Spike had been having a very good, delightful dream when it was rudely interrupted by a particularly chipper and peppy ringtone blasting from the phone on his night stand. He winced, his eyes struggling to focus as he raised his head from his pillow. Finally, his bleary eyes managed to make out the digital clock on his bedside table. It was three thirty in the morning. “I swear,” he growled, in a low, croaky, tired voice, “If this is another spam call from Neighvada, I’m going to kill someone…”

He reached out a tired hand, sliding it along the cool surface, and grabbed his phone, pulling the bright screen close to his face. “Pinkie Pie?” he mumbled as he read the contact name. “What in the world does she want?” he swiped the answer button and drew it to his head. “Hello?” he asked, just barely hiding his annoyance.

“Hey there, Spike!” Pinkie greeted happily, her voice bright and peppy, like they were meeting at school. “Whatcha up to?”

“Well… I WAS sleeping…” he mumbled.

“Oh, that’s right, you’re a normie,” she teased, giggling.

“Pinkie,” he said, huffing and flopping back down against his pillow, “Why are you calling me this early in the morning?”

“Well, I wanted to ask you if you could do me a favor.”

“This early in the morning?” he emphasized.

“No silly!” she giggled. “After school!”

“And you couldn’t have asked me yesterday? Or maybe today? At school? After I’d gotten a full night’s sleep?”

“Hey, I’m sorry, I sometimes forget that someponies have different sleep schedules from me.”

“What exactly IS your sleep schedule?”

“Four hours a day,” she answered.

“Four… Pinkie, how are you even still functioning?”

“Spike, do you have any idea how much stuff I could be doing while I’m sleeping? Four hours of sleep is more than enough time to get enough rest to function during the day.”

“Especially when most of your food intake consists of sugar and caffeine,” he muttered to himself.

“Did you say something?”

“No no. Erm, anyway, what was this favor you wanted?” he asked.

“Oh right! Well, my mom’s birthday is coming up. My sisters and I wanna get her something special since she’s turning forty. That’s like, a pretty big milestone for a pony, right?”

“I suppose, yeah. Wow, I didn’t realize your mom was so young when she had Maud,” he mumbled, letting out a yawn. “So… what did you need from me?”

“Well, my sisters and I were planning to go to the mall after school today to try and find some gifts for her.”

“Okay…”

“And we were hoping to get an outside opinion on our gifts and our shopping techniques.”

“Wait, shopping techniques?” he asked.

The question went ignored. “And we were kind of hoping, since you’ve been a real good friend to me and my sisters for years now, if you’d come with us?”

“But… I mean, I’ve met your mom before, but I don’t know if I would be able to tell you if the gifts would be a good fit for her… I don’t know her super well.”

“It’s okay, Spike!” she said happily. “We still really want a third party there to help us out. Please?”

Spike rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath, unable to think very clearly at the moment. “Mmph… and you want me?”

“Mhmm!”

“Well… I guess I don’t really have any plans this afternoon…”

“Awesome! That’s the spirit, Spike!” She made a kissing noise over the phone. “See you at school!”

“Yeah, yeah… and Pinkie?” he said, his eyes eyes already starting to shut.

“Yes, Spike? My most wonderful and valued best friend ever in the whole wide world and time and space?”

“If you ever call me this early again, I’m going to yank off your bottoms and beat your buns red and raw, you understand me?”

“...Kinky,” she giggled. “Well, these buns will be ready for baking any time, Spike! See you later!”

“Goodbye, Pinkie.”

“Sleep tight!” She hung up.

He groaned and sprawled back out on his bed, letting his phone fall beside him, unused. Just as he was starting to get back to sleep, his eyes shot open slightly. “Wait… did I just threaten to spank Pinkie?” he flushed deeply, and a small mountain started to rise up from his bed sheets, which he quickly squashed. He groaned louder and writhed, hugging his pillow closer against his head. “I did NOT need this right now,” he growled.

