The Marshmallow Lighter

Snow tinkled down upon Ponyville, adding thin white powder to crunchy white snow. Thick crackles were made as I stomped through the snow in my front yard, creating various shapes of suggestive nature. My playing was interrupted by Twilight whom had grown tired of the constant crunching.

“Spike, what in Celestia's name are you doing?” Twilight shouted from the front door, looking ragged as ever.

“Crunchin' snow, lookin' at white stuff, thinkin' 'bout my marshmallow princess. Speaking of which, I'm gonna make some hot chocolate with marshmallows. Maybe dip Rarity's hoof in since we have none,” I responded, kicking up flakes of hardened snow.

“Ugh, can you do it elsewhere so I don't keep hearing it? Maybe it does for you, but 'crunch crunch crunch' doesn't help me concentrate,” Twilight said.

“Hokay,” I responded.

Twilight closed the door, and I continued crunching. Then it struck me. Marshmallow princess . . . I have nothing for Rarity. Hearths Warming is only tomorrow. Ehn, I'm sure my love will be enough, I thought, giggling as I fell forward in the snow.

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“Spikey-wikey, you will not believe the gift I have for you,” Rarity exclaimed, merrily sewing a dress.

“Huh?”

Rarity had a slight jiggle to her curves. I mention this because sweet Celestia, it's better than thinking about the lack of gift I have. She had a little dance to her step that drew attention to her rear. Her sweet, probably made-of-marshmallow rear.

“Your gift is fabulous, only the best for the greatest dragon to walk Gaia's Earth!” she exclaimed, humming her leitmotif as she continued with glee.

Goddamn, this is what I meant by that swing. Luscious hips swaying in perfect harmony with her barrel as she works on her brown, Oakley's dress. Tantalizing rump with an angelic voice, add that with a good mood and you're a cherry pit away from having gratuitous sex.

“Spike, if your staring was any more obvious, it'd penetrate me like a dick,” Rarity said nonchalantly, continuing her work.

Shaking my head, I giggled uncontrollably at the realization and sighed. “Sorry, I was just trying to . . . take my mind off the topic. The wait is unbearable, ya know,” I responded, fidgeting with my claws.

She giggled and continued working on the dress. “Take in the sights, Spikey, but you can't touch until I'm finished.”

Frowning, a rumble started in my chest before escaping my barred teeth. A few low, hearty chuckles that seemed to be missed by the fashionista as she hummed. I can't touch, eh? . . . Actually yeah, I'll wait. I'll simply leave her on the edge.

Slowly, quietly walking up behind Rarity, I gently set my claws on her Cutie Marks. She glanced back with what appeared to be a glare. The smile seemed to say, 'you daring bastard'. I don't blame her, that was very daring of me to deny a Rarity order. She had a low chortle, shaking her head with a tsk-tsk. She sighed, licking her teeth as she pondered words. Smirking, I rubbed my hands from her haunch to her thigh, my thumbs spreading her cheeks apart as I took in the soft feel of her rump. Rarity cooed, attempting to work in the midst of it all. Her blue magical aura  flickered and she shuddered as I continuously pressed into her rump.

“Oh Celestia, Spi~ke, come on, I have work to do,” Rarity whinnied as she shifted her hind legs uncomfortably.

I snickered before releasing my grip on her rump. She sighed, having one final shiver and great relief. She began to work on the dress again, and I took a deep breath. I leaned forward and exhaled a hot breath onto Rarity's lower lips. Her legs shuddered and she lost the ability to stand. She slumped forward, her forelegs grasping onto the mannequin to prevent herself from falling. She quickly collected herself and tried to ignore the gesture. Instead, I placed my two thumbs atop her furry white lips and spread them. I took in her scent, having the scent of her shampoo as well as the typical Rarity smell I adore so much. Excited and almost dripping.

Gently, I stroked her lips, not quite entering her warm orifice. She stopped trying to use magic altogether, and sighed blissfully. She turned her head back, giving me a sultry glare, biting her lip gently.

“Ooh, Spike, I like this bold approach,” Rarity cooed.

I slipped my thumbs into her, rubbing the rigid inner walls as sweet fluids rolled over my scaled finger. Gently massaging the walls, I refused to press in deeper and continued exhaling hot breaths over her dripping lips. She began to moan and her insides twitched the more I rubbed her insides.

I leaned in, plunging my tongue into her. She let out her signature Rarity shout of glee and she practically buckled, falling to the floor. Her legs trembled violently while I held her rump firmly in place as my tongue assaulted the inner ridges, taking in the succulent flavour. Like wine, it's weird to the taste at first, but it truly grows on you. I was taking it in like an alcoholic with a problem. My tongue plunged deep and the muscles were utilized to the fullest extent. I pressed against the roof of her lovely canal and pressed against that rough patch I found several weeks ago . . . which I like to call, “the fabled G-spot”.

Rarity began to melt like putty in my claws and the juices flowed. Her moans of approval were reduced to sputtering sounds. Not once did she catch a full breath or speak a full word. She wiggled under my grip and she spat out syllables of my name. Her forehooves were twitching as she placed them between her hindlegs, stroking my hands and chin as I worked.

