Chapters Spike and Scootaloo's Small Adventure
Author's Note
i hope you enjoy your read. i've edited the story grammar, so if you find anything, sorry.
intro
edting chapter 1: intro
Spike entered the bedroom with a silk bag and a pony plushie of Rarity. He ignored the wall of notes from Twilight Sparkle and Celestia and headed straight to the door. He took one last look back and uttered his last words.
“I’m sorry, Twilight. I’ll miss you.”
He took a deep breath and opened the door to the dark of night. Outside was an angry looking orange filly with a bag on her head, fighting the boredom. Scootaloo tilted her head, gathered her bag, and started to walk next to Spike in the dark of the night. They had been planning it for quite some time, three hours, and two minutes, it was time to move on to a different town.
Scootaloo peered at Spike, and then looked back to the ground below, silent in the night. Once more they walked, past Sugarcube Corner, and into the train station. A tall, gray stallion was running the ticket stand, half asleep when Scootaloo scampered up to the booth.
Scootaloo, as short as she is, strived to place her head onto the counter, but was too short for anything, as usual.
“Excuse me?” The counter remained silent. “Excuse me sir?” Once more, the stallion behind the stand didn’t hear her at all. “Hey! Hey, you the-?!” Scootaloo hollered as Spike covered her mouth with his purple claws.
He started to push himself on top of the wooden countertop enough to see the stallion, and asked, “Excuse me, could we buy two tickets?”
The old man running the ticket counter came to, knocking papers onto the floor as if rushing to get ready, “Heh, sorry about that. That will be 15 Bits each. And isn't she too young to be going to Canterlot?”
Spike smiled, placing a small sack marked with a "Bit" into the stallion's outstretched hoof. “Her? She can handle herself. She’s taking me on this trip.” Spike received the tickets and started to the train to Canterlot. “Oh, and keep the whole bag. It’s yours.”
The stallion looked into the bag and saw it held a couple of bits and a pair of gems; an oval of Kyanite, and a black sphere of Onyx. “Are you sure? I can’t take this from such a young mare and a young dragon. I must decline!" With that said, the old stallion pushed the bag back, and opened a side door,stumbling out. "Please come here young sir.”
Spike did as he was asked; such a kind voice couldn't be denied in any way.
“I insi-” The older, gentle stallion pushed a cloth against Spike’s mouth. As soon as Spike stopped talking, the hoof retracted.
“Keep it,” he said, smiling. “That young lady over their should have them, if you know what I mean.” He dropped the gem-and-bit-filled bag into Spike’s claws, “Now run along, it should only be another minute till the train departs.”
“Umm, sorry, but I don’t like her like that,” Spike said, “or at least I don't think so.” Spike peered behind himself to the small orange and purple filly that accompany him; She was waiting by the train with her bag resting next to her, hooves crossed. “I’m not sure, I don’t think I do. I think I have another use for these." as Spike finished the sentence the train conductor announced the departure, worrying Scootaloo. "Sorry, I have to go. Bye!” Spike started to run up to Scootaloo and started to pull her into the train cart.
The old stallion smiled even wider than before, “Ahh, I love the kids of this nation more and more everyday. Aw I forgot to introduce myself. Shoot!”
Spike and Scootaloo pushed their snouts against the glass and waved bye to their newly founded friend and their beloved town of Ponyville.
Scootaloo looked to Spike whom sit across from her, “So we got a plan? It really would be a shame going all this way with nothing to do.”
Spike smirked, and chuckled some, “You know I’m prepared. What, you thought I would go through all this trouble just to get you alone?” Spike looked her in the eye, “You didn’t think that. Right?”
Scootaloo giggled some, “Heheh, I did have my doubts.” She winked in Spike’s direction.
Spike looked at her as if she was insane, “Well that shows a lot. Um, maybe sometime later, still kinda sad.” Spike crossed his legs over and started to look out the window.
Scootaloo attempted to fly over to Spike, but her wings still small, she face planted on the carpet. after a quick recovery of 2 minutes, she got onto Spike seat. Once more her curiosity got the best of her, “What did the Ticket Master say? You didn't seem to pleased with him.” Scootaloo had read Spike like a book in Twilight’s library.
Spike turned to face Scootaloo’s unnecessarily close face, shocked by her large eyes, “Oh it was nothing, I just got to thinking about some stuff. Nothing to worry about though.” He tried to push himself away from the small mare, and attempted to gain some distance.
Scootaloo just moved in closer and put her arm around Spike’s neck, and placing the other on top his head. She started to rub his head as if it was a sock on rug, “Wow, I forgot how hard your scales were… I'm still not going to stop though; Its too much fun!” Scootaloo was rubbing him even faster, pushing him into the seat cushion.
Spike started to fight her hoof, and tried to gain any distance from her; he was backed against the wall before he could even move and inch. Spike let her continue the unpleasant motion and patting down of his smooth scales, “Can you stop before someone sees? It would look strange.”
Scootaloo continued to rub his head, while the speakerphone announced the long awaited message, “We will be arriving in Canterlot shortly, please remain seated until the doors open. Thank you.” When the word made it to her ears she pressed her face against the window, climbing behind Spike’s head to get any little glimpse of the town.
"We're here! We're here!" Scootaloo was struggling to see Canterlot, pushing Spike off the seat somewhat.
Spike tried once more to stop Scootaloo’s improper ranting, “Hey, sit down already. You heard the mare!” Spike tried to force her down into the seat, but the filly was too quick for him to catch.
Scootaloo started to move away from Spike’s ruffled scales giggling, “Ya I heard what she sai-,” she had be moving back to her respective seat, when the train had made a quick and sudden stop; throwing both Scootaloo and Spike onto the floor on their heads. Scootaloo was still laughing at Spike, only this time she was getting laughed at by every pony and Spike was trying to hide his smile in-between his claws.
A few adult mares and stallions joined them in the laughter, having seen such a silly act would make anypony crack up. Even the train cart service stallion was in an uproar; he had lost his magical grip on a cart and a cup of tea spilled onto the floor. Scootaloo over turned herself with the help of the friendly magic of a professionally dressed stallion. Spike fell onto his tummy and pushed himself up with his stubby arms. The cart service attendant attempted to end his laughter so he could finish what he had to do, and say, “Okay, if everyone could move from the doors: We shall be arriving shortly.”
A small tone overcame the silenced laughter, ringing in a typical doorbell melody. It announced the long waited message of relief, “We have arrived. Enjoy your stay in Canterlot.” the doors dropped, and ponies started to leave the cart. The speaker ended their message with a kind goodbye, “Thank you for riding on the 11 O'clock train. Please come again!”
Spike and Scootaloo's Small Adventure
Spike grabbed Scootaloo’s hoof and started to urge her out of the train. Scootaloo began to be dragged through the crowd of ponies, too rich, and snooty to move out of anypony’s way, and along the sidewalk into the town plaza. Street lights lit the shiny, icy, cobblestone floors and the welcome signs of cafés and fancy shops filled the rooftops with bright colors, giving the pathway the feel of air, light and fluffy with its array of lights.
