DiSparity

Twilight recovered from her shock. The sight of her number one assistant, trapped with his arm completely inside Applejack was just too much for the poor unicorn to process. In order to free him, she needed to get Applejack's now-dry 'apple juice' flowing again. With tremendous awkwardness, she stimulated Applejack both with her hoof and magic. The practiced combination worked like a charm, building up her arousal. Twilight's tendrils of magic massaged all around her moistening pussy as her purple hoof ground against her love nub.

"Spike, anything yet?" Twilight asked. He tried jerking at his arm a few times in little thrusts. It was causing Applejack to lurch forward, moaning in pleasure. It was hardly the scene Twilight had expected in her library that morning. It was so surreal. Her, rubbing her hoof along her friends pussy, while her number one assistant fist fucked her. Applejack's moans were a sign of progress at least.

"Spike keep doing that." Twilight instructed. Spike continued to pump as her rolled his fist around inside. Applejack's eyes rolled into the back of her head.

"AWW GAWSH! Oh Spike! Oh Twilight! Ah, Ahm a gonna... uh!"

"Yes, that's it Applejack. You need to orgasm so that we can free Spike." Twilight said in a clinical tone.

Spike looked at Twilight sideways. "Where in the hell did you learn to talk dirty?" He turned back to Applejack, running his free hand over her supple, and increasingly attractive booty. "Oh, Applejack, the feeling of being inside you is sooo hot! Your pussy is so warm and inviting. I almost never want to leave. I could just rub that tush all day." he said in his best seductive tone, punctuating the end with running his long tongue along her corpulent flank.

"AAAAAhhhhh Spiiiiiiiike!" Applejack chewed on her hat as her body was wracked with a powerful climax! Fresh 'apple juice' burst from around his arm, as her pussy muscles clenched down, squeezing him from her twat's hole. Spike's dangling form dropped to the floor as his arm finally slipped free from the earth pony's plot hole. Now unplugged, his exiting fist was followed by a large gush of her pent up mare cum, soaking Spike, and the floor beneath her.

Applejack fell to the floor as well, collapsing in her euphoria. Twilight helped Spike to his feet. He was still clenching something in his hand. "Spike what have you got there?" Spike only just now realized he was holding something. He held it up to show Twilight.

"What is it?" he asked Twilight.

"I believe it's called a Balrog." she answered. "They are found when one delves too greedily, and too deep." she said eyeing Spike accusingly. She took the creature with her magic an put it in a jar on her shelf, capping it with a vented lid. She turned back to Spike who was still a sticky mess. "There now. Let's go get you cleaned up." she said as they made their way to the washroom, leaving Applejack to recover from her post coital bliss.

Once they were out of earshot of Applejack, Twilight scolded Spike. "I'm not even going to ask how this happened. What were you thinking?"

Spike shot an angry look back at her. "I dunno Twilight. I guess maybe I was thinking that I'm an adult and I can do what I want!" Twilight was shocked at his sudden change of character. She had heard of a pony's first sexual experiences changing them, but this...

"Fine, whatever. I don't want to argue about this." Twilight said back as she began to wash her hooves. She levitated a wet washcloth over to Spike to wash his face. He snatched it from the air.

"I can wash myself just fine, thank you." He spat, "I'm not a baby!"

Twilight left him to clean himself up, feeling suddenly heartbroken. She looked around the suddenly large-feeling library. She felt a sense of empty-nest syndrome. Sure Spike still lived there. But in a way, a big way, her little Spike was gone forever. She went back to check on Applejack, who had collected herself. She was just on her way out.

"Oh, hay Twilight. Um, I real sorry 'bout all this." she said, bowing her head in shame. "But anyway, um, thanks fer yer help." Spike came out from behind Twilight to see Applejack off. "Hay Spike. Um, thanks fer... well, you know... last night." she blushed, "You sure know how ta show a gal a great time." she leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek. At the last second he turned and kissed her on the lips, holding her there a moment longer than she intended. Twilight just glared jealously. "Um, I ought ta get going. The rest a the Apple family's probably wonderin' where I ran off to." She said as she headed out, closing the door behind her.

Spike looked back at Twilight, "I know how to show a gal a great time!" he said, with a proud smirk. Twilight narrowed her eyes at him. "Um, anyway," he started again, trying to restore some sense of normality, "did you want me to clean... the mess?" he asked.

