The Marshmallow Lighter

Galloping full speed, I careened towards the Golden Oaks Library in pursuit of my dragon. Busting in through the front doors of the library, Twilight didn't glance over as she calmly closed the door with her magic.

“SP—”

“He left two hours ago. Don't know where, busy reading. Go get him,” she said all non-chalant.

Groaning, I spun around and immediately slammed into the door. Stepping back dazed, I heard Twilight giggle. Glancing over there as I groaned, she spun around and wasn't really reading the book at all; she was holding a mirror and had watched me slam into the door. Feeling my face flush, she quickly apologized.

“I'm sorry, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash have been teaching me these pranks and—”

“NO TIME, SPIKE!” I shouted, stepping over and leaning against the door.

It opened with my weight and I quickly twirled around and broke into a mad gallop away from the library. I headed towards Sweet Apple Acres on the offchance that Rainbow Dash or Applejack had spotted him. I almost went back to the Carousal Boutique, but I had just left after Sweetie Belle and I made up.

Swerving left and right, I stopped caring about the dust I was kicking up into my mane and tail long ago. Several stopped to look but carried on, most likely assuming trivial Rarity was freaking about about shampoo or such... although I couldn't blame anypony if that was the case. I was always the Drama Queen. Lil' miss Rarity, the mare whom the world would need to please if only to stop her whining about some boytoy she dumped.

In this case, with Spike, it wouldn't be trivial. It would be complete, one-hundred percent heartbreak if my foolishness crumbled this entire relationship that I've spent almost the last year attempting to keep from dropping in the gutter. Like trying to keep a candle burning after the wax has all melted and the wick burnt off, I figured this impossible but something made me desperately want to see Spike, if only to let him deliver a new scar upon my face over and over until he forgave me.

Approaching the acres, I cleared my thoughts in an attempt to figure out my words; not to Applejack or Rainbow Dash, but to Spike. If he were here, I'd need my thoughts sorted out, my heart ready to pour out in a wave. Clearing the apple arches, I sprinted forward and spotted Apple Bloom immediately, pausing my brain to skid to a stop beside the little playing filly. She glanced up at me as I slid to a halt next to her.

“Hi Rar—”

“APPLEJAAAAACK!?” I spat out, feeling my exhaustion let itself out on the third syllable.

“—ity.” She nervously glanced to the side before facing me again. “Uh, west field? Her an' Rainbow Dash have been cuttin' grass fer an hour,” she said.

Breaking out into a mad dash, I left Apple Bloom playing with her buckets and plastic shovels. Once more, I worked my legs to the bone galloping across the expansive Sweet Apple Acres. Up, down and over the many hills; past the corn fields; past a park bench; past a small pond. My mind started to think a little more rationally and calm down. I began to focus more on running, sure as could be that my heart would sort itself out when I saw Spike.

It took me forever but eventually, I saw Rainbow Dash zipping up and down over a kilometer of field grass with a push mower while Applejack sat on a bench, sipping back cider.

“Why, I didn't know Tom Sawyer dropped by,” I responded, chuckling as the run cleared my mind better than I thought possible.

“This ain't no Tom Foolery or trickster 'jack at work. Jus' a bet Ah made with Rainbow. Ya would be s'prised at what ya could weasel outta that girl with a bet. She insisted Ah sit this one out and let me cut th' grass next time an' then we compare times,” Applejack said, guzzling the last of her bottle before chucking it beside her atop a pile of bottles.

“Well, I'll take your word for it. I have more pressing matters; have you happened to see Spike today? You see, I've fumbled up quite a bit recently and I need to rectify things ASAP,” I explained, pattering my hooves on the dirt path as I scanned the area, the panic returning full sweep.

“Well, Ah reckon Ah haven't seen him all day, but Rainbow Dash mentions spottin' the guy, but Ah really wouldn't bug 'er right now. She still has 'bout three fields left o' grass,” Applejack responded, patting her hoof on the bench next to her.

Impatiently pattering my hooves on the ground, I considered the possibility of Spike not being in Ponyville, and Rainbow Dash was my only lead. In response, I let a coarse sigh brush past my lips as I planted my rear on the wooden oak bench, feeling dirty as the natural seat was most likely rarely washed. With that, I began to wait...

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“Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, two hours,” I said with a dull tone.

It was at this specific point Rainbow Dash showed herself in what appears to be a “done” fashion.

“Oh hey rares, didn't see you come in,” she responded, playing cool as she leaned against the mower.

“I have someone to do that for me,” I muttered.

Applejack snorted and Rainbow's ears perked up. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” Applejack and I both said... except Applejack was giggling.

