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Luck Before You Sleep	By : Demon_Casket Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 13156 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dominos
The ceiling was composed of a brightly lit dome, much smaller than that of the lounge, yet, it was still considerably large. It was broad and bright enough to give the impression that they were standing on the threshold of a greenhouse, with a frosted glass canopy, illuminated by an early afternoon or late morning sun. Below this great, faux-day firmament was an outer ring of assuredly fake but very real looking ferns that lined the walls of the dome. In the center of the dome, standing up from a crystalline floor of marble and granite, was a large, three-tiered fountain, whose bowls were sculpted as giant seashells and the channels from which the water flowed were of finely detailed, nude mermaids and large, undulating fish, either spouting streams from their lips or from small water jugs and similar vessels, tucked under their arms or held above their heads. The layout of the room was quartered off by Corinthian columns and supported archways that were more there for decoration, not a practical use, as they only appeared to hold up the sky and composed no walls, only portals. Within each quadrant was a certain “room” that Spike and Trixie could only suppose had to deal with some form of washing. The quadrant that they stood in was no more than a solid floor that led to the fountain, perhaps made only for simple hand washing. The right and left quadrants to their sides had comfortable looking benches…with holes cut into them. They both assumed that these were ‘toilets’, but, within each toilet, there was a gently flowing water spout. Neither of them had seen the like. They simply knew not what to do with them. Finally, the quadrant in the rear had a shallow swimming pool of sorts, divided into three sections. There was a dry section, from which a shiny, flexible, detachable, gold and ivory shower head with multiple nozzles was suspended. In another section, there was a hot water bath with seats of sort built within its basin for multiple guests. And, finally, there was also a shallow wading pool for fun, cooling purposes. Really, in beholding all of this, neither Spike nor Trixie knew whether to simply rush forth and fly through the majesty of this place or get on their knees and worship it.
“…Uh…ssssso…what was it you needed to come here for…again?” Spike was barely able to form his sentence, as he tried to wrench his eyes off the ‘water temple’ and onto Trixie.
It took a bit of effort as well, to drag Trixie’s attention at the bathroom paradise before her, but, after a little more nudging and calling “Trixie! Trixie!”, she finally came to.
“Wah!?”
“I said, what, um, what did you need to…do, here?” Spike spoke, hesitant to mention the finer facilities of nature for waste management.
“Oh! Heh, right. I, um, just needed to tinkle.” Trixie answered with a blush. Strangely enough, since they’d been completely nude for the past few hours or so, it felt like she was fully clothed until attention was brought to the fact, and it even forced her to bashfully cover up a bit.
“No problem.” Spike replied with gentlemanly grace. “I’ll be right outside, if you need me.”
With that, Spike bowed and nearly sashayed out the door, leaving Trixie to do her business in private.
Without pause, she could honestly say that this was the most luxurious, most comfortable toilet seat that she had ever laid tush on. The seat was cushioned and of comfortable temperature. The backing was the same, and, Trixie found the constant stream of water was very convenient in instantly washing her little womanly petals. However, she did find the fact that it was cold very unbecoming of her…condition. She was hot…very hot. In fact, the water running and cooling through her rather warm lips only made her long for something more…Spike. Trixie wasn’t so certain as to how far she wanted him to go on her. All that she knew was that, now that the effects of the punch were somewhat wearing off but the feeling of want and closeness and the teasing memory of feeling his warm, heaving breath upon her lower lips weighed heavy on her mind, she wanted him…badly.
But how? She could see, clearly, that he had the heart and soul of a gentleman…yet, she also knew that he certainly had the impulses and definite curiosities of a dog. It may have been beyond him to simply sit and spy on Trixie, as she used the facilities, but, as Trixie’s memories shuffled back to the fact, Spike, in a fit of excitement and playfulness, dabbed at Rarity’s breasts with his happy, flapping tongue, as he rested upon her lap. Given certain motivations, he certainly was ready and willing.
But was there a way? Was there a way that preserved her modesty yet absolutely seduced him into giving her the pleasure that she so sought? She thought and thought a moment. Then, a gentle rapping came upon the bathroom door.
“…Trixie?” Spike called through the closed portal.
“Ough! Y-yes?!” Trixie replied, caught off guard.
“You alright in there? You’ve been in for a while.” Spike seemed to press for time, torturing Trixie’s need for careful planning.
“I’m fiii…” she cut her sentence, as it would possibly be the best avenue she had to pull him in. “Eh, Spike, actually…I could use a littlemmmmmmm…help?…”
Spike entered moments later, after being given the peculiar excuse that Trixie had to ‘prepare herself’.
