I've Come Home

by Ekhidna

Rating: mature
Tags: Spike, Rarity, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Anthro, Romance
Length: 6480

Spike arrived in Ponyville after the war ended. He arrived without telling anyone, all just to surprise the mare of his dreams.

The war has ended, conflict is still happening on the far borders, and political landfills are still ahead of everyone before any semblance of peace can be achieved. But that is the work of politicians and of Royalty, not his own in truth. Having served his home and prevented a surprise invasion, Spike has come back to Ponyville in secret, hoping to surprise a certain mare. And surprise her he did~

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Contains: anthro, M/F sexual intercourse, creampies, foreplay, and Sparity. Enter at your own risk.

Cover-art made by the supremely talented Pia-chan!

Published 2021-07-26 20:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2021-07-26 20:40:02 UTC

Arrival

I’ve Come Home

The initial shock of seeing her beloved in person for the first time in months passed quickly. The surprise of finding herself lifted up, hugged so tightly and tenderly while a pair of scaly, soft, and warm lips captured her own, dumbfounding her for a moment.

Her first instinct was to use her magic to fight against the one who had dared to kiss her in such a manner. But the familiar feeling of having her fingers trace alongside smooth scales. To smell that unique ash-like scent she’d come to love over the years, and to see the slit pupils of two beautiful green eyes returned her senses.

Still, she pulled back, ending the kiss; uncaring that a small bridge of saliva still united their mouths, lingering and eager for another taste. “S-Spike?”

“Hey there, Rari. I’m home,” he said, his smile wide and his eyes sparkling.

“Spike!” She called, smiling widely as tears formed in her eyes. Her arms wrapped themselves behind his neck in an attempt to drag him closer to her. He acquiesced with her demand and their lips met once more, this time not in surprise and shock, but in the blissful, joyous union they had been deprived of.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you!” Rarity repeated over and over again in the interval of each kiss. They were quick, barely more than chaste pecks but no less significant.

“And I love you, my Rarity. My sweet gem, my fairest lady. I’ve missed so, so much,” another kiss and a sweet, long nuzzle followed. “You were my main source of strength, the greatest reason for me to return, my love.”

Rarity, unable to stop her tears from flowing, nuzzled him back. Her breasts pressed against his chest like two soft cushions, so tightly they were hugging that she could feel his heartbeat in her chest. “I’ve waited for so long. Every night was torture, my Spikey-Wikey. I’ve dreamt the worst and the best, the most horrid nightmares and the most pleasant dreams. But now you’re here, with me!”

“I am, as you are here, with me, my Rarity,” he said, his eyes filling with tears.

The two lovers stared deeply into each other’s eyes after ending their heavy nuzzling session, unwilling to let go. Their hands refused to explore their bodies, for the fear of letting go for even a moment would mean that they’d spend days, weeks, or even months apart again. No one was willing to let that happen, not after their feelings had been confessed and everything had come to light.

After what felt like an eternity, far too short a time both of them would argue, Spike used his tongue to lick away her tears, cleansing her beautiful face from their stain. “Don’t cry, my love. Your face is unbecoming of tears and grief.”

“Ever my gentledrake,” Rarity sniffed, suppressing a giggle. “These tears are not of sadness, Precious Scales. They are of joy and happiness,” kissing his snout and then his lips in quick succession, she dared for the first time lift her right hand in order to caress his head and his crest. “W-Why didn’t you send me a message telling me that you were coming home?”

“And ruin the surprise?” He chuckled. “It was worth it just to see your surprised face, Rari.”

She chuckled. “Certainly I owe you that much after all those photos I sent you, Precious Scales.”

He chuckled, his hands finally starting to slowly and gently caress her back, sides, and lower back; his short, dull claws scratching her fur below her clothes. There was no fear in his touching, exploring hands but his movements were still reserved, respectful, and caring. “Speaking of those, you gave me quite a morale boost~”

“Mmmmmm~,” she replied, nuzzling his neck. “That was my goal. I hope nobody found out about our naughty secret?”

He coughed and rasped. “T-The photos? Not at all. But there was a small incident,” returning her nuzzling, he nipped one of her ears. “A story for later, Rari.”