Spike did manage to get to sleep afterwards and despite being quite groggy when he woke up, he managed to get through the school day just fine. But Pinkie seemed quite insistent on popping up to remind him of their meeting after school at the oddest time. Between classes, during classes, during study hall… Perhaps the strangest was when she managed to pop out of his locker when he was trying to put away text books. When he’d asked how she was able to fit herself in such a small space, she’d shrugged, said she was taking ‘contortionist classes’ and then proceeded to lift her leg so that her foot was up in the air over her head and pull the leg to her front.

Spike had to admit, it was kind of impressive, and hot.

Once the school day was over, he met Pinkie and her sisters outside of the school and they took a quick bus ride over to the Canterlot Plaza, where the massive mall awaited them. Along with Pinkie, there was her younger sister, Marble, who had just started attending their school this year, her elder sister Limestone, a tough jock girl who was a year above him and Pinkie, and her eldest sister, Maud, who would be graduating at the end of the year.

He had a lot of fond memories of spending time with the Pie sisters growing up, but it seemed like he never got to see them nearly as much nowadays, so he was happy to have a chance, however brief, to catch up with them all. “So Maud, how are your specialty classes going? What’s it like being a senior?”

“It’s fun,” the dark grey mare said, her voice monotone, brushing a few strands of her perfectly straight mane behind her. “The classes are tough, but I like the subjects, and I can use them as college credits next year when I go to get my rocktorate.”

“Still planning on becoming a geologist, huh?”

“Yes,” she said.

“As if she’d do anything else with her time,” Limestone said with a snort.

“And what about you?” Spike countered quickly. “How’s that deadlifter career coming along.”

She narrowed her eyes, but smirked after deciding that he wasn’t making fun of her. “It’s coming. I’m up to three-eighty!” she flexed her impressively muscled arms. They were taught and thick, but not overly so, still looking lean when she rested them at her side. Of course, Spike was sure she could just twist him into a pretzel if she wanted to, and her strength paired well with her fiery temper and her extreme protectiveness of her sisters. Especially Marble.

Dear Marble sat at the edge of the bus, trying to become one with her seat, hugging her backpack tightly against her chest, her bangs obscuring one of her eyes. Spike offered her a small smile, causing her to blush and look away. “And what about you, Marble?” he asked, keeping his voice a little low, a habit he’d developed when he realized that talking too loud tended to startle or upset her. “How’re you liking your first year so far?”

“Um… uh…” she said, wiggling softly in her seat.

“She’s only been there a couple days,” Limestone said. “Not really a chance to form an opinion yet.”

“Well yeah,” Pinkie said, putting an arm around Marble and drawing her out of the safety of her corner, “But first impressions are pretty important too! So come on, Marble, what do you think?” she asked, still wearing that eager, encouraging grin.

“Um… it’s nice,” she finally mumbled, so low that Spike thought she was asking for ‘ice’ or ‘rice’ at first.

“See? She likes it!” Pinkie clapped her hands.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far,” Maud said, the very slightest hint of a smile coming to her face. “I’m also very proud of you, deciding to try school out this year.”

Marble blushed deeper and smiled, but tried, in vain, to remove herself from Pinkie’s grip and slide back to the safety of her corner.

“Ah, that’s right. You were home schooled for a long time.” Spike nodded.

“Anything wrong with that?” Limestone asked, narrowing her eyes.

Spike put up his hands defensively. “No, not at all, just saying.”

“Just… wanted to stay with my sisters is all,” Marble mumbled lightly.

The bus stopped just outside the plaza and the five of them walked out, heading towards the mall. Pinkie grinned as they approached and hopped in front of the group. “Alright girls, here’s the situation!” she said. “There’s five of us and we each have our own ideas about what to get mom for her birthday. So I think the best thing is to split into teams, go to the stores we want to check out, and buy our stuff.”

Spike raised a hand. “And um, how exactly am I supposed to help out?”

