Spike walked down the street, looking at the long row of houses in front of him. He glanced back down at the phone, making sure that he was heading towards the right address. Rarity had given it to him right after inviting him over through texts, so that they could talk about a reward for his time with Octavia. He’d tried to insist that it wasn’t necessary, but she’d countered that his generosity deserved a bit of generosity in turn.

The cul-de-sac that Rarity lived in was the typical suburban neighborhood. Every house had been made almost exactly the same, with the dimensions altered slightly based on the lot. It was a little further down the mountain than the usual wealth and opulence of Canterlot, but close enough that it was still considered upper-middle class at least. The only thing really differentiating the houses from one another was what was sitting on their front lawn or their driveway. In one was a swing set, a small T-ball stand, and a host of bikes leaning against the outside of their garage. Another had two large SUVs sitting out in the middle of their driveway, suggesting a large family, but had none of the niceties that a typical family would have on their lawn. Yet another didn’t have anything on their lawn at all, and all of the blinds were pulled closed.

Rarity’s house, located at the very end of the neighborhood, was a touch more modest. Like all the other houses, it was a two-story family home, with a spacious front yard, a small car sitting just outside its garage. The grass was just a little bit taller than the houses sitting across and next to it. The car was a slightly older model than those drive by the families in the heart of the neighborhood. The paint on the outside was a touch faded and there was no evidence that it had been retouched in a long while.

He smiled a little bit and gave it another once over before checking his phone. Rarity had warned him about her family getting giddy with her having a boy come to visit in her latest text. Spike walked up to the door, pocketed his phone and took a deep breath before gently knocking. He blinked, hearing some music from inside. Slow jazz, it sounded like? Pretty loud too, if he could hear it clearly from outside the door. After a few more moments, and no one coming to the door, he knocked at the door a bit more firmly, and loudly.

The music died down a little bit and he knocked a third time, thinking that he’d gotten their attention. Finally, he started to hear the sound of someone approaching and smiled as the door was opened wide. He was greeted by an older mare with a large, poofy mane, and a wide, wide smile. “Well hey there!” she greeted.

“Um, hi,” he greeted, shyly. “My name’s Spike. I’m a friend of Rarity’s.”

“Oh yeah, she did mention she’d have a little friend coming over! Wasn’t expecting a dragon of all things! C’mon in! No need to stand out here in the cold!”

“Er, well, actually, it’s pretty nice outside todaAAAY!” he yelped as she grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, quickly, shutting the door behind him. He blinked as he was led over to the couch and told to sit down. “You just wait right there, I’m going to go and let Rarity know that you’re here.”

“Um… yeah, sure,” he said. “Uh, I don’t think I caught your name, by the way.”

“Oh me? My name’s Cookie Crumbles,” she said happily. “Nice to meet you, Spike!”

“Likewise,” he said, still trying to get his head on straight after the sudden shift into the house.

He glanced around after his head stopped spinning. Cookie smiled at him as she walked out of the room, towards a staircase he could see in the next hall over. As he tilted his head, he saw filly sitting on the couch next to him. She looked around the age of a tween, he guessed. She was half slumped backwards on the couch, her feet dangling off the side as she kicked them back and forth in a display of boredom. A half eaten bag of chips sat at her side, and the television remote balanced on her stomach as she sat there, looking very much like a lump on a log. The TV was broadcasting a rerun of a slightly older show, Druid’s Day. Spike had seen a few episodes, it was one of his mother’s favorite soap operas.

He wasn’t sure it was the sort of thing that was appropriate for a younger pony to be watching at this point. “Uh, hi there,” he greeted.

“Hey,” she said, glancing over at him. “You’re Spike, right?” her voice lacked any sort of curiosity, it mostly just sounded like she was trying to confirm something that she’d heard said earlier.

“Yeah. Are you Rarity’s sister?”

“Yep,” she said with a nod, offering him a hand as the TV went to a commercial break. “Sweetie Belle.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said, taking her hand and giving it a shake.

“You too. So, you’re my sister’s squeeze?”

“Er, w-well, I don’t know if I’d put it like that,” he said, blushing gently. “But I am a pretty good friend to her if that’s what you mean.”

