A warmth she could not quite place resonated from the front of her body as something seemed to hold her firm but lovingly against the strange, scaled heat. Rarity cuddled further into it, eyes closed, as her mind attempted to clear through the fog cause by her not quite awake state. Wait, something was holding her, Spike! Her eyes shot open as she stared at the dragon keeping her tenderly in his embrace. Sleep still claimed her love, but the smile on his face spoke of happy dreams. She giggled quietly as she took a guess on what, or more likely, who he was dreaming of. Their bodies lay against one another, nothing separating them in the least as fur met scale. The thought of lying there in his embrace until he awoke and took her right then and there was tantalizing to say the least, but she had different plans for this morning. And so, with one final long moment to appreciate her position, she started the careful task of wiggling out of the strong arms of her lover without waking him. Having made her daring escape, she quickly gathered up her abandoned outfit and his clothes before silently slipping out. The thought that she had never walked through her house naked before brought a small bit of amusement and thrill as she moved down the hallway.

A beautiful ceremony played out as he watched a far more beautiful and elegant sight walk towards him in her white gown of her own design; however, a sudden, although quite pleasant, sensation began unraveling the world around him as it faded back into his head. His minded registered the prior anomaly as a smell, but not just any smell, the aroma of freshly baked pancakes filled the air around him. A loud rumble came from his stomach, and one thing was certain, Twilight definitely was not the one cooking. He enjoyed a quick stretch, not unlike a cat, before opening his eyes. There was no question that last night had been very real as he found himself naked in Rarity’s bed, but he did wonder where the mare in question had run off to, before remembering the heavenly smelling pancakes.

Right on cue, Rarity swept into the room fully uniformed carrying a tray with a plate stacked with pancakes, a syrup dispenser, two cups of tea, honey, sugar, and two empty plates. “Breakfast is served, Master.”

Spike quickly covered himself with the blanket, a tad embarrassed even after last night. He moved back so that he was sitting against the wall and the tray was placed over his waist. “Looks delicious.” He patted the spot next to him as Rarity stood there waiting for his invitation. “Come on; join me in this rather amazing looking meal you cooked up.”

Taking her place next to him on the bed, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, her perfectly manicured hands resting on his chest. The tray was repositioned by Spike so that both had easy access to their meals as he split the pancakes between them. “Master, you shouldn’t be doing that. It’s my job as your Maid-”

“Consider it a reward for the excellent service last night, and for the rest of the days.”

A shiver coursed down her spine exciting her as she noted the sly smile her draconic lover delivered his comment with. He had plans for her, and she could not wait to find out what they were. She grabbed the syrup container before he had a chance and drizzled a generous amount over his pancakes and then hers. As she lifted the container back up a small bit dripped down the side; she gathered it with her finger and licked it off slowly. Sweet revenge was hers as she admired the hungry look now adorning Spike’s face and aimed right at her. “Yummy.”

Shaking off his rising intent Spike picked up the fork and dug into his pancakes before they got cold. His mouth watered as the fluffy deliciousness of Rarity’s cooking assaulted his mouth while the smell completed the attack on his senses. Cooking skills may have skipped over Sweetie Belle, but Rarity was obviously very gifted in the matter. “Smart, beautiful, talented, and she cooks, what did I do to deserve such fortune?”

Rarity giggled and covered her mouth with one hand. “It’s a long and very impressive list befitting a knight with a heart of gold and the soul of a gentledragon, Master. I find myself wondering if I deserve such a magnificent drake.”

He placed a simple and very sweet kiss on her lips, the taste of vanilla falling upon his own. “There’s no need to wonder, the answer had always been yes.”

The taste of dragon morning breath was not the most pleasant, but she could see herself getting used to it fast. “Of course, Master.”

They finished their breakfast in silence, shooting one another playful glances here and there. With his done first, he watched the generous beauty in front of him enjoy hers. She was more glorious now than she had ever been. She seemed... happier. Her smile was fuller and more genuine then he had ever seen. It was hard to imagine her being any more beautiful than she had been, and yet, here she was shattering her previous self. A mare in love. “In love with me.”

Rarity had eaten the last bite and noticed him staring as she heard something slip from his mouth. “What was that, Master?”

His face darkened as the realization he had spoken the last thought out loud hit him. “Nothing, was just trying to… um… catch my breath after you stole it away.” He mentally slapped himself.