“I’m glad you asked!” she said with a grin. “You’ll spend some time with both groups! We’ll pick out our gifts, and let us know what you think!”

“Well… okay,” he mumbled, shrugging. If she thought that he would be helpful, he’d have to stop questioning and just go with the flow right now.

Besides, if it meant spending some time with the pie sisters, well, it wasn’t going to be too bad.

After a brief discussion over who would go with who, Maud and Limestone decided to make up one group while Pinkie and Marble would be the second, and Spike would start off with Pinkie and Marble and then switch over after about an hour of wandering around. They’d all reconvene at the big fountain in the middle of the mall when they were done. It didn’t take long for the groups to get separated once they entered the mall, which was oddly busy for a weekday afternoon. There weren’t even a huge amount of kids from the school in there, it was just really full at the moment, it seemed.

Spike followed closely behind a skipping Pinkie Pie and a shuffling Marble as they entered and he looked around. There was a large arcade off to the side, because of course there was. There was always an arcade at the entrance to the mall. “So, where are going first?”

“Clothing store, definitely! Mom could really use an update to her wardrobe.”

“Uh… um…” Marble pulled on her sister’s sleeve. “But she likes the… conservative, plain stuff, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah, but she’s starting to wear out a lot of the stuff she’s got. Remember what happened when she was out in the fields the other day? When she bent over.” Pinkie made a tearing sound and pointed at her backside, making Marble blush and giggle gently.

Spike snickered lightly and blushed as he tried his best to picture the incredibly strict and serious mare, Cloudy Quartz, bending over and ripping her pants, and trying to keep her cool while also not trying to show her distress… or her cute tush.

He shook his head. He really had to get a handle on his imagination like this.

Pinkie and Marble weaved their way through the crowded floor easily enough, Spike struggling to keep up, but still able to do so. Before long, they came across one of the fancier clothing stores in the mall, called “The Runway.” Spike frowned, glancing around for a moment, at all the fancy, designer clothes of various styles and sizes. “Are you all… sure about this place?” he asked, feeling up a pretty white dress for a moment, glancing at the price tag. “This stuff is pretty expensive.”

“Yeah, but that’s what’s gonna make it look so cool! They’ve got some nice, modern stuff here for mature women!” Pinkie was already loading her arms with several different outfits.

“Er… yeah… right…” Spike muttered, glancing to the side, taking in a mannequin dressed in what he could only describe as a silk hula skirt, a g-string with several long strips of silk hanging down around it. It looked like it would most likely slide down to about just above the knee, perhaps a little shorter than that, if the mare wearing it was of proper size. The top was some sort of soft material that was meant to imitate the rough look of a coconut bra, though it looked far more comfortable than actual coconuts would, that was for sure. Still, if that was what ‘mature’ women were wearing… well, he wished some of them lived a little bit closer to him.

Shaking his head, he jogged a little bit to keep up with Pinkie as she suddenly transferred the massive armload of outfits over to Marble, who squeaked under the weight of the pile. “Okay, Marble, I want you to take all of these clothes and go into the changing room and try them on so that we can get a good look at them!”

“What?” she asked quietly. “B-but… why me?” she asked.

“Because, you’re about mom’s height, aren’t you?”

“I-I guess so… but I mean… her hips are wider than mine, aren’t they? I don’t think I’d fit into-”

“Doesn’t matter,” Pinkie insisted, gently pushing her younger sister towards the changing rooms. “Even if you gotta hold up those bottoms, it’ll give us a pretty good idea on how it’ll look on her!

“But… but…”

“C’mon, Marble, you know as well as I do that mom NEEDS an update to her wardrobe! We gotta get her something that she can really cut loose in! Something super hip! Something that might actually get her to let her bun down for a bit!”

Marble groaned loudly, but stopped resisting as they reached the changing rooms. She glanced back at Pinkie, who gave her an enthusiastic smile and nod, and then she looked over to Spike, who gave her an unsure, but encouraging smile, and a thumbs up. She took a deep breath and nodded before shuffling forward and walking into an open changing room, closing and locking the door behind her.