“For later,” she agreed. “Now, hug me, my love. Kiss me, touch me, ravage me. Make me yours as I make you mine, darling, my Precious Scales, my Spike. Make me your mare~,” she said salaciously, her voice reverberating and exuding sexiness and erotism.

He raised a scaly eyebrow and pulled back in order to look into her blue eyes. “So forward, Miss Rarity! Why, imagine if somepony were to hear you use such language! To invite a partner to your bedroom without having a proper date first? So scandalous!” He said, playfully.

Smirking before pushing her lips against Spike’s, Rarity kissed her beloved dragon while her half-lidded eyes stared deeply into Spike’s emerald-green eyes. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt the rising heat coming from his chest alongside something hard starting to poke against her nether regions.

Ending the kiss after half a minute, she replied. “Never let it be said that I’m not a risque lady, Precious Scales. Dates, flowers, chocolates, and gifts? We’ve done much of that through the years already. It’d be boorish to ruin our moment just to entertain the thought of following rules, don’t you think so, Spikey-Wikey?” She asked whilst her body trembled with delicious electric goosebumps. The running of his claws, the pressure of his fingers, and the calculated strength behind them made her shudder and desire more of his touch.

Humming deeply, so much so that his throat rumbled, he claimed the lips of his beloved once more.

As their lips moved slowly, desiring to enjoy their contact more than anything else, their mouths parted open and their wet appendages met for the first time in their lives. They both hungered to deepen their union, to seek out more of the other and showcase their feelings; to make up for all the time wasted, but they showed restraint.

The two lovers moaned as they kissed, letting their bodies do what came naturally to them. Spike’s forked tongue lapped sweetly against Rarity’s wider appendage, tasting the mouth he had only dreamt about to cross lips with since the very first day he met her.

Their hands began to explore seemingly driven by their own volition, unwilling to be commanded to stop as they explored the body of their significant other. Lips clashed in a slow, new dance the two of them were more than willing to learn. Delicate white fingers, fit to work on fabrics with thread and needles touched and caressed the body of her beloved through his clothes. Simple in nature, for military use, but still having the showing of royalty in them.

Oh, how she hated those pieces of fabric right now. Preventing her from touching her sweetheart directly and unrestrained.

At the same time, Spike touched her with stronger, but equally delicate fingers. Unfit for a soldier, less so a famed dragon. But he didn’t care. He wasn’t a soldier, he was a commander, he could lead, he could command, but he hated fighting. He was a poet, a thinker, a writer, an aide, a scholar, and a pacifist. The only thing that marred his otherwise untested hands was his pride and joy: to be of help, to assist others. A testament carried over sleepless nights helping Twilight and Rarity.

And now, ever mindful, he touched the lovely alabaster mare through her elegant blue dress, careful to not damage it and feel as much of her enviable, near-hourglass figure.

The mutual exploration continued for minutes, maybe hours. It didn’t matter to them. They were finally together, saying anything about their feelings would be boorish, they knew. There was nothing left to say except how much they loved each other. Their kisses slowly turned into a passionate making-out session, with Rarity taking the lead, having the most experience of the two.

She sucked in his tongue, casually inviting him to enter her mouth and play with her wet appendage. He accepted her invitation with utmost gusto, sliding his long, thin tongue past her lips and teeth until he tasted the inside of his beloved’s maw. Saliva mixed, fingers grasped, and bodies pressed against each other; desperate to be closer, to be together, to unite and merge into a singular being if possible.

Spike’s hands traveled down Rarity’s body, tickling her sides and caressing her waist before landing on her ass. Slowly, timidly, he grasped it, squeezed it with all the care and love he could muster. He moaned into her mouth, his eyes shone with a fiery light while looking into the blue sapphires of the owner of his heart and soul.

She, too, moaned just as much as he did. Deep, guttural, lustful. Longing. Her fingers grasped against his clothing, an armor piece that was more leather than metal. She found the straps and locks with her dexterous hands and tore away his shoulder pads. The metallic clang went unnoticed by the pair as she removed one, then two, and finally three individual sections of his armored chest, revealing the simpler linen shirt beneath it.

“Touch me,” came her demand as the kiss broke for only a moment for them to breathe. “Feel me.”

“Mmmmmm~!” He moaned, his claws dragging against the surface of her soft derriere.