“Whatever, there's nowhere for me to 'come in' to, Rainbow Dash,” I responded, my impatience prodding my mind like never before.

“The field, duh,” she said, rolling her eyes as if that was a smart retort.

Letting her have that, I resisted the strong urge to grind my teeth and took a deep breath. Letting it out, I put on my best fake smile to mask the frustration and anger.

“So, I'm looking for a dragon.” I started to make gestures. “About yay big, purple scales, green spines, name Spike, my squeeze, yadda yadda. Two hours of waiting, I was told you spotted him once-upon-a-time,” I stated, waving my hooves around.

“Apparently somepony forgot to turn off inverted controls,” she muttered. Nearly swatting her, Rainbow pondered the question. “Well, yeah. Earlier, he bought a bouquet of flowers and immediately threw them out down the block. I know because I was there. So I guess I did more than spot him, but he did mention something about heading towards Fluttershy's cottage—”

“THANKS GOTTA GO BYE!” I shouted as I sprung to my hooves and broke out in a mad dash once more.

Not seeing their reactions, I galloped at my fastest speed out of the acres. The sun had started to set long ago and within minutes, the stars would show themselves. The skies were blue with hints of sunlight peaking over the broad, jagged horizon. Swerving around ponies heading home after a long, hard day of work was a nice sight; even though I was in turmoil, life goes on. It made me realize that Spike didn't spend a week thinking about only me. He was probably preoccupied assisting Twilight, doing chores and working. He probably didn't tell Twilight he swatted me, as only Sweetie Belle and Spike know. The makeup did its job well enough that I don't even think anypony realizes we had a fight.

I gulped down a lump in my throat as I fought the urge to sob. The fact that Twilight doesn't seemingly know means that Spike is either handling this all alone, without support, or he trusts that we'll be alright by ourselves. I hadn't noticed myself approach the little bridge in front of Fluttershy's house. I leapt over the stream rather than cross the bridge and cut across her front yard. Skidding to a halt, I practically railed on her door over and over until she showed up. Her mane was frazzled and she looked awful.

“AH!” I screamed. Fluttershy jumped, hiding to the side in response. “Oh, I'm sorry, Fluttershy, but your mane... you look awful, no offence,” I stated.

She shuffled to her hooves, Fluttershy's frazzled pink mane poking itself over the bottom yoke door. She did look positively adorable in her pink, fluffy mane. I had to give her a complete, sexy makeover one day so maybe she can find Mr. Perfect.

“None taken, I've been up all night trying to ween puppies from their momma's. If I don't, they'll continue to breastfeed and the momma won't stop lactating,” she said, rubbing her scalp and punctuating it with a yawn. “So, how can I help you?”

Once more, my hooves stamped into the ground lightly and fast to occupy my mind as words tried to form. Hopefully I spoke within the next year.

“Spike. Need. Please?”

“Oh, Spike? He stopped by a few days for the past week, helping me with my chores. I gave him the day off since it was wrecking me and I didn't like not having a gift. He left a while ago, saying something about finding a place to sit,” Fluttershy said.

“Oh, thanks Fluttershy!” I shouted as I galloped away. Stopping, I skidded to a halt and returned to the door. Quickly, I lit my horn and watched as Fluttershy's mane poofed back to it's natural softness. “There you go, dear. I'd hate to have no time to my mane myself,” I said, smiling as I galloped away for real this time.

“Thank you, Rarity!” she shouted with glee as the door closed.

Smirking, I once more started in a fast gallop. My heart was beating for two reasons and I was sure I'd be completely exhausted at the end of the day. Plus, I had to tinkle; Applejack practically forced the cider into my body as I waited.

Up ahead, the streets began to dim as the sun was gone entirely and streetlamps had to illuminate themselves just to make the roads safe... and I think I spotted my prize. Up ahead, a shadowy figure sat atop the railings of a bridge near the edge of Ponyville. Those purple scales and green spines I'd recognize anywhere.

“SPIIIIKEY!” I screamed into the air.

The shaded figure turned in my direction and Spike's voice called out my name curiously. The closer I got, the more I could see: green ear; sharp spines; sharp fangs; brisk figure; toned muscles from his training; the tears on his face; the confusion in his eyes; the frown his little mouth made. I couldn't handle it all.

I leapt through the air close to the bridge and towards the centre of the railing where Spike sat. I wrapped my arms around his body and let gravity cooperate with me. I could feel him leaning backwards, falling off the railing. Two bodies hit the shallow water below and I couldn't care less. My mane got soaked, tail ruined and it was chilly but I couldn't care less. The press could have a flash mob for my photo and I couldn't care less.

