Spike sat at Rarity’s work desk with his bag lying next to him. He had taken out a few pencils, quills, and a couple of sheets of paper. He would never admit it, but as Celestia’s adopted son, he was trained in a number of fine arts. Piano was one of a number of instruments that he had mastered. At the same time, he was also extremely skilled at cooking, sculpting, painting, calligraphy, and drawing. Secretly, Celestia had even made him take ballet and ballroom dancing. Celestia had felt the need to make sure he had as many learning experiences as possible, but she always said he could quit if he was not enjoying himself. Thankfully, though, he had a lot of fun mastering the new skills, and he had been so talented that he was considered something of a prodigy. Of course, it didn’t really matter to him; he never really liked the idea of ponies ogling over him. No, Twilight could be the star; all he wanted was some peace.

At the moment, he was busy sketching. It was always very relaxing and helped to clear his head so he could think easier. Well usually, no matter what he did the subject of his drawings refused to change. There, next to a small purple remote still set to low, sat three finished pieces. Every single one of them showed the same beautiful Unicorn in three different styles and poses. The first used realism to create a close-up of her face, the soft features being perfectly accented. The second used lighting to emphasize her working hard at the same desk he sat at, glasses perched elegantly on her face. The final one though, he was utterly ashamed of. A modern style, his personal favorite, had been used to recreate the outfit that was now plaguing his mind.

“Master, I need to take a shower before I can start on dinner. Do you need anything before I head up?”

Rarity had managed to sneak up behind him somehow. He quickly grabbed the drawings and covered them with his body before she could see them. “N-no, I’m good.”

Smiling, she leaned over him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, while trying to find out what he had been so fast to hide. Unable to catch a glimpse, she settled for watching the blood rush to his face. She headed for the stairs, a noticeable weakness in her legs, happy that she could still get such a cute response from something so innocent even after everything that had happened. She took one last look at the dragon that had captured her heart and noticed that he had taken three sheets of paper from the desk, put them in a folder, and threw the folder in his bag. Maybe she could quell her curiosity later.

Once at the top of the stairs she grabbed two things that she would need for the night from her room. From her closet she took a pink silk bathrobe with fluff around the edges that fell halfway between her knees and thighs. The other object came from a decorative wooden box. Inside the box lay a ruby of inexplicable cut and carat, shaped like a heart, and set into a solid gold necklace: The Fire Ruby. It had been a gift from Spike during his birthday two short years ago. Having it around her neck for tonight would be the perfect representation of the love they now shared.

Across the hall from her room was a large walk-in wardrobe that housed not only a number of her cloths, but also her own dry cleaning machine. She stripped out of her maid outfit and threw it into the machine. With a push of a button it came to life quietly, a feature Rarity was quite pleased with. She picked up the original costume, having made two of them should she get one dirty.

She entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower. A gentle grab was made for her best and favorite shampoo; she would have to be extra thorough tonight.

Spike decided to grab some fresh air after Rarity headed upstairs. He walked outside to be met with a purple hue placed over everything. Instead of walking around, he took a seat in front of the door and leaned on it.

The change of environment did little for changing his mind though. Everything was so complicated now. It seemed better, but it was so much easier before. He wasn’t afraid to admit, that he was afraid of doing something wrong and losing Rarity. Years of hard work that nothing could ever make him take back would be undone in moments. She might not even want to be his friend anymore, let alone being more.

On the other part of his mind, the scenes from the last twenty-four hours played out. The particularly interesting scenes seemed to garner more attention. He couldn’t deny the simple truth; both of them were enjoying these new unintended roles. Dominating her had been thrilling, and she was certainly excited to be ordered around. Was that kind of behavior even acceptable? How long until someone found out and thought he was some horrible dragon taking advantage of the fair maiden? He’d be chased out of town, just another monster in the Everfree.

