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The Fetish	By : unicornlord Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 13897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I actually had this HUGE 10 page chapter where she actually did fuck spike, but I realized it didn't go well with the story. It's not about sex, as I pointed out. So I cut out the majority of it and saved it to a separate file.
I might use it later, for a different story, but for now, it's just material.

Rarity had to admit, she was a tad jealous of Twilight. While she had "help" on occasion from Sweetie Belle, Spike was far and away a better gofer. He has started like Sweetie; two or three small accidents and stumbling, burying him on a mountain of cloths and silks, but he quickly learned to treat the rolls as Twilight's books, and his organizational skills had come in handy for clean up.
Rarity would have never thought to organize them by tone. She hardly thought to organize them at all. She had known his ability to be a workhorse in a sense, and she's again had him valet while she enjoyed a bit of shopping for new materials. The next day, again, with mining.
She actually felt a twinge of guilt as he finally toppled onto her bed, exhausted, and his eyes shut as her reveled in her pillowly soft duvet. His bed was right next to hers, of near the foot of her bed, but as long as he kept from drooling, she was fine to have him curled into a a little ball adorably in his little standard hood, shirt, and shorts.
He really was going to be a whale of a catch, like Big Mac or Derpy's husband, Dr. Whooves, when he grew up. Anypony would be lucky to have him as their special somepony- er... dragonkin. She glanced over to watch him roll over, his cute tail swaying to and fro as pulled a little bit of her covers over. She giggled; he was just so adorable at times. "Twilight is really lucky to have him."
She sliding down gracefully, propping herself up on the back of her arms, her own legs suddenly jello. Had they really been out there that long? It had been a bit of a whirlwind, so it didn't come as any surprise as the sky and redden and dimmed, giving a rose hue to the room without her knowledge. "I suppose I may have pushed him a bit hard. Perhaps tomorrow I'll let him..."
Her breath hitched suddenly. She hadn't meant it, but thoughts of Twilight's little affair had crept into her head. She grimaced, and blushed as she turned away from Spike. She'd meant to say give him the day off, to play with Sweetie Bell and the girls or something, nothing more, she scolded herself.
She fell off to one side, taking off the self made white gold bracelets, encrusted with a thin line of smaller diamonds. A prototype item, really, something she was hoping to place in a display and judge the marketability of the them.
But then, of course, Spike had to go and say something.
What was it?
"They're really pretty, Rarity, they really go with the color of your fur. I don't think they'll look better on anybody else." Oh, damn him, these mere going to be her next big ticket item and he had to go and make them personal items by liking them. She held them up, eyeing them against her hand.
"Hmm..." She supposed four hundred and fifty bits in gold and diamond was a small price to pay. If Spike liked them, there was nothing else to do but kept them. She placed them on the dresser, and rolled over, eyeing Spike.
He really was prefect, in a lot of ways. She'd had a few coltfriends in her life, but nobody really made her feel as special as Spike's special brand of admiration; quite a few of them saw her as a trophy to cart around, to show off and be done with. Those usually ended in disaster.
She'd had one or two who worshiped her, but they were too afraid of losing her to keep her. She loved being the center of their worlds, but Spike never shied away from holding her hand, to hug her and hold her close, or even ask for a kiss or two (and to his credit, he usually earned them).
"He's certainly earned..." She couldn't finish again.
She'd never actually tried to be a part of fetish play before, let alone one so... unique. Granted, Spike and Twilight we're asking to tie them up and beat them with a whip (and in such gaudy and tacky outfits, as well!), and it certainly wasn't the more... well, disgusting ones she'd managed to catch wind of and cringe at.
Still, it was a major decision to make. She still had many reservations. Worries.
After all... She was still virgin. It had been a bit of shameful secret for the most part: the most desired, most beautiful, confident mare in all of Ponyville... had never been with intimate with a stallion.
Sure, many had tried to bed her, and a few had managed to sway her for a bit, but she'd never quite felt comfortable, and on more then one occasion, had to remind men that no meant no. Still, it didn't help that Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie had both let relayed to her they were more experienced in the mature act. Even worse, when Fluttershy hadn't be able to tell her she was in the same boat. Although, she had a theory as to why, and it involved a certain technicolor mare's preferences, or lack of. Maybe.
So the thought of suddenly being more intimate with the Dragonkin grabbed her breath at every turn. She really wish she'd had the guts to tell Twilight about this. Maybe she wouldn't have pressed Spike into her care. Allowed herself to open up a bit more. Perhaps find a Colt. Or mare. Maybe both. She didn't really know what kept her fancy.
"Maybe a dragonkin." She spat bluntly to herself with a yawn. She had planned on working on her next major addition to her fall line, but all the inspiration seemed to leave her, opting instead to wrap itself around the dragon and pull him closer, till his neck was nestled against her chest.
She woke up the next day with an odd tug at her chest, a rhythmic pull at the middle of blouse, lazy and wet. She wondered if it was opalescence pawing at her, hungry for food. Perhaps gummy had broken into her house again, and she was in for another scream.
