Spike yawned loudly all through first period that day. It wasn’t that he was finding the class particularly boring or anything, but it had been another night of tossing and turning for him. He’d been having some very weird dreams. Incredibly sexy dreams, but they were still kind of weird. Oh, he’d enjoyed it, but he certainly hadn’t enjoyed the way that he kept waking up before he could properly resolve them.

It had been more than a little frustrating.

As he was making his way out into the hall for the break between first and second period, he blinked, feeling someone snag his arm. “Hm?” he blinked and looked back behind him, seeing Twilight there. “Oh, hey Twi,” he greeted with a small smile.

“Hello Spike,” she said with a nod. “I’m sorry, but I need to ask you a favor.”

“Huh? What’s up?”

“Well… you know how I’ve been accepted into that special extracurricular magic class?”

“The one for advance magical applications, right?”

“Exactly the one. A-anyway, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind showing up to it today?”

Spike blinked. “Huh? Why’s that?” he asked.

“Well, today’s lesson is going to be on basic offensive and defensive spells. Wizardry, basically. And given who else is in the program, I’d feel a lot better if I could have someone that I knew really well there, just for some moral support. I’ve already checked with Luna and Celestia and they say it should be fine, so long as the person I invite doesn’t directly get involved in the lesson.”

“Uh, well, I sure don’t mind being there if you need me, Twi,” Spike said with a nod. “But… I guess I still don’t understand why. You’re the smartest mare I know at this school, and I think pretty much everyone knows that you’re a magical prodigy. So… why so nervous? Is it the subject matter?”

“No, no, I’m sure I could handle whatever I needed to when it comes to the spells and decorum for Wizardry. It’s just… the other student who’s in the program with me. She’s a bit… uh, forceful?”

“Uh… what do you mean?”

Before Twilight could open her mouth to speak, there was a flash in front of them in the hallway. After a moderately loud pop, a big, musty cloud of bright blue, sparkling smoke spread around them, obscuring everyone’s vision. Several students gasped and hurriedly stumbled away from the cloud, fearing it might be dangerous. And then, in the center of the crowd, a figure started to emerge. She was a slender unicorn mare, with a bright blue coat and long, flowing silver hair. A similarly long, flowing, purple cape adorned with star clusters and constellations was tied around her shoulders, with a large, crooked wizard’s hat sat atop her head, with the same color and pattern as her cape. Below that, she wore the same school uniform as any other mare in the school, and she actually wore it quite well. However, below that, rather than some basic white socks that most girls wore with their shoes and skirts, this mare was wearing a pair of pantyhose stockings, reaching all the way up to her thighs, hugging her legs nice and tight. “Haha!” she laughed, giving her cape a rather impressive flourish, and producing a star-tipped wand in one hand, the other resting on her hip. “It’s so good to see you again, Twilight Sparkle, my eternal rival!” she declared, loud enough that her words echoed around the hall. “You think you have beaten me, hm? You think after the show you put on during our last lesson that you had humbled and humiliated the Great and Powerful Trixie?” She shook her head, her hair going everywhere. “HAH! Well, Trixie is back and better than ever! And today, she will show you just how proficient and powerful she is with her wizarding ways! You shall be the one defeated and humiliated this time, and-”

An alarm bell started to ring and up above them, a sprinkler started to spritz water down onto the mare standing below it, cutting her off. Her hair and clothes were soaked through in no time flat. Apparently, the blue smoke she’d used for her appearing act had floated high enough, and maintained enough thickness to trigger the hallway’s fire alarm. Thankfully, the fire system was segmented in this school, so it only activated the sprinklers for this one area.

Twilight had conjured a magical barrier above her and spike, preventing them from getting soaked, the rest of the students around them dashing away to get to somewhere dry.

Trixie just stood there, glaring at the two of them nearby. “Th-this is just a minor setback!” she declared, above the din of the alarms. “I am still the most powerful, most magical, greatest unicorn who has ever lived, and I shall prove it to you after school today! Hahaha!” She reached into her pocket and drew out a small blue ball, throwing it against the ground. It was supposed to cause a massive cloud of blue smoke to appear and cover her escape, but the water caught it before it could puff up to a more impressive size, leaving a messy, knee high fog around her legs. She turned tail and fled all the same, however.

Spike frowned deeply and glanced at Twilight before pointing down the hall. She nodded and the two of them walked a good distance away to get away from the alarm bell ringing above them, and the slick, slippery tiles below them. As spike wiped his feet off on a mat near the entrance to the school, he sighed and looked at Twilight seriously. “So, that was the other student in the after school magic program?”

Twilight nodded. “That was her all right. The Great and Powerful Trixie, as she calls herself.” She waved a hand, banishing the magical umbrella above them.

“I see. Yeah, Twi. I’m definitely going to be coming with you when you go this afternoon.” He glanced back down the hall, where several faculty members were shouting themselves hoarse about the state of the hallway. “I’m not sure if any pony having that sort of magical ability AND an over the top personality is a good thing.”