Rarity’s hands were not idle either. They opened up his shirt and tried to get it off, but the reluctance of her lover to raise his arms prevented her from removing it. Although she had no plans to let him stop in the first place. No, she’d have to improvise, and improvise she did. Her horn flared with magic and not a moment later the careful stitching across his shirt was undone, reducing the plain but comfortable shirt into nothing more than pieces of cloth and rags.

Easily able to remove it this time, Rarity left her beloved shirtless and her hands instantly jumped at the chance to feel his body. “Hhhmmmhhhh~” she moaned into his mouth, lips curling into a smile. Her hands traced all over his back, pushing against the smooth scales and pressing every sensitive spot she could find. He shuddered and trembled in response, the muscle below contracting and spasming lightly at her command. She played with his spines, moved around his now defined sides, flat belly, and chest.

He was no Royal Guard and was hardly built for military life, but he was fit enough to showcase some respectable muscles, though no abs were to be found and his arms were certainly lacking in body mass. “Mmmh hmmm hmmm hmm!” She moaned a perverted laugh, her legs losing some of their strength whilst indulging herself in feeling up her soon-to-be drakefriend.

Breaking the kiss, Spike chuckled. “I assume you like what you’re touching?”

“Does it show, Spikey-Wikey?” She replied before groping his sides before moving to his chest. Leaning slightly forth and pushing her back more than necessary, she managed to bring more of her butt out from him to touch and play with. “Much the same as you like what your intrepid hands are exploring, I presume?”

“You’re a treasure, Rari. It’s only natural for a dragon to indulge in some good ol’ fashioned spelunking,” he kissed her snout, eyes half-lidded. “I’m sorry.”

“Whatever are you apologizing for, darling?”

“I’m not much to marvel at,” he began. “You’re like a goddess, but what am I? A dragon that doesn’t like fighting. I’m not Shining Armor and I barely pass for a regular soldier. Pretty lame that the guy pinning for your love is someone so lacking in masculinity, huh?”

“Oh, my sweet darling. My Precious Scales,” kissing his chin half a dozen times, she comforted her beloved. “Don’t ever think you are lesser than other stallions or from others at all, Spikey-Wikey. Do I look like the mare that cares much about external appearances?” Spike raised an eyebrow. “Aside from dresses and manes, darling.”

He smiled. “No, you’re not, Rari. But that doesn’t mean I’m fit for you…”

Flicking his snout playfully, she said in a more serious, commanding tone. “Spike, you don’t have to prove anything to me. You outsmarted a brutish oaf, gaining a victory for Equestria! You are steadfast and valiant and courageous! I know you’re a lover, not a fighter. Your hands weren’t made for violence, but for holding quills, baking, cooking, writing, and crafting. That’s what you are, who you are. I don’t need you to be anything more nor less than who you wish to be, my love. My Precious Scales. You are perfect to me.”

Squeezing her ass harder and tightening their hug, they remained there for several moments until Rarity giggled.

“Although, I wouldn’t object to some eye-candy, raaaawr~”

“Anything for you, Rari. Anything.”

“Only if you are comfortable with it, Precious Scales,” she said before pulling back from the hug; her hands going for his chest. “It’s so odd,” she mentioned as she slowly traveled to his stomach. She looked at his eyes, her dragon waiting patiently for her to elaborate further. “You don’t have a belly-button. Nor nipples. Your scales are soft but sturdy at the same time. Your chest is so warm, like touching a miniature sauna or heater,” she smirked, licking her lips.

“Is it to your liking, Rarity?” He asked in a hushed, husky tone; their eyes never breaking their invisible link.

Leaning forth again, she kissed his chest several times. Each slow, long kiss plucked a moan from his throat, leaving behind a faint red lipstick mark on his scales as proof. Her lips landed all over his torso’s front until she slowly made her way up to his throat, planting a firm, long kiss there while he bellowed deeply. “It is perfect, Spikey-Wikey. You’re perfect the way you are, and nothing else can make me think otherwise.”

“Nnngghh, Rari!” He hissed, smoke coming out of his nostrils.

She smiled, fingers caressing his throat. “You’re so lively, my love.”

