Rarity had managed to get a lot done while attempting to keep herself from breaking down the door to her studio to see what Spike was doing. Without any distractions she finished the cleaning; although, she regretted not having Spike there to watch her bend over or climb up to get those hard to reach spots. She even had some time to sit in her inspiration room and visually create masterpieces; a lot of purple and green could be seen in the designs. However, the majority of her time was spent wondering what that drake could be doing in her studio with all of her supplies. She was not worried about Spike using something she needed or had a short supply of; he worked with her often enough to know what was already spoken for, so to speak. She knew that whatever it was, it would almost definitely be for her. Maybe, it was some kind of kinky lingerie or something hot and humiliating! The suspense was driving her crazy.

The door opened, and Rarity quickly tried to peek inside past a rather overworked-looking Spike. She was having a hard time focusing on her task as her eyes kept trailing down to the T-shirt sticking against his chest. Had she always been this lustful? No, but so much had changed in these past few days. She was not different, but she was not the same either. She was still a fashionista, still a lady, still generous, but now she was Spike’s, as well. She mentally facepalmed, it was love; it was not supposed to make sense or be easy. Yet, now that she had found it, loving Spike was easy. But it was still so new, so much more had to be done. Telling her parents, explaining it to Sweetie Belle, and Twilight, she shivered, definitely was not looking forward to that. Twilight may have been her best friend, but she was also Spike’s rather overprotective… sisterish thing, guardian maybe? And how could she forget, the most powerful Unicorn in existence. She would understand, probably, the signs had always been there, even if Rarity was being oblivious to them. Yeah, she just needed to remember how calm and reasonable Twilight was, and not how she had almost destroyed the town over being tardy on a friendship report.

“Equestria to Rarity. You are totally out of it, huh? Well, maybe,” he slipped his hand under the backside of her skirt and squeezed hard, “this will wake you up.”

Rarity squealed in surprise and delight. “What? Oh, sorry, Master.”

Spike quickly looked her up and down, “Are you feeling okay? You were shaking for a minute there. You don’t think you caught something from staying in the shower too long? I’m an idiot! I’ll go get some soup; you lay down!” He rushed to the kitchen, or he would have, had Rarity not grabbed him with her telekinesis.

“I’m fine. I was just lost in thought, is all.” She gave him a hug as he turned around, laying her head on his shoulder. “Thank you for worrying about me and getting so worked up to take care of me. You’re the best, Master.”

Her words resonated inside him as he placed his arms around her and hugged back. Of course, he then felt her braless chest against his own, and turned the most becoming shade of red. “A-anytime. Anyways, I’m sure you’d do the same for me if I wasn’t feeling well, generously staying and caring for me until I was better. Is it strange I kind of want to be sick now?”

“I think it’s sweet.” She broke their hug and gave him a quick kiss before falling into a chair behind her and opening her legs for him. “Now, take me.”

He chuckled softly. “You sure are horny today. I like it. So I shall accept your invitation with pleasure, my little vixen.” The button on his pants came undone, and he went to pull them off.

“Rarity, Spike, um… is anyone home? I just thought I’d stop by and check to make sure everything’s okay… if you don’t mind that is,” came a sweet, gentle, and badly timed voice.

The door knob started to turn to their dismay. Rarity jumped out of her seat and patted her skirt down as Spike yanked his pants up and quickly fumbled with the button and zipper.

A yellow Pegasus with long beautiful wings, and a straight pink almost taffy-like mane and tail entered into the house. With the one eye that was not hidden by her hair she spotted her two friends. Spike was on a chair with a book on, strangely enough, fashion in his hands, and Rarity was dusting a very clean-looking table.

“Fluttershy, darling, what brings you here?”

The Pegasus in question had her entire face turn deep red as she stared at the risqué outfit one of her best friends was wearing in front of the teenager who was head over heels about her. She thought her short, knee-showing, sleeveless yellow dress with white trimming was daring, but Rarity’s outfit was on a whole different level. “I-I-I-I wanted to make sure Spike and you were doing… alright?”

"Darling, you worry too much; Master and I are fine.” Rarity’s mind reeled as she realized her faux pas, courtesy of Fluttershy almost fainting. Her imagination must have been in overdrive, but Rarity doubted it even compared to the truth.

“M-m-m-m-m-m-master?” she managed to squeak out, using the wall to keep her balance.

“Well, you see, Twilight reminded me how much Spike does for me so selflessly that I wanted to repay him this weekend by being his personal maid.” Selective truth, all the honesty she needed to sell her story without the more intimate details.

“Admittedly, I was against it in the beginning, but she was very adamant and convincing. You know how our Rarity likes to be a bit dramatic, and I certainly wouldn’t want her to change that or anything else about herself.” The opportunity to fluster Rarity was too good to pass up, knowing each hint would make her hotter and hotter. Fluttershy’s easily-embarrassed demeanor made it that much easier. Spike had a theory that the reason she was so easily embarrassed was that she had a very dirty imagination. He could feed Rarity’s lust with that. “You couldn’t imagine how amazing the service she’s been giving me is. I doubt there’s anything as good in the whole world.”

“Service!?”

“You know, dear, like cleaning, cooking, and what not, all of Spike’s needs.” Rarity smiled hoping that her friend would not take the last part- her thoughts were interrupted by Fluttershy’s wings popping open, a well-known sign of Pegasi arousal. And based off the speed and firmness, she was very, very aroused. She was not the only one, as Rarity felt a familiar dampness between her legs. A light bulb went off in her head, but she couldn’t really… oh, to hell with it. She turned around and, with her flank facing Fluttershy and her tail to the side, she bent over.

Fluttershy’s eyes glossed over as she stared intimately at her friend’s completely uncovered rear. And could it be, something purple just visible in Rarity’s- “Well, um, I’ll just leave you two to it then.” Using her hand to shield her mouth and biting down gently on her finger, she noticed how her words could have been taken. Her arm was slung across her bountiful cleavage as she scrambled for the door, slamming it shut behind her.