The rest of the day passed by without any real incidents. Pinkie almost starting a war with her sister, Limestone, over the last Ruby Jello cup was about as close as it had come, but the argument was diffused when another mare had come by and grabbed the cup while the two of them were trying to determine if they should arm wrestle or play rock, paper, scissors for it.

He’d also had a chance to talk with Rarity, briefly, in the library. Much to his dismay, he’d had to turn down her offer for another drink at the cafe after school, due to his commitment to Twilight. But she seemed more than understanding about it, and had pat his shoulder and let him be on his way. It might have just been his imagination, but he could have sworn he saw a real proper sway in her hips as she walked away from him.

Not really the time to dwell on it though.

He reported to the gym after school, where a small, but narrow platform stage had been set up in the center. Celestia and Luna were there, putting the final touches on it. Spike smiled and wandered over, looking over the stage for a moment. It was a basic, straight platform, with each end being wide and circular, almost like some sort of bridge. He tilted his head and looked over at Luna, but she just smiled and told him that it was for the lesson. He shrugged, leaving his pack by the wall and sat down with a book, figuring Twilight and… what had she called herself? Trixie, that was it… would be along before too long.

As he read, he wondered about this Trixie girl. She obviously had a flare for the dramatic, if that entrance, attempted exit, and boisterous taunting were anything to go by. But beyond that, he had to admit, she’d been pretty cute. That long silver hair went well with her coat color and… well, the whole stockings thing had been pretty hard to ignore.

He was just starting to picture her doing cute, sexy poses when the door nearby opened up and he jumped slightly, slamming is book closed, as though worried someone was going to see over his shoulder. Not that there was anything dirty in a book called ‘The Kirin who Called to the Sun’ but it was almost like he was worried someone would somehow look into his mind via the book.

It was weird, how his mind worked sometimes. Mind reading had been against the law for three hundred years, he didn’t have anything to worry about.

Glancing up, he saw Twilight there, walking in, a neutral expression on her face as she set her pack, and a small pile of new library books, off to the side, before walking over to where the principals were waiting. Spike hopped up and hurried over as well, eager to hear what was going on.

“Has anyone seen Trixie?” Celestia asked, frowning, a hand on her side. “We were sort of counting on both of you being here for this lesson.”

“We saw her… er, earlier today,” Twilight said, glancing back at the door. “But I’m afraid I haven’t seen her since.

Luna rubbed her chin in thought. “Hmmm… it wouldn’t have anything to do with the fire alarm that got set off earlier would it?” she asked, looking between her and Spike.

“Heh… yeah, about that…”

“Haha!” a voice said from the stage. A large puff of blue smoke burst from the center of it, but it dissipated quite quickly this time, with a flourish of Trixie’s hand as she appeared from within the mists. “It is I! The Great and Powerful Trixie!” she announced, pointing towards Twilight. “And today, I am here to prove once and for all that I am the superior magic user to you, Sparkle! I came prepared today, as you’ll soon seeEEP!” she yelped as Luna reached up and grabbed her ear, gently leading her off the stage. “Ow, ow, owwie, ow…”

“We don’t have a need of your theatrics, young lady,” the alicorn scolded gently. “Now, are you ready for today’s lesson or not?”

“I am, I’m ready!” she whined, wincing softly and pulling away as Luna released her ear. She rubbed at it, giving a light hiss.

Celestia let out a gentle giggle before she looked down to Twilight and Trixie. “Both of us were very impressed with how you handled yourselves the first day,” she said. “Because of that, we’ve decided that this advanced class needs to… well, advance a bit faster so that we can keep things challenging for the two of you.” She tapped the stage behind her. “So today, you both are going to learn the time-honored tradition of magic dueling.”

The three students’ eyes widened a bit. Spike nervously gave his wings a flap. “Um, no disrespect ma’am,” he said, grabbing her attention, “But uh… isn’t a duel sort of… you know, inherently dangerous?”

Celestia smiled. “Don’t worry, Spike, we’ve taken every precaution necessary to keep this a strictly friendly affair. Powerful magical barriers around both the combatants and the stage to keep their magic from getting out of hand. And of course, we’re going to limit the sorts of spells that can be cast to keep things to a minimum. Besides, most magical duels haven’t been deadly for centuries now.”

“If you say so,” Spike said.

“I say so.” she smiled. “Besides, Spike… those two have a lot of magical potential, but also a lot of raw power. It has yet to be refined and focused. And until that happens, exercises like this, that allow them a measure of freedom to truly cut loose, are just as important as anything they could learn in a book.”

Spike nodded and walked over to where Luna was positioning a set of chairs for them to observe the duel as Celestia helped Trixie and Twilight up onto opposite ends of the stage, putting up the barrier spells. The barriers around the ponies pushed up against their skin, almost like a thin shell, just barely visible against their fur. “All right, girls,” she said, “We’re going to treat this as a very basic duel. Power and endurance are the key to this. Each of you will take turns trading offensive and defensive spells. Nothing too powerful and no, I repeat, NO attempts to badly physically injure your opponent. The barriers might keep you safe, but a powerful enough spell will still hurt. When Luna or I tell you two to stop, you will stop immediately.”

