Laisse-moi te soulager, bien-aimé
“Urgh!
With an absolutely ladylike grunt of exertion, the proprietor and owner of the Carousel Boutique (gracefully) stumbled through the establishment’s front door. A veritable wagonload of variously sized boxes trailed behind her in a field of her sapphire magical aura, before being stacked neatly to the side by a coat rack on the wall.
Closing the door behind her, Rarity allowed herself a deep, soothing breath. The familiar scent of her foyer’s usual jasmine fragrance (thanks to the flowers in the wall sconces by the entrance) helped her feel more at ease, reminding her that the long day was behind her.
“Three. Whole. Wedding. Fittings. Three!” She called to her currently vacant showroom beyond the front entrance, slowly making her way to her favorite sofa and (most daintily) plopping herself onto its cushions. “Honestly, why did Mayor Mare approve of officiating three whole wedding ceremonies on the same weekend? These dresses will keep me busy for at least a week, and I haven’t even taken any of the grooms’ measurements yet!”
Indeed, the day had been chock full of the fidgety nerves and constantly shifting moods of three anxious brides-to-be, all of them with no shortage of the countless requirements for what was sure to be the most magical day of their respective lives. The poor seamstress gave a long sigh at the thought of the work ahead of her.
“Glad as I am for the dears, a little more time would be appreciated. Lotus is lucky I’ve been waiting to make something for her someday.” With a little smirk dancing at the corners of her muzzle, she cast her gaze to the ceiling. “She’ll definitely owe me for this. Perhaps a full spa day, with the works, all gratis?
“Wouldn’t that be nice, Spikey? We could even go for that new scale sharpening they’ve implemented for dragon patrons! I know Ember was singing its praises during her last visi-“
It was then that the mare noticed she had been talking to an empty room. In her rush to find a place to settle and unwind from her long day, she had failed to register that her draconic paramour wasn’t in the main showroom, lounging on a sofa as he usually would be after his own day.
Settling back into her hooves, Rarity trotted to her left and through the kitchen door, looking in all directions yet finding no trace of the drake in question. No traces of dinner having been made, either.
“Spikey? Dearest?”
She called out, her voice echoing off the walls of the home. After waiting a moment for a response, she directed her search toward the stairs next. Perhaps he had turned in early? It was known to happen. The poor thing often overworked himself with the new duties appointed to him as Twilight’s Royal Vizier and Friendship Ambassador.
Ensuring she kept her hoof steps quiet, lest she potentially disturb his slumber, she turned the knob of their bedroom door in her magic, peering in to find…something she had expected, and something quite the opposite.
Amidst the dim candlelight of the room, she could make out the familiar form of Spike. Her lover was indeed in bed, as she had guessed. But sleep seemed to be the last thing on his mind. Splayed out across the comforters, Spike had taken up a pose Rarity had never expected from the drake before.
One leg was pointed straight out, the other resting with his foot flat atop the mattress. His tail curled up from between his legs, barely concealing his maleness as it trailed down the side of the bed. He rested on one of his elbows, the other arm draping across his hip to rest his hand upon his bare thigh.
In his mouth, secured by razor-sharp teeth, lay a single rose. That same mouth was currently showing her that dazzling smile she always adored seeing. No matter how much stress her day may have entailed, that trademark grin could always help dispel even the most chronic frustrations.
“Oh…my…Celestia…”
“You like?” Spike practically purred, eyebrows giving a teasing wiggle.
“Is this…for moi?”
“But of course, my lascivious one. You’ve been working an awful lot, and I can practically taste your stress compiling.” The end of his long tail began to unfurl, revealing a little bottle of massage oil in its grasp. “Soooooo…what better way to relax than a world-class dragon claw massage?”
He punctuated his message with a little flourish of his well-manicured claws. They glimmered gently in the room’s sparse candlelight, and the unicorn couldn’t help a little shudder of anticipation shake down her spine at the thought of their gifted abilities.
“My word. What proper lady wouldn’t wish to be treated so wonderfully?” She hummed and slowly sidled up alongside the bed, letting her tail playfully brush along his as she moved closer. Pulling herself up onto the bed with her forehooves, Rarity took a moment to muzzle her way up Spike’s lithe, yet toned, chest, snaking her way up his neck and to his cheek.
There she planted a lingering kiss. “I’m ready whenever you are, darling.”
The mare finally allowed herself to splay out on her belly, a dainty little sigh leaving her lips. She allowed herself to unwind and relax as much as possible. It wouldn’t do well to let her muscles remain clenched up when her paramour was working hard to do excerpt the opposite.
The aforementioned drake moved to straddle his mare’s hind legs, cracking his knuckles in readiness for his task. He truly enjoyed moments like this. Seeing Rarity rush around and fret over the many facets of her work often caused him to worry for her wellbeing. as admirable as her hard work was, he did think she could ease back a bit. Her clients would (if they didn’t want a blast of dragonfire sent their way) understand if she needed some more time.
His tail swiveled around to drop the oil bottle into his hands. Popping the lid open, he took a second to inhale the sweet scent. The faint hints of raspberry and blackberry were a welcome prelude. “Thankfully this is the type that warms up super quick. So this’ll only be cold for a second, okay hon?”
“Well worth it for the no doubt stellar job I know you’ll do.” Rarity cooed back. Her curly tail gave a little caress along Spike’s thigh, which sent a soft wave of warmth through his lower body. Forcing his loins to control themselves, he set to the task at hand.
He let a little dollop of oil spill along the valley of Rarity’s spine, a long thin strip. Shivering just for a moment, Rarity soon relaxed anew as Spike’s hands began to knead upward, then circling around to spread the oil across her back.
