Halfheartedly sweeping the walkway leading to her shop, Rarity wiped her brow and fought the urge to curse the balmy midday sun. A refined mare like herself should hardly be working in the oppressive heat of summer - worse still, she’d been outside for the better part of an hour. As she slowed and went to wipe the sweat from her brow, the familiar sound of a certain somepony - well, no, somecreature crept to her ears.
She nearly stumbled over her hooves while she turned, raced to the door, and fumbled for her purse. This was it, her first and best chance to test a little theory she’d been stewing on, and she’d be darned if she was going to waste it. Pulling an ivory and platinum adorned cigarette holder from her hoofbag, she smirked.
“Hey there, Rare…” a familiar voice began and instantaneously trailed off.
Focusing on the task at hoof, and slipping one end of the cigarette holder between her lips, Rarity magically tapped a pack of smokes upon her lifted forehoof. “Hello, Spike! I trust you’re doing well today?”
“Uh,” Spike grunted. “What are you doing?”
Rarity waited until she’d opened her cigarettes, lifted one from its packaging, and gingerly stuffed it into the holder. “What does it look like, darling?”
Gradually lifting her gaze, she smiled and peered over at him. His expression was, in a word, absolutely priceless. Ordinarily cheerful and upbeat, the diminutive dragon stood gobsmacked. She paid him little mind, doing her best to casually ignore his dumbfounded state, and ignited her cigarette with a spark of her horn.
The moment she took a drag, her lungs heaved and spasmed violently. She’d had some idea what she was in for, having heard stories about how dreadful smoking was, yet the accounts she’d been given hadn’t done the dreadfully unhealthy habit justice. An acrid flavor coated her palate, an unsettling lightheadedness overtook her, and it took everything in her power not to break into a coughing fit - still, in spite of how terrible the singular hit of the cigarette had been, she willed herself to grin as she slowly exhaled.
“R…Rarity, I didn’t know you smoke?” Spike sputtered.
Taking a second, albeit smaller puff, Rarity lifted and lightly flicked the holder. “I don’t - pardon, I didn’t smoke.”
Spike stepped back as if stricken by her words. “W…what? Why would you start?”
“Because, darling, it’s in vogue,” she coolly explained. “All the up and coming fashionistas and starlets have taken to smoking, so I thought -”
“That’s stupid!” Spike bleated, cutting her off while furrowing his brow up at her. “Do you have any idea - any idea how bad that stuff is for you?”
Clamping the cigarette holder between her teeth, Rarity dismissively waved a forehoof. “I’m sure those are all conspiracy theories - fake news, as they say. There’s nothing whatsoever unnatural about burning a bit of plant matter!”
While it pained her to tell such a bold-faced lie, it was a necessary evil. There were a great number of ponies both in and beyond Ponyville who cared deeply for her, yet there were few who viewed her the way Spike did. The adorable little dragon saw himself as her knight in shining armor, a valiant hero who would protect her from all harm, and it was the worst kept secret in town that he’d fancied her from the moment he’d first laid eyes on her.
“As a matter of fact,” she added before he could reply, “I can prove it.” Levitating the pack of cigarettes over to him, she turned the tiny box to display a particular seal. “See, one-hundred percent natural!”
Spike smacked the package to the ground, set his jaw, and leveled a clawed finger up at her. “I don’t care if it’s natural! Rarity, that stuff can kill you - like actually kill you!”
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about, darling,” she smoothly countered, feigning ignorance as she helped herself to another drag. Holding her breath for as long as she could, she blew a gout of smoke from her sinuses. “S…smooth…”
Celestia help her - if this plan didn’t work out, she didn’t know what she was going to do! Was it cruel to make somepony needlessly worry about you? Admittedly, yes. Would the small torment be outweighed if everything went according to her scheme? Without the slightest shred of doubt. Gradually trotting over to Spike, she went to deliver the coup de grâce.
“Would you like to try?” she purred as hovered and turned the cigarette toward him.
Spike’s eyes widened, his mouth twisted into a deep scowl, and he clenched his fists in impotent rage. She’d sought to strike a nerve with him, and she’d done just that - perhaps she’d even done it a bit too well. Gasping as he slapped the cigarette and holder from the air, she recoiled in insincere shock.
Storming past her, Spike grabbed her by the forehoof and all but dragged her to the Carousel Boutique. She’d seen him fearful, she’d seen him upset, and she’d even seen him frustrated on a number of occasions, but never, not a single time, had she witnessed such anger from him. Trotting along beside him, she started when he released her and slammed the door closed.
“Rarity, I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he sighed, “but I am very, very disappointed in you.”
His words cut deep - so deep that she didn’t have to fake being wounded, yet she reminded herself that it was all for a dubiously just cause. As she lowered her gaze to the floor, her shoulders sank. Now that step one had been accomplished, getting him somewhere private, the trickiest part of her ploy would begin.
