Booty Buffet

Seated at a table outside Sugarcube corner, Rarity tried and failed not to stare at Spike. She’d known the little dragon for years, ever since he’d moved to Ponyville with Twilight, and this wasn’t the first time she’d enjoyed a meal with him - unfortunately for her, given his particular choice in breakfast fare, it was impossible for her to take her eyes off him. With a freshly glazed donut held up to his face, he ran his long, forked tongue around the ring of glistening fried dough and through the opening at its center.

Nopony in their right mind would have given Spike a second glance, simply realizing the little reptile was enjoying a confection, but Rarity wasn’t quite in her right mind. In the throes of estrus, having endured day after day of an aching, needy marehood, she’d been pushed to the limits of what she could endure. She’d attempted to scratch her lecherous itch with her a forehoof, her magic, and even her favorite sex-toy, an immaculately molded length of stallionhood she’d named Sir Big’un, yet nothing had been able to sate her carnal cravings.

As sad as it was to admit, she knew that the only way she’d get any sweet relief would be to feel the touch of another, but therein lay a problem. While many mares would be open to a one-night stand, picking up a stallion for an evening of wild, passionate love, she held herself to a higher standard - at least she usually did. Perhaps it was due to her inexplicably strong heat, or maybe it was because it had been ages since she’d done something amorous with anypony other than herself - regardless of the exact reasons why, she found herself extremely tempted to do something scandalous with her pint-sized, purple, pal.

While she hadn’t given too much thought to fooling around him, concerned that a tryst may jeopardize their friendship, desperate times called for desperate measures. Spike was trustworthy, legal, and single, making him the perfect candidate to sate her, although involving him with any sort of bawdy business could and in all likelihood would magnify his thirst to be with her - if only in a friends with benefits fashion. Weighing her options, she stiffened when she heard him moan.

“They’re sho good when they’re fresh,” Spike groaned, tonguing the donut with almost fetishistic glee.

She stiffened and gnawed her bottom lip, imagining what he could do - would do if he put his oral skills to another endeavor. It was no mystery that he was smitten with her, having fawned over her for years on end, yet this was the first time she’d considered taking her friendship with him to the next level. Sensing the bench under her growing damp, she fidgeted in place. Buck it - she may regret what she was about to do, but it was worth the risk.

“Ahem -” she coughed, drawing his attention over to her. “Spike, by chance, would you be willing to help me with a special project this morning?”

Lowering the donut, he gazed up at her in open awe. “I wouldn’t mind a bit, Rarity! What kind of project is it?”

“It’s - um - well, you see…” she faltered, fumbling over her words while she tried to concoct a reasonably believable explanation. “It’s a bit of a secret, if I’m being honest. Once you’re finished with your breakfast, we can -”

“Say no more!” he chirped, hopping down from his seat while tossing the confection into his fanged maw. “Lead the way!”

Easing herself to the ground, she turned in the direction of the Carousel Boutique. “Given the - uh - furtive nature of this endeavor, I’d rather discuss it in private. Are you sure Twilight won’t mind if I borrow you for a bit?”

“Please,” he laughed, dismissively waving a clawed hand as he tottered up beside her. “First of all, Twilight would want me to help you out - secondly, I’m basically grown! It’s not like I need her looking after me all the time.”

“R…right,” she sputtered, leading the way and trotting to the street.

Getting him to follow her was the easy part, but a lot would hinge on what came next. As she strolled along at a languid pace, consciously keeping her tail from flagging, her thoughts raced. It wouldn’t be right to simply bend over and let Spike rail her silly, but that didn’t mean she was out of options. Seeing as how he’d likely be elated to doing anything even remotely lewd with her, and that she’d always had a penchant for anal, the most obvious and mutually beneficial solution would be to give him a second donut to savor.

Only slowing to greet or briefly chat with a hoofful of ponies they passed, they made their way to the boutique within minutes. Halting at the shop’s entrance, she ignited her horn, plucked the key from within her saddle bag, and unlocked the front door. She hadn’t even planned on running into Spike that morning, only stopping to talk with him when she ran into him at Sugarcube Corner, yet she was on the cusp of asking him for a very big, very awkward favor.

She nodded to the back and closed the door behind him. “It’s in my workshop.”

“Gosh - this must be super important,” he remarked, marching past the mannequins and racks lining the center aisle of her shop.

Cantering past him, praying she wasn’t about to make a huge mistake, she dashed through the curtain and into her studio. “Something like that!”

It was her experience that the direct approach was often the best, yet that didn’t help her with the ignominious act she was about to put on. Knowing she only had a few seconds until she joined him, she rushed to her drafting table, placed her forehooves on the wooden surface, and angled her rear at the doorway. Letting him get a nice view of her tush would probably give him an idea of what she was wanting, but that wasn’t enough - no, she wasn’t going to leave any room for doubt.

She arched her back, flicked her tail to the side, and held her breath as she waited for him to appear. The blink of an eye stretched on for what felt like an eternity, before he stepped inside the dimly lit area, looked around, and ultimately spotted her. His eyes shot wide, his jaw nearly hit the floor, and she could swear she saw the imprint of his heart trying to pound out of his chest, while he stared longingly at her immaculately presented backside.

