Author's Notes:

Hey, everypony I know it's been a while since I've uploaded anything and I'm quite sorry for that. I've been a little busy as of late, but that doesn't mean I've stopped writing, I assure you. I've been working on a request fic and besides work that's taken up most of my time to finish, though I'm almost done and as soon as I'm done I'll get back to work on my other fics. Now the reason I'm uploading this one is because I've had it finished for a long while now. I don't know why I haven't uploaded it till now, but I suppose I just wanted to wait till Cloptober came around and since it's here, I finally decided to give you something new to read. For those of you who have been patiently waiting, I thank you for a your patience and ask you to wait just a bit more. Till then, here's the new Monster girl fic, enjoy and have a happy Nightmare night.

A few months have passed since Rarity’s resurrection and rebirth into a Wight. The first couple of weeks after her transition into an undead beauty were rather hectic. She and her friends decided to take the matter of integrating her back into society slowly, starting with reuniting Rarity with her grieve stricken family. At first, the Belle family was quite taken aback upon seeing Rarity. Much like Spike and Twilight’s reaction, seeing her alive again somewhat frightened them, but that soon faded as her parents embraced and accepted their eldest child; however neither of them were as happy to see Rarity than young Sweetie Belle. Unlike her parents who were scared at first, Sweetie was astounded and overjoyed. Having been the one who found Rarity body had left the poor thing as emotionally tattered as Spike. Seeing her alive again set her over the edge, embracing her sister, crying tears of joy; tears that Rarity couldn’t help but shed as well.

After revealing to her family that she was alive, Twilight, along with Princess Luna and Zecora administered a number of tests and observational data taking to assure Rarity was okay; despite being…undead. While she understood all of these undertakings were necessary, that didn’t mean they didn’t weigh on her patience. The only thing that seemed to keep her civil was the fact that through all the hardships, Spike was right there beside her; to which she quickly showed her appreciation. Every. Single. Night.

After her tests and data revealed good results, Rarity was free to assume her normal daily life and reintroduced to the public. Naturally, the citizens of Ponyville were all shocked to see their local seamstress back from the dead, but with a little reassurance from the princesses, Rarity was welcomed back with open arms and allowed to resume her life, which she did with great gusto. After her wondrous transformation, her mind became filled with two things; a menagerie of new ideas for new lines of clothes; clothes that quickly sky rocketed when she made a comeback in the fashion world. The second thing to fill her mind was how she was going to pleasure her loving young drake the second she got her hands on him or vice versa. One thing Rarity quickly understood about her new form was how much her body ached for Spike’s touch, for even just his touch was more than enough to make her wet. To feel him caress and hold her; to massage and tease her, and most importantly to enter and empty his essence into her wet, supple womanhood. When she wasn’t thinking about clothes, her mind was deeply enamored with how she would make love to her drake and despite her ladylike mannerism, she never once stopped the thoughts from flowing. Even if once upon a time she were told such thoughts were uncouth, she didn’t care anymore. She loved Spike and he loved her; she would not be penalized for expressing her love for him.

Spike on the other hand couldn’t possibly be happier. Rarity was alive, they were together, what more could he ask for? With Rarity back in his life, Spike never wanted to leave her alone again and in his new found love induced courage, he told Twilight that he was going to move in with her. Naturally Twilight was taken aback, but understanding that he’s growing up and that it would be wrong to stand in his way, she agreed. And even though he was moving in with his new love, Spike assured his sister that it didn’t mean he was quitting as her number one assistant which certainly made Twilight happy to hear.

Then finally with the two living under the same roof, their daily lives became even more intimate. Now with Rarity finally all to himself, he could barely keep his hands off her or find a time when Rarity wouldn’t allow him to do so; Be it in the morning, lunch, dinner, the bathroom, the kitchen, her sowing room, day or night; the two made love wherever or whenever the mood struck them and enjoyed every blissful second of it.

It was early in the morning at Carousel Boutique, the light gently breaching the silk lavender curtains, brightening the room in a light purple hue. The light from the sun rising up until it finally reached the bed and its occupants. Two forms lay under the covers as light continued to fill the room. One of the forms began to stir before the voluptuous figure of the pale beauty that was Rarity rose up and stretched. She sat up on her knees with her arms raised over her head while the covers slid down her back, exposing her naked body to Celestia’s brilliant sun; the sun’s rays against her pale skin and light blue hair made her appear as if she were a glowing angel. She lowered her arms and looked beside her as a warm gentle smile grew on her face. She reached down and pulled the covers down slightly, revealing her still sleeping dragon lover. She brushed a lock of her azure hair behind her ear as she leaned down to next to his ear and whispered, “Time to get up, Spikey.”

She then kissed his cheek, earning a groan and a smile to crawl up the side of his mouth. Rarity then proceeded to get up out of the bed before heading into the bathroom to begin her morning routine. After taking a shower and beautifying herself per usual, she grabbed her new translucent silk bathrobe and headed downstairs to start Spike’s breakfast.

It wasn’t twenty minutes later when the scent of Rarity’s cooking managed to make its way back up to the bedroom, where Spike remained asleep. With the smell lingering in the air, Spike was easily, but still sluggishly roused from his slumber. He tossed and turned in his sleep until his addled mind was seized by Rarity’s wonderful cooking. His eyes cracked open, but his vision was still blurry with sleep and the sun shining through the window certainly didn’t help. He groaned in annoyance as he turned over on his side, trying to shield himself from the light of day, however with his mind becoming more active, he knew getting to sleep was pointless. Although, once again with his mind working, he noticed two things; that Rarity wasn’t in bed and something smelled delicious.

As he slowly pulled himself out of bed, he groggily trudged his stark naked form toward the stairs like a zombie following the magnificent scent of food. When he finally made it downstairs and rounded the corner to the threshold to the kitchen, he instantly caught sight of a voluptuous blur humming to itself by the table. Even half awake and as nothing but a blur, Spike saw nothing short of the most majestic creature in all of Equestria. He quietly shuffled over and when he was right behind her, he instantly wrapped his arms around her waist and burying his face in her soft luscious hair. Rarity gave a slight shriek in surprise, but then quickly cooed as she felt Spike’s touch as well as his spiritual energy flowing into her. “Ooh, good morning, sleepy head,” she smiled coyly as she touched her hands against his forearms. “Finally decided to get up? I thought I was going to have come upstairs and get you.”

“Hmm, how can I stay sleep with all this deliciousness waiting down here for me,” he said, pulling his head from her hair and resting it on her shoulders. “And the food smells great too.”

“You little charmer you,” she cooed, bringing up her left hand and gently caressed his cheek as she recognized the hard, stiff rod pressing against her plump ass cheeks. “You know you could have at least made yourself decent before coming to join me.”

“Says the woman wearing nothing but a see through bathrobe,” he quipped as he slipped his hands through the robe and running his hands along her waist and hips.

“Well, at least I’m wearing something,” she stated as a shiver ran up her spine and a stream of her arousal ran down her legs.

“Yeah, but if I was wearing something, I couldn’t do this,” he stated and in one swift motion he lifted the back side of her robe, revealing her ass and dripping wet pussy before plunging his morning wood deep inside her.

Rarity released a blissful moan as Spike filled every inch of her velvety walls. “Okay, you were right, you certainly wouldn’t have been able to do that.” Rarity agreed. “But before you continue...” she paused as she looked at the stove and called forth her magic to envelope the stove to continue cooking without her and then teleported her robe from her slender form and onto the floor. “Okay, now where were we-ah, oh yes!” she moaned as Spike began thrusting into a fast but steady pace.

Rarity leaned forward on the edge of the table, using her arms to hold herself up, while spreading her legs, allowing Spike in deeper as he thrust. Spike couldn’t help but enjoy himself as Rarity’s walls tightened around his length and with Rarity’s plump ass was jiggling with each audible ‘thawp’ of their hips. His right hand moved from her hip to grope her ass, earning delightful hiss from her. He kneaded and massaged the mound of flesh in his hand, sending shivers down her spine as her moaning began to escalate. Wanting to caress more of her, Spike leaned over her back, moving her hair aside to reveal her the nap of her neck before he began to pepper it with light kisses. “Oh, that feels delightful, Spikey,” Rarity giggled and cooed under his tender touch as he moved from her neck to her shoulder, all the while never stopping his hips once.

He then reached around her and took hold her bountiful breasts in each hand as he started licking and nipping at her flesh. Rarity couldn’t hold back her moans any longer as her body was experiencing sensory overload; between Spike’s thrusting, the kissing, licking and groping, her body was turning to mush and she loved it, to have Spike pleasuring every inch of her body, worshipping it…her like a goddess; how could she not? Spike felt the pressure in his loins reaching critical mass. A growl escaped him as he grits his teeth and started thrusting harder and faster. Rarity could feel Spike’s member throbbing inside her as her own pussy began to convulse around him. “Spike, kiss me, kiss me as we cum together!” she begged, looking over her shoulder at him.

Spike immediately seized her lips with his own to which she instantly reciprocated, the two moaned heartily into each other’s mouths. Their tongues hungrily and lustfully intertwined as they felt their limits being breached. With one final thrust, Spike buried his phallus deep inside her as their climaxes hit them both like a titanic wave. They both groaned and shrieked respectively as Spike unleashed shot after shot of his hot seed inside her while Rarity’s own nectar came flooding out, mixing together with his own.

Rarity’s moaning died into a shuttering as she separated her lips from his. Spike leaned forward, burying his face in her hair, taking her fragrant scent as he tried to catch his breath, wrapping his arms around her tenderly like a pillow. “Mmm, Spikey, as much as I enjoyed that, I need to finish breakfast.”

“Five more minutes,” he muttered, sounding half asleep again.

“Spike,” she giggled sternly, but amusingly at him. The drake took the hint and let go of his lover allowing her to stand up straight, letting his softening member slide out of her. She then turned around and planted a gentle peck to his lips. “Now take a seat and relax. Breakfast is almost ready.”

She turn and headed back over to the stove, but not before levitating her robe from the ground and using her magic to slip it back on. Spike took his seat and rested his head at the table, watching the woman of his dreams cook for him. As he watched her, he couldn’t help that his eyes became drawn to just about every inch of her until they caught sight of her recently filled pussy with his seed clearly being held inside by more of her magic. Spike was amazed at how much she could accomplish with her magic. According to Princess Luna, in terms of magic, a Wight could give an Alicorn a run for their money and Rarity made perfectly, if sometimes questionably good use of it. When she was finished cooking, Rarity levitated everything over to him until his plate was filled with french toast, scrambled eggs, hash browns and orange juice. “There we are, breakfast is served.”

“Everything looks great, but that’s to be expected since you cooked it.” Spike commented, eyeing the food as he picked up his utensils.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said happily, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

She then made her way to the opposite side of the table and took her seat, when just as she sat down the tea pot on the stove began to whistle. With the use of her magic, it then floated off the stove, which she then turned off and then proceeded to conjure her tea cup and milk saucer. While Spike ate, he noticed Rarity sitting silently with her eyes closed and hanging her head down. “Is something wrong?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Hm?” Rarity perked up upon hearing Spike call out to her. “Oh no, nothing, dear,” she said as her milk saucer floated up from underneath the table. “I was just getting my favorite cream for my tea.” she assured him with a seductive gaze.

He watched as Rarity poured tea into her cup and then poured her ‘milk’ into the cup, to which Spike noticed seemed a little thicker than usual. She mixed the contents of her drink with her mixing spoon and then took the spoon and placed it in her mouth, taste testing it. Rarity moaned contently as she pulled the spoon from her lips and looked at Spike as she said, “Milk tea always tastes better when the milk is fresh. Thank you for topping me off.”

