The Price of Rejection
By Liquid Rainbows
"What a nice day!" Spike exclaimed aloud, walking about the sunlit streets of Ponyville. Yeah, a nice day to hit on Rarity! Spike didn't have any sort of job like the ponies of Ponyville, and spent his days meandering the roads, visiting friends, and sleeping like a cat. It was a nice town, but for an adolescent dragon like Spike, it was not enough. He was always striving to find something interesting to do, and his pursuits tended to lead him to the front doors of the Carousel Boutique, just as they did today. Spike had always found interest in flirting with (harassing) Ponyville's resident dressmaker, Rarity. Being of the age he was, Spike had no more favorite pastime than lusting after Rarity while she worked in the shop. It seemed that no matter how many times Rarity pushed him way, Spike always came back for more.
Now, as the afternoon sun warmed the clambering streets of this fine Ponyville Friday, Spike once again sauntered nonchalantly into the Carousel Boutique, the door clicking shut behind him. Rarity trotted out from a room to the left, a charming smile on her face, expecting to greet a customer. Her expression visibly dropped when she found that only Spike was waiting for her.
"Oh, hello again Spike," Rarity groaned, trying not to sound to annoyed. "What is it I can do for you this time?" Spike flashed a toothy grin, putting on his best smooth talker voice.
"Well, I can see that you're busy," He began, "But maybe you could take a little time off of work to, I don't know, come with me on..." Spike got quiet, suddenly extremely nervous. He could play confident, but not around Rarity. His voice grew much smaller, and much less smooth.
"O-On a..." Spike found it hard to continue. It didn't help that Rarity was smiling deviously. When had she moved so close to him? It seemed that Rarity's face was mere inches from Spike's own. He could feel beads of sweat forming on his brow.
"A d-d-da..." Rarity drew even closer, giving a seductive look. Spike could feel her breath, and felt heat rushing to his groin. Spike blushed deeply, knowing that if he was to get a hard-on here, it would mortify him forever. Rarity giggled cruelly.
"Something wrong, Spike?" Rarity chimed, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. Spike knew what she was doing, and cursed her for being so good looking.
"N-Nothing Rarity. I-I'm, uh, just gonna get going now. See ya!" With that, Spike turned and ran from the Boutique, not looking back. Rarity merely laughed and got back to work, shaking her head. Spike, meanwhile, ran immediately into some bushes nearby, hiding from the ponies out in the street, Dragon boners were extremely visible, and Spike didn't want to humiliate himself any more than he already had.
Sighing with relief, Spike settled down in his little hideout, peering through holes in the bush and out into the street. No one had seen him, luckily, one of the few advantages of being as small as he was. Spike's erection was starting to fade, but the more he tried not to think about anything sexual, the hornier he became. He knew he had to do something about his problem, but not here in the bushes.
Spike could recognize another feeling as well. Indignation. He didn't hate Rarity, no. He couldn't even stay mad at her. But it felt horrible that he couldn't be closer to her just because he wasn't a pony. It felt wrong. Sure, Spike acted rather immaturely around her a lot of the time, but that didn't change the fact that there was some genuine love inside of him, which he felt was nothing but useless emotion now. Despite whatever unfairness he was feeling, Spike knew that it had to take backseat to a more eminent problem. He had to do something about his rather debilitating lust.
Minutes passed. The sun was still high. A gentle breeze flowed through the streets. Ponies cantered by, off to take care of whatever business they had. Then, like a gift from heaven, Spike got the answer to his problem. From a few streets away, a loud bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Jolted to his senses by the shrill sound, Spike quickly hopped from the bushes. By now, his erection had shrunken back, and Spike merely stood outside of the Boutique, looking down the road towards the crowd of schoolfillies galloping off in different directions towards their homes or to friends houses. That's when he spotted her.
Sweetie Belle, the little sister of Rarity, was trotting happily towards the Boutique. Normally, Spike was only vaguely aware that he found Sweetie Belle attractive at all. Spike usually only had eyes for one pony. But now, being in the state he was, Spike saw Sweetie Belle as a beautiful angel. Her coat was a pristine white, just like Rarity, her lavender mane curled cutely over her head, and she watched the world with two gorgeous emerald eyes. Spike's eyes turned into little hearts, and his tongue drooped out of his mouth. Sweetie Belle was oblivious to Spike's admiration, and he quickly slapped the look off his own face and swaggered up to her with a grin.
