seconds before staring up into Rarity’s waiting and watching blue eyes.
“So you were explaining before I rudely interrupted, Spikey?”
The dragonkin needed a moment to gather his bearings and rubbed the back of his head. “...I really thought I wasn’t gonna get this far. I half expected you to kick me out.”
“Perish the thought. I would sooner try to...muck out the pigpen at Applejack’s farm than kick you out, Spike.” Rarity insisted. “Please, be open and honest with me.”
“...the truth is…” He took a moment to try and organize his thoughts again, now with the clarity of Rarity being at least open to hearing him out, “...dragonkin people, when they come of age, start to...really experience the whole urge of finding a partner. Like, immediately. It varies from type to type, and we don’t really know what type I fully am. But according to what I could find, once it starts, it keeps going until the yearning is...answered.”
“I see,” Rarity nodded, “and this has been plaguing you since your birthday?”
“Literally the next morning.” He told her. “I went from seeing everyone around me as my friends and good neighbors to all potential...mates, is the word I think. And I thought it would go away, but it just won’t. No matter what I do. The only ones I can keep off-limits are like...Celestia and Twilight. For obvious reasons.”
“Understandable. So otherwise, women like, say, myself,” Rarity gestured at her body with her free hand, Spike’s eyes loosely following the motion and direction her hand moved along the curves of her impressive figure, “leave you rather distracted?”
“Some do. Some are just...distractions.” He told her. “You are...a much more captivating woman.” His brain sparked as it caught up with what he said. “C-capable! I mean capable.”
“A woman likes to be complimented, Spikey.” Rarity replied, smiling. “And I know you mean it too. I can see why you might have tried to distance yourself to try and quell the flames, so to speak.”
“But it doesn’t work!” Spike said as he got up and paced in front of the sofa, leaving her to watch him as he continued. “I go for exercise. I do chores around the library. I go out to even help Zecora sometimes. I’ve read and reread my favorite stories. And still!” He huffed and scratched at his head, his claws only serving to ruffle up his hair, “it just...won’t go away. And I’m worried it never will unless I do something. And when I think of you…”
He trailed off because he wasn’t sure how to explain it. He expected Rarity to cut him off, but a glance at her showed only the patient fashionista watching him with rapt attention.
“...when I think of you, it’s already a lost cause. Because it’s you.”
Rarity’s cheeks colored as she smiled at him. “So I’m special, am I?”
Spike snorted. “Special doesn’t even start to describe it.”
“Try to.” Rarity quipped.
“What? Why?”
“Because I’d like to hear it. Especially from you, in person, here and now.”
Spike’s brow furrowed as he stared back at Rarity. “...I don’t understand. Doesn’t...isn’t any of this sounding just weird to you? I’m saying...what I’m trying to say...I-I think you’re just impossibly sexy and beautiful and so out of my league!” His exclamation filled the air of the room, and it continued to pour out of him.
“You literally have the grace and charm of an angel, you speak with elegance and wit, you can outwit some of the most clever people we know. You have a way with words poets would envy, you walk into a room and everyone’s heads turn to see you. You’re literally a woman who can kick butt and that’s just wicked awesome to me. You’re an Element of Harmony and someone who I’m blessed just to call a friend in my life before anything else. You’re not just a catch to any lucky guy who you might fancy, you are the catch! And so when I started to experience all this...frustration, the last thing I wanted was to alienate you or make you feel weird around me, all because my body’s just so...so fixated!”
Finally out of words, Spike let his arms flop at his sides after so much gesturing while talking, and breathed in. “What I’m trying to get at, Rarity, is that the reason I kept myself away isn’t because you did anything wrong to me. It’s because I couldn’t stand the thought of making someone so great that I care so much about being pushed away, all because of...because of guy junk.”
The showroom floor was left in a quiet sort of pause as Spike let his words hang in the air. Not hearing anything from Rarity tugged at his nerves, and realization caught up with him that he had all but confessed his heart to the woman. Would she laugh? Reject him? Let him down with a gentle affirmation of friendship but a confirmation that in the end, he just wasn’t her type?
He got his answer when he felt an embrace surround him from behind, as well as press over his head and almost engulf him into what he could very readily guess was the depths of the fashionista’s bosom, whose softness pressed all around the back of his head and to his ears. Yet it didn’t muffle her in the slightest as he listened for her voice.
“You are a stronger man than almost any I know, my dear Spikey-Wikey.”
The unexpected statement surprised Spike, having been expecting almost any sort of negative response. The reinforcing praise he got instead left him confused enough that Rarity led him with little difficulty back to his seat. When he did sit down again though, she joined him but not by sitting beside him. The fashionista claimed his lap instead, the press of her weight on his thighs making his eyes shoot wide open. Their difference in size was all the more obvious in how her rear engulfed his lower half with ease, effectively pinning him in his place. If he was truthful though, he had zero urge to move away or be apart from her plush figure before his very eyes.
