Leash Day

“You look ravishing, my dear!”

Sweetie Belle smiled at her reflection in the wall-sized mirror. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rarity beaming at her, filled with pride. She twirled in place and curtsied when she came to a step, followed by her big sister clapping her hands gleefully.

“Wonderful! Oh, Sweetie Belle, this dress looks just divine on you! I’m sure he’ll think that too!”

Sweetie let the words sink in. She looked down at herself, at Rarity’s newest creation comfortably hugging her. She briefly imagined a different hug and grew the tiniest shade of crimson around her cheeks. Without taking her eyes off the dress, Sweetie Belle asked the question burning on her mind.

“Do you really think he’ll like it, Rarity? I know you did your best, it’s gorgeous. It’s, I just want everything to be…” She paused. She had to take a breath. “To be perfect.”

Hoofsteps. Rarity was beside her now. She felt her older sister’s reassuring hand on her shoulder, and she couldn’t help putting her own over it. Rarity was also looking at her in the mirror, her eyes two deep sapphire pools sparkling with something unsaid. Sweetie Belle turned away from her image to look at her questioningly.

“Rarity?”

“You grew up so quickly,” the mare said. When she saw Sweetie cock her head, she shook her own with a chuckle. Happy, but… something else as well. “Even after you told me, I guess I was stubborn about it. You were always my precious little sister. I don’t think that will ever truly change. Oh, listen to an old mare prattle on!”

Rarity knelt down, slung her arms around Sweetie Belle. After a moment, Sweetie returned the hug, throwing herself at Rarity’s neck and giggling. Her sister was warm, and comforting, and she smelled of lilacs. Sweetie Belle buried her nose in Rarity’s mane and clutched her tight.

“You go get him, you hear?”

Sweetie nodded.

“Boys don’t usually know what they want,” Rarity went on. “You have to push them. Get them to notice you. Make your intentions clear! Close in on your prey! And when the time is right, you must pounce!”

Sweetie Belle broke into a giggle. She looked at the bag she and Rarity had prepared for the picnic. “I will, promise! I totally will!” She gave Rarity a kiss on the cheek. “See you later, big sister! Thanks for everything!”

“Anytime, Sweetie Belle. Anytime.” Rarity followed the young mare to the door and waved as she skipped away. Only when Sweetie was out of sight did she step back through the entrance, pulled it closed behind her, and allowed herself a weary sigh and a shake of her head. She’s so hopeful. Oh, I hope everything works out for you, Sweetie Belle. Now, where did I put the yellow ribbon..?

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. Had she forgotten to switch the sign to closed? Curious, she turned the doorknob. A shadow fell over her when she opened the door. A tall figure in a trench coat and a fedora drawn deep over their features greeted her. Her mouth fell open in shock.

“Miss Rarity. I need your help.”

“Hey, Spike! You’re already here! I thought I would beat you to it!”

Spike turned around at the sweet voice of a sweet filly. Returning her bright smile with one of his own, he let his eyes dip low for a moment. Sweetie Belle had dressed in something almost princess-like, a light contrasting her coat, more modest than what most young mares chose to wear these days… if one ignored the high-cut slits at the sides revealing enough leg to show she could not possibly be wearing long underwear. Blue gems of different shapes dotted the ensemble, clearly marking this as one of Rarity’s works, an unmistakable creative touch.

Sweetie had crossed her arms in her front, holding a bag in both hands, and it took Spike another moment to tear his gaze away from how that squeezed and pushed up her cloth-covered chest. Almost like she was trying to push it into his view. She wasn’t quite as endowed as Rarity, but still curvy for her age. Spike cleared his throat and held a claw out for her, which she took gracefully with a titter. She sat down besides himself. The bag was dropped off a little further behind her.

Spike suddenly felt horribly underdressed in his pants and shirts combination. He pointed a thumb over his shoulder at his basket.

“Hey, Sweetie Belle. I thought I’d come a little early. Brought the blanket with me. Got a few snacks packed too.” His grin grew. “Nothing Twilight cooked.”

Sweetie Belle slapped his arm but she laughed at the same time. “Stop, you! She’s not that bad! Twilight’s a much better cook than I am! Trust me, I’m happy when I only burn toast or something.”

“In the interest of preserving our friendship,” Spike answered, “I am not going to comment.”

