BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Spike turned over in his bed and slapped his alarm clock off. He stretched and sat up, blinking sleep from his eyes. Back in his room. Spike looked around but saw nothing out of place. “Huh, guess it was all a dream. A pretty good dream, too,” he muttered to himself. “Wait, hold on!” Spike checked his boxers and breathed a sigh of relief when he found them unsoiled. “Phew, I didn’t mess myself, this time. Though, that seems kinda weird…” He shrugged and started his morning routine.

The man slid off the bed and found his slippers. He stepped out of his room into his small apartment. Spike yawned and made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself. Still half asleep, he didn’t notice the sounds coming from the kitchen. Once finished in the bathroom, he moved to the kitchen. Spike yawned again and brushed past a buxom woman standing at the stove, humming to herself.

“Morning, Rarity,” he said stopping in front of the refrigerator.

“Morning, darling,” she said back.

Spike grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and was about to take a swig from the carton when reality returned to him. He whipped around to the purple-haired woman in his apartment and simply gaped at her.

“How would you like your eggs done?” She asked turning to him. Rarity had on only a white apron that barely covered her enormous breasts. She held a spatula in one hand and a couple of eggs in the other. “Well?”

“HOLD ON! HOLD ON!” Spike shouted. “That wasn’t a dream?!”

“A dream? Hahaha!” Rarity chuckled. “No, darling, that wasn’t a dream.”

“And you’re real? All of you?” he slowly moved towards her.

“Yes, we are in fact real. And to answer your next question, you did indeed have sex with us.”

“But…wait…then how did I…?” Spike felt something brush against his leg and he looked down to see Padfoot. He set the carton on the counter and knelt to wrap his arms around the dog. “Oh, this is sooo weird.”

“What’s weird?”

“You! The manor! All of it!”

“Spike,” Rarity started in a soothing voice. “Why don’t we calm down, have some breakfast, and we can talk this through?”

The green-haired man thought for a moment, scratching Padfoot for comfort. “Okay, okay let’s do that,” he finally said.

“Good,” the woman beamed. “Now, how do you like your eggs?”

“Uh…sunny-side up…”

“Excellent. Do you want to sit at the table, perhaps?” she asked turning back to the stove.

“Y-yeah…” Spike let go of Padfoot and sat at the small kitchen table. He watched as Rarity worked, cracking the eggs over the hot skillet, waving her hands and making slices of bread float over to the toaster. She hummed as she cooked, wiggling her plump butt in the process.

After a few minutes Rarity turned to the table with two plates of eggs, buttered toast and bacon. She set them before Spike and her place and sat down across from him. The carton of orange juice levitated in the air and poured itself into two glasses. Spike took his utensils and began silently eating. Occasionally he would look up at the woman across from him, who would smile at him. She daintily cut up her over-hard eggs and ate them in a very ladylike fashion.

“Okay, I got to ask,” Spike put down his fork and looked Rarity in the eyes. “What happened while I was at the manor? Other than…you know…?”

“The sex?” she said bluntly. The violet-haired woman picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth. “Well, I took you the manor after your tumble in the forest, thank goddess I had Opal with me. We patched up your head…how is that, by the way?”

“It’s…good,” he mumbled, gingerly touching the spot he cracked his skull. “No complaints here.”

“That’s a relief. And after you rested, well, you know the rest,” Rarity rested her head on her hands and gave him a playful look.

“I do know that much. But, like…why did Padfoot run away? How long was I unconscious after I fell? How long was I in the manor? Time was kinda…weird in there.”

“Time is amazingly peculiar in that place,” she answered glancing at Padfoot. “As for your furry friend? I used a simply spell to make him come to me. But, don’t worry, I would never dream of hurting this little guy here.” She reached down and scratched the canine behind the ears.

“Not really ‘little’,” Spike murmured to himself.

“For your second question: you were unconscious for about two and a half ours. Maybe three. Luckily you weren’t concussed, and we had our resident nurse fix you up in no time.” Rarity decided to indulge the begging animal and tossed him a strip of bacon, which he happily snapped up.

“Three hours? Yikes.” Spike absentmindedly rubbed the back of his head again. “Well, at least it’s Sunday. I’ll be able to process all this...”

“That actually leads into your third question, darling,” the woman continued. “Today’s Monday. You were in the manor for all of Sunday.”

Spike stared at Rarity for a full minute. He then threw back his head and laughed. “Haha! Good one, Rarity. Today’s Monday. That would mean I have to go to work.” He looked at the woman across from him who simply nodded. “Ah, shit! I gotta go!” Spike wolfed down the rest of his breakfast and bolted to his room. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“I didn’t think it’d be that big a deal!” she called to him. “Is your master always such a worrywart?” she addressed Padfoot. “That’s no good. He’ll get wrinkles that way.” Rarity ruffled the dog’s face.