“So how do we win?” Trixie asked, crossing her arms, glaring at Twilight.

Celestia rolled her eyes, but shrugged. “If either of you falls over, to where anything above your waist touches the ground, it will count as a loss. It means falling onto your knees or your backside is allowed, but if your back or stomach, chest, or head, touches the ground, you’re out. Arms can be used to save or steady yourself, however. If neither of you falls by the end of the match, then Luna and I will give our judgement based on performance and the number of spells that connect.” she clapped her hands. “Now, stand at the center of each end of the stage and when I give the word, you may begin.”

The two girls nodded, retreating to the very ends of the stage before turning to face one another. Celestia flipped a coin into the air to determine who would have first offensive attack. Trixie got it, and she held her nose up in the air proudly. Twilight just shrugged and readied herself as Celestia walked over and sat to Spike’s left, Luna sitting to his right.

Spike wrung his hands gently, looking between the two of them for a little bit. He still had a really bad feeling about this…

“Ready? Go!” Celestia announced.

Trixie threw up her hands and her horn gave a light blue glow as she muttered something, pointing to Twilight. Three large balls of light came zooming at her. Twilight gasped and quickly threw up her arms in an X shaped pattern in front of her, a large wall of energy materializing in front of her. The lights impacted the shield, hard enough to make Twilight take a step backwards, but she remained standing. “Hmm,” Luna muttered, “Starting off strong with a series of concussive blasts. It seems she’s coming out swinging today.”

“Yes, but Twilight’s response was quick and effective, though it does look like she underestimated the force somewhat.” Celestia mused.

After taking a moment to rebalance herself, Twilight’s own horn glowed and she flicked her arm forward in a large sweeping motion, causing a shockwave of dirt and rock to start rising from the wooden floor, flowing towards Trixie. The blue mare responded by pointing at her feet, making them turn to something resembling steel. The added weight stopped her from being thrown backwards, as was intended, but the ground under her was still fairly awkward, and so she was tipped backwards. She yelped and pushed herself forward, managing to keep herself from falling onto her back, instead landing on her rear. She glared at Twilight across the way, who just blushed lightly as she relaxed after the spell.

Spike gulped lightly after witnessing these spells. He hadn’t expected spells THAT powerful to be thrown around. Luna and Celestia though, they seemed more impressed than anything else. Celestia glanced at Luna. “The amount of control these two are displaying over their magic is pretty impressive.”

“Agreed. They’re thinking on their feet very quickly.”

Trixie huffed loudly and rolled up one of her sleeves, pushing her hand forward and making a clenching motion. Then she yanked upwards.

“EEP!” Twilight yelped as she was suddenly yanked up into the air, flailing gently. Trixie had managed to put a magical grip around her underwear and was yanking them up, out from under her skirt. Trixie smirked and bounced her up and down a few times before letting her drop. Thankfully, Twilight managed to fire off a small burst of air that allowed her to right herself onto her feet before she dropped onto her stomaching, groaning and writhing as she tried to pick her now stretched panties out of her crack.

Spike was blushing furiously after that while the alicorns giggled gently. “A little… unorthodox, but impressive that she was able to grip so accurately.”

“But Twilight’s recovery came swiftly. I wonder how she’s planning to counter-”

The statement was left unfinished as Twilight’s horn sparked powerfully and she put both of her fingers together, pointing her fingers towards Trixie, firing off a blast of powerful energy. Trixie’s eyes widened and she quickly threw up some sort of silver barrier, but the magical bolt from Twilight passed straight through it and bashed into her. However, rather than forcing her backwards or knocking her down, the blast of magic… shredded her school top, tearing it off of her and throwing it against the barrier , where it flopped over, tattered and torn. Trixie’ eyes wide, looked down at her now bare torso, nothing but a bright, silver bra keeping her breasts hidden from view. She squealed loudly and covered herself, eyes narrowing.

While Spike was distracted by the sudden view he was afforded, he did notice that neither mare sitting on either side of him was providing color commentary on this event. Not that they’d have much of a chance to, as things sort of went off the rails after that.

Trixie’s own horn glowed with a bright blue flame now and she started to throw several spells, one after the other at Twilight. Smoke and fire were all Spike could see for a moment, the barrier around the stage glinting and shaking by the sheer impact of the spells. He glanced to Twilight to make she was okay, and while she managed to throw up several counter spells before Trixie’s attacks impacted her, the spells managed to work around her just enough to tear at her own clothing, ruining her school uniform.

Spike frowned and glanced at Celestia. “Mom,” he implored in a whisper, “I think it’s time to stop the duel, this is starting to get a little bit serious.”

