Gem/Rarity and Spike/Lavendar (Fapfiction)

Gem

He shouldn't be doing this. He knew it was wrong, and it was gross, and unnatural. But Gem couldn't stop himself, not after he had already gone through all the trouble of getting his newest treasure, sneaking it through school, and ultimately through his house.

Icy blue claws, fumbled with the glossy images and his breath hitched as he saw each picture in their entirety. Sweetie Belle, his own aunt and the world famous songstress in a series of photographs which formed a strip tease. While she normally never wore clothing to begin with, looking at how the silk clung to Sweetie's body lit a fire inside he scarcely knew. And slowly, he felt a tug in his loins and turned beet red as instincts told him he wanted to do something with Sweetie Belle (or at least her likeness) that involved his hardening shaft.

 

"No... Not now, go away." Gem weakly tried to command his own body, not wanting to take his eyes off of a tantalizing view of his aunt presenting herself. A bit desperate, he pushed his length down and ended up in for a pleasant surprise as the scrapping sensation of his claws against the delicate flesh of his arousal felt both grating and good, sending a tingling from his nethers to the rest of his body. Hesitantly, but hopeful, he drew his claws against his own length once more, from the tip to the base and could not halt his own whimper of pleasure.

Blood boiling, the hybrid began slow, his eyes never leaving the lewd images, while he began to discover pleasuring oneself. Something felt like it was building up inside of him, building up just begin the tip of his length, it needed to be released but denying it felt strangely pleasant as it was agonizing. His arm picked up speed along with his breathing becoming rapid and erratic. His horn sparked with magic and lights danced behind his eyes when his hips bucked forward and the pressure released. He nearly cried from his near overwhelming enjoyment, his orgasm flying out on thick, white gobs that splattered on the bed and carpet of his room.

"Wha-... What was that?" Gem asked himself between ragged breaths, occasionally wincing as the last beads of his own seed escaped him. Smiling a bit to himself, the same, dopey smile he'd usually have around Glitter, he breathed "Definitely gonna have to do that again-" A yawn interrupted his resolve and wear began to overtake him. "After a nap, I guess then." Gem muttered as he closed his eyes, not noticing the tiny crack in his bedroom door nor his a single one of Rarity's stunning blue eyes peeking through with a look of shock on her pure white face.

 

Once Gem was home, he still didn't stop, he rushed passed his mother without a word and quickly slammed his bedroom door shut. Once he was sure it was locked, he threw himself backwards onto his bed and seized his penis in his clawed hands and began to stroke vigorously, imagining Glitter dancing in front of his vision, striking provocative poses, and whispering naughty suggestions to him.

Naturally, his own mother's magical aura flared on his locks, undid them and she opened the door. "Gem Stone, I do not know what Pinkie and Twilight allow at the library, but in this house we DO NOT slam doors!" Rarity chided while Gem's mind went into shock, desperately trying to cover himself and completely missing what his mare of a mother had said. "Mom! I know this looks badbutIswearit'snotwhatyouthink!" He stammered out.

"It seems to me that you are pleasuring yourself through stimulating your privates." Shaking her head, Rarity locked the door behind herself in consideration of her son. While moving towards the boy on the bed. "You know, there's nothing to be ashamed about, it's all perfectly natural. How do you think your father and I made you?" Rarity asked with a teasing smile, seemingly oblivious to her son backing away.

"Hey, wait! How does this have anything to do with the Stork?" That made the fashionista frown. "Oh, dear me, we have been neglecting that part of your upbringing." A wicked grin pulled on her lips and she used her magic to pull Gem's hands away from his crotch. "I suppose I'll just have to correct that myself."

 

Gem was confused. Confused and aroused by the half-lidded gaze of his own mother, illuminated by the glow of her horn. He was also more than a bit terrified and prepared to flee, only to find two lengths of silk binding his wrists to his own bed. "Shhh... Mommy will show you how to feel good, darling." Rarity cooed and dipped her head for Gem's only for a clawed foot to stop her.

"Could you please not call yourself 'mommy' when you're about to do whatever it is your doing?" The uni-drake asked flatly and was met with a 'humph' from his mother. "Gem, when a lady does something like this for you, a gentlecolt speaks not!" Rarity chided and stuffed Gem's mouth with something silky, lacy, damp, and smelled strongly of her. Before he could think too much of what it was, the hybrid found his thoughts ripped from him as he felt a fluttering tongue exploring the base of his shaft and tracing the veins.

Gem didn't want to break from this pleasure, but his body was far from under his control anymore and instead he thrashed about wildly while Rarity pulled back and giggled. "You really are your father's son. Which means you should love this..." She finishedin a husky tone and used her magic to wrap Gem's length in the silky threads of her mane's curls while her lips kissed and tongue fluttered just along the tip.