Spike only had one interest, the jewelry store he had seen earlier in the year. However, Scootaloo was like most fillies, and was eager to see new ponies. She wanted to spend her time at the train station, greeting every mare and stallion she could get a word with. Nevertheless, Spike clearly wanted Scootaloo to be with him, for safety reasons, of course. He felt that no filly should ever be left alone at night, especially in a strange, new place.
Spike walked up to the store, White Ice Jewelry, one of the most reliable stores in all of Equestria, even though Rarity always was better when it came to finding the most dazzling, and flavorful gems. Spike pushed the door open with caution, carefully making sure no pony that they knew were in the shop. Luckily, the shop was at a stand-still, just the young colt running the counter, and the older, gentle-stallion waiting in the back with a rock carving station on the desk in front of him.
The stallion smiled and let out a quiet chuckle. “Hehe, welcome back Spike! Come to buy more raw gems as always?”
Spike looked at Scootaloo, as she was ogling the colt in front of her, wondering exactly how they knew each other, and why he was so interested in her.
"Well, the exact opposite, unfortunately. Ponies can’t eat gems… or stones, for that matter.”
Scootaloo looked towards Spike with a very interested look. ”Spike, what are you talking about?”
The stallion smiled at Spike. "Okay lil’ fella, let’s see what you got.” He pulled a wooden tray and a magnifying glass to the center of the counter, turning the observation light on.
Spike looked through his small bag of wares, and pulled out a small bag which had once held a sum of bits, pouring the contents onto the tray. The black Onyx and blue Kyanite bounced on the tray, dancing around the center.
“I know it isn’t much, but how many bits can we get?”
The shopkeeper held the glass against the Onyx, then the Kyanite, humming softly to himself.
"The least I can give you is nothing,” he smiled, "But that ain’t me. We’ve been looking for some Onyx and the other is beautiful, but we have plenty, so I guess around 500 even.” He looked up at Spike, wanting to do more, but not being able to. “Would that be fine? It’s not a lot, but it’s all we can do right now.”
Spike nodded and looked down at the counter, slightly disappointed in what he had done for the greater good. The stallion spoke once more, "Okay, I’ll get you a check, it isn’t too bright of an idea to carry that many bits around, would 50 do you any good?”
Spike was focused back on the young colt, who was still examining Scootaloo intently. "Um, I guess so.”
Spike glanced up at the wall, where a small golden picture frame hung. It contained a sole picture of the shop’s owner, a orange mare with a deep purple mane. Spike looked back to the colt once more and and spoke again. “Well, I hope you enjoy your night. What time is it?”
The little colt peered at the clock and replied, "Almost 12:45.” The colt pointed at Scootaloo, and asked a question himself. “Is she a nice pony?”
Spike looked at him in disbelief. "Her? Eh, hard to say. I guess she can be nice, when she needs to.”
Scootaloo walked up to the Spike and hit his forehead, pushing some of his scaly mane down. "Well that wasn’t very nice to say. Anyways, I can be nice...sometimes. So, where are we going, Mister planner?”
Spike grinned, "You’ll see when we get there, I wouldn’t like to ruin the surprise.”
Scootaloo turned back to the colt who had been watching her. “Hi, my name is Scootaloo!” She held out a hoof, “What’s your name?”
He was taken by surprise, as most ponies would brush him by, or not even bother asking. “Um, it’s very long, so I just get called L.L. for short. Nice to meet you!” He pushed Scootaloo’s hoof down, letting his own realign with the floor.
Icy, ‘Jack’, as some called him, entered the room with a bag of bits and a slip of paper,scribbled on the paper 450 bit and his name, handing them to Spike and the girl he accompanied. Everypony and dragon said their goodbyes, and went back to their respective lives. The colt in the shop started to explode with questions about the girl who was there, only after they left, most stunning of the lot, "Grandpa, why did that girl look like mom? She even acted like her she was around.”
The Icy sighted, "I'm not sure, but I think she is more of a mother than yours, she even asked your name. Lets just hope she has a family who cares.”
The son spoke once more before blowing out the candle of his room, tears in his eyes, "Why did she have to go?”
The Jack hugged him, ”I don’t know. I just don’t know,” ending the sentence with a gentle tug of the covers, and leaving the room.
"All aboard the 1 A.M. train to Hollow Shades,” the train conductor called out, checking his watch, "We shall be leaving soon. Please get acquainted with your seat.”
Scootaloo started to drag Spike along through the street as if he was a rag doll of a Wonder Bolt at a carnival; Trying to get to the train station before departure. Spike tried to run aside her, but fell short and started to drag along the floor. "Come on Spike, were going to miss it!” Scootaloo tried to go faster, but was being weighed down by the slower dragon she took with her.
Spike tried to get to his feet, hoping Scootaloo would let him, "Please stop dragging me along, by the time we get there it would have already left the station.”
Scootaloo started to run faster, and flapped her wings in alliteration, hoping to go faster. "No! I know we can make it, just need more ti-,” the sound of a loud whistle and wheels moving across icy, snow covered metal track could be heard over a mile away. Scootaloo placed her flank onto her tail and sat onto the floor, hoofs in her eyes, "We were so close! Uhg! How could we miss it!?”
Spike picked up Scootaloo, and started to walk her to the station, any place where ponies and others alike couldn’t stare at her. “Its okay Scootaloo. The next train should be here soon. If not, we can wait till then.” Scootaloo dug her head under Spike’s arm, walking with him, and sitting next to him on the frosty floor of the station. As any kind pony, or dragon for that matter, would do, took a blanket and dawned it on the sad, snow covered body of Scootaloo, and left to get a paper and pen.
With his frost ridden claws and feather pen, he wrote,
“Dear Princess Luna,
It’s Spike
your friend, and loyal subject, Spike the Dragon.”
With one flow of fire, the message wisped away into the wind, and off into the sky. Spike stroked the hair of Scootaloo’s soft mane, hoping she wouldn’t stir. “Scootaloo, when will you ever learn,” he let out a tired, long yawn, and placed his head on Scootaloo’s mane, “that I never have a plan.”
Author's Note
yet another part of a long to come story. i want your opinion about what comes next. any thoughts?
P.S. i love spike ships.
next up!: twilight and rainbow dash get to tell their story. lets hope this goes well
Spike and Scootaloo's Small Adventure
Chapter 2, Happy Birthday!
Twilight/Rainbow side
“No Spike, don’t do it!” Twilight started to run towards him with a Equestrian Dictionary, getting ready to slap the book in his claws to the floor. “That book goes in the ‘G’ section, subsection 1.351, after Good Night Moon,” Twilight took a deep breath, exhausted from wanting the perfect library.
