The Marshmallow Lighter

Many experiences travelling to and fro Canterlot allowed me to prepare myself for the-sometimes-long train ride. I would bring a romantic novel, or work on sketches for a dress design. The chaos from a while back has left me without customers and have given me new ones. Gone are the pish-posh ponies of Canterlot (mostly) and in are the new hip and young teenagers. I am a pony who creates many fancy designs, but I am more than just fancy. I am chic, unique, and magnifique. If my customers shift from snobbish upper class ponies to the party ponies, so be it. Whatever the customer wants.

So I had worked on dress designs, uniform designs, and party designs. I worked day and night delivering to my new crowd and the loyal regulars. Fancypants remains proud of my work and supports my decision to hold a relationship with a drake. He was furious at the Canterlot Elite for their treatment of me as well as their attitude towards my choice of mate. It hasn't been resolved and left quite an impact on me as well as my business. Fancypants is the reason why I haven't been ransacked yet (or maybe Twilight violently sending off a horde of ponies).

Nonetheless, I have been exhausted and abusing Spike's helping hands for the past few days to the point where I'm sure he's going to sleep for three straight days. I let him be, not bothering him with my personal issue...

Later that night, I checked my boutique to make sure I was ready. Locked all doors and windows, closed all blinds, and made my bed. Robe draped around my body, I wore the Fire Ruby necklace, set a box next to my bed, and gently laid myself onto the silky soft top. Not my usual blankets, but something different. Dim lights, the right amount of wine in my system and bonbon's set me for the night. I slipped out of my robe and rested on my back.

I sensually rubbed my curves from my flank to my chest, applying pressure in between my ribs. In circular motions, I caressed the area above my teats, teasing myself as I brushed over the  nipples. I held my moans in as I suppressed my pleasure. It was too early for this, so I sat back and allowed myself to continue teasing. My whole body seemed to shudder whenever I came close to touching my nipples, and I don't blame it. I'm so sensitive there that the slightest stimulation revs me up like a racehorse.

Staring at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes reminded me of my being alone. I hated it, but I had to make due. If Spikey-wikey was here, he'd see to our urges immediately.

“Spike...”

Taking a deep breath, I spread my hindlegs and set my forehooves against the sides of my lovely marehood. I caressed the thin, white lips gently. I began spreading them apart gently as I caressed them, taking deep care not to spread too wide or brush my clitoris. I can't use a toy yet, I've only just begun. So I rolled over onto my front, pressing my face into the bedsheets while raising my rump into the air as if presenting it to my dearly beloved.

“Spike, be gentle please?” I squeaked out into the cushions.

I removed both hooves from my nearly soaking mound and placed one in the centre. A tiny gasp escaped my mouth then as I brushed my clitoris, and I applied pressure. The lips were spread from the force and I could feel my hoof touching my inner walls, coated by my own pleasurable fluids. I wasn't quite gushing yet, but I was close.

Then, I vigorously began rubbing myself in circles, once again staying away from my clitoris; that comes later, no pun intended. Any ability to speak was lost because if I opened my mouth, I would have been moaning like a bitch in heat... then again, I am approaching my Estrous Cycle, so it was natural for me to act like this perverted slut.

My, my, my, Rarity. If this is what you deem acting like a perverted slut...

As I thought, my voice began to seep out, letting high-pitched cries echo from my walls. Any composure I have vanished at that point. The mere thought of being a slut was revolting to the sober mind, but drunk with pleasure, desire and lust, it was like an aphrodisiac. To be Spike's love toy, constantly being used as his spitting cum dumpster. He could grab my hair and thrust into me, and I would moan for him.

Anything for Spikey-wikey.

My rubbing became as forceful as I could manage. My horn lit up and  I removed my hoof from my soaking white lips. I watched myself as I quiver uncontrollably. The sight of my fluids dripping out, soaking my haunches and bedsheets only increased my excitement. If Spike were here right now, watching me...

I shuddered once more. I wanted nothing more than to feel Spike's magnificent, draconic cock pushing itself inside. The nibs on his length, brushing against my ridged inner walls, teasing my clitoris with each push and pull.

Focusing my magic, I brought up the image of Spike's member, and imagined it entering my body... and it did. The magic took the shape I wanted, pushed apart my lips, and thrust into me. It wasn't the same as actually having him here, but it was the absolute best I could manage.

The first thrust from the magical tool sent me screaming. In the shock, my body seized up and I attempted to crawl back as if I could postpone this pleasure. Another thrust, and I lost all ability to “resist” the assaulter. I just let my legs sink into the bed, allowed my magic to follow my instincts and desire, and the solid magic began to penetrate me at a fast speed.

Pushing my forehooves against the headboard, I braced myself as the magic went back and forth like an automatic piston. Fast, hard, constant, and relentless. It was as if every thrust was giving me an orgasm... and it still wasn't as good as the real thing. I had nothing to hold, nothing to give my magnetic lust, and my desire escalated.

Spike's sweet embrace, and loving touch as well as his innocent tendencies were the perfect qualities of a lover... and count on his dragon body to turn into a wild beast, giving into his natural instincts. The feeling of hearing Spike's powerful roar turned me into a submissive cub instantly, but it really turns into something when he grabs my haunches, forcibly drags me across my bed, spreads my legs, and thrusts into me with such force. Normally I'd be against such uncouth, brutal acts, but...

“AH!” I screamed, feeling my pelvis blissfully burn with pleasure. Liquids squirted out over the solid block of magic being used as a makeshift love toy, and my pleasure dominated my mind. “AH! YES, YES, SPIKE!”

My magic faded, I rolled over onto my bed, and I used my hoof to rub myself as I came off my euphoric high. I could feel the fluids leaving my dirty pussy, coating my dirty hoof and my dirty bed. My eyes and mind were able to focus on my room, and my composure returned.

Acting like a slut was vulgar, and normally I'd be against such uncouth brutal acts of force, but for Spike, I'd do anything...