Today was a very nervous day for me. After the minor fiasco on Hearts Warming Eve, and the whole sodomy of Spike, we felt compelled to try it for real. For me, I mean. It was pleasurable to an extent, it was more or less the dirty feeling and the fact that Twilight's clit was rubbing against my own that truly got to me the first time. Otherwise, it was unbearable due to having both of Spike's erections stretching me open wide. Looking to rectify that error, I presented the idea to him and he was nervous. It sure didn't take much prodding or begging but alas, he has come around to the idea. All I had to do was suck up to him a whole bunch until he couldn't take it anymore. Although I burst with excitement, he remains exhausted after my oral negotiations regarding the terms and prerequisites.
Pardon the puns but I'm in too good a mood to not make a minor quip now and then. Spike himself has grown tired of it as well yet he always seems to come around soon enough. He's such a doll.
To start, as soon as I flipped the closed sign, Spike hoisted me over his shoulders, a little shriek escaping my lips. After recovering from the sudden motion, I glanced down and ran my hooves over his spines and back, feeling the muscles beneath his scales. His right shoulder twitched and I could feel it moving against my belly. It moved once more as his right hand slapped against my rear, pressed against the soft cheeks as they jiggled. I winced, as a chilled feeling ran up my spine and an odd tingling coursed throughout my lower half as Spike's hand felt cool against my rear.
"You're certainly eager compared to yesterday," I commented, allowing a tiny grin to appear on my face as my mind flushed with those dirty thoughts.
"It just took a bit of thinking and a whole day of watching your flank wiggle. It's something I'm used to but you still leave me with enough to stay invested," Spike responded, carrying us up the stairs.
"B-but we are prepared this time, right?" I asked, my hind legs twitching as his fingers softly squeezed the flesh.
"I am and I'm going to go at your pace, alright, sweetie?" Spike's voice was soft yet it echoed softly throughout my mind.
I could feel my body grow warm as if it would melt any second. Those words comforted me immensely, enough that my nervous panting subsided enough to let me hear Spike's heartbeat. He was just as nervous as I was judging by the pounding inside his chest. I closed my eyes and let my ear take in that beautiful sound... feel that wonderful heat radiating off his body.
"Spike, I wish we could stay like this forever," I whispered, softly rubbing his belly.
"We... can in the future, but for now, we can test the waters," Spike's voice responded just as softly as I've come to expect.
When I opened my eyes, I had found him setting me atop my own bed, my head sinking into the velvety pillows. I only had three sets of this kind, the current one exclusively for... private interactions. The stains were reserved for this set. The moans and cries were reserved for this set. Every time my dress or lingerie has been torn off, cast aside with my legs spread... was for this set. This wasn't just my set; it was Spike and I's set. I glanced to my left, staring at the edge of the bed before I ran a hoof over it. It was the toughest stain to get out mostly because we left it overnight when Twilight had visited.
I felt the bed below me shift slightly as two hands placed on both sides sunk in and my gaze turned towards the boy holding himself above me. He stared down at me nervously once more, old times reflecting in both our eyes. It was just like that same night we first made love. Both of us trembling, eager and horny without the ability to remain calm... yet we both forced it and powered through... because we both knew the possibilities we could do. Granted, I was hoping we could engage in anal experimentation under a different circumstance but we can't have our cake and eat it too. And then Spike wanted me to 'exact revenge', in his words... and now we're here, and I'm ready to try again for him.
I blinked once and Spike began coughing. His face reddened and he turned away, covering his mouth. I giggled, feeling my forelegs go weak as a feeling of being lightheaded washed over me. I softly closed my eyes as my heart fluttered and lips twitched with each giggle, covering my mouth with a trembling hoof. Partially opening my eyes, I saw Spike with a small grin set his hand next to me and slowly face me once again. His slits seemed to shrink into mere lines for a moment before softening. Bending his arms, he leaned forward, his eyes closing along with my own. Rather than feel that same feeling of his lips against my own, I felt his bottom jaw bump into my snout and his tongue loll out against the bridge of my nose. Opening my eyes, he had missed his mark entirely. In response, his eyes shot open and he pushed himself back hard, sitting up as he covered his mouth with both hands before sliding them further up, engulfing himself in a face palm.
