It was pretty unusual for Twilight to be out so late; Spike was starting to worry. He knew that Twilight's new role as a princess meant that quite a few things were going to be changing, but that didn't stop him from wondering just where she would be at this hour. Especially since the checklist she took with her didn't have anything scheduled quite so late.
Spike decided that before he ran out looking for her, he should at least ask her friends if they had seen her. Applejack and Fluttershy were probably already turned in for the night, and Pinkie and Rainbow were notoriously unreliable. That left only one option...
Spike quickly penned a letter to Rarity, who he presumed would be doing some late night sewing or sketching. With a quick breath, he sent the letter off, hoping for a swift response.
Three times. Rarity had climaxed three times since Twilight had left her shop. Their session had left her exhausted for a few hours, but after a small nap her desires came back with a vengeance. She slipped away from her wall mounted toy, dissatisfied with its performance. Sure, it had gotten her off, but it was nothing quite like the sheer girth that penetrated her hours before.
She needed Twilight again, but knew she was unlikely to get her again anytime soon. She knew a hot commodity when she saw one, and based off of Twilight's rather brash behavior she was certain the alicorn would be the next big thing in Ponyville. Which meant that Rarity had to find a worthwhile substitute.
As if fate itself heard her woes, a letter dropped directly into her lap. She unfurled the scroll and was surprised to find that it was the dragon himself who penned the letter; she thought for sure he would've taken the excuse to visit. It seemed the poor guy was worried where his roommate was. Rarity figured she could take a pretty good guess, but it was probably best that Spike didn't know that. She simply wrote a short reply stating that Twilight was fine and that she'd be back later on that night before teleporting it back to the treehouse.
It always amused Rarity whenever Spike would work himself up worrying about her, Twilight or any of their other friends. She absolutely adored it and wouldn't change him for the world, but it was still funny when there was never something to worry about; a habit he probably picked up from Twilight, she supposed.
She glanced back at her mounted toy before an idea passed her head. Surely, Spike was... no, that's a terrible idea. What would Twilight say if she found out that Rarity was also playing with her surrogate brother? Besides, it probably wouldn't work anyways. It's not like he had a massive crush on her already. Or like he had grown into quite the handsome dragon, or that he had been working out so much that he was as toned as Rainbow. Or that he probably matched Twilight in size and would absolutely ruin her...
"Oh, I'm making a big mistake."
Rarity hardly slept the night before, her mind addled with fantasy after fantasy contradicted by her own reservations of just what she was about to do. She knew that Spike would probably do anything she asked of him, but that was part of the problem. It would be all too easy to take advantage of his crush on her for her own benefit. For smaller stuff, she could justify by returning his affection in little ways, a kiss on the cheek or a sweet compliment. This, though... she'd have to commit.
Then there was the matter of her relationship with Twilight. They never really hashed out the details of just what this change in their friendship exactly was, nor what Twilight was doing with anypony else. And she was absolutely having sex with other ponies; Rarity came to realize that the state of undress the alicorn arrived in was likely due to her escapades.
Not to mention the mailmare screaming into the dead of night last night.
Rarity finished penning her request to the dragon, looking it over once more to make sure she didn't slip any sort of misguided innuendo into her words. She would prefer to invite Spike over for something he'd usually help her with, then discuss her true needs when he arrived. She then sent the letter over the treehouse before she had the chance to second guess herself.
Her thoughts trailed to her own fantasies now that she had sealed her fate, and she mindlessly began to rub her skirt into her crotch. She should have enough time to get a quickie done before Spike arrived, right?
"Good morning, sleepy head, did you enjoy your extra beauty sleep?"
Spike hated when Twilight got snarky so early in the morning."As a matter of fact, yes I did. Thank you for asking," he replied, sitting down at the table and taking the first haycake on his plate. Best change the subject before she continued with her jokes. "Where were you last night? You weren't home when I went to sleep."