“I can’t help it. You make my head spin. You’ve always had that effect on me, Rari,” taking advantage of his long tongue, he flicked her snout before she caught the forked tip in between two fingers. “I love you so much, Rarity.”

“I love you, Spike,” she replied.

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

The two stared at each other for long silent seconds before breaking into a short laughing fit. When they were done, Rarity let go of his tongue, not before kissing it and then tilted her head to the side. “Oh my, it seems my lipstick was too effective. Your lips and scales are now marred, Spike!” She exclaimed, jesting.

“Nothing a shower can’t take away. Not that I want to remove it just yet,” he replied, smirking.

“Is that so? Are my kisses so meaningless now, Spikey dear? I seem to remember a younger dragon promising to never remove the first kiss I ever gave him?” She asked with a cheeky, knowing expression.

“I will treasure each and every kiss and touch and stare you give me. But unlike Past Spike, I now know for certain that I don’t need to go for weeks without washing my cheeks. Why? Because I’ll get a new kiss as a replacement at some point… frequently, I hope,” he explained, gently touching her cheek and caressing her face with a thumb. “Let other dragons hoard gold and riches and brag about it. I’ll hoard your love, Rarity, and I’ll be the richest dragon of all.”

Rarity’s blush intensified, her heart felt like it would burst at any moment, and couldn’t help herself from melting in his embrace, her legs finally failing after hearing his flattering words. Fortunately, Spike was quick to act and prevented her from falling. She cuddled against his chest, enjoying his warmth and humming in tandem to his strong beating heart.

“M-My, Spike, whoever taught you to be such a suave talker? Careful, darling, with that tongue of yours and sharp wit you’ll conquer any mare in your part,” Rarity said after a few seconds of pleasant indulgence, looking up to find his emerald eyes staring into her once more.

“There’s only one mare in my heart, Rarity. Only one I wish to take and love, to marry and make her as happy as I am capable of doing,” he replied, hands caressing her body, hugging her close.

Regaining her balance, she stood up quickly and pushed him away. Turning around and crossing her arms, she replied. “Well, isn’t her one lucky mare?” She asked, putting on her best offended, angry tone.

“There’s only one problem with my plan,” Spike continued, his momentary confusion turning into confidence. He approached her from behind, Rarity stood still until he hugged her, his arms embraced her waist and his hands landed over her stomach. Kissing the back of her neck, he hummed loudly. “I need her to accept my proposal. I’m being greedy, I know, but she’ll make me the happiest dragon in Equestria if she accepts to be my marefriend.”

“...I might be able to help you,” she replied in a softer tone. “M-May I know whom you’re talking about, Precious Scales?”

“You might know her. She’s gorgeous, her fur is as white as milk, her eyes are like two glowing sapphires, her mane and tail are always stylish, she’s got a knack for fashion,” he smirked. “She’s also a drama queen, sometimes she lets her ego get the better of her, you wouldn’t believe it but she’s quite violent, too!”

Rarity’s eyes widened and her mouth fell agape. “Now just hold on a minute--!”

“And don’t get me started on how obsessed she is about her self-image!” He continued, his grip tightening as she began to lightly fight against his hold.

“Spike the Dragon, I don’t care if you’re Celestia’s son, if you don’t let go, I swear I’ll turn you into my next purse!” Rarity exclaimed, nearly fuming with outrage and disbelief.

“I won’t let go,” he said, loudly and firmly. “I’ll never let you go,” he said, solemnly. “I’m not that foolish, whipped boy with a puppy crush anymore. You have flaws, so do I. I love you not despite your flaws, but because you strive past them. Yes, you can be petty, sometimes egotistical, you enjoy being the center of attention, commanding others to do your bidding… but you’re so generous, so giving, and sincere. You’re willing to sacrifice your own happiness for others, even complete strangers. You do your best to bring the beauty of others out into the world.”

Rarity stopped struggling and instead kept listening to her beloved dragon, her ears hinging on every word he said.

“That’s the mare I love, the perfectly imperfect Rarity. The Element of Generosity, the greatest fashion designer in Equestria, the drama queen and ice-cream binge-eater. That’s the mare I love… and the mare I wish to make my marefriend and future wife… if… if she’ll take in this cowardly, weak, smartass of a dragon?”

