Chapter 1: A Dream Come True
" If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. " Unknown
It was a rainy day in Ponyville and Twilight was in the process of packing her materials for her weekend in Canterlot. Her brother, Shinning Armor, needed Twilights help preparing for a surprise party for Princess Cadence.
"Will you be fine here by yourself Spike?" Twilight asked with a hint of worry in her tone. "I'm just concerned for you is all."
"Yes Twilight. For the hundredth time, yes. Why are you so worried? You're going to be gone for two days. I think I can manage, plus I have a chest full of jewels I can snack on while I catch up on my reading." Spike said trying to get Twilight to relax. He wasn't going to throw a house party, he wasn't going to go out drinking or get into any trouble. He was a responsible teen and knew right from wrong.
"Okay... I suppose your right. Well if there is any problem do not hesitate to send a letter to Princess Celestia. I won't be gone lo-" Twilight stopped herself as she looked at her exasperated assistant.
"Twilight. Don't let me worry you or interrupt your plans in Canterlot. Now go before you miss your train." As he said that Twilight checked the time and realized she had only a few minutes left before the train left the station.
"Ooh no! Okay Spike, be safe, don't get into trouble, and be safe!" Twilight said as she ran out of the door.
"Finally..." Spike sighed with relief. He walked up the stairs to the upper level in the tree. "I thought she would never leave."
Spike grabbed a gorgeous cerulean blue sapphire and crunched on it as he lied in his bed.
Spike was awoken by a huge crack of lightning. He gazed out the window and saw immense dark clouds purging their rain droplet tears. He briefly wondered what Rarity was doing at this moment, if she was looking out onto the dark horizon as he was doing presently.
"Hmm... Rarity." Spike ran his claws through his green spikes and shuffled to the shower. The sound of the storm was vigorously chaotic yet soothing. All he wanted to do was relax. The extra chores Twilight had him doing around the library was becoming more stressful by the day.
"Ooh I needed this" Spike said as he stepped into the bathroom. "What's this?"
There was a note taped onto the mirror. The writing was in a sparkly blue gel pen.
Dear Spikey-Wikey,
"I heard Twilight was going out of town and I simply HAD to do something so you weren't lonely all weekend. Please do come over to my boutique. I know you've been helping Twilight around the library, but I'd love to have you over. I do hope to see you soon, I left you this note because you looked oh so adorable sleeping. Till later my dear Spike."
Love Always,
Rarity
Reading this note brought a tidal wave of feelings and emotions. Her elegant cursive sparkling against the snow white paper was absolutely gorgeous and well perfected. It reminded him fondly of her voluptuously white flank with her breathtakingly blue diamond cutie marks.Spike could feel himself grow harder as he thought about her snow white flank and what rests beneath. Her magnificent marehood. He's caught glimpses of her mare parts a couple of times. His favorite was when she was changing behind the ornate folding screen. Sweetie Belle accidentally ripped a hole in the already too thin paper with her horn. This gave Spike the perfect eye level of viewing pleasure he needed. He suspected that Rarity knew it was there but has yet to repair it. Something wet and gooey dribbled onto his scaled foot, slowly making it's way between his talons causing him to shiver. He didn't realize how hard he had become until his pre-cum had begun to dribble down his shaft and eventually onto the floor. No pony has ever made him feel this way. Spike turned on the shower and decided to take care of his still hardening erection and get cleaned up for later this afternoon with Rarity.
The storm had let up but the rain was still incessant but absent the thunder and lightning. Dressed in his black leather jacket and ripped jeans he trudged though the soggy, over saturated dirt road that wound through Ponyville. Upon reaching the Carousel Boutique Spike was beyond drenched. As he reached the door he spotted another note. "That's odd..." Spike thought to himself. Grabbing the note he read carefully. The note was written in a sparkling deep violet.
Dear Spikey,
"Last letter. I promise. The door is unlocked, please proceed inside. Once inside you will discover a wrapped package. Open the package and you will know what to do. Today is the day our feelings, dreams, and fantasies become reality. Choose wisely..."
Love Always,
Rarity
"Choose wisely? What does that mean?" Spike spoke silently to himself. "Whelp... Nothin' to loose I guess?" With that in mind Spike opened the door to the ominously dark room. The only light that illuminated the room was a small tea light in an oil burner near the moderate sized package on the counter. The room was filled with the rich smell of fresh lavender. "Rarity's favorite." Spike thought lustfully to himself. Upon approaching the box he gracefully clawed access through the lime green paper. The box looked like cherry wood with ornate wreathed patterns. A top the box was a sticky note reading "Open Me" He stopped to ponder those words.
"Hmmm... What I wouldn't give to eat Rar-" Blushing, Spike ceased his steamy sexual fantasy before he got hard again.
Opening the ornate cherry box, Spike found several fairly decent sized boxes. And a note. This note read...
"You're so close Spike. Choose from the four boxes. You may choose more than one. All are indeed fun. Trust me. Once you've chosen, I'm sure your excitement and, ...other emotions, will get the better of you. I am simply dying to see you."
Excitedly Awaiting You,
Rarity
Opening the first box Spike was stunned and bewildered upon seeing the contents of the box. The first box held a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs and a black bandana. "A blind fold?" Spike thought quizzically to himself. He then set the box down to look through the other boxes. Box number two held a small blue and white rhinestone toy that had a white tip at the end and had the words "Body Wand" printed on it with a turn dial at the end. Curiosity getting the best of him, Spike turned the dial. The tiny blue toy hummed to life and vibrated within his hand. Thoughts flooding his mind of the places he wanted to put this tiny toy that packed a punch. Spike could feel himself getting harder with each passing thought. He still had two more boxes to go.
Box number three held a thick, wide, phallic looking object. It was a dark purple and had a wide flat bottom. This toy did not vibrate like the last one. Upon further inspection, he held the rather pudgy rubber toy in his hand. It was quite heavy compared to the blue toy. Being at the young age he was, Spike didn't understand what all of the toys were used for quiet as much. Reading the occasional adult magazine here and there he had a relative idea of where things went, but this one puzzled him. "Does this go in her marehood?" Spike asked himself quietly "Hmm..."
Spike began stroking himself slowly while imagining the pleasure he could ensue onto Rarity. The final box held a black riding crop. The smell of freshly tanned leather emanating from the crop smelled so rich. So many choices and possibilities.
"It's so hard." Spike said, not in reference to his throbbing member, but towards the choices in front of him. Thinking long and hard, Spike finally came to a decision. Spike could not decide on just one item, so he chose all four. "Good thing my jacket has large pockets." Spike said quite pleased with himself.
Gathering the items he head towards the stairs. Littered with white petals leading towards Rarity's room, Spike followed the trail. Once Spike reached Rarity's room, her door was ajar and the sweet scent of lavender. Opening the door slowly, Spike was greeting with the glorious sight of Rarity sprawled out on her bed. Her mare parts displayed for his viewing eyes.
"It's about time you got here. What fun things have you brought for me?" Rarity whispered with lust tracing her voice, and something else? Her marehood was wet and very juicy. One but couldn't help admire the view. Then he realized that what else traced her voice was want and craving.
