The Marshmallow Lighter

Little Spikey-wikey is such a precious gem to me; both possessive and figurative. He treats me well, makes me happy and does his best to satisfy my needs. It has merely been three weeks since Hearts Warming Eve where we had that satisfying night shared with Twilight and Spike has yet to satisfy himself when we get intimate. He's always using his hands, or his tongue, or merely penetrating me in ways that would pleasure me while leaving him uncomfortable. I asked the darling about it once and he denied everything, always changing the subject.

One day, I grew tired of waiting for him. I love him with all my heart but something has him in a rut and it's not me (in a literal tone). Passing the message along to Twilight, she helped arrange Spike to come over for some “dressmaking” when in reality, we had just finished a large order. Within seconds of noon, which is when Twilight stated she'd tell him (lunch time on our agreement), Spike came barrelling through the door as a mess; wearing a pancake-mix coated apron, carrying a metal bowl with a wooden spoon still in it, a measuring glass of water in his other hand and a cute little chef's hat much too large for his body atop his head. I giggled as he stormed in here, my giggles turning to panic as he sloshed around the pancake mix in the bowl.

“Spike, what is this?” I asked, holding a hoof off the ground as a bit of mix landed next to it.

He took a moment to calm down from his heavy panting to look around the room in question before he glanced down at himself. His cheeks turned red as he realized he wore a frilly-pink apron with a bright pink heart on his chest as well as that he happened to come here in full kitchen-gear. His eyes widened and he stared at me with a crestfallen expression as he turned away from embarrassment. Once more I giggled, my horn lighting up as I removed everything from his body, setting it on a nearby table. Simultaneously, I pulled plastic wrap from the kitchen and covered his mix to preserve it.

“S-so anyways, um, dresses,” he said, coughing and spinning around to face me, standing straight up.

Shaking my head, my magic now engulfed his left hand and pulled him behind me as I turned and headed upstairs to my bedroom once more. Spike questioned my motives for a second before realizing where we were headed.

“Oh, uh, R-Rarity, you interrupted pancakes for this?” he asked, stuttering nervously.

I shook my head once more, sending him into total confusion. “I didn't invite you here for intercourse, at least not right away if you do something for me.” Dumbly, he followed me into the bedroom and once more we sat down on the edge of my bed. This became the usual routine for my room, or for anything; come to my room, sit on my bed. Spike didn't wait for me to speak and crossed his arms, squinting his eyes as he looked at me.

“If this is about Hearts Warming, forget it. I already told you how I feel about the situation,” he responded, looking away as he finished, crinkling his snout.

Pouting my lip, I folded my arms in response and mimicked Spike's posture. His eyes slowly slid to the side to meet my own and his brow twitched. He set his hands on his hips in response and I did the same. Mimicking him seemed to lighten him up as he snickered along with me.

“Come on, Spikey. We've been intimate numerous times since then and you only focused on me, not yourself,” I said.

His body seemed to sulk and he looked up at me with pleading eyes. “I can't help it, I just couldn't control myself and it's because I'm a Dragon. I mentally and physically couldn't control myself and I just up and used the wrong hole, started moving like a piston without care for your shrieks or cries. I violated you, and it wasn't right,” he said, not crying yet he still looked as though he may.

I sighed in response and set a hoof around his neck, resting it on his shoulders as I gently pulled him closer. He didn't fight back but he never seemed to lighten up or tense up in response.

“Spike, accidents happen, and although this isn't a common one—” I paused, glancing up. “Or maybe it is, but you can't blame yourself. Sex is a team effort; you can't exactly fuck yourself, can you?”

He didn't move his body except for his arm, his finger pointing near the top of my closet. I cleared my throat, glancing away from Spike as I did.

“W-well that's something entirely different and something I haven't used,” I stammered.

“Then why do you have them?” he asked, turning his head to see my own, his lip in a small frown.

“T-to practice oral for you...?” I asked, shrugging my shoulders.