"Hey there, Sweetie," Spike toned, altering his voice to be as slick and he could make it. "How are you doing this afternoon?"
"Oh, hey Spike!" Sweetie Belle greeted Spike with a smile. Her voice was like music to his ears. "I'm doing alright."
"Might I say, you are looking quite fine, as usual." Spike replied flirtatiously. Sweetie was a little surprised at the compliment, but quickly became flattered, blushing slightly.
"Oh, thanks Spike. That sure is nice of you to say." Spike was starting to feel even more confident, now.
"Well, Sweetie, I don't think you want to go into the Boutique right now. Rarity is in a...bad mood, to say the least." Spike gave a convincing performance, but Sweetie Belle seemed confused.
"Is it so bad that I can't go inside?" She questioned. Spike made up a bogus but very persuading story about how Rarity had thrown a sowing machine at him, and when he was done, Sweetie Belle's eyes lit up.
"Ooh, Rarity can get pretty peevish sometimes. I always try to avoid her when she's too stressed. Comforting comes later." Spike chuckled, and was pleased that he had manipulated her so easily. He knew it wasn't right, but he also knew that Sweetie Belle had just as much control over him, she just didn't know it. Spike knew what he had to do next.
"Sooo, Sweetie Belle, maybe you would wanna come with me instead? Wouldn't want to risk getting Rarity mad at you." Sweetie Belle became elated and started hoping in place.
"You mean like a date?!" She exclaimed, grinning. Spike's jaw hit the ground, and he instantly started blushing. Somepony wants to go on a date? With me? Especially a nice, pretty pony like Sweetie Belle? Sweetie stopped hoping and giggled adorably at Spike's bashfulness. He thought he would faint at such a wonderful sound.
"Yeah, k-kind of like a date." Sweetie Belle cheered and hugged Spike, who tried not to look like he was just as excited as she was, even though it was true. With such close proximity, Spike could feel his heart melting, and could feel a rush of arousal pass through him. Not yet, Spike. Just a little longer! When Sweetie Belle finally released him, she backed away and blushed sheepishly.
"Uh, sorry Spike. I've just never really been on a date before." Spike assured her that everything was fine, and began leading her to the outskirts of Ponyville. He was still quite dumbfounded that Sweetie has so readily jumped to the conclusion of a date. Why hadn't he noticed her before?
Spike chatted idly with her while they walked, Sweetie admiring the flowers and scenery. Spike found himself enjoying Sweetie's company more than he would have expected, and spent a long time sharing the astounding day with her. The gentle flow of the air staved off any real heat, making for an ideal, sunny afternoon, slowly transitioning into evening. After purposely taking the longest paths, Spike successfully lead Sweetie to Sweet Apple Acres, right into the thick of the orchard. The trees provided protection against the sunlight, and it was serenely secluded, with the singing of birds being the only sounds around. Being the time of day it was, Spike had no fears that the Apple family would be out farming. We've got the whole orchard to ourselves!
Spike came to a halt in the shade of a large apple tree, Sweetie Belle close behind him. Spike turned to Sweetie, who sat on her haunches and looked out over the orchards.
"Sure is a great day, huh Spike?" Sweetie asked, turning to him, her hair flowing gently in the wind.
"Yeah," he replied, having eyes only for her. "It's beautiful." Sweetie smiled at Spike, who moved down to sit beside her. Spike was nervous, but his body was telling him to make his move.
"So Sweetie. H-Have you ever...kissed anyone before?" Spike asked. Sweetie blushed nervously, but didn't shy away.
"N-No, have you?" Spike wasn't entirely sure how to go about answering that question. When it came to full on lip to lip kisses, Spike had never done such a thing. He didn't feel like lying about this one.
