Spikes Night Job

by Slash17

Rating: mature
Tags: Main 6, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance, Princess Luna, Spike, Comedy, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Starlight Glimmer, Adventure, Sex, Human
Length: 44190

Spike after wanting more than to be Twilights assistant takes a job working for Princess Luna and it everything he wanted it to be.....well....maybe a little more violent than he had in mind.

“Hey there, my name is Spike Draco, you know me as Princess Twilight Sparkle’s adorable, loyal, kind hearted assistant and friend to all, I always have been and always will be. There however comes a time in man’s life when he wants more than just the usual, and I was at that point where I was absolutely board out of my mind with being Twilights assistant.”  

“Now don’t get me wrong, I like being so close to Twilight and her friends  and I don’t want to quit, especially with the perk of getting to glace at all their fine looking figure-I mean books! Yeah books, I get all the books I want- ahem, but I needed something more, so when Princess Luna offered me a job as a monster hunter, well I couldn’t pass it up.”

“You’re probably wondering why Princess Luna just doesn’t ask the elements of harmony to deal with it, well these particular monsters can’t be redeemed there the kind of guys you see in your nightmares and tell yourself don’t really exist, so she sends me in to take care of them if you catch my drift, Oh and this is a secret between me and her so don’t tell anyone or I’ll kill you…..seriously I will”

“If you have any other questions your goanna have to read, till then I’ve another assignment, later dudes.” (��B�

Published 2017-06-14 19:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2019-09-23 05:54:14 UTC

Usual Day On The Job

It was 5Am in the sleepy town of ponyville, and with the exception of a few people out jogging. If one were to enter the castle of friendship, you’d see very wide open spaces and empty halls that could fit hundreds of people that much space for one person would probably make anyone feel lonely. Inside a bedroom laid a lone figure, princess Twilight Sparkle in her white nightgown, she was no exception, she had to admit it got lonesome in there, but luckily for her she always had Starlight her number one assistant and best friend in the world Spike was supposed to be in his bed, but a look-over his room would show it was completely empty, so where could he be?

Just outside the town a lone figure appeared from a cluster of bushes where he had been hiding something quickly and was now running feverishly toward the castle, he was wearing a long purple trench coat over a black shirt with a serpentine purple dragon on the front, he had long green spikey hair that would jostle infront of his eyes while he ran quickly and quietly through the streets as he hurried. His pants were, long, black and baggy and under that was a pair black and purple combat boots.

Still under his trench coat you’d see an assortment of weapons ranging from two long barreled revolvers, to shurikins, smoke grenades and some spherical objects the size of tennis balls designed for who knows what. The figure stops at the castle of friendship, he looks at his watch to see it was 5:58 AM.

“Shit! I’m goanna run out of time!” The figure said as the raced towards the centre of the castle, who was he? An assassin here to kill the princess, a thief here to take what he could grab and run?

Meanwhile….

“Beepbeeepbeeepbeep!!!! Click” the alarm clock went off before being hastily being shut off by the hand of the rooms occupant. She lifted herself up from bed and stretched her arms wings and legs, she was no other than the princess of friendship Twilight Sparkle who had just woken up from a satisfying, albeit lonely, sleep.

“Hmm…weird, usually I’d smell Spikes cooking by now, don’t tell me I have to wake his lazy butt, I swear that boy is 19 years old and still is the same kid now he was years ago,” She said to herself as she walked out of her room and towards the kitchen where she hoped the young man would be.

Following this train of thought she began thinking about Spike and just how he had changed since they arrived in ponyville, he was taller than her now by five inches, his reptilian eyes were much more noticeable and ne was growing pretty muscular but not overly so, she had to admit she spent a lot more time admiring his long toned arms than she was comfortable admit-.

“No Twilight! You can’t have thoughts like that about Spike; he’s like a brother to you, right?” She said to herself as she passed by Starlight’s room peeking inside to see she was still asleep and headed for the kitchen; she was confused when she didn’t hear anything at all until she heard the familiar tone of her best friend Spike singing his favorite little tune he made up.

“Jack and Jill went up the hill so jack could lick Jill’s candy, but Jack got shocked with a mouth full of cock cause Jill’s real name was Randy,” she heard him sing as she walked into the kitchen to see him just starting to prepare her breakfast.

“Good morning Spike,” Twilight said in a sweet tone as she took a seat at the kitchen table so she could eat, she saw him wearing his usual cooking attire which was his cute little pink apron and under that a white T-shirt and purple shorts.

“Mourning Twi,” he greeted back with a smile.

“Did you sleep in today? Cause usually your finished with my breakfast by now,” She asked.

“Oh yeah I just couldn’t tear myself from my soft warm bed, you know?”

“Honestly Spike you have it too easy, all you do is sleep eat do a little work repeat and that’s basically your whole day, and I still would like to know how you’re not grossly overweight from all that eating and literally no doing anything.”

“So you want to know the secret of how I keep this ass looking so tight huh?” He asked playfully as he gave it a slight shake in Twilights face making her blush.

“Spike put your butt down; no one wants to see that!”

“Are we talking about Spikes butt? Cause then I’d like to join the conversation,” A familiar voice said as Starlight Glimmer entered the room wearing her purple night gown that fit her rather nice in Spikes eyes.

“Morning Starlight, yeah Twilight wants to know how I do so little but still look so good,” Spike said jokingly.

“Well could you let me on it too, I’d kill to have an ass like that,” Starlight said as she reached for the toned orbs before being swatted away by Spike.

“Hey! You can look but you can’t touch Stary,” Spike said as he gave her a smirk.

“Oh really, well how about you let me touch yours and I’ll let you touch mines,” she purred at the drake after using the cute little nick name he came up with for her.

“Are you talking about just my ass?” Spike asked as he leaned in closer

“Oh I don’t know let’s just start there and see where the wind takes us hmm? Starlight said leaning in closer as well.

“OK THAT’S ENOUGH YOU TWO!!!” Twilight yelled at the top of her lungs scaring the two away from each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Bwahahahahahahah calm down Twilight no need to get jealous,” Starlight said with amusement at her friend’s anger.

“I’m not jealous! I just don’t want anything immoral happening in my castle”

“That’s why you never get laid,” Spike chuckled only to receive a glare from Twilight.

“Ok ok that’s enough you guys can we just eat?” she said in defeat.

“Yeah sure, here you go girls,” Spike said handing them each a plate of scrambled eggs, as the girls took the plates out of his hands they noticed something peculiar and decided to question him about it.

“Hey Spike,” Starlight spoke up.

“Hmm?”

“What’s that on your side?” Twilight finished.

Spike looked to his left side to see something shocking; there was a large red stain there as if something had spilled on him…or out of him. At that moment a realization hit Spike but he kept calm and gave them an answer.

“Oh it just some ketchup, don’t worry about it,” he said as he dipped his finger in the substance and raised it to his mouth to taste it in order to seal the deal.

“Oh ok, well go wash it off its getting all over that cute little apron of yours,” Twilight said teasingly to get him back.

“Alright I’m heading for the bathroom then,” Spike said as he exited the room and made his way down the hall, but when he was out of ear shot he gripped his side in pain and grunted as he went to his bedroom to try and stop the bleeding.

He entered his room and locked the door so he wouldn’t be disturbed, then opened his closet and pushed away the entire cloths pile to reveal a secret compartment with a key pad to open it up. Spike typed in the numbers as quickly as he possibly could and as it opened revealed his suit and equipment along with some desperately needed medical supplies.

“Damn that were wolf really did a number on me,” he said to himself after taking of the apron and shirt and examining three scratch marks on his torso which were bleeding a bit too much for his liking. He opened up the first bottle of a special yellow medicine given to him by Zecora after a he did her a special favor.

He drank it down steadily and when he finished about a quarter of the bottle he felt a tingly cool sensation flow through his entire body and the wound disappear right before his very eyes, almost as if nothing had been there in the first place. “This stuff is awesome, I should bet Zecora to make me more,” He said examining his toned torso in his mirror like a certain curly haired woman examines herself.

“Well I guess I’d better call Luna and give her my report,” Spike said sitting down In his bed and pulling an almost transparent disk from under the mattress and touching the tip of his finger to the centre of it before tossing it up in the air were it hovered like a helicopter before the holographic image of the Alicorn Blood Luna appeared to be standing on it.

Luna was taller than Spike by about a head; she was wearing her long dark blue sundress which hugged her salivatingly large bosom and bottom rather well. She looked down at the shirtless dragon blood and smiled a smile of relief to see that he was okay after another night out hunting a deranged monster thirsty for human blood.

“Spike our friend, we are most pleased to see that you have indeed returned safe from the fight with ghastly werewolf unharmed,” she said sweetly

“Well, I wouldn’t say unharmed Princess Luna,” Spike said with a nervous smile.

“Oh dear what happened?” Luna asked in worry.

“That were wolf clawed my side pretty good, I didn’t even feel it until Twilight pointed it out for me, I tell yah adrenaline must have been pumping through my blood like a piston if I didn’t feel something like that,”

“Oh we are so sorry you got hurt like that on our behave,”

“No princess Luna it’s okay, I said yes when you made me the offer so it’s my fault, and besides Zecora and her healing juices healed me right up so it’s nothing to worry about,” Spike said to comfort her.

“Oh okay young master Spike, wait…did you say Twilight Sparkle saw it? Did she question you?”

“Yeah but I told her it was ketchup, my lying skills have gotten a lot better, but I’m not sure if that’s something I should be proud of” Spike said with his head down.

“I know that you dislike lying to your companions Spike but I simply can’t let this secret get out or it would for certain cause mass panic throughout not just Equestria, but the entire world,” she explained.

“I understand Princess, I just hope I can stop them from finding out themselves, especially Twilight, I expected someone as smart as her to figure something out by now but thankfully it hasn’t been so.”

“So we assume you have taken a mommento for this one as well?” Luna asked.

“As a matter of fact I did Princess,” Spike said as he pulled out a five inch claw from his pocket and showed it to the princess.

I see, you will be making another addition to your collection Princess Luna said as she watched Spike move over to another secret compartment and open it to reveal all kinds of knives claws and jewelry he took as trophies from the other monsters he hunted.

“You beat this werewolf badly didn’t you?”

“Are you kidding, I did to this where wolf, what the Joker did to Jason Todd,” Spike explained.

“Hmmm, we only hope that hunting monsters doesn’t turn our favorite subject into one as well, that would be tragic,”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head Lulu I’m alright, just a bit stirred up is all,” Spike answered.

“Well if you’re feeling so…..stirred, don’t be afraid to come see us, we will relieve you properly,” she added with a wink and lick of her lips causing Spike to slightly blush.

“W-well ok Luna I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Spike! Where are you?” Twilight called out.

“Oh crap! That Twilight, sorry Princess duty calls,” Spike said standing up and putting on shirt.

“Tis no problem young master Spike, take care, and see you tonight for your next assignment,” Luna said as she waved good bye and the transparent disk floated back to the ground before shoving itself back into the mattress.

Spike walked over to the door and opened it to reveal Starlight and Twilight in their usual attire which was a purple Skirt and white button up blouse for Twilight and a Long baby blue Sun dress for Starlight.

“Spike where trying to sleep again?” Twilight deadpanned.

“Oh uh yeah just another quick catnap before the days chores,” Spike replied.

“Come on Spike, staying in bed for long is only cool if there a girl there with you,” Starlight added.

“Oh, well maybe you could help me with that,” Spike asked with a raised eye brow.

“Maybe I will.”

“Spike here is a list of chores to do for the day; I won’t have you lazing around in bed,” Twilight said pushing Starlight out of the bed to get infront of Spike. “You’ll be going around to help our friends today, and I told them about your lazy behavior so don’t think they’ll let you off easy.

“Fantastic,” Spike said sarcastically.

“Me and Starlight have to go to the Crystal Empire so we will be gone all day, bye Spike,” Twilight said leaving him behind and pushing Starlight ahead of her so she couldn’t stay and talk with Spike anymore.

“Alright, their gone and I have a whole day of chores, hopefully no one on this list will question me about what I did at night,” Spike said as he held the paper and read the first thing he had to do.

Help Applejack with Apple bucking at Sweet Apple acres.

“Appljack…..Dammit!”

A Day of Chores and More

Dammit…of all the people that I had to start the day with, it had to be Applejack!” Spike said as he paced back and forth in his room not long after Twilight and Starlight left the castle. Spike didn’t have anything against Applejack, in fact he felt like him and Applejack were growing closer together, however that was the pretty obviously a problem for him as well. Over the years that have been going by Spike has been forced to better his lying skills in order to prevent the Earth-blood from discovering his secret.

If that wasn’t enough, her little sister Apple bloom seemed to be trying to get closer as well, but he wasn’t sure why, did she suspect something, was she onto him? To make things worse she seemed to have clued in her friends Sweetie belle and Scootaloo, they had been paying him visits at the castle more and more often during the day and asking him about his plans.

“Celestia I hope those three aren’t there, then I could really be in trouble,” Spike said to himself as he sat down in his bed with his face in his hands. “Wait, I wonder if I still have some left,” He said as he returned to his closet and pushed away the cloths before re-opening the secret compartment. Spike looked over the drawer he had next to his suit and after opening the last one he found what he was looking for. “Aha! Good old serum number 49, otherwise known as deceitful grease,” He said as he examined a small circular bottle that had a small amount of a pale yellow liquid.

Deceitful grease was a substance Spike was very familiar with, it had more than once helped him out of sticky situations, most of which involved Applejack. Princess Luna supplied Spike with the substance on a monthly basis to avoid getting caught in any lies, particularly with his Earth blooded friend and Spike tried his best to conserve it and use it as little as possible, Luna warned him overuse would eventually make him immune and that would be a big problem.

Spike opened the bottle and put it to his mouth to drink what little was in there, he chugged it down grunting as the taste of the rather thick substance touched his tongue and ran down his throat. He finished what was left and tossed the bottle aside and felt the serum take effect; this serum however didn’t work in terms of amount of time it would be effective, it actually gave you a limit to the number of lies that you could tell so every time you told a lie would deplete it, and every time you told the truth you’d conserve it.

“Alright, judging by the amount I drank its good for five lies,” Spike said to himself pulling his body from his bed and putting on his usual purple T-Shirt and blue jeans, along with some purple and green sneakers. Spike walked out to the see the sunny day the people of ponyville were enjoying, he walked around passing by some of his buddies who gave him friendly waves or some female acquaintances that gave him flirty waves and blinks.

“Hey Spike!” He heard two young voices say behind him.

Spike turned around to see Sweetie belle and Scootaloo approaching him. Sweetie belle was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a white shirt that fit around her tightly enough to show off her deliciously plump breasts along with some slippers showing off her cutely manicured toes, Scootaloo was wearing a tight black sports bra showing off her jugs which although weren’t as large she made up for in her slender petite and attractive figure with some black spandex shorts.

“Hi Spike,” Sweetie belle greeted in her squeaky voice as she approched her rather handsome looking friend.

“Hey bro how’s it hanging?” Scootaloo greeted in her tomboyish voice as she walked up to her draconic friend trying to hide how much she was eying up is lean figure.

“Scoots, Sweetie hey,” Spike said to them with a genuine smile on his face while internally thinking that this could spell trouble for him if they asked too many question, he still had to save some for when he made it to Sweet Apple Acres to withstand Applejacks barrage of questions.

“Where are you going Spike?” Sweetie asked.