Spike took Pinkie’s hand and had her back up a few paces so they’d be out of earshot of Marble. “Pinkie,” he started, “are you sure about this?”

“About what? It isn’t like mom doesn’t like getting new clothes. Well, except for that time we all got her socks for Hearth’s Warming. That wasn’t a fun holiday.”

“No, I mean about making Marble into a model. I know she’s the proper height and everything but… well, you know how she is. She hates being the center of attention. Heck, she hates attention period.”

Pinkie shrugged. “Spike, she’ll be fine. And she’s getting better about it. I mean, she’s actually going to school now and everything!”

“Pinkie,” he said, looking at her a bit more seriously now. “You remember back in middle school, when we went to that Karaoke bar together? You, me, your parents, and your sisters, when you invited me over for that sleep over, and we went out to eat that night?”

“Oh yeah, that was an awesome night!”

Spike crossed his arms and tapped his foot, looking at her. “You remember what happened when Marble took the stage?”

Pinkie thought about it for a moment. Opened her mouth. Closed it. Then her eyes widened and her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ shape as she realized what he was getting at. “Ohhh yeah… she didn’t come out of her room for a while after that.”

“Mhm, that’s what I thought.” he said with a nod.

“But Spike, come on, it’s not gonna be that bad now. She’s gotten better, and it’s not like we’re going to be putting her up on a stage or anything!”

“You’re missing the point, Pinkie. Marble doesn’t like anything that’ll make her stand out. You know this!”

Pinkie huffed gently. “It’ll be fine,” she said. “Seriously, Spike, just calm down a bit, you’re being way too paranoid.”

“Fine, fine,” he grunted. “But if this ends up bothering Marble, I don’t even want to think about what Limestone is going to say to you about it.”

Pinkie shuddered a bit, clearly thinking about what Limestone would say or do if she did end up upsetting Marble, sister or not. Then, she shook her head lightly. “Spike, it’s just a little bit of modeling, how bad could it be?”

Spike glanced between her and the changing room. “How bad are the outfits you picked out for her?”

Pinkie blushed, not answering, as the door swung open and marble walked out… in a skin tight leather leotard with fishnet stockings. It actually covered a lot of her lower torso, likely for someone with wider hips of course, but it still hugged her form impressively. “Pinkie,” she said, just loud enough for the two of them to hear while she squirmed back and forth, “I-I don’t think mom would enjoy wearing this…”

“Hmmm…” Pinkie stroked her chin. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Okay, we’ll call that one a no-go. Try on one of the other ones?”

“Mhm…” she turned around and started into shuffle back into the room, only to show the way the leotard hugged the outline of her cheeks and crack in a revealing manner. They could even see the shape of her panties under it ever so slightly.

Spike would have loved to just savor the glimpse he’d got as the shy earth mare hastily closed the door behind her, but he was interrupted by a light whistle from behind them. He and Pinkie turned to see that a small crowd had gathered during the brief time Marble had been in that revealing outfit. Mostly teens and pervy old men, but they were all there to get a peek at the beauty changing in the room ahead of them.

The dragon let out a loud sigh. “Pinkie, this is exactly what I’m talking about,” he said, waving a hand at the crowd.

Pinkie was quick to dash over and disperse them, shooing them all away with an annoyed look on her face. “Go on, get outta here,” she huffed. “Damn pervs, peepin’ on my sister.”

“And what does that make you, if you're the one giving them something to peep at?” Spike mused, placing his hand on his chin like he was some sort of philosopher.

“Now don’t you start.”

“Anyway,” Spike said, growing serious again, “I don’t really think that it’s going to matter much. They’re going to come back and they’re going to keep ogling her. I really don’t think we should keep making her do this.”

“Spike, just a few more. Come on, how else are we going to get an idea on whether or not it’s gonna look good on my mom?”