Spike slid the book into the shelf, right after the book, Good Night Moon, “Is that better Twilight?” He looked at the sea of paper on the floor and sighed. “You need to stop wanting the perfect library. You’ll work yourself to death before that comes!”
Twilight sighed, and rubbed her eyes, “I know Spike, but it just has to be perfect,” She lifted up the dictionary and pushed it into its respective place, on top of the shelf. “Okay Spike you ready for bed, its almost ten after mid-night?” She had trotted off to the stairwell when Spike gave his final answer.
“Twili, I know its probably strange, but could you read me a story? Its been a while, and I like it when you read.” Before she even answered him, he was already on the shelves. Spike knew the answer, a nod for yes and the book of his choice. He looked for his book, a beaten up book he got from the Crystal Empire not to long ago. Although not made of crystal, still worth it.
“Be careful Spike. I don’t want you getting hur-,” just as he was addressing him, the bookshelf started to tip over, and Spike, six or seven shelves high, right in the middle. As any pony would want to do, she tried to stop the shelf with her body, but remember who she was, and used her magic to stall the shelf. Spike fell the unnecessary distance of 12 apple(4 apples make an U.S. foot), hitting his head on a stack of books. From the top of the book filled shelf, fell the Equestrian Dictionary. None-the-less, it had fallen onto Spike.
Twilight woke up from her unsettling nightmare, banging her head on a piece of her treehouse. “Thank Celestia it was only a dream.” Twilight looked over to Spikes bed, no little dragon was there. “Spike? where are you?” Twilight called, but no answer. she left to see if he had made breakfast, or even left for his chores already.
Downstairs in the main library was a horribly gruesome mess of red and purple flowers scattered along the floor spelling “Happy Birthday”, and a letter on the table. addressed to none other than Twili herself. She skipped over the letter and went straight for the kitchen.
Spike was also missing, no sign of cooking or anything, and an ink bottle had been missing from the counter. Something was off, when had she ever made Spike work on her birthday? Never, she never would make him do anything on a day like this. “Spike? If you’re plotting something with Pinkie and the others its not funny!”
An quiet voice came in from outside, “Spike’s not with us.” The tree house and its surroundings went quiet, “You didn’t hear me… I’m just a bush.”
Twilight just left the kitchen and entered the secondary part of the library, the reference area. Books hanging off shelves and tilted at inhuman angles; the grossum site would make any organized pony lose their mind, but not one with a missing friend. “Okay Spike, you can come out now. Your really starting to worry me.” Once more no reply. ‘Where has he gone? Is he alright?‘ Questions started to flood her mind as she noticed the book from her nightmare. she eyed the book for a minute or so before moving it to the table for safety reasons.
Minutes later she sat in front of the shelf where Spike might have, no could have died, and started to look at it, hating its towering posture. “I hate you!” she threw a small book at it, and regretting what she had done, stroked the book she threw, trying to comfort it.
Moments later a bright rainbow came smashing through her window, collided with the wall, and knocked almost every book of the shelves. Two shelves had been completely cleared, books on the floor and scorched, a whole shelf worth of books reduced to ashes. Twilight had a mental breakdown on the spot, “My, my ,my books… gone,” she dragged her hoof through the ashes of what could have been a Daring Doo book, or a encyclopedia. Needing to get a grip of herself, she turned to help the mare who just unveiled the horrible site. “Can I help you?”
Rainbow Dash, covered in books and ashes, crawled her way out of the one billion word long hole, “Yes! Thank you, Twilight!!!” Rainbow Dash was sweating, she never sweated from exhaustion. stress? anxiety? “Have you seen Scootaloo? I woke up next to a lake wet! All my stuff ruined!!!” Twilight shook her head, Rainbow Dash was disturbingly angerful, “First my cloud mansion's floor is destroyed, then all my stuff gets wet, and worst a pony is missing.” Rainbow Dash got ready to leave, but a lavender pony held her back.
Twilight began, “Thats sad to hear, but have you seen Spike? I’m worried.” Twilight let go of Rainbow’s tail, hoping she would stay and help.
Rainbow Dash seemed worried, “No, I went over all of Ponyville. I didn't see him, and if I did i’d ask him to help.” She gracefully landed on the table, looking out the window to the clouds outside. “What happened to him? did he go somewhere?” Twilight shook her head once more. “OH MY GOD! two children are missing!!! This is horrible!” Rainbow Dash started to panic, looking everywhere for Spike inside the library.
“He’s not here Rainbow Dash, I already looked. He’s gone,” Twilight started to cry before Rainbow got the chance to slap some sense in to her. Once to the right, then the left. “Why would you do that,” before Twilight could finish, her face was already held in between two cyan hoofs.
“NO! They aren’t gone, or dead or anything!!! I will bring them back here in one piece! Alive!” Twilight began to fight Rainbow Dashes grip, only to get held tighter with every struggle. “Twilight sparkle, will you help me get Spike and Scootaloo back her?” She dropped Twilight to the floor, and prepared herself for a long flight, “Whether you're in or not, I'm going to get them, even if it cost me my life!” she dashed towards the window, getting stopped by a magical force field. “What gives?! let me out!!!”
Twilight walked over to Rainbow Dash and hit her with a book, “Friendship for Dummies”, “As if i’d let you save my friends without me.” Twilight let the magic shield fall, and picked up her saddle bag. “So, where to Rainbow?”
Author's Note
this was made in google docs. their may be some mistakes from the transfer.
Also i'd like some ideas... this story is going to be long and fun. spike will kiss scootaloo in the story, just wait...
Spike and Scootaloo's Small Adventure
Some time had passed on the train ride, the sun was overhead and on the other side of the sky. Light from the nearby window shown onto Spike’s eyelids, stirring the small dragon. Luna, unaware of Spike, had watched the filly who rested on her leg. Anypony who had a dream like his would be in a perfect mood. Spike crept up to Luna with no stealth at all. He made it two yards away before she noticed him, “Good morning, Princess Luna!” the look on his face resembled a silly gray mare, with golden hair.
“Good evening, Spike,” the smile upon her face was as happy as it could have been since she came back from the moon. ‘Should i tell him what i did? Or just let him have his way with her, like she did him?’ Luna’s heart and soul had conflicting ideas, and neither would end would help them out. “How was your night, uh, day?”
Spike was off edge and unaware of what he was asked, “It was okay.” Pressing his face against the cushions, he muttered something inaudible. Realizing his actions and their stupidity, he took a seat and waited for Luna to do something, or just start the conversation.
For a minute or so, the stared at the orange filly, making sure neither one saw the other doing it. Luna had made the first move, and sadly the winning move, “Spike i know what you want with her.” A flush of red came over his cheeks, making them a light purple-pink. Luna let out a laugh, “It worked!!! knew it would work. Okay Spike, would you like anything?” Luna looked at Scootaloo making sure she was out, “She’s asleep… There's a lot of possibilities.” A dark and playfully devious smile crept onto her face.