Pacing in front of her, Spike pinched the bridge of his snout. “Honestly, this has got to be the worst thing you’ve ever done - for buck’s sake, I would have rather caught you sucking somep…”
Her head shot upward, her heart skipped a beat, and a thrilled shiver ran up her spine. She’d meticulously written and practiced a speech justifying her actions, falsely claiming she had an uncontrollable oral fixation that smoking may satisfy, yet serendipity had just delivered her something an order of magnitude better. With bated breath, she cleared her throat and said a mute prayer.
“Sucking on somep…?” she murmured, leaving the question to hang.
Reluctantly meeting her gaze, he scrunched his snout. “Somepony!” he spat. “Seriously, finding you getting frisky with somepony wouldn’t be nearly as bad as getting yourself addicted to cigarettes!”
With her tail threatening to flag, she held her ground. “You jest! For starters, a cultured mare would never engage in such libidinous activity - secondly and just as prudently, wherever would I find somepony to, as you say, suck.”
As she peered down at him with a heavily lidded eye, he swallowed hard. Beads of sweat rolled down his brow, he fidgeted in place, and his forked tongue ran over his lips. It was painfully obvious that he’d been put on the spot, yet that hardly mattered - what did matter was the pink, hardening length emerging from his otherwise featureless groin.
“Well?” she pressed. “If you haven’t a proper alternative to my cigarettes, I’ll bid you adieu and -”
“M…me,” he muttered, his voice quaking and weak. “I…if you’re gonna suck on something, suck me off.”
The request, though shaky and lacking any teeth, excited her to no end. Nopony knew it, not even Twilight, but she’d pined to get a piece of Spike ever since he’d graduated from the School of Friendship - yes, it would have been easier to simply pull him aside and have her way with him, yet the direct approach was far to pedestrian for a mare like her. As her eyes drifted down his body and settled on his growing arousal, her mouth set to water.
She turned her nose up and defiantly huffed, rebuking her instincts. “You’d come to my shop and demand that I fellate -”
“I said suck it!” he repeated, his tone taking a steely edge.
There was only so much anypony could endure - for Rarity, being in the company of an assertive, youthful dragon who’d likely gotten off to thoughts of her pushed her composure well beyond its limits. Lowering herself to the floor, she steadily opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She may have fantasized about this moment for months, although that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have to work for it.
Spike only hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. Maybe he’d been thrown off by her lack of resistance, or perhaps he was still trying to process everything that had happened over the last few minutes - in either case, his libido ultimately won out and compelled him to act. Holding the base of his length in one hand, he guided his endowment into her snout.
Closing her lips around his shaft, Rarity groaned. A dragon’s equipment was a far departure from that of a pony’s, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find them utterly enthralling. With a thick, tapered tip, and covered in slick, almost rubbery flesh, Spike’s cock was everything she’d dreamed of - sure, he was as well-hung as some stallions around, yet he had an ace up his nonexistent sleeve that equines didn’t.
She turned her eyes upward and to his face as he started to languidly move. The view of him from such a low angle was compelling, making him appear larger and more assertive than ever before, and that was only one of the magnificent elements to the seemingly spontaneous exchange. Putting her lips and tongue to work, she mopped his pistoning shaft while caressing and lovingly massaging the underside of his length.
Servicing a stud, be they a stallion or not, was an experience to be relished - doubly so when the stud in question has had the hots for you for years on end. As shameless as it was, she’d waited for this exchange for ages, ever since she’d learned she captivated him, and now the cat was finally out of the bag. Leaning in and kissing her lips to the soft scales of his groin, she groaned.
His taste was wildly exotic, like spiced fruit with a pinch of salt, and the smell - heavens, the bouquet of his unmentionables was intoxicating. She’d pondered long and hard about what it would be like to have some fun with him, imagining what it would be like to ravenously slurp on his draconic endowment, yet the bestial aroma radiating from his loins caught her unawares. Tickling her uvula with the slender head of his cock, she gave a mute, tactical gag.
One of the trickiest things about fooling around with anypony for the first time was that you rarely knew what they were into! Some stallions savored tender lovemaking - whereas others preferred being assertive. If her suspicions and the various articles she’d consumed about dragon courtship were correct, Spike might enjoy a small boost to his ego.
At best, she’d hoped to give him a grin - at worst, she may have startled him - to her shock, she did neither. Grabbing her ears, he squared his stance and bucked his hips so hard that he drove her head back. Gracious - for something doing something as simple as pretending to choke on him, she’d apparently touched a lecherous nerve!
Vehemently fucking her muzzle, he grunted like a beast possessed. She may have - no, she had to have tapped into his repressed lust for her. The poor thing, he’d more than likely been jacking off furiously to the thought of her since he’d first made her acquaintance, but it was alright. Now that he was legal, and they had nopony to interfere with them, they could both cut loose and enjoy themselves.