“Um… picture your mom wearing them?” he asked.

“Spike, I don’t want to imagine my mom in sexy clothing.”

“Then why did you consider getting her some?”

“Because mom needs to loosen up! And there’s a big difference between having Marble model in a store and having her do something like that on stage!” She gave a great big pout.

“It doesn’t matter,” Spike said, keeping his voice even. “You know how she feels about strangers.”

Pinkie didn’t have a chance to argue back as the door opened up again and the shy, grey mare walked out a second time, this time in a large, pretty red sundress and a matching sun hat that dipped down to hide her face slightly. Once again, it was a little too wide around the waist, but it wasn't as obvious, being a dress. She squirmed nervously yet again, but this outfit didn’t seem to attract nearly as much attention. “H-how… does it look?” she asked, nervously.

The two of them stared at her for a moment and then Pinkie clapped her hands in delight. “Marble, you look amazing in that thing!”

“R… really?”

“Yeah, actually!” Spike said, nodding his head quickly. “Marble, that sundress… actually looks really nice on you.”

She gave a faint smile, her face heating up from the praise and her tail waggling back and forth. “W-well… I’m glad you like it. Um, do you think mom would like it?”

“Hmmm, well right now I’m thinking about getting it for you instead,” Pinkie teased, giggling gently.

Blushing harder, Marble turned and shuffled back towards the dressing room, but she had a bit of a bounce in her step as she did so.

As she closed the door, Spike smiled. “She really did look good in that.”

“Yeah, she did.” Pinkie grinned and gave him a light nudge. “So… you gonna ask her out?”

Spike flushed and sputtered a bit. “Wha? Where did that come from?” he asked.

“Well hey, my sister needs to get out a bit more and-”

“Pinkie, stop, I see what you’re doing.” Spike sighed. “It’s sweet that you care about your sister enough to try and get her to be more outgoing… like you do with Maud and Limestone too… and even your mom. But maybe they’re just not as extroverted as you, and that’s fine.”

“But I’m worried that they’re just gonna shrivel up and hide in a cave somewhere!” Pinkie whined. “I don’t want my family to just turn into a bunch of spinsters!”

“They’ve still got time, and who knows, they might find someone they like on their own. I like Marble, but… no different from how I like you or the others.”

Pinkie sighed again and rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine, I’ll try and dial it back a little bit.”

“Good. I just don’t want your sisters to end up getting overloaded is all.” He smiled.

The door opened a third time, but just by a crack. A tiny voice called out to them, “Uh… Pinkie, do I really have to come out in this one? I-I don’t think mom’ll like it…”

“Oh come on, let’s at least see what it looks like!”

“Pinkie, if Marble isn’t comfortable, I don’t think…”

“O-okay… here I come,” she said, pushing open the door all the way and walking out… in what was definitely a belly dancer’s costume. She was flushed bright red, and was currently holding up the baggy, silken bottoms, which had hips far to wide for the much more thin young woman. Apart from that, the top she was wearing, a strapless bra contraption, bright blue to match the silk bottoms, fit her quite well… mostly because puberty had hit poor Marble like a ton of bricks.

“Pinkie, that’s not a casual outfit, that’s a costume,” Spike said, glaring at her.

“Um, hello, have you seen some of the things that ponies wear nowadays? And what about Somnambula! She walks around in something like that all the time, you know!”

“Um… c-can I please, please, please go change now? I’m really uncomfortable,” she mumbled, sniffling gently.

Pinkie’s ear twitched and she glanced over. “Marble… is it really bothering you that much?”

“Toldja,” Spike muttered lightly, as Marble nodded to her sister.

“Aww, I'm sorry, Marble! C’mere you,” Pinkie said, hurrying forward and wrapping her sister in a rough, loving hug, lifting her up off the ground.

“Eeep! P-Pinkie, no!” she gasped. “My hands slipping! I can’t hold onto-”

But it was too late.