“Spikey...my Spikey,” Rarity seemed to purr almost as she brought her hands to his cheeks, stroking slowly with her fingers while she spoke, “I am so glad you are finally willing to be open and honest with me. I truly am. I know it must have been bottled up inside you for goodness knows how long, even before your birthday came around. All these emotions and urges boiling up inside you. And at the center of it all, a wonderful young man trying his best to not hurt anyone.”
Spike felt compelled to speak and tried to. “You’re...not weirded out? By me?”
“Darling, of course not! But I suppose I’m still speaking from behind the magician’s curtain, aren’t I?” Rarity asked. One of her hands let go of his cheek to pat on her own, her pale white skin darkened with a pink blush. “If we must confess truths, dear Spike, then so will I. I am sure you can imagine I have had many suitors knock on my door to try and woo me. Some with gifts, some with money, some with reputation and glamour.”
Spike nodded. “I always thought of them as just a bunch of guys flouting their egos.” He told her.
“An accurate assessment; while they may have had material means of getting my attention, it would always wane. They lacked care, thoughtfulness, a want for the woman behind the flourished dresses and makeup,” Rarity elaborated, “and every time I thought one might actually fulfill it, they came short. And for a time, I thought perhaps it was myself having an issue. Was I being too demanding? Too high-strung? And then...along came this handsome young man,” she reached for him and ran a hand along his hair to the back of his head, “this assistant to one of my newfound and now closest friends. Someone who came to me with not a single selfish want in their body but only a wish to see me happy. It endeared you to me. I began to see ways I would compare these suitors to the likes of you. And then, one day, it clicked in my mind.”
Rarity released his head, trailing her fingers along the side until she brought it up to the cleavage window of her top. Spike watched, enthralled, as her fingers vanished behind the cloth covering that was just barely keeping her decent from this close-up, only to return after fishing out a gold -lined, heart-shaped ruby. Spike’s face warmed as he recognized the very jewel he’d gifted to her some time back, and almost felt a sense of envy for where she’d gotten it from.
“My heart knew what it wanted: a man to look at me with affection in his heart, with trust in his hands, and an unyielding urge to seek my happiness even at the cost of his very own. I was smitten. But I couldn’t act upon it; society would’ve frowned upon us both. My heart knew I had to wait, and see. And so I did; I watched as the one person who I came to treasure became even greater, a hero of an entire empire even! Just seeing you finally being recognized in the way I’ve seen you filled my heart with joy.”
Spike had been listening with rapt attention the entire time and felt a blush cross his face at the mention of the events of the Crystal Empire. Rarity pressed onwards as he listened. “Just like the jewel you gifted to me, I felt you sit right here next to my heart. It’s you, Spike. And now, to hear you say that you not only mirror my feelings but have the will and strength to hold yourself back, all for my sake? It proves to me you truly are a man, more than any feat of strength or flaunt of wealth could claim for.”
“...wow. I...t-thank you, Rarity.” He managed to get out. It was all he could manage at the moment. It was a moment he’d been dreaming of for a while, and now it was playing out right before his eyes. The youth was unsure of what to do beyond that, but took the risk and embraced her around her middle as best he could manage. Granted, with her in his lap it meant he couldn’t quite reach around her so much as hold onto her, but she returned it with a loving squeeze of her own. He stayed there, privately enjoying both her embrace and the way her bosom rubbed against the top of his head thanks to their position.
When he finally did let go, she didn’t pull away. If anything, he felt like she was inviting him to touch her. His hands lingered on her sides, and he gazed up to Rarity’s loving expression, able to manage a sheepish smile back to her.
“So...what now?”
“Now?” The smile on Rarity’s face turned mischievous, and Spike felt her give a small wiggle in his lap. It made his face burn as his body sent a shiver of delight up his spine, while Rarity leaned in closer. “Why, we take care of your issue, my dear Spikey-wikey.”
“M-my issue?”
Rarity’s hands moved up to cup his cheeks as he beheld her. The color in her face persisted, a rosy tint of color amidst the white of her face. “You couldn’t possibly imagine I’d just let you slip away after that lovely confession we’ve shared with each other? You have a problem that requires a capable woman to handle it. And I am just such a woman.”
Spike shivered as Rarity’s hand moved to caress the back of his head. “Um. I did...make it clear that the issue has to do with...you know…”
“Sex?”
Spike gave a light flinch but nodded.
“Am I right to guess you’ve never…?”
He shook his head to the negative.
“Splendid. Then I can give you a true, proper, first experience. One to show you every fun and wonderful aspect of expressing affection.” Rarity declared.
“Are you sure?” He couldn’t believe he was questioning such a thing, but he had to be sure. This was surreal beyond anything he could imagine or had imagined to this point. “I-I mean, you seem sure, just...you know.”
“I do know. And I want you to know,” Rarity leaned down close to stop just an inch away from his lips, the scent of her perfume wafting by as she whispered, “I want this too.”
