Rarity was sat in her kitchen reading over the latest issue of Fashionista magazine. Inside were articles on the latest springtime designs and she was positively allured by the line-up that was to be the spring line. The sound of a tray being placed gently down on the table drew her attention for a moment before she returned to reading.

“I have your tea prepared for you, Rarity.” Spike said, taking the tea cup and placing it down on the kitchen table with a saucer. “One tiny drop of honey and a splash of milk, stirred 14 times anti-clockwise as per your desire and at a perfect temperature as for you to start drinking it right away!”

“Oh, thank you, Spike.” Rarity said to the baby dragon, not looking up from her magazine.

“I also brought you a muffin as well, in case you’re hungry?” He said with a smile. Rarity turned down the corner of magazine and looked down at Spike. He was wearing his little white apron with a pink heart on it and matching frills down the side. He was holding aloft a muffin in his claws towards her.

“Oh. No thank you, Spike. The crumbs always make such a mess.”

“Oh. Oh, of course! I should have brought you something else. How about a Daisy sandwich or a thin biscuit? Maybe even-“

Rarity cut the purple dragon off.

“Actually Spike, maybe you could do something else for me.” Rarity said lowering her magazine and fluttering her eyelashes towards him. Spike swooned at the gorgeous mare as her curly purple mane seemed to flow like magic before his eyes.

“Pop upstairs and go check up on Sweetie Belle, would you? Poor dear is feeling under the weather at the moment. And see if she would like a spot of tea too. Thank you, darling.” Rarity then returned to her magazine and continued reading. Spike’s face fell.

Ugh, really? He thought to himself disappointed. I don’t wanna look after your sister; I want to spend more time with you. He wanted to say those words aloud, but instead he responded as if on reflex.

“Of course, Rarity! I’ll be gone just a second. I bet tea and a muffin will have her back on her hooves in no time! I’ll be right back, after I make sure she’s comfortable.”

The white unicorn didn’t respond, too engrossed in the article about her own dress line she’d submitted, positively delighted with how wonderful they all looked. Spike signed silently, his scales flopping down the side of his head as he placed the muffin on the tea tray and fetched a second cup of tea for Sweetie Belle.

What do I have to do to prove my love to Rarity? I do so much for her and she almost doesn’t notice I exist unless it’s to help her. Well maybe looking after her sister will score me some brownie points.

“Oh Spikey Wikey, you made my sister all better. You are such a strong, dependable dragon.”

“Of course, Rarity” The much bigger and stronger Spike said. “I’ll always be there to help, whenever you need me.”

“Teehee,” giggled Rarity, suddenly in one of her fancy dresses. “Kiss me, Spike!”

Spike leaned down and kissed Rarity on her cold hard lips.

Realising something was off, Spike opened his eyes and realised that he was kissing the brass door handle to Sweetie Belle’s room. Spike started spitting grossly and letting his tongue air out and hoping that Rarity didn’t see him. After he composed himself, Spike knocked on the door and then opened it, letting himself in.

“Sweetie Belle?” Spike called into the room. The little filly was lying on her bed facing the outside window, at the sound of the door opening she’d rolled over and looked towards the baby dragon that’d just walked into her room.

“Hi Spike. What are you doing up here?” She asked cheerily.

“I came to see if you wanted some tea, and maybe a muffin?”

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you, Spike.” She said squeaking as she said the word sweet. Everypony always found her squeaks adorable but she didn’t like ponies pointing it out, she’d always been self-conscious about it.

“Yeah, well, you know, Rarity didn’t want it, so I thought maybe you’d like it instead.”

Sweetie’s face fell a little as she realised that the muffin was originally meant for Rarity, not her. Spike carried the tray over with the tea and the muffin on it and then set it down on the filly’s bed.

“Spike, are you helping Rarity again with things?” She asked, curious.

“Oh yeah, always. I did the dishes, cleaned the yard, gave Opal a bath, made her tea, checking in on you and then-”

“Wait,” The filly asked confused. “What do you mean checking in on me? Where is Rarity?”

“Oh, she’s downstairs reading her dress book thing. She told me you were sick and that I should see if you needed anything.”