Twilight consciously relaxed herself. "Uh, no. No, I can take care of that little... problem." she said waving him off, "You've been through enough already. Why don't you go ahead and take today off." She offered, trying to restore the peace as well.

"Oh, okay." Spike said. "Well I guess I'll take a little walk to try to... clear my head about things."

Twilight nodded, "That sounds like a very wise idea." Spike grabbed his birthday fedora and headed out. Once he was gone, Twilight headed back up to her study. Applejack's juices were still wet on the floor. Twilight knelt down, breathing in the yet-fresh aroma.

"It should have been me." she thought to herself. She stuck out her tongue, lapping at the puddle.
"I was supposed to be his first." She rubbed her face in it, still slightly warm. She brought a hoof to her own folds, clopping herself quietly as she lay in the mess. The image of Spike embedded in Applejack was still vividly etched in her mind. Her hoof's pace quickened.
"It should have been me. But I was too scared to make the first move. I didn't treat him like the mature adult he is. And now I've pushed him further away." Her hoof became a blur as she wallowed in the wetness of a mare she was terribly jealous of in that moment.
"It should have been MEEEeeeeee!" Twilight moaned aloud, as her quick orgasm left her feeling disappointed. She recovered a few minutes later and set to work cleaning the mess. A single tear joined the wetness on the floor.
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Spike headed into town. He figured he would visit Sweetie Belle since she was the closest Cutie Mark Crusader to Twilight's home. Also since visiting Apple Bloom would be a little awkward if he ran to her older sister after... well, all that. The Carousel Boutique was only a couple blocks away. He made a beeline there. After all, time with Sweetie Belle was time with Rarity.

Although he had already gotten much further with Applejack, he still had strong romantic feelings for the fashionista. He pushed the door to the boutique open, ringing the chime.

"I'll be with you in just a miiiiinute!" Rarity's voice called from her workshop. A few moments later, she trotted out levitating her latest creation, bringing it to an empty ponikin in front of her. "Welcome to the Carousel Boutique! Where every dress is chic, unique, and magni- oh, hello Spike. What brings you here?" she said, finally seeing him.

"Hey Rarity, is Sweetie Belle around?" Spike asked.

"No dear, she's in school."

"On a Sunday?"

"It's Monday, dear. Yesterday was Sunday."

"Oh, yeah. I guess time flies when your having fun, huh?"

"Yes, that is the expression." Rarity grunted a bit while she arranged the... arrangement... onto the display.

"Are you alright?" Spike asked.

"Hmm? Oh, yes dear, it's just that I've been working on the ensemble for the past several days. All those hours hunched over a sewing machine has just put this simply awful crick in my back. I will be heading over to the spa for my weekly massage this evening once I close up shop."

"Oh, well I could try giving you a back massage..." Spike smiled, "I've been told I'm quite good with these." he said, holding up his hands to her, wiggling his fingers. Rarity considered the offer. It was still only mid morning. She could use a little pick-me-up to get her through the rest of the day.

"Hmm, but I've already made the appointment..." Rarity whined, trying to reason.

"Who says you have to cancel?" Spike countered, "Besides, you seem like you deserve a little TLC." he grinned.

Rarity thought more on it. It was a free massage. And even if he was terrible at it, anything would make her feel better at this moment. But if he could use those fingers of his... she shivered a little at the thought. Still, Spike's feelings for her were no secret. It would be him putting his hands on her body in a familiar fashion. Oh, come on Rarity, her inner monologue coached her, LIVE a little. Let him enjoy you for a little while if it means a free massage.

"Hmm, alright Spike. Come and give it a try then." she said as she laid prone on her sofa, her hind legs straight behind her. She made sure to position her tail as so to conceal her modesty. She laid her head upon her crossed hooves, looking to Spike. "Well? One mustn't keep a lady waiting Spike."

It took all of Spike's willpower not to leap, fist-pumping into the ceiling. "Of course not, milady." he said in his best regal accent he could manage. He climbed atop her, straddling her hind legs. He leaned over her outstretched form, pushing his hands into her upper back. He applied the techniques he had leaned from the night prior. He moved slowly, kneading the muscles, rolling his fingers, oscillating in small circles. He started high on her back, working his way up to her sore neck and shoulders. She was like putty in his rapidly-becoming-experienced hands.