“NOT A BIG DEAL?!?”

There was a thumping from Spike’s room as he fervently dressed himself. Rarity merely stood up and waved her hand. At that, the plates and utensils flew off the table and into the sink and began cleaning themselves. She waved her hand again and the table was spotless. A bouquet of flowers materialized in an ornate vase on top of a doily. “Much better,” Rarity chirped and smiled to herself.

“Okay, I think I’ve got everything!” Spike burst from his room and scrambled for the front door. Briefcase in hand.

“Just a minute, darling.” Rarity swiftly strode over to the panicking man. She reached up and, with her long delicate hands, straightened his tie and smoothed his shirt. “There, now you look presentable.”

“Oh, um, thanks.”

Rarity leaned forward with her lips puckering.

“I feel like a newlywed being sent off by his wife,” he said leaning in to kiss her. “I could get used to this.”

“Hee hee. If you like that, then you’re going to love what I have in store for you tonight,” she shot back giving him a playful wink. Rarity turned and headed for the bathroom. “Good luck at work. I’m going to freshen up, now.”

“With this waiting for me, I think I’ll survive the day,” Spike joked, spinning around to the door.

As he locked the door to his apartment, Spike heard Rarity from the bathroom. “OH, GODDESS, SPIKE! YOUR BATHROOM IS DREADFULLY TINY!! WE’LL HAVE TO FIX THAT!!”

Spike got in his car, turned the key in the ignition, and began the drive to his job.

Equestitech was one of the taller office buildings in the city of Canterlot. A computer software company that focuses upon the creation of multimedia and creativity software products. It was the forefront in computer technology and was in the top percentile of fortune five hundred companies. The building was tall and sleek and gave off an air of innovation. The logo seen on the side of the building was of three horseshoes interconnected with each other.

Spike pulled into the parking garage and quickly darted to the elevator. He flashed his work badge to the security worker at the front and practically jogged to his cubicle. Where the outside of the office building looked like the bleeding edge of technology, the inside was drab and oppressive. Lines of cubicles were wall to wall in the office. People ran from one end to the next and the sound of keyboards tapping furiously was all to familiar to the green-haired man. He kept his head low and hopefully slipped into his cubicle relatively unnoticed.

Sitting back in his chair, Spike breathed a sigh of relief that he made it just in time. He set his briefcase on the desk and booted up his computer. As the machine blinked to life, he heard someone behind him.

“How was your weekend, Spike?”

“Not bad, Snails. How about you?”

Standing behind Spike was a lanky man with messy turquoise hair. He had small dark eyes, an upturned nose, and a seemingly perpetual vacant look on his face. Ian “Snails” Snailsquirm was Spike’s coworker and close friend. Both went to Canterlot Highschool and later ended up working at Equestitech together.

Snails took a sip from his coffee before answering. “Oh, you know, the same. Counted my stamp collection, again. Hey, what happened yesterday? We were supposed to hang out.”

“Oh, right. Sorry. Something came, didn’t have time to call you,” Spike said quickly.

“Oh, that’s okay. I was able to help out my grandmother with her-OOF!” Snails was interrupted by someone shoving him aside, causing him to spill his coffee.

“Hey, losers. You have fun in your joyless lives?”

“Dang it, my coffee.”

“Hello, Vladimir,” Spike turned in his seat and said in a flat voice to the newcomer.

“Please, call me Prince Blueblood.”

“No.”

Vladimir Blueblood was a tall man with perfectly coiffed hair. He wore an expensive tailored suit, complete with matching tie clasp and cuff links. The man had an exceedingly punchable face. Eyes always half closed as if he was looking down on you or your time wasn’t worth his. A mouth that was perpetually in a smirk. He constantly spoke in a voice that was talking down to you.

“How was MY weekend, you ask?” he said with no prompting.

“Didn’t ask you anything, Vlad,” Spike answered in the same dry tone.

“Mine was excellent. I mean, what else would it be?” the man brushed back his hair and gave Spike a sideways glance. “Had the penthouse all to myself. Bought a couple of call girls to fool around with. You do know what a call girl, right?”

“I am familiar, yes.”

“But of course. How else would you be able to taste a woman if you aren’t paying her?”

Spike had one hand on his desk and was gripping it intensely.

“Well, anyway, the women I had were far out of your meager price range, I’d imagine,” he continued. “Long story short, it ended with me fucking them both at once. Heh heh heh!”

“Riveting story. Now, if you don’t have anything particularly intelligent to say, could I please do my job?”

“Careful there, Mr. Ddraig. I noticed you arrived a little later than usual this morning,” Blueblood shot at him.

“I got here on time. There’s no need for concern.”

“Yes, but a little late today can lead to tardiness tomorrow, which can lead to missing days of work. You see where I’m going with this?”