Sweetie stood up on the bed.

“She said that I was… UGH!” Sweetie then jumped down onto the bed and slammed hard into the pillow with her hoof. “Why does she never listen to me?!”

Spike reached over, grabbing the tea tray before it spilled, lifting it off the bed.

“Whoa, Sweetie, calm down, what’s the matter?”

“She’s just so self-centred she doesn’t even realise…“ Sweetie stopped and then smothered herself face first into the pillow. The filly seemed to calm down after letting her frustrations out and so Spike tentatively set the tray down again and stepped closer to her.

“Sweetie Belle? You okay?” He asked. The filly shook her head, still in the pillow. “S…should I get Rarity?”

“Why bother? She never listens to any pony anyway.” She said muffled through the pillow.

“So, then what’s the matter?” Spike asked. Sweetie hesitated for a moment and then sat down on the edge of the bed, facing away from Spike.

“I tried to tell her, you know? I know all about what this is but… I thought she’d help me. Clearly I was wrong.”

“Well, what is it? Are you hurting at all?” he asked, unsure what exactly she was talking about. Sweetie hesitated and then started to speak quieter.

“I don’t know if I can tell you, Spike. I mean, you’re a baby dragon.”

Spike rolled his eyes.

“Only compared to other dragons. But to ponies, I’m like, older! Maybe older than you in dragon years, or at least close.” He said, tired of the baby dragon shtick.

Sweetie hesitated as she looked towards him, but not properly turning around, more looking at him from the corner of her eye.

“Well, you see. Ponies go through something that’s called… An Estrus. It’s where a female pony knows that her body is ready to… make… babies. So… that’s what’s happening to me right now.”

“Oh…” Spike said, hesitating, not really sure what to say. “So… you came to see rarity to help with… making babies?”

“N-no Spike, ugh. When a mare is in an Estrus, or in Heat, she needs a stallion to… to…”

Sweetie had turned beet red. She didn’t want to finish the sentence.

“Wait, Heat? I-I think I’ve heard of that! Twilight had gone through something she called a heat and wouldn’t leave her room for days. I had to sleep in the living room during it. It must be something bad because I could remember hearing her moaning while Rainbow Dash stayed over with her to help. I asked Dash what exactly was going on, but she told me to never disturb Twilight while she was in heat or even say anything about it. It was a special mare thing, apparently. Is that what’s happening with you?”

“Y-yeah…” Sweetie said, her face a little more red.

“I remember one time when she was in the bath, I went into her bedroom- Just quickly! You know, to get the power ponies comic I wanted, and when I got in there, there was a really funny smell. It was like a thick… I dunno. It made me feel warm inside, like a burning dragon’s fire but… not in my belly but…”

“Lower down?” She finished for him.

“Ye- yeah. Something started to happen to me and I ran out as fast as I could. Is that what heat is? Can it affect dragons too?” He asked, suddenly worried.

“It… kind of can. But it’s more a… Stallion thing. The smell of a mare’s heat can… make them ready too…”

“Make babies?”

They both seemed to be on the same wave length at this point. Spike then couldn’t help himself and took a discreet sniff at the air. It wasn’t as bad as it had been with Twilight. It was a much lighter smell.

“Sweetie. If you’re in heat, why’s it not affecting me like it did with Twilight?”

The filly then pointed a hoof towards the fan on the bedside table, pointing to her and out the open window.

“It helps a little, but…”

“But?” He asked.

“It burns a lot inside me and it’s really itchy and it’s frustrating and it’s like I want to… just… just…”

Sweetie didn’t finish and Spike didn’t want to for her. He remembered when Twilight’s heat affected him. Out from below his belly, his penis which always stayed hidden between his scales started to expand and poke out. In a panic and not sure what to do, he ran, and headed straight to the library. He and Twilight had rearranged these books hundreds of times (hundreds of times too many) and so he knew where the adult pony books were. He knew he’d seen something like this in one particular book that he dropped open once and Twilight freaked out about. Pony anatomy.

