"Uggghh..." Spike moaned as he buried his head under his pillow.
"Spike! Wake up! You promised that if I bought you ice cream that you'd help me reorganize the library today!" Twilight shouted from behind the bedroom door.
"What a mistake that was," Spike grumbled, taking off his eye mask and flicking it across the room via the elastic band.
Deciding that he probably won't be able to get out of this, he begrudgingly got out of bed. His feet flinched at the cold touch of the purple floor, but he was too tired to care. He walked to the door in a slump and opened it.
Before he could react, a hoof grabbed him and pulled him through the door and before knew it, he was on top of Twilight's back.
"I'm so glad you decided to help out, Spike!" Twilight happily exclaimed, making her way down the castle hallway towards the library.
Spike rolled his eyes at her use of 'decided' while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Isn't it a bit early to be organizing books?" Spike whined.
"Early?" Twilight asked with a scoff. "It's nearly two in the afternoon!"
"Like I said. Too early."
"I hate this," Spike said bitterly as he found another book whose name starts with an 'A'. He casually threw the book across the room in the general direction of the ‘A’s, then went back to the pile of books he stood upon.
Spike picked up another book, this one leather bound and old enough to belong in a museum. He opened it up to try and find the author while mentally cursing old ponies for not putting that on the front like normal ponies.
After about a minute of sifting through the book, Spike growled in frustration. He looked around quickly, making sure Twilight wasn't around. Then a cone of green flame engulfed the inside of the book, burning it from the inside out. It crumbled to a pile of ash on the floor in front of Spike, who quickly kicked the ashes under a nearby rug.
"Spike, I'll have you know that book you threw nearly took my head off," Twilight said as she poked her head out from behind a bookshelf to Spike's left. Spike nearly jumped out of his skin, but luckily it didn't seem like Twilight noticed what just happened to the book under the rug.
"Sorry, heh," he replied, scratching the back of his head nervously. "You know I'll pick it up, I just have to get them all in the right place for now," he finished, tossing another book across the library.
"Whoa!" Twilight exclaimed, grabbing the book with her magic. "This is a first edition, you shouldn't-"
Twilight didn't get to finish scolding Spike, for the book in her purple magical grasp began to glow a toxic shade of green. The book opened and the pages began to flip rapidly from cover to cover. Once at the end, the book closed itself and stopped glowing.
It took a few moments for the baffled duo to come to their senses.
"What was that?" Spike asked Twilight curiously, his first time showing an emotion besides annoyance today.
Twilight looked at the book up and down and flipped through the pages. She noticed that all of the pages were blank, and there was no title or author for the book. "I have no idea, Spike."
Twilight tossed the book into a nearby trash can with a triumphant hum. "Well, whoever made this trapped book is a noob lord who is no match for my magical prowess."
Spike facepalmed so hard there was resonating smack that echoed throughout the library. "Twilight, don't say that again."
"Why not," Twilight asked, tilting her head to the side in curiousity.
"Because you are making everybody cringe, including me," he said flatly.
"Whatever, Spike," Twilight said calmly. "But these books are going to reorganize themselves!"
They continued reorganizing the entire library, and actually managed to finish at about eight o'clock.
As soon as Spike put the last book in place, he ran faster than Rainbow Dash can fly, tearing through the castle and into the kitchen. He grabbed a few Little Diabetes cakes and a tub of ice cream and then ran to his room, shutting and locking the door.
He ate.
And then he slept.
He burped at some point in there, too.
"Spike!" That annoying voice that would surely be the reason he buries himself alive screamed through the door. "Spiiiiiiike!"
"This better be important!" Spike yelled back, walking slowly to the door.
He twisted the door knob enough for a click, and then he was taken by a wave of envelopes as they poured into his room and swept him away. After the avalanche of paper fell through the door, Spike got up and saw a purple head lying face down. He picked it up by the mane to see a disoriented Twilight, tongue hanging halfway out of her mouth.
