Diamond Date

“A~nd… closed for the day! Just needed a few more orders done and we’re finished. See, wasn’t too hard now was it?” Pinkie said happily, pushing her ass into Spike’s hips while shaking around.

Spike was leaning against the wall for support, still recovering from the dose of aphrodisiac that she had given him, but she was still gently riding his cock to keep her pussy occupied. She’d been doing this the entire time the store was open, casually fucking him while letting him recover properly, even if his cock wanted more action than he did.

“Easy for you to say when you aren’t sore from fucking someone into the ground. How are you even able to move still?” Spike said, genuinely concerned about Pinkie’s inhuman ability to be able to keep moving after something like that.

“It was only some ground breaking sex, not like I can’t handle that with how soft my body is. Come on, you should know this after the sleepover. We went for so many hours and I got up like brand new!” Pinkie disconnected from Spike with a moan, leaving his cock in the open air while covered in her cum, making him shudder from how cold it was before he grabbed a towel and wiped his cock down, putting it back in his pants.

Rolling his shoulders and moving to the other side of the counter, he found a table and sat down, watching as Pinkie hummed and continued to clean around the counter she had been using for all the orders. Stacking a couple flat boxes, wiping the counter with a wet wipe, even humming her own little tune, finally having some peace and quiet.

”Pinkie, I have a question to ask. Does Rarity seem.. different at all to you? Like a little more commanding at all?” Spike said this slowly, wondering if Pinkie heard him as she hummed.

”Rarity? Hmm, she does need to learn how to take a joke sometimes, but I think that’s normal. Did you manage to make her mad or something~?” Pinkie asked with a hint of seduction, chuckling when she saw Spike’s face.

“I don’t think I have, it’s been pretty normal to me. I mean, she has been a bit more obsessed with me I guess. She’s just… coming off as a little demanding sometimes. Don’t you feel like that?” Hoping to get a different result, Spike asked once more.

”Nope! I just need to give her a few treats and she should calm down… or it would make it worse since she watches her weight often… Oh well, maybe we can just call her then? Why don’t you call and try to meet up with her?” Pinkie bounced around the shop as she cleaned tables, rubbing her breasts against the tables and moaning gently as she continued to wipe using a towel and her own body.

Spike was once again bewildered by the way that Pinkie conducted her work, acting like a white shirt car wash, but just in a bakery. It was fan service if anyone could describe it, especially when her outfit was slipping off and being put back on. Nip slips happened all the time, and Spike was struggling to control his boner while thinking about what Pinkie said. Would calling her be a bad idea?

The ringing of a phone was then heard as Pinkie walked up to Spike, sitting down on his lap and smiling. Making sure to rub her fat ass against his bulge as much as possible, she was basically giving him an assjob in his pants.

”Hello~? You there, Rarity? I’m just sitting on Spike right now, he had a bunch of weird questions about you. Did you want to talk with him?” Pinkie casually said these things as Spike was struggling, groaning gently from how soft and perfect her ass felt.

“No silly, of course Spike still wants to see you. You know that he can’t live without your pussy, you silly billy.” Pinkie sang, and Spike himself was intrigued. He wanted to listen to what Pinkie was saying over the phone, but alas, for all the enhancements the pink sky had granted him, super-hearing wasn’t one of them.

“You know you’re not actually supposed to say Om-nom-nom when eating ice cream don’t you? And aren’t you watching your weight? Though that’s silly, we both know all the sugar will go to your tits.” Pinkie babbled. So Rarity was stress eating ice cream? Spike remembered that she had a similar habit when she was upset.

It was strangely relieving to know the bimbo Rarity still wasn’t so different that she didn’t find comfort in ice cream. And perhaps a relief to know that Rarity still got upset. It made her feel human.

“Yes, I did say Spikey was here. I said he was stuffing his cock in my cunt right now. It’s like a bouncy castle right now, but with cocks.” Pinkie started giggling as she redoubled her pace. Perhaps anticipating how badly Spike wanted to sit up and speak to Rarity. “Aw, are you worried about him? Scared? Think he’s upset with you? You must really care?”

Spike’s heart skipped a beat at the words coming out of Pinkie’s mouth. Did he dare to believe?

“Aw, but you’re worried aren’t you? You miss him, and it’s not just his cock you miss. Though it is a really good cock.” Pinkie twerked her asscheeks on Spike’s groin, slapping her flesh against his skin. How did she do that?

“Oh, I’ll ask him.” Pinkie pulled her phone away from her ear and covered it with her free hand. “Rarity wants to meet up with you.”

“You make it sound like a date.” Spike said, his heart beating quickly, which had nothing to do with Pinkie riding his cock.

Pinkie giggled. “Nothing like that…yet. Maybe she’ll change her mind soon though.”

Spike would take a moment to think about it, before Pinkie’s ass continued colliding with his hips to take his cock further inside. It was time to stop stalling now, he was going to get the answers that he wanted from her.

”Tell her that I’m willing to do it. Just name the time and place.” Grabbing at Pinkie’s waist gently, Spike accepted Rarity’s proposal. Pinkie giggled like usual and smirked.