Sitting in the chair, Spike was in awe of Rarity’s little peep show. “Wow, I knew it was getting you hot being almost found out, but that was… insane. I can’t believe you did that to poor innocent Fluttershy.” Rarity’s eyes trailed down, ashamed. She had just corrupted her sweet friend’s mind and possibly given away their secret. “It was possibly one of the most amazingly sexy things ever.”

Her ears perked up as she heard his compliment. Her hunger came back full force as she quickly undid Spike's pants, yanking them and his underwear off. He was completely ready for her, the two intimidating, mare-breaking spears of his standing at full attention. Without a moment’s hesitation, she impaled herself on both ends, her head snapping back in untold pleasure. She kept lowering herself further onto him determined to take him all in. Finally, joyfully, obtaining her goal; she let herself settle in, thankful that enough of her had spilled out to fully lubricate both holes, reducing the pain enough to enjoy the pleasure. His hands grabbed onto her sides as he leaned forward, using his mouth to pull her breasts free. He began teasing them with his forked tongue and nipping gently with his fangs. Pulling her hair back in ecstasy she began moving up and down, savoring every inch.

It was in this moment, caught up in their carnal craving for one another, that the doorknob turned and Fluttershy returned. “Sorry to burst out li-” This time, there was no question, no mistaking, what was happening. From her vantage point she could see everything. A very surprised Spike, a completely shocked Rarity, and the extremely intimate way they were intertwined in one another. Rarity’s tail was riding so high that her skirt left her completely exposed, with Spike deep inside of her. To make matters worse, the chair directly faced the door, giving Fluttershy an unfiltered view of everything. “Oh, my.”

Getting caught had both thrilled and terrified Rarity. She had been willing to tease her friend, sure, but this was a whole different fashion show. As the realization that there was no way to deny or explain this hit her, she went to sit down. However, due to her position, she slid down further onto Spike, making her groan merrily, as Spike’s own joy escaped his mouth. Something inside Rarity gave in; Fluttershy knew, so why should she stop now? In fact, judging from her wings, she wanted to see more. Obliging the Pegasus, Rarity started back up on Spike before crashing down.

Spike had just about gained a foothold on the situation when Rarity decided to finish what they started, throwing said foothold straight out the window. He couldn’t help but stare as Fluttershy’s eyes focused right where Rarity and him were connected. He had mixed feelings, sure it was hot, but it was also very… honestly he did not know, strange, he guessed, to say the least. His mind froze in shock as he saw the one reaction he had not even begun to dream of. Fluttershy’s hand was moving, right under her dress! She had started softly stroking herself as her other hand clutched on to her breasts over the shirt and fondled them. “Well, look at that, Rarity, seems Fluttershy is enjoying the show.”

Turning her head, Rarity watched as her friend masturbated to her making love with her dragon. It was crazy and wild. The shyest mare she had ever met getting off to two of her friends as they saw it all. It was simply scandalous! “I would say so, Master. I feel a tad cheated though; she has an advantage on us.”

Leave it to Rarity to take things a step further; of course, Spike was not complaining. He had a perfect way to even the playing field. “Fluttershy, you don’t want to take advantage of us, now do you? It’s only fair that if you get to see us like this, that we get to see you naked too, isn’t it?”

Fluttershy squeaked. Spike was always so nice and kind, where had something like that come from? Rarity was so prime and proper; she would never do something like this. It had to be another of her fantasies; that was the only reasonable answer. But… what if it was not? She could be fingering herself in front of her friends as they fucked. It was so dirty, so embarrassing, so exciting! Getting naked in front of them was definitely out of the question though. At least, that’s what her mind said; her body was too busy letting her pink, frilly panties fall to the floor and removing the yellow dress. She wondered what her friends would think of her. One of her greatest secrets, that she never wore a bra, was now out in the open with the rest of her. It was too much. Her fingers dipped into the flowing honey pot they had been rubbing vigorously. She grabbed, pulled, and pinched her generous cleavage with her free hand. What would Spike and Rarity think of her; she was being such a bad mare.

Rarity followed Spike's gaze over her shoulder. Fluttershy was putting on quite the performance as she tried to get herself off. "Are her boobs bigger than mine?"

"Yeah," he gave her nipple a kiss with more suction than was really needed, "but yours are definitely perkier." Moving his hands from her flank, he took a hold of her breasts. "Look at them, so round, so beautiful, and these cute, tasty, little treats. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. Fluttershy's are beautiful too, but in their own way." He shot Fluttershy a mischievous look and dived into Rarity's chest, the fur so soft and warm against his skin.

Rarity appreciated the attention, her rhythm increasing. Spike started gyrating his hips as he timed his own thrusts with hers. It felt so good as he moved around inside of her. She was thankful that she wasn't supporting herself because her legs were turning to mush. "F-Fluttershy... darling... enjoying... yourself?" A soft happy whine came as her reply. "Come now... I want to... hear you say it."

Fluttershy opened her mouth in an attempt to form syllables and words. The majority of her effort came out as loud moans of pleasure, but she managed with some difficulty to answer, "I-i-i-i-it, ahhhhh, feels, mmmh, so, eeek, good."

Lifting his head from Rarity's chest where he had been playing with her, he looked over at Fluttershy, almost predatorily. "What feels so good exactly, and why, Shy?"

"My fingers shoved deep in my pussy... as I... watch the two of you go at it like bunny rabbits, and my nipples" She lifted her impressive breasts to her mouth and proceeded to lick and suck on them, "Taste so good. I'm hot... and I'm horny... and it's... all because I'm watching you two. Won't... last... much... longer."

Rarity was in full agreement with her friend. She wasn't sure if she was still sensitive from earlier, if Spike was simply getting better, okay, she was sure he was getting better, or if it was because of the unbelievable situation her lady-like mind never would have dreamed up, but she was close to giving Fluttershy a sight she would never forget. Well, another one at least. "Watch, Fluttershy, watch as I cum from Spike's big twin dragons pounding into my ass and pussy. Watch as he fills me so much that it shoots out all over my clean floors. Don't you dare let those eyes fall off my rear, my dear. I want you to see our love-making to completion." Right as she finished her command, she let the last of her resistance fail. Her body clamped down around Spike, as euphoria rushed through her body. She threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy as her excitement started shooting out.