His penis had grown pretty hard by this point. Whatever this smell was that was in the bedroom had him growing, like he desired something, but what? He felt like his control was slipping as thoughts of Twilight dashed before his mind, something about her scent had him seeing red. After finding the right page in the book, he saw a picture that depicted a diagram of a stallion’s penis and testicles. The testicle part wasn’t of interest to him though and while his penis looked a little different, this was the closest thing to a representation of what was currently poking out from his waist. Struggling to read through it, he say it go into detail about what it was, but not so much on what it did! Then he found a page on reproduction. He read in it that a stallion’s penis will retract back in its sheath after ejaculation. The images of Twilight suddenly changed to Rarity, the white pristine unicorn mare at her sewing desk, bent over, her tail excitedly swaying, not realising that Spike was there.

Spike continued to read about reproduction and it explained it all and even went on to something called masturbation. The baby dragon’s mind was being filled with information that he may have been too young for, but this was what he needed. Finding himself a dark corner, Spike focused back on that memory, grasped his shaft in his claw and began stroking himself backwards and forwards very slowly. As Rarity was leaning over the desk, he saw her beautiful marehood before him; it was so clean and white. He remembered he wanted to reach out and touch it. However, this was his memory, and unlike in reality, here he pictured grabbing his now expanded rod in his claw and trusting it into her. She looked shock but then smiled and she begged him to do it more.

The sensation of the tingling in his groin made him feel weird, yet he didn’t stop, instead he felt more aggressive. Something inside him was happening, like a primal greed and a pressure building in his groin. He wondered if that was the ejaculate he needed.

Returning to the fantasy, Spike continued to ram into the unicorn mare as she gave out moans much like those he’d always hear her make in the Spa when she was getting a massage.

“Spike?” A voice called out to him.

Twilight? Oh no, I can’t let her see me like this!

Closing his eyes, returning to fantasy, he thrust into Rarity faster, harder, like a wild animal as he pumped his shaft in real life, trying to get it over with quickly, get the rod back inside him.

“Spiiike?”

Twilight was coming into the library. He didn’t hear her, he didn’t stop! The tingling under his shaft was raising up inside him, like a dam where the water was about to burst through. He grunted from the effort picturing Rarity screaming as he himself roared as he finally exploded.

“SPIKE!”

“Huh? Wha-?” Spike looked around, snapped out of his memory. He was in Sweetie belle’s bedroom.

“Were you not listening to me? Just like my sister.” Sweetie said pouting, clearly upset. Spike was a touch embarrassed that he’d let his memory wonder as far as it had.

“I-I’m sorry, you just, you mentioned a tingling and it reminded me of something. When a stallion gets that tingling, he has to… master-bate, and it makes it go away.”

“What?” Sweetie said. “Spike, no. That, that doesn’t work for a mare. It just makes it worse. The only thing that can stop it is…”

The young unicorn stopped midsentence, looking at Spike; or rather, at his apron. He looked down at himself confused as to what she was looking at.

“What is it? Did I spill something on my- AHH!” Spike yelled out.

His penis had started to become erect again. Thinking about all this stuff had started to get him aroused. He pulled his apron down, covering it up as his face turned a bright shade of red. The apron didn’t do much to hide it though; pulling it down tight only made it more noticeable. Sweetie had been taught that a proper lady should look away from a stallions ‘embarrassment’ but the young unicorn couldn’t help herself. Crawling closer to the edge of her bed, she looked at the outline of Spike’s dragon pole. It didn’t look as small as she was expecting of him. She’d seen a few colts before with her friends and they weren’t as big as Spike was.

“S-Spike…” Sweetie started to say hesitantly. “Can I… may I please… see it?”

Her fillyhood burned between her legs, just asking the question made her feel like there was an invisible burning hoof, or rather a claw scratching away inside her.

“S-SWEETIE! I-I-I-“

“Please! I… just for a moment. I won’t tell anypony! I’m just… curious.“ She said, a little nervous.

Spike glanced at her and then towards the closed door. He could just run and hide. Rarity would still be down in the kitchen reading her magazine for a while, so she wouldn’t look for him till he relaxed. But what if Sweetie told Rarity? He’d be mortified, more so than he already was.

“Y-you promise not to tell anypony?” Spike asked, quietly. She nodded silently.

