Spike certainly felt a lot calmer as he approached the history classroom. The walk had allowed him to clear his mind of any lingering fantasies and work out the resulting stiffness in his limbs. He entered the classroom to discover that everyone was still chatting about as they tried to find their seats. Ms. Harshwhinny was at the front of the class, writing a few things on the chalk board. Spike smiled and slipped in past her, and found a seat between Pinkie and a purple unicorn mare currently absorbed in a book she was holding in front of her face. “Hey Pinkie,” Spike said. “How’d your first period go?”

“Eh, pretty uneventful,” she said with a shrug. “Wandered around, tried to break into the cafeteria’s cupcake closet again, got my butt beat by Zesty, showed off my tush to some boys who were teasing me for getting spanked, made em all fall over with I wiggled my bubble rump.” She shrugged. “For me, it’s Tuesday.”

“But Pinkie… it’s Monday,” Spike pointed out, blushing and scratching his head. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Pinkie’s ass before. He had never before met a pony who was so open about her body. She’d probably come to school naked if she could get away with it.

Pinkie shrugged. “Yeah, but it feels like Tuesday. Anyway, how was yours?”

“How was…” he coughed and blushed a little. “Pretty… uneventful, heh.”

Pinkie raised a brow and her small smile grew into a full grown grin as she leaned in close to him. “You saw something,” she said.

“N-no, not at all!” he said, shaking his head, looking around to try and change the subject. His eyes came to rest on the purple unicorn beside him and he gently pat her shoulder. “Hey Twilight, glad to see you! We sort of missed you at the opening ceremony!”

The unicorn jumped at the contact and gently laid her book down in front of her, laying a book mark between the pages before closing it. “Oh, hi, Spike,” she greeted with a soft smile. “I didn’t see you sit down. When did you get here.”

“You never see anything when you’re reading,” he teased lightly. “I just got here a minute ago. Did you even notice that the warning bell sounded?”

She blinked, blushed, and then shook her head. “Er… no, I didn’t,” she mumbled, rubbing the back of her head with a laugh.

“Hehe, good thing Spike snapped you out of it before the class started,” Pinkie said, pointing to the chalkboard, where Ms. Harshwhinny was just finishing her writing. It was a list of rules for the class to follow, with the consequence of a public spanking underlined at the bottom of the list.

“Y-yeah,” she mumbled. “That uh, wouldn’t be that good of a way to start the day.”

“Specially the first day of school,” Spike said, craning his head to try and look at the book she was reading. “What were you so interested in that it was taking your attention away from school anyway?” he asked.

Twilight quickly slid the book away and placed it delicately into her backpack, smiling at him. “Just some light fiction,” she said with a shrug.

He raised a brow, but nodded and shrugged. “Uh huh. Wasn’t one of your mom’s books again, was it?” he asked.

She blushed deeper. “I learned my lesson about reading books like ‘A Bed of Feathers’ in public.” She rolled her eyes and huffed a little bit.

Spike and Pinkie both chuckled gently at her, but their attention was quickly drawn back to the front of the classroom as Ms. Harshwhinny tapped a ruler loudly against her palm. In fact, the entire class quickly silenced themselves and turned back to the front of the room. “Good to see that the summer months haven’t degraded your attention too harshly,” she said with a nod. “Well, welcome back. I hope you all had a productive summer, because we’re going to be launching right into it. You’re all growing up, so your workload is going to increase accordingly.” At the sound of groans, she rolled her eyes and tapped her palm again, silencing the over-exaggerated whines. “But before that… we have a new student starting here.” Her eyes scanned the classroom. “Would you please come to the front of the class and introduce yourself?”

The eyes of the classroom turned in unison at the sound of a chair being pushed out and the clap of hard soles against the tiled floor as the new student started to walk forward, towards the front of the class. Almost immediately, the movements of this student were accompanied by a string of whispers and gasps and questions.

“Hey, isn’t that…”

“No way, it can’t be her.”

“But she looks like her…”

“But why is she…”

“She doesn’t need to go to school does she?”

“Why isn’t she wearing the proper uniform?”

The student either didn’t acknowledge or didn’t hear them as she moved forward. Spike wasn’t really interested in what all the whispering was about, but he was curious what she looked like.

He wasn’t disappointed in that department.