“You’re right Spike. This is rapidly becoming more of a cat fight than a duel.” She slowly started to stand up, but before she could utter another word, a great burst of magic made the barrier around the stage shudder again, and the two combatants inside were lobbing spell after spell at one another, no longer caring about defense of any kind, instead just focusing on trying to make the other fall over. But their wild throwing meant that they missed more often than they hit, and any semblance of strategy was being thrown out the window. Spike saw bolts of magic striking the stage and making puddles appear, small flowers and mushrooms sprouted from the ground, the wood splintered, a few sparks of lightning and even a small fireball here and there. Barriers or not, this was getting even more dangerous. Luna stood up and hurried to her sister’s side as she got to the edge of the barrier. “Girls, that is enough! You are to cease your spellcasting this instant!” she ordered.

The order went unheeded.

“That’s it, Sparkle!” Trixie declared loudly, placing her palms together, siphoning a huge amount of magical energy from her horn into her hands, a big, blue and silver ball of energy swirling around between them, and only growing bigger as the seconds ticked by. “Let’s see you stay standing after this one!”

Twilight’s eyes narrowed and she began to do the same as Trixie, gathering a huge mass of magical energy from her horn into her palms. “I didn’t want to do this, Trixie,” she warned. “But you just had to push me right on through to this, didn’t you? Because you just had to be a big, bratty showoff!”

“Girls! That is enough! I am ordering you both to stop this instant!” Celestia all but shouted.

“They’re going to have to release that magic,” Luna said. “There’s no way the two of them will be able to just dispel that much magical energy once it’s gathered there, no matter how talented they are.” Luna’s horn glowed. “No telling what it’s going to do. I’ll have to step in and absorb it.”

“Wait! Luna, we can’t even tell what sort of spell they’re going to cast, you can’t just-”

Celestia’s protest was cut off when Luna flickered out of existence, reappearing in the center of the stage, two barriers to her right and her left, just as the two students released their spells, which by this time had grown to the point that the balls of energy were almost as large as the girls upper bodies. The two hurtled towards Luna at lightning speed and she braced herself for impact. The spells collided with her barriers. They shrunk a bit. Then they broke the barriers and collided with Luna and each other.

KA-BOOOM!

The entire auditorium rattled from the impact., the force of the magical explosion enough to knock Spike backwards, off of his chair while Celestia had to brace herself to keep from being blown backwards as well, and even then she still slid back a few feet.

The barrier encompassing the stage managed to contain the brunt of the blast, but it shattered not long after the worst of the explosion had passed, and the wooden stage was torn to pieces underneath them.

The aftershock continued for a few more moments before the boom faded, and the light from the spells did likewise, leaving behind only a ringing in the ears of everyone present and a half blinded dragon who was quickly trying to scramble to his feet and make sure everyone was all right. Spike ran over to where Celestia stood, surveying the damage. “M- Celestia,” he said, catching himself, not wanting Twilight or Trixie to hear of his relation to the principal and princess. “Are you all right? Is everyone all right.”

“Everyone’s fine, Spike,” she said, in a calm monotone, that made Spike stop in his tracks. He’d seen that look on her a few times before. He’d heard that tone accompanying it too.

She. Was. Pissed.

Gulping, Spike looked towards the ruins of the stage. On either side, Twilight and Trixie were on their backs, dazed, their manes a frizzy mess, both wearing nothing but their bras and panties, their skirts and shirts apparently obliterated by the spell they’d cast. The magical barriers that had been around them had been shattered by the blast as well, but apart from being thrown backwards slightly, neither of them looked like they were injured. Spike breathed a sigh of relief at the sight.

Luna, miraculously, was still standing, though she looked just as dazed as the two students. She hadn’t been as lucky as they had in the clothing department, however. She stood there, naked as the day she had been born, her mane and tail puffing out from the residual energy in the air. She swayed slightly, trying to keep her balance, apparently not aware yet that she was nude. Spike flushed deeply and turned away, coughing a little.

Luna yelped loudly and covered herself, flushing deeply, her horn glowing quickly as she teleported away, and then back in fresh clothes, though the blush on her face remained.

Celestia watched as the two girls groaned, slowly getting up, pulling themselves up out of the piles of wood they’d created. Trixie rubbed at her forehead and glanced around. Twilight joined her, but when the two of them matched gazes with Celestia, they quickly looked away. “So…” Trixie mumbled. “Who won?”

Celestia’s horn glowed and the two of them were teleported right in front of her, on their feet. They gasped and wobbled back and forth for a moment, caught off balance by the sudden shift in location. Celestia’s horn sparked again and their clothing rematerialized on them. “Well,” she said with a sigh, “That was an absolute disaster.” She crossed her arms, looking between the two mares, who refused to look at her. “I have to say, it’s partially my fault for not taking more precautions, but on the other hand, I was NOT anticipating you two to turn this dueling exercise into a petty, high school spat!”

“But Trixie started it!”

“But Twilight elevated it!”

