“INCOMING!!”, a distant voice rang out. Spike could only look up before a solid weight slammed into his back. Thankfully whatever it was, it was light enough to not topple the dragon over. On the other hand, it has latched onto him.

“What the…!!”, He felt a pair of sneakers dig into his hips and a pair of cyan blue arms snaked around his collarbones and held on tight. He simply stood there and stared at the colored fur as his frazzled brain tried to regain command.

What felt like an entirety, he finally figured out what just happened. He simply cocked his head to the side and yelled out, “For the last time, Rainbow Dash, I am NOT a landing pad!!”.

Rainbow Dash adjusted her grip so she may rest her chin on his right shoulder. “Not my fault your broad and muscular shoulders are so inviting”, she stated, with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

A delightful shiver traveled up his spine as Rainbow’s warm breath caressed his ear. “So-”, he squealed out. He almost doubled over when he heard his squeaky voice. He immediately cleared his throat, “So…”, his smooth voice rumbled ever so deep and sexy.

“Wassap”, Rainbow mumbled as she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“Oh, you know…..the sky...updog….and what else…?”, Spike placed a finger on his chin and hummed for a moment, “Oh yeah! I got a crazy mare latched onto me right now!”.

“What!?”, Rainbow Dash exclaimed with a smirk, “Who is this crazy mare!?”.

Spike tried his hardest to scowl at her, but it slowly turned into a smile, “Well, I think she’s a pegasus, maybe with like a blue-ish coat”

Rainbow Dash cocked her head to the side, with a inquisitive look on her face, “Is this mare….awesome by any chance?”

Spike shrugged, “I dunno, but she does seem pretty full of herself”.

“Because she is so cool, that's why!”

Spike shrugged again, “ehh…”.

Spike flinched when he felt a flick against his ear. Rainbow climbed off the dragon, hopping onto the ground and meeting him face to face, “You ass”.

Spike cheekily smiled, “I love you too”.

Rainbow could only roll her eyes in response, “Whatever you say, dude”, Rainbow raised her arms above her head and pushed her back forward, pushing her chest towards Spike as she stretched her back out.

Spike, like a moth to a flame, couldn’t help but stare directly at her breasts. She may have been considered 'modest’, perhaps just a handful. Although it's hard when her chest is completely covered by a plain, black T-shirt. No cleavage or anything!

But he was still drawn to it. Perhaps it was the thrill of wanting to know what lies underneath. Or maybe he just needs to beat off again. Either way, boobies. 'Nuff said.

“So, I’m glad I caught you”, Spike was quickly pulled from his trance when he heard Rainbow’s voice, “Rarity needs us to stop by her boutique tomorrow”.

Spike felt his heart lurch in his chest, causing him to stumble in place. His breathing quickened, his mind trying to find a reason as to why she wants him, “Why-why-why….uhm...does she want me-err...us?.

Rainbow shrugged, “No idea, BYE!”, She jumped into the air and flapped her wings as if her life depended on it, hurtling herself into the air. She bobbed and weaved through the air, narrowly dodging other ponies as they hurled expletives at her.

Making a beeline towards her fourth favorite napping spot, she dive-bombed into a large cloud, slamming into a soft, white wall like a true pegasus. Laying on her back, she chuckled with pride and crossed her arms behind her head, “Smooth as butter….”.

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Meanwhile, back on the ground

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Spike mindlessly trudged through the dirt, his body seemingly to know exactly where to go. His mind raced with thoughts revolving around the most beautiful unicorn he as ever seen. He growled in exhaustion and desperation. He tried, he really tried to bury his feelings. But they never refused to leave. He loved her ever since he first laid eyes on her. He wants nothing more than to be with her.

And possibly some other's….

…

One thing at a time!

She never reciprocated, so why keep trying!? But his heart refused to listen. That familiar feeling he had almost forgotten filled his heart now that’s he is thinking of her. But new ones are rearing its heads.

The poor dragons heart will be thrust into a bloody, civil war. Spike will have to figure out what to make of his feelings. But the bigger question remains.

Why is this so friggin’ complicated?

Finally taking in surroundings, he found himself outside Twilight's castle. He ran his hands down his face and sighed, “I wonder if Twilight will let me have one of Applejack’s 'strong’ cider…”, he mumbled as he grabbed the handle to the castle entrance and pulled it open.