“Over to the Apple Orchard to help Applejack,” He replied

“Oh well since you’re on your way tell Apple Bloom we won’t be able to show up today because we got stuff to do,” Scootaloo added in.

“Yeah? Like what?” Spike asked curiously.

“I’m helping Rainbowdash work out some slack off, we’re gonna work this guy to the bone when he gets to the field later this afternoon,” The young pegesai blood chucked at the thought of making someone sweat until they collapsed from heat exhaustion like she had so many times in the past.

“I’m helping Rarity decide how to renovate the house, it’s nothing big just moving the moving some of her huge closets and all those mannequins from place to place, but we won’t actually move anything someone is coming to do that for us,” Sweetie belle stated.

“Huh, weird that she’d want to change anything since she’s usually pretty confident and organized with her decisions,” Spike mentioned.

“Speaking of weird, you guys will never guess what I saw this morning on my morning jog,” Scootaloo mentioned.

“What did you see?” Sweetie asked her winged friend.

“I saw this dude in a trench coat running through the streets like a madman, I tried to follow him but he got out of sight before I had a chance, I had lost him near the castle.”

“Really, wow that’s weird even for this town,” Sweetie said with interest while Spike looked away for a second and silently nodded.

“Yeah but that’s not all, I went to where he had been standing and found blood on the ground! This guy must have been running for his life or something,” She finished.

“Wow that’s weird, I didn’t see any one this morning while I was up, did you Spike?” Sweetiebelle asked.

“Huh, oh..uh nah I was asleep in bed so I didn’t see anything,” Spike lied as he felt a jolt run right through his body as a sign that he had used up one of his lies.

“I gotta get out of here,” Spike thought to himself.

“Huh, you should really stop sleeping so much bro it’s not good for you,” Scoots said.

“Still though, I can’ help but wonder what that guy was up too,” Sweetie said still curious about the figure Scootaloo saw. “Do either of you guys have an idea as to what he might have been doing?”She asked.

“I don’t know what to say about that guy other than he looked suspicious,” Scootaloo said.

“Can’t say I can come up with anything either,” Spike said feeling another jolt run through his body.

“So scoots how are your wings doing?” Spike asked hoping to steer the conversation into a different direction before they could ask him anything else pertaining to his morning dash through town.

“Oh yeah their doing awesome, I can even fly with them check it out,” Scootaloo said as she turned her attractive figure around to show he admittedly adorable wings, though no one would say adorable to her face for fear of what the consequences might be.

“Yeah yeah Scoots their cool,” Sweetie said with a role of her eyes.

“I know they are, Spike what to you think?”

Spike froze, if he said they thought they were awesome even sarcastically it would count as a lie and he’d deplete the serum even more, he had a choice to make, lie and risk wasting the serum further, or tell the truth and face the music.

“Scoots, I think your wings are….cute,” He said bracing himself for the consequences.

“W-what?” Scootaloo asked with a blush on her face while Sweetie belle put her hands over her mouth and froze in place after hearing what she believed she heard.

“I’m just being honest Scoots I think that your wings are nice size to fly but still small enough for me to say their pretty darn cute,” Spike said awkwardly chuckling to try and alleviate the tension.

Scootaloo was left dumbfounded, they boy she thought was so awesome and hot had just called her cute, she wasn’t sure how to react because she rarely ever got that compliment, so she decided to try and save her pride by coming back with an insult to distract everyone from the feverish blush slowly developing on her face.

“Well…well at least I have wings!” She blurted out quickly shut herself up as she realized what she had just said. Spike stopped his chucking and looked down while keeping a small smile on his face although it was obvious that hit him a bit close to home. Spike dragon blood, which means that he is a descendant of dragons, a race of giants flying fire breathing lizards that evolved into human form to live and survive in the modern world. He had most of the characteristics of his fellow Dragon bloods except for one crucial feature; he was wingless even if he had already reached maturity.

“Heh….good one.”

“Spike I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to say that I just did it on reflex!”Scootaloo excused

“Nah its okay Scoots, I shouldn’t have embarrassed you like that, well I gotta go before Granny smith scolds me for being late so I’ll see you later,” Spike said taking his leave.

“Later,” the pair said in unison.

“Man, I can’t believe I said that to Spike.”

“Hey don’t worry about it I’m sure Spike didn’t take it too hard.”

“Yeah, but why did he’d have to call me cute?” She said with a blush.

“At least you got him to call you cute, id kill for him to think I’m cute,” Sweetie thought to herself as they walked off.

Spike was finally approaching Sweet Apple Acres, the conversation he just had with two of the CMC was still lingering in his mind but that quickly dissipated when he caught sight of one of his close friends.

“Hey Mac!” Spike called out to his large friend.

Big Mac looked up from whatever he was doing and smiled at the sight of one of his few male friends.

“Hey buddy,” Mac greeted as he walked up to the younger man wearing a pair of jeans a checkered shirt and brown cowboy boots. “ you here to help AJ?” he asked.

“Eeyup” Spike replied mimicking his friends’ usual way of replying to others. Spike was about to move off, but before he could Mac stop him with a question.

“Hey Spike.”

“Yeah Bro?”

“Do you have any Idea what in tar nation this is?” Mac asked taking something out of his pocket and showing it to the green haired young man.

Spike again went wide eyed at the sight of a small marble like object containing a green substance inside it; it was one of his disappearing vials that he broke like a smoke bomb to make an escape or disappear from the sight of the public, no doubt he dropped it during his run through ponyville earlier.

“Um its a vial w-what else could it be?” He said trying not to use up another lie.

“Ah know it’s a vial but you have any idea what it could be?”

“Can’t say I do,” Spike said as he felt a third jolt crawl its way up his spine.

Well ah suggest you take it, looks like something that should be in a lab and ah think ah heard mah sister mention there’s one in yer castle,” He said handing Spike the vial.

“Thanks Mac I’ll do that as soon as I can” Spike said taking the circular object and walking off before being stopped one last time by Mac, but this time his tone was far more serious than before so it made Spike turn around to see his stern face.

“Be weary of yer wanderin eyes partner,” He said with a squint of his eyes before walking off.

“Huh what could he mean by that?” Spike wondered before heading off to the field the apple sisters usually worked in and immediately found out.

There in the midst of the all the apple trees stood two of the most salivatingly delicious looking apples he has ever seen in his life. There stoop Applejack wearing her usual cowboy hat, then his eyes further south as he gazed at her upper body having nothing but a white tank top that looked like it was struggling to do its job of keeping those delightfully sized tits of hers in place.

Under that she wore some cut off jeans that did an excellent job of showing a generous amount of leg that would make any man stop in place to stare. Apple bloom was no different from her sister, she was wearing the a matching outfit in a smaller size but was no less eye catching, especially her long luscious looking red hair.

“Ahem..hey girls how’s it going?” Spike asked trying his best not to lose his cool.

“Spike,” The Apple sisters said in unison at the sight of their dragon blooded friend, they quickly went over to him and gave him a hug; Apple bloom was shorter than him by half a head so he felt her firm bust press into his chest making him blush, if that wasn’t enough Applejack who was half a head taller came up by his next side and pushed his head into her even larger bust making a small amount of blood ooze out of his nose at their softness.

“You here to help with the crates lover boy?” Applejack asked with the name she had given him years ago but never bothered to use again until a few weeks ago when he started coming to the farm more often.

“Yeah ‘lover boy’ you ready to work?” Applebloom asked with a half lidded expression. While her copying her sisters pet name for the young man, she had filled out rather nice just like the rest of the crusaders after all their eighteenth birthdays.

“Yeah I-I am, ready to work up a sweat and get the job done,” He said as the apple girls released him from the confines of their combined busts.

“Good cause me and Applebloom have been itchin to get started since this morning, and now your hear, so let’s head over to the barn and get sweaty,” Applejack said as she and Applebloom pulled Spike along with him to the barn to get started.

1 hour fifteen minutes later…..

“Uhg Dammint Appeljack I don’t think I can keep this up for much longer,” Spike said trying to ward off overheating.

“Just a little more sugar cube, for me! I’ve almost got it there too!” Applejack said through her teeth.

“Come on you too don’t give up now!” Appelbloom yelled from across the room exhausted from her activities with Spike earlier.

“AHHHHHHH!” the pair screamed in unison as they finally managed to stuff another crate of apples into a cellar which at this point couldn’t handle anymore, it had taken all three of them to get it and they were finally done, in record time too.

“Alrighty then ah think that’s enough for the day, Macs gonna come get these later to pick these up and make the deliveries so let’s kick back she said as the three of them sat down on the same hay stack Applebloom was on in silence until Applebloom broke it.

“Hey Spike?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you believe in monsters?”

Spike shot up and looked at her with wide eyes and replied “what?”

“Do you believe in monsters?” She repeated, “Ah know it’s a silly question but Ah’ve been hearing things about strange occurrences all over Equestria involving strange beasts and its gotten me curious.

“Well Applebloom I can’t say I do,” Spike replied as a fourth jolt ran up his spine. Spike then heard a car honk it’s horn outside ,it was probably Big Mac here to pick up the Apples so to avoid any more questions he ran outside to call Mac, little did he know he’d come back to surprising sight.

“Alright girls I called Mac he’ll be here in a sec,” Spike froze at the sight before him, both the girls were now touching their toes to stretch while facing away from him. Their fine asses couldn’t be on better display if they were on pedestals.

The girls noticed Spike and stood back upright to face Spike. They walked over to him and Applejack looked at him closely.

“Hey Spike, Ah got a question, you left pretty quickly after AB mentioned monsters, Ah couldn’t tell if you were lying or not so ah have to ask for mahself , Do you believe in monsters?” Spike knew he could use his last lie on this, so he was about to answer until a deep threatening voice came from behind him.

“Ah got a question too, what were you doing when mah sisters back were turned to yah?” Spike looked back to see Mac with his arms folded and a deadpan look on his face.

“Oh,” Spike realized the situation he was in, two apples, two questions, one lie. He knew both of them were determined to get an answer based on the looks they had on their faces so he decided to make it quick, “Applejack I have never seen a monster before, and Mac I was staring at both your sister rumps.”

WHAM! Mac delivered a punch to Spikes abdomen which made him bend over.

“Mac!” the Apple sisters said in unison at the actions of their brother.

“Sorry, buts mah sworn duty to protect y’all, especially from boys,” Mac said.

“AJ lets go get Spike something to drink, he’ll need it after that,” Applebloom said while looking at her brother with disappointment.

“You two do that, I gotta go deal with something,” Mac said exiting the room leaving Spike groaning in pain.

“Oh oh ow that really….really….didn’t hurt at all,” Spike said standing back up and sitting down on a hay stack that was nearby. “If they knew what I did for a living they’d probably realize things like that don’t even faze me, come to think about it I wonder If Mac got hurt.”

Outside few hundred yards away from the barn Big Mac clenched his hand in pain and looked down to see it was bruised pretty badly, he would have cried out in pain right then and there but because his sisters were present he chose to hide it until he was out of earshot.

“Dammit, what the hell does that kid do to have a six pack like that, damn this hurts badly, and first that huge dog bites my leg while I was in Manehatten yesterday and now this?” Mac said looking down at the bandages on his leg that had been hidden by his pants where a large black dog looking creature had bitten him the night before.

Meanwhile with the Apple sisters

“Did you hear that sis?, it worked! Spike was looking at us” Apple bloom said with excitement.

“Calm yerself now AB, this is just the beginning, for now all we do is tease the poor boy until we reel him in like prize winning bass,” Applejack said looking down at her little sister who was jumping up and down with glee.

“Right, right lets just bring him a slice of pie and a cup of cider to help him get his strength back, he must still be in pain after Mac punched him like that.”

A few minutes later Spike left the farm and headed over to Fluttershy’s cottage to give her a hand wherever she needed it.

“I wonder what Fluttershy needs help with, her work isn’t usually anything too heavy,” Spike thought to himself. He walked up to the front door and knocked, he waited for a few seconds before the door opened to reveal the natural beauty in all her glory. She was wearing a lime green sundress that fir around her curvaceous figure rather nicely, her breasts weren’t as big as Applejacks but still large enough to catch his eyes and she made up for it anyways with that devastatingly cute attitude and look of hers.

“Hey Spike,” Fluttershy said sweetly as she held the door open for her green haired friend.

“Hey Flutters, you need help with anything? Twilight sent me over here today to help out.”

“Oh yes Spike, I need help moving the bags full of animal feed I just had delivered last night into the ware house out back, you think you can help me?”

“Of course Shy, anything for you,” the young man answered making the normally reclusive girl blush at the thought of him moving all those heavy bags like a gentleman.

“Great Spike, just come in when you’re done and I’ll have some tea and cookies ready for you” the pink haired girl said as she pointed him in the direction of the bags outside.

“Alright let’s see what I’ve got here,” Spike said walking outside to eagerly meet the task outside for the kind hearted older woman. Upon laying eyes on the stacks spikes eyes widened, there were at least 30 bags of all kinds of animal feed, they more than likely weighed at least 70 pounds each.

“Damn, if it weren’t for my enhanced strength I don’t think I’d survive this job, well let’s get started.”

30 minutes later.

“Phew that was some hard work, the Apple sisters didn’t work me over that hard,” Spike said to himself before walking back in. “Flutters! I finished the work!”

“Oh my so quickly, I asked Bulk to help me with that once and it took him an hour and a half” She said coming out of the kitchen.

“Well I’m not Bulk” Spike said taking a seat on her couch.

“Yeah, you’re cuter than Bulk” Fluttershy said surprising the young man.

“Gee thanks Shy, that means a lot coming from you,” he said with a blush on his face.

“Sure Spike, I have your cookies and tea ready.”

“Awesome I’m starving” Spike said reaching for the tray of baked goods before being stopped by Fluttershy.

“Hold on Spike, do you think I could maybe feed you” She said catching the young man off guard again while she blushed slightly at the question.

“Oh uh Okay sure,” he said choosing not to question her sudden boldness.

“Close your eyes,” she said with a cute little pouting face.

“Heh alright then Miss shy,” He chuckled at her antics. Then he felt the sweet treat enter his mouth ever so slowly until he felt his face or more specifically his lips come into contact with something soft and warm. He opened his eyes to the shock of his life; Fluttershy had taken a seat on his lap and was now kissing him while she pushed the treat into his mouth with her tongue.

He went wide eyed for a second before his eyes fluttered closed and decided to enjoy the feel of her lips on his, the baked good long gone as the pair simply enjoyed each other’s flavors. The pair parted and gasped for air while gazing into each other’s eyes for second as mad blushes spread across their faces.

“Wow.”

“I know.”

“That was amazing Shy.”

“Yeah I liked it too.”

“But why Shy?”

“Well I figured you deserved it for working for me, even if Twilight says you slack off a lot lately I think you’re a hard worker, and you said you’d be there for me anytime so whenever you want some sugar, don’t be afraid to come back okay cutie,” She said as she got off Spikes lap giving him loving gaze.

“Wow shy thanks, I appreciate that, I gotta go now by the way, sorry but I promised I’d help the others as well,” The young man said in genuine sadness at the thought of leaving the kind hearted girl behind.

“It’s Okay Spike, I know you’re the kind of guy who doesn’t want to disappoint so go ahead, and I’ll still be here tomorrow.”

“Alright Shy, bye,” the young man said waving as he exited the cottage.

“I did it; I can’t believe I did it! I took the leap of faith and it worked!” She said jumping up and down. “This is great! Now I’m closer than ever to capturing Spikes heart, now if you’ll excuse me my animal friends I have to faint from all the blood rushing to my face,” she said as she fell flat on her back with a goofy smile on her face.