Rarity for her part was absolutely in heaven. After that back-scratch display with Applejack yesterday, she expected amateur work at best, not this! Spike continued to slowly work from her neck and shoulders down to her back and shoulder blades. He moved one of his legs to in between hers, accidentally pulling on her tail.

"Ow!" she squeaked.

"Oops." he lifted his leg slightly as she swished her tail out from under it. The motion afforded him a rare glimpse of her coveted sex. It wasn't his plan for that to happen, but took a mental snapshot at the opportunity just the same.

Having her tail pulled like that didn't hurt her her so much as it surprised her at the sudden shock. Truth be told she rather enjoyed having her tail pulled. It turned her on in such ways... No, no, this was Spike after all. She mustn't let herself succumb to such feelings. He resumed her back rub, moving down her ribs to the small of her back, working on her tired lumbar. She swooned under his ministrations. He really was amazing at this.

It seemed he was wrapping up, abandoning her back. She was about to protest that he continue. That is, until she felt those marvelous hands working on her thighs. This she hadn't expected. "Spike...?"

"Are your legs not also tired?" he asked. She did not disagree. He continued to work, rolling her taught leg muscles in his hands, rubbing and kneading them, stretching them to relax. He worked his way, ever so slowly, northward to her immaculate buns. He reached the threshold of what could be excused for thigh, running his thumb along the cleft of her beautiful, heart-shaped ass.

"Spike...?" She asked with a sort of worried moan.

"Do you want me to... stop?" he whispered in a markedly deeper voice than normal. Rarity bit her lower lip, feeling terribly dirty for this, but said nothing as she just barely shook her head 'no'.

Spike was feeling incredibly bold moving forward. He slid his hands up until they were firmly clenching the stunning behind of the mare he had lusted after ever since the day he met her. His greedy hands squeezed her ass cheeks like his life depended on it. Who knows when he might ever get this chance again? He mashed he voluptuous cheeks together and spread them apart.

He sneakily moved a hand between her slightly parted legs, snaking its way up her inner thigh. He was far beyond the bounds of any excusable massage now. He decided to go for broke. He dared to inch ever closer to her marehood. He slid his outstretched fingers up under her tail.

"Spike" Rarity barely whispered.

"Hmm?" he paused his advance as he responded with a slight, upward inflection. It was all he needed to ask, 'stop?' Rarity barely glanced over her shoulder, just barely looking at him over the corner of her eye. She chewed on her lip again, before her horn glowed to life, locking the front door and pulling the blinds. It was all the indication he needed, his intruding hand pressing forward. It became a bit tangled in her styled tail, threatening to mat it against her yet unseen wetness.

"Oh, Spike, now please don't make a mess of my tail." she begged. Embarking into strange new relationship territory or not, one must maintain her hygiene, she insisted. Spike obliged, taking her tail in a firm grip in his free hand, lifting it up and away, giving it a sharp tug. "Ooh, gently please!" she moaned. He pulled on her tail again, lightly this time. "Mmm." she cooed.

Her tail firmly secured in his right hand, his left now had unobstructed access to her sumptuous plot. He held his hand just a hair's breadth away, feeling the heat of it positively radiating off of her. The pulled shades left little light. But what dim light there was, reflected off of her glistening folds, belying her aroused wetness. He simply moved his hand forwards a millimeter, laying his palm upon her scorching mound.

She tensed up under him at the simple contact. "Mmmhf" she moaned, still biting her lip. Her hooves grabbed fruitlessly at the drapery of the couch. He moved his hand softly up and down her mound, savoring the feeling of her sexual heat on his palm. He could feel his own arousal beginning to build. He wouldn't risk allowing it to show before. But now... well it was beginning to look like anything goes.

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He applied a gentle, yet constant tension on her violet tail. It seemed to multiply the effects he was having on her. He continued to rub his palm along her mound. He used what he learned and began to press in with his middle finger, parting her lips. Rarity gasped! Spike accelerated his movement, slipping his finger to the bottom of her slit, seeking out her little love button. He deliberately avoided touching her clit though. Rarity feared he did not know where it was. But Spike knew better. He teased all around it, above, below, her lips to either side. He worked slowly. Methodically. He was going to take his time and really enjoy this.

