Little fic by Ekhidna
“Are you sure this is alright, Rarity?” Spike asked as he hugged his
marefriend from behind. They were sitting at the edge of their bed
completely nude as his hands caressed her perfectly toned stomach. It
always amazed him how Rarity was able to keep her alluring, curvaceous
figure. From her round, soft derriere, to her slim yet firm thighs and
all the way up to her generous bossom. He felt his rock hard cock twitch
at the thought while it was swandiched between his stomach scales and
her lower back.
“Spike, dearest, weren’t you the one who asked,” Rarity pressed herself
against his chest managing to look at his eyes. Her cheeks adorned by a
light blush; much like the one that adorned his. “To masturbate me?” She
ended her question by placing each of her hands atop his larger, rough
ones.
“I—I know I did! But…are you sure I can touch you, you know, down there?”
“Precious scales, you don’t have to be embarrassed. We’ve done far more
dirty and debauch things than this already, and you weren’t so reserved
during those times.” Rarity kissed his cheek. “Have I not given you a
handjob before, darling?”
“M-many times, Rari.” Spike swallowed what felt as a gallon of spit
seeing her slowly guide his hands to where she wanted, always mindful to
keep his palms firmly pressed against her luscious body.
“Then how is this any different?” She licked the underside of his jaw.
“Don’t you want to taste my love nectar you love so much?”
“Yes.” He answered without tearing his sight off from Rarity spreading
her legs wide while she made index and middle finger press her clit.
Then she pushed his hand down making his fingertips brush her pussy lips
until they reached her wet, hot entrance. “Rarity, I-”
“Spikey, you don’t have to hold yourself back. And you certainly don’t
have to ask for my permission to touch me.” Rarity said as he pressed
his other hand against her right breast.
Spike glanced at her as the tip of his fingers went inside her velvety
vagina almost to their second knuckles. His right hand squeezed her
breast, her areola and already hard, perky nipple brushing against his
palm.
Rarity kissed his jaw before giving him a sultry, loving gaze. “Make me
feel good, my love.” She smiled seeing his dumbfounded expression. “But
do mind the claws, alright dear?”