Spike only had one idea, and his only idea was all he could hope for. An asleep filly about is age, a pony who rules the night and could mess with dreams, and one curious young dragon. “Um, this may sound creepy and perverted-ish, but could you find out what she’s dreaming about?” Luna already promised him one thing, but who wants to do something they get told to do? “Just for a minute or so.” He was just as intent as she was the first time she got asked.
“Okay Sweetie, i‘ll take a look. But if i’m not back in 5 minutes or so, just assume i’m having fun. Don’t wake me up.” With that said and done she proceeded to the filly’s subconscious and began her search for Spike.
Scootaloo’s dream was as colorful as Spikes, but instead of trees, there was a meadow filled with Daisies, Jasmines, and Zinnia. They stretched across the field for miles on end, taking in the beauty and exotic flowers would kill all peace of mind and replace it with the amazement of the natural world. Luna picked a Zinnia just to watch it wither in her hoof. The same with the Jasmine and Daisy. Even touching them with the slights movement destroyed their beauty. Watching her step, not wanting the Zinnia to fade, she killed countless Daisies and Jasmine.
After about 200 Daisies, and 500 Jasmine faded to dust. She saw what seemed to be Scootaloo and Spike. Both of the children seemed happy, but Scootaloo had tears in her eyes. Why would she be sad? She’s with Spike. Nothing happened, but the two hugging for a while, and flowers fading as the clouds floated over. Spike, like most things in the world faded to ashes, and got blown away from the world, like a paper in the wind. Scootaloo was left alone, crying even more that before.
“Why?”
The first words spoken in the dream for a whole 5 minutes. Luna held back her tears, and her will to help her get her beloved back. ‘No, Luna, you can’t help her. We can’t do anything here,’ she turned around and started to destroy flowers with her hooves, clearing a place to cry in solitude before returning to Spike.
Once more the orange filly spoke, “Why couldn’t you just have stayed and loved me?” She buried her face into the ground to hide her face from the flowers. Pressing onward, the clouds engulfed the world in a sea of darkness, enveloping the flowers in its everlasting night in the day. The world had become barren, and dull once more. The Zinnia Luna had saved from her wrath, eaten away in the dark. It was time to go.
Spike was waiting patiently for Luna’s return and response, sitting on the edge of his seat. “Welcome back, Ms. Luna!” His voice was as happy as could be. “ Um, Luna did you find anything interesting?” Spike was just like Scootaloo, eager for answers.
Luna, once more, had been shot from her sky, and brought down to earth. The sadness of Scootaloo had taken over, “Spike, i’d rather not share what i saw in there,” She pointed to the purple hair of the filly on her lap. “What i have seen is of no ones concern, not even mind.” Her decision was final, but that wasn’t what she wanted to do. “To make up for that, i’ll let you,” She took a deep breath, surprised she’d let Spike take advantage of a sleeping girl, “Hug her.”
Spike had lost it, “Are you sure?” The thought of him getting to hug her, was none the less unbearable. Luna gave a reassuring shake of her head, and Spike was up and at it. he approached the filly who was now in the air thanks to the magic of a very sweet and generous mare. Luna placed her into Spike’s small arms, helping him keep her from falling as he hugged her, reaching his arms around her, hesitating to go further, “Thank you Princess Luna. Thank you for the Gift of the world.”
With her magic she moved the unconscious filly back to her lap and started to correct the ground rules once more, “This didn’t happen, i didn’t see anything and i’ll wake her up.”
Spike nodded and took a seat, while Luna poked Scootaloo's bottom nose, along with shaking her head. The filly woke up with tears in her eyes, “Is Spike up?”
Author's Note
this chapter was deleted accedently. some grammar may be off. i apologize fro my inconviniance.
the update is anoying me, so sorry if i screew up
Spike and Scootaloo's Small Adventure
Luna as care free, and inactive as she was, laid back in her seat, setting the mood for nothing special. She nudged Spike, then Scootaloo, “I’m going to rest, can you get me when the sun is down?” She peered out the window, observing the sun’s departure.
Both the filly and dragon nodded, to distracted by the snow covered hills and rocks outside their windows. They each called out what they had seen, Spike saw a parasprite, eating the snow, and multiplying, multiple times. Scootaloo on the other hoof, got scared by a giant locus whom lunged himself at the glass. Spike let out a sigh, helped his fallen friend back to her hooves, and scared the bug away.
Like any persistent bug, it has family. Seconds after the social insect got scared away, another joined the party. Then another, then another and another, till there were 7. Spike watched as they piled up blocking out the view of the snow. As one jumped off, another took its place, scaring him, and his traveling companion. Scootaloo got the best idea, revenge.
Without warning, she pounced Spike, scaring him as the locus continued to pile up. “got’ cha!” She started laughing while Spike was disappointed with himself. How could he let some one like her get the best of him? I the still of night, your mind will fly.
Spike opened the window, just enough to grab one of the atrocious bug, and resealed it. Holding his hand out and letting it jump into the fillies hair. Everyone, including Luna, laughed at her cries of horror as the insect harbored her hair as if it was grass. She turned her mane into a pile of hair, before it even considered leaving. Luna did the most kind hearted act of the day, she spared Scootaloo of her ranting, letting the locus out the foreign land of the train , and into its common place, outside.
Luna brushed Scootaloo hair down with magic, “I’m going to sleep now. And Spike, if you're going to bring a lotus in here, make sure it doesn't cause too much noise.” She stared at Scootaloo with more intensity, “And you, young lady, if you’re going to scare Spike, do a better job.” She smiled and placed her head onto the cushion, dozing off into her personal dream factory.
“Okay people! Lets do this.” Luna called out to all the workers, giving instructions about what they had to do, “John, get the memory files, Jade, get the analyzer, Rose get me Scootaloo’s dream data from a year back, and Dave,” Dave had already done his part, holding with him Spike’s dream files.
John brought back a box filled with Luna’s documents. Jade had forgot the analyzer, and brought a book instead. Rose came back with a stack of papers, ranging from daydreams and night dreams, towering over everyone, scraping the roof. Dave had only an folder filled with ten or so sheets of paper; he didn’t sleep much with Twilight ordering him around every day they assumed.
“Okay everyone, lets see what we can find out,” Luna sat in her rolling chair and began to read through Scootaloo’s dream data. Nothing special for most; just her wanting to have her cutie mark, or be very best friends with Rainbow Dash. Minutes had passed before lua got tired of reading every last dream, and pushed one third to Rose, and another to Jade. “Please read these, thiers so many.”
Rose took the sheets and skimmed the pages in a matter of seconds, “Sure thing Luna. We can’t let the other two get their hands of this. Plus we are here to help.”
Jade peered at the stack of papers, they stood as high as her. “Okay Luna, i’ll try my best.” Luna smiled at the mild effort of Jade and the enthusiasm of Rose.