"No, I haven't." The two of them sat in silence. Spike lived in a library full of books on every subject. He knew everything there was to know about sexual matters, but romantic gestures like kissing were another matter entirely. How can one convey these sorts of things through words? Sweetie was uneasy, but her curiosity always got the better of her.
"Spike, um..." Sweetie began, her cheeks turning red, easily visible against the white of her coat. "Do you, I dunno...wanna try?" Spike was shocked, but felt his heart fluttering. He couldn't back down now. Rather than verbally responding, Spike leaned in slowly towards Sweetie Belle. She took the cue and moved forward as well.
Sweetie Belle jolted slightly, out of instinct, as their lips met. It was a strange feeling. It was less the contact itself that was exhilarating, but the emotional weight it carried. They held the kiss for only a moment, before breaking off. They were in silence again, the world around them seeming to have disappeared. Spike could only stare into Sweetie's amazing, jade like eyes as she gazed back at him. For that split second, everything was peaceful. Suddenly, the world came back into focus. Spike leaned back and Sweetie looked away, both blushing madly.
"Sweetie Belle..."
"Spike..." Neither of them really knew what to say. After a moment, Sweetie looked up at him again.
"D-Do you wanna do that again?" Spike answered by pouncing on top of Sweetie, who fell to her back. She didn't protest as Spike locked his lips to hers, his mouth watering from excitement. Spike's body had been waiting for this a long time. Sweetie Belle adapted quickly to Spike's aggressive change of pace. She began pressing her own lips back into him, the two sloppily making out under the ever lowering sun. Spike was ready. He wrapped his right arm behind Sweetie, pushing her up into him, and snaked his left hand down the front of her body.
Sweetie Belle was not as well versed in pony anatomy as Spike, and didn't know how the reproductive system worked, but again, curiosity won her over, and she was willing to let Spike do whatever he wanted. Even so, she didn't expect what happened next. Spike slowly rubbed his hand down her stomach and skimmed over slit lightly, a sudden wave of new sensations passing through her body like a lightening bolt. Spike released her from their kiss, and she immediately let out a gasp, her eyes growing wide. She hadn't felt something so immensely exciting in her life.
Spike starting rubbing his fingers on her groin, causing Sweetie Belle to squeak in surprise. Spike was not new to these feelings, but Sweetie sure was, and it was driving her wild to experience them for the first time. Sweetie started squirming under him, pushing her lower body up into his fingers, trying desperately to urge Spike on. Spike complied, slipping a finger into her. Sweetie Belle clenched her pussy against his finger, shuddering with delight. Spike could feel her growing wet, coating his finger as he moved it back and forth.
Spike pulled his finger out, moving down to face her pussy, and gave it one good lick. Sweetie cried out, shocked at what he had done, but was immobilized by the nauseating surge of pleasure. Spike licked her fluids off his fingers, sitting back up again on his haunches to let Sweetie catch her breath. It tasted sweet.
Sweetie was sweating lightly and breathing heavily. She had never expected something to feel so good in her entire life. Inquisitive as to what had just happened, Sweetie managed to sit up. It felt like Spike hadn't finished something, but she couldn't tell what. Her groin was still aching with desire.
"Sp-Spike...what was that?" Sweetie asked, amazed. Spike smiled.
"You have a lot to learn, Sweetie Belle." He answered with a chuckle. Sweetie looked elated.
"You mean there's more!" She didn't entirely know what was going on, but she wanted more. That's when she noticed Spike's rather generously sized erection. She blushed and giggled, and Spike looked embarrassed.
"Oh, heh heh, sorry." He said, when suddenly he gave wolfish grin. "That's just what happens when I'm around sexy mares like yourself." Sweetie Belle turned hot red. After a moment, a light bulb went off in her head.
"Wait, that's what this is, isn't it?" She exclaimed, "This is sex! I overheard my sister talking about it once. I'm right, aren't I?" Spike nodded, wondering what Rarity had been saying. Sweetie Belle suddenly looked down at Spike's member lustfully. She decided that if Spike could lick her, she could lick him back. In a sudden movement, before Spike could think, Sweetie dashed over, ducked her head between his legs, and licked her tongue on his member. She knew it worked when Spike's legs mechanically spread apart, and he moaned loudly.
