Rarity's Marshmallow Menagerie and another story.

by CrimsonEquine

Rating: mature
Tags: Spike, Rarity, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Treehugger, Porn
Length: 1477

Rarity finds Spike the Dragon trick or treating on her place. She can only want more from him. Tree Hugger is being watched.

Rarity finds Spike the Dragon trick or treating at her place. She can only want more from him.

Tree Hugger is being watched.

Published 2023-10-31 23:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-10-31 23:30:00 UTC

Hungry

“Trick or Treat” said Spike as he saw the door screach open. Behind the door was none other than Rarity. She wore a four set pair of fishstockings. Her hair was tied up in a nice bouquet of flowers. Her face was painted on with the image of a black skull due to the fact that white paint didn’t work on her fur. She tried her best to no avail would it work on her. All she could do was improvise, but this night wasn’t really about her anyways. What she wanted was something much more delicious and costumed as a alien creature from outer space. It was odd that a teenage dragon was wearing such a childish suit. Still, what she was about to do was going to remedy all of those problems for her.

“Oh Spikey Wikey, I don’t have any candy on me, but I do have something much more satisfying for you tonight”.

Spike, now a half-grown dragon stood in anticipation to what Rarity could have wanted.

“Why don’t you come in and find out my dear Spikey Wikey, so we can see how much you’ve grown after all this time” she said with a sway of her tail. “I won’t hold back for you my favorite dragon”.

Spike scratched his chin and saw Rarity’s plot surface from her turning around. It was bare and ready to be pounced on. He did not know what to do with this situation. All he could think of was the huge growth that grew from his crotch. Rarity lifted him up with magic and threw him on the bed. There he could feel Rarity’s mouth press against his costume. The hot air of her breath caused his organ to grow immensely. Then, Rarity lifted down his alien pants to show a long dragon cock hard and ready.

She went down on his member as his iris went backwards at the sensation of his favorite pony swallowing down on his cock. Her saliva lubricated and gave a sensation of tightness over his crotch. Then, she began to lick it down like a lollipop. Spike moaned at the feeling of her long sticky tongue going down him. A bit of precum came out of his penile hole. The pleasure was downright incredible, a powerful need to have sex was beyond control. Then he let lose and fired a torrent of seed into her cute throat. It coated everywhere and burned her tongue a bit.

“Such a loving gift my sweet Spike, I think we can take this relationship forward” she said covered in after cum.

“I love you Rarity” he said. “You are the only pony for me”.

“I love you too Spike,” and so the two kissed under the moonlight, covering themselves in delicious semen.

–

It was a lovely day in Ponyville. A group of ponies had been artistically copying the forme of Tree Hugger as she performed a turn around on the concrete pedestal. Everypony scribbled on their canvases, painting and doing their best to capture her image as best as possible. Stroking the flat paper with hard brush strokes that streaked it with a mixture of paint. Tree Hugger was enjoying herself, not just because of the attention that she was garnering, but showcasing her body like this really gave her a confidence boost. The fact that everypony in the room was working well into their paintings to her image was very inspiring to Tree Hugger. It made her feel like she wasn’t some waste of space who only smoked weed. She knew her parents were wrong all along, she just needed some validation to see the truth. And now that everypony was worshiping her like the goddess she was, there was no way that she would lose next time when she would meet with her asshole parents. Though the fact that she was naked all the time didn’t deter her from this moment. There was a time to pretend, and then there was a time to relish in glorious praise.

Seeing that, Tree Hugger posed as motionless as she could so that everypony would be able to see her goddess level form. So still like a tree that she would challenge even Princess Celestia in regality. Her mane wafted as the cool draft flowed through her. It shook a bit before it flowed down her neck, her body still a statue. She wanted to sing the hymns of her amazing hood, maybe even get them to sing with her or chant the legend of her body. The possibilities were endless, for Tree Hugger would be no more, she would be… Princess HUGGER. The art teacher walked around, watching her students paint to their hearts content. Some were painting lightly, adjusting their style as they went. Others smacked the canvas with deep strokes that filled it with hard colors. All in all, they were giving different viewpoints of Tree Hugger, but never could they capture the perfection that she was. She believed that someone who took the wacky tobaccy was nigh perfection, close to nature, and thoroughly down to earth.

Then, something that was confusing to hear, a sound that was fast and repeating. Some pony in the corner, behind one of the canvases that were littered around Tree Hugger. Who would dare disturb her deserved worship. No pony would expect it, for it was Jelly Pony behind that canvas, smirking with that face from the side. His head slowly pulling back behind where the sound was coming from. Everypony stopped what they were doing, and looked to where the sound was originating. Even the glorious Tree Hugger, whose weed was most dank and her breath did not stank. She shirked from her position and placed her hooves on her hips, menacingly at the artiste that was disrupting the class. Thus, Tree Hugger stepped down from her pedestal and went towards the pony, whose fast repetitive sound got louder as she went near. Then, she approached behind where Jelly Pony was hiding…

“What’re you doing!?” she said before moving the stand to the side.

From her sight, it was Jelly Pony with oodles of Jam in little paint containers, sitting near his canvas. And he was stroking his horse cock with pounds of his jelly. Massaging the erect penis with a furious strokin. Tree Hugger saw the immensely gigantic cock and the face he was making and she froze. His pursed lips, the awkwardly insane collected face he was giving gave immense shock to Tree Hugger’s brain. And she could not veer from him stroking his massive dick, jelly suction jerking down his shaft and balls. Then, he did not moan, nor did he orgasm, but smack his lips without moving a single facial muscle.

“Halallalalalaallaala” he whispered so low that only Tree Hugger could hear from that close.

It was not only her, but everypony was lost at the mesmerizing cock massage that Jelly Pony was enjoying. Tree Hugger’s image was beyond comprehension, only a connoisseur of pronounced insanity could ever pleasure himself to such a complex and weed stricken image. He could not contain himself any longer, his penis pumped out loads of seed out onto Tree Hugger’s mane, further causing her to stay frozen at the incomprehensible madness that was assaulting her, desecrating her image. There was no turning back, only the semen that dripped down her hairy locks only gave a semblance of reality that was lasting and terrible.

The police had come swiftly and without remorse. Jelly Pony was taking in, crawling from the force of the Police ponies who wanted to separate himself from his masterpiece. It was the most beautiful piece of art he had ever created. He would call it, “Creme de Pone” and would have been the talk of the art world. They called him a psychopath, they uttered his name as one who is a “loony”, but they never understood the fine art that was his way. For whether jelly is sweet and salty, it is all the same flavorful when covered onto something worthy. The sight of his prize, her covering her eyes in shame, when there was no need to be ashamed of anything. He left his art on her pedestal, and he knew that it was good. The stench of the backseat was lacking of fruit smells, but he knew just how to add a good scent like before. Whether salty or sweet, he would make his mark just the same. He would make haste before anypony would get wind, he knew there would be a separation from himself and his art for a long time. But, one day, he would return to what he loved most. For he had marked it with his own and would be destined to find it anywhere it would be.