‘…For what?’, Spike wondered. After all, he figured there was nothing she had to prepare with, considering that she came in with nothing in particular in the first place…that is…until Spike came into view of her. She wasn’t on the toilet. She was blushing something awful, legs crossed, and hands resting coyly on her foremost knee, as she greeted him, from her seat upon the lowest basin of the fountain, with a nervous little smile. It was a shallow, roundtable-like structure with a raised, seashell lip around its edge, much more shallow than the medium sized basin she rested her back upon, or the highest tier which was spouting water into the others below it. She sat there, blinking her eyes, nervous and rapid, at him, and waited for him to come forward. Spike couldn’t put his finger on it, but, there was just something about her, a presence that he didn’t quite take to noticing before, until this moment, when she seemed to be pushing it in his face. She wasn’t busty with curves, like the other girls. She was rather petite, with a tiny bubble butt and a pair of budding breasts that were none too impressive, yet, even them with their robust, teasing nipples…something about her…glowing…small…and radiant…just made Spike almost lick his lips at her and think she was so…perky…and soooo…cute. It was such that, as much as Spike didn’t even know that he could ask anything of her at this time and she’d probably be more than willing to give it, Spike himself was absolutely under her spell. “Sssssssoooo…wah…heh…what did you, uh…need me for?”
Trixie jittered a bit then: a sort of nervous twitch in her shoulders, before she looked slightly away. “I hear dogs noses are particularly, eheh…keen, when it comes to…sniffing out things.”
“Y…yeah?” Spike said, still floating forward in a trance.
“Ah…ayyee was wondering if you could…” Trixie said, as she, to much of Spike’s delight and absolute surprise…slowly began to open her legs for him, gently yet protectively presenting her sweet, blushing, yearning pussy to him. “I was wondering if you could…check it out for me.”
Spike’s eyes shot wide open. He restrained himself from diving in, as presumption in this case would be a mistake of the highest degree. “Eh…check it out?” he asked, his body twitching a bit with a want to lunge forward, straight into her muff.
“Ye-yeah. I uh, washed up and everything, but, I just…wanna be sure.”
Spike smiled widely as he stepped forward, slowly sinking into a crawl as he positioned himself between her legs. She scooted forward, timidly, and opened a bit wider for him. “Sure, if it’s all okay with you, that is.” Spike pressed for certainty, one final time, yet, his paws were already gently surrounding her sweet, tiny handfuls of delicate ass, as he greedily yet softly took hold of her like a fresh cake from the oven.
“Oh yeah, heheh. It’s totally okay.” she spoke with mesmerizing anticipation, locking him in with her deep, violet eyes. “Just give me a nice, gentle whiff just to be sure I’m nice and…fixed up, before we go back to the party.”
Spike smiled up at her with a blush…and then he closed his eyes and got down to business with her body. He scooted his paws up under her tender tush and pulled her body closer. After helping his hands, Trixie felt that she was being taken for a ride, as Spike pulled her lower body forward, closer to nose and mouth. “Ooh, heheh.” Trixie gasped cutely as Spike soon began taking rapid, enthusiastic sniffs at her sweet, sweet tuft of shining blue hair and the gently blushing jewel of her clitoris. Not that Spike, holding a curious little dog’s nose, would complain if he would have discovered anything humanly objectionable, but, he found only the sweet, musky, scent of her light bush of hair the alluring, womanly perfume of her beautiful pussy.
“Mmmmm…no problems here.” Spike said, now rummaging and brushing through her soft, shimmering brush and nearly kissing her warm, moistening lips.
Trixie was loving this. His uninhibited lust for her body and the subtle motions he was giving her, not to mention the fact that she was getting what she wanted – the sweet, warm caress of his manly breath swimming and stroking through every contour of her womanhood, and then some – was nearly paralyzing her with pleasure, making her slowly writhe in place from the soft, shifting care he was giving her body, slowly pressing his lips against and teasing her sticky, attentive petals and wagging his nose deep within her brush. “Agh…are you s-ssurehh? Maybe you should, ugh…take some extra care, andhhh…clean it uph a bit, yourselffhhh. Aayeeh…hearhh…dog’s mouths…are really…cleanhhh…ohhh…”
Spike did believe that she was giving him the full invitation to explore and feast. “Ohh…if the lady wishes…I’d be more than happy to, heheh.” he said with spirit, and he opened his mouth to engage her womanhood with some luscious, oral lovemaking.