Spike stood with mouth agape, his heart threatening to seize within his bosom, as he gazed upon Rarity’s rump. He’d seen a lot of things over the years, from horrible villains to wonders that defied explanation, yet nothing could hold a candle to the sight before him. The snow-white fur covering her frame contrasted sharply to the dark, hairless flesh of her succulent pucker and plump, drooling marehood.

Though he’d shamefully admit to slipping glances at her naughty bits when she wasn’t looking or while they were out on adventures, he never could have imagined he’d be granted such a perfect view of her ass. Without so much as thinking, he took a timid step forward, followed by a second and a third, until he was slowly drifting closer to her. He still couldn’t be sure if he was dreaming or not, possibly having taken a tumble and hit his head after leaving Sugarcube Corner, but his instincts told him this was real.

“Like what you see?” a lilting voice inquired, shattering his trance-like state.

Shaking his head and tearing his eyes off her hindquarters, he shifted his attention up to Rarity’s face. She peeked over her shoulder at him, wryly smiling as her horn went alight. He went to say something - anything to excuse his behavior, since he’d been caught with his metaphorical claws in the cookie jar, yet he stopped when her aura surrounded her rear.

His eyes wandered down her back and to her tush before they nearly leapt from his skull. Getting an unfettered look at her goods would have been enough to let him die happy, but apparently that hadn’t been enough for her. Sorcerously prizing her buns apart, she invitingly swayed her hips from side to side. If she wasn’t trying to kill him, she sure as heck had something dubiously sinful in mind.

Ending her debaucherous display as quickly as it had begun, she wheeled around and flung herself upon him. “Oh Spikey Wikey!” she lamented, crushing his face to her bosom. “You’re the only one who can help me?”

He drew in her delicate scent and shuddered, keenly aware of his tool slipping from its internal confines. “W…wha?”

“I’m in heat, Darling - the most dreadful, awful heat imaginable!” she continued, throwing herself back while holding a forehoof to her head. “You just don’t understand how terrible this is!”

“I…” he trailed off, his brain struggling to process everything that was happening.

He may have been young, but he was no fool. He’d heard about estrus cycles from Twilight, periods of time when mares went into season for breeding, so it only made sense that Rarity had come to him in such a moment of weakness. As understanding dawned on him, his muzzle was split with a grin. This really was a dream come true - that or he’d met an untimely demise and was now in heaven.

“What can I do to help?” he countered, doing his best to sound stern.

“You remember that donut you were positively ravaging earlier?” she murmured, tuning away from him. “There’s no tactful way for me to say this ~ but would you like to feast upon another?”

She leaned forward, pressed her chest to the floor, and lifted her waist. He was a bit shocked that she’d be so forward, and just as stunned that she wanted him to go for her backdoor, but that wasn’t going to stop him from obliging her - heck, if he was being honest, he’d always wanted to jam his face into a mare’s big, soft backside. With his mouth starting to water, he inched closer to her.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop,” he quietly noted, drawing his hands up her thighs and to her flanks.

He felt like a hatching on Hearth’s Warming morning, practically giddy with the present he’d been delivered - still, he forced himself to slow down and savor the moment. Leaning forward, he brought his nose to her loins and took a deep breath through his nose. The earthy aroma wafting from her ass mingled with the wild, almost bestial bouquet radiating from her marehood, fanning the fires of his passion and chipping away at his composure.

Craning his neck and standing on his tiptoes, he gave her pucker a small, introductory kiss. The sensation of her silken ring against his lips was exquisite, as good as - no, better than he could have hoped. Her backdoor winked at his touch, flexing and clenching upon itself, as his tongue circled it. Yeah, this was definitely real.

What began as a little peck grew more heated as the seconds dragged on, his self-control crumbling like a sand castle against an oncoming tide. His hands kneaded and caressed her tush, he inhaled her rich, intoxicating musk with every breath, and her rear grew slick with his saliva, until he reached the breaking point. While a peck may have been a decent way to start things, a deeper, much more passionate kiss was all but required.

He closed his eyes and pressed his snout against her, driving his tongue past his lips and into her depths. The sensation of her shivering against him set his nerves alight, yet that was only one amazing facet of her reaction. As her stifled, throaty groan split the air, spurring him on like nothing ever had, he hotly made out with her ass.

Rarity’s eyelids fluttered, her legs trembled, and her breath hitched in her throat. Sweet, merciful Celestia, this was so much better than she would have hoped it would be. His tongue was nearly as long as his arm and, while not nearly as girthy as a stallionhood, its prehensile nature tickled her interior in a way nothing and nopony ever had. Pressing a forehoof to her snout to quiet herself, a bit embarrassed that she’d let such an unbecoming noise slip, she broadened her stance and lowered her hips for him.