The two of them started to speak together, over one another, struggling to make a case to Celestia, who just kept a very neutral expression on her face. Spike, however, noticed the little tells here and there. A very soft flick of the ear, an almost imperceptible twitch in her eye. She was rapidly running out of patience.

Thankfully, Luna’s fuse was a bit shorter, and the explosion was not nearly as bad. “ENOUGH!” she bellowed, her voice magically amplified to the point where the force of it made the two students jump back. “YOU DISREGARDED OUR RULES ABOUT KEEPING YOUR MAGIC CONTROLLED! YOU DAMAGED, NAY, DESTROYED SCHOOL PROPERTY! YOU PUT YOURSELVES, US, AND SPIKE IN DANGER!” Her face flushed redder. “AND YOU DISINTEGRATED MY CLOTHES!”

“I-I’m sorry,” Twilight said, her voice meek and quiet. “I-I don’t… know what came over me…”

“W-well… to be fair,” Trixie tried, “You aren’t half bad looking, Ms. Luna.” She offered a forced, lopsided grin.

It was greeted with a stoic glare that made the girl shrink back, ears folded.

Celestia took a deep breath, letting it out. Her face softened, but her eyes held the same intense disappointment they’d had a moment before. “I’m going to have to bill your families for the partial repair of the dueling stage. And for the inspector to come and take a look at the structural integrity of the gym after that blast.” Luna gave a soft grunt and Celestia rolled her eyes. “And of course, compensation for my sister’s clothes.”

“It was my favorite, comfy casual outfit,” the midnight mare said with a pout.

“This will of course require discipline,” Celestia continued. “And… after that display, I’m going to have to seriously reconsider your candidacies for this program. You were allowed in here not just because of your natural talent with magic, but also because we believed that you were displaying maturity when it came to using it. This has certainly proved us wrong, and-” she paused, looking between the two. Twilight was covering her eyes, her chest rising and falling irregularly as she sobbed against her arm. Trixie’s fists were balled tight and she was looking down, her long mane covering her eyes, her teeth grit, tears dribbling down her face. Celestia felt her heart breaking as she tried to remain stern. “And… magic must be handled maturely, especially if you plan to use such powerful spells.”

“Ms. Celestia,” Spike said, slowly walking forward, between his mother and the two mares. “Wait, please… I… I could handle this,” he said.

Celestia and Luna glanced at one another and then at Spike. “What do you mean, ‘handle this’ Spike?” Luna inquired.

Spike blushed. “Let me… handle their punishment,” he offered. “Look, they really messed up, and I think they both know it right now. But as someone who was here to witness what happened, I think that this would have a better effect coming from a friend and classmate to them rather than an educator, no offense.”

“And you believe it would be enough to keep them from repeating this behavior a second time?” Celestia asked.

Spike nodded vigorously. “I promise, you won’t have to worry about them blowing up at each other in this class again. Just… please give them another chance? Let them off the hook and I promise I’ll handle them.” He looked up at Celestia, clasping his hands together. ‘Please, mom,’ he mouthed. ‘Don’t do this to my friend…’

Celestia sighed loudly again, but it was less frustrated this time, and more accepting. “Very well Spike. Luna and I will still be here to witness the punishment, but if we feel that it is acceptable, we’ll keep everything that happened here between the five of us.”

Spike let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Thank you,” he said, smiling at her. She smiled back, briefly, before looking at the two girls. Spike turned around to face them. “All right, Twilight, Trixie, get a hold of yourselves, okay?” he asked.

They nodded and both sniffled and took a few deep breaths of air, drying their eyes and doing their best to not let their tears show. He smiled at them, but then took on a firm, stoic expression. “What the two of you did was… incredibly dangerous,” he told them, crossing his arms, hoping that he looked tough. He spread his wings a bit, hoping it made him look a bit more imposing. “And that sort of behavior will not stand. Therefore… I’m going to spank you both, like the little fillies you were behaving as.”

Twilight flushed deeply. “S-spank us, Spike?”

He nodded in response.

Trixie burst out laughing. “Ah… haha, you got me there,” she said as she got a handle on herself. “Seriously, thanks for getting us off the hook, but you can’t be serious, Spike… you aren’t going to spank me. Not really. Right?”

Spike turned and drew the chair he had been sitting in towards them, setting it down and sitting in it so that he was facing both of them, Luna and Celestia taking their own seats so that they had a good view of what was going to happen. “Twilight, come here,” he ordered.

Gulping, the lavender mare shuffled over to him, toying with her pleated skirt slightly, standing at his side. He glanced up at her before turning back to Trixie. “Trixie, sit down on your knees and put your hands on your head,” he ordered. “Facing away.”

Trixie blinked. “Spike, seriously, look, how about I just start cleaning up all the wood around here and we-”

“That was not a request,” he snapped, glaring at her. “Now either you do as your told, or you’re going to get the brush in addition to what you have coming.”