With that, she closed the gap between them in a tender kiss that made Spike’s body go limp at first. He could only just manage to hold onto her still, more taken away in the soft, loving touch of her lips on his. Spike’s experience with kisses was limited; in fact, the most kisses he had were on the cheek from the very beauty in his lap now! But this was much more: the plushness of her full lips against his smaller own was mesmerizing, and he surrendered to it with no resistance. This response seemed to encourage Rarity, who deepened the kiss and soon had his head pressed against the back of the sofa. His hands moved along the small of her back, feeling out the curvature of her body little by little before he was left gasping when Rarity finally relented.
“Did you like that, Spikey-wikey?”
Her sultry tone of voice was heaven on his ears, but he could only nod. It was enough of an answer to prompt Rarity to kiss him again, and he gladly surrendered to her again. His hands moved, wandering of their own enticed exploratory mindset. He felt like he was almost mentally tracing out her form everywhere his fingers touched: her sides, her hips, then towards her front. All the while, Rarity had him enamored with her lips. He tried to push back into it, a soft sigh escaping Rarity’s nose as he kissed her back.
Several flavors crossed his senses while they kissed: one he could guess was her lipstick, or perhaps some sort of lip balm. It was washed over by the taste of her actual lips, and even the slightest hint of her saliva. He was adrift in it, enough so that when he felt her pull back again, he tried to lean forward to keep experiencing it only to feel himself making a kissing face in the air between them. Rarity giggled, and he blushed.
“Am I doing it right?”
“You’re doing splendidly. Some women like to be in control of the situation. Given the circumstances, I’m sure I can give you a fantastic time or two if you’re so inclined.” She replied.
“I don’t have anywhere else I want to be but with you.”
“You sweetheart,” She praised him, “and here you’ll stay, as long as you like. But this is about learning as much as enjoying. And we can only learn so much by just kissing. Kissing lips is a wonderful way to start. But we can go further.”
“W-we can?” He tried not to sound too excited, but his enthusiasm must’ve shown in his face if Rarity’s grin was any indicator.
“We can. But I want you to try for a moment; what’s something you might like to see?”
His heart raced as fast as his imagination was going. Spike’s hands twitched against her front, and it made him look down to where they sat just beneath the swell of her bosom. Rarity looked as well, then to his face. His cheeks burned, but the youth mustered the courage to speak.
“...c-could you...could I see...without your shirt?”
Rarity hummed in thought but grinned and nodded. “You may, you little rascal. But I want you,” she took hold of his hands and he watched, mystified, as she brought them up to rest against her chest, palms sinking into the soft pillows with ease, “to do the work this time. Take a claim for yourself.”
Spike swallowed and resisted the urge to just tear at the clothes before him like a child opening presents on Hearth’s Warming Day. This was Rarity he was experiencing things with, and so he pulled the reins back on his libido raging within. Rarity’s attire wasn’t hard to work with, admittedly, but he couldn’t help to just give an experimental squeeze of her breasts through her shirt before even trying to undress her. His fingers sank into her like it was nothing, no resistance whatsoever. But their difference in size became very prominent in how his fingers were quickly lost in the overflow of her tits surrounding him.
“Wow.” He whispered.
“Is it what you dreamed of? How do I compare to your imagination?”
Spike could’ve answered verbally, but he didn’t. Instead, he leaned up and forwards and rested his head against her clothed bosom while continuing to slowly squeeze and knead what his hand had a grip on of her chest. Rarity’s hand came to the back of his head, fingers running through his hair as he rested there with her. It was blissful enough that he closed his eyes and stayed put for a few moments. When he opened his eyes again, he planted a gentle kiss to the breast he rested against, on the skin exposed by her clothing, before looking up to her.
“May I…?”
“You may.”
With still nervous fingers, Spike fiddled first with the corset’s buttons, getting enough undone that it could be untucked from the skirt she was wearing. With that out of the way and one more look up at Rarity, he undid the rest of the buttons and parted the corset. He paused when he realized there were still buttons by the neck area, but Rarity saw to them for him with a burst of magic. Using said magic, Spike watched as the shirt was levitated away, leaving her entirely topless before his eyes.
She was enormous; he’d always known that especially given his less-than-average height. Yet here and now, up close, she could engulf him into her cleavage with little work. It was a testament to Rarity’s health and fitness that as large as she was, her breasts bore little sag save for what one would expect for their size. They bore dark areola capped with large nipples, the whole of both a dark shade of violet not unlike her hair if perhaps darker. She gave a slight sway of her body, making the magnificent pair wobble with her and consequently, Spike’s vision. His hands were on them immediately, and he could feel himself almost salivating at the sight.
“Well? Go on then. Have a closer look.” Rarity invited him.
He took it wholeheartedly, leaning in and snuggling his face right into her cleavage with ease. The comforting sensation of being so immersed between her breasts was bolstered both by the warmth her tits radiated around him, as much as the loving affection that Rarity was giving off. If he’d been of Changeling descent, Spike would’ve probably been love-drunk by now. He simply basked in it, his hands reaching around and up to better try and press them onto him.