"Spike, you are the cutest little thing," I whispered, certain my voice would squeak if I raised it even a little. His fingers slid down, exposing his eyes. Shortly after, his hands moved once more to reveal his trembling smile and he leaned forward, resting his hands on the bed once more. I lifted my head up in the same motions I would to plant a kiss on his cheek. Instead, I softly nibbled on his earlobe and before I leaned back, I felt an explosion of excitement in my mind and I found myself dare to utter one line. "And I'm glad you're the only one who will ever bury his thick, draconic cocks inside my soft, lucious ass."
Satisfied, I allowed my head to plop back onto the pillow as Spike's jaw opened up, his eyes slightly widened. Within seconds, I could feel two warm, bumpy objects grinding against my two folds before pressing up against my clit. It made me shiver and shudder with excitement... yet before I could come down off the pleasures coursing through me, his lips planted on my neck and began sucking on the flesh and fur present, that amazing tongue slithering around against my skin in a teasing manner. Rather than stick to one spot, he tilted his head back and moved down, dragging his tongue tortuously down my neck. I shivered with every little movement he made as his hands shifted once, scaled wrists caressing my sides before his digits slid underneath my back and one of his hands trailed up my spine. Light sensations rocked my mind and I felt like I could pass out there... but Spikey would never let that.
Slowly, his fingers started pressing into my flesh and once again, I felt like I could melt. Kisses peppered my chest, getting lower along with his hands as they pressed into my rump. Tense muscles faded away to those magical fingers and I felt like I owed Spike. Or, I would if it wasn't for the fact that he would be in marshmallow heaven, so to speak.
Count on Spike to made a sudden movement; I expected it but as usual I never was ready for it. His hands slid down my rear and stopped just past my Cutie Marks. Leaning back, he tugged on my lower half until I was practically resting on my neck. I kept my eyes clenched shut, not wanting to watch simply because I know what will happen will be lovely.
Holding me up, he pressed his snout right against my labia, lips being spread and his voluntarily opening. He exhaled a hot breath over my lower lips; a tactic that always made me shiver. However, he was panting and drooling; his hot saliva coated my lips and felt magnificent against me. His tongue followed shortly after and I could tell Spike was forsaking his swift, careful tact in exchange for a lust-fueled sloppy movements; his tongue dragged across my labia, across my clit, across my inner walls and I shuddered in response. It doesn't matter what he does... simple contact from his long, forked tongue and the knowledge that Spike was abusing his position was all I needed to turn me on.
'Only Spike gets to taste me, and he knows it. He knows what I'd do for him... I'm his little slut,' I thought, biting my lip to suppress a squeal.
His mouth opened wider, holding the entirety of my opening in his mouth. Sometimes, I forgot how big his mouth was... and I'm grateful. Otherwise I would have expected the pure heat coming from his mouth, his tongue and saliva. I laid there, squirming and whining like the little slut I am as Spike held me in place, his unpredictable tongue pressing against my flesh. My orgasm edged closer the more he proceeded... but, as usual, Spike pulled back before I came to my climax.
Releasing my plump rear, I plopped down against the bed, panting heavily as Spike started to eye my body. Fluttering my eyes open, our gazes met and I closed my eyes yet again. Feeling a tingling in my head, a light sound echoed in the room and I felt my magic wrap around several objects. I set them on the bed and opened my eyes once more. Spike's gaze was turned to them before his head tilted towards me. His eyes were still focused on the object as he reached over, grabbing a small bottle of light-yellow gel. His gaze turned to me and I did my best to smile. I learned now that his two phallus' had been pinned between the bed and my own plump rear. They twitched and I felt a tingling in my pelvis. Closing my eyes, I imagined the sensations of being spread open and thrust into... and I imagined how Spike would respond.
He would press my face into the pillows without any care for my comfort. Ruthless and gunning for one thing... to ravish my rear entrance. Forcibly spread my cheeks and penetrate me. And he wouldn't wait; just like Heart's Warming Eve... he would thrust into me repeatedly. Back and forth, as hard as his little body would allow. It hurt... but the way he used me was such a marvellous thought.
