The Marshmallow Lighter

“Spike, you can't tell me this isn't bad!”

This is paraphrasing a bit, but Rarity has been saying variations of this for the past hour. The rest of the girls have been in and out, Twilight having, oddly enough, the briefest of visits. Rarity isn't leaving my side, she claims. Ever since the accident two days ago, she truly hasn't left my side. In order for her to use the bathroom, I had to walk with her and force her to sit down since she never wanted me to leave her sight. It was a bit needy, but I am injured so I can't fault her. I can only hope she'll realize how silly this is.

“It's fine, the doctors said once my stitches heal, I'll be okay,” I responded, petting Rarity's mane as she rested her head atop my lap, caressing the sixteen stitch gash on my soft, non-scaled chest.

“That doesn't matter, you're going to live, I know that... but the fact remains that it came out of nowhere. Accidents like that... they've killed ponies, and they struck you exactly where most vulnerable,” Rarity said.

I licked my teeth to distract myself as the implications didn't need to linger. That came to a halt as Rarity lifted her head up, eyes daring to try and cry again as she spoke.

“You could have died,” she said, her voice threatening to break composure.

I did my best to not give in and smiled down at her, hugging her soft head.

“I didn't, and now I know to be more alert of scaffolding,” I said, trying to chuckle the fears away.

She yanked her head back, disrupting the silence as she took on a scowl, making her already messy face scary.

“SPIKE, do not treat this like a dumb little accident, this wasn't you slipping on the kitchen floor. This was a heavy paint can hitting you edge-first in the gut. If you were a pony, that would have struck your face and most likely killed you!” she said, her forelegs trembling as she started to cry once more. She fell over, wrapping her forehooves around my gut, not tight enough to hurt me. She partially lifted herself up on the bed and started shuddering and sobbing into my chest. “I don't, I just can't lose you. This is a perfect example of taking things for granted. I'm not the best girlfriend ever, I don't treat you as well as I should and I could have stopped it with my magic. This is my—”

She better not dare finish that sentence... and I don't let her. I grab her shoulders and yank her from the tight embrace, shocking her just enough to stop her talking. I practically lifted her atop of me and set her in the small gap between my legs as she looked at me with a confused, startled look. I glared right into those beaten blue eyes and saw as she gulped, sniffing back and attempting to prevent her lips from trembling.

“If you say it's you're fault, then it is, which is why I am never allowing you to say that again. Not as long as we're in the same room, the paint can incident will never be Rarity's fault. It will never be the working pony's fault, and it will never be my fault. Shit happens and I am certainly not pointing fingers, and there's no way in Tartarus am I going to let the love of my life blame herself for something as stupid as an accident, no matter how serious it is. I don't care if you tripped with a knife and impaled me through the heart, I will never blame you, because y'know what?” I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips as she took in my words. She tensed up for the briefest of moments and stopped shuddering, her tears gently rolling down her cheeks as my nostrils took in the faint, salty scent as well as what must be cheap bread on Rarity's breath. “These things happen. I don't care what kind of God will come down and label you responsible, because I will promptly kick his ass nine ways around the world and take a photo to commemorate the time somepony dared to lay the blame on miss Rarity.”

Her breath shortened to light gasps as she brought her forehooves up to try and cover the fact that once more, she started to cry. She hunched over, bumping my shoulder with her forehead as she had a big huff of air. When she attempted to sit upright once more, her eyes were flowing freely and her forehooves slowly moved away, her bottom lip trembling as she made sounds that were presumably supposed to be words. Finally, she smiled admist the tears.

“What kind of divine entity brought Spike the Dragon into lil' miss Rarity's life? And I won't say I don't deserve you, because you'll just go on another rant about why I do and then I'll cry some more. Maybe, for once, I'll just let you win an argument. Flawless victory, Spike. You've won against your girl in an argument; stallions everywhere would be proud.”

She set her hooves on my shoulder and propped herself up better, making both of us more comfortable. I couldn't help but giggle at her response. Quickly, she wiped the tears from her eyes and sniffled once more, scrunching up her nose as she did. It was cute.

I pulled her into a hug and squeezed her like—don't say it, Spike—a marshmallow—cor blimey, dragon boy. Her heart was beating rather fast and her cheeks felt warm. Admist this all, Rarity still managed to send off the subtle signals that she was embarrassed. Instead of pointing it out, I just leaned her back a bit so I could glance at her face, taking in the look of pure, emotional bliss before I planted my snout on those porcelain white lips.