Rarity beat him to the punch, overlapping his smaller hands with her own and giving him what he wanted. Spike was in bliss, and couldn’t stop himself as he reached out with lips and tongue to lavish some degree of affection onto her. Her playful giggle meant he had to be doing something right, surely, but he came to a stop when he felt one of her hands on the front of his shorts, making him open his eyes and move his head up to look at her.
The question in his eyes was plain as day. Rarity just smiled, the curl of her lips making his pants feel all the more constricting.
“Well, you can’t be the only one with a handful to play with here, now can you?” She teased. He throbbed against her palm, making her give a curious hum as she rubbed against it. “If this here is the cause of so much distress, then you absolutely should leave it to moi to handle it.”
Spike’s first try at speaking was muffled, so he withdrew his head back from his personal heaven and tried again. “O-only if you want to. I don’t want to force you. T-this is...this is real, right? I’m not dreaming?”
“One way to find out.” Rarity remarked before deftly undoing the tie of his shorts before tugging them down with her magic’s assistance. Spike’s cock seemed to surge out at being freed from it’s confines, giving Rarity cause to squeal as it flopped up before slapping against his thigh and her bare midriff. “Darling, this is...my goodness!”
“Dragon genes.” Spike replied, breathing slow and deep as he watched his newfound lover caress his length. It was purple much like the rest of him, smooth and clean from base to swelling tip. He was actually completely hairless in the groin, a factoid that Rarity wasn’t bothered by in the slightest. Her fingertips ran along the member from the twitching dark head and down to the base before coming back. A wiggle of his hips got the shorts further down, his balls resting against the sofa and making a sensation he wasn’t familiar with, but could compare to a pleasant tickle.
“How did you manage to hide such a magnificent...I-I didn’t even know it was there until I tried to touch him!”
“Convincing Twilight to practice a spell of “deeper pockets” wasn’t just for her sake.” He told her. “It helped keep me from having friction issues.”
“I can imagine,” Rarity replied before gripping his base, her fingers able to only just barely touch, “or better yet, why imagine when the real deal is before me? Allow me to attend to you, darling. Scoot back a little.”
He obeyed with little hesitation, once Rarity got off his lap. He looked up at her once he was settled, legs spread and waiting with his cock still throbbing in need as the topless beauty knelt down between his legs and brought herself up close. With a simple movement of her hand around his base, the length arched up enough to nearly meet the top of her forehead, making Spike shiver in lust as her breath ghosted over his sensitive pole.
“I’m going to show you how a real woman handles a man. All you have to do is sit back and relax, my Spikey-wikey.” Rarity assured him. He only managed a nod before trying to say something, anything. Should he try to be sexy like her? Seductive? He didn’t know anything smooth to say.
“I trust you.” He finally managed to utter. He was rewarded with a tender kiss to his tip, prompting a groan from him while Rarity began to pepper the same spot with loving kisses. The affection in them grew in boldness and in want as she moved about him, each touch of her lips a new fire that burned in his body, yearning for more from her. Her tongue, long and skilled and wet, followed up after as it lavished one side of his length in a long lick, leaving a trail of saliva to shine the surface.
The almost worshipful attention was repeated several times, from tip to the base, soon making his cock shine in her saliva. It was like she truly yearned for it, a lustful thought that grew in strength when she turned her affection towards his balls. Hunger flowed through her lips as she slurped and loved his balls, making Spike moan in surprise as she engulfed one in her maw. Gentle but loving, her tongue pressed around and helped to squeeze and massage his intimate flesh, the wet sounds only heightening the action. All the while, an idle hand worked to keep his spit-shined cock stroked, slow but more than enough to keep him fully erect.
With all this pleasure, Spike was left dazed and confused when she came back up and seemed to be pouting. “Oh no, no, this won’t do. It’s not good enough.”
“Speak for yourself.” He gasped out before opening his eyes to see Rarity had returned to his lap, inspecting his cock as if it were a project of her own making. In more ways than one, it really was. “I wasn’t complaining.”
“I want only the best for my Spikey. Perhaps...oh! Idea!” Rarity exclaimed before she brought her hands up to squeeze her mounds in a display that instantly had Spike’s focus. “A best of both worlds. Since trying to work this marvelous cock with a mouth alone would take ages-”
“Again, not complaining if it did.”
“-then I can step it up with a little teamwork.”
Spike didn’t quite see how teamwork would happen when it was just Rarity, but discovered her answer in the moments that followed. With a simple readjustment of her position - Spike barely noticing the pillow flying by his head to rest under Rarity’s knelt down form - he was left to watch as she took hold of his wet member and brought it to her cleavage. It took little work on her behalf to engulf his cock between her personal pillows, his eyes almost rolling back as she used her arms to squeeze on his cock in the velvet-esque vice.
“Much better. And look! There’s still a treat for me to indulge in.” Rarity cooed before taking his swollen tip into her mouth. At the same time, her hands came forward and gripped her breasts, working the masses of softness around him. Spike’s hands twitched and scrambled for something to hold onto, and found purchase only in digging into the sofa itself. He didn’t care if his nails tore into the fabric; he was too taken with Rarity’s efforts to even mind it.