“Honestly, Spike,” mumbled Rarity, followed up by a light chuckle. Gazing back at him, her eyes were red and filled with tears. “When did you become such a charmer?”

“When have I stopped loving you?” He said in a hushed, rumbling tone.

Moving in a flash, Spike carried Rarity bridal style, the mare now resting in his arms putting her arms around his neck out of instinct and they stared into each other’s eyes for the umpteenth time.

Their lips met in a quick, chaste kiss. “My room, now.”

How they made their way up to her room was a mystery. They only knew it involved nearly stumbling three times, a lot of snuggling, and continuous making out. The door opened without too much issue and the pair entered the room. Spike walked over to the bed without a second thought and gently flopped his gorgeous cargo over it.

Taking a step back from the edge, he removed his pants while the alabaster unicorn used her magic to remove her dress and neatly put it on a mannequin.

Spike’s cock throbbed hard with need as he laid eyes on the near-naked form of his beloved Rarity. “No bra?”

She giggled. “I love clothes, darling. Undergarments? Not so much~,” she said in a playful tone. Inspired by the lustful gaze of her beloved dragon, she cupped her breasts and gently squeezed them for him. “Why don’t you come over here and get to know my girls better, Spike?” She asked, licking her upper lip and lightly pulling her nipples; all the while her eyes were focused on his rigid, pulsating dragonhood.

Spike approached with a smirk plastered over his face. “How does my Little Spike compare to your Little Spikey?”

“He might be jealous that he now has competition. But he can always stay in my rear hole, unless you prefer that one for yourself, Spikey dear?” Rarity asked, fluttering her eyelashes and her voice soft as silk, seductive. Taking her chance, she turned to the side in a similar pose to one of the many photos she had sent to her beloved.

The effect was instantaneous. Spike snorted a small column of fire from his nostrils while his cock, already hard and standing at full attention, somehow turned more rigid and with a mighty throb, it slapped against his belly.

“You’re playing with fire, Rari~” he said, barely able to contain himself any longer. Approaching the bed, he invited himself on it and laid next to her, face to face. “You know, putting everything aside, I can’t believe we’re about to… you know,” he said, blushing.

Rarity smiled, caressing his cheek lovingly. “Don’t be ashamed, Precious Scales. I’m nervous about this, too, but there is no need for shame. We’re both adults here, are we not?” Spike nodded. “Then, as adults, all we are going to do is have paaaaassionate fornication~~,” she said slowly, pruriently.

“How in Tartarus does that make it way lewder than just calling it sex?” He asked no one in particular, chuckling to himself while Rarity giggled in kind. The two then inched closer together until they were hugging. “Hey, Rari, I don’t want to sound like an ass but… do you have ‘experience’?”

Kissing his snout, she nodded. “Not as much as some magazines seem to vehemently portray yours truly; little more than a common tavern wench, but I do have some experience, darling. I hope that doesn’t bother you?” She asked somewhat fearful.

Spike returned her kiss by placing a kiss on her snout. “Why would it? It’s your life, your body, and your time, Rari. You’re also older than me so I was already kinda expecting it. I’m not a naive brat thinking we were going to share our first times, Rari. I’m a virgin, but now I don’t have to worry about screwing it up,” he confessed, licking her snout once.

Rarity hummed, letting out a long, throaty moan. “Then, Spikey-Wikey, why don’t you ravage me?” She whispered, nuzzling him for a short moment. “Make love to me, darling. Show me how much you love me and let me show you how much I love you, Spike.”

“Rarity,” he muttered her name one final time before their lips met in a chaste, pure kiss that transmitted their feelings.

Rolling over on top of her, the two soon-to-be lovers spared a moment to let the reality of what was happening sink in completely. Then, they charged. Their lips came together with a bottomless hunger that was reflected by their fervent tongue-lashing. Spike dominated Rarity almost from the start, using his prehensile tongue to wrap around her tongue and move it as he desired. However, he allowed her to guide him and he absorbed every lesson just to better please his beloved mate in the future.

The future, that thought excited him and his hands moved to her breasts, groping them tightly and pressing his palms against her perky nipples and areolas. The fact that he was touching the goddess deserving of his affections eluded him in light of pleasuring his most beloved lady, the mare he loved with all his heart.

