Light flooded the room as Rarity and Spike entered laughing like children, spinning around in one another’s arms. The ponyquins that littered the floor room played spectator to the two lovers as their lips locked in a passionate embrace, looking like guests at a cocktail party dressed in their finest. With visions of each other flooding their every thought, attention to their surroundings was a detail that no longer seemed important. Spike's feet weren't in as much agreement as they stumbled over the display stage used to model the many satiny pinks, silky purples, shimmering blues, and dozens of other dress designs splayed out in all directions around them, each adorned with a sparkling reflection of light from the pattern of gems embedded within. He was sent sprawling backwards, pulling the object of his desires down over top of him. The drake was barely phased as he pressed her further into him, his arms wrapping around her waist all the more. She pushed him down roughly, excitedly, and broke the kiss with a flourish, her large, purple curls bouncing with the quick motion. Both of their cheeks were flushed as they caught their breaths, staring hungrily at each other. The flash of a gray feathered-wing and a blond mane moving away caught Spike’s attention, thanks to the open curtains.

His lip curled up into a mischievous grin. “Rarity, it’s Monday.”

Preparing to descend greedily over her dragon's neck, she was paused by the obvious and strange statement. “Um, yes, it is, Master. Why?"

“Well then, shouldn’t you go get the mail?”

It had come out so casually, but implied so much, making Rarity shiver. “At once, Master.”

She stood up on shaky feet and began heading nervously towards the door before being stopped by the drake with a hand on her shoulder. “And, Rarity, one more thing.”

Here he was ordering her to walk out into the busy streets of Ponyville in the middle of the day, and there was more still. Her heart raced in anticipation as her body became increasingly excited. What else could he possibly expect her to do?

Rarity shuddered as his breath ran against her fur as he whispered into her ear. “I want you to bend over and check to make sure you got it all real carefully.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw the growing blush on her face as she realized what he meant and the nervous swishing of her tail against his leg told him the same; he was quite pleased. He released her shoulder and made his way over towards the window for a better view of the show to come. “Oh, and if I don’t see exactly what I want, I’ll be very disappointed, and we wouldn’t want that.”

“O-of course not, Master.”

With her hand on the doorknob, Rarity took a moment to contemplate what she was about to do. In a very skimpy maid dress without any underwear, she was going to walk out into a crowded Ponyville. Then she was going to bend over to get her mail and flash Spike who was watching from the window. The entire concept was ludicrous… and a bit against the whole, 'not letting their sexual relationship get out', plan. However, as much as it terrified her, she could feel the moisture soaking her legs at the thrill and excitement. The other night in the empty streets had been so amazingly hot that she could not help but want this. She took a deep breath to steady her hands, still shaking with nervous excitement. Seeking out her normal air of dignity and ladylike mannerisms, she opened the door and stepped outside into the brightly shining day.

It was almost instantaneous, every pony in the streets had their eyes on her the second her hoof hit the walkway. Still, she refused to show even the slightest bit of fear or awkwardness that would cause one to question the normal revere placed upon her, aside from her quickly reddening face and very wet legs, thankfully hidden by the little that she called a skirt. Sensing the stares from all around her, Rarity had to focus her attention completely on the mailbox itself, never letting her eyes stray left or right, fearing her reaction to them looking would give her away. Her heart raced a mile a minute with each slow and graceful step. She wanted to make a mad dash for it, to run and grab the mail before fleeing back to her home before the ponies had a chance to see what their watching was doing to her body.

That would never do, however. Spike wanted a show, and she wanted to give him one. With the thought of his eyes at her back she felt herself growing more confident, and more forward by the time she at last reached the mailbox, her heart still racing as she grabbed the handle. She opened the door and spread her legs apart in a way that was completely unnecessary to getting the mail. Reaching inside, she grabbed a handful of envelopes, letting one letter slip and fall onto the ground. Rarity bent over far more than she had to to get it, knowing full well from the back that her flank would be spread wide open revealing everything to anyone who might catch a glance. Of course, the window was the only angle that would allow for such viewing pleasure, and Spike had the only seat in the house. That did not change the rush she received from her public display however, only proving to push her further into need. Anypony from the front would at least be able to get a decent view of her cleavage at this angle, and she caught a few stallions attempting to hide the fact they were staring. Suddenly, pleasure coursed through her body making her legs weak as the unmistakable vibrations radiated from her flank.