The bottoms she was holding slipped out of her grip, her hands loosening around the fabric and it fell to the floor under her, leaving the mare and flashing her sister and the dragon with a very clear look at her bright white panties, hugging her cheeks nice and tight, with a pattern like a zen garden on them, as if someone was making circles and spirals in sand on her cheeks. Not only that, but her cute little panties were now completely exposed to the small crowd that had once again formed out of curiosity to see what was going on.

There was silence for a moment. A long, awkward, uncomfortable moment, with many, many eyes trained on the scene.

Then, Marble started to cry, letting out a cute little whine as tears spilled from her eyes. Pinkie started to set her down and apologized over and over again. Spike, once he got over the initial shock of seeing Marble’s underwear, quickly decided to act, and hurried forward, gently pushing on both of their backs, moving them back towards the changing room. “Go, go, go,” he said quickly, glancing back at the curious, ogling crowd before gently sliding both Pie sisters into the changing room and ducking in himself, closing and locking the door. He sighed and turned to Marble, who was trying to get a handle on herself, wiping away at her eyes, hiccuping gently and telling Pinkie that it was fine, that she was fine, and that she could stop apologizing.

Pinkie, despite her sister’s insistence, continued to apologize, a look of distress on her face as she seemed to finally and fully realize that she probably shouldn’t have put Marble, of all ponies, into this sort of situation.

Spike frowned gently, glancing from one to the other before taking a deep breath. He thought back to how he’d handled Twilight and Trixie after that little ‘altercation’ the two of them had during their magical duel. He bit his lip, wondering if he was overstepping bounds here. But looking between the distressed Pinkie and the whimpering Marble. He knew what he had to do, if only to help allay his friend’s guilt. He crossed his arms and put on as stern a face as he could muster, glancing at the pink pony. “Pinkie, I warned you…”

“Yeah, I know you did,” she groaned, rubbing Marble’s shoulders. “No need to rub it in.”

“I’m not rubbing it in,” he stated. “I’m telling you that this wouldn’t have happened if you had just considered that maybe Marble wouldn’t have enjoyed being a model, even if it were for something like a private show to determine if it’d make a good gift for someone else. And I can see you realized that.”

“Yeah…” she mumbled lightly, coughing a little bit. “I uh… I did.” She looked a bit uncomfortable.

“You know your mom’s not gonna be happy about this. Your sisters too.”

Pinkie groaned. “Y…yeah…”

Marble sniffled and shook her head. “It… it’s fine,” she whimpered, finally getting a handle on herself. “I-it’s no big deal. W-we don’t have to tell them.”

“It is a big deal,” Pinkie argued, a hand on her hip. “Marble, I upset you, and I am so sorry about that. Even if I got to see you in a bunch of really cute outfits… and Spike did too.”

Spike rubbed the back of his head. “Eheh… yeah that was nice.” He shook his head. “But that’s not the point. Pinkie, you did a dumb thing, and even if we don’t tell anyone, you’re going to be walking around with a lot of guilt on your head about this. It’s going to be real obvious, eventually, and someone’s going to ask what’s wrong. And you aren’t exactly the best liar out there.”

“Heh… I guess that’s true. I do have trouble keeping confidence.”

“I know,” Spike mumbled, thinking back to how many surprises she had unintentionally spoiled over the years. “But… there is a way we can deal with it, here and now, you know.”

Both girls looked at him, a quizzical look on their faces, tilting their heads in curiosity.

Spike gave them a moment to try and figure it out on their own, but after a moment, he sighed and said, “Pinkie, I could punish you right here and now.”

“Ohhh,” they both said at once. Spike rolled his eyes and sat down on the changing room bench. Pinkie gave a light sigh and a giggle. “It’s not a bad idea, Spike, but I don’t think it’d work. I mean, you’re like, my best friend. And no offense, but you aren’t really a ‘spanky’ sort of guy.”

“Pinkie, come here,” Spike said firmly.