The next task on Spikes list was to go see Rainbowdash, the list didn’t specify what he had to do for her he just knew that he had to go see her and she would have something for him to do. The list also specified to meet Rainbowdash at a field on the far side of town where people would usually go for exercising. As Spike was coming up on the field he suddenly sensed a an approaching force, now unlike the Pinkie sense which told pinkie about what’s about to happen at every time anywhere, Spikes sense was more of an animal extinct that warned him of danger, this however wasn’t a threatening force it was more of a ‘dude just let it happen’ feeling.

“What is going on he-wow!” Spike yelled as two bodies just flew at him from his sides and he was suddenly in a vice like death grip, he was about to show these things what true dragon blood strength was until something hit him.

“Wait, their chests are soft,” He said as the two creatures pressed their apparently cushiony chests into the sides of his face.

“Had enough squirt?” One of the creatures said in a tomboyish voice.

“Rainbowdash?”

“The one and only,” she said as she released her grip on the young man and backing off while the other entity kept its tight grip. RD revealed that she was wearing that tight wonder bolts uniform revealing her sleek and sexy figure.

“Hey Scoots , I think that’s enough he doesn’t seem to be feeling it” RD said to the young daredevil who seemed to be caught up in her own little world as she had her whole body wrapped around the young man. Spike started to blush as he realized the position that they were in, she had her arms wrapped around his head while her bust was in his face, and if that wasn’t enough she had her legs wrapped around his torso.

“Scootaloo….I….. Uh…. I think you can get off me now,” Spike said trying to ignore the feeling of having the attractive young woman rub up against him.

“Huh?” Scootaloo said as she opened her eyes and realized her idol had let go of the young man, and it was now just the two of them. “Oh! Oh my gosh I’m sorry Spike I don’t know what came over me.” She said flying off Spike.

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just move on, I was told to come here today, did you call for my services?”

“No, our services are the ones that are needed Mr. Sleepsalot,” Rainbowdash said with a raised brow.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb, Twi said that you’ve been sleeping a lot lately and even if it is in you nature you shouldn’t be so sleepy all the time, so we are gonna work you out.”

“Yeah!” Scootaloo said with a raised fist.

“Ugh…. Fine ill do your work out but try not to get me too sweaty, I still have a few other things to do today.”

“I can’t guarantee that, NOW GIVE ME 20 LAPS!” The older woman screamed as she blew a whistle loud enough to scare the birds out of the trees.

1 hour later…..

“Alright then Spike boy, that should be enough for today,” Rainbowdash said as she dismissed the young man from an intensive round of sit-ups.

“Great job Spike, you should totally come work out with us more,” Scootaloo said as she patted the young man on the back after doing A hundred sit-ups, a hundred push-ups and running a hundred kilometers.

“I couldn’t help but notice you gave me the One Punch man work out, all that’s left is the banana.” Spike chuckled.

“We got that covered too,” RD said as she handed him banana.

“Really?”

“Eeyup, now eat,” The older woman said as she gave Spike the banana who ate it as quickly as possible.

“Well if that’s all you girls have for me then I’ll be on my way,” Spike said taking his leave.

“Alright Spike, glad we could work you out today but remember,” she said getting close to him, “If you ever want to work us over, don’t be afraid ask stud,” She said with a purr and a wink.

“Alrighty then RD I’ll just be on my way now” the young man said leaving the two girls behind to giggle at his nervousness.

After recovering from the workout, Spike walked his way over to sugar cube corner while thinking about how pointless that work out was, he did harder stuff all the time, jumping off buildings, constant running, lifting objects so heavy it’d make bulk look like a chump, the list goes on but Spike soon ended this train of thought when he arrived at Sugar Cube corner and went inside to look for his normally hyperactive friend.

“Hello! Pinkie you there?!” He called out.

“Spike? I’m Cooooomiiiiing!” Her choice of word made his thoughts drift to the more shameful side of his mind.

“Hey Spike, glad you could make it,” The pink haired woman said going over to give her friend a hug.

Spike couldn’t help but drink in his friends’ appearance, she was wearing a pair of baby blue short shorts, a white T-shirt with three balloons on the front of it, it also looked like she wasn’t wearing a bra, and a pair of pink sandals.

“No problem Pinkie, I heard you needed my help so I figured why not help the sweetest girl in ponyville,” He said genuinely thinking she was sweet.

The pink haired woman blushed at her handsome friends’ compliment and smiled sweetly at him before giving a response.

“Thanks Spikey, I knew I could count on you.”

“Of course you can Pinkie, so what do you want me to do?”

“I need you to follow me to the kitchen table and when we get there, I want you to frost my buns.”

“Alright I’ll- wait what?!” he asked not sure if he heard right.

“Don’t worry the table sturdy so it shouldn’t give any trouble,” she said dragging him into the kitchen.

“Wait Pinkie do you really want me to do that?”

“Of course, I mean just look at all these pastries; I could never finish all these in time by myself, that’s why I asked you here.”

Spike looked ahead of him and there were buns all over the place, pastries like donuts and cupcakes littered the table from one side to the other, the young man quickly calmed at the sight of it.

“Well alright then, let’s get started shall we?” he smiled as the older woman just nodded and handed him a frosting tube.

15 minutes later…..

“Okay I think that’s all of them,” Spike said as he looked over the table to see all the pastries had been fully and evenly frosted.

“Thanks so much Spike I appreciate thi-ooohh there’s frosting on my fingers,” the ecstatic woman said as she licked the frosting off her finger tips.

“It’s no problem at all, Pinkie if you ever need help please don’t be afraid to ask me”

“Oh look there’s frosting on your finger tips too,” she pointed out.

“Oh I guess there is,” he replied reaching for a cloth to wipe it off with.

“Oh here let me get it,” Pinkie said reaching for his hand.

“Nah Pinkie it- woooww what the hell?” Spike freaked out as the older woman chose to grab his hand and start licking the white substance off his fingers individually. “P-pinkie what are you ohhhhh,” Spike slightly groaned at the feel of her warm wet mouth engulfing his fingers one by one, licking each one with precision and accuracy. The young man blushed deeply as she opened her baby blue eyes to look at him as her tongue danced in between his fingers, Spike was appalled he always thought he was the only one with a reptilian tongue but apparently not.

“All done,” the woman said letting his fingers slip from her mouth as she took a cloth and wiped her own saliva off.

“R-right, glad I could help,” the young man replied still in a daze.

“Well I guess that’s all I have for today, but if you stop some other day I’m sure I’ll have more buns for you to frost,” She said the last part in a sultry voice while her eyes were half lidded.

“O-okay then pinks, I’ll see you later,” He said walking off a bit before nearly stumbling then regaining his balance making the young woman giggle before taking his leave.

“Hmhmhmhmh Oh Spike you’re so cute I just want to tie you up and keep you for myself.”

After a few more minutes of walking Spike had cooled down from that close encounter with the back of Pinkies mouth and was now on his way to Rarities to help her with her own chores. Spike arrived at the boutique and knocked at the front door.

“Oh hello Spike darling, delighted you made it in time” greeted Rarity as she opened the door for the young man.

“Hey Rares, been a while huh?” Spike asked as his eyes momentarily scanned her body, she was currently wearing a tight black skirt and a white button up blouse that showed off a little of absolutely bountiful chest.

“Yes it has been some time; I do wish you came by the boutique more often like you did when you were younger, you were so cute back then, now you’re this devilish charmer she said a she ran a finger up his chest making him blush.

“Uh yeah I guess I have,” he said nervously, although he wasn’t as entranced by the curly haired woman as he was when he was younger, he could honestly say that he had a better appreciation for the beauty of the woman before him.

“Well come inside, we’re ready for you” She said taking the lead while giving a sway of her hips as she did. They made it to the main room where everything was, and where Sweetiebelle was waiting for them.

“Hey again Spike” Sweetie greeted him for the second time that day.

“Sup Sweetie,”

“Now Spike, My sister and I have been trying to figure out how we could switch things up around here and we think we found the right design, you think you can handle it?” She explained.

“Yes, I’m sure I can,” he said confidently.

“Great so let’s get started….”

1 hour later…..

“And that’s it, phew that was a lot,” Spike said after moving everything around the place including the mirrors, furniture, and mannequins.

“Hmm, yes than you Spike, but now that I’m looking at it...I don’t think it’s very good,” Rarity said

“Yeah I agree, I liked the old place better,” Sweetie concurred.

“Right then, Spike could you do us a favor and move everything back to the way it was.”

“Huh?”

“Yes I’m afraid it just doesn’t feel like home when it looks like this, so I hope its not a problem if we ask you to do it over,” She asked with a pouty face, and Spike couldn’t say no to that so he accepted.

“Yeah sure no prob.”

Another hour later……

“That should do it,” Spike said moving the closet full of clothes back to its original spot along with all the other objects in the room.

“Thank you Spikey-wikey, it looks much better,” she said as she looked over the original way her boutique was made.

“Yeah Spike it feels like home again,” Sweetie commented.

“Well if you girls are happy I’m happy,” Spike said trying not to show his light exhaustion.

“Yes now if you’ll excuse us we have to go, watching you do all that work made us sweat a bit so we are gonna change, but we’ll be back with a little reward for you,” she said heading upstairs with her sister. A few minutes later Spike decided to check on them since they usually didn’t take too long to do things.

“Hello? Rarity…Sweetie belle, it’s getting kind of late so I think I should just go home,” He called out to them until he heard murmuring in Rarity’s room. He decided to investigate and walked close until he noticed the door was slightly opened, his instincts told him to get quiet so he subconsciously did so. He peeped through the hole and what he saw made his jaw hit the floor. Rarity and Sweetiebelle were both butt naked while looking for cloths sitting on her bed, Spike couldn’t believe it, and both their perfectly plump sets of jugs were exposed for his eyes.

“What am I doing? I can’t stare at them its wrong!” Spike shouted internally. He would have stayed there longer had it not been for Rarity who just randomly looked at the door and sent a wink his way. “Oh Shit, did she see me?” Spike screamed in his mind as he moved from the door got a good distance away and decided to make his leave.

“Did he look?” SweetieBelle asked her sister.

“Yes he did darling, Spike is a man, and men have desires, flesh desires that only women can satisfy, and we will be the women to do so for that hunk of dragon blood.”

Spike ran a few good hundred yards before slowing down and gathering his thoughts of what just happened, but was glad he could go home and get some brief rest before the real fun started for him.

“Hmm…. I wonder what Luna has planned for me tonight,” Spike said to himself in anticipation of the night ahead of him, he could already feel the rush.

As Spike walked into the castle he made his way through the halls looking for Twilight and Starlight, they should have been back from their trip from the crystal empire by now.

“Heheheheheh….Burp….”

“Oh gross, that was fucking nasty hahahahahah.”

Spike heard voices coming from the throne room and went to investigate what was the cause of them.

“Girls, you here?” Spike asked as he walked into the throne room to a surprising sight. Starlight and Twilight both were in the throne room, drunk looking as all living hell and there clothes were in tatters.

“Girls, what happened to you?” Spike asked walking into the room.

“Spike!” They both yelled as they stood up and went to grab him.

“We’re so glad your home; we missed you” Twilight said as she and Starlight wrapped their arms around Spike.

“Yeah, it’s been kind of dull without you here,” Starlight said.

“Who told you to go out for so long anyway?” Twilight asked.

“You did,” He replied.

Oh Spike I’m so sorry, tell yah what, from now on if you want your dick sucked just ask and I’ll come running,” She said.

“Twilight!”

“Right on Twilight! And Spike, if you want a good lay just ask, my pussy is your…burp…cum dump,” Starlight added.

Spike ignored the girls’ offers as best as he could and tried asking them again.

“How did you girls get like this?”

“When we got to the Crystal Empire Shinning and Cadence were having a little get together while Flurry was out with a few babysitters learning about the country, so we joined them and got wasted!” Twilight finished with a raised fist.

“Okay girls it’s getting kind of late, you two should get to bed,” Spike said as he took their hands and guided them to their separate rooms, they would have put up more of a fight but their current state left them pretty defenseless. After Spike had gotten Starlight to bed, he moved on to Twilight who had few things to say to Spike before she fell asleep as Spike laid her I her bed.

“Hey Spike.”

“Yeah Twi?”

“I want you to know something.”

“What’s that?”

I really really love you Spike, and not sibling love I…burp…mean like the love that warrants you fucking me silly while I scream your name,” she said shamelessly.

“Uhhh…wow..Okay Twi…you should get some sleep cause-wait what the!” Spike screamed as Twilight guided his hand to her breast and pressed it against it.

“I mean it Spike, I want to be yours.”

“Alright Twi just….get to sleep now and you’ll feel better in the morning, well not really you’ll have a hangover but still,” Spike said slowly pushing her down into her bed as she gave one last cute belch before falling asleep. Spike made sure she was out before heading to his room and locking the door.

It was finally time.

Spike walked to his closet, opened the door and typed the code into the keypad as the closet turned into a completely different looking wall of guns, grenades and gadgets off all shapes and sizes, including his now clean suit. He looked at the top half of the converted wall where it had a timer that read

1 minute 10 seconds until next assignment.

An almost evil smirk crawled on Spikes face before he spoke in a soft raspy tone.

“Time for the fun to start….”

Let The Games Begin....(Edited)

Canterlot…..

It had been a rather uneventful day for Princess Luna; she had gotten her sleep, dealt with a few of the nobles and finished her paperwork for the day. Now she sat in one of the many living rooms of the castle, sipping a cup of tea while waiting for night court to begin, as well as to give a certain dragon blood his next assignment.

“Lulu, are you in here?” she heard a familiar voice call out as she turned her attention to the doorway where her sister stood. Princess Celestia was dressed in her royal white gown, her golden crown atop her head and jewelry around her neck.

“Greetings, dear sister. How was the meeting?” Luna asked.

“It went well, Lulu, mostly arrangements for other meetings, invitations for upcoming parties and some small complaints, including….”

“Including?”

“...including sightings involving some rather frightening looking creatures,” Celestia finished.

“You don’t say? Did these happen during the day?” Luna asked

“No, they said it happened late at night. Some sightings were right here in Canterlot, some in Manehatten, and some even as far as miles out to sea,” Celestia explained.

“Interesting, provide me with the reports and I’ll have my agent get on them as soon as possible,” Luna said.

“Yes, well, while we’re on the subject, when do you intend on introducing me to this agent of yours?” Celestia inquired.

“I’m not certain I should. After all, we both agreed it was in his best interests to remain anonymous. Besides, why are you so interested in him anyways?”

“Why am I interested? Maybe it’s because of the amount of resources you've poured into him. Money, time, research...not to mention you allow him to bring those infernal noise makers into the country. What are they called again? Goons?”

“Guns, dear sister, they are referred to as guns, and while they are noisy, they also tend to get the job done in the right hands,” Luna replied.

“Perhaps, but there are very few “right hands” in this world, which is why it was agreed at the last World Leaders Conference that these killing machines would be better kept in manageable numbers and that only a select few would be allowed to use them,” Celestia reminded her sister.

“I am fully aware of this, dear sister, and I have followed that decree down to the letter. I assure you that he keeps only two or three hand guns in his possession at all times, and I was the one who selected him to wield them, so no laws have been broken,” Luna replied.

“Well it’s not just that. You give him access to your Night Guards, do you not?”

Luna paused and looked at her sister for a brief second before giving her a response.

