A city radiating the light of high-rise buildings and all kinds of festivals on the ground level did not disrupt the penthouses near the centre. The ponies that could afford the glamourous lifestyles sat in the top along with a lucky few saps that had won a paid-stay at whatever hotel it was.
Rarity was one such pony who could use merely her name to get what she wanted, and that sat well with Spike. The dragon jumped on the big bed in the room, messing it up entirely. He bounced on it rapidly, chuckling like a wild child each time he fell. Every now and then, he'd do a spin during a jump and catch a glimpse of the nighttime in the city of Trotonto.
After expressing all of his energy, he stumbled onto the bed, exhaustively burying his face into the pillows. He sighed, sniffing the fresh, alien scent as his mind settled from the excited jumping. He rolled over on the bed and stared at the ceiling, having a flashback to the special moment he shared with Rarity. He sighed, grabbing the blankets with both arms and wrapping it around himself. He rolled around until the entire bed was messed up and the blankets and sheets mummified him. Giggling like a child, he realized he was stuck. He shook several times before realizing he was stuck. He grunted several times, shifting along the bed before he started to roll furiously. He kept rolling, right off the bed and hit the floor with a thud. He sighed coarsely, and accepted his fate.
The door opened to the hotel room and Spike almost jumped with glee. He craned his neck and stared at the door eagerly as it seemingly opened in slow motion. The door finally opened to it's entirety, and Rarity stepped through, clad in her best stylish urban uniform. Even through the sunglasses she wore, Spike could see her eyes rolling during her sigh. He sheepishly grinned as the white mare stepped forward.
"I swear, you would lose your tail without me," she responded as her horn lit up, levitating Spike into the air.
The blankets and sheets unravelled, and Spike was set down gently. He shook himself, feeling the static. He looked back at the blankets as Rarity reset the bed as well as the other one due to Spike's hopping. He looked down, smirked devilishly, and shuffled across the floor slowly towards Rarity. Just as she finished setting the bed, Spike reached forward and touched Rarity, giving her a light shock.
She let out a shriek, jumping from the startling sensation just as Spike keeled over, resisting his laughter. Rarity looked down at him, doing her best to seem angry at the dragon. As she failed, Spike stumbled to his feet, pulling himself on the bed.
"Sorry, I just haven't seen normal beds like this. The only one I know that's like this is your bed, and all of this makes me wonder why I sleep in a rickety old basket," Spike said, sighing as he sunk into the bed's mattress.
Rarity giggled, levitating her uniform off as well as her saddlebags. "Maybe you should talk Twilight into getting you a queen sized bed. I'm sure that would work swimmingly," she responded as she slumped onto the bed next to Spike.
Spike snorted. "I'll get right on that, and while I'm at it, I'll ask Princess Celestia to forfeit the throne."
Rarity shook her head. "Now Spike, sarcasm can only be taken so far."
Sighing, Spike rolled into Rarity's side, and gently set his right arm onto her soft barrel.
"Sarcasm is my arch-nemesis then," he responded.
Rarity rolled her eyes again before gently wrapping her hooves around Spike, caressing his smooth, scaly head. Sighing in bliss, the dragon responded by shuffling up on the bed, resting his head just under Rarity's. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and stopped.
Both Spike and Rarity held each other, adjusting to the temperature of the others' body. Minutes went by, followed by hours. They missed the dinner call, but neither made a fuss about it. Spike continued caressing Rarity's white furred chest before he felt his chest constrict. He felt the familiar pressure building in his chest and his eyes snapped open. His face started glowing red, and he looked up with his eyes to see Rarity's face inches away, her eyes shut with her mouth bent into a clean smile.
Spike gulped, and opened his mouth. His breath must have caught her attention, because she opened her eyes too. She gazed at Spike, sliding him up with her forehooves so their eyes met on level. The blush was apparent on both of their faces, and Spike gulped once more. Rarity leaned in closer with Spike following suit, their lips slowly touching.
Communication without words was one of the many benefits of love, exploited to the fullest between these two. Spike let his mind rest while his mouth worked with Rarity's. Closing his eyes, he gently nibbled Rarity's bottom lip, lightly biting it, caressing it with his tongue, anything his mouth could do while Rarity giggled, letting him explore. She was more experienced when it came to kissing, yet playing the part of teacher without request wouldn't be treating him like the grown up she claimed him to be.
Spike tried numerous things, but found gently suckling on her tongue to excite her more; each time he did, she let out a moan, exhaling sweetly over his snout. Her breath teased his nose, so he continued his current tactic, savouring the scent as well as the taste of her saliva. He slid his left arm under her neck and wrapped both around her, hugging her closely.
After several minutes, Spike stopped, panting hard as his heart beat ferociously in his chest. His breaths became sweet defibrillators to the pleasure, keeping him from passing out there, and he opened his eyes, pressing his face against the side of her's.
"I'm like a child, getting excited over some fillyhood crush and exhausting himself over a simple task," Spike commented quietly, caressing her coat gently.
Rarity nuzzled him, wrapping her hindlegs around his. "Mmm, Spike, don't berate yourself. Believe it or not, I'm struggling to breathe at a normal pace. I find it fascinating to let you explore; it's an interesting way to connect."
Spike nodded slightly, leaning back. He looked down, she looked down. Rarity bit her lip, raising her head slightly to meet Spike's coincidental gaze. He gulped as his excitement jumped all over the place. Rarity felt her breaths becoming shorter and shorter as her heart pounded inside her chest. She took a deep breath and exhaled, releasing her tight grip on Spike, and he did the same. She rolled onto her back, crossing her hindlegs while looking at Spike excitedly, feeling her face grow hotter as they stared at each other with her in such a position. Spike's claws twitched nervously as he gulped again.