I opened my eyes just as he dropped the bottle of gel. His hands reached around, brushing over my Cutie Marks for a moment before his fingers encased my rump. With a swift motion, he flipped me over onto my front. As he did, I adjusted my forelegs so I wasn't laying on them. My face was pressed into the pillows, eyes wide open as I released a hot series of pants into the fabric. My fore hooves slowly slid under the pillows as I could feel my heartbeat pounding.
'O-oh my gosh, he's really going to fulfill that fantasy!' I thought.
My fore hooves grasped the sheets, clenching them tightly as my eyelids partially closed; his hands brushed over my flank and I shuddered immediately. I could feel my lips growing wet, fluids seeping onto the bedsheets—our bedsheets. I heard a very faint chuckle from Spike before his hands clasped against my jiggly cheeks. My whole body tensed up and I drew a sharp breath. Spike's thumbs rubbed my cheeks before his fingers pressed against my flesh. He spread my cheeks and I felt like my heart would jump out of my chest in response. I could feel it pounding harder than ever and I could feel the cold atmosphere of the room against my rear entrance. It was odd, but it kept what was about to occur in my mind. Spike's thumbs kept my cheeks spread while his fingers proceeded to jiggle the flesh. I began to heavily pant into the pillows prompting Spike to laugh.
"Rarity, I am going to fuck you so hard, your legs will be putty," Spike's voice whispered into my ear.
My breath was caught in my throat as his thumbs spread my cheeks as wide as they would go... and immediately, I felt his phallus' press against my opening. He had apparently lubed up while I was busy fantasizing and quickly, I tilted my head just enough so my left eye could see Spike. He had a wide, toothy grin aimed right at me, slitted pupils locked with my own eyes. He grunted once, giving a light thrust that spread my sphincter. I tensed up as the teasing sensation coursed up my spine and turned back towards the pillow, burying my face in the fluffy velvet softness.
"Holy... this is going to feel amazing," Spike whispered.
He fell forward, pressing his belly against my back and resting his head on my left shoulder. His hands remained spreading my cheeks and he gave out a rough grunt. His two phallus' pushed in just a little more and I felt as if I could orgasm at any given moment.
"Oh—" Another rough grunt, another thrust, another failed chance at entering me. "My—" His entire weight against my own, pinning me to our bed. I closed my eyes and imagined how Spike must have felt... before reverting to my first line of thought.
"I'm gonna give it to you good," he growled between his teeth, one final thrust being all that was needed
"GOD!" I screamed
He let out a similar pleasured shout as he inserted his two phallus' into my rear, burying them both to the hilt. The little nubs brushed against me and I could feel them twitching, precum and gel lube coating my insides. There was no pain at all... just a dirty slut taking it for her boy. Spike's hands no longer kept my rear spread and slid them up my barrel, wrapping them around my forelegs as he continued up before settling on my hooves. I could hear his snarling... his thick, rough growling in my ear as if he were a dog protecting his food. Rough chuckles could be picked out amongst the thick grunts escaping through his teeth.
"Beg for it," he demanded in a low whisper.
"B-beg for it?" I squeaked out in a barely audible, muffled voice.
He snorted once, letting out a loud growl into the room as his muscles tensed up. His legs spread slightly as he positioned himself to move. I almost didn't do what he said. I almost wanted to let him stay there because I was one-hundred percent certain I was not going to last. He was going to ruin sex for me permanently by giving me the greatest fuck I could have ever experienced... but I knew he was going to do it eventually.
"Please, Spike... fuck your little bitch, big boy," I whispered, not attempting any sort of accent or edge. "Please, I need this! I need it so much!"
His body tensed up and he pulled back. I felt his nubs brush against my inner walls and nearly drive me to orgasm there, but I knew what was going to happen. He would merely proceed even if I had come to climax there. Just as soon as he pulled back, however, he thrust back in, squeaking the bed, pressing me into it as the springs bounced. I let out something reminiscent of a moan mixed with a choke as my limbs grew weak. Spike's fingers remained somehow delicately wrapped around my hooves. It was the sheer opposite of Spike's lower half as he savagely began to pump back and forth, constantly snarling and growling in my ears, letting out moans and groans synchronized with my own.
