One afternoon at school, Spike was walking to class greeting some girls from his class, "Hey, there ladies. Looking good." he said unaware of a green fume escaping his mouth which traveled past the girls nostrils. Their eyes widened and began watering. They screamed and ran for it.

"Hey, where are you going? I just said hi," Spike said in confusion, "Jeez. Some people just can't appreciate it when someone tries to be nice." he walked on for class.

He entered the classroom and took a seat near his boys, "Snips, Snails, what up, guys?" he high fived them.

"Doing good, Spike-aroo." Snails greeted him.

"Unless you count today's test." Snips sighed.

"Come on, it could be worse." Spike said, as he let out too big a breath.

Unfortunately the breath went past Snips and Snails. The two gagged, "Ugh, Spike. You need a mint." Snips gagged.

"What?" Spike asked.

"No offense, man. But your breath is rank." Snails covered his mouth.

"It is not. I gargled with plenty of mouthwash this morning." Spike argued.

"I'd say it wasn't enough." Snips replied, while plugging his noise.

Spike frowned, and wanted to argue some more, but their teacher entered, "Good afternoon, class. I hope you're prepared for today's test," the students groaned, "Now let's not get excited."

Spike rolled his eyes and sighed big time releasing a bigger whiff of his breath that started to fill the room. Everyone got caught in the stench and started screaming and gagging. Even the teacher was spazzing.

"Ugh, we're in a gas chamber!" a girl screamed.

"Every man for himself!" a boy shouted, as they all started piling out of the room as fast as they could.

As Spike followed, his breath trailed along throughout the school spreading the stench. This caused everyone in the building to pile outside gasping for fresh air.

"What was going on in there?" a boy asked another boy.

"It's like the place was loaded with skunks." the boy replied.

"More like a truckload of dirty diapers." a girl gagged.

"Or a serious case of halitosis." another girl said.

Spike looked around in disbelief, "This can't be because of my breath can it?" he asked, as he breathed on some nearby flowers that wilted, "Ok, this isn't funny." he sighed.

Suddenly one of the teachers spoke up, "Listen up. Until we find the source of the smell the entire school is quarantined."

"So school's out?" a boy asked hopefully.

The teacher sighed knowing that's all the student's cared about, "Until further notice."

The students cheered with joy forgetting about the horrible stentch they breathed in. Spike however couldn't bring himself to be happy knowing he was the cause of this. He said to himself, "I got to see Twilight about this."

Soon enough, Spike had hurried to the meeting building and informed Twilight and the others about his stench problem. Spike sat down on the couch with his nose and mouth covered by his shirt. The girls looked at him oddly at how he was trying to conceal his breath.

"It's official, my breath is cursed." he vented dramatically.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, Spike. Your breath is not cursed." Rarity calmed him.

"Then what else can it be?" Spike asked, removing his mouth from the cover of his shirt. The girls quickly covered their nostrils, not wanting to breathe in Spike's rank breath. Spike seeing this fell into deeper despair.

Twilight walked in carrying a book, "It's simple. Bad breath is normal for a dragon. Your fire breathing glands are maturing at this point."

Spike spoke with a roll of his eyes, "Well, now I know why they call it dragon breath."

"Hey, you did us all a favor, Spike," Rainbow spoke, "Thanks to your rank breath we won't be having classes for a few days."

"I feel so much better." Spike said sarcastically.

"Don't worry, Spike. The bad breath is only temporary." Twilight assured him.

"Really? For how long?"

"It usually takes about one to two weeks."

"Two weeks?!" Spike snapped, as he jumped off the couch, "I can't live with this bad breath for two weeks! If my parents smell my breath they'll wash it out with soap!"

"That would be very unfortunate." Fluttershy said.

"Don't worry, I know a solution." Pinkie spoke up.

"You do?" Spike asked hopefully.

"Sure. Let's just put you in one of those quarantine bubbles," Pinkie beamed, "You can be our bubble boy!"

Spike looked freaked and saddened, "But I don't wanna be a bubble boy!"

"And you won't have to," Twilight said, "I know none of us would want you to be miserable with bad breath for two weeks. So I whipped up something for you." she held up a vial containing a pink liquid.

"What's that?" Spike asked.

"A special remedy that'll help with your breath problem. Wear it around your neck and there will be no trace of repulse to your breath." she placed the vial around his neck.

Spike smiled in joy, "Twilight, you're the best!" he pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Spike, easy." Twilight giggled, as he hugged her so close her breasts were pressing into his chest.

When Spike realized what his action was doing, he smiled and thought, 'I don't wanna let go of her ever.'

"Spike, you can let go now." Twilight noted.

Spike sighed knowing he had to do it. He released Twilight, and spoke, "Thanks for this, Twilight. I owe ya big."

Twilight smiled, and spoke, "I'll hold you to that, Spike."

Spike breathed, "So how does it smell?" he asked the girls,

Pinkie smiled, "Minty fresh."

Spike sighed in relief, "If only they made air fresheners this good."

Applejack spoke up, "Well, y'all. School's being fumigated, so what do we do now?"

"I say we go grab a bite," Rainbow suggested, "How about it, Spike? Feel confident enough to step out in public now?"

"Are you kidding? With this thing around my neck, I won't be worrying about bad breath at all."

"Well, tuck it in your shirt," Rarity suggested, "How would it look if people saw you wearing that?"

"Hmm, good point." Spike tucked it into his shirt.

"And that won't last forever," Twilight warned him, "It's good enough to get you through the two weeks. After that it'll be useless."

"Hey, if it holds out by how long my dragon breath is supposed to last I can't complaining." Spike replied.

"Come on, let's go." Pinkie said, as they left the building.

During nighttime, Spike had returned home and was heading to bed. When get got down on his bed, he held the vial in between his thumb and index fingers, "You're gonna keep me from scaring the girls off with my foul breath. Oh, yes you are." he chuckled.

Meanwhile out in the city by the local market, a figure was lurking about the empty streets, before peeking around a corner with three heads looking.

"This is it, girls. Ready to feast?" one asked with a growl to their voice.

"Yes. I'm so hungry." a second voice asked with a bleating sound.

"I am too." the third spoke with a hiss.

"Then let's chow down." the growling voice said, as it ran to the market with the three voices laughing.

Author's Note

I know this was short, but I wanted to get you guys hyped for what'll happen next time. I'll see you then.