Before Luna could even ask the others to read about Spike’s, they had already divided the papers up and began reading. She gave a nod of approval that neither got to be proud of. Another hour passed before anything interesting came up, brought to everyone’s attention by Jade.
“Hey, Ms. Luna! I found something!!!” Before she could get it to Luna, Dave had snatched it from her hand, and began reading aloud the document. Jade frowned, while their leader stroked her head with compassion.
Dave put on his most intense story treading voice, and began his speech,“hum, i wonder what were going to do today? Where are we going anyways?” Dave paused in mid speech, handing it back to Jade. “I am not reading the next lines. Thats final.” He left to get to the interesting romance story he had kept to himself at his desk.
Jade gave it to Luna and pointed at a certain spot, like the rest of the paper ,it was all questions, “I wonder if he will try something on me?” Luna raised an eye after reading it aloud, “I hope he does.” Out of the whole paper only one true thought. Luna stroked Jades head once more, “Thank you for bering this to my atention. Now we can narrow this down.” Luna pushed all the papers of Scootaloo onto the table, removing all filed that occured before the date. She was left with 2 files.
“Well that was easy.” Rose picked up the papers and read them, dropping all happiness after reading the dream. “Lets just turn this over, and put it away.” Dave broke out in laughter, soon John aswell, but he remembered what he had read a moment ago, and stopped laughing. “Dave, now is a better time to drop one of your sick,”cool” rhymes. I could really use some spirit.”
Dave lowered his glasses, revealing the somber color of his eyes, “No. Not after what happened.” He reminisced on how he lost his last rap battle with a certain mare. He pushed his shades up and stared at Luna, giving all his respect to her.
“Dave, John, did you boys find anything?” John presented a script of Spike’s dream, he was a pony. On top of that, he was doing silly stuff; not even Derpy could out derp this. “No John.” She patted his face with a newspaper, showing him his failure in a kinder form. “Dave?” She turned her head to the boy who wasn’t thier.
“I only got this.” He reached his hand over her shoulder, “Pretty weak. Adorable, but weak.” Luna took the paper and read about the tree’s and what happened after she left. “Just reading this made me want to punch the kid. I’d even get John’s help.” John made a silent ‘yay’ motion of happyness. Luna hit them both with the news paper. again.
“And what did you find Rose?”
Rose pushed a document face down to her lovely creator,“I found this, but its a little dark for my taste.” With one flick of her nail, the paper was in front of Luna.
Moments had passed, even a minute. John and Dave pondered on what was going on. Luna slammed the paper onto the desk, angry with herself. “Everyone, get out! I need to be alone.” She slammed her face onto the desk, waiting for everyone to exit.
‘All my fault. If i didn’t lie to her this little misshape wouldn’t have happen. I’m stupid!’ Luna dragged her head off the desk, allowing herself to baul on the floor. “What do i do? What do i do?!” In her ramit display, she remembered the two children she left unattended. “Got to get back with them!!” On moments notice she was up and out of the dream.
The sleep deprived princess woke up so a small bug on her nose. It's small black beady eyes alien with hers. The scariest part of all, was its attempt to say hello. Letting out its silent call, trying to get the older mare into a good mood for what was behind him. It squeaked once more before jumping onto her head, and resting on the smooth ocean of hair, digging a crevice, and making priorities.
"Whats going on?!" Luna had awoken to a swarm of Locus, Fire-fly, and a parasprite, gently landing on the wall. Spike was nowhere, to do found and Scootaloo was probably too chicken, to do something. "Just great." she began to force all the monstrous bugs out the window, making perfectly well not to force Tia out the window, who was resting on her mane.
As the bugs left the train and the window resealed, only Scootaloo was left on the floor, covered in miniature foot prints and claw marks. "Thank you, miss Woona," She was far too weak to get out a joyous response. She couldn't even get up if she tried.
Spike was still nowhere to be found. Luna, worried she might have forced him out the window, searched frantically for the purple, green and lavender dragon child. Under every chair, in every cart, all two of them, and in every last nook and cranny, just to find no dragon. "Where did Spike go?" The worry in her voice was noticeable by even to the deaf. "I think i might have pus-," Scootaloo pointed to the roof. 'She put him on the roof?!' With outs moments hesitation, she forced herself to the roof, only to witness Tia fly away in the wind.
Luna had lost it, the bug was talking to her, "Save me!"
"Got' cha!" a thin magical bubble enclosed the locus, and brought him back. "Lets get you inside." Once again she used her magic to enter the familiar space of the cart. Scootaloo was climbing up one of the chairs, trying to gain her balance. "Scootaloo! Why would you put Spike on the roof?!" she had began to cry after relieving where they were. A mountain.
Scootaloo fought to get atop the chair, "He's not outside, i put him in here." She tapped one of the few luggage boxes that hung from the wall. "You said i had to do a better job so i did," she smiled while she untied a piece of string, flimsy, but also strong.
Once again Luna's advice and words had made things worse, "What did you do to him?" She scolded the filly, hopping it was something playful and not to bad. She ignored Luna, and her unhappiness, untying the last note with her mouth.
Falling out of the small box came Spike, along with a few locus and other insects of sorts. Once more, Luna swept the bugs out the window, hoping they wouldn't die on impact. "See, i got him back... sorta." She lifted up one of his limbs, only to watch it fall to the ground. "He still hasn’t woke up? Its been nearly 3 hours already!" She didn't sound happy, nor seem happy in the slightest.
Luna scolded the filly once more, hoping her point would be heard, "What did you do to him?" Anger spawned in her voice, giving the slightest hint of acceptance at a job well done. "Explain."
Scootaloo propped Spike up onto a chair, with the help of some magic, angled him in the right way so he wouldn't fall forward and bang his head again. Scootaloo began telling her story, of how she got Spike unconscious.
"
Okay, so Spike and i wanted to play a Not like i could play with them anyways. So we did nothing. After about 30 seconds we got bored of nothing, so i got the bestest idea ever! I hit him with a phone book.
"
Luna looked around the area, trying to find the book she spoke of. None the less, it was under Spike's arm, holding him up. "So you hit him with a book... realy?" She remembered her words half perfectly, 'If you're going to do something, do it right.' Bashing a kid on the head with a book is hardly considered scary. "So, how did you get him up there? and why?"
She continued her story, as silly as it was.
"
The locus came back, and they opened the window. So, i moved Spike into the box thingy, and closed it. Then they all attacked me, Then you woke up.
"
"That is my story, the greatest story ever!" She threw her arms up to emphasis what she had self-proclaimed.
"Well that could have gone worse, i suppose." She didn't mean the locus, or the locking him in the storage area, she meant what she could have done. 'I guess one a good filly, always a good filly.' "Oh, i almost forgot!"
Scootaloo was surprised, when did Luna ever forget to do something? She closed the window, twice. "Forgot what?" Luna didn't answered, just gave her darkest grin, and squinted her eyes. "What is it?! I can't read minds!"