The tightness that resulted from Rarity reaching her own orgasm drove Spike into his. He made two last second moves. First, he lifted her skirt up with his hands so that everything was visible, and then, he thrust all the way inside of her, her ass pressing against his waist. With the last of his tasks done, he poured into her. His release brought forth a strange, pleasant calm. In those moments, everything was right. Then again, he was having sex with Rarity as a naked Fluttershy masturbated to and in front of them. So basically, everything was right in the world.

Fluttershy watched as Spike and Rarity mixed before spilling out of the unicorn. Being ordered around just before had taken her to the edge, and this was the finisher. She leaned against the wall as her legs gave way to the powerful squirts of fluid that were covering her hand, her tail, her legs, and the floor. She screamed in orgasmic bliss as ecstasy crashed through her body like electricity. Here she was on her friend’s floor, covered in her own juices, as she enjoyed a group-wide orgasm. She laid against the wall for a few moments with a drunken smile on her extremely red face; she could feel their eyes on her. They had seen everything, including her finish, and then, she gulped. This was definitely real, which meant that she would never be able to show her face around here or them again. Even if by some stroke of luck they forgave her for the intrusion, she would never live down the embarrassment. It was too much for the shy mare; she slipped her dress on quickly and ran out the door, muttering incoherent apologies.

Rarity was leaning on Spike, planting the occasional small kiss on his lips before turning in time to see her friend rush out the door. Concern lacing her voice, “We have to go after her, Spike. You know how sensitive she is. I was just so lost in the moment.” She stood up causing him to slide out of her. Taking a shaky step forward, she almost collapsed onto the floor. Thankfully, Spike had jumped up and grabbed her just in time.

“I know, but you can’t go out like that. You're leaking all over the floor as it is, but I think I have the perfect solution.” Spike sat Rarity down in the chair before disappearing into her studio. He returned with something that made Rarity’s jaw drop. A beautiful, sleeveless, purple, V-neck, with fabric that went over her shoulders into a closed back, dress that came down to just above her feet, one side was open from the hip so that the leg and hip would be entirely visible. The fabric was smooth, no fluff or ruffles in the design, and amethysts were embedded along the open leg and neck line. The whole dress matched her mane and tail. “How did you-when-beautiful! Most of those gems aren’t even from my collection. The fabric isn’t any of mine either. I’m so confused, happy and grateful, but confused. When did you get so good with a sewing machine? And this design, it’s so… unlike my normal ones.”

Spike wore his smile and blush with pride as Rarity praised his work. “In order, the gems are from my personal collection. The fabric is from my trip with Twilight to Hoof Kong. I saw all sorts of beautiful and foreign clothes, and I couldn’t stop thinking of you. I drew up a bunch of designs until I came up with this one, a combination of your style and theirs. The same night I finished the design, I went and bought the material. And of course the sewing is from helping you around here so much.”

“So you just decided to make me a dress?”

“Well, I wanted to impress you, and I made reservations for the two of us at Sur la Rivière.”

“What?! How? Just to get a table you have to book a month or two ahead of time.”

“Twilight has been planning her trip to Canterlot for some time now, and when she asked you to watch over me… Let’s just say I made the reservation that night."

“You’ve been planning this for over a month? Even before all of this, you were going to ask me out?” The same warm feeling that resonated in her chest when he had given her the Fire Ruby around her neck and when they had finally admitted that they loved one another burned brighter. Somehow she had gained the love and admiration of the most generous and thoughtful being she had ever known.

The floor suddenly seemed very interesting to Spike. “I was going to claim it was my way of thanking you for opening your home to me this weekend. Not quite as direct as asking you out, but yeah, pretty much.”

Using her hand she lifted his chin up and gave him a kiss. Using her magic she took ahold of the dress. “I guess we can call this our first official date then.”

Spike brightened up before realizing that they were going to be on a very tight time schedule. “Yep, just let me slip into the tuxedo I brought, our reservations are at seven, so we should have time to walk to Fluttershy’s and get this all sorted out. Worst case scenario, we have to rebook.”

He hurried back into the studio as Rarity stood up and slipped out of her maid outfit. She lifted the dress over her head and brought it down over her bare body. It wrapped snugly around her breasts and let a decent, but not extreme, part of her cleavage visible along the neck line. Her hip and leg were completely exposed on the one side. It was probably a good thing she was going without underwear, she mused, as finding a pair that would not be visible along the openings would have taken some time. Thankfully, she had the perfect shoes to go with the ensemble. A pair of red heels floated down the stairs from her closet. The final piece of resistance was the Fire Ruby pendant that she placed back around her neck. She looked into one of the full body mirrors she kept around her shop. Her tail seemed to wag happily like a dog's from the small tail hole in the back of the dress. It was gorgeous, even better looking than before now that she had it on.

“Wow. You look even better than I imagined, and I didn’t think that was possible.” Spike stood behind her in the mirror. His tuxedo being of her own design, she had forgone the classic white undershirt for a light green one. She kept the classic black for the jacket and trousers but had added emerald green embroidery that looked like smoke going up the notched lapel. The jacket was a single-breasted style with onyx buttons, the same as on the cuffs, and Spike wore it in a way that it looked almost messy, his hands in both side pockets causing the jacket to be open at the bottom as well as the top, a single button holding it closed. The final touch was a red bowtie inlaid with many different kinds of jewels that Rarity had made for him years ago. His wings hung out the back, giving him an almost haunting appearance.

Rarity looked at the almost surreal portrait Spike created. “You look pretty sharp yourself there, Master. I can’t believe you still have that bowtie.”

“It was a gift from you. I treasure it along with the sapphire, the scarf, and this suit.” He stole a glance at himself in the mirror. “Looking good, Spike, looking really good.” He gave the bowtie a second glance. "Besides, bowties are cool."