His hands began to explore her body as she used her hands not to explore but to pet, to gently caress his ear-fins, his crest, spines, and scales. What was so fascinating about him? He wanted to ask her, to see just what she saw in him. Not wanting to be rude, he refrained from doing so, better to focus his efforts on her pleasure. He had no experience with another mare, but he had read plenty of magazines, comics, and heard his soldiers talk about their encounters and tried to imitate them.

A gentle touch to her sides made her mouth into his mouth. One swift grope to her thighs made her shudder and smile, he could feel her lips curling despite their greedy making out. His fingers found the edge of her thong, not panties. She always hated using panties, he thought with some humor before cutting the straps with his claws.

She’d forgive him, he was sure of it. Maybe.

Now completely naked, Rarity of course noticed his actions and moved her legs around him while he adopted a splayed-out kneeling position. She draped her legs over his, setting herself in quite a comfortable yet vulnerable position.

Spike pulled back but Rarity retained his tongue, slurping it and letting it explore her mouth freely. He paused once he was able to see the sight before him. His Rarity was bare, naked, exposed. Nothing was protecting her frame, her chest went up and down in a steady manner while her breathing became increasingly worked, just like his own was becoming. Her large breasts lightly bounced and swayed with each breath, tempting him to squeeze and bury his face in between them.

Her stomach was slim and fit, her hips were wide, perfect to carry her voluptuous figure and her matching ego and generous soul. The light fur was shining as sweat began to form all over her body. Her scent intensified and he could smell her excitement, her lust, her want. Her love. Her beautiful love reflected in her sapphire eyes that belonged on that perfect, red-blushing face of hers.

“I love you,” he muttered, unable to say anything else.

Rarity’s eyes filled with tears, her blush intensifying while her heart threatened to explode from sheer joy upon hearing his heartfelt declaration of love. “And I love you, Spike. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love y--!” She repeated until Spike shut her up, their lips colliding once more.

A whirlwind of emotions threatened to consume them both if they didn’t do something to alleviate their beating hearts, both ready to explode. Not fully knowing what he was doing, Spike began to slowly thrust his hips, trying to find the fabled opening that would take away his virginity and grant them both a joining that would bring them closer than they already were.

His shaft pushed against her moist, warm labia, striking at her clit a few times after each failed insertion. She shuddered and moaned in response to his efforts but each failure only drove him to anger. After a dozen attempts, Rarity broke their kiss just long enough to ignite her horn. Spike’s eyes widened slightly as he felt the familiar tingling of magic enveloping his cock.

“Rarity?”

“My beautiful knight. My courageous gentledrake, here, let me guide you,” she said before forcing his phallus lower, its pointy triangular tip rubbing against her drenched marehood. “I need you inside of me, my love. Please, make love to me. Let us share our bodies, Precious Scales.”

His belly felt like he had swallowed magma and, whilst looking deeply into the eyes of the mare that stole his heart, he pushed.

“Aaahhhh~!”

“Spiiiiiike~!”

The lovers moaned at the same time. Rarity was stretched wide, able to feel the small ridges that were present on the underside of his shaft. For Spike, the loss of his virginity was inconsequential in the face of feeling the pussy of the mare he loved. “T-Tight,” he breathed out. “Warm… and so wet!” He said, breathing heavily before pushing deeper and deeper inside that newfound cavern fit for his dragonhood.

The two moaned and trembled, trading honeyed words, proclamations of love, and sharing love, passionate kisses until, eventually, Spike found himself balls deep inside Rarity, their nethers conjoined in the ultimate union of flesh. They remained like that for several moments, drinking from the cup of pleasure as they grew accustomed to each other’s bodies.

“F-Full,” Rarity moaned, pleased. “So fuuuuull, Spikey-Wikey. Y-You’re impossibly gifted,” a groan left her throat while her legs moved to wrap themselves behind his back, preventing him from pulling away completely.

“Rarity!” He cried out, drool escaping from his maw and bared fangs. “Rari!” He cried out again, desperate. Burying his face in the nape of her neck, he began to thrust.

“Aaahh! Nnnn! Aaaahhh! S-Spikey-Wikey!” She exclaimed, gripping his shoulders tightly, but that only seemed to urge him more and his thrusting became faster, harder. “S-Spike!”

