Spike was awakened by a nudge.

“Wake up, Spike! It’s morning!” Twilight said behind him.

He pretended to be asleep. After a while he heard the door closing behind her as she disappeared down the stairs. The bright light stung his eyes as he opened them and he felt a pounding ache in his head. He’d been a bit inebriated the night before, but not so much that he couldn’t remember what had happened.

He felt a bit guilty about the way he had ignored Twilight, but he had been extremely tired, and he couldn’t exactly tell her that he’d been banging two of their friends and one of the alicorn princesses. Or could he? He contemplated this.

“Hey, Twilight, about last night... Pinkie Pie invited me to a party with her, Fluttershy and Princess Luna. We fucked like dirty pigs, and then got drunk in the tub.” he imagined himself telling her. Nah, that probably wasn’t a good idea, and she’d never believe him anyway.

The sound of the door slamming downstairs snapped him out of his thoughts. He got out of his basket and sauntered over to the bedroom door, rubbing his forehead in the hopes that it would make the pain go away. It wasn’t working.

Putting his ear to the door, he could hear Twilight’s voice from below, and guessed that someone had come over to visit.

“Screw it, I’m going down.” he thought. He wasn’t too keen on being interrogated by Twilight, but he couldn’t stay in his basket for the rest of his life either. Maybe if he was lucky, he could sneak out the front door while Twilight was busy conversing with the visitor.

He slowly turned the knob and carefully pushed the door open, then proceeded to tiptoe down the stairs. Everything was going according to plan when suddenly he tripped over a book that had been carelessly left on the stairs, fell off the staircase and faceplanted into a pile of books, swearing loudly.

“Oh, you’re finally up Spike!”. As he opened his eyes, he saw Twilight’s face smiling down at him.

“Hello, Spike.”
His heart skipped a beat.
There was no mistaking that soft sweet voice.
He sprung upright and saw Fluttershy standing behind Twilight, smiling at him.
She looked her usual self, aside from a small bandage around her body, and was carrying a book on her back.

“Um... I just came here to return this book.” she explained, and then, turning to Twilight, continued “Thanks for letting me borrow it.”

“No problem...” replied Twilight, then turning back to Fluttershy and looking at the bandage, asked “... but what’s with that bandage? Are you hurt?”

“Oh, um... it’s nothing, I just accidentally cut myself on a thorny bush.” Fluttershy lied convincingly and shot Spike a knowing wink as Twilight turned away for a moment to levitate the book back to its place in a bookcase above.

He had to strain to stop himself from blushing.

“I should get going.” said Fluttershy, turning towards the door.

“See you later!” replied Twilight.

As Fluttershy disappeared, closing the door behind her, Twilight turned back to Spike, an expression of disappointment and mild anger on her face.

Spike swallowed and hung his head. “Look, Twi, I’m sorry about the way I behaved yesterday night.” he said apologetically. “I was really tired.”

Her expression softened a bit upon hearing the apology. “Where were you then, and what happened to your face?” she inquired.

He instinctively felt his face with his hand. In all the strangeness, he’d completely forgotten about the small scratch left by Luna’s spiky suit, over which a crust had now formed.
As he still hadn’t been able to come up with any plausible sounding explanation, he decided try a sort of limited honesty. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me!” she replied.

“Look, I don’t want to talk about it right now. I’ll tell you later.” he stalled, hoping to buy more time.

He expected her to get angry or ask more questions any second, but she didn’t.
Instead, she gave him a slight smile. “Okay, Spike. We’ll leave it at that for now.”

“Got any Aspirin?” he asked.

---

The rest of the morning proceeded more or less as normal.
They had breakfast and Spike spent the next few hours doing his duties as Twilight’s number one assistant. Mostly, this consisted of picking up and replacing books that Twilight had left all over the place during her research sessions the previous day and couldn’t be bothered to return to their place.

Standing on a tall rickety ladder, he gave an exhalation of relief as the last of the books slid back into its place, thus completing his morning chores. He was about to climb back down, when he heard a knock on the front door.

“Coming!” Twilight’s voice echoed from below.

Spike was just about to climb back down when he heard the door opening, and Rarity’s voice coming from below. “Good morning, Twilight. Is Spike here?”

What was Rarity doing here? Had she come to tell Twilight about his dastardly deed? Or had she come seeking retribution?