Rarity shook her head and grabbed his arm, dragging him towards the door. “Quit being such a goofball, Master, and you always look good, anyways.”

He wanted to comment, say something smooth, but he was at a loss for words. She had his arm securely held between her breasts as she leaned into him. The door opened and she started leading them out. “W-w-wait, Rarity, are you sure you want to walk through town like this?”

She looked at him, clearly confused. “Like what, Master?”

“Like a… ah, couple?” he offered.

She clung even closer to him and rolled her eyes. “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I want everyone to know that I finally realized the gentledrake I always needed was right in front of me this whole time?”

“And you aren’t worried that they might not be… accepting of me being a… um, dragon?”

“You have lived here for years, we’re heroes and the whole town knows it, and to top it off, you haven’t exactly been subtle about your feelings. I’m pretty sure most of them saw this coming for a while now, and even if they do have a problem, who cares? We have each other now, and that means more to me than what anyone thinks.” She leaned away and ran her hand down his face. It was obvious to her that his concern was for her and not him.

“I guess, no, I know you’re right. Let’s hurry to Fluttershy’s.” He walked through the door with her by his side, ready to take on the world.

Ponyville was mostly empty; a lot of ponies took the day off to spend with their families and friends. The few who were around reaffirmed Rarity’s belief. Snips and Snails had cheered at Spike. Rose, one of the local flower girls, offered Rarity a celebratory rose free of charge. Spike placed it in her hair for her. Some hardly even paid any attention to the two as if it were a daily occurrence, and realistically, the two of them walking around together was, even if it was not always this romantic. The last pony they saw before making it to Fluttershy’s was a blue Pegasus with a rainbow-colored mane wearing a sleek flight suit. She gave a quick catcall, and landed in front of them.

“Well, it’s about time. Finally worked up the nerve, huh, Spike?”

Spike laughed awkwardly. “More like, she brought it out of me.”

Moving closer to him, she stuck her tongue out at their guest. “He started it. Anyways, Rainbow Dash, you’ll have to excuse us. We have a date, and we need to talk to Fluttershy privately beforehand.”

Rainbow Dash shrugged it off; romance was not really her thing. “Alright then, I’ll catch you guys later.” She headed off into the sky, before turning around and shouting out, “Don’t get too frisky before you get home!”

They both screamed at their quickly retreating friend, “Dash!”

With no other distractions, they now stood at the threshold of their problem, Fluttershy’s door. Rarity gave it a light knock. When no one answered, Spike tried a little harder.

Having received no response still, Rarity tried a verbal solution, “Fluttershy, dear, we need to talk to you, please answer.”

From the other side of the wooden barrier the small, barely audible voice of Fluttershy came, “No one’s here, go away.”

Using her softest voice, she continued attempting to talk her friend out, “Darling, we aren’t mad at you, alright? You remember the whole Iron Will incident, yes? Hiding in your house won’t solve the problem; you need to confront it. Now come talk with Spike and me.”

After a few quiet seconds, the door creaked up just a bit, but not enough to see who was on the other side. “You aren’t mad? You don’t hate me and never want to see me again?”

This time Spike answered her, “Shy, we’re your friends; we… well, we’re the ones who should be apologizing to you. We were so caught up in the moment that we ended up dragging you into it.”

“But I was the one who walked in on you, and then I-I-I-”

Rarity positioned herself so that her face was visible from the crack. “Yes, you did, but we should have locked the door. And, I shouldn’t have teased you like that for a thrill. It’s important that you know what me and Spike were doing wasn’t some fling; we, well-”

“We love each other, Shy. This weekend finally brought it to light. In fact, we have a date tonight.”

The door swung open, and Fluttershy rushed forward hugging Rarity very tightly. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you, darling, but I… can’t… breathe.”

Fluttershy released Rarity, her face a deep crimson for multiple reasons. “Sorry. The dress is beautiful.”

“Isn’t it?” Rarity spun around showing off the whole design. “Spike made it for me; never knew he had it in him.”

The ground was very interesting to the Pegasus. “Still not wearing any underwear, huh?”

“One of Master’s orders.”

“M-M-M-Master?”

“Well, that’s kind of how this all started, long story.” She gently cupped her friend's face in her hands and made her look up. “Spike and I are willing to miss our reservation to sort this all out if you want. Our friendship with you is what’s most important.”

“It seems to me, maybe we’re all a little at fault, but we also all seemed to enjoy ourselves,” Spike offered.

It took her a moment, but Fluttershy smiled, her embarrassment clear on her face. “I guess that’s true. I’m sorry I walked in on you and stayed, and I accept your apology for teasing and coaxing me.” She started breaking into tears. “I’m just so happy you don’t hate me.”

“Never, darling.”

She strummed her fingers together, opening her mouth and then closing it before opening it again, “I would like to talk… further on the subject, if that’s alright with you two? It’s just I have a few questions.”

Spike shrugged, this was going much better than he had hoped. “Sure, Shy, not a problem.”

“Then how about at the boutique on Wednesday around seven at night?” Rarity suggested.

Putting his hand behind his head, Spike added, “I've got nothing to do.”

Fluttershy smiled sweetly. "Sounds perfect."

“Seems that settles it, darling,” Rarity clapped her hands together in relief, “the boutique on Wednesday.”

“So, where are you two going on your first date?”

Rarity partially jumped with joy. “Sur la Rivière!”

Fluttershy’s face lit up as she heard the news. “Really? I hear it’s beautiful, and the food is supposed to be amazing. When’s your reservation?”

“Seven,” Spike replied.

Fluttershy looked like she was ready to have a heart attack as she peeked inside to check her clock. “It’s six-thirty now, you two need to hurry. We’ll talk later, go, go!”

“Thanks for being so understanding, Shy.”

“Indeed, darling.”

She shooed them away with her hands. “And thank you two for being honest with me, now hurry up.”

They waved goodbye as they walked off.

“That went well, better than I expected really.”

“Fluttershy is rather understanding, but wait until Wednesday. We may be in over our heads.”

