The Marshmallow Lighter

Four fine white legs sauntered towards the frilly sheets of the large queen-sized bed. A hoof, daintily raised, slid under the fabric dangling upon the edge and the light sound of her fur sliding against the linen softly caressed my ears. I closed my eyes and took a whiff of the aroma in the air. Incense burned across the room and the light smell of cinnamon was glorious. Her sewing machine worked so hard that you could smell the heat and hot oils. It was a nice change, and a sizeable order was just completed; now it was time for some cuddlin' before I head back to Twilight's.

Rarity eventually wiggled her whole body under the sheets; unlike her old routine where she'd gently slide under the covers from the top, she copied my method of coming in from any side. It was adorable when she did it; my spines, however, often messed up the bed sheets. I figured Rarity's horn would do the same but alas, she has some finesse that I lack, heh.

“Darling, lets ignore the pillows, I want to just bundle up here, in a little ball,” Rarity cried out as she yawned out a stretch. “Surround me with heat!”

With a glow in my cheeks and a grin on my face, I responded, “Sure!” Sliding the dimmer down, I hopped to the foot of the bed and opted to crawl atop the blankets. In the centre laid a single round bump hugged by the sheets, the object of my affections. “I might have gotten a little lost, though,” I chortled.

“Hmm?” was Rarity's response as the little lump shifted.

Crawling over the mare that lay under the blankets, I lowered myself until my soft belly pressed against her sides. A cliche little “Tee hee,” was my reward and I laid on my side as well, my larger frame managing to wrap around her cute little body. To make the full circle, the tip of my scaly thick tail was brought to my mouth, making a little ouroboros.

“I think there was a Rarity here, I could be fooled. All I have is this adorable little lump under the sheets,” I said, setting my left arm atop the mound.

What I can assume was her hoof poked me through the sheets in my soft, tender belly. “Come on, silly. Don't make me beg,” she whinnied.

“Okay, okay, you win,” I surrendered, peeling back the duvet.

Rarity's body shifted under the covers, I think she rolled over once she knew what side of her I was on. The thick blankets made way as I adjusted myself so my legs were sliding underneath. I was envious of Rarity's bed, since my own had the boyish appeal what with the rough covers and single, flattened pillow. She had the fluffiest mattress, the softest pillows and the best taste. I loved that red comforter.

Gradually shifting until my head was covered, my eyes relaxed when darkness came under the thick covers. Reaching out a hand, I found Rarity's soft body and caressed her back as I enveloped her in my arms. A gentle tug and she was close; I was rewarded with a light kiss to my cheek and a fluffy white mare snuggling into my neck.

“I need to ask you for your personal touch sometime,” I whispered, picturing a refurnished bedroom at the castle.

“You already have that in spades,” Rarity giggled, rubbing circles into my chest.

Her soft violet mane brushed against my snout and I nuzzled into her head, her soft pony ear brushing against my lips.

“Well of course, but I was talking from a design perspective; my bed's a little drab and ill fitting. I've gotten far too used to this soft beauty.”

My eyes adjusted properly and I could faintly see Rarity's outline under the covers; her eyes were closed and a content little smile in the shape of a C was on her face. My heart paused and I tightened my hug on her. I had to, she was too adorable.

“I suppose I could always just give you some of my sheets. Perhaps shop for a new mattress, something more fitting of a prince,” she said in her cute little hushed voice.

“Since when did I become a prince?” I quietly wondered, picturing myself in a large red cape and crown, atop a bejewelled throne.

Another kiss was planted on me, this time on my neck. “You're a prince to me. Plus, Twilight is royalty, is she not? And you're her son figure.”

Pursing my lips, I gave it little thought. “Das is true, mon ami,” I responded, tracing my finger down her back, feeling her little hairs brush up against my claw.

“Those are two different languages you channelled,” Rarity chortled. “And aren't we more than friends?” she teased.