"So, go ahead and explore, Spikey-wikey. We've got all night," she said in a sultry voice.
Spike almost passed out from the sensation that waved through his mind, but he quickly refocused and rolled off his side onto his limbs and slowly positioned his body over Rarity so her neck was right in front of his face. Rarity eagerly anticipated his first move, having to bite her lip to keep from panting like a bitch in heat.
Spike leaned in, and opened his mouth centimetres away from her neck. She opened her mouth, holding a breath in as she awaited contact. Her entire mind became flushed with sensations, only to be completely shocked in a second. Spike gently bit her neck with his sharp fangs, soliciting a surprised yelp from the mare below him. He pressed a little harder, loosening up his ferocious grip on her neck while his tongue licked the area dripping with his saliva. He released his grip and bit another area on her neck doing the same process. Rarity gasped each time, refusing to tense up from the surprising sensation.
It wasn't like BDSM, she wasn't being spanked for pleasure, but she found a new excitement that completely overwhelmed whatever fantasies she cooked up under her bedsheets. Spike's teeth were sharp enough to penetrate her skin with ease, and the wrong move on either one's part would result in a literal bloody mess. The feeling of being in danger as an expression of love was alien to her yet not unwelcome. She felt her mind spiking with adrenaline every time Spike's teeth gently tugged at her neck, knowing that any second, she could require a hospital visit.
Spike's teeth continued toying with her neck over the course of several minutes, with Rarity's adrenaline high never ceasing. She felt that same rush as Spike continued, and since it lasted so long, he obviously knew that Rarity was liking it. The lack of a complaint or any attempt to shove him off was evidence enough, but her shivering and heartbeat formed the wood... and still, the nail of the coffin was the fact that his foot, resting just on Rarity's lower mound, was starting to soak.
He let go, and released his long held-in breath, latching his claws into her sides. It wasn't sharp, but it was enough to make Rarity gasp from the sensation. He pushed himself up to a hands-and-knees position, and looked down at Rarity's neck. Several damp areas remain with matted fur from his teeth bites. He coarsely panted over her chest, drooling through his euphoria. Rarity panted excitedly, unable to keep her eyes opened. She became cross-eyed, letting out several moans during her panting. Spike's drooling onto her chest only served to excite her more.
Spike looked down Rarity's chest, letting out a possessive growl as he saw his prize right above her mound. He slid his body down, dragging his claws through Rarity's fur. He looked at her body, and spotted her perky teats just above her oozing white lips. His claws released itself from her fur, and immediately latched onto her teats. He massaged them hard enough to confirm their firmness as well as pinch the nipples, but as usual, not hard enough to make Rarity double over in pain.
Rarity found this sensation alien as did the last, and she didn't fight this either. She never had any sexual experiences, and experiencing this many new sensations in the time frame of half an hour set her on the edge of her greatest climax. She never thought it would be possible, but the feelings she felt towards Spike as well as his sensual touch drove her crazy. His more coarse approach almost finished her off minutes immediately, but she bit her lip and calmed herself.
Spike grit his teeth, ducked his head, and latched onto her nipples with his lips, clamping them between the soft flesh. He pressed down harder, giving them a gentle pinch. Rarity refused the urge to move her legs, causing any additional rubbing between her legs. Spike continued to suckle on her nipples, caressing the teats with his claws before he started massaging the other ones. His mouth switched to the nipple next to it, and he began to suck on it like a foal, licking the area with his forked tongue.
Surprised by how long she lasted, she stopped fighting and merely let the pleasure shoot through her mind. She loved this, Spike obsessed over it, there was no reason to avoid it. Eventually, Spike did stop his massaging and suckling, and sat up, looking to the ceiling of the room. He panted, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as drool left his mouth, dripping down onto her wet mound.
The room started to smell of the wetness and sweat of excitement, which only excited Spike more. This freedom over the object of his desires was empowering, and the scent of the room reminded him that he was the cause. It reminded him that he brought this scenario, and the scent of Rarity's excitement made him violently shiver, buckling over from the tingling in his spine. He fell face first into Rarity's fur as his arms drooped to her side.
Rarity gasped excitedly as Spike's near full-body contact sent similar shivers down her spine. Spike's claws latched back into her fur, and Spike pressed his snout hard into Rarity's coat, and took a deep whiff. Her natural scent mixed with her perfume, sweat, and juices caused him to shiver again, and once he exhaled next, he immediately sniffed her fur once more. He dragged his snout all across her chest, taking in her scent like a bouquet of flowers. Rarity shuddered as he sniffed her, feeling more excited since the chances of him smelling her love juices was high... it was an arousing sensation, and she wanted nothing more than to let her love explore her body like a toy.
She liked that thought. She wasn't just Spike's lover. She was his plaything. His science project; exploration of the sensual physical contact involved with acts of sex. She was his test tubes, free for him to try whatever combination he felt like it... just like earlier; nibbling her neck. Testing her reaction to the feeling of danger. The feeling of sharp teeth probing her neck. She was Spike's toy, and she stopped arguing with her body. Her loins were on fire, almost going numb from the intense pleasure running through her hindlegs and pelvis. The feeling of Spike's heat on her lower body almost ruined her ability to form coherent thoughts, and she mentally begged Spike to proceed. She wanted nothing more than for Spike to lavish her.
