*20 years after Spike first met princess Ember*
"Thanks again for helping me with this suit on such short notice, Rarity. I really want to look my best for my date with Ember tonight." Said Spike as Rarity fussed around him, making some final adjustments to his tuxedo. "It's not a problem at all darling." Rarity said, brushing the compliment off, "It's just important to me that you to know that you don't need to be so wound up about this 'encounter' of yours." She said, specifically avoiding the word "date". Thinking about that dragon-stealing ruffian known as Ember dating HER little Spikey-Wikey was almost too much for Rarity to bear.
"I can't help but be a little nervous Rares, after all I really, really, really like this girl you know." replied Spike. Rarity's right eye started to subconsciously twitch as she wondered if all those "reallys" were "really" necessary to get the point across. She quickly regained her composure and used her sewing needle to adjust his sleeves. "I'm just asking you to not set yourself up for heartbreak darling. There are plenty of fish in the sea and you have plenty of options dear......... You might even consider a unicorn" She added hesitantly.
"A unicorn?" Spike asked increduously. "Well, now that you mention it, there is one unicorn that I sorta have feelings for." Spike said. "Oh do tell." Rarity said, barely able to contain her own excitement. "Well, I always thought she was very nice to me." Spike started. "Yes" interjected an increasingly hopeful Rarity. "And I've always thought that she was really beautiful." Spike continued. "Yes" added Rarity, her excitement nearly becoming visible. "And if I'm telling the truth, I can just get lost in that soft, white fur of hers." Spike finished. "Yes yes yes!" Rarity exclaimed, almost bouncing on her hooves.
"But I don't think Sweetie Belle feels quite the same way about me. OWW" Spike screamed as Rarity's sewing needle "accidently" poked him through his own sleeve. "Aw jeez Rarity, you gotta be a bit more careful with that needle, my scales aren't what they used to be." said Spike, just as clueless as ever. "O-of course darling. How clumsy of me." Said a dejected Rarity, her face an expressionless mask. "But on the bright side, I just need to make a few adjustments to your underwear and we'll be done here."
"What do you mean- EEEEEEEEEK" Spike screamed as he felt his tighty-whities pulled up to his mid back in her magic. "There you go darling, all ready for your "date" I'd say." Spike could hear a certain venom in her voice as she spat out the word "date" before watching her climb up the stairs in a huff. "What was that about?" Spike thought to himself after picking out his wedgie. He supposed it didn't matter, chalking it up to the tried and true phrase "mares are weird". He couldn't spend too much time thinking about it, after all, he had an important date to go to.
Ember tapped her claws impatiently on the table at the cafe they had chosen to eat at. What could be taking that dork so long? It wasn't every day that the Dragon Lord's daughter and the future Dragon Lord could make time for you, even if you were so helpful......And even if she did think you were a little cute. She brushed that thought aside however as she finally saw Spike approaching the table. "Took you long enough." Ember huffed as Spike sat down.
"Sorry about the wait." Spike said with a blush on his face. "I ran into some, unexpected complications on the way over here." Spike added, as he picked up a menu. "Well, now that you're finished with whatever "complications" were more important than the future Dragon Lord. There's something I need to talk to you about." She said with a large blush forming. Spike had never seen Ember embarassed before, she had always been too stern and tough for that sort of thing. He decided that he really liked it, and he was a little ashamed to admit it but it seemed that the "dragon" in Spike's pants seemed to like it too.
Ember continued, "It's just that you managed to help me out a lot more than I ever imagined. Not only did you help teach me how to be a better Dragon Lord than my father through the power of friendship, but your also the only dragon to ever stand up to my father. And I owe you a lot for that. She said as her face turned a dark shade of red. But it didn't take too long for her old mannerisms to kick back in. "And it's absolutely unacceptable for a future Dragon Lord to be in debt to a total dweeb like you. So tell me whatever you want and you can have it, loser." She said in feisty tone.
Spike was at an absolute loss for words as he sat there, mouth agape. Did Ember really just offer him anything she had? Spike was just about to reject her offer when he was suddenly struck with an idea. He just earlier decided that he liked to see Ember embarassed, and she had just offered the dragon anything he could possibly want. Combine that with the little "encounter" he had with Rarity earlier, and Spike was starting to form a plan. "Waiter, I would like to order a can of whipped cream." Spike cried out with a devious smirk on his face, Pinkie would be proud of him.
"Are you seriously going to eat a whole can of whipped cream? That's disgusting" Ember scoffed. "The whipped cream isn't important for now. The only thing that you need to do, is stand up and turn around." Spike said, his devious grin having fully evolved into a devilish smirk. "O-ok, but only because I owe you!" Ember snapped as she obeyed Spike's order.
Now the front of Ember's short, tight red dress was truly eye-catching, but the back of her dress was something truly befitting of royalty. The dress clung very tightly to her hips and rear in a way that made them seem pleasingly huge. The truth of the matter is that they kept that shape and size even when they weren't being pressed tightly together by the dress but Spike was about to learn that anyway as he started to shimmy the skirt up her rear.
"W-what are you doing back there dork!" Ember squeaked as she looked around to see ponies entranced on her rear end. "Whatever you said I could do." Spike said. The ponies' entrancement, quickly turned to laughter as they got an eye full of the Dragon Lord's undies. They were a ruffly pink pair of granny panties with a heart design that bloomed out in a fashion similar to what you would see in the intro to " The Powerpuff Fillies" Ember's face was dark red before, but pony scientist would have had a field day if they were here now because it seemed that Ember's face was turning a shade of red never before seen by pony-kind.
"It seems the crowd really likes your panties." said Spike. "They're not alone you know, but I personally think they would look better as a thong.". Ember huffed at this "Well I guess you're just going to have to be dissapointed because they're clearly not a thong you mor-AAAAAAAAAAH" Ember was cut off mid insult as Spike yanked her stretchy panties up to her shoulders in a single pull. The underwear was then jammed into her rear in such a way that now it did very much resemble a thong.
"I-I guess you made your point." stammered Ember, "Can you please let me go now." Spike gave her a look that suggested her request was out of the question. "No way Ember, these babies aren't even close to atomic." Spike said before she started bouncing the royal dragon for everypony to see.
"Why. Do. You. Have. To. Be. So. WEIRD!!!!" Exclaimed a flushed Ember. She was cut off every other word as a result of each bounce being a fresh new level of Tartarus for her butt. "I don't know, just a result of hanging around ponies for so long I guess." responded Spike.
Speaking of "hanging around", Ember noticed that the bouncing had stopped and she was left hanging in Spike's grasp. She looked back to see him observantly inspecting the childish panties. "Good news Ember, I think they're ready for the atomic." said Spike. "Wonderful." grumbled Ember. The crowd of ponies' relatively tame laughter erupted into full blown guffaws as they watched Ember's underwear suddenly double as a hat for the humiliated dragon.
"Excuse me sir." The waiter interupted "But I have the whipped cream you ordered earlier." "Perfect timing." said Spike as he grabbed the can of whipped cream. He opened the back of Ember's undies before spraying a small dollop in there. It wasn't nearly as bad as Pinkie had gotten him, but it was still more than enough to make Ember's blushing face cringe in disgust and embarassment.
"Well Ember, I must say that I really enjoyed this date of ours. How did you feel about it?" Ember responded by grabbing the front of Spike's briefs and pulling them up to his shoulders. "Maybe we should do this again some time.......... IN PRIVATE!.........you dork" Ember said before waddling away from the squealing dragon. Spike, despite the fact that he was now laying on the ground whimpering, could honestly say that he mostly had a good time, and couldn't wait for their next session.