Author's Note

Warning: This chapter is nothing but Sex

The Only Night

For hours, Rarity and Spike held on to one another. For an entire day, they stayed in bed, holding each other. Until this moment, the only thing that existed was the loving gaze into one another's eyes, and a kiss that tied their hearts together.

Now, moments after sunset, their hearts beat in sync, and their bodies' instincts took over.

Ever since her reincarnation, Rarity had spent many a night pondering the biology of her newfound form. It took only a few months at most to acclimate to the articulation of a dragon's body, but there was one part that she often dreaded.

The heat cycles.

When she first entered her time of the year, she burned with a need so powerful she'd nearly bowled over two dozen Royal Guards in an attempt to break into Canterlot Castle to find Spike herself. That was when she was but a young thing, her body unable to properly handle the newfound sensations that were only just then starting anew.

But now, in the embrace of the drake she loved, it came to her like a natural fire. The embers started in her chest, her furnace of a heart pounding away as she cuddled up against the wall of muscle and scales she called Spike. Slowly, the fire spread. It reached her nipples first, the little bits of flesh poking into Spike's chest with a little tinge that drove her to a fit of giggles. Further South the fire spread, until it ignited something between her legs. A river of arousal flowed desperately as she grinded her thighs together, the actions caught early on by her drake.

Spike's own body began to undergo its own process, all of the blood in his body rushing downwards to reach his powerful draconic spear. The slit between his legs widened until a bright pink tip emerged, followed by inches upon inches of spine-coated flesh. More and more of the beastly boner throbbed its way out into the air between them, until finally a bloated knot slipped free.

The titanic rod poked between Rarity's thighs, and she clamped her jiggling legs around his meat, shimmying it between her as he fought the urge to growl.

A kiss on the neck reassured him that she was all in for whatever was next.

"Spikey, darling," she whispered, "don't be afraid. I want it all. I want you."

Spurred on, Spike grabbed the softest ass he'd ever felt in his life and thrust between her thighs. The cushiony pillows she had for legs were something he'd fantasized about for years earlier in life. Granted, she was a pony then so he used actual pillows for his fantasies, but the feeling of a warm hide that tickled his ridged dick just right was a level of pleasure all on its own. The feeling of his tip slipping upwards, angling straight between her ass cheeks and bumping against her tail was slowly driving him mad.

As she laid there and watched Spike fuck her thighs, she relished the sensations she never could as a pony. The warmth of his dragon dick bleeding through her scales was scalding in a pleasant way, like dipping into a hot tub and adjusting to the heat in seconds. More so, the heat from his massive frame drowned her in a sense of overwhelming pleasure, the sheer might of him apparent through just his staggering hip thrusts. His muscles held straight above her head, sweat beading down his scales. She watched in awe as the little salty beads highlighted the finer crevices in his hide, and the girth of the muscles underneath. It was as if she were a lowly little hatchling underneath a rumbling, horny god. Running her palms against his sweaty chest, it was as if his very body was carved from the foundation of all reality, an immobile, indomitable bastion made into flesh by ancient magic and given life by the divine avatar of sex incarnate. Leaning up, she ran her tongue across his broad pectorals, using his giant shoulders as a support. If she were to worship the temple of perfection that was his body, then she would mop every single millimeter with her newly elongated tongue. The taste itself was nothing short of astounding, the salt burning into her tongue as she swept up every little bit she could.

Soon, Spike could feel Rarity's cunt pouring out a new tidal wave of arousal, and with but a slight alteration to his angle of thrust, he plunged into her molten core.

They both screamed in pleasure, Rarity from having her second virginity taken by the first proper lover she'd had in either life, and Spike from the sensation of finally achieving the precipice of his love. It was as if her insides were crafted by masters of flesh, sculpted perfectly to take his cock, and only his. In one thrust, they had become united. As one, their hearts synced again, the pulsing of both draconic engines ringing in their genitals like a thousand bells. They stared into one another's eyes again, Rarity heaving as she adjusted to the mass inside her, and Spike panting like a wild animal. Rarity's legs managed to tremble up Spike's sides until she could hook them around his waist, her clawed toes clamping down on the base of his tail.

He roared and pulled most of his length out, teasing her with just the pointed tip, before slamming his entirety into her. Rarity screamed again, her clawed hands ripping the nearby pillows to shreds as she embraced the pure, carnal ecstasy. The beasts were freed to go as they pleased, and the two ceased making love so they could truly fuck.

Spike showed no mercy, smashing his hips down with the ferocity of a mad animal. He pumped and pumped his cock straight into her deepest regions without remorse. His frilled and ridged sides scraped away at the spongey velvet of her quivering pussy, scratching little corners of her insides that Rarity didn't even know existed. For her part, Rarity did all she could in that moment. Moan, claw at Spike's giant musculature, squeeze and milk his dick for all it was worth, clamp her feet as hard as she could at his tail to try and force him to stay inside for more than half a second, but it was all for naught. She'd get the feeling she craved and more than she could have ever comprehended.

In one last thrust, Spike's bloated base had slipped in at last, his gigantic cock buried in to the deepest depths Rarity's body had. He cemented himself in her most precious canal, and with a show of his wings and a roar that released a mighty bellow of flames, he unloaded everything. Like a fire hydrant, his cum burst from his pulsing cock, flooding Rarity's insides in a vain attempt to put out the fire in her core. Yet all it did was pour oil into the inferno, for with the feeling of fullness, the weight of her drake, and the blast of cum gushing inside her, Rarity tipped over the edge and unleashed a torrent of azure flames. Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice, squeezing and milking his for every single drop he dared to keep from her. Her feet pushed against his stone-like backside, trying to push more of him in as she roared.

The dragoness' pussy was beyond overflowing, with what seemed like gallons squirting out and staining the bedspread beneath them. Spike watched with primal satisfaction as Rarity's gently curved stomach bloated and expanded, growing to nearly twice its size from the volume of pure dragon seed he'd pumped into her. With that, the two stopped for a moment, a quiet calm in the eye of the storm. Spike made a motion as if he were going to pull out, but Rarity's grip on his tail tightened, and she growled.

"No!" she barked. "It's mine! You're mine! And I intend on taking every single little drop that you owe me for the last TWENTY YEARS! Now get back at it!"

Spike's vigor returned in seconds, and for the rest of the night, the two kept going, intent on making up for all the time they'd lost.