The Marshmallow Lighter

A little chime split my attention between a little design I had started and the front door. An aroma infiltrated my nose, one so repulsive and horrid that I dropped the scissors and fabric I was holding. Turning my head, I laid eyes upon the little dragon that happened to be the source. There was little Spike and he was covered head to toe in dirt... or, given he was just helping Applejack with the pigs, manure and pig slop.

“Ugh, Spike, you're absolutely repulsive right now,” I muttered, wincing as he attempted to approach me for a kiss.

Pausing, he looked himself up and down with shock etched into his face. This went on for a few more seconds and I could only stare in awe as he seemingly only now started to process it.

“Oops, I swore there was less when I left,” he said, sheepishly rubbing his scalp.

“Off to the bath with you!” I shouted, raising a hoof in the air. Spike could only pout as I declared that. In response, I levitated a nearby broom and prodded him with the bristles. “Go on, shoo! I expect a clean, shiny-scaled little dragon in ten minutes or I will take the water hose to you!”

“Aww shucks, fine, fine, I'll go scrub myself,” Spike said with resignation dripping from his voice.

The repugnant scent left the room as did Spike, his claws drooping at his side while he ascended the stairs. Little did I realize, though, was Spike wasn't the only one carrying a little less-than-desireable scent on them. With my focus off my work, it clued in that the intensity had gotten to me what with the little beads of sweat and the clear lack of personal hygiene being apparent; three straight days of working from sunrise to sundown with little time to care. My hair had it's shine, but not from any hairspray; it was frazzled and run down with, ugh, grease. After Spike had his cleansing, I'll probably stop for the day to have myself a little bubble bath. It certainly wouldn't hurt.

Rather than continue my work, considering my record-breaking six-hour bout of concentration being broken, I decided to go throw together a quick meal for myself and Spike to enjoy when we were done. With a little hop in my gallop, I entered the kitchen and perused the cabinets for anything to throw together. Once more, I considered the idea of seeking meat for Spike, as much as I find it strange and almost scary, it is in his nature and Fluttershy has mentioned not denying her animals the food they require. With that idea in mind for another day, I levitated a little bowl of snack jewels and locked eyes with the prize atop.

A little red fire ruby; it doesn't match the supremacy of the one Spike gifted to me (nor does it have the domino effect on my emotions like his did) but it has been the greatest find of the year. As much as I wanted to utilize it in a design of my own, I decided to let Spike have the little red jewel and with a time limit set, I put myself to work.

Hay, salad leaves, and some toast for myself while I used leftover salad mix as part of Spike's; I stomped on a few gems and sprinkled the little rocks into the salad, using it as croutons for the little dear. Glancing at the bowl of jewels, I decided to simply leave the bowl out since I know Spike enjoys munching on the little rocks.

Lazy, but it did the trick. With a little smirk, I decided that was good enough and trotted towards the stairs. There at the very top stood a shiny Spike, clean from head to toe. With his little heat trick, there wasn't a drop of water on him, just a little steam from the evaporated remains.

“Spikey, there's a little dinner waiting on the table if you want. I'll be having a little bubble bath since I'm finished for the night, and then we can cuddle a bit,” I said as I floated up the stairs, the little sensation of bubbles surging back via memories.

“Ooh, yay, I'm famished. I didn't eat the dinner Applejack offered because I wasn't sure if you needed me here,” he said, scurrying past me on the stairs.

“Did you really think I'd have let you, covered in all those germs?” I called playfully as I cantered into the steamy bathroom.

The mirror had a light coating of condensation and the ceiling fan worked wonders for the fog. The fan was installed primarily because of Spike's tendency to evaporate the water on his body rather than use his towel. A neat little trick I wish I had. Of course, any potential... ah, offspring (not that any of us were contemplating children ever), would probably use the same trick.