“One time I turned orange juice into a bubbling, grey sludge.”

Spike did his best not to bite his lip. “Again, no comment.”

Sweetie giggled again and leaned her head on his shoulder. It felt nice. Spike exhaled slowly to not disturb her resting place too much.

“You’re right, Sweetie Belle. Twilight’s not a bad cook when she’s not overworked.” Spike looked down to meet Sweetie’s curious emerald eyes. “In fact, she can be pretty good at it. She’s Twilight, after all. She’s good at almost everything she sets her mind to. Except dancing. Still hasn’t figured that one out.”

Sweetie Belle poked him in the arm. “You’re a good dancer, Spike.”

“What can I say, I’m amazing.” Spike grinned, and he saw the filly’s cheeks bulge as she held in a chuckle of her own. He reached out to touch her shoulder. “You did well too. Did Rarity teach you how to dance? I bet it would look great if you tried dancing in one of her dresses. Rarity is really good with all of that stuff.”

The warm presence left his shoulder; Sweetie Belle raised her head away from him, looking down to the ground, still smiling. “Yeah, she is. Rarity is really, really good at making dresses. And dancing, and singing, and all that stuff, like you said. She’s perfect.”

He cocked his head. “Well, I wouldn’t say she’s perfect,” Spike said with a shrug.

“There was a time you would have.”

Spike shrugged again. “Got me there. I used to worship the ground she walked on. It’s been a while since then. I moved on, I suppose.” He stretched out his legs and leaned back on his hands. Sweetie Belle stirred next to him but didn’t say anything. “I had it bad, didn’t I? The girls would tease me about it, sometimes. Celestia, I thought I was so subtle about it, but everypony knew. Except Rarity. She didn’t see it, even when I followed her around like a lovesick puppy.”

“Maybe she didn’t want to see it,” came Sweetie Belle’s nonchalant reply. Spike shrugged for a third time.

“Could be. Maybe she convinced herself there was nothing there so she didn’t have to hurt my feelings. It wouldn’t have worked out between us anyway. It’s for the better this way.” Spike paused. “Yeah, it’s better this way. Rarity is great. She’s graceful, and beautiful, and talented, and sure of herself. She’s like this rare one-in-a-million gems you can find out there. But we weren’t meant to be. And that’s okay.”

Sweetie Belle crossed her legs and wiped away a wrinkle in her dress he honestly couldn’t see. She looked very concentrated on her task, and one of her ears was still cocked in his direction. After a deep breath, she asked: “Spike? Isn’t it a little strange how… almost all we’ve done since we met here is talk about Twilight Sparkle and Rarity?”

Spike gave an awkward laugh. “Yeah, sorry about that, Sweetie Belle. I guess that just kinda happens, you know?” He scratched the back of his neck and grinned ruefully. “It’s like that when you grow up with somepony like Twilight or Rarity. Or Applejack for Apple Bloom, I suppose. You kinda tend to get hung up on what they are.”

“You get overshadowed, you mean.” Sweetie folded her hands in her lap, looking away from him now.

“I wouldn’t say it quite like that. Sounds very negative.” Spike sighed and peered at a random pony passing by further down the park. Somepony he knew from someplace, probably. “You’re not totally wrong with it either, though. Don’t get me wrong, Sweetie Belle, I absolutely love Twilight to pieces, but it’s something special to grow up with a genius super-sorceress hero for a… for family. Something special and different. Not too many ponies can relate to that.”

Sweetie’s answer came quietly. “I can.”

Spike gave her a sidelong glance. “True. You can.”

“Rarity is everything you said,” she went on, “and everything I said, and more. It’s hard to shine with her around. I thought I’d made peace with that, she’s a hero, and a legendary designer, and she’s one of the best singers I know. I shouldn’t try to compete with her.”

Spike sat up a little. “You’re competing?”

Sweetie let her eyes fall closed, slowly. “No. We’re not competing. Just like you’re not competing with Princess Twilight. You don’t need to.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have a giant statue of you in the Crystal Empire, Spike. The Crystal Ponies worship you. You have a stained glass window in Canterlot Castle. You were there. You made some amazing friends by yourself. You made a difference. You’re your own dragon.” The corners of her mouth went up. “And I am really happy for you about that! You deserve it! But, well, it still means you have something of your own outside of Twilight Sparkle. I’m just some nopony from Ponyville.”