“Uh-huh,” she said with a nod. “Right.” She smirked.

He blushed a bit more, glancing over as he heard her mother calling upstairs. “Rarity, dear, your friend Spike’s here!”

“I’ll be right there!” she called back.

“Better hurry, you don’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting, hon!”

“Mooom,” Rarity whined, “Don’t call him that, he’s just a friend who happens to be a boy!” And then, after a brief pause, “Oh, and don’t let dad hear this, you know how he gets about boys being over here.”

“Did somebody say something about boys?” an unfamiliar voice echoed from somewhere else in the house.

Cookie chuckled gently. “Nothing you need to worry about dear! Just a friend of Rarity’s come to visit.” She smirked a little wide. “A friend who happens to be a boy!”

There were several loud, rapid thumps, like the sound of someone jogging through the house in bare feet as fast as they could reasonably do without accidentally slamming into something. A large stallion, with pure white fur, like his daughters, and a deep brown mane and tail (as well as a luxurious, bushy mustache) burst into the room, glancing around. His eyes were narrowed suspiciously, but he had a light, playful grin on his face. “Alright, where’s the boy who thinks he’s taking my baby girl away from me?”

Sweetie Belle helpfully pointed a finger towards the dragon sitting next to her. “Right here, dad.”

The stallion glanced at the young dragon, who gave his wings a light, self-conscious flap. He set one big, meaty palm against his side and walked towards him. He was a big stallion, with tough, muscled looking arms and a thick neck, though the paunch he was sporting on his front suggested someone who used to work out, but wasn’t really doing much of that anymore. “So you’re the dragon that my daughter’s been talkin’ about lately?”

“Um… yessir,” Spike said, coughing lightly. “N-nothing but good things, I hope.”

“Yep. But I gotta ask what yer intentions with my daughter are.”

“Oh um…” Spike smiled, rubbing the back of his head lightly. “No need to worry sir, I’m just here for a friendly visit, I promise.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I figured!” he reached forward and clapped Spike on the shoulder. “Just gotta be a dad, all the same though. The name’s Hondo Flanks, by the way. Seriously though, don’t try anything with her and we’ll get along fine, yeah?”

“O-Of course. I’m not that kind of guy. I promise.” No need to bring up how often he’d seen Rarity’s bare butt at this point. Her bare, RED butt, he reminded himself. Gods, he had to put those thoughts away. The last thing he needed right now was to explain to her father why he was blushing so hard…

Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about the moment becoming awkward as Rarity came down the stairs. She was wearing some comfortable looking pajama bottoms, obviously custom made, as they had her cutie mark pattern all along their legs, and a bright blue button-up shirt that matched with her eyes. He did blush a bit as he saw her smiling at him and he smiled back.

“Hello Spike. Thanks for coming.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure. And it’s uh, nice to meet your family as well.” He motioned to her father and her sister. Her mother had apparently headed back to the kitchen, where he caught a vague whiff of something baking. Cookies, perhaps? Yeah, definitely smelt like cookies, and that would definitely go with her name.

Rarity nodded and walked over, taking his hand. “Well, I’m just going to take Spike up to my room for a little while and-”

“Whoa there, little missy,” Hondo said quickly, walking over. “I don’t mind you bringing a friend around like this, but I don’t think I’m very comfortable with you being alone in a room with him.”

“Dad, it isn’t like I’m going to try anything sexual with him! That would be quite foolish of me, doing something like that when everyone is home. Not that’d I’d do it when you weren’t home either, I’m a proper lady after all.”

“Well, I suppose… but if he spends too much time up there, I’m comin’ up to check.”

“Dad, please, there’s no reason to invade my privacy,” she said with a light huff.

“No need to get huffy with your father,” Cookie called. “Just don’t give him a reason to come up there and tan your hide, hon.”

Rarity’s face flushed in embarrassment. “Mother! Hush!” she whined.

“Scuse me?” her mother asked, peeking in from the kitchen, raising a brow at her daughter.