Spike couldn’t help but blush at what he just saw as the sight and her words caused his erection to rise again. “You know me, only the best for my girl, and if you ever need anymore, the tap is always open.” he stated flirtatiously.

“Oh, so nice to hear, but let me finish this off first,” she said picking up her cup. “Waste not, want not.”

The two went back to enjoying their meals, sharing their typical small talk of their activities for the day. When they finished, they headed back upstairs to get ready, but not before Spike stepped into shower with Rarity trailing in behind him. After which, Spike had finished getting dressed, while Rarity sat at her vanity mirror priming and styling her hair, she then yelped in surprise as Spike wrapped his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder, to which she quickly melted into his embrace and wrapped her forearm around his head, holding him in place. “Spike dear, as much as I’d like to have another go at you, I have to open the shop and you have to hurry and make it to Twilight’s. You know she doesn’t like it if you’re late.”

“I know, I know, but I have enough to time for just one more hug and one more kiss,” he told her.

She smiled as she got up from her seat and turned to face him, draping her arms around his neck, staring deeply into his eyes. “There’s always time for that,” she assured him with a longing half lidded expression. They both leaned in taking hold of each other’s lips, but not hungrily or lustfully, more passionate, tenderly and lovingly. Spike couldn’t help but pull her in closer to him no more than Rarity could tighten and push herself closer to him.

They both knew, that for all the hot raunchy sex, it was these gentle intimate moments that they loved the most.

Being the only one between them that actually needed to breath, Spike broke the kiss, much to Rarity’s disapproval, but she sated herself, by resting her head on his chest and listening to his hastening heart beat while he continued to hold her. “Awwww, that’s so sweet,” said a gawking female voice.

The two looked around but saw no one else in the room. “Up here,” the voice said and the two looked up to see for what appeared to be a ghost. Her figure was much slimmer and lithe than Rarity’s; her breasts were smaller, but perky and supple all the same. She had long light pink hair tied in a ponytail that hung over the right side of her head with a bow tie tied around it, rose colored eyes and a pink horn atop her forehead. She wore frilly rose colored dress with a heart shaped hole over her chest, showing what little cleavage she had. Her most discernable feature was the transparent tail swishing about where her legs should have been. “Hello,” she waved at them with a carefree smile.

“Excuse me, but it’s rude to spy on people, but even more so to sneak into another’s home uninvited.” Rarity quickly chastised the ghost girl.

“Oh, please forgive me, I did not mean to intrude.” their guest replied bowing her head as she floated to the ground.

“It’s no problem, miss uh . . .”

“Oh, again, where are my manners? My name is Cherub,” she introduced herself.

“Okay, Cherub, why are you haunting our house?” Spike asked in a confused tone.

“Sorry, but I’m not haunting you, I was sent to deliver a message.” she assured them.

“A message?” The lovers said in unison. Cherub phased her hand into her chest and when she pulled it out, she revealed a scroll. With a flick of her wrist she unraveled the parchment. She then cleared her throat as she began to read the message aloud. “Here ye, here ye, to Sir Spike and Lady Rarity, your presence has been requested by Queen Lilac to attend an evening party at her castle tonight. At nightfall, a portal will be opened at your front door. Simply walk through and you shall be transported to her majesty’s domain. Formal attire is required.”

Having finally reached the end, Cherub rolled the scroll up and placed it back inside her body. “Queen Lilac? You mean the Wight that was here a few months ago?” Spike asked.

“I believe so,” Rarity answered. What I can’t believe is that she’s inviting us to a party. I haven’t heard a word from her since she ‘zombified’ me and I have been meaning to speak with her, but had no means of contacting her. she thought to herself.

“So, can I assume you two will be attending?” Cherub asked.

Spike and Rarity looked at each other, wondering what the other will say. “Well,” Rarity spoke first. “Even though it is short notice, I believe we will be able to attend."

“Yeah, and I do want to check out the Undead Kingdom. Aunt Luna says it’s pretty cool.” Spike agreed.

“Wonderful, her majesty will be delighted to hear this,” Cherub said, clapping her hands together cheerfully, “now I don’t want to be a bother, so I will take my leave, ta ta!”

The happy go lucky ghost waved goodbye as she floated up and fazed through the ceiling. “Huh, a party in the Undead Kingdom,” Spike commented as he scratched his head in thought. “This should be interesting.”

“Indeed,” Rarity agreed, “But enough dilly dallying, you’re going to be late.”

Realization finally hit as Spike remembered he had to leave. “Oh right,” He snapped in shock before leaning to give Rarity one quick final kiss on the lips before running out of the room shouting, “See ya when I get home, love you, bye.”

“Have a nice day,” she shouted back before the sound of the front door chiming and being shut reached back into the room. “Okay, Rarity, time to get to work. A few fittings, finishing that new uniform design for the Spa twins and then completing and putting the finishing touches on that dress for Fleur de Lis that Fancypants asked to fix up. After which, presuming it’s a slow day, I can spruce ‘that’ up so I’ll have something nice and fresh to wear to the party.” she explained, going over her day’s schedule.

With her thoughts settle, the undead fashionista teleported herself into her workshop and get to work.

The day’s events flew by without a hitch. Spike managed to arrive at the library just in time. He and Twilight then proceeded to get their respective tasks done; fine tuning some spells, cataloging new books and finally Spike cleaning up around the library. After everything was said and done, Spike and Twilight made some tea and snacks and began to converse. Even though they constantly worked together, they had rare few moments to catch up.

Finally given the opportunity, the brother and sister talked about each other’s off hour endeavors. While Spike knew Twilight’s main hobbies were reading, to his surprise, he managed to get some juicy information out her regarding a certain royal guard by the name of Flash Sentry and judging from the blush on her face upon further poking and prodding at, it seems she was quite taken with him. As her brother, the only natural response was that he had to and go find Flash Sentry and give him the ‘if you hurt my sister I’ll kill you’ spiel, but deep down he was happy she was finally showing an interest in someone.

And then once the talk of love interests was on the table, Twilight instantly brought up Rarity and how she was doing. Of course, he assured her she was okay, but given it was Twilight, she was going to poke and prod at him as well until she heard what she wanted to hear. He told her how well and easily it seemed that Rarity had adjusted to becoming a Wight. With her magic as powerful as it was, Rarity was using it on a whim and getting much more work done, far easier and faster than she had before. Although on the other hand, she seems to be gaining a lot of attention, mainly from a number of men around Ponyville. Apparently being a Wight made Rarity perfect eye candy since a number of times she had gone out on her own or even when they were out together, men seem to be drawn to her and attempt to flirt with her.

But despite their efforts, Rarity turned them down every time and for those who were too persistent for their own good, Spike had to scare them off. Doing so, Rarity agreed to only ever leave the house when necessary for shopping, social events, family and friendly gathers and special events. Other than that, Rarity rarely ever left the Boutique. Twilight could understand that; given the research she uncovered, Wight’s had the natural ability to ensnare men, whether this was a conscious or unconscious ability she was unsure. However, she expected Rarity to be okay with it, since she naturally didn’t mind being the center of attention, let alone having people admire her so fondly. To lock herself away as she has was certainly odd, but Spike assured her Rarity was perfectly okay with it.

The hours seemed to fly by as the two continued to talk, until the clock chimed, indicating that it was about time for Spike to go. He informed his sister that he and Rarity were invited to a party tonight and had to get ready. Giving each other a quick hug, Spike left and headed home.

Having returned home to Carousel Boutique, Spike found Rarity in her workshop, apparently putting the finishing touches on a dress. She waved him off, telling him to go get ready while she finished up. Spike knew it wouldn’t take him long to get ready, so he left Rarity to her work. In a half hour, Spike had taken a shower, ironed and pressed his suit, shinned his shoes and gotten dressed. Halfway through Rarity had returned to their room and made a b-line for the bathroom and began getting ready. By the time he had finished getting dressed, Rarity was sitting at her vanity mirror in her bathrobe, putting the finishing touches on her hair. Just as she finished brushing her hair, her eyes caught sight of Spike in her mirror staring at her. “See something you like, darling?” she asked coyly looking over her shoulder.

“You know I do?” he smirked.

“Well if you like this, you’re going to love this,” she said as she stood up and walked behind her dressing curtain.

Spike watched her sexy silhouette move as she discarded her bathrobe and a second later, a flash of her magic erupted from her. Spike flinched away from the bright light before it quickly died down. When he turned back to look at her, Spike’s jaw nearly hit the floor. Before him, Rarity stood in dress he had never seen before. It was a dark blue dress that hugged her figure in all the right places, with the back, top and sides open, showing off her ample cleavage and slender figure, while the skirt was long and free flowing with a slit running up to the side of her hip with a pair of black stockings that had a white spider web design in a pair of dark blue high heeled shoes, along with a matching pair of elbow length gloves of the same design; however, none of this applied to integrated designs. Between her breasts was a fist sized metal skull with ruby red eyes and on the front edge of her top were a set of what appeared to be skeletal fingers and from their position, it appeared as if they were in fact holding Rarity’s breasts up and out. Atop her head was a tiara in the shape of a bat with its wings unfurled and four sharp cut diamonds acting as the bat’s ears and one at the tips of each wing and to top it all off, her red Fire ruby necklace around her neck.

“So, do you like?” Rarity said, making a dramatic pose.

“Uh…uh…uh…,” Was all Spike could manage to say, but while he couldn’t speak, another part of his anatomy located in his pants had no problem speaking for him as it tried it’s hardest to break free of said pants.

Rarity saw it and giggled as she sauntered over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Spike shook his head and swallowed the lump in his throat before meeting her gaze. “Where did this come from?” he asked in amazement.

“Oh I made it some time ago after my transformation. I’ll admit, it seems rather . . . dark, but my new form had inspired me to try something dark and I came up with this.” she explained. “I just didn’t have a place to showcase it; I hope it’s not too much.” she stated, looking herself over.

“I think it looks wonderful and besides we’re going to the Undead Kingdom, between the two of us, I wish I had something . . . darker to wear.”

“Oh, come now, Spikey, I think you look dashing,” she said, fixing his bow tie. “It’s perfect. Now let’s hurry, we don’t want to be late.”

With that settled, the two took their leave, heading downstairs to the foyer and when they opened the front door, they found themselves facing scenery that was clearly not Ponyville. They passed each other a quick glance before stepping through the magical portal to their new destination. After they had fully walked through they were greeted to the sight of a land shrouded in darkness, the only light to be seen was that of a blood red moon shinning overhead and narrow stretch of road leading to a massive castle sitting a few hundred feet out in large lake, the moon’s light reflecting off the water, making it appear as if the castle was bathing in a lake of blood.

The road was lined with torches that led up to a large metal gate. From where they stood there were many towers and windows with lights beaming from every one of them, there even seemed to be a courtyard that shined brightly with shadowy silhouettes moving about. The cheers and sounds bellowing through the night told them the party was already in full swing and that they were just in time. “My word, I certainly didn’t expect this. This place is rather . . . dreary, and dark. I must say…I rather like it.”

“Yeah, it does have a ‘dark’ charm to it.” Spike agreed.

A short moment later, the sound of ‘clopping’ soon filled their ears. They quickly determined the sound was coming up behind them and turned around to find themselves face to face with a woman pulling a horse-drawn carriage. She wore a dark purple hooded robe which did well hiding her face, while the rest of her lower half resembled that of a horse with a dark purple coat. “H-Hello, might you two be S-Sir Spike and L-Lady R-R-Rarity?” she asked timidly.

“Yes, that would be us,” Rarity answered, “And you are?”

“F-Forgive me, my name is Um-Um-Umbra, the Nightmare, my Mistress, Queen Lilac s-sent me to retrieve you.” the girl answered.

“Oh, I see, thank you, dear, that’s very kind of you.” Rarity smiled at her.