Her long, curled hair and tail trailed behind her, swaying softly with her motions, streaked in dark indigo and dark opal, her immaculately maintained coat a bright, grayish Aquamarine. Her figure was best described as ‘perfect hourglass’ with wide, pretty hips, and a slightly thin but healthy middle, and a top that seemed perfectly balanced to the rest of her. He imagined that under the dark gray skirt and black T-shirt she was wearing, she probably had a few creases in just the right places. Kind of like Pinkie… he blushed as that thought crossed his mind and he shook it to try and stop comparing what he thought the two girls would look like naked. He didn’t need another boner right now.

Her bright, opal eyes were firm, confident and determined, and she had a bright smile to match that confidence as she stopped and turned towards the class. She bowed her head lightly to them. “It’s nice to meet you all,” she said, her voice carrying a soft, musical lilt to it as she easily projected it forward. Shyness was evidently not an issue here. “My name is Coloratura, but you can all just call me Rara. I think I’d prefer that.”

“You can’t be THAT Coloratura, can you?” someone from the back of the room called, causing Harshwhinny to send a warning glare their way.

Rara smiled a little bit and nodded. “I am actually,” she said, though without any hint of arrogance. “Yes, I am the pop idol Countess Coloratura, and I’m sure it seems weird to see me here. But I am still young, and even with my singing career, I do still have to try and earn a decent education. I was basically home schooled for most of my time on the road, but my parents decided it would be good for me to go to a proper school for the last few years of high school.” She glanced down at herself, noticing several pairs of eyes looking over her clothes. “Oh these? Er yeah, well, some of you might know that I just finished up a pretty big tour in Neighpon, and I just barely got back in time to get ready for the school year. A few things slipped through the cracks, one of which being ordering my uniforms. Principal Celestia was nice enough to give me some leeway on that, and has allowed me to wear normal clothes until they get here, so long as they fit with the other aspects of the dress code.” She finished with a light curtsy to the class, making a few of the other girls giggle. “I’m looking forward to being a part of your class. Thanks for having me.”

“Well said, young lady,” Harshwhinny said with a nod, motioning back to her desk. “You may take your seat. Welcome to Galaxia High.” She cleared her throat and picked up a large text book from her desk. “All right, enough dallying, let’s actually get to what you’re here for, children. Take out your textbooks and let’s start by going over the start of the Unicorn Empire, heralded by Princess Platinum I.”

More groans were heard, but they were subdued as the sound of textbooks being plopped onto desks and pages being rustled were heard. But as Spike was opening his book, he felt Pinkie nudging him from the side. “Wow, can you believe it?” she whispered. “We’ve got an actual pop idol in our class! And she’s like… normal and stuff! This is almost as awesome as if Sapphire Shores were in our class too!”

Twilight leaned over to glance at Pinkie and whispered back, “Pinkie, two things… one, just because she’s got a star-level career before finishing high school doesn’t mean she’s not normal. It just means she’s got a grasp on her special talent. And two, Sapphire Shores is the choral teacher here.”

“Well, yeah, but that’s not IN our class,” Pinkie Argued, leaning a bit more forward.

“Um… so should I know who she is, or…” Spike asked.

Both girls stared at him stupidly for a moment. “You… really don’t know who Countess Coloratura is?” Pinkie asked.

“I don’t really listen to a lot of modern music,” he said sheepishly. “I uh… grew up on a lot of the oldies that my mom had laying around.”

“Spike,” Twilight said, her voice monotone in disbelief, “Even I’ve heard Coloratura’s work.”

“Oh, ooh,” Pinkie hissed with a grin. “So you do more than just read books all day!” Twilight blushed, but before she could offer a rebuttal, the pink pony leaned forward, so far she was practically over Spike’s desk. “So what are your favorite songs?”

Twilight blinked and thought for a moment. “Well, hmm,” she mused. “I’m actually rather fond of ‘Just a Pony.’ It’s a pretty sentimental track.”

“Yeah, but it’s not something you can dance to, not like ‘Sway in the Hay’ or ‘Horseshoe Dance Floor’.”

“Those are pretty good too,” Twilight admitted. “But really, she’s way more versatile than that. You’ve heard ‘Rise and Fall of Clouds Galore' right?”

“Of course I have!”