Would he really do this? Show himself off to the little sister of the pony of his dreams? He felt his own claws slip away from the apron and held them as fists next to his sides. He closed his eyes and turned his head, standing before Sweetie. The filly locked the door with her magic and then focused her horn on the front of his apron. Lifting it up a little bit at a time, growing a tad hesitant, she saw his little rod was growing stiff. It was bright red and pointy at the tip, a few nubs and bumps encircled it near the head sticking out a little. It looked slippery too, like it was coated in a layer of something very similar to the wetness that Sweetie herself had been experiencing between her legs since her Estrus started. Under her gaze she noticed his shaft kept getting bigger, swelling up, especially the individual nubs. His whole rod seemed to twitch from involuntary excitement.

“Wow. I’ve never seen one like this before.” She said, amazed by it. She wanted to touch it, wondering how the smooth it would feel against her hoof.

“Okay, okay! That’s enough.” Spike said pulling his apron down, highly embarrassed about showing himself off. He turned his back to her and felt his penis rubbing up against his apron.

“Great, now what am I supposed to do? I can’t go back downstairs like this!” Spike said to himself worriedly. “I’ve gotta take care of this somehow? Maybe I can go in the bathroom and-“

“Spike?”

His thoughts were interrupted as Sweetie called out to him. He turned to look at her and she was sitting on her rump on the bed.”

“Maybe we can… help… each other?” She asked, her face turning a shade of crimson with her white fur making the colour shift very bold. “I heard that if you put your… thingy… into mine, it’ll make my… burning go away and that’ll also make you go… soft again and then you can tuck it in like a colts, right?”

Sweetie was sure that’s how it all worked, but she’d not really had much physical experience with a colt’s penis; or any in fact. The burning down between her legs was rising up again and starting to hurt a little, all this talk of actually having sex was causing a reaction in her.

Spike looked down at himself as his hard-on was growing bigger by the second. Was it the gentle smell of her heat in the air causing it? He had been in the room a long time. Or was this something else? What else makes guys willies come out?

“I promise, I won’t tell my sister, if… that’s what you’re worried about.”

Spike looked up to sweetie and shook his head.

“No, it’s just… I’ve never… you know, with another pony.”

“So, do you want to? I promise we’ll never speak of this again. It’s just… Ugh! ” Sweetie clenched her thighs together.

Something twitched and felt like it was poking out between her legs and it caused a sensation of electricity up inside her, making her want to suddenly start rubbing on it to help ease the pressure, but if she could help it, she’d rather not start masturbating in front of somepony else. But considering what they were about to do, would it really matter?

“Spike? Please it’s getting worse.”

Spike didn’t know what to think. The smell hit his nostrils suddenly; Sweetie’s scent has just become stronger, causing a throbbing in his penis that was starting to hurt. His rod was poking out from under the apron now, swelling and so long he’d need both his claws to cover its length. Sweetie was now looking at him with pleading eyes. But he was something else. Something he wanted.

“O-okay. Sure, if you’re okay with it?”

Sweetie nodded her head and slid back from him. Spike them climbed up to join her on the bed and crawled very close to her. They were face to face now, with Sweetie shyly looking back and forth between the bed, him and his penis. They were both flushed red and not saying a word. Now that Spike was this close to her he could get a good sniff of her musk, the pheromones from her vagina were driving him to his peak horniness affecting his self-control.

“Sweetie… I’m-“

“Yeah, I can see.” She said with a giggle as her eyes kept darting to his erect penis, the apron hiding nothing now. “Okay, Spike. Just… be gentle, okay?”

She started to lean back and Spike got a good look at her fillyhood. She was so wet and sticky between her legs; it glistened in the sunlight that shone through the windows. Her puffy, swollen red vulvar looked like it was aching for him as he watched it twitch and a tiny nub, much like the one’s on his own shaft, poked out, just as wet as the rest of her. He’d never seen anything like it and his desire to plunge himself inside her was so strong now, he felt like he couldn’t hold back. The smell from her perfect little slit had his penis twitching as a primal urge over took him.