Wasting no further time, I encased the two handles with my magic and twisted the knobs to the familiar point whereupon I would have my suitable temperature. Taking a quick glance in the mirror for any grimy abnormalities that may be on my sleek white coat, I put on a little frown; my mane seemed horribly old fashioned. Once again this spring, I had contemplated the status of my mane. A sombre reminder of my life, a little curl that I had kept as long as I've had my cutie mark. I don't want to change it anymore than I have to, but, something must be done.

No more off-topic thoughts, I must prepare for my bath.

Levitating a little bottle roughly the size of a grapefruit (yet costing more than a house, being rich and famous has it's perks), I opened the cap and let it spill a little drop into the water. It sizzled and within seconds, the bath was producing rich bubbles with a little sparkly rainbow sheen. The suds filled the tub and the water rose little by little. I couldn't help but dip my hoof in to test the waters and the little bubbles popped around my hoof. It sent tingles up my legs and completely justified the price tag.

Oh, baths always took too long to fill. Part of me wished that I were like Spike, and had scales; no pony can withstand a seven-hour bubble bath, and to enjoy this formula to it's fullest extent requires longevity. But I don't want to keep Spike waiting too long.

And then the bath was full; absolute bliss. Wasting no more time, I stepped into the water and rejoiced as my hooves were encased in warm water and magical bubbles that pleasantly stimulated my coat. Feeling the heat on my belly, I crouched down and let out a little light gasp as the bubbles encased my body. Resting on the base of the tub, a little loving sigh was next to follow. Warm water encased my back and I felt those same tingles running up my spine. Something I dreadfully needed; I'll also have to ask Spike for one of his deep tissue massages. He certainly loves the reward for those.

Taking a breath, I dunked my head under the water and felt my hair floating and soaking up the luxurious water. A little shake of my head ensured that my entire mane had lost it's poofiness; upon surfacing, it drooped down over my shoulders. My scalp was subject to those magical little tingles, almost too good. I rolled over and laid on my back, my head resting upon the lip of the tub, and then I let myself slide deeper until my muzzle was covered. Pure bliss.

And then with nothing but my lingering thoughts holding my attention, I heard little footsteps in the hallway. Of course, I never closed my door, I had no need living alone or with Spike. Said dragon came into view seconds later, with a little salad dressing drizzled onto his chest. Very clearly drizzled by him, not sloppy eating. He had a large grin on his face and I returned the warm smile.

“Rarity, I'm dirty again,” he said, sauntering towards the edge of the bath tub.

Leaning up, I leaned my head over the edge of the tub and hooked my hooves onto the lip, staring with half-lidded eyes brought on by the pleasure felt from this tub.

“Well well well, we can fix that, can't we?” I said, a little idea popping into my mind.

Pulling myself up with my hooves and pulling Spike closer, I leaned in and licked up the little spot of dressing off his chest. He let out a little giggle, surely because of the tickling sensations of either my tongue or the magic. He let out a little murmur, seemingly displeased. I pouted and looked up at him with my best pouty face possible.

“I'm afraid that's part of the mess,” he said, leaning in as he rested his claws on the lip of the bath. His snout edged closer to mine and he stared deep into my eyes and I took in the little sparkle in his emerald slits. “I'll need a more... thorough, scrubbing.”

Thoughts rushed into my mind as I let out a little giggle, his lips pressing into mine. With a bit of force, he pushed me away from the edge and let my hooves slide off into the water. Spike reached a claw over and planted it on the other side of the tub as I rested my head against it, he waiting no longer to climb in with me. He let out a little moan into my mouth as the magical tingles coursed through him. A little pressure was put on my lips and I parted them to make way for his long, slithery tongue. More tingles went through my body, this time from the sensation of his muscle wrapping around my own, getting a taste of my saliva. I was briefly worried that maybe I had bad breath, but Spike didn't stop once to contemplate this as I.