Spike had a feeling his smile could not be any more smug as he played with the controler set to high in his hand. He could see everything; her entire body seemed to shake for a moment as she soaked the fur on her legs even further. Ponyville had no idea what was happening in front of them, but he certainly did. The feeling of control was amazing, but the fact she was most likely biting her lip to stop a moan from escaping into the streets was even better. Watching her try to walk back to the door was priceless, and so very arousing, each step seemed to take everything in her as her legs appeared to refuse to work right. She was doing admirably in his admittedly insane task, and he was not heartless.

The thought of adding a railing to her walkway seemed very appealing to Rarity as she struggled to make her way to the door; never had the distance to her mailbox seemed so long. Each step brought a new wave of euphoria through her body, making her legs quake and her hips writhe. It was mind-numbing, and she was worried that she might bite down so hard to stifle herself that she would draw blood. She could feel the eyes on her, admiring and undoubtedly wondering about the scandalous outfit and the loss of her usual grace in her awkward steps. It occurred to her that some of the mares might have been fully aware of the situation, having taken part in similar experiences with adult toys. The thought that her secret might be known by some of the spectators only fueled her lust. When the door opened to Spike, wearing the most innocent smile on his face, she almost threw herself into his arms in relief; however, her current predicament would not allow such quick movement. She managed the last few steps into the boutique, both thankful and disappointed to be through the thrilling and embarrassing challenge her drake set for her.

Using his finger to lift her chin, Spike looked at the flushed and embarrassed face of his love. “So cute.” He kissed her lips, playfully nibbling the bottom one as he broke away. The whole thing had been a sudden flash of brilliance, but it was also pretty stupid to the whole, ‘keeping how far their relationship had gone from Twilight,’ plan… Looking at her now though, totally worth it.

“So what now, Master?” she asked with baited breath.

The dragon locked the front door, “Wouldn’t want Twilight walking in on us… think we’ve had enough of that for one weekend,” and led her back to the stage. “Now, how about you do a little modeling for me? You’ve always been far too stunning and beautiful to be on the sidelines watching those other models strutting down this stage in your masterpieces.”

Rarity could not help but kiss the drake for his kind words before using her magic to draw the curtains. She put her mouth next to his ear and in her most seductive voice whispered, “For you, Master, I would love to.”

Spike lowered the setting, noticing the apparent relief of the seamstress, as she sashayed her hip on the way to the back of the stage. Once she had disappeared the lights dimmed and a beautiful and intricate series of lights came on creating a unique ambiance and a focal point on the stage. His jaw dropped as the most beautiful mare in the universe strutted out in that sexy little outfit. Her white fur seemed to be accentuated by the lights, and those long legs were so wonderfully enthralling him with each step. After years of forcing his eyes away, it felt almost ... wrong to let his eyes be drawn to those gorgeous breasts, entranced by their every bounce up and down with every exaggerated sway of her hips. But now here she was inviting his stares, and as a gentledrake it would be terribly rude not to oblige an invitation from a lady.

This was certainly not Rarity’s first time on the stage, but the fact it was a very private show just for Spike filled her heart with the same giddy feeling as her first time. Normally, she would be focusing on displaying the best attributes of the outfit she was wearing; however, each movement was instead used to model her body, from the curve of her hips to the swell of her breasts. The attention was no longer on what she wore, but on her and she was reveling in the idea, seductively tantalizing her one-dragon audience. It was rather obvious where his eyes were, typical male, but she enjoyed the fawning. Teasing was probably the most sensual part of their newly-created sex lives for her, and she loved being both the teaser and the one being teased. It made her hot under the collar and wet under the skirt in a way she just could not explain. As she reached the end of the stage, she sought to utilize her favorite form of getting the two of them excited. With a flourish of her magic a duster flew into her hand, and she bent over pretending to dust an imaginary vase, giving the drake a full view of her dripping marehood, flank, and tailhole.

Spike was about to give a loud whistle to escalate the situation even further when a strange and yet terrifyingly familiar electrical current sizzled near him, tingling his spines. He shielded his eyes as a flash of light filled the room and one Twilight Sparkle walked out. Swallowing hard, Spike turned around to find Twilight’s eyes pointed directly at Rarity’s exposed rear. “Well, so much for that plan.”

There was a moment of complete silence, the calm before the storm, and Twilight was the first to break it, “I’m even better at this than I thought; nice ass, Rarity.”

A comedic image of him and Rarity dropping face-first onto the floor popped into Spike’s head. With a good shake he cleared his thoughts and attempted to pick up the pieces of his mind Twilight had just blown. When that did not work he fell back on what usually worked: sarcasm and questions. “I’ll say, but... you know- what?!”

