Spike was waiting by a long staircase, dressed up in a black tuxedo suit, with his hair neatly combed, "Hi Spike," Rara greeted, walking down the stairs, dressed in a long dark sparkling dress.

"Hey Rara," Spike returned the greeting. "Wow, you're absolutely stunning!"

Rara blushed, rubbing her arm, "Thanks," She smiled. "Spike? Would you like to dance?" She asked, holding her hands out, which are wearing dark evening gloves.

Spike gently accepted her invitation, "You know I'd love to Rara," Spike replied, as the two walked out together on the dance floor, and held each other close, and started to dance like they were on air.

Trish Thuy Trang - I’ll Dream Of You

Rara was smiling in her sleep, dreaming of herself and Spike dancing together. Unfortunately, at the part where they leaned in close to kiss, she fell out of bed, crashed on the floor, and woke up back to reality.

"Ow!" Rara groaned, rubbing her head before she looked around, seeing Sapphires and Songbird were still asleep. Looking over to her clock, she saw that it was only five in the morning.

'Wow, that was some dream,' Rara thought, before she plopped back in bed.

The Next Morning

The sun came up from the horizon, shining over the city of Canterlot, and through the windows of the inhabitants who were all starting to wake up, ready to begin the day.

Spike got out of bed, gave himself a quick stretch of his arms, along with some other quick morning stretches before he dons up a set of fresh new clothes, before he walks downstairs, and was greeted by the smell of breakfast, cooked up by his roommate, Twilight Sparkle.

"Morning Twi," Spike greeted.

"Good morning, Spike," Twilight greeted. "Sleep well?"

"Like a baby," Spike took a whiff of the waffles the bookworm was serving. "Mmm, that smells good." He said in content, picking up a knife and fork, and proceeded to dine on it. "Whoa, that's good. You're getting better at making breakfast than Pinkie Pie, y'know that?"

"Actually, this is Pinkie's recipe," Twilight confirmed. "I'm just following the instructions."

"Oh well, I stand corrected."

The two resumed dining their breakfast, before Twilight started a conversation, "So Spike. How was your day, yesterday?" She asked.

"It was good," Spike asked. "Why do you ask?"

"Applejack told me that you were with Rara and the other two pop stars when you stopped by at Sweet Apple Acres," Twilight confirmed. "So I was just curious, did you have fun with them?"

"Of course I did," Spike replied. "And so were the ladies. You'd think I'd show them a good time without having fun doing it? You know me better Twilight."

Twilight chuckled, "Of course Spike. And if you don't mind me asking, where did you all go to yesterday? What did you do?" With that, Spike relayed the whole story to Twilight, much to her interests, and a mild envy when he relayed the part of his time with the pop stars at the ice cream shop. Nevertheless, Twilight smiled, happy for her roomie, "Wow, sounds like you've had a lot of fun Spike," She said.

"Sure did," Spike nodded. 'I wonder if they're up for some more fun today.'

Later that day, after breakfast, Spike skateboarded to where the stage was still being set, while Twilight left to meet up with the rest of her friends.

Upon arriving to where the show was going to be, Spike was surprised to see an even bigger mob of fans outside. Spike snuck around back via a hidden entry that only he and the pop stars knew about, along with a few guards for good measures. Presenting the backstage pass to the guards, he was allowed into the studio where he sees the pop stars going through a thorough dress rehearsal, together with their backup dancers and vocals.

Sapphire Shores, together with her backup dancers, were don up in a skin tight leotard that hugged every curves of their voluptuous body, outlining their tight behinds, and well-endowed bosom. Sapphire's is colored light blue, and was also wearing dark purple leg warmers and her hair was tied up in a ponytail, by a matching band. Spike blushed, not wanting to stare for too long, and looked to see Songbird Serenade rehearsing with her dancers.

Songbird Serenade, once again, had her hair don up in her signature style, covering her eyes completely again, with her dancers wearing wigs of the same style as they all performed a dance routine, with the pop star warming up her vocals.

Songbird: I know you, you're a special one

Some see crazy where I see love

You fall so low but shoot so high

Big dreamers shoot for open sky

So much life in those open eyes

So much depth, you look for the light

Spike bopped his head up and down to the rhythm of the woman's haunting voice. He looked around, but saw that Rara was nowhere in sight. He turned to a stage manager, "Hey, have you seen Rara?" He asked.

"She's just down that hall, doing yoga," The manager answered.

"Okay thanks," Spike waved before he was on his way.