His feet soon followed the rest of his body and I could feel the water rising and a very warm, scaly body pressing against my own. Two claws pressed against my side, lovingly tracing a little path around my back as he wrapped himself around me. Our tongues continued to dance to no music in particular except our own hearts, and like our hearts, our tongue play sped up. He hasn't eaten or else I would have tasted salad mix, instead I was treated to a mildly smokey taste all thanks to him being a walking furnace.

Eventually, Spike pulled back and unwrapped his tongue from my own and I could not stiffle a whimper, nor could I keep myself from panting. Spike had no trouble, instead he seemed amused that I had gotten so worked up, him and that smug little grin, oh my stars he could kill a mare.

“R-remember, I've been very busy so I m-must also take care of my hair,” I said, glancing over to the shampoo resting on a nearby shelf.

Without hesitation, before I could, he reached back and grabbed the very shampoo bottle I was eying, all without taking his gaze from me. I felt giddy when I realized I'd be getting a shampooing and scalp massage from his scaly little fingers. A happy little smile in the shape of a v formed on my face and I closed my eyes, leaning forward as he squirted a little goop onto his hands.

It felt cool when he pressed his hand into my scalp, something wonderful to contrast the heated bath and his own claws. In short order, he began pressing the tips of his fingers, carefully avoiding his sharp claws, into my scalp as he began to lather my hair with the finest shampoo I could obtain (within reason, of course). More tingles went through my brain from the tender, loving massage and I slightly rocked back and forth as I enjoyed the sensations both from my dragon and my bath.

A little tune began escaping my throat in the form of a hum, not even a discernible one, but it sounded happy, I thought. Spike worked the soap into my hair, eventually finding the base of my ears. A little pressure into the base put me at ease and I dropped my ears uncontrollably. It was strange, just another one of my sensitive areas.

Eventually Spike moved on from my scalp and began working on the rest of my lengthy mane. I turned around in order to make his job easier and to pass the time, I began poking larger bubbles or flicking them into the air. One in particular floated up in front of my face and I blew on it. Fortunately, it floated up and popped on Spike's nose, soliciting a little snicker. Love poured into my mind, I couldn't get enough of how my heart continued to flutter the longer he played with my mane since I'm quite sure he's since lathered it up sufficiently. But I enjoyed the feeling, and I'm sure he did too; why should I stop it?

That said, he too probably realized that he'd finished and he pulled his claw away, letting a lock of hair run its length over his hand before dropping into the water. Taking a little breath, I submerged my head under water, using a hoof to pull the floating strands of hair with me. A little shake of my head and I surfaced once more, bubbles clinging to my mane.

Once again, I turned to him and flashed a smile. He responded by shuffling forward, sliding his legs around my butt until our pelvises were brushing against one another. I wrapped my forehooves around him, his claws around me and we locked lips once more. More passion, more feeling came forth and I found myself furiously battling his tongue with my own because dammit, I wanted that dragon's natural flavour. My tongue outlined his sharp fangs and I felt another tingle; it was the lightest sensations driving me wild, and then there was Spike, driving me insane. Maybe it was the bubbles, maybe it was our time together, but I felt light-headed and my heart pounded. There was no stress or memory of anypony else or any client. Oh my, it was... simply divine~

I forced my lips away from his and stared into his half-lidded eyes with my own and Spike was also panting heavily. A little red splashed on his cheeks and I leaned in, planting a kiss on one. He let out a little moan and I began peppering his face with kisses all over. I explored his scales and spines, if I had lipstick, he'd be absolutely covered. Not to be outdone, Spike pushed me back a little until I rested back against the shallow end of the tub. His supple, sweet soft lips planted against my neck. Drat! My second biggest sweet spot and it was my turn to let out an uncontrolled moan. Slowly, softly, he began planting kisses so sweet they were almost candy. Even amidst the bubbles that attempted to conceal his face, he continued, and then he reminded me of his claws which began pressing into my back, massaging those sore muscles. Clearly he read my mind. Maybe next he'll set fire to something with his mind, for real.