This wasn't our usual kisses. There was no tongue, no suckling or groping her sweet rear or grinding against my lap. It was just our lips, smackin' each other over and over before Rarity started peppering my cheeks with kisses. Playfully, she very gently took my green ear in her lips and softly rubbed them on my flesh. Her tongue licked my ear and I felt an odd pleasure from it, if only from the alien feeling.

After a few seconds, Rarity pulled back and we stared each other in the eyes. A knowing look travelled between us and her brow bent in a worrying fashion. She bit her bottom lip and tilted her head just enough to allow her eyes to look at the door. I did too and probably thought the same thing. My suspicion was confirmed as a blue glow came from her horn as the twinkle of magic sparking to life, and the lock on the door... well, locked.

We both turned to face each other at the same time and wordlessly, Rarity moved her hooves to my chest and glanced at me to make sure she wasn't anywhere near my incision. Rather than testing it, she moved her hooves onto the bed mattress that was tilted in a leaning position and bent her forelegs. She rested her head just below my chin and let out hot breaths on my chest. For the past few minutes, I felt myself grow erect and it pressed against her rump, only now it was noticeable since Rarity was in a perfect position. Without more of a prompt, Rarity gently moved her rump up and down in slow, long motions that caused my shaft to spread her lower lips as her own excitement dripped out, coating my erection. She let out a little gasp as her magic activated once more and the curtains drew to a close.

Yeah, I forgot too that I had massive windows.

With that done, Rarity once more put all of her focus into her hind legs' bending. However, that wasn't all. She also moved her hips from side to side, sometimes doing both in a gyrating motion that felt heavenly. The little nubs on my top phallus could feel every movement as some of them were clenched softly by those furry white lower lips as the edges of her slit meant a small, extra pleasure. Rarity lifted her rump up just enough to tease my tip with the prospect of insertion before pulling off the last second and doing a rather fast grind against my phallus. I groaned and Rarity let out a little giggle as she felt my phallus' twitch after being denied pure pleasure.

I also noticed my arms were useless, so I bent both and rubbed Rarity's forehooves a bit before sliding them down her legs until I reached her shoulders. Rather than continue on since I was still a bit exhausted from the medicine, I skipped running down her body and practically slapped my hands against her Cutie Marks, soliciting a sharp yelp from Rarity's mouth and a sweet Celestia to heaven lovely little jiggle from her rump. She trembled at my touch and continued, her breathing becoming a little more rapid. None of us would get off on this, though. I knew that much.

Seems Rarity did too, and in wrestling fashion, she took my slap as a tap-out and slid down my body, brushing my entire phallus against her body until she slid her rear off the end of the bed. She set her hindlegs on the floor and surprisingly, stopped just when her mouth reached the tip of my erections. She stared at them intently yet without any lust. She had an o-face and looked up at me as if seemingly confused. She glanced down at my twitching erections, back at me, then closed her eyes and lowered her head, forcing the tips of my erections to spread her lips.

Once inside, I closed my own eyes, leaving everything up to imagination as I felt a warm tingle shoot up my spine as my bottom phallus' met Rarity's tongue that, upon contact with the fluids I was expelling, began to move around the base erection while pleasuring only the bottom of my top phallus. She slowly bobbed her head back and forth, keeping extra care to hide her teeth behind her lips as she continued to treat my cock in a way that I would only expect Fluttershy (not that I think about it, of course. Totally not). She let out a light moan, the slight buzzing of her throat shooting a pleasing sensation up my spine.

After a few more seconds of this, Rarity's loving, skillful tongue started to wrap itself around my top erection before moving over both shafts. In a figure-8, she went around each shaft. She was starting to drool from the lack of swallowing; that plus the precum I was expelling into her mouth started to really lube up both phallus' and add an additional sound to her sucking. It was warm and coated the outsides of my erections and Rarity picked up the pace... and I didn't want that.

I gently wrapped my fingers around Rarity's horn and tugged on it. Her eyes opened and she pulled back, keeping her mouth open, tongue lolling and numerous strands of saliva and precum connecting my erections to her mouth. With a quick motion, her tongue swished and broke the strands, licking up the strings and Rarity smiled as she licked her lips clean of any fluids. Her face was now beet red, as was mine and I gulped in response. I tugged on her horn, pulling her towards me and she seemed confused as she climbed atop of the bed once more. She stood over me and bent her hindlegs as if to insert me into her welcoming lips. I shook my head and she stopped once more. I put both hands on each side of her and made her do a 180 on the bed until she was once again ready to resume the fellatio... and I was ready to please her. She let out a little gasp upon realization and I didn't wait.