”He’s definitely coming to see you. Practically jumping out of his chair trying to get to you~ Okay, okay, maybe it’s just because he’s thrusting into my pussy now. Just text him already, gotta go!” Pinkie hung up her phone and stuffed it into her cleavage, looking back at Spike. “Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match~ I’m pretty good at this role~”

Their bodies would continue to slap together gently, anticipating the message Spike would receive any moment now. It would take a moment until he actually got the message, which was a bit concerning. If she was still the same Rarity deep down somewhere, then he was going to do his best to drag her back out. He was a bit scared though, especially since she was already stressed and he didn’t want her to suddenly lose it.

”Calm down Spikey, it’s not like you to be so nervous. All you have to do is walk up to Rarity and declare your love for her, or whatever else you wanna do. Trust me, she’s probably head over heels for you. Dropped her ice cream the moment you said you wanted to talk with her.” Hearing this, Spike paused, even blushed a little after hearing it. In this world of casual sex, romance was pretty much an anomaly to hear about, and he was kind of happy that Rarity might feel the same way about him.

Were her actions all to try and make Spike hers alone without stealing him outright? He didn’t think it would be too hard to think about, especially since she did treat him much differently compared to the others.

Come to think of it, Spike hadn’t heard about Rarity spending much time with any other guys besides him. Most of the time, she was too busy with Sweetie licking her pussy, but it had been the only real sexual activity he had seen her engaging in besides with Spike. Maybe there had been other men, and she was particular about who she chose as a partner, but mainly seemed to just prefer dominating men and making them climax with other methods. If she did have sex with someone, then she probably didn’t like letting other people know that she did, especially since Twilight hadn’t seen her doing anything much with other guys while they were both cooped up.

With a chime of his phone, Spike pulled Pinkie off his cock, came over her back, and set her down, grabbing his phone to check the message. Immediately, his cock throbbed again, and he looked at the picture of a nude Rarity laying on her back in her limo seductively, biting her finger with instructions of a time and location like he had asked.

“Oooh~ Try not to jerk off to that while you’re waiting. Although, I guess maybe she wouldn’t mind if you send her photos.” Pinkie giggled one last time as she bounced away, heading to the back so she could fantasize about all the kinky positions that Spike and Rarity could get into together.

Standing up and heading out the door after putting on his pants, Spike checked his phone once more to confirm where he was going. It seemed like Rarity had opted for a home date, but it probably wasn’t going to be a normal date at all. He did look forward to seeing if Rarity would act a little more bashful around him, especially with how Pinkie talked with her. If she really was as cruel as Spike was hoping she wasn’t, then she probably wouldn’t even bother going back to her stress management tactic like that. However, that did bring a new question of what was making her so stressed that she was doing that.

All he could think of was Pinkie when she mentioned that she was apparently concerned about Spike, saying something about her being worried and scared for him. It might have been childish of him to believe it, but he hoped that his doubts were unfounded, because he really wanted to see Rarity as her usual self. He wouldn’t be mad if there were a few hints of the new Rarity mixed in, as there were already, but he was going to take the little hints of her old self that he could take.

“Alright, time to go see Rarity” Spike subconsciously checked his hair using his phone, trying to fix small strands that might have gotten a little wild from him and Pinkie messing around, before breathing slowly to focus himself. “…I just hope I’m able to speak with her properly. My confidence during the sleepover was abnormally high… Please give me at least a fraction of that for her.” He said, mustering up all the confidence he could after using it all on the girls he had been pounding.

The choice of location was a part of concern, Rarity had never been a woman who didn’t appreciate the finer culture of high class establishments, but her choosing the most fancy, expensive and prestigious restaurant in Canterlot was still a worrying thought. Not least of all because Spike hadn’t any idea on how he was supposed to get there.

Rarity: Simply stay where you are, my pet. I have someone special coming to pick you up.

Even through a simple text, Spike could still hear Rarity’s voice breathing on his neck, making the hairs on his neck stick on end. Almost as soon as he turned his head, he saw a fancy limousine driving up next to him. At first, he thought that Rarity might be inside, but then the driver stepped out.

Her purple hair was pouring down her back in stylish curls, her legs were impossibly long, even by the standards of the bimbos, and like all bimbos, her body was an impossibly curvy hourglass with enormous tits. She was dressed in a black leotard, with matching leather gloves accompanied by cuffs without sleeves. Her impossibly long legs were covered with fishnets that went up all the way up to the thin leotard that disappeared into her asscheeks. Bright purple lipstick and eyeshadow covered her face, shaping into a seductive smile.

“Mounsier Spike, no? Mistress Rarity ‘as sent me to bring you to Canterlot.” She purred, bowing her head.

Spike searched his new memories. “Aren’t you that supermodel Fleur-de-Lis?”

“Correct Mounsier. Mistress Rarity wished to show what she had to offer. Only the finest for ‘er Spikey Wikey, no?” Fleur-de-Lis said with a smirk as she led Spike inside the limousine.

Taking his seat, Spike felt his nerves continue to gnaw at him again. This was a power-play, a demonstration of the influence and control that Rarity had. Would the Rarity he knew do that to her friends?

Maybe, one part of him diplomatically suggested. She’s always been a show off, and she might just see this as being generous. She was never so rich and influential before the Pink Sky.

But was that really true? It felt less like generosity and more like a display of Rarity’s power. Her saying that ‘even world-famous supermodels bow to my whim, so don’t disappoint me, toy.’

“Why are you here Fleur? Surely this isn’t exactly a job for someone as famous as you?” Spike said, not sure if it would be polite to say ‘beneath you’.