A brief silence followed and we both snorted at what I said. He sighed once before sliding out of my grip, laying on my bed.

“Okay, fine, it wasn't my fault and you don't blame me, but I still feel as if...” he stopped, gulping as his face flushed. He rolled over until he was face down and he gripped his scalp with his claws.

“What was that, dearie?” I asked, leaning back and laying on my side, staring at his head.

“Nbleepith,” he mumbled.

“What!?” I asked again, rolling towards him as I practically put my whole body onto his back.

He lifted his head and his eyes still haven't met my own. His face was turning a delightful shade of red and I swore my heart could have exploded. His mouth opened but his lower lip twitched as he trembled, presumably thinking about his next words.

“Remember what you said in Twilight's library?” he asked quietly.

Thinking back, I brought up the whole conversation. “Well, was it about Twilight?” He shook his head. “Was it about the collar?” Head shake. “Was it about sodomizing me?” He moved to shake his head, stopping before his eyes rolled to the side to face me. It dawned on me and I started to feel the same embarrassment he did. Pushing myself up slightly, I looked down at him as he rolled onto his back, his body inches from my own. “W... was it my threat about sodomizing you?”

A nod.

“Spike, that was nothing; temporary anger due to the pain I had felt at the time. You needn't worry about such a proclamation,” I said quietly into his ear, rubbing his shoulders as my voice took on a more relaxing tone.

“That's not my issue. I know it was temporary, but I...” He looked away, cupping his snout with a hand as he refused to look at me. “I want you to get payback.”

I did a double-take, not sure what I was hearing was actually being heard. “Beg your pardon?”

“I want you to hold me down, and sodomize me,” he said, clenching his eyelids shut.

“No, Spike. I can't do that, that's absolutely out of the question. I will not subject you to such pain even if it has opened up something new for me, literally and figuratively.”

“No, you don't understand.” He turned to me again, grabbing my shoulders with both his claws and he stared up at me, crimson cheeks and a quivering lip. “I don't want you to do it because I'm guilty. I don't want you to do it because I need closure. I want you to do it because I want to feel it.” He leaned in closer to me, pressing his snout against my own as we both had matching red faces. “I want to feel what you did, and I want to be demeaned; treated like a fuck hole. Even if it's only once, I'm curious. I've heard from other Stallions that it's more pleasurable for guys because of the prostate, a-and I want to... y'know.”

Once again he averted his eyes, cupping his mouth with his hand as he rubbed his elbow with his other hand. He had a big look of contemplation on as he awaited my response. To think, he must have been thinking this for weeks and to ask such a thing to me must have taken a lot of courage; both as a male, and as my lover. I pondered it myself, wondering if it was worth the pain for Spike... but he knows about it, or else he wouldn't have asked. Leaning forward, I wrapped my hooves around his body and kissed his forehead, rubbing his back soothingly.

“Mommy's gonna make you feel good,” I said, replacing my normal tone with a sultry tune;  one of the few things that can set my dearest little Spike wild.

His whole body shivered as my breath crossed over his nose and closed his eyes, not tightly, to relax in the moment. His eyes slowly opened, nervously glancing at me as I slid off him, making an extra effort to slide my body over his pelvis. Shuddering again, his body seemed to tense up as the anticipation grew. Standing on the floor, I walked towards the closet, taking my time to build up the tension. Glancing back at Spike revealed he was already semi-erect as he tried to hide the growing muscle. Giggling, I opened the closet and magically lifted a brown box off the top shelf and held it in front of me as I opened the flaps; inside were an assortment of toys and objects for use during sex, three of which were dildos. One was a typical Stallions, practically brand new and untouched; one was molded after Spike, and the last one was a strap-on, also molded after Spike. The latter one was conceived with Twilight in mind and with a swift motion, I discarded the box into the closet, levitating a strap-on in front of me as well as a small bottle.