“Huhh…oh goodness…ahhh!” Trixie expressed a little playful fright, as she saw Spike part his rather large jaws to unleash his wide, flappy tongue upon her, but, she only began chirping and moaning with sweet, little, constant cries of pleasure, as his warm, steamy breath kissed upon her pussy and his soft, wet, burningly hungry little muscle began gently stroking all around her womanhood, starting a slow, slippery horseshoe pattern. He began slowly, from right to left, licking, tasting and lapping at her large, tender outer lips, up through her sweetly perfumed tuft of pubic hair, stroking slightly across her hot, tasty clitoral shaft, and down the tasty second, soft labia majora. He didn’t stop. He reversed the path, concentrating only on her inseams and her large outer lips, occasionally stopping to savor the flavor of the folds surrounding her clitoris’s burning shaft, as well as the body itself, slipping his thin, slippery, nimble tongue into all these delicious tidbits and hiding places, before going on his way down the other side. “Oughhhh, Spikehhh…” Trixie moaned, nearly melting backwards in reply to the tender, constant pleasure he was giving her. She gently reached forward and stroked her fingers into his head, loving the feel of his soft, smooth fur, and then gently took hold of his silky, floppy ears to playfully tease and massage them. “Ohhh, you like that, Spike? You like cleaning up my little pussy like that?”
“Mmmmm, I love your pussy, Trix. It’s soooo tasteyyyyhhh…” Spike replied and continued licking her up as if she was a smooth serving of deep, rich, tasty chocolate ice cream. He continued to explore, enjoying the sweet, sugar and berry flavor of her delicious lips, yet, there was a deeper, more enticing flavor that he was now seeking to pay more attention to…around her nice, tender clit. He licked up across her sensitive pubic mound, rummaging through the sweet, musky stalks of her pretty, shiny bush, but then, he went south and purely began spending time around her hot, stiff, attentive clitoris. He recalled the other girls’ reaction to touching the head, straight on, so, he stayed in the deep, around its shaft, in the sweet, tasty crevices that held it, and licked back and forth across its precious, tender little measure.
“Oughhh…Sssspikehh…aghhh…mygashhh! Why do you like eating that part so much?!” Trixie began shifting in place and spouting a sweet, seductive song of hard, hot pleasure, results of Spike’s curiosities getting immediate reactions from her body. As she felt the sweet yet manly puppy boy hungrily taste and lick around her flavorful clitoris, sparks of soft and hard pleasure erupted from deep within her lower body. She began gripping onto the dog’s ears and nearly curling her legs around his neck, passionately stroking her heels across his back, all in reaction to his attentive taking of her sensitive, little niblet of candy. He began eating deeper and deeper, varying what he was doing, between slipping and stroking, slow and deep, into the folds around her hot, stiff, attentive clitoris, to hungrily flicking across its tiny, tasty shaft, like the ridge of a lollipop. “A…aghhhh! Hhhhohhhh!” Trixie panted as warm, heavy, pressurizing pleasure continued building up deep within her body, with Spike simply enjoying eating this tasty little jewel upon her body. He was so absorbed, savoring the flavor of her tasty little sweetmeat that he now simply disregarded concerns for sensitivities. He opened his mouth wider, facing fully forward in between her legs, and capped his broad, hungry, rapidly stroking tongue over the whole of her clit. He deeply closed his eyes, savoring her intense, sweet, fleshy flavor, and ravenously consumed the jewel of her pussy.
“Ahnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh…ahhhyahhhhhhhh…” Spike moaned, licking and licking, stroking deeply into Trixie’s tasty clit, and making her throw her head back in sheer, unbridled, electric ecstasy.
“AghhhSssspayeeehhhh!!!” Trixie moaned in reply. She was in such a rapid climb of pleasure that she couldn’t even say his name. She felt him stroke and stroke, hard, heavy, savoring licks, broad and hungry into her clit, giving her intense, fiery pleasure that she could feel to the extremities of her body. Her toes, fingertips, nipples, and even her lips were riding the tails of the ball of electricity happening around her lower body. She all but grabbed upon his head and dragged him forward, pressing his face in between her legs, riding the maddening sea of pleasure that was crashing over her body and almost causing her to kick her legs into the air. Then, with the constant pressure and constant pleasure that Spike was giving her, her body broke free of its invisible chains and erupted. A pure, unadulterated stream of burning love juice began pouring from her lips and a heat wave rippled through her body as she gave. Of course, Spike was more than happily curious to receive.
He let the hot, sweet stream of delicious pussy juice, freshly tapped from Trixie’s light, berry blue body, trickle onto his tongue. It was as if a freshly pressed barrel of cane juice…with an odd hint of blue berries, was just popped open and its contents were spilling into his mouth. He quickly capped his large jaws over the whole of her pussy and happily began sucking on her, tonguing the spout of her little hole and still bringing his hungry tongue to stroke through her burning stream and across her sensitive clitoris.