Luna laughed at her eagerness to hear what was going on. It was about that time of day, the moon began to show its face, "Oh, i just needed to tell you something. But you promise not to tell Spike?" The filly shook her head in alliteration, making the blue mare press her hooves against orange cheeks to stop the motion. Luna leaned in close and covered the range ears of Scootaloo, not like Spike could hear anyways, "Spike dose like you."
Spike woke up to a bright eyed filly looking at him, to close for comfort. She dropped a note onto his face before moving to the other side of the seat. The sun had risen, and so had the dragon. Everything was perfect in the eyes of Scootaloo. "Luna left to go back to the castle. Ya know, discord would be bored without her," lies always work the best at a time like this. Discord would never get bored.
Spike opened the scroll, reading the contents.
dear Spike and Scootalo,
i'm going back to the castle. good luck with the... i never even learned why you’re doing this… running around. So good luck on your trip! Luna’s out out
P.S. I left something for you two, enjoy!
Spike looked at Scootaloo, and Scootaloo looked back to Spike. They both shrugged and began their search. Nothing was specified, and nothing was given as a hint. After a good while of searching, it hit them. Their bags.
Next to their bags was a large bag of bits, a note reading "500 bits, good luck!" Both smiled, and thanked the blue mare, who once spread eternal beauty throughout the land; the mare of the moon.
Author's Note
the human carectors are from a popular web comic called homestuck.
i don't own them, i just used them. all credit gose to Andrew Hussie
next chapters will be around 2,000 words
Spike and Scootaloo's Small Adventure
Chapter 4, Welcome to Town
Spike hauled the bag out of the train’s single door, getting slight encouragement from his traveling companion, a “you can do it Spike”, or an easily said, “you got this.” Scootaloo didn’t really enjoy large bags, just the sight of them would hurt her eyes. She hardly wanted to use her saddle bag. “Spike, where are we going to take that stuff? It’s really big and probably heavy.”
Spike stared at the orange filly, watching her as she tried once more to approach each and every pony she could find, “realy? Again with that?” Scootaloo turned head and glared at Spike, “no one is really going to talk with you.” Just as he said that, a stallion stopped, set his bags down, and welcomed Scootaloo to Shady Hollows.
“Thank you, mister!” Scootaloo waved viciously at the stallion as he was on his way. “See Spike, i told you someone would say hello.” She admired her victory over the stubborn dragon, she had captivated over her trip. “So spiky. Where we headed to?”
Spike laughed at her enthusiasm, “well first the bank, i’m not fit to carry this around. Then, i guess we find a place to stay, it’s early.” Looking around the too small station, he found a map of the town, plain in color, but as helpful as Scootaloo. “It should be across the street,” as he expected, it wasn’t.
“So where is it?” Scootaloo tried snatching the map from Spike, getting denied by a swift motion. Falling over Spike, and grounding Spike, she got a glimpse of the map. School was never something of interest, nighter did maps. “You’re holding the map upside down. And here i thought you were smart.” Taking the bag in her mouth, she dragged it inside, “you gonna help me or not Spike?”
Reluctant to provide his help he did it anyways. Pushing the bag as if it was a block of ice on a sheet of sandpaper, inch by inch, the duo made their way inside and across the hall. Getting help from some kindly mares and stallions who pass by. “You really shouldn’t have this much bits in a bag. It could rip.” Shocked at the stallion who decided to carry it the rest of the way, everypony realized who it was. Only one person would consider dressing like that. Cold colored sweater, dark green eyes, and a smile that was unreal. None other than a member of the new society.
A changeling, and a long lost friend.
“I didn’t know changelings lived in Equestria! When did you get here?” Scootaloo bothered the changling who had been jenerous enough to do a favor for two strangers. “I thought celestia sent them to the moon!” She threw two hooves into the air over exaggerating the sun.
Spike once again had to set Scootaloo strait, by that, she got hit with the rolled up map and shunned, “they’ve been allowed here for some time. We just never noticed them.” Pressing on for the banks widespread doors, “they just tried to take over the nation for some reason.” He dropped his head, “Twilight never told me why they did it.”
Entering the banks quiet atmosphere, he took a deep breath, and headed to a coin counter, setting the bag atop the machine. "Well if you want to know why we did it, you could just ask. Nothing to be ashamed of.” He smiled as he untied the bag, and dragged a stool over, hoisting Scootaloo up on top of it and placing Spike on his back, “this is about the only fun part at the bank, so enjoy it while it last.” Standing against the machines cold surface Spike read the instructions of use.
Select currency.
Select amount.
Pour currency into side slot.
Take reccit to accounttent.
“Seems easy enough.” Looking at the glass window with 2 bottons he didn’t realy have a choice, his only oprion was Equestria Bits, or to abort. Only one choice that would seem right, he pressed the botton that lead to a new screen. “Amount?” The only options left were 100 Bits, and 250 Bits. Seeming fair enough he pushed the 100 Bits icon, opening a hole on one end of the table while the screen asked to have the money inserted.
“Well, that’s creepy,” Scootaloo placed a coin on the metal slab and watched as it slide down the tray until dropping. After witch a loud noise erroupted from the machine, and a zero on the machine became a one. "Okay, that needs to be about 1% cooler.” She scolded the magnificent machine that had nearly rivaled Rainbow Dash in coolness.
Placing 2 more bits in, they watched as they tumbled down curious of why they didn't dump the whole bag in. Scootaloo began pushing the bag over the edge with her mane. getting stopped by a flaming horn. "Don’t do that, you’ll break the machine.” Realizing what he had said, and who he said it to, he tipped the bag over, sending 97 bits down the mettal shelf into thier respective hole.
“So you can tip it, but i can’t?” The filly was slightly angered, but amazed at the stampede of coins, as they tumbled into the dark abyss. Angered at the coins comming to a stop, she took an extra coin and added it to the line of coins. "Now it’s 101 bits!” She laughed evilly at her actions, enjoying her devious plot against the machine and the bank.
Everyone stared at her, shocked at what she had done, “its okay, the machine will switch to 250 coin count mode. We can add more!” To happy for his health, he got Scootaloo to unload half the bag unto the metal sheet, watching as the changeling removed any items that weren't meant to be inserted. Mostly small bits of hair, and a few indifrent gems, not catching Spike’s eye.
“So, do you work here?” Spike asked curios of their newly founded friend, relieving something they had forgotten to ask about. "What’s your name?”
He let out a slight chuckle, finally remembering some ponies and dragons still asked about changelings names, “well i didn’t have a name at birth, but i go by Fire Brush. Even though i’m a banker,” he grinned widly, glad the youth of the world knew how to ask politly.
After another 250 coins got dumped and 2 bank slips had been collected from the machine, they waited to get an account made, shocked as of why they hadn’t made one earlier. "Oh, could you give us some of the money from this?” Spike placed the check he got a while back onto the table, sliding it to Fire Brush. Whom added it to thier account and gave enough to make it by for a week or two.