Okay, he had to be honest, that was a tad drastic and dramatic. Everyone knew him in Ponyville, and sure, he had once wrecked the whole town on a bit of a rampage, but they had forgiven him. He sighed. Self-sabotage seemed to be the word of the day. Here he was with a perfect opportunity to finally have Rarity return his feelings. He would be hers, and she his. It was time to dragon up!

So he banged the back of his head against the door and tried to not think of anything as he watched the clouds. That failing to do any good, he went back inside the house with his hands in his pockets. The sound of running water came from upstairs. He smiled maliciously as his fingers wrapped around the purple controller. He pushed the button. His confirmation that the setting had gone from low to medium came in the form of a rather loud and angelic gasp. Music to his ears, his still very confused ears.

Rarity had barely escaped the shower without touching herself when the sudden extra burst of vibrations rang through her already-sensitive-and-being-toyed-with ass. She used her magic to pull the water from her coat and flatten it to perfection. Another flash of teal light and her mane was now dry, but she decided to keep it down as it would better serve for her plans.

With the robe haphazardly thrown around her, she tied it closed. It hung loosely on her shoulders, showing off her cleavage without allowing one to see everything. In her arms, she carried her clothes and hidden beneath them, the necklace. She headed down the steps, leaning on the wall for support, as she was having a hard time walking with Spike’s signal still buzzing around inside of her.

“Master, d-did you need something?”

Spike froze for a moment as his eyes meet the robed angel with her hair cascading down around her. “I was just checking to make sure it was still working,” he managed finally catching himself.

She smiled suggestively. “I can personally guarantee that it’s working fabulously. Now, why don’t you go wash up for dinner, Master? Oh, and make sure you brush your teeth.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll do that.” Spike headed up the steps, still dazed. Had he been more focused he might have found it odd he was asked to brush his teeth before a meal.

As soon as Spike was out of sight, Rarity found herself staring at his bag. She bit her lower lip gently as it taunted her. Had Spike been there, cute would have been the word he would use to describe the now-anxious look on her face. She knew better than to snoop, she had not been happy when Sweetie Belle had invaded her privacy and read her diary after all. On the other hand, it was almost guaranteed to have to do with her and this weekend after he had been so fast to hide it.

She made up her mind and attempted to secretly sneak over to the bag. She looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching. Opal gave her a bemused look from her cat bed. Knowing that her precious kitty cat would keep her secret, she removed the folder. It was thicker than she had expected; the sides parted to reveal a few dozen pages of sketch work. The first three pieces were of her, and they were beautiful. Spike had never informed her that he could draw like this. She leafed through the rest of the pages quickly discovering scenic views of Ponyville, the Everfree Forest, and Canterlot. The rest of the pictures were of ponies, her friends, the Princesses, but most of all, her. Realizing that she had wasted a fair amount of time and that Spike would be down any minute now, she placed the portfolio back in his bag and hurried into the kitchen. Once inside, her robe hit the floor.

Spike was feeling pretty good as he reentered Rarity’s stage floor slash work area. Before he had time to reflect on his sudden burst of good spirit, a certain sing-song voice came from the kitchen, “Master, dinner is ready.”

As he entered the kitchen his jaw just about hit the floor. Laying in the middle of the table on her back, practically naked was Rarity. She was not wearing a single strand of fabric; instead, her hair fell around her neck, she had on the Fire Ruby necklace, two emeralds covered with a small amount of whipped cream and a cherry on top of each covered her nipples, but the rest of her breasts were bare, two rows went up and down her stomach meeting at her belly button, one of the rows had cut up vegetables, the other had pieces of juicy fruit, and to complete the course in the gap of her thighs Champagne had been poured, just dark enough to hide all but an outline of what lay beneath the sweet, yet sour, amber liquid.

Spike’s brain was having a bit of a comprehension problem. “What? How? Why?”

Rarity giggled a little, using her magic to hold everything in place. “It’s dinner of course. As for the how, magic is very useful. I was able to levitate everything on after I laid down, and I found that I could stop the Champagne from leaking out with magic as well. You deserve the best, Master, why else?”