“Er… uh… I-I’ll be down later for dinner!” she said, quickly grabbing Spike’s hand and quickly pulling him up the flight of stairs towards her room. He didn’t resist as she pulled him up into an upper hallway. At the end, there were two doors sitting across from one another, one with an elaborately carved sign, reading ‘Rarity’ in cursive script. The other door bore a similar sign, but in a far more scratchy and informal script read ‘Sweetie Belle.’

Rarity, of course, opened up the door with her name on it, and tugged Spike inside. The dragon tilted his head as he looked around. He’d expected something a lot more organized than what he was seeing. The floor was covered in threads and fabrics of all sizes and descriptions. A huge shelf covered one wall, from one side to the other, full of various tinker and tailor equipment, extra needles, unopened thread, some measuring tape, some brand new yard-long sheets of fabric, notepads and sketchbooks of various sizes, pencils and pens, everything that anyone could ever want when it came to tailoring, costume design, and so forth.

Spike carefully stepped over several of the small pieces littering the ground. “Wow, um… I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Expecting what?”

“I mean, you strike me as a very organized mare everywhere else. Well, not to the point of Twilight, that’s for sure, but… I would have thought that this place would have been in a better state than this.”

“Oh well, actually, this is my version of organization. I just can’t seem to concentrate on my projects if I have the space around me completely organized and clean. Everything has its place here. I call it organized chaos.” She grinned a little bit and walked through the room, easily stepping through the chaos around her, with the gait and speed of someone who had done this several thousand times before. “So, come on in!” she said with a small smile.

Spike smiled and followed after her, careful to avoid stepping on anything in front of him. When he got to the bed, he sat down on it next to her. He frowned, realizing that the bed itself was rather small. Well, small for him. It would fit Rarity, just so, but it didn’t seem to be designed for more than one person to lay down on at any one time. “Well, if you enjoy it being like this, I’m certainly not going to tell you not to have it like this.”

“But it sort of sets off your OCD, does it?”

“Yeah, if I’m honest, Twilight sort of rubbed off on me like that. I just like a nice, organized area where everything has its place.”

“I admit, my parents don’t have an appreciation for my methods. But it just makes my work so much easier. I know where everything is, I know what I need, and I love feeling like I’m always making progress on something. And keeping everything messy like this just helps with that.”

“Well, you have a better mind for it than I do,” he complimented. “Is your sister the same?”

“Sweetie Belle? Well, she's messy, but not for any artistic reasons. It doesn't help that she's a little ball of energy,” she said with a titter.

The drake raised his brow hearing that. “She looked like she had as much energy as a bag of wet flour when I talked to her.”

Rarity bit her lip for a moment. “Right, well... Sweetie had a long and unproductive day, so she's in a bit of a mood. Normally she's far more chipper and ever so curious, I assure you.

“Well, maybe I'll catch her in better spirits next time.” For a moment, he just ran his hand along the edge of the bed as the two of them smiled at one another. “So,” he said after another moment of silence, glancing up at her, “What exactly… did you want to talk about?”

“Well, like I said, I wanted to figure out something that I could give you as a reward for what you did for Octavia.”

“It’s really not necessary,” Spike said. “I mean, I didn’t even really do much. The most I did was get her and Vinyl in the same space. The DJ did most of the work.”

“Yes, but you still instigated the meeting, which is definitely worth something,” she said. “Come on, Spike, there must be SOMETHING you want.”

Spike sighed a little bit. “Really, I can’t think of anything that I want for this. It was just a favor for a friend.”

She blushed softly. “A friend?”

“W-well I mean, we are friends right? C-close friends, but I… well, er…”

She laughed softly. “Easy, Spike, I know what you meant, I was just having a bit of fun.”

Still flustered, the dragon cleared his throat and adjusted his wings a little bit. “Oh… w-well…”

She reached over and squeezed his hand, sliding closer to him. “Actually, I know, exactly what a good reward will be. It’s nothing fancy, but I think you’re going to like it.”

“W-well, what did you have in mind?” he asked.

“Well, it involves you, and me, and something quite special…” she grinned and leaned forward a bit more. “Something that will let you see a different side to me.”

Spike’s head immediately went to several different unsavory areas. Despite knowing that she was probably not referring to any sort of activity he was thinking about, his mind couldn’t help but go there, and it flustered him. “Uh, well I, I mean… um… uh...

