Before they'd stumbled onto the mess of Fluttershy and the cruel Spike v2, the mature Rarity and her version of Spike (v4) had been leisurely strolling through the planes. At every puddle, Spike lay across, at every tiny possibility of Rarity getting mud in her mane or a twig in her tail, Spike chivalrously lay himself about to clean her path. The feminine pony cooed and praised her young admirer for his gallant nature. He bowed and kept a simple pleased expression for each compliment he received and sent back a volley of his own, insistent on showing the girl to be perfect.

His body had flattened out, the quills becoming long and thin flattening against his head, and his tail became fully smooth. His eyes were half lidded and thin, like the rest of his features. Overall he'd become as a perfect Victorian age dragon, clean cut and proper.

Rarity had always been flattered by the sycophant baby dragon, leaping ceaselessly to please her, but now, there was something different about it. He was no longer simply an admirer she could look down at and giggle, he wasn't cute or an adorable little thing anymore. Her Spikey-Wikey had grown up, he was now...Desirable.

Rarity blushed, hiding her feature each time, when Spike complimented her gorgeous violet mane or how incredibly well groomed she managed to keep her fine white coat despite the humidity and the hot summer mug. She knew he had caught glimpses of her modest embarrassment, and that further pinked her cheeks. However, like any young lady, she couldn't resist but milk him.

The proper pony became transformed, Stealthy, but evident. She flaunted herself, giving Spike small flicks of her tail, stroking herself under his chin, at one point she even "tripped" and gave him a full splay of her marehood, simply to see how fast he would lift her back up.

Her long painted eyelashes batted flirtatiously, and her little smile curled. Spike's heart could have exploded. Finally his love not only noticed him but Acknowledged him! He wasn't anymore just a child with a crush but a viable love option! He had to be polite, humble, and could not presume so much as to leap in...But he had to try.

He played along with her game, allowing himself to brush against her, leaning over her, sometimes giving a quick peck on her nape. For a reserved man, he was acting quite perverted. However Rarity pretended not to notice his advances, she continued to give off her own, and led him further into seclusion.

They played their games until Rarity suddenly stopped. The area was perfect.

The trees completely blocked off all view from either side of the grove, and long flowered vines drooped down and wrapped back up into the tree tops. There were many bird sounds, but none could be seen, and no bugs flitted about. Even the ground was covered in a soft sandy soil with no muck laying about. She smiled deviously before she faced her, prey.

Spike instantly became two things. Excited, and Nervous. He knew what was about to come, he knew that Rarity had been leading him along for one thing, and he wanted it. However, despite the success of his clones- this was still his first time, and he feared failure for the sweet love of his life.

However, all his fears melted away with the single act of returning the sweet embrace of Rarity's gentle lips, the scent of her rosemary perfumes filling him up, the taste of berries delicately placed upon her. He felt instantly crude in her hooves. Here was he, the perfect example of culture, and yet compared to the beautiful young woman besides him, he was nothing.

Rarity brought herself slowly from the kiss, savoring it, and gaining her nerve for what came next. Spike nodded slight, and lay her down, even their sex was lovemaking and etiquette. He stroked himself to his length, slender and cylindrical, and slid the soft tip about Rarity's wet. She gasped at his first touch, but hummed along afterwards. He gave a quick forward motion and was inside her, looking into her eyes as he gently rocked his hips about. She allowed him to rest his nose upon her own, and they gazed up or down at each other as Spike slowly moved himself around.

He very slowly increased his speed, and his depth rose quick. Rarity gave a silent sigh, playing it as an ecstatic moan. She remained ladylike and demure, yet had hoped that the boy would have a wild side once involved. She loved a gentle, proper man-but she lusted for the wilderness.

Nevertheless, she had gotten him in, and was still enjoying herself. He became sporadic in his movements, jerking around with no order to his act at all. Suddenly he pulled out and turned around, soft groans coming from him as he finished himself off, too embarrassed to be seen cumming. Rarity propped herself up and sighed as she rose.

She'll teach him one day, soon.