Spike, having regained control of his mind for the moment, still had one question. “Where did you even come up with this? Don’t get me wrong, you look amazing and delicious, but…”

Rarity seemed a bit sheepish. “A magazine from Canterlot may have had an article on the matter, and how a lot of the more noteworthy ponies had taken an interest in it.”

Spike looked at the beautifully prepared meal and even more beautiful mare in front of him. He licked his lips.

“Now remember, Master, no dessert until after you finish the fruits and vegetables.” She shook her chest lightly but suggestively. “Also, don’t eat the necklace.”

“Fair enough. And what about you, have you eaten yet?”

“I’m quite fine, thank you.” At that very moment her body decided to betray her, her stomach rumbled lightly. Her face lit up as her cheeks turned red; she chuckled nervously.

“Your stomach would disagree.” Spike went to reach for a piece of fruit.

“No!” Spike jumped slightly at her sudden outburst. “You can only use your mouth, Master, or it’ll ruin the taste.”

That explained why she emphasized brushing his teeth at least. He bent down gently and picked up a piece of pineapple.

Rarity had read that she was supposed to lie down, but she couldn’t help but watch as Spike grabbed the fruit. She shivered a little as she saw his fangs sink into it only a breath away from her stomach. It was exhilarating, and she hoped Spike wouldn’t mind the extra flavoring in the Champagne that had been added, thanks to it. Instead of swallowing though, to her surprise, he brought the pineapple to her lips and pushed it in. His tongue slid gently into her mouth pushing the fruit in. On the way out, it brushed against her teeth.

He smirked as he watched her chew the fruit a bit before swallowing it. Her face was flushed, and he loved it. “Consider us even for yesterday at dinner.” He planted a short kiss on her lips before heading back down to get something for himself, glad that he had remembered her favorite fruit beside cherries.

Rarity was now staring at the ceiling. Spike had turned the tables on her, so to speak. Before she could continue her thought process, she felt a warm breath against her fur that made her moan slightly. A thin and agile appendage that could only have been Spike’s tongue wrapped around something on her stomach before being pulled off into his mouth. The action repeated, but this time near her belly button. She laughed a little as his tongue lightly flicked the indentation, almost knocking the food of off her. This time Spike returned to feed her again, a small piece of carrot hanging from his mouth.

As Spike finished mouthing the carrot to Rarity, he smiled mischievously. So she was sensitive around her naval, fun. Wasting no time, he used his forked tongue to flick and tease her stomach while collecting all the produce around it, garnering bursts of laughter and ridiculously cute dirty looks from her. He zipped the food quickly into his mouth chewing and swallowing it. He gave Rarity a few more pieces before deciding to take a drink.

Upon reaching the magically dammed Champagne, he noticed something peculiar. Small waves were being formed in the liquid. His eyes lit up as he realized the source of the oddity, the vibrator! First though, he needed to sate his thirst. He took a small sip, watching as Rarity tensed up a bit as the suction reached her. A familiar taste had mixed in with the Champagne.

Rarity could feel Spike take a sip. It had rippled against her before entering his mouth, forcing her to stifle a moan. However, her attempt to stop the joyous outburst would be in vain, as a thin, forked tongue entered the Champagne and licked from the bottom to the top of her lower lips before flicking her clit roughly. Thankfully, instead of sitting up when she gasped, she pushed back into the table, stopping any of the food from falling off of her. Another small sip followed the recoil of his tongue.

Spike didn’t swallow the Champagne he had just taken; instead, he savored the taste in his mouth for a moment. Feeling that the quality was worthy, he placed his lips on Rarity’s and allowed the alcohol, among other ingredients, to flow into her mouth from his. Her eyes lidded softy as recognition hit her, and she swallowed the drink.

“I thought you might be thirsty. You did help flavor it after all.”

Rarity purred softly, “It was delicious.”

With the rest of the food gone and her stomach clear, Spike moved onto the final part of the meal: Dessert.