She giggled gently and leaned forward. “Come here, Spike,” she whispered. “And I’ll show you your rewa-”

The door to her room suddenly burst open, making both of them jump a little bit, Rarity quickly shifting away from Spike a few inches and Spike leaning his head back, hands in the air as though the police were raiding them. “Hey Rarity, dear,” Cookie Crumbles announced as she walked in, a small plate in her hands, “I just wanted to check in and see if you wanted something to eat!” She paused when she saw the two of them slide away from one another on the bed and raised a brow, a small smirk coming to her face. “Oho, and what’s going on over here?”

“Nothing mother!” Rarity said, a scowl appearing on her face. “And I would thank you very much if you didn’t try to break down my door when you wanted to ask me something!”

“Aw c’mon, hon, I wasn’t that rough with the door, it’s taken a lot worse before, and sides, I just wanted to see if you and your guest wanted a little snack!” She smirked. “So… really, what was going on in here?”

“That is NONE of your concern!” Rarity said, louder than was necessary, her face heating up fiercely. “Now please leave! We don’t need anything to eat, thank you!”

“Really? Because I could’ve sworn you were getting a little cuddly with him when I first got in here.” She tilted her head around the room. “And I coulda sworn your father and I had asked you to clean this place up a little bit yesterday.”

“I’ve already explained to you, mother, that this is my inspiration room, and the mess here isn’t actually a mess, it’s-”

Her mother gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes, though she had that same patient smile on her face. “Hon, you’ve explained it to me before, and I get that you’ve got a whole avant-gard thing going with your room and whatnot, but it REALLY makes it hard for me when I try to bring the vacuum up here.

“Well, you’re just going to have to deal with this, because this is my work!” she said, stomping her foot.

“Excuse me?” her mother asked, her smile fading at last. “Rarity, you watch your tone, hon, there is no reason for you to talk like that to your mother.

“Well then maybe my mother shouldn’t be jumping into my room when I’m trying to have a conversation with a friend and then start criticizing the way that I want to live my life, okay?”

“Rarity, you curb that attitude right now,” she warned. “Or else.”

“Or else what?” she asked.

“You know very much ‘or else’ young lady.” the voice of her father declared as he walked into the room.

Rarity groaned a bit. “Dad what are YOU doing here too?”

“Got concerned when I heard your voices starting to rise from downstairs.”

Rarity blushed. “Oh… were we really getting that loud?” she asked, glancing over at Spike for confirmation.

The dragon shrugged and rubbed the back of his head. “Well… I didn’t really want to say anything. Not my place to get in on family affairs, you know.” He cleared his throat.

“Well still, you could have said something,” she huffed. “Anyway, could you all please get out of my room now?” she asked, pointing to the door. “I just want to finish talking with my friend here!”

“And what were you talking about?” Hondo asked, raising a brow.

“NOTHING!” she said. “Geez! Mom, Dad, you’re embarrassing me in front of Spike!”

“Rarity!” her father snapped firmly, “Watch your tone. Your mother and I don’t take that sort of behavior lightly, you know that!”

“Well I wouldn’t be behaving like this if the two of you would just respect my boundaries!”

“Tsk, she really is a teenager,” Cookie said with a soft sigh.

“Well, she just needs a little reminder about the fact that she’s our little girl too,” Hondo said, sliding further into the room, pushing the things on the floor aside with his feet as he advanced on Rarity.

She gasped loudly. “Dad, everything in here was placed just so! It’s going to take me forever just to get it right again!”

“I can appreciate you wanting to keep a mess where it is, dear, but your mother and I DID tell you to clean this place up before, so that we could vacuum it while you were at school. Artist or not, you aren’t going to be keeping our house looking like a pig sty.”

Rarity tossed her mane back. “Pig sty?! Dad, this was-”

“Organized chaos, yep, I heard you the first time you said it, hon,” he said, reaching out and taking her arm. “But you still got that attitude. Just because you’re an artist, does not mean you get to speak that way to your parents, especially when we ask you to do something and you don’t do it.”