The seductress of a woman was working him over better than anything he could’ve fantasized on his own. The cushion of her tits on either side of his sensitive dick was complimented by her sensual lips sucking at his tip. She wanted to treat every portion of him she could get ahold of. The only part of him that wasn’t being tended to was his balls, still soaked with saliva from earlier tenderness by her. Every few seconds, Spike’s body would twitch and he’d thrust aimlessly up through her cleavage, making Rarity hum or giggle as he’d poke her nose or thrust deeper into her maw. Not once did she object, but she stayed in control.
Deep breaths were all Spike could manage in lieu of failing coherent speech. The sheer heat that was being worked up from his body and Rarity’s actions, the grind of her soft skin against his rigid cock, made him already feel like he was out in AJ’s fields helping harvest apples. Only now it was Rarity who was working him up and not overzealous kicking. He leaned forward, doing his best to not disrupt Rarity’s rhythm but unable to stop himself from placing his hands overtop hers. The added squeeze he put on her breasts amplified his pleasure, and he held her half-lidded stare as she watched him, lips occupied with lavishing his swollen tip with wet affection.
She popped off of it when he gave a thrust, letting it boop her nose and leave a dab of spit and pre-cum on it. “Getting antsy, darling?”
“I’m losing my mind.” He let out between laboring breaths and slaps of his groin meeting the underside of her tits.
“You can finish whenever you like. Don’t they just feel fantastic?” She asked, letting him thrust at his own pace while keeping a tight grip on her mounds to form a tunnel of friction and delight for him.
“They’re the best. You’re. The best. Ung!” Spike grunted out. He thrust without the rhythm and practice Rarity displayed, but she ate up every bit of it. He could feel his body tightening up too fast to control, unable to keep up with everything going on for him. “I’m gonna-!”
Rarity was prepared for this, it seemed, as she took him into her maw again while squeezing her tits around the lower half of his dick. Immersed in a heated pool of saliva and a loving tongue, Spike let loose his climax with a strangled cry. He could feel the thick spurts of his cum, heavy and rich, as they fired out from his cock and into her waiting throat. He felt mystified throughout his orgasm as Rarity never once broke her stride, intent on swallowing every drop he wanted to give her. He pulsed harder seeing how her throat would bob and twitch around his length, swallowing his cum at every moment she could.
When she pulled back as it tapered off, she stared into Spike’s watching gaze as she kept her mouth open, allowing his swollen tip to rest on her tongue and leaking a last dollop of seed onto the pink muscle. She let him go and swallowed it down as well, leaning back on her heels while Spike stayed upright, panting as he came down from the orgasmic high she just put him through. The erotic way she drank him right up enthralled him to the fashionista even more.
“Delicious, Spike. I must say, you really do live up to that old saying. ‘Big things come from small packages’, no?”
He didn’t have anything witty to say in response, managing a slow nod before looking down at his groin. He was still rock hard, the motivation of his desire still before him and looking equally as interested in seeing him still ready to go, even as a string of cum leaked from the tip and down the bottom side of his length.
“And here I thought you might need a breather.” Rarity said, standing up while Spike looked on. Something in his brain started ringing as he watched the beauty reach for the small clasps that held her skirt up at the hip, and he held up a hand to get her to stop. “Spikey?”
“There’s something I want,” He told her, which got the woman’s attention and made her hold still, “I’m new to all this but I’m not selfish. I want to pleasure you too.” His admission made his face flush, but he held her stare. “Even if this is all for me, I’m not gonna just...ignore your wants.”
Rarity brought a palm to her cheek, grinning at her smaller lover. “And what, pray tell, shall you do to please me?”
That look of hers made his heartbeat quicken, but he steeled himself. His cock throbbed in a clear tell, however, of where his mind was going.
“Well...I’ve always wondered what it’s like to...to do like you did for me. B-but you know, on a...woman. I forgot the term. Cunn...something.”
Rarity’s cheeks brightened with a deep red, and her smile widened. “Oh, my. You naughty, naughty boy. But a fair lover is a good lover, Spikey-wikey.” She sauntered over to him and let her hand drape down to brush against his cock as she spoke. “And how exactly shall we play this out?”
“W-what do you mean?”
“There’s more than one way to perform for a woman, my dear,” Rarity elaborated, “for instance, we could switch places if you feel up to that. I could stay standing or perhaps kneel over the couch’s side. Some even allow for a woman such as myself to use their head as a seat for them to work with.”
Spike twitched in more ways than one at the last idea. Rarity’s giggle made him shuffle in his seat before he turned about and had himself resting on his back along the sofa, a large pillow under his head.
“Please and thank you. I...uh.” He paused, feeling embarrassed, only for Rarity to peer down at him while stroking his cock slowly.
“Go on.”
Gods, her fingertips were so gentle with him. “I’ve always...thought you had a fantastic butt. So...a face full of that is definitely a plus to me.”
