Love's Hydration

by B_25

Chapter X | Tight Outfits

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Tight Outfits

Rainbow touched down at the boutique. It felt strange coming here again—and so often. She never had free time. Not even when her friend was dying. Now she had nothing but time. An earned break for the change in name tags.

Her hoof rose to knock on the door… but paused before the wood.

Am I coming on too strong? Will he think I'm desperate?

She'd found him at the fountain. Urged him upstairs to the bedroom. Then the snuggle-fest at the pond and the need for Spike to carry her home. Now she was knocking at his door without a day passed?

Rainbow needed him.

Not for answers—just his presence.

He'll think I'm needy.

A smaller voice spoke.

Do you think he'll care?

Spike was real. He'd never hold something like that against her. Sure. He'd tease Rainbow about her desperation for his existence.

No.

Rainbow shook her head, lowered her hoof, and turned. She needed to wait a few torturous days. Something natural would bring them back together. Everything had been too quick and strong. Time was necessary for them to adjust to the recent changes.

"Not that I mind the back view," a bold voice passed through the door, turning the mare around. "But I prefer the front a touch more." The door opened with a click, squeaking from its hinges. It revealed the scaly titan behind. "You in a rush somewhere?"

"What? No." Rainbow blinked before inspecting the door. A peephole had been installed. "When did you…" A blush washed down her scrunched muzzle; she shyly glared at the dragon. "How long were you staring!?"

"Since the moment you tapped down." Spike ducked through the door and came outside, towering in the sunlight. He crossed his arms and bore the usual smirk. "You were the perfect portrait. Shame you started moving."

Rainbow glared elsewhere. "Creep."

"Who wouldn't be when the subject is you?" Rainbow's blush burned hotter at his words."But if you have to go—don't let me keep you."

The blush vanished as nothingness stole over. Rainbow didn't want to leave, to exit their pleasant atmosphere. Pretend like you were just checking up on him. Then you gotta dash for something else. He'll believe it. Just say that and be on your way.

"Unless you're not busy," his words sparked hope in her chest. "Then I could use your help with something."

Rainbow looked to him to see the way cleared, the door open, and his claw gesturing inside. He was smiling with a darkly-welcoming face. She hesitated from entering his den. A place that had taken to a new, merged identity.

"Would you like to come in?" Spike had asked. "Or is there something more important you must tend to?"


Rainbow tread inside the cleaned changed shop. Her hooves clopped against reflective white. Boxes ceased to clutter the area; shelves lined the walls, organized with varying yarns, wools, and other materials. The model's state housed three mannequins, each fixed with a drawing of their finished outfits.

Rainbow inspected and climbed the stage to examine each. Hanging strings had been woven into the whole of the outfit. Different colours had been used to varying brightness so that, depending on her position, the ensemble glowed in varying hues.

Rainbow slowed before the display. She checked the paper over it. Rarity's drawing of what she envisioned, altered throughout the process, with notes, some crossed out. What worked, what didn't, and what felt missing. Her hornwriting continued in the handwriting of another.

Rainbow squinted to read the dragon's new writings and drawings. His attempts to answer Rarity's left questions, revising her ideas. He'd cracked the code of one dress. An endless sprawl of notes covered the puzzle of the other two.

"You're…" Rainbow turned with a held breath, "…finishing her work?"

Spike's feet clacked against the ground as he sat at the drafting table before the stage. Scooting the stool closer, he looked at her. "As closely as possible. It won't be how she would have done them. But I also know she wouldn't want her final designs to be unfinished."

"Heh." Rainbow looked at her hooves. "Good point."

"It's hard being chained to a place." Spike lifted the quill and focused on the parchment. His eyes narrowed as he scratched away. "I've never stayed in the same cave for more than a week. Being here is, well… I needed to find something to do."

He glanced up from the paper. "Besides you, of course."

Rainbow's heart tickled. Her sullen expression watched him work. Despite his talent, regardless of their closeness—it didn't feel like he was here. He always felt like he was about to leave. That he was just stopping by.

"You're always moving, aren't you?" Rainbow lifted her head. "Why is that?"

His eyes checked her from behind the page.

Then returned to it.

"Figured while I'm here," Spike didn't answer her question, "I'd take up my old profession of being Rarity's helper. She left a lot of material. Her ghost will kill me if it goes to waste."

"Guess that makes sense," the words scratched Rainbow's voice. "I think she would be happy for you. Finding something to do. Putting all this… to good use."

"I'm glad you think so," the dragon returned, "because I'll need your help with it."

Rainbow's hooves clopped on the stage as she faced him fully. "Come again?"

Spike finished a final note, rising from the desk, coming to the stage and before the elevated mare. Her surprised, rose eyes were relaxed by his calm, green glow. Their snouts touched.

"I needed a model." Spike grinned. "And one just so happened to stand outside my door."

Rainbow's blush intensified. She backed and looked away. "Shut up. I'm not a model." A soft smile nipped her lips. "You just want me for the name recognition."