Greatful of their happy and cheerful changeling banker, they set off in search of an area to sleep the night away. "Bye Mr. Brush!” Scootaloo called as she left the pair of duoble doors dragging Spike along, who was entrusted with the bits.
“Hey Scootaloo, why do you always trust me with important stuff?” Spike shuffled through his bag looking for his little special item, and next to it was Scootaloo’s glass heart engraved with R.D. in the middle.
She paused and turned to face her dream dragon, “i trusted you with it because i know you won't break it. Is that okay?” Spike srugged and replaced it in the bags soft cove, catching up to Scootaloo.
“Good enough for me.”
Hours had passed and the sun had reached a little past mid day. Lunch, however, was not a main priority. Not having groceries or a place to stay conributed to this. "Okay. According to this,” he pointed at the map, allowing Scootaloo to see, “there is an apartment complex around here.” Both happy and sad, they left in search of the mysterios biulding that wasn’t where the map said it would be.
“Did you read the map correctly this time?” Scootaloo glaired into Spikes eyes, hoping to get a result faster.
Spike hit Scootaloo’s head with the map once more, “its right thier,” his claws drifted to the rigth, where, unshockingly, lied the complex. "It said it’s only 120 bits a week,” depending on the size of the room. "You ready to go Scootaloo?”
She was already ahead of him, dragging him through the dirt toward the housings, “i’ve been ready! Come on lazy, lets get a move on!” Scootaloo stopped dragging her friend and walking to the main room of the buildings. She began the sign-up for a room.
“Scootaloo.” A pair of keys hit him on the nose, dropping to the floor before him. "Whats this?” He picked up the keys. On the ring was a tag marked with a number, B2.
“I got us a cheap room!” The excitement in her voice could shader the thickest of hearts with mear dust. "Only 95 a week!”
Spike was overjoyed, “okay thats good. I’m going to get some groceries.” Spike felt an award was due for her great attempt to get a apartment room. "What would you like from the store? For dinner, i guess.”
She hadn’t expected something like this from Spike, especially after the past few hours. "What do you want?” Scootaloo smiled as she looked around for anypony who might have seen.
“Well i wanted to know what you wanted, you’ve earned something special.” He returned the happy smile, and returning the same question once again.
“Why not something… Noddle. Like spaghetti?” She placed her hooves together, hoping her choice was a good one. "Is that okay?”
Spike turned and headed in the opposite direction, “ya, that would be fine. I’ll be back soon.” Spike slightly regreated her choice. Nooddles never settled easy with him. Hard foods were better, but you’d do anything for the one you love. Most anything.
“So.” Spike placed a miniature pot on the table and tossed in a box of noodles. "Do you know how to make spaghetti?” Scootaloo returned a blank look of surprize. She had made it once with Applebloom, but it got burned.
She laughed slightly, “I’ve made it once, but it didn’t turn out right.” Looking at the box she decided to take thinks into her own hoofs. "I could try. But you need to help me.” She poked Spike with the box of noodles, hopping he understood. He did, and took the box from the filly, not wanting to get poked again. Opening the box and pouring some noodles into the pot, and waiting for further instructions.
Through a series of attempts, they managed to get water into their pot, and set it to boil. After 5 minutes of boiling water, and noodles floating in the water, they decided it was done, and served it on the plates that came with the room. Paper plates. "Well there’s the food, and lets hope we live to eat another day!” The over joyed filly launched a hoof into the air with enthusiasum, stardaling Spike.
“So you’re thinking there's a change we could die?” Scootaloo nodded while taking a bite of the semi-soft noodles. Spike, not wanting to witness Scootaloo die before him, ate a good amount of noodles. Enjoying them greatly, with there hard centers, and something to chew. "Well if you die, i’m going with you.”
Scootaloo gave Spike an awkward look, then brought a hoof to her face. "What?” She let out a sigh, and explained herself, “if we both die, then who will tell Rainbow Dash and Twilight what happened?” She took a deep breath, “who will tell them about the pasta that killed a filly or a dragon?”
“Okay then.” Spike grinned wildly, “then promise me you won't die.” He pushed himself atop the table holding out his claw, “promise me you won't die before me.”
“Fine. I woun’t die before you. Under one condition.”
“And what might that be?” Curious as always of her new plans to ruin his happyness in the fastest way posible. He regretted making his choice.
“We will share the bed,” Spike looked at her in shock.
"What?”
Its about as long as big macintosh, so we can share it.” She smiled widly at her choice. Petting a set of sheets next to her side. Hoping spike would pile in them soon.
Looking at the spot next to the filly, he second guessed her kindness, “if it keeps you from dieing before me, i guess i have too.” Resenting her kindness on the outside, he was overjoyed with the thought of sleeping next to her. "But no weird and strange things in the bed, i don’t like apples in my bed.” Watching scootaloo push an apple over the bedside, she waited for his arrival atop the blankets, and for him to sleep.
Just as she had planned, Spike was in the bed next to her, and the lights were off. As any exhausted creature would act, Spike, like most nights, had passed out, and laid helplessly before his new tormentor. ‘Now you’re all mine,’ reaching a hoove over him, and dragging him closer, she kissed his cheek, and settled in herself, smiling greatly, and dreaming of lively roses, and sparkling waters. ‘I’ll get you one day Spike. Just you wait.’
Waking up as early as ever, the clock read five o’clock. Spike was still out, and only one thing was on her mind. Pancakes. Trying to get the mix off the shelf, Spike stopped her, grabbing her hoof, and lowering it, “I don’t think you should try making those.” Smile on his face, and bags under his eyes, he removed the box, and placed it back, realizing the complexity of it. "Why don’t we try making toast?” Smiling widely and directing the filly to their low grade toaster.
Author's Note
the town they are in is Shady Hallows. Not sure if it has an episode, but this is the town sofar.
next up, we get more serious, and silly
Spike and Scootaloo's Small Adventure
Scootaloo stood over Spike, poking his nose, and trying to wake him up. But the dragon was out like a light. “Come on Spike! We’re going to miss it again!!!” She pushed him over, and started to drag him into a puddle of water, chilled from last nights icy weather. Still nothing, but him being wet, “Ms. Luna can you help me?”
Princess Luna gave her a look of disgust, “I told you already, just call me Luna. And yes.” With no effort, Spike was in the air and on her back. “Okay Schoothalhoo, lets get on.” The two mares, and drowsy dragon entered the train cart without a hitch.
The two compartment train was empty and the seats filled with dust bunnies. The slightest breath could awaken a horde of tiny monsters, but who doesn't want ten billion little bunnies swarming them? Luna wipped of a row of chairs and an extra seat for Spike. Spike was placed in the front of the cart while 4 rows back Luna and Scootaloo resided.