Each time he thrust in, spreading me apart with vigour, my moans increased in value. I dare say, I could only imagine a stallion such as Big Mac to have vigour that comes close to Spike. He was relentless and keeping in tune with his words, I was certain my legs were now putty.
It was then when I felt a strong feeling well up in my pelvis, my soaked pussy drizzling fluids onto the bed about to gush a torrent after. My eyes opened and my mouth opened up as if to scream only to remain silent, a cry building up inside as the warm feeling welled up in one area. Each thrust caused me to brush my clit against the bed and my mind went blank, horn sizzling and head feeling light.
"Rarity, if you cum without my permission, you're going to clean it up," Spike growled in my ear.
I turned to him, his half-lidded eyes glaring at me yet betrayed by the smirk on his face. I gritted my teeth to him as I found the strength to speak up.
"How is a lady supposed to cum when the big bad widdle dragon flopping about? I thought you were going to fuck me, Spikey-wikey," I whispered, punctuating the words with a kiss on his snout.
Spike's hands released their grip on my fore hooves and leaned back enough so he was balanced on his knees. He stopped thrusting and glanced down, spotting the reddened cheeks and his cocks that remained buried inside my rear entrance. My orgasm once again subsided and sometime around then, it clicked that Spike was going to wreck me.
I tensed up once more in some sort of fruitless attempt to brace for the feeling. It was unusual but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping for a painful feeling... and not in the strictly "ouch it hurts!" I want to really feel him spreading me wide and thrusting into me, fully knowing he has me pinned and at his mercy. I think I quite fancy being used by Spike... it feels dirty to be brought down and abused like a toy and I love it. To think I once considered Spike a mere child with a silly little crush... ooh, I am so glad that I am dead wrong.
Spike leaned forward, holding himself up on all fours while I felt his tips shift inside my entrance. I groaned briefly, feeling a sensation from the brief movement that sent shivers up my spine and removed all thought from my head.
Right after, he began to growl as he started to repeatedly pump back and forth. The pace, consistent, was rough and hard as if he didn't care about me. I knew he did deep down and I knew he was going to give me the ride of my life. I grunted each time he hilted and I slowly turned my heat with what little control I had over my body. I couldn't keep my eyes open but I managed to force one open; I wanted to see it. And I did; each time he pulled back, out of the corner of my eye, I watched him pull back as I felt it... and watched him thrust back in. Each time, I felt the bed springs below creak each time.
Spike slid his hands towards my body, lifting until his left was placed on my hand, while his right... his fingers slid between my locks; my glorious, purple curls, the hair I consider my life... then he clenched his fingers and gave a firm tug. My head was jerked back and I felt a slight sting in my scalp before I realized that it wasn't so much the fact that it hurt... but it's the sensation of being punished. I questioned his stallionhood and, just as planned, he immediately went to work... asserting himself over me. Asserting his utter domination over me.
His hand remained pressed against my back, holding me to the bed while he rapidly thrust in and out of my soft rear, squeaks, squeals and moans and shrieks and all sorts of screams came from my mouth, all while it was muffled in the pillows yet enhanced by the rough treatment I was receiving. This was quite possibly the fastest he has ever pounded my rear.
"AH! Hnng, yes, YES!" I shrieked into the pillows as Spike snarled in my ear. "S-SPIKEY, plea—PLEAse take it easy on me!" Another thrust and I felt myself grinding against the bed; sweat accumulating between us. A stupid grin appeared on my face as I let my tongue loll out on the sheets, my eyes lazily remaining half open as I stared blankly into the pillowcase fabric. "P-please, I'm shorry," I slurred, feeling my entire body burning with anticipation and lust. No part of me hated this. No part of me regretted Heart's Warming Eve, even if he was more rough and feral than before.
