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| PonyRIG #819811 6 months ago |
you know that Spike will end up dead? |
| P0ny_News #819834 6 months ago |
He's not good with face. I don't see why he should be blamed. Faces are difficult to draw. |
| Purplamena #819835 6 months ago |
I lol'd. |
| DeepBreath #819840 6 months ago |
I'm sure Spike can share some of his jewels to avoid the consequence ; ) |
| SpikeSpiegel #819968 6 months ago |
'You play the guitar, don't you, Spike?' Rarity shifted slightly; this was Spike's latest attempt; the eighth sheet of paper, and she had been lying for so long, after all, 'How are the lessons coming?'
'Fine,' he bit his bottom lip as he observed the young woman with a look of the utmost concentration. Best-selling local novelist or not, he had trouble with shoulders and posture 'I'm making good progress; according to her, anyway.' Rarity huffed softly; if Spike caught the subject of his current project doing so, he didn't show it, continuing with his sketch like it was the most important thing in the universe. She felt her pride crack slightly at such a sight; oh, how she simply longed for that teenage puppy-love look that she had so once taken for granted. Class valedictorian and a promising future at the top of best-seller lists awaited him. Part of her heart was actually relieved at the latter: she refused to acknowledge that twat of a romance novel series to make that place its home. Something did not stop bothering her, though. 'You know, this isn't how I imagined being naked in front of you.' Spike looked up from his sketch, blushing slightly as he did, but she could tell it wasn't at her state of undress; it only served to irk her more. The pencil left the medium and he raised it to tap on the edge of the drawing pad, smiling innocently at her; for a moment, she thought she saw a fresh sixteen year-old once more instead of the cool-headed eighteen year-old... only to see it flash right back again, and he had that all-about-business look to him again, resting his back against the wooden chair. Then he spoke. 'Well, I'm really sorry to disappoint you; I mean, you're attractive and all, but a man's first line of priorities is his work!' He said almost too proudly. And that was the final straw. 'Really? I wonder if it isn't because Twilight and that musician from Canterlot have been leaving you all a-tumble?' Rarity fought down a smirk at that particular shot, and the young woman watched with an almost unequalled glee at the sound of the pencil rolling down onto her wooden floor; a satisfying sound indeed. The sight of a slightly shaken young green-haired teenager was a welcome addition. The drawing pad rested on his lap with a soft landing as he raised his troubled blue eyes to meet her own sea-blue orbs, which, as of current affairs, were positively dancing. 'Wh - What?' he found his voice at the same time he felt something rising in his throat. Guilt, fear and shock were likely candidates. 'Shall I say it simpler?' she twirled her fingers playfully, lips finally rising into that smirk she had fought oh-so-valiantly back. Spike gripped hard on his kneecaps as she rose herself to a seated position, 'Stuffing the goose? Waxing the monkey?' He gripped hard on his kneecaps as thoughts of both of his tutors, biting upon the insides of his cheeks while Rarity's feet daintily touched the floor. Somehow, his eyes suddenly felt the sight of her breasts a thousands more enticing than before; the delicate curves of her calves and legs leading to the sides of a body as close to perfection as it probably could. Inside, he felt the thirteen year-old horny bugger of a past thank the Gods above and beyond. Twilight may have been willing, and Octavia as rowdy as Applejack could ever hope to be, but something about Rarity just screamed at him to leap upon her and make her cry out his name into the night. Ever the one to try, Spike fought right back. 'I don't know what you're talking about.' It didn't work. 'I think you do.' She threw the pad to the side and straddled him there and there, roughly meeting his lips with her dominant, passionate own. Spike felt her two hands run through his hair, up and down, left and right, grinding her bare nether regions upon the rough fabric of his jeans and teasing his suddenly-dull senses. Touch; Rarity was all about her touch. He felt her hand slowly reach for his chin to raise it as his own pair instinctively squeezed and relaxed against her firm ass; with every second he tasted more and more of her. Squeezed and released, drawn and pushed. This was nothing like Octavia; this was nothing like Twilight. This was... dare he say it? Better. Then she backed away, one finger tracing upon his jaw, blue eyes as hazed as the sky above them. 'I am the Element of Generosity's Master, Spike; I share all I can with my friends: my time, my patience, my boutique and all of what I have.' she gently bit on his lower lip, teasingly giving it a tug before release, 'However, if there is one thing I cannot share, dear, it's one thing.' She ripped his shirt open. 'You.' |
| Anonymous #819986 6 months ago |
'Ms. Rarity, you're trying to seduce me, are you?' |
| Anonymous #820006 6 months ago |
[img]http://media.desura.com/cache/images/members/1/393/392106/thumb_940x3000/Personal_Trollface_HD.png[img] |
| Anonymouz #820049 6 months ago |
Can't tell if he's drawing the face that way on purpose or not. |
| Anonymous #820077 6 months ago |
Such a hot minific, Spiegel. |
| LightningLazer #820092 6 months ago |
@Spiegel oh man Octavia's not gunna like this |
| DR_SHRUBBERY #820248 6 months ago |
It is quite hard to draw properly when one is... distracted |
| Anonymous #820697 6 months ago |
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| Psyentific #824789 6 months ago |
Draw me like one of your french girls! |
| Anonymous #1349023 2 months ago |
@SpikeSpiegel ......why would you cut it off at the best part *eternal sad face of doom*. So yea image awsome but that story damn man it should be posted as a fic somewhere all of your little short storys should honestly their pretty amazing |