“You are amusing, Monsieur Spike. Did you not know that Rarity is my Mistress? We slaves ‘ave to follow ‘er will, no?” Fleur-de-Lis said with a melodic chuckle, eyeing Spike in the windscreen mirror with a seductive grin. “Besides, Mistress Rarity was the one who inspired me to become a model in the first place. I do owe ‘er a favor or two, no?”

“Yeah.” Spike’s gaze shifted to the floor, and his thumbs started to twiddle. “I guess.”

It was around a thirty minute drive to Canterlot from Ponyville, and Spike was able to take in the sight of the new city briefly. He didn’t see much, but he was able to see that Luna and Celestia had erected large marble statues of themselves in several lewd positions, the city’s marble homes now etched with erotic murals.

Rarity’s invitation had taken him to Sublitrot the most fancy and expensive restaurant in the world. Before the Pink Sky, it was already absurdly high-class, so much so that only one group of guests could be invited at a time, and there were a staff of nearly a hundred people to cater to that single group. He’d heard Rarity talk about how the walls and ceilings were digital projections that could be changed on the customer’s whim. He’d been here before, shortly after Twilight had become Celestia’s student when Celestia had invited the whole of Twilight’s family out for an evening dinner to celebrate.

In the new Pink Sky, it hadn’t lost its appearance, the outside of the building, still resembling a Nimbusia palace with high columns of marble around its entrance, located on a hill with a long staircase up. But there were changes certainly, Spike hadn’t remembered the two statues of the founders being depicted having sex with each other, nor did he remember the tall stripper poles inside.

“Ah, you must be Mr. Spike. Yes, Miss Rarity had said that you would be coming.” A waitress said, she was exotic, likely all the way from Mount Aris given her accent. “She’s truly brought out all the stops for you. Spared no expense, we’ve had to import our finest strippers for your enjoyment. Of course, our manager was eager to give her a discount after a private talk.

“Did he now?” Spike asked, his dick went hard thinking about that private talk. Had Rarity fucked him? Or simply seduced and dominated him?

“Yes, we have the finest strippers from Zebrica, the dragon isles, even from the changeling hives. Including our finest, none other than Queen Chrysalis.” The waiter said casually, but Spike had to freeze on the spot.

“Wait, WHAT?” He spluttered glancing around in a mad daze.

“Yes, none other than THE Queen Chrysalis.” The waiter said absently. “She needed new work after difficulties in her kingdom’s management caused her to umm… be overthrown. New employment was needed, and we offered our hand in generosity.”

Taking a moment to process this and think it through, Spike was amazed that they managed to get her as a stripper. What was even more impressive was that this was all for him and Rarity, arranged by her and the staff.

“Now, shall we head to your table? It’s just this way, please follow me.” With a bow, the waiter led the way to their table, walking past many others that were empty. At this point, Spike was starting to think she rented out the whole restaurant.

Things were escalating way too quickly, and his brain was starting to short circuit slowly, before he shook himself back to focus. Their steps felt way heavier than they actually were, making it feel like he was a giant among ants. When they reached a set of double doors that were heavily decorated with gems and patterns, the waiter opened it for Spike, bowing gently.

”Please, enjoy your evening with Miss Rarity. We hope you find yourself satisfied by the end of the night.” Spike then entered the room, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room as the door closed behind him.

A snap was then heard as the lights of the room turned on, making Spike cover his eyes from how bright it was, revealing that Rarity was sitting at the center table looking towards the large stage. On the stage was a set of three poles, each spaced out from each other equally as stage lights highlighted each spot. There didn’t seem to be anyone there yet, but he assumed they would come later when they were dining. Back to Rarity, she was holding a glass of wine, swirling it around slowly, before taking a sip and setting the glass down.

”There you are, Spike. I was just starting to think my driver had gotten you lost. I’m glad she at least did that correctly.” Rarity said casually, a hint of sass in her tone while addressing Fleur’s job.

Something didn’t sit right with him about that, making him frown slightly. Walking to Rarity and sitting down next to her, he audibly gulped and nervously grabbed at his pants, not sure how to act right now.

”Is there something wrong, Darling? I was sure that you wanted to talk about something, but we can hold off if you’re hungry. I wouldn’t want you to go hungry, we all know how well you can devour your meals.” Clearly hinting at his sexual appetite, Rarity pushed her breasts against his arm, running a perfectly-manicured hand over his chest.

In an unusual turn of events, Spike grabbed her hand and pulled it towards him, forcing her to fall into his embrace while he wrapped an arm around her waist. It was a bold move, even for him, the sweat on his face beginning to form while he did this. It was a mix of fear and uncertainty, worried that this sudden bold action would get him in trouble. Looking at Rarity’s face though, she was blushing heavily, unsure what to do after his sudden move.

”Rarity, I want you to be truthful with me. What’s the point of all of this? Spending money and trying to impress me with all these rare things, what’s the point? You already know that I listen to you, and everyone knows that you can control us with the snap of your finger. Why do you seem to want me specifically?” Spike finally asked, looking down at Rarity.

Her face was blushing more than usual, before she cleared her throat and seemed to focus herself, meeting Spike’s gaze. There was no sign of embarrassment anymore, just the focused and dominant Rarity.