“As a matter of fact, I do. I did it so he can call on whatever resources our military, or at least my night guard, can offer and so far it has worked rather well,” Luna replied.

“Well I’m glad to hear that, and I trust you and him completely, though I would still like to meet him some day. I’ve read some of your reports on his success, and I must say he sounds like quite the dashing young rogue,” Celestia said with a slight blush.

“Keepeth thy panties dry, sister. I’ll ask him whether he is willing to meet you or not, but don’t get your hopes up. Maybe he’s not what you anticipate him to be, ‘even if he’s everything I want him to be,’” Luna said, though that last part was in her head. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go give him tonight’s assignments. He has a rather busy night ahead of him,” Luna said taking her leave to the throne room as the night court was about to begin.

Meanwhile, just outside of Canterlot, a loud noise filled the air. It was a noise not commonly heard in Equestria, and most people would probably grow fearful at the sound of it. Whatever it was, it was moving fast towards the city. It seemed to be picking up speed the closer it got. In the throne room of the castle, Princess Luna, who had become aware of the noise, was using a monitor spell to watch for the source of the frightening sound as it made its way up the road before making its final approach to the entrance of the old capitol.

“Princess, shall I stop him at the city gates?” one of Luna’s guards asked her.

“Don’t bother, he won’t stop for you. I swear, it’s like he’s someone else when he rides that vehicle,” Princess Luna groaned.

“Well we can’t have him drive through Canterlot on that thing; he’d wake up half the city and drive the remaining half into a panic.”

“Do not worry, I have prepared for this,” Princess Luna replied as she snapped her fingers to deploy a magical trap she had personally installed at the city gates.

Back outside, the mysterious object began to pick up speed, preparing to rip through the wide streets of Canterlot. But then, all of a sudden, a blue light flashed in front of it, revealing a shimmering blue portal. The object tried to stop, but it was too late. It was sucked into the portal and teleported across the city, directly into the throne room.

All of Luna’s Night Guards hit the deck at the deafening sound and appearance of the machine. The screeching sound of brakes were loud enough to make them cover their ears, all except for Luna, who watched as the vehicle stopped right at the foot of her throne. She observed the scorch marks left behind it on her once clean castle floor with her trademark ‘I am not amused’ look. Her baleful eyes were not directed at the machine, however, but at its rider.

“Greetings, Spike. I trust you enjoyed your trip,” Luna asked with a raised brow.

The rider got off his purple Cruiser motorcycle with green flames painted on the sides, looking up at the night goddess before removing a gray steel helmet, which only covered the lower half of his face, before responding.

“You bet your fine looking full moon I did,” Spike said in his usual monster hunting attire. “At least while it lasted. Why don’t you ever let me drive through the city?” Spike asked in complaint.

“Well, perhaps it has to do with the fact that this “motorcycle” of yours does more to terrify people than the actual monsters you face,” Luna answered.

“Hmmm, good point.”

“Ahem, excuse me, Lieutenant Drake, we have prepared the file for your next mission,” one of the night guard spoke up.

That’s right. Spike held the rank of 1st Lieutenant in Luna’s Night Guard and could call on them throughout Equestria for assistance in such matters as scouting, reports, crowd control, and even being used as a ‘clean up crew’ for his messier monster fights. His colleagues also referred to him as ‘Drake’ because Drake is what his people are commonly referred to.

“Yes, Lieutenant. My Night Guard has been working diligently to bring you this information on the latest sightings and encounters of monsters throughout the nation,” Luna said.

“Just as always. I’m glad to have men and women like you all supporting me. I might do all the fighting, but I wouldn’t be nearly as successful without your help and I hope you know that,” Spike said as he addressed room full of troops.

“SIR, YES SIR!” The room full of night guards replied in unison.

“Good job keeping morale up, Spike,” Luna commented.

“That wasn’t keeping morale up. This is keeping morale up. Alright everyone, how bout after tonight, we hit the town! Drinks are on me!”

“WOOOOOOOH!” The room of guards hollered in delight at their commanding officer's declaration.

“Does that include me, too?” Luna asked.

“Definitely, boss. You’re the heart and soul of this operation, and I would be a horrible employee if I didn’t invite you along as well. Besides, you helped make me the man I am today, and for that, I am forever grateful,” Spike said making Luna blush slightly.

“Very well then, Spike, thank you. Now, before we start tonight’s operations, you should know that I’ve opted to give you an upgrade to your arsenal,” Luna said, motioning for one of her guards to approach. He had a black briefcase with a combination lock. He put in the combination and opened it to reveal Spike's latest addition to his arsenal.

“Wow, are those Glock 17’s?” Spike said in surprise as he took the two black handguns out of the briefcase and examined them closely.

“Yes. I realized your old pistols were getting a bit rusty and I didn’t want them blowing up in your hands, so I got you these. Do you like them?” Luna asked with a smirk.

“I love them! Thank you, Luna!” Spike said, giving the night goddess a hug, which she happily accepted before realizing they were in front of her Night Guard.

“Ahem, yes well, I’m glad you like them,” Luna said as she and Spike quickly separated. She was about to give him his next mission before noticing a kind of disappointed look on his face. “What’s wrong Spike?”

“Well, Princess Luna, thanks so much for the upgrade, but I kind of liked the old style of my old revolvers. They were retro, you know? Real classic,” Spike said.

“Hmmm...well, if you really like it classic, I can let you hold onto one more gun. And I have the perfect one,” Luna said, snapping her fingers as a purple and green box appeared in the palm of her hand.

“Really?” Spike asked in excitement.

“Yes, I intended to give it to you as a Hearths Warming present, but I can’t stand to see even the slightest frown on my favorite servant's face, so here,” Luna said as she unwrapped the box and handed it to Spike.

Spike took the box and opened it. What he saw blew his mind harder than a tornado full of industrial fans. It was a gun unlike anything he had ever seen before. Its handle was purple with a green flame etched in its side, and its barrel was long and wide for what seemed to be special bullets.

“WOW! This thing is awesome!” Spike cried as he looked over the gun, admiring its features and looking closely at the barrel.

“Hey Princess, the barrel is a little wider than most revolvers I’ve seen. Why is that?”

“That is because this is not a normal gun, nor does it shoot regular bullets. According to my experts, this gun fires titanium alloy, hollow tip bullets with a kick of C-4 to them,” Luna explained.

“No way! That’s crazy! This thing really is awesome!” Spike said looking over the gun one more time.

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“You're purple and green like my suit and my clothes, so I’ll give you a name…..aha! ‘Barb,’ I’ll name you Barb.” Spike said with glee at his new toy, making Luna giggle.

“Excuse me, Princess. I’m sorry to break up this early Hearths Warming, but we still have some missions to complete,” one of Luna’s Night Guard said.

“Yes, of course. Let’s start with your first mission for the night,” Luna said.

“Oh? Is it a T-class, or maybe a B-class?” Spike asked.

“Neither. We'll start tonight with something easy...a D-class,” Luna replied.

Now, you’re probably wondering why Luna and Spike are using this strange class system. Well, when Spike started monster hunting a few years ago, Luna started categorizing the different kinds of monsters and their threat levels from least dangerous to most dangerous. The weakest level is D-class or “Delinquent class.” These kinds of monsters usually spend their time scaring or pranking innocent bystanders for kicks; at worse, they start brawls with other monsters, usually in bars or at parties. The next highest level is B-class or “Bandit class.” These monsters mostly tend to be robbers and thieves and have committed all kinds of criminal activities, from purse snatching to bank robbing. One B-class monster was even caught committing murder at one point. Spike has to use a bit more physical force when dealing with these kinds of monsters.

T-class monsters, a.k.a. “Terrorist class,” is the second most dangerous class of monster to date. At this level, Spike, more often than not, has to use lethal force. T-classes are deadly hunters and abductors, often found kidnapping, devouring people for sustenance, and destroying anything in their way. Finally, there was the worst of the worst, the most dangerous class of monster yet...a W-class. These “Warlord class” monsters are savage beasts with the potential to either rule or destroy whatever forsaken land they happen to call home. Spike has never encountered a monster of this caliber before, for which he is eternally grateful.

“Seriously? A D-class?! I don’t want to start my night scolding some little monster kid or breaking up a bar fight. Can’t you send some other guard to take care of that?” Spike groaned with a role of his eyes.

“Well Spike, I understand that such a low-level threat is usually boring for someone with your skill, but these kinds of situations can escalate if left unchecked. And what’s more, most monsters tend to stay gone if you are the one who handles them. After all, you have built up quite the reputation amongst them. What is it they call you again?” Luna reminded Spike.

“ Master Drake. They call me ‘Master’ because one your guards once called me a ‘master at what I do’ while I was dealing with a low-level monster. I guess he must have overheard him and told his monster buddies ‘cause eventually, they all started calling me that……. the ones I let live anyway,” Spike said that last part with a smirk.

“Yes, well, you are a master at what you do, which is why I’m sending you to deal with these delinquents in the first place. They won’t cause trouble again if it’s you.”

“Yeah, I guess. So will that be all for tonight?”

“No, of course not. You have more to investigate afterwards, but I won‘t give them to you yet. Not until after you finish this first one. I can‘t have you skipping it just because you find it dull,” she said with a deadpan face.

“Hehe...yeah, that’s a smart move,” Spike said. He took the file and read its contents, learning that his first mission of the night would take him to Manehatten.

“Manehatten again? Man, I was just there last night dealing with that werewolf. That place is getting more and more active.”

“Yes, well that keeps you in business, doesn’t it,” Luna giggled.

“Guess you’re right,” Spike said as he got on the bike and prepared to be teleported to his destination.

“Oh and Spike, don’t think I don’t know about that….‘weapon’ your carrying.”

“Weapon? Princess, I have a utility belt that would make Batman horny and a trio of guns, one of which is capable of making a mortar cannon look like a pea shooter. I think you need to be a bit more specific,” Spike chuckled.

“I’m talking about that weapon you’ve been carrying in your enchanted trench coat.”

“Oh….that. Yeah, I uh, was planning to tell you about that,” Spike laughed nervously as Luna squinted her eyes at him.

“Hmph. And when, pray tell, was that? Because I know that it’s been in your possession for some time now.”

“Y-yeah? Then you know I keep it on me for emergencies, right? You never know when I may have to get out of a sticky situation.”

“Spike, your skin may be far more durable than even the average Dragoon blood, but you’re not indestructible.”

“Speaking of which, how are those indestructibility pills coming along?” Spike asked one of Luna’s guards who gave him the ‘more or less’ gesture.

“Spike, this is serious! Using that thing improperly may not kill you, but if you think you’re getting out of the aftermath unharmed, you’re living a fantasy,” Luna said in a serious tone.

“Princess, don’t worry. I can handle it. And besides, it’s not like I’ll just use it like a normal gun or anything, and if I did, I’d make sure I’m somewhere where it won’t hurt me," Spike said, trying to ease the worried Princess.

“Very well then, I’ll overlook this one. But from now on, you make sure you tell me when you make any additions to your arsenal, or so help me, I shall send you out there with nothing but a pair of safety scissors to fight with” Luna threatened, making Spike shiver.

“Right. Off I go then. Oh, and congratulations on learning how to use ‘I’ instead of ‘we’ most of the time,” Spike said as Luna cast a teleportation spell on him and his bike while she gave him a grateful smile.

*Bing!*

The sound resounded in Spike's ears as he now found himself just outside of Manehatten on his bike. He revved the engine and drove into the city. Even if there weren’t many motorcycles in Equestria in general, the bulk of the ones that were are located in Manehatten, so he wouldn’t have to worry about disturbing the peace.

Spike rode throughout the city, barreling quickly down the streets as he passed various cars and trucks on the road. He turned a few heads his way as he passed. Some were curious, while others merely thought, ‘Damn, that guy looks awesome!’

“Alright, let’s see,” Spike said as he pressed a button on one of the handles of his bike, causing a magical, holographic screen to pop up into view. The screen acted as a directional guide, showing him where he needed to go while making sure not to obstruct his view. “So my first stop of the night is at the park, where locals in the area say they have been seeing terrifying visions of their worst fears. Hmmm...either they’re all junkies, or I got me a monster with a fetish for scaring people,” Spike said to himself as he arrived at the park. The park was very spacious with large fields of grass and a few trees around the place.

“AHHHHHHH!!!!”

Spike heard someone scream loudly nearby, making him pull out his glocks and aim them towards the direction of the scream, only to see that the sound was coming from a man–who seemed to be terrified out of his mind–running past him into the city. He was followed by a baleful, cackling laughter. Spike turned around sharply and faced a cloud of dark smoke approaching him.

“Here we go again,” Spike said, putting his glocks away and crossing his arms.

“Ahahahahahahahaha! Well, well, well...what do we have here? A new victim for me to feast on? Ahahahahahah,” a dark force said as Spike just rolled his eyes and began to inhale a lot of air into himself.

“You pitiful fool! Prepare to be terrified out of your mind! For I am the nightmare of brave men, the scourge of the powerful! I! Am! Terrifier! Muahahahahah!”

And with that, Spike exhaled all the air in his lungs, blowing the cloud away and completely revealing a small boy with tiny black wings and horns and copper-colored skin. He wore a purple hoodie and no shoes. He was also pretty dirty, and holding a microphone in his hand as he laughed into it.

“Yo,” Spike said, snapping the boy out of his laughter-induced trance.

“Aahahaha-ahhhh!” The boy devil screamed in his now preteen voice as he realized that he had been discovered. “Oh, uh hey, um, what’s up?” he asked as he began to sweat at the sight of Spike’s very displeased face.

“What’s up? People are what’s up, because you’re scaring them right out of their shoes, kid.”

Now, you are probably thinking, ‘This is a devil, a creature of ultimate evil? Then why isn’t Spike pulling out any of his enchanted weapons and turning this thing into Swiss cheese?’ Well, it’s because this boy is a lesser devil. He has limited magic power, and has no real goal other than to get a few laughs from pulling pranks. Had this been a greater devil, Spike would have had a real problem on his hands.

“Oh yeah, about that…..you know us lesser devils are always looking for ways to get our kicks, wait…are you...*gulp*…Master Drake?” The boy asked as he realized that the man he was standing before was well-armed, intimidating and had green, spiky hair. The only other thing left he would need to confirm is if he had those terrifying, reptilian eyes which would match the description that he’s heard.

Spike leaned in close to the boy who was petrified with fear. He took a deep breath and exhaled some smoke onto the boy's face before looking him straight in the eye, making sure that it was unmistakable that his eyes were that of a dragon's. Then he spoke in a deep voice that he knew would scare him.

“Hell yeah.”

“Oh dammit, please don’t hurt me! Please, please, please don’t hurt me! I’m just a kid!” the boy cried as tears began to flow from his eyes and his nose began to run fresh with snot.

“Calm down, kid, I’m not going to hurt you….much,” Spike said, grabbing the young devil by the shirt and pulling him in close.

“Oh shit, please not the face; it’s all I have to pick up chicks!” He said putting his hands up, preparing to take the pain.

“Ehehehehe, calm down kid. You’re not gonna get hurt.”

“I...I’m not?”

“No, but I am gonna have to give you a warning. Listen, I get that kids like you have fun scaring people out of their wits. Hell, I enjoy the occasional scare myself. In fact, I almost went rolling on the ground when that guy ran screaming like little girl. But you’re taking things a little too far,” Spike said, taking a knee and placing himself at the kid's eye level.