“Uh, girls…”

“But seriously, Twilight, do you only listen to her more serious stuff? Yeah, I think it’s cool that she doesn’t stick to one genre, but please tell me you’ve listened to some of her comedy tracks before. ‘Sandy Cheeks’ made me wake my mom once, I was laughing so hard at it!”

“Okay, it was funny, but I think 'Popping Spring Poppies' was funnier.”

“Girls…”

“Oooh, that was another good one. Even her earlier stuff too, like… ACK!”

“Ack? I don’t think I’ve heard that one be-EEP!”

The two of them winced as their ears were very firmly grasped and the two of them were raised out of their chairs by a scowling teacher. Spike sighed and leaned back, a light blush on his face. “I tried to warn you two,” he mumbled.

“Well,” Ms. Harshwhinny stated, glancing between the two of them. “I often do encourage conversation between pupils, but normally, it’s on the topic of what is happening in class.” she gave them both a firm pull, making the two whimpering girls shuffle towards the front desk. Their tails dipped down fearfully and Harshwhinny pushed Pinkie against the wall nearby, having her stand there with her hands on her head. “Now I have to take time out of the period to discipline the two of you,” she huffed. “On the first period of the first day, no less…”

“Well, technically it’s second period,” Pinkie noted from the wall. She fell silent when she saw the glare on the teacher’s face.

Twilight groaned a little bit as she was bent over the edge of the desk and her skirt was flipped up, revealing her cute, if slightly conservative, cotton white panties. She flushed deeper and glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes met Spike’s who had been looking straight at the scene with something resembling fascination and embarrassment. Whether for himself or her, it wasn’t clear. The two of them looked away after realizing the other was watching.

Ms. Harshwhinny picked up her ruler and sighed, tapping it against her palm once more for emphasis. “Honestly, I expect much better from you, Ms. Sparkle. You are an exemplary student here at the school, and I hope that this is not going to be a theme for the rest of the year.”

“I-it won’t be, ma’am. I promise.”

“Good.” She placed the end of the ruler against her pantied bottom, tapping it lightly as she raised her tail out of the way, holding it up. “In the spirit of the early school year, I am willing to give you a break. So long as you behave yourself and don’t make this difficult, I’ll only be spanking you over your panties.”

“Y-yes ma’am,” Twilight said, quietly, and nervously. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Good.” She gave her bottom a few more taps, lining herself up. Spike bit his lip and carefully folded one leg over the other in hopes of discouraging the erection that was starting to push its way up in his pants. It seems his libido was not as easily exhausted as he had hoped. He found himself staring at her covered buttocks, trying to stare through her underwear. The white cotton was thick enough to preserve her modesty, but even with those light taps that the teacher was warming her up with, he could just faintly see the wobble of her soft bottom cheeks. The anticipation started to build in his mind as the teacher raised her implement up nice and high for the first real spank.

The world seemed to move in slow motion for spike, who felt his heart starting to speed up as he waited for the first blow to land. His body tensed as though he was the one about to be on the receiving end.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

SWI-SMACK!

“EEP!”

The ruler cut through the air with an audible whoosh and impacted the cotton panties with a satisfying whapping sound. Twilight let out a light yelp and gasped, squirming under the smack, but otherwise maintained her position, blushing and glancing back over her shoulder. Her blush only intensified when she realized how many different pairs of eyes were on her. She tried to look away, but her gaze kept getting drawn back, especially to the young dragon sitting in the front, who was watching her with more intense interest than he would ever give to history.

SWI-WHAP! SWI-SMACK! SWI-WHAP!

“Ouch! Yeep! Oww!”

Ms Harshwhinny gave a brief pause between every smack, to let everything sink in. The edges of her cheeks, the very edges, were only slightly visible, just enough for Spike to see the light tinge left behind by the ruler whaps. He took in a deep breath and flexed his fingers a few times as he watched, chewing on his tongue again. Others were not so subtle about enjoying the show, as he could hear the moans and giggles of other mares and stallions behind him in the crowded classroom, but their exclamations remained light enough that Harshwhinny did not pull her eyes away from her task. “I certainly hope this does not become a recurring issue, Ms. Sparkle,” the teacher stated. “Because if this does happen again, I can assure you, your bottom will have much less protection the next time.”

“Ouch! N-no ma’am! EEP! I promise! AH! I-it won’t happen again!”

“Good. Now, just a few more to make sure that this lesson has sunk in properly…”

SWI-SMACK! SWI-CRACK! SWI-WHAP!