As if on cue, Spike stopped sniffing her fur. She glanced down, spotting his eyes staring at her chest in slits. Wide open, toothy grin, and his panting indicated he had the same excitement. He knew his role, and he was going to accept it, master it, and abuse it to his fullest extent... and then all ability to form coherent thoughts vanished.
"Spi~ke! Please! Feel me! Love me!" she begged, caressing his head with her forelegs.
He seemed to calm down, retaining his beast-like excitement regardless of what she said. He slid down so he faced her pelvis. She was soaking wet, showing how successful he was at his attempt to please. He smirked, smiling happily at the intense pleasure Rarity was feeling. He looked down at the mound, took a deep breath, and exhaled his hot breath over the mound. Rarity shivered, moaning like a desperate sex addict. Her entire body responded to the breath, her hindlegs moving back and forth on Spike's body in her futile attempt to make him move. Her forelegs rubbed against each other before she bit on a hoof, holding back the screams threatening to escape her lungs.
Spike set his claws on the sides of her lower lips which made Rarity gasp. Her entire body froze up, her hindlegs instinctively closing in towards her body yet stopped by Spike's body. Her forelegs clenched each other tightly and her mouth opened up from the short gasp. Her eyes were wide open, pupils small as could be. She felt her mound twitching, and felt her excitement peak. Spike had her wide open, was staring into her, and was taking in everything he saw. Her shape, how the juices flowed, and from what she could hear, he was practically absorbing her scent into his nose.
Spike chuckled, opened his mouth, and practically slapped his face against her, his nose making instant contact with her clitoris while his tongue stretched forward directly into Rarity's cave. He removed his claws from beside her mounds and quickly slapped them onto her rump. The instant his tongue entered her caves, he began licking the walls inside. Rarity didn't stand a chance.
"AII~E! SPI~KE! SPIKE! OOH!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. Her legs wrapped around Spike's body, and her pelvis caught on fire from the sensation. "SPIKE! YES! TAME IT! TAME MY PUSSY! SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME! HOW MUCH YOU'VE GROWN!"
She continued shrieking, surely waking up whomever sat below them, but she didn't care. She screamed loud enough that one would think her mane was shaved. She howled, and howled, and howled. Spike furiously buried his face into her, his nose rubbing her clitoris furiously while his tongue attacked her inner walls.
Whether Rarity's vulgar talk increased his sex drive or not, he began snarling during his animalistic licks. His claws scratched at Rarity's Cutie Marks, leaving red marks on her skin. Rarity once again felt the rush from when he was biting her neck, and then that was it.
Rarity couldn't even let out a final scream. Her orgasm reached in the midst of an exhale, and she just laid there, her body furiously trembling. She squeaked during her silent gasps, enhanced by Spike himself. He realized his job was done, and any aggressive force was gone, replaced by gentle licks to her white folds and clitoris while his claws gently massaged the pelvic area. Rarity finally let out several quick, sharp gasps as she finally managed to breathe. Her rapid gasps quickly regulated and turned into post-euphoric panting, and she shut her eyes to focus on the fire in her chest. After she stopped gushing fluids, Spike lifted his head, gasping for air. He no longer drooled, panting along with Rarity. He put both claws on her flanks to hold himself up, and looked down at his work.
Rarity's body lay riddled with damp spots on her neck from the biting, his 'sniffing' all over her chest, her teats, and last but not least, her pelvic area lay soaked with juices. Spike saw her chest rising slowly, indicating her normal breaths. He finally gazed at her face, finding it unaffected by their love making. No makeup was off, her hair was fine, and best of all, her lipstick wasn't smudged. She panted lightly, her mouth having a small gap to allow air. Her eyes gently fluttered open and she focused her gaze on Spike. Her face was flushed, and her mind was constantly on edge.
"I take it you were pleased?" Spike asked calmly.
Rarity snorted before starting to laugh entirely, causing Spike to turn in embarrassment. He shook his head before falling over onto the bed, legs sprawled over Rarity's. His phallus twitched gently as he stretched his limbs out on the bed, and he exhaled.
"I'm sorry, Spikey, but it was just adorable in so many ways how you asked that," she replied after calming down. Spike nodded, shifting his body so he was lying against Rarity. She felt his erect muscle probing her thighs, and she turned in the bed to face Spike. She took another look at it before letting out a small gasp. "Oh my, your member looks different than before, Spike. It's got small nibs on it and appears to be growing a second rod entirely."
Spike sheepishly grinned regardless of his own lust for release, holding back in content. "Dragon's use their, uh..." He looked over to Rarity, chuckling awkwardly as she smiled back at him. "They use their penises for the typical things, but apparently once we experience a sexual act whether for pleasure or not, our bodies instantly begin to develop properly for reproduction. The nibs are supposed to... I dunno, make a female less resistant?" Rarity raised an eyebrow and Spike coughed. "Hey, I am a dragon. I wouldn't put it past my species to have such a tactic."
Rarity sighed. "It doesn't matter in this case. It can only enhance our moments, and as for the... 'second one'?"
Spike shrugged. "Maybe female dragons take it in two holes? I'm not too sure."
"That was rather blunt," Rarity responded as she shifted her body into a kneeling position.
"Oh, um, sorry, I just..." he stopped as Rarity set her hoof gently on his soft underbelly. He looked down as she traced circles on his stomach as she went lower.
