Prologue

It was a nice warm spring time day in Ponyville. The streets were bustling with ponyfolk, all going about their business and all the while, four individuals were doing their own thing, handing out flyers. Three of them were teenage fillies; one was the pale yellow handy filly earth pony, Apple Bloom, another, the light gray unicorn singer, Sweetie Belle and the last orange Pegasus stunts filly, Scootaloo. The one at the forefront of the little gang was the teenage purple dragon and number one assistant to the town Librarian, Twilight Sparkle, a.k.a Spike the Dragon and he seemed to be the most excited of them all as he handed out flyer after flyer to each passer byer.

“This is really amazin’, Spike,” Apple Bloom handing out a flyer to a passing unicorn mare.

“Yeah, I can’t believe you’re starting your own business,” Sweetie added.

“I know, cool, huh,” Spike grinned widely at her.

“I’ll say, but it’s kind of weird,” Scootaloo said, looking at the flyer in her hand. In perfectly written calligraphy it read, “Spike’s Odd Jobs. Where no Job is too odd.” Underneath the Business name and slogan were business hours, types of payment and contact information, while on the back was a request sheet for the customer to fill out for the job that needed to be done. “I mean, what kind of odd jobs would you even take, aren’t you just Twilight’s assistant?”

“Of course I’m Twilight’s assistant but I know how to do a lot of other stuff to,” He told her, feeling a little insulted. “Don’t get me wrong, Twilight does pay me, but it doesn’t hurt to have a little extra and with these odd jobs, I get to put these other skills to use and help ponies, I think it’ll be good.”

“Did yah tell Twilight ‘bout this?” Apple Bloom asked, causing Spike’s cringe slightly in fear for a moment.

“Actually~, I haven’t told her yet, I’ve been trying to keep this on the down low cuz I know she’ll freak out since she’ll think I’ll be neglecting my chores and stuff as her assistant.” Spike chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his head.

“You better tell her soon or who know what’ll happen.” Scootaloo told him.

“Yeah, I’ll work on that later, for now, let’s just finish handing out these flyers.” Spike said.

“I’ll take one,” Said a familiar and exotic female voice. Spike turned around to see a light gray coated zebra standing behind him. She had a near hourglass figure with long elegant arms and legs. Her bust was rather large, but seemed to pale in comparison to her wide curvaceous hips. She had cyan blue eyes, her mane was cut into a Mohawk and she wore a beautiful set of amber rings around her neck and on her left forearm. She wore a dark orange midriff with a wing strap going over her right shoulder that seemed to hug her chest snuggly enough to give herself ample cleavage with a matching ankle length skirt with open sides, giving anypony passing by a nice view of her beautiful legs. Spike quickly smiled at Ponyville’s well-regarded herbalist and the bravest zebra to actually live in the Everfree Forest, Zecora.

Over the years, Spike had become rather close with the beautiful herbalist. She had taught him many things that Twilight couldn’t about dragons when he truly needed it most after a regretful incident with Pinkie Pie. She mainly taught him how to control his draconian instincts which he was forever grateful for; In fact she was partially the reason he even considered this job. Although Spike enjoyed his time with Zecora, he couldn’t deny the many times he found himself ogling her. Her exotic accent and stripes, her magnificent breasts and her rump; Spike considered himself a breast drake at heart, but he could never pull his eyes away from it, even if just barely to look at her chest. It was truly a weapon of ass destruction and he certainly wouldn’t mind being destroyed by it.

“Howdy, Zecora,” Apple Bloom greeted her.

“Hello, Spike and Cutie Mark Crusaders, I must say I am a bit surprised to see you all here instead of on one of your adventures.” The herbalist spoke in her usual rhymes.

“Yeah, they’re helping me pass out flyers for my new business, check it out.” Spike said as he handed her one.

“Hm, this looks promising, is this job going to be a regular thing?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m kinda taking odd jobs on the side to get a little extra cash and maybe some gems.” Spike chuckled.

“Spike, you have been warned many times before, nothing good comes from a greedy Dragon that hordes.” Zecora told him sternly.

“I know, I learned my lesson from before when you mailed one of my gems from when I pet sitted for the others,” He sighed, still wondering where the gem was sent off too and how delicious it would have tasted. “But I’m not doing it to horde; I’m doing it to put some of the skills I’ve learned to good use. Dragon’s honor.”

“Very well,” Zecora said an accepting nod.

“Since you’re here, got any jobs you need help with, I’m free today?” Spike asked.