“Mmm...well who am I to deny the birthday boy — man, his wish?” Rarity replied. From Spike’s view, the world above became nothing but Rarity as the curvaceous woman took up a position above him. The view he was given allowed for a direct line of sight up her skirt, the thin black panties Rarity had on being the sole thing keeping her decent in that moment. Of course, to Spike, decency was falling off the board rapidly as Rarity’s skirt came undone and was flung aside. His new vantage from below only let him better appreciate how well-defined her thick hips were as her leggings hugged her curves. He could just make out how her garters had attached to the skirt a moment ago, before watching as the leggings, her shoes, and her panties were all magicked away, leaving her naked above him.
With her intimates entirely on display for him, Spike was left enraptured at what he could see. Of course, the upside-down angle was a little disorienting, but it was hard to miss the clearest sign of Rarity’s own arousal before him. The occasional saucy magazine had nothing on Rarity’s clean and inviting lips, her mound already shining with her arousal. She seemed to sense his gaze, as a pair of fingers came down to deftly part her entrance wider apart, exposing the pink beyond her white folds. His hands itched at his sides, unable to resist reaching up towards her and latching onto her thighs on either side.
But he couldn’t ignore the other prominent aspect of Rarity’s intimates: her bodacious rear end. Whether it was covered by a form-fitting dress, a pair of yoga pants, or laid bare as it was now, Rarity always had a plump rump in Spike’s view. It seemed to hit that perfect point that he imagined many a woman would aim for: round and large with heft to grab and to bounce, but not so much that it seems floppy or excessive on her figure. And it was quickly falling down to land on him.
Spike took in one good breath of air before impact, Rarity giving a dainty squeak as she settled atop him. He wasn’t uncomfortable with his head being cushioned by a pillow behind him, and so he could fully enjoy the sensation of Rarity’s rear all around his face and head. He expected sweat or perhaps some sort of foreign smell, but she surprised him. The fragrance that greeted his nostrils was sweet and floral, suggesting a body wash routine that was definitely better than the alternative. He nuzzled into her cheeks, his hands leaving her thighs alone to grope and squeeze at the butt now within his range.
His cock throbbed in need as he toyed with her rear, the dragon-kin’s hands easily sinking into the vast meat of her ass cheeks. He played with it, moulding and kneading whatever he could find. A light tap on his leg got him to stop, as Rarity’s slightly muffled voice spoke to him.
“I’m glad you’re finding my body so delightful, darling. But I would rather like you to try other flavors of fun if you catch my drift?”
The scent of her wet pussy hit him then, a scent, unlike anything he’d found before. He felt her shift a little, still keeping him pinned under her rear, but found the idea before him as an exploratory stretch of his tongue greeted what he guessed was her nethers if her sudden shiver told him anything. The taste that greeted him was a little bitter, yet also tantalizing as the sweetest candy. So with little fanfare, Spike extended his tongue out as far as it could go, plunging into her depths and provoking a gasp out of the fashionista.
“O-oh! Y-your tongue is so...oh darling!”
“Doesh it hurt?” he tried to ask with said tongue out. Her reaction was a wiggle of her rump against his face.
“If this is pain, then hurt me good, Spikey-Wikey!” She exclaimed.
He took the suggestion to heart and went wild at first with his tongue, reaching out at any point he could get his tongue to touch. More of Rarity’s arousal ran down his tongue, illuminating his senses as the buxom woman above him squealed and cooed in delight. All of his vision was of white skin and intimates, but his invasive limb spoke aplenty of Rarity’s lust. She was very wet if he could guess at all, and some of her juices even ran down to his chin from her mound. The way she’d shiver and moan would encourage his movements, ignoring how his jaw sometimes would feel sore from staying open so long.
But he wanted to do more for her. She deserved more. It took Spike a moment to think through his oral-driven haze before a wiggle of his fingers made an idea click in his mind. With a minor movement of his arm, he was able to bring it under and around to Rarity’s front, but his blocked vision made him have to pat his way along her leg to find his route.
“Spike, what are you — oh!” Rarity’s exclamation came as Spike’s fingers found their goal, diving into her tongue-filled muff to add additional stimulation that had the woman grinding harder against his face. It gave him a perverse sort of drive to keep on working her up, Rarity’s breaths giving way to gibberish and high-pitched gasps as the dual-tandem of fingers and tongue worked her over. His other hand stayed put on her rump, unwilling to let go of her bountiful booty for his own interest.
“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, you’re wonderfulngh!” She broke into a garbled up compliment when his fingers bumped against something that poked back at his digits. It caught his interest, moreso when he managed to stroke the nub and found Rarity shaking above him. “YES!”
Thank goodness Twilight had insisted on him developing good hand skills.
Even as his lungs burned and his tongue ached, Spike pressed on. He didn’t stop his efforts, and found his reward arriving faster than expected. The splash of juices on his chin as well as his chest and belly was followed with a gasping, deep moan from Rarity, who seemed to lock up above him and press down with her rear over his face. He was trapped there, left in the erotic pin by the voluptuous woman until he felt her lift up off of him some long seconds later. She was still gasping, and Spike let himself lay before her as she half swiveled, half fumbled around to face him.