Spike turned around towards her. He gave her a serious look. When Sweetie refused to look back at him, he grew bold enough to put his claw on her knee. The filly tensed but did not move away from his touch. Spike tightened his grip, just a tiny bit more.

“You’re not a nopony,” Spike told her in as strong and serious tone as he could muster. “Not to Rarity, and certainly not to me. You’re special, Sweetie Belle. I don’t want to hear anything else from you, okay?”

Sweetie Belle sat still. Her chest rose and fell with gentle breath. “Okay,” she murmured.

“I mean it. You are special. You’re a Cutie Mark Crusader, you and AB and Scootaloo. You did a lot of good.” Spike felt a smile tugging at his lips as he called the pictures to mind. It hadn’t even been that long ago. “Like old Troubleshoes. Remember him?”

Sweetie Belle’s head bobbed in a nod, absently. Spike pressed on, drawing on his memories of what he’d been told.

“You turned his life around. Without you, he’d still be an unhappy outlaw hiding someplace. You three changed what was his worst day, into what’s probably his best. You and your friends, Sweetie Belle, your… you’r a team. Working all this time to find your Marks—”

He felt her shudder.

“—you stayed together. It couldn’t have been easy. But you pulled through, together. That’s dedication. That’s loyalty. And as somepony who’s worn the Element of Loyalty once, you know you can trust me.” He beamed at her. And she bobbed her head again. Spike hoped he’d gotten through to her, for real this time.

He withdrew his claw from her leg. He resisted the urge to touch her again, right in the same spot. He felt he should. Instead, he put his hands both behind his head and laid out on the blanket, staring straight up at the sky and the few clouds hanging over the both of them.

All that talk about food earlier, all that heavy stuff just now, and he wasn’t hungry. Weird.

“Hey, Spike?”

“Yeah, Sweetie Belle?” He peeked in her direction. “What is it?”

“I… brought a surprise.” The filly’s fingers fidgeted, like they were eager to get moving. The rest of her still sat calmly, at least as far as he could see. “For you. Do you want it?”

“For me? Ah shucks, you shouldn’t have! But since you did…” Spike closed his eyes. He knew he was smirking as only a dragon could right now. He didn’t care. “See? I’m not looking.”

“That’s good. You can look when I tell you.”

He heard her get up and move away a few steps. Probably to the bag she’d brought along. Yeah, that makes sense. She’s got the surprise in there. I wonder what it is. “So, are you going to give me any clues?”

“No. Don’t look.” There was some rustling. A ring like a chime or a bell, and two clicks. “You can look when I tell you. Not before.”

“Alright, alright. I won’t,” Spike promised. But I really want to, he added in his mind. “Is it something to eat?” Not that he was hungry, but… he wouldn’t refuse a gem if offered.

“No.”

“Is it… a pillow?” Some more rustling. “It’s a pillow, isn’t it?”

“No.” Sweetie’s voice was close again now, coming from slightly behind him on his right side. He heard her hooves’ muted clopping as she walked past him, and he turned his head her way by instinct. “Don’t look, Spike.” She sounded a little amused by now, he decided.

“I’m not! I’m not, I promise!”

Spike heard her take a deep breath. She was right in front of him, he could tell. Something soft tapped his knee. “You can look now.”

Spike opened his eyes.

Spike opened his mouth.

“So, Spike? Like your surprise?” Before him, Sweetie Belle knelt on the blanket. The dress she’d worn before was gone. Instead, she was clad in pitch-black lingerie, garter belts accentuating her shapely legs and a cut-out in the form of a stylised cat’s head allowing deep looks down her cleavage. The filly wore a choker around her neck with a round bell hanging from it. She raised an arm, and Spike saw that her hands were hidden away in two oversized mittens made to look like paws. Sweetie Belle playfully rubbed it against her cheek and smirked.

“I’m a kitty kat. Meow.” She winked playfully. Spike’s pants grew tight.

“Wow,” was all he could utter. Sweetie Belle laughed, a genuine happy laugh and she suddenly launched herself from her kneeling position, pushing the yelping drake backwards and toppling him over so he lay on his back and her boobs squished against him while she had one paw-glove on each of his shoulders. She bent low and rubbed her nose against his snout.