“Eep!” she gasped as her father gently pulled her forward, back towards the bed. “Dad no! Not while I have a friend over!” she whined, trying to pull away.

Hondo kept a firm hold on her, shaking his head. “We’ve been over this before, when you had those nice cheerleaders over in middle school, young lady. It’s been a while since we’ve had this talk, but it seems you need a refresher. If you don’t want your punishment to be in front of your friends, then you shouldn’t have put on that sort of attitude in public.” He stopped in front of the bed, ignoring his daughter’s attempts to wriggle out of his grip. “Mind steppin’ off and giving me some space, Spike?”

Blushing deeper, the dragon slowly pulled himself up off the bed and shuffled over to the side, giving the large stallion plenty of room as he sat down and yanked the unfortunate mare over his knee, centering her backside over his lap as she started to flail and kick. Spike gulped a little bit as he realized that he was seeing her get spanked. Again.

Without a single shred of pomp and circumstance, her father grabbed Rarity’s bottoms and easily yanked them down, all the way to her knees, leaving her buttocks quite bare and quite vulnerable. Spike couldn’t help but notice the way her cheeks wobbled with how quickly they were exposed. He gulped and squirmed again as he looked over her pristine and soft they looked. Not a single mark on it… for now.

“Daddy no!” she begged. “Please, Spike’s watching!”

Spike immediately shifted his gaze away as she pointed that out. But his eyes inevitably wandered back to the scene next to him once the sound of palm against butt started to fill the room. He gulped a bit as he watched her butt bounce and wobble, Rarity bucking and squirming, her legs kicking down against the bed under her with a nice, loud whump.

“So, Spike,” Cookie said, grabbing his attention. “What are you planning to study in school?”

“Uh…” caught off guard, the dragon took a few moments to process the question. “W-well, I’m mostly just doing my general studies right now,” he noted, speaking a bit louder so as not to be drowned out by the yelps and cries and pleas of the mare being spanked just a few feet away from him. “I’m… n-not really sure sure what I’ll be studying after that.”

“Well, you’ve still got time. I’m sure you’ll figure something out, right?”

“Y-yeah, I suppose,” he said, glancing to the side, squirming, feeling a touch uncomfortable trying to carry on a regular conversation while his friend was getting her tail tanned next to him. Well, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen her get spanked of course, but the situation felt strange, off-putting.

WHAP! SMACK! SPLAT! SLAP!

“EEP! OW! NUU! DADDY! OUCH!”

Spike winced a little bit as the spanking continued, but he felt obligated to continue the conversation now. How often did this happen that her mother was totally unfazed by this? “So um… did you study baking in school?” he asked.

“Oh, no actually,” she said with a smile, putting a hand on her hip. “You might not believe this, but I was actually a chemistry major. But I found baking to be a certain kind of chemistry, and I just sort of took to it.”

“And uh… how’d you meet your husband?” he asked.

SMACK! WHAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“Aww! OW! Daddy, no! Not the sit spots!”

Cookie thought about it for a moment. “Well, he was working a side job as a security intern at the time. Turns out, I got a little gung ho in the chemistry lab one day, and wouldn’t you know it, caused a bit of a smoke-out. No one was hurt, thankfully, but I did ruin a lot of really expensive equipment.”

“Luckily, I was the one who find you, darling,” Hondo said with a smirk, though he didn’t look up from his work on Rarity’s behind.

“Oh, yes, that was very lucky.” She smiled. “He agreed to report that it was just a freak accident for me, and keep it off my record, since I was already in hot water for a few things I’d done before. I was a bit of a wild child back then.”

“Yup, but you gotta tell him what you got in exchange, dear.”

Cookie blushed and laughed. “Well, he took stock of the damage and told me that I was going to get a spanking. One spank with a paddle for every dollar of damage.”

SPANK! SMACK! SPANK! SMACK!

“WAAH! DAAAD! OWWW!” Rarity bucked and writhed harder, reaching back to try and defend her butt as she writhed. Her father didn’t miss a beat and quickly grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them to her back, on top of her tail, and just continued to smack and whap at her after making sure she was secure.

