Shining Armor's Belated-Bachelor Party

Spike:

When he came to Spike first realized he was in pain, he secondly realized that he was still in the hotel in Canterlot. He laid on the ground for a while thinking about how good it felt just to lay there, followed quickly by the thought of how much his head hurt. Finally, after a couple minutes of deliberating, it he decided to stand up as he wobbled to his feet he started to observe the situation he was in.

The lobby, a lot smaller now due to the lack of magic, was trashed. There were cups all over the floor as well as wrappers and even food was on the ground. The trash was so much that spike couldn’t even see the floor which explains why he tripped over the pony hidden amongst the refuse.
“Ohhhh, great party,” Said the pony as she woke when Spike hit the floor, with a thud.
“Oh, yeah sure,” Spike was rubbing his aching head, and slowly standing up “Wait, who are you?!” Staring at the mysterious mare with a purple coat and a light purple mane.
“… You don’t remember anything do you?”
“No, wait how do you know that? And uhhh, who are you?”
“That’s okay that is how you know you had a great party, and you and your friends were definitely the life of the party.”
“Oh, really thanks,” said Spike as he looked at the mare in front of him with a bit of agitation and worry in his eyes “But I’m just wondering who was I with? Why were we the life of the party? AND WHO ARE YOU?!”
“Whoa, whoa, chill out, jeeze, I’m Berry punch and I was about to tell you.”
‘Yeah sure you were,’ thought an agitated bitter Spike
“So who was I with?” Spike asked in a whisper so his head wouldn’t hurt so much.
“Uhhh, hmmmm, I think it was a unicorn, no two unicorns, an earthpony and a Pegasus. Yeah that is right and one of the unicorns was the bachelor.”
“Wait, wait wait” as Spike tried to process what she was saying, it seemed like she was talking as quick as Pinkie and so loud. “Not so loud, why were we the life of the party?”
“Oh, well, I think it was before we went to Ponyville, you guys were everywhere talking to everyone, I think one of you even beat Pinkie in Pin the Tail on the pony.”
“Ponyville, uhh, where am I?”
“Canterlot”
“Oh…why am I here?”
“How am I supposed to know that, I’m not a magic eight ball you can ask all your questions to! You just walked in here and opened the door waking me up picked up the broom and started sweeping then I went back to sleep and then you kicked me.” She was starting to get fed up with the constant string of questions.
“Okay okay I got it, just don’t yell” whispered Spike then he considered something “Wait a minute were you even invited to the party?”
“…Oh my look at the time I got to go” and like that she was gone.
Spike had guessed she wasn’t invited, guess he better finish what he started and clean up here departure, and he realized he was already late to getting back to Ponyville might as well take his time getting back Twilight would be lecturing him anyway. However he found that the other janitors trying to clean up didn’t like him being their so he decided to get out of their way. He decided to wash up before heading back home and to a brisk walk down the street to the train station. While he was walking he only then realized how odd it was that the disco ball from the party last night was still up before he left.
When he made it to the train station he went to buy his ticket with relative ease, since it was early enough for there to be a short line. He then waits to sit on the bench and wait for the train cradling his aching head.
“Spike.”
He thought he heard something, sounded like his name, but as he surveyed the platform he noticed a lack of many ponies and those he noticed were not interested in him and he didn’t know. ‘Great now I’m hearing things as well as having a huge headache, what else can go wrong’ Spike didn’t want to cry but the stress of the day so far was starting to catch up with him.
“Spike.”
There it was again, maybe if he ignored it it would go away.
“Spike!”
No, somepony was definitely calling for him, maybe they were pranking him, which would explain everything that happened today. Who would do this? Pinkie was she around were was she if she was around? So he got up from the bench and started to look around in a panic checking the bushes the wooden floor of the platform, and then he noticed the other Ponies their staring at him strangely. Red as a rose he slowly moved his arm behind his head and gave a slight chuckle.
Luckily, as if to save him from further embarrassment, the train to Ponyville arrived on the platform and he was able to board, but as he got on he could have sworn he heard his name and look up, but he wasn’t sure so he took a seat and waited to head home.
Soarin:
His location was a mystery to him and even upon awaking he had no idea where he was, what he smelled like, why he couldn’t remember anything, and he didn’t even notice the banana peel on his head, but none of that mattered the only thing of importance to him was that he was late, very very late. If he didn’t show up for his role call with the Wonderbolts he would be in great trouble. He took off instantly not giving any head of where he was and flew as fast as he could to the academy.
Unfortunately he had no idea where the academy is so he zipped along several alleys scaring both ponies and any stray cats wandering around. He noticed that he was going nowhere in a hurry and everything looked the same so he did the only logical thing a Wonderbolt could do and went up. When he saw the castle he knew he was definitely still in Canterlot and that was a good thing at least. He then used the castle to help himself navigate correctly to the academy.