“Y-you’re quite welcome,” Umbra said, her voice sounding happily, but her hooded face continued to hide her expressions. The Nightmare pulled the carriage up along-side them, giving them access to the door. Spike stepped forward to open the door as he bowed his head low, “After you, Milady.”

“Such a gentlemen,” Umbra commented.

“Isn’t he?” Rarity giggled in agreement as she stepped inside the carriage.

Spike soon followed toot suite and when he closed the door behind him, he took his seat in the quite roomy carriage next to Rarity as Umbra began to move and pull the cart with her. The ride was at a calm steady pace, the only sound to be heard was the clopping of Umbra’s hooves and the occasional sound coming from the castle, but neither of it seemed to bother the young couple occupying the cart. Rarity had intertwined her fingers with Spike’s while resting her head on his shoulder. Spike easily reciprocated and firmly tightened his grip on Rarity’s fingers and draped his right wing around her.

“Spike, can I ask you something?” she asked, her voice almost as soft as a whisper.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Do you think I’m . . . weird?” she asked, refusing to look at him.

“What? No, where is this coming from?”

“Nothing really, it’s just . . . before my transformation, when I wasn’t working, I loved being out and about. Conversing with people, going to the spa and of course socializing at parties. But now, I don’t really feel like doing any of that. Don’t get me wrong, I still love my job and I still want to make it as a famous fashion designer, but recently, I feel no need to be around others. You’ve agreed to handle the grocery and errand shopping, and other than visiting the girls, my family or special occasions such as this I rarely leave the boutique anymore.”

“So you think you’re weird because you don’t like being around people anymore?” he asked.

“I suppose, because the only person I ever truly want to be with is you.” she answered looking up to meet his gaze. “I don’t know why but I feel as if . . . as if the rest of the world doesn’t matter as much as I once thought. That if I had just you, I would be content. Oh, what a horrible thing to say,” she said shaking her head.

“Rarity,” Spike beckoned her as he cupped her chin with his hand, turning her to meet his gaze. “You’re not weird. It’s not like you hate people and don’t want to see anyone again, right?”

“Of course not,”

“You just don’t like being around people as much anymore. That’s not weird, at least not really. What’s weird is that it just sounds like you’re turning into a Fluttershy.” he chuckled.

“I suppose it does,” she giggled in agreement. “If I had to phrase it better, it would be that while I like going out, I would rather spend my time like this. Somewhere peaceful and quiet, alone with you.”

“Well, I’m not entirely sure if that’s possible.”

“Why not?”

“Because whenever we’re alone, it’s not exactly ‘peaceful’ or ‘quiet’.” he retorted with a slight blush.

“How true. How very true,” Rarity said seductively, her eyes lidded with lust. “So many late nights, early mornings and long afternoons.” she said, circling a perfectly manicured finger along his chest.

“I know, we scared how many customers away that one time?” he asked, feeling more aroused than embarrassed as he gently stroked her cheek.

“I’m afraid I can’t remember, but I do remember some lingering around a little longer to enjoy the show.” she said inching her face closer to his.

“I know, now that’s weird. We live in a town full of perverts.”

“Says the drake that started pounding my poor pussy harder when he knew he was being watched.” she retorted.

“Hey, they stuck around, might as well give them a show.” he shrugged.

“My big strong dragon likes to show off,” she stated, her lips inches from each other as she stared right into his eyes. “What am I ever going to do with you?”

“A kiss will suffice.” he assured her.

“Is that all? I don’t think you can handle just a kiss.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to soldier on,” he said, feinting depression.

“Very well,” she said before closing the final distance between the two claiming her lover’s lips with her own.

The kiss was shallow, but passionate, only the gentle pressing of lips passing between the two. Rarity gave a slight moan, feeling Spike’s spirit energy flowing profusely through the kiss as well as the urge to progress to more intimate actions to further indulge herself. Her hopes were quickly dashed when they felt the cart come to a halt. “S-Sorry to interrupt, but w-w-we’re here.” Umbra sounded from outside.

“Remind me where we left off when we get home.” Rarity told the drake as she removed herself from his body.

“No problem,” he assured her as he got up and opened the door.

The young dragon stepped outside the carriage, holding his hand at the entrance to help the lovely undead lady out. Rarity soon took his hand as she stepped out to join him before her eyes gazed upon the majesty of the castle’s interior courtyard. There were many party guests stretched around the open yard, some along the cobblestone pathway, others conversing in the beautifully kept garden surrounding the castle. Artistically cut hedge sculptures depicting various monsters such as ghosts, zombies, and demons were scattered around the garden, along with numerous floating blue fire balls hovering around properly lighting the area allowing the party goers to admire them. To the young couple, the most interesting things were the party guests as well as the servants themselves as they were all various monsters. Ghosts and Zombies serving food and drinks; the guests were a variety of Vampires, Dark elves, Devils, Dullahans and the like. Some of the guests took quick notice of Spike and Rarity and began murmuring and whispering as they sized the couple up; while their comments were hidden, the numerous smiles and impressed looks clearly indicated that the dragon and wight were already a hot topic.

“Feeling nervous,” Spike whispered as he straightened out his tux, acting as cool and casual as he could.

“A little, but this isn’t anything I haven’t done before,” she said with a slight shrug as she hooked her arms through his, “just another party with other high class individuals. Only this time, I have you at my side.”

Spike smiled at her before they heard a familiar voice call out, “Ah, Sir Spike, Lady Rarity, you finally arrived.” They looked toward the entrance of the Castle to see Cherub the Ghost floating up to them with a beaming smile on her face. “You made it just in time, her Majesty has been dying to see you both, figuratively speaking of course. Please, follow me.”

With that the two followed the chipper ghost inside the ominous yet beautiful castle. The couple trailed behind the ghost as she led through the castle halls. Rarity and Spike marveled at the decor and architecture, but their eyes continued to be drawn to the mass of large paintings of her Majesty in various provocative poses and sexy outfits. “Wow, Lilac really has a thing for . . . herself.” Spike commented.

“Oh not really,” Cherub said waving off the comment. “Despite this place being a Kingdom, her majesty simply has a lot of free time on her hands, so she needed a hobby. She simply poses and uses her magic to paint these herself. Whenever she grows tired of one or two, her friends are more than happy to buy them and take them off her hands.”

“Really? That’s quite impressive. I never would have pegged Lilac for an artist.” Rarity said in astonishment.

“You’ll find when you live as long as she has a hobby or two truly makes time fly by.” Cherub giggled.

The three finally came to the end of the hallway and found themselves standing at the top of her staircase leading in a massive ballroom, easily the same size if not a little bigger than the one at Canterlot Castle. The stairway they stood on was connected to a second floor that spanned around the room for more close-knit, intimate conversation to be had while the lower level acted as the main socializing area; the floor was white polished granite, with white stone pillars embedded in the walls and atop the ceiling was beautiful crystal chandelier; a long food table sat in the right hand corner of the room, filling with delicious looking delicacies with more ghosts and zombies, floating and shuffling about respectively with trays of food and wine to keep their patrons sated; in the back of the room was a small orchestra group of zombies playing slow music, given it didn’t appear they could play anything fast and the middle of the room acted as the dance floor where some of the coupled guests took advantage of dancing closely with their loved ones.

“Right this way,” Cherub said beckoning the couple to follow her down the stairs. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, many of the party guests once again caught sight of them before more muttering and whispered caught their ears, but the couple continued to pay them no mind as Cherub guided them through the mass of monsters.

It didn’t take too long before they finally saw Lilac who seemed to be sharing a happy anecdote with two beautiful dark skinned woman; one with pointy ears and silver hair who was clearly a dark elf and the other with long black hair with an Neighgyptian symbol under her right eye. The dark elf was dressed in a slim one piece black dress that left a diamond shaped hole revealing not only a large amount of cleavage to her large ample breasts but also revealing her sexy naval with her back fully exposed. The other woman wore bandages on her forearms and legs like stocks on her bare feet with golden jewelry on her wrists and ankles along with a golden crown atop her head with a four foot gold and blue hooked cane and a cobra hanging comfortably around her neck.

Lilac and the two women released a hearty laugh when Cherub quickly blew passed the other patrons, excusing herself as she made it through until she finally reached her Mistress. Having gained her attention, Lilac leaned in as her servant informed her of her new guests arrival. The undead queen swung her head around, her face instantly lighting up as she saw her favored guests. “Rarity, Spike, you made it,” Lilac called out to them, waving them over to herself and her friends. “Come, come, let me introduce you.”

The couple weaved their way through the crowd of guests and when they finally reached their Wight host, she quickly pulled Rarity into a hug which the young seamstress quickly reciprocated. “I’m so glad you could come,” Lilac said happily before pulling away and the two undead woman made pseudo kisses to each other’s cheeks. “And I must say you look positively ravishing, my dear. Being a Wight has certainly become you.”

“Why thank you,” Rarity smiled brightly with a slight blush.

“Now, now, Lilac, you’re embarrassing the poor thing,” the dark elf stated as she joined her friend’s side.

“Yes, please, introduce us to your little friends.” the other woman said with an alluring smile.

“Of course, where are my manners.” Lilac said as she stood to Rarity’s side as her friends stood before them. “Rarity, these are my dear friends, Queen Hex of the Dark Elves,” she said gesturing to the Elven Queen who extended her hand.

“A pleasure,” Hex smiled devilishly as Rarity shook her hand.

“And Pharaoh Amenset of the Saddle Arabian Dessert.”

“It is an honor to finally meet the new Wight Lilac has been telling us about,” the dessert queen smiled with a slight bow.

“Oh no, the honor and pleasure are all ours to have been invited to such a lovely party,” Rarity said as she and Spike curtseyed and bowed respectively to their fellow guests before turning back to Lilac. “And Lilac I must say, your kingdom is positively lovely, I never would have imagined you lived in such a place.”

“Oh pish, it’s not much, but it’s home,” she scoffed casually.

“And who is this strapping young drake?” Hex asked in a sultry tone as she moved over to Spike’s side, eyeing him hungrily.

“I’m Spike, nice to meet you,” he casually introduced himself.

“Likewise,” Amenset said taking Spike’s other side as she sized him up. “You certainly don’t meet dragons very often especially in my homeland.”

“Especially not one as handsome as this one,” Hex added.

“Ladies, please you’re making me blush,” Spike chuckled as his cheek turned slightly red. Rarity saw the women advance on him and while she would never do anything drastic, that certainly didn’t stop the thoughts of doing so from flowing through her mind. Lilac saw the younger Wight’s expression and knew she had to control the situation.

“Yes, now who is embarrassing who?” Lilac mocked her friends. “Girls, you’ve only just met him and he is already happily coupled with dear Rarity, so let’s be civil, shall we?”

“Oh of course, we would never be so brash,” Hex assured her but spoke as she looked at Rarity. “Rarity, you wouldn’t mind if we borrowed your mate for a little while. We’ll give him right back, I promise.”

“Well I . . . I suppose I don’t see a problem with it,” Rarity hesitated.

“Wonderful,” Amenset cheered as she hooked her arm through Spike’s. “Come, Spike, I’m sure you have a few delightful tales to regale us with.”

“Uh, sure,” Spike said as the two women began to pull him away, looking over his shoulder at his dear Rarity.

“Don’t worry, darling, Hex and Amenset can be rather . . . frisky at times, but they would never commit adultery with another.” Lilac assured her.

“Are you sure he will be okay?”

“Certainly, the worst he will have to deal with is the occasional cheek pinching and sultry gaze.”

“I suppose I can live with that.” Rarity sighed heavily.

“Glad to hear,” Lilac said hooking her arm through Rarity’s, leading her back through the room. “Come, I have some more friends who I know have been dying to meet you.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I told them about you being a fashion designer and after seeing you in this hand-made originaldress I’m sure they’re going to want to hear more about you.”