“I’m picking up what your putting down, yes,” he said through clenched teeth. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”

“Yes, of course,” Blueblood gave Spike a wicked smirk. “Out of my way, Snapper!” He turned and pushed past Snails.

“It’s Snails,” the turquoise-haired man retorted trying to wipe coffee from his shirt. “Man, that guy’s such a jerk.”

“I know. Does he always have to rub it in our faces that he comes from money?”

“Why’s he supervisor anyway? It’s not like he knows anything about computer software?”

“You’d be too if your father was the CTO of the company,” Spike hissed, spinning in his chair.

“Oh. My dad’s just a banker,” Snails responded giving up on the coffee.

“GAH! That guy pisses me off. It’d be nice if someone were to put him in his place.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” Snails stared off into the distance. “Well, I’ve gotta get back to my cubicle. Don’t want his royal pain in the ass giving me crap.”

Spike waved over his shoulder as Snails walked away. He rubbed his temples and got to work. The sounds of keyboards clacking, and audible groans filled the air of the office floor.

After a couple of hours had passed, a young woman with the mail cart burst out of the elevator and zipped through the cubicles. She stopped to drop off mail, chatted for a minute, then quickly moved to the next cubicle. Spike looked at the clock on his wall, and as if on cue, he spun his chair around to greet the mail carrier.

“Morning, Spike!” the chipper woman said rather loudly.

“Morning, Gabby. Is it mail time already?”

“Yah-huh! Ten-o-clock rolls around, and I’m here to deliver. Five after ten and I pull up to your cubicle!” the woman said eagerly, handing Spike a few pieces of mail.

Gabriella Matthews was a woman in her early twenties. She stood around five feet eight and had a slim build. Shoulder length blue-grey hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Gabby had a round face with large teal eyes, a long straight nose, and thin lips that were always smiling. She wore a simple grey blouse and khakis with sensible shoes. Gabby had medium-sized breasts but compared to what Spike had seen over the weekend, they were absolutely tiny.

“So, how was your weekend?” she asked.

“Not bad,” Spike said taking the mail from her. “Didn’t do too much. Mostly relaxed. What about you?”

“Mine was good,” she responded energetically. “I went to visit my cousin. She lives three states over. She’s a bit of a grump, but we had fun!”

“That’s good.”

“Well, um…gotta run! Lots of mail to deliver!” Gabby grabbed her cart and sped off to the next cubicle.

“Always so rowdy,” Spike chuckled tossing his mail on his desk. He looked at his clock and watched the seconds slowly tick by. “This is gonna be a long day,” he sighed.

(GrrrooOOOoowwlll)

It was getting close to noon and Spike’s stomach began to rumble. He spun his chair around to grab his lunch but quickly remembered he forgot to pack one the night before. With a sigh Spike returned to his computer and began typing again, a little mad at himself for his forgetfulness.

(GrrrooOOOoowwlll)

‘I could go to the company cafeteria,’ he thought to himself. ‘Or check out one of the restaurants nearby. Been meaning to do that.’

The phone in Spike’s office started ringing and he answered it. “Spike Ddraig speaking.”

“Hi, Mr. Ddraig? There’s someone here to see you,” he heard the familiar voice of the secretary through the line.

‘Who could that be? I don’t remember anyone saying they’re gonna stop by…’ Spike scratched his head in confusion.

“Who is it, Lavender?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t really know. The woman just asked where you worked and immediately headed for the elevator. Security tried to stop her, but she just walked right past them. She should be on your floor shortly.”

“Wait, how am I gonna know when this person is here?” He asked getting nervous.

“Oh…I don’t think it’ll be too hard to pick her out, sir. She’s fairly outrageous looking. Bye” (click).

The secretary hung up leaving Spike to wonder who could possibly be here to see him. Given that it’s a woman, that ruled out any family members. But who did he know that looked “outrageous”? particularly a woman? Then a thought crossed his mind. His eyes widened as panic began to set in. “No. That can’t be. She wouldn’t just show up here.” The telltale ding of the elevator could be heard from his cubicle and Spike stood as the doors slid open.

The woman stepped out of the elevator and the whole room seemed to stop as she walked through the line of cubicles. Long violet hair in perfectly styled ringlets bounced with every step. A form-fitting denim dress showed off her curvaceous body. A small picnic basket dangled from one arm. Practically everyone just stopped and stared as the woman crossed the office. Some people darted out of the way as she got close, while others simply remained still and gawked at her.

Spike rubbed his eyes and looked again at the woman. It was Rarity, that much he was certain, but something was different. Her appearance was outrageous to be sure but not nearly as outrageous as when he first met her. Her breasts were probably half their ‘normal’ size and her butt wasn’t nearly as round. Even so, Rarity still stuck out like a sore thumb.

As Rarity drew closer to Spike’s cubicle, a familiar blond man stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” Blueblood said, lips curling into a smile that showed off his perfect white teeth. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here? Why don’t you step into my office and we can talk ‘business’.” He brushed his hair aside and gave her a knowing wink.