He knew he was late upon arrival so he wasn’t surprised to see Fleetfoot waiting what did surprise him is that when he approached she started laughing. Just laughing, not mad or upset just laughing.
“Wha… what is going on?” Soarin asked greatly puzzled and only now realized he had a headache.
“You, you ha ha-ha-ha, why do you, ha ha ha, where have you been, ha ha ha, were you up all night ha party ha ha ing.” Fleetfoot barely to get it all out in between fits of laughter and giggles.
Soarin didn’t know what was going on but did know that he seemed to be the butt end of some joke, and he didn’t like that at all. He decided he should at least talk to Spitfire.
“Out of my way Fleetfoot.” He growled at her as he passed.
Fleetfoot just managed to get out as he passed “wait you got something on your….”
“On my what huh, Fleetfoot on my what?!” Soarin roared in annoyance more than concern as he glared murderously at Fleetfoot only inches away from her face. Fleetfoot just laughed as she removed the banana peel that had somehow managed to stay on Soarin’s head. As Soarin saw it he turned bright read realizing that the peel had been there the whole time. As he turned to leave he could hear Fleetfoot laughing all the louder. ‘It wasn’t that funny’ he thought still red.

Soarin could tell the instance he walked into Spitfire’s office that he was in trouble, the look on her face told him everything. However, instead of being chewed out what followed after he entered was just silence, a strong silence.
“Soarin, checking in.” Soarin said in a sweat hopping to break this awkward silence.
“You have some nerve you know that.”
“Uhhh, no?” Soarin didn’t know what she was referring to.
“Yes you do, no pony who said what you said last night couldn’t be lack in nerves.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I understand you wanting to remind the new recruits to act properly in public, but you should at least set a good example, if you are going to say anything.”
“What in Equestria are you talking about?”
“You chewed out some new recruits something about them not being real Wonderbolts or at least not acting like real Wonderbolts, which is fine I guess, but you were drunk when you said it. You then went on to make a total fool of yourself at the party.”
“I… WHAT!?” Soarin stood there with his jaw on the floor, and considered everything he just heard. His heart broke his world shattered he never lost control like that, how could he act like such an idiot, and definitely not like a Wonderbolt, he was a disgrace how could he ever continue. He had to make this up
Spitfire was completely caught off guard by this she didn’t suspect Soarin to react like that “No need to worry I won’t be reporting this to HQ for your sake, plus I understand you acting that way in the, err condition you were in. I mean hey it happens to everyone” playing wither her mane while she said that “every now and again.”
“Uhhhh” Soarin needed a moment to recover.
“Uhh, well yes err good day Soarin you are well dismissed” Spitfire was put off by Soarin’s current condition and was ready to get him out of here.
“Wait!” As Soarin finally came to, “what else did I do last night?”
“I don’t know you left with your friends when we got to Ponyville and I didn’t see you again.”
“Friends? What friends?”
“…Wow, that must have been some potent stuff you drank last night. I think there were three other ponies and a baby dragon or something like that I don’t really now.”
“A baby dragon?”
“Yeah, go figure were that came from, maybe it was a dog or something?”
‘That sounds too familiar, where have I heard of a baby dragon before, do I now a baby dragon.’ A word came to his head, maybe a name Spike, that is it Spike the dragon.
“Is that the last you saw me that night?” He had to know what else happened last night maybe he could make it all right.
“Well I mean no, but nothing else had to relate with Wonderbolt business, so unless you killed somepony I wouldn’t worry about it… you didn’t kill anypony did you?”
“What! No, of course not,” Soarin had to make this up he knew he could make this up maybe if he could find Spike. “Don’t worry I will make this up for this it will be as if it didn’t happen.”
“You don’t have to do this in fact, you probably shouldn’t” Spitfire said concerned for Soarin’s mental health
“Excuse me mam I have to go take care of some business from last night.” Soarin said “I do not know when I will be back”
“I’m telling you I already took care of it” Said Spitfire.
With that Soarin flew as quickly as he could first he had to apologize to the new recruits and then he would find Spike

Apologizing to the new recruits was easy enough, honestly they still seemed afraid of him. Now all he had to do was fine Spike he figured out the hotel the party started in and decided to start there. When he entered the lobby there were janitors everywhere attempting to clean the mess from last night. Soarin couldn’t believe his luck he went instantly to one of the janitors asking for a baby dragon. The only one to respond was a pony with a light gray coat, a white mustache, wearing thick black glasses and had black mane with gray on the end.
“Yeah I saw a baby dragon, guy was trying to help and just ended up getting in the way. So I asked him to go home and that is where he went.”
‘Well that was kind of rude’ thought Soarin. “Where did he go?”
“Beats me the train station probably, why this guy owe you money?” But before he could finish Soarin was gone “Fine don’t talk to me I’m just a janitor, how rude these kids are today.” The janitor mumbled to himself.

