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Where Am I?

It was a comfortable it was dark it was fuzzy scaly and warm, The contents of the cloakroom had a cozy homey feel to it.

Luna watched the dreamers with a blush and turned her watch to the dracony foals sleeping nearby beyond the closed door.

Dreams of the innocent youngsters filled her view, piles of colorful fabric, mounds of gems in ice cream castles and the sounds of...
of? What was the sound? Purring...snoring? Did dragons snore?

Lunas experience with Spikes old overly ripe fantasies often clashed with his gentlecolt nature until he stumbled on Raritys taste
for the wild and exotic. It was no wonder looking at the foalish results.

The mistress of the night had tried to find a cure for the couples nasty little itch that needed scratching from time to time but as it was
just one of Equestrias mysteries like how the Doctors funny blue box was bigger on the inside then its outer façade.

The purring continued echoing throughout the crystal castle. Her ponies really pulled off this celebration between the
spiked punch and normal cider contests of who was tankard king, All where smashed beyond all recognition.

"I don't get it".

The words startled the Princess of the night the source of the purring was also found. A drunk Dragon Lord swayed into view.

"I don't get it".

"Is thy Dragon Lord drunk?"

"Is the little horsey blue?"

"Neigh I am Royal blue".

"Then I am surely drunk and confused, I don't get it".

"What is it that you didn't receive?"

"No no no, It's just Spike I don't get".

"What didn't you receive from Sir Spike?'

"It's not that!"

"What?"

"Spike!"

"Spike?"

"Yes!"

"You ponies are strange" Ember continued "This whole friendship thing is weird".

"How so?"

"As far as dragons go he's a runt but he's stronger than a hatchling then there's that friends thingy, When I was growing up Pops
lectured me "Ember don't play with your food and dragons don't do friends" " Ember cringed "And here he's got me thinking about
hugging and hatchlings and he's with what pony dress maker that would be thought of, no offense but an appetizer back at the Empire."

Luna smiled "His hatchlings as you say Dragon Lord Ember are they not cute?"

"How can Spike play with his food like that? He's a dragon for magmas sake!" Ember looked at the three snuggling whatevers.

Luna laid next to the little fuzzy scaly balls "Meet Unique Sapphire , Crimson and Red".

Ember eased down resting on her elbows eyeing the three scaly ponies or was it three fuzzy dragons or a set of draggy fuzzpons?

Two were surely dragon in shape and scales but with hoofy claws with tufts of fur where spines should be and ears, little pony ears
on their heads. Unique was more unicorn filly but hints of draconic lineage, Her mane and tail definitely her mothers as she yawned
a set of razor sharp fangs displayed the bits her father gave her along with a serpentine tongue. Braaak !

A healthy burp full of smoke shouted daddy's girl.

Embers instincts screamed 'I WANT' her tail swished like a cat contemplating a pounce
on a squeaky toy her claws dug in the floor as she tried to control the flood of motherly greed. 'I WANT'

Before the Lunar Princess could react Ember pounced! Leaping to the cloakroom door she slipped inside quietly letting
the door close behind her.

"Big mistake" Luna cast a bubble around the pongons and waited for the show.

The door creaked open as Spike waddled sleepily along stopping to check on the snuggly group. He staggered a bit with a slight grump.

"That was awkward" he shifted moods seeing his brood "You want anything? Rares wants a little ice cream you know how she
gets with those cravings oh hers".

Luna motioned him off with a smile, watching him go she eyed the door wondering if generosity and greed was up to some late night
hanky panky, Lunas mind spun Oh what shenanigans could be hatched up in that cozy little comfy cloakroom,

If her own memories of the Royal Canterlot Cloakroom came to... A quiet rumble came from behind the door the cracks oozed a
thick blue smoke of diamonds. The door bulged out and snapped back as the crystal walls around it cracked from a power only
known to Nightmare Moon. Yep some dragon done goofed as some well known farmer would say, "Yep ya done goofed!"

The door slowly creaked open as a stunned Ember slithered out bowing and apologizing her arms wings and tail festooned in
flourishes, pink bows and a set of stocking fit for late night street trotters. Luna covered her eyes with her hooves and peaking
under her fetlocks at the sight of dragon greed dressed down by the Queen of Fashion.

"So up to the third floor twenty second door on the left after the statue of Angel Bunny, Right !" The dragon eased away on tippy toes

"So much for the Element of Generosity geeeeeeesh! Friiiieeennnnddddssssshhiip, I still don't get it" She whispered "It wasn't like
I was going to keep him".

Luna watched the horny dragon lord fade off in the dark as Spike returned with his Vanilla Oat Swirl and an enchanted news paper.

"Though you might like a break from you nighty duties" Spike said as he laid out the paper his eyes proudly checking on his offspring.

He waddled back to the hideaway spot as Luna watched Spike poked his head through the cloakroom door, breathing out a sigh
of relief the inner sanctum welcomed him home. A muffled conversation followed the two raising in vigor and vinegar.

"You sent her where? I know you wanted revenge but that's cruel even for..." snickers and laughter filtered through the door.

Luna settled back down and spread out the paper a tea set and a dish of scones floated in a blue magical mist from who knows where
with a small note of thanks in a fashionable script. The protective bubble now gone from the little pongons.

"How thoughtful" Luna said to nopony in particular and thought of that single word that filtered through the door revenge!

"Thy Dragon Lady Rarity what darkness does you heart hide from the night" Luna reached out to the mind of Spikes squeeze.

What she saw would color her world in a new light how a single act could poison ones mind to enact such a dreadful revenge.

"Is this the muse of a jester?" Lunas facehoof was short lived "Thy Lady does thy Kingdom a great service!"

She was careful not to clap her hooves too hard for the joyous occasion celebrated with hot spiced tea and buttery scones.

Her break further rewarded when the enchanted news paper glowed a head line for it's early morning readers...

A scream from a masculine voice echoed through the once silent crystal halls "Please I was just groomed"

The head line morphed into a just breaking status as Luna read on with a smile.

Prince Blue Blood selected Ambassador to the Dragon Empire

"Revenge is a dish best served cold" Luna thought as she sipped her tea It's about time someone broke in that spoiled brat.