Hm, perhaps a little mingling couldn’t hurt. Rarity thought to herself.

Spike was surprised with how much he was enjoying himself; despite being separated from Rarity, both Hex and Amenset were interesting company, to say the least. Though Spike was more than happy to tell a tales of his life, so too were the Queens and many of their stories left him blushing, more so from arousal than not, but he would never admit it to them. Spike and the two Queens were sitting at a table on the second floor. Hex had just finished another raunchy story of hers, which left Amenset and herself reeling in laughter, but left Spike slightly stunned. “Sweet Celestia of Equestria, that... that one’s a little hard to believe. I’m almost afraid to ask what the Beehive was for,” he said scratching his head.

Hex managed to stifle her laughter enough so she could lean into Spike’s ear to answer his question. His face contorted from confusion to a deep red blush to a clearly horrified expression. “Yup, that’s why I was afraid to ask,” he deadpanned.

Hex laughed again as she pulled away from him, deeply enjoying the poor dragon’s pained expressions. “And that’s sadly why I couldn’t bring my husband, tonight.”

“Give him my sympathies,” he said.

“Oh he’ll need more than sympathy to heal, I assure you,” she chuckled to herself.

“So, tell us, Spike. How are things going to between you and your lovely lady?” Amenset asked as she gently petted her cobra which had wound itself around her wrist, relishing in her mistress' attention.

While Spike was ready to answer, having spent some time with them, he quickly gauged the two women, trying to access whether they were asking him a simple question with a simple answer or a question that required an answer of intimate detail. A quick scan of their body language: between their lidded eyes, Hex leaning forward with her elbow of the table, giving Spike a generous look of her cleavage, and Amenset crossing her long, glorious gams, giving him a perfect view of her thighs and hips. He knew the answer they were looking for.

“So, do you want me to keep it soft core or rated triple x?” he asked bluntly.

The two women glanced at each other before looking back to him. “Leave no stone unturned, dear.”

“Okay, I got one for you,” he said as he began to weave his tale of debauchery.

It was late in the afternoon when Spike returned home to the boutique. Twilight had let him go home early since they finished their work ahead of schedule and, with the extra time, he decided to sneak home and surprise Rarity. However, upon his arrival to his lovely home, he looked around to see that Rarity was nowhere in sight. Not wanting to ruin his surprise, Spike set forth to locate his undead beauty. It wasn’t all that difficult to find her, since he figured that if she wasn’t in the foyer, she must have been in her work room. When he reached the door, he pressed his ear against it and heard scratching and grumbling sounds. He cracked the door open to peek inside, only to find Rarity sitting at her desk, trying to sketch out a new design. Upon closer inspection, Spike could see a multitude of crumbled up pieces paper piled up on the floor beside her. Rarity let out an annoyed groan as she took the paper she was working on, crumbled it up and tossed it aside with the others.

“Oh, fooey. I just cannot, for the un-life of me, get this design right. Why is this so hard?” She huffed in aggravation before starting in on another sketch.

Hm, whatever she’s working on is clearly stressing her out, he thought as he watched her get lost in her work. Maybe I can help her relax. He slowly opened the door and crept inside, making sure not to rouse her attention. After finally closing the distance, he opened his arms wide, slowly inching himself closer. There was just a few inches of space between them when his arms finally came into her peripheral vision, and when Spike made his move, wrapping his arms around the distracted seamstress. “Gotcha!”

Rarity shrieked in surprise as she felt the pair of arms wrapped around both the top and bottom of her chest, squeezing her breasts between them before being lifted from her chair and pressed against a familiar, broad, and powerful chest. “Hey there, beautiful,” Spike smiled as he leaned in and kissed her cheek.

“Spike?” she gasped as her shock quickly turned to anger. “Honestly, you almost scared me back to life,” she told him before a thought came to mind, “wait, why are you home so early?”

“Twilight and I finished up early, so she let me go. I wanted to surprise you,” he answered.

“Well, you certainly succeeded in doing that,” she agreed before leaning into his embrace.

With Spike so close, he leaned over her shoulder to look her work desk to try and see what she was working on, “so, whatcha got, there?”

“No, don’t look,” Rarity frantically snapped, pulling away from Spike to throw herself over her drawings. “I don’t want anyone to see this... this mess.”

“C’mon, Rarity. I’ve seen your messes, before,” he said, looking around at the room. “Actually, it’s still pretty clean in here.”

“No, I mean... I just can’t seem to get this design right,” she said, pulling herself from her desk and looking over her work.

“Well, what’s wrong with it?”

“That’s just it. I don’t know,” she whined in complete desperation. “I don’t know what’s wrong, and I don’t know what’s right, either! Argh, it’s nerve wracking!”

“Easy, honey,” Spike said, placing his hands on her shoulders and gently rubbing them, trying to sooth her. “Relax, you’re just trying too hard.”

“I know, I know. It’s just... this dress is something new for me. I want it to reflect my new state of being; to show the beauty from within the darkness. I just want it to be perfect.”

“If it’s a dress made by you, I know it will be perfect,” he assured her, giving her a gentle kiss on her head. “Why don’t you take a break, hm?”

“Mmm, perhaps you’re right,” she agreed. “Maybe a moment's rest will help clear my mind.”

“Atta girl,” he smiled. “Is there any way I can help?”

Rarity remained silent for a second before an idea flashed across her mind and a devious smirk grew upon her face. “Actually, there is something you can do for me,” she assured him as she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes lidded in lust and mischief.

Spike knew that look and he couldn’t help but smile at her. “What do you have in mind?”

“Step back for a second,” she told him as she stood up. Spike did as he was told and took a step back, letting Rarity move the chair she was sitting on out of the way. She then crooked her finger toward him, beckoning forward. He took but a single step forward before Rarity gently placed her hand on his chest, stopping him. “There, now just hold still,” she said with a warm smile. She summoned her magic and with a quick wave of her hand, Spike’s clothes vanished, leaving him completely naked. Normally, anyone would be a little taken by surprise, but given how frisky Rarity had become, this wasn’t all that surprising…anymore. “Now, just lower your body, as if you were sitting down, and then pull your tail up, underneath yourself, for balance.”

Spike did as she said, sitting himself down and using his tail to keep himself upright. Rarity giddily clapped her hands together as she eyed her new handsome piece of furniture. “Perfect, now I have a new chair to relax in,” she happily said, turning around and gently sitting upon Spike’s bare lap with her back against his chest.

“Oh, so I’m just a piece of furniture, huh?” Spike asked sarcastically, resting his head on her shoulder.

“Of course not, darling, you’re not just any old chair,” she said as grabbed Spike’s hands and placed them on her sides. “You have a lot of special features to help me relax.”

“Now you’re talking,” he chuckled with a toothy grin before turning his head to the side and gently kissing her neck. Rarity gave a light moan as Spike started caressing her sides and taut stomach, feeling her body go lax under his embrace. Spike continued to lavishly kiss and nibble on Rarity’s neck while his hands began to unbutton her dress shirt. When the last button came undone, Rarity’s breasts bounced free from their confines and, to Spike’s surprise, she was without a bra. “Huh, looks like somebody felt bold, today,” he said with a toothy smirk, taking hold of one her breasts, groping and massaging it with great care. “Walking around without a bra... for shame, my dear.”

“I can’t help it,” she replied, biting her lip and doing her best to hold in her steadily increasing moans. “As sexy as they are, my undergarments sometimes get in the way, and I tend to think better when I’m not so...restricted.”

“Really, that’s all there is to it,” he inquired in a cocky tone. “So you just sit here in your work room, for hours on end, without any underwear on? Oh, please. I bet you’re having so much trouble because you just sit in this room, playing with yourself while you’re waiting for me.”

“I would nev-ah,” Rarity yelped as Spike pinched her nipple, tugging on the tender flesh.

“C’mon, Rares. It’s me you’re talking to. I know you,” he told her as his other hand joined its twin, groping her remaining breast. “You might as well be honest with me, your body is.”

Rarity couldn’t hide the blush on her face as she whined, looking down as Spike kneading her boob flesh, the direct contact flooding her body with pleasure and the added warmth of his spirit energy. Even though he was just teasing her, she could already feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter by the minute. “I-I suppose I in-indulge myself in a l-l-little carnal fun, while you’re away d-during the day.” she finally responded in a weak stammer has Spike continued to play with her tender bits.

“How often?”

“Once a day,” she answered quickly.

Feeling she wasn’t being too truthful again, Spike twisted her nipples firmly, Rarity shrieked, her back arching, but Spike held her still in his lap. “T-T-Three times! Three times a day.” she answered and Spike released her nipples, letting Rarity relax in his grip.

“See, that’s not so hard,” he told her.

“Maybe not, but something else is most certainly hard,” she said, feeling something pressing against the underside of her skirt.

“Can you really blame me,” he said pulling his right hand from her breast and gently running it down her midriff. “Thinking about you here, all alone, having some fun without me, it’s pretty hot. Why don’t you show me how you do it, hm?"

“Well…if you insist,” Rarity said. The pale seamstress summoned her magic to unhook her shoes and gently removed her feet before moving them to the side, away from them. She then pulled her stocking covered leg up and hooked her fingers through the bang around her inner thigh, slowly pulling it down, revealing more and more of her pale white flesh.

“You take all your clothes off?” he asked, resting his head on her shoulder, still massaging her chest, slowly and sensually as she finally removed her stocking.

“When I’m not too busy and I have the time, I like to do things properly,” she said, glancing back at him with a coy, sultry smile as she went and removed her other stocking. She tossed her leggings away haphazardly and then moved her hands to her sides as she attempted to remove her skirt. “Do you mind holding me, dear? I don’t feel like getting up.”

“Fine by me,” he said as he pulled his hands from her breasts and wrapped them around her midsection. Rarity leaned back into him as she pulled her legs up and began to pull her skirt down, letting it pass over her hips and down her legs. When her skirt finally passed feet, she tossed it away as well. With her lover half completely exposed, there was now nothing stopping Spike’s raging hard on from rising up between Rarity’s legs, just a couple of inches away from her dripping wet pussy. “Now what?” he asked.

“Now…” she trailed off as she pulled her left hand up to her pussy. “I tease my tender lips with slow even strokes thinking of you licking me, letting myself get all nice and wet,” she said as she carried out the motions, running her fingers up and down her pussy lips.

“You’re way passed wet by this point,” he chuckled as he watched her.

“You said to show you, I’m showing you, now hush,” she chastised him jokingly as she focus on her task. “Next I start running my fingers up and down my pussy, even spreading my labia open once and a while so you could get a better view.” she explained, shuddering as she caressed her pussy, drenching her fingers in her love nectar before spreading her lips open, letting more of her nectar flow more freely as it dripped down on to Spike’s member. Spike groaned as Rarity’s flower bathed his dick in her juices, the warm liquid spurring his more basic instincts to take Rarity now, but he restrained himself; he could tell by her recent panting that Rarity was in her own little world and he didn’t want to disturb her. Not yet. “Then I take my other hand,” she said as she lower her hand towards her nethers, “and start playing with my engorged little clit.”

She moaned loudly as she pressed her middle and ring finger against her clit, rubbing her fingers against the sensitive nub of flesh. Her breathing started become erratic she began to speed up stroking, while her fingers pinched and pulled on her clit, her pussy practically drooling onto Spike’s member. “And finally, I stuff my fingers as deep as they’ll go, imagining you plunging your big strong dick deep inside of me.”