Spike picked up the first cherry by its stem and proceeded to do the same with the other. He brought both cherries to Rarity’s lips and waited for her to bite down softly on them. Once she did, he pulled back, removing the stems. He grabbed both stems before pushing back into Rarity, sharing the taste of the sweet cherries and each other.

That left the emeralds. Working his way down slowly to build suspense, he took the first one into his mouth in one bite, savoring the emerald and whipped cream. The whipped cream that had fallen to the side was licked away teasingly from her breast and nipple.

Rarity’s face tensed up as she tried to avoid whining in response to the teasing. When it finally ended she was certain the Champagne had overflowed. Her reprieve was short lived, though, as an intense sucking began on her breast. She felt as if she was being milked by Spike. It became rougher and wetter before stopping. With her now being at full attention, a set of sharp teeth lightly bit into her. Shivers ran down her spine as he pulled and pinched her with his fangs. Claws pressed against her free breast and began playing with it in much the same manner, but more widespread and less focused. Moans escaped freely as the attention overwhelmed her. Instantly the vibrator kicked into high driving her over the edge. She flavored the Champagne as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her whole body shook with the relentless ecstasy now flowing through her. There were no words this time, she just screamed in pleasure for all of Equestria to hear.

Feeling quite proud of himself as Rarity convulsed underneath him, Spike released his hold on her. Moving quickly, he found himself back at the space between her legs. It was almost as if it had refilled itself; there was so much Champagne, and he sampled it happily. “Now it’s perfect. Here Rarity, have some.” Taking more into his mouth, he let it fall through his lips into hers.

“Best Champagne I’ve ever had, Master.”

“I’m sure it’s the best I’ll ever have.” Spike went back to the tap and greedily drank the rest down as Rarity watched him, embarrassed. Spike turned the toy off and offered her his hand so that she could get off the table. Rarity gave him a small kiss on the lips before slipping into her maid uniform.

Leaning against Spike’s arm she cooed, “That was heavenly, Master. Why don’t we adjourn for the night?”

Spike walked up the steps with Rarity holding onto his arm. When they got to the split between their rooms, he started towards his. A tug on the arm, though, and he allowed himself to be led into her room. She pushed him gently onto the bed so that his feet remained on the floor while he sat up.

Nervously, she twiddled with her fingers. “Master, I’ve done something bad.”

Concerned for her wellbeing he asked, “What did you do? I’m sure we can fix it.”

A gentle smile fell upon her lips, “I know we can, but I’ll have to be punished to do so. You see, I snooped in your bags and found those amazing drawings you made. The ones of me were particularly nice. It surprised me that you had never shared your talent with me.” She looked away ashamed. “Still, I had no right to do that.”

He suddenly felt very shy, and slightly betrayed. It wasn’t like Rarity to go through other’s belongings. “It’s just a hobby. Why would you go through my stuff without my permission?”

“I let my curiosity and my fear get the better of me. When you hid the papers from me, I thought they might be about… us. Deep down, I was afraid I’d messed up and pushed you away with all of this. They confirmed the opposite was true, though. The one with me in this outfit was really special.”

Her face gently redirected so that they were staring into one another’s eyes. “I-I forgive you. Nothing you do could ever keep me mad at you. I… love you.”

She looked back at him with tears threatening to fall free. “And I love you, which is exactly why I have to pay for my indiscretion.” She moved beside him and bent over his lap. In a seductive tone she addressed him, “Spank me. I’ve been a naughty girl, and I need to learn my lesson. Don’t hold back either, make sure I know to behave from now on or else, Master.”

Something told Spike she was going to enjoy her punishment more than anything, but he would be lying if he said he would not enjoy it himself. “Fine. Ten seems like a fair number, but you have to count them out loud.”

A hand reeled back and came forward, before gently tapping Rarity’s flank, hesitant.

“Master, that was weak.” A teal aura encased his hand before it pulled back quickly and came down hard making a loud smack. “One! Now it’s your turn, Master.”

Any thought of going soft dissipated. If she wanted hard, he would be happy to oblige. A hand-shaped mark began materializing on her ass. “Two!”