Rarity was so taken aback by someone like Blueblood actually using such a line that she was dumbfounded for a moment. After looking the man over she composed herself and placed a hand to his chest and slowly moved it up. In one swift motion she grabbed his necktie and yanked his ear to her mouth. In a voice loud enough for the whole floor to here she said, “Even if you were the last man on the planet and I had a gun to my head, I would never fuck you!” Rarity then pushed past the stunned man and practically dashed the rest of the way to Spike’s cubicle.

“Spike, darling!” the violet-haired woman threw her arms around the man’s neck and drew him in for a kiss.

Not knowing what else to do, Spike simply wrapped his arms around Rarity and returned her kiss. Her breasts pressed against his chest and he resisted the temptation to grab them. His crotch began to feel hot and Spike mustered up every ounce of control to keep himself from getting hard, which was admittedly a hard task. After about a minute of embracing, Rarity finally broke away. Satisfied look on her face.

“Rarity! What are you doing here?” Spike blurted.

“Well, darling, you were in such a hurry this morning that you forgot your lunch,” she said indicating the picnic basket. “So, I took it upon myself to deliver it personally.”

“Hey.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said back waving her off.

“Hey.”

“What kind of a girlfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure my Spikey-wikey wasn’t well fed,” she tilted her head to the side and batted her eyes.

“Hey!”

“Spikey-wikey…?” the green-haired man gave Rarity a quizzical look. “Where’d you get something like that?”

“What? I can’t give you a cute nickname now?” she pouted.

“I never said that…”

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” Blueblood nearly screamed at them.

“ARE YOU STILL BOTHERING US!” Rarity bellowed whipping around to address the blond man.

“I was just…” he began shrinking back as the woman marched towards him.

“Just what?!” she snarled getting right in his face. “I’m taking time out of my day to visit someone dear to me, and you insist on behaving like a child?! Well, if that’s how it’s going to be, then why don’t you sit quietly in the corner and think about what you’ve done!?” Rarity jabbed a finger to the far end of the office.

Blueblood was about to make a retort when his mouth snapped shut and his whole body went rigid. He spun in place and marched over to the spot Rarity pointed to. Crossing his arms, Blueblood sat facing the wall and remained silent. After a moment the office erupted in applause.

“Maybe that’ll teach you some manners?” Rarity huffed and turned back to Spike.

“What was that?” he whispered to her.

“Oh, just a simple command spell,” she whispered back smiling evilly. “You can use it on the weak-willed to make them do things. I guess I got a little carried away…”

“Remind me to never make you angry,” Spike said in a worried voice.

“Oh, psh, you’ll be fine, darling,” Rarity waved off his concern. “I can’t imagine you ever angering me.”

“I mean, you’ve only known me for a day.”

“Well, if there ever is a time that you do upset me, I believe we can think of a way for you to make it up,” she raised her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

“What do you…oh. Yeah, I think we can come up with something.”

“Hehe,” Rarity chuckled and gave Spike peck on the cheek. “I’d love to stay, but we both have work to get back to. I’ll see you tonight, sweetie.”

With that, the violet-haired woman strutted back to the elevator. She waved goodbye as the doors closed. As if a spell had been lifted from the office, everyone broke out of their stupor and returned to work. Well, almost everyone.

Spike spun around in his cubicle and set the picnic basket on his desk. He opened it to see what Rarity had gone out of her way to make and bring to him. The man did a double take, unable to believe what was in the basket. The contents within were tuna tartare with quail egg, roast duck with pear mostarda, and a bottle of mineral water. “Oh, Rarity, you didn’t have to do all this,” he mumbled to himself. Spike pulled the duck out and was amazed at how hot it was. He touched the mineral water and found the bottle to be ice cold. “How on earth…?” he wondered aloud. “Oh, right. Magic. Silly me.”

“Who was that?” Snails called from behind him.

The man was so wrapped up in the lunch delivered to him that he nearly jumped out of his seat. “Jeez, man. You startled me.”

“Oh, sorry about that. But who was that woman? Is she you girlfriend?”

“Uh…something like that…” Spike racked his mind for an answer that seemed reasonable. “We only just started dating.”

“Is that what you were doing yesterday?”

“Yyyyyyes,” Spike said shifting his eyes back and forth. “Real sorry about that. It was just so sudden, but I didn’t want to interrupt our date.”

“Aw, shucks. You don’t have to apologize. I get it. If I had a girl even half as hot as her, I’d make as much time as possible. Or if I even had a girl…” Snails trailed off and looked to the side.

“You could probably have one of mine. I got six,” Spike muttered under his breath.

“What’d you say?”

“I said I can’t wait until it’s six.”

“Yeah, I hear ya. Well, back to work, I guess.”