I turned to Spike as he peeked through his claws, hands covering his face. Upon our eyes meeting, he let out a small gasp and clasped his hands over his face once more, letting his head fall back against the bed as his phallus' stood up in the air, twitching. Walking towards the bed, I felt myself grow nervous, but I had to do what Spike always does for me; look past it and take initiative. Be the dominant one for both of our sakes, and today I shall.

Hands moving, eyes opening, Spike glanced down at me, this time not bothering to hide anything. He was dreadfully embarrassed and the best I could do was reassure him with a warm smile. The strap-on and bottle were set on the bed next to Spike and I crawled over top of him, almost resting my body on his. I felt his nubs from his erection pressing against my belly and he let out a small moan from the contact. Without a warning, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his and he willingly opened his mouth, our tongues immediately meeting each other. The taste of his mouth; the saliva, his hot breath, all of it was so unique and unable to be found elsewhere. Sure, I had kissed only three Stallions with “romantic” intent in my life, but it was all the same; guy breath. Maybe nachos, popcorn or some sort of food were on his breath or mint for those who freshen their breath. Spike never uses mints and even if he did, it wouldn't make any difference; his breath is always the same and always like nicotine.

After a few minutes of intense tongue probing, my delicate tongue was starting to get sore from the motions and I pulled back, taking in a much needed breath. Numerous strands of saliva connected our mouths, all dripping into his or on his cheek as I started to feel that familiar feeling of being lightheaded. The pleasure from a simple kiss, even months after we got together, still sent me on edge; using his tongue completely ruined me.

Smiling down at Spike, I gently grinned my pelvis along the bottoms of his phallus', licking my lips as I did it. Spike gulped as his arms moved up, claws wrapping around my forelegs as his body tensed up. He along with myself were both wet with excitement, himself more than me. Phallus' were both coated from my constant stimulation while my own wetness added little to the mix. Spike's hands travelled down my barrel before resting on my Cutie Marks, causing me to close my eyes. Light, tender touches caused me to forget Spike's question for a few seconds. Quickly, I gulped and my eyes opened and I glanced down, seeing Spike attempting to take charge. Intentional or not, I couldn't have that after his request.

Using my hooves, I swatted his hands away from my Cutie Marks and his eyes opened in confusion. Spike made such a request and he wants me to follow through with it... and I can't fail him. Grinning, I pinned his arms to the bed and his breathing had a noticeable shift in pace; in the middle of a breath, he had to gulp and he started panting, wide eyes staring up at my own showing traces of fear and curiosity.

Quickly, I pulled my hind legs up on the bed, standing over Spike's body. With a swift motion, I switched the legs pinning him down from my forelegs to my hind legs. After a gulp, he closed his eyes and sniffed my wet lips. It was still embarrassing for me, yet it was the good kind; the kind that only excites me more. The thought of little Spikey-wikey taking in my scent and taste made me feel dirty in a loveable way. Rather than prompt him or wait for him to get curious, after a single sniff I bent my knees, pressing my lower lips firmly against his own. His eyes shot open in response and a muffled shout was felt more than heard on my end. I let out a stifled moan, biting my lip and closing my eyes half way as I gently moved my hips. Pulling back from Spike's mouth to allow little pressure against his lips to pressing it tightly against his snout, causing my lips to part. His eyelids twitched before closing half-way, matching my expression.

“Spike, put your tongue inside,” I commanded with a bit of a happy slur.

A second later, I felt something small and wet wiggle its way between my lips and licked around in circular motions. My spine felt a tingle as my entire pelvis felt the insertion of his tongue, my hips rocking in accordance to the new pleasure. With rough, quick motions his tongue pressed into my inner walls, brushing over my G-spot. Legs weak, I leaned forward, my spine failing to support me as it shuddered with pleasure. I set my forehooves on the bed and allowed Spike to work.

His snout brushed against my clitoris; that along with his tongue pressing against my G-spot made me gently push my pelvis down against his head in rhythmic motions. My own moans were in sync with the gentle thrusts and jolts of pure bliss that ran up my spine, providing catharsis as well as a satisfaction in my current position (literally).