It wasn't long before Spike arrived to see the lone pop star doing yoga, on a light blue mattress. The young singer had her hair tied up in a pony tail, was wearing a gray shoulder-less, sleeveless shirt with a light blue broach around her neck that held her top in place, a star with colorful music notes imprinted on the front, black sparkling pants, and light blue shoes.

She was listening to some calm, relaxing music while doing a series of yoga exercises, going from the downward dog, mālāsana, and the tree pose. Rara opened her eyes for a moment as she takes a deep breath, and caught sight of Spike in the doorway.

"Oh, hi Spike!" Rara smiled.

"Hey Rara," He greeted. "Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you or anything."

"No, no. It's fine. Please come in," She invited him.

Spike accepted the invitation, while the woman continues her exercise, "So how long have you been taking yogas?" He asked.

"Oh, for about my whole life," Rara answered. "It helps me to feel relax before big shows coming up," Spike nodded in acknowledgement. "Though, you probably know this. But there was that one time when yoga didn't help me relax at all," Rara blushed with embarrassment.

Spike couldn't help but chuckle, "Oh yeah. I haven't thought about that in a long time," He thought about the pop star's epic fail. Looking to see she was blushing even redder with embarrassment, Spike reassured, "Hey, it's okay. We all have that moment."

"You mean you've once fell over in yoga class and got your picture taken?" Rara asked.

"No, even worse," Spike blushed, as he looks around, making sure it's just the two of them. "Can you keep a secret?" He asked, to which Rara answered with a nod of her head, giving him the all clear.

With that, Spike whispered into her ears, to which she couldn't help but giggle in response, "No way!" She laughed. "That's way more epic than my epic fail!"

"Tell me about it," Spike chuckled. "Just don't tell this to anyone else, okay?" He whispered, to which Rara playfully zipped her lips.

"So Spike," Rara began. "What brings you here? Are you here to protect me again like you did yesterday?" She flirted, giving him half-lidded eyes.

"If I am, then I'd know you were just putting yourself in danger on purpose," Spike replied. "I'm just here to pay all three of you a friendly visit. Though from the looks of it, I guess I came at a bad time."

Rara nodded, while smiling sadly, "Yeah, dress rehearsals. Very important. With our show coming up, we can't ill afford to make any blunders. Everything has to go according to plan, or it's a no-show."

"Well we can't have that, now can we?" Spike replied, while enthusiastically saying, "Besides, what's the first thing an actor learns? The show must go on! Come rain, come shine, come snow, come sleet! The show must go on!" Rara nodded in agreement, while taken in by his humor.

"You're so funny, you know that Spike?" Rara asked.

Nervously chuckling, as he composed himself, Spike made his way to the door, "Well anyway, I think I'll just leave you alone then. See ya," Rara's eyes widened, before she quickly called out to him.

"No wait! Don't go!" Rara called, stopping him. "I mean, I'm actually okay with having your around. In fact, I'd like to take this as a chance to get to know you more."

Hearing that, Spike felt flattered, "Sounds good to me," He replied, as he took a seat on a spare mattress that was close by, while Rara resumes doing some of her stretches.

"Though, to be fair, I think I know a lot about you already," Spike spoke honestly. "Not from the magazines, but from AJ herself. She always kept going on and on about how you were just so easygoing back when you two were kids at Camp Friendship. How the two of you were just inseparable, and you had the most beautiful voice she's ever heard."

Rara smiled in nostalgia, "That's AJ for ya," She said. "She always did see the best of us, even when we couldn't see it for ourselves." Rara frowned, as she recalls a certain someone she greatly disgusts, "Unlike someone who only exploited my fame to get whatever it is he wants."

"Yeah, well good riddance with him," Spike spatted. "I'm just glad AJ helped you see Sven's true color and got you back to your senses."

"I'm glad as well," Rara nodded in agreement. "Because now, I want the world to see me for who I truly am," Looking back at Spike, it was Rara's turn to ask, "So Spike. Where did you learn to fight like that?"

Spike scratched the back of his head, as he began uneasily, "I don't like to brag. But I'll have you know, that wasn't Kung-Fu I did back then."

"That's okay," Rara replied. "I'm open to all sorts of martial arts."

Nodding in acknowledgement, Spike answered, "That was Kenpō you just witnessed."

"Kenpo?" Rara asked.

"No, no. Kenpō," Spike repeated, stressing the last part to make it stand out more.

"Oh," Rara nodded, understanding. "What's that?"

Past

It was during when Spike was a small child. In school, he would often get picked on by the much bigger kids. Especially by a group of bullies who called themselves the Dragons and the Diamond Dogs. As a result, Spike would often get into a lot of fight with them, and would get into bigger troubles with the school principal.