The small dragon leapt forward and pinned her to the bed looking into her eyes. She suddenly looked worried but he didn’t see that. The dragon’s lust overpowered him. All he saw was a mare, a mare ready to be fucked and receive his seed, like Rarity did in his fantasy. Looking down between the pair of them, Spike guided his shaft towards her dripping entrance using only his hips and the pointy tip, managing to easily find its mark.

“S-Spike?” Sweetie said a little nervous “Maybe just a little at a-AHHHH!“

Spike didn’t hold back. Between his slippery penis and her dripping fillyhood, he pushed in all the way, guided by the pointed tip of his mast. In one thrust he’d split her hymen clean through and even poked into her cervix. The pain shot through the filly like a knife. It was all so sudden; she didn’t have time to adjust. Spike’s penis was so deep inside her she felt completely over stuffed, with her canal stretching painfully. She threw her head back against the bed, gritted her teeth and tried to be quiet still. This wasn’t what she imagined it would be like. She thought this was supposed to make it all better, but it had just made the pain worse! Going from frustrating to agonizing!

And Spike wasn’t stopping either. His dragon lust had completely overshadowed all his reasoning as he hilted all the way inside her, giving short rapid bursts with each one thrusting against her cervix, poking the tip inside.

“Ow! Ow! S-S-Spike! Stop!” She called as loud as she dared. But he wasn’t listening. The sensation of her soaking wet snatch and the burning warmth felt right at home for the dragon. Her inner walls felt so much better than his rough claw and he continued with his short thrusts against her hips, slapping away noisily and quickly like a dog.

Sweetie couldn’t take much more of this. It hurt so much and she needed to snap him out of it. Looking to her right, she saw the tea tray. She reached over to grab the tea with a hoof but Spike was still pinning her down and his erratic movement made her accidently knock the cup of tea over, spilling it. She couldn’t swing the tray effectively either, not pinned like she was. Spike opened his mouth about to let out a guttural roar when Sweetie, without thinking, grabbed the muffin in her magic and shoved it into his mouth. Spike froze as he felt the muffin seal up his mouth.

“S-Spike! Y-you have to s-stop!” Sweetie said with tears in the corners of her eyes.

The little dragon snapped out of his trance and then looked down at her, actually seeing her this time. She looked hurt, but not just physically, and then he looked between the both of them and saw how deep he was inside her. He didn’t even remember sticking himself into her, let alone hurting the poor filly! Spike took the muffin out of his mouth and tossed it to the side.

“Oh my gosh, Sweetie. Are you okay? I’m so sorry! I didn’t know, I wasn’t… Did I hurt you?”

“I… I want to stop.” She said, not looking at him. “Please, just take it out.”

“S-sure. I- I understand.” Spike said dejectedly. He slowly began to pull himself out of her, her moist hole easy to slide down despite his enflamed penis. But as he was almost out of her, he felt a resistance and Sweetie started to moan painful.

“Ow, ow, ow that hurts, Spike! Take it out gently.”

“I- I was! I dunno what’s wrong but… it feels like there’s something holding me in.”

Unknown by the pair of them, the bumps on a dragon’s penis was meant to hold it inside the vagina, swelling and expanding like a plug so the thrashing dragons during the mate couldn’t pull apart until they were finished.

Sweetie sat up gingerly to take a look, grunting slightly from the pain and looked at where they were stuck together. It was quite obscene seeing his cock inside her like that, half of the way out of her. Spike again slowly tried to pull out, but the pain caused the filly to stop him again.

“W-what are we going to do?” Spike said worried.

“I- I dunno…” Sweetie responded equally worried.

“Spiiiiikey.” The sing song voice of Rarity called. ”Everything okay up there?“

They both froze, panicked sweat immediately forming on their foreheads.

“Spike?” Rarity called again.

“Y-y-yeah.” He called back. “Everything’s fine, I’m just, err… ” Spike couldn’t think.

“Reading a story!” Sweetie shouted out. “T-to help me feel better!” Spike looked at the filly under him with a quizzical look, Sweetie shrugged and grinned nervously. It was the first thing that popped into her head.

“Aww, that’s so sweet. Well come down when you’ve finished, Spike, I’ve got some things that you can help me with.” Then the sound of the kitchen door closed.