“Aww! Waah! It has ma’am, I swear it has!”

“Good.” She nodded and reached down, gently pulling up on her panties. Twilight yelped and arched her back, but didn’t move as Harshwhinny pulled them up, just enough to reveal a little bit more of her bottom. Spike leaned forward, eyes widening a little as he took in the edges of the ruler marks. She’d been spanking pretty damn hard to make such deep imprints on her butt through her panties. “Hmmm,” Harshwhinny muttered. “Seems sufficiently red.” She released the panties and allowed Twilight to stand. She quickly adjusted her underwear as much as she could.

“Return to your seat, Ms. Sparkle,” she ordered. “And I had best not have to speak to you again for the rest of the class.”

“Yes ma’am, o-of course ma’am!” she nodded up and down, letting her skirt fall back down over her panties before she fervently began to rub at her cheeks, shuffling back towards her seat. Both she and Spike glanced at one another for a moment before they immediately looked anywhere else, feeling quite embarrassed. Spike for having witnessed it and Twilight for having lived it.

Ms. Harswhinny turned her attention on the pony still standing next to the wall now. She reached over, grabbed Pinkie’s ear, and started to yank her gently towards the desk. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Yes ma’am,” Pinkie said, in a rather reserved voice. Spike caught a glance at her face and she seemed far less worried than he would expect a pony about to be paddled with a ruler to be. She was bent down over the edge of the desk, her butt facing the gathered students, just like Twilight was, and then raising up her skirt to her back…

Revealing a long, thin string of black fabric currently flossing between her bare, thick cheeks. Both Twilight and Spike felt their faces heat up and Spike even covered his nose as a precaution to avoid severe blood loss. Behind them, they could hear several gasps, a few whistles, and even the loud ‘POOF’ of pegasus wings springing wide open. That must have been embarrassing for them, and it made Spike glad that his body didn’t have such a reaction with his own wings.

“Pinkamina Diane Pie,” Ms. Harshwhinny said evenly. “What is this?”

“This?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder. “Looks like a thong,” she said cheerfully.

The teacher’s eyes narrowed. “First of all, you had best curb that smart aleck attitude. Secondly, you are aware that wearing things like this,” she grabbed hold of the thong and gave it a firm yank upwards, making Pinkie yip as she was given a partial flossing, “Is not appropriate to be wearing here at school.”

“Yep.”

“Then why, exactly, are you wearing it?” she asked.

“Um, I missed laundry day?” she tried with a light smile.

Ms Harshwhinny raised a brow at her before raising the ruler again. She grabbed hold of Pinkie’s thong, giving the unfortunate young lady a massive wedgie, making her squeal in discomfort and start shifting her weight from foot to foot nice and fast, which had the added effect of making her free bottom cheeks wobble back and forth lightly.

Spike vaguely wondered how Pinkie managed to be so energetic and athletic when she was obviously carrying around a lot of weight down on her hips like that. Of course, that thought was also mixed in with the rest of his mind going, “Don’t look too obvious, don’t get a boner, don’t look like a perv!” His eyes were constantly ignoring this advice, however. They were practically glued to Pinkie’s soft, bouncing bottom cheeks, and he felt his body tense up even more when Ms. Harshwhinny put her trusty ruler against her backside and tapped it a few times, which only exaggerated the wobbles.

She lined up her shot, aiming it straight across the center of both cheeks. She pulled it up in the air, letting it hover up above her. She was rearing back a little bit more than she had with Twilight. Apparently Pinkie had made the wrong sort of impression on her. And then…

CRACK! “EEK!”

Spike jumped a little bit at the sudden impact. He hadn’t even notice her swing the thing, but he had certainly seen the impact. The ruler impacted her bare cheeks with such a force that both of her cheeks contorted and bounced back with a visible ripple along them. He barely had time to enjoy the sight before a second thwap landed, just below the first, and produced a similar result.

SMACK! “OOP!”

WHAP! “ACK!”

SLAP! “YEEP!”

SPLAT! “AWW!”

“Am I making a point?” Ms. Harshwhinny asked with a huff as she continued to whap and smack and spank at the poor pink pony’s posterior. Every slap left behind a long, stinging red line that Spike could practically feel the heat radiating off of. As they started to overlap, the redness started to get deeper and her thick, wobbling bottom started to pulse as the marks spread like ivy over her rear end.