“OH GAHH…OH GAHH…OH GAHHHH…” Trixie jabbered mindlessly, riding out the waves. She flew at light speed, through this otherworldly dimension of hard, fast pleasure, but, it wasn’t long before her body began coming down and she began taking notice that the pleasure and sensitivity of her body began getting a little…too much. “Oh! Ohhh! Stahhp! Stahhhp!!!” she screamed at Spike, trying to get his attention as he tongued and tasted the living daylights out of her sweet, tasty pussy. When she finally began shoving at his pretty puppy head, just trying to gain some inches between his ravenous tongue and her oversensitive flesh, he took notice and pulled away, his mouth glistening and his fur beautifully mated by Trixie’s generous gift of loving pussy juice.
“…Oh…heheh…sorry. Cu…carried away.” Spike said, swallowing the last, tasty trickles of sweet love juice from his mouth. He felt satiated, somewhat…even engorged by Trixie’s love, yet, he had to admit…he could still go for more.
“Hehh…hehh…ssokayeehh…hehehehhhh…” Trixie panted and invited Spike to rest his pretty little head upon her inner thigh, with a playful, gentle pat.
Spike took the offer, feeling it warm and generous. Slid Trixie’s tender rump off his paws and embraced her petite body, slipping his head to the side so he could use her inner thigh as a warm, fleshy pillow. Trixie lovingly petted and ran her fingers through his fur, as he playfully nuzzled his soft, trim, yet slightly bushy head against her leg. He slowly blinked his misty eyes, staring at the beautiful, shimmering sight of her sweet, pretty pussy, and then came in a little closer to give it a loving, gentle kiss.
“…Oughmm! Spike! Heheh. She needs a rest!” Trixie yelped sweetly, thinking he was coming in for seconds.
“I knowww, I knowww. I was just giving her a little kiss, that’s all, nnhhehe.” Spike replied and Trixie giggled as well, brushing her fingers through the sweet puppy boy’s head, and he hugged even deeper, even as far as tug himself closer and press his cheek against and receive a sweet, tender, sloppy kiss from Trixie’s warm, wet, resting pussy.
They spent a while there, oblivious to the world, Trixie playing with Spike’s silky ears and his smooth brush and grain of fur, while he lovingly nuzzled at her sweet, warm, delicate pussy’s lips. It was sweet and silent, like paradise, touching each other lovingly as the delicate symphony of running water danced in their ears. They indeed could have spent forever there, and, Spike certainly wanted to, but, Trixie thought otherwise. “…I think we should think about getting back.” she said, breaking the silence.
“Ohohhhhhh…but I don’t wannaaaa!!!” Spike complained like a whining baby.
“Ehehehh. I know, but, yeah…they might start looking for us and all.” Trixie urged, looking down rather motherly to Spike, even as his pleading eyes met hers.
They both smiled then, Spike with a slight sneer of annoyance yet an admittance of right. “Fiiine…it was really fun though…and really nice just playing with you like this.” Spike said warmly.
“Yeah.” Trixie replied the same. “I totally wanna…em…do this again…sometime, ehehehh!” Trixie laughed, soon followed by Spike.
“Do…you?” Spike started, a suggestive tone in his voice, “…Or me?” he finished, as he pulled her forward, pressing his body to hers.
“How ‘bout…all of the above?” Trixie replied, with an easy smile and misty eyes, as she came forward for a nice little kiss.
“…Deal.” Spike replied, and they engaged in a nice, deep, somewhat devouring kiss.
They broke apart for a bit, so Trixie could get herself together, and, so Spike could…wash Trixie off his face. As Spike recovered from the fountain, Trixie slid onto her feet. Moments after, as they moved to go towards the exit…Trixie suddenly felt severe weakness in her legs and slumped to her knees. “Ough!”
Spike turned and swiftly ran to her side. “Trixie, what’s wrong?!”
“I don’t know! My legs…they’re all…” Trixie was suddenly struck by the fact that…”…Good gosh. They’re probably weak from…exploding all over you, heheheh.” she concluded, a blush swiftly washing across her cheeks.
Spike giggled in reply, glad in finding that it probably wasn’t something serious. “Awww, that’s okay…” he said as he swiftly, surprisingly scooped her up and set her cushy tush and comfy muff upon his shoulders. She wasn’t straight in front of him, as they were when running from the…cobra. However, he set her to sit upon his right shoulder, not upon his nape, as he had…ulterior motives. “We’ll just set you up here, ‘till you’re ready to travel. And also so I can uh…talk to the girls here…mmmMMMMmmmmm…” Spike said, turning his head to waggle and press it into Trixie’s bare, naked flower.
“Ough!!!” Trixie said, laughing and bonking Spike atop his head with a light yet intended strike from her palm. “Spike, hahahah! You’re an animal!”
“Uh…duh.” Spike replied then, and they laughed heartily, giggling their way out of the washroom, as if they were a fresh pair of newlyweds.
{[Crossed 50k words here.]
[Happy new year, 2015]}

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