After realizing that I probably had to let go so we could breath, I released my grip on Spike and rolled onto my hooves, pushing myself up out of the water. It didn't come up high on me but it was enough that I could feel the chill. Spike sat up, legs crossed and propping himself  up with his hands. Shaking his head, he glanced over at me as he rubbed his scalp with one hand. I immediately leapt forward once more, wrapping my forelegs around his neck as I hugged him as tight as possible. Once more, he fell back into the water, myself included. It was only three inches deep this time of year so I didn't worry about breathing issues.

I didn't bother waiting and pressed my lips against his. My makeup was completely washed off by now, since I didn't use my thick stuff. Ignoring it, I forced my tongue into his mouth and immediately our tongues met, swirling around each other as the water flowed around us. That was the only sound, plus our breathing. Spike's hands settled on my Cutie Marks and I wiggled my rump in response. I didn't care about what he did last week. I just wanted him to hold me, and love me, and know that I've long since forgiven him. I don't care about words or scars or greedy dragons or some uptight anus that calls himself a Canterlot fashion expert. Just Spike.

Prying my lips from his since I knew I'd have to talk to him at some point, we stared into each other's eyes as he leaned up, sitting once more. I sat in his lap, forehooves draped around his shoulders.

“Before you speak, I want you to know that I've forgiven you for striking me, and I want you to know I am so, so sorry about everything.” Gulping, I felt the tears coming down now. “About leaving you in prison, about ignoring you for those years, taking your Fire Ruby... being mad at you on Hearth's Warming Eve, for every little smack and bad word I've ever said—” I choked hard, sobbing openly now as tears stained my eyes. Spike looked back at me, his own tears flowing the same as my own. “I'm not a perfect girlfriend. I never will be, and as a mare, I will never be perfect. Someday, I'll be old and grey and in comparison, you'll be just starting your life.” My voice died quickly as it cracked numerous times. I could only whisper. “And I want you to know that even if our time is short, it's the happiest time of my life so far and I don't care what any Canterlot bitch says about us.” I gulped. “I don't care what alternate version of me that most likely hooked up with a rich colt says about us and I don't care what the natural order is; I love you and these scars and myself being present is proof of that.”

Spike just stared in response, and those few seconds felt like eternity to me. My heart was laid bare for him and if he wanted to, and I wouldn't blame him, he could crush my tiny little heart like that and I'd welcome it, even.

“I never cared. I gave you my heart before my birthday and after that incident, I gave you my soul here,” he responded.

We simply stared into each other's eyes at that moment, perplexed at what the other said. The anger and frustration was... so simple, yet I dragged it out like a whiny little girl wanting a perfect world. I will never escape criticism and prosecution; it's what I live to hear, so I can deal with it for a lifetime of happiness.

“Take me,” I said.

“What?”

I shuffled off his lap and spun around, raising my rump up to his face. We were under the bridge, thankfully, so this was just us.

“Take me. Right now. I need you. I can't wait. A year and a half ago, I gave you a kiss here. Now, I want to give you my body, here. It's yours. Take it, and don't wait up,” I said, mentally begging for it.

I clenched my eyes shut as I heard him stand up and tensed up my whole body as he set his hands on my curves. I waited for his penetration, but instead he lifted me into the air and set me on the grass next to the bridge. It was a little more open, but nopony would be out here this time... always the considerate one.

Without pausing, he moved forward and as soon as my hooves touched that bank, I felt his flaring hot tips spreading my lower lips apart and my body eagerly welcomed him in, already lubed up. In a second, both of his erections spread apart my lips, the little bumps caressing the ripples of my inner walls. It felt like heaven and I let out a shrill cry as he pressed himself against my G-spot already.

Leaning forward, Spike rested his torso against my back and positioned his head next to my own as he began to thrust back and forth at an incredibly fast pace already. There was no playing around here; we wanted each other and that was that.

Spike's strong hands caressed my belly as he slapped himself up against my rear, always moving his hips in such a way that my sopping wet lips took him right down to the base. Clenching my teeth, my lips were also tightly pressed against each other as I stifled a loud, long moan from escaping. Several animalistic grunts came from Spike's mouth as he really pounded my rear hard, constantly assaulting my G-spot with his hot tip as well as those many bumps on his phallus'.

Big strong hands then found themselves massaging my teats, immediately avoiding my nipples. Smart Spike always knew that teasing my nipples was too damn effective. I began to wiggle my hips and bend my hind legs in hopes that he'd somehow take to my nipples as he is my warm pussy. But he wasn't. If anything,  he was now thrusting in and out as fast as he could... but not all the way. He was avoiding pleasuring me too much, prolonging the whole thing.