“Owww!” Pinkie whined, kicking out with one of her legs, which had the unintended side effect of letting the class see what she was sporting between them. Spike was pretty sure he heard the descriptor of ‘one juicy-looking peach’ used somewhere behind him. He couldn’t say they were wrong. After all, that thong, with how tightly it was pulled taught, didn’t hide anything. “Hnnn, yes ma’am!”

“Good!” SWI-SMACK! SWI-SLAP! SWI-SPAT! “Now, I’ll be sending a note home to your parents to let them know about your poor behavior and poor choice of underwear, young lady. I expect the note to be signed and returned to me by our next History class, or we’ll repeat this lesson with the strap. Am I clear?”

“OWWW!” Pinkie groaned again, arching her back a bit and really shaking her tush this time, so much so that Ms. Harshwhinny had to grip her hips with her free arm to keep her still enough to continue spanking her. “Yeeeees! You arrrre!” the pink pony whined. “I proooomise!”

“Good… now then…”

She really laid into her ass this time, doubling her speed and peppering her sore flank with powerful smacks that turned her rear into a jiggling mess and made her whine and cry even more loudly than before. She finished it up with one more firm clap to her sit spots before standing up and setting the ruler to the side. Spike wondered if he could see steam rising up from either her butt or the ruler if he squinted hard enough. Pinkie shot up immediately and began to rub at her rear with both hands, hissing as she clutched at her behind, seemingly oblivious to the show she was still putting on for everyone else. She squeezed at her ample buttocks, lifting and shifting them about in slow circles as she tried to rub and massage away the sting. “Ouch, oww, owwie, ow, ow…” she groaned, still shifting about from foot to foot, half dancing, half squirming.

While she was doing that, Ms. Harshwhinny turned away and started to write out a note to Pinkie’s mother. Pinkie took this opportunity to turn around and flick up her skirt, giving the class one more good flash of her spanked rear before letting her skirt fall over her thong covered rear. Harshwhinny turned back, holding her a folded note. “Remember, young lady, you had better be wearing appropriate underwear by my next class, and you had best present me with this note, signed by your parents, or we’ll repeat this lesson.”

“Yes ma’am,” Pinkie said, sniffling and wiping her eyes.

“Good. Now sit down.” She pointed back to the desk. Pinkie nodded and shuffled over to her seat, still rubbing at her bottom as she sat down, groaning and squirming back and forth. She let her skrt stay flared out, sliding off of her chair, basically meaning her bare cheeks were pressed against the old, hardwood chair.

Spike managed to push down his libido just enough to glance over at her. “Are you okay, Pinkie?” he whispered as Ms. Harshwhinny started to return to the lecture.

Pinkie sighed, and then looked at Spike with the biggest grin she could muster. “Yeah… that was awesome!”

“I will never understand how you can find that sort of thing enjoyable, Pinkie,” Twilight mumbled, shoving a history book into her locker and glancing back at her friend, who just smiled, swaying this way and that. “I was allowed to keep my panties up and I still had trouble ignoring the sting when I was sitting down.”

Pinkie shrugged, one hand still massaging her rump through her skirt. “Well, she definitely didn’t spank nearly as hard as my mom does, and it was actually pretty fun getting a light spanking for a change!”

“Light?” Spike asked. “Pinkie, you have clearly visible ruler lines all over your butt. It’s like, three times as dark as your fur color.”

“Yeah!” she said with a smile, clapping her hands together. “I’m just glad I didn’t start moaning. THAT would have been embarrassing.”

Both Spike and Twilight shook their head as they looked at her. “You’re so weird, Pinkie,” they said with a smile. Pinkie giggled in response and gave both of her friends a quick, gentle hug.

The three of them continued getting ready for their next period, but as they did so, Spike heard someone clearing their throat behind them. He turned around, blinking as he saw that it was Coloratura. “Hello there,” she greeted warmly, smiling at them.

“Oh… uh hi,” Spike said awkwardly, rubbing his arm.

Pinkie gasped loudly, eyes widening. “Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!” she squealed. She hurried forward and grabbed Rara’s hand, shaking it up and down hard enough to make the woman jump a little bit. “It is so nice to meet you, I am a huge fan of your work, would you please sign my butt?!”