Her body jolted forward before falling back as she felt her flesh warp around the contact before bouncing back to normal. “Three!”

A sharp stinging sensation resonated from her ass. “Four!”

Like a whip the crack had filled the room as the next one fell. “Five!”

She felt a gentle massaging as she sighed happily. “Halfway done, I’ll be switching to the other cheek now.”

Without further warning, three quick smacks came down, each one biting into her harder than the last. “Six! Seven! Eight!”

Her lips quivered slightly as she shook her ass in the air asking for more. Spike delivered happily. “Nine!”

The final strike came without mercy as she yelled out in pain and pleasure, “TEN!”

“Now get up and bend over so I can make sure you learned your lesson,” Spike ordered.

Lifting herself from his lap, she stood in front of him and did as she was told. He could see the red hand marks that now covered both sides of her beautiful, white curves. He prodded one roughly causing a small gasp. She was sore, but looking down confirmed his belief, she had enjoyed it.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?”

Rarity gingerly touched her new, temporary markings, jumping a little at the contact. “You were quite… clear. You’ll just have to make sure to keep me in line should I step out again, Master. You never know when I might misbehave and need a reminder.”

It was proving harder to keep his instincts held back with each passing moment. Things had already progressed so far, but one last thing remained. “Rarity, I need you to face me so we can talk.”

Straightening her skirt, she did as she was told. “Yes, Master?”

“Tell me what it is you want me to do. Beg me for it,” his demand was made with a small, but sadistic grin.

“I want you to make love to me.” A gentle blush graced her cheeks.

“How?”

She swallowed as her throat began feeling a little dry. “Gently at first, and then r-roughly.”

“Where?”

“On my bed.” Her gaze shifted to the side as she attempted to avoid looking at him.

“That’s not what I meant. Where do you want me to claim you?”

With her eyes down and her entire face turning red Rarity mumbled something inaudible.

“You’re going to have to be louder.” The sides of his lips moved further upwards.

“I want them in both.”

“Both? Not specific enough.”

“In my ass and… pussy.”

“That’s pretty bold, and such a dirty mouth. Now say it all together, and don’t forget, I want to hear you beg.” His taunting only seemed to make her cuter by the second.

Looking up into his eyes and completely flustered she pleaded, “Master, I want you to make love to my ass and pussy with your twin dragons on my bed being gentle at first and then ravishing me, please? I want you to claim me, to deflower me! I need it so bad.”

“Then I need something from you.”

“What?”

With a deep breath and suddenly sorrowful expression he started, “I need you to tell me that this is more than a weekend of fun, to say that this means something. When this is all over that we can be together. I love you, and you’ve told me the same, but I need to know when it’s all said and done that there’s an… us. It’s not that I think you’d play with my feelings like that, but I still need to hear this.”

Sitting next to him, flinching slightly at the touch of the bed under her, she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. “Spike… this is one of the craziest things I’ve ever done, and possibly the most important. This isn’t simply going to end when the weekend is over. I love you, and I want to be with you more than anything. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else; I’ve never wanted someone to degrade me and then hold me in their arms and never let go. Honestly, I’m not sure I deserve you.”

He pulled her into him, “Of course you do; I’m the one that’s out of my league here.”

“Don’t say that. You’re always so kind, always helping me, never asking for a thing in return, and all I did was use you.” She shook lightly against him. “Maybe I’d throw you a gem when we’d dig up a small horde, while I took the rest for myself even though you did all the work. A pin cushion, a garbage man, a secretary, or any other thing I was too petty to do, you did it all.” Spike wasn’t able to see the tears attempting to escape as she admitted her crimes against him, and for that, she was thankful.

One arm moved from her body before a hand crashed down on her flank once again; perfectly manicured nails dug into him as a small yelp came from her mouth. “Don’t ever talk like that. You never took advantage of me; I did all those things because I wanted to. Your smile is the only reward I ever wanted. Drama queen, eccentric, crazy, hardworking, caring, beautiful, way too hard on herself, and generous, all these and so many more describe the mare I love, the mare I’m holding. We’ve been unfair to ourselves and one another, so from now on, no more putting ourselves down, and that’s an order.”

