His face in full definition in front of the lector his eyes wide as plates. Entering the void; darkness. Suddenly, aphrodisiac colors around the man in sunglasses as his arms are extended feeling the flying. Moving forward without physical movement produced by the user. Colors change and get distorted around the man as his own body beggins to morph into the scheme.
A portal opens directly in the Library of Ponyville. The man get's out of the portal feeling in ecstasy; he looks around, "I have arrived! Where are you stupid little dragon?!"
Spike heard the man from the kitchen and said, "I'm over here! In the kitchen, dude!"
The man in sunglasses approachs the kitchen emerging from the side of the wall to give an effect of stalking, "Hello... Are you making food?! I'm kinda hungry, you know?"
Spike noded to the man, answering, "Yep! But it's for Twilight and her friends. I'm sorry, John but you can't eat it..."
John approached to eye level with Spike looking grim under his sunglasses and sending a chills down Spike's spine, "Say's who?! That purple bitch!"
Spike don't wanted trouble trying to not get angry at John knowing of the human's temper in the past, "John, I told you to not call Twilight a bitch! She's like a mother to me..."
John crossed his arms, "Well... sorry Spike. It's just... That, FREAKIN' WHORE!!!"
Spike tried to call him down extending his arms to make him back-off, "No, John, NO!"
John unleashed his wrath upon little Spike taking him from the back and breakin' it with a mighty fall to the knee.
Spike yelled in pain on the ground, "Ah! You fuckin', twat! Right in my kidneys!"
John made a movement with his fingers in challenge, "Come get some!"
Spike got angry and ihnaled to unleash his breathfire on John; he just barely got out of the way setting on fire his leather coat, "Why you little..."
Spike then jumped to John's shoulders to punch him with all his might. John tried to remove him by crashing to the wall surrounding him catching a glance at a fry-pan which he took on his grasp and delivered a hit on Spike's head making him see stars.
"Ouch!"
Spike fell to the floor massaging his head; John looked at him in the eye; glasses never leaving his face, "Good job, little punk, but not enough", hitting him in the face with a kick. Spike covered his face crying in pain. But it was a mere deception deep inside Spike was thinking his next step. To no avail cuz' John decided to kick Spike in the ribs until the little one stood up, "STAND UP, LITTLE TWAT!"
Spike then began to scratch John's legs with fiery anger sending shivers of pain on his nerves.
John then felt on his ass followed for Spike delivering more scratch to John's face and punchs trying to take his sunglasses. It had become a tradition of somekind to fight until Spike quited or he removed John's Sunglasses.
John understood his intentions and taking Spike by his spikes and moving to the side delivering his face to the cold and stunning floor. Over and over again he smashed Spike's head on the wooden floor, "You'll not win this time, little sucker!"
Spike the noticed from his perspective a broken plate which he took and aimed for John's hand, succeeding. John felt on his butt cheecks roaring in pain, "You motherfucker!"
Spike got up and walked cassualy to John's side and removed his sunglasses with a swift move, "I don't fuck, Twilight..."
John stared with his blue eyes to Spike and smiled, "Hehehehehe... Good job, little fella."
Spike returned his sunglasses, "Not bad for a baby-dragon, huh?"
John was putting his glasses on again and smiling replied, "Not bad at all. You've got good at this. Have you been practicing on my absence?"
Spike replied all excited, "As a matter of fact... I have!"
John tried to pet Spike with his wounded hand but flinched in pain, "Argh!"
Spike hurried to a cabinet full of curation instruments and returned, "Sorry, sorry! Heat of the moment!"
John smiled and spoke in a broken tone of voice, "Nah, don't worry. It'll be fine."
Spike covered a little piece of cotton with alcohol making the sweet sent go through their nostrils; making John flinch once again as it made contact with his wound. Quickly, Spike covered his wound with a patch and some bandages leaving it good as new.
John looked to his bandaged hand around, "Not bad, Spike. I'm impressed."
Spike smiled and eyed John, "Ah, thanks!"
John the hugged Spike, "you're the son I always wanted."
Spike got taken a back by this sudden reaction but said nothing delivering a warm hug of himself, "Thanks, John."
John was still hugging Spike when a joke scaped his lips, "But I will not fuck your ugly mother."
Spike couldn't help but shrug "Heh, yeah."