"You can be nameless," he whispered, "if it means I can have you."

"You suck."

"Then you won't do it?"

Rainbow smirked. "Never said that."

Spike smiled, rising. He fetched tools, his absence returning oxygen to Rainbow's air. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes, exposing her recovery. Rainbow's heartbeat quickened. Happy tingles buzzed her hooves.

Spike returned with the measuring tape.

"You okay with me touching you?"

We're beyond that, champ.

"Uh, yeah." Rainbow nodded while twirling around. "Go nuts."

His grin returned as he leaned onto the stage. He gripped Rainbow's foreleg and raised it, flushing the measuring tape around its length. Spike's talons squeezed her wrist, stroking it, the tape following across it.

Rainbow's muzzle turned, hiding a dopey smile.

It was nice being measured. Felt and admired. Boxed in place and touched all over. Rainbow usually hated that attention.

It was different with Spike.

His towering height stalked around Rainbow, flexing the cool tape against the skin beneath her coat.

Rainbow became his examination.

"Hm." Spike paused. "Didn't you fight Rarity every step of the way?" He loomed behind Rainbow, the tape wrapped around her neck. His talons tickled down Rainbow's spine, a tap, tap, tap. "Months to convince you to be measured. You would last only for five minutes. Rarity used to rant about how difficult it was. Even I used to worry you'd buck me if I touched you back then."

Rainbow shivered.

"But now? You're being examined and measured and have minded all my little squeezes." Talons dived from their neck and across her back, expanding to accommodate the width of her hips. "Thought I'd have to fight you for this. Get on my knees and beg."

The claw slowed before Rainbow's flanks.

"You've been a good girl, too," the dragon whispered into Rainbow's ear, ducking out of her view when she turned, but his touch was still on her. "Didn't even have to hold you down. Or would that make you misbehave?"

Rainbow twitched.

You didn't notice that. I'm not locked up on the inside. You think that I'm just playing it cool. Yeah. Hundred percent. I'm not just waiting for that claw to squeeze my existence.

"Why are you kind to me, Rainbow Dash? Doing so much… when I've offered nothing." Spike's question swirled. "What makes me so special?"

Don't let him win.

"Special? Who you foolin'?" Rainbow asked, looking over her shoulder fully. Staring up at the dragon with the claw close to her rump, she remembered her grin. "I already have a few stallions fawnin' at me on the side. I just wanted to make sure your lonely self was alright."

Spike lit in surprise. His claw lifted from her rump—and Rainbow cursed herself. She desired him, feeling her ass squeezed, mouth taken by forceful lips. To be pushed town, taken, as she was handled all over.

The dragon left with his casual smirk, returning with a clipboard and jotting the measurements. He measured her again—this time for real. No teasing. No delicate touches. The dragon worked without any disdain for her revelation.

You idiot. Rainbow shuffled as the dragon measured her tail without peeking at what lay beneath. You lied to him.

Her tail lowered in his hold. He'd finished with the measuring tape and set it on the ground. For the next few moments, he stood there, writing and scratching away, forming something on the page. Rainbow stood facing forward, unable to look back.

Don't make things awkward.

"Funny how things work out, huh?" Rainbow tried her luck in taking a few steps forward. "You standing in Rarity's place. Doing what she normally would. You've got her thing, now. That thing that used to define her."

Rainbow thought about it some more.

"You were telling me that you lived to help others." Rainbow tried to turn—but couldn't. "Becoming good enough to assist another… but never having the passion or the skill to make something your own. But did you ever find out what your talent was? The one thing that pulls you in? Consumes you? Something you're good at?"

The ending words stopped his writing.

Spike contemplated them.

"Yeah," he answered. "I found my calling in life." His clipboard lowered to his hips. "It wasn't being a hero." His lips pulled into a smile. "But when you look back—you realize your life couldn't have gone any other way."

Rainbow felt the dread in his voice. She turned to face him—but the dragon searched the ground with his eyes. He lost himself in thought. Rainbow dared to approach the beast. "H-How did you think life was going to turn out? You becoming a knight? Marrying Rarity?"

Spike laughed without a lift to his gaze. "When I was a kid, maybe. But life never goes as expected. Look at Twilight. In Canterlot? She thought she would be alone with a nose in a book. Then she was sent to discover friendship—and now she doesn't shut up about the damn thing."

"Heh! Tell me about it." Rainbow fluffed as he neared the dragon, entering his downward view, staring hopefully upward. "But how about you? Twilight's change was a positive one. So why are you acting like yours is so negative?"

"Her change came from outside." His eyes burned into Rainbow's. Pain happily twitched his face. "And my change came from inside. Ponyville made Twilight better… but I'm a threat to Ponyville."

Spike shrugged. "I'm a dragon. I should have expected… urges. There's no being a hero for me—not after what I've done. Killing monsters. Eating prey. That thirst to…" His eyes closed, and his head shook away his present thoughts. "Well, I never thought I'd be back here, making dresses."

Rainbow did her best to smile.