Soarin raced as fast as he could to the train station and suddenly he could see it in the distance
“SPIKE!” he yelled as loud as he could

“SPIKE!!” he yelled again as he got closer

“Spike!” he yelled a third a bit out of breath so not as loud just as he reached the train station. As he hovered above he saw Spike, or what looked like Spike at least, entering the train

“Spike, look up!” he yelled as he charged the train hoping that Spike would see him. He zoomed through the isles looking for Spike, but he couldn’t find him in this car so he entered the next car then the next car, and as he was about to search the last car He hear the whistle blow and the train move, he needed to get out he looked for the doors, but they were all closed he went to sit down and a seat with a feeling of defeat. ‘I guess I will have to get out and take the next train back to Canterlot and except defeat. Now I will never know what I did last night.’ He said unaware of the sleeping baby dragon two seats behind him.
Big Mac:

When Big Mac woke up the first thing he noticed was his headache. The second thing he noticed was the area around him. The alley he was in was dark and full of muck from Bon-Bon’s candy store; all the wrappers and sticks from lollipops, the uneaten remains of the other candy was everywhere. It seemed to him that the next base place to go would be Bon-Bon’s Candy. Still there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind like he had forgotten something important. He knew he was in an alley in Ponyville, but why he was there he didn’t know. He was surprised that he was suffering so much it should take a lot to make him forget the events of last night, whatever they were, but some of it was still there although blurry. He wasn’t able to notice all the faces that kept showing up he noticed Spike and Shining Armor, but the Pegasus and the Unicorn were hard to remember. He looked back down at all the candy, it looked like two full bags worth, and about half of it was eaten. ‘Oh pony feathers, I hope I didn’t steal any of this candy, I would hate to have taken anything from Bon-Bon when in the condition I was in.’ He decided to go and make sure he didn’t do, even though he would never do something like that, just to be safe, and if he did take the candy would apologize and pay her for the candy.

He arrived there in a short time since it is such a small town to be in and it appeared that Bon-Bon was just opening. He decided he would walk in and see what was going on, he didn’t like to talk much, but luckily most people in town new this and were willing to do most of the talking for him.
“Hello Big Mac, good morning isn’t it?” Said Bon-Bon smiling, an earthpony with a pale coat and a nice dark purple mane with a bit of pink on the side. She looked like she belonged behind the counter of her candy store full with all sorts of goodies from your most basic chocolates and giant lollipops to the sour drops and different flavored sugar cubes. He was glad she wasn’t acting timid around him it was a good sign that he didn’t forcibly take the candy from her.
“Nope” said Big Mac hoping to get some info.
“What is wrong?” Big Mac didn’t respond. “Does it have to do with last night that is when I saw you last, with Spike too?”
“Euyup” Big Mac was glad a lot of the ponies in this town knew of his dislike for chit chat and would ask most of the questions and fill in the blanks for him.
“You were my last order of the day, before I closed you ordered a bunch of candy and then left to go, and get the biggest sugar rush you could. Spike was saying something about going back to Canterlot afterwards, he mentioned it a lot in fact, something about cleaning up the mess. Was the sugar rush to much?”
“Euyup” Said Big Mac that might have been why I was asleep in that ally.
“Would you like anymore candy?” asked Bon-Bon.
“Euy…” began Big Mac, thinking it would be rude to not purchase something after being given all that information. Then he heard his stomach growl up displeased with his events last night, and decided against having more candy. “Nope” he declined politely.

He was late for his duties on the farm, but Applejack was expecting him to be late because of the party anyway. So he started on his way to the Appleacres going across Ponyville.

On his way across he was approached by Twilight Sparkle who appeared to be more anxious and nervous than ever. The younger sister of Shining armor the purple pony approached Big Mac the second she saw him.
“Big Mac, you wouldn’t happen to know where Spike is would you I really, really, REALLY need to speak with him.”
“Umm, Euyup” Said Big Mac happy to help, but the look in her eyes seemed a little off, and her mane was looking a little messy.
“Thank goodness do you know where he is?”

Big Mac knew were Spike was, but didn’t want to speak, and was hoping Twilight would make it easier for him. She didn’t.