She creaked her eyes open, shuttering against the morning sun. She brought her hand up to her face, rubbing the grim out, and scolded herself for sleeping with her good clothing still on when she had perfectly good nighties.
Turned her eyes to pulling, and held back a shriek. Spike's lips had curled around the certain button, suckling away earnestly as clutched onto the waist of her dress like a newborn. He grunted and groaned as nothing came out from his efforts, and dived into clothing, trying harder to get his favorite snack.
She didn't know what to do. She could hit him, wake him, scold him for actions... but that was uncalled for, really, and it was unfair to punish him for acting in his sleep. Plus, it wasn't exactly horrible to see spike in such a state. He was pretty cute in his sleep.
And... well... she did have her little wager to deal with, and she hadn't found a time or place to do so. She did feel herself getting rather heavy up top, but that had been for a few days now.
The dull ache she had now, however, told her she was nearing the end of her limit, and she would either need a machine... or use a certain young admirer. There really was no choice: as if she'd be caught dead trying to use a machine.
And he'd certainly earned it, she argued. She couldn't deny he'd kept his half of their deal; he hadn't bugged her or demanded it, though she'd felt his eyes staring at her... hungry. She didn't know whether or not to call it perverse... or well... she didn't know.
She shook her head in resignation, then, as she looked him over.
"Well... I suppose... there's no putting it off anymore..." She rallied herself, realizing there was no way out. "While he's still asleep... I'll... I'll..."
She sucked in a breath. Did her best to pry him from her blouse, causing him to stir and quiver in anger as he lost his pacifier. It was really cute, she noted again, letting the dim warmth of his childish antics settle in before being washed over with the cold shock of rattling nerves.
She propped a button loose. Looked down. Would her fur be ruined? Did it require a shower all the time? She realized they might make a mess, she slide off the bed, careful not to wake him, and made her way to bathroom, grabbing the box of baby wipes and returning, placing it down on the stand littered with her photos.
Turned around, and looked down, popping another button off. "I... I'm really doing this." She said to herself quietly. Spike fumbled around, and curled into a little ball, still bemoaning his failing efforts.
Twilight really spoiled him good, didn't she? She could see the lace designs of her bra out in the open. She reached down, and popped the remaining two button loose, letting her exquisite figure out. Some of the pressure seem to ebb, but still felt like she was being groped a little too roughly.
Her nipples were excited, standing to point at the mere thought of finally being relieved of the pressure brewing behind them. She cupped herself, and shivered; she was slightly sensitive in such a state, it seemed. She wondered if the other girls had the slight chill course down her, pins hitting her fingertips.
Or was she just excited at the prospect of her deeds? She stuttered over, her body swaying slightly and slowly with her steps, and she quietly fell back onto the bed. Her breasts jiggled and as she eyed spike, she ran her fingers over her, perhaps hoping to erase her nerves with slight arousal.
She looked over, stroking spikes cheek, which seemed to soothe him, and he unfurled a little, almost ready to purr. She looked back down to her bosom, and then back to young drake.
Sicko.
Pedophile.
Beast.
Freak. Her lips quivered. There were so many things that could go wrong. Her boutique and her name, destroyed forever. The eternal hate of those she loved and cared for.
A risk Rainbow Dash had already taken. And Applejack had agreed to. That Twilight had been doing for years. "It it really worth that much risk?" She whispered, and slowly shifted the boy onto his back. He complained, but obeyed.
Just as he always would. She frowned. He really would give her the world if he could. All she'd need to do was ask. Such generosity going unrewarded...
She leaned over him, her heart pounding a million miles a second, looking down at her chest as it dangled just out of his reach. "One..." She whispered as she hovered above him. "Two..." She could feel her breast straining to burst. She grabbed a breast and positioned the nipple above his lips.
"Haa.." She cooed as she dipped low, and felt a shock as spikes lips parted, and realizing what was in front of him, take her in, his tongue darting forward and teasing the tip to a fine point like a painter working his brush.
His face softened as she bit her lip, and let her elbow prop her up, her hand weakened as the first gentle sucks began. Feathery light, a sharp contrast to his rough tongue a moment ago. She gasp as her reached up, and took cupped it with both hand, gentle as a baby.
He really looked the part. A cool chill rode down her spine, and she could only hold her breath as she felt the first inkling her motherly milk began to trickle out, a damn gently bursting into his warm mouth.
He was eager to receive, gulping with each suckle. She felt the urge to squeeze him to a stop, but dare not move in fear of waking him.
It was almost like a massage. Her body felt a wash of relief, a small buzz around her brain as he worked his lips. Occasionally his tongue added a bit of the odd sexual moment, terribly teasing with it's strokes. But mostly, he was, as Twilight had pointed out, was simply nursing at her.
And by his continuing indulgence, she noted, enjoying the fresh new taste of another woman. She wondered how she compared. Was she better? Or simply different? Tangier? Sweeter?