He panicked, and in an attempt to climb on top of the bookcase one of his scrambling legs kicked the ladder, causing it to topple backwards and crash to the floor, making an infernal racket. His grip on the edge of the bookcase slipped and he fell down, landing painfully on his posterior. Both ponies had turned around, and were staring at him.

“Are you all right Spike?” said Twilight worriedly, examining him for any sign of injury.

He examined his body, trying to feel if anything was broken. “I’m fine... I think.” he said, adding after a short pause “Well, except that my butt hurts like hay.”.

Twilight’s face brightened up in relief. “Good. You really should be more careful!”

The shock and pain of the fall had momentarily knocked his fear of facing Rarity out of his mind, but then he noticed that she too was staring at him and felt a needle of fear pierce his heart once more.

His eyes moved slowly up her legs and neck, and finally connected with hers. She was smiling at him.

Turning to Twilight, Rarity said “I came to ask if I could borrow Spike for a bit to assist me in hunting for gems.” and then turning to Spike, smiling. “That is, if you don’t mind.”

If she was angry at him, she was doing a very good job of hiding it. He could see no sign of anger in her face, and if he went along with her on a gem hunt, he would have a perfect opportunity to apologize for his vile act of voyeurism the previous day.

He smiled back at her. “Of course I don’t mind!”

“Well, that’s okay then!” said Twilight, then added jokingly “Just make sure you bring him back here when you’re done with him.”

“Excellent!” exclaimed Rarity, then turning to Spike
“Meet me at my boutique in an hour?”

“Okay!” he replied, now rather excited at the prospect of spending some quality time alone with Rarity.

After Rarity left, Twilight turned to Spike and told him in a stern voice “Don’t stay out too late this time.”.

---

An hour had almost passed, and Spike was standing outside Rarity’s boutique, tapping his foot nervously as he knocked on the door. “Just a minute, dear!” Rarity’s voice came from somewhere within the house.

After a while, the door opened and Rarity appeared in the doorway, wearing a bathrobe. “Ah, there you are! Come on in, dear!” she motioned for him to come inside.
As he stepped he stepped over the threshold, she closed and locked the door behind him.

After looking around the room, searching for any sign of Sweetie Belle and finding none, he turned to Rarity. “I’m so sorry about yesterday!” he burst out, barely able to contain his feeling of guilt and shame.

To his surprise, she smiled at him. “Don’t be, darling!”
“I must admit, I was a bit... taken aback by your... performance yesterday...”
A thoughtful expression came across her face, as she continued “... and Sweetie Belle’s questions afterwards were rather... awkward...”
She fixed her eyes on Spike again, an expression of excitement now on her face, and finished “... but I never expected a small dragon such as yourself to be so... BIG!”

For a moment she became distant, staring blankly into the air with her mouth open, seemingly lost in some fantasy. Spike waved his hand in front of her eyes until she snapped out of her daydream.

“Oh, excuse me.” she said, blushing slightly.
“Ah, yes, the reason I asked you to come here...”

“To help you dig up gems?” Spike asked, not quite daring to believe she was actually thinking about what he thought she might be thinking about.

“Not quite. “ she answered, her eyes going blank with thought once more.
“Being a designer and maker of dresses is, as I’m sure you are aware, hard work and very time consuming.” she went on.
“It leaves me hardly any time to pursue relationships of the romantic kind...”
She turned her gaze on Spike again, blushing slightly.
“... but that doesn’t mean I don’t have - excuse me if I sound a bit unladylike... certain urges...” she said, deep embarrassment now in her voice.

Spike felt the heat of embarrassment and excitement spread across his face.
Could she possibly be thinking of doing that... with him?

Rarity continued, shutting her eyes in embarrassment “... oh, I can’t believe I’m saying this...”
“I know you’ve had a crush on me for a long time, and I was wondering if you would be willing to...”
She paused for a moment before continuing. “... assist me with my urges...”

At this point, Spike felt as though his face was about to burst into flames at any moment, and he felt as though his feet were floating a few inches above the floor.
“Am I dreaming?” he thought to himself. He looked down at his claws to make sure they had the correct number of fingers. “Nope, looks right. I must be awake...”

He looked up, directly into Rarity’s eyes.
“Let me get this straight... you’re asking me to have sex with you?” he asked her straight out, to clear up any possible misunderstanding.

“Bluntly put, yes.” she answered, then added “Will you?”.

“Are you kidding me? Of course I will!” he replied, and then fainted.