“Want you specifically?” She purred with a dark laugh that didn’t match the blush on her cheeks. “I wouldn’t say that exactly.”

She escaped from his grip by pushing herself off him, but Spike simply noticed how long her fingers had lingered on his chest, much longer than was necessary. “And let me just say that you seem a bit underdressed for this.”

Spike glanced down at his outfit, wearing a loose T-shirt and baggy pants that he’d been wearing when he’d visited Pinkie. Admittedly it was all a tight fit with his new absurdly enhanced physique these days, but he had to admit that Rarity had a point. Especially with the cream and cum stains from his fucking of Pinkie.

He glanced up at Rarity, and he had to admit she was the one better dressed for the occasion, as any fool could see. Her dress was a sparkling bright red attire that was every bit as revealing as a club dress, but in the new Pink Sky world, it was formal enough for a funeral. Two twin pieces of sequin traced over her breasts in small oval shapes, criss crossing over her navel and reaching her waist, below which, became a traditional dress. It glittered like the finest rubies in Equestria, and Rarity had accentuated the dress with a pair of fingerless opera gloves that matched her sparkling dress. The final touch was a pair of platform heels that had just the tiniest spikes jutting out the back of the heels.

“Wow…um yeah, sorry.” Spike said with a cough. He felt like he was in the presence of a goddess, and that he was just a lowly mortal. “But in my defence, I was in the middle of something.”

“Tsk.” Rarity said, turning her head in disapproval. “I think you should show your Queen some more reverence. I would have assumed that would have been obvious for a king.”

“King?” Spike muttered.

“PET!” Rarity all but shrieked, waving her hands around in a mad panic. “PET! Pet, pet! I said pet. It’s your dumb muscle brain that mistook that for king.”

A beat of silence passed between them and Rarity was acting uncharacteristically shy, her eyes kept glancing away from his gaze before darting back. “Unless, perhaps you would like to.”

“Become a king, you mean?” Spike repeated as he watched Rarity take several deep breaths, before she got her act together.

“Why ever not? I am the one who leads our group after all. Managing Applejack’s porn career, keeping Fluttershy on a leash, the one who keeps Pinkie’s head on straight and makes sure that Rainbow Dash doesn’t crash those tits of hers into anything. Why should I not call myself a Queen?” Rarity pondered, her voice becoming quieter with every word as she slowly stopped speaking to Spike. “Would it not make sense, then, for me to have a King by my side? It’s hardly a demotion.”

“Um… Rarity…” Spike asked, raising a hand, but before he could say another word, a finger was placed to his lips.

“After dinner, darling. Let me show you what I’ve worked so hard to achieve. We wouldn’t want it all to go to waste, would we?” She purred, eyes now alight with dark, calculated desire. Spike couldn’t decide whether she was his old crush or a cruel dominatrix like Sunset. She seemed to filter back and forth between the two personalities.

“Alright then.” Spike said with a nod, at least this would give him more time to figure it out. As much as he felt off about this dinner, he took the chance to process this whole thing.

“And could a waiter come and give him a proper suit? Surely you have clothes somewhere that can fit him. Even a pet must be properly dressed for the occasion.” Rarity demanded , ringing a bell as a waitress carrying a suit brought it in for Spike, perfectly fitting his measurements. She probably had this thing ready for him, expecting him to wear a grand suit that would fit with this setting. “Put that on and we can truly start our evening. Come on, we don’t have all night here, time is money.”

Grabbing the suit and stripping down, his nude form was put on full display for Rarity, letting her heart beat a little more once she got to behold his naked body again. It had been a while since she got to witness him like this, and something within her desired to own him permanently.

A purple and black suit was put on, followed by dark blue pants that would hug his body perfectly. It was well made, as expected of Rarity when it came to clothes, and he caught her smiling at her own handywork. Once he sat back down with her, a line of waitresses came in with food, each wearing playboy bunny suits, setting the plates in front of them to show an entire full course meal and then some. This was the definition of a highclass meal, something that Spike was certainly not used to eating.

The dishes were explained to the both of them, mainly being a combination of various exotic fish and meats, with the freshest vegetables that they could access being served alongside it all. Nothing but the finest quality was being served here, and Spike was really starting to think that all this money was being wasted on him.

Bowing, the waitresses left the room and allowed them to enjoy their food for the moment, once again leaving them alone. There was an awkward silence from Spike as he stared at all the dishes, trying to figure out what to eat first. Rarity gave a chuckle in response, loving how perplexed he looked with all these dishes.

”What’s wrong, first time eating rich? I would have thought Twilight would provide some sort of richness to your life. All that research she does must not amount to much if you haven’t experienced any of this before.” Chuckling to herself as she took a bite of food, seemingly savoring it while insulting Twilight. It was a good thing Rarity had given him lessons on how to eat properly before the Pink Sky, so he wasn’t acting like a complete fool.

As he began to eat, the sound of heels could be heard clacking across the stage, before several figures appeared from the darkness to wrap themselves around the poles. In the middle of them all was indeed Queen Chrysalis herself, wearing the most standoutish outfit out of all the strippers. An outfit that was a perverted combination of flowers and vines. It seemed like she was the head stripper in this case, leading all the girls to show off their assets. They all seemed so well coordinated, groping each other, giving gentle slaps to their asses, even spreading their legs while squatting to pose for Spike.