“Wh-what?!” the pop idol gasped, completely taken off guard by this sudden attack.

Twilight sighed and walked forward, grabbing Pinkie’s tail and giving it a firm yank, pulling her away. “Sorry about that,” she said. “Pinkie doesn’t know how to keep her cool in most situations.”

“Heeey!” she whined. “I’m better at it than you are whenever you walk into a bookstore and start drooling!”

Twilight blushed. “Th-that’s different. A-anyway, not something Ms. Coloratura has to hear.”

“Please, just Rara,” she said, clearing her throat and fixing her hair, which had been lightly mussed by Pinkie’s enthusiastic greeting. “And I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about what happened.”

“Sorry?” Spike asked. “Why are you sorry? I mean, you didn’t get them in trouble…”

“Well, I kind of did,” she mumbled, giving them another apologetic smile. “I heard what you two were talking about as I sat down.”

“Pretty sure most of the class heard it,” Spike muttered to himself. “They weren’t exactly subtle.”

“All the same,” she said with a sigh, “I was aware that my transferring here might cause some trouble, but I figured it was better to be honest about who I was rather than try to think of some contrived way to keep my life as a songstress and my life as a student separated.” She shook her head. “But I really am sorry that my introduction lead to that.” She blushed a bit. “Er, I know that the papers I signed said this place used corporal punishment as a means of punishing students, but I didn’t think it would be like… like that.”

“You mean in front of the class? On bare cheeks even?” Pinkie asked with a smile. “Yeah, every teacher here has their own way of handling it. Ms. Harshwhinny and Ms. Stormy Flare are probably the ones you gotta watch out for the most. Ms. Fleur is pretty bad too, and of course there are the prefects that roam the halls at certain times. Oh, and if you get sent to the principal or the vice principal, you better pray it’s Celestia who’s there and not Luna.”

“Er… why’s that?” she asked, glancing between the three with a tilt of her head.

Twilight gave Pinkie’s tail another gentle yank before she could continue her tirade. “Well, Luna is very…” she paused to think of the proper word. “Very old-world. Celestia’s much more mellow and easy going, but Luna’s more prone to being emotional, and believes heavily on hard punishments, even for minor offenses. The minimum you can expect to get from her is probably a paddling and a good, long lecture on your poor behavior.” She shrugged.

She nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said with a light smile. “Actually, I still haven’t had a chance to really explore the place properly. I was still putting the finishing touches on my paperwork during first period.”

“Well, I don’t know if we’d have time to show you around right now,” Spike said.

“Oh, no, that’s fine,” Rara said with a smile. “But I was wondering if you could at least direct me to my next class?” she asked, unfolding her schedule. Pinkie and Twilight took a quick look at it and smiled.

“Looks like you’re in the same class as us, we’ll walk you there!”

Spike chuckled. “You girls have fun. And Pinkie, don’t scare her too badly.”

“Hey, I’m not scary!”

She giggled gently. “Thank you, I’d appreciate it. And again, it’s very nice to meet you three.” she offered them her hand and they shook it, doing proper introductions.

The group split up after that, Rara, Twilight, and Pinkie heading off for their class while Spike headed off down the opposite hall, humming a bit as he made his way to his own class. However, as he passed by the student lounge located on the first floor, he stopped, blinking. The door was closed, the blinds drawn. He tilted his head. That was unusual, the doors to the student lounges were supposed to remain wide open for any student who wanted to take a quick break or just sit down in a safe space for a little bit. That, coupled with the blinds being drawn, really piqued his interest. He tested the knob, as quietly as he could. It twisted, but the door was bolted from the other side, meaning he couldn’t get inside. His frown deepened. Was something happening in there that shouldn’t? He should probably go and let a teacher or a janitor or some other member of the faculty and let them know about this.

He was about to do just that… but one of the side windows caught his attention as he started past it. The blind had been pulled, just like the others, but this one had curled up a bit, so there was enough of a gap that he was capable of seeing inside. He wanted to know what the heck was happening, so he carefully bent forward and peeped inside. Thankfully there wasn’t anything in his way or else he might not have been able to see…

A naked, white unicorn over the lap of a tan and blond earth pony while a second unicorn carefully rubbed some salve into the white one’s very red, very swollen posterior.