“Like this is the first time you’ve caught me staring at a mare.”

Rarity finally came back to reality, where she promptly stood back up and covered herself.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you staring at Rarity.”

“Well, it’s not my fault you’re too busy staring to notice my staring is it?” Twilight put her hand on her chin. “Come to think of it, you never noticed when I was checking you out either.”

It was at this point Rarity did the one thing any reasonable lady would in this situation: flip out. “Why are you so relaxed about this!? And what do you mean you were checking me and Spike out!? And what was wrong with using the door like a normal pony!?”

Twilight’s face contorted into a rather smug and amused look, her eyebrow arched just a bit. “Because why would I take a train when I can teleport? And, more on your question, this is a business, people come in and out all the time. It’s not like I appeared in your bedroom or bathroom. As for the other two, Spike’s an adult… ish, dragon now,” she took a moment to eye him up, licking her lips, “and can make his own decisions, and can you blame me? You two are very, stimulating, especially with that maid outfit on.”

With her hand against her forehead, Rarity attempted to figure everything out. “So… we’re good then?”

“Of course.” Rarity let out a breath she did not know she had been holding upon hearing the answer. “I never really expected you two to get this far when I set all of this up. You two were practically snail-slow. Spike’s been serenading, serving, and treating you like a princess for years, and you, you show your appreciation here and there, a kiss on the cheek, and then you blush like a shy little girl but love the attention as he compliments you. Now, in one weekend with a little push from me, you’re both going so fast that Rainbow Dash would be impressed. Honestly, I was just hoping that evening the playing field a bit might give Spike the courage to ask you out on this date he’s been ‘secretly’ planning for months. Instead, I come back to you giving Spike a striptease. Am I good at this whole setting ponies- and dragons, up or what? I am so putting 'Matchmaking for Matchmakers' on the recommended reading shelf!'”

Spike and Rarity just stood there gawking at the brilliant and evil mastermind that was Twilight Sparkle, who sat there smiling smugly. Never had either felt so lost for words, but suddenly it all came rushing back.

The fashionista recovered first. “You set this up?”

“You’re welcome.”

He grinned at his oldest and closest friend. “I knew this whole thing was crazy; I’m just surprised I didn’t see it was Twilight Sparkle-crazy.”

In response, she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, lover-boy.” Twilight glanced around one last time. “Now, I think I’ve taken up enough of your time, since you two were obviously in the middle of something kinky.” Her horn began to glow. “Feel free to stay the night Spike, but I expect you back in the morning. After all, you know how bad Owlicious is about dusting. Now if you two don’t mind, I need some alone time. Have fun, sorry for interrupting!” In a magenta flash she was gone.

Switching his attention from the now empty space back to the stage and Rarity, Spike noticed his love still covering herself. “So… where were we?”

“Well, I was going to ask if you’d like me to polish your pole while slipping out of my costume, but now I’m slightly more distracted by the fact I think Twilight is planning to, um…”

“Masturbate to the thought of us doing it?”

“Not exactly subtle, but yes.”

A glint appeared in Spike’s eye. “That turns you on, doesn’t it?”

Rarity huffed. “Of course not!”

“Is that so? Then lift up your skirt.”

“What?”

The drake rubbed his chin, a new plan forming. With a small puff of fire an emerald flame caught the end of the feather duster in Rarity’s hand causing her to drop it as it was consumed. The ashes flew in a non-existent wind and rematerialized into the cleaning utensil right in front of Spike, who quickly snatched it from the air.

An angry, feminine stomp on the floor caught Spike’s attention. “Some warning would be nice, Master.”

A sheepish grin momentarily greeted Rarity, “Sorry,” before turning into a more devious one. He stepped up to the stage, slowly, deliberately, the feather duster backwards in his hand. “Now, come here.”

Rarity wanted to question why, but she was too excited to see how Spike would surprise her. Walking to the edge, she could not help but think how things had changed since Friday. Before, she had been the one initiating all these stimulating little games, but Spike had quickly started to assume command.

“Good girl,” Spike pushed the wooden handle under her skirt and slowly slid it up, revealing her moist marehood, “or maybe not. It seems you lied to me; getting caught and complemented by Twilight did turn you on, you bad, bad girl. Tell me, my naughty maid, do you know what bad girls get?”

She tried to stop her body from shaking in anticipation. “Bad girls have to be punished.”

