Spike, Although...

The two made out into town as though it were any other day of the week (it was in fact a Tuesday). Rarity was all smiles, and while Spike did his best to mimic her, it was hard to cover up the nervous feeling grumbling in his stomach like he'd downed a butterfly milkshake.

Rarity was right about the skirt not drawing any untoward attention, but it did draw attention nonetheless, and even though it was positive, and colts and fillies alike would stop, notice the cute little dragon in his accent of purple and green frills. They'd smile, and wave, and give compliments, and Spike would blush and do his best to hide himself under the tiny skirt. Though he was accustomed to walking around naked normally, having just the hint of exposure for his soft little rump made him anxious, and he used his tail to keep the skirt down at the behind, even though Rarity's hoof could find easy access whenever it wanted. She kept her attention mostly family-friendly until the pair passed through a small road without many other ponies around.

Without even looking around to make sure nopony was watching, Rarity ran her hoof along Spike's back and rubbed at the base of his tail.

Spike's cheeks, dyed permanent read from the constant onset of blush and embarrassment, went up a notch in brightness, and he made a tiny squeaking sound that was muffled by his closed mouth.

Rarity giggled and squeezed the base of the baby dragon's tail extra hard, then withdrew her hoof, leaving Spike with a warm, fuzzy feeling in his tummy and a partial hard-on underneath the front of his skirt.

Spike wasn't able to keep himself from looking around. But nopony seemed to have noticed. They were going about their business in a practically choreographed way, as though Rarity had paid them to look the other direction. And Rarity looked as innocent as ever, her face the perfect mask of calm and poise.

"Rarity," Spike said meekly, "can't we get in trouble if somepony sees us?"

Rarity put her hoof to her mouth as she mulled the question.

"Hmm... I suppose that is a remote possibility... though there's an equal chance of somepony joining in the fun, isn't there?"

Spike was almost pure crimson, and he made another little 'eep' and clutched his tail in his claws.

"There... there is?"

"Equestria doesn't have any law against public affection, dear. How would we get by during the Estrus Season?"

Spike scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"I, uh... I didn't think about that, actually..."

Rarity smiled and patted Spike's head daintily.

"Well, my dear, you're not quite old enough to deal with the... difficulties of the season yet, are you?"

Spike didn't know what Rarity meant by 'difficulties'. He knew that during the Estrus Season, or 'heat', as it was colloquially known, Twilight spent almost all her time alone in her room or away at somepony else's house—usually a mare she was close friends with. Once or twice Spike had noticed her inviting unfamiliar stallions over, and rushing them into her room quickly so that Spike wouldn't notice. But he did notice.

"I guess not," Spike said. His cock felt sensitive as it rubbed up against the soft skirt fabric, and he groaned a little and bucked his hips forward into the air.

Rarity grinned.

"That doesn't mean you're not growing up very fast, though. You'll be a fully grown draconus gigantium before we know it."

"Does that mean 'big dragon'?" Spike guessed.

Rarity smiled her winning smile and flipped her main coyly over her shoulder.

"Well, I just made it up, but I imagine it might be something close to that if you looked it up. Perhaps we'll ask Twilight some time soon, hmm?"

Rarity punctuated her rhetoric with a tiny thump of her hoof into Spike's back-side, a playful little spank, which made the baby dragon jump slightly and groan the same way he had just from the touch of the soft skirt over the head of his underage cock.

Still, nopony else seemed to be paying attention. Although... no. Was that... somepony looking at them?

The earth pony in question turned his head as soon as Spike thought he noticed... but the look seemed unquestionable. Despite the jolt of fear in his stomach, Spike felt his cock harden beneath his skirt, now pressing even harder into the soft fabric, and probably smearing it with dragon precum as well.

"Rarity," Spike said quietly, leaning towards her slightly, "I think somepony might be watching us."

Rarity raised an eyebrow, but looked utterly unconcerned.

"Really," she said. She turned her head around to survey the surroundings, and indeed, spotted one earth pony wearing a fetching black hat with his head turned. Again, he jerked his eyes in the other direction the moment he noticed Rarity watching him.

"Hmm," Rarity said. She pondered for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as the hot sun beat down overhead.

"Perhaps we should move somewhere slightly less... well-trafficked."

"Where do you mean?" Spike asked.

Rarity grinned at him.

"Oh, don't you worry. I have just the place."