The Wonderful World of Crushes and Cake
Spike swept the kitchen floor of the Golden Oak Library with the broom in his claw, collecting the dust and dirt into the dustpan and dumping the contents in the trashcan. Meanwhile, in the living room, Twilight was busy reading a book, as usual, and this made Spike mad. He had been doing chores all day while Twilight just sat on a pillow and read the same book over and over again. He had to remind of himself that someday he will grow bigger and soon devour Twilight, but he would never do that. Besides, his stomach wouldn't digest all of her complaining.
He continued to sweep the floor until the kitchen was spotless, and after setting some leftover books from last night's study session on the bookshelf, Spike heard Twilight walk over to him and put a hoof on his shoulder. "Hey Spike, can you do me a quick favor?"
Spike sighed and nodded, waiting for Twilight's chore for him. "Don't worry, it won't take too long," she said, smiling. "I just need a few books from that shelf over there, Rarity and I are going to study about the history of fashion."
The dragon nodded and climbed up the ladder, collecting a variety of books about fashion and all that crap and gave them to Twilight. He watched her put the books in a neat stack before he saw the mare turn around. This made Spike sigh again, waiting for another boring and useless chore to do.
"Spike," Twilight started to say. "I know I've been giving you a hard time lately, but you know how Celestia is with her friendship letters, or it's the dungeon for both of us, and you don't wanna know what happens in the dungeon."
"Huh?" Spike was confused. He shook his head as he looked at his friend.
Twilight sighed. "What I'm trying to say is that you should have the rest of the day off. You've been working your dragon butt off lately and I think it's time for you to have a break, just don't let Applejack save you again. We don't want to have another bad episode that everyone hates."
Twilight smiled at Spike as she used her magic to open the front door and nodded at her assistant so he would know that he was allowed to spend the rest of his day off. Spike smiled and walked outside, whistling a little tune as he heard the door slam behind him. The dragon just shrugged and walked down the dirt road.
"Now," Spike began to speak to himself. "What should I do first?"
He began to list the various things he could do such as getting a treat from Sugarcube Corner, gem-hunting, visit Rarity, and much more. Spike decided to just walk around Ponyville and say hello to all of his friends.
After finishing his rather long conversation with a drunk-off-her-plot Berry Punch, Spike kicked a pebble from the long dirt road as he looked at his surroundings, and then all of a sudden, he heard a familiar rumble of a scooter, along with three voices belonging to a rather mischievous group of fillies.
Oh god, he thought to himself. Please don't have Sweetie Belle on that scooter.
The dragon turned his head, only for his whole body is crash into the scooter. Spike flew back, crashing hard on his back and after landing, the dragon rubbed his head in pain and opened his eyes, and saw three fillies staring at him with worried expressions.
"Spike, are you alright?" The three asked at the same time, lifting the dragon up with the same worried expressions.
Spike nodded and wiped the dirt off of his knees before glaring at the Cutie Mark Crusaders. "Scootaloo, I thought you knew how to ride your scooter."
"I do," the pegasus replied. "It's just that Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle couldn't stop arguing on who has the best sister and all that crap."
Scootaloo looked back at her friends, who smiled in embarrassment, a hint of blush appearing on their cheeks.
"Anyways," the filly continued. "What are you doing out here? Aren't you supposed to be at the library?"
Spike smiled and kicked a pebble. "Oh, Twilight let me have the day off, so I get all the time I need to relax!" The dragon kept smiling as the Cutie Mark Crusaders raised their eyebrow and looked at each other, nodding slightly before looking back at their friend.
"You know, Spike," Apple Bloom started to say, walking towards Spike with a grin. "You can come over to the clubhouse so we can chat some more, sound like a plan to you?"
Spike rubbed his chin, thinking. Sure, he had hung out with the CMC before but they never invited him to go to their clubhouse and have a chat. After a few minutes of thinking, he nodded and all four of them climbed on Scootaloo's scooter and drove towards the clubhouse.
Apple Bloom opened the door of the clubhouse and the rest of the CMC and Spike walked inside. Once they were all in, Spike looked around. The walls were decorated with posters of Rainbow Dash, Applejack and Rarity. Along with a mess of their failed attempts from their last crusade.
The door closed and Spike turned around to see the three fillies grinning mischievously, and this was starting to make Spike slightly nervous as the three fillies took out a little bag from the corner and took out various makeup supplies.
This was making Spike terrified as he backed up into the wall, shaking. "Guys, what's going on?" He said, shaking nervously.
This only made the fillies giggle even more before Scootaloo started to explain. "Well, today is one of Crusading adventures," she said. "So, we thought that we would give somepony a makeover, and when we said that, we thought of you, Spike."
"M-me?" Spike stuttered as he felt Apple Bloom and Scootaloo sat him on a stool that was in the corner of the room.
"Alright, Spike. Just sit here while Sweetie Belle puts on your makeup, okay?" Apple Bloom said, pointing to Sweetie Belle, who was arranging the makeup supplies.
Right when that name escaped Apple Bloom's lips, Spike froze. This couldn't be happening right now, his friend and crush, Sweetie Belle was going to put makeup on his face and when he got home to the library, what would be say? That the Cutie Mark Crusaders set him up to dress him up like Diamond Tiara's cute-ceanera dress that she wore? No, that'd be stupid.
Spike continued to think of excuses as he saw his crush walk up to him, one of her hooves holding eye liner and blush. Spike looked nervously, shaking as the unicorn used her magic to open the eye liner and levitate it near his eye, the black makeup brushing his eyes slowly.
Soon after his eyes were beautified, Sweetie put the eye liner back in the bag and took out a stick of red lipstick and this made Spike cross his arms in annoyance as the lipstick touched his lips, smothering the sticky red stuff onto his mouth, along with Sweetie smiling all cute as she finished and took out the blush.
"Aw, Spike," the filly said in her adorable voice. "You look so cute, I don't get why you're so nervous."
Spike sighed in annoyance and still kept his arms crossed as the blush touched his cheek, the filly next to him was smiling as she closed her eyes in excitement.
Soon enough, the makeover was almost done, all Sweetie Belle needed to do was give Spike a kiss. Spike was confused as Sweetie put the supplies away and stared at him with her green eyes. This made the dragon shake as her head leaned towards his, her lips brushing his.
Then all of a sudden, he felt Sweetie kiss him on the lips. This made Spike blush a bright pink as he closed his eyes and stroked Sweetie mane before they broke apart. Spike's heart was pounding as he watched the filly walk towards her friends, her face covered in red blush.
Nothing was said for a few minutes as the CMC told Spike he could leave. With a few hesitations, Spike jumped off the stool and walked out of the clubhouse, his heart still pounding. He had just been kissed by Sweetie Belle, let's hope that Rarity doesn't find out.
Spike entered the library, his makeup was still applied to his face as he closed the front door of the library, looking to see if Twilight was in the room. She wasn't. After wiping some sweat off of his brow, he let out a sigh, but like in most episodes, Twilight came in and gasped in horror upon seeing Spike's face.
"Spike!" she said. "What in Equestria were you doing on your day off?"
"Getting a makeover, you dumb pony."
Author's Note
I'm not actually good at comedy.