Then it started to tickle, and I began to giggle. At first it was light, just a little tickle after all but then Spike blew out a little air onto my neck and he gripped me tighter. Then I had to laugh. I weakly attempted to push him away but my hooves were pudding. Plus, I was all soapy and lathered up, it would be like... well, holding a bar of soap. I was defenseless, yet his hands still worked their magic, exploring my back lower and lower before reaching my flanks. His fingers pressed into my tense muscles and suddenly, standing for three days began to ooze away; uncontrollable shudders erupted from my hindlegs... and then I remembered he was still tickling me.

“O-oh Spike, haha, s-stop it, hah, I-I can't, h-handle—oh!”

One little shift of his hips silenced me, coinciding with the tickles ceasing. A little pressure and lack of anything for the past few days could have killed me there. Spike began softly kissing my neck and his hips began shifting, grinding into me even further. Breathy moans came forth and I tried to suppress any noises. My hooves no longer tried to push him away, no I tightened my grip and pulled him closer.

Two little nubs prodded me and clenched my teeth, hissing as I tried to choke back a powerful moan as he began to grow, his length brushing against me relentlessly. I couldn't stop a shudder however as he switched to the other side of my neck; a little buck of his hips and I let out a squeak. Those tingling sensations from these magical bubbles, this magical water, made itself known against my furry white marehood. Surely Spike felt the same. It was inevitable, but part of the thrill is the chase, the pursuit; I don't want to give Spike and myself the pleasure that fast, no, I want him to wait, to want it more and I want myself to need it more.

“Spa...a...aike, I, have condi...tioner that I need to apply,” I whispered, any chance for a loud voice gone.

He let out a little growl, his only form of protest that both showed his discomfort and resignation. One last kiss of the neck, then one planted on my lips before he leaned back and grasped another bottle. Placing my forehooves on the sides of the tub, I felt my chest rising and lowering as my breaths came in short intervals.

It was over and done with; fast, potentially a little less thorough for the health of my hair, but I don't think he cared. I certainly didn't, I needed that TLC that he gave in spades. I could feel my lucious hair returning to it's cleaner, grease-less glory and as I momentarily rejoiced in the feeling, a shadow fell upon my face and I glanced up to see Spike standing up in the tub. His twins were just visible over the water and at full attention.

Waiting less than a second, I leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on the tip of his top erection. A massive twitch was the result and I felt a burning in my heart and my nether area. Not even the magical soapy water could compare to the feeling he gave me. A smile crept on my face and I leaned in once more, this time wrapping my lips around both tips. A gentle, caring hand planted on my head calling back to his little massage. Wasting no more time, I slowly bobbed my head, feeling for the little bumps and ridges his twins had. Plus, it teased Spike all the more when I took things slow. He never complained, and if he ever did, a little bob down to the base would surely quell any words.

Gentle, sweet, caring and slow, I took my time going back and forth over Spike Jr. that Spike began to involuntarily buck his hips, perhaps some vain attempt at making me speed up. It wouldn't work, I need him at full attention for the main event... and I will wait no longer for that.

Pulling back, I licked my lips as a little strand of fluid had connected us. I glanced up and Spike was now the one in pure bliss; he was almost drooling, his tongue lolling out. Standing up, I felt another few tingles as my joints cracked and I spun around, hooking my forehooves on the end of the tub. I raised my rump higher and wiggled it for good measure.

I couldn't stop myself from glancing back at him and giving him a little wink. He didn't need any further instruction and his hands planted on my cutie marks, his fingers pressing into the muscles. Another shudder came from my legs, and then he stepped forward, ignoring the bubbles coating my legs and rump. With little guidance needed, two little pricks pressed against my opening. He bucked once and my breath caught in my throat as he sunk himself inside me immediately. Another squeak followed as I let out a sigh of contentment. My forelegs buckled and I rested my chin on the lip and closed my eyes for the ride.