Wet slaps sounded in the area as well as numerous feminine, pleading moans as well as gruff, short grunts as one of Spike's hands finally tended to my nipples, pinching both of them. The other was brought up next to us and he planted it on the ground; more power to thrust.

My sensitive nipples sent a warmth throughout my entire pelvis as well as up my spine that felt glorious, making me shudder violently. My legs were numb from the constant poundings and my pussy was delightfully numb. The pleasure was building up and it was also so intense that I didn't care that he wasn't grinding my G-spot. The fact that I felt stretched and full was enough to send me closer to the edge.

Spike leaned back, hands on the ground as he pulled himself out and stopped. I turned my head and pleaded silently for him to continue, feeling the tips of his cocks almost falling out of my opening. With one hand, he wrapped around my barrel and rolled me onto my back. We could stare into each other's eyes this way, and it felt... more warm.

Spike lowered himself and simultaneously thrust his whole length inside of me. The bend of his cocks pressed against the roof of my pussy and right across my G-spot. I let out a moan that was cut short by Spike planting his mouth against my own. His slithery tongue pushed into my mouth and wrapped around my tongue as he sucked on my lower lip. His torso was pressed against my own and he was putting everything into his hips moving like a piston as fast as it could go.

Each thrust flared up against my vaginal roof and my whole pelvis felt warm. Spike pulled back from the kiss and his hot breaths caressed my neck. He leaned forward and began to suck on my neck, the somewhat alien feeling reeling in the sensations of love. I squeezed his body as I felt my orgasm approaching and my heart pounding like a metalhead drums.

What caught me off guard was a certain hot white liquid pumping inside of me. I came the instant I felt it impact my inner walls, being already on edge for so long. We held each other tightly as the white seed pumped into me constantly, no end seemingly in sight. Spike must have been really pent up as I could actually feel it filling me up. The liquid pumped out of him, and then out of me as it dripped down towards my rear entrance, mixed with my own fluids.

My pelvis was on fire from it all and my heart was beating so fast that you'd think it really wanted to give itself to Spike. We lay there, basking in the warmth regardless of the chill as a brisk wind blew against our wet bodies.

Spike pulled back and I stared into his gorgeous, green-slitted eyes. We planted a small kiss on the other's lip and then smiled.

“I love you,” we muttered out simultaneously.

He climbed from atop me and stood up, stretching. I settled for sliding off the bank and into the stream, letting the water wash away his seed. I kind of wanted to let it linger inside for a moment longer, but even I couldn't withstand this much for Spike. A girl has to have standards.

“What say we head to the boutique?” Spike asked, grinning.

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We sauntered down the street, talking about tales long past. Changeling invasion, his birthday, the Diamond Dog kidnapping, merry tales and near-adventures we shared. The Nightmare taking my body, how I nearly killed Spike in the process... and tales of embarrassing sexual misadventures. You could write a story about it.

“And there you were, bouncing up on my lap, and then you fell off and hit your head on the headboard. I thought it was so punny that I actually laughed as you were laid out unconscious,” Spike said, giggling.

I joined him, elbowing him in the side. “I did chew you out a bit for that... that may be one thing I won't apologize for,” I joked.

“Hah, well I don't blame you. I almost forgot about you,” he said, chuckling.

“Forgot about lil' old me? How could you?” I said, puckering up my lip in mock anger.

“Cheer up, princess. It was only until I remembered we were doing that sex thing ponies talk about,” he stated as we approached the door.

“Ah, yes, the 'sex thing'. I've heard legends about that but never believed them until once upon a time, ya know?” I asked, still giggling away.

We chuckled a bit as Spike fumbled with the door, due to the wet hands. We shared a laugh and stepped inside where I only now decided to shake myself off. My mane was all frazzled now, but that's okay.

“Shh, Sweetie Belle is most likely asleep.” Immediately, I lit my horn up and my body was heated for a moment. It dried me up entirely now and most likely woke up Sweetie Belle. “Well, oopsie.”

We both giggled once more and I repeated the procedure with Spike until he was nice and dry. We both needed no extra words to understand Spike was staying the night and we proceeded upstairs. Open door, close door. Move sheets, get on bed. Move sheets over us, snuggle up to Spikey for the first time in a week, and allow him to use me like a teddy bear once more. I was convinced by this point that I could just replace my bed with gems, let Spike sleep on that and then sleep on Spike. It was a win-win for us both and I smirked at the thought.

“I love you, Spike,” I whispered as I felt today's exhaustion getting to me.

“I love you too, Rarity. Sleep well.”

Spike kissed me on the forehead and I buried my face into his neck even further and let out a hearty, satisfied sigh.

I may not be perfect and I may have my cons to Spike... but I hope one day, I can be everything Spike wants.