“I’m sure Spike won’t wake for another hour or so.” Luna just twiddled her thumbs and tried to keep calm. Fillies would usually distrust her when like this, or just leave. “What could we do while he’s asleep? Anything you’d like to talk about?” Luna looked out the window and admired the sun shining over the ice ridden floor.
Scootaloo didn’t need anytime to thing, “Ya, there's one thing… but you’re probably not going to share it with me.” She smiled deeply, “but…-”
Luna interrupted her sadly, “Sorry Schoothaloo. I can’t tell you what your cutie mark is. Not even Celestia can do that.”
Scootaloo sighed with relief, “Thats not to bad, but I wanted to ask if you could help me with Spike. Can you?”
Luna turned her gaze back the the orange filly, “Like what? I could try.” Luna placed a hoof on her leg, and crossed it over the other.
Scootaloo got very serious, one slip and it would be all over the table, “Thank you, Ms. Luna. Um, do you know if Spike… Ya know, likes me… That way,” her voice lowered with every passing word, until it was as loud as Fluttershy. “I don’t know if you can help. Privacy and stuff.”
The blue mare just gave a blank stare, “Well I’m not sure I can help you out there.” The letter Spike had sent earlier had arose in her mind. She shut it out like a fly, “But Spike does care about you.” She left it at that, and nothing more.
“Oh,” Scootaloo was relieved, ‘cares about you’. Better than nothing, “Oh, and i was wondering if you could enter his dream and see what it is. If you wouldn’t mind.” She gave Luna her best please face and peered into the princesses beautiful eyes. “You’re eyes… they are so… sparkly!!!!”
Luna, as much of a strong hearted she had, she couldn’t turn down such a kind compliment, or a face like hers. “Okay. But you have to answer something first.” Luna placed her hooves on the floor and changed seats, sitting next to Scootaloo, whose name she still couldn’t pronounce. “Okay here is my question,” Luna leaned in close and formed a cup around Scootaloo’s ear, “Do you have a crush on Spike?”
Scootaloo was shocked, was it that noticeable? denying it wouldn’t help much, but as always it did the trick. “No!!! I don’t have a crush on him. He just acts strangely around me.” The perfect save for a pony who has been gone for over 1000 years.
Luna, knowing it already, just did as she promised, “Okay, i’ll see what he is dreaming of. Just let me have a little while.” Luna closed her eyes and began to enter Spike’s dream, preparing herself for the worst.
The area Luna arrived in was dark and very quiet, Spike was walking along and just walking. Nothing out of the ordinary, no strange creatures, places or even Scootaloo. The world was barren, nothing blossoming, or even leaves in the trees. That one question was over the value of the dream.
Another minute or so passed of stalking Spike, and something strange started to happen. The trees had all changed into fully grown weeping willows, and cherry blossoms, each hand in hand, making a path for Spike and Luna to follow. Nothing really happened, just him walking down a road of tall trees.
Luna, overjoyed with all the excitement, decided it was time to leave the boy’s dream, and tell Schootaloo about the dream’s beautiful colors. Spike had stopped, and so did Luna, it was the first time he did something other than breathe and walk. Something might have happened, or just a pause for no reason. Minutes later, still nothing. Luna has used her magic to exit his cute small dream, but once she finished casting, Scootaloo entered her field of vision.
Spike and Scootaloo got really close, but before she could see what happens next, she was taken out by her own spell. once she opened her eyes, she noticed Scootaloo peaking back to Spike, and smiling as she watched him do the same. Luna took the time to look over her gaze, it was indeed a filly who had a crush on someone. Luna just looked over them once more before calling her by her name, “Scootaloo. I’m back.”
“Yes! You got my name right!!!” She was overjoyed, for the first time Princess Luna had said her name right. “Did you find anything interesting in there?” She signaled to Spike who was giving an adorable smile.
Luna had two, last options, lie, or tell her the truth. “Well no, nothing really important. He just really likes cherry blossoms, and willow trees.” The truth may hurt, but a lie is worst.
“Oh. Okay.” She got on the chair, and placed her head on Luna’s lap, “Can you get me when Spike wakes up?”
“Sure thing sweetie.” She witnessed Scootaloo’s eyes close, and the sun up. Luna gazed at the small pony that rested on her lap, small and innocent. Luna’s heart was killing her, ’Maybe i should have told her… But what good would that do for her?’ Luna placed a hoof on Scootaloo’s bare flank, “Some day you will earn it. Just trust in him.”
Author's Note
the double space thing isn't my thing but i needed to try it out. if its better and easyre to read please tell me.
next chapter we get top mess with scootaloo.*devius grin from spike, and luna's game face is on*
Spike and Scootaloo's Small Adventure
“So Spike is with Scootaloo?” Rainbow Dash asked, trying to confirm what the princess had said. “And neither one has made a move on the other!?” More shocked, and interested in the simple fact, than interested in their safety.
“Yes, and I’m just waiting for one of them to make a move on the other.” Luna said, happily stroking Tia the locus, “I’d be interesting.” Curious as for their thoughts, she took the risk of ruining the childrens relationship. “Who do you think will make the first move on the other?”
Both mares confident, and overjoyed at the thought of their, “child” taking the other along for a joyride excited them. With almost perfect synchronization, they called out, “obviously my-.” Stopping at the sound of another overconfident mare, the stared each other down.
“Spike obviously is going to make the first move.” Acting cocky as most eggheads did, she pulled up a little fact on Spike, “he even went after Rarity. And even after being rejected, he still went after her!”
Not hearing any of it, Rainbow decided it was time to step it up, “Scootaloo is so going to subdue Spike. Who wouldn’t fall for her?! Only reason i adopted her was because of her persistence.” Finding a slight need to over exaggerate by just a little bit, she decided to brag. “She even got me to adopt her in ten seconds flat.”
A good ten hours had passed of the two mares bragging about their child being better, when luna decided to take the cake. “I think they are going to be respectful and let the other make the first move.” Getting angry glares from both the ponies, she backed away. “We could just wait till something happens. Right?”
Rainbow Dash cracked her neck, “then it’s a bet. If I’m right, you’ll have to let me check out the audio tapes you have hidden in the back of the library.”
“Those are meant for the blind, it woun’t help you much. And if i win…,” Thinking her choice over, she chose the best option out of all her mind. Far more important to her than the 200 bit late fine she had on all the Daring Doo books and way bigger than the promised picnic that never happened. “If i win, you’ll have to cut your hair straight.” Rainbow Dash, shocked by the wager, accepted the challenge.
“If you’re both wrong, you both have to pay for any wedding cost they might have later on.” Getting ignored, she looked to Tia. “Atleast you heard me little Tia!” petting the bugs head, she smiled, and waited for the first move.
Author's Note
this is all i could come up with. sorry guys, i'll make things interesting next time...
THE PONY AND DRAGON ARE GETTING JOB!s!!!!