Feeling my climax coming, I lifted myself off Spike's face and resisted the urge to whine considering it was me who prolonged my climax. Best to make Spike work for it when the time comes.

Crawling off Spike's body, I felt my orgasm slowly fade away, eyes glued onto Spike as my magic encased him. The blue aura successfully wrapped around him, holding him in position as I stepped back. Horn lighting up, I lifted the strap-on and bottle off the bed, myself straining as it is. Extra magic lessons or not, this was still difficult... but I couldn't falter. I levitated the strap-on towards myself, placing the base on my pelvis; it had two ends, one obviously meant for the receiver while the other was small enough to stay inside a mare yet not pleasure them as much as the other. With a practised motion, I pushed the stubby end inside, moaning lightly as the belts had fastened, firmly holding the love toy against my body. With a quick adjustment of the toy, I glanced under my barrel to examine it for a moment before slowly tilting my head up to see Spike, wide eyes and with a hastened breath.

“Come now, Spikey-wikey, momma's not going to hurt you,” I cooed, slowly taking steps towards Spike while putting extra effort to wiggle my hips.

He muffled, mouth held shut by my magic as I turned him over roughly, placing the front of his body against the bed. Quickly, I mounted Spike and prepared to penetrate him. Spike tensed up horribly when I poked his tail with it and I quickly lost my seductive dominatrix attitude to rub Spike's scalp, repeatedly telling him he'll be alright. The bottle's lid came off and I quickly squirted a bit onto the tip of the draconic phallic mold, coating the entire shaft with the lubricant. Slowly, I moved forward and prodded Spike's anus with the tip of the erection and Spike's claws extended, digging into my bedsheets as he shuddered. Once more, I gently rubbed his scalp.

“Loosen up, darling. It'll sting for a moment, but it really will hurt if you don't lose the tension,” I whispered quietly.

Several stuttered breaths, Spike's clenched eyes opened a bit and he let out a deep breath, whole body going loose. His face was beet red and his one visible eye glanced over at me, glued to my face. I only smiled warmly at him while still maintaining the grin of superiority.

“Rarity loves you, but you've been a bit naughty lately.” I prodded the opening, causing him to wince. “Rarity was about to cum just now, but she didn't. She could have cum much earlier, what with that tongue of yours.” I prodded further, feeling his anus open a bit before I pulled back.

“Gah, this feels weird,” Spike moaned, his body lightly tensing up with each tease.

I gave a light thrust, pushing half an inch of the narrow tip into Spike. He let out a cute yelp and his eyes widened, tongue lolling out as he started to shift under me.

“Oh, oh jeez, this is... what is,” he babbled helplessly.

“I am not a shallow pony but given what you asked for—” I braced my hindlegs and thrust most of the strap-on into Spike without warning, little resistance as the lube made it easy access. “Payback is a bitch, dear.”

Spike didn't even let out a yelp. His mouth opened up as he was apparently in the middle of a breath and he let out a helpless squeak as his entire body tensed up the instance I lunged 6 inches of the 7 inch toy deep into his rear. After a second, he started panting heavily, clenching his eyes as well as his fists and shook for a bit. Any other pony would have been scared they hurt him, but I knew this; Spike was immensely turned on at this moment thanks to the new, alien pleasure.

“Ah, ah, ah, aaaah, oh my sweet Celestia, ah, oh god, oh, R-Rarity, this feel sooooo w-weird,” Spike spat out between heavy breaths.

I shushed him, wrapping my forelegs around his body and caressed his chest. Spike continued to shake as he rode off the initial penetration's shock as well as uncomfortable pressure. I pulled back a bit, causing Spike to shudder once more and I stopped moving, his rear entrance clenching tightly around the toy. Pressing my head against his, I gently spoke into his ear.

“Spike, are you okay?” I asked with the care only a lover or mother could provide.

