Rarity trotted determinedly through town, offering ponies only a polite nod as she passed them. Ideas were running rampant through her mind, all stemming from what Asmodeus told her. A small blush crept up to her face as she ran through the conversation once again. Submitting to Spike? completely? Such a dirty thought it was, so very unladylike. But Rarity couldn’t deny the squishy feeling in between her legs as she imagined it.

She threw open the door to her boutique, thankful that Sweetie Belle was at the Apples for a sleepover tonight. She did not want to have to explain what she was doing. Rarity’s horn immediately lit up as needles and thread began to swirl about her. An inconspicuous drawer, placed way above a fillies reach, was pulled open and a myriad of fabrics was floated out.

This particular drawer was where Rarity kept her supplies for her more…. uncouth projects. Rarity had never needed them for herself, after all a lady has no need for such things. Well, until now that is.

Bolts of lace and silk were arranged in front of Rarity. The fashionista’s keen eye and brilliant mind picking out the perfect color scheme. White? No not passionate enough, Black? that might do. Red? hmmmm… A second later all materials except for few bolts of black and and a single bolt of red lace were placed back in the drawer..

The colors decided Rarity made her way over to her drawing table. A pair of red spectacles were levitated onto her muzzle as her grand scheme began to come together. Her pencil danced across the paper as her brow furrowed in concentration. The first idea was quickly thrown out, it was much too modest for her purposes. The second quickly followed, it was much too tacky.

The third time was the charm. The set of lingerie on the paper in front of her was sure to drive Spike crazy with lust. It was primarily black lace, with highlights of red in strategic places. It was primarily a wispy baby doll with a matching thong. But that wasn’t the best part. The outfit had a complete set of socks. They started at her hooves and went most of the way up her legs, the back ones connected to a garter belt around her waist. Rarity smiled, this was definitely going to get her bucked, and get her bucked hard.

***

Spike was tired from his day at Sweet Apple Acres. Big Macintosh had asked for his help in removing some boulders in a field he wanted to seed. Spike was happy to help a friend, but the famous Apple Family Lunch thrown is wasn’t unappreciated.

He veered off the road towards the stream that ran near Ponyville, he needed a drink. Upon reaching the shore he immediately plunged his face into the clear water. A few deep gulps later his thirst was satisfied and he moved back. Spike caught sight of his reflection in the water and gave himself a Rainbow Dash inspired smirk,

“Hey good lookin,” he said to himself, his best impression of a sultry look on his face..

And that was true, many a mare in Ponyville had more than a few late night fantasies about the drake. He stood roughly at a normal pony’s height now. His wings had grown in a few years back, Rainbow dash had happily volunteered to train him to fly. Thanks to her efforts he had a healthy set of muscles, but still retained some of his baby fat. And unlike most dragons he stood much more comfortably on four legs like a pony rather than the usual two. Twilight had explained simply, since dragons are intensely magical creatures, especially when they're young, he absorbed the ambient pony magic in Ponyville and thus he grew up more pony-like than other dragons. It didn’t bother him much, he was never a very dragonish dragon anyway.

His narcissistic spell over Spike swiftly returned to the road and continued his journey home. A goofy smile suddenly spread onto his face as Rarity and her boutique appeared in his thoughts. He had moved in with her soon after they had become a couple. It wasn’t really that much of a change because Spike had spent most, if not all, of his free time at the boutique anyway. He still was Twilight’s number one assistant but definitely had more independence than in the past.

A few minutes later Spike found himself outside his home, and he hardly slowed down as he entered it, eager to see his beautiful marefriend.

“I”m home Rarity!” he called out, but heard nothing in response.

He called out again but once again there was no response. He knew she was here, his predator’s nose could easily detect her scent. Spike’s brow furrowed, there was something else in the air. It was thick and delicious, Spike immediately recognized it as Rarity’s musk.

His reptilian eyes suddenly noticed the trail of rose petals on the floor, leading up the stairs to the second floor….. where Rarity’s bedroom was….. and where the smell of her musk led……

The gears in Spike’s head ground to a halt.

It took a few minutes, but Spike managed to kick start his mind enough to allow him to think. What was Rarity getting at? Spike wasn’t clueless enough to not know what she was trying to do. But their previous attempts at…intimacy… were rather pathetic to be honest. Neither could work of the courage to really do anything passionate with the other. Spike wasn’t sure of Rarity’s reason why, but his was clear enough.

He was afraid..