"I didn't know your tight ass would feel this good," Spike growled, his sloppy wet tongue sticking out and licking the side of my face. He was just as gone in the passion and sensations as I was, that same stupid, drunken grin on his face. Even now, his saliva, trailing all over my cheeks and ear felt glorious. "Any second, I'm going to pump your marshmallow hole with cum," he quietly snarled into my ear as he resumed nipping at my neck, tugging at my hair.
My eye turned back towards my rear as I processed his words. My breaths slowed down as much as they could without being fatal, coming in quick, sharp intervals as my eyes widened and a big grin appeared on my face. I let out a light giggle that briefly rose in pitch each time Spike bottomed out inside me.
'Soon, I'm going to be plugged with his seed.' I bit my lip as Spike stopped the longer thrusts, moving his hand from my back. He pressed his body against my own and continued at the same speed as before, merely quicker, smaller, more rough thrusts. I was certain I would cum at any second... although I felt like that the entire time. Whenever I did it, I was sure it would feel far better than anything I could potentially fantasize about.
Out of nowhere, I felt a sensation against my lower lips. Something stiff and hard prodding against them until they spread; the scales, spines and tip told me that his tail was joining the fun. We both knew it was beyond the size allowable for entry... but instead, it went to work roughly grinding against my clit. I let out a high-pitched screech and attempted to wiggle, move away to prolong this feeling but Spike held me down.
"We're cumming at the same time. If you cum before or after me, then I'm really going to wreck your ass," Spike softly chuckled in my ear before growing more raspy... more beastly in tone.
I whimpered, whining softly as my eyes started to tear up. I wasn't sad or in pain anymore... but I was so breathless and excited that I could pass out. I fell full... and high on pleasure as each little nub brushed against my inner walls. His tail continued spreading my lips, fluids drizzling onto the bed and an orgasm rapidly building up. Spike's grunts continued coming in rapidly, just as much as his thrusts.
Rather than hold out on my orgasm, I failed to listen to Spike's words as I felt his phallus' throbbing. The heat coming from it surprised me; I was not used to this feeling and I screamed into the pillow as I felt almost burning fluids coat my inner walls. It came out in too much volume; the weirdest... yet glorious feeling of being filled up occurred and I opened my mouth, unable to hold back a wide grin as I remained silent, unable to squeak as the feeling made my brain go numb.
Spike merely growled nonstop in my hear, whole body tense as he pulled back, slamming back in several times as he came from his climactic high. Before long, I could feel my canal filled up to the point where it almost spilled out. His phallus' throbbed a few more times, the white liquid no longer spurting out with the same force as before. Spike let out a large sigh, his hot breath caressing my neck; that combined with his sudden removal of his lovely phallus' from my rear sent a shiver up my spine and a moan out my mouth as I lost my own tenseness. Spike almost fell limp, resting atop me as we both heavily panted, our mouths close to one another. Without looking or any prompting, we both tilted our heads just enough for him to kiss me.
It then dawned on me that I have not reached climax yet; the feeling faded from my body and I could feel myself growing desperate. I was too focused on him filling me up to notice and I glanced back just as Spike pushed himself to his knees. I couldn't roll over even if I wanted to, but I was able to glance back at my rear. I reached back my left foreleg and pressed it against my soft left cheek and spread it, Spike grinning as he examined the view I gave him.
"Rarity, we forgot something," he whispered before gulping once.
"What is it?" I barely got out with a raspy voice.
His hands slapped against my rear, a loud crack from the impact sounding and I shrieked, feeling the burn linger on my rump as his cool hands continued to grope my rear. After a a few more seconds, he rolled me onto my back and I felt relief as well as disappointment; it was cool on my tummy yet I missed the warmth. My concern faded as soon as I locked my eyes on Spike's; a devious smirk.
"You never came," Spike grinned.
My eyes drifted downward, seeing his phallus' still twitching, cum drizzling down the sides before he lifted my rear up. I squeaked as I felt his tips pressing against my rear entrance once more and my mouth fell agape, words unable to leave my mouth yet I tried to force them.
"Spikey-wikey, d-does this mean—"
I was cut off by a single thrust... and I never spoke or walked again once that night. I don't think I really cared, either.