“Yeah,” Said Sweetie snarkily. “Like do all her chores.”

Spike chuckled quietly. “Yeah, she’ll probably want me to take out the garbage and clean the gutters, then send me home to have a bath, with as little as a shove away.”

“Haha, and then she’ll be like ‘Sweetie Belle, darling, could you pass me that rose coloured thread over there on that shelf?’”

“But, of course, there’s like twelve different ones that all look the same and she’ll say ’Noo, I asked for rose, not flamingo!’”

They both laughed quietly together and it surprised Spike that he would say such things like that about Rarity, yet at the same time, he didn’t feel guilty about it.

“Spike?” Sweetie asked. “Why do you let my sister order you around? I mean, she’s my big sister so I understand why I do it. But is it just because of her looks? I mean, I know I’ll never be as pretty as her or talented as her or… desired by other colts-”

“Are you kidding?” Spike interrupted. “Sweetie, you are beautiful! And you’re sweet, kind, you always put other ponies ahead of yourself and you have a crazy talented singing voice!”

The little unicorn blushed pink at his words.

“Y-you really think I’m beautiful?”

“Yes. I… I really do.” Spike said with a smile blushing back at his own words.

“Then why my sister? What do you like about her so much that you don’t like about… about me?”

Spike hesitated. Why did he not think of Sweetie Belle like that? She’d always been nice to him. He’d had fun when they were together with her friends, and sure, she could be a little childish at times but he wasn’t exactly super mature himself. Rarity was his first love; it was love at first sight. Sweetie was… her sister. Was that the only reason? Was he so desperately in love with a mare that never returned his affections that he was blind to the one that he might actually have a chance with? Had a chance with…

Spike looked down at himself. Down at where he had penetrated and brutally taken her virginity. He felt so rotten, how could he lose control like that? Sweetie followed his eyes sitting up a little to get a better look.

“Has it… shrunk down at all?” She asked, hopefully. Spike shook his head.

“No… I-I’m sorry Sweetie, I don’t know what happened to me before and I’m so sorry.

“I- It’s okay Spike. It… doesn’t hurt anymore. At least, not as much.”

“But I-“

“Spike. Let’s just… focus on this problem.” She said, re-acknowledging that they were still stuck together.

Spike tried squeezing down on his shaft with a claw, but it was very surprisingly solid.

“I wish there were books on this type of thing for dragons. I imagine asking Ember for tips on how dragon wieners work might be a bit awkward.” He chuckled.

“I guess so.” She said chuckling back. “Do… do you think we should try again? I mean, they shrink back down after a stallion cums, right?”

“Y-yeah, that’s right. It worked for me before, but… what if I hurt you again?” He asked a little apprehensive.

“Well… we’ll just have to keep you focused on me, this time. Just go slowly.” She said, sternly.

“Okay, I just don’t wanna hurt you. I really do like you, you know?”

Sweetie’s heart skipped a beat. She smiled and then looked away from him to the bed, smiling.

“I… I really like you too, Spike.” She said blushing. A blush came to his face as well at her words. Slowly, placing his claws down against the bed this time, he slowly pushed into her.

“Ahhh…” Sweetie moaned as he began to move. Instantly the fire in her belly re-kindled as he travelled down inside her passage way with his hot member, carefully sliding up and down her little love canal. He stopped as he felt himself press against her cervix and then pulled away. The sensation was making Sweetie relax and she let herself lie back on the bed again. She cooed gently and she felt every little bump of his rod slide down her moist tunnel, each thrust feeling like a gentle rub against her vagina walls. Soothing her like scratching an itch and making her shiver with pleasure.

“Keep going. Just like that.” She said as she gently let out her breath. This felt indescribably better than when they started. This was how she imagined it would feel to make love. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to take in every sensation.

“Yeah, this feels so good.” He whispered. Sniffing the air again, the scent of Sweetie’s sex was still strong, but he shook off those primal desires before they even manifested, telling himself with each thrust, he’s doing it for Sweetie. Every thought before that was of doing this to Rarity was gone from his mind. He only saw Sweetie Belle now. Her wonderful smile, her bright green eyes, her cute little squeaks. She was an adorable filly. No, she was a beautiful young mare.