"Oh jeez, not again," Spike commented, looking around for the rest of Twilight. He saw a tail hanging out of the mountain of envelopes that was in front of the door and he pulled it up like a gardener would a weed.
He promptly screwed Twilight's dome cap back on her body. At first she didn't do anything, but after Spike knocked on her head a few times...
"SPIKE!" She yelled randomly, causing Spike to have a 'muscle spasm' and slapped Twilight across the muzzle.
"Owff!" She exclaimed before falling backwards and disappearing in the see of envelopes. Spike reached in and pulled her back to the surface.
"Now, tell me what the hell is all of this?" He said, waving an arm at all of the envelopes that had seemingly taken over his room.
"I have no idea. That's what I was going to ask you," Twilight said in a clueless manner.
Spike leaned over and picked one up. It was from Princess Celestia! He used his claw as a letter opener, and slid it across the top. He pulled out the contents which happened to be one little photo. He only saw the back at first which read, 'to my faithful and favorite student', and her name signed at the bottom. Spike grunted, and turned the picture over.
His jaw dropped, his eyes widened, and he sat there and gaped.
"What is it?" Twilight asked, scooting up next to him. She looked at the picture for just a moment before her jaw dropped, her eyes widened, and she sat there and gaped with him.
The picture was a lewd one, no doubt. Celestia was laying on a royal red sofa in her personal chambers, on her side with her hoof in between-
"Jesus Christ!" Twilight shouted, looking at the dirty picture. There was no mistaking the shock that plastered itself on Twilight's face.
"Who the hell is that?" Spike asked lamely.
"I don't know, but whoa...Celestia still looks young, "Twilight added, getting an even closer look at the picture.
Spike looked around again and a name on one of the envelopes caught his eye. The name was none other than Rarity. Spike practically salivated at the thought...Just the possibility...
He tore the envelope open, to find on the back of the picture saying, "To one of my bestest friends ever," and it was signed by Rarity. Spike flipped it over and his jaw dropped and hit the floor. His jaw came back up with such force he fell backwards, the picture still sitting in his grip.
"Oh Rarity," he sighed dreamily.
While he was occupied with that, Twilight had also done some more digging to find that there were letters from ponies she did and didn't know all across town. There were some from Derpy, Roseluck, Bonbon. There were even photos from all of the stallions!
"What are we going to do with all of these?" Twilight asked, looking around the room worriedly at the massive mess somepony...Or somedragon, was going to have to clean up.
"Well, Twilight," Spike answered, going through and picking up all of the letters that said Rarity on them. "I don't know what you're going to do with them...But I know what I'm going to do with them."
"Spike! We can't leave all of these erotic photos and letters everywhere!" Twilight scolded as Spike tried to climb through the mountain of letters in front of the door.
"Have Applejack and Starlight make a bunch of scrap books with them then," Spike commented, as he tunneled to the other side and raced to his room.
Twilight tapped a hoof against her chin. I guess I could do that, Twilight thought to herself, her mind now intrigued by the idea.
"So, how's the scrapbooking coming along?" Twilight asked as she circled the table where Starlight and Applejack sat, adding all of the photos into the collections of blank, leather bound scrap books.
"Whale, Twilight, it's goin' just fine," Applejack responded, her full attention on the page that sported Big Mac's pictures he had sent.
"Everything is fine, Twilight," Starlight Glimmer also chimed in. She looked a little unnerved by the amount of nude pictures of all of these ponies sitting in front her. "You shouldn't leave all of the ponies hanging though."
"What do you mean?" Twilight asked, confused.
"These ponies all sent you these photos," Starlight remarked. "Shouldn't you do something for them?"
"Okay, first of all, I did not ask them to send these photos," Twilight started. Before she could continue, Starlight interrupted.
"It doesn't matter. When someone sends you a...Nude...You are supposed to send one back," Starlight finished.