"Sorry Spike, I guess I got little too caught up in my constellation studies," Twilight answered. Spike shrugged; whenever Twilight talked about getting lost in her studies, it usually meant whatever actually happened was something she didn't want to share, and Spike has yet to get an actual answer from her when she does it. So he just accepted the lie and continued eating his breakfast.
A slight pain in his stomach turned his attention away from his food. Maybe I shouldn't have been eating so fast. Seconds later, a loud burp escaped his throat and a letter materialized before him. He caught it and unfurled the scroll to find that it was a request from Rarity.
Dear Spike,
I hope that you don't mind me asking, but I have run dreadfully low on emeralds and would like your assistance in gathering some more for my latest ensemble. There will be a wonderful reward in for you if you can find the time to assist me?
As if he needed any more reward to help Rarity out, but the gesture was nice nonetheless. "Oh boy, gotta go Twilight," he said as he grabbed the last of his haycakes and dropped them into his mouth. "Mrmm, Rarity says she needs my help today. I'll talk to you later."
Spike was out of the door before he could even hear Twilight's reply. He sprinted as quickly as he could over to the Carousel Boutique, arriving in just shy of fifteen minutes; not his best time, but definitely his best in a non-crisis. It was good enough.
Spike opened the door and triggered the distinct jingle of Rarity's customer bell, though the unicorn herself was nowhere to be found. "Rarity? I'm here!"
No reply. Not too unusual, though. She was probably just in her crafting room lost in sketching her latest design. Spike began wandering the boutique halls in search of its owner. his ears picked up the faintest of sounds coming from her workroom, though he couldn't pin down what exactly they were. He approached and found the door slightly ajar, peeking his head through the gap to see what the commotion was.
What he found made him stop in his tracks and catch his breath in his throat. Rarity was leaned back in her chair with her skirt hiked up and her panties draped down one ankle, rapidly fingering her exposed pussy. She was completely lost to the throes of her own pleasure, softly muttering about somepony ravaging her body.
Spike couldn't believe he was actually witnessing this. He had for a long time fantasized about seeing the beautiful mare in any state of undress, and now he could see her most private area clear as day. His own crotch stiffened against his jeans, forcing him to unbutton it and set it free from its cloth prison just to avoid the discomfort. Not that the excuse mattered; he wasn't passing up the opportunity to get off from the sight he currently beheld.
Without any hesitation he began to stroke his own cock, drinking in the sight of his crush trying so desperately to pleasure herself. He wanted to close his eyes and picture himself causing her moans and pleas for more, but he couldn't take his gaze away from her pussy spraying small amount of her love juice out with each press of her fingertips.
"Oh, Spike."
He ducked back around the corner, his heart racing as he was certain he had been caught. When the sexual moans continued though, he peered back around and noticed that Rarity hadn't skipped a beat. If anything, she had gotten even more into it. Is she... fantasizing about me?
The very notion made his cock throb in his hand, and he resumed his masturbation, listening very carefully to what Rarity was saying to herself.
"Please, you see how needy I am. I want it so badly. Please Spike, I need something inside of me."
She was. Someway somehow, the love of his life was dreaming of him making love to her. Spike doubled his own efforts, not even bothering to hide behind the door frame. All that mattered was that he got as clear of a sight as he could on the unicorn pleasuring herself, thinking about him.
If anyone asked Spike what prompted him to step into the work room, kicking off his pants and underwear as he did so, he couldn't say. He just went up to the unicorn and knelt down between her legs, getting a close up view of her twitching lips. He then grabbed her wrist, swiftly pulling her hand and fingers away and dragging his long tongue against her folds instead.
Rarity's cry of surprise and instant pleasure only spurred him even further, lavishing her beautiful pussy in the best tongue bath he could manage, his hands grabbing at her hips and pulling her crotch closer to his face. He wrapped the tip of his tongue around her clit as the rest wriggled between her puffy pussy lips.