“I’m afraid not, but should something come up, on my list your name is at the top,” Zecora said as she turned to leave. “Farewell, young ones.”

The four waved a goodbye to their Zebra friend and continued their dispensing of the flyers. After another hour or so, the four had managed to hand out all the flyers. “Well, that’s all of ‘em,” Apple Bloom said as she stretched her arms.

“Yup, all gone,” Scootaloo said, dusting her hands off.

“Alright, thanks guys, I really appreciate the he-”

“Incoming!” Shouted a female voice from above.

The teenagers looked up to see a gray Pegasus mare dressed in a Mail mare uniform falling from the sky. Out of pure instinct, Spike unfurled his wings and with a single beat of his wings, he took off into the sky. He stopped when he was in the path of the Pegasus with open arms, preparing to catch her, repeating, “I got her! I got her!”

Spike’s eyes quickly widened when he realized the mare was coming at him much faster than he thought as she quickly closed the distance. Before he knew it, the mare crashed into him, head first, sending the both crashing to the ground. “Spike!” The Cutie Mark Crusaders shouted in shock and fear as they ran over to the crash site.

When they got there, they found Ponyville’s resident Mail Mare and walking natural disaster, Derpy Hooves, lying atop a disorientated Spike with her breasts smashed over his face. All three of their faces went red at the scandalous sight before them. “Ms. Derpy, are you okay?” Sweetie asked.

The Mail Mare groaned as she picked herself. “Yeah, I think so,” She said, shaking her head along with her lazy eyes as they spun around her head. When they finally refocused, she found herself practically straddling her savior. “Spike, are you okay?” She asked, more worried for his health that the compromising position.

“Thank Celestia for scales or that would’ve really hurt,” He muttered. Although I got to almost motor boat Derpy, so I can’t complain, Is what he thought.

Derpy quickly got up while the mares helped Spike stand. “Sorry about that, Spike, I finished up in Canterlot so I came back to tell you, but I came in too fast.”

“No, problem,” He said, dusting himself off.

“Finishing what in Canterlot,” Scootaloo asked.

“Oh, I asked Derpy to hand out some of my flyers on her mail run to Canterlot, I want to widen my economic demographic,” Spike explained.

“Ah think yah might have hit yer head, Spike cuz Ah have no idea what yah said.” Apple Bloom told him.

“Never mind,” Spike waved her off. “Thanks for the help, Derpy.”

“No problem, it’s my job,” Derpy said happily giving him a salute. “Oh, also, about my compensation?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I got your double blue berry muffins at home, I’ll bring them to you when you get off.” He smiled at her. This mare loves herself some muffins. He thought.

“Yay, thanks,” She said as she gave Spike a hug. “Well, gotta get back to work, bye.” And with that, Derpy took off and headed back to the Post office.

“Well, I better head back to the library for Twilight’s checking of my chores,” Spike said as he turned toward home. “Thanks again, girls.”

“Alright, seeya, Spike,” Apple Bloom waved.

“Later,” Scootlaoo added.

“Good luck with the new business,” Sweetie chimed in.

Spike gave them a wave goodbye and headed home.

It didn’t take long for Spike to make it back to Golden Oaks Library, when he made it inside, he quickly realized Twilight wasn’t home yet and decided to go over his chore list a final time to make sure Twilight had nothing to complain about. “Let’s see,” Spike said, pulling the list from his pocket as he looked it over. “Sweep and mop the floor: done, clean the dishes and put them away: done, dust shelves: done, clean bedrooms and bathrooms: done. That’s everything. Per usual, I’m awesome.” He said happily. “Now to get downstairs and relax and wait for Twilight to come home.”

Spike headed down to his bedroom in the basement. Since he got older, he had to move out of Twilight’s room and she seemed pretty willing to give him her laboratory in the basement. With all that equipment moved out, it was pretty spacious, especially when Twilight used some space altering spells she learned to put in a bathroom and closet for him. Spike’s bed rested under the staircase with small desk complete with desk lamp and clock atop it. The bathroom was in the right corner of the room, the closet on the opposite side of the wall with a dresser next to it on the left. He had a small desk on the wall in front of the bed with a book case embedded in the wall to the right of it, one half full of books on various subjects, the other full of comic books, both regular and enchanted.

And of course, a secret hidden compartment he put under the bed, hiding his stash of dirty magazines. He knew anything less and Twilight would find it and that would be the end of him. Spike plopped down onto his bed and leaned over toward the small desk beside him and opened the draw to pull out a CD player and head phones. He didn’t even need to pull out any of his CD’s since his favorite was already inside. He pushed play and relaxed as his favorite DJ’s music hit his ears.