Everytime they did something Spike could feel something stirring deep within him. He wasn’t sure of what exactly it was, but the last time he had felt something similar was during his disastrous greed growth. The thought of even having the chance of having something like that free around Rarity immediately put a huge damper on Spike’s libido. But obviously Rarity had something planned for tonight, and as a proper drakefriend should, he decided to go along with it.

Closing the door behind him, Spike followed the trail of pedals. The scent of Rarity and her musk grew stronger and stronger as he approached the bedroom, as did his sense of dread. He could feel the beast inside him stirring, and the sound of it’s growls echoed throughout Spike’s mind. Spike reached out a tentative claw and pushed the bedroom door open and his jaw dropped his he caught sight of the scene inside.

Rarity was seductively posed on the bed, the lingerie she was wearing clinging to every inch of her delectable form. Candles were placed throughout the room, casting it in an erotic glow. The mare herself was leveling on of the most sultry and seductive looks she possibly could towards the hapless drake.

Spike could feel inside him roar,

“TAKE HER!” it seemed to scream, “SHES OURS!”

Spike forced it down and gave Rarity a nervous smile.

“Come on in Spike, I won’t bite...much.” Rarity said, sex oozing from her voice.

The beast growled.

Chuckling nervously Spike stepped into the room,

“Hey Rarity. I guess theres no question of what’s on your mind tonight is there?”

Rarity leveled her eyes on the dragon,

“Spike. You’re going to buck me tonight. And you’re not going to hold back.”

The beast immediately lurched forward, causing Spike to take an aggressive step towards the bed. Rarity flinched slightly and Spike quickly realed himself back under control.

“You don’t know what you’re asking Rarity,” Spike said, strain evident in his voice.

“Spike, I talked to somepony, and he told me--”

Spike’s eyes suddenly locked onto Rarity’s

“HE!?”

“OURS!!” the beast screamed

“and he told me that you are holding yourself back. Can’t you see our horrible sex life is ruining our relationship!?”

Spike growled from deep in his throat, but couldn’t deny the truth in her statement.

“Rarity,” Spike said softly, “You don’t know what I’m holding back right now.”

“You’re holding back yourself Spike. Let yourself go free Spike.”

Words cannot describe how much Spike wanted to, the beast inside him was roaring and clawing at the cage that Spike had built up around it.

“No,” he finally said.

Rarity huffed, but a cruel idea soon formed in her head. Looking back on this night, it certainly wasn’t something Rarity was proud of, but she couldn’t deny the results it got

“Well, fine then. I guess I’ll have to go find a real stallion to take care of me. Because you obviously cannot.”

The bellowing roar the beast let out deafened Spike, the drake could feel the cage begin to fall apart. He shut his eyes tight, and visibly shook in the struggle.

“Maybe Thunderlane perhaps? What do you think Spike? or should I go ask Derpy to borrow Time Turner, he seems to know his way around a mare.”

All of a sudden the beast broke free.

“Or maybe even ---”

Rarity was cut off by Spike growling, “MINE!”

And in front of Rarity’s eyes Spike changed. Spike immediately began to grow. She could see the bones inside Spike begin to shift, cracking and growing as his stature increased. His trademark baby fat disappeared, leaving pure muscle in its wake. The spine’s along his back became more pronounced and sharper, and his posture changed to one of a predator. Spike’s mostly round face grew a draconic muzzle, with sharp fangs peaking out. The wings folded along his back grew too, his already impressive wingspan now nothing short of awe-inspiring. His scales changed from their normal purple to a dark violet, and his spines to a forest green. When he finally stopped growing he was roughly at Princess Luna’s height.

His eyes opened, the pupils were wide. Rarity’s eyes met his and they narrowed dangerously. Like a predator tackling its prey Spike pounced on Rarity. The fashionista let out a yelp as she suddenly found herself on her back, she tried to struggle but the new Spike easily pinned her. Rarity stared up at the dragon, the new fangs glinted in the candlelight. The ivory mare could feel her feminine juices begin to moisten the thong covering her sex.

“MINE!” Spike growled again, and he mashed his lips to hers.

Rarity opened her mouth in surprise but Spike’s serpentine tongue immediately plunged into her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she felt that long tongue wrap around hers, controlling it easily. The fashionista did her best to fight back, her tongue doing its best to regain control of its mouth, but it was entirely out classed.

Rarity’s hooves scrambled uselessly against Spike’s scales as she half heartedly tried to push him off. His massive strength was evident as he didn’t even budge. The fashionista suddenly moaned into the kiss, he was so strong, so powerful. And he was utterly dominating her.