This was all meant to tease him, his cock throbbing against the tight fabric of the pants he had been given while he ate. Most didn’t even bother to look at Rarity, all guiding their moves at him, and for him.

His eyes wandered all over their bodies, staring at their asses, watching their breasts sway and rub against the poles on stage. The lights would highlight different groups of girls at different times, each giving them their different routines. Some would lick and slap each other's asses, some would bounce their tits together while groping them around a pole, and others just spread their legs to show their pussies, outlined in the tight clothing they were all wearing.

Speaking of clothing, they all had various themes to their outfits, looking like casino sluts and perverted cops, slutty maids, or wearing just vines and flowers in the case of Chrysalis. Maybe this was supposed to fit in with the theme of a natural forest due to where she once ruled, but so much was revealed that one could simply call her naked

“She’s the most expensive stripper here, a result of that monumental arrogance, no doubt.” Rarity grinned, taking a sip of wine like she was a queen whilst hungrily staring at Chrysalis’s dark ass. “When I saw her on the list, I simply had to buy her. After all the hassle she caused us, I think we’re owed some compensation.”

“Just wait, one day, I’ll have you stripping in my court when I conquer Equestria once more.” Chrysalis snarled, even as she shook her ass.

“I didn’t pay you to speak, I paid you to strip.” Rarity snapped, making the former queen ‘tsk’ before she returned to her performance. “She would have bankrupted most women.”

“Most women?”

“Most women do not have my assets.” Rarity purred, the innuendo causing Spike to flicker his eyes to her enormous tits that were threatening to burst out her red dress. She chuckled. “Oh no, darling, that wasn’t what I was referring to. Not in this case, I mean. I was referring to my vast wealth, which to be fair, was mostly assimilated with these big and perfect tits.”

Rarity’s smile then became more coquettish. “People pay a lot of money to be dominated and conquered by a queen like me, and of course, Applejack’s always happy to share some of the profits that her ass has earned, Sweetie Belle’s also always eager to make a profit. Quite simply, it’s quite easily to climb to the top one percent when you’re willing to fuck your way up there.”

Rarity’s dominant allure then started to soften as her enticing glare softened as well, she glanced away, idly mixing the wine in her crystal goblet with her pinkie. “There are two different ways for one to fuck their way to the one percent. And I for one, have been considering what it would be like to be a sugar mommy. Having a lovely boy toy to share my ill-gotten wealth. Not to mention my influence as well.”

Her voice was going quieter, less secure and confident as she spoke. “Oh yes, I would never be the sugar mommy who was selfish, I would arrange for a boy toy of mine to have gifts that were more than just gold and money. I’d give him women, using my contacts far and wide to ensure that they could fuck any women they craved, no matter how famous or elite.”

Her voice continued to quieten, almost becoming as sombre as Fluttershy. “Anyone they wanted, from the pretty neighbour, to that sexy predator Cheerliee, or a supermodel like Fleur, or maybe even the Princesses if I could arrange it.”

Each time she spoke, it seemed like her feats were getting more extravagant, contrary to her voice as she seemed to get even more closed in with herself. She sounded confident, but her voice had slight trembles, the volume getting lower until the sounds of the stage seemed to almost drown out her voice.

Spike looked over at her, continuing to eat the food slowly as Rarity also seemed to be taking more bites. This was playing into her stress eating habit, the dishes slowly vanishing a little faster the more her voice seemed to wane. Eventually, she stopped and shook her head, awkwardly chuckling. Throwing her hair over her shoulder and continuing to laugh, she covered her face now, looking up and laughing. Spike went still as he heard this, almost looking concerned at Rarity.

Once she had a moment to calm down and breathe, she looked at the room, studying everyone as they paused. When they saw that she was relaxed, they all seemed to leave the room, getting the feeling that they needed to be left alone right now, or perhaps they were afraid of a volatile reaction from the dominatrix queen.

“What? Is there something on my face? Stop looking at me like that, I know what you think of me.” Setting down her utensils, Rarity's hands clenched together as she shrieked at the retreating staff. “You think there’s something wrong with me don’t you? That all this money is just to hide my insecurities. Is… Is that what you think of me?”

Her voice trembled, clearly revealing her vulnerable side to Spike, and probably one of the rare few people who would actually be able to see this. Something had changed in her recently, something that made her realize that there was a hidden insecurity deep down inside. It all started when she came to the realization that she needed Spike, that he was special. She was beginning to take her actions slower. Decisions she would make in a heartbeat were now being considered, thinking about how he perceived them.

Silently, Spike set his utensils down, looking at Rarity with sadness. He could tell that she was under a lot of pressure, the expectation to be the best starting to weigh on her, of being perfect.

“If she hadn’t pointed it out… If only she hadn’t said those stupid words to me… I wouldn’t be thinking like this. What was I even thinking when I made this plan? I would never act this rashly…” Rarity was muttering herself into a spiral, into a constant cycle of self doubt. He didn’t want to do anything that would make her react negatively, but he could tell that she just needed someone to talk to right now.

“Rarity… It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you, I just needed to ask, I kind of heard it when you were on the phone with Pinkie… but, do you like me? Romantically, I mean.” Moving a little closer to Rarity, Spike had a soft voice, much different than his usual commanding atmosphere when it came to keeping the horny women in check.