Her future felt dark. Like everyone would go away, and nothing would matter. It scared Rainbow. Reminded her of the boutique's previous owner. Darkness beckoned Rainbow. Depression desired a few quiet words.

Rainbow nearly listened.

Until shaking her head of the spell.

"Spike?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you do me a favour?"

"Anything for perfection."

"I will probably need a new flight suit after my promotion." Rainbow turned around and presented more of herself to him. "The Wonderbolts are good at making them. But I want something specialized. Something that you, me, and Rarity can be proud of."

She flicked her tail and checked him from over her shoulder.

"Think you can make an outfit for me? It needs to be skin-tight." Rainbow shook her hips. "So you might need to feel with your claws to get an idea."

Surprise warmed Spike's face.

Even after his admission, she wanted to be with him, regardless of the danger. The clipboard fell from his claw, clattering on the ground. He ambled over and kneeled. His form passed like a shadow. Claws tapped her barrel, and talons traced the bone of a wing. It flicked and twitched, a slight flaring to its shape, a sudden influx of stimuli.

"S-Spike?"

Spike didn't answer. His face lowered to her back. Kisses touched her spine. Teeth nipped the thickness of her coat, tugging it. Claws worked her wings, forcing them to flare out, caressing the sensitive bone. His tongue licked the back of her neck, a series of tickles that turned her head.

Rainbow was sweating when his weight came down on her. His chest squished across her back, forcing it down. Her legs barely stood the weight as they lowered to his request. More of the dragon laid over her. The bottom of his muzzle rested on the top of her head, a complete blanket of dragon over the mare.

Rainbow lowered to the ground from his weight alone. Wings spread out from beneath him and worked and jerked to developing sweat in her coat. She was aware of his hips backed into her flanks. He ground against her backside.

"Mmh." The rumbles of his voice tapped across Rainbow's scalp. Her eyes looked up and into the underside of his jaw. She was trapped by the dumb beast. "You haven't fought me off yet. Where's that famous buck I've heard stories about? I should be flying out a window by now."

Rainbow wiggled. Escape wasn't her intent. Only to feel more of him.

"Can your other stallions do this?"

She chuckled. "You jealous?"

Spike lifted from her head, curving to watch her from the side, where they were an inch from each other. "Do I have a reason to be?"

Rainbow plunged forward. "Not yet."

The two kissed. Open mouths worked together as tongue lazily caressed the other. Both drowned in the makeout session as the dragon lowered her fully to the ground. Rainbow's legs were tucked beneath her as his hips rocked up and down against her flanks.

Rainbow halted the kiss for a moment. "Y'know… if you're making me a pair of shorts… f-feel free to add a few inches."

His eyebrow rose. "Why would I do that? I was thinking of taking a few away."

Rainbow grinned. "Naughty."

Rainbow couldn't move beneath the dragon's weight. It didn't take long for his cock to emerge and slip inside her tightness, a wet squeezing hug that swallowed him inside, holding him so tight as to deny him from ever leaving. It couldn't be more than a frozen toy fucked with the force of a dumb beast.

Spike thrust harder and harder with a forward and back shove carrying through the girl. They continued to make out as he fucked her from behind. The jerks that carried through her body rolled back into him as well. Warm juices splashed across his shaft. Rainbow felt full again. She wished to be twisted and turned, rolled around on his dick, able to feel it from every angle.

Knocks came at the door.

Both looked, and both did not care. Spike's claws left Rainbow's wings, one holding her chest and the other pushing against the ground, fucking her in a speed that blurred. One moaned, and the other groaned. The tingly delight was burning higher and brighter before it exploded into a milky discharge. Rainbow's walls clamped on the cock with every muscle claiming him.

Spike's cock, fully embraced, smacked around the walls, shooting rope after rope of white, drenching the place in thickness, seeping deep inside her core, filling it with his essence. Spike slumped over her next, spreading Rainbow's thickness. She laid beneath him. His hips doubled her backside. His cock was suckled inside her pussy.

Behind them, the door opened.

"Rainbow? Spike? Is everything okay?" Twilight's voice raced as quickly as her hooves as they clopped closer. "I was just at the door when I heard screaming. Did something happen? Are you—"

Twilight turned to see the two. Rainbow looked over her shoulder with Spike's head on top of hers. He was still backed into her hips, and his dick was still locked inside her tightness. Whiteness trailed down their thighs, collecting at their legs.

"I uh, huh." Twilight blinked as if to burn the images recently recorded in her eyes. Holding a hoof to block the view, she wrinkled a nose as she attempted to speak. "Okay! Neglecting everything wrong with this picture for the time being… I have some news!"

The vertically joined heads blinked.

"Rainbow Dash?" Twilight looked at her with a hoof blocking the unsavory parts. "The princesses are ready to conduct your interview. I'm here to bring you to Canterlot." She looked to the steps leading upstairs. "You were supposed to be at the station an hour ago. And I don't think you have enough time for a shower."

Twilight then glanced at her assistant. "And Spike? Can you please take your dick out of Rainbow Dash?"

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