“Glad you understand.” He traced the lines between her hips and thighs with the handle, making her bite back a moan. “Take it off and lay down on your back along the edge of the stage here.”

With hesitant, exaggerated movements she brought her hand to the cloth holding the maid outfit on her shoulder and slowly slid it down her arm. The further she went the more the dress revealed until her first fluffy, squeezable, white breast popped out with a hard teal nipple giving away just how excited she was. A profuse blush covered her face as she started the other side in the same method. With the straps no longer holding the dress to her form, a glow from her horn to undo the back ties, and one final push down with both hands to force the uniform past her voluptuously curved ass, she rid herself of the fabric and left herself entirely nude for her master’s viewing pleasure.

She had always kept her showroom at a cool temperature to prevent colors from fading and the fabric from wearing out even the tiniest bit. Normally, it was practically unnoticeable fully dressed and with fur, but now she could feel the cold on her newly bare body. It was like small sparks of electricity as her most sensitive parts were nipped at by the cold air, making her shiver. There was no doubt the stage would be even colder as she laid herself flat against it. Everything in her told her to jump up as the freezing wood touched her legs, posterior, and back, but the firm order from her love and master kept her from acting on it. After a few seconds her body started getting used to the temperature as Spike loomed over her with the feather duster still in his hand.

Looking down at his prize, the unicorn he loved, Spike could not help but feel a sense of pride and control. He had finally managed to give the mare of his dreams his heart and she in return gave him hers, along with the reins of their relationship. In doing so, she made it his responsibility to please both of them, though Rarity had supplied more than a few ways herself. This one though, was all him, and she was going to adore it.

Plucking one of the feathers from the duster, he showed it to her before running it carefully down her body, letting just the tip touch. Rarity let out a soft moan as the soft feather moved from her neck to caressing her breasts, flicking the hard, teal nipple along the way, making her shake in delight. It continued its path down her stomach and past her navel, causing her to bite down on her lips in an attempt to control herself. Without stopping, it moved playfully along her waist, letting another moan escape. As he reached her marehood he began sensually tracing it, making her even more vocal. She was impressed by his creativity and ingenuity, but, as amazing as this felt, she failed to see how this could be considered a punishment. Her question was short-lived when in one big moan her eyes rolled upwards causing her to miss when the feather duster in Spike’s other hand came up to her breast, right above the erect nipple. In an instant the delicate touch shifted to playful tickling.

Spike started his assault with the soft duster, watching as Rarity’s gasps for breath turned from pleasured moans to erotic laughter. He started with the duster, brushing it back and forth and twisting it teasingly around her sensitive breasts and nipples. Each hysterical laugh was so cute and adorable that it only prompted him to increase his efforts as her body squirmed all over, flailing more than a little. Using the feather, he started tickling her marehood and clit, occasionally moving to the thigh before coming back to them. The sight of her increased arousal glistening in the show light as it drenched her thighs was quickly turning him on even more. Using his tail to unfasten his pants he shimmied out of them, looking a little funny doing it, he managed to continue without pause.

It felt like she was losing her mind as the soft feathers tortured her body. She writhed on the floor in fits of laughter from the stimulation. Rarity considered the feather duster to be part of her ensemble, and, when it came to outfits, it always had to be the best. Simple put, perfection was in the details, and accessories were the details. Just as she was getting used to the feel of the high-grade feathers playing with her, the unmistakable touch of his forked tongue began attacking her arm, working its way to her unoccupied breast, increasing the rush tenfold. Once it reached its target it began mercilessly tasting, lapping, and licking, bringing about a whole new chorus of giggles. She could feel her form flush with a heat that contrasted sharply with the cold wood beneath her as the three simultaneous tickle attacks were made against her.

Wherever Spike had gotten the idea from, it was a stroke of genius. It was strangely sensual, completely dominate, yet at the same time held the warmth and softness she adored so much in her love. It was vastly arousing to be under the wrath of the maid’s tool; her own piece turned against her in an amazing maid-themed foreplay. As inexperienced as Spike was, his creativity and passion were extremely impressive, and Rarity loved creativity and passion in her dragon. “Ma-ma-ster-er-er!”

He answered calmly, bringing his tongue back up into his mouth, as if nothing of interest was going on, “Yes?”

She could hardly talk or think with how powerful the tickling and fits of laughter were. “If y-y-yo-u-u kee-p-p th-this up, I-I-I-I’m-m goi-ing to cum!”

“No.”

“What-t!?!”

He increased his efforts. “If you want to cum, then you’re going to have to beg me for it.”