A half hour later

The Library was nice, tranquil and quiet; at least it was before the lavender Unicorn that lived there burst through the door. She wore a white dress shirt under a light blue sleeveless button shirt with a lavender plaid skirt. Her body was thin and slender, her arms and legs, long, but dainty; her bust size wasn’t much, which was a soft spot for her, but she tried to make it seem like it wasn’t and her hips were curvy and shapely. The lavender unicorn looked around for her other housing occupant, but couldn’t find him anywhere. “Spike,” She called out, but received no response.

She groaned as she gripped her hand, causing the crumbling sound fill her ears. She pulled up the parchment in her hand, the source of her angst as she looked it over. She put the paper down and continued to look around until she figured the best place to start would be his room. The Lavender unicorn headed down into the basement, where she immediately spotted the young drake lounging in his bed. “Spike,” She called to him, but he seemed to ignore her as her voice was blocked out by the loud volume of the headphones on his head.

She teleported to his bed side with her arms folded, watching her young assistance that was still completely oblivious to her presence. She reached and pulled the headphones off his head as she called out, “Spike.”

“Whoa, Twilight, you almost scared the scales off me,” He said as he jumped in shock.

“You didn’t come when I called you, so here we are,” She told him. “Anyway, we need to talk.”

“About what?”

“About this,” Twilight said as she pulled the piece of parchment up to his face.

Spike’s eyes widened in shock as he realized what she was holding his Odd Jobs flyer. “W-W-Where did you get that,”

“I found it on my way home, care to explain?”

Spike was at a loss for words when he decided to just be honest. “Twilight, I’ve gotten older and as I’ve gotten older I’ve learned to do a lot of things. I have useful skills, but nothing to do with them, so I decided to put these skills to use with this,” Spike said as he took the paper and showed it to her. “I started a small Odd jobs business to help ponies and make some extra money.”

“Spike, you’re my assistant, I pay you, plus, don’t you think you’ll be stretching yourself out a little too thin?”

“C’mon, Twi, I can finish my chores with more than enough change to spare. Besides, I think it’ll be cool to use my skills like this. I can get out and meet new ponies, see new things, maybe learn some more stuff. It’s just like what you do except I won’t be nose deep in a book.” He explained.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” She snapped as her cheeks went red, but she quickly composed herself. “Anyway, Spike, I just don’t want you spending so much time that you neglect your responsibilities here. Remember, I still need you.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Spike as he quickly hopped out of bed and draped his arm around her shoulder. “You’re pretty helpless without me.”

“You do realize you need my consent to start this little endeavor of yours, so do you really think teasing me is wise at this point.” She deadpanned.

“So~, Twilight, my dear, sweet, understanding friend,” Spike said as he removed himself from Twilight and stood in front of her with his best charming smile. “Please, can I do this? I promise I’ll keep up with my work here. I won’t get greedy and start hording or anything else like that. Please, let me do this.”

Twilight looked into the Dragon’s pleading eyes and found her resolved dropping. “Very well, you can do your odd jobs.” She said with a sigh of defeat.

“Yes! Thanks, Twilight,” Spike said as he hugged her.

“You’re welcome,” she said as she hugged him back with a smile. “Now remember, you promised to keep up with everything here. No distractions or putting things off. Your odd jobs are a secondary occupation, the library is your primary, understand?”

“Got it,” He said as he let go of her.

“Good, and Spike, I’m proud of you.”

“Really, why?” He asked with a raised brow and tilt of his head.

“Because, you’re trying to broaden your horizons; you’ve learned plenty of skills and your making use of them as best you can by helping others. I’m very proud of you.” She said with a gentle smile.

“Thanks,” He said, blushing a little in embarrassment.

“Now come on, let’s start dinner and then you can tell me all about how you plan on doing this.” Twilight said as she headed for the stairs.

“Twilight, don’t start,” he groaned as he followed her.

“What, can’t I give you a little advice here and there?” She said innocently as she walked up the stairs.

“Not without trying to warp everything so it works for you. It’s like my lemonade stand in Canterlot all over again.” He commented.

“I . . . I’ll admit that was a mistake, but I really just want to help, that’s all,”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Spike said as the two exited the basement.

Little did Spike know, his Odd jobs would set in motion a chain of events completely beyond his imaginings. With the flyers spread throughout Ponyville and Canterlot, there was many a pony that would be in need of his many services, but even more so, a few mares in need of some ‘services’ that held more rewards other than financial value for the young Drake.