After consulting with a friend, Spike was enrolled in a kenpō school to begin his training. Not to fight, or to be disciplined, but to learn some self-discipline.

"Kenpō is a combination of ancient fighting techniques and modern scientific principles, an unending full-motion. A force which can overwhelm any form of attack. Every move creates a specific reaction in your opponent."

On some lessons, Spike would stay and watch, seeing how the older students would practice sparring against one another, making close observations on their strikes, and blows, which he would later use to practice at home, in his room, after he finishes doing his homeworks.

"Each reaction leads you to your next move. If we strike, it's a block. Every block is a strike."

During another lesson, Spike was sparring with an older, and experienced, student, both working on their strikes, and counterstrikes.

"Each move flows into the next. This logical and sequential flow of action is the essence of Kenpo."

During a lesson in class, the sensei had every students striking one after another, carrying a flow of energy, down to the next, until it reaches Spike at the end.

Since then, over the years, Spike has trained hard, and tirelessly, right up until he had earned his first black belt, at the age of 11.

"Kenpō can be the most lethal of the martial arts. To control the power of Kenpō, you must first control yourself. Train your spirit, as you train your body, developing inner strength, balance, and harmony as you learn. The master of Kenpō is more than an expert in Karate. He is the martial artist. He is the master of himself."

Present

"So, that's the story," Spike concluded, in front of Rara, who couldn't help but look at him with a look of surprise.

"Wow," Rara gasped in amazement. "That's so awesome."

"I know," Spike replied. "Since then, everyday's like an adventure for me and my friends."

"I can imagine," Rara smiled in admiration. "Can you teach me some of your Kenpō skills?"

Spike was taken by surprise, "What?"

"Can you teach me?" Rara asked. "I mean, is it that hard to learn?"

Spike looked hesitant, "I don't know," He replied uneasily. "It takes years to master Kenpō. And it's a lot of work."

"Well by chance, are there a few simple blocks or moves you can show me?" Rara asked eagerly.

Spike thought for a moment, before he complied. Like Rara requested, they began with a few basic maneuvers, which the pop star was starting to get the hang of. It was tiring, but Rara was satisfied with the knowledge she had obtained from Spike.

"Y'know, Rara," Spike began. "You may have just started. But I can tell you, you're on your way to become an awesome student of kenpō."

"Thanks," Rara chuckled, running a hand through her hair. "You're a nice guy, you know that Spike?" She asked.

Spike couldn't help but chuckle modestly as he nodded in agreement, followed by a shrug, "Yeah, I get that a lot," He replied. "I aim to please."

Rara smiled, as she looked at Spike, with half-lidded eyes, "Hey Spike?"

"Yes?" He asked, before the woman wrapped his arm close with her's, causing him to blush, even more in arousal when he feels her big soft breasts up his arm, through the fabric of her shirt.

"Thank you," Rara smiled, holding him close and lovingly. "I'm really glad I got the chance to know you more."

"Uh, likewise," Spike stammered in embarrassment. "Um, Rara?" He began. "You're kinda getting too close right now."

"Maybe that's a good thing," She said, sensually, eyes still half-lidded, as she leans in and pecked Spike on the cheek, then the other, and she finished it off, with a peck to the lips.

Needless to say, Spike melted from the triple kiss combo from the woman, and was blushing a shade of red, brighter than a tomato, strawberry, or an apple, whichever comes first.

"Wow," Spike gasped, once they parted. "That was wow," Spike shook himself back to his senses. "You're quite the kisser, you know that?"

"Even better than AJ?" Rara asked, albeit hopefully. When Spike nodded, Rara smiled even brighter, "Wow! That's so awesome! I guess it means I haven't found the right man until now!"

"Probably," Spike blushed, before he turned to the door. "I'll just be going now," He wasn't watching where he was going and bumped into one of the props, knocking it over. Spike and Rara both shared a few chuckles at his clumsy antic, before he got up and resumed walking out of the room.

Rara giggled to herself, while she thought triumphantly, 'Take that, AJ!'

Meanwhile, hiding behind a curtain, a certain prankster was smiling to himself with glee.

"Ooh, some people are gonna be so mad when they see this," Discord grinned trollishly, holding up a camera he used to record the moment.

On The Prowl - The Perfect Weapon 1991

Author's Note

Kenpō lectures, got it from the Perfect Weapon, starring Jeff Speakman, as a homage to his teacher, Ed Parker.

Anyway, I hope you've all enjoyed this chapter. Just a heads up for what to expect later on when the story picks back up in the summer.