Spike cleared his throat, the story Cookie was telling, combined with the spanking nearby caused some very risque thoughts to start cropping up in his head. “H-how… long did it take you to pay that off?” he asked.

“Dunno,” she said with a shrug. “We both stopped counting after the first thousand. But just to make sure, we have a little session now and then,” she snickered.

“O-oh…” Spike coughed gently. “I see.”

“Now honey, no need to go around telling others about that,” Hondo chuckled, glancing at Rarity’s backside and bringing the spanking to a close with one more powerful blow to the center of each cheek. Her buttocks gave one last firm wobble, and her red cheeks throbbed gently. “Hmmm, I think this is enough,” he said gently.

“Y-yes, it is enough!” Rarity whined, squeaking as her mother reached over and gave her a soft swat, making her whine again.

“You aren’t the one who gets to decide that, young lady,” her mother scolded. “But I do agree with your father. That looks fine to me. You aren’t going to get an attitude with us again, are you?”

“No mom! I promise!”

“Good,” she said with a nod. “Now, corner time, young lady.”

“Mom, please, noo…” she whined.

SWAT!

“Ack! Oww, okay, okay, I’m getting up,” Rarity mumbled, slowly pulling herself up off of her father’s lap, a pout firmly planted on her face. Spike noted that she laced her fingers together, probably in an effort to keep from reaching back and rubbing her bottom. She shuffled her way over to the corner of her room and placed both hands on her head, raising her tail out of the way, showing off her backside, her face almost as red as her bottom.

Her father stood up and shuffled over to her night stand, reaching into it and producing a small egg timer. He set it for ten minutes and set it down on the edge of the stand. It started to loudly tick down. “All right, we’re all done here,” Hondo said. “Don’t move before the bell sounds. We’ll call you for dinner, dear.”

“Yes, papa,” she sniffled.

Nodding, both of them started to walk towards the exit, Cookie stopping and smiling to Spike again. “I really enjoyed talking to you, Spike. We should talk together again soon.”

“Um… s-sure,” Spike said gently, sitting back down on the bed, feeling a tad weak in the knees.

Nodding, Cookie and Hondo slowly walked out, closing the door behind them. Spike could hear the sound of them walking away and then down the stairs again. Once they were a good distance away, Rarity let out a breath and stepped out of the corner immediately, rubbing at her bottom, grumbling inelegantly.

Spike blinked in surprise, glancing at the timer for a moment before looking back to her. “Um…”

“Oh don’t worry, Spike,” she said at last. “It isn’t like they’re going to come back and check on me,” she said.

“I would have thought that they would.”

“They trust me to stick to my punishments,” she muttered. “Though I think I’d prefer if they’d at least come back and check on me afterwards.”

“They don’t even give you aftercare?” he asked, surprised.

“Oh, no, not at all,” she said with a sigh, moving to her night stand and pulling out a small bottle of cooling lotion. “But I’ve gotten used to handling it for myself.”

Spike frowned deeper. “That sounds… mmph.” He shook his head. He’d been spanked growing up. But afterwards, his mother had always made sure to draw him close, hold him tight, and let him cry, let him feel better, before assuring him that all was forgiven, especially when she brought out a cold, wet cloth, or some lotion, and would gently apply it to his hot, stinging scales. To not have that after a punishment, especially after one delivered by family? He found that incredibly disappointing.

He made a decision. He stood up as Rarity approached and snatched the lotion from her before she could start to squeeze it out into her hand. “Come here,” he said gently, sitting down and patting his lap.

Rarity blushed deeply, covering her front as she realized her pajamas and panties were still down around her ankles. “S-spike, you… you don’t have to, really.”

“No, I want to,” he told her with a small smile. “You asked me before what you could give me for helping out with Octavia. Well, now I know what I want. I want to help you out right now. Lotioning your own rear can be a bit of a pain. So let me handle it for you, okay?”

She continued to blush, but she gave him a grateful smile. “We’ll be in a lot of trouble if my mother or father come up and catch us.”

“Probably, but you said it yourself, right? They aren’t going to be coming back up to look at you for a while more, are they?”

“I suppose that is true, yes.” She nodded and moved towards him, carefully lowering herself back over his knee, back into the vulnerable position she’d been in before.