Rarity was helpless to his touch. She had never know such patience and dedication to foreplay in any stallion. It was usually just a cursory licking before getting right down to business. That was why Rarity had gone back to mares. They knew how to treat a lady right. Her thoughts were evaporated at Spike began to probe at her velvety entrance. Sliding a finger in for a few thrusts before sliding back down the length of her slit. He repeated the process a few more times building the tension in her tummy. She felt like it would never arrive. She was about to give instruction, "Spiiike, please! It's-"

His fingers instantly flew to the bottom of her slit and finally pressed onto her desperate clit, flicking it, and squeezing it gently in his fingers. The effect was immediate. Rarity's hips bucked against his grinding hand, her pussy flowing heavily into his hand, soaking it in her fragrance. He slathered her wetness all over her mound. Her scent was almost a sweet vanilla with a hint of... grape? He licked his hand as she continued to twitch on the couch in her afterglow. "Oh, oh Spike. Oh that... that was... just wonderf-"

Her sentence was cut short as she felt Spike grab a hold of her hips, pulling himself into her, She felt something penetrate her! Spike had unsheathed his now-no-longer-virgin dragon dicks from his parted scales. She was in shock at first. She was about to protest. But she was rendered silent but the wonderful feeling of it. Rarity felt one sink home into her wanton pussy, as the other slid down her slit, rubbing along her sensitive clit. Sure, he was not as large as your average stallion, but the dual sensations she was feeling more than made up for it!

Spike started humping away while he held onto her soft bottom. He loved so much the feeling of just groping her marshmallowy butt, squeezing the life out of it, grabbing big handfuls and running his hand over it! All the while he kept thrusting into her. One of his dicks getting all the pleasure in her hot, wet pussy, the other giving all the pleasure on her love nub.

"Gnn! Hnn! MmmMMmmm!" Rarity moaned into her couch pillow, as her second, smaller orgasm washed over her. It was more of an aftershock, piggybacking off the first. Yet, her pussy still clenched down on his dick, making it difficult for him to withhold his own for very long. He pulled out for a moment. Rarity suddenly felt a great feeling of lose and emptiness without it. But it was not for long. He held his first dick, and switched his other into her pussy now, effectively doubling his duration time.

Not wanting for her to miss out on any pleasure, he reached around, and under, to play with her pussy with his free hand. Having been rubbing along her slit, the second half was even briefer. He could feel himself getting close. He had a plan in mind but was still hesitant. He could hardly think clearly a midst all the sensations. But everything in his lustful mind kept yelling, "do it. Do It! DO IT!"

He took his free dick and aligned it with her puckered plot hole. Rarity felt the tip of it at her back door. But she was too far gone on her plateau of multiple orgasms to say anything intelligible. She just bit her pillow and held-the-buck on! He was still slick from her juices of earlier intercourse, making penetration smooth and mostly painless. He still tried his best to be slow an gentle about it. She gave a slight whimper at the sting at first, but in no time he was all the way in. He waited a moment for her to adjust to the new intrusion. She gave a slight nod, indicating her readiness to proceed.

She was absolutely on another world. Being double penetrated like this would have been impossible with anypony else. It was truly a unique experience feeling his dual penises sliding in and out of her in unison. Her thin wall between them was doubly stimulated from him in ways she could not find words for. For Spike, the feeling was mind blowing. The feeling of both his members to be simultaneously pleasured in such luxurious tunnels, with the mare of his dreams no less. He knew he wouldn't have long. He kept pleasuring her pussy with one free hand, and groping her ass cheek with the other.

Everything about this made Rarity feel so dirty.

Normally she hated dirty.

But sometimes, once in a great while, she secretly desired to be a dirty mare.

A dirty, naughty mare.

She was a naughty mare.

And she knew what she deserved for being such a naughty mare!

"Spank me!" Rarity suddenly cried out, causing Spike to lose pace for a moment.

"W- What?" Spike tried to ask, confused.

"Spank me! I'm a naughty mare! Spank me!" Rarity demanded. Spike didn't truly understand, but if that's what she wanted... He released her soft ass cheek grip his grip and swatted it with modest force.

"Harder! I'm a bad pony!" She cried, a mare possessed. He slapped again, with decent force, still not wanting to truly hurt the pony he loved.

"HARDER!" Okay. This time he really wound up, and slapped her ass just as hard as he could, leaving a red imprint of his palm on her snow white bottom.

"YESssss!" she hissed, enjoying the sting. A duet of pleasure and pain. Music to her loins! "Again! More!"

He kept spanking her. Soon her got into a rhythm with his fucking. That seemed to please her. The absurdity of it also helped to delay his own climax. But it would not be denied forever. Rarity seemed to sense this, her magic became alight as she desperately snatched the ruler from her craft table.