Trixie jumped at his tone, eyes widening. Twilight let out a gasp as well. She had never heard spike be so… no nonsense before. “Uh…” she said dumbly.

“Trixie Lulamoon,” Spike said, his voice sharp, but slow, “This is your last chance. If you don’t do as your told before I get up out of this chair, you are going to get the tanning of your life.”

No one moved for a few seconds. Least of all Trixie. She just stood there, eyes wide, staring at him. Spike felt a blush coming on as her eyes traveled over his body, but he forced it back, trying to keep his self consciousness to a minimum. Finally, he put his hands on his knees and stood up, letting out an exasperated sigh, and took a step towards the blue unicorn.

“EEP!” she gasped, turning around and starting to bend down. “Okay, okay, I’m doing it! Look, I’m sitting down now, I- OWW!” she gasped and hissed and Spike took a firm hold of her ear and gave her a yank towards the chair. “Wait! Wait, I was doing what you told me!”

“It’s too late for that,” he said, pulling the writhing girl along. “I told you to do it before I got up, but you just stood there. Well, good on you, sticking to your guns, Trixie, your defiance has just earned you an extra hard smacking.” He sat back down and pulled the squirming unicorn over his lap. She kicked and bucked and writhed, but Spike easily gripped her hips and held her in place. “Twilight,” he said calmly, as Trixie continued to thrash and writhe.

“Um, y-yes sir?” she asked cutely.

He smiled at her. “Please go and fetch the brush for me.” He nodded to Celestia. “Ask the principal for it. Afterwards, I trust you won’t have a problem doing as your told, right?”

“N-no sir, not at all!” She quickly turned away, walked over to Celestia, and after a brief flash of teleportation magic, returned with a hard, oakwood hairbrush, with a nice, wide, flat back. She handed it to Spike and then immediately hurried a few steps away, getting down on her knees, placing her hands on her head, and keeping herself turned away from the view, as he had ordered.

“Good girl,” Spike praised, gripping the brush in one hand before flipping up Trixie’s skirt and, without a moment’s hesitation, pushed her panties all the way down to her ankles, her cheeks wobbling from the force of the push.

Trixie gasped. “Y-you nasty pervert! You can’t! Stop it right now! No, I didn’t agree to this!” She squirmed harder, reaching back to cover her rear, but Spike caught both of her wrists and pinned them to her back, transferring the brush to his prehensile tail to keep it out of the way. “Wait, wait, please, I’m sorry!” she said, shivering as she felt his palm push against her soft, plush bottom. “I’ll be good, I swear! I’ll do what you say!” Spike raised his palm up nice and high. “PLEASE! I don’t want a spanking!”

“Well,” Spike said calmly, a small smile on his face, “Then you shouldn’t have earned one.”

SMACK!

“EEP! OW!” Trixie hissed, arching her back as Spike’s hand came down on her right cheek. Her plump buttocks wobbled and jiggled from the smack, and before it had finished its little dance, Spike switched over and gave her other cheek a similar swat.

SMACK!

“AH! Come on, I said I was sorry!” the mare whined, kicking her legs hard, trying to swim her way off of Spike’s lap.

It didn’t help.

SMACK! SLAP! SPLAT! WHAP! WHAP!

Spike alternating from one cheek to the next, a light blush on his face as he took in the sight of her rear jiggling up and down, but he forced back any naughty thoughts he was having. This was for punishment. He had to treat it like one. “I’m sure you’re sorry, but you’re going to be sorrier before I’m finished, and perhaps you’ll not only learn to control yourself a bit better when I’m done, but you’ll also learn to follow instructions a little bit better, hm?”

SPANK! SPANK! SMACK! SMACK! SPANK! SMACK! SPANK!

“Aww! EEP! EEK! Y-yes, I will, I promise! OW! Spike, you’re spanking too hard.”

Spike glanced at her bottom again, watching as it pinkened up beautifully. But it was nowhere near red enough just yet. He shook his head and started to slap her sit spots, windmilling his arm a bit so that her cheeks wobbled up and down. “I’m spanking you as hard as I need to, Trixie. You not only put Twilight in danger, but yourself as well. What were you thinking up there on the stage?”

“OW! ACK! I-I was thinking I wanted to humiliate her and get a decisive victory!”

“And that didn’t work out very well for you, did it?” he scolded, clapping his hands down a bit harder, letting each impact sink in before delivering another one.

“WAAH! No sir! AWW!” she hissed and whimpered, fresh tears coming to her eyes. She tried to wring her hands free, but Spike’s grip was like iron. “AWW! H-how can you be so strong? YEEP! Y-you’re tiny! A little dragon!”

Spike blushed, but smirked, stopping the spanking for a second, rubbing her butt up and down for a second, making her groan. “A little dragon is still a dragon,” he scolded. He raised his hand up and gently blew on it, a hot bit of steam passing over his palm before he quickly smacked it down, making her buck nice and hard.