Snails left leaving Spike to his lunch. The man pulled out the knife and fork Rarity provided and began to eat. As he scarfed down the food, he noticed a piece of paper in the picnic basket. Spike picked it up and recognized the elegant handwriting.

Dear Spike,

I hope you enjoy the meal I’ve prepared for you.
Duck is a little tricky, so you’ll have to tell me
How it is.
I also figured tuna tartare would be a decadent
Little treat for you. It was always a favorite of
Mine.

I’ll see you at your apartment tonight with
Something special prepared.

Lots of love,
Rarity

“Aw, Rarity. You spoil me,” he smiled and tucked the note back in the basket.

Six o’clock rolled around and Spike made the drive home. A slow and steady commute through the evening traffic as the summer sun sinks into the horizon. The streetlights were blinking on as Spike pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex, Parson Thorne. The man climbed the stairs to his apartment, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.

“Welcome home, darling,” Rarity greeted him with a warm smile. “Would you like dinner, a bath, or me?” The violet-haired woman was kneeling right behind the door wearing nothing but the same apron from this morning.

Spike knew Rarity was waiting for him when he returned from work, but he was not expecting this. He gaped at the barely dressed woman in his apartment for a few moments before reality returned to him and he had the sense to close the door. “Um, what’s all this?” he asked reaching out a hand for her.

“What? A man can’t come home to a hot meal prepared by his beautiful and eager lady?” Rarity took his hand and stood up. She made a pouty face as if she had been hurt.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I was referring to the Japanese housewife routine.”

“You don’t like it? I can change if you want…” the woman turned away ready to change her outfit.

“Hey! Wait! Hold up!” Spike said quickly, grabbing her shoulder. “I never said that. I kinda like it, actually…”

“I figured you would,” Rarity spun around and flung her arms around his neck. “After all, you seem particularly fond of the domestic housewife type.”

It took Spike a full ten seconds to figure out what exactly Rarity was talking about. “You found my porn stash?” he choked with a grimace on his face.

“Darling, a box under the bed is hardly ‘hidden’,” she shot at him.

“I…should have guessed that, really,” he sighed. “Well, I suppose I’ve grown accustomed to living alone. So, you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?” Rarity chuckled. “You’re a single man in his twenties, living alone. I’d be more concerned if you didn’t have any porn lying around.”

“Huh, I can’t argue with that logic.”

“So, I’ll ask again,” she said giving him a coy look. “Would you like dinner, a bath, or me?”

Spike thought for a moment, absentmindedly twirling Rarity’s hair in his fingers. Finally, after several seconds, he answered, “You know, I’m actually kinda hungry, let’s have dinner first. That way, when we’re finished, we can shower together. How about that?”

“Spike, you naughty boy,” Rarity teased playfully slapping his chest. “Alright, that sounds wonderful.”

Rarity led Spike to the small kitchen where she had two meals prepared. Spike sat down on one side and she the other. The man could do nothing but gape at the food before him. set on the table was filet mignon, drizzled in a brown sauce a topped in garlic butter, with a side of steamed potatoes and carrots and grilled asparagus.

“Rarity, filet mignon? You really didn’t have to.”

“Oh, hush darling,” she waved him off. “Only the finest for you. Now, please, try it. I’m not as good a cook as Pinkie, but I think I did pretty well for myself.”

Spike picked up his utensils and started cutting into the tenderloin. The knife practically slid through the meat like butter. He took a bite and let out a moan. “Ooh, that’s good stuff. It just melts in my mouth.”

“That’s good to hear. I was worried I had overdone the meat,” Rarity breathed. She grabbed her utensils and began eating, taking a bite. With extra care, she maneuvered her arms around her large chest.

Noticing this, Spike spoke up, “Hey, I meant to ask you this earlier, but what’s going on with…?” he made a gesture around his chest.

“Hm? Oh, that, haha!” she laughed. “I cast a glamour spell on myself. Everyone in the coven does that before going out in public. Some, like Fluttershy, actually use a transformation spell. Since she’s so, well, big. It’s done so that we don’t attract too much unwanted attention.”

“Huh, okay. But you were still pretty big,” he said between bites.

“What can I say? I still like some attention, darling. I’m a fashionista, after all. All eyes must be on moi!” Rarity exclaimed as she puffed out her chest and flipped her hair.

“Haha, okay then,” Spike chuckled and resumed eating. “So, how was your day?”

“Oh, it was ghastly,” she sighed rolling her eyes. “One customer made me redo her dress because the ‘stitching was wrong’. It wasn’t, but I fixed it,” Rarity seethed took a bite of the tenderloin. “And I had six other custom orders to finish as well. Luckily, I had my assistant, Coco, there to speed things up. But let me tell you, I was ready to tear that woman’s hair out!” She stabbed a potato and angrily ate it. “How about you, darling? How was your day?” Rarity asked changing her tone.