"Spike, it wouldn't be very lady-like to not return the favour. I wanted nothing more than to repay you for my negligence from before, but I shall abide by your preference of equivalent exchange," she responded, lowering her body so she practically slid along his length.
Spike slowly nodded, closing his mouth to keep his loud breaths from causing too much noise. Rarity looked back down to the dragon's phallus, gently wrapping her white hoof around it. The touch drew a startled twitch from Spike before he looked up at the ceiling, setting his arm across his forehead.
"I may be the one doing the work, but you are still in control, Spikey," Rarity said, gently squeezing the tip.
Spike nodded slowly before shaking furiously. He opened his mouth and immediately felt his chest constricting. This feeling made him smile.
"Many ponies confuse this pressure-like feeling in their chest for love... the fluttering of a heart, some would say. It's actually anxiety," Spike quietly commented, exhaling softly.
"Spike..." Rarity started, biting her lip. "First off, where did you even read that?"
Spike chuckled, shrugging. "I live with a scholar inside a house of knowledge, you pick up on some things."
Sighing, Rarity's grip loosened. "Second, bad time for science class, dear. How would you like it if while you were 'busy,' I gave you a history lesson on fashion?" Spike grumbled out an apology, feeling the awkward tension in the air. Rarity snickered before beginning to stroke. "For that, you can be in control another time."
Spike mentally groaned at himself before he moaned at the sensations. Rarity had a gentle yet firm grip, potentially similar to the care Fluttershy would express towards a baby. The gentle massaging filled Spike's loins and mind with pleasure. Unlike his tactic, Rarity immediately went to work, reminding Spike of who was actually in charge.
He grit his teeth at the thought and held back a coarse exhale. His feeling of superiority was gone, and it was almost angering. He loved Rarity and loved to make her happy... but the feeling of being in charge surged through him previously... pride. He loved the fact that he was in charge, and almost immediately, he felt a growl running out of his chest.
Surprised from the growl, Rarity looked up just in time to see Spike sit up and reach a claw forward, grabbing onto her horn. Rarity's grip was lost entirely and she let out a gasp.
"You said I call the shots, and I didn't say you could be in charge. Nice paradox," Spike said through bared teeth.
Rarity's mouth lolled open and she looked up at Spike with a sultry glare. Spike felt the satisfaction run through his spine again... he was in control, and Rarity knew it. Was this a test? To test his assertiveness, or whether or not Spike would act like the grown up dragon she claimed him to be? Whether or not it was true, he was going to prove it.
He stood up on the bed, pressing the dragonhood against Rarity's cheek. She didn't make any attempt to lick it, but her breathing increased when he did. He tugged on her horn, and she responded by moving her body. She tucked in her forelegs under her barrel and sprawled her hindlegs out on the bed, leaving her hoofs dangling off the edge. Evidence of the lovemaking was visible on her legs, and more was on its way.
Spike stroked Rarity's horn, rubbing the erect member on her cheek. She felt the nibs brushing against her lips as he moved it around, and her eyes shifted to stare at the phallus. Spike pulled back and traced the tip over her lips just as her eyes moved to meet his grin. Spike didn't push it in her mouth, instead rubbing it on her snout.
"The elder is under my complete control... and I'll take this time to be honest. Savour every moment of it," Spike said, smirking. He placed the tip on Rarity's bottom lip, using his other hand to gently close her mouth on top of it. "There are days where I'll be standing here, and no matter how much I try to love you for your personality, there are days where your hips have that certain swing to them." He pulled out his phallus from her mouth, and began prodding her lips with it; Rarity's face seem to flush as he did. "Your tail is bobbing just right." He pressed harder, and shoved the entire thing into her mouth, going straight to the base. Rarity's tongue immediately pressed itself against the bottom, moving around the length.
"And I catch a glimpse of your furry white lips." Spike grinned. Rarity continued staring up at him as her face turned beet red. "Around town, I hear gossip. From stallions, of course. Sometimes, their attention turns to you as you walk by. Maybe you're carrying fabrics, or maybe you've got some picnic with the girls, but whatever it is, you're so happy that you've got that 'swing.'"
He started pulling back slowly and shoving it back in, exhaling in pleasure. Rarity's hindlegs twitched, crossing involuntarily as her tail lowered.
"And they all see you. Some glance and look away, while others stare. Some even follow you for a while, just to see you. You have that movement that attracts attention, and even if I hate when others look at your private areas," he said, caressing the base of the horn. "My perverted side can't help but soak up everything it sees."
He grinned as Rarity's gaze shifted slightly towards his phallus. Awkward, embarrassed... Rarity couldn't face Spike, and she couldn't possibly blush more. Spike smirked, realizing he completely controlled the situation.
"Please, use your tongue a bit more. Lick around the entire shape. Take in the nibs," he said in an calm, raspy voice.
Rarity made a sound to confirm, and began licking the entire phallus in her mouth as Spike slid it in and out. Releasing his grip on her horn and reaching down, Spike gently rubbed her ears with his hands while lightly massaging her scalp. Rarity looked away from Spike entirely, furiously moving her tongue.
"Good girl," Spike responded, tenderly sliding his claws down her cheek. Rarity looked up at him, locking eyes once again. Spike stopped his movements, and Rarity stopped moving her tongue. "Don't stop, I just want you to work for a bit." Rarity's eyes seemed to flutter, almost sending Spike into a frenzy. He exhaled, calming down quickly. "Suck on it. Move your tongue, bob your head back and forth... but gently."