“WHERE IS HE!?” Twilight yelled sweat trickling down her forehead as she moved way to close expecting an immediate answer.

Big Mac let out a gulp of fear before answering “Canterlot.” in a weak whimper
“WHAT!? He should be here in Ponyville why did he go back?!” Twilight looked like she would blow up soon
“Cleaning” Big Mac responded hoping she would stop.
But Twilight wasn’t looking for an answer she was coming up with one. “What if he got lost, what if he doesn’t know where he is, What if he got kidnapped?! I have to go and rescue Spike!” After the outburst she started taking some deep breaths then turned to Big Mac “thanks for your help,” she said as if remembering her manners. With that she ran back home to pack and ready for the journey to Canterlot.

Big Mac was glad he wasn’t Spike, and was about to continue on his way to the farm when he heard a very familiar voice.
“There you are!” Said Applejack and with the tone of her voice that was starting to make Big Mac wish he was Spike.
“I have been looking all over for you were have you been?”
“Uhh”
“Don’t you know what you did last night? There ain’t no way you could forget what you did.”
“Well”
“HOW THE HAY COULD YOU FORGET WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT!?” staring him down in silence as if expecting a reply she knew would never come.
“Fine, follow me then I reckon I ought to show you the damage you caused.” She

But based on how she was acting Big Mac was afraid he already knew what he did last night, even if he couldn’t remember.
Blueblood:

He woke up on a dirt road and was instantly disgusted that he had been applying his royal hooves to this dirt road. As he struggled to stand up in order to continue on his way, he had to get back to Canterlot before they all started missing him back at home. He could see them now searching every house and building in Canterlot mares crying at the lost they suffered due to his disappearance, he felt so sorry for them. He struggled to walk forward almost tripping on himself several times, he wondered why this was he was normally very graceful. Then he realized he didn’t know where he was, or how he got here at all. Horrified to realize this he was only more horrified to realize that something was wrong with his mane. ‘Wait he thought was I lying on the dirt road? Is their dirt in my mane?’ He instantly started pawing at his mane desperately trying to get the dirt of only to fall again into the dirt. He screamed then he saw the river and decided that he should wash the dirt out there, it might be disgusting unclean water, but it was better than dirt.

. It was a slow hobble up to the river and as he moved he saw a bridge that seemed to lead into a small town of sorts, ‘Thank Celestia a town I’m saved, it might be a barbaric town with dirt roads, but at least they can get me back to Canterlot’ He was almost at the river when he heard a rustle from the brush just behind him, and a loud noise that couldn’t be described as a scream, but sounded more like a blood curling howl.
“THERE YOU ARE!!!”

Blueblood turned around to see a mare with a white coat and an exquisitely styled purple mane, or more of what should have been a styled mane, but it was so dirty and broken up with sticks stuck in it that the poor mane seemed injured. Although the mane would have been the normally been the most catching feature of such a barbaric pony the focus of this pony what stood out to him were the eyes. Her eyes were full of rage, and hate and they were looking directly at him. When he saw steam coming out of her nostrils and that she was pawing the ground he decided that he should start running from this mad mare.

It was very difficult for him to gather himself but he luckily had a lead on her as he bolted and she raced after him. He was slower and having such a hard time keeping his balance he could tell she was on his heels just after him. He could hear her shouting what she was going to do with him when she caught him and that only went to frighten him even more. They raced across the bridge and into the town. As they raced into town a few ponies saw them one screamed after them but whatever the pony said was quickly drowned as background to his goal of survival. He knew if he was caught by her it was all over, he knew this mainly because she told him so.
“I have you know!” yelled the deranged pony

Blueblood knew he needed to lose her so in desperate effort he made a sharp turn down a ally to get out of her sight, but as he turned he heard a clink and began to fall as he fell he saw it all go his life flashed before his eyes. He could even see the funeral his eulogy would, cut of in his prime by a barbaric mare with rage issues. The world has suffered a great loss at the death of such a noble and well-loved prince, but before he could see more his head hit the cobblestone below with a loud, thud. His head throbbed it took all his effort not to pass out, and he readied to look his attacker in the face, but she never came. Surprised he struggled back to his feet and then he saw it a piece of hair fall from his mane on to the cobblestone. He stared at it in awe with great discuss he couldn’t think for a while he couldn’t even recognize what he had just seen, he had to get this taken care of right now. He needed to find a spa crazy mare or none, for if he was to die in this dreadful town he might as well die looking good. With that he moved off, completely unaware of the mare behind him who had face planted on the cobblestone when she missed her diving tackle.