Enter The Dragon...Layer

Spike was already pulling out ingredients, and situating himself at the large hibuckchi cooktop Twilight had gotten installed for when large groups were eating with the, by the time the dragonized mares entered the kitchen. "Ok, who wants what?"

It took a moment for them all to make up their minds, especially since it seemed like something was distracting them a little. But they managed to choose and he got to work. Flicking on the radio he kept nearby for when he felt like some cooking tunes were needed, Spike made a second trip as one of his favorite tunes started to play.

Meanwhile, the mares-turned-dragonesses were calmly listening to the sound of mixing combined with the radio when they noticed Spike's head and shoulders begin to bounce in time with the beat.

"He does this every time that thing's on." Twilight giggled a little, watching along with the others. "Huh, you were right Rainbow, he is kinda buff...how come I never noticed before?"

"Dunno Twiliy, but Pinkie like!" Pinkie responded, her voice an uncharacteristically lustful growl as she said it. As soon as she said it, though, she blinked, then giggled. "Wow, didn't know I could do that. Grrr. Rrrr! Hee-hee, that's fun! But Pinkie still liiikkke."

"I'll second that." Fluttershy purred, licking her lips a little and surprising almost half the group there. She paused. "Oh my...that's new." She sat there for a second before shrugging and going back to eyeing Spike.

As he added the requested seasonings to a couple of the omelettes, Spike found himself hit with an unusual sensation. 'Why do I feel like I'm being oogled?' He asked himself, taking a brief glance over his shoulder. The best he managed was Luna and Celestia, and the two of them were just sitting there, waiting patiently. "Huh, the princesses make pretty cute dragons." He mused quietly, not noticing the two blush slightly.

"And we don't?" Rainbow called out, pouting as she did.

"True, they all are pretty--wha...??" Spike quickly looked back at her. Soon as he did, though, she seemed to realize she'd said that out loud. With a squeak that would normally be reserved for Fluttershy, she clamped her hands over her mouth, blushing heavily. 'Oh crap...they have a dragon's sense of hearing!' He thought, quickly focusing back to the omelettes, his own face turning red. In an attempt to take his mind off it, he flipped the radio to a different station, looking for something a little heavier than he normally listened to. After a moment, some rock came on and he let the guitars wash over him.

Back at the table, Applejack was having a slight problem. "Consarnit...! Why am Ah gettin' all flustered every time Ah look at Spike?" She muttered to herself, trying to pull down her hat to hide the growing blush. As well as keep the others from noticing the way she was looking at him while he got back into his rhythm.

Beside her, Rainbow was having similar issues. 'Get a grip, you're Rainbow Dash, not some giggly fru-fru mare, going all gaga over a guy, even if you've known him for years. You don't do that, or wonder why you never noticed how muscly he is...or imagine pressing up against that chest to see what it'd feel like...or those arms wrapping around you...' Despite her efforts, a goofy grin slowly made its way across her lips.

Spike, though, was focused back on the cooktop, dancing along it to keep things from burning. However, he missed Rarity staring at him during this.

With a slightly...hungry expression. 'Mmm...shake that tail, you delicious little...unf!' She purred mentally, biting her lip as he hopped over to flip the omelets, an interesting song playing through her head. 'Sweet Celestia...I bet you could bounce a diamond off those buns!

"Um, Rarity?" Sweetie whispered after hearing a perverse giggle from her sister. "You're drooling"

"Hm? Oh! Um..heh...just a little hungry, Sweetie. Those omelettes smell absolutely divine!"

""Riiiiight." She replied, not really buying it.

"Say, Scoot" Apple Bloom nudged her friend, though her eyes were focused on the room's lone male. "Have ya noticed that Spike looks kinda...."

"Like I'm just now discovering he's a hottie and I wanna eat my omelette of those abs?" Scootaloo replied, her wings halfway extended.

"You too, huh?" Bloom's new reptilian tongue licked across her muzzle as she continued to watch.

"Ok, they're almost done, who wanted chives-" Spike started before a light clatter on the floor distracted him. "Dammit..dropped the spatula..." He quickly bent down to get it.

*Pomf!*

*Pomf!Pomf!Pomf!*

*POMF!*

"What the...??" He looked around in confusion. What was that loud popping sound? "Say, did you girls hear~" His voice died in his throat when he turned around:

Every mare that had wings had popped wingboners, even Celestia and Luna! Every single appendage was stiff as a board. As for the others; Applejack was flushed and violently fanning herself with her hat. Starlight, Trixie, and Rarity were staring with visible nosebleeds. And Sweetie and Bloom were just staring at him with perverted grins.

It was then that he smelled something; a strange spicy-sweet scent, almost like honey barbecue, coming from somewhere in the direction of the girls.

"Take it off!" Pinkie yelled, grinning like Bloom and Sweetie, along with waving a handful of bits. Given he was only wearing the sweat pants he'd gone to bed in, it was fairly easy to tell what she meant.

It was also at this moment that he realized he was also now sporting an unexpected tent in said pants. Given the even wider grins - and a couple of whines - he knew they saw. With that, he proceeded to take the only course of action available: quickly, and as calmly as he could, he plated up the omelettes and set them on the table. "I have something I need to take care of momentarily...so I'll let you get the ones you want. Now, if you'll excuse me..." He started walking off, doing his best to look natural.

"Trixie can help you with that if you want!"

Spike sped up.