Spike eats a marshmallow

by motser

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Spike, Comedy, Rarity, Random, Slice of Life, Sex
Length: 2195

It's just Spike Eating a Marshmallow

It's just Spike Eating a Marshmallow

Published 2013-01-07 02:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-22 04:05:37 UTC

Seriously there is nothing dirty happening here

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.”

Rarity Eats a Popsicle

I can't believe I'm doing this Rarity thought as she eyed the cherry popsicle in front of her. It's so uncouth darling She reminded herself, What would your clients in Canterlot think if they saw you now? she made a good point. but another part of her argued it's just so damn hot.

In the end that was all the motivation Rarity needed. She relented pulling the popsicle towards her, and slowly licking from the base to the tip. She suppressed a moaned as the taste assaulted her senses. It was taking all of her control to keep herself from shoving the entirety of the rod down her throat.

Come now Rarity she thought If you’re going to do this you can at least pretend to be civil.

Rarity opened her lips to daintily suck at the popsicles tip as her magic held her mane out of the way. She let out a soft hum of satisfaction her tongue lightly circling the tip. She found the taste very satisfying, and almost enjoyed the dirty feeling the act gave her as she started lowering her head down the shaft, bobbing it up and down sucking lightly as she did. Rarity was finding it increasingly difficult to hold herself back. She was quit surprised at how much she enjoyed this act, wanting to shove the popsicle in all the way as the taste tickled her senses. A part of her thought it was odd that an activity that was supposed to help her cool off only seemed to make her hotter. She gagged slightly as the tip was forced against the back of her mouth. She immediately pulled it out discussed with herself for not noticing how much had entered her.

Rarity couldn't help but imagine the disapproving looks on the faces of the Canterlot elite if they could see what she was doing. For some reason the thought only made her enjoy the act more; her pace increased as she bobbed her head on the red rod. She pushed it in all the way, and just held it there sucking on it as it melted into her mouth. She tried to swallow it all but she could still feel it running down her chin and throat. She felt dirty as the Popsicle dribbled down her chin. Rarity was surprised to find herself enjoying the feeling. The sensation only adding to her enjoyment as she pulled out the popsicle, suckling at the tip. She gave a slow lick before biting off the tip, enjoying the flavor in her mouth.

Rarity froze mid chew as a chuckle reached her from the dragon standing in the door way of the boutiques kitchen. Her eyes went wide as Spike entered the room. Her surprised expression combined with the half eaten popsicle hanging in her magic and dripping down her face gave her the appearance of a young filly caught doing something she wasn't supposed to.

"You look ridiculous," Spike chuckled as he walked over to the sink filling a glass with water.

"I well it's hot and well you know the air-conditioning's broken. I just well um figured I'd have a snack to try and cool off," Rarity stammered trying to explain herself. "What'd the repair pony say?" She asked trying to regain some composure.

"He said that it's just an old system. He can probably get it working again but it'll only be a temporary fix and you should look into getting a new one." Spike set his now empty glass down. "Now then let’s get you cleaned up," he said his shifting into a seductive tone as he approached her.

"Spike what are you ah," Rarity gasped as Spike leaned in dragging his tongue over the line of cherry syrup dripping down Rarity's chin. Spike worked his was up carefully cleaning Rarity of the sticky mess in her fur, and making her blush. Spike kissed Rarity licking around her mouth before pulling away leaving behind a very flustered Rarity.

"I think you missed a spot," Rarity said panting slightly.

Rarity brought the frozen treat to her chest dragging it across and leaving a sticky red trail as she did. Spike dutifully began licking her clean following the line she drew down her chest. Rarity began moaning softly feeling Spikes hot breath against her skin where only moments before there had been a frozen snack. Rarity continued to trace lines in her fur continually getting lower down her chest as the scent of her arousal mixed with the smell of sweat in the air. Rarity stopped thinking focusing only on the sensations as the popsicle drifted closer to her marehood.

"Ahem."

The couple froze in shock, Spike halfway down Rarity's chest his tongue in mid-lick, and Rarity with her popsicle held firmly against her belly millimeters away from her clit. It took them a moment to process what was happening. There standing in the door way was the repairpony who'd unknowingly walked in on the two. Spike quickly sat up pulling himself away from Rarity who'd quickly moved the popsicle away from herself.

"Well I got the air conditioning working," the clearly uncomfortable repair pony said, "but like I was telling Spike the units old, and there’s a good chance it'll break down again soon."

"Thank you," said a very embarrassed Rarity. "Allow me to show you out."

"No need miss," he insisted as Rarity started to get up, "I know the way out, and I'll um lock the door on my way out." The rapairpony said as he rushed out of the boutique as if his tail was on fire.

"Now where was I," said Spike as he leaned in.

"Sorry Spike," Rarity said pushing him away gently, "but that kind of ruined the mood."

Spike sat back and studied Rarity for a moment as she sucked on what was left of her popsicle before he spoke, "You know that'll stain your fur if you don't wash it out soon."

Rarity was upstairs and in the shower before her popsicle had a chance to hit the ground. Spike chuckled as he caught the popsicle moments before it hit the floor and ate what was left. Spike tossed the stick into the trash as he left the kitchen heading for the bathroom with the intent of helping his mare get clean and, hopefully, get dirty in the process.

Author's Note

I'm sorry this should never have been a thing.