She’d worried that the anal-only experience may not give her what she needed, but her fears were proven unwarranted in a matter of seconds. Between his grasping fingers, incredibly skillful tongue, and his hot breath washing over her nethers, she was instantly convinced she’d made the right decision to ask for his assistance. Resting her cheek on a foreleg, making herself as comfortable as possible, she relished his loving ministrations.

He was an absolute machine, eating her ass like it was the last meal of his life, and he only grew more fervent as the minutes gradually passed. Slowly but surely, sensing a familiar warmth blossom deep within her abdomen, she shakily exhaled. There was no way he wasn’t going to cause her to climax, yet she couldn’t stop herself from making the moment slightly more enjoyable.

Wriggling a foreleg under her chest, she peeked back at her groin. She’d had every intention of rubbing her marehood and using her magic to tweak her teats, yet she stopped dead when she spotted what he was doing. With one claw on her derriere and his face entombed between her cheeks, he had one arm lowered and was furiously jacking himself off. While the development shouldn’t have been shocking in the slightest, she was stricken with a pang of guilt.

“S…Spike,” she croaked.

He immediately withdrew, leaned to the side, and peeked up at her. “Yeah? I…is something wrong?”

She shook her head and bashfully smiled back at him. “Not at all - in fact, you’re doing a marvelous job! It’s just that - well, would you like me to repay the favor?”

Following her gaze, he looked down at his package. “I mean, I wouldn’t complain. What did you -”

“Lay down on your back,” she blurted, straightening up and nearly knocking him off his feet.

He flung himself to the floor and slid between her hind legs without hesitation. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she had in mind for him, so he wasted no time getting into position. Gazing up at her crotch, he watched her step forward, bring her hindquarters squarely over his head, and begin to squat down.

“Just start slapping my flank if it gets too intense,” she hastily remarked.

If there was one fantasy he’d had more than any other, it was this - having Rarity park her succulent ass squarely on his face. Pinned beneath her, with his muzzle practically sheathed in her backdoor, he flew into a frenzy. Even though he could hardly breathe, he wasn’t the least bit worried; if this was how he was going to meet his maker, he’d do so without regret.

Looking down her chest and to his goods, Rarity encircled Spike’s dick with her magic. A sorcerous hoof-job was the least she could do for him, considering he was so eager to please her. She wiggled her tush against him and stroked his length, contentedly sighing as she skyrocketed toward release.

Within a matter of moments, pre-cum oozed from his shaft. There was something richly rewarding knowing that he was having as much fun as she was, elevating her bliss all the more. Tightening her magical grasp on him, milking him for all her worth, she rolled her hips forward and back in an attempt to get him deeper. His rim job was phenomenal, hooves down the best she’d ever had, yet her wanton desires demanded more.

Unable to move anything above his shoulders, Spike felt like he may go mad with lust. The way she ground herself against him, her sighs and whimpers of delight, and how her backside literally and figuratively eclipsed his view of the world - they were all simply perfect. Sensing her desire, the way she desperately rubbed herself on him, he filled his lungs, steeled himself, and plunged his snout into her.

“S…Spike!” she bleated, her pucker seizing around his snout.

With her cheeks acting like a pair of heavenly earmuffs, he could barely hear that she’d said anything at all - on top of that, even if he had been able to make out what she’d said, he’d slipped past the threshold of what he could endure. She’d been brave enough to ask him to serve her, go give her some relief, and there wasn’t a thing in the world that could stop him now. He hummed into her depths and lavished her interior, coating her insides with a thick layer of saliva, while his hands crept up and to her lower abdomen.

The additional stimulation pushed her to the brink, leaving her teetering on the edge of a climax, but it was his claws that did her in. No sooner did his taloned digits pinch and twist her nipples, having found their way up to her teats, then she threw her head back and howled in bliss. A deluge of nectar gushed from her marehood, bathing him in her essence, as she was wracked with ecstasy.

Spike had been close, closer than he’d care to admit to cumming, and the sensation of her sweltering juices baptizing him was the final nail in his coffin. The lack of oxygen, bringing his age-old crush to an orgasm, and being jacked-off wrought rapturous havoc upon him. He fitfully bucked his hips while his cock shot rope after steaming rope of seed onto himself, Rarity, and the floor beneath him.

Panting and wheezing, slick with sweat, Rarity heaved air into her chest. By the stars, she hadn’t had a climax that intense since - well, she didn’t think she’d ever had a climax so intense before! Feeling him frantically patting her thigh, reminded that he was bearing the full brunt of her weight, she unsteadily rose and unsheathed him from her rump.

“A…are - Cough - are you alright, Darling?” she wearily asked, turning to look down at him.

He stared up at the ceiling, panting and gasping for breath, as he gave her a shaky thumbs up. “N…never better…”

“Well that’s reassuring,” she sighed, offering him a hoof. “Come now, let's get you cleaned up.”

Pulling him to his feet, she shifted towards her employees bathroom. She felt certain that he’d enthusiastically offer his services to her in the future, but she was stricken with another idea. Given how remarkable his oral skills were, and that he apparently had a penchant for pastel pony posteriors, he might be of some use for another pony - one whose tireless work ethic and hard days of manual labor was in just as, if not more need of some relief…