That sounds like my cue, Spike thought to himself. Before Rarity could complete the act, Spike quickly shifted his hands from her waist and moved them under the back of her knees as he quickly lift her up. The sudden motion startled Rarity, but not nearly as much as when Spike lined his penis up and suddenly pulled Rarity straight down skewering her on his dick. Rarity arched her back, screaming as she felt Spike’s phallus drive itself deep inside her, spreading her tight walls wide open. Spike groaned, feeling Rarity’s pussy tighten itself perfectly around his dragon meat. Rarity panted and shuddered heavily while her body quickly came down from her pleasure filled shock. “Y-you just…just couldn’t help…yourself, could you?” she asked.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“It’s okay,” she said, smiling back at him.

“So, then what do I do?” he asked.

“Beg pardon?”

“In your fantasy, what do I do next?” he elaborated.

“Oh, well, first you start thrusting at a fast but steady pace,” she answered.

“Really, right off the bat?”

“My fantas~y,” she said in a sing-song tone.

“Okay, okay,” he said. Spike quickly proceeded and began thrusting like a piston, Rarity threw her head back, moaning loudly as her was became racked with pleasure.

“Ah, yes, just like that,” she cried out, reveling in ecstasy. With each thrust, Rarity felt a wave of Spike’s spirit energy rushing through her and she loved it. Feel the warmth of Spike’s very soul coursing through her body; it was like he was pouring his love and affection directly into her and she couldn’t be happier. Spike groaned as he continued to thrust, Rarity’s sodden pussy was doing its best to wring his seed from him and he had to resist every urge to let it. Her beautifully sculpted velvety walls captured every contour of his phallus in a perfect grip; not a single inch of his dick went untouched and thrusting at his current speed was a sheer test of will, but bringing Rarity the pleasure and love she deserved was worth it.

Giving how fast he was moving Spike could see Rarity’s bountiful bosoms bouncing more than Pinkie Pie on a sugar rush. Leaving such magnificent orbs unattended was a crime in and of itself and Spike certainly wasn’t going to allow that. He quickly set Rarity’s legs down, and grasped Rarity’s teats firmly. Rarity gasped as she felt Spike’s hands dig into her chest while he continued to thrust. “Yes, Spike, harder, grope my chest harder,” she pleaded, placing her hands atop his, coaxing and guiding them.

It was in that instance that an image flashed before Rarity’s eyes. A new stunningly dark and bold design for a chest piece. 'Oh…oh my goodness! That…that was-' Rarity’s thought came to a halt as Spike responded to her please and pinched her stiff nipple hard, causing her to shriek as a new jolt of pleasure shot through her. Spike continued to thrust, grope and twist Rarity’s nipples, each sensation driving her closer to the edge. “Spike, I’m almost there, I’m going to cum!”

“M-Me too, I can’t…hold it in…m-much longer,” he groaned.

“No, don’t hold it in, let it out! Cum! Cum inside me!”

Hearing Rarity spur him on drove Spike to the edge as he began thrusting harder and faster with total abandon. Rarity cried out in total ecstasy as Spike pounded away at her pussy; she could feel Spike phallus throbbing while her walls convulsed around him. They were both close to their limits and with a few more final thrusts, Spike finally reached his. He groaned loudly as he drove himself to the hilt and released his seed deep into Rarity’s depth. Rarity screamed as she felt Spike’s hot molten orgasm painting her walls white, while the dragon’s climax triggered her own, causing a wave of pleasure to assault her body.

Rarity arched her back as a stream of fem cum squirted out, mixing together with Spike’s seed as well as drenching Spike’s waist. Rarity soon crashed back into Spike’s chest, both of them heaving and panting to try and ride out their respective afterglows. However, to Spike’s surprise, Rarity was the first to recover as she sat back up and exclaimed, “I got it! I finally got it!”

She then leaned forward to her desk and began drawing the designs she saw in her mind, the inspiration just pouring out of her. “See, I told you a break would make you feel better.” Spike said happily.

“Yes, yes it did, but we’re not done yet,” Rarity said, looking over her shoulder at him with lustful eyes, gyrating her hips over his still raging hard on. “Don’t stop now, keep those creative juices flowing.”

Spike gave a toothy grin, grabbing Rarity’s hips and started thrusting at his own leisure while the alabaster beauty moaned feverishly as she went to work on her new dress design.

“...And I’m assuming the dress she wore is the one she was working on during all that because I hadn’t seen it until tonight,” Spike said finishing his tale.

“Oh my goodness,” Amenset said, fanning herself with her hand. “That was a lot raunchier than I thought it would be.”

“I’ll say,” Hex chimed in, her cheeks flustering red, but puffed out in a very adorable pout. “The only furniture my husband is good for is a footstool and he's not even a very good one. Rarity is so lucky.”

“Agreed, it’s not every day a woman can get a male that’s kind enough to assist her in such endeavors.”

“Why thank you,” Spike chuckled, blushing slightly from the praise. “Oh, would you ladies like to hear about the sexy show Rarity and I put on for some customers of hers?”

“Are Yeties ridiculously fluffy?” Hex asked rhetorically, instantly becoming more bright eyed and bushy tailed at the prospect of a new story.

“Okay, so get this...” Spike smiled widely as he began his story.

Time seemed to fly by as Lilac introduced Rarity to her many patrons, all of which were immediately taken with her. They found her dress so alluring and entrancing they couldn’t believe it was hand-made, and by herself no less. Rarity was almost overwhelmed by how much praise she received, but took it all in stride, especially when a number of her female admirers wanted to do business with her, which certainly made her night.

Feeling as though she’d had enough face time with her guests, Lilac took it upon herself to remove Rarity from the limelight and up to her private booth for a little one-on-one. Rarity sat across from the Queen in a spacious balcony that oversaw the ballroom, where while the noise from the party could be heard, she tried to pay it no mind to it as she let her eyes roam around, trying to spot Spike, who she couldn’t seem to find.

“Now, let’s lower the volume, shall we?” Lilac said and with a wave of her hand, causing a pair of shades to fall, closing off the balcony and, to Rarity’s surprise, the noise of the party. “That’s better.”

“A sound proofing spell? You must teach me that one, for it would certainly come in handy.” Rarity smiled, trying her best to hide her disappointment in locating her love.

“Oh, I’m sure it would,” Lilac said as she poured herself and Rarity some tea. “Now, before anything else transpires, Rarity. I would like to extend my deepest apologies.”

“Whatever would you be apologizing for, dear?” Rarity asked, slightly taken aback by the statement as she took her cup in her hands.

“For whatever it is you went through during your transitioning,” Lilac clarified. “I know it must have been difficult, if not terrifying for you when you finally woke up, and even more so when you realized what had happened to you. I went through the same thing as well.”

“Well, I must admit that it was rather... hectic, waking up in my own coffin and then having to dig myself out and find out I was dead and buried. The whole experience was one I would never want to go through again,” Rarity said before taking a sip of her tea.

“Not even if it meant getting together with Spike once more?” Lilac inquired.

The question caught Rarity off guard once again. “I... suppose that would be the one reason to go through it all again. Finally being together with him certainly made it all worthwhile.” Rarity answered with a smile.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Lilac said, taking a sip of her tea. “I know it must’ve been easy with all that Spirit energy he was giving off.”

“Wait, you knew he had all of that energy?”

“Of course. I tried to take some for myself when you introduced me to him.” Lilac admitted with the utmost casualty.

“I beg your pardon!” Rarity snapped in outrage.

“Forgive me, darling, but in my defense, you two weren’t an item then, and yet, despite that, I couldn’t take any of his energy anyway.” Lilac said with a friendly, yet apologetic smile.

“Why... why not?” Rarity hesitated as her anger turned to curiosity.

"I’m not so sure of it, myself,” Lilac said placing a finger to her chin in thought, “if I was to take a stab in the dark, I would assume that his love and adoration for you was... is so strong that he subconsciously placed a block around his energy, so that he can focus it all on you. In simple terms, dear, he loves you so much that he reserves all of his love, attention, and energy for you, that is why I’m assuming it’s so easy for you to absorb it from him so readily and almost impossible for me to have taken any.”

“So Spike has so much energy to give to me because of his love for me, and because his love and devotion to me is so strong, no one else can steal his energy. Hm, I suppose that makes about as much sense as anything else,” she said with a content smile, once again sipping her tea.

“Well, now that we’ve settled this little matter, time to move onto something more risqué,” Lilac said with a devilish smile.

“I’m afraid I don’t follow, dear,” Rarity said with a raised brow.

“Now don’t play coy,” Lilac said with a lidded gaze. “You’ve had your new body for some time now, I’m sure you have a few raunchy tales to tell, you know, just between us wights.”

“Lilac, a lady never kisses and tells,” Rarity said in a dignified tone as she turned her head away, both to show her displeasure of the subject and to hide the light blush forming on her cheeks.

“Oh come now, Rarity, I so rarely have any strapping young men visit my bed, I can’t help but live vicariously through another, so please indulge me,” Lilac pleaded, her lustful gaze turning to one of innocence.

Rarity glared at her from the corner of her eyes and felt her defenses breaking, to which, before long, she sighed heavily in defeat. “Well, I suppose I do have a story or two.”

“Oh goody,” Lilac jeered happily as she called her hands together. “Do tell, and don’t leave out any details.”

“Well, there is this one thing Spike has done recently that I think you’ll find interesting,” Rarity said tapping her perfectly manicured finger to her chin in thought. “It started about a month ago…”

It was late into the night and Rarity lay silently in her bed, cuddled up together in the arms of her favorite dragon. Even though she couldn’t sleep, just lying there, listening to Spike’s steady heartbeat was enough to calm her conscious mind, but even more so, with their naked forms so intimately intertwined, Rarity’s body was constantly flooded with the drake’s spirit energy. She moaned contently, feeling the massive overflow of energy cascade around her entire body, “Mmmm, spirit energy, such a wonderful thing, how did I ever live without it?”

She then heard the dragon give a deep tired groan, but she paid it no mind. She knew Spike was a deep sleeper and once he was out, it was nearly impossible to wake him unless one had access to food or sunlight. Then to her surprise, she felt Spike’s grip tighten a bit before the familiar feeling of Spike’s thin wet tongue brushing against her neck. “Spike,” she quietly called to him. She received no verbal response until another lick followed, tickling her a bit. “Teehee, Spi~ke, don’t,” she giggled. “I know you want to play some more but you have to sleep. You need to get up early tomorrow.”

The poor undead woman’s words seem to fall on deaf ears as Spike soon started kissing the back and sides of her neck. Rarity couldn’t help but shiver from his gentle touch, before she felt his tail begin to slither around her leg. Spike’s tail slowly escalated up her leg and around her thighs while his hands began to roam around her midsection. The young wight cooed and purred at the sensual assault, fidgeting in his grasp. “Mmmm, that feels delightful, darling, but you should really get some sleep.” she told him, but once again, her efforts were for not.

Rarity yelped in surprise as she felt the spade of Spike’s tail slip past her thighs and press against her bare pussy. Before she could even voice a response, the flat of his spade soon began pressing against her exposed flower, causing her moaning to quickly escalate. With each stroke, she was finding her resolve to rebuke the dragon’s advances becoming more and more difficult. The last vestiges of her resolve completely dissipated when she felt Spike’s erect member pressing firmly between her spankable ass cheeks. “Well now you’re just not playing fair,” she said, her cheeks puffed cutely out in a pout, but from her position she knew Spike couldn’t see.

Spike then began to slowly thrust his dragon shaft between Rarity’s soft bountiful cheeks, while his tail continued its rhythmic stroking of her womanhood. Rarity made no attempt to hide her cries of pleasure, moving her own hips in time with Spike’s, making sure she was giving as good as she was getting as her pussy coated his spade in her liquid love. Spike’s hot dogging of her rear end finally caused him to groan, but he stifled it by burying his face in Rarity’ luxurious hair. “As good as this feels, isn’t there someplace else you want to put that hot rod of your, dear?” she asked sweetly, her voice dripping with seduction.