Her mind reeled. She was so close. Spike had brought her to the edge with such odd yet magnificent pleasure, and now he was going to make her wait to finish? It was unfair! Cruel! And incredibly hot and sexy. “Bu-u-t-”

“And if you cum without my permission, I’ll just head on back to the library.”

Her face paled. If he left her unfulfilled after all of this, she would never be able to get herself under control. “Ple-lea-se let me cum!”

The pure need in her voice made his blood boil and his lips smile, but she was not getting off that easily. “I’m not convinced.”

At this point making her beg was enough to make her cum, and it took every ounce of willpower she had not to. Somehow suppressing the laugh she yelled her request in one breath, “Master, I am begging you, please let me cum! I won't last any longer! I’ll do anything, just let me cum!”

The extra rush of control amped Spike’s own desire up as he listened to the sweet sound of submission and carnal thirst. The way she fell back into her cute, little, horny laughing spree only making it that much better. He lowered his mouth to her ear and in hot breath whispered, “Cum for me.”

His order was complied with instantaneously as Rarity poured out onto the stage, soaking her thighs. Her entire body was strained with ecstasy as her release continued, even arching her back as she howled out in immense pleasure as it cascaded through her. Lying in a puddle of her own juices, Rarity found that she could hardly move. She tried to catch the breath that the laughter had constantly denied her, her chest heaving up and down with each large swallow of air.

The dragon was feeling pretty proud as he saw her lower body covered in her excitement all because of him, from plan to execution. The way her breasts kept rising up and falling down against her sweat-covered fur was equally stimulating. Everything about her exhausted body looked delicious, making him lick his lips at the meal laid out before him. Rarity was so distracted that she did not even see him circle around and climb up onto the stage.

Gently, he lifted her legs up and sat between them, leaving them resting, spread-open on his lap and earning a little yip from her. She appeared to be sobering up quickly now, and he would have none of that as he brought her knees to rest on his shoulders, putting her marehood right in front of his face and arching her back in such a way that her hips were off the ground. “I seem to remember us working hard to get you all nice and clean earlier,” he took a whiff. “I can even smell the shampoo still on you, but now you’ve gone and made a mess of yourself, especially these gorgeous, pristine thighs. What am I going to do with you?” Those beautiful, azure eyes looked at him, brimming with curiosity, filled with lust. “Tongue bath it is.” Without further warning, he began dragging his serpentine tongue up and down her thighs, getting every drop, sweet and salty, just how he liked it.

Her entire body shivered as her master began cleaning up her mess. He was slow but relentless as he worked his way along her quivering legs. Embarrassment coursed through her, turning her face crimson, as she was attended to. The amount of attention and care he was putting into it made her cherish the act far more than the sexual stimulation; of course, that was not to say it was not incredibly stimulating. She heard her voice escape in small whimpers as he continued to move his way up, eventually reaching her inner thigh. His forked tongue worked its way along the outside, teasingly slow, making her eager but unwilling to rush the drake’s loving caress.

“This naughty body, it just refuses to stay clean. The more I lick up, the more mess it seems to make. Maybe if I-” his tongue shot out, licking from bottom to clit of the outer walls of her marehood in one stroke, “clean up the source.” The cute, almost-shy look on her face was all the motivation he ever needed to begin lapping at the glistening folds of his mare. Although his ridiculously long tongue would allow him any amount of space he wished, he pushed his face right against her. The musky scent of her desire filled his nose, threatening to send him into a frenzy only to be stopped by his own intent to bring his love to the peak before finishing her off in a flourish.

As Spike began to probe her further with his tongue she could feel him licking at the inner folds causing her entire body to spasm slightly as he nuzzled roughly against her clit. The hot breath of her draconian lover on her sensitive marehood only seemed to add to the soft, caring nature of the lovemaking. She felt guilty that she had been the only one to receive any pleasure but was unable to do anything for the gentledrake in her current position as it was too hard to concentrate on her magic; instead, she settled for grasping at her buxom bust and playing with her hard nipples, hoping to put on a good show for her master as he looked down at her. Then it hit her, using her tail, she teased the scales where Spike’s erections were hid, much like the feather he had used on her. The effect was immediate on both of them as she moaned loudly in increasingly high-pitched pleasure and he pushed further into her while giving her a playfully predatory gaze that sent tingles down her spine.

Deciding it was time to really get things going, Spike began moving his tongue in rapid motions: up and down, side to side, in circles, all while moving closer and closer to the spot that he had discovered brought Rarity the most pleasure. As he pressed his tongue firmly against it, his nose mashed against her clit, the combination causing her to tighten her legs around his head and practically force him down deeper into her.