“Not nearly as exciting as yours,” he joked. “It was fairly typical for me: fix a few bugs in the software, write up code for new programs, resist the urge to strangle Blueblood. Other than you showing up, and a few people asking me about you, it was uneventful,” Spike shrugged as he munched on an asparagus.

“Blueblood?”

“The guy you castrated in my office. Gotta admit, I got a kick outta that,” he smiled. “Vladimir Blueblood, son of the company’s CTO. Completely unqualified to even work as a janitor let alone as the supervisor for my floor.”

Spike and Rarity finished their meal and the magical woman set the dishes to cleaning themselves. She took the green-haired man by the hand and led him to the bathroom. He was already excited for this and could now feel his pants grow tight. Upon entering the room however, Spike stopped dead in his tracks. “What the hell? Why is my bathroom so huge?!” He exclaimed.

Rarity turned to Spike and gave him a semi-sheepish look. “Well, darling, your bathroom was simply too small for my tastes. So, I took it upon myself to make some necessary adjustments.”

“Necessary adjustments? Rarity, this room is at least half the size of my apartment!”

What was originally a modest bathroom for a small one-bedroom apartment was now more than quadruple in size. Granite tiling for every square inch of floor; quartz countertops for the two sinks on other side of the room with two felt cushion chairs next to them; two white-gold toilets; a white marble bathtub connected to a fireplace sat in the center of the room; and a crystal chandelier hanging over the tub.

“I’d say it’s more than half the size of your apartment,” she retorted.

“Not helping! What am I going to say to the building manager when he does the inspection and sees a tub that can fit ten people?”

“Oh, stop worrying. You’ll get wrinkles that way. No one is going to say anything. Should anyone besides you, myself and the girls see this place, it will just be a normal bathroom. That’s the beauty of magic, darling.”

Spike tried to find some way to argue back but couldn’t. He simply crossed his arms and huffed.

“Good. Now, why don’t we enjoy a nice relaxing bath together? And, maybe a little more?”

Rarity sidled up next to Spike and pressed her chest against him. That was more than enough to convince the man and he hurriedly tore his clothes off. The violet-haired woman smiled and snapped her fingers and the tub began to fill itself. The room quickly became steamy as Rarity strutted over to the tub and took a couple bottles of colored liquid from the side. She popped the lid off one and poured it into the tub.

“Is that lilac?” Spike asked pressing up behind her. He sniffed at the perfumed liquid permeating through the room.

“And this one is jasmine,” she said holding up a bottle with yellow fluid. Rarity poured the contents into the water and the two bath oils swirled around each other. “Alright, we’ll let that steep while we clean ourselves.”

“We’re not going to bathe in here?” he inquired, splashing the water with his hand.

“Heavens no, darling,” Rarity answered turning around to face Spike. “The bath is for pleasure, which we will get to, trust me. No, we’ll wash off our dirty bodies in the shower.”

“Huh?” Spike cocked his head to the side in confusion.

Behind the fireplace a shower was attached. Due to its placement it was virtually invisible if you walked right in. The stall was eight feet by six feet and had stained glass sliding doors. The floor was white marble again and the shelving and faucets were sterling silver. On the shelves were several bottles of exotic looking shampoos that Spike guessed were imported.

“Good lord!” Spike exclaimed. “The only thing missing in here is a wet bar.”

“That’s not out of the realm of possibility,” Rarity replied ready to snap her fingers.

“No, no, no! That’s not necessary!” he said quickly, grabbing her hand. “Why don’t we clean up?”

Rarity smiled and slowly untied the apron. She pulled her hair through the garment and shook her head. Despite having seen her naked body before, Spike let out a soft moan. He felt his crotch grow hot as his shaft became more erect. Rarity took his hand and pulled him into the stall. She reached out and turned the water on. Jets of hot water shot down from the ceiling. The woman closed her eyes and let the water cascade down her voluptuous body. Her locks of hair clung to her back and she ran her hands through her thick mane.

Without even thinking, Spike stepped closer to her and began running his own hands through her hair. He did this for about half a minute before he simply reached down and grabbed her plump butt. Rarity wrapped her arms around his torso and caressed his back. She pressed her lips to his, moaning into his mouth. Spike’s cock became fully erect between her thighs and he felt them squeeze close a little.

Just as he thought they were about to go further, Rarity stopped. “Let’s save that for after,” she said putting a hand to his chest. Spike grumbled but obediently pulled away. “Good boy.” Rarity grabbed a bottle of body wash from the shelf and flipped the lid open. She inhaled the scent and sighed. “Nothing like lavender-mint after a long day.” She took a loofah from a shelf and squeezed a generous amount of body wash onto it.

