Though looking back towards Rarity, she pulled out a tape measuring tool and motioned him over.

“I thought you said you were able to get information from the kiss?” Spike asked his eyebrow arching.

“I did get some information, but the kiss didn’t last enough to give me the exact information I need, so you’ll have to forgive me while I request you remove your clothes for a minute.”

Spike nodded as he figured it would be easier than trying to fight it off. His hands reached over, pulling his shirt and putting it over at a random chair and proceeded with his pants till he was standing in his grey boxers. He blushed more, exposing himself in front of this beautiful woman. Even with those Ram's horns, she was leagues ahead of him while he was barely a footnote.

“Come on, sweetie, and I’m gonna need to have you take everything off.” She pointed towards his Boxers as she smirked.

“I’m a Clitorian, not a Vraxtoran. I won’t bite… Much,” She seemed to tease even more while shaking her head quickly. While she appeared to be fighting her nature for a second. A quick move while she smiled more.

“I’m sorry about that. It’s hard to fight nature.” She moved on and leaned back, seeing what he was going to do. So Spike nodded as he would begin taking his pants off. She was exposed to the woman as she looked over, almost mesmerized for a second as she shook her head.

“Hmm, very well not spread your body so I can take your measurements,” Spike did, so just push his legs apart and raising his arms. Rarity continued moving her tape measurer around as she started examining every inch of him. Spike soon found himself jumping when she wrapped the tape around his dick.

“Decently thick, Well I’ve got everything I need, please sit back.”

“Did you have to measure my cock?” Spike chuckled nervously as he began thinking of unsexy thoughts to keep his pecker down. A grunt,

“I didn’t have to, but Why not.” She teased before turning around. It was such a thing as Spike looked over towards her. She reached over, pulling in the fabrics around as she started contracting. She was making Spike's outfit. But for Rarity, she was creating high-end art.

While she was bent over as she concentrated more on her work. All while Rarity’s Rump was showing off. Spike didn’t mind looking at it since it was pretty nice, but something eventually caught his attention. It was an old blaster, rusting away, which had seen better days. It just laid off against her belt. It wasn’t right for her, as he found himself blurting out,

“That’s an interesting weapon. It doesn’t seem like you…”

“Hmm, is that so?” Rarity mumbled slightly as she gazed at him from the side. Her fingers reached over, caressing the weapon.

“I mean, I guess it kind of clashes with the rest of your look. I imagine you’d use a saber or something?” He tried giving a smile some but slowly realized he was invading something a little more private.

“Well, it is for more than show. I’ve for special plans for this Blaster,” there was a mask over her face like she was trying to hide anger as she thought about this gun. She tried protecting it, but it slowly slipped out with each word.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not hitting a sore spot.” Spike could barely look her in the eyes somehow feeling guilty, but when he looked back to her she simply sighed,

“It’s not that, I just don’t like talking about it- It’s personal.”

Spike looked at her, seeing the fire that burned in her Iris, a slow flame. When everything went silent. Neither of them said anything for the longest time. Such a movement till finally, she was done. Pulling back from her sewing machine, she pulled out his outfit. It was utterly Purple, with bits of green over on the shoulder pads, and knees clearly with extra padding. A full-body suit that could wrap around the body. With a small symbol on the top right corner that read, The Harmony.

He was getting inside the suit. It felt comfortable, almost cool as he moved around. It fit perfectly as he looked over.

“Thanks this is pretty nice,”

“Your welcome Spike I try myself Nothing but the best from me.” Rarity smiled as she took a hint of pride from doing such a thing. He moved around and getting used to such a feeling.

“It still has some work, and I’ll be adding some other features when I make more for you. We can’t have you running around in the same outfit all the time,” She goofed some as she seemed to pick up a bit of cheerfulness as she led Spike over towards the door.

“Now Applejack should be waiting for you down by the combat room. It’s just down the hall and takes a right. So that you know, I added some fire-resistant material so she won’t hurt you too badly.”

“Um, thanks,” Spike rubbed the back of his head, keeping a smile on his face, as he didn’t want to cause any more trouble to her.

“Just relax Ok, I’m sure you’ll survive… Maybe,” a small laugh as Spike watched the door slide shut closing away.

The young man turned away and sighed when he began walking off taking the path that Rarity had given him. The young man would find himself wondering more about the Clitorian and what she might've been bidding. He looked towards his uniform, and somewhere along the line a smile slowly spread across his face. He would begin heading over towards the Training room. Whatever Applejack might have planned for him. He was ready to endure ot.

Author's Note

Yeah a short chapter but Been a long week and its only Thursday @..@ So Lets hope next week is better I've got all story of stuff coming soon, and We 'll be close to going onto a new planet and learning about Spikes special abilities XD