After a few minutes of pleasant conversation, they arrived at their destination, right on time. The outside of the restaurant looked to be made of marble, similar to the more regal buildings in Canterlot. Much like its name applied, Sur la Rivière was built next to a pristine, sparkling river.

Entering, Spike and Rarity took in the dreamlike interior. The restaurant was fairly small and decorated just like a ballroom. Chandeliers and wall-mounted lights created the perfect ambiance. The tables were lined against the walls, and the middle was left completely open. A stage sat in the front of a room with a live classical band playing, a gray mare with a dark mane and a treble cleft Cutie Mark playing cello. The reason for the open space in the middle was apparent by the few couples dancing to the music. In essence, every night there was a small ball, and it was beautiful.

Spike whistled. “Fancy.”

A stallion, who appeared to be in his early forties, stood behind a podium. He reminded Spike of the servants in the castle, especially with his handlebar mustache and combed-down mane. “Well, sir, we try our best. Do you have a reservation?”

“It’s under, 'Spike'.”

Without even looking down to the reservation list, he grabbed two menus. “I suspected as much, not many dragon guests, as you can imagine. If you two would be so kind as to follow me.” He led them to a small table near the stage, already set up for them.

“Looks good, thanks dude.”

“Yes, well, should you need me simply gesture like so.” He raised his hand and used two fingers to beckon. “I shall leave you two to make your drink selection and allow the lady a moment to choose her meal.”

Spike leaned back in the chair throwing one arm over it. “Sounds good, man.”

“Quite, sire.” With that he walked away, rolling his eyes when his back was turned.

As soon as he was certain that his waiter was out of ear shot, Spike looked at Rarity with the straightest face he could make, a clear impression of their host. “And what will the lady be having this evening?”

Rarity attempted to give the teasing dragon a bemused look, but the small giggles escaping her betraying lips were not helping. “Spike, where are your manners? That’s no way to act at such a fine establishment.”

“Perhaps, but I got you to laugh, and that means more to me.” A large, goofy grin complemented his point. “I guess I’ll try something else.” In a rather overplayed tone, “Nice weather we’re having, isn’t it?”

Part of her wanted to smack him over the head for his behavior, but the other part was too busy trying not to laugh and lose her ladylike composure thanks to his antics on the cliché. “You’re horrible, Master.”

“And you love it.” He added a wink for fun.

She laid her head on her hands and looked into his eyes. “You know it.”

“Seriously though, what would you like? I ordered my dinner ahead of time; only way they could make me a meal with gems.”

“This Farmer’s Market Salad sounds divine.”

Spike looked through his own menu to find it. “Made from the freshest ingredients purchased on the same day, masterfully mixed and seasoned by our finest chefs.” He returned his gaze to hers. “Sounds good, I bet you want the breadsticks with it.”

“Naturally.”

“Wonderful.” Spike beckoned the prim and proper waiter over.

“Sire?”

“Yes, we’re ready to order. I called mine in ahead of time, but my date,” his heart skipped a beat as the words left his mouth, “the lovely and talented Rarity, would like the Farmer’s Market Salad with some breadsticks. We’ll also be needing some wine to go with our meal; what do you recommend?”

“We have a wonderful selection, but I would recommend for you two, our finest, robust, red wine. It's full-bodied and very bold, but the alcohol content itself is rather low compared to your average robust wine. Most of our wines excel in taste, without being too… strong. We find that it allows our guests to relax just enough without impairing their ability to dance.”

“Excellent, we’ll have a bottle of that then, as long as you’re okay with it, Rarity.”

“Sounds wonderful.”

“Very well. Your orders will be out soon.”

Rarity looked at Spike with one eyebrow raised. “I didn’t know you drank. And ordering for me?”

“I don’t usually. It’s more of a celebratory thing when I do, but it doesn’t really affect me like it does ponies. I’m much more resistant I guess, probably has something to do with the alcohol meeting the fire in my chest. The ordering for you was something I read in a book about how to act like a gentlestallion on a date. I didn’t find it all that useful, honestly, but I did like that part and a few other tidbits.”

“I see. Well, we’re lucky Equestria’s drinking age is twelve. I hear in Saddle Arabia it’s eighteen.”

“It is a nice touch, to the wonderful evening ahead of us.”

Rarity wore a smile like she had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, guilty but attempting innocence. “So I’ve been curious, not that I haven’t loved our weekend together, but why didn’t Twilight take you with her like she usually does? Hoof Kong was fine, but not Canterlot?”

As soon as Spike got over how cute Rarity’s gossip face was, he replied, “I’ll tell you, but it has to stay between us, okay?”

“Promise.”

“Well, I can’t say for certain, but I’m guessing that Celestia and Luna are planning to spend the night with her, if you catch my drift.”

Rarity was happy the wine had not arrived yet, because she would have just choked on it or spit it out. “You can’t be serious, the princesses?”

“Well, I know Celestia swings both ways; she’s been treating me less like a son and more like an up and coming stud, little things here and there. I’ve seen how she looks at Twilight, it isn’t teacherly love. Luna, well,” he paused, watching Rarity lean closer in anticipation, “I know she’s at least into mares. Twilight’s ass is like some kind of beacon, she can’t keep her eyes off of it. I’ve seen her throw a few lustful stares at stallions as well, though.”

“Still, that’s rather hard to swallow.”

“Maybe, but it makes sense. I don’t think Twilight wanted me around while they had their fun. Like you said, I go everywhere else with her. Plus, I saw her reading a book about spells that allow one temporary… additions, to their body.” The memory made Spike shiver a bit, something about it just seemed creepy.

“Scandalous- ah, here comes our wine.”

The waiter placed a bucket full of ice with a wine bottle sitting in it on the middle of the table. “Will you be needing anything else, at the moment?”

Rarity tilted her wine glass up, as did Spike, and reached for the bottle. “We’re good, sir.”