He woke up from a splash of cold water hitting his face, and looking around quickly established that he was now in Rarity’s bathroom. Rarity’s was staring down at him, a worried look on her face.

“Are you okay, dear?” she inquired.

He sprung upright, feeling his body.
The uncomfortable hotness had gone, and he was now quivering with excitement instead.
“Yes, I’m fine!” he replied, then asked “You did just ask me to do what I think you just asked me to do, right?” to make sure he hadn’t been dreaming the whole thing.

“Yes.” she replied, smiling at him.
“Accompany me to my boudoir?” she suggested.

“Actually... why don’t we do it here... in the shower?” he counter-suggested, remembering how sexy she had looked under the shower. “I just loved the way your wet mane looked when you were in the shower.” he added, twiddling his thumbs nervously.

“Why, that’s an excellent idea!” she exclaimed. “That would even save me the trouble of having to change the sheets!”

She closed the bathroom door and locked it, then removed her bathrobe, hanging it neatly on a hook next to the door, and walked under the shower. A faint glow encompassed her horn, causing the faucet to turn around and unleashing a flow of warm water from the shower head. She closed her eyes and whipped her mane around with her head, as the water soaked it, depriving it of its carefully crafted shape and causing it to fall down limply, clinging to her head and face.

Spike just stood there, his mouth open, silently watching her in awe.
“Such grace...” he thought. “... such elegance...”
A drop of drool escaped his mouth.
“... such intense beauty...”
A small stream of blood escaped his right nostril, and he felt his head getting lighter as though it was a balloon filling up with helium.
His penis almost made a “boioioing” sound as it sprang to attention, hard as Tom.

She sensuously whipped her mane around her head once more, and turning towards Spike motioned for him to join her.

Spike the balloon floated across the bathroom floor, over to Rarity.
The sensation of warm water splashing down his face from the shower dispelled his lightheadedness and washed away the blood from under his nose, and he realized that his feet were in fact touching the floor.

He could hardly believe this was really happening, as he watched the goddess in front of him, her eyes closed, enjoying the warm water trickling down her body in a cloud of steam.
He almost felt as though he was drunk again - drunk on Rarity’s ultimate beauty.

He shook his head. “No, Spike! You need to keep your head straight now!” he thought to himself, forcing his mind back down to earth. He took a few steps closer to Rarity, until he was standing directly behind her. She spread her hind legs slightly and lifted her tail, giving him a clear view of her most sacred orifice.

At this point, he realized there was a small problem with this. He was quite a bit shorter than her, and couldn’t quite reach her with his cock. Luckily, apparently, so did she. Turning her head around, smiling and giving him a playful look, her horn began to glow, and a step stool slid over from somewhere behind them. It had a picture of a teddybear on it.

“Sweetie Belle needs it to reach the toilet.” Rarity explained, before Spike could ask.

He nervously pushed the step stool behind her, and stepped onto it. It was just the right height, placing his dick right on level with her marehood. Pulling back his foreskin, he carefully placed the tip against her slit, rubbing it up and down and savouring the feeling of her soft wet fur brushing against it.

She gave a soft moan, and he felt her becoming even more moist and slippery from her arousal. He knew she wanted it - wanted him inside her. With a light push, the tip of his cock slid into her, pushing her furry wet lips apart.

Turning her head around, biting her lip softly and opening one eye, she gave him a sensuous look.
“Be gentle, please...”

He pushed, and felt the warm caress of her insides, as he slid the full length of his dragonhood into her.

“Ooooh Spike!” said Rarity, her voice quivering with pleasure as she put her front hooves against the marble wall for support.

The feeling of her tight wet hole squeezing him was incredible, and the pleasure was further amplified by the warm water from the shower flowing down their bodies.
Moans of pleasure escaped Rarity’s mouth as he pulled back, almost all the way out, and then thrust back in, making a splashing sound as his wet balls slapped against her rump.

He playfully stroked her dripping wet tail as he continued to thrust into her, eliciting further moans and whines of pleasure from her.
After playing with it for a while, he let go of her tail, letting it flop limply down between her legs, causing it to brush softly against his shaft.
The feeling of wet hair brushing against his balls as he continued his thrusting through her tail increased his pleasure even further, and he knew at this rate he wouldn’t last much longer.
He placed his hands carefully on her flanks for support, making sure not to poke her with his claws.

“Oooh yes! Rub my gems!” she moaned.