Instead of struggling now, Rarity wrapped her hooves around the dragon and did her best to pull him closer. The dragon complied and lowered himself until his entire weight was on the mare below him. Rarity should have been terrified of having such a beast on top of her. But on the contrary she felt nothing of the sort. The dragon’s crushing weight projected nothing but safety and protection.

Spike suddenly broke the kiss, his draconic eyes burrowing into hers. He suddenly buried his snout in her chest, inhaling deeply. The dragon reveled in his mare’s scent as it flooded his mind. It was beautiful, addicting, and undeniably and intensely her. He picked his head back up and once again forced his tongue into her mouth. The dragon shifted his arms, forcing them underneath Rarity and pulled her closer to him.

Rarity could feel the vast amount of power the arms wrapping around her had. But at the same time she could feel the care that went into using them. She began to eagerly return the kiss.

Rarity didn’t know how long the dragon plundered her mouth. But in the end she didn’t really care. Her mind was lost in a delirium of pleasure as she pulled her dragon to her, reveling in the way he completely covered her. Despite the mental fog, an idea entered her mind.

She began to push at the dragon, urging him to get off of her.

“Spike,” she managed to force out, “if you’re in there please get off. There’s something I want to do. Please.”

She could feel a deep rumble through the dragon and she stared deep into his eyes. To her surprise the beast on top of her complied, with predatory slowness he stalked off the bed, watching her to see what she was going to do. Rarity took a deep breath and rolled so she was on her stomach. She then lifted her flank so it was raised in the air. The fashionista moaned as her damp crotch was exposed to the air.

The beast that was Spike watched in fascination as his mate presented herself to him. The black thong split her glorious flank in two, his sharp eyes could see the wet patch that covered her prize. The smell of her need rolled across his nose, and a primal part of his brain began to awaken.

Rarity shivered as she felt Spike crawl up onto the bed behind her. She had no idea what her dragon was going to do, but she knew she was powerless to resist. She moaned as she felt him suddenly grip her flank. His sharp claws dug in just enough to let her know they were there, but not enough to draw blood. Rarity shivered as she was once again reminded of just how dangerous Spike truly was. She let out a surprised yelp as he suddenly burrowed his snout in between her legs. She could feel his hot breath on her cunt as he inhaled her scent.

The beast in Spike was roaring with approval at his mate’s submission. But a memory dogged at his mind, she was going to go find another mate! abandon him! She. is. his! She must be punished!

He pulled his snout back and moved so he was inches from his mates ears.

“You are mine,” he growled into her ears.

He raised his clawed hand, and without ceremony, brought it down onto Rarity’s supple flank. The harsh smack! echoed throughout the room. Rarity’s flesh jiggled with the impact, a red spot already forming. He didn’t pause as he raised his other hand brought it down on her other cheek. Again and again he did this, wringing pained moans from his mate.

Meanwhile Rarity’s mind was a mess. The very thought of somepony spanking her was nigh unthinkable. It was so uncouth, so deplored and wretched. But why was it turning her on so much? Every spank was sending a wave of pleasure and arousal rocketing through her. It was destroying any real semblance of thought the unicorn had. Her brain said she shouldn’t be enjoying this humiliation, but after all this is what she ultimately wanted.

The dragon began to massage her stinging cheeks after every smack. His powerful fingers working out all the tension, the sharp claws just barely dragging against her skin. She wanted more, and a thought suddenly occurred to her, and it was perfect.

“Harder Master,” she said softly. Wallowing in the debauched thoughts that phrase brought.

Spike paused as his mate’s words reached his ears. He let out a growl of approval, his mate was learning her place. The next smack was much much harder, and Rarity screamed as it made contact. The sting of the impact transformed into pure pleasure as it reached her mind. All of a sudden she came, the orgasm came out of nowhere but it was in no way unwanted.

Spurts of her girlcum made her already soaked thong turn into a sopping mess. She could feel the leakage pour down her legs to pool on the bed below her. Her pussy was clenching at nothing, it was practically begging to be filled. Rarity was helpless to stop the moans from escaping her mouth,singing her dirty pleasure to the world.

Eventually her orgasm faded, leaving the mare breathless. She took a few seconds to gather her thoughts but the attempt was quickly shattered as Spike crawled over her. The fashionista’s eyes opened wide as she felt the dragon’s member trace up her legs. From previous attempts at sex she knew Spike was large, almost frighteningly so, and it certainly felt it. Then her mind broke as she felt a second cock head against her.