Spike slowed down, begrudgingly so, and breathed against the neck of his mare. “R-Rarity?”

Taking a moment to compose herself, she nuzzled him gently. “Are you a hooligan or a gentledrake?”

“W-What?” He asked, confused. He tried to remove his head from the comfortable spot he’d found as his hips came to halt, the tip of his cock kissing her innermost wall, the last barrier that marked the depth of their union, but Rarity’s hand pushing against him kept him in place, not wanting to go against her wishes.

Rarity sighed, smiling and gently caressing her dragon’s head. “Darling, control yourself. I know it feels good. You have no idea how exquisite it is to have your hard, hot dragonhood inside of me. How it stretched my walls, how my muscles cry against your intrusion; pain and pleasure mixing into a delicious, unmatched broth, my love.”

He gasped. “P-Pain?”

She blushed even more, unseen by him. “You are quite gifted as I stated earlier, Precious Scales. But it is not uncomfortable, I assure you. The pleasure I feel is a million times greater than the tiny prickle I feel,” she said, reassuring him. “But I’m a lady, not a toy, love. Treat me gently, lovingly unless I tell you otherwise. Move slowly, take care of your movements, your thrusts. Enjoy me, savor me, and let me do the same in turn,” she nuzzled him again, kissing his ear-fin. “Let’s make love and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh to the fullest. Jackhammering away for simple pleasure is such a vulgar thing to do.”

He didn’t say anything but he gritted his teeth. Using his right arm for support and his left hand to grasp at her waist, he began to move again. In and out, in and out, in and out. A slow repetition made itself present and the moans of pleasure followed immediately after.

“T-That’s it, Spikey-Wikey, aaahhh! E-Explore my body, s-s-search what--what words for you -Mmmmfff~- by Celestia, so big, so deep, so hoooot!” She exclaimed, her voice cracking a little more with each pointed thrust.

Spike closed his eyes, following the instructions given to him and quickly found the pleasure was intensified, richer in a sense. There was still a voice inside him telling him to ignore Rarity, to focus on his pleasure only, and rut her as hard and as fast as he could.

He choked that voice and tossed it away.

Grunting and moaning, the dragon increased the speed and strength of his thrusts; finding out what felt better, experimenting how tightly his goddess clenched his dick, how hard she moaned, and how her body reacted. Maybe it was the habit he inherited from Twilight, but he was thankful for it now more than ever. There was a burning desire in him, the need to know everything about his marefriend. His mate. His Rarity.

“MINE!” He snarled, pulling away from her neck to lay above her face, watching her blushing, sweating face. “You’re mine, Rarity! Mine!”

Rarity nodded, leaning forth in order to kiss his lips. “I’m yours, Spike,” she declared through rapid moans. Her breasts swayed freely with each plowing motion, their hips meeting in wet, echoing slaps of fur, flesh, and scales. “And you’re mine!”

Spike smiled, his feral eyes returning to normal. “I’m yours,” he groaned. “Gaaaahh!” He closed an eye as a familiar feeling began to rise from within him. “G-Gonna cum soon, Rarity!”

She nodded. “F-Fuck me harder, Spike! Faster! L-Let’s cum together, my love, I’m close toooaaahhhh!”

Letting go of her waist, Spike quickly grabbed Rarity’s hands and slammed them against each side of her head. Her horn was lighting up with wild, uncontrolled magic while he intertwined their fingers in a tight, meaningful embrace.

His thrusts were now erratic, uncontrolled, and almost animalistic. The entire bed shook, the fine wood creaking with each hard thrust that robbed a scream or guttural moan from the gorgeous fashionista’s throat. All the while they refused to look away, to not stare into each other’s eyes. Her legs clamped hard around his back and Rarity screamed suddenly.

“Spiiiiiiikeeeeee!” She cried out his name.

Spike’s eyes went wide. Her velvety walls were now threatening to crush his shaft while a torrent of marecum bathed his nether region. But it was the expression of pleasure, love, and joy that truly drove him over the edge. “Rarityyyyyy!” He hissed her name, his hips delivering three last hard, deep thrusts.