“Romantically? Spike?” Rarity looked nothing like the dominatrix she was earlier. “Well, that’s a big question, Spikey-Wikey. I mean, I know you’ve always liked me romantically. Your puppy dog crush was adorable, and quite obvious.”

Spike shrunk back with a blush. He guessed that his crush was something he shared with his Pink World self. “You certainly didn’t have any issues fucking me.”

“That was fucking, not making love. Don’t mix them up.” Rarity snapped waspishly.

“S-sorry.” Spike said, looking away and running a hand down the back of his head. Had he misunderstood? Rarity was always an enigma, and that was something that was the same regardless of whether the sky was pink or blue.

Rarity tapped her extravagantly long fingernails against the table, her eyes were now boring into him. Something seemed to soften in her gaze, and suddenly, there was a tenderness in her expression that reminded him of the old Rarity. “Have you ever heard of the saying ‘absence makes the heart go yonder’, darling?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it. Like how I get homesick for Canterlot sometimes, even though I was bored whenever I was there.” Spike said, heart thumping in his chest.

“I got so used to you fawning over me, fucking on command, worshipping me… I think I took you for granted.” Rarity admitted, her features softened, and it was here that it was easy for Spike to forget her body had transformed. It was the old Rarity, the one he knew. “When you spent those days taken by Twilight, I missed you. More than I thought I would.”

“Really?” Spike could feel his heart thumping in his ears as she spoke. This couldn’t be happening, not because he was busy fucking Twilight. Surely the universe wasn’t so badly designed.

“More than others, I have many toys. But when Sweetie Belle snuck over to Summer Camp, I simply moved on to other girls.” Rarity admitted, speaking more confidently now. She took another strong gulp of wine, her usual manners at dinner forgotten. “But with you, well… I just couldn’t.”

Spike was stunned, unable to speak. But Rarity seemed grateful, because she seemed to have a lot to say after another large gulp of wine. “No other man seemed to do it for me. And even before then. I had opportunities, Celestia knows I had opportunities, Tenderhoof was throwing himself at me, I had Blueblood around my finger, and don’t get me started on Fancy Pants.”

Spike had no words, he tried to speak, but his throat barely managed to work. “But you didn’t fuck them?”

“No… darling. I made excuses to myself of course. Too fancy, too stuck up, too distracted by Applejack.” She placed a hand on Spike’s. “But deep down, they just weren’t you.”

Spike had to say something, he was pinching himself, believing he was in a dream. But nothing worked, this couldn’t be happening this way. He couldn’t find out Rarity loved him like in a porn plot. It wasn’t how he imagined it.

…Okay, maybe he had imagined something like this happening. He was a red-blooded male of course, but still.

“Rarity, I don’t know what to say.”

“And now…” Rarity had tears in her eyes. “Now you’re looking at me differently. Not in that sweet dorky way you used to. You seem scared of me, worried. You’ve been avoiding me. And I don’t know why.”

There were tears in her eyes now, and guilt was welling up in Spike’s heart. “Noticed that, did you?”

“Yes, Spike, I noticed. I just wanted to show you what I had to offer, all that I could arrange for you.” Rarity admitted. “Because I don’t want you to go. What…what changed?”

Spike swallowed. How could he explain to Rarity about the Pink Sky when he and Twilight were the only ones to remember? She’d look at him like he was half-mad, or worse, that he was insulting her.

Spike thought about his response for a long time before he finally settled on the root of his question. “What did you do to Sweetie Belle?”

“Huh?” Rarity raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at this change of conversation.

“You said there wasn’t a thought in her head anymore, that she was your doll. What did you do to her?” Spike asked. “Is she still herself? A person?”

Rarity seemed confused at the sudden question, blinking as she wiped a tear from her face. Looking down at her own chest, she seemed to contemplate what was happening, processing her own thoughts for a small moment.

“What an odd question. Well, when I’m not playing with her, yes. She is a doll through and through when she has a cock or wet pussy in front of her, but I still talk with her like she’s my sister. It is hot to talk about her as a doll though, you have to agree.” Rarity said while leaning back, softly chuckling with a hand over her lips.

“So… She only has a tendency to be a doll when you’re playing around with her? I guess that’s not too bad… She did feel really damn good too.” He felt his cock throb in response after thinking about Sweetie once more, doing his best to not tear the pants he was wearing through sheer arousal.

“What does this have to do with anything…? You know this darling. What does Sweetie have to do with anything?” An eyebrow twitched as confusion and irritation etched itself into her features.

“I just thought you were a bit too detached from everything. Hearing that Sweetie was turned into a doll was hot, but you just kind of… seemed to toss her to the side easily. That’s what concerned me… and I guess I thought the same way of how you would treat any of us if we weren’t fun to be with anymore. Kind of selfish, I know, but… I just wanted to be with you all, especially you, Rarity.” Spike said, rubbing the back of her hand gently, wondering if he should hug her or not at this point. Would it be weird for him to just suddenly hug her out of nowhere? Maybe he just-

And that was when his train of thought was interrupted by a chuckle, leading to a more hearty laugh as Rarity sniffed away her tears. Looking back up at Spike, it seemed like her tears hadn’t done much damage to her makeup, somehow only adding an extra bit of charm to her beautiful face.

