Royal Maintenance

Spike glanced around when he entered the dining hall. The early morning sun glinted off the polished cutlery that decorated the long table. "Huh, that's weird." He thought, spying the empty tables. "Figured Cadance'd already be up."

"Her Highness has already eaten, Lord Spike." Mint's voice piped up nearby, startling him a little. "She apologizes for the...lonely breakfast, but she feels what she has planned for later today will make up for it."

Looking her way, he noticed she was standing beside a wrapped package. "She also requested that you wear this for the event."

"What's this?" He asked, taking it. Whatever it was, it had a bit of weight in it.

"She didn't say, just that she is...eager to see you in it."

"Um, ok. I'll try it on after breakfast." He sat it down beside him while he sat down to a big stack of pancakes that was already waiting for him.

Once he was done, he took the package back to his room. "Let's see what this is." He quickly tore open the brown wrapping paper to reveal a simple white box with a note taped to it:

'Spike,

Please put this on and come see me in the guard locker room at noon.

Cadance. ^.^.'

He smiled a bit at the lipstick mark under her name, along with a hint as to what she had in mind, and opened the box. What he saw in it, though, had him tilting his head a little. "Um...huh. Never worn a jersey like this before before." He turned a little red when he saw a couple parts of the outfit. "D-does it come with directions...?"

It took him a few minutes to reach his destination (didn't help that the hoofball player's outfit he'd been given was a bit more snug in places than what he was used to), but he soon reached his destination. Inside, it was fairly standard-looking; double rows of lockers, benches, and the faint smell of soap and deodorant. It was also half lit, giving a somewhat shrouded feel to the place.

~Cue RP~

"Hello?" He asked, slowly walking around.

"You made it." The other team's curvaceous head cheerleader said, leaning against a nearby wall. He had to fight back the urge to drool a little at the tiny outfit she had traded her regular uniform for; a cropped almost bikini-like top and micro miniskirt. "For a minute, I thought you changed your mind." She looked at him shyly

"And miss the chance to snag a kiss from a hottie like you?" He smirked when she blushed. "To be honest, I'm kinda surprised you're willing to go along with it." He slowly closed the distance until they were almost touching. "After all, your team did lose to mine."

"True, but I agreed." Cadance bit her lip. "And I always keep my promises."

"I see." He leaned in to kiss her, but she drew back a little, visibly hesitant. "Nervous?"

"A little..." She replied, looking embarrassed. "Never really-eep!" She squeaked when Spike slipped his arms around her, pulling her against him.

"Maybe I can help with that." Before she could reply, he captured her lips in a deep kiss.

"MM-Mmm...mmm..." She tensed up for a moment, but slowly relaxed into it, letting out a moan of pleasure as she ran her hands over his chest.

He started to rub her back when he felt his hands get wrapped up in a magical aura and pulled downward...and up under her skirt. 'Hm...heh, guess she's-hold on...' he paused when he felt nothing but bare rear. A quick check with his thumb showed no waist band.

When they finally separated, she grinned, her hand sliding downward to start undoing the buckle on his pants. "You didn't think it was just going to be a kiss, did you?" She fiddled with it for a moment before just teleporting them off, leaving him naked from the waist down.

"That was the bet...w-wasn't it?" He tried to keep in role as she gripped his shaft.

"The bet..." She started to slowly pump. "Was the winning quarterback gets the loser's head cheerleader." She slid down to her knees, eyeing his hardening cock hungrily. "And I NEVER welch."

"I....oh, Celestia..." He moaned as she descended on him, sucking with gusto, not even trying to hide her delighted moans. "D-damn girl..." Gripping her mane, he did his best to try and steady himself.

Cadance simply giggled around him, continuing to pump and suck. "This enough for Mr. Big Quarterback to say he likes the deal?"

"Yaa..." He groaned, starting to thrust in time with her bobbing.

A few more bobs and she paused before pulling away. "Think it's time for the real payment, don't you think?"

"The real-" His eyes widened when she braced herself against the lockers, tail raised and looking back him with a coy smile.

"I expect you to have me walking funny after." She said, using her magic to spread her cheeks and netherlips to him.

"Touchdown!" He yelled, grabbing her hips.

"Oh FUUUCK!"

"Damn girl!"

"Harder....harder! Ruin my little pucker!"

Amid the moans and screams, in the next room, Mint sat in a chair. Skirt hiked up, leg draped over an arm with her panties hanging off her ankle. One hand hand had hold of her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple, the other pumping hungrily into her pussy.

"Ahh...ahh...L-lord Spike..." She whimpered, biting her lip.