“Oh, Spike.” She whispered back. She was in heaven right now as he continued to gently plunge into her again and again rubbing her aches away. They kept up this pace for a while before suddenly Spike picked up speed.

“Sweetie. I- I’m feeling that pressure again.”

The filly felt her own building sensations too. The build-up felt like she had drank an entire bottle of water and she needed to pee. But this was different. It felt so good that she didn’t want to let it go. She wanted more.

“S-Spike. Go harder!”

“Harder?” He asked concerned. “A-are you sure?”

“Y-yes. I- I want it. I need it! Rut me!”

He grabbed hold of her hips and then thrust deeper into her, again the tip poking through into a deeper tunnel within her fillyhood. The bed was rocking back and forth now, the clattering of the tea cup on the tray echoed in the room, completely unheard by the two of them. He pulled back and thrust again, feeling the cervix around the tip of his penis, wrap around it, squeezing it while the bumps on his rod scrapped and reshaped her pussy, the sensitivity of each little nub driving him wild, like an electric charge going through each one of them, directly stimulating the shaft. He felt his primal urges again were trying to control him, but he didn’t want to lose himself, he wanted to be in control, for Sweetie! With a single claw he reach up and grabbed his apron, pulling on it, claws ripping in and stretching it. He just needed to hold on.

Sweetie felt like she was being impaled as he thrust into her harder and harder. The feeling of being rutted like this had her sopping wet tunnel burning like never before and she was doing everything she could to not scream out in pleasure. The white filly wrapped her hooves around Spike’s neck as he continued to thrust into her and she was approaching her limits, ready to burst!

“Oh, Spike!”

“Sweetie… I- I- I love you!”

The filly opened her eyes wide, looking directly into his. She smiled widely.

“Spike… ah! I, Ah! I- I- Love you tooOOOUU!” She squeaked loudly and pulled him closer as she finally came, the pressure built up in her finally shot out and she felt herself squirting against him, soaking Spike’s belly as it burst out again and again, each one causing a muffled high pitched squeak into his neck. Her leg quivered as she squeezed the dragon tightly to her body. His rod was so thick inside her as he plunged deeply within her.

Spike couldn’t hold back any longer. He felt Sweetie cum underneath him as her body twitched and the squeezing of her pussy around his dick drove him over the edge. His burning hot cum burst forth from the head of his cock and filled her all the way to her womb. With the head of his penis poking through the cervix there was nothing to hold it back and the filly felt him fill her up, a whole new burning sensation taking over her body. Spike could feel his rod flex inside her, shooting rope after rope of his thick cream into her small body, finally releasing the pressure inside. He pulled back from the side of her head, and then in their moment of passion and without hesitation, he kissed her on the lips. She responded in kind as her hips automatically bucked up against him, milking the last few drops from his rod.

They broke the kiss, both with their mouths open, breathing heavily as they tried to catch their breaths. Sweetie laid flat on her back, hooves either side of her, exhausted as her chest rose between the two of them. Spike felt his dragonhood shrinking and while he didn’t want to leave her warm embrace, he knew he had to pull himself out while he had the chance. As he did so, there was a wet popping noise.

Sweetie moaned again as the sensation of his penis leaving her honey pot and then hitting up against her clit as he pulled away just gave her that extra satisfied smirk. Knowing she had absolutely loved it. Sweetie let out a breath of satisfaction and felt relieved that it was over. She was no longer frustrated from the itching and burning, but was left with a good ache that made her feel more alive than ever. She looked to the dragon that was now resting against her pillows as his rod returned to its resting spot beneath his scales.

“I think… you’re going to need… a new apron.” Sweetie said letting out a giggle.

Spike looked at it. It was stretched, torn in places and completely soaked in sweat and filly cum from where Sweetie had squirted all over him. He chuckled as well.

“Well… maybe… you can keep it? As a Reminder.” He smiled as he took it off, peeling it from his belly. Revealing his penis was completely retracted showing his usual smooth belly. Sweetie then slowly rolled over and felt a damp patch on the bed. Her tea. It was everywhere.