The only response she received was Spike’s hands rising from her sides and grasping a handful of her pillowy boob flesh. Rarity cried out at the sudden enthusiastic groping and kneading of her chest before she stuttered a replied, “I-I was referring t-to...the area that’s currently bathing your tail, but I...I s-should have known better.”

Rarity then yelped in surprise as she felt Spike shift around and before she knew it, he was straddling her midsection. Throughout that fluid motion, Rarity couldn’t help but notice Spike’s hands and tail never once left her boobs or crotch, still massaging both areas. Now that he was in plain sight, Rarity could see his phallic member standing tall and at attention. “Aw, is that for me? You shouldn’t have,” she purred at the sight. Once against Spike gave no response, which Rarity felt was a little odd. Even though he had initiated, Spike hadn’t said a word throughout the entire act. “Spikey, are you okay?” Rarity asked as she raised her hand. She focused her magic through it, creating a small orb of light between them. Her eyes widened in shock to that Spike’s eyes were still closed, his body gently swaying in slumber. ‘He’s... asleep!? But how is h…’ Rarity was pulled from her thoughts as Spike wrapped his fingers around her perky nipples and tugging on them.

She screamed and arched her back up as both pain and pleasure shot through her body. The moment his fingers released her nipples, his hands started vigorously groping her chest. “S-Spike...Spikey, y-you need to, ah!” Rarity’s words became caught in her throat as the pleasure was starting to become too much. It’s no use, he’s too good, she thought to herself before an idea popped into her mind. ‘Wait, maybe if I get him to cum he’ll wake up. It’s worth a shot I suppose.’

Rarity cancelled out her magic, causing the orb of light to vanish while she brought her hands to her chest, placing them against Spike’s hands. The slumbering dragon halted his movement, if only for a moment, which was all Rarity needed. “Mmm, that feels good, Spikey, but wouldn’t it feel even better with that nice hard dick of yours between them,” she purred, gently caressing his hands with her. “C’mon, you know you want to.”

She could hear a low growl in the back of Spike’s throat, as if his addled mind was considering it, however that only seem to last for a second or so as he removed his hands from her chest and pushing his throbbing member between the open valley that was her cleavage. “That a boy,” she giggled, as she pressed her mounds together, enveloping a good portion of his hard on, leaving the tip sticking out, inches from her mouth.

Rarity then began stroking his member with her breasts, pumping them up and down against his hot, molten flesh. Spike groaned at the soft sensation of her skin caressing him. She giggled at his reactions, watching as his dick would vanish in the chasm of her breasts one moment and the tip reappearing in another, drooling beads of pre with every stroke. Just looking at the sticky fluid flowing from the crown of his dick was more than enough to coax her next move. Rarity leaned forward, stretching her tongue out to give the tip a tentative lick.

Spike groaned as a shiver ran up his spine, while Rarity continued licking around his sensitive head, causing more pre to drip free onto her tongue. However, Rarity underestimated the patience of Spike’s unconscious mind as the sensual sensations already became too much. Before she knew it, Spike had grabbed hold of her horn and thrust his dick into her waiting mouth. Rarity shrieked in surprise, causing the vibrations to roll over Spike’s dick which only seemed to spur him on as he pulled back started thrusting like a wild beast.

While she was surprised at first, Rarity quickly relaxed and let Spike do as he pleased while she focused on continuing to stroke his shaft with her breasts. The two lovers soon found themselves lost in the pleasure; between Rarity’s titjob and Spike’s tail stroking her soaking pussy, they were both reaching their limits. ‘Sweet Celestia, I can’t take much more of this,’ she thought, feeling her pussy convulsing as Spike’s tail thrashed against her clit. It wasn’t soon after that she felt Spike’s member throbbing and growing inside her mouth, signaling her to his own impending release. ‘Yes, almost there! Cum, Spike! Let it all out!’

Spike’s hip thrusting and tail rubbing became more frantic, trying drive them both over the edge, Rarity moaning feverishly at the assault on her poor pussy. Spike gave a final thrust, throwing his head back, groaning as his climax finally hit him, launching shot after shot of his seed into the wight’s mouth. Rarity cried out as her mouth quickly began to fill with Spike’s white hot essence; a short second later, she pulled his dick form her mouth, causing her face to get plastered with another shot while she cried out at her own climax hitting her, spraying a stream of fem cum against his tail and her bed sheets.

Spike groaned as he released a couple more shots across her face and between her breasts, riding out his orgasm while Rarity did the same, panting and shuddering underneath him. “T-T-There...t-that should...do i-it,” she muttered to herself as she pulled her hand up, summoning her magic to conjure another ball of light. “O-Okay, Spike, you should be...asleep?”

Rarity’s luminescent orb revealed that Spike was indeed still asleep. She wasn’t even able to rethink her options before Spike quickly flipped her over. Rarity shrieked in surprise as she landed onto her stomach before he grabbed her by her hips and pulled her ass up into the air, her drooling pussy completely exposed to him. “N-N-Now, Spike, w-wait, don’t, I just came!” she tried to tell him, but once again, her words fell on deaf ears.

Spike quickly lined himself up and took the plunge, thrusting himself deep into Rarity’s pussy. Rarity screamed in surprise and ecstasy as the sudden penetration caused her second orgasm to hit her immediately. She felt her sensitive pussy convulsing as another gush of her cum shot forth, drenching Spike’s pelvis. When the geyser of her orgasm finally died down, Rarity was left shuddering and panting heavily, a look of pure euphoric bliss plastered on her face. ‘Oh dear, this isn’t good,’ she thought to herself. ‘If he keeps this up, I’m going to lose my mind.’

Suddenly, before her body had a chance to calm down, Spike then began to thrust, plowing her still over sensitive love tunnel with total abandon. Rarity cried out in pure pleasure, simply lying there and letting Spike do as he pleased. ‘Oh well, this certainly isn’t a bad thing and it isn’t as though I needed sleep.’

“…After that he just kept cumming and cumming and I just kept cumming and cumming,” Rarity trailing on as she came to the end of her tale. “Honestly, I can’t tell you how many times I came. I lost count after ten.”

Lilac remained stock still, her eyes widened in surprise and her cheeks flushed bright red. “My word. That. Is. The sexiest thing I have ever heard,” she said giddily. “You’re telling me he was ‘sleep sexing’ you? Incredible, my dear, just amazing! I knew he was a keeper.”

“I wish I could say that was the first and last time it ever happened,” Rarity said with a casual shrug of her shoulders before taking a sip of her tea.

“You mean he continues to do it,”

“Every once in a while,” Rarity answered in an uncertain tone. “I wish I knew what caused it, but every so often, he just attacks me in his sleep and he doesn’t stop till morning, which is the worst part since he is not a morning person and after a whole night of rutting me senseless, it’s nearly impossible getting him out of bed afterward. Then again the same can be said for me.”

"And you've never told him about this?" the queen inquired.

"Why ruin a good thing," Rarity said with a devlish smirk and a light shrug of her shoulders.

"Oh, Rarity, you naughty little thing you," Lilac giggled sweetly. “Just don’t tell Amy or Hex about it, while they wouldn’t steal another’s mate, after hearing what you just told me, they may be tempted.”

“I’ll try and remember that,” Rarity muttered to herself. Before Lilac could inquire her friend for another story, the loud ringing of a bell sounded. “What pray tell is that?”

“Oh, is it already that time,” Lilac said in total shock as she quickly stood up from her chair, “Cherub.”

The moment the name left her lips, the female ghost fazed up through the floor in front of her Mistress. “Yes, Ma’am,”

“Is everything ready?”

“Yes, all the preparations have been made.” the ghost said with a polite bow.

“Wonderful,” Lilac clapped her hands happily before turning to an obviously confused Rarity. “Now, Rarity, it would be best if you follow Cherub. I have a little something special prepared for you and Spike tonight and I think you’ll love it.”

“But what about Spike,” Rarity asked as she stood up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go fetch him. I’m sure he’ll be thankful for the rescue from those two.” Lilac assured her.

“Very well,” Rarity agreed as she walked over toward Cherub.

“Right this way, Lady Rarity,” Cherub said, guiding her out of the room. Lilac soon departed, heading down toward the ballroom. It didn’t take her long to spot the poor dragon up on the upper level as the sounds of Amenset and Hex’s laughter caught her ear. When she made her up to the second floor, she found Amenset and Hex leaning rather closely to Spike, flanking him on either side, leaving him no room for an escape. Lilac silently crept up behind them and when she finally reached them, she placed her hands on Spike’s shoulders, quickly gaining his attention as he turned to face her. “Oh, hey, Lilac,” he greeted her with a warm smile.

“Hello, Spike,” she said, returning the smile. “Sorry, am I interrupted anything?”

“Yes, in fact,” Hex responded, before wrapping her arms around his left arm, burying it deeply between her ebony mounds. “Spike was just in the middle of a very salacious story.”

“Indeed, wight or no, I wouldn’t have never guessed Rarity would do such a thing.” Amenset chimed in.

“Er...well,” Spike chuckled nervously, his cheeks burning red, from the praise or Hex’s chest swallowing his arm, Lilac wasn’t sure.

“Well, I sorry girls, but I think Spike has given you enough of his time,” Lilac said as she grabbed Spike’s right hand and pulled him from the table. “Come along, dear, your lovely mate is waiting.”

“Lilac!” Hex and Amenset whined in unison as she hauled Spike away.

“Sorry, ladies, Rarity needs me, but it was still nice meeting you,” Spike called back before Lilac pulled him into the hallways of the castle.

Once they were out of sight, Lilac released his hand, letting him walk at his own pace beside her as he followed. “I hope my friends weren’t too much for you to handle,” Lilac said apologetically. “Even though she’s married, Hex can be a bit abrasive at times and Amenset lives a rather sheltered life, so she loves learning new things and hearing interesting stories.”

“It’s no problem really,” he assured her. “It’s not often I get to meet people who are interested in my stories.”

“Well, in that case, I have to thank you for entertaining them for me so I could speak with Rarity.”

“Your welcome,” he smiled at her. “So, how did she do?”

“Very well,” Lilac said proudly. “A number of my guests simply loved the dress and when she told them she made it herself, they were immediately sold with her work and asked to do business with her.”

“Great, I know that must have made her night,” Spike said happily.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Lilac said with a coy smile.

“Why not?”

“Because her night hasn’t been made until yours has, which is why we’re here,” she answered as she stopped dead in her tracks and spun to face him, gesturing to the set of double wooden doors to their left. “Your dear Rarity awaits you inside, enjoy.” she said, before taking her leave, returning back the way they came.

Spike watched her leave for a moment, before looking back at the doors in front of him. With a shrug of his shoulders, he reached out and pushed the door open and entered the room. Upon entering, his nose was instantly greeted the relaxing smells of lavender and sage. He then looked around and took in his surroundings. The room was rather spacious; the whole left hand wall was one giant window, the crimson light of the full moon shining through, its ruby rays lighting up the room. To his left sat a number of shelves and cases, all holding a multitude of sex toys from dildos of various sizes, whips, ropes, candles many others and finally to his right sat a massive king sized bed and just above the head board sat another of Lilac’s self-portraits.

“Wow, this is some room,” Spike said, scratching his head.

“That’s what I said,” Rarity spoke. In that instance, everything went black as Spike felt an all too familiar soft pressure pressing against his back. “I was wondering when you would show up.”

“Sorry, Lilac kinda had to pull me away from Hex and Amenset.”

“I’m sure she did,” Rarity said with a slight edge in her voice.

“Anyway, why the secrecy?”

“I have something nice on and I wanted to surprise you,” she answered. “On the count of three you can turn and look. One...two...three.”