Rarity’s body tried to arch further but failed thanks to how she was wrapped around Spike. Her drake had gone from delicately sampling to full out feasting on her, and no amount of restraint now was going to stop the impending orgasm. As it rocked her body and wrapped it in bliss, she began squirting out all over her thighs and the dragon’s face, creating an even bigger mess than when they had started. The sound of dripping met the unicorn’s ears as her juices fell from her body and Spike’s face onto his scaled lap.

Enjoying the fucked-silly look on Rarity’s face, Spike licked his lips and carefully set her back down. Bringing his beautiful fashionista such amazing pleasure brought a greater warmth to his chest than any his fire would ever be able to compete with. To know that he could do such a thing for the mare he loved; it was a feeling he would not trade for anything. Still, as perfect as it was, his own needs were calling out to be taken care of already. He moved off the stage and to her side once again, stripping out of his now-soaked shirt. “I think we should continue this upstairs. The bed has way better positioning and is way more comfortable.”

“I-I don’t think I can move. My legs feel like jelly.”

Taking charge, he grabbed her under the knees and around the back, cradling her in his arms as he headed for the stairs, but not before slipping his tail into his pants on the floor behind them, grabbing something from the pocket. She lifted an arm around his neck and lifted her upper body up slightly as she gazed contentedly into her knight’s eyes.

“Such a lazy maid, and you even made a bigger mess than before.” He shook his head in mock disappointment.

“Hey! It’s not my fault you’re so good at this. That tongue is its own kind of magic.” Her face pressed into his chest as she purred softly.

As he reached her room, he opened the door with his tail and unceremoniously flopped Rarity down on the bed.

“Woah! Master!”

He tried to keep a serious face but failed miserably as he burst into laughter. “Sorry, Rarity, but it seemed too funny not to do.”

“So childish,” she rolled her eyes playfully, “but I do love that about you.”

Clearing his throat and getting back into character, “Yes, well, I have something I need my maid’s help taking care of.” He roused his erections from their hiding spot between his scales. “These need to be properly polished before I put them where they belong.”

“Of course, Master.” Rarity squirmed around the bed so that her head was in front of him before lying on her back. From this position she could look up at her Master’s face and his twin dragons as she prepared him for her body, all while giving Spike a wonderful view of his servant’s breasts and marehood, when he was not staring at the naughty expressions on her face as she serviced him. She loved the openness of the whole pose, nothing to hide.

Looking down at the bountiful mountains only increased the sensation he felt as Rarity’s broad, warm, and wet tongue worked his draconic virilities. His legs felt weak and the spines on his back shuddered at the mare’s oral ability. Somehow, he managed to keep calm and an in-control demeanor as she licked her way to the tips teasingly. A gasp nearly escaped his lips as she took them into her mouth, toying ever so slightly with the edge of her tongue. Watching her cheek puff out as he pressed against the side was strangely cute and arousing.

Weird as it may have been, Spike could not help but see this as a sign of how much she truly loved him. Sure, Spike never really considered himself dirty, except after gem hunts and taking out Rarity’s trash, but for Rarity, his queen of cleanliness, to put those in her mouth truly felt like a feat to the drake. He could feel his pre-cum spilling out against her cheek, coating it and making it easier for her to slide more of him in to taste. Every action she took attacked his nerves as she sucked and used her tongue to fiddle around him; it was amazing.

Gulping down beads of pre-cum, Rarity merrily hummed against the dragon’s shafts. She almost hated to admit it to herself, but she liked the salty, earthy taste her love’s body gave to her. It was just so intoxicating, but as far into degradation as she had willingly thrown herself into this weekend, the proper, ladylike part of her mind still held true in her subconscious. It made sense, she was a lady and she expected to be treated like one normally, but there was not a lot of normal to this weekend. As she stared into those emerald eyes, she hoped between them this would be the new normal in their future.

“R-Rarity, you’re doing a great job, really, but I’d rather not waste a shot.” He tried to wink and show off his cleverness, but it was more than a little awkward and he could swear she was chuckling into him.

Getting herself under control impressively fast, she removed herself from the dragon, and turned on her most seductive gaze and voice. “And what would you like to do with your shot, Master?”

Taking an easy chance at revenge, he replied, “I was thinking I’d make a cream-filled marshmallow.”