As the waiter walked away, Spike was trying not to laugh at Rarity fumbling with the cork. He momentarily wondered if his love would try using her teeth in the middle of the overly fancy restaurant. “Allow me.” He reached over and took the bottle gently, their hands touching momentarily. The sudden contact brought a light blush to his face and some personal beratement for still acting so childish. This was their first date; he needed it to go perfectly. He extended the claw on his thumb and pierced the cork with it. It popped off expertly, and he poured Rarity a glass, another tip from his book, before his own. Holding his glass up, he proposed a toast, “To us.”

“A little unoriginal, but, to us.” She tapped her glass against his before taking a sip. Spike was trying rather hard; it was very cute. He was quite the gentledrake, even if he did slip up here and there. It gave him a sort of… Canterlot style mixed with a Ponyville attitude, a perfect combo, in her opinion. Honestly, how had she let him slip past her all these years, so much wasted effort and lonely nights that could have been avoided.

“I’ll be right back.” Spike pushed his chair in and walked over to the stage, gaining the attention of the mare on the cello.

As soon as she finished her set, she walked over to him. “Spike, is that you?”

“Hard to recognize me with all this extra awesome, huh?”

She gave her old friend a quick and awkward hug from her kneeling position. “Finally got that mare you had your eye on to agree to a date, huh? Rarity was her name, right?”

Spike quickly brushed his hands down his lapel. “What can I say? I got charm for miles. And what about you, how’s Vinyl? Where is your rebel, punk’d out marefriend playing this week?”

“Yeah, let’s call it charm. Should have played her a song on that guitar of yours, mares love that. Anyways, Vinyl’s great. All of her gigs are in those Canterlot night clubs this week, and I’m performing here in Ponyville, talk about a role reversal. Don’t knock it till you try it, that tongue piercing and the things she can do with a subwoofer, drop that bass baby,” she sighed dreamily, a little drool attempting to escape her mouth.

Spike’s face was tinged a rather dark red. “As much fun as imagining you two going at it is, I actually came over to ask for a-”

“Slow song, well it’s nice to see some of your lessons actually stuck. You would have been a great musician had you stayed with it.”

“I prefer leaving my choices open.”

Rolling her eyes she stood back up and straightened her dress. “Cause library assistant is so much better than world renowned musician. Besides, you got a mare now, your choices just closed fast.”

“She’s worth it.”

She looked over the drake's shoulder, noticing a pair of azure eyes that kept trying not to stare at them. “Consider it done then. Now you better get back there before she wonders what you’re doing up here with me.”

“Thanks, Tavi.”

Octavia cringed at the nickname; it was something Spike and Vinyl found greatly amusing. “I will destroy you. Oh, and one last thing, Spike, I’m not sure how adventurous you two are, but Vinyl has a thing for the wild. I’m sure she’d love adding two more for a night.”

“You tempting seductress… we’ll see.”

Rarity watched as Spike returned to the table with an extra spring in his step. “So what was that all about?”

“I was asking Octavia- wait, you are jealous! That’s hilarious.”

“I am not!”

“Don’t pout. After all, you’re the most beautiful and generous being in this world. Plus, Octavia doesn’t play for the same team as you; although, occasionally she pinch hits.”

“I-I see.”

“She did make us a rather interesting offer for another night, though, but, for now, why don’t I show you what I was talking to her about?” He offered her his hand and she took it, gently being pulled out of her seat.

They reached the dance floor, and it felt as if all eyes were on them. In reality, they were. Such a strange couple, uniquely dressed, sharp and beautiful, and moving onto the ballroom floor just as a slow romantic song began playing was sure to draw more than a little attention. The few ponies that were dancing sat down to watch the spectacle as they reached their destination. The dragon bowed gently, and the unicorn curtsied, never letting their hands separate. He moved his hand beside her waist, but hesitated. She gently shook her head, grabbed his hand, and placed it firmly on her. The music held true as they twirled around; the rest of the world faded away around them as if the only thing that existed was them and the beat they moved to. Spike extended his arm, Rarity spun across it, turning at the end under his arm and returning to him. Her horn glowed subconsciously, and the lights dimmed throughout the restaurant. They continued like that, turns, spins, and holding each other close. Tonight, Spike was her Prince Charming, and Rarity was his princess.

Suddenly, the music increased in speed, from classic to something spicier. Spike shot Octavia a death glare, obviously revenge for his little nickname. However, his attention was drawn to the soft hand gliding down his face and onto his chest, before pushing him away playfully. He looked at Rarity; her smile said it all, it was on!

Spike masterfully undid the single button and threw his jacket onto his chair from halfway across the room. The need to fist pump was fought back, unnoticeably, well except for Rarity, who saw it in his eyes. Things quickly escalated from there. She moved in close, shaking her body millimeters from his chest. In response, he stepped forward; she moved back at the same time. Like wildfire their moves sped up to the rhythm. Rarity slid under his legs, his hands on her chest, before being pulled back out and lifted into the air. With their arms linked they walked forward together quickly, each step resonating as it hit the floor. From there, Rarity turned so that she was facing Spike with their hands still together, drew herself up and kissed him, her leg lifting just a bit. The song ended and the room broke into cheers and applause at the incredible show. Octavia could be seen smirking to herself, wing-mare extraordinaire.

They made their way back to the table panting, a little tired, and, in Rarity’s case, just the smallest bit of perspiration. She was feeling rather excited from the attention, all those ponies staring at her and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her dress. Had any of them seen her nipples poking against the fabric? It just made her hotter thinking about it. Her salad had arrived as had Spike’s… well the best way she could describe it was very crispy hay fries with little pieces of gemstones in them. He poured them another glass, and they ate in relative silence. It felt as if they had said everything they needed to on the dance floor and were simply content to gaze upon one another. Once their meals had been finished Spike gestured for the waiter.

“Will you be having any dessert this evening, sir, madam?”

“No thank you, we’ll have something at home. If you could just bring the check over that’d be great.”

“As you wish, sire.”

Spike took the check, and grabbed his wallet. He was thankful that Celestia had started paying him as a royal advisor, diplomat, or really whatever she needed at the time, because it would have taken him three months to pay for it on a library assistant’s salary.

“Why don’t you let me at least pay for mine, Master?”