Rarity could only catch a brief glimpse of the intruder before the pleasure made her throw her head back; she must've lost track of time. Not that she was in any position to complain. Spike's long tongue was a more than welcome substitute, though now that he was here and he was already helping her get off, one desire burned deep in her head.
She had to see his cock.
He wasn't letting her go anywhere, though. His tongue retreated enough to slip the tip in between her folds before he shoved most of it into her vagina, lapping up her juices as he coiled it around to massage her inner walls. The sheer amount of sensations Rarity was experiencing was overwhelming, driving her to her climax in a matter of seconds. Spike wrapped his lips around her pussy, drinking in as much of her cum as he could manage.
As Rarity's orgasm began to fade, Spike began to crawl his way up her body, grabbing the hem of her blouse between his teeth and dragging it up as he went along. He lifted the garment over her bra, reaching one of his hand behind her to unclasp it and pull the strapless cloth away from her body. Letting go of her b louse, he began kissing one of her bare breasts as he pulled himself up enough to rub his shaft against her waiting lips.
As much as Rarity still wanted to actually view her prize, she didn't need to see it to know that it matched Twilight in sheer size, though it dimensions and especially the texture felt wholly unique. She glanced down at the dragon that pinned her, meeting his own gaze. He stared her down as he wrapped his tongue around her nipple, pinching the opposite one in between his claws. The animalistic look in his eyes melted her as she gave in to whatever the dragon had in store for her.
She didn't have to wait long to find out what that was, as Spike pulled back slightly and eased his cock into her eager pussy, earning himself a loud cry from the unicorn. Between her wonderful moans and the feeling of her tight pussy gripping his dick, he couldn't say which turned him on more. All he knew was that Rarity wanted him, and he was going to give her everything she wanted.
Spike began to move, slowly pulling his dick out before shoving it back in as far as he could manage. "Does it feel good, Rarity? Am I doing it okay?"
Rarity leaned her head forward as best she could. "You're doing wonderfully SPIKE! AH, now just keep it up, I need this so bad."
Spike nodded as he picked up the pace, each inward push causing Rarity to scream louder and louder. This was even better than she could've imagined; not only did she have someone who could be just as good as Twilight, but it was Spike. Someone who she treasured dearly and could have anytime she asked. What more could she ask for?
Spike was also in absolute heaven, hardly even thinking as he pistoned his dick in and out of Rarity as she begged him for more. He slowly lifted himself from her breast to look her directly in her sapphire eyes. "Rarity, I- I love you."
Rarity knew it, but hearing him say it to her drove her arousal crazy. "Oh Spikey, I love you too. Now- !!!"
Her confession clearly had the same effect on him as he doubled his thrusts, readying himself to pour his entire load into her. After the initial surprise had worn off, her encouragement returned full force.
"OH YES, SPIKE! IT FEELS SO GOOD! PLEASE, DON'T STOP! MAKE ME YOURS!!!!"
Her desperate pleas sent Spike over the edge as his cum burst out and flooded her vaginal canal, her own orgasm rushing to squirt out past his shaft. Both of their fluids leaked out and coated each other's hips and thighs. With one last spurt, Spike collapsed on top of Rarity, their heavy breathing falling into a shared rhythm. Spike continued to gently massage the unicorn's breasts, leaning forward and kissing her lips.
They didn't separate for several moments, their makeout session adding a beautiful relief to their afterglow. Spike did eventually pull away to rest his head against her shoulder. They sat together for what felt like hours before Rarity broke the silence.
"So... same time tomorrow?"
Author's Note
This is the first of a small side series to Twilight Fucks Ponyville. As always, I am happy to take any suggestions for story ideas, pairings and fetishes anyone would like explored. Only rule is no gore/excessive violence, bestiality or vore. Anything else is fair.
That being said, for any stories that have something a little more niche, I will probably post two chapters, one with and one without the fetish.
Thank you so much for reading, and I'll see you in the next one!
