School of Knock Hards

*Giggle*

“Come on, Pinkie! It’s not funny!” Spike muttered, trying to walk with a VERY affectionate kobold wrapped around his torso. It took Pinkie reminding that they still had to meet up with the Deans to get her to stop kissing him long enough for him to get back on his feet.

She grined, snorting a little. “I’ll admit I forgot that kobolds can get turned on by a head scratching, but...yes it is.”

Spike sighed, looking at how he could get her off him so it’d be less awkward when they reached the office, and without hurting her in one way or another.

“Are you kidding!?” A part of him blurted out deep inside, “Do NOT tell me you aren’t enjoying having this mini-hottie latched onto you!”

Well, yeah, I’ll admit she does feel nice, but how the hell do I explain this to the Deans if I walk in there with us like this?

“Worry about that later! Focus on those fluffy boobies squished against your chest!”

Spike’s mouth opened and closed a couple times before he realized he could feel them, looking down at her Wow...they're soft for their size…

“Door!”

“Wha?”

CLONK!

“Ow! Son of a--” He snapped when his head collided with a slab of wood, almost sending him falling over.

“We made it!” Pinkie chirped.

“Huh?’ He looked at what he’d hit, rubbing the throbbing spot on his forehead.

Before them was a large set of double doors, both stained a mix of light and dark and inlayed with a heart motif. On both doors had a brass plate inscribed with a rather feminine writing:

Celestia/Luna Solaris, Co-Deans

Spike felt a clawing dread in his gut when he saw what was in parentheses under ‘Celestia’:

The Older Sister

Luna? The bus driver? The dread grew, I had a dirty dream about one of the DEANS!? And on top of that the YOUNGER SISTER?! Oh, dear grandmama, please let it be that she kept it to herself!

“Well, here we are!” Before he could respond, Pinkie grabbed the handles and shoved both doors open, revealing a slightly….unexpected office. Both side were split down the middle from the door in two different color schemes: one side a mix of light greens, blues and reds with a large bookcase against the wall, and another behind the two-person desk set opposite the door.

The other half was almost a solid sapphire blue tone, with the molding colored the familiar dark pink. This side had one wall covered in shelves holding a few books and various knickknacks along with a picture of an impressive-looking palace.

The desk itself was split down the middle as well, colorwise; cream-colored one half and dark blue the other.

Though, in all honesty, the decor was the farthest thing from Spike’s mind.

It was the two women standing by the desk, one with multi-colored hair reaching her lower back, dressed in a white and silver business suit.

The other he quickly recognized.

Unfortunately, that was the moment when they both looked their way and he realized Fluttershy was still latched on; and in her Mamono form.Oh piss!

Luna simply grinned. The other, who it was safe to assume was Celestia, raised an eye at him before looking at her sister. Double Piss!

“Mr. von Jager, I presume?” Celestia spoke up, looking straight at him with a raised eye.

Oh shitballs!!

“Uh, y-yes.” He managed to get out, starting to sweat.

“And..” She looked at a sheet on her desk, “Terri Flutters, nicknamed Fluttershy.”

At the mention of her full name, Fluttershy turned to see where they were and squeaked in alarm, quickly letting him go and turning back to her human form, trying to hide her now burning face behind her hair.

Thankfully for the both of them, a bit of relief came in the form of Pinkie’s squeal of “Twily! Sunny!” And the flying tackle-hug she delivered to two other girls in the room. Both were slightly taller than Pinkie. One with dark blue, almost black, hair down to just past her rear with a pink and purple streak running through it and two long bangs draped over her shoulders. She was dressed in a rather tight-looking short sleeved button-up shirt that showed off a bust that nearly rivaled Pinkie’s, a purple mini skirt, white thigh-high stockings, and black dress shoes.

The second had shorter hair, only to just past her shoulders, but it was a blend of red and yellow streaks, giving it a fiery appearance. Unlike the first, she was dressed in a purple short-sleeved pullover, though it was no less tight on her, a black miniskirt, knee-high socks and sneakers.