She moved the tray off of them. “Cheesy, but very sweet.” Standing back up and straightening her maid outfit, she took on a more serious tone. “I placed your clothes in the master bathroom over there for you. I shall attend to other matters while-”

“No.” Spike swept the sheets aside and stood up. If he was going to take control he needed to get over his embarrassment. “I’ll need you to join me in the shower. Can’t quite reach all the spikes on my back that easily.” He grasped her ass underneath her skirt, earning a small, excited gasp. “Had to make sure you were still obeying that no underwear rule.”

Her legs felt weak under his rather rough touch, the thought of his order not helping the situation. “Of course, Master. I’ll meet you in there.”

“Alright, don’t make me wait too long, or I might have to punish you again.” Spike headed into the bathroom, secretly happy to have a chance to brush his teeth real quickly. At some point Rarity had apparently moved his toothbrush, for which he was thankful. Grabbing it and a tube of expensive-looking vanilla-flavored toothpaste, he set about cleaning his fangs. He rinsed and spit just in the nick of time.

Within a few seconds of him finishing up, the door to the bathroom opened and shut gently. Spike turned around and his jaw hung open; in front of the door stood Rarity in a silk pink robe with bright pink fluffy edges and a purple ribbon sash. As soon as he regained control of his mouth he forced it back up, but it did not last. Rarity untied the robe and tugged at the edges causing it to open and sit on her arms. The next moment, she dropped the edges and let the robe fall to the floor around her elegantly. “Woops.” She turned around and bent over to pick up the robe, giving Spike a very tantalizing and intimate view of her. She stood back up and placed the robe on the rack on the door. Two scaled arms wrapped around her waist as a warm breath glided over her ears.

“Someone’s being a tease aren’t they?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Master.”

In response, Spike slowly kissed his way down her neck, nibbling softly with his sharp teeth each time. “Is that so?” She moaned softly under his sway, the thrill of his fangs being so near her neck driving her insane. Without warning, he stopped and released her. She was left feeling unsatisfied and wanting more. “A little revenge, my dear.”

“I deserve so much more, Master. I was teasing you after all.”

“You aren’t questioning my choice are you?”

“Of-of course not.”

Stepping into the decently sized shower, next to the large hot tub style bath, he held the door open. “Good. Now, get in here so we can start.”

Joining him, she was handed a bar of soap. “I see, shampoo doesn’t work on scales like it does fur.”

He ran his hand over her face, enjoying the softness and the way she pressed into it. “No, and in a country full of furries, getting a bar of soap can be quite the challenge. Turn the temperature to whatever you like, can’t burn or freeze a creature with fire in its chest, after all.” True as that was, Spike could still feel the chill or warmth of the water just fine, but he decided to let her enjoy herself, before he indulged them both.

Thankfully for Spike, Rarity had a thing for very warm and relaxing showers. She turned the water on and allowed it to wash over her. Her beautiful, purple mane went from its styled form to a simpler but still awe-inspiring, long, straight falling one that ran down her neck and back. Her tail followed suit as the warm water coursed down her back and sides making it unravel and glide along the floor. The makeup washed from her face, and Spike was stuck staring at a newfound more natural beauty. Soaked from head to hoof, water ran over her breasts and dripped off her nipples. He always knew she had no need for the assistance provided by her routine beautification; however, he had never seen it. Not to be misunderstood, he loved how she looked like that as well, but this simply felt more real. Carefully he removed her fake eyelashes and stared into her clear, blue eyes. Placing them up high, he allowed himself another moment to fully appreciate how lovely she was and how lucky he was.

A small blush spread to her cheeks. “Master, you’re staring.”

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“I never said I minded.” She tugged him under the water and rubbed the soap on her hands bringing it to a nice lather. Starting at his neck she worked her way down to his arms, then his chest. Her hands worked with the smooth flow of an artist and the touch of a master seamstress. The delicate and graceful touch of her fur felt majestic on his body. Moving to his waist and further still to his legs she covered every inch of his front side in soap before turning him around and doing his spikes and back. His tail was completed in one movement as she wrapped both hands around it and slid them down. Only one spot remained, and she took particular joy in running her hands over his ass. “Firm.”

“Must have been all that running after you. Guess it had a number of positive effects.” Spike turned around as she stood up, a bottle of vanilla scented shampoo in his hand. “Not a bad job, but I think you could do better.” He squeezed a gracious amount into his hand, letting some of it spill over and drip on to her chest. “Let me show you.”