Complying, Rarity began her work on the phallus. She slowly bobbed her head back forth, keeping her loving gaze directed at Spike. She gently sucked on the object in her mouth while her tongue focused on caressing the nibs on the phallus. Her mouth opened a bit to allow proper breathing, only for drool to ooze out from under Spike's phallus.
"Good... good girl. Now, I want you to be more active. A little more thorough," he said as he moved his right claw behind her head, setting it in her mane while his left arm dangled back to his side.
As usual, she listened and began to bob her head back and forth at a faster pace, turning slightly so the tip of his phallus rubbed all parts of her mouth; her cheeks, the pool of saliva under her tongue... nothing was untouched. Pre-ejaculate leaked out of the phallus to mix with the saliva. Spike was in a bliss unexplainable to mind, overrun by the sensations. His claws gripped her mane, and he started to control her movement. He tugged, she moved back. Pushing her head, her mouth slid over the length and Spike grinned as the pleasure echoed through his brain.
"Alright, go as fast as you can," Spike said, releasing his grip on her hair.
He set both claws on the sides of Rarity's head and once again, she complied. She began bobbing her head atop his phallus at a fast pace, licking the tip as she sucked. Spike felt his legs and arms tingling as he felt the pressure in his crotch building up to intolerable levels. He leaned forward, almost leaning on Rarity's head. Looking down, Rarity was still watching him with the same blush as before. It was cute and sexy at the same time, and only then did Spike realize the fire in his cheeks.
His tongue lolled out now as he felt his climax approaching. He grit his teeth and arched his back, growling like a protective cat. His loins burned with pleasure while his phallus itself felt like it was melting against the heat of Rarity's mouth. His limbs trembled and he gasped, falling backwards onto the bed. His claws slid to the top of her head and he arched his back, staring at the ceiling. His teeth started grinding as he felt his entire body seizing up. He gasped and leaned his head forward to stare directly at Rarity.
"Ra-Rarity, I can't t... I can't take it! I'm gonna cum," he spat out, feeling the pressure spread up to the tip.
The side of Rarity's mouth curved upwards to indicate a grin, and her eyelids slid down. The sultry stare as well as the rapid bobbing was the final straw as his entire body locked up. He curled up, setting his head against Rarity's. He clenched his eyes shut as he let out a loud moan throughout the room, calling out Rarity's name.
"I LO~VE YOU!" he shouted as hot, sticky fluids shot out of his phallus, coating the inside of Rarity's mouth.
He felt the saliva mixing with his sperm as well as Rarity's tongue lapping up the whole mess from inside. She slowed her bobbing to a stop with her lips at the base of the phallus, licking up the mess inside her mouth. Spike opened his eyes, and again, he saw Rarity's gaze directed at him. He panted heavily as he finished depositing his seed into her mouth, and he leaned forward, kissing her forehead.
His hands slid off her head and he gently leaned back, rubbing his scalp with his claws. He wiped the perspiration off his head, and felt his body loosen up as he relaxed. Rarity's mouth released Spike's phallus and she tilted her head back. Closing her eyes, she gulped several times and looked back down to Spike's limping dragonhood. She dipped back down and licked it several more times until it was no longer coated in his juice. She swallowed once more, and quickly laid down next to Spike, nuzzling up to him.
Both hugged each other, feeling the excitement die down as they relaxed after the experience. They laid in silence several more times, nudging the other should they slowly fall asleep. After a few minutes of rest, Spike rolled over and looked into Rarity's eyes.
"Thank you," Spike whispered, resting his head against hers.
"Mmm, you're welcome, Spikey-wikey. You were excellent in command," she responded as they nuzzled snouts. Sighing, Spike looked up at Rarity with a saddened look, fading Rarity's smile. "What's wrong, love?"
Spike sighed again, looking down. "I was rough, and forceful to you, Rarity. I treated you like an object of pleasure, and I hated myself for doing that before. I'm so sorry," he said, burying his face onto her shoulder.
Rarity caressed his spines, nuzzling his head. "Don't worry, Spike. As I had said, I enjoyed it, and I'll say this for the future..." She slid Spike up so his eyes looked down at Rarity. "I like being your plaything."
Spike's face reddened and he felt his heartbeat quicken once more. He gave her a soft smile, nodding.
"I love you, and I love being your pincushion," he said, chuckling.
Rarity giggled, sighing. "I love you, Spikey-wikey."
They laid in silence for a few minutes before Spike cleared his throat to catch her attention.
"The others are probably finishing dinner, by now. They may check on us, and to be honest, I am a bit famished," he said, running his claws through her mane.
"Mmm, alright, Spike. Would you care to join me in the showers to reduce time?" she asked, pushing herself off the bed.
Spike practically rolled off the bed, slamming onto the floor as he did. He stood up and nodded his head excitedly. He bowed his head and walked towards the bathroom.
"Right this way, m'lady," he said, elegantly walking towards the bathroom.
Giggling, Rarity followed her, hindlegs shaking with ever step through the fading bliss. She stumbled into the bathroom just as Spike started filling the tub.
"Hey, they have jets in this tub!" Spike exclaimed, looking around at the numerous taps.
Rarity almost leaped into the tub as he said that, sitting down on a small stool instead. Spike ran over to close the door before spinning around. The bathroom was a nice bathroom in comparison to typical houses. Spike practically excavated the room by the time the bathtub was dispensing hot water, uncovering many lotions and soaps. Rarity watched him explore similar to before, a gentle smile on her face. Eventually, Spike stopped, staring at a bottle of bath bubbles.