“Pinkie!” They both called out, returning the hug.

DAMN! Are ALL the girls here hot!? He asked himself, watching two more firm backsides as they bounced with the trios excited greeting, with Fluttershy quickly joining them.

“I take you’re a...posterior man, Spike?” Luna piped up, “You seem quite distracted by them.”

“Without a doubt.” He answered, absentmindedly, “You have no idea how much I love a firm, luscious ass on a girl, namely one that shows she’s taken care of herself. A bit of jiggle doesn’t hurt…” He quickly froze and clamped his hands over his mouth, “Not again…!” He whimpered, noticing that every female in the room was looking right at him, especially the two Pinkie had called ‘Twily’ and ‘Sunny; both were looking wide-eyed at him with bright red faces. Celestia cocked her head slightly to the side, and Luna, for some reason, seemed like she was trying not to laugh.

“Wuh-oh…”

I’m dead! I’m so dead! Even if I do survive what happens next, my reputation here is down the crapper before I could even get one!

He was so busy freaking out he missed hearing one of the three saying “Pinkie, what’re you…?”

At least, he didn’t notice until he felt a pair of hands take hold of his and the pink-haired girl filling his field of view. “Pinkie, wh-”

(cue screeching breaks)

His train of thought, that and a good portion of his mind, really, came to a crashing halt when he felt his hands get pressed against two cloth covered globes. A forced reboot a few seconds later and once again Pinkie came into view. This time, though, she had a different look on her face: half-lidded eyes, blushing, and a smile. Not the big cheerful one she mostly had, but one that was a more coy...almost sultry, in a way.

It can’t be… He gave it an experimental squeeze, earning a squeak and a giggle from her, She’s making me grab her ass... Now, being a red-blood young man who was quite into girls, Spike’s more natural instincts kicked in and, once sure he had a good grip, gave a two-handed grab, feeling his fingers sink slightly into the soft, but still quite firm flesh, and was rewarded with a soft moan.

“Does it meet your expectations?” She purred, pressing against him.

“Damn straight.” He growled huskily, kneading it a little and causing Pinkie to press harder, squishing her breasts against his chest.

“Ahem” Luna spoke up near them, “As fun as this is to watch,we might want to get back to registering you three.”

They pair quickly separated, faces bright red and chuckling sheepishly.

The others, on the other hand, were having their own reactions to the display….

Oh my goodness oh my goodness! Fluttershy stared in alarm, Wait, but...but that’s what me and him were doing, but he was petting me… A quiet whine escaped her lips, Fluttershy wants more petting, not just on her head… The moment that thought appeared, she squeaked in embarrassment and tried to hide behind her hair again.

‘Sunny’ however, just stared, Whoa...! Were they really going to...? She squirmed a little at the thought of watching two people like that.

‘Twily’ looked with a mix of surprise and confusion, How was that possible? The Buttocks are just a layer of fatty tissue overlaying the gluteus maximus and gluteus medius muscles designed to take weight off the feet during sitting; how can they have such a hypnotic effect like that on a male? And how did his gripping them elicit such...such a reaction from Pinkie??

Celestia, on the other hand… So she has some cushion, big deal! I can crack open a chestnut with my girls! Deciding it was time to do a little showing off, she made her way over to the file cabinet and bent down to the lowest drawer, not even bothering to bend her knees.

She took a surreptitious glance at Spike as she opened it and started going through the folders. Well hel-LO! She licked her lips slightly at the noticeable bulge in Spike’s pants and the way he was trying not to stare at her own buxom rear, I envy the girl that gets him first.

Giving herself a mental pat on the back for picking the skirt that was long enough to be professional but could still give a peek if she wanted, she retrieved the files she was initially after and sat them on the table, “Before we do get with the registration, I’d like to first say welcome to The Global University of Equestria.”