Spike felt Rarity remove herself from his back, allowing him to turn and face her. The poor dragon’s eyes practically shot out of their sockets at the sight before him. Rarity was adorned in a black translucent cupless babydoll top. The black fabrics contrasted her pale white skin perfectly, her glorious orbs spilling forward with two small metal rings wrapped snuggly against her areolas with her nipples poking through the center. She wore a matching mini black g-string, the thin fabric digging tightly into her womanhood. “So, how do I look?” she asked, giving a small twirl, causing the the edges of her top to fly up, showing off her slim midriff.

“I’d say beautiful, but you always look beautiful to me,” he answered.

“You always know just what to say,” she said with a lustful smile.

“Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but what’s up with all this?” he asked, gesturing to the room.

“I’m afraid I haven’t been all too honest with you, Spike,” Rarity answered, turning her gaze away from him.

“What do you mean?”

“Remember the night I came back, when you found me in the bathroom, trying to…,” her sentence trailed off, not wanting to bring up such a memory.

“Yes,” he answered simply, waiting for her to continue.

“Before I was about to...end myself, I...I remembered what happened to me. I remembered everything,” she said, finally returning her gaze to meet his. “The reason I died was because of Lilac. She killed me.”

“She wh-”

“Spike, wait, let me finish,” she pleaded, already seeing the rage in his eyes beginning to rise. Spike took a deep breath and calmed himself. When she saw he was a little more relaxed, she continued. “Lilac did kill me, yes, but only because I asked her to. Spike, I wanted to be with you so badly, but I didn’t think I would ever be good enough for you, so Lilac offered me a chance to better myself, she said she could help me, so I agreed. She told me there would be consequences, but I certainly didn’t expect her to kill me or to be revived as a zombie, but she did and it happened and I’m sorry. I never meant for any of that to happen. I didn’t mean to hurt my family, my friends and certainly not you. But despite all of that, if I had to do it all over again, I think I would. No, I know I would. Because of that pain and strife, I could finally express my love to you and you to me. It’s because of that love that I am who am I right now. I love you, Spike and I love living my undead life with you and only you.”

“That’s why Lilac is doing this; it’s her way of apologizing to you for what we both did. I just wanted you to know th-” Rarity stopped mid-sentence as Spike wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against his chest.

“You stupid girl, you didn’t need to do all of this for me,” he told her. “But you know what, I’m actually glad you did. If I hadn’t thought I’d lost you, I wouldn’t cherish every moment I spend with you now. It’s why I can’t keep my hands off you sometime, because I think if I let go, I may never get to hold you again. I love you, Rarity the Wight and nothing will ever change that.”

Rarity’s surprise soon gave way to Spike’s words as tears quickly welled up in her eyes before she buried her face into Spike’s shoulder. Time seemed to slip away from the two as they stayed stock still, the only sounds filling the room were Rarity’s sobs. Rarity’s sobbing soon turned to whimpering as she pulled herself away from Spike, rubbing the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,”

Spike simply cupped her chin with his hand, pulling her gaze up to meet his. Rarity saw the loving, understanding smile on his face, causing one to stretch across her own. With no hesitation at all, the two closed the distance between them, allowing their lips to meet in a gentle, tender kiss. The kiss ended quickly enough as they pulled back apart, but when they looked into each other’s eyes, they each saw the flames of passion already burning intensely within them. They both dived back in for another kiss, this one filled with their deep unending desire for each. Their mouths opened, allowing their tongues to seek out one another, moaning longingly and lustfully into each other’s mouths. When their tongues intertwined it wasn’t for dominance or control, it was for the simple desire to connect, to be joined together and to wallow in each other’s presence.

Feeling a change of venue was in order Spike quickly moved his hand down and grabbed a handful of Rarity’s plump ass cheeks before hauling her up the air. Rarity gave a slight shriek in surprise but quickly moaned at the sensation and quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her body even closer to his. With Rarity in his grasp, Spike began moving over to the bed, swinging his tail to and fro to know when he was getting closer. When his tail finally bumped into one of the bed’s wooden legs, he trailed it up and onto the bed as he drew closer to the edge. When his legs finally hit the edge, he dropped down, letting Rarity fall atop of him, straddling his waist. Rarity yelped at the sudden drop, but when she realized where they were, she finally broke the kiss, a single strand of saliva connecting their lips before it too separated.

“Mmm, I love it when my big strong drake carries me to bed like that,” she purred, running her hands up against the surface of his tux toward his red bowtie. “But what I love most is getting to undress him.”

“Don’t let me stop you,” Spike told her, groping more of her round supple cheeks that were still sitting in his hands.

Rarity released a low moan as Spike massaged her rear before grabbing his tie and loosening it. With one swift motion, she tossed the tie away and then started unbuttoning his tux. She moaned contently while Spike continued groping her ass, changing from wide gentle massaging to short firm squeezes. Rarity then leaned down, once again claiming Spike’s lips while she unclipped the third button, letting it open to reveal his dress shirt underneath. Just as she started in on the shirt, she focused her magic around the buckle of his belt, using her ethereal grip to loosen the strap.

When she removed the fourth button on his shirt, she broke the kiss and began peppering his neck, trailing down it toward his now open chest. Spike groaned and the tender sensation. As Rarity continued kissing and licking his bare chest, her magic finally undid his belt. Just as she undid the last button on his shirt, she used her magic to pull his pants, socks and shoes off in one go. The sudden release of its confinement caused his massive hard-on to rise up and stand at attention, nestling itself right up against the fabric covering her damp crotch. “Oh, is that for me?” she asked coyly, straightening herself up.

“Naturally,” he said shimmying out of his shirt and tossing it aside.

“Wonderful, because I have something for you as well,” she said lustfully shifting and swinging herself around until her lovely apple bottom rear was inches away from his face. “Dig in, it’s all yours.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he smiled reaching up with his right hand and started rubbing his fingers against her covered womanhood. He could already feel her wet arousal soaked through the fabrics, earning a hearty moan from the wight. “Jeez, why are you always so wet?”

“I’m afraid you are to blame for that, darling,” she answered, looking back at him longingly. “The way you’re always caressing and groping me, why just a kiss can put me in such a state.”

“Oh, I’m just that good, huh,” he inquired, hooking his thumb through her panties and tugging them up, causing the underwear to ride up and dig deep into her folds. Rarity gave a slight shriek and shuddered, biting her lip at the sensation of the wet fabrics pressing tightly against her pussy lips and clit. “You’re more than good, you’re best. Nopony came make me feel as good as you do, Spikey.”

“Ah, nothing more satisfying than validation,” he sighed nonchalantly. “Alright, I think you’ve earn a nice reward for that.”

With that said, Spike quickly moved Rarity’s soaked panties aside, revealing her sopping wet womanhood before leaning in and began to vigorously lick her dripping sex. Rarity made no attempt to hide her moans as she started panting with each stroke of the dragon’s forked tongue. She then looked down to Spike’s member, the poor erect staff of flesh throbbing almost spastically, begging for attention. ‘Oh dear, I almost forgot about you,’ she thought to herself before a lustful smile stretched across her face. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll give you some attention and take good care of you.’

Rarity leaned in and gave the head of Spike’s dick a small kiss before giving the crown a few gentle licks. She then grabbed the shaft with her right hand, slowly stroking his length as she circled her tongue around the crown, lapping up the steadily growing stream of pre oozing from it. Before long, Rarity took the head of Spike’s dick into her mouth, suckling and licking it, moaning almost feverishly while stroking him faster. Spike threw his head back, groaning at the warm wet sensation of Rarity’s full lips sucking him off.

Not wanting to leave her hanging, Spike took his left hand and spread her beautiful lips wide open, causing more of her liquid love to fall from her glistening gash as her waiting hole winked open for him. With such an open invitation, Spike couldn’t resist as he dove in, pressing his lips against hers and plunging his tongue into her depths. Rarity cried out at the sudden intrusion of his tongue, but didn’t stop her oral attention of his cock. Spike could feel her walls trying to tighten around his thin oral muscle, but to no avail.

With the lithe dexterity that he was proud of, Spike ran his tongue along her walls in a wide circular pattern, her walls getting wetter and wetter under his assault. Rarity shuddered intensely, her body quickly succumbing to the drake’s technique. ‘Mmm, so good, Spikey, you really do know how to get me wet,’ she thought to herself. ‘Now I think it’s time for me to return the favor.’

Rarity leaned back, pulling Spike’s member from her mouth, but remained hanging just a few inches over it. Rarity took a moment to work the glans in her mouth before opening her mouth and letting her tongue hang out while a steady trail of saliva cascade down onto the dragon’s phallus. In no time flat, Spike’s dick was properly coated in a thick sheen of saliva. Feeling her work was satisfactory, Rarity grabbed the sides of her breasts and quickly ensnared the slathered up prick between them. With his dick all slicked up it was more than easy enough for her stroke him with her glorious mounds. She worked herself into a nice rhythm, feeling Spike’s pre adding even more lubrication to her efforts.

Spike couldn’t help but groan, but didn’t let the wonderful softness of Rarity’s breasts deter him. He quickly started swirling his tongue in a fast spiral motion along her walls. Rarity shrieks around as a jolt of immense pleasure rolls though her, but she still doesn’t stop stroking Spike’s member with her breasts. Feeling herself reaching her limit, the wight doubles her efforts, stroking Spike’s phallus from side to side and increasing her speed. Rarity’s moaning and panting become louder and more strained as she tries to hold herself back, but Spike’s techniques were proving too much. “I-I’m cumming!” she cried out, arching her back just as the floodgates finally gave way and her orgasm came crashing down on her.

Spike’s open mouth was soon bombarded by a gushing stream of fem-cum as Rarity screamed in pure ecstasy, her body locking up and shivering while she rode out her orgasm. After her muscles finally relaxed, she dropped onto Spike’s waist, his dick still smothered by her soft giant marshmallows. “Spi~ke, y-you…didn’t cum,” she whined tiredly, looking back at him.

“Sorry, you were really enjoying it,” he said, licking her excess juice from his face. “And you know I love watching you cum like that.”

“Well, I think I have something you’ll like even more,” she cooed, her eyes lidded as her words were laced with seduction. Fighting the sensitivity still coursing through her, Rarity pushed herself up and crawled a little further up the bed. When she was few feet away, she bent her upper body down, leaving her ass high up in the air; she then reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them wide open, exposing her tight star to him.

Spike’s eyes widened in surprise, staring intently at Rarity’s winking rear entrance. “R-Rarity, you…you mean you want…with me? For real,” he stammered.

“Mhmm,” she replied with a subtle nod. “I had planned to do this when we got home, but now seems as good a time as any.”

Spike pushed himself up and shifted over to her, standing on his knees as he took in the sight of the wonderful feast before him. He reached out and firmly grabbed her plump rear, running his hands around her fleshier area. As much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t just dive into this. The whole reason he was surprised was because even after her transformation Rarity was still a little apprehensive about anal; the most she ever allowed was a rimjob or gentle prodding with his finger. He wanted Rarity to enjoy the experience as much as him, so he had to do this right and judging from Rarity’s gentle moaning, he was on the right track.

In order to ease in to this, Spike had to make sure Rarity was nice and relaxed; he knew any tenseness in her body would only make this unpleasant for her. To try and ease her tension even further, Spike took his still raging hard on rubbed it against soaking wet pussy and clit. Rarity gasped and whined, biting her lip contently. Spike could feel Rarity’s body finally going lax; he then pulled his rod up away from her pussy and aimed it at her puckering hole. “Ready?” he asked.

“Ready when you are,” she assured him.