Twilight's face lit up red, but completely ignored Starlight's suggestion. "That's what the trapped book did!" Twilight exclaimed, half excited, half confused still.
"What book?" Starlight asked. Even Applejack looked up from the erotic album of her brother to see what Twilight was talking about.
Twilight took the time to tell them what had happened with the book yesterday.
When she finished, Starlight stood up and said, "Twilight, that is a very elaborate prank that someone pulled on you. But now that it's happened, you should probably send them some back."
"You think so?" Twilight asked nervously, her front hooves crossing.
"Definitely," Starlight replied. "Do you want me to start gathering up the names and make a list?"
"That would be great," Twilight said happily before turning tail and heading up a nearby staircase.
"SPIIIIIIKE!"
Spike had a hard time controlling himself. The way that the photo room was made up, and the way Twilight was posing was just...crazy.
The camera clicked and with a flash of white light, another photo rolled out the bottom of the camera. Spike grabbed it, and blew it off and set in the pile right next to him.
Starlight was to his left, directing Twilight's poses. "Alright now spread them wide for this next one, Twilight," she said, almost too enthusiastically.
Twilight got into position. Spike licked his lips and made the almost unnoticeable comment, "That's juicy."
A snicker came from the window directly behind them. "Heh, you're telling me."
Spike turned around to see Rainbow Dash's head poking through the window, a big smile on her face. Spike grabbed the window and slammed it shut, Rainbow Dash's face leaving an imprint on the window.
With a click and a flash, the last photo was taken.
"Ahhh, that last one was for the princesses," Twilight said, climbing up from the couch and walking over to the fat stack of her own erotic photos.
Princess Celestia had just sat down at her favorite pillow in front of the fireplace with a cup of tea. She not-so-anxiously waited the picture of Twilight and her Ponyville friends that magically appears every twenty-two minutes. She took a sip of her tea, looking around the room.
A scroll magically appeared in front of her. She caught it with her magic and unsealed it. When she unraveled it however, Celestia's jaw dropped to the floor.
It was a picture of Twilight, with a heart drawn in red on the top left. Twilight had her legs spread, revealing her-
Luna busted down the door to Celestia's room and walked in. "I see your picture came in too, sister," Luna said walking over to steal a peek.
"What in the world did you do, Luna," Celestia asked threateningly.
Luna plucked the picture from Celestia's magical grasp, and began to walk out of the room. "It's not what I did, dear sister," she said mischievously, waving the picture in the air above her head. "It's what I'm about to do," she concluded with a wink.
"Hold on there," Celestia called, grabbing her sisters tail and dragging her back into the room. "Tell me what you did."
Luna sighed in mock defeat. "You remember when you found my stash of nudes that contained at least one picture of everypony in Equestria?"
Celestia nodded sourly, recalling the incident of finding the stack of boxes full of nudes.
"Well, I made copies and made a trapped book. Whenever the book is triggered by magic, whoever triggered gets one of every picture I had made a copy of. But there's a catch," Luna said, looking away with nonchalance at her sisters glare. "When the pictures sent, it'll look as if each individual pony sent it, but they didn't. In fact, they have no idea I have the pics of them."
Celestia's eyes widened four miles. "Okay, well if that's the case then why did I get a picture of Twilight?" She asked, confused.
"I guess Twilight felt like giving back to the ponies who 'sent' nudes to her."
Celestia's eyes widened another two miles. "You sent nudes of me to Twilight?!?!" Celestia bellowed.
"Yeah...But look what you got in return, hehehe," Luna giggled nervously.
Celestia expression smoothed out. "You know what... Thanks," Celestia said, grabbing one of the Twilight pictures from Luna and then shoving her out of the room and magically replacing the door.
"I'm gunna need that back!" Luna shouted through the door.
Celestia ignored her and laid on her bed and sighed. "Oh yeah, Twilight."
Author's Note
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