“That’s all you were concerned about…? Oh my dear Spikey-Wikey, you were always so clingy to me. Still can’t handle the idea of being separated from me? You truly are hopeless… but I guess I am too in that regard.” Grabbing a napkin to wipe her face, she sniffled and chuckled through this strange series of events. “Celestia, what am I doing? Crying in front of you for something so stupid? I really am a dramatic woman, don’t you feel disgusted for finding someone like me interesting?”

“No, not one bit. I love that about you, and I’ll forever treat you as my Queen. That’s what you want, right? A good King needs to have a proper Queen by his side to rule his kingdom.” He said with a goofy grin, making Rarity giggle as she tightened her grip on his hands.

“You really are stubborn, even behind that hunk of muscle. I thought you didn’t like being a King? Finally decided to stick by my side and rule over those pathetic enough to grovel for me?” She said with a more seductive tone, triggering Spike’s heart to skip a beat, as well as his cock throbbing to escape its confines.

“When you say it like that, maybe your offer is a bit more convincing. We’ll need to work on those clients of yours though, they can’t be around you forever. A King like me gets jealous quite easily, but that’s what a jealous Queen can do to you, isn’t it?” Spike said, pulling Rarity a little closer so they were now right next to each other. Leaning in and licking her cheek, he gave a light chuckle after seeing Rarity puckering her lips together. “Sorry, you had something on your cheek. What? Something wrong?”

“You tease… You’ll pay for that, and you’re going back to being my toy. No buts about it.” She said, before stealing a kiss from him and pushing him down onto the cushions they were sitting on. “Now, my king, you’ll learn how a Queen fucks.”

With no regard for how expensive the suit she’d just bought was, Rarity cut through it with her sharp, perfectly manicured nails. At the same time, she placed her lips against Spike’s lips and kissed him tight.

Immediately, Spike realised that Fluttershy did have a point about there being a difference between fucking and making love. Fucking Fluttershy had been about the raw, animalistic pleasure of it. No love, just lust. Just a Master taking his pleasure from his pet, and his pet in turn, receiving pleasure from him. It was animalistic, rough, and pleasurable.

This was different, Spike could feel his heart thumping in his ears and his entire body reacting. But there was more than simply fucking, he could feel the heat of lust pouring through his entire body, igniting every cell. But he could also feel a connection that went past simply friends, but to something more.

Her colossal breasts were pressing against Spike’s chest, her long, perfect legs were wrapping around his groin. But it wasn’t deliberate, wasn’t forced as typical bimbo fucking tended to be. Instead, her focus was on the kiss, on making sure that the entirety of her love and feelings for Spike was communicated in the kiss. Through her abnormally long lashes, Spike could see her sapphire eyes boring into his.

It was a consequence of the Pink Sky, or perhaps Rarity’s genius when it came to fashion, that her hefty mascara and makeup no longer smeared from the tears of joy in her eyes.

“I meant it all you know.” She whispered when they finally broke apart.

“Meant what?”

“The gifts, the sugar mommy stuff. Arranging for you to fuck celebrities and hot bitches as YOUR bitches. The wealth as well, and how I want to pour it into serving you. Into making you a king.” She was more human now, still with some of her dominatrix Queen energy, but something softer and more vulnerable.

“You don’t need to give me anything but yourself, Rarity.” Spike’s hand went to her back, but this time, he didn’t go all the way down to her ass as he might have done with other bimbos. He was making love, not fucking, and this is what his instincts were telling him.

“But I want to.” Rarity purred, her voice a combination of seduction and desperation as she pushed Spike onto his back and lowered her perfectly sculpted ass onto his cock. “I am a VERY generous person, my dear Spikey-Wikey.”

She started to bounce on his cock. She was slow, but calculated and elegant, like she was ballroom dancing with his cock, shifting and swirling her pussy as she lowered herself more. “I WANT to spoil you my darling. I want to-ngh-arrange for you to live like a king, and I want you to be spoiled with any hot bitch you can GEEET!”

Her voice cracked as she shuffled her way out of her dress, albeit, she still wore her fur coat and heels. A remarkable display of finesse and elegance that only a lady bimbo like Rarity could pull of. “And let me tell you, it turns me on.”

She was sincere, and you didn’t need to hear the plea or sincerity in her voice to know that. The wet cum staining his cock was evidence enough to that. Spike’s hands shifted from Rarity’s waist to her perfect, huge, and yet sleek ass for support. Holding it not as a prize but as a lover, for support.

He was blushing, he knew that much. And Rarity noticed it too, somewhere along the way, Spike had started to smile like a dork. He was fucking Rarity! And he knew that it was HIS Rarity! She was changed by the Pink Sky, but it was still her! Only sexier now!

“There’s the goofy, stupid grin I love.” Rarity chuckled with a playful insincere attempt at smugness. “Now, let’s make sure I keep you smiling.”

“Hrrrmph! Kind of hard when I have such a lovely pair of tits right in front of me and a perfect ass riding me… Mmmmph! I might just bury my face in that chest of yours before long~” Grunting and groaning, he thrusted his hips in turn with Rarity, her own movements rubbing his cock expertly.

Circling her hips and tightening her pussy made it feel even better for them both, sending shocks of pleasure throughout their spines. Both were blushing and moaning together, savoring this pleasure more than they ever have before, feeling like this was better than anything they could have thought of. Sure, they had fucked before at the sleepover, but something was different about this time. With their hearts beating quickly, their feelings grew larger with each collision their genitals had with each other.