“I know, but pranking is all I’m good at, and I don’t know what else to do with myself. Besides, I’m a devil, and that’s what devils do, bad things,” he said as he looked down in genuine sadness.

“Hey kid, don’t let what you are define what you do, and don’t let others tell you that you have to be bad because it’s what your people do. I mean, look at me….I’m a Dragoon blood. My people usually just be mean and cheat and steal from others because of their greed, yet I don’t do any of that.”

“Really?” he asked hopefully.

“Really, and you can be the same. I mean, look at the devils from High School DxD. They’re not so bad. You can be like them and help people. I mean, you can influence others’ decisions with magic, right?” Spike asked, to which the boy just nodded. “Well then, use that to help people turn away from doing bad things. I won’t tell you to stop pranking, just keep it light from now on. Don’t go on a spree of hurting people, or next time I won’t be so nice. Got it?” Spike said sternly.

“Yeah, I understand. Thanks, Master Drake.”

“No problem, but I expect a favor in return someday. Okay….uh…what’s your name?”

“Terri,” the boy said.

“Well Terri, it was nice meeting you. Now go do something useful like….get a nerd laid or something,” Spike said rubbing the boy’s messy black hair.

“Alright. Bye,” Terri said, teleporting away into the night.

“Something tells me this is not the last I’ve seen of that kid.”

*Ring Ring*

“Hello?” Spike said, answering the holographic call coming from his motorcycle. Luna’s graceful figure sitting atop her throne instantly popped up on the screen.

“Spike, how did it go?” Luna asked.

“Pretty good. Turned out to be a lesser devil playing a few pranks on the helpless populous. I set him straight though,” Spike said with a confident smile.

“It was a lesser devil? Oh those little scoundrels always make it in under the radar. Even if they don’t cause much harm, they can be such nuisances,” Luna said in an annoyed tone.

“Well, even if they are a bother, I’m not going to get too violent with them. You know my rule about dealing with children and female monsters,” Spike reminded.

“Yes, of course I do. You’ll try and talk to them first before using violence,” Luna said, rolling her eyes.

“Exactly, and it’s only because they tend to be more rational than their older, male counterparts. Now let’s move on, shall we? You have something else for me in this city?” Spike asked, getting on his bike.

“Yes. It appears that some goblins have been taking on the role of street thugs in an area not too far from where you are now. What’s worse is that they seem to be growing in number. Right now they are only a B-class threat, but if their numbers continue to grow, they could become a T-level,” Luna finished.

“Goblins, huh? Well they do tend to be aggressive in larger numbers; can you tell me how many there might be right now?”

“Well, initial reports say that their numbers were at five, but their numbers have since doubled,” Luna replied.

“Ten?! Damn it! If they continue to grow at this rate, they could end up robbing a bank or something before too long. I’m on my way.”

A few blocks away….

A young woman wearing a green sweater and skinny jeans strolled through the streets on her way home from a friend’s house. Looking at the watch on her wrist, she discovered it was 1:00 a.m. The streets were deserted, but she wasn’t really worried about crime because she lived in rather peaceful neighborhood. So she walked about without fear with her blue purse and necklace, the latter being a gift from her boyfriend.

“Hey there, sweetie….that’s a nice necklace you got there,” a raspy voice said from behind her.

Startled, she squeaked and turned around toward the source of the voice. There, she found a lanky, average-sized man with pointy ears, pale yellow hair, green skin, and wearing dirty rags. He staring hungrily at her purse and necklace.

“W-who...who are you? What are you?” she asked the stranger.

“Me? Oh, I’m just a guy who’s about to get his hands on that purse of yours,” he replied, advancing on the young girl. She began to back up as he approached.

“You stay away from me!” she shouted. However, her retreat was cut short when she backed up in to something else. She spun around quickly and found three more men that looked almost identical to the first one. She turned around once more and discovered that the original stranger now had a buddy with him.

“Now, now, don’t be scared. Just hand over the goods and no one gets hurt,” one of the thugs behind her said. She didn’t know what to do. The five of them had her surrounded. She would have easily surrendered if it was just her purse they were after, but the necklace was something she held dear. She wasn’t about to give it up.

The strange gang of thugs were slowly closing in on her. No doubt she would end up getting beaten for this necklace. She tightly shut her eyes, begrudgingly preparing for the worse…..

*BANG!*

The sound of gunfire went off, startling the thugs and the girl on the sidewalk. The group of thugs looked around in confusion, finding no one else on the street besides themselves. The four of them and the girl…..wait, four? The thugs all turned to see that one of their associates had been shot dead, his fresh corpse lying face down on the ground; he didn’t bleed much, but what little of his purple blood flowed left a small sticky pool on the ground. The remaining foursome looked around wildly. Where where did that shot come from?

“Yo! Gang Green Gang rejects! Why don’t you mess with someone your own size!” a voice called out from above them. The goblins all looked up to the building behind them, giving the terrified girl a chance to run. On top of the building stood Spike, holding one of his glocks in his hand. The barrel was smoking from its recent use.

“You! Who the fuck are you?” one of the goblins asked.

“Your worst nightmare,” Spike replied.

“You wanna die!? There’s easier ways to kill yourself,” another yelled in rage.

“Yeah, like yelling at the guy with the Glock 17,” Spike chuckled.

“You’re such a tough guy on the top of that building, huh? Why don’t you come down here and take us on yourself?” a goblin asked shaking his fist at Spike. Big mistake.

“You know what? Good idea.”

Spike smirked under his mask as he pulled out another marble shaped veil and threw it to the ground at his feet. A cloud of green smoke consumed his body before dissipating, revealing nothing but empty air where he once stood.

“What the hell! Where did he go?!” one of the goblins yelled before feeling someone tap his shoulder to get his attention. He turned around to see a fist equipped with brass knuckles heading straight for his face. He had barely a second before all he saw was black and felt a surge of an indescribable pain. He fell to the ground, leaving his three remaining partners to stare in fear at Spike, who just stood there with his arms crossed.

“You three gonna stand there like a bunch of cowards or what?” he asked.

The three goblins suddenly grew furious at his remark and charged at him. The first pulled out a box cutter and tried to stab Spike from the front while the second went behind him and tried to swing a club–which he pulled out of his cloak–at the back of Spike’s head. Spike sensed the presence behind him and moved so quick that the goblins accidently hit each other with their own attacks.

The first goblin howled in pain as the wooden club smashed against his head, making trickles of purple blood flow down his face. The second goblin screamed as he realized he had just been stabbed in the abdomen by his own gang mate. They were about to yell at each other but fell silent when Spike showed back up and grabbed both by their heads, only to smash them into each other with enough force to knock them out. They would probably die if they didn’t receive medical attention later.

“You forgot about me, moron!” the third goblin yelled as he raised his hatchet while Spike’s back was turned. Just as he brought it down, Spike turned around and caught the blade with a single hand. He held the axe firmly before staring into the eyes of his goblin assailant.

“If you’re gonna kill someone….look them in the eye while you do it,” he said in a dark voice. the goblin’s eyes shrank to the size of pinpricks before he noticed Spike had one of his glocks pointed at him. Before he could utter another word, Spike unloaded an entire clip into him, making him fall dead.

“Hmm, that takes care of that,” Spike said as he put his guns away. It was then that he realized that something was definitely off. He had found five goblins, but he didn’t see any hobgoblins. Hobgoblins were the leaders of goblin gangs. If you found a bunch of goblins without a leader, it was most likely because that wasn’t the whole gang, only a small part of it. It was also likely that there was still a substantial number of goblins left. The only question is, ‘How many?’

“Hey!” Spike yelled as he noticed the first goblin he rendered unconscious had awoken and was trying to crawl away. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, grabbing him by the neck and pinning him up against the wall.

“Fuck off, you royal pain! You don’t know what you’re messing with,” the goblin barked as purple blood rushed down his face.

“I’m messing with a gang of Spider-man movie rejects who don’t have the balls to pick a fight with someone who can challenge them,” Spike replied.

“Heh, wait till the rest of my gang hears about this. They’ll teach you not to mess with us. You‘ll see.”

“The rest of your gang, huh? Gee, you‘re right. Wait till they hear about this. I’ll be in some serious trouble. Say, could you point me in their direction, so I can go kiss their asses and tell them I‘m sorry?” Spike asked sarcastically.

“You’ll never get me to talk, you piece of human trash,” the goblin said defiantly.

“You’re right, I won’t. But I know some people who will,” Spike replied as his motorcycle pulled up behind him. He walked over to it and touched the communication button to call the princess.

“Hello, Spike. Was your mission a success?” Luna asked as her figure appeared once again on the screen.

“Yes Princess, but I’m afraid the problem may be bigger than we thought. There might be more goblins on the loose, so I need the three that I spared to be interrogated,” Spike explained.

“I see….contain them and head back. We should deal with this now before things get worse.”

“Right,” Spike said as he reached into his belt and pulled out a small box.

“What is that?” the goblin asked as Spike dragged him next to his fellow goblins that were still unconscious.

“This is a MCB, or Monster Condensation Box. In other words, you and your friends are going to grow even closer to each other in here.”

“But it’s the size of a Rubik’s Cube.”

“Why do you think the ‘C’ stands for Condensation?” Spike said, opening the box which revealed a bright light from within. The light sucked in the trio off goblins in a flash. With two of them being unconscious, only one was left to scream in horror as he and his friends were swallowed up.

“Now that that’s over, I’m heading back Princess,” Spike said.

“Very well, but hurry back. We must discover where those other goblins are located. See you when you return,” Luna responded before she disappeared from the holographic screen.

Spike mounted his bike, preparing to ride back to the outskirts of the city. Luna’s guards would be waiting there to teleport him back to Canterlot. No doubt she would send a few more here to clean up the two goblin corpses before any civilians see them. As Spike took off down the road, he failed to notice the figure watching him from the shadows.

Spike raced through the streets–his mind focused on his next move–when suddenly, someone seemingly materialized out of thin air and onto the street. The figure threw a leg out right infront of his bike, making it crash and sending its rider flying head first into a car, smashing the front window to pieces.

“What…the….hell,” Spike groaned as he lifted himself up from out of the shattered car and back onto his feet.

“You, green haired fellow. Are you the one called, ‘Master Drake?’” a prim snobbish voice inquired as Spike walked and stretched himself back into fighting condition.

“Who said that?” Spike asked as he turned around to see a young man standing before him. He was around Spike's age with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was also wearing a black suit with dress shoes. The condescending gaze in his eyes showed that he heavily looked down on Spike.

“Answer my question first, you lowlife bottom feeder! My time is precious and I don’t have much of it as it is. I just wish to find my cousin and get out of this filthy hole of a city,” the young man said.

‘Damn, and I thought Blueblood was an asshole,’ Spike thought before answering the male. “Yes, I am the one called Master Drake.”

“Well then, perhaps you know the whereabouts of my cousin? His name is Furry Gore, a werewolf. I have been sent to find him,” he explained.

“Oh no you don’t, jackoff! You answer my question, NOW!” Spike demanded, regaining his composure.

“Very well. Be grateful that I will allow such an inferior creature such as yourself to know my name. I am Fang Gore, a member of the illustrious House of Gore, and one of the heirs to the throne of my uncle, who’s name shall not be spoken,” he said dramatically.

“Okay.”

“Okay what, simpleton?”

“Okay. Now that I know your name, I can get to ass kicking,” Spike said cracking his knuckles.

“Ha! Don’t make me laugh mortal! I don’t want to sully my hands with the blood of an inferior species. Besides, you haven’t answered my previous question.”

“Oh, that werewolf? It’s funny you should ask since I have him right here,” Spike said, reaching into his pocket.

“What are you babbling on about? You can’t have him in your pocke-” Fang stopped dead in his tracks as Spike pulled out a combat knife, the end of which was fused with a claw…a werewolf claw. “You, killed him?”

“Well, I am a monster hunter so…..yeah.”

“I see. Well, although I can agree that he was rather vile and that I would have done it myself eventually, I cannot allow this to go unpunished. Have at thee!” he yelled, putting up his dukes.

“Heh, take it easy pretty boy. You don’t wanna-”

*WHAM!*

Spike couldn’t finish his sentence as a right hook from the vampire sent him flying into the air. While he was soaring, the vampire flew ahead of him and punched in the other direction, sending him back the way he came. The vampire flew just above him before delivering a blow to his stomach, sending him crashing to the ground so hard it left a crater in the pavement.

“That should be enough. Ugh, I hope I didn’t dirty my gloves with his blood,” the vampire said, preparing to walk off. But before he got too far, he heard something from behind him.

“Hey Fang chump!” A voice shouted, making the vampire turn around. He looked to see Spike standing in the crater. Dirty, but looking like all he experienced was an inconvenient fall.

“How did you survive that, you cockroach?!” Fang asked enraged.

“I’m not as fragile as the rest of your probably weak victims. I was born to take hits like that and keep on moving. Now it’s my turn to give you a taste of pain,” Spike said, pulling out his glocks and unloading into the vampire. Fang took several steps backs from the force of the shots, but his wounds healed quickly before he regained his snobbish composure.

“Is that all? Disappointing. If you won’t be a challenge...” Fang said, getting in Spike’s face in a flash, “...then I should just end you right here. Consider yourself lucky I allowed you this close to me for your final moments.”

“No, consider yourself unlucky I have this sunlight grenade.”

“Sunlight what?” Fang asked, looking down to see a bright yellow ball with a button on top. He realized what was inside and looked up to see Spike wearing a pair of shades and chuckling.

“Oh fuck m-ahh!” Fang screamed as Spike pushed the button, unleashing a torrent of sunlight into the surrounding area. He screamed as he fell to the ground, his body slowly disintegrating bit by bit. He looked up at Spike, determinedly shouting out his last words. “You fool! You don’t know what you’ve done! The House of Gore will have your head on a platter! They will avenge me!”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Spike declared, pulling out Barb and firing an explosive round straight into the vampire’s head, finishing him off. “Damn, Barb! That was awesome! I think I’m in love with you,” Spike said, admiring his gun until a thought hit him.

‘The House of Gore, why does that name send a chill up my spine?’ Spike thought.

Meanwhile, in a dark room, a figure watched as Spike stood there, waiting for his backup to arrive. The figure chuckled before muttering in a deep, raspy voice.

“Hmhmhmhmhm...let the games begin……” �X����

Monster Hunting Hangover. (Edited)

“For many years, it was believed that Monsters were much like animals: beasts who roam around looking for food, territory and mates (with the exception of the more humanoid monster species). Later on however, it was discovered that most, if not all, monster species live in houses. When it comes to the family hierarchy of monsters, they’re basically set up in the exact same way as that of a human’s. The eldest member of the family usually takes position as head of the family due to being the patriarch or matriarch of the family; otherwise, the family would choose either the strongest or smartest to take command in order to ensure the survival of the family’s bloodline. While this set-up increases the chances of bloodline’s continuation, it also brings about serious conflict between not just them and humanity, but other monster houses as well.

Monster houses, like animal groupings, are always going to consist of the same exact species of monster. Not even a particular subspecies will be allowed to group with any other subspecies of the same kind of monster. For example, a house of werewolves will be made up of only werewolves, and no other were-type creature, such as werehyenas (a.k.a. laughing wolves), will be allowed to have any stake in their same family. Needless to say, the rejection would be even worse for a completely different kind of monster altogether, like vampires.

In recent years however, a sharp decline has been noticed in monster activity. The number of monster houses has been lessening and it is believed that in a short time all monster activity will cease completely, along with the probable near extinction of monsters as a whole...”