“There is absolutely no way you read that in a comic book, mister.”
Spike gave a smile up at her flushed countenance. Her hair was now wild looking, falling about her face after coming undone from the loose ponytail she’d been keeping it in. The unkempt look went well with her red cheeks, as well as the lustful grin she gave back to him.
“I didn’t. But I’m a quick learner.”
“I don’t suppose I could hire you on as a part-time seat cushion, could I? Such a...provocative treatment would definitely get me through my worst days.”
“I accept payment in kisses, to start with.”
They shared a laugh together before Rarity lowered herself, Spike happy to enjoy how she could snuggle him with ease thanks to their size difference. He had always disliked it in other circumstances, but here and now, it was proving to be greatly beneficial. Only a few moments later did Rarity lift up, her breasts giving a bounce before settling.
“I think we’ve waited long enough, Spike. It’s time to hand in your V card.”
The very idea made every nerve in his system light up as Rarity moved about, Spike finding himself willing to change position as well. His shirt was whisked away via magic, leaving him as naked as she was. Neither made a suggestion to the other of where to go, and when they settled, Spike was resting against the backrest of the couch again while Rarity straddled his lap. His erection was wedged between her groin and his belly, a pleasant friction that was equally as enjoyable as having his head buried again between her breasts. Both were interrupted as the beauty leaned back, looking down at her young lover.
“Are you ready, darling?” She asked, her voice soft as she watched him.
“I’m nervous. But...I-I want this,” Spike replied before giving a snort, “...like it wasn’t painfully obvious already.”
Rarity grinned before lowering her head down to kiss him, the touch of her lips soothing his nerves a little by the time she pulled back again. “It’s delightfully obvious. But don’t fret about trying to be the most amazing first time, Spike. Enjoy the ride for what it is.”
The fashionista’s hips rose up and with a little help from her magic, had his cock aligned to penetrate her depths. The swollen, wet tip was a stark color shift compared to all the white around it, throbbing in her grasp before she took the plunge. Rarity lowered herself enough first to slip him into her waiting entrance with ease, their earlier efforts having done plenty to prep her. The hitching gasp she let out as he entered her made her arch her back, but she continued only a few moments later. The air in Spike’s lungs exhaled in a groan of delight as he was enveloped in her wet pussy on all sides.
The excitement seemed to get to them both, with Rarity pushing down to further claim his cock as Spike gave a thrust up to feel more of the delightful sensation swarming his senses. Being fully sheathed inside of Rarity had the smaller male growling as he latched onto her hips, fingers digging into the plushness of her figure as Rarity brought her arms up to hold onto the sofa above Spike for balance. The effect this had on making her breasts bounce before Spike’s vision wasn’t lost on the youth, who just barely managed to tear his gaze away from the heavenly mounds to the woman’s lustful expression.
“Oh, yes. This is just perfect!” Rarity breathed out. She gave a testing wiggle of her hips, making Spike’s cock rub against her depths and evoking another moan from him. Sweat was dotting his bare chest and belly as they worked up the heat between them. Spike needed little urging to push his head forward and feel Rarity’s tits bounce around his head while she began to ride him, taking control from him to settle into a seductive and invigorating slow pace. Up and down her hips went, keeping Spike under her in a lustful pin he had no desire to break from. If anything, he only held on tighter as he throbbed within her depths.
There wasn’t a frame of reference Spike could think of for how he was feeling. He felt joy. There was nervousness, and pleasure interwoven in bursts every time Rarity’s body bounced in his lap. All he could sense was a want for more of everything from her. The sheer desire radiating off of her for him encouraged him to act, his groping hands moving to her plump rear end to squeeze at the cheeks he’d been toying with earlier. He tried to thrust in tandem with her motions, to do better for the radiant beauty in his lap, but inexperience made him miss his mark occasionally. If it deterred Rarity, it didn’t show. If anything, she only continued to ride him, one of her hands taking hold of the back of his head to bring him to her tit properly.
He latched onto the dark bud before his lips and suckled hard, making Rarity squeal above him. It took him a minute to figure out how to hang onto her without letting go of her breast, resulting in two missed attempts that gave Rarity’s underboob and cleavage a kiss before he figured it out. His entire world was her, and as she rode him harder, he could hear the slapping sound of her rump bouncing off his thighs. He was throbbing rapidly as his cock continued to thrust up into her depths, pacing lost to the feverish lovemaking they were wound together in. He couldn’t let go of her, to do so would’ve been a crime in his lust-addled mind. Even as he felt his climax surging forward, too soon in his opinion, he never let go of Rarity.
“Rarity!” He exclaimed as his body locked up. As the buxom woman held onto him and stayed seated in his lap, his cum rushed forward from his cock and into her waiting depths. Every splash of his seed was a torrent that he could feel around himself as she clung to him, milking his seed out as she clenched tight. His awareness floated between reality and fantasy, the question of if he was dreaming a fleeting thought before Rarity quelled the concern herself.