Getting behind Rarity, he quickly rubbed his hands together and worked the shampoo into her shoulders. Where she had merely spread the soap across his body, he was massaging it into her fur. He kneaded her back with the palm of his hand earning moans from those beautiful lips. She gasped as he reached around her and took a breast in each hand roughly squeezing them to disrupt the shampoo. He pinched and pulled her nipples forcing small waves of pain and electricity to shoot through her body as she tried not to scream his name to the heavens. He let go after one final particularly strong tug. With circular motions, he rubbed her belly lovingly, playfully. Her thighs were the next focus of his rub down as he traced her curves pushing in oh so pleasantly. More than the shampoo and water flowed down her body into the drain as he reached her legs. She was completely drenched, and Spike had the perfect view as his fingers and claws pressed into the flesh. No inch of Rarity’s body was left untaken care of as his hand slid across her marehood and asshole with more force than was really necessary, but was extremely welcomed by the white unicorn who now felt like she was melting under his touch. For his finale he grasped her flank firmly, letting his fingers sink in as he opened and closed his hands around her as she squealed in delight. “Mine might be firm, but yours is luscious, so soft and squishy, just like a marshmallow.”

Rarity had managed to focus her thoughts long enough to be angry at Spike for the quip, but as she went to voice her complaint she was forced up against the glass wall of her shower. Her normally round and perky boobs were pressed uncomfortably flat against the glass, but it felt so rough, demeaning, and incredibly good. If anyone were to walk in they would get a detailed view, and it excited her. She turned her head and was caught quickly in a passionate kiss.

Spike was enjoying his control, although deep down he worried he might have been too drastic. A moan reassured him, ebbing him forward. “You like this don’t you? I want to hear you beg me to spread your legs and take you here and now.”

If words could cause orgasms, Spike would have just sent Rarity reeling. “M-Master, I love this, and I want you to spread me nice and wide and ride me until I can’t walk straight for a week.”

He used his foot to shift her stance to a very welcoming pose, nice and open, her straightened, soaked tail swayed side to side in agreement. “Specific. Consider your request,” with no further warning, Spike plunged deep into Rarity, the water, soap, and shampoo allowing him a smooth entrance, “answered.”

Rarity’s scream filled the bathroom, a mixture of intense ecstasy and mild pain. He had gone in hard, and it had felt amazing. Somewhere in her mind that still conceived rational thought, it occurred to her that a lady does not just allow a strapping male such as Spike to just shove it in her, especially not when their ass is targeted as well. The rest of her mind wanted her to stop worrying about it and enjoy the ever-quickening pace of her draconic lover. All internal conflict subsided as she felt his ever increasing speed and depth. She was going crazy as every thrust forced her further against the glass. Each one caused her breasts and, more enjoyably, her nipples to rub up and down as they were pressed snuggly into the glass. It was rough, it was wild, and it was so amazing. Without even noticing, her tongue had slipped from her mouth, and she was panting like a dog in heat, definitely not ladylike.

The more Spike sunk into her the more amazing it felt, but the wet floor was affecting his balance. In a moment of pure genius he discovered the perfect answer. He placed his hands on her wet and soapy flank and grabbed on. The new position was a little awkward for his shoulders, but it provided extra stability. Rarity seemed rather impressed with Spike’s plan, her moans proving all the agreement he needed as he squeezed the white rump, paying special attention to her Cutie Mark. She felt incredible; somehow, she was even tighter than last night. Living with Twilight had the side effect of making Spike highly analytical; while spreading her legs had made her entrances more open, the muscles inside of her had constricted in contrast. The effect, two warm vices, very different from one another, that seemed to squeeze him in the most amazing way. The warm water coursing down his body and over him before being inserted into her was only adding to his euphoria. His only regret was that in this position he could not see the mare he loved. Or so he thought, but a glance over her shoulder proved otherwise as a full body mirror wheeled into place surrounded by a shaky teal aura.

“Wanted… to see… your face,” she panted out. His reflection made it clear; he was looking over every inch of her body. There was a decent amount of steam, but being pressed against the glass only caused it to be a minor issue. It felt as if he was devouring her with his eyes, a hungry lust glinting in them. Her body quivered, completely thrilled with her quick thinking.

“Must be some kind of… mind reader. Look at you; your tits are so hard… they’re practically scratching the glass. Can’t even… keep your tongue in your mouth as I… take you. You’re such a dirty mare… body aching and pussy dripping for me. Yes, look at that face. The face of someone… who has resigned herself to being nothing but a toy… for her master’s amusement. Tongue lolling, eyes begging for more, and a face so crimson that it’s practically saying, ‘fuck me until there’s nothing left but a husk of my former self.’ That’s what you want… isn’t it?”