She flushed as she caught herself. Her mind had settled into the mild swarming warmth in her body, and she'd for a second lost sense of the moment. She wondered if Twilight did this often. Prehaps it was the cause of her discovery.
It was really easy to see how, as stroked the spines atop Spike's head.
She sighed, "Oh phooney... I think I'm stating to like it." She regretfully admitted. "I suppose I'll have to tell Twilight... Maybe I'll have her turn it off, keep the spell on hand for special occasions."
"Mmm..." Spike moaned, rubbing himself deeper into her chest, sending another little delightful shock down her features. Her skin goosed at the feeling as he continued to ease the ache of her full chest.
"Oh my... I forgot... this will shrink my bust size..." She said, already planning a 2nd set of lingerie. A few... front strapped numbers, perhaps a cup less piece? Maybe that was pushing it.
"Mmm..." Spike stirred again, and Rarity froze: He was waking!
What to say? What to do? Should she get off him? Would he... well, no, he probably wouldn't resent her. She tried to sit up, but he was firmly around her.
"Mmm?" He grumbled as his eyes creaked open to an unfamiliar silky white view. Well, not entirely unfamiliar, in fact... it seemed really familiar. Along with that prefume...
"Mmph?" He looked about, still not detatched, rather enjoying the nice sugary sweet taste of her mixed with the lushness of her breast. He spotted a patch of purple hair that flickered, obviously part of a tail.
A purple tail... and soft white fur? "MMPH!?" He gasped, suddenly unlatching, squirming in horror, sending a bit of her milk squirting across his features. "RARITY I'M SORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRY!"
She giggled as he pulled himself to the head of the bed. "I couldn't help it!"
"Oh... couldn't you? Am I really that irresistible? "
Oh she loved to watch him squirm from time to time. He took a second to notice the drink trickling down his face, and wiped it clean, taking a small lick out of habit. She had to laugh, her breasts heaving and a tiny spurt dripping out.
"Twilight told me to control myself while she went to library to look into my situation, I wasn't suppose to ask you, I'm sorry! I broke you trust!"
She flushed at his admissions, but more of admiration then anything. "Spike, calm down." She said. "I'm the one who should apologize."
"What? Why? I'm the one who did what I wasn't suppose-"
"Spike, I let you." She said with a broken smile. Spike continued in his ramblings for a moment, then froze.
"Um... what? Twilight said yo-"
"I struggled with the idea, yes." She pressed her chest together as she strugged, catching the young dragon's eyes and locking them there. "But-Spike eyes up."
"Huh? Oh um... Sorry." He mumbled, "Um... why? I mean... not that I'm complaining."
"That's why."
"What's why?"
"Because you don't complain. You're always so good to me, Spike, and you never ask for anything in return. I can't just use you like a slave, your my #1 fan. My Spikey-Wikey deserves a reward... and this is what he wants, so this is what he gets."
His eyes drifted down, but this time not due to male urgings, but in wonder, and managed to find back up to her eyes. He toppled over, and crawled over to her, struggling mightily to not look down, which caused her to giggle again.
"Um..." He said. His features frown, and her looked away, blushing "... I... I um..."
"Yes Spike?"
"You... um... you're sweeter... then Twilight." Now it was her turn to look away in a fluster.
"Is... that good?" She asked meekly.
"Y-yes! I mean... I don't want to compare you and Twilight."
"You don't have to. I'd prefer it, actually."
"O-okay! But, yeah, yours is prefect and warm and sweet. And um... your silkier.. and soft... and um... you felt like a soft pillow."
She felt as if she was going to explode from the pressure building in her. Still, it was always nice to receive earnest compliments. Even odd ones like these. Spike was lucky she knew him well enough to know he was struggling to not be bluntly perverted.
She smiled, and brought a hand to his cheek, stroking it softly.
"Spike." She whispered, "Thank you."
"... No problem."
She didn't know what drove her slowly forward, to press her supple lips against his, causing his eyes to widen before drunkenly falling down into ease. She pulled away, and sat up straight. "Do you... want to continue?"
"C-can I really?" Spike quivered, looking down. She pushed her chest out invitingly.
"Of course; I have another breast that's aching for my little Spikey-Wikey."
She didn't need to guide him down, the offer pulling him down naturally, his eyes looking up to see if she would vanish, revealing the waking sun that would ruin this dream. He finally looked down, and reveled in the sight of her now uneven breasts. Nuzzled against her chest for a bit. "Do you... think this can be more then a one time thing?" He asked. "I... really like your milk, Rarity."
"... We'll see about that when Twilight returns." She whispered, kissing her head before cooing as she felt him wrap his lips around her other nipple, letting her body go as her began to nurse from her in more earnest terms.
She fell off to the side, letting spike down her as she toppled onto the center of the bed, ending up in much the same way she'd discovered this little fetish, unaware of the two toned purple haired filly watching from the door.

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