Spike, Although...

The next day, Spike met Rarity at her house-slash-boutique with as bright-eyes and bushy a tail as he could manage, which in the scale department, wasn't much, but warranted an A for effort regardless.

Rarity beamed when she opened her door to find the tiny dragon waiting for her, and swept him inside with her hooves like he was a delicious parcel that she'd been waiting on for weeks. Some kind of forbidden cheesecake, or an illicent package from 'Naughty Dragon'. Maybe the sort of thing Fluttershy would order, in fact.

But, it was a real dragon. A live, in the flesh-and-scales baby dragon. A cute one, at that. Spike looked perpetually pleased to be there, always warm on his cheeks and blushing and nervously shuffling his claws around and looking in a different direction. Rarity could practically eat him up.

Today, she wanted to show her baby dragon off to the world.

"I'm delighted you're here on time, darling. I've picked out a wonderful outfit for you to wear that should complete our day's plans nicely. Tell me what you think, won't you?"

Rarity held up the fashion item in question, which was a purple, sparkly and frilly skirt that looked like it had been pulled from Twilight's dress-up closet as a filly. There were sequins. Lots of sequins.

"You want me to wear that?" Spike asked, incredulous. Maybe he didn't need to say that he was incredulous. He wasn't used to wearing clothes besides suits in the first place... and that might make him look... how would be best to put it delicately... well, that was the word, wasn't it. 'Delicate'?

Rarity nodded and smiled at him. Held the skirt out for him to try on.

"Yes, dear. It should compliment the tone of your scales nicely, and you'll look just so adorable with your tail dressed up like that. I made a little hole for it to poke out of, you see, where it just so happens somepony could slide their hoof for easy access as well..."

Spike turned extra crimson as the thought of Rarity poking and prodding at his butt and the base of his tail in public, under a frilly, purple skirt flooding his mind. For some reason, he found his objections softening by the second, the longer he lingered in the imaginary world where he'd already donned the skirt and walked into the center of Ponyville wearing it, everypony could see him walking with Rarity, his pony, gussied up and made to look all fancy for her, or for everypony else to see how special he was...

"Geez," he said. "You really think it'll look... good, on me?"

"My dear, I'm positively certain of it." Rarity kissed Spike on the forehead, which left a tiny lipstick mark on the top of his scales. Rarity smirked and buffed it out with a hoof, though from the windswept look on Spike's face and the hearts beating in his eyes, maybe she could have left it there as a collector's item.

"Well, if you say so..."

Rarity was all smiles as she helped Spike into his skirt. She did up her saddle bag once he was dressed, making sure to pack plenty of lube and a few trinkets and accessories that might prove useful over the course of the afternoon. There was no definite plan, so to speak, where Rarity had plotted out the course and mapped out the ponies she would be passing by, the exact moments she would reach for Spike's tight, timid little behind and give his luscious little cheeks a squeeze. She figured she'd be doing that too often to bother planning for anyway.

No. This was a date, plain and simple. Only odd if you looked at it sideways, when in fact you might catch Rarity smirking as she ran her hoof over Spike's cheeks and prodded his cute little butthole and made him jerk and squirm and leak precum all over the inside of his skirt... ooh. It was impossible to wait any longer.

"Let's go, Spikey. We've got a big afternoon ahead of us."

"Oh, geez..."