He stepped inside and slammed the door behind him. He quickly found himself to be exhausted for no reason as he slowly trudged towards his bedroom, hoping that a nap will make life stop taking a dump on him.

As he trudged through the castle, he didn’t pick up on any muffled explosions or the smell of fire, so he assumed Twilight is not doing anything stupid again. With that in mind, it didn’t take long for him to reach his bedroom. He simply pushed the door open, stumbled forward, and flopped face-first onto his bed.

…

“psst…”

…?

“pssssst…”

“Whassat….?”, Spike groggily mumbled. He started to roll over but slowly came to the realization that there was a sizeable weight sprawled over his back. “Mmhhmmm, blanket…too hot...”. He reached behind himself to pull the blanket off, grabbing the….floof? He doesn’t remember having a floofy blanket. Unless Twilight took it upon herself to replace it, which she probably did. He yanked on the floof until some invisible force stopped him.

“OW!!”

He quickly rolled over, pushing the weight off of him as he sat up. What he saw made him facepalm and sigh, “Pinkie, what are you doing?”, he asked, like a parent who just caught their child in the cookie jar.

Pinkie Pie, now sitting on the edge of Spike’s bed with her tail curled around her, sheepishly smiled, “...Nothing....?”, she murmured as she stroked her tail. She may not been able to see much, but he had a pretty good guess she was wearing, like usual, a plain blue t-shirt with some kind of purple slacks and white sneakers. Being a baker does mean dressing down incase you get batter, icing, or other gunk on you.

She is still beautiful though. Her bubbly personality along with her ‘bubbly’ body definitely makes her a double threat. She was bigger than Dash in all the right places, thanks to all of the cake she ‘samples’ for as part of ‘quality control’ Mr. & Mrs. Cake.

Unf, curvy in all of the right places….

…

I mean, what?

Spike batted away his impure thoughts, lest he risk popping a boner right in front of her. “Uh-huh”, Spike mumbled, sounding unconvinced. He noticed how she will not leave her tail alone, constantly stroking or playing with it. He came to the realization that her tail must of been the floof he pulled on. Now a little worried, he leaned over to her, “Are you ok?”.

She perked up and beamed at him as she flicked her tail behind her. She leaned over to him, sticking out her hand and pressing her index finger against his nose, “Boop!”.

Spike grinned from ear to ear, Pinkie’s antics were always able to brighten even the worst of days. Concluding that she is in fact ok, he shifts gears, “So, Pinkie, what’s up?”.

“I need YOU at Fluttershy’s cottage tomorrow!”

Spike cocked his head to the side, “For what?”. But before he could get a response out of her, she hopped out of his bed and bounced over to his bedroom door. She ripped open door and was about to leave. “Pinkie, wait! What is it?”, he asked while jumping out of bed himself.

Pinkie waved at him, yelling “Bye!”.

“B-But-”

“Byeeee!”

“Can’t you j-”

“BYEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

“YOU KEEP SAYING BYE BUT YOU WON’T LEAVE. WHICH IS IT, FILLY?”

“Hmmmm….that is a good question….”, she asked in nopony in particular as she stepped out of his room, slowly closing the door behind her. Spike stood still as a statue, staring blankly at the door.

“WHAT”

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On the other side of the door
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Pinkie merrily skipped down the hall, “Smooth like buttercream frosting!”. She hummed a little ditty to herself as she continued to skip all the way home for a celebratory cupcake and some ‘stress relief’.

Author's Note

Finally, the next chapter. After over a year, I think?

Firstly, I do want to apologize for the lack of communication. And for taking so long to get this out! I also want to say sorry for not having anything better than this. And also for having a incredibly short chapter, as well.

BUT I will make up in the next chapters, I promise

Secondly, I plan on finishing this story sooner than I had originally planned. I never anticipated just how difficult writing a multi-chapter story can be (for me at least). While I will cut out content I had planned on putting in, I will not be cutting out any of 'The Good Stuff'

So instead, I will do a extra-long chapter (which will be broken into two). The next two chapters will just be 'The Good Stuff' and then possibly a mini-epilogue after, I don't know yet. More than likely I will cram it in the end of the final chapter.

Lastly, I want thank you all so much for all of the up votes and positive comments I have received since the very first chapter. That right there is the reason why I could not let this story die.

p.s. Once I go through and clean up the chapter for any typos or weird formatting, I'll remove the 'Unedited'.