"Bubbles! Everypony likes bubbles, and lo and behold, this bath has bubbles," Spike said, displaying the bottle on his claws.
Rarity snickered. "I guess Rarity wants bubbles then, Spikey," she said, stretching her legs.
Spike nodded before running over to the tub and leaning over as far as possible, dangling over the edge to plug the tub. He squirted some of the bath bubbles into the stream and soon, the water started generating bubbles. After it filled up halfway, Spike stepped over to Rarity, gently taking her hoof.
"I believe the water is okay to step into now, dear," he said as Rarity stood up.
"Mmm, Spike, do you think I could put some weight on you? I am a bit shaky," she said, chuckling sheepishly.
"Of course."
Rarity leaned into Spike, resting gently on his shoulder as they walked the short distance to the bathtub. His face reddened, and he found his chest pounding again. It was a simple task, following a session of lovemaking, yet she was this rattled by it that said simple task required assistance.
Reaching the tub, Rarity gently put her hindlegs in to test it before she sat down, submerging herself in the waters of the large bath. She slid into the tub, letting out a moan as the water washed over her exhausted, dirty body. She held Spike's claw the entire way, and before he could move to turn off the taps, she levitated him into the bath while shutting off the taps with magic.
He was set down in the other half of the tub between Rarity's hindlegs and looked down at her belly, her pelvic area hidden by bubbles. Rarity's entire body was almost encased in bubbles and upon looking up, he saw Rarity's own flushed face. Dipping her hoof in the water, she moved it forward and proceeded to rub her belly, tapping gently. Spike took the hint and repositioned himself before crawling on top of Rarity, his limp penis dragging itself over her pelvic area. Both shuddered from the contact, and Spike laid on top of Rarity.
Several bubbles fell onto his face, and his snout twitched. He blew them away, only to send them flying in the small atmosphere. He gave a slight growl and snapped at the bubbles, only sending them flying again. He sighed just as magic surrounded a scrubby and brushed the bubbles off his face. He looked at Rarity, chuckling as she dropped the scrubbing tool into the water.
"Would you like me to wash your back?" Spike offered, quickly leaning up whilst grabbing the brush.
Rarity was about to object due to her horn, but bit her lip, nodding. She rolled over onto her stomach, resting her head on the edge of the bath. Her entire body was soaked excluding her head, and she sighed once she was comfortable. Spike quickly started brushing her backside, setting himself on her rump to sit comfortably.
Spike began washing her entire backside with the brush, applying conditioner and soap of all kind to her coat and tail. At his request, she allowed him to dump water over her head to wet the mane, and he began to clean the purple locks. She sighed as Spike gently caressed her scalp, and she felt her legs weaken again. Spike himself was trembling.
"You have a beautiful mane, Rarity," he said quietly.
"Mmm, and you have beautiful spines, darling. I must say, you should let me at them, someday. I would love to have a chance to give you a makeover," Rarity replied.
Spike scoffed. "No thank you! I am a total bro, I can't have a elegant, feminine outfit," he replied, rinsing her hair.
"Don't worry, Spike. We know each other well enough to realize that I wouldn't give you something like that. Why, I envision a black and red tuxedo to match your purple and green, a real dark and sharp look for a dark and sharp dragon. Gold buttons, a fine undershirt, oh stop me Spike before I use up all my fabric on you!" Rarity exclaimed, raising a hoof into the air.
Chuckling, Spike dunked the brush underwater to rinse it off. "I would actually love to see an outfit made using every fabric from your shop. The detail would be ludicrous and unheard of." He slid off her behind before realizing he had yet to do her underside.
"Well, it would be an interesting challenge. It think I shall, Spike. It's wondrous what one could do with fabric, but with somepony so unique such as yourself as the base, the combinations and possibilities would be astounding!" she exclaimed.
Spike nodded, sighing. "Could you roll over, again? I have to do your underside."
Rarity nodded, rolling over with more ease than before. Obviously, the pleasure from before had faded to this, and Spike grinned devilishly. Rarity looked down at her body before up to Spike, noticing his grin. She raised an eyebrow and he straightened out quickly. He applied more soap to the brush, and leaned forward, gently brushing her chest. She reached her forelegs forward and rubbed his back as he applied the pressure to the body.
Spike felt himself grinning whilst utterly confused. Yet again he found himself in a situation where he was on top, but not in control. Rarity had her hoof behind him, and seemed to be easing him. It wasn't how it was supposed to work at all, and he grit his teeth yet again. He reached a claw up, lightly grabbing her caressing hoof and removed it from his body. Rarity raised an eyebrow again, and looked up.
Spike stood up in the tub over Rarity's body, showing off his phallus. In his anticipation, he had already readied himself yet again. Rarity stared at the member with surprise. "Oh my," she said, shifting her position slightly.
"Stay still," Spike said authoritatively.
Rarity nodded, and Spike instantly leaned forward, putting both hands on the scrubby which he pressed into her coat. He sat on her belly and scrubbed the coat, using the brush as well as his own claws. He quickly brushed her chest before sliding off her body, massaging soap into her teats. He smirked as she let out light gasps every time he applied pressure. He pinched her nipples now and then, and Rarity gently writhed from the sensations.
The bubbles were almost gone by the time Spike reached the last area. Rarity had wiggled and gasped under him, his toy for experimentation. He smirked, feeling big once again. It was like he had grown to 100 feet tall again; nobody could tell him to stop... except for Rarity. The kiss brought him out of it every time, and his feeling of being in charge turned into guilt. He looked down at her panting face as her eyes fluttered open, staring up at him with anticipation. He lost his pride, and he looked down at her mound.