 

The pleasure was incredible, the pressure was unbearable, he wanted to come. He wanted to release so badly but he couldn't. Why?! "Because it's rude to finish without a lady." His mother's voice spoke up as though reading his thoughts, but also drawing his attention to where a ring of magic clamped on his shaft and locked him from releasing the volcanic pressure now sending tremors through his whole body.

With agonizing slowness, Rarity unbound his shaft from her silken locks, from top to bottom, drawing him into her lips more and more until he felt the back of his mother's throat and she released a long, deep, moan that sent vibrations deep into Gem's flesh, all the way into the root his flesh. In that same moment, the hybrid's hips rolled to both escape and embrace the sensations of a firm massage between his thighs, right where he could feel the unicorn's moaning resonating, in short, upward presses that drove him over the edge.

"MOM!" Gem screamed out, a surge of strength breaking his bounds and now holding Rarity's head in place as each heartbeat released another wash of his seed, splashing against the back of the fashionista's throat and dripping into her belly. Despite all but ejaculating straight into her stomach, Rarity noisely gulped and moaned louder, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she accepted her son's semen ardently.

After nearly two minutes, Gem fell back onto his bed, gasping for air, his heart pounding, and his mind dancing between awake, unconscious, and nirvana. "Well, I must say, you certainly give a bit more than Spikey does. Though I find your father's a bit more lively." Rarity assessed with a subtone in her voice like a cat that got the cream. "To this day, I swear I can feel his sperm wriggling inside of me."

 

Gem was only half conscious and heard even less of whatever the hell his mother was talking about, but was sure whatever it was, it was ruining the moment. Pulling the panties his mother had stuffed his mouth with early out, he pulled Rarity up onto his chest and kissed her on the muzzle. "Mom, you talk too much, you know that?"

Absolutely chipper, Rarity just smiled and returned her son's kiss. "Just let me know the next time your friend gives you trouble and I'll be happy to do this for you again. Maybe next time I can show you something even better." Gem smiled and yawned, an urge to sleep stronger than ever coming over him. "I'd like that... Next time."

"Next time, my precious Gem." Rarity whispered and kissed his cheek before slowly disentangling herself from him and slipping out of the room softly. "Kid's growing up fast, huh?" The familiar voice of the father spoke up which Rarity nodded to. "I personally still think we should have brought Twilight, Pinkie, or even their daughter to help with this. They're so much better at explaining-" The mare was suddenly cut off by a dragon's kiss. "Nothing compared to a mother's love, Rarity. But maybe next time we could all have a bit of fun." Rarity smirked at her Spike's perverted expression. "Spike Dracula Sparkle, you lech!" "Would you love me if I was any different?" "Not at all."

 

Lavender

Lavender was not a nervous girl by any means. She was a famed actress and singer, had to deal with the prejudices faced by being a dragon-pony hybrid, and even outside of this she was a normally outgoing and friendly mare-dragoness thing, especially so around her father. Instead, Spike's hospitality as she sat in his living room only fueled the two very different desires inside of her right now.

Run out of that cave house as fast as possible this instant.

Or tell her father to shut up so she could fuck his brains out.

"So lemme tell you about this one time I changed your diaper..." Spike was cut off when his hybrid child interrupted him and pulled him onto the sofa seat next to him and kissed him deeply.

She was going with the latter.

 

Spike pulled away before she could use her tongue and gave that same, damn sad smile that never reached his eyes. "I love you too, Lavender. Daddy gets you don't want to hear about your diaper escapades." He started to pull away, to get up, to leave.

Thinking fast, Lavender grabbed her father by his hips and sat him back down. "Dad, please, let me do this for you." She pleaded with her whole heart while Spike was just confused. "Do what for- oh!" He would quickly learn when she began to nibble on the thin layer of skin and scales over his collar, instinctively making Spike's neck stretch and his face flame when he realized he was becoming aroused.

 

As she worked her lips up to her father's neck, she stole a glance at her father's loins and flushed herself. That had gone into her mother, and would soon be inside her. Thinking about it alone caused a small warmth to flutter inside of her.

Hesitantly, she reached out and seized the hardening flesh in her talons. Squeezing as hard as she could she gave as firm stroke.

"YOWCH!"

 

About an hour or two after Lavender's embarrassingly poor attempt to seduce her father, the dragon in question knocked on her bedroom door and entered. "Hey, honey. Can we talk a bit about what happened earlier?"

"The part where I tried to seduce you or the part where I practically peeled your dick like a banana?" The hybrid asked with miserable bitterness into her bed.

The pureblooded dragon snickered a bit and sat on the bed with the girl as though nothing had happened. "Well, the former, since that might also help explain the latter. Come on, you can tell me anything, remember? This is daddy speaking." He smiled at her again with that awful, empty, sad smile.

"Dad! Please, just stop it!" But it got her talking. "Stop pretending as though things are 'alright'! I know how much mom meant to you, not just as a wife, but as your last, living friend!" The hybrid daughter now had one claw on her father's chest, almost at the verge of tears herself.

