Spike slid silently in through Carousel Boutique's main entrance, carefully closing the door. He crept forward, looking for any signs off Sweetie Belle, but turned with a jump, seeing the door locked by a green aura. A white hand covered his eyes, warm breaths flickering against his ears. His tail began to slide up the legs of the pony behind him, who just giggled. “Spike, not yet... we've got to eat first.”

He turned around to find Sweetie Belle before him in a low cut, short length red dress (1), her mane brushed out straight and her eyes framed by blue eyeshadow, and her lips looked to be full with blood red lipstick. His gaze dropped to her chest, but his muzzle was lifted up by one of her hands. He looked at her to find an eyebrow raised, the internationally recognised symbol for 'my eyes are up here'. She darted in for a quick kiss, then turned and walked back to the kitchen.

Spike went to follow, but found himself blocked by a green shield. The young mare stuck her head out of the door and quickly informed him the he couldn't come in until it was ready. He smiled as he sat down in one of the store's lavish red velvet chairs, knowing that if he wasn't allowed to see it that it must be something special.

“Sp~ike, come~get~it...” He looked over to the kitchen door, where all that was visible was a white leg ending in a red high heeled sandal. Standing, the dragon smoothed out his suit and walked over, a smile still on his face as he beheld the table set for two, a candle in the shape of a heart lighting the room. Two white arms wrapped around his neck, and he turned his head to look upon his mare. She leant forward and they shared a soft passionate kiss, before she pulled away and giggled. “Happy anniversary, Spike.”

“Happy anniversary, Sweetie Belle.” She led him over to the table, where she had already set out the food. For her it was a simple spaghetti with vegetable medley, whilst Spike's had a thick coating of powder on the top. He instantly recognised the substance as crushed gemstones, so with a smile he pulled Sweetie Belle's chair out for her, taking a seat after the mare. He then noticed the extra items on the table. “Uh... Sweets? Does Rarity know we're having alcohol?”

“Oh yes. In fact, she's the one that recommended this one for our meal, and we've both had some already tonight anyway. We've got the boutique to ourselves tonight, as she won't be home until tomorrow afternoon at the latest.” With a bigger smile on his face, Spike grabbed the chilled bottle out of the ice bucket, poured a glass and offered it to the mare opposite him. She returned his smile and took the glass, waiting for him to pour one of his own. Together they raised them in the air and spoke at the same time. “To us.”

“I really like what you've done with the place, it is so much more cheerful than when you first started out.” Rarity continued walked around The Crop, running her hands over the multitude of fabrics on display. She had come back with Velvet to at least talk to the pig headed stallion, but felt like a side trip. “Now where is that partner of yours? I would like to see what things he has created now.”

“Strap? Probably still down in the basement, working away. Let's go find out.” The two mares headed towards the darker area of the store, where the walls became lined with more kinky and risqué clothing, and then to things like cuffs, gags, and whips. Rarity looked at them all with a hint of intrigue, before following Velvet down the steps, where they heard a conversation between the store's resident device builder and another stallion.

“So as you can see, it keeps the arms and legs spread far apart, and is one of a kind at the moment.”

“Yes, this will do nicely. Let me out and we shall discuss payment.” Curious, the mares peeked around the corner, watching a Strap unbuckled the cuffs around the mystery stallion's wrists and ankles. Velvet obviously knew who her customers were, but Rarity could not work it out, not with the dreadful black hoodie the stallion was wearing. The only things that were showing was the tip of a white horn and his blonde tail. “I trust it also does as we discussed?”

The two stallions turned, making Velvet and Rarity ducking back up the stairs very quickly, and walked towards to door. “Yeah, just undo the eight bolts in the middle, and it'll collapse down to four planks and a metal brace, easy enough to hide.” Rarity eyed the stallion from where she stood, pretending to look at the clothing.

He peeked out from under his hood, smirking as she turned away. He turned back around and watched as Velvet rung through his purchase, and he made sure that his cutie mark on his wallet was facing away from the mare, but didn't notice the mirror it was pointing at. He picked the large box and nodded to the owners, walking past Rarity on the way out, and she turned to Velvet with a large grin on her face. “Was that who I think it was?”

“Now Rarity, you know we can't tell you our customer's names. But yes, it was. Now come on, I promised you something to eat before you paid your visit.” With a smile she followed Velvet and Strap to their apartment above the store.

Spike hummed as he washed the dishes, having sent Sweetie Belle to relax with a bath. She was now soaking, after he had given her a sensual massage whilst she relaxed. Slipping the last plate away in the drainer, he pulled the plug and dried his hands as the sound of the tub above him draining came through the floorboards.

He gave it a few minutes, then walked up the stairs, knocking on Sweetie Belle's door. He waited patiently for the shuffling around to finish, and the tell tale signs of the mare lying on the bed. The door handle flashed green, and it slowly opened, revealing a room flickering in candlelight. Letting his gaze drift to to bed, he came across the mare.