No teasing came from Spike, instead he had let me win that little battle. Quick, long bucks came and I adored the feeling of his little nubs stimulated my inner walls. His shape filled me, then emptied, and filled me again. Oh sweet Celestia, that feeling of being full was magnificent; it certainly helped having a double-headed dragon for a boyfriend.

His hands explored my flanks and pressed into the soft flesh as he slapped himself into me. I'm glad that my rump was round; it did wonders for his claws to find my love handles. It made his job far easier and once he found my hips, he started to pull me back onto him when he thrust forward. My body swayed to his rhythm and control and my reward for compliance was shuddering and tingles far better than any magic soap water.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, it came repeatedly and luckily, continued bouts with Spike had given us both stamina. I'd have finished by now had we just started; lucky me that I snagged him as early as possible. The bliss continued and came in little light shocks as he lightly slapped my rear. Once again, I could not keep the gasps down. My heart continued to pound and I wanted him to grab me and hold me close. I wanted him to lean down... and as they say, ask and ye shall receive.

The instant I thought of that, Spike's hands ran up my barrel, wrapping around me and I felt his body rest atop my own while his legs continued to pump his magnificent appendages into me. His head rested next to my own and his animalistic grunts and snarls were picked up by my ears. When he wanted me so bad that he couldn't hold back the raw emotion and feeling, that sent tingles up my spine.

“Come on, dragon. Don't hold back your little roars and grunts, treat me like I'm yours,” I spat out between pants.

A loud growl came from his throat and he snorted a little smoke next to my face. His hips sped up and the slaps against my rear came faster and harder. He was in the perfect position to hit my sweet spot, being angled down and all. Each time he sank himself entirely into me, I let out a breathy gasp. Continued growls displayed the full emotion he had and once again, he began to go a little faster. More erratic, more grunts, more roars. He was at his peak.

“Come on, drain your dragon balls, Spike,” I whispered.

No longer that same little baby dragon, a powerful roar escaped his throat and he gave a rather hard thrust. It shifted my whole body forward and he continued to hold himself inside me down to his base, even as I felt his twins throb and spurt out gobs of white cum into my quivering walls. It fueled my fire even further and I unhooked a forehoove, reached back and began to lightly rub my clit. Adding more, I lit my horn up and made sure to give Spike a little something extra; I encased his erections with my magic and lightly applied pressure and a little spell I developed for muscle stimulation (I needed something when the spa was closed or Spike was unavailable). And ooh, I loved what I heard; he let out a high-pitched yelp instead of a loud roar and his breathing sped up to the point where I wasn't even sure he could hold a breath. He clenched me tighter and wiggled his hips as I coaxed out the last little bit of fluid.

Finally, Spike loosened up, almost falling limp atop me. He let out slow, breathless gasps and I glanced over to see a drunken stupor etched into his face. His tail was wagging, something that made me giggle.

I quickened my strokes upon my clit and shortly after Spike, I had began to convulse myself. Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes and ceased my magic, resting my forehead against the tub as I felt myself clenching around Spike. That warm seed deep inside me made it all the better and once more, tingles shot up my spine. This time, my whole body shuddered and I almost struggled to maintain my stance with only one hoof to hold me up.

Spike leaned back, his claws once more tracing a little path on my body as he lightly massaged my body. Just as I started to come down, he gave one last squeeze of my lovely rump and slowly pulled himself out. I rested my other hoof on the base of the tub and squat down, unable to hold myself up. As I did, his tips finally pulled out and his milky sperm drizzled down over my clit, dripping into the water. I submerged my rear quickly and Spike's hand helped scoop out the remainder. His little touch on my insides was a nice little bonus, lightly stimulating me post-orgasm. I had to wiggle my hips.

“Well, I certainly feel dirty again,” Spike said; I could easily tell he said it through a grin.

“Oh, hush you,” I snorted, followed by a little giggle.

I can't believe I used to hate baths as a filly.