After lathering the sponge, Rarity stepped up to Spike and started scrubbing his chest. Lightly at first then she did it more roughly. She brought her face close as she cleaned him. Every inch of him was closely examined by Rarity. Lost in thought, she started to nuzzle his chest. She lazily scrubbed him as she planted kisses all over his pecs. Rarity probably would have continued like this for some time if Spike hadn’t spoke up.

“(Ahem) Uh, Rarity?” he cleared his throat.

“Yes darling?” she pulled back quickly, face going red.

“I thought you wanted to wait for that?”

“Uh, yes. Of course,” she said brushing hair out of her face. “Alright, let’s turn around. I’m going to scrub your back.”

“You’re not gonna get distracted again, are you?” Spike teased.

“Hush.”

Rarity took the loofah and began cleaning his back. She scrubbed with more vigor, causing his skin to become a bit irritated.

“Hey, hey. Don’t rub the skin off, okay?” he said over his shoulder. Rarity gave him a look and Spike just smiled.

“Okay, let’s do those arms.” She grabbed one arm and cleaned it then did the other. “Now, the legs.” Rarity knelt and scrubbed his legs clean.

“Uh…Rarity? I think you missed a spot,” Spike said pointing to his crotch.

“No, I didn’t forget it,” Rarity mused tossing the loofah aside. “I was saving that for last. With that being such a delicate area, we have to use a gentle touch.” She grabbed the body wash and squeezed a large dollop of the liquid into her hand. Rarity crouched before Spike and took his penis in her hands. She started lathering his manhood methodically and soon had it coated in a layer of suds. With her long-tapered fingers, she cradled Spike’s ball sack and worked the testicles.

Spike’s cock began to twitch, and he could feel his head start to go swimmy. Rarity continued to stroke his erection: slow, slow, fast, fast, fast her hands moved. His body quivered as the pressure built up in his groin. “Rarity…wait…” he moaned trying to remain standing.

“Yes, darling?” she said looking up at him.

The man pushed Rarity aside in the nick of time as his cock shot its load across the shower stall. “AAH!” he cried out his legs feeling weak and he nearly collapsed.

“Honestly, darling. Releasing from just that?” the woman chastised him.

“Not like I could help it,” he breathed. “Your ‘handiwork’ was just too good. Plus, you’re too damn sexy.”

“Haha, alright, let’s get you rinsed off,” Rarity chuckled. She pulled Spike beneath the jets of water. “Now, you get to do me,” she said plucking a second loofah from the shelf.

“I…you serious?” Spike said incredulously.

“Of course, it’s only fair,” she handed him the sponge and body wash.

Spike took the items and began lathered up the loofah. He stood in front of Rarity with his hands ready and paused.

“What’s wrong?”

“I dunno. I suddenly feel like a high schooler who’s touching breasts for the first time. Even though I’ve done way more than that already.”

“Darling, you don’t need permission to touch me,” she said placing a hand to his cheek. “But, if you want to fondle my tits, I wouldn’t stop you.”

With the loofah in hand, Spike reached out and grabbed her breasts. His hands sunk into her fleshy orbs and Rarity let out a small moan. He took the sponge and began to gently scrub her front. Rarity’s skin was smooth and flawless, that much he already knew, but the feeling of the slippery body wash accentuated this. Spike worked her massive tits in circles, swapping the loofah between his hands every few rotations. With some reluctance he pressed his face into her cleavage. He buried himself between her breasts, squeezing them around his head, not wanting to come out. Before he could become completely lost, Spike pulled himself away from Rarity’s titanically, tantalizing tits, soap covering his face.

“Have your fun?” Rarity teased.

“For now. I kinda want to save whatever I have left for after,” he said wiping his face.

“Indeed.”

Spike resumed cleaning the beauty before him. He knelt and scrubbed her midriff. His hands scrubbed her with the loofah with a gentle touch. When he finished there, he moved to her legs. Thick thighs and strong calves held up this veritable goddess. Spike caressed her legs as he cleaned them, his hands massaging them as well. While doing this, the man pressed his face to Rarity’s snatch. He gave it a light kiss eliciting a squeak from the woman. She looked down and he gave her a coy wink.

“Alright,” he said standing up. “Now to get your back.”

Rarity made a show turning around, stepping forward with one foot and spinning in place. With Spike’s help, she was able to pull her hair to her front so the man could scrub her back. He ran a finger down her spine and the woman shuddered. Without further hesitation Spike began scrubbing her back. He started at her shoulders and worked his way down. He felt the curve of her spine and saw the juxtaposition with her backside. A wicked thought crossed his mind and Spike smiled evilly.

“Spike is everything alri-OOH!” she started to ask but was quickly startled. Rarity looked behind to discover Spike had stuffed his cock into the loofah and was currently rubbing it between her butt cheeks. “Spike? What in the name of the goddess are you doing?”

“Just…cleaning you…”

“Very funny. You only have one place left to clean, then we can move onto that” she said giving him a look.