With eager optimism, I set my hands on her flank, leaned forward, and pressed my snout against her lips; spreading her sweet, lovely white lips as I took in her sent, and her sweet inner walls took in my tongue. I wasted no time in pressing my tongue against her G-spot, using my skilled tongue to assault the sensitive spot with the tip while the rest of the tongue bent and pressed itself against her inner walls. Rarity's legs immediately began to tremble and she stopped waiting, bending her forelegs and taking both erections into her mouth and furiously began to suck as if this were a challenge. The dirty sound of sucking and suckling sounded the room and the sweet scent of lovemaking was rampant. Anypony that walked in would instantly know what was going on, unless they were a child. And we didn't care. Celestia, Twilight, Rarity's fricken' parents could walk in and tell what's up and at that moment, we didn't care. This was us and our time.

My whole pelvis felt heated and were starting to convulse inside. I was ready to orgasm in a minute or two and Rarity was already on the brink. She was never that hard to please, or I'm just lucky enough to have the most skilled tongue. Either way, we were both panting as we furiously lapped at the others' fluids. I pulled my tongue back and wrapped my lips on her clitoris, suckling on the nub. She let out a hearty moan onto my erections, sending shivers down my spine. Along with this, I allowed my tongue to slip between my lips and once again, assault her G-spot and inner walls while brushing over her clitoris. This was my secret weapon, so to speak and Rarity had no counter. Her entire body was trembling and only staying up because I'm preventing her hind legs from bending.

But Rarity wouldn't have that. She pulled back, removing both erections from her mouth and let out several pants as the fluids drooled from her mouth, all over my pelvis. She gulped once and took several breaths before taking both erections in... all the way to the base. Once there, her tongue quickly squeezed the base of my erections against her wall, which felt way better than it should. Waaay better, since I immediately stopped my vaginal assault and let out a rather loud, high-pitched moan as my body started to tremble violently.

Rarity pulled back and went down, doing this once more. It was brutal yet I wanted her to feel the same. My chest pounded and I loved it ever so much. I once more continued my previous tactic, her fluids oozing over my chin and down my chest as I greedily lapped up the liquids. Rarity's inner walls were beginning to squeeze my tongue and my pelvis began to convulse before I felt that familiar warmth start at the base of both erections. With several final licks, Rarity moaned onto my cocks and came, her legs no longer keeping her up as she pressed her rump right against my face, and I welcomed it. Her cum drizzled down my chest and rolled down the sides of my belly onto the bed. On the other side, a pleasant fire shot up the both of my shafts and shot directly into Rarity's mouth. It hit the back of her throat yet she kept the gag reflex down as the load dumped into her mouth, threatening to drip from her lips.

We both came from the highs of our orgasms and I had to desperately push Rarity's rump away from my face just to breathe normal air, and she took my pushes as an opportunity to roll to the side, resting against the rails of the bed as she swallowed each drop of cum I dispersed. I, on the other hand, failed miserably at swallowing her cum as it got everywhere. As a matter of fact, it was rather red...

Wait...

“AIEE!” Rarity shrieked.

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“So, instead of leaving tomorrow, you did pushups, opened your wound and stretched it to a week. Mr. Spike, this isn't common but I'm diagnosing you with 'amazing job'. You really followed orders and let yourself heal,” Doctor said. “Maybe next time, you'll listen to orders.”

He frowned over his stupid square glasses and shook his head, grumbling about something as he turned and left. I kept a square frown as my eyes followed him out of the room. As the door closed, I let out a deep, heavy sigh and looked over to the right. My bed had been replaced immediately as the blood-soaked sheets were kind of bloody. The metallic scent of blood and my own sweat had masked the scent of lovemaking and Rarity had quickly washed her face and brushed her hair in the meantime. Now we were alone once more and Rarity had her head laid out on my lap, fighting the urge to cry once more. Very quietly, her voice entered my ears.

“Spike, it's all my fault...” she mumbled.

...

She tilted her head up as I tugged on her horn and she stared at me with watery eyes, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. I smiled at her and spoke.

“Yeah, it totally is.”