It didn’t take him very long to figure out that the unicorn in question was once again Rarity Belle. At first, Spike was worried she was being the victim of another bullying attack, but then he saw the salve and relaxed a little. Only to cover is nose again when he saw the way she was giving that bottom a very deep-tissue massage, stroking and caressing it like it was some sort of fun little stress ball. The other mare, the blond-haired earth mare, was holding her down as she squirmed lightly, but didn’t seem to mean any ill intent. In fact, her smile seemed quite comforting. Almost motherly. Gradually, her grip on Rarity’s arms relaxed and she instead stroked the other mare’s mane comfortingly.

He recognized her now. Applejack, a real good friend of Pinkie’s. In fact, both the Pie family and the Apple family had always been rather close. He’d met her once before, but the two of them hadn’t really had a chance to talk very extensively. She seemed a decent sort though. He wondered why she was holding her down though. Still, Rarity seemed pretty grateful for it now.

The other unicorn though, he had no idea who she was. He’d never seen her before Her fur was a dark shade of yellow, and her mane a rather striking mix of flame colors, from deep red to the same dark yellow found in her fur. She had the same tranquil smile on her face that Applejack had. They were talking, saying something to her, but the glass and door were too thick for him to discern what they were saying and he couldn’t read lips, so he was out of luck there. All the same though, it didn’t really matter. His attention was squarely on Rartiy’s lovely backside, getting the tender loving care that it deserved. The way that the other unicorn rubbed, the way she caressed it, she was obviously very skilled and practiced at the motions.

He wondered how many times she’d done this sort of thing before…

Damn, now his mind was starting to wander again, before he could stop it, he imagined Rarity, sobbing and whimpering in the corner, her hands firmly planted on her buttocks, trying to rub out the sting, looking over her shoulder with the most adorable pouty lip on her face. “You know, there’s an easier way to make that ass of yours feel better,” a sultry voice would say, before the yellow unicorn would come into view. Spike couldn’t hear her voice, but he imagined it having a light, sultry lilt. She’d take Rarity’s arm, gently leading her along to a small chair nearby, and sitting down upon it. She’d gently pat her knee, and Rarity would give a light pout, insisting that was perfectly fine on her own.

The unicorn would frown and reach behind her, grabbing one cheek and squeezing, firmly enough to make the other mare whimper. “Down,” she’d order.

Rarity would oblige then, slowly lowering herself over the yellow unicorn’s knees, planting her palms on the ground and arching her back, as though preparing for another spanking. But that wouldn’t happen, as her friend would produce a small bottle of cold, soothing cream, opening the cap and tipping it over, letting a generous dollop of the mixture drizzle down onto Rarity’s rump, as though she were letting maple syrup fall over a pair of bright red pancakes.

Rarity would start to shudder and shiver as the relief of the cooling cream was over her, sliding and dribbling down over her cheeks, covering the throbbing red in glistening white. And then when there was a good dollop on each cheek, the yellow unicorn would slowly start to ease her steady, practiced hands down onto each cheek, stroking rubbing them both up and down, squeezing them and working the cream as deep into the sore tissue as she could.

And then the moaning would start. “Oooh… thank you…” Rarity would mumble.

“It’s the least I could do for a friend who ends up getting her naughty bottom spanked all the time, hmhm.”

“Aww, my bottom isn’t naughty… mmm, and I don’t get spanked ALL the time. Oooh…”

“Hmhm, which is why almost every time I see you, you have big, fat, bouncy, red orbs for me to caress and stroke and make feel better, right?”

Rarity would squirm a bit more, panting lightly. “Oooh… maybe a little bit?” she would pant, and then her legs would part, ever so slightly, allowing the other unicorn access to what she had between her legs.

“Oho… so you admit to being naughty, hm?” she would giggle and slide her hand down in between her legs, her fingers slick with cream. “Well… only one thing to do with a naughty, well spanked brat like you.” Her fingers would slowly inch towards her most intimate spot. A finger will slide along her nethers, tickling the sensitive area up and down as Rarity arched her back and let out the loudest moan possible.

“Ohhhhh yess!”

Spike’s eyes widened as he snapped out of his daze, feeling his erection press against the wall. He groaned, covering his mouth and nose again. Dammit, he felt blood trickling down again. He let himself get too into it yet again.

Twisting around, leaving that pretty scene behind, he shuffled off to find the bathroom… again.

He really had to get a handle on all these fantasies...