“YEEP!” she whined in distress, tears starting to fall from her eyes as another volley of slaps came her way.

SPANK! SPANK! SMACK! WHAP! WHAP! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP!

Spike took a deep breath and stopped after a dozen or so slaps with his warmed palm. He shook it. The tingle in his hand was starting to get a little overwhelming. It didn’t hurt, but it was a very interesting sensation. “Okay… I think that’s enough punishment for your bad behavior during the duel.”

She let out a deep breath, wiggling her bright red bottom. “Thank goodness.” She tried to get up, but Spike held her fast. “Um… a-aren’t we done?” she asked, gulping.

Spike reached behind him and grabbed the hairbrush from his tail. “No. Now, it’s time for the extra you earned.”

She gasped and writhed in distress as he set the back of the hard, wide brush against her buttocks. “NO! S-spike, please, I’m begging you, please, let me up, I’ll be good, I swear, I’m sorry I was a bad pony, I’ve learned my lesson!”

Spike frowned a little bit, sighing as he looked her over for a moment, glancing at her tear stained face, her quivery lip, her ruffled mane. He gave her bottom a light tap with the brush, making her tense up and hiss in anticipation. “I’ll tell you what,” he said gently. “I’m going to give you ten spanks. If you take them all like a good girl, and count them properly, we’ll end it here.”

“Noo,” she whimpered. “Please, no more.”

“It’s either that, or I just give you a full spanking with the brush like I was planning too.”

She whimpered again, but sniffled and nodded, wiggling again, arching her buttocks towards him. “F-fine… please, just get it over with.”

“Okay,” he said with a smile, rubbing the brush up and down on her bottom for a moment before he lifted it up. Trixie tensed, every muscle in her body going rigid. Spike waited for a bit, waiting just until the point where she was starting to relax. And then…

WHACK!

“YEEEK!” she squealed, hissing loudly as her right bottom cheek cratered and rippled outward, Spike holding the brush against her bottom after the blow landed.

He waited a moment. “Trixie, you had better start counting.”

“O-one! I’m sorry!”

WHACK!

“AH! T-two! I’ll be good!”

WHACK!

“T...Three! Three! Waaah!”

WHACK!

“Foooour!”

WHAP!

“Five! Please… please, no more!”

WHAP!

“WAAAH! SIIIX!”

WHAP!

“SEVEN! OWW! IT HURTS TOO BAAAD!”

WHAP!

“E… eheheeeeight!”

WHAP!

“TEN!” she sobbed, and blubbered, going limp against his legs.

Spike frowned, looking down at her and then at her bottom, which was now a nice, deep, cherry red, quivering softly from her sobbing and shaking. Rather than call her out on the number she missed, he smiled gently and shook his head, lowering the brush to the ground and then gently caressing her bottom. “You did wonderfully, Trixie,” he praised softly. “We’re all done.”

She whimpered and sobbed gently as he slowly helped her up. She looked at him pitifully for a moment.

He chuckled gently and opened his arms. “Do you need a hug?”

She gratefully threw her hands around him and nodded, squeezing him tightly as he rubbed at her back and bottom in a comforting manner. He sighed. “Okay… I still need to deal with Twilight.” He stood her up, turned her around and gently folded her skirt over her tail so that her bottom would stay visible. “I want you to sit down on your knees, hands on your head, facing away from me. No rubbing, no moving from that position, understand?”

“Y-yessir,” she said, still sniffling. She turned around, giving her backside a quick rub while she still could before getting on her knees next to Twilight and taking the position that Spike requested.

Spike took a moment to admire his handiwork, Trixie’s soft, bouncy, red bottom on full display, before he leaned back and sighed. “Alright, Twilight, come here.”

Gulping, the unicorn mare nodded, slowly standing up and shuffling over to Spike, biting her lip. Spike took her hips without another word and laid her down over his knee as he had done with Trixie. He flipped up her skirt and gently slid her panties down to her knees. Twilight squirmed lightly, but kept the palms of her hands firmly on the ground as Spike pat a hand over her backside, her soft, thick cheeks squishing gently under his hand. “Since you did as you were told, you’re only going to get a hand spanking,” he said. “But I’m not going to be gentle with you. You earned this.”

“I know… I’m sorry sir,” she mumbled.

He sighed and nodded, pressing down against her back firmly before raising his hand up, taking a deep breath and then letting it fall back down against her soft, bouncy rear.

SMACK!

She gasped and arched her back, hissing loudly from the slap, and Spike gave her another one on the opposite cheek.

SMACK!

“EEP!”

Spike raised a brow and glanced at her. “Twilight?”

“Y-yes?”

“You haven’t been sticking to your workout plan, have you?”

Her ears folded back and she blushed deeper. “N… no…”

He sighed again and shook his head before he quickly started to smack her rear, back and forth, making her buttocks dance, nice and fast.

SMACK! SWAT! SLAP! SMACK! WHAP! SWAT!