“Oh no! Rarity’s going to be so mad!”

Spike instantly hopped off the bed and rushed around to grab the tray, cup and the muffin.

“Don’t worry, I can wash it for you! And maybe you should go take a bath to… umm… clean up.” He said with a cheeky smile.

Sweetie blushed realising that she probably smelled kind of funky between the heat of her Estrus, the sweat and the dragon semen between her legs, which she had to clench to keep it from leaking out. Spike took the tray to the dresser table and then began taking off all the sheets.

“Wait, Spike, let me help!” Sweetie said, walking to him, gingerly. Together, exhausted though the pair was, they managed to change the sheets quickly. Then as he took the sheets downstairs, Sweetie rushed to the bathroom, hoping to avoid Rarity. Spike took the sheets downstairs and started to wash them after he prepared a large tub filled with soapy warm water, outside in the garden. Spike thought about everything he and Sweetie just did and it had felt amazing! His heart fluttered lightly in his chest.

“Spikey Wikey?” Spike heard Rarity calling as she looked out into the garden, walking over. “There you are! I thought I heard you… What are you doing?” She asked as she looked at the bed sheets in the tub.

“Oh, well Sweetie had a little accident- TEA! She spilt her tea, n-nothing else, heh, and I didn’t want it to stain, so I decided to wash it. Sweetie is having a bath right now.”

“Ah, that poor dear, I didn’t realise she was that sick. Well, we’ll remedy that with some nice soup for her later.” Rarity was about to return indoors when she noticed something. “Spike! What ever happened to your cute little apron?”

“Huh?” He looked down and saw it poking out the tub. It must have got mixed in with the sheets. “I… I caught it by accident. Oooon, Opal! When I was grooming her earlier.”

“Oh? But that’s so strange. I’m sure it looked fine earlier.” She mulled over quizzically. “Oh well, if you like I can fix it for you. You do so much around here, it’s the least I can do.”

Spike looked at the apron, and then smiled.

“Actually, don’t worry about it. It’s fine just how it is.”

Spike then took everything out of the tub and then hung them up on the washing line to dry. That’s when Spike noticed Sweetie Belle outside. Her white coat was perfectly clean, her mane was curled smoothly and she had a glow about her that just made her seem to shine like a beauty. Spike was practically hovering in mid-air with little hearts floating and popping above his head, unseen by any pony.

“Sweetie,” Rarity asked concerned. “What are you doing outside? You’re not well, let’s get you back inside. Maybe for some coco and -“

“Actually, Rarity, I’m feeling much better now. Thanks to Spike.” She looked towards him and couldn’t help but smile and blush, even her tail began to swing from side to side from happiness. The two were staring at each other.

“Ohh, that’s good.” Rarity said. “Perhaps all you needed was a nice hot bath.”

“Y-yeah! I’m all good now. Can I go out and play?”

“But Sweetie, what if-?”

“I’ll go with her!” Spike said jumping down from the ladder, kicking it over. “I can make sure she’s okay for the day.”

“Aww, thank you, Spike!” Sweetie said with a squeak. “You’re always so kind to me.”

“Yes but-“ Rarity tied to say but was cut off.

“Aww shucks. You know you’d do the same for me. You’re so sweet, and caring-”

“Spike I-“

“And you’re so hard working and considerate, you’re just incredible!” Sweetie said walking away with Spike.

“But I thought you were going to help me with-?“ Rarity was left stunned as they walked away, leaving her behind, shocked even that she’d just been abandoned by Spike of all creatures. And to go off with her sister?

Once out of sight of Rarity, Sweetie checked to make sure they were alone and then gave Spike a kiss on the cheek, before nuzzling her head on his shoulder.

“I imagine the girls will be at the clubhouse right now. I can’t wait to tell them about us!”

Spike reached out and took hold of the hoof of the most beautiful pony in Equestria.

“Yeah? Well, hopefully you’ll not tell them everything.” He said, chuckling. Sweetie said nothing. “Right, Sweetie?!”

She simply smiled to herself as the two of them walked side by side towards the Crusader’s club house, both of them excited to tell somepony of their new found love.