“Mmm, sounds delicious.” She sat up and crawled towards the headboard, resting her back against it. “I did an excellent job getting you ready, if I do say so myself, so why don’t you do just that, Master.” Her legs spread showing off her assets perfectly for the drake’s eyes.

“Oh, just remember, you asked for it.” Without a second thought he pounced onto the bed, using his wings to slow himself ever so slightly, as not to break it.

They were nose to nose, their breath, warm and inviting, coating the other’s face when Spike sprang forward passionately, bestially capturing his prey’s lips against his own as his tongue passed between them and started dominating her mouth. She was all his, after years of loving her so much it almost hurt, she. Was. His! In one fluid movement he broke apart and began nibbling a trail down her neck, making her swoon. As he reached her shoulder, he ran his tongue all the way back up through her fur, making sure to hit every spot where his teasing teeth had increased the sensitivity. She was like putty in his claws. He grasped her shoulders and dove in for another equally steamy kiss, while at the same time rocketing his hips forward, sinking nearly his entire lengths in at once, claiming his mare as she gasped against his tongue.

Rarity could feel her back moving down the wooden board as her body angled itself up instinctively to allow the drake more access to her depths. The sudden insertion had been a mix of pain and pleasure as she felt nearly bursting levels of fullness; she was thankful that both of them had been properly lubricated, for fear he might have ripped her in half being so rough. It had been far worse for her ass, but she knew that her mind had reeled from both forms of penetration and sex… Her eyes rolled up into her skull as she tried not to focus on the invading member in her rear, and she had to fight the embarrassing urge to admit she might actually have a preference for it, a fight she was losing. Even with their lips interlocked, she could feel her drool slip out from between them and down her cheek. Spike was truly, passionately dominating her; the presence of the gentledrake she loved looming over her was all she wanted, all she needed in that moment as her body was wracked with pleasure.

As Spike pushed all the way in and began thrusting faster and faster, she could feel his hips pounding away against her curvy ass. The slaps were different from being spanked, but she still found a unique pleasure from having her flank pounded by the strong, well-muscled testament to draconian sexual prowess above her. The ferocity he displayed was both far different yet oddly familiar to the care and tenderness he had displayed back in the showroom. It was deliciously less soft but she still felt as if she was the center of the dragon’s universe, as if everything he did was to bring the two of them more and more pleasure. It made her heart beat faster and her pulse race as she felt the love the drake had for her with every collision against her sore, red, jiggling rump.

While every part of Spike was enjoying his frantic lovemaking, he was still fighting a battle in his head and heart. He knew that he had acted largely on instinct this time, his kin’s possessive nature taking control. It was part of who he was, what he was, and he loved being a dragon: from eating gems to having claws. Instead of trying to give that up, maybe he needed to embrace it to ever truly, fully love. Finding the balance between his fiercer, dominating instincts and the caring, helpful nurturing he had been raised with. A grunt escaped their lips, he wasn’t sure if it was his or hers as he thrust against the sweaty, white fur of the fashionista. He looked into her eyes, those beautiful, deep pools of passion that outshined the brightest of gems, and knew that for her, he would try anything, if only to be the mate she deserved.

It resonated through them, not just where their lips lewdly smashed together but everywhere their bodies met, from Rarity’s breasts grinding against his chest to their hips, the feeling of each other’s impending orgasm. Her marehood and tailhole were squeezing him tighter and tighter as his virilities were twitching and getting bigger inside of her. Their bodies seemed to be in sync as her legs wrapped around his waist, making it impossible to thrust as far out as he had been; instead, he switched to quick, smaller motions that constantly pressed his tip against her womb as his other head pressed the plastic vibrator further into her, making both of them shudder.

As he reached what was surely the end of their residence against their imminent release, one of his hands fell from her shoulder and grasped the purple tail beneath while the spade of his tail moved towards the remote it had taken from his pants earlier. At once, he pushed the high button on the vibrator causing the device to spring alive inside of her and against his lower tip and yanked his beloved’s tail forcefully, though being careful not to pull any hairs out, making her entire body tense up around him. The two of them screamed into each other’s mouths as the drake’s seed poured into the mare coating her insides and the toy in white. Spike’s release was made even stronger by the grip her body had on him, causing him to shoot even more into her than any time before. Wave after wave of pent-up excitement rocketed through his body and out into hers. His mind fell into bliss alongside hers as he fell over, dragging her on top of him.