“If we're more than friends and I'm a prince, what does that make you?” I laughed, getting a little whiff of the scent her shampoo left on her hair; Rosewhite, I believe is the titled scent.

“I'm a lil' princess!” Her voice carried a tone befitting an excited filly. Her eyes opened up and slid up to meet my own. Hooking her hooves on my shoulders, she pulled herself up to meet my face and lightly pressed her forehead into my own, her eyes closing along with mine. “I'm your lil' princess.”

I tilted my head and lightly caressed her soft lips with my own. A little smacking sound, then a light shock throughout my mind. With my hands at a good vantage point, I pulled her body as close to mine as she could get and continued to lightly kiss the mare beside me. Her horn brushed against my scales and I could feel a little light fuzz emanate from the tip. Almost like an electric spark.

“My lil' princess,” I managed to whisper breathlessly between kisses.

I pulled back, as much as I didn't want to and opened my eyes. Rarity's mouth had the slightest gap and little light breaths came from it. Eyes firmly closed and a blush visible from what little light snuck through the fabric, she had a vibrant glow. I could only blink as my heart rate increased.

Something snuck into my mind the last month and it hasn't left. And it's here now. And I need to let my heart speak because if my brain continued to drive, I'd never get around to it. This girl drove me crazy from day one and I'm absolutely mad for her now ever moreso. Her eyes fluttered open in the darkness and I let her words ring in my head. My fingers clutched onto her tightly and her smile came back just as cute as before, her horn letting out a light blue glow to illuminate our faces underneath the covers. She's gorgeous, and I needed her to know that, and I needed her to remember that. There was no other words to come to mind, so I winged it.

“Rarity, would you be my princess?” I asked, a breathless gasp accompanying my words.

Rarity's little smile slowly disappeared and her grand blues widened. Rather than drop, since we were on our sides, her mouth opened wider and her irises shifted over my face. I could not believe what I had said, and she was right there with me. Gulping once, I leaned in slightly and pressed my forehead against the tip of her glowing horn. Her eyes became half-lidded as did my own.

“Be my princess and I'll be your knight,” I whispered, my heart threatening to jump out of my throat with how hard it was pounding.

“Oh, oh, Spike,” she said with a whimper, her face a bright shade of pink. “Oh my, oh sweet Celestia. Oh, oh!” Her voice was a squeak as her hooves came up to her mouth.

Light tears flooded her eyes and her face continued to fluster like no other. Except maybe my own. I could not have said a word then if I wanted to. Neither did she, obviously. But she didn't need to.

Her white hooves flung around my neck and she yanked me towards her. Mashing our lips together, she forced her tongue into my mouth as I let out a surprised gasp. In tandem, our tongues flicked against one another and Rarity quickly pushed me onto my back. Her horn's light died out and she straddled me, all legs clinging me with a vice grip matched by no other. I could do nothing except join her in the tight embrace, wrapping my arms around her light, soft body. Eventually, she pulled back, a light strand of drool connecting our tongues.

“Why did you ask? You know exactly what my answer is!” she whispered, a smile appearing on her bright pink face.

“Yes!” She kissed me again. “Oh, yes!” Another light kiss. “Mmph, yes~” She peppered my face with kisses as I laid there dumbfounded, our hearts pounding. “Yes, yes, yes! I never expected this to happen today, but I don't think I care.”

A smile crept onto my face as I tried to hold my excitement back, but like Rarity, I was going to be babbling excitedly just as she did.

“In my hoard, you're my greatest and only treasure,” I whimpered out, my voice cracking from the sheer lightheaded feeling in my brain.

Rarity peeled herself off me and retook her original position next to me. I had to roll over to face her again and this time, we planted our heads on the pillows, exposed to the gentle light her bedside lamp gave. The pillow never felt softer; the sheets never felt smoother; the mare in my arms never looked more beautiful. We bumped our foreheads together again and I nuzzled her nose with my own.

The smell of Rosewhite flooded my nose...And then we fell asleep, happier than the day we first made love.