“Ah! Nnngh! Oww! OOOH! Hnn!” she writhed and kicked gently, but otherwise did her best to keep herself still as the spanking continued, whimpering gently as the sting started to build up and the sound of the slaps echoed through the gym. Her cheeks jiggled and wobbled gently as he continued to smack each cheek right in the center.

“Now, Twilight,” he said with a shake of his head, “I hope that you’re learning your lesson from this. I expect a heck of a lot better from you.”

“Aww, yes sir, I’m sorry sir,” she whimpered again, wiggling a bit harder, Spike tightening his grip around her to keep her from wriggling too hard.

He couldn’t help but blush a little bit as she kept referring to him as ‘sir.’ Even if it was appropriate given the circumstances, he was still more than a little bit embarrassed by her taking such a submissive position with him. But that was Twilight, he supposed. Rigid, obedient, smart, and shy as all get out.

SMACK! SPANK! SPLAT! WHAP! SPLAT!

“Owww! Aww! It huuurts!” she whimpered.

“It’s supposed to. You were a very, very naughty girl, Twilight. Honestly, letting your magic get so out of control. You are so lucky that you and Trixie weren’t hurt worse.” He started to slap her sit spots, as he had done with Trixie, which made her buck and yelp louder. “And you’re also lucky that you asked me to come here. Can you imagine what would have happened if I weren’t here to speak on your behalf with Celestia and Luna after this? Gods, I don’t even want to think about what your mom would think if she heard about that.”

Twilight sniffled loudly and squirmed a bit more as her sit spots really started to throb, her cheeks wobbling and dancing harder. “Aww, I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” she sobbed.

Spike nodded. “Good. Because if I ever need to do this again, for any reason, I am going to get a paddle, you understand?”

“A-a paddle?” she gasped. “You… you wouldn’t!”

“Don’t give me a reason,” he responded.

WHAP! WHACK! SMACK! SLAP! SPLAT! SMACK! WHAP!

“Aww! I’ll be good! Oooh! Waaah!”

Spike started to slow the smacks down and finally brought his palm to rest against her bottom, rubbing it up and down as she continued to sniffle and sob gently. “I hope you mean that, Twilight. You’re a very good girl, I know you are.”

“Aww…” she whimpered and writhed a bit more as Spike helped her up and hugged her tightly, as he had done with Trixie. “Th-thank you, Spike… f-for coming with me.”

He smiled lightly and rubbed her back again, patting her chubby cheeks. “No problem. Feel free to invite me any time,” he whispered. He glanced over at Trixie, who was still writhing, back and forth, wiggling her exposed, red tush back and forth. He smiled again and motioned to Trixie. “Go and join her on the ground for a bit longer, Twilight. Calm down, okay?”

She sniffed and nodded, smiling and wiping her eyes before shuffling over to sit down next to Trixie, who glared lightly at Twilight for a moment as Spike got up and walked over to Celestia and Luna, taking a moment to take a deep breath and calm himself. “So… was that okay?” he asked, nervously.

Celestia smiled and stood up, nodding. She gave him a quick hug and pat his shoulders. “You handled it expertly, Spike. Consider the matter settled. So long as the girls don’t take it to this extreme again,” she said, looking over at the two squirmy girls before leaning in closer to him. “Luna’s planning to come over tonight,” she said. “Did you want to catch a ride home with us, or…”

Spike thought about it for a moment before he shook his head. “If it’s okay with you, I think I’d like to make sure Twilight and Trixie get home safe.”

“My my,” Luna mused, walking over and smirking. “Quite the white knight, you’ve raised, sister.”

Spike blushed while Celestia shushed the blue mare. She smiled gently and nodded. “Yes, I’m quite proud of him.”

Spike’s blush grew deeper. “Mooom…” he mumbled, embarrassed. His mother and his aunt chuckled before prompting him to take the girls and head out, as they’d probably be there for a little while longer, trying to make sure that the gym was properly cleaned and ready for the next day of classes.

The dragon hurried over to the girls, helping them to stand and then even helped to pull up their underwear, much to Twilight’s delight and Trixie’s embarrassment. “If you girls don’t mind,” he offered with a small smile, “I’d like to make sure you get home alright.”

“Are you sure?” Twilight asked. “My home’s not a huge walk from here, I could make it fine by myself.”

“And I gotta take the bus to get to mine,” Trixie said. “Seriously, you don’t have to.”

“Well… at least let me accompany you to the bus stop then,” he offered, holding out his hand to the two of them. The two mares blushed, but Twilight smiled and nodded, taking his hand, walking with him towards the doorway. Spike stopped and glanced back at Trixie. “Coming?” he called.

She coughed lightly. “Y… yeah,” she said after a moment, offering him a small, but sincere smile. The two of them started to rub their backsides as they walked with Spike, out of the gym and then out of the school. He couldn’t help but chuckle at their embarrassed wiggles and blushes as they tried hard to banish the sting of his mighty palm.

He had to admit… it was more than a little invigorating.