“If that’s true, then what am I doing here?” Spike asked himself, closing yet another book on the history of monster legends. “Damn it. That’s the fifth book I’ve checked, and it’s telling me the exact same thing as the others! But that can’t be, that vampire said he and the werewolf from the night before were in the same family,” he said to himself in frustration.

Last night had been a little less enjoyable than he had hoped. First he and Princess Luna spent hours interrogating those goblins about things like their numbers, their hideout’s location, and if they had any other plans to steal from anywhere else. That turned out to be huge waste of time because no matter how much they tried to get the answers out of them, they refused to talk willingly. Luna, however, was in the process of preparing a potion to try and rip what they want to know from their very minds, like a tearing a piece of paper.

’Man, what a woman,’ Spike thought to himself.

*Groan*

Speaking of women.

“Well good afternoon, sleepy head. Looks like you’re the one who slept in today, huh?” Spike asked rhetorically to the Princess of Friendship, who was currently walking in while holding her forehead in pain from a hangover.

“Morning, Spi-wait! Afternoon! Oh no, I’ve missed out on a bunch of work and meetings and I’m already way behind schedule and-ow!” Twilight cried in pain as her self-induced panic attack only served to make her pains worse.

“Calm down, Twi. I had a feeling this would happen, so I took the liberty of clearing your schedule for the day and moving every meeting to a more convenient time,” Spike said with a small smile.

“Really?! Thanks Spike, you’re a life saver,” Twilight said, walking over and hugging the green haired young man.

“No problem, Twi. You know your happiness is my number one priority,” Spike replied, hugging her back briefly before trying to pull away. However, Twilight only held him closer, placing her head beneath his chin.

“Spike...I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?”

“Sorry for the way I have been treating you lately. I push you to do all this work and you get it done perfectly and on time without any complaints, yet when you choose to take a break, I call you lazy,” Twilight said with her voice slightly cracking.

“Twi, don’t even worry about it. That’s just a part of living with you. I’m use to it by now. And you know what?, I don’t care if you keep doing it or not, ’cause I know deep down you value me just as I value you,” Spike finished with a smile, returning the warm hug back to his closest friend.

“Oh Spike, I truly don’t deserve you.” Twilight pressed herself deeper into his warm chest.

“No Twi, no you don’t,” Spike replied, eliciting a pinch from Twilight to which he just chuckled.

Twilight continued to press herself deeper into that firm chest of his; she found it unfair that his grasp was this comfortable. She inhaled his scent, which smelled like a freshly printed book, her favorite smell. She found herself looking up into his eyes; those reptilian, emerald green orbs seemed to penetrate her very soul. She soon found herself going limp. She could feel his warm breath hitting her face and his heart rate increasing along with hers.

Spike wasn’t sure what was happening. One second, he was giving an innocent hug to his best friend, the next, he seemed to be entranced by her looks, her cute face, her long hair. His hands began to slip down her back almost on instinct. He could feel her curvy hourglass figure through the night gown she still wore. Then his gaze shifted to her lips. He couldn’t help but wonder what they tasted like. His head began to make a slow, almost agonizing descent toward those lips. Her violet eyes disappeared under her eyelids in preparation for the much anticipated contact, and Spike’s fluttered closed as well before…

“Hey Spike, is there something to eat?!” a very familiar voice cried out as it seemed to approach to library. Twilight and Spike snapped out of their trances and let go of each other as if the other were made of fire. “Hello? Spike?! Twilight?! where are- oh, there you two are!” Starlight said, entering the room. She noticed the red faces of her roommates and raised a brow before asking, “What happened in here?”

Twilight and Spike quickly collected their bearings from confusion–or, in Twilight’s case, anger at the interruption–and tried to come up with an excuse.

“Oh, uh, Twilight walked in while I was going through some pictures of the female anatomy,” Spike said off the top of his head, but mentally cursed himself when he realized that made him sound like a pervert and a giant weirdo. He prepared for a response of revulsion or something, but instead…..she giggled, and loudly at that.

“Oh silly Spike, if you wanted to know about something like that, you should have just asked me,” she said, closing the distance between them and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I would have let you seen everything you wanted to know.”

Once again, Spike found himself in the same situation he was in moments ago but with a different girl, one that was flaunting herself right up against him at that.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Twilight said, maintaining her cool this time and getting in between the two. “You said you wanted something to eat right? I’m sure Spike has something ready for us,” Twilight continued.

“Uh, yeah. I have some jelly donuts in the kitchen. Your coffee should be ready, too,” Spike said pointing to the exit that lead to the kitchen.

“Donuts? Cool, I’d love some. Thanks, Spike,” Starlight said, exiting the room.

“Yeah, thank you, Spike. But could you go with something a little more healthy next time? I really have to watch my…..figure,” Twilight said in a tantalizing tone with a half lidded look while rubbing her curves from top to bottom. Then she left the room with a sway of her hips as she wiggled her figure in a seductive manner, enticing him to follow.

“What have I done……?”

Sweet Apple Acres

It had been an odd couple of days for Big Macintosh, and it only seemed to be getting stranger. What’s worse is it wasn’t because of what was happening around him, but because of the stuff that he had been doing. A few days ago, if Winona had come up to him and started licking his face and rubbing against him, he would have pet her vigorously and returned the affection in the way an owner shows a pet affection. Now however, he started….licking back……and every time she would pounce on him, he would feel the way he usually felt when he and Sugarbelle spent the night together. Unfortunately, it didn’t end there. He was eating more, sweating less, and growing hairier, which was a pain to keep shaving off. Before, whenever it got hot, he would usually sweat like a pig and be forced to take off his shirt. Now, his tongue would hang from his mouth and move feverishly back and forth. The only good thing that he can honestly say has happened lately was that the wound he got from that dog had healed completely. All that was left was a small scar. Well, maybe not the only good thing…

“And that oughta do it,” Mac said to himself, lifting his thirtieth consecutive box of apple cider and placing it in a truck in preparation for its delivery to Appaloosa. He was surprised that he was able to lift so much and get it all done so quickly. Even by his standards, this should have taken a while.

“Hey Mac, are ya already done with the cider crates?” Applebloom asked, walking up behind her big brother.

“Eeyup,” he responded.

“Great, cause Granny Smith is done with dinner. She made-”

“Spaghetti and meatballs with a side of…*sniff* mashed potatoes,” Mac finished for her.

“Yeah….exactly…..and an-”

“Apple pie…*sniff*…*sniff* fresh out of the oven,” Mac said rubbing his stomach as a deeper than usual grumbling sound came from it.

“H-how did yah know that?”

“What are ya still standing there for? Let’s go eat!”

Applebloom turned around to see Mac was already a decent distance away from her. But how was that possible? She had only closed her eyes for a second, and now he was all the way over there. And furthermore, how did he know what was cooking? They were nowhere near the house or barn.

“Um, yeah…Ah’m right behind yah.”

Canterlot Castle

– ’ “ ”

“TELL US WHAT WE NEED TO KNOW, NOW!” Luna screamed using the Royal Canterlot Voice.

“Okay, okay….what you need to know is....that dress makes you look fat! Hahahahahaha!” One of the captured goblins from the night before laughed his head off, mocking the Princess of the Night. Little did he know that his laughter would turn to screaming soon.

Princess Luna simply gave a deadpan look. She had subjected these goblins to so much in the past few hours that two of them had passed out. She let them sleep because in just a little while they would be begging to be woken up.

“I’m warning you, if you don’t talk now, I’ll see to it that your screaming later,” she said, looking down to the three remaining goblins all tied up to chairs, including the one which looked up at her and laughed.

“Princess Luna, the N.M.F. is ready,” one of her guards said, walking into the small room to inform the princess.

“Excellent. How much?” she asked, looking back at the guard.

“One full gas tank, as per your instruction, Your Highness,” the guard answered, looking toward the Princess.

“Very good. Bring it all in here, please.”

“As you wish,” the guard responded, taking his leave and walking out of the room.

“Heh. N.M.F.? What’s that? Another fancy potion of yours? I’d have thought after the last 50 failed attempts that you would clearly see that we are pretty damn resistant to potions,” the goblin sneered.

“Hmhmhmhm...oh yes, you goblins have proved to be quite resilient, I grant you that. But this is something that I can say for sure will work.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. You see, the only way to build resistance to this particular potion is to spend many hours exposed to it and build an immunity, and the only person who has ever done that was the handsome young man from last night. You remember him, don’t you? He’s the one who smashed your teeth in,” Luna said with a grin. However, her smile faltered slightly as she remembered the hours her poor Spike spent inhaling this substance in order to rid himself of fear. He really was the bravest man she knew.

“Oh yeah, that asshole. Well, I don’t care what you throw at us! We can take it, right boys?!” he yelled to his two conscious comrades.

“Yeah! We are unstoppable,” yelled one of his comrades, though he was not really sure what the other was talking about.

“Princess, here is the N.M.F.,” the guard said upon his return. He and a second guard rolled in a large, silver gas tank with the bio-hazard symbol on it.

N.M.F., otherwise known as “Nightmare Fuel,” was a special chemical gas that Luna and the Night Guard had worked hard to create. The main component of the gas came from dark energy that had been strained out of Nightmares. However, while this energy is as common in the Dream Realm as water is in the real world, attempting to bring it out into the real world is a tiresome and time consuming job. Nevertheless, by turning it into a controllable form of gas, Luna and her guard had managed to raise the effectiveness of the dark energy by 50%.

“So this is the stuff?” the goblin in the middle asked.

“Yes, yes it is,” Luna said, laying a hand on the grey tank. It was about a head shorter in height than herself.

“Hmph. What’s it gonna, do send us on a trip?” the goblin on the left asked.

“You could say that….it shall put you in state between consciousness and sleep,” Luna clarified.

“Seriously? I woke up just be put back to sleep? That’s bullshit,” one goblin commented.

“We’ll see what you have to say about it in a few seconds…..if you’re not too busy screaming,” Luna said with a smirk.

“Princess, shall we begin gassing the room?” one of the two guards asked.

“Yes, begin.”

“What? You and your man whores aren’t gonna put on any masks?”

“Do not concern yourselves with us. My guards and I are immune to its effects due to prolonged exposure to the Dream Realm and the energies found within. You lot, on the other hand, are very much in trouble.”

“Do your worst,” the middle goblin said.

“You’re going to regret saying that,” Luna said as the guard turned the valve on the gas tank. A blue gas began to seep into the room, quickly spreading around and filling the confined space. Luna and her guards remained calm and breathed easily. The goblins stared dubiously at the growing cloud of gas as it surrounded them, expecting the worst to follow suit. But when they didn’t get an immediate result, they scoffed.

“Ha! Is this the best you can do? It barely makes….me…cough,” one goblin said before everything started to go blurry.

“Yeah! You chumps could never get us to talk….you…asses,” another goblin said before experiencing the same thing.

“Bwahahahahahah…ha..hahah…ha,” the third goblin laughed before he met the same fate.

The goblin on the right suddenly found himself trapped and alone in a dark room. He looked around, but there was no one else around except him. The only source of light that was illuminating the room was a flickering florescent lightbulb. Suddenly, he felt something crawl up his leg.

“Ah! What the fuck?! Spider!” he yelled as he swatted away the small creature into the darkness. No sooner had he gotten rid of the pest, another one began crawling up his leg, only this one was even bigger than the last. He slapped this one away as well, but then another took its place, scampering quickly up his leg. And then another one. And another one. And even more soon after, each one slightly larger than the last.

“Ahhh…What the fuck is going ON?!” The goblin desperately tried to knock all the creepy crawlers off his body. Suddenly, the room was lit up by many more florescent lights, revealing the size of the room to be much larger than he expected. His eyes grew wide with shock, though not at the size of the room, but at all its little fuzzy inhabitants. He began to scream bloody murder as he noticed that the floor and ceiling–save for the lights–were completely covered up by the eight-legged horrors. The humungous tide of arachnids began making its way toward him and crawling up his body. The goblin desperately slapped himself anywhere his hands could reach, staining his clothes and skin with the blood of the hairy arachnids. But soon, it became far too much to bear as he realized that he was up to his chest in spiders. He could feel them moving into his pants, his shirt, and even his underwear. Things became much worse when they started biting. All over his body, he felt the stinging pain of their fangs and the venom running through his veins.

“OH, GODS! STOP! PLEASE, STOP! SOMEBODY, HELP ME! AHHH....!!!” he screamed. These would be his final words as he was finally consumed by the black mass of spiders.

Meanwhile, in the mind of the goblin on the left, he found himself inside a rain forest. He looked around and saw nothing until he heard movement behind him. He turned around to see a snake slithering its way down a tree. A clench of fear struck his chest hard at the sight of his worst fear. He backed off until he hit the tree behind him.

“Huh?” he said as he looked up and noticed yet another snake on the tree behind him. He quickly moved to the side, but he tripped and fell backwards on what he thought was a root, until he got up and noticed an even larger snake. This one was twice his size with a hungry, predatory look on its face.

“W-W-Wait! No, I’m not very nutritious! Please don’t eat me!” he screamed, frantically crawling backwards away from the giant snake, only to end up falling off the edge of what apparently was the side of a mountain. He tumbled end over end, smashing his head against rocks, entangling his body in vines, thorns of cactuses and sharp rocks scraping and piercing his skin until he hit the bottom of a seemingly endless drop.

“*Groan*Aw dammit, that hur-Ahhhhhhh!” he screamed as he the ground beneath him gave way to a cave that was under his feet.

*Splat!*

He landed hard upon the cave floor. His body was in the most severe pain he had ever experienced. He could feel the sores, cuts, bruises, and wounds he sustained, and he groaned at the intense pain that seemed to flood every nerve of his body as he moved only a few inches out of place.

“Fuck, that hurt. Well, at least there are no more snakes around,” he said to himself gladly. He got up and looked around the cave. The only light he had was the sunlight coming in from the hole that he made in the cave ceiling. He took one step forward and stood on something long, scaly and alive. He pulled his foot back and stumbled back until he tripped, ignoring the pain shooting up his spine.

“No! Not again!” He suddenly felt something else crawling up on him. He looked back to see that he was in a pit filled with nothing but the slithery, disgusting creatures that haunted his dreams.

“No!No!No!-AHHHHHH!!!” he screamed as they began to cover him like a multi-colored blanket of highly deadly menaces. His screams continued to grow louder and more pain-filled as they draped his body in their underbellies, until finally, he was completely muffled and disappeared under the drape of his most dreaded fear.

At the same time, the center goblin was also beginning to experience the effects of the terror toxin. For several seconds, all he could see was the black void of his mind. An unnerving silence filled the air in a way that was both deafening and quiet at the same time. He shut his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again that he would be safe, that this all wasn’t real, and that he wasn’t really in a completely blackened room.

He got his wish. The next time he opened his eyes, he was no longer in complete darkness, but neither was he back in the interrogation room. Instead, he was in a cramped and compact room somewhat illuminated by a bright light from above. Two iron doors stood nearby, one on either side of him. Both led into adjacent dark hallways with no sign of any light.

As he scanned his environment, he froze up when he looked down at himself. A chill ran up his spine as he realized that he was wearing a security guard’s uniform. The sudden sound of movement broke him out of his fear-induced trance, making him shoot his eyes up towards the left door. A cold sweat began to flow down his back as he rescanned the room. He noticed three buttons: one for the security cameras, and one for each of the iron doors. He also discovered a light switch above each of the door buttons; he pressed the left light switch and the left hallway instantly lit up with white fluorescent light.