Moving in tune with him, she ignited her horn to knead her aching nethers. Many mares viewed blowing somepony as a chore, a necessary part of beguiling a lover, but not her - she adored it. The thought of being viewed in a erotic light, a sexual outlet for virile studs, fanned the flames of her desires like few things ever had. Pulling back and clearing her snout, she snickered.
“So fierce,” she giggled. “Oh Spikey, I didn’t think that - Glk?!?”
Shifting one hand and taking a white-knuckled grip of her horn, he snarled and drove his shaft down her throat - not to the back of it, down it. What in the world was going on? One moment, he’d fit the entirety of his cock into her muzzle - the next, he was large enough to cleanly block her airway! With her eyes starting to water, she peered up at him and made a startling revelation.
The tang on her tongue grew sharp, the scent in her nostrils became harsh, and the sight of him evoked a curious blend of awe and dread. In the scant few minutes since they’d started, more than just his chipper demeanor had shifted. Growing taller and broader by the second, Spike curled his lip over a set of savage looking fangs.
Despite all of Rarity’s devious designs, spending months in preparation for the mere hope of seducing Spike, she’d made a monumental oversight - draconic greed. She’d experienced such a thing only one time prior, being essentially kidnapped by her then oversized, would-be paramour, although this time was worse - far worse. She had no friends to rely on, nopony knew she was in peril, and worst of all, even if somepony did come to her aid, she would have a difficult time explaining why she was doing something so scandalous with a creature half her age - even then, should she somehow make a plausible alibi, she’d have to live with the indignity of being caught in an exquisitely compromising position.
There was only one thing she could do, so she did just that. Bracing herself and taking sips of air when she could, she drew upon her carnal prowess. Any virile male’s rut-lust would subside after they’d gotten some relief - as such, it wasn’t a leap of logic to think that Spike would revert to his normal, small, good-natured state once he’d gotten his rocks off.
Many mares in her position may have sailed into a panic, especially due to increasing size of the cock swabbing her gullet, but not her - on the contrary, Spike’s raw zeal sent her into an amorous frenzy. With her marehood winking and sending rivulets of nectar running down her inner thighs, she frantically twisted her rock-hard nipples while caressing her bulging clit. To her surprise, she didn’t just like how domineering he had become - she loved it.
Spike rumbled and slowed while he stared down at her. She’d had to stand to accommodate his rising stature, although that ultimately proved inadequate. The good news was that there was a solution for the unexpected dilemma - the bad news was that it promptly robbed her of what little control she had.
Bending forward at the waist, Spike wrapped his claws around Rarity’s midsection, effortlessly lifted her from the flood, and began screwing her snout like she was a living, breathing sex-toy. The spectacle of them was the very definition of depraved, a dragon holding and fiercely humping a mare that was less than half his size, yet the sight was far from the only sinful element. Gags, gurgles, and whimpers mingled with sonorous grunts and growling from the two, the shop’s interior positively reeked of sex, and things were getting progressively more intense while their passion soared
Rarity’s legs hung limply beneath her as her strength gradually faded away. The lack of oxygen was doing a number on her, making her lightheaded and woozy, yet she willed herself not to black out. Purely from getting her muzzle rutted, she teetered on the brink of what she felt sure would be an incredible climax.
Simultaneously pulling her to his groin while bucking his hips, hilting her with every thrust, Spike moved harder and faster with every passing second. She assumed he had to be close, that she’d soon earn herself a Princess’ ransom of dragon seed straight into her belly, although once again, and much to her chagrin, she failed to account for all the factors at play.
Spike gave a deafening roar when he buried his shaft and fell still. It took Rarity a moment to figure out why he’d stopped, yet the reality hit her like a ton of bricks. Sweltering heat blossomed in her abdomen, her stomach gurgled in protest, and her normally flat tummy rounded and hung heavily beneath her as she was filled with what felt like a bathtub’s worth of cum.
The orgasm which struck her when she understood what was happening was like none other. Her legs danced in the air, sparks shot hither and thither from her horn, and torrents of marish juices gushed from her spasming depths. Stars above - she hadn’t cum that hard in - honestly, she didn’t think she’d ever cum that hard before!
Held in Spike’s clutches, she sputtered gobbets of thick jizz from her airway when he finally rolled his hips back and withdrew his titanic length. “T…that was - Cough - a…amazing…”
She’d presumed - hoped his post-coitus euphoria would have calmed him, taming the savage beast and bringing him back to his senses, but she’d been wrong. With a glint in his eye and a twisted, toothy smirk, he lazily turned her to face away from him. Lowering her head and glancing past her cum-bloated belly, she went slack-jawed when she saw his endowment hadn’t softened in the slightest.
“R…round two?” she meekly inquired.
Spike’s chuckle was like a landslide, deep and imposing as he touched his cock-head to her slavering entrance. Like many unfortunate ponies throughout history, Rarity had been undone by her hubris, although that was hardly a bad thing. Now that she’d broken the ice with her not-so-little admirer, irrespective if she was going to be trotting funny for the next week or so, she was certain that scratching her lascivious itch would be much, much easier…