She had let her mane go back to it's natural curly state, but that wasn't what held his sight. It was the green specks glistening over her naked body, concentrated on her breasts and between her thighs. Spike walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed and running his claws up her legs, smiling as she gave a soft moan. His hand reached the top of her thighs, and he paused, eyes locked on the glistening. “Sweets, what is that stuff?”

“Dessert.” That was the only answer, so he leant down and let his tongue flick across her left nipple, causing more giggles. He instantly recognised the taste a being emerald, smiling as he realised what she meant. She started to give out some louder moans as he began to gently nibble on her breasts, clearing up all of the sparkling gem dust. He then lowered his body so that his head was just level with her nethers, and he flicked his tongue across her lips. “Oh... Spi~key Wi~key, I didn't know you were still hungry.”

Having licked all the dust from the fur covering her nether region, he slipped his tongue in and wiggled it around, surprised to find she had put some inside. Some of it was just out of reach, so he pushed deeper, Sweetie Belle screaming out in pleasure. Her hands wrapped around his head, running through his spines. He felt his tongue squashed by her walls as her hands gripped his head tightly, her legs shaking as she reached orgasm. He pulled away, having gotten the last of the gem dust as her fluids pushed them out and down his throat.

Using her hands to pull him up so that their muzzles were touching, she quickly slipped her tongue into his open mouth, and they brought their lips together. She rolled them over so that she was lying on top, his erect member probing for entry. She bit her lip and moved her hips away, pushing his arms to his side above his head and keeping them there.

She started to shift back and forth, letting his tip press against her lips, smirking down at the dragon as she teased him. They both knew that he could easily overpower her, but he just let her lead. Having teased herself just as much, she pushed down, letting his throbbing member slip into her slickened smush mitten. She kept his arms pinned to the bed as she moved up and down his body slowly.

This was much more slower, much more sensual than anything they had done for the past couple of days. But then again, they had been together for almost two years now, and this was their special day. She finally let go of his wrists, placing her hands to either side of his head. His came up and took position on her hips, helping to keep her steady.

Her thrusting and moans got faster, whilst they gazed into each other's eyes. She rolled over again, letting Spike slip out. He gave a small groan at his perceived error, but Sweetie Belle just giggled at him, rolling over so that she was on her front, swishing her tail from side to side. With a new glint in his eye, Spike eased his way back in and began thrusting, the mare gripping the sheet between her fingers.

Spike began grunting as he got faster, Sweetie Belle moaning into the pillow where her face was buried. He felt her walls constrict as she hit orgasm again, and she whipped her head round to look at him, a cheeky smile on her face. “Finish on me, Spike.” That caused him to hit a pause.

“What?”

“I want you to finish on me. Now do it!” He gave a nod and began thrusting faster, feeling his cock begin to throb. He closed his eyes at the last moment and pulled out, his tip flaring and sending his warm seed all over the mare's pussy, ass, flanks, thighs, back and tail, as well as the bedsheets. Sweetie Belle brought a hand down and scooped a bit of it up, bringing it to her mouth and moaning as the sticky substance slid down her throat. “It's all in my coat, guess we'll have to wash it off...”

She left the bed and walked towards her bathroom, swaying her hips. Spike waited until the water flow was switched on, then joined the mare in the shower.

“MMMPPPHHHH, YEPPPHHHH, JUPPHHH LIKPPPHHH THAPPPHHH!!!” Rarity stopped outside the dungeon doors, listening to the stallion moan against what could only be a gag. She peeked through the crack at the open door, smirking as she watched a scantily clad mare whip the stallion shackled to the cross, hearing another moan of pleasure. His flank was red raw from the repeated action.

Rarity pulled back and looked at the outfit she had purchased from The Crop, smiling at how she looked. She opened the door and crept in, getting the attention of the mare, who turned with a confused look on her face. Rarity walked over and started whispering to her. “May I ask... how do you know him?”

“I don't... I'm just getting paid to do this.”

“Ah, so you are a...”

“Yeah, a whore.”

“I was going to say mare of the night. Do you mind if I take over?”

“Sure, I've already been paid, it's a term for going with him. He's all yours now.” The mare put down the whip, slipped into her skimpy outfit, and left the dungeon. She managed to get the attention of a passing guard to tell her how to get out of the castle, promising something for his troubles if he escorted her. Rarity gave a subdued giggle as she turned to behold the stallion.

His arms and legs were spread out in an 'X' formation, each wrist and ankle shackled to a wooden plank. Over his head was something from the darker annals of Equestria history, when the ponies of that time used their extremely distant quadruped cousins as mounts. There were two little squares, one covering an eye each, a bit in his mouth with reins attached, currently pulled taught towards the wall in front of him, all held in a single harness. And on his back was a saddle. “Arpphh yopphhh stilpphh therpphh?”

“Why yes, I am still here.” The stallion tried to turn around but couldn't, thrashing against his restraints. Rarity picked up the whip and cracked it across his flanks hard, smirking as he groaned out in pain. A few more cracks and he was breathing against the gag heavily. “You wanted to talk, so here I am. But first... the Gala. This is an interesting handle for a whip.”