“I’m glad you like it,” the filly said. Her tail lashed the air behind her, and then it batted his leg like a silk whip. “I’m your little kitty kat, Spike. Do you want to play with me?” Her eyes sparkled.

Spike felt her soft body press against his hardened dragonhood. He gave the filly a mock glare. “You are a naughty kitty, Sweetie Belle.”

She tittered, and purred: “Yes, that’s me. A naughty, naughty kitty!” She wiggled her rump; taking it as encouragement, Spike raised his hands and clapped one on each jiggling buttock. She reacted with a gasp and a low moan as he squeezed, each clawed appendage now firmly grabbing a handful of buttflesh. Spike chuckled as he played with Sweetie Belle’s ass some more. Just firm enough to grab right, bouncy enough to make grabbing it fun, was Spike’s assessment.

“Yeah. I think I do like this surprise.”

Sweetie Belle showed him her teeth before laying her head down on his chest, nuzzling his shirt. Her nose caressed his bare flesh through two buttons. It made him wiggle in turn.

“Hey, are you trying to open my shirt or something?” Spike snaked his head around to peer at Sweetie’s mischievous grin. It told him everything he needed to know. She gave him a verbal answer too, however... along with her tongue poking out between her lips.

“Maaaybe.” Her ear twitched, her tail came to rest directly on his right leg. Like a soft blanket.

“Now now, Sweetie Belle,” Spike chuckled, “you can’t just start undressing guys like that. What are ponies gonna think?” To make his point, he drew his claw back a bit and slapped Sweetie’s almost-bare ass. It jiggled very satisfyingly. She gasped again, with a shudder going along her spine, all the way down to her tail. “You should just ask, kitty!”

Sweetie Belle peeked out from underneath her two-coloured bangs; even obscured like that and with eyes half-lidded, the impression Spike got was that of… hunger. If he hadn’t been hard already, he would’ve been now.

“I’m sorry… Spikey-Wikey.”

That sent a shiver down his spine. He cleared his throat. “You don’t sound sorry.” He let a talon idly feel the silken hairs at the base of her tail. Sweetie herself raised a brow, brought one of her paw-mittens up to her muzzle to nibble at a nail, all coy.

“Can you blame me, though? Oh, you totally can, like, I don’t really mind. I’m just a kitty-cat! A baaad kitty-cat!” She waggled a brow.

“Sweetie Belle,” Spike said with a sigh and a shake of his head, “what am I going to do with you?”

She stiffened. Before he began to seriously worry—had he said something?—she blinked and was all smiles again. Reaching back, Sweetie stroked his arm. “I think you’re doing pretty well.”

Spike’s scales prickled under Sweetie Belle’s touch. She was warm, and comfortable. And, he had to admit, she was sexy. Presenting herself to him as she was, emerald eyes all but sparkling at the sight of him, he could see her in a new light. She wasn’t a little girl anymore.

His eyes dropped a bit lower. No, not little at all.

A bright flash drew his attention away. Sweetie’s head turned as well, drawn by the same thing. A little further off hovered a pegasus pony. A scrawny colt at the cusp of becoming a young stallion, almost all skin and bones and strangely oversized ears. He was holding a camera aimed at them.

“Featherweight? What’s he doing here?” Spike nodded his head in the youth’s direction. “Taking pictures?”

Sweetie blinked. Spike saw her cock her head, blink again. “Maybe… he‘s trying to take pictures of… us?” She moved on top of him. Featherweight followed her, or rather, her lower half. “Oh. He’s trying to get booty shots. Of my ass. Do you want him to?”

Now Spike blinked. “Beg your pardon?”

“Do you want him to?” Sweetie Belle looked him right in the eye. Her face was neutral; Spike had no idea what she was thinking. “I’m wearing almost nothing. I’m showing off my ass pretty well too. He could take some very sexy pics of my butt, Spike, but I could do even better. But! But, but, but,” she giggled and winked, “I’ll only do it if you tell me to. So… do you want me to?”

Spike thought about it. Spike smiled.

“I think you should,” he told her, booping his snout to hers. Moving his claws up her back from her ass, he watched as Sweetie Belle bobbed her head in a cheery nod, hiked her tail up and to the side, and offered an unrestricted view of her lovely cheeks. Right away, the camera-wielding colt took the opportunity to shoot as many photos of Sweetie’s heart-shaped rear as he wished. And Sweetie Belle let him.

