'Ok, just...just focus on something; the water falling on you, the crow in that tree over there, the tiles under you feee-' "Eet!" Spike squeaked when one of Strongheart's nipples brushed against the back of his neck. The sensation snapped him out of his thoughts and he found himself staring straight at Tempest's bare breasts.

"Think he likes what he sees, Tempest?" Strongheart purred, slowly running her soap-covered hands over his back. "Don't worry, cutie." She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "We'll be gentle."

Spike gulped. "Well, I-uh..." He'd figured that they knew he was older than he looked since neither of them reacted like he was a kid. But he wasn't prepared for them to offer to help scrub him down...and do it before he could even give a response! He squeaked again when Strongheart gave his butt a squeeze. 'Did...did she just-?'

"Well, well...he might not be saying it, but I'd say he's definitely enjoying it." Tempest looked down, blatantly licking her lips.

"Huh?" Spike's face turned crimson as Strongheart looked over his shoulder.

"Hello! I always though it was just a rumor about dragon guys!"

'Oh...you double-crossing bastards!' He mentally cursed, realizing what they were looking at. "Heh...uh...it...it's nothing major..."

"Heh, maybe we could give them a good scrubbing next?" Tempest's hand slid down dangerously close to his upper erection.

"Ha-ahh..! Heh..whoa...heh." He tried to hop back a little, but Strongjeart was almost right on him. His head nearly wedged itself between her breasts.

"Oh, I nearly forgot. Tempest, we need to wash up as well." Strongheart said as she rinsed his back off.

"Oh yeah. Heh, think you'd be willing to help us with a couple places that could use some..." She took Spike's hand, and while crouched, slipped it up high into her inner thigh. "....extra scrubbing."

That did it; he might've been a dragon, but this was a bit more than he could handle. With a noise that seemed like a cross between a shriek and whimper, he took off back to the locker area, not even worrying about drying off.

"Heh, think I'm gonna like having him around." Tempest grinned, standing back up.

"You and me both." Strongheart picked the soap he had dropped.

Upon returning to the dorm, he learned from Spitfire, who'd been the first to see he was soaked, that Tempest and Strongheart were the resident coaches. Of course, that didn't help his slightly frazzled nerves and still raging hardons.

Before going to bed, he made a note to get more alcohol when he could.

The next couple of days proved to be less stressful. Sweetie, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom made good on their deal and got him to watch a movie with them. Unfortunately, it was a bad musical about a nanny falling for her boss. Even the girls seemed unimpressed by it.

At least they were allowed to bring snacks.

And like he promised, when Monday rolled around, he went with Rarity and Coco to their tailoring class. The rest of the girls there seemed a little surprised that he was a new teacher there when Rarity introduced him, but were more relieved to learn they still had a model. He was a little uncomfortable about having to strip to his boxers, but they were professional about it for the most part.

From what Rarity had said, their project was a contest of sorts. They were to work in pairs to design and construct an outfit from scratch, the winners would get to decide what kind of project for the class to do next time. As soon as the class started, they advanced on him in small groups to take measurements. During this, he noticed that the girls were nude, or mostly nude, were all wearing cloth wraps around their breasts. Probably to keep from accidentally poking themselves or each other while sewing.

Things weren't quite as bad as he thought it might be, but while watching the 'teams' work on designs, he did overhear a couple commenting that 'he'll look adorable in tartan'. 'Interesting, but not really a kilt guy.' He also heard fabric names he'd never heard of. What the hell was 'voile', or 'bengaline'?? Fortunately, he'd been able to get dressed again once they finished the measurements, though he'd have to come back in later for fittings and alterations.

It wasn't long before that class came to a close. Before he could leave, a couple of the girls came up to him. They'd heard from Coco that he was able to tutor in a couple of subjects and asked if he'd be willing to help them get ready for a math test they had later that week. He didn't see any harm in it, so he agreed to meet them in the library after classes were done.
Needless to say, they were pretty grateful.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. After the last class, he met up with them at the library. They'd introduced themselves as Sassy Saddles and Inky Rose (if Spike was honest with himself, he though goth girls were pretty hot sometimes), so it wasn't too hard to find them. They were both seated in one of those really big two-person bean bag chairs.

"Well, I see you two are comfortable." He started looking around for a chair himself. "Let me get a seat and we can staaaaart!" He yelped when a magic aura pulled him into the chair between them.

"Why? There's plenty of room for all three of us." Sassy grinned, before she saw him sink down into it.

"Mmmff...!"

"We got you." Inky help her pull him out...and move so he was halfway in both girls' laps, where he was promptly snuggled up in the middle. "Normally I'm not much of hugger or anything, but for some reason, I can get used to this."

"R-Right..." 'Why couldn't they have at least put panties on?' He asked himself, firmly tucked into the spot where he'd spend the next couple of hours helping them bone up on things for their test.

"Wha...you're out of Zapp Black?" Spike couldn't keep the disappointment out of his voice.

"Sorry, dude, the newest shipment won't be in until tomorrow night." The cashier replied, shrugging helplessly.

"Aw man...well, what's the next best thing you got?"

"Um...if you like cinnamon, we got this." He brought over a bottle of dark red liquid.

"Huh. Thought they stopped making Cinder's Kiss vodka." Spike said, paying for the bottle. "It'll work." He took the bag with his purchase and decided to stop for something to munch on..

"Oh, hey, Spike." Gilda called out, looking out from around a display. "Surprised to see you here."

"Yeah, just grabbing a couple..." He nearly dropped his bag when he saw what she had on; a tiny, cropped bikini-style t-shirt, low riding leather short-shorts with the straps of her panties visibly poking out, and heeled, knee-high boots. 'Holy...!!' "A..a couple things."

"Same." She wiggled her hips a little, looking uncomfortable. "Damn, did these shrink?" Not even bothering to turn around, Gilda undid the top button on her shorts, giving him a view of what was little more than pussy floss underneath. "Whew, that's much better." She purred.

"OkwellIllseeyoubackatthedorm!" He blurted out, face bright crimson as he quickly headed out the door.

"Crap!" She snorted, looking a little annoyed at her second fail. "At least he noticed a little this time, I think." Leaving the aisle, she missed the fact that a third party was noticing as well.

Author's Note

Note: Don't worry, there IS gonna be more than just ecchi, but there needs to be some build up first. Plus, it has only been a couple of days so far.