“Hot!” Rarity exclaimed when the first batch of dragon cum filled her womb. For a moment her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as more and more baby batter filled her insides until it began to leak outside.

They remained like that for several moments as they enjoyed the throngs of their first union, the first of what they hoped to be many, many more love-making sessions.

“R-Rarity, that was incredible,” he said with some difficulty, but his smile was evident.

“Y-You’re still hard,” she pointed out in between labored breaths.

“Yeah… d-dragon thing,” he chuckled. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, concerned. But instead of an answer, he instead felt his body being grappled by magic. “Rari?” Was all he could mutter before Rarity flipped them over. Now laying on his back, he stared at the sweaty, grinning, and lustful mare on top of him straddling his lap.

Breaking off their hand-holding, the alabaster unicorn placed her hands on his chest and began to move her hips back and forth, in circular motions, and up and down in quick intervals.

“Fuuuuuck! Sweet fucking fuck! R-Rarity! W-What are you doiaaaaaaahhhhh! T-Too much!” Spike cried out, a hand slapping against his face, unable to bear the tidal wave of pleasure he was experiencing. His other hand reached up to squeeze one of her bouncing tits.

“Aaaaaahhhh~!” She cried out, moving her hips faster, harder, wilder. “F-Fuck me, Spikey-Wikey! Make me your mare!”

Inspired by her words, he began to move his hips while she rode him. At first, their movements were uncoordinated, brash, and savage. But with each passing second, they aligned more and more until they stopped fighting for dominance and instead worked together. Moving their hips in tandem, working together to achieve a pleasure beyond words.

Their previous orgasm was still fresh in their memories and had left their bodies hyper-tuned to pleasure. It had only been less than three minutes but both of them were already closing in on another orgasm. Spike moved both hands to grab her Cutie Marks, his fingers pushing against her substantial derriere. Then, he allowed his baser instincts to take over for a short moment all to truly breed his marefriend, his beautiful mate.

Somehow finding the strength to raise himself up to capture her right breast in his mouth, his tongue and lips quickly taking in her nipple. He sucked on it with hunger while his hands and hips aided Rarity in the self-imposed mission of impaling herself on his hard, throbbing cock.

It only lasted for a few extra moments, but that was all they needed. Nothing else but showing just how much they loved each other mattered. Their climax struck nearly at the same time, hitting them with thrice the force as the previous one; their senses still overloaded with the lingering pleasure they had experienced not so long ago.

Rarity waited until her pussy and womb were filled for a second time with the seed of her beloved dragon before collapsing on top of him. Now she was thoroughly spent.

Below her, Spike wasn’t fairing much better. He felt how his shaft diminished whilst still inside his marefriend’s pussy. Neither had the strength of mind to move for nearly a minute, but it was the unicorn who moved first, rolling off him to lay at his side. The now lovers snuggled close and for the first time, Spike took a moment to enjoy the regal softness of Rarity’s body. His mare.

“You were fabulous, Precious Scales,” she said after minutes of silent enjoyment between them, their breathing now returned to normal. The wet stench of vigorous sex filled the room, but to them, it was the same as a sweet aroma.

“That was… intense,” he said, smirking. “I didn’t know you could be so wild, Rari.”

She chuckled. “Let’s just say I was properly inspired, Spikey dear,” snuggling against him, she placed a kiss on his cheek. “Precious Scales… were you serious?” She paused for a moment, but only for a moment. “About wanting to make me your wife?”

“Eventually,” he said without hesitation. “If our relationship works and we both want it, then yes. I want you to be my wife, Rari.”

Blushing and smiling at the time, the unicorn placed her left hand over his heart, caressing his chest slowly. “I don’t deserve your love, but I’m happy I have it all the same.”

“Always, Rarity,” he kissed the base of her horn. “Always.”

The couple closed their eyes and relaxed for about ten seconds before Rarity opened her mouth.

“Precious Scales?”

“Yes?”

“How in the name of Equestria did you come up with that trick?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Well… let’s just say it involves eleven cups of extra concentrated coffee, three days without sleep, and Twilight with a dash of Pinkie Pie and yours truly,” he stopped for a moment. “You still want to hear it?”

“Darling, please, do you not know me?” She grinned. “Don’t you dare leave out any details!”

The End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!