Spike started first with the balls of his hands, pushing firmly against the small of her back and gradually upward. He was rewarded with an audible crack, followed by a low moan from Rarity. “Oooooh C-Celestiaaaaaa, that’s magnificent…”
“Already? Jeez, you really did work yourself over today.” He couldn’t help a chuckle, continuing with working his hands up her spine to work out the few little remaining cracks, which only got the unicorn to wriggle and moan more.
“Oh I know, but-ooh! P-perhaps I do so just to feel this when I come home. A-aaah!”
“Silly. You know all you need to is ask, and I’ll be glad to wring you out.” A little growl enunciated his last words, putting a dirty little tease to it. His fingers began to enter the fray, working out to the sides along Rarity’s ribs and finding the knots up to her shoulder blades.
“B-but where’s the fun in that, dearest? The ultimate relief comes after a hard day of work, mmmmm…” She purred back at him, her tail resuming its teasing brushes between his legs. This time, Spike couldn’t resist her touch, his tip beginning to spill out of his sheath.
“Ooooooh sweet…R-Rarity, isn’t it a bit…early?”
“Au contraire, mon dragon: I think it’s t-the perfect time. While I’m afraid my body might be too…fatigued for other things, the least I could do to show my appreciation is treat my handsome companion to one of our favorites~.”
Her tail hooked around his waist, bringing him flush against her lower body. Rarity gave her plot a wiggle, letting it brush back against his sheath, and being rewarded with more inches of that spire of draconic flesh greeting her already warm fur.
Its blazing heat caused her to shudder. Fully familiar with her favorite toy, she always adored just how hot it got in reaction to her touch. The mare lifted her head and let a touch of magic rub along her horn. Her telekinetic grasp found its mark, and she swore she could even feel the heat through her magic.
“Oh fuck…” Spike gasped under his breath as his bulbous shaft was now gripped by the familiar tingle of magic. Such a strange yet fascinating sensation it was. Warm and soothing, the closest he could describe it was as if his cock had been enveloped by gently running water, yet with no wetness to be found.
Rarity smirked at his little utterance. She did so love breaking down his normally polite facade to reveal the vulgar beast that lay inside. Licking her lips, she began to stroke Spike’s length firmly. From the intimidating knot at its base, all the way to the imposing tip. While her magic kneaded and squeezed around his length, her plot continued to arch back into the underside. Slick with the remnants of the oil dripping down her back, it only helped stimulate her dragon.
Speaking of slick, the unicorn was also benefitting from the little gyrations of her hips. The soft sheets beneath her body began to brush across her slit, now swollen with need and dripping onto the fine thread count. But she could care less. There was always time to clean up later. Now was the time to indulge in the (though she would outwardly deny it) little pleasures of getting dirty.
She cooed, both from natural reaction and for her lover’s audial delight. Precum began to drip down into the base of her tail as a reward for her motions. Somehow his shaft just seemed to get hotter, throbbing in her grasp and sending little ripples of pleasure up even through her magic!
Spike was now rocking his hips back and forth, unable to concentrate on his original task. But that suited them both just fine. They both panted softly, a crescendo of their moans for each other traveling through the room. Rarity from the soft ministrations across her slit, and Spike from the slicked rump bumping back along his cock.
“R-Rarity…if you keep, nnnh!”
“Yes, yes! I-I as well, Spikey…oooooh…w-with me!”
Their paces increased, with Spike now humping firmly into her plot and Rarity milking his cock with a feverish rhythm. Her own finish wasn’t far off. The slick softness of the sheets beneath her were worn ones her petals over, the scent traveling up to Spike, who growled lustfully at the delectable odor.
It was he who broke first, but Rarity only a few strokes afterward. They both cried out for each other, with Spike now draped over her back and grunting into her ear. Thick, hot streams of his seed spewed out across Rarity’s back. The white streaks were almost lost amongst her luxurious coat. Spike growled deeply, huffing deep breaths with each blissful burn of hot sperm that he splashed across her back and ass.
Rarity, meanwhile, writhed beneath the larger drake. Her own release sent new drips of her feminine juices down onto the bed. She moaned aloud at the hot, wet ropes of cum that graced her back. The thought of looking so nasty and slutty only helped her orgasm drag on, and her hips wiggle harder back into Spike’s to prolong his.
Her magic hold finally broke as her concentration faded, now only focused on their shared bliss. They each continued to paint each other in their releases, panting softly as they’d truffles to catch their breaths. Spike’s arms hooked around the unicorn, caressing her chest and just keeping her as close as possible. This caused his fresh release to wet his own abdomen, but he didn’t mind.
Rarity giggled as he pulled her closer, her forehooves draping over his hands to show she too craved his hold. Her tail possessively took hold of his waist, keeping the dragon close to bathe in their afterglow.
“Hah…whoof…so…worth it?”
Giving a dainty laugh, Rarity leaned her head back to finally claim a kiss from those purple lips. Letting it linger a bit, she let him go with a gaze into those soft emerald eyes. “More than worth it.”
“Well, I guess we shou-“
“Oh pish posh, love. Just stay with me like this. After all, who said dirtiness can’t be enjoyable…to an extent.” She smirked, nuzzling back into the curve of Spike’s body, feeling perfectly at home right here.
“…I love you so much.” Spike breathily chuckled into her ear, giving it a lick and holding her all the firmer.
“And I you, mon amour~.”
The two contented themselves with their shared bliss. The rest of the world meant nothing in that moment, only the warmth and love shared between the dainty unicorn and her dutiful dragon.