The simultaneous sensations of Spike in both ends, the sudden, powerful vibrations coming from the toy she had completely forgot about in her lust, and the unexpected, sharp pain that made her feel like a dirty mare in an exciting and hot way from her tail being pulled was enough to send her into a hoof-arching, nerve-tingling orgasm. The sudden inclusion of the dragon’s sperm into her body only increased the sensation as she felt her body try to milk the impressive, twin spires. Through the rippling waves of bliss she could feel their cum mixing and blasting its way out of her. The sticky concoction coated her thighs and his before slowing down to a trickle and leaking out her well-used marehood and posterior, creating a bridge between them before continuing down its path to her tail and flank. She was one with her drake in these moments, and she cherished them unlike any other. Graciously she had offered her body and he had greedily accepted, as if the two were made for each other, ironically.

The vibrator shut off, relinquishing the last of the pressure. Rarity lay against Spike’s chest in post-orgasmic happiness, enjoying the muscled underbelly of the drake as he played with a loose strand of her hair. “Wow. That was just, magnificent. So good in fact, that I’m not even going to threaten you about messing up my mane.” Her finger traced along his chest as she teased.

A laugh coursed through his body, shaking Rarity a little. “Bad news, Rarity, your hair is messed up beyond anything my finger can do.”

“Your finger can do plenty, trust me,” she purred.

“If you’re going to be the funny, sarcastic one from now on, then I’m going to have to be the fashion-obsessed beauty, and I just don’t see that working out nearly as well.” Looking down at the beauty pressed up against him, he let out a sigh, knowing what had to be done. “We… we have to talk.”

“Going to tell me what’s been worrying you?”

“No- How did you know?”

“Darling, you may lie laps around Applejack, but I have always been good at reading you. What’s wrong, Spikey?”

“This weekend has been amazing, but as things… progressed, well, I started feeling something new. A part of me that I didn’t even realize I had. I’m pretty awesome, but I just didn’t have the nerve to really take advantage of the situation. You wanted to be dominated, I saw that, but I was worried, as you know. Somehow, I managed to start doing just that, but I didn’t really understand my actions…” He slid his hand down her back, relaxing himself with the soft touch of her fur and doing the same for her with his skillful petting.

“The further we got, the more it was me though. I started actively controlling it, it stopped feeling like an observer to some other smoother me, instead it blended into me. Just when I thought I had it figured out, I started feeling more lustful and greedy. I tried to fight it, mostly using images of us and the feelings I had for you to hold it off, but it remained at the edge of my mind. When we started this time though… Once again, I felt it bubble up, making me fiercer and more passionate. You were mine, and I needed to show you just how much I wanted you.” Rarity had been rather quiet, but her breathing was calm and natural much to his surprise. “As strong as it was, I still cared more for you and your happiness than mine, but I’m a dragon, Rarity, I’ll always be a dragon, I love being a dragon, and I have to find a medium between my draconic instincts and who I am. The truth is, both are who I am. You deserve to know everything, and I’m so sick of hiding my nightmares and my fears and my wants from everyone I love.”

Her hand fell flat against his chest. In an instant, she pulled herself up and locked lips with him, not a passionate kiss but a quick, loving peck. “Spike, I wouldn’t change a thing about you. I told you before that you can come to me with any problem, and I meant it. Covet me like your greatest treasure, but give me room to shine, that’s all I can ask. I love you, my big, strong dragon. I want to share in your nightmares as much as your dreams. So never,” she pressed her finger into his chest,” ever,” another poke for emphasis, “think you have to hide anything from me. We’ll work through it together.”

“Celestia, have mercy, my firecracker of a mare is just too amazing. You know, that goes both ways right?”

“Like you could stop me from complaining.”

“Beats the whining.”

“Oh, hush, you.”

Spike inhaled, filling his chest with air, before blowing a puff of smoke in a perfect heart above them.

“That was very romantic, Spike.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Glad you thought so… Is it too early to go to sleep?”

She shook her head at the silly drake she loved. “It’s only about five; we haven’t even had dinner yet, Master.”

“Do I have to get dressed?”

Getting up and stretching out, she gave the drake a heart melting gaze. “I’ll make you a deal, if you get to stay naked, then so do I.”

“Sounds like a win-win to me.” Instantly, the dragon sprang up. “You have the most durable bed ever.”

Rarity put a finger to her lip. “One should never sacrifice comfort or quality, and I was thinking, maybe it could be our bed.”

Sharp, pointed white teeth in an unmistakable smirk was her response. “Moving a little fast, aren’t we?”

She wrapped her arms around one of his and pressed inwards as they headed down the steps. “Just making up for lost time.”