“Wait, what? You’re serious? Spike, I already said-”

“Pinkamena Diane Pie,” Spike said, his tone firm, and his body rigid, “Come here this instant. If I have to get you myself, you’re going to get extra.” When the Pie sisters continued to just stand there, he crossed his arms. “One…” he started to count.

Pinkie jumped and flushed, covering her rear, shuffling forward. “Darn it, why’d you have to start counting?!” she whined. “I hate that.”

“Well, it worked, and I told you to come, and you wouldn’t.”

“Come on, Spike, you can’t really spank me! You’re my best friend!”

“And any good friend would give you what you need. I don’t want you to get in trouble for this, and I don’t want you to beat yourself up over it. And I know you will.” He reached out and took her wrist. “So before that happens, I’m going to take matters into my own hands.” He gave her a light yank, not really forcing her, but suggesting that she continued forward. She did so, moving forward and slowly sliding down over his knees, wiggling her hips lightly as Spike repositioned her. He made sure that her flank was right in the center of his lap and then began to gently work her bottoms down, face starting to heat up, wondering if maybe he was going a touch too far.

Pinkie raised up her hips, however, offering no resistance, and in fact, making it easier for him to bare her. He shivered as he slid her pants and panties down around her knees, revealing her thick, bouncy cheeks. “Well,” Spike mused with a light smile, “Now I know where all that cake goes.” He pat a hand against her rump, making each cheek wobble gently.

“Hey, come on, they aren’t that big!” Pinkie protested with a light huff. “Wait, are they that big? Marble, do I have a big butt?” she asked, wiggling it back and forth, which only made it wobble more.

Both Spike and Marble blushed at the action and Spike pressed a hand into the big, soft mass to try and keep her still. Marble cleared her throat. “W-well… it’s um… certainly not small,” she commented.

Pinkie giggled. “Hah. Just messing with you, I know I got a lot of tutti-fruity in the booty!”

Spike gave her a light glare and raised his hand up, quickly bringing it down in a powerful arc against her rear, making her cheek jiggle up and down as it struck. Pinkie let out a surprised squeal and arched her back a little, though Spike held her down before she could get up off of his lap. “I think it’s about time to start,” he announced, raising the hand back up again and bringing it down on the opposite cheek before she could protest further. Several more swats soon followed, sending her cake-filled cheeks jiggling back and forth quickly.

SMACK! SPANK! SMACK! SPANK!

“Oop! Eep! Ack! Aw!” she gasped lightly and hissed as the sting started to sink in, writhing over the dragon’s knee. “Oww, s-seriously, we could just say I apologized and get on with our lives! Meep! Oww, that stings!”

“It’s supposed to. And we could do that, but I don’t think that it would really take care of your guilt, now would it?”

“Oww! Spike!”

“No, you need a spanking, Pinkie Pie, and I’m going to make sure that you get what you need.”

“I-I could have just… n-not told anyone,” Marble mumbled, though she was rather hypnotized by the scene in front of her, Spike’s hand moving expertly between her sister’s cheeks as he made the skin under her pink fur turn a nice, dazzling shade of red. Surprisingly, it didn’t seem to take much to get her cheeks reddening, though she didn’t seem like she was in a lot of pain.

“I wouldn’t ask you to keep a secret like that,” Spike said, smiling up at her, though the swats did not stop, and Pinkie’s feet started to kick and wiggle gently against his smacks. “It’d be too much for you.”

Marble blushed deeper and rubbed her arm, glancing away briefly. “I-I suppose that’s true. And… Pinkie did upset me a little bit…” she finally said.

“Aww! I knew it! Owww! I’m sorry, Marble,” Pinkie whined, glancing back at her sister with cute, wide eyes.

WHAP! SMACK! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Marble wiggled a bit more, a tad self conscious as she was still half naked. “N… no, it’s fine… really. Apology accepted.”

“Good,” Spike said softly, though his hand trailed lower as he spanked, starting to clap against her more sensitive sit spots, even swatting against her upper legs a bit.