Two.

Two cocks.

Two giant cocks.

Rarity turned her head and Spike’s head was next to her. He gave her a predatory grin and Rarity shivered. She wasn’t afraid though, there was so much Spike in that smile that she knew he was still in there. Just a bigger, stronger, and really horny Spike.

She moaned as he traced a claw up her legs. The deadly instrument outlined her moistening lips through her thong. She looked at Spike, begging with her eyes. The dragon chuckled, the deep rolling sound reverberating throughout the mare. With a small motion the dragon ripped the soaked thong off of Rarity. The fashionista’s first instinct was to yell at the dragon but that was quickly smothered as she felt one of Spike’s cocks press against her marehood.

And then he was in.

With little mercy for the mare under him the dragon shoved his member deep inside. Rarity screamed as she felt herself being split in half by the massive cock. It was slightly painful, but that did nothing to detract from the pure pleasure of the rough entrance. Spike’s cock radiated a draconic heat, his normal body temperature was much much hotter than a normal ponies. The combination of that and the rough penetration sent crushing waves of pleasure rolling over the mare. His lower cock impacted on her stomach with a loud thwack, the blunt impact sending ripples through her body.

Hardly slowing down Spike pulled back, Rarity’s marehood clutching tightly to the draconic cock inside of it. The dragon’s cock was lined with small ridges and knobs, not enough for it to appear grotesque, but more than enough to add a unique blend of pleasure. They dragged against Rarity’s insides, driving the fashionista up the metaphorical wall.

The next thrust came, once again hilting the draconic cock deep inside Rarity. A wet slap of flesh against scale sounded throughout the room. It was soon accompanied by the thwak Spike’s lowercock impacting the mares stomach. The combination of sensations was flooding Rarity’s mind with pleasure.

THWAK!

THWAK!

THWAK!

The loud sound of Spike’s lower cock slapping into her belly rang with every thrust. Rarity was lost in the delirium of pleasure as her dragon pounded her. Her feminine juices were weeping from her abused cunt, lubricating the deadly fuckpole that was destroying any semblance of sanity that the mare had.

A sizeable wet spot appeared on the sheets below as Spike continued to fuck her. The sounds and smells of sex penetrated the air. And due to the dragon’s powerful senses it only drove him further into the rage of sex that had consumed him. His cock was flying in and out of the mare, little more than a blur as it mercilessly fucked her into submission,

Rarity could feel another orgasm building deep inside, her already shattered mind could hardly handle the myriad of sensations assaulting her. With a scream she came, waves of pure sex cascading over her. Her girlcum squirted from her cunt, soaking the bed sheets below her. Spike continued to pump her through her orgasm, drawing it out much longer that an orgasm should be able to last. When it was over Rarity was little more than a panting mass of flesh and sex, the poor mare was already exhausted.

Spike wasn’t.

With a growl he pulled his lower cock out of the freshly fucked mare. Rarity moaned at its exit, but was to tired to do anything else. Spike shifted slightly, so his top cock was lined up with his mate’s plothole and the lower with her abused cunt.

Rarity, for her part, knew what was going to happen, but was powerless to resist. She shut her eyes tight and braced for the coming storm. But instead of penetration, she felt a small nudge on her cheek. The fashionista opened her eyes to see Spike’s head inches from hers. She could see the question in his eyes, “Is this what you want?”

Rarity melted inside, even in this beastly state her Spikey-Wikey would come through. Tears began to drip down her cheeks and the dragon next to her tenderly licked them off. Spike nudged her again, concern evident in his eyes. For a split second the beast in Spike receded partly, and Rarity could see the change in his posture.

“Sad? Stop?” he said simply.

Rarity shook her head,

“No Spike, I’m not sad,” she leaned forward pressed her lips to his and did her best to transfer every single thing she was thinking through the heated kiss.

Breaking it, she leveled the most sultry gaze she could at him, “Now take me. Hard. Master.”

The beast returned at the word ‘master’ and quickly gave Rarity a predatory smirk. The mare shivered in anticipation. The dragon shifted around, planting its feet as it readied itself.

The Beast pushed forward with equal force from the first and Rarity screamed. Her virgin plothole put up token resistance against the overpowering strength of the dragon but it was ultimately useless. It stretched wide around the draconic cock as it plunged into her depths. Pain immediately flared through Rarity, but as before it quickly transformed into raw pleasure. The heady mixture of pleasure and pain sent Rarity’s mind into a tailspin. The cock’s previous journey into Rarity’s cunt providing ample lubrication for Spike’s upper rod as it burrowed deeper and deeper. The lower cock penetrated at the same time the upper did, spreading her lower lips in tandem with the cock spreading her plothole. The combination of the dual penetration was overwhelming. Rarity had never felt so full as she felt herself being stretched far past her limits.