Thirty seconds passed before his body loosened up a bit, Spike's breathing regulating. He was no longer shredding my sheets with his claws yet I payed no attention. His eyes fluttered as he attempted to compose himself, half-lidded eyes and a cute pant with a bit of drool the result of the initial penetration.

“Th-that wasn't so b-bad,” he spat out, attempting to smile.

My heart almost melted from the response, simply because he was trying to be strong for me. I kissed his cheek and pulled back a bit. Spike responded by closing his eyes and letting out a quiet, drawn out moan. Remembering what he does to me, I pulled it out to the tip and slid it in fast, but not hard. I went all the way to the hilt this time and Spike let out a yelp; a mixture of pain and pleasure filled Spike's mind as the uncomfortable feeling started to feel good yet stretch his inner walls out. Quickly, I started gently pulling and thrusting my hips back and forth to generate a good rhythm for my pegging.

“This feels weird,” he said, his twitching erections saying otherwise.

I leaned back and wrapped my forelegs around his own, taking care not to touch the phallus'. Getting a good grip on Spike, I slowed my thrusts and started to push and pull him back and forth. He cupped his mouth and laid there, half breaths as I started to pick up the pace once more, this time in sync with his body.

Having not a real erection, I had to pray that I was doing this properly as I got little stimulation. Unknowingly, the tip of the plastic mould was constantly brushing against his prostate. The stimulation was the cause of his troubled breathing and I relished in the fact when I discovered my motions were working. Leaning forward, I pressed my body against his back, sliding my forehooves up his body until I wrapped around his neck.

“I can see why you boys like this. The whole being on top, and doing it from behind,” I said, giggling.

Spike wordlessly responded with a simple nod, removing his hand from his mouth as he once again gripped the bedsheets. Rather than do long thrusts, I stopped and slowly started to grind the tip of the love toy against his prostate. Spike breaths stopped and were without rhythm as I pressed into the male G-spot.

Slowly, Spike's hands slid down, obviously in an attempt to touch himself in the midst of this all. I could have that so I hugged him as tightly as possible and rolled onto my back, keeping him atop me in a reverse cowbow position. His tail was laid out along my torso and quickly, I slid my forehooves off his torso and down his arms, wrapping my hooves around his wrists. Yanking him back, I leaned my head forward, gently licking his scaled neck.

Breathing continued to be a pleasant issue for Spike as I switched from my grinding to hard, fast thrusts. Each time I pulled back, Spike's body attempted to lift itself off my own to stop the penetration, the same thing mine did during my first, yet I halted it with a hard thrust. The resulting thrusts caused Spike's knees to tremble, causing him to fall back against my body, repeating the whole process. Each thrust, his erections twitched and continued to excrete precum.

Spike's breathing was getting to the point where I knew an orgasm was coming; this was much faster than usual yet I didn't complain. Summoning forth my magic, I encased both his phallus' in a blue aura and synched my thrusts with the blue aura, causing Spike to start openly moaning.

He began to shout my name lovingly and I released my grip on his arms, choosing to hold onto his torso. I rolled us both onto our sides for complete comfort and Spike's legs immediately curled up as he tried to cover his phallus', to no success.

“R-Rarity, I'm gonna c-cum,” he said, gulping on each word.

His whole body squirmed and wiggled as he was helpless to stop the incoming climax. Legs and arms too wobbly to drag him away from each thrust deep inside his anus. I placed the hindleg I wasn't laying on over his body and onto his leg as I started the last few thrusts I needed. Hard, fast, and grinding against the bottom of his canal; each thrust pressed against his prostate and after one final thrust, his orgasm came. Inside my magic, his sperm shot out, caught in the blue aura and I started caressing his torso with one hoof while the other caressed his cheek.

“Let it all out, it'll be over in a few seconds,” I whispered.