“YES! PLEASE!” Rarity's self-respect did nothing against Spike’s words. Every one of them was true, and he was throwing it in her face. She had no idea where her dragon, her love, had gotten such a skill, but it was marvelous. The shame mixed with the pleasure and the pain, driving her wild beyond anything she had ever conceived.

“Good, because from now until the end of time, you're mine.” Spike hilted himself in her ass and marehood as hard as he dared before releasing everything he had into her, wave after wave. Looking in the mirror he saw it all: her eyes widened, her teeth clenched, and her body used the glass to support itself as she accepted everything he offered.

Lights danced across her vision as the warm, sticky substance that was once part of Spike became a part of her. Her own orgasm shot out of her with some of his, trickling comfortably down her leg before being carried away by the drain. There was so much, a dragon thing, perhaps? The question quickly flowed down the river of her thoughts as euphoria crash down on her again and again.

Spike finally stopped, sighing contently as he enjoyed the after sex serenity that came with being one with his love. She seemed to glow warmly in those moments, being all the more beautiful. The generous mare of his dreams, and through some stroke of luck, she was all his, and he hers. As funny as it was, for all his loudmouth claims, she would always have him wrapped around her finger. The truth was simple; it all came down to her. He would have it no other way. Slowly time seemed to move around them again, and he worked his way out of her. It was an interesting feeling, warm, sticky, wet, and tight, all at the same time. As he finally removed himself, he admired his handiwork. He was pouring out of the small gaping hole that was her ass, and her marehood’s lips were still to the side as it dripped out. A brilliant and wicked thought hit him. “I want you to spread yourself and press your ass against the glass. Then take a long look in the mirror at yourself.”

“O-of course, Master.” Rarity did as instructed, feeling the cold glass against her wet fur. What she saw only managed to excite her further as she stared at the mess that was once her behind. So much was coming out, and she tried her hardest to stop it. Realizing there was just too much; she turned around to tell her master what she saw. However, Spike kissed her as soon as she faced him

Breaking apart, he whispered to her over the running water, “I love you.”

She smiled as a single tear ran down her face, almost impossible to see in the downpour. “I love you, too.”

He sat down on the shower floor and helped her into his lap. They snuggled against one another as the water washed away their mess. “Well, this certainly makes clean up easier.”

Rarity lightly kissed him on the mouth. “I’ll say.”

Using the wall for support, he got up, dragging Rarity with him. She seemed a tad shaky, but, with a little help from Spike, she managed to get out of the shower. Quick telekinesis turned the shower off as she leaned against him. She may have been exaggerating just the teensy bit, walking was a tad hard, but she mostly just enjoyed leaning against him. He helped her into her maid outfit before rummaging through his bag and pulling out jeans and a green T-shirt for himself. Rarity sat on the bathroom counter and watched him get dressed. It was not the most fashionable ensemble, but Spike pulled it off wonderfully, the muscle barely visible under the fabric. He offered his hand, and she gladly accepted before sliding off and back onto the floor. Spike opened the door and waited for her to exit first… and waited.

“I think you forgot about something, Master.” Turning around, she placed her hands on the counter, spread her legs, and lifted her tail, and with it the skirt, up into the air. A familiar purple device and its remote floated over and into Spike’s hands. “My little… notifier, needs to be placed.” She watched in her vanity mirror above the sink as Spike gave the toy a lick with his forked tongue, and then lined it up.

Spike quickly noted that Rarity was still slightly… welcoming, from earlier. He smiled as he inserted it in, enjoying her moans and shaking. It seemed almost impossible for anyone to be so beautiful, hot, and cute at the same time. He gave one of her cheeks a quick kiss before standing back up.

They headed downstairs, making small talk and laughing here and there. Rarity was infallible in her role, never slipping up, and Spike had his bag slung over his shoulder.

“So, Rarity, I was wondering if I could use your studio and some fabric, maybe a few jewels?”

Completely caught off guard, Rarity looked at Spike as if searching for some explanation to the odd request. Spike was certainly more than capable; he had helped her for years in the shop, including becoming quite skilled in sewing. “If that is what you wish, Master, go ahead. May I ask what you intend to do though?”

“Let’s just call it my little secret, for now. This of course means I don’t want you barging in there, understood?”

“Of course, Master. I wouldn’t dream of it.” She was imagining it just fine, however. It was so strange. He had the skills, but, aside from helping her, he had never shown any interest in the matter.

He gave her a quick kiss before walking away towards the studio. “You’re the best. Feel free to do what you wish; after all, if I need you it’ll be perfectly clear.” He switched the vibrator on to low, garnering a moan from his sweet Rarity, before turning it back off. The door closed behind him as he prepared himself for the task ahead.