Spike yanked the loofah off his dick and peered around Rarity. “So, do I use this?”

“Oh, heavens, no,” she snatched the sponge from him and tossed it aside. “Much like you, this requires some delicacy.” Rarity snapped her fingers and a small bottle flew off the shelf into her hand. “Just squeeze some of this into your hand and gently clean the outer and inner labia.”

“Okay then.”

The man took the bottle and poured a small amount onto his fingers. He rubbed them over to evenly coat them. With the other arm wrapped around Rarity’s waist, Spike reached around and pressed his fingers to her vagina. Rarity moaned a little as Spike gently worked his fingers around her labia. The cute soft gasps every time he moved his hand. After Spike was certain he cleaned her labia, he took his fore finger and thumb and carefully rubbed her clitoris. This was enough to finally send her over the edge. Rarity let out a yelp as pussy juice spilled into Spike’s hand. Her back arched as her legs trembled.

“WHOA THERE!” Spike cried out as Rarity slumped down. If it weren’t for the fact that he was holding onto her, Rarity would’ve collapsed onto the floor.

“S-spike?” she said voice wavering.

“Yeah, what is it?” he asked pulling her to her feet.

“I have someone who does my hair,” Rarity turned to him lust in her eyes. “Rinse me off so that we may adjourn to the waiting tub.” The violet-haired woman had thrown all decorum out the window and desperately needed this man inside her.

“Oh? Yes! Right away!”

Spike helped her to the water jets and rinsed the soap off her supple body. Without even asking, he scooped the woman into his arms and carried her to the tub. He stepped down into the perfumed water, ever grateful for the stairs in the tub. Spike set Rarity on the ledge inside the tub and stood over her. The woman clamped her arms around his waist and pulled him close.

“I want you to fuck me, right now!” she screamed. “Fuck me, Spikey-wikey!”

The little addition of her cutesy nickname for him felt weird, but he wasn’t one to say no to a woman practically begging for sex. Spike lined up his erect cock and stabbed it into Rarity’s eager snatch. Almost immediately he ejaculated into her. The woman threw her head back and wailed in pleasure, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. For the next hour or so, the two people fucked like wild animals. Their juices mixed with the bath water.

Later that evening, after Spike and Rarity had dried off, the two of them cuddled in his bed. He had a hand on her tits, and she grinded her butt against his groin.

“So, how’s this going to work out?” he asked her.

“You mean me and the girls?” Rarity flipped around to face Spike. “We’re going to be rotating every week. I got the first week, of course,” she said puffing out her chest.

“By rotating you mean…?”

“We’ll be stopping by your place so that we may become better acquainted with each other,” Rarity reached up and ruffled his hair. “No point in going through all this trouble, right?”

“Uh…right?”

"Hmm, I feel like I'm forgetting something," she said furrowing her brow.

"Eh, it's probably not important," Spike shrugged. "It'll come to you later."

“Yeah, I guess you're right. Get some sleep,” she yawned and gave him a kiss. “We both have work tomorrow.”

Author's Note

Hey gang,

Finally finished chapter seven of TWoEM. Honestly I wanted to have this out a few days earlier, but my procrastination got the better of me again. I really have no one but myself to blame.

Anyway, this chapter is a bit of a 'cooldown' from the previous ones. Build a bit of the world. Equestitech was supposed to be a straight parody of 'Initech' from "Office Space", but as I continued writing the chapter, I figured Spike working at a giant company a la IBM or Apple would be better.

Blueblood was also initially going to be Garble, but with the story I have in mind for Spike, the smarmy 'nobleman' suited the situation far better than the jerkass dragon. The name Vladimir comes from some international naming for him. He's also based off the character Bill Lumbergh from "Office Space".

For those wondering about Snails, I had in mind that Spike should have a guy friend at work that he vents with about crappy management. The name 'Ian' comes from his voice actor Richard Ian Cox, and the name 'Snailsquirm' is sometimes used in his merchandise. I figured a happy middle between the two was good, and made the name 'Snails' a nickname. Currently I don't know how I would include Snips, if I want to at all.

Gabby's inclusion was actually a recent addition. I'm not really a GabbyxSpike shipper, but after episode 19 of season 9, I figured I could work something in there. Who knows what'll happen . Anyway, I got the name Matthews from Gabby's voice actor as well, Erin Matthews.

I figured having the Mane Six and the rest of the coven applying glamour magic or transformation magic whenever they appear in public seemed like a good idea. I mean, could you imagine their "normal" appearances in a public place? Anyway, the Mane Six look something like this. Well, except for Apple Jack, Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash. They're practically normal. Also, yes. Fluttershy would still be oversized because she would subconsciously want the attention.

Anyway, that's all for now. I am working on the next chapter of The Power Bimbos, I swear. So, keep an eye out for that. As always, leave a comment below. Tell me what you liked, what you didn't like, what you think needs improvement.