All of my arm strength was put into holding her up since her legs stopped working long ago while my tongue grinded against her G-spot. The taste and utter wrecking of Rarity's composed attitude was satisfying as hell. It wasn't long before Rarity started to convulse and that was all the notification I needed. I pulled my tongue out and released my grip on her, allowing her body to drop to the floor.

I stood up, shaking my head as I composed myself and licked my lips as well as my fingers. I clasped my hands over my snout, took in a deep breath through my nose, and flung my arms into the air.

“Damn, was that tasty,” I said, strutting towards the kitchen.

Rarity wiggled on the ground before rolling over entirely onto her side and watched me as I left the room. She groaned and let out a coarse shriek.

“YOU FUCKING COCKTEASE!” Rarity screamed, her voice cracking.

Okay, I got her riled up, now I've gotta either find a gift or bang her until she forgets what a dress is, I thought, grabbing a snack. But what can I get her?

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Being in the library gave me ample time to think. Shame I never utilized it and spent it whining about gifts. Twilight hated it so much that she actually told me to go crunch snow. I decided to stay clear of Rarity's because I'd probably get shot in the neck should I ever attempt to show my face to her anytime soon.

Instead, I looked around Ponyville for ideas on what to get her. A dress is out of the question for obvious reasons, and buying her a love toy would be an incredulous gesture on my end. Maybe jewels?

I ran around Ponyville between stores and booths to find a last-minute gift to purchase for the lovely Rarity only to be met with nothing. No possibilities, nothing I can afford, and nothing worth my time or her own. No jewelry, no factory-produced snow globes, nothing. I just sighed, sucked it up, and walked back to the library. Twilight greeted me again, without much emotion. She seemed a little aggravated by the earlier, but she smiled warmly at me for a second after seeing my probably devastated face.

“Spike, what's wrong?” she asked, sitting us down at a table for tea.

Leaning on one arm, I sighed and guzzled the contents of my teacup within a second. I rolled my eyes and swirled some leftover liquid in my mouth. Twilight had her nose deep in a book, as usual, but she still stayed attentive.

“I don't have a gift for Rarity and Heart's Warming is tomorrow,” I spat out, spinning the teacup on the small plate.

“Spike, seriously? You're looking for a gift still?” Twilight said, clapping the book shut.

I shrugged, visually distraught. I felt terrible that Rarity had one for me but I had nothing for her. And after I just teased her so, not having a gift isn't a very smart idea. Twilight chuckled a bit, bopping me on the nose. I crinkled my snout and snorted in dissatisfaction.

“Spike, Heart's Warming isn't about gifts or luxuries or anything like that. It's about family, and spending time with one another. Just be there for her, and Rarity will be happy,” Twilight said in a matter-of-factly tone.

She was only missing the glasses and hair bun, and she'd have the sexy librarian thing going on. I drooled a bit before remembering who it was I was talking to. I shook my head, and sighed.

“Rarity got me a gift, so I need one for he—” Twilight slapped my head, interrupting my sentence. “Ow, what the hay was that for?”

Twilight shook her hoof, keeping an angry glare locked on my face. “Spike, Heart's Warming isn't about materials, it's about warming hearts. If your love for Rarity isn't enough for her, then you should reconsider your feelings towards her.”

My gentle displeasure and somewhat good mood had vanished with that and my heart felt severe tugging. My chest beat painfully and my eyes began to tear up. Twilight's expression softened and I looked away, refusing to make eye contact. I shook my head, trying to hide that thought. It was so simple what she said and a ridiculous thought as well, but it filled my head with doubt and severe dread. I couldn't even form words and I repressed a few sobs. Twilight wrapped her forelegs around me, apologizing as she did.

“I'm sorry, Spike. I shouldn't have said something like that. I just get a little too analytical and blunt sometimes. Don't worry, I'm sure Rarity will be fine even if you don't have a material object,” she whispered, stroking my spines.

“I know, but . . . after some recent things happened, that just—I'm sorry, but . . . I need to be with Rarity, tonight. Just to reassure me,” I said, patting her hoof.

“Reassure you of what?” Twilight asked, loosening her grip.

I sighed, remembering what Rarity told me. “That loving her is the right thing.” I stood up, freeing myself from her embrace and walked towards the door.

“What? Spike, wait,” Twilight said, quickly putting away her things quickly.

I continued my stride and left the library, heading over to the boutique. Seconds later, I heard the library door open and close once more, hoofsteps following quickly. Crunch crunch crunch. I snickered, thinking back to this morning.

“So, Spike, what was—”

“Crunch crunch, library drone,” I said, snorting.

Twilight didn't reply and walked with me to the boutique in a scowl. I wasted no time in making various comments in response. Before long, we both arrived at the boutique, and I took a deep breath before I decided to knock.

“Several ponies in Canterlot slandered Rarity as well as her business for having a relationship with a non-pony,” I said. “Because it's wrong. I need to prove it to her, and myself, that it's right . . . and I want you there with me.”

Twilight gawked at what I said and looked back and forth between Canterlot, me, and the front door. She stuttered a bit as I knocked on the door.

“W-what? What d-do you mean by . . . there with you?”