“Rarity, I love you and your generosity, but I invited you out with me so it’s my bill.” He appreciated the gesture, respected Rarity’s independence, but that did not change his mind on the matter. Plus, he would not feel right sticking her with even part of the rather sizable check.

“I understand, but I really think you should let me. I am supposed to be serving you this weekend.”

Pulling out the bits and tip and hiding them in the bill first, he put his wallet away and reached for a last second addition to his pocket. He watched as Rarity bit down suddenly on her lip to stifle her moan. Pony hearing was not as sensitive as his own draconic, which allowed him to hear the small buzz coming from under his mare’s dress but left them completely clueless. “And as your Master, I said I was paying for it, understand?”

“O-O-Of course, Master.” She felt like such a dirty whore. In the middle of Ponyville’s fanciest restaurant with an active vibrator up her ass, sending waves of pleasure through her with each shake. It was humiliating, detestable, and she absolutely adored it. Spike was punishing her for her insolence in front of all of these ponies. She could feel the dampness working its way down her leg; it felt like it would only take moments for a puddle to form under her, alerting the whole establishment to her status as Spike’s personal plaything. How she loved it. Her entire face started turning red, an insatiable look in her eye, and it took every bit of control not to let her tongue loll out of her mouth and coat the table in her saliva.

Spike let himself enjoy the show for a few seconds before placing the check on the table and moving beside her to help her up. She wobbled slightly, clearly having a hard time standing straight, thanks to his little surprise. He walked out with her hanging onto his arm, and through the streets of Ponyville they paraded, the toy never being turned off. It was still a little strange, but Spike was enjoying her little shakes and barely audible moans as he led her back home. Still, it occurred to him that it was a little cold out, so he draped one of his wings around her to keep the cold at bay.

Even though most of the townspeople were inside at this hour, she received the occasional hello, compliment, and congratulations from the stragglers. Her ability to manage a coherent response amazed her; her mind was not even able to focus on thoughts, let alone sentences. She wondered if anyone would notice the wet trail she had left from Sur la Rivière to Carousel Boutique in the morning’s light. Without even realizing it, she was at her home, her thoughts still deterred from the amazing feeling coursing through her and her own shame. She managed to undo the lock on the door with her magic.

“I was thinking, there’s really no need for that emergency heartbreak ice cream anymore, now that we have each other. So for dessert I think I’ll have a few scoops over these delicious marshmallows I’ve been thinking about all day.” He nipped gently at her neck as he helped her out of the dress, her naked body and the smell of her arousal only fueling his lust. His clothes quickly followed suit. With one hand around her waist he ushered her into the kitchen.

With his help, she crawled onto the table, her flank facing up. “But, Master, I’m all sweaty.”

Returning from the freezer with a tub of ice cream, chocolate sauce, and a cherry, he walked in front of her. “I know; that’ll make it all the sweeter. I love everything about you, including how you taste.” He kissed her passionately, his tongue winding around hers. A future full of her was all he needed. He took the cherry and placed the stem in his mouth before dangling it in front of her. She would try to bite at it gently, and he would pull away just a bit, teasing her. Their eyes locked; he could see the pleading. He loved it. Lowering his head so that the cherry brushed against her lips, he allowed her to have the sweet, juicy treat. After all, he had his own sweet and juicy treat to get to.

Rarity watched as he moved behind her, taking the rest of his dessert with him. She waited eagerly in anticipation as she felt her legs spread. Even with how often Spike had seen it the last few days, she still felt incredibly embarrassed as he welcomed himself to a complete and un-obscured view of her. With her body the way it was, she could not even tell what he was doing, adding to the thrill. She awaited the cold touch of the ice cream against her fur; instead, she felt Spike’s unnaturally warm breath huffed against her backside and openings. It was so hot and mo-Cold! Without any warning, the drake had placed a scoop of the delicious frozen cream right into the valley between her cheeks. Two more joined it, one on each side, causing her to arch her back suddenly as the cold shot through her body from her flank. She could feel it melting against her warm fur, dripping slowly down her thighs and over her entrances. A sticky, runny, and much-less-cold substance was drizzled onto her, mixing with the ice cream. She remembered the chocolate sauce she had seen in Spike’s grasp. Part of her wondered if her love's dessert was matching the vibrations still stimulating her.

He ran his tongue over some of the seeping mixture of melted ice cream, chocolate sauce, sweat, and Rarity’s arousal, millimeters from her quivering lips. Watching her body spasm ever so slightly from the contact and his breath on her brought a smile to his face. “Delicious, but it feels incomplete.” He snapped his fingers together. “I know what it’s missing.” He walked over to the counter and grabbed something without letting her see. Realigning himself behind her, he used his fingers to expertly peel away the skin. “After all, why just have ice cream when you can have a,” he rammed half of it into her moistened lips, trying not to be too rough, “banana split.”

Rarity’s back arched from the sudden intrusion; she felt a small release as she came just a bit from the insertion. It felt so extremely different from Spike. For one, it was smooth, and stranger still, it was soft. So much so, that she could feel her body squeezing against, making it mushy. The surprise did not end there though; Spike proceeded to pour the syrup onto the yellow fruit where it flowed straight into her, adding extra stickiness to the already alien feeling. The whole thing was so strange, but, for some unfathomable reason, she found herself enjoying it. Her pleasure only intensified as she felt Spike start taking bites out of the ice cream, his draconic breath mixing warm and cold on her body. Then he would nip at the banana, pushing further into her as his fangs pressed against it. Occasionally, he would even lap at the chocolate syrup and melting ice cream, flicking his forked tongue right across the tight slightly teal puckered flesh that rested right above the banana. The ice cream slowly disappeared, as did the half of the banana that had been sticking out of her. She felt his mouth against her moist and incredibly sticky lips. He worked his tongue, digging out the fruit that attempted to hide from him within her. Each dart of his tongue combined with its rough scraping against her inner walls attempting to capture the fleeing banana mush that had mixed with her own juices. It was finally too much, she screamed his name out and welcomed the flood of euphoria that pushed the remaining pieces into his mouth along with her cum, that he greedily gulped down. Her entire body was cold, but at the same time it felt like it was on fire, a warm pleasant fire. She laid her head on the table and watched as the drool accumulated around her mouth. In a heartbeat he was in front of her, his lips meeting hers as she felt small, mushy pieces of banana enter her mouth with his tongue. The taste of the sweet fruit, the delicious chocolate sauce, Spike’s saliva, and her own orgasm swept across her taste buds, causing her to moan happily into his mouth.

