The Marshmallow Lighter

Lying in Rarity's bed always made me feel like a king. Surrounded by utter softness, a sweet scent in the air, a fancy room, and a princess lying beside me. It was approximately 3 am, yet I found myself awake regardless of the situation. I remember how it went with Twilight at home...

“Mom, I'm spending the night at Rarity's today,” I shouted as I checked my scales atop my bed.

“Make sure to use protection,” she quipped from her own.

“Haha, very funny. This is purely business. She needs all the help she can get to fill an order,” I responded, cracking my back.

“Sure, Spike. I'll believe you when pigs fly.”

I spared her my company by leaving immediately, finishing my 'grooming' on the way to the boutique. I entered, got handed a box full of random material, and was told to sort it. A marathon of work ensued and before long, we found ourselves scarfing dinner down. It was breakfast foods, really; eggs, toast, and a few gems. Two more hours of working, and the order was finished. We laid down on her bed, cuddled for a bit regardless of her nervous attitude, and fell asleep.

Our position was simple; spooning. I held her closely, but not tightly. My snout rested on her neck, and if I made no movements, I could hear her gentle breathing and with luck, a cute sniffle. Whenever she wasn't moving, she was rather soft. I'm not saying she isn't naturally soft, but she seems to gain a level of softness when she isn't tense... almost like a marshmallow.

Wondering how I could help her feel at ease plagued my mind the entire night, but to no avail. The best I could do was hold her when all was said and done. Nevertheless, I felt obliged to satisfy her... and only one thing entered my mind. She was sleeping, but this wasn't an opportunity to be missed. Feeling my face heat up, I gulped, and gently slid one of my claws down her body before resting on a teat.

Gently, I rubbed the smooth part of my claw around the teat, applying pressure using my entire hand now and then. A hushed moan barely audible escaped her lips as she shifted slightly in her sleep. I slowed to keep her sleeping while switching to a different teat. Using my right arm under her body, I caressed her chest and her forehooves gently set themselves on my claw.

I felt my phallus' press against her rump much to my own dismay; this was not about me, yet I was getting aroused. Ignoring the gentle brushing against her fur, I concentrated on massaging her teats. I placed two fingers around a nipple, and pressed them together, gently pinching the nipple. Rarity took in a sharp, pleasured breath.

Feeling a sense of fulfilment, I continued massaging the teat with my pinky and thumb while my two middle fingers continued playing with the nipple. Swiftly, I switched to another teat, and Rarity shifted once more. Her hindlegs began to slowly grind against each other; not enough to disturb the bed but enough for me to pick up on.

“Spike...”

Thinking I had woken her, I paused to wait. After a few seconds, it was apparent she was merely muttering in her sleep. Sighing, I continued to massage her teats, relishing in the simple, light moans she gave out. I was pressing against her hard with my phallus', and that was the one thing that could jeopardize that moment.

An idea struck my mind, and I wondered if I could do it without disturbing her. I removed my hand from her teat and quickly grabbed my phallus'. I moved back, pushed her tail out of the way, and set myself into the right position. I wasn't penetrating her, merely pressing against her opening. I could feel my nubs brushing against her, and the instant I shifted while I placed my hand against her teat, she jolted with a louder moan.

“Spi~ke...” she mumbled once more.

I began applying more pressure to her teat, still not enough to maintain a firm grip. I slowly moved back and forth, grinding her lips against the nubs. She began to shift constantly, moaning sweetly while asleep. She continued mumbling my name, moving her hips of her own accord. It was soon apparent that she was getting aroused as her juices began to coat my phallus'. It turned me on, but that wasn't my goal.

I slid my other hand off her chest and managed to shift it downwards towards her pelvis. I began to massage her teats with both hands, causing her to curl up slightly while her hooves slowly moved, rubbing against each other. Her breaths were short and sweet with a cute squeak whenever I pinched her nipple.

I had to refrain from giggling with glee. I couldn't deny it, but I badly wanted to rut her myself. I wanted to push the tip in and penetrate her lips to provide us both with pleasure, but I didn't want to disturb her beauty sleep. A young lady needs her sleep.

Feeling my own heated breaths quicken was all I needed to hear to motivate me to try and please Rarity. I hastened my hand movements, moving one down to her lower lips. I moved my phallus', slipping two claws into the opening. She let out a quiet, long moan as I drove them into her before reaching the palm of my hand. I spread them apart, and began to rub against the vaginal walls, using my thumb to brush against her clitoris.

She could have been mistaken for being awake with how she moaned and writhed under my touch. I felt my phallus' brush against my hand, once more prompting me to consider putting it in. I never did, settling for this. This was nice. One claw played with her nipple while the other began to rub her insides. Curiously, I moved a claw upward to the roof of her vagina, feeling a somewhat rough, ridged spot on the top.

At the peak of my curiosity, I applied pressure to the spot with both fingers, and Rarity's body shifted immediately in her sleep. Her breaths no longer followed a consistent pattern; a clear sign she was almost finished. I began to furiously rub the one spot as well as her clitoris, and Rarity's entire body began to tense up. I could feel her vaginal walls clench around my fingers as a liquid gushed over them. My job has been completed, and I felt no further need to continue this.

I gently massages her inner walls as she came down from her sleeping climax before removing my fingers from her entrance. Sighing, I brought my hand up to my face as I rolled onto my back. I raised it up higher so the moonlight was cast on it, and I could see the fluids coating my fingers, dripping onto my chest. I leaned my head forward, feeling my face flush, and quickly licked my hands clean. The taste was odd as always, but the knowledge that this came from Rarity's pleasure made me feel warm inside.

Feeling my internal fireplace reignite with a burst, I curled up next to Rarity once more, caressing her calming body.