Looking up into his eyes, her mouth was captured by his gently, a quick peck. “Eleven. I’ll gladly follow any order from my Master, my love.”

“Good. Now let’s get you out of those clothes. My love asked me for something, and I intend to do it for her. And until the morning comes, you are to call me Spike. It’s just us, no master and no maid tonight. The way our first time should be.” He stood up with her in his arms and carefully pulled the dress off over her head.

A forceful and unexpected kiss made them fall onto the bed in one another's embrace. They rolled around on the bed ruffling the sheets and tossing them about as they explored each other's mouth. Spike broke away, gazing upon the beauty underneath him. Her mane was in disarray and her coat glistened with sweat as her chest fell in short, heavy breaths. The look on her face would forever be captured in his mind. She needed him, she loved him, and she couldn’t wait any longer; it was breathtaking.

Her hand caressed the side of his face gently. “Let’s leave the stockings on, they’re sexy.”

“You’re always sexy.” Spike threw his jacket onto the floor.

As his shirt came off, Rarity held back the urge to gasp at the muscular underbelly of the teenage drake by biting her lip. “I try.”

A lock of hair was pushed away from her face. “But you don’t have to, you just are.”

She grabbed onto him and brought him to her muzzle, before flipping over and pinning him under her. She set to work unbuttoning his pants before practically ripping them off of him, boxers included. They landed on the side of the bed as she climbed back onto him.

“Someone’s feeling frisky.” Spike chuckled.

“What can I say? You bring out the best in me.” Rarity squealed adorably as she was pushed onto her back. Her assailant jumped on top of her and began using his mouth and claws to give her chest a work over. She could feel him squeezing, sucking, kneading, and gently nipping at her. A hand slid lower as a pointed claw teased her moist lips gently. Her hands pulled at her hair as her body became her love’s plaything. “Oh, Spike! That’s simply diviiiiiiiiine.”

The whole time, Spike never let his eyes fall from hers. Those beautiful teal eyes were clouded over in arousal as they watched him, her face deep red. He could taste the sweat on her breasts, feel the hardness of her nipples and the softness of her coat against his tongue, her approval of his actions sang the sweetest, most erotic tune to his ears, and the musky smell that emanated from her mixed with her usual vanilla fragrance, it was all driving him insane. There would be no need to coax him out tonight, everything she did and everything she was had already achieved that. His lips lifted off of her, and he spoke, “I think that’s enough foreplay.”

She merely nodded her head in compliance. Spike applied some of her natural lubricant from his claw onto himself. He grabbed her legs, the stocking rubbing against his scales, and lifted them up, dragging her towards him. The red marks on her ass brushed roughly against the sheets eliciting a small pained, yet pleasurable, gasp, as her legs pointed into the air. She was completely on display, her now soaking wet, purple hair, above the moist, dripping lips, and the small puckered hole below.

“Grab on and don’t let go.”

She did as she was instructed, freeing Spike’s hands. Her breasts were now squeezed together by her arms as they held onto her legs, keeping her fully presented in the unlady-like position. She felt her body get hotter and hotter as she thought about it. Lady Rarity, personal slut to Spike the Dragon. Her thought stopped there though as she felt him slide between her marehood and gently rock back and forth coating himself in her. As she stared at Spike’s testaments to dragon virility, she started to wonder if she would be able to handle both. The lower of the two would be entering a much tighter fit, and she hoped that it would make it, without hurting too much. Once again her train of thought slipped as she felt prodding against both of her entrances. “I’m ready, Spike.” She screamed as she felt Spike enter her, warm and sticky. Her body had put up less resistance then she expected at the unknown intrusion. It had still been uncomfortable and had hurt, but at the same time it felt incredibly, amazingly, good. A similar experience rocked her body from above, but without the pain. Her hands dug into the black stockings and her flesh.

