Spike eats a marshmallow

Spike licked his lips in anticipation as he gazed hungrily at the marshmallow lying in front of him. Spike loved marshmallows more than anything else in all of Equestria; he loved them more then he loved gemstones, ice-cream, or even mustaches. Spike would do nothing but eat marshmallows if he could. Unfortunately, that was impossible; there were always thing to do, ponies to meet, places to be, and adventures to have. Lately there’d always seemed to be something getting in between Spike and his marshmallows.

'But not tonight,' Spike thought to himself, 'tonight is a special occasion, and I'm going to treat myself.'

Spike gently ran his claws over the marshmallow’s surface watching as it gave under his touch. The marshmallows surface pushed softly against his claws. Spike smiled as he gently squeezed it between two claws with a smile as its shape distorted at his touch. Nothing is the world could compare to the feeling of marshmallows. Spike loved the feeling against his claws; it was soft to the touch, with a slight give as he pressed his claws into it, and it would push back against his claws in a way that was similar to a spring.

Spike raised his claws it his mouth where he slowly tasted the marshmallow’s flavor off his claws giving him a small taste of what was coming. He moaned softly as he licked his claws clean. Spike loved the flavor more than anything else he had ever tasted, and that was saying something. Spike had grown up in Canterlot as a resident of Celestia's castle where the greatest chiefs gathered from all corners of Equestria in an attempt to impress the princess. He’d grown up eating the finest cooking in the world. He had tasted the cooking of the greatest chiefs from foreign nations. Spike had sampled the finest cuisine all of pony kind could offer, and he found it all bland and tastes when compared to his marshmallow. Not even gemstones, a favorite snack for the dragon, could never excite spike like this sweet dessert.

‘And it’s all mine,’ he thought, ‘I don’t have to share it with anypony else.’

When Spike ate he'd normally attack his food with a vengeance, like with gems or hay fries. It wasn’t uncommon to see Spike swallow gemstones or even entire cakes whole, but that was never the case when he was eating marshmallows. Spike would always take his time to savor the taste, and would try to make the experience last.

Spike quickly finished tasting his claws, moved his snout forward taking a deep breath as he did. 'God I love that smell,’ Spike thought as a shiver traveled down his spine.

Spike gently exhaled a flame just hot enough to roast the marshmallow to perfection but not hot enough to burn it. He had discovered a long time ago that like most foods the taste was improved with the perfect application of dragon fire. The hard part had been learning what the perfect amount was, and he’d destroyed many cupcakes in practice trying to find the perfect flame, not wanting to risk burning his marshmallows.

Spike's treat was now, finally, ready and he firmly held it between his claws as he took his first taste test dragging his long forked tongue from the base to the top in one swift motion. Spike let out a pleased hum as the marshmallows taste filled his mouth. Spike could feel his hunger slowly building up inside him as he continued to lick his marshmallow all over covering it with his spit. It was a deep primal hunger that welled up within his chest. It felt like a fire was burning with in him. It was a desire he only felt only when he was eating marshmallows, and made him want to devour it then and there.

'Wait just a little longer,' he thought trying to fight of his hunger.

Spike finding his marshmallow sufficiently covered in his saliva and wanting a bit more began to gently nibble on his marshmallow. Spike began nibbling around the edges, and slowly worked his way in towards the center where he took a big bite right off the top. Spike could feel his hunger ever growing, but managed to fight it off wanting to make this last as long as possible. Spike began twisting his tongue around his marshmallow only allowing himself to take the occasional nibble.

Spike was finding it harder and harder to control himself, he needed more. His hunger was rapidly growing, and almost demanded he finished this now, but he settled with pitching, and prodding his marshmallow as he nibbled along the top gently. Spike found his senses being assaulted by his marshmallow. His hunger burned in his chest. It was becoming too much; Spikes mind was began going blank. He just couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

In one motion Spike took the entire marshmallow into his mouth, his fangs sinking into its surface. Spikes mouth literally flooded with the taste. He moaned as he lost himself to the experience as he wrapped his tongue completely around the marshmallow. He just held it there for a moment savoring the taste as he hummed softly before taking a deep breath and swallowing his marshmallows full flavor.

Having finished his meal Spike brought a cloth to his mouth to wipe away the generous amount of spit, and any other mess that had accumulated from his snout. Having finished cleaning up Spike examined the prone figure before him. Rarity was lying on her back with a full blush adorning her cheeks, and a pillow held against her snout to muffle her cries of pleasure.

Spike climbed up over Rarity before leaning to whisper, “Happy birthday Rarity,” as he stole a kiss.

Rarity moved her pillow to the side as spike pulled her into his arms as he lied down next to her in bed.

“Did my little marshmallow enjoy herself?” Spike asked as he began to pepper her neck with kisses.

Rarities quickly responded with a smack to Spike shoulder.

“You know I hate it when you call me that,” she said as her eyes began to close.

Spike chuckled as he pulled Rarity into his embrace where when nuzzled into his neck before falling into a peaceful slumber.

“I love you,” Spike softly whispered into the ear of his sleeping angel before he began to nod off himself.

Spike smiled as he drifted into slumber, and he heard a barely audible whisper that only a dragon would with their improved hearing would have caught, and it said, “I love you too.”