“That’s it, Spikey...give momma every drop of that wonderful seed you have. Fill me up.”
Something seemed to click in Spike’s instincts at the suggestion, before a louder demand filled his mind as Rarity whispered in his ear.
“I love feeling your cum inside my hot pussy. I want it all, Spikey. All your seed.”
Spike groaned before growling into her breast. With a surprising amount of effort on his behalf, Rarity was left with giving a squeal as Spike moved them both to lay out onto the sofa, Rarity on her back while Spike positioned himself at her groin. He was still rock hard in her depths, the movements only making his seed churn and shift within her stuffed tunnel.
“I...I want more.” He uttered before taking hold of her hips. It was his best grip given his stature, and Rarity agreed as her legs enclosed around his back.
“Gimme more, Spikeeeeeeey!” Rarity’s voice fell into a pleasure-laden wail as Spike forewent slow and precise movements for a more frenzied, yearning thrusting. He needed more of her. It was like breathing in air, but he wanted to breathe in the woman in his grasp. Her body shifted and took everything he was giving to her, her chest bouncing before his eyes while he hammered away at her stuffed pussy.
His grip on her slipped from her hips as sweat ran down his fingers, making him lurch over her and grab onto her sides to keep his balance. Rarity was ready for him, and adjusted her position to make it easier on him to thrust to his heart’s content. The yearning to just outright breed Rarity like this won out over any other concern, giving all of himself to her. His balls slapped against her backside while he grunted and huffed out air, gasping for breath.
Spike felt himself be steadied with one arm around his back from Rarity, prompting him to look up at her pleasure-stricken face. She was biting her lip, a failed effort in stifling her lustful whimpers as he railed into her. Her other arm was clutching at the sofa for something to brace with, as she clenched tighter around him.
“Spike! Oh, Spike, it’s coming closer! Harder, darling! Harder!”
He obeyed, unrelenting in his hammering pace of giving Rarity everything he had. Logic was gone. Thinking was limited to the sheer basics of desire for the woman in his grasp. Rarity’s yelling could’ve summoned all their friends, he wouldn’t stop now. His pace was quick enough that the cum he’d released into her earlier was now working almost as a lubricant to let him work her faster, the dots of white splashing his groin a reminder and a drive for more.
“Spike!” Rarity yelled, and he felt it as she tightened around him. Her grip was enough to make him almost falter, but he didn’t stop trying to keep thrusting. Even as she gasped for breath, he pounded away at her pussy as if it was the sole thing keeping him alive. The fire in his breast only burned brighter in seeing her in ecstasy, and he wanted more. Rarity seemed to comprehend this if only in the way her eyes shone with love towards her mate. Words failed her, only managing weak yelps as Spike worked her over.
Time was forgotten about as they carried on like that, another change in position happening when Spike’s muscles started to give out on him. With a little creativity and shifting, he had an easier time thrusting while laying on his side, his legs and Rarity’s interwoven in a tangled heap of clutching at one another. The fabric of the sofa tickled at his side as Rarity held onto him with both arms now, burying his face into her cleavage where the smell of cum, sweat, and Rarity herself was awash for Spike. He never stopped thrusting, and Rarity was left to be slammed into another climax as the youth was ramping up into his own.
Just as Rarity started to babble his name and tighten around his member, Spike groaned and hilted himself into her depths a final time before another deluge of cum erupted from his swollen tip and flooded her once more. This one felt more final to the dragon-kin, as his whole body went weak as he rode out the ecstasy of his orgasm. His grip on Rarity released itself, and he was content to just lay there in her embrace, a sweaty pile of limbs and love and sticky fluids.
“...erk.” He coughed out when he tried to speak. His lips were dry, and he licked at them and Rarity’s cleavage before he could try again. “Rarity?”
She didn’t reply at first, and Spike took a moment to try and pull himself from her out of concern he was making her feel uncomfortable in that position. His cock left her pussy with a wet “schlorp” sound, covered in his seed that had been pooling within her well-used depths. She did let go of him, but only for a moment. As Spike righted himself into a seated position, Rarity moved too. Only she shifted to the floor in front of the couch and rested her head in Spike’s lap.
“R-Rarity?” He managed to get out before groaning weakly as she took his cock into her mouth. He didn’t have the strength or energy or possibly the hydration to keep going, but none of these facts stopped the fashionista from slurping at his member, cleaning it of his and her essence, and drinking it down her gullet before releasing his shrinking cock. Only then did she look up at him, her flushed features framed by her unkempt violet hair.
“I think this is the start to a much more pleasurable, if perhaps sticky, part of our relationship. Don’t you think, Spikey-wikey?”
Author's Note
Another dose of Spike and Rarity, as a tribute to Maarthul the ever inspiring. This one has been sitting in my "to-do" list for some time, I'm glad I finally got around to tackling it.
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