“Meep! Aw! Waah!” She gasped and writhed a bit more, the tears in her eyes starting to fall as the healthy color in her rear got a bit darker.

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

Spike was holding back, just enough to not push her over the edge. He was not going as hard as he had with Twilight or Trixie, knowing that the punishment needed to fit the crime. This was a far smaller scale punishment, and so he treated it that way. They’d already apologized and everything, so this was really just to make sure that the lesson sunk in and they wouldn’t repeat the mistake again.

SWAT, SWAT, SMACK! SPANK, SPANK, SLAP!

That and… well, Spike couldn’t help but find the hypnotic wobble of her soft, large, pink cheeks rather cute as well. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind though. He had to finish up here, and he didn’t want to make himself feel guilty for enjoying this on some level.

He tightened his grip around her hips and raised his hand up just a little bit higher. “Almost done,” he promised. But he was going to make sure that these last five really left a good impression.

WHAP!

“EEP!”

SMACK!

“OOP!”

SLAP!

“AWW!”

SPLAT!

“EESH!”

And finally, one right in the center, right along her crack.

CRACK!

“WAAAH!” she howled, arching her back and sobbing. “I’m sorry!” she whined.

“I know…” he smiled and leaned back. “There’s another pony that you should say that to though.” He helped her to slowly stand up and she immediately started to rub at her bottom, whimpering gently.

“Ow, ow, ow… I’m sorry, Marble… seriously, I won’t ever ask you to do that again… I should have known better.”

Marble smiled gently, her blush fading as she walked forward and hugged her tightly. “It’s fine,” she whispered. “I forgive you, Pinkie. Thank you for apologizing… just um, please, no more fashion shows?”

“No more fashion shows,” she promised, rubbing her sister’s back as she held Marble close, the two of them cuddling lightly as they comforted one another. Spike smiled, a small blush on his face as he watched the two of them, though his eyes inevitably drew downwards, focusing on Pinkie’s bare butt and Marble’s cute panties. He jumped lightly as Pinkie suddenly turned to spike. He looked up at her watery eyes and her big, bright smile. “And Spike?”

“Uh… yeah?” he asked, blushing a little as he tried to keep his eyes on her face.

She slid forward, straddling his lap as she sat down on it, hugging him tightly as well, nuzzling her cheek to his. “Thank you,” she said softly.

“Er… n-no problem,” he said with a smile, rubbing her back as he held her as well.

“I love you,” she whispered to him as she cuddled with him, wriggling and writhing her buttocks against his lap.

Spike’s eyes widened and he felt a small feeling of panic come over him. She loved him? Wait, did that mean love, as in ‘love’ love? Or was it just ‘as a friend’? Or… something else? She couldn’t mean it like that, right? She was just being extra friendly because of all the emotions. How did he respond? Should he respond. “Uh…” he said, stupidly.

“Um,” Marble interrupted. “M-maybe we should get dressed and uh… put all this away?” she asked, motioning to all the clothes strewn around them.

“Oh! Yeah, right.” Pinkie coughed, quickly drawing herself up off of his lap, a toasty blush coming to her face to match her rear. She turned away from him, bending over, giving him quite the view of the full moon before yanking up her panties and hiding her cheeks from view. “Uh, maybe clothes aren’t the right thing to get Mom... “

“Yeah,” Marble said gently. “Let’s um… let’s go look somewhere else, okay?”

“Sure,” Spike said, coughing gently, smiling a little as he stood up, clearing his throat as he tried to stealthily adjust his pants a little bit. “Let’s go girls. We’ve still got to see what Limestone and Maud are up to after all.”

The two mares nodded, before they helped to gather up the clothing around them and hurried it out of the room, apologizing to a few annoyed mares for taking so long in the changing room (and getting quite a few questioning glares from ponies who were wondering just what they were doing in there to begin with). Then they went off to find the others, and hopefully, a good present for Cloudy Quartz.