"Use this! Finish me!" He needed no further instruction. He timed his last four thrusts, each with a strong slap of the ruler. "*smack* OH! *smack* YES! *smack* OH! *smack* FUUUUUUUuuuuuck!"

Rarity cried out obscenities in her final throws of climactic ecstasy. Spike discarded the ruler on his final slam, grabbing a hold of her reddened ass and slamming into her as hard as he could, bursting his hot load simultaneously deep into her ass and pussy. The feeling of him cumming and swelling inside her fueled her orgasmic fire, sending her to new heights.

Spike suddenly felt certain that he had never woken that morning.
He must have been rode to death by Applejack, and he was now dead.
And this was his heaven.

He just collapsed onto her back, still lodged inside her, at a loss for energy. She whispered beneath him, still panting herself, "Oh my goodness Spike. I didn't know you could- That was the most amazing- That was incredible!" Spike just laid on top of her, enjoying her warmth, both from her flanks, but also, upon his still buried bones.

"I love you." he said. She heard him. It was a simple statement. Said very simply. Very truly. She answered in kind.

"I know." she said, with a long pause. She changed conversation gears before anything else could be said on the matter, "But unfortunately, I must insist that we wash up this instant. We mustn't wallow in our... mess." She said, her lady tone firmly back in place. Spike was barely listening. Rarity rose to her feet, carrying him with her. She acceded her staircase to her bathroom. "Why don't you... join me?" She said over her shoulder. "You could help me wash up with those wonderful hand of yours." That got his attention. She could feel him twitch excitedly inside her.

"Oh, you bet!" he said, suddenly filled with a second wind of energy. She entered the bathroom and turned her rump to the tub.

"Why don't you have a seat?" She asked. He was reluctant to leave the confines of her depths, but ultimately slid backwards off of her, and onto the rim of the tub. She turned around and lifted his anal dick up and away with her magic, wanting nothing to do with it. The other, however, she gave a long lick and a kiss. "Hmm, I taste delightful as ever. And you! So tangy and... I can't even compare it. Almost a sort of... savory-lime?"

"Well I have been on a bit of an emerald kick lately." He added as she continued to playfully fellate him clean.

Before things got out of hoof again, she released him and drew a bath. She stepped into the sudsy tub once it was full. Her sweaty tail was still plastered up onto her back where he laid on it. Spike watched her exposed marehood flex and move with her step. His seed dripped from her folds. Her usually immaculate behind was tapestry of pink hand prints.

She slipped beneath the water's surface, soaking her hair. She reemerged somehow even more beautiful, with her wet hair shimmering in the room's light, her coat sparkling with water. Spike just sat in the shallow end of the tub watching. She backed up and squatted into his lap, grinding her mare bits into his crotch to get him out of his daze. She was disappointed that his parts had retreated into his scales once they had finished... co-mingling. It was just as well though...

"Spike, are you going to help bathe me, or just sit there slack jawed? It's not polite to stare after all." she said playfully, batting her eyelashes. Spike came to his senses and grabbed some shampoo and began to wash her hair. She just relaxed and enjoyed the pampering, not having to use her magic to bathe today.

"Oh Spike, I could get used to this." she cooed as he ran his fingers through her hair, scrubbing her scalp.

"Me too!" he said right back, each of them smiling.

After several minutes, Rarity said, "You know, I would love to keep you all to myself. But I bet that Aloe and Lotus would love to have a pair of hand like your on their staff." she said. Spike stopped what he was doing.

"Whoa. Wait a minute. My hands aren't going near anypony's staff. Spike don't swing that way." he said sternly.

"Don't swing that- oh, OH ho, ho!" She laughed realizing what he meant. "No darling, I mean their working staff at the spa. I just know that every mare in Equestria would love a massage from those talented hand of yours!"

"Really? You think so?" He said, pondering a career of his own that wasn't somepony's assistant.

"I know so!" She said confidently. "I still have that appointment this afternoon. Why don't you come with me and you can apply for the job while your there?" Spike nodded, getting more and more excited at the prospect. Rarity wiggled her hiney at him. "Now, get back to what you were doing." Spike resumed scrubbing her. "Oh and Spike?" he paused, "Don't forget to wash my dirty bits." she said with a sultry tone. "After all... I've been a very dirty mare today..."
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