Her pelvis was mostly in the water with some bubbles on it, practically hiding Rarity from his gaze. He looked back up at her again, gulping. He knelt down in the water, and took the bath scrubby into one of his hands. He gently applied it to her pelvis, a complete contrast to his more pressurized force from before. She moaned slightly as he gently brushed the lower lips, and Spike felt a different feeling welling up inside his chest.
The pressure from before; anxiety. He wasn't forcing pleasure on either, or taking charge like a gruff stallion. He was pleasuring her in a gentle way, she liked it, and he didn't feel tough. He wasn't the one commanding her like a brute, snobbish fool who believe the male is the dominant one. His phallus twitched as he made contact with her dock. She felt it too and she focused her gaze on Spike. He looked up at her, tossing the brush away.
One more gulp, and Spike reached down, gripping his phallus while moving it. He set it against her lips, and both parties stopped breathing entirely. Spike couldn't, even if he wanted to. He was too nervous for that, and from the looks of it, so was Rarity. He looked down as he brushed her lips with the phallus, feeling the fur tickle the nibs on him. He looked up, and Rarity's face was deep red, an opened mouth with a nervous gaze. Spike's own face mimicked it, and he looked back down, setting his claws on her belly just above her teats. He finally breathed, taking a deep breath and exhaling.
He didn't push it in, instead sliding it against her on the outside. She finally gasped for air as he dragged the draconic phallus against her clitoris. Spike looked up just as she looked down from her surprise gasp. Their eyes met, and both knew that Spike wasn't going to put it in. He began thrusting against the lips, parting them slightly every time he pressed into her. The friction between the two sexual areas pushed them steadily onto the path of climax. The build up was constant for both and after just having released, they were already warmed up. The constant pleasure only served to speed it along, and Spike began panting heavily as he felt pressure build up just as before.
The bubbles were gone and the water was no longer hot. Neither of them payed attention to it and Spike continued like a piston. The pressure built up to an intolerable point for both, and they tensed up.
"Rarity! I'm..." Spike attempted to say.
He pressed himself against Rarity as she tightly hugged him close to her body as her vagina convulsed, squeezing his phallus. The twitching of her lips was what cut him off before, and was what finished him off. Rarity shrieked in ecstasy, just as Spike held back screams of his own. He felt himself release his seed onto her teats while Rarity leaked juices of her own into the bath water. They both waited until they were sure the other was finished before releasing their tight grips.
Spike lazily slid off her body, dragging his sperm with him and onto his own belly. He looked down at himself then up to Rarity, and they both giggled.
"Let's get you washed up now, Spikey-wikey."
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"I don't mean to be rude, dear, but you practically inhaled those gems," Rarity said upon sitting down on a bed.
Spike tossed himself through the air, onto the bed behind her before grabbing the blankets and rolling himself up again. Rarity stood up just as Spike rolled off the side of the bed, trapped in blankets once more. He smacked into the ground, and he quickly looked up at Rarity. She had a bemused expression, and he sheepishly grinned.
Sighing, Rarity shook her head and once more saved Spike. "You're lucky your childlike nature is part of your charm, or else I'd be embarrassed to know you."
Spike looked down, kicking his feet at the carpet. "I'm sorry, I'm not that mature yet, and I'm sure there's lots about me that'd embarrass you." Sighing, he threw himself back on the bed that Rarity made, stopping himself just as he was about to repeat his recent action.
"Now stop there, Spike. Knowing and acknowledging your flaws is the most mature thing anypony could do. Knowing that you're not quite there is essential to growing up, and to be honest, I have more growing up to do than you," she said, sitting back down on the bed.
Spike sat up, shaking his head. "No, that's not true, or... what do you mean?"
Sighing, Rarity laid down on the foot of the bed, snuggling up with the soft blankets. "I'm a bit greedy and strive for perfection when we know perfection is a divine object. I've lied to my friends on numerous occasions, have lied to you, and now I'm here, trying to atone for merely one of those."
Spike opened his mouth to speak before closing it; he really had no reply. He looked ahead of him, towards a dresser. He spotted a radio as well as several other things. He got up and ran over to the radio, switching it on. He turned it to a modest volume, and played the local radio of Trotonto. It was playing a classical song, best known as the Moonlight Sonata. He sighed, and walked over to the bed. He climbed next to Rarity, and leaned into her, wrapping his arm around her body.
"You don't have to atone for anything. Simply being here, with me... it's a privilege and an honour. To me, you're not some girl I know in town, or a simple fashionista." He rubbed her side gently, and she tilted her head, nuzzling him. "You have a dream, and even if it is arrogant, the dream itself is grand in scale, one that anypony could understand. Dreams and fantasies can be anything. It's even more satisfying when they're true."
The radio switched to another song; 'The Waltz for the Moon.' Rarity turned her head, prompting Spike to do the same. She looked down at him, seeing the reflection of the soft lights in his eyes. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his. He closed his eyes and pressed into her, wrapping his other arm against her. Their lips continued moving before Spike gently probed hers with his tongue. She opened her mouth slightly, and his tongue began mingling with hers. After a few seconds, he pulled back.