“NOPPHHH, NOTPHHH THAPHHH!!!”

“You royally fucked me in the ass that day, and well... I guess you can call this poetic justice.” The stallion held his breath as long as possible and then groaned as the phallus shaped tip pushed past his cheeks, Rarity twisting it on the way in. “How does it feel, Blueblood? Does it feel good to be fucked in the ass? Tell me it does.”

“Yephhh, Mipphh Rariphhtphh, iphh feelpphh goophhh!”

“That's what I thought.” She lit her horn, taking hold of the cuffs around his wrists. She unattached them from the cross and placed them behind his back. She saw a padlock on the table to the side, and slipped it through the d rings on the cuffs, snapping it shut, and then letting his ankles loose. She unlatched the reins from the wall, turning him to look at her and removing the blindfolds. “And this is... FOR WAITING SEVEN FUCKING YEARS TO APOLOGISE!”

Blueblood cried out as she punched him in the face, leaving a stinging sensation in his cheek. She then pulled him close with the reins, and his eyes drifted across the black catsuit she was wearing(2), the only visible bits of fur being her hands, face, and cleavage. Rarity licked her lips as she looked down and saw his erection. “Getting excited, are we? We may have to do something about that. But first, I want some answers.”

He closed his eyes as she reached for his face, but opened them when he felt the gag's strap loosen, the bit slipping from his mouth. “Of... c-c-course, Miss R-r-r-rarity. What w-w-would you like to know?”

“Why has it taken you seven years to contact me?”

“After the Gala... this was the only way I could get a mare. I even had to pay up front, the whores not wanting anything to do with me. There was something about being told a few home truths from a well respected mare... I just didn't have the courage to speak to you before.”

“But... why now?”

“I... want to stop using them. You're the only mare that has ever really given me the time of day, and I wondered ifpphh!!!” The gag was popped back into his mouth, and he just raised a confused eyebrow as she tightened it back up. “Mipphh Rariphhtphh?”

“That is enough answers for now. Bend forward.” He did as instructed, clenching as the whip's tip was pulled out. He watched as Rarity walked over to where there was a bucket of water, sticking the soiled item in it. She gravitated to the table and picked up a normal crop, walking back over and pushing the stallion to his knees. “Well, as you seem to want to be ridden, you can carry me to my room. And then we can do something about that pretty big problem of yours.”

Blueblood smiled around his gag, not caring if anypony should happen to see him like this. The one mare he had scorned the worst had seemingly forgiving him, and now wanted him in her room. So when her legs slipped into the stirrups and she took hold of the reins, he stood and began to walked towards the doors. He wobbled a little, and then felt the crop across his flanks, turning to look at the mare on his back. “I am a lady, and you will be gentle with me. Is that understood?”

“Yepphh, Misspphh Rariphhtphh.”

“Good stallion, now trot on.” After twenty minutes of journey through the corridors, they arrived outside the mare's lavish guest room. She slipped from his back and unlocked the door, pulling him in with the reins. “Hmm, it's a good job these padlocks aren't blocked against magic, or you'd be in some trouble, as we left the keys behind.”

He stood still as the padlocks were opened in a blue aura, rubbing his wrists once they were free. The harness on his head was removed, and he went to remove the saddle, but the crop being placed on the tip of his muzzle stopped him. “Miss Rarity, I never had you tagged like this.”

“There is a lot you don't know about me. Maybe if you hadn't been so self absorbed before, you would know that. Now, help me out of this.” He walked over and unzipped her, sliding the black material from her shoulders. Once it was around her feet and she stepped out of it, he slowly stood back up, gently rubbing the mare's body as he did.

She leant back against him, and he tilted his head down to plant kisses on the side of her neck, hands moving across the front of her body. One of hers wrapped around the back of his head, keeping him in position as the other took hold of one of his, guiding it to her wet nethers. She started to moan and writhe against him as he rubbed at her entrance.

She gave a cry of surprise as he lifted her up, walking over towards to bed and placing her down gently on it. He was about to join her when she sat near the edge, and dragged him in front of her. She tilted her head down but kept her eyes locked with his as she opened her mouth and started to suckle on his tip.

After a few minutes of oral pleasure, she pulled away and lay back on the bed, nodding to him. He put on knee on the bed, then hesitated as he looked over the mare. “Miss Rarity, are you sure? I don't want you to think of this as a mistake come morning.”

“Blueblood...” He met her gaze, shrinking back a little from her glare. Her horn lit up and pulled him forward, their chests pressing close together as the mare wrapped her arms around his neck. “...just shut up and fuck me.” All coherent thought was lost as she pulled him down and attempted to slip her tongue down his throat.

Author's Notes:

(1) Excuse me whilst I roll my tongue back up.

(2) I couldn't find one of Rarity like I described, but I found this one! Just ignore that it's Twilight.