Spike cupped Sweetie Belle’s chin. She let him do that too. She looked happy to.

“Looks to me like you’re not that bad a kitty-cat after all,” Spike snorted. Sweetie Belle answered him with another titter.

“No, but I am naughty!”

“I can agree with that.”

They were almost too preoccupied to notice Featherweight shooting a round of pics from another angle, catching them smiling in each others’ faces and then take off with his newest scoop. They both glanced over to watch him leave, however. Spike was the first to break the following silence.

“Wanna go to his house later to ask for some copies?” he asked. The filly atop his chest swished her tail and took her time to answer.

“I think you should,” she finally said, mirroring his words to her just a few minutes ago. Sweetie Belle let her cheek drop on his chest again, with her boobs smooshed in between him and her, and sighed. “I’d like for you to have them. It’d be nice to know you like looking at me enough to keep my pictures. You used to have a picture of Rarity, didn’t you?”

She put her lips so close to his with the last words. Their breath mingled; her mouth stayed open slightly. Rising slightly from his own breath, up and down, up… and down.

“Sweetie Belle?” Spike barely noticed the quiver in his voice. It was there, though. She sought out his eyes, waited for him to continue. “Do you… do you want to… kiss me?”

He saw her blink owlishly. Her little muzzle opened and closed, without any sound escaping. Her cheeks flushed near-crimson, her eyes darted around, only coming to rest on him again after what felt like forever to him, but could only have been less than half a minute. He saw her throat move, swallowing before she said anything. Maybe not trusting herself to speak before.

“I, I do. I wanna kiss you, Spike. I want to… to…” She grimaced and buried her nose in his chest scales. “I want to do so much with you, but I… I don’t know how! I want to do the best I can, be the best you ever knew, but I don’t… I only…”

Spike suddenly felt something wet on his chest.

Tears.

Oh no.

“I didn’t expect you to ask already,” came Sweetie Belle’s muffled words. She clung to him. “I thought I’d be ready, but I’m not. I’m not ready. I’m not… I’m not ready!”

Spike brought a claw around to stroke her shoulder. She tensed up under his touch but quickly relaxed again. She didn’t flinch away, or tried to get him to stop, or anything. Good. If there was something Spike hated, it was seeing a filly cry. The more she relaxed, the further he allowed his touch to run over the snow-white slopes of her body, coming to rest just past her backside again. “I’m sorry, Sweetie Belle. I didn’t meant to make you uncomfortable. Let’s take things slow, okay?”

Sweetie Belle nodded. Or she just rubbed her tears away on his scales. Either was fine with him. “Spike? Have you ever kissed somepony else?” the filly asked. Spike choked on a mouthful of air; it made her laugh.

When he was done making a foal of himself, he shook his head, wearing a wry expression. “Nope, haven’t had the opportunity once. Never got to get that, um, intimate with a pony, or any other creature for that matter. Although, there was that one time I almost kissed a mare…”

“Really?” Sweetie Belle leaned forward. “Who was it?”

“Applejack.”

A flat stare was his answer. “What?”

“Yup. I almost kissed Applejack one time.” Spike rolled his eyes. “I was off in a daydream about saving Rarity from a bunch of Diamond Dogs. One moment I’m down there beating up mutts, the next I’m opening my eyes to see I almost put a wet one right on AJ’s muzzle. Good thing nopony really made a big deal of it since. Hm. Your face is getting all scrunchy, Sweetie Belle. Are you trying not to laugh at me?”

“Snrk!”

“Oh, you are. Well then.” He made for a savage grin and with the one down at her bottom right, he gave her a quick pinch. Sweetie Belle jerked and squeaked. For a second, her tail curled almost over her shoulder before flopping down. “Naughty. Kitty.”

“Mmm. You bet.” Sweetie Belle cocked her head. Her face lit up. “I just got an idea. How about we ask Twilight for advice, Spike? She has tons of books on stuff! She could help!”

“Help with what?” he asked. The sudden swerve left him a tad confused. “Kissing?”

“Among other things,” Sweetie Belle allowed, sounding gracious to Spike. And excited. “Let’s ask Twilight, please! She won’t say no! I know she won’t say no!”