The goblin’s eyes grew wide with shock and an icy grip of fear wrapped around his heart, making his chest burn with anxiety. Just outside the iron door–staring back at him with large, empty eyes–stood an animatronic robot, a bunny with sharpened iron teeth, a dark blue body that was completely metallic, and a look that said, “I’m coming for you.”

“Oh shit! Nononononono!” he screamed as he slammed his fist on the door button hard enough for it to crack the counter it was on. The iron door came from above, separating him from the robotic bunny and simultaneously blocking off the entrance to the room completely.

“Phew, that was a close one,” he said, wiping the sweat off his brow. He activated the camera to look around what seemed to be a restaurant of some sort that was completely abandoned. He clicked camera button, moving from screen to screen until he came across an absolutely bone chilling sight. Another one of the animatronics was close by, this one resembling a yellow chicken wearing a bib, and it appeared to be close to the right door. He looked away from the camera and hit the right light switch. The monstrous robot bird was just outside the door, gazing through a nearby window. Without a second thought, his hand moved faster than a sonic rainboom to the door button, slamming the iron door shut.

“Okay, okay, I think I’m safe,” he said, looking at the watch on his wrist. It read 5:58 A.M. and both doors were shut, so there was nothing to worry about. Nothing, that is, until....

The lights in the room suddenly shut off completely, followed closely by the sound of power leaving the entire grid filling his ears. His chest was once again gripped with a sense of overwhelming dread and terror. *Clang!* *Clang!* The iron doors suddenly flew up, leaving the exits wide open. Not a few seconds later, the sound of his greatest fear chimed just outside the door, a jingle that has remained in his mind since the day its melodiously menacing sounds touched his ears......the Carmen Overture, “Toreador.”

“Oh god no. He’s here. Please, I’m so close, just two more measly minutes. Don’t let it end like this,” he whispered as two flickering, glowing eyes suddenly showed themselves within the darkness. The suspense itself nearly made him collapse. “PLEASE, NO! DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN! AHHHHH!!!”

“Incredible. I’ve heard that the Nightmare Fuel had devastating effects, but seeing what it does to those vulnerable to it in person...I shudder to think what would happen if it fell into the wrong hands,” one of Luna’s night guards said aloud, watching as all three goblins writhe in fear in the chairs they were chained to. They all had their eyes shut tightly, drooled excessively, and twitched and shook while whispering unaudible words and sentences.

“Yes. Well, worry not. The only other supply of N.M.F. is currently with Spike. I recommended that he hold onto a full bottle of the gas in the event of an emergency. Not to mention he’s the only other person who knows how to make it,” Luna said.

“An entire bottle? How does he carry it around?” a night guard asked.

“He usually keeps the total portion attached to his belt to utilize when he requires dealing a serious blow to an opponent’s psychological state,” Luna explained.

“I hope he knows what he’s doing. If this substance were to get out into the public’s hands, then the consequences would be dire,” the other guard said.
“Believe me, no one knows that better than Spike. After all, he exposed himself to its effects whenever I trained him in the dream realm.”

“He exposed himself to this? On purpose?! How is he still sane?”

“I have asked myself that question many times. The only answer I could come up with is that his mental strength is simply superior to that of most men. His will is without a doubt, unbreakable.”

Castle of Friendship

’Oh man, I don’t know how much longer I can take this,’ Spike thought to himself as he looked up from the book he brought with him into the kitchen. Before his very eyes, Starlight and Twilight were each in nothing but their underwear after the temperature went up. Spike, being a dragon-blooded himself, wasn’t really effected by the heat and hadn’t taken any clothes off……yet. ’How did it even come to this? One second, everything was normal, the next, the heat goes up a bit and these two start competing for who can take the most clothes off.’

“Hey Spike, what are you reading this time?” Starlight asked, taking a seat next to him in her light purple bra and panties. While most women would try to preserve some measure of modesty in front of a male, Twilight and Starlight were both comfortable with Spike seeing them in their underwear because they had known him for so long…..sure, that’s why.

“Oh, um, you know, just some stuff you wouldn’t be interested in. I’m sure ladies as smart as you two would not want to hear about something as ridiculous this,” he replied nervously.

“Oh don’t worry, Spike. If you’re still curious about the female physique, I’d be more than happy to show you right now. After all, I can teach you so much more than any book can,” she said seductively. Usually, Spike wouldn’t be heavily affected by her flirting, but right now, she was damn near naked and that was throwing off his focus.

“That won’t be necessary, Starlight,” Twilight said, taking Spike’s other side. “Spike doesn’t need you to get involved; he can learn all on his own. And besides, if he ever does want some help, I’ll be more than happy to give him a lesson in whatever. He. Wants.” she finished, pressing herself into his side, her indigo bra clad chest pressing against him.

’Okay, okay, no need to panic. Just focus on what the book is saying, alright? Don’t think about their incredibly soft jugs rubbing up against you, just read the book…….’ Spike thought, turning his attention back to the book.

At this point, however, he had already finished the book and was now just reading the book’s identification sticker. Surprisingly, the book didn’t belong to the Castle of Friendship’s library…..

“Huh. ’This book is property of: The Baltimare Library,’” Spike read softly to himself before turning to Twilight, who just sat there giving him a dreamy look. She loved Spike’s thinking face. “Hey Twi, this book isn’t from here. It says it’s from The Baltimare Library.”

“WHAT!” she yelled in shock, sending Starlight and Spike stumbling back. “Oh no! This book was on loan, and the due date for return is today!”

’Hmmm…if that book came from the Baltimare Library, then maybe it has some more info about this whole House of Gore anomaly. Maybe they have a history on them, too,’ Spike thought as he observed his panicking friend.

“Hey Twi, I could go deliver that for you. I wouldn’t mind going to Baltimare since I’ve never been there before,” he lied.

Spike had actually been there a few times and even knew the exact address of the library. The last time he had been there, it was to deal with their literal monster rat problem. Spike shivered at the memory of that night. He hadn’t eaten cheese ever since.

“Really?! Thanks, Spike. Are you sure you can handle yourself on your own? I’d go, but I have a meeting in Canterlot today.”

“Yeah, and today I’m gonna visit my hometown with Trixie,” Starlight said.

“Girls, it’s no problem. I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t know Spike….” Twilight said skeptically.

“Twi, you should know by now that I can take care of myself. For goodness sake, I take care you, Twilight! Not the other way around,” Spike reminded her.

“Well….okay, but stay safe Spike. I could never forgive myself if you were ever put in any danger,” Twilight said, hugging Spike.

“Don’t worry, Twi. As long as you’re around, I doubt I’ll see the day I put myself in danger. I’m gonna go pack some stuff for the road,” Spike said as he began walked to his room. As Spike entered his room, he changed out of the white tank top and purple shorts he was wearing to a pair of dark blue jeans, purple and green sneakers, a purple T-shirt, and a black leather jacket with white shoulders and a dark purple hood.

“I should pack some snacks.” Spike walked over to his black snack backpack and looked inside to see he still had some chips, a few cans of soda and a bottle of what he thought was blue berry flavored juice. He was about to close it until something caught his eye. To the left on his table he saw his twin butterfly knives.

“Wow, what are these doing out? If Twilight had come in here to clean and saw them, she would flip her shit. Wait! What am I saying? Twilight never cleans,” Spike chucked, looking down at the. Then, something told him to take them, even if he wasn’t on the clock. “Maybe I should pack them. As the saying goes, ’better to have them and not need them, than to need them and not have them,’” he said, packing them in his bag.

“Alright Twi, I got the book and I’m heading out!” he yelled, exiting the castle.

“Alright Spike, please stay out of danger!”

“No promises.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing, bye!” Spike said, leaving the castle in a rush.

Spike strolled through the streets of Ponyville toward the train station. On his way there, he heard someone call out his name, so he turned around to see Applebloom walking towards him. She was wearing her blue overalls over a red shirt and blue shoes.

“Hey Spike," she greeted.

“Hey AB, what’s up?” he greeted.

“Nothing much. Just working the apple cart with Big Mac,” she said, looking back at the cart, where Big Mac was actually panting like a dog instead of sweating.

“Uh, is Mac okay? He’s panting like a dog. I know it’s hot out, but humans are supposed to sweat when it’s hot,” Spike chuckled.

“Yeah, Ah don’t know what’s happenin’ to him. He’s been actin’ kinda strange for like, two days now,” Applebloom said.

“Well, I’m on my way to Baltimare. Twilight’s got a book that needs to be sent back today, or her oh-so perfect record will be ruined,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Wow. Baltimare, huh? Kind of a long trip, though. Want me to give ya some apple pie for the road?” she asked sweetly.

“Sure, that would be awesome,” he said, accepting her offer.

Applebloom walked back to the cart, got a slice of apple pie and brought it back for Spike wrapped up in some tinfoil.

“Here ya go, Spike. Made with extra love, just for you,” she said with a dreamy look on her face.

“Thanks Applebloom, it looks delicious,” Spike said, accepting it. “Well alright, AB. It was nice talking to you, but I got to go. Later,” Spike said, taking his leave. Before he left, Spike turned around to wave goodbye to Mac, but when he faced the eldest Apple sibling, Mac was scratching the back of his ear…..with his foot.

“Could Mac be a….nah” Spike said, brushing it off and walking to the train station.

One train ride later...

It had been a few hours since Spike disembarked from Ponyville, and he had finally arrived in Baltimare. He walked off the train and headed towards the city’s library. He passed by the park, where he dealt with those dreaded monster rats, and shivered.

“Ugh…I can still smell the cheese,” he muttered as he approached the library in the calm city. He rarely came here, but he was glad he didn’t have to. Baltimare was one of the cities that experienced the least amount of monster activity, and he knew it probably wouldn’t change anytime soon. At least, that’s what he hoped.

*BOOM!*

The sound of an explosion rang throughout the city. Spike looked in the direction of the explosion and saw a plume of smoke rising into the sky. As he recalled, that was same direction that as The Baltimare Central Bank. Seconds later, he heard what could only have been gunshots.

“Gunshots? That’s impossible. I’m the only person the Princesses allow to carry fire arms,” Spike said to himself, until he heard the chatter from a nearby radio. He approached the audio device to see if he could get some info on the situation.

“We interrupt your regularly scheduled music program to bring you this emergency broadcast. The Baltimare Central Bank is currently being robbed. The authorities can’t seem to get close to the bank because they are being forced back by what appear to be….guns. The robbers seem to be average in height, wearing black cloaks and have the faces of….goblins.....” ��D *����\�

The Terror By Spike (Edited)

“….I repeat, the Baltimare Central Bank is currently being robbed by a gang of about ten men. The culprits appear to be wearing makeup to give them the appearance of goblins. However, that’s not their most eye-catching feature. It seems that they are all apparently armed with guns! This, of course, is why local authorities can’t move in close enough to either rescue hostages or subdue the culprits...”

A small group of people had gathered around a radio placed on the edge of a window. The group were listening closely to the pressing news from the radio announcer. Among them was a familiar, green-haired monster hunter.

“Oh my, this isn’t good. This has never happened in Baltimare before,” one woman said.

“How on earth did they get guns? The princesses have always ensured firearms remain out of the country and out of reach,” one man said, folding his arms.

“Well, we can’t worry about that now. Instead, we have to focus on the fact that the city is gonna lose a lot of money.”

“Money? Forget about the money! Those people in the bank are in danger of losing their lives! Not only that, but those monsters can basically do whatever they want if they are allowed to keep those guns.” As the various members of the crowd continued to speculate how the robbery would affect the city, Spike listened closely and silently considered their words.

’Dammit, these people are right! if I don’t do something soon, those goblins are gonna turn Baltimare into their own personal playground,’ Spike thought before he felt a vibration in his pants pocket. He pulled out his phone and checked the caller ID. It was Princess Luna. He swiped to answer and held it to his ear.

“Hello? Luna?”

“Spike! Listen closely! We don’t have much time! I just finished interrogating the goblins you brought in the night before, and I found out some extremely crucial information. First of all, their-”

“Planning to rob the Baltimare Central Bank?” Spike asked, cutting her off.

“….Y-Yes, but how did you know?”

“That’s because it’s happening right now. I’m listening to the radio and apparently there are ten of them. They also have hostages...and, well…”

“Well what?”

“...they have guns.”

“WHAT!” Luna yelled, using the Royal Canterlot Voice and startling some of the people around Spike.

“Uh, heh-heh, sorry,” Spike awkwardly apologized to the crowd before they returned to listening to the radio.

“I apologize, Spike; I lost it for a second there. How did goblins get a hold of guns? My sister and I took precautions to ensure that the production and supply of these weapons were severely limited,” Luna said.

“Well, figuring out whatever they did to get those things is gonna have to wait. We have to focus on what they’re doing now. That’s more important.”

“I agree. Suit up and head for Baltimare; you’ll have to do this now,” Luna said.

“I’m already here.”

“Wha-how?!”

“Twilight sent me to return one of her books back to the library down here, but I was also looking for more info on the House of Gore. I figured I might have better luck finding some answers there since my efforts back home came up empty,” Spike explained.

“Well, are you at least armed?” Luna asked.

“I have my butterfly knives.”

“That’s all?!”

“Well yeah,” Spike said looking through his bag. “Unless you count some biscuits, chips and grape juice as weapo- wait….this isn’t grape juice, it’s….no way!” Spike said to himself as he realized what was in his bag.

“What is it Spike? Something useful?” Luna asked hopefully.

“Luna….you won’t believe it…..”

The Baltimare Central Bank

“Hey, did you clean out the safe?” a goblin in a black jumpsuit asked one of his partners who–like the rest of them–wore the same attire.

“Yeah, I got every last ounce of gold they had,” he replied smugly.

“That’s great, you two. Now how do we get the fuck out with the entire equestrian guard outside?” another goblin asked as he walked into the room.

“Can’t we just shoot them? There may only be ten of us, but we got hundreds of rounds.”

“If it were that easy, I’d be mowing them down right now,” he said gesturing to his AK-47. Each of his partners were carrying an identical gun with them as well.

“Well, why don’t we just use the hostages? Just take them with us and use them as meat shields,” he suggested, looking over to all the blindfolded people. They all shook in fear and huddled close together as they heard the goblins plan their next move. One mother clutched her child close, worrying for his life more than her own.

“We can’t take them with us, that would just make them even more determined to follow us. Not to mention the boss would no doubt get furious if we brought this human garbage back with us,” a goblin pointed out.

“Yeah, you’re right...oh, I got it! Let’s tell them to get as far away as possible from the bank, and if they aren’t as far as we want them to be in the next few minutes, we’ll start killing the hostages,” one of the goblins suggested.

“Ha! That’s such a good idea. I’m glad I thought of it,” the lead goblin said.

The lead goblin walked over to the crowd of hostages and began inspecting them closely. He knew that if this was going to work, they first needed to show the guard that they meant business. In light of that, he wanted to pick a hostage that would really get their point across, and get the humans to back down.

He stopped to think as his eyes lingered over a few of the elderly. At first, they seemed like the ideal choice, but then he changed his mind. Humans might have a soft spot when it comes to the elderly, but the wrinkly seniors practically had a foot in the grave already. Threatening one of them might not have as big an impact as he would like. So, he continued scanning the frightened crowd until his eyes landed on the perfect subject...a little boy nestled safely between his mother’s arms. Well, not for much longer.