Spike grabbed the base of his shaft as he lined himself up properly. He pressed himself forward, the tip right against her entrance and with added pressure he drove the tip in, prodding her hole. Rarity whined at the foreign insertion as she felt her anus beginning to stretch open. Spike made sure to take things nice and easy as he slowly pushed more of himself in. With all the lubrication coating his dick, Spike’s member easily started sliding inside her tight hole as it stretched around his girth. Rarity let out a slightly pained gasp while Spike forged on, continuing to claim her anal virginity.

Before long, Spike stopped pushing, leaving half his member deeply inserted into the fashionista expanded backdoor. Rarity let out an audible shudder as her body tried to settle and adapt to the new sensation, her tight hole squeezing firmly around love stick. “H-How you holding up, Rarity?” he asked, groaning through the tightness enveloping him.

“I-it stings but…it s-stings so g-good,” she stammered a bit, purring in satisfaction. “And there’s still more to come, go ahead, you can start moving now.”

Finally given the okay, Spike slid back until just the tip remained before putting some more force behind him, thrusting further inside. Rarity’s moans quickly filled the room as Spike soon worked himself into a steady pace. With each thrust, the drake continued to delve deeper inside, spreading her tight hole to its limit. Soon enough, Spike finally hilted himself, the sound of his hips meeting hers resonating between them as Spike upped his pace and started thrusting harder. “Ah, this is great,” Spike groaned. “Your ass is still so tight, it feels amazing!”

“Yes, just like that, fuck me harder,” she pleaded. Spike quickly replied, grabbing one of her arms and pulling it back, causing her back to arch and go rigid, allowing him to plow her ass in short hard thrusts, his hips slamming against hers sending further shivers down her spine. Despite the feeling of total ecstasy reverberating through her, she still wanted more. She used her free hand and reached down underneath her between her legs until she found her desired target, driving her middle and ring finger deep into her lonely pussy. She couldn’t help but scream blissfully as she rubbed her fingers against her inner walls and her palm against her tender clit.

Rarity was truly lost in euphoric pleasure, her mind a total blank; between Spike taming her ass, her fingers pressing hard against her g-spot and her palm rubbing her clit, it was all becoming too much. “Argh, Rarity, I’m gonna cum!” he warned her.

“Me too,” she said, moaning like a bitch in heat. “Cum inside me! Give me every last drop of your spirit energy!”

Even through her lust addled mind, Rarity felt more than elated as Spike intertwined his fingers through hers as he started thrusting with great gusto. Spike grit his teeth and groaned as he gave one final powerful thrust hilting himself as he reached his climax. Rarity gasped as she felt Spike’s phallus pump shot after shot of his hot seed deep inside her, but even more so, the raw exhilarating feeling of his spirit energy flowing into her, filling every inch of her body. It wasn’t long after that she screamed upon the arrival of her own orgasm, her walls convulsing as a stream of her arousal shot forth, dousing her fingers, Spike’s legs and the bed sheets below.

Both lovers were locked in place as they rode out their respective orgasms and tried to catch their breath. Spike came down from his sooner than Rarity and started pulling his spent member from her ass. “N-No, don’t t-take it…take it out,” she stammered. “I-I w-want to stay like this…j-just a bit longer.”

Spike happily obliged as he leaned over her and wrapped his arms around her before turning over pulling them both down on their sides on
the bed. Rarity purred, still basking in her afterglow as she cuddled up back into Spike’s chest, “I love you, Spike.”

“And I love you, my beautiful diamond,” he said, leaning down and kissing her cheek. “So, ready to go again?” he asked.

“Spike, please, I need a moment,” she told him, letting a moment pass by in silence. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

Spike chuckled as he shifted around onto his back, pulling Rarity up so she was straddling his chest. She gave a small yelp before Spike started thrusting up into her. “Honestly, you’re such a beast sometimes,” she commented as she smiled back at him with a lustful gaze.

“Yeah, but you love me for it,” he said sarcastically.

“You know I do,” she assured him as she started moving her own hips in time with his thrusting.

Unknown to the young couple, a pair of eyes were on them, watching the intensity of their love making. Just beyond the painting looming over them, Lilac sat silently watching the display with a content smile on her face. “Ah, young love,” she sighed. “I must say, I do envy you, Rarity.”

“Don’t be sad, your Majesty,” Cherub said as she phased through the floor beside the undead Queen, resting her head in her lap. “I’ll never leave you. I’ll serve you as long as you’ll have me.”

“I know you will,” Lilac said as she gently stroked the phantom’s light pink hair. “And if you truly wish to prove yourself, there’s a part of me that could use some sensual attention.”

“Yes, Milday,” the ghost girl smiled up at her mistress before diving down under the wight’s dress skirt and tend to her queen’s needs. Lilac let out a content sigh as she continued to watch the couple continue to indulge in their lustful desires, all the while as she watched, she still couldn’t help but feel bad for the trouble she caused them. ‘Hm, this isn’t right, there has to be something else I can do for them,’ she said, closing her eyes, deep in thought. It took a moment or two but an idea finally sparked to life. ‘That’s it! Oh, Rarity and Spike will love it. I just need a little help from Luna.’

Hours passed deep into the night and as all good things, Lilac’s party came to an end. The queen spent some time sending her guests off to their respective homes properly. The last to leave were Spike and Rarity after having spent the rest of their night together. Lilac opened a portal for them leading back to their home, but before they left, Lilac said she had a surprise brewing for the couple and that she would come retrieve them in a week when it was ready. Spike and Rarity tried to assure her she had done enough for them, but the elder Queen insisted and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Not wanting to shun their friend’s generosity, the couple accepted and Lilac sent them on their way.

The next seven days flew by without a hitch and on the seventh day, just as promised, Lilac came to retrieve the couple. It was mid-afternoon when Lilac arrived, waiting inside the Boutique at the front door as Spike and Rarity got ready for her. When they two showed up in their casual attire, Lilac smiled brightly at them. “Ready to go?” she asked.

“Yes, but Lilac, you still haven’t told us what this is about,” Rarity stated.

“Don’t worry, dear, you’re going to love this, I promise,” Lilac assure her.

“Alright, so where are we off to,” Spike asked.

“Let me handle that,” Lilac said as she walked up behind them and placed her hands on each of their shoulders. “Now close your eyes and when I give the word, you may look.”

Rarity and Spike shared a quick glance between each other before complying and closing their eyes as instructed. Lilac then focused her own magic and in a flash the trio teleported out of the boutique and a short second later, reappeared in the heart of the dreaded Everfree forest. “You may open your eyes now,” she told them as she stepped back.

The two opened their eyes to find themselves standing on the draw bridge of a magnificent castle only it wasn’t midday anymore, it was midnight with the only visible light coming from the full moon shinning down over them. “So, what do you think?” Lilac asked.

“What do you mean? Where are we?” Rarity asked.

“You don’t recognize it,” Lilac inquired. “I was sure you would, although given the work done, I should have realized it would look a tad different.”

“Wait a minute,” Spike said as he looked at the surrounding area, finding nothing but deep dark forest on either side of them. “I know where we are, this is…the Castle of the Two Sisters.”

“What,” Rarity snapped in sheer surprise and confusion as she looked back at the beautifully structured castle. “That can’t be, the castle should be in ruins.”

“Fear not, young ones, for we assure thee, tis indeed our old castle,” said a familiar voice in an old time speech pattern. Everyone looked ahead to see none other than Princess Luna at the end of the drawbridge, the lunar alicorn princess making her way over to them from the entrance of the castle. “We hope it is to your liking.”

“Auntie Luna, what’s going on?” Spike asked.

“Well, given Rarity’s newly acquired status as a wight, Lilac informed me that she has yet to immerse herself in the proper lifestyle that comes with it.” Luna answered.

“Being a Queen with no kingdom to call their own is no queen at all,” Lilac continued as she moved over to Luna’s side, “so I thought about it and figured what you both needed was your own Undead Kingdom.”

“My…my own kingdom,” Rarity gasped, placing her hand over her mouth.

“Verily,” Luna answered with a curt nod. “Lilac came to us with this endeavor and we could not agree more. Thou have been through much together in such a short while and have overcome many hardships, so we believed having thine own special haven would be just what thou needed.”

“So Luna and I have been working to reconstruct and completely refurbish this old run down castle from top to bottom, just for you two. It’s all new,” Lilia explained. “We even set up a few extra enchantments to make sure you’re not bothered unless by family and friends. There is a special barrier around the castle grounds so none of the resident flora or fauna of the Everfree will ever come near this place; not to mention, that very barrier is layered with illusion magic as well making it appear as though the castle is still in shambles from the outside, so any unwanted guests will never set foot in here without your permission.”

“But how will I work from here,” Rarity asked. “Not that I don’t love all that you’ve done, but I still have a business to run and I can’t possible have clientele tread through the Everfree to do business with me, it’s too dangerous.”

“Ah, don’t worry, we took care of that as well,” Lilac assured her. “Up in your bedroom, there is a special sigil placed above your door. Simply activate it with your magic and your bedroom door becomes a portal that is linked directly to the Boutique and while I was waiting for you, I placed another sigil on the front door of your shop; it’s magically hidden of course, but when you’re closing down for the day, simply activate it and it will bring you back to your bedroom here.”

“What about Spike, now he has to travel further to reach Twilight’s.” Rarity pointed out.

“It’s cool, this just gives me a reason to fly to work is all.” Spike answered with a shrug.

“But-”

“Calm thyself, fair Rarity,” Luna said placing a hand on her shoulder. “We understand this is quite a change, however, it is a change you do not have to accept. We merely wish to assist thee as best we can. We don’t mean to pry, but we are the princess of dreams and we know that you dream of a place where thou lives peacefully with thine mate, away and unhindered by the distractions of others.”

Rarity remained silent for a time, letting Luna’s words sink in. She had confessed that she would like to live someplace, alone with Spike, where they couldn’t be bothered. Where they could spend their moments to their fullest with just them in a world of their own and here it was; that very dream coming true and she was fighting it. Rarity smiled at her foolishness before a look a gratitude took its place. She looked up at princess and hugged her tightly, much to the alicorn’s surprise. “Thank you, thank you so much, Princess.”

“Thou art welcome,” Luna answered, hugging her back. “But thine gratitude truly belongs to Lilac, not us.”

Rarity broke her embrace with the princess and then ran over to embrace the queen. “Thank you, Lilac, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“You’re welcome, it’s the least I can do,” Lilac assured her as she returned the hug. “And I hope that if there’s anything else you need or want to talk about, you can always come to me, you know, like a big sister.”

“I would be delighted to call you family,” Rarity giggled happily.

While she knew she was technically dead, hearing that made Lilac feel almost alive again. “Now,” Lilac said while breaking the hug, “why don’t you two go explore your new home, while I get my servants to go gather your things and help you move in.”

“That would be lovely,” Rarity said as she ran over and grabbed Spike’s hand. “Come on, Spikey, let’s see our new love nest.”

Before long the two had vanished into the newly formed castle, leaving the two royals to themselves. “This truly was a great act of generosity from thee, Lilac; we must say we are impressed.” Luna said.

“Hm, I can’t explain it, but I really like those two, they make things…fun.” Lilac said with a shrug. “Now come, let’s retrieve my drones so we ca-”

“Oh, Spike~,” Lilac’s sentence was cut off at the sounds of Rarity’s cries of pleasure resonated through the air.

The two turned toward the highest tower that they knew was the bedroom. “My goodness, that was fast. Not even moved in and they’re already trying to test the bed’s durability.” Lilac stated in surprise.

“We suppose that’s to be expected, young Spike gets that flirtatious prowess from his mother,” Luna stated nonchalantly as she focused her magic to create a portal. “Come, let’s get this underway.”

“Of course,” Lilac said as the two headed into the portal. Before she vanished inside, Rarity called out Spike’s name once again, drawing the wight’s attention to the bedchamber tower, “Rarity, you lucky wight.”