Something inside Spike’s brain coiled into a knot at the thought of asking Twilight Sparkle for… kissing advice. Princess Twilight Sparkle, who had less dates in her life than even he did. Since technically, he now had one. Not to mention, she was still his boss—sister—mother—thing. Right?

“I dunno, Sweetie Belle…”
She stared in his face. “I’ll sneak off some of Rarity’s baby-blue gems.”

“Deal!”

“Curse my weakness for tasty gems,” Spike muttered to himself. He and Sweetie Belle stood at the gates to Twilight’s castle. They’d knocked and now waited for the princess to answer the door.

Spike ventured a glance at Sweetie Belle. She looked… serene, he’d call it. Still only clothed in her bra and a thong, the rest of her outfit, she’d put in the basket. They’d drawn a few glances when they walked back, and no wonder: The filly was very easy on the eyes and tended to bounce in all the interesting places whenever she skipped happily. It was nice to see her happy.

Twilight Sparkle’s magic drew him away from his thoughts. The gates swung open, revealing Ponyville’s very own Alicorn Princess, looking better than the day before. Less sleep-deprived, in Spike’s opinion. She’d changed into new duds while he was gone. Now she wore a backless blue shirt, popular among pegasi for leaving the wings free, to the point where the style was often called ‘pegashirt’—he’d heard that one from Rarity, followed by a disgusted snort—and a dark purple skirt he dimly remembered from her later days at Celestia’s school. It ended well above her knees by now. It was a wonder she still had it. Twilight smiled brightly for him, a smile Spike returned with gusto.

“Hey, Spike! You’re back! And you brought Sweetie Belle with you. Did you want to continue here?” She drew a velvet hand up to her muzzle. “Oh no, I don’t have any snacks prepared! I should’ve thought about the two of you wanting to take things to the castle, I should’ve had something in store..!”

“It’s okay, Twilight.” Sweetie Belle answered the alicorn before Spike could. She’d leaned forward to touch Twilight Sparkle’s shoulder. “I’m only just here because Spike wanted to ask you a favour.”

Spike frowned. “Didn’t we agree to ask together?” he noted. They totally had, hadn’t they? So why was she putting him in the spot like this? Spike got a sudden urge to give Sweetie a slap on the bum for this—a light one—but shook the thought away quickly.

Sweetie Belle shrugged and smiled sheepishly, scuffing the ground with a hoof. “Well, yeah, but… I thought it would fit more if you asked. Please?”

She gave him the puppiest of eyes, in spite of her kitty-cat getup. Much to his chagrin, her’s was no less effective than Rarity’s. Must be something in the family.

“Oh, alright.” Spike rolled his eyes. Twilight followed the conversation of the two youngsters with mild confusion showing on her face. Spike put a hand on her shoulder; she looked back to him immediately, probably expecting an explanation. He took a breath.

“We had a lot of fun today,” he told Twilight, “Sweetie Belle and me. We hung out, and talked, and a friend took a few pictures, but when we… when we were about to…” He faltered.

A glance to the side, where Sweetie Belle’s big, bright, hopeful eyes were glued onto him. He felt his nerves settle.

“When we were about to get to the, well, the kissing and other, more intimate stuff, we kinda didn’t know how to go about it.”

Twilight’s brow creased. “About kissing?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Kissing and other stuff. So, like, we thought, since you have so many books on the subject… couldn’t you give us a few pointers?”

She stared at him blankly. “Pointers… on kissing?”

“And other stuff,” Spike said. The awkwardness of standing on the castle’s precipice, a word he’d learned by now, with Sweetie Belle barely clothed beside him faded more and more.

“Oh gee.” Twilight bit her lips. He saw her wings flutter behind her back. She did that little flapping when she was nervous, he knew. “Um, not that I’m not flattered, but isn’t that something you should ask Cadance about? It’s not really… my specialty…”

“Please, Twilight Sparkle.” Sweetie Belle had opted to take an active role in the conversation again, it seemed. She had her big fluffy paws pressed together under her chin like she was begging. “Please, we can’t ask Princess Cadance because she’s not here, but you are. Can’t you take us through things? You’re so smart and you know so much! We’d be so grateful!”

“Well, I,” Twilight stuttered. Her face scrunched up. “I, I guess I could… do a presentation? It’s not like Spike’s not at the age where we… where we should have the talk… Give me a day, I should have everything prepared by then.”