Spike cleared his throat and took a deep breath to keep a handle on his libido as he stared down at her thick, soft rear as she wiggled it back and forth, trying to get comfortable. It was a tad swollen from all the attention it had been given. He popped open the lotion bottle. “Ready?” he asked.

She nodded. “Ready.” She lifted her tail out of the way, giving him full access to it.

Breathing softly, he hovered the lotion bottle over her rump and gave it a careful squeeze, some of the white cream drizzling out onto her cheeks. She let out a gasp and a relieved moan as the cream made contact with her sore, sensitive tush. Spike did the same with her opposite cheek, letting a generous dollop of the stuff cover the center of each cheek. He set the container to the side and smiled, carefully sliding one hand over each cheek, spreading the cream out nice and careful. He felt her tense a bit as his cool hands traveled over her hot fur, but she didn’t struggle or squirm, and it didn’t take long before she relaxed completely over his lap, letting out a sigh of bliss. “Ahh… that feels wonderful.”

Spike smiled, trying his best to control his own blushing and breathing as his fingers trailed along her backside, trying his best to keep the massage gentle for the sake of her bottom. “It does,” he muttered.

“Mmm? Did you say something, Spike?”

“Not at all,” he said, shaking his head, sliding his fingers down along her sit spots, careful to get a good bit of the lotion along that more sensitive area of her buttocks. She moaned and squirmed a bit more, but didn’t try to wiggle away. Instead, she seemed to lift her rear towards his hands, welcoming his ministrations as he made sure to rub and caress the lotion as deep into her fur as he could, right down to her blistered skin.

She let out one last sigh and went totally limp against him. He smiled and wiped off the excess lotion onto his own arms before rubbing her back a few times, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Spike raised his head as the timer went off, indicating that it had been a full ten minutes. He reached over and stopped its ringing, depositing it back in the drawer before helping Rarity to stand up. “Are you all right?” he asked her gently.

“Just fine,” she whispered. “Better than that, in fact. I feel wonderful after that. Thank you so much, Spike.” She bent forward, carefully shuffling up her bottoms.

“Hey… well… thanks for letting me do it,” he mumbled, slowly standing up and giving her hand a squeeze. “I promise, no talk about this with anyone else.”

“I know,” she said with a nod. “I trust you.” She pulled him forward and hugged him tightly, giving him a soft, loving nuzzle. “Thanks again.”

“No problem. Sorry this visit didn’t go quite how you wanted it to,” he said.

“It’s fine. It was embarrassing, but it turned out just fine. And hey, you even got to name your own reward, in addition to what I was going to give you.”

“In addition to…” he blinked. “Ohhh, right, you were about to show me something you were going to give to me. Rarity, you really don’t have to, I mean, I’d be more than satisfied with… with uh…”

“Touching my butt?” she asked, raising a brow at him.

“W-well, when you say it like that.”

She laughed again and reached into her nightstand drawer, producing one small, paper ticket. “I’ve been holding onto this for a while. It's for a fashion show.” She waved it towards him. “I worked all summer on some designs for the fall show, and they were impressed enough with my designs that they wanted me there, and even sent me a free ticket to it for a friend. I was rather hoping you’d be willing to come with me as my plus one?” she asked.

He smiled wide. “You don’t even have to ask! I’d love to go! When is it?”

“Oh, not for a while yet. Which is good, because I’d like to go to an event when my bottom is not smarting so badly.” She blushed. “Incidentally… er, please, no word of this to anyone else?” she asked. “The whole, parent spanking and you lotioning my butt?”

“O-of course not.” He shook his head.

“Great.” She smiled gently. “Do you want to hang out for a little while longer? Maybe… talk a bit more?”

“I’d love to… and honestly, the cookies that your mom brought up here did look really good.”

“My mother does bake some extraordinary treats, yes.” She smiled. “Come on, let’s go downstairs and get some before my pig of a sister decides to hog the entire plate for herself.”

“Sure.” He offered her his arm and she grinned gently, taking it. Arm in arm, the two of them stepped over the now shifted mess in front of them and walked back out of her room, eager for conversation and cookies.