"I have a dream. I've dreamed I could be a pony ever since I knew I was different." Spike watched as Rarity's expression saddened. "I went to school for a bit, but eventually I refused to go. The kids there were making fun of me and bullying me because I was different, and I realized then that I wasn't normal. I was this..." he looked away from her, looking down at his claws. He flexed his fingers, and held in a breath. "I was this big, bad dragon in the making, and the kids would 'play' this game, 'Royal Guards and Dragons.'" His arms drooped, and his head lowered. "It consisted of hitting me with sticks. Usually, twenty kids would 'play,' and they didn't poke at me. They swung hard, and I'd come home crying, carrying several ice packs to my body. I hated it, and I almost set some of the others on fire."
"Spike, that is awful! How dare they do that! I had no idea that even the Canterlot youth was arrogant and snobbish," Rarity responded, fighting back tears of sympathy.
Spike shook his head and sighed. "I came to Ponyville years later and met you. You went on and on about your Prince Charming, and fantasized about Blueblood. It didn't end there at all, however. You mentioned a boyfriend now and then and a tearful breakup. I hated it, and hated that I couldn't be your Prince Charming. There was one thing I noticed that was similar between them above all else. It wasn't their attitude, or jobs, or status in whatever company they owned or whatnot."
"They were stallions. Ponies. I felt another reason to want to be a pony, and it was stronger than before. I didn't want to fit in, I just wanted to be your pillow, your stress ball... your pincushion, your knight, and lover." He looked up, smiling. He turned to Rarity, noticing the tears flowing down her cheeks. He reached a claw up, wiping them away. "My dream was to be your stallion, yet here we are. I'm not a stallion, but I'm still yours."
The radio changed once more, and 'Eyes on Me' started playing. Spike smirked, recognizing the song before leaning in, pressing his lips against hers once more. They kissed gently, and once again they parted seconds after.
"Some dreams may be impossible, but that doesn't mean that you can't be the next best thing," he said.
He slid off the bed, taking Rarity's hoof in his hand. She followed him to the front of the bed into the small clearing. Spike reached over, flicking off the dim lights. The only light in the room came from the vibrant glow of the city lights in the window. It wasn't too dark for them, yet it had a perfect, campy atmosphere. Spike reached a claw down, taking Rarity's other hoof into his. He had her leaning on his shoulders, and then they stared into each others eyes.
They gently swayed to the music, keeping their gaze on each other. The light from outside illuminated one side of their face, giving their eyes a shimmer of brilliance. Spike looked up at the mare in front of him, feeling insignificant. The mare he held was way out of his league, yet she was his. They glanced to the side, discovering they had swayed towards the window. The city below was magnificent, and had a radiance that couldn't be described as anything other than stellar; they looked like stars of the night sky, and they were above it.
They were the ones above the stars and galaxies with nobody to say otherwise. Twilight wasn't there, Rainbow Dash wasn't there... nobody to outshine them. Like shooting stars, they danced above the gentle glow of the world below. It provided the greatest feeling of infinity; the feeling of love between two lovers until the end. Spike leaned forward, resting his head on Rarity's shoulder while she nuzzled his head. Continuing their dance, they both lovingly nuzzled each other. Reaching his claws up, Spike ran his fingers through Rarity's mane.
"Rarity, in the movie of my life, you're the director. You're my co-star, the sound director... when I met you, I found myself ogling over your physical appearance before knowing you. I learned who you were, held you with high revere, and merely wanted to be there for you." He kissed her cheek, gently brushing her mane. "You've brightened up my life, made me the happiest dragon in Equestrian history, and you've even saved me before."
Rarity leaned back to stare into Spike's eyes, tears rolling down her face again. She leaned forward, resting her head against Spikes with their gazes locked.
"Spike, you've woken me up from the fantasy that I lived in. I'm not looking at fools and uncouth colts anymore. I'm looking beyond that at what I should have been the entire time. You've done so much for me, and even if you tell me that making me happy is enough payment for you, I feel guilty for taking. No more; if you ever want something, you need only to ask. Anything more would be greedy." She leaned forward, pressing her snout against Spike's.
"I love you, and there is nothing more to it," she said, gently closing her eyes.
"I love you, and there is everything left to do with each other," Spike said, closing his eyes.
They locked lips once more, and felt bliss the instant they connected. With their doubts gone, they simply enjoyed each others company as well as their loving embrace. Spike felt himself trembling once more from the excitement flowing through his chest. His heart beat a mile a minute and he felt his mind going numb from the sensations. The song on the radio ended, and their lips parted. They stared at each other, in silence as the commercials started, and Rarity sighed.
"Mmm, this was quite an exhausting night. How about we go and rest, Spikey-wikey. It's best we get up bright and early tomorrow," she said quietly.
Spike nodded, gently setting Rarity's hooves on the floor. He looked around at the room before setting his eyes on a clock; 11:48 PM. It was late, and he sighed.
"Alright, let's set your bed," he said, walking over to the bed nearest the door.
Spike didn't get far before magic coated him and he was lifted into the air. He was set down on the very bed he was walking to with the sheets pulled back. He looked down just as Rarity laid down on the bed, sliding the covers over the two of them.
"Our bed, Spike. I never want anything to separate us again," she cooed.
He felt his heart skip a beat as her gentle voice soothed his ears, her breath sweet and minty. Spike sniffed the air gently before sighing in content. He leaned forward along with Rarity as they kissed each other.
"Good night, Spikey-wikey. Sweet dreams," Rarity said, nestling her head into the pillow.
"Good night, love," Spike replied, sliding closer to Rarity and wrapping his arms and legs around her body.
Rarity's horn lit up, the radio went off, the curtains slid closed, and they quickly fell into the world of dreams.