He relinquished his control over her mouth, and he ran his hand down her back all the way to her flank, straight through the sticky mess he left all over her, as he moved back behind her. Thankful that Rarity’s taste in kitchen tables was so sturdy, he climbed on top of it. She was so beautiful, so kind and generous, so much more than he deserved. Her hands gripped the table’s edge in front of her, as his wrapped fully around her chest, a breast in each hand with the nipples between his fingers, giving her the first notice of him joining her. He leaned onto her, careful not to put too much weight on her back, and started kissing her neck. “I think it’s time I gave you your dessert, don’t you?”

Her lip quivered in anticipation; she could feel him unsheathed and pressing against her. “Please, Master. I want it soooooooo bad.” Granting her wish, he plunged deep into her, the addictive pleasure and pain combination overtaking her.

The mixture of his earlier dessert proved the perfect lubricant for the drake; both ends had slid in perfectly. He could feel the vibrator still working diligently against the tip of his upper head. Part of him was amazed at how long the battery life on the small device was; the rest of him was too busy enjoying it and her squeezing around him to care. The extra stickiness, especially from the banana, felt incredible with her own natural juices, ever tightening insides, and the warmth resonating from her body. He began moving, his grunts and growls mixing with her moans and sighs. There was just something about being so close to her, about being one with the mare he had loved so devotedly for so long, that was unbelievably special to him. They were accepting one another in entirety, mind and body. Completely bare, her under him, and him pushing further and further into her made the world and its opinions insignificant. Spike accepted that it did not sound very masculine, but, the fact remained, he felt safe with her. He had never admitted it out loud, but, even with everything he had been through and everyone who loved him, he felt like an outcast. But here, with her in his arms, none of that mattered. This was where he belonged, and he knew she felt the same. She melted into his hold, into him. He stole a quick kiss as he sped up his pace further.

She saw him try to retreat, and she captured his lips and started a much more fiery and passionate kiss. The world could end right now, and she would be fine with that. Having him standing over her and pulling her along felt right. She subjected herself to his dominance. Their love may have been far from textbook, but, here with him, it was perfect. She may have screwed up and failed to grasp her feelings for so many years, but that was over. She could feel every part of him pounding into her. The sweat poured from her body as lewd noises were created where their bodies slapped against one another. She had never dreamed of something so magical, but here plowing into her stood her perfect knight, her prince, her drake, her love. It was almost comical, her little filly’s dreaming of being a princess in a castle, when simply being with the one she loved made those dreams look insignificant. She arched gently as Spike sent one particularly powerful thrust into her. She felt her mind beginning to blank. She began seeking her release, pushing her hips up to his in perfect timing with his own movements. His hand began expertly teasing her nipples, the claws sinking in to cause a little pain without really hurting her. She couldn’t get enough of it. It wouldn’t be long now. “Master, fuck me, ravish me! Fill me so full of your cum that my insides are completely coated with it! Make it impossible for anyone to walk by me without smelling you! Let them know I’m yours! I can’t live without you, without it, anymore! My pussy, my asshole, my entire body, my heart, and my soul belong to you! Your own personal toy, sex slave, anything you want! I LOVE YOU!”

That was the last straw for the already-close Spike. He hilted himself one final time and sprayed into her relentlessly. He could feel her becoming event tighter as her own orgasm fused with his and shot out. It coated his thighs, her flank and legs, and pooled on the table. Each time he released into her brought a new wave of ecstasy as his legs weakened and he collapsed around her.

Her orgasm was the strongest she had ever experienced. She was not sure if it was because of the extra stimulation from Spike’s banana split, or because she had just told him that she would do anything he wanted her to. It may have come out thanks to her lust-addled brain, but she meant every word. He could order her to strip completely naked and fuck her in front of her Canterlot friends, the other girls, even… her family, and she would obey. Of course, she also knew Spike would never jeopardize her dreams and the affection of her other loved ones. That’s why she was willing to give him total control, because she knew he would never hurt her. These thoughts collided with the warm seed of his love. She let herself melt under his embrace as she rode the riptides of her release.

“I love you too, Rarity,” he whispered softly into her ear.

After a few minutes… or hours, neither could really say for sure, Spike got up and helped Rarity off the table. Supporting each other, they headed towards the stairs to Rarity’s room. However, before they reached them, Rarity spotted something pink near the door. She managed to slip out from under Spike’s arm and go to investigate. What she found both shocked her and brought a smile to her face. When she returned she showed her discovery to Spike, a pair of frilly pink panties. “It appears that I was not the only one who went through town today without any underwear on.” She lifted them up to the moonlight and ran her finger over where Fluttershy’s crotch would have met the fabric. “Still wet, even after all this time. She must have saturated them completely; I’d say permanently stained, in fact.” To Spike’s amazement, Rarity used both hands to spread the panties and pressed her muzzle into it, taking a big sniff. “Oh, she was very excited. The dear even smells sweet… I wonder how she tastes.” Without a second thought she ran her tongue across the darkest part of the fabric, a small, straight line. “Mmmh, excellent, very… sweet.” Spike’s heart skipped a few beats as he watched the spectacle. For her encore, she pressed them into Spike’s hand, proof of her conviction and promise. “For you, Master.”

Spike chuckled as he laid his arm back against her. “Four more and I’ll have a whole set. I could call it, Wet Panties of the Elements of Harmony.”

She gave him a playful little push for his quip, but, for some reason, that didn’t sound too bad. “We’ll see.”

They shared a quick kiss goodnight and ascended towards Rarity’s- their room.

Author's Notes:

Thanks Bennet for being my emergency proofreader.