Spike was barely inside of her, having stopped after her scream. It had been a wonderful mix of elation and agony. He moved just a little more inwards before feeling a physical barrier impeding his paths. He had expected the first, it was Rarity’s first time after all, but the second took a moment to recognize as his tip pressed against a strangely similar feeling, plastic. He smiled as the realization hit him; part of his logical mind understood why his entrance had been easier than he had expected, still requiring a decent push though. His pants were visible in the corner of his vision, and he filed the information away for later. Placing his hands on her hips to steady her, he pressed forward gently but quickly, so as to not prolong her pain.

The ripping sensation inside of her forced her head back as she yelled out. A small trail of blood dripped from her as a testament to their dedication to each other. Tears threatened to escape, but she tried to force them to stay in, to keep her composure in front of her dragon. It did little good as a few escaped, her eyes closing to hold the rest back. A sudden sensation danced across her face. Opening her eyes, she discovered Spike leaning over her, gently licking away her tears. He gave her a kiss as he rubbed her stomach to ease her pain. “Spike, I think we’re good to continue.”

“Okay, Rarity. I’ll be gentle, promise,” he said attempting to soothe her further, “at least to begin with.”

He started in and out moving further in with every thrust. Each movement drove them both insane as she wrapped around him. He filled her completely as he bottomed out, the device lodged deep inside her. “Spike, I- I think, you’re pushing into my womb.”

Spike grunted in response with a smile on his face. He started moving faster and harder with each thrust. On the way out, he left her feeling empty and incomplete, aching for his return, and going back in, he filled her entirely, making her feel content and unfeasibly happy. His hips began slamming into her ass, striking her sore cheeks with every thrust. She whined, yelped, moaned, and screamed as each of his increasingly rough movements brought her to a new euphoria filled with equal parts pain and pleasure.

Unlike Rarity, Spike had pent up his sexual release all day. He knew his time was short as he began moving at top speed. Still, he could tell that the foreplay had done its job of getting her closer before they started. Rarity’s tongue had fallen from her mouth, and she was fairly lost in her ecstasy from the look of it. He made a grab for his pants, slipping his hand into the pocket to collect his prize. His hand mingled with hers, forcing them from her legs. They were now lying on top of each other with their hands intertwined as Spike continued his movements. He could feel her coat and sweat against his scales.

Her mind somehow managed to register the small plastic rectangle in her hand in the thrall of her lust. Before she could make the connection, a pair of clawed fingers grasped at her punished ass and rubbed her Cutie Marks.

Spike pushed his palm forward against the button three times almost instantly. Suddenly he felt strong vibrations coarse across one tip, as the other was assaulted by the same vibrations coursing through her body. His plan backfired, but not before she tightened around him like a vice as he dove all the way into her. Together they screamed each other’s name into the night. His wings sprang open while Spike unloaded into her womb and ass as he wallowed in the sweet release that he had been robbed of all day.

Rarity felt her body melt away as an incredibly hot, thick fluid coursed into her, filling every inch of her insides, before shooting out of her around Spike. Her entire face turned a deep red as she rode on waves of ecstasy and euphoria as her orgasm rolled through her body relentlessly. Her body squeezed around Spike trying to milk him for everything he was worth. Their combined juices leaked onto her flank and the bed from her body, before she was rolled over leaning onto his chest. His wings wrapped around her protectively, and their tails entwined themselves together lovingly.

Spike stared down at the beautiful, disheveled, purple mane and the mare, his mare, which it belonged to. “I love you, Rarity.”

“I love you too, Spike,” she managed, as she nuzzled into his warm, firm chest.

“Ready for round two?” he asked excitedly, full of new ideas.

His response however, was a soft snore purring against his scales combined with a warm breath.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her closer into him. Looking gently down at his love, he turned the vibrator off, not wanting it to wake her.“It can wait for tomorrow then. I have all kinds of ways my little maid can make it up to me.” He smiled sadistically as he allowed sleep to take him as he embraced his love. His last thought was that he felt a pair of furry lips smile against his scales.