Sweetie Belle clapped her hands together—it sounded like somepony beating pillows against one another—and Spike, too, felt a little relieved. At least he wouldn’t be alone for the talk.
Although, would having Sweetie Belle be there for it make it worse..?

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

The Alicorn found herself glomped by the near-naked filly. Before she had much time to react, Sweetie threw herself at her second target, and now drake and princess shared a startled and slightly blushing look. “Oh, this is going to be the best date ever! I can’t wait for tomorrow! Same time as today?”

“Er,” Spike answered.

“Great! I’ll be here!” She let Spike go. She was blushing too, and smiling. She fumbled to grasp one of his claws. She gave up quickly. “Thank you, Spike. For everything. I can’t wait until tomorrow.” She stepped away from him. “Okay. Okay, see you tomorrow. I’ll be going home now. I can help Rarity with dinner. Goodbye, Spike. And you too, Twilight. Thank you both.” Sweetie Belle waved a mittened hand.

“Um, Sweetie Belle?” Spike pointed at her hands. “How are you going to get in?”

She shrugged. “Eh, I’ll scratch on the door. I’m a kitty, remember?”

With a giggle, the filly turned away to leave; leaving a young dragon and his caretaker behind. The latter giving him a questioning look.

“She’s a..?”

“I’ll tell you at dinner.”

“Ah. So, about dinner, did you have anything planned for today?”

“You know,” said Spike, watching Sweetie Belle’s bouncing tail grow smaller in the distance, “I don’t know why, but I could really go for some hot buns tonight.”

Sweetie Belle skipped along the dirt road, almost back at Rarity’s boutique. She couldn’t wait to tell her big sister everything! About Spike, about their next date tomorrow… it was all so amazing! So amazing, in fact, she didn’t think at all when she felt a sudden itch on her back and reached back to scratch it.

Only to hear a muted ‘click’.

And feel a little more breezy around the middle.

Sweetie Belle looked down. On the ground right before her lay the beautiful black bra Rarity had made for her. She must have accidentally snagged the hook with her paw. And now her girls were bare to the world.
“Oh… my…” she whispered, sounding more like Fluttershy than she’d meant to. Sweetie Belle glanced left and right, but there was nopony there who could see her. Nopony who could see her… her boobies. She looked down on them. Put her forearm under them, pushing them up a little. She blushed. They did look nice. Creamy white, not as big as Apple Bloom but bigger than most in her class. Soft. Squishy. Would it… really be a problem if other ponies saw? Featherweight had pictures of her butt with barely anything on. And…

And…

Spike said it was okay. Spike said she should… show off.

Slowly, she bent down to pick the garment up again. It took a little fumbling on her part with the paws making things difficult. She managed, though it was clearly impossible to put it back on as long as she wore her mittens.

Sweetie Belle felt the warmth of an explosive blush covering her face. No, she couldn’t put it back on. If she met anypony on the way now, they would see her boobies in all their glory. Spike said she should show off. She wouldn’t cover them. Anypony could ogle her freely. It… it felt…

It felt right. If she wanted to have her clothes back on, she had to ask somepony else. She couldn’t do it on her own. It was out of her hands. Literally. That decision was somepony else’s to make. Spike’s cute grinning face popped into her mind. Oh…

So, what if she…

Sweetie Belle, blushing a deep crimson, brought a shivering hand to her hip. She felt the fabric of her thong catch on the mitt. And she pushed. Not a minute later and Sweetie Belle stood on the middle of the street, butt naked but for some bits on her hands.

She looked around again. Was that a shadow in the window across from her? Was somepony looking back? Maybe some stallion home early? She turned fully around. If there was somepony there, they… they deserved a good look. She straightened her back, presented herself. In her mind, Spike winked to her, nodding in approval and whispering ‘good girl’..

Carousel Boutique awaited her arrival, however. She had to leave. She could see it in the distance. A few minutes, tops. She began walking again, eyes straight on her target. One more thing to tell Rarity about. Speaking of Rarity…

Somepony just left Carousel Boutique. The front door opened—no, it slammed open, and out stormed figure in a coat and a hat covering almost all of them. The only thing Sweetie could make out was the hurry they left with, and… Rarity standing in the doorway. Glaring at them. With a glass of red wine in her hand.

It looked like Rarity had her own story to tell too.