Gently caressing her cutie marks, he savoured the feel of her silky coat sliding through his fingers. As he did this, her moans intensified even more.

“Ooh Spike... that feels soo goooood...” she screamed, her voice cracking up from the pleasure, as she started to push against the wall, thrusting herself against him for added impact.

He knew she was about to come, and so was he - it was time to finish her off.
Continuing to rub her gems, he increased the pace and force of his thrusts, enjoying the wet sloppy noises of his balls slapping against her rump and tail.

“Oooh my Celestia... I’m coming!” she screamed. And then she came, a mixture of moans and screams of pleasure flooding forth from her mouth.

He felt her divine tunnel clench down on his pulsating rod, setting him off as well.
His eyes shut instinctively and his face contorted into a grimace as his balls finally gave in and released their treasured content into her hot equine womb.

As their orgasms started to subside, he felt her legs starting to wobble before she collapsed, yanking him down from the step stool. He pulled his now considerably less rigid member out of her and watched as his white dragon seed started to dribble out of her slit onto the floor, mixing with the warm water.

Rolling around on her back, she lay panting on the floor with her mouth open and her eyes closed. Spike laid down on his back next to her and closed his eyes.

For several minutes, they just lay there silently together, exhausted and enjoyed the rejuvenating feeling of the warm water from the shower splashing against their bodies.

Spike was about to doze off when Rarity finally rolled around and got back on her feet.
He stood up and opened his eyes to see her standing in front of him. Her mane and tail were a tangled mess, and some of his jizz had stuck to her coat, but her face shone with an euphoric glow as she stood under the shower.

Suddenly, he realized that he hadn’t gone to the bathroom since the previous night, and an intense urge to pee spread through his body. “I have to pee. Mind if I use the toilet?” he asked politely, immediately realizing how silly it sounded, considering he’d just had sex with her.

She opened her eyes and turned towards him again, having now managed to get most of the tangles out of her hair. “Wait. You have to pee, you say?” she said, as a thoughtful expression came across her face. “I read in a recent issue of Cosmoponytan that dragon urine is supposed to be good for one’s mane and complexion... and also very rare!”

Her eyes were now fixed on him, wide open with excitement. “Would you pee on my mane?”

“Sure!” he replied, excited at the prospect of this.

She stepped out of the shower, lowered her head in front of him, closed her eyes and said “Ready when you are!”.

Firmly gripping his dick and pointing it at her face, he let out a moan of relief as he released a stream of warm yellow fluid.

“May I?” said Rarity.

“Huh?” he replied, unsure what she meant, when a faint blue glow encompassed his dick. A tingling sensation spread through his crotch, as he released his grip as his yellow stream continued to splash against her face and horn. The strange sensation intensified as she started to move it around, showering her mane and tail with it.

After a while, a bottle of shampoo floated over, pouring some of its content into her mane and tail. Foam started to form as she used her hooves to rub it into her urine-soaked hair, and a strange smell spread across the room - a mixture of flowers and pee.

As his bladder ran out of juice and the stream stopped, she released his dick from her telekinesis and the tingling subsided.

She continued to rub the shampoo into her mane for a while, before stepping back under the shower and rinsing it out, causing it to return to its smooth wet state.

They spent a while under the shower, helping each other clean away the sticky remnants of sperm that had clung to their skin and fur, before drying themselves off and returning to the living room.

“That was absolutely marvelous!” Rarity exclaimed, beaming at Spike.
“Never before have I experienced such a magnificent orgasm!” she continued.
A lustful expression spread across her face. “We simply must do this again sometime!”
“Soon...” her voice trailed off dreamily.

Spike had never before in his life felt such joy as he did at that moment. Rarity had complemented him - said he was marvelous. He could hardly believe his own ears.

They chatted for a while before he left, saying goodbye to Rarity.

---

As he stepped through the library door, he was greeted by Twilight.

“Hi Spike! How was the gem hunt? Did you find any good gems?” she wondered, a friendly smile on her face.

“Oooh yeah...” he replied.

Twilight raised an eyebrow at his sheepish grin.

He didn’t care. Rarity had just had sex with him - and she wanted to do it again.
Now he could die a happy dragon.

He could almost feel Twilight’s eyes on his back, as he climbed the stairs up to the bedroom.
Dropping into his basket, exhausted but happy, he fell asleep within minutes, dreaming of sunshine and unicorns.