Spike just frowned. "Lav, sweetie, I'm fine-"

"BULL SHIT!" She threw herself into him and began to sob. "I... I just wanted to see you smile again. Smile like you did when I was a baby. I-" Lavender's breath hitched. "I wanted to smile too. I wanted-"

Spike finished for her, understanding his daughter's thoughts. "-to know if we could still be family, even without mom."

 

Gently, Spike laid his daughter back down, holding her close. "Lavender, thank you. For trying to take care of your old man. Even if it was in a weird and somewhat painful sort of way."

"Can you show me how not to make it painful?" Lavender asked after a long silence.

"You really want to do this with your dad?" His answer was a furious nod. "oh, boy. Rarity always said I spoiled you too much."

She took the initiative and once more began to nipple, to suck, to kiss, and lick the spot where he father's neck and shoulders met, eliciting an almost inaudible groan of pleasure from his throat while his hands slid down to Lavender's hips and gently parted her legs.

 

A jolt of pleasure ran through her, warmth washed through her, and she began to writhe as she felt her father's claws, gently stroking her folds, each teasing, feathery touch drew out more nectars from her womb. Powerful sensations rocked her when she felt his claws caress a small point just above her entrance, causing her to bite down on Spike's shoulder and whimper until she could regain herself.

Spike didn't let up one bit, every twitch of his claws pulled a knot in his daughter's stomach tighter and tighter, fires burning inside, reaching a fevered pitch as he pushed inside her folds and simply tapped a point that lit every nerve inside Lavender.

"DADDY!" She cried loud enough to echo through the whole house while clutching her father for life as fire began to pour out from her sex and her hips locked against Spike's.

Slowly, the orgasmic has receded and Lavender felt her father's hands running over her mane. "Feel better, baby girl?" The words hit her slightly be she remained confident. "Not yet..." She said and slinked low and grinned.

 

"Whoa! Lav, you don't have to force yourself-" She squeezed it just a hard enough to quiet him. "hush, let your daughter take care of you..." Then, gently as she could she wrapped her tongue just around the tip and took deep into her throat, moaning happily as she could feel the precum dribbling from the tip. With a flourish, she released her father's tip and drew her head back, till her lips only held the head and spent several moments suckling it while running her tongue along the veins she could feel.

If her mouth weren't occupied, she would have grinned watching her father's eyes roll back and his whole body twitch helplessly under her affections. Another long moan sent reverberations into his shaft and a firm grasp of her claws denied her father release. "Not yet." Lavender whispered.

Sliding herself back up, she guided Spike's length between her still dripping thighs and set the tip at her entrance, whimpering as the contact lit up her still sensitive flesh.

 

"Lavender." Spike breathed between gasps while his hands slowly came up to help guide his hybrid child. "I love you."

"I love you too, daddy." Lavender whimpered as she slowly lowered herself onto Spike's length. Inch by inch she writhed, she mewled, and gasped. She never saw her father's teasing grin before he jerked his hips, hitting that same point inside his daughter he had made her come with using her claws. The reaction was instantaneous, lavender doubled over and sobbed her second orgasm wracked her body, but through the pleasured haze she sent her father the best 'glare' she could that said without words "you dirty sneak!"

Against her instincts, the hybrid moved her hips in tight, fast, and desperate circles, squeezing her Spike for all she could to bring him with her over the edge. She felt the flesh inside her throb, then heard her father scream her name as he locked their hips and filled Lavender with his seed. The two rode the orgasm together, blinded by mutual pleasure before exhaustion left them on the bed, gasping for air.

"Feeling better, daddy?" The hybrid asked and was met with a genuinely warm smile from the dragon father. "I don't know... I think I could always use some more cheering up from a devoted daughter." Which made her chance a blink and noticed her Spike was still erect. Slowly, she grinned. "Well then, I think I can spend as much time as needed to make my dear old dad happy." She replied and straddled the dragon once more.

 

Some months later, before a beautiful, and well kept grave, one of six like, topped with a small diamond, Lavender and Spike stood with a nervous expression. "Hey, guys, it's been awhile. I wanted to let you all know, everything's been going well. Princess Celestia might be going a bit crazy since she's looking into alternate dimensions. Can you believe that?" Silence was their answer and Lavender chose to speak up. "Mom, I want to admit that I've fallen in love with dad... And he loves me too. I'm not going to ask for your permission because if I waited for that, I'd be in the ground with you before I got it but... I want to promise you, I don't want to replace you."

"She won't, any of you. Lavender and I, well, it's not like my friendship with you guys, or my love for you, Rarity. It's different." They both fell silent as a gentle wind blew through, affectionate and caressing, originating from regions beyond.

"I also wanted to share with you a new bit of information." There seemed to be genuine anticipation in the air. Lavender stood up on her hind legs, revealing a firm bulge in her stomach and smiled. "It seems I'm not completely infertile afterall."