He let out a squeak rather than a final moan as he blew his load into my magic. Stopping the flow, the blue aura ceased to encase his phallus' and the sperm dripped onto my bedsheets. No complaints here as Spike finished his orgasm, emptying his internal testicles onto the bed. After a few more seconds, I pulled the toy out of Spike and quickly removed it from my pelvis, discarding it next to the bed. Spike continued curling up as his breathing returned to normal. Once more, I resumed my caressing, calming the boy down until he willingly rolled onto his back, his phallus' retreating into his scales once more.

“Rarity, that... I dunno if I want to do that again,” he whispered quietly, refusing to make eye contact.

I hugged him tightly as whatever pleasure I felt from my dominance was gone, replaced with love and care. I peppered his cheek with kisses before planting one on his lips, not wasting time as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Anything to distract him from his discomfort and it seemed to be working. His arms wrapped around my back and held me in place as our tongues danced without rhythm. His lovely taste stayed in my mouth and eventually, the kiss broke.

“I'm sorry, dear,” I finally responded.

His claw brushed against my cheek, flicking a hair out of the way. He smiled at me with teary eyes, which he quickly dried up with his hand.

“Like, I felt an orgasm, but it was like it was forced rather than natural,” he said, keeping his eyes locked on my own as his cheeks reddened.

I planted a kiss on his cheek and held onto him as he started crying. Pressing his face into my neck, I felt tears soak my fur and I shushed him gently as he held back the urge to weep. Our embrace was warm, warmer than it ever has been as Spike was at his most vulnerable at the moment. In the midst of it all, he started apologizing.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”

“Shh, it's alright. There's nothing to be sorry about,” I responded.

“Yes there is. I hurt you so badly on Hearts Warming Eve. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just can't control myself. I'm a wild animal.”

Quickly, I pushed myself back and slapped Spike against his cheek. His whole body jittered against the bed in response and his eyes had to focus themselves on me. Bringing a claw up, he quickly rubbed the spot I slapped and looked at me with confusion glistening in his eyes.

“Spike, that is ENOUGH! I've had it with pish-posh ponies calling you a wild animal, or a monster, or a beast and the last thing I need as well as you, is YOU calling yourself a wild animal! You aren't anymore of a wild animal than I am! By far, when I am in heat, I act like a sex-crazed maniac and you respond appropriately. You have no right to feel sorry for what comes natural anymore than I do. I love you, and sure it hurt, but I got over it. Pain is not permanent and I was fine within the hour.”

His face seemed blank before water trickled out of his tear ducts once more, his mouth trembling as he leaned in closer, planting a kiss on my lips. It was wet, but I didn't mind. I'm just glad that he didn't react negatively towards my slap. I'll admit, it's not the best thing to do, but I had to snap him out of his depression somehow. When he broke the kiss, he gave me a warm smile and wiped the tears from his eyes. I smiled in response and I brushed his cheek, feeling it swell up already.

“My, I hit you rather hard, didn't I?” I asked, apologetic.

“Nah, I've had worse. When I was 2, a Royal Guard smashed the blunt end of a spear against my face because he thought I was going after his child when I crawled over to her at a daycare. I wasn't even out of diapers then,” he said with such a nonchalant expression.

However, I was mortified.

“WHAT!?” I shrieked, eyes going wide at the prospect of my Spikey-wikey, as a baby no less, getting struck by the guards. Immediately, I stood up and hopped off the bed, dragging Spike along with me using magic.

“W-whoa, where are we going!?” he asked.

“To talk to Twilight and Shining Armour. There is no way I will let the fuzz get away with brutalizing a baby, dragon or not,” I said with a stern expression.

“No no no, I can't walk,” he exclaimed, stumbling onto the floor as my magical grip, which happened to be on his wrist, was dragging him.

Stopping at my bedroom door, I glanced back to him to see him groaning as he rubbed his hindquarters. A quick glance back at the door, I sighed and released my grip. He glanced up at me as I opened the door and I looked back, smiling at him.

“I'll be back with some ice, dear. Love you~”