“Hmmmph~ Yes, darling! I’ve wanted you so badly~ You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve wanted someone like you to fuck me~ You’re the only one worthy of even touching my pussy with that burly cock, and now you’re mine!” Riding faster, her hands pushed on his chest harder, making sure he was firmly planted under her in submission.

The longer this went on, they could feel that their desires were growing much larger, beginning to get to the point where they didn’t think being very quiet was an option anymore. If they loved each other so much though, holding back was pointless for them.

“I can’t hold back Rarity, you better start riding harder or I’m going to flip you over~ I know how much you love being on top too, so you better pick up the pace, my Queen~” Teasing her with a grin, Rarity couldn’t help but reciprocate it as she pinched his nipples, bouncing on his cock a lot faster.

Despite how fast and messy it seemed to them, anyone else would think that Rarity was elegantly riding his cock, like she was casually horseback riding. A rich girl like her knew how to take the reins, and she was fully enjoying each deep hit of his cock that smashed against her cervix. Punching against her cervix was just one aspect of it, because Spike’s hands had moved from her hips to her tits. Groping at the masses of flesh in front of him was like squeezing a pair of stress balls, right there for him whenever he wanted them.

Still finding it hard to believe that him and Rarity were now a thing, which managed to fuel his lust for her further, groping with all his strength. Teasing her nipples, he ran circles with his fingers, flicking across them as he listened to her sweet moans.

Thanks to how spacious their environment was, they didn’t need to worry about knocking anything off the tables, and they were free to fuck like this as much as they wanted. No one would bother them as long as they were like this, mainly because it would be disrespectful to interrupt such a passionate moment between the two of them. With their orgasms growing even closer while they were fucking, both of them were donning expressions of pure lust, staring at one another to get lost in their partner. Almost like they were in their own dimension, they couldn’t have cared less about anything else other than fucking, and that was what they were keen on doing for as long as they possibly could.

“Use those hips of yours, darling~! Hmmph! Surely you can thrust harder than that for your Queen! Mmmmph! There it is, that’s the fire I wa- Aaaaah!”

“You’ll have to say that again, I wasn’t quite listening~ I could have sworn you wanted me to pound this tight pussy of yours even harder. Kind of hard to do that when you’re gripping me like a vice. Hrrrrmph!”

“Excuses! Mmmph! Fuck me harder, and cum inside of me! Flood this rich womb in your precious seed! Paint my pussy! You’re the only one to have claimed me like this~! Feel honored, darling~!” Reeling her head back as she said this, she came the moment he thrusted faster at her command. He could feel it with how much tighter she had become, squeezing and coating his cock in even more shimmering fluids.

Grabbing her tits harder, his face became strained as well, trying to hold back the urge to immediately flood her womb after feeling how tight she had gotten. Each fold of her pussy was rubbing against his cock, begging him to cum inside right now, coaxing it out. When she finally looked back down at Spike, her hair had gotten a little more messy thanks to how sweaty they were, but it only made her look hotter. Then she spoke… and boy did he lose control then.

”Making a girl cum by herself~…? Such a devil of a man… You can still make it up to me, all you need to do is cum. I’m waiting… d a r l i n g~…” His cock couldn’t wait anymore, and he unleashed the flood gates into her pussy.

It was quickly painted completely white, forcing the both of them to pant and moan loudly, spilling his thick cum out and onto the cushions under them. His hips were all the way up, lifted off their cushions to make sure he was hitting as deep as he possibly could.

Once he was done cumming after at least three minutes, he panted and set his hips back down, weakened from how good that just felt. Sweating and panting, the both of them were messes, but that somehow just made them feel even more in love. They then went back to kissing, staying connected at the genitals as much as they possibly could be. Rarity laid down on his chest, her hands trailing around his muscles slowly.

“Hmmmm~… Took you long enough to finish flooding my poor pussy~… How did a stud like you even manage to survive so long with just us few girls serving your cock~?” She giggled out seductively, twitching slightly from his cock throbbing in her pussy.

Going to kiss once more, they were suddenly interrupted by a phone call, coming from Spike’s phone. Rarity gave a pout, reaching for the phone and pointing it towards him to reveal it was Twilight.

“Go ahead, answer. Even if she is ruining our moment together…” Grumbled Rarity, letting Spike answer the phone.

“Hello? What’s-”

“Spike! Did you meet up with Rarity yet? How’s it going?” Twilight said, noticeably more excited than normal as she seemed very satisfied with something.

“Umm, yeah? She’s right next to me, and seems to be a bit jealous. What’s going on?” Spike asked, looking at Rarity to see her still pouting a bit, before glaring at Spike once he mentioned her being jealous.

“Oh, sorry! Did you… want to meet up at my apartment? You can bring Rarity, I think I have something to tell you… Hmmmph~! H-Hey, can’t you wait- Mmmmph~!” Suddenly, her voice turned into moans as someone else was speaking and presumably pleasuring her.

“Sure, guess we’ll see each other there then. Have fun with… whatever you’re doing now.” He said, hanging up the phone and setting it back down on the table. “I love you Rarity, did you want to make it official? Seems like Twi wants us to meet up.”

“Fine, if that’s what she wishes. I’d be glad to show her what a perfect lover I have acquired. Let’s show her that we are the true King and Queen. And… I love you too… You big, dumb darling of mine.”