"Sw-Sweetie Belle. What are you-" Another lick shut Spike up, and Sweetie continued running her tongue along his hard shaft, making it slick and wet. Spike didn't know that she had come up with the idea to suck his cock by herself, but nonetheless savored the bliss of her amateur blowjob. Sweetie couldn't take his member very deep in her mouth, but managed to suck on the head, making Spike gasp at the feeling. Every nerve in his rod was electrified. It felt so much better when someone else was pleasuring him.
Sweetie gagged slightly while trying to take it in deeper, pulling back and coughing. Saliva dripped from Sweetie's mouth, the feeling of Spike's shaft making her mouth water. She was panting again from the strain of blowing Spike, and sat for a moment to reclaim the air she had lost. Spike was ready for the final step.
"Sweetie, I need you to lie on your stomach." Sweetie Belle was about to question, but Spike cut her off, smiling. "Just trust me." He hadn't steered her wrong yet. Sweetie rolled onto her stomach, facing away from him. Spike ogled at the sight of her flank, and positioned himself behind her. Placing a hand on either side of her plot, Spike lifted her backside upwards, allowing easy access.
"This may hurt a little at first, but don't worry, everything is going to be fine." Spike explained, placing the head of his rod at her slit. Sweetie nodded and bit her lower lip, not sure what to expect. Spike pushed the head of his cock in slowly, and in one swift movement, slammed into her. Sweetie Belle cried out, her hymen broken, but she stayed strong, Spike fully mounting her from behind. Spike held still for a moment, quivering at the sensation of Sweetie's warm, tight, velvety insides squeezing his hard shaft, and gently started pushing back and forth into her body. With each push forward, Spike slid deeper and deeper, and pumped faster and faster.
Sweetie Belle was recovering from what had happened, beginning to awaken as the surges of pleasure coursed into her body, making her nerves spasm. Even more so for the nerves in her pussy, each one being individually caressed and stimulated by Spike's member. It wasn't long before Sweetie pushed her backside upwards, pressing back in rhythm with Spike's thrusts. As Sweetie began actively adding to the rapturous feelings, Spike started humping her madly, pushing as deep as his cock would allow. Sweetie was feeling something strange down below. An unbearable tingling that seemed to be growing more powerful and more pleasurable with every second. Sweetie's eyes rolled back in their sockets, her mind losing itself to the new sensations her tongue lolling out.
It an instant, Sweetie reached her first climax. It was incredible beyond imagining. The rush of ecstasy that flowed through her pussy, the wave of heat and titillation that streamed within her body. She moaned in euphoria and squeezed Spike's rod instinctively, drenching it with her blast of fluid. Spike could feel her wetness rubbing onto his haunches as he continued to smack into her. He soon felt his own orgasm coming on, and pulled out of Sweetie with a sucking sound. Spinning Sweetie onto her back, Spike shoved his cock into her drooling mouth, thrusting in and out, moving her head back and forth in motion. In a few seconds, Spike felt his release. It was the largest, most satisfying climax he had ever felt, and he shot stream after stream of thick, warm jizz into Sweetie's mouth and down her throat. Spike fell back, the last strands of cum hitting Sweetie Belle in the face.
Sweetie drank everything Spike had shot into her mouth, panting heavily after swallowing the last gulp. Spike, toppled to the ground beside her. She rolled on her side to face him, and the two held a lovers gaze for what seemed like a moment, but was in fact a long time. The sun was getting ready to set, but the two remained there together. Sweetie giggled happily, overjoyed at what had happened to her today. Spike, too, was well satisfied.
"So Spike," Sweetie whispered to him softly, "Does this mean I'm your girlfriend?" Spike felt a little blindsided by the proposition. In the end, all of the love bottled in his heart poured out in one simple sentence.
"If you want, Sweetie, I'll do anything for you." Sweetie didn't need to answer with words, but instead kissed him on the lips, giving her heart to him. The two lay beside each other, watching the sunset together.
Problem solved? Spike asked himself, looking at the mare beside him. She winked at him and smiled, and he felt his heart soar. Problem Solved!...
The End
