https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/41987192/#41996078 --- Twilight drags Spike to Rarity. >Those were for a VERY important client. >Naughty little dragon. What should we do with you?... >I-dee-aaaa! >You can model for me. We'll start with what you have on. >But you don't look the part just yet. We need a "damsel in distress". >We shall apply some blush to your cheeks. >I will just grab my "applicator"... She holds her hairbrush. >Twilight, can you...? Holding a hoof to the corner of her mouth, Twilight's horn lifts Spike in the air by the tail... almost. He's on his tiptoes, the tail holding him high. >Guys, please! I SAID I was sorry! >Now now Spike, good little damsels only cry after their treatment from the mean old ponies... Whap! >Uuunf. He dances on his claws, unable to run away or get the sting out of his rump. With dainty, gloved hand-claws, Spike tries to rub his behind, but Twilight creates a forcefield around the penitent dragon's posterior. His claws uselessly slide off the side of the bubble, tantalizingly close to relief. >Let's take care of THIS. Being a powerful magician, Twilight has no trouble adding Spike's hand-claws to her magic. She forces him down onto the floor, tail still held high and keeping him onto his toes. >There. I thought she could take it like a princess, but she has a lot of growing up to do yet. Can you do the honors, Miss Rarity? >Of course, (swat!) I wouldn't want to HURT (SMACK!) the sensitive (smack!), delicate (whack!), dress... >After all, it did nothing wrong. Many spanks later... >Has she been sufficiently blushed, madame? >Yes, that will do nicely. Rarity sets down the manebrush. Twilight pulls Spike's hands upright, but keeps them in her magic so he can't rub. Adorably, he stamps his feet in place to try to dance out the pain in his tush. >Rarity... Twilight whispers a LONG set of somethings in Rarity's ear. Rarity gets a wicked grin on her face. >Lovely idea, Twilight. >Spike, you neglected to steal EVERY piece of the outfit. We will fix that at once! Spike is lifted into the air, and Twilight slides a pair of white frilly panties onto his lower half. He kicks, which is met with another SPANK. Rarity opens a dresser drawer and produces socks and sparkling heeled shoes. Soon Spike is wearing heels for the first time in his life. >Miss, we are going to teach you how to hold court. You will serve us tea and give us the proper greetings and farewell tidings. We will also use this as a photo shoot. If you spill a drop or make a mistake, we will spank you again. Sound fun? >Y-yes ma'ams. >Perfect. Let's just give ourselves something to look at... A bolt of magic from Twilight's horn, and Spike's tail is once again raised. He cannot lower it. The forcefield is faintly visible, preventing him from rubbing and making sure his two elders can see the results of their work on their young charge. The redness is barely visible through the panties, let alone the parts outside the V shape of the feminine undergarment. Rarity puts on tea, not trusting the dragon to learn prim tea preparation in a day. When it is ready, Princess Spike is called into service. Twilight serves as the photographer. >Say, "Your highnesses, it is time for tea." >(ahem) "Your highnesses, it is time for tea." Zap! Long-range spank magic. >No, no, enunciate more. This is royal court, not your board game! >(Highly) "YouR HighNessES, IT IS-uh TimE for TEA." >Now do a curtsy. >A what? >You're a princess and you don't know how to curtsy? Like this. Rarity shows him what to grab and how to bend his legs, and soon Spike is doing the daintiest curtsy Equestria has ever seen. >Now pour two cups of tea. Legs and arms shaking, Spike grabs the fancy tea bottle and pours it into the two cups. Miraculously, he doesn't spill a drop. On unsteady legs he carries it over. He trips and rolls on the floor. Clang! Crash! After a long cringe with eyes closed, when he finally looks up he sees Twilight and Rarity, sipping tea - no harm done. >Pretty close, Princess. Do the curtsylke a lady and we'll only give you a few swats for that. Spike curtsies, remembering what Rarity taught him. >Keep holding your dress, and bow. He does. (snap!) The camera clicked. >Heeeeey! >Now for your swats... Twilight takes Spike by the ear and hoists him over her lap. She doesn't need to move his tail because the spell is still active. Whack! Whack! Crack! Whack! WHAAAP! 5 hoof-swats later, Spike is let down. >Spell's over, Princess. You can rub. Spike massages his rear-end, then tries to take off the princess attire. It's stuck to his body. >Oh, we're not done, young lady. We need a few more pictures for the papers... Later that day, while Spike was collecting flowers for her outfit... >Brilliant idea, Twilight. But how did you do that trick with the tea? >Oh, that was easy. Hoofer's Magic Glue. With that spell, the tea was never leaving the cups. A few repulsion spells and so on, and no part of the *en-samb* could break. >And the dress being stuck to him? Twilight stifled a giggle, bringing her hoof to cover her mouth. >(Hee-hee) Oh, "Princess" Spike will be so embarrassed when SHE finds out... the only spell strong enough to glue clothes to somepony's body for that long, is Victrotia's Secret Desire spell. >... It only works if she likes it.