The two cocks continued for what seemed like forever as they went deeper and deeper. Splitting Rarity in half as the dragon continued his relentless pace forward. Spike craned his neck downwards and grabbed hold of Rarity’s mane in his mouth, he pulled on it harder as his members went deeper. He pulled just enough to exert his dominance but not enough to cause a significant amount of pain. Rarity's tongue lolled out of her mouth as she screamed her pleasure to the heavens.

Eventually he bottomed out, his dual cocks fully hilted in the mare below him. The beast reveled in the feeling of Rarity’s rippling insides around his cock. She was crushingly tight normally, and the dual penetration only increased that. He pulled back, his members reemerging from Rarity’s depths.

When only the heads were left inside he thrust forward once again, this time much rougher. Rarity yelped as she was suddenly speared once again, the impact of Spike’s groin against her flank sent literal ripples up her sides. Spike kept the tension on Rarity’s hair constant as he thrust in, keeping the mare’s raised high as she shook with pleasure.

Again and again Spike fucked into his mate. Dirty, debauched noises sounded throughout the room as the dragon dominated the fashionista. Girlcum wept from the mare’s thoroughly violated marehood as the draconic fuckstick pistoned in and out. Rarity would have never believed it, but the cock in her ass just as pleasurable as the one in her cunt. Not to mention the taboo of the act, a lady like her enjoying something like this was absolutely scandalous. The very thought sent Rarity deeper into the abyss of debauchery.

The dragon’s strength was immense, rarity could feel the coiling muscles as she was fucked into oblivion. Rarity’s hooves grasped uselessly at the bed sheets as writhed in pleasure. Spike crouched down lower to give himself better leverage to fuck her, in doing so this brought his chest to Rarity’s back. The fashionista could feel his powerful heartbeat and the draconic heat he radiated, and being almost smothered like this made Rarity feel the safest she had in years.

The pounding was relentless, and the pleasure unending. The thick cocks speared Rarity again and again. She was helpless against the onslaught and just allowed the dragon on top of her to do as he willed.

All of a sudden the dragon’s pace grew erratic, and he growled deep in his chest. Some primal part of Rarity registered what was going to happen and she began to do her best to fuck back against the dragon. The two of them began to move in synch, each seeking to reach climax together. The pressure grew and grew in both of them, just waiting to be released. Rarity couldn’t take it anymore, she wanted to be filled with her dragon’s cum now.

“Please… please Master. Cum in me,” Rarity said, having to force her mouth to work.

That was the kicker, the next second Rarity felt the dual members inside of her swell, forcing the mare’s holes to spread wider than they already were. The next second Spike released her hair, raised his head high, and roared in victory. Scalding hot dragon cum flooded into Rarity’s violated holes and she suddenly came along with the dragon.

A scream boiled up from inside her, forcing itself out of her throat at a volume that would impress Vinyl Scratch. Their mutual roars of pleasure rang throughout the Ponyville night, and everypony that was awake knew exactly what was happening in Rarity’s bedroom that night.

Thick ropes of Spike’s cum flooded into Rarity. Spike himself was warm, but this cum was something else entirely. The sheer amount of it was immeasurable, and the heat was something else entirely. Spurt after spurt of the draconic spunk was shot into the mare, filling both of her tunnels to the bursting point.

But like all good things, it has to end at some point. When their mutual orgasms had run their course they both collapsed limply to the bed. Rarity managed to force her head to turn so she could look at Spike. When her eyes caught his she could see her Spikey-Wikey was back, but there was definitely something different in those eyes. His new appearance remained, but Rarity was to tired to question why.

Spike reached forward and tenderly nuzzled Rarity as he shifted his body around. With his new stature he was easily able to wrap himself around the fashionista. Rarity tucked her head under his chin and let out a tired sigh, nestling into him as he laid a massive wing protectively over her.

“I love you Spike,” she said softly.

Spike curled up just a tad tighter,

“I love you too Rarity.”

Author's Notes:

Alright, first interlude down. Part 3 is currently at 2000 words, probably going to be around 8000 when its done. As always comments are greatly appreciated. Please take the time to Fav and Up-vote this story if you enjoyed it, it doesn't take a lot of time, just two clicks.

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