Spike, Although...

The pair met in the morning, when Spike had dashed off under the pretense of grocery shopping for the day, and Twilight wouldn't be likely to miss him as she was wrapped up in her usual midday studies. You know, the studies that follow early-morning studies, precede late afternoon studies, and are not remotely close in proximity to evening or twilight studies, not to be confused with Twilight studies, which was essentially everything Twilight studied, if you wanted to be technical about it.

Anyway. Spike showed up at Carousel Boutique the next morning. He'd left his skirt at Rarity's for cleaning, otherwise he would have changed into it before coming over. He was even starting to like the way the frills looked, not to mention the way they felt when he rubbed up against them...

Rarity opened the door with a brilliant smile and hungry eyes that made Spike feel like he might already be in over his head for the day.

"Spike! I'm so thrilled you're here. I barely got a wink of sleep last night, I was thinking ever-so-much about our plans for the day, what kind of naughty things we might get up to..."

"Uh, yeah," Spike said. He followed Rarity with his eyes as she darted around the room, adjusting and tweaking and getting the last bits and pieces ready for their outing. Spike saw her throw a bottle of lube and a few long, cylindrical objects into a bag, along with a set of towels, ostensibly to do on-the-fly cleanup and avoid leaving quite a big a mess as yesterday. Rarity was always thinking ahead, it seemed.

When Rarity was certain she'd gathered every last piece of the play-date's puzzle, she zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, then turned to Spike with a smile.

"I've gotten your outfit all cleaned up, it's hanging up just over there." She pointed to a clothes-line dangling above Spike's head, and he looked up to notice the purple frills had been hanging over him the entire time he'd been inside. He reached up to grab the outfit, but struggled, as the clips were fastened tight and out of his reach.

Rarity smiled gently, and her horn glowed as she opened the clips. The skirt came tumbling down onto Spike's head, and landed skewed over his face, making him look a bit like a cupcake that had been squished. Rarity couldn't help but giggle at the annoyed look on Spike's face.

"You know, you might be able to set a new fashion standard like that," Rarity said, her voice musical and amused. "Skirts-on-faces. It'll be an avant-garde hit!"

"Har har," Spike said as he yanked the skirt off his face. "Very funny."

Rarity giggled and patted Spike on the head.

"I'm sorry, dear. I simply couldn't resist."

If Rarity was this mischievous inside-of-doors, what in Equestria was Spike getting himself into once he stepped outside?