“Ahhhh! Mommy!” the little boy cried out as he was suddenly ripped away from his mother’s arms.

“NOOO! Ddon’t take my son! PLEASE!!” the boy’s mother cried desperately. She tried to get up and grab after her son, but she was immediately knocked back down with a blow to the face by one of the goblins.

“Alright little boy, let’s go tell the royal guard hi,” the lead goblin said, forcefully dragging the boy by the arm towards the front of the bank. Once he and the child were visible to the guards, he kicked open the doors and pointed the gun at the boy’s head.

“ALRIGHT, YOU SORRY SONS OF BITCHES!!! LISTEN UP, ’CAUSE I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY.....!!!”

On a nearby rooftop...

It had taken some time to calm Luna down. She had been pretty disappointed in him for confusing her terror toxin with grape juice. However, she seemed to have been more concerned with the fact that he could have gotten hurt than accidently exposing anyone to it. Sure, he was immune to inhaling the drug, but who knows what could have happened if he had ingested it instead.

“Okay, now that that’s out of the way, let’s find a point of entry,” Spike said to himself, looking around until he spotted an air vent leading into the bank. “Bingo.” Spike jumped a few feet from the building he was on and landed perfectly on the Bank’s roof.

Spike was just about to enter when he heard ranting and crying coming from the front. He approached the edge of the roof and peered over the side, making sure to avoid attracting any unwanted attention. He came across the head goblin threatening the child with death. Fortunately, the local authorities were too distracted with this latest development to notice Spike. When the guards began to move away from the bank, Spike knew he had to act fast, or else risk these monsters getting away.

He quickly moved back to the vent, quietly opening it before crawling inside. He continued to crawl until he looked through one of the vent holes. He saw that two goblins were guarding the back part of the bank. He slipped on the purple hood of his leather jacket and pulled out a purple bandana to tie around his lower face.

“So, you think we’re gonna pull this off?” one goblin asked the other.

“We better, or the boss will have all our heads spiked,” the other replied.

“If anyone’s gonna “Spike” you guys, it’s gonna be me!”

The two goblins turned around swiftly to confront the source of the voice. They were prepared to fire their guns at the target, but they were unprepared for the swift movement of Spike’s butterfly knives slicing through their throats. Their bodies hit the floor dead, purple slime-like blood oozed from their slash marks slowly. Spike stood above the bleeding corpses, preparing to move on to the next targets, when he heard more voices approaching.

“Hey did you hear that?”

“Yeah, let’s go check it out.” Having heard the sound of the brief scuffle, two more goblins were running over to investigate.

“Aw dammit,” Spike cursed as he ran towards the door as fast as he could to intercept them. Suddenly, the door flew open and the goblins spotted the purple-clad intruder. They aimed their weapons and pulled the triggers, sending a storm of bullets towards Spike. But Spike successfully avoided the bullets, barely dodging the lead projectiles aimed at his head by mere inches. The rest hit the floor and ceiling, sending dust and debris flying everywhere.

“Oh shit, here he com-ahh!” one goblin yelled before Spike grabbed his forearm, pushed the gun harmlessly upwards, and sliced him in the jugular, killing him instantly. The other goblin couldn’t fire his gun out of fear of hitting his partner. But when he saw Spike eliminate said partner, he saw no point in holding back and opened fire at point blank range. However, Spike was so close to the armed goblin that he was able to successfully disarm him before jumping up high and bringing his elbow down–with earth shattering force–onto his collarbone. The collarbone broke it into several fragments, causing the goblin no shortage of excruciating pain. He screamed in agony, dropping his gun and grabbing onto his shoulder near the wound. His screams were cut off when Spike grabbed him by the neck and looked deep into his eyes with a cocky grin on his face.

“Twenty rounds a second, 800 rounds a minute, and you still couldn’t touch me!” he crowed before pushing the goblin down, picking up his dropped AK-47 and turning the machine gun on its former owner. Spike knew there was no point in trying to be subtle now. No doubt the other six goblins heard the gunshots and knew something was up. He only prayed that they hadn’t started killing hostages yet.

In the bank’s main lobby...

The lead goblin had just returned from stating his demands to the heavily armored battalions of troops outside. He felt that despite their guns, they had gravely miscalculated the determination and resilience of the local authorities, but that didn’t matter at the moment. What mattered was that they had agreed to his terms, so now he and his cohorts needed to make their escape. He was rounding up his men and about to call up the ones guarding the rear entrance when he heard the sound of gunfire, followed by the a scream of agony so loud and drawn out that even he thought he could feel the pain. It was so bad that he reflexively gripped his left shoulder, though he didn’t understand why. Finally, he heard the brief sound of gunfire once more, followed by an eerie silence. He regained his composure and began to issue orders to his six remaining subordinates.

“Alright, everyone, lock-n-load! On my signal, unleash hell!” he cried as he held his arm up, waiting for the right moment to fire. The hostages bunched up together, save for the little boy who was still in the clutches of the goblin leader. The goblins stood completely still, waiting for the slightest movement so they had a reason to tear those doors to shreds. For a few moments nothing happened, and they began to let their guards down as they waited for their commander’s next order.

“Uh…boss…? What do w-”

“Put down the guns,” a calm, monotone voice said.

The mysterious voice came from just beyond the closed doors that lead into the hall, the source of the entire ruckus that was heard. This sent the goblins right back on the defensive. They stood stiffly facing the doors, pointing there guns towards it with their fingers held tensely against the triggers. As they prepared to tear the doors apart, only the sheer curiosity of the commanding goblin kept them from firing. He signaled for his underlings to hold their fire while he continued to face the doors.

“Who’s there?” he asked.

“Put down the guns…now, and leave,” the voice commanded again.

“Heh…or else what?” he taunted.

“Or else you and your gang of goblin trash will die….” the voice replied.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to be making threats. Even if you killed my guards back there, I know they probably emptied out all their ammo trying to kill you. Not to mention that I got six guys out here with enough ammo to blow you to kingdom come, so why don’t you just step out?” He waited for response, but none came. He took offense to that. “So that’s how it is, huh? Coward. Alright, boys...!” he called out to goblins behind him.

“Yeah?” the responded in unison.

“Light him up!”

And Just like that, all hell broke loose. The six goblin underlings opened fire on the two closed doors leading into the hallway. As the doors–and their hinges–were completely made of iron, they stayed in place due to their weight. However, that didn’t stop them from looking like Swiss cheese when the shooting started. After what seemed like an eternity of hellfire from the gang of heavily armed goblins, the commanding goblin gave them the order to hold their fire. He stood in place while observing the door, satisfied with the results and believing the owner of the voice to be dead.

He was about to order his men to disperse, but then he heard what sounded like a bottle breaking and saw a bluish smoke start seeping through the holes of the iron doors. Suddenly, a young man with a purple hood over his head slowly stepped out from the smoke. He had a purple bandana covering the bottom half of his face, wore a black and white leather jacket, and wielded two butterfly knives. But his most disturbing feature was his glowing, green, draconic eyes, which creeped the fuck out of the goblins who were seemingly petrified by his looks.

“I warned you, now you’re gonna have to face the music!” he bellowed as he dove back into the smoke. The goblins just stood and watched, guns pointed towards the smoke and ready to fire. But no one was willing to be the first to start shooting as they were frightened by the youth’s frightful appearance and threat. Eventually, the goblin captain ordered one of the others to investigate.

“Hey, go get him!” he ordered the nearest goblin.

“Why me?” the goblin whined.

“Just go, or I’ll really give you something to be scared about!” he threatened.

“Fine,” the other goblin relented as he walked cautiously towards the open doors where blue smoke was just pouring out. If he listened closely, he could hear some of his fellow goblins’ murmurings. “Don’t go in there!” “No, don’t go in there.” “He’s gonna kill your punkass!” But now the goblin was only a few feet away from the doors. He tried to look into the hall without getting close to the smoke. When he couldn’t see any movement, he believed that the person had made his escape.

“Hey, it looks good,” he said, turning back to the other goblins. “I think this guy ra-aahhhhhh!! he screamed as a pair of large, scaly, purple, and clawed hands came from behind him and pulled him into the smoke.

Immediately, all the other goblins in the room–except the commander–opened fire in an attempt to eradicate whatever beast was hiding in the mist with no regard to the goblin that was just pulled in. It was only after their commander yelled for them to stop that they halted their assault and observed their surroundings. The lobby was filling up with smoke, not to the point where they couldn’t see each other, but instead it just hung low to the ground.

They heard footsteps coming from the hallway and returned their attention to the doors. What they saw made them freeze on the spot. What was once a tall, broad-shouldered, young man wearing normal clothes, was now a literal eight foot tall dragon with dark purple scales wearing nothing but a pair of torn black shorts. His knives were now a pair of curved sickles attached to chains, and he was giving them a stare so cold that it almost made them want to drop dead.

“I warned you, now you’re gonna to have to face your fears,” he said in a louder, raspier, inhuman voice. What was worse was that his lips didn’t move at all. Instead, when he spoke, an ominous green light would shine brighter in his slightly opened mouth, which bore all those razor sharp teeth that gleamed like polished swords. The figure of his upper torso was broad and muscular, his stomach was slim and scaly, and his legs were moderately thick like young trees.

“What are you waiting for you idiots?! FIRE!” the commanding goblin yelled to the four remaining goblins behind him. They all acknowledged his order, then all of them–including himself–opened fire in an attempt to slaughter the mythical beast infront of them. The whole time, the young boy was screaming in panic as the head goblin kept him tightly within his grasp.

The dragon stood there for a few seconds, seemingly unaffected by wave of bullets, before he disappeared in a cloud of blue smoke and reappeared right behind them. They all stumbled back a few feet, but then the dragon threw one of his chained sickles toward the nearest one. It hit its mark, tangling the hapless goblin in the connecting chain so the dragon could pull him in close. He stared the goblin straight in the eye and gave a gut-wrenchingly dark chuckle that made the green skinned goblin scream in horror. That was the moment that the beast blew fire directly into his open mouth, disintegrating the goblin entirely.

The dragon looked up to see the rest of them too scared to even remember they carried firearms. He selected another one of them and raised his empty claw upwards. The goblins were confused at first, until the one selected was suddenly attacked by a swarm of bees that just seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He screamed in terror as his worst fear came to life. He could feel the physical pain of the bees stinging him, and seconds later, he fell to the ground. His body laid there silent and motionless. The other goblins, stunned by the recent turn of events, just stayed silent and watched. But they were promptly shocked out of their paralysis when the dragon was suddenly on top of them and kicked another goblin, sending him flying across the room into oblivion. Before they could react, the dragon had once again evaporated into blue smoke.

The remaining three goblins started frantically searching for him. They looked up, down and around for the culprit, but failed to locate him anywhere. That was when two of the goblins suddenly realized that the third was no longer among them. They looked around for him, but didn’t locate him until they heard a groan of pain from behind them. They turned around and found that the source of the noise was the third member of their party. He currently off the ground, crying pitifully as all four of his limbs were held in mid-air by two sets of hands and being pulled in two opposite directions. Standing on his left side was the dragon, his massive muscles visibly flexing as he tried his best to rip the goblin in two. His his partner–who apparently was the young man with the purple hood they saw earlier–stood on the goblin’s right side, except instead of standing in place, he appeared to be struggling to walk away with the right half of the goblin.

“GAAAAHHHHH!” the goblin screamed in pain as he felt his body about to be ripped in half. Until….

*CRACK!*

A distinct cracking sound went off louder than a church bell on Sunday morning as the goblin suddenly did a perfect spit in the air. The goblin went silent, the dragon stopped pulling, and the young man disappeared like he had never existed. The two halves of the goblin fell simultaneously to the floor. Strangely enough, there were no tear marks, no bleeding, and no internal organs spilling out onto the ground. But regardless, he still seemed pretty dead. And so, the scaley beast set his sights on the final two goblins: the commander and his last remaining subordinate.

The dragon cupped his huge claws into a ball then shoved them forward, showing his palms. A plume of blue smoke flew from his palms towards the last remaining grunt. At the halfway point, the smoke split apart and became a group of seven bats, the goblin’s worst fear. The small colony of bats flew the rest of the way, swarming the terrified goblin. He suddenly found himself at the mercy of the furry, long-fanged, red-eyed, terrifying looking creatures. He desperately tried to swat them away, even as he found them carrying him off into another room. He screamed bloody murder the entire time, his voice sounding like it could shatter glass, or like a pig squealing as it was being slaughtered. As he disappeared into the smoke, his squeals of terror gradually softened until they were made silent.

The last goblin, the leader, allowed the horror of the situation to sink in. He had just watched all of his remaining men get taken out one by one, despite each of them being armed with guns. And yet….they just couldn’t shoot…they just stood there paralyzed with fear. And now he was all alone. He prayed for someone, anyone, to throw him a bone. Then he realized that he still had the boy in his clutches, and he knew that the brat was his only ticket out of here.

“Stay back! Or I’ll kill the boy!” the goblin screamed out at the dragon, whom had been silently watching the two of them.

“Release the boy and take your punishment with honor, or what you will experience will make what I did to your friends seem like a kindergarten class movie,” the beast threatened.

The goblin knew he was screwed either way, so he decided that if he was gonna go down, he would take someone with him. He threw the kid onto the ground, pulled his assault rifle up and aimed it at the boy. The child turned with tears in his eyes to look at his would-be murderer. Seconds passed. A thick, heavy tension was in the air. The goblin knew the moment he was done, the dragon would probably be bashing his face into the floor. With a determined glare, he let out a final war cry as he squeezed the trigger.

*Click*

“Huh!?”

*Click* *Click* *Click*

It was jammed…

The goblin stared at his gun in utter shock, but then a sudden realization hit him. He needed to get the boy back in his hands before it was too late. He threw the gun aside, surprised that the dragon had yet to move to seize him, but not so much that it distracted him from his goal. However, when he looked at his former hostage, he realized that the once trembling child was now grinning at him. The tears in his eyes were no longer those of sorrow, but of an almost maniacal joy. He began to chuckle in a way that made the goblin step back in fear. Then the chuckle grew into laughter, the squeaky kind of laughter that you’d expect to hear from a child his age. Then he disappeared into smoke.

“What the hell the just happened?” he asked himself in confusion.

“You should be worrying what the hell is about to happen to you,” the dragon answered.

He turned to see the dragon was still a good distance away, instead of up-close and personal like he expected. The dragon lifted his right arm, a chain sickle held within his grasp. The goblin braced himself for the sickle to fly toward him, entangle him, and drag him toward the terrifying beast, much like what happened moments ago to his comrade. However, instead of that, the dragon slashed his weapon forward, creating what looked like...a rip? No, he had created a portal that looked like a rip.

The former goblin commander didn’t know what to expect, until an absolutely massive version of the chain sickle came flying out at him from the portal. It happened so fast that he couldn’t dodge it in time. The sharp blade curved as it sliced downwards, impaling clean through the green-skinned creature from the back to the front. The rusty chain suddenly became taught then started to recede, dragging the impaled monster back through the rip-like portal. The goblin, still conscious after his impalement, screamed what seemed like his hundredth shriek of terror that day. He felt like he was on a rollercoaster that was now dragging him off to his death.

When he emerged through the portal, the immeasurable pain of being impaled finally caught up with him. However, it was dulled by the overwhelming fear of what he witnessed next. On the other end of the rusty chain, was a building-sized version of the dragon standing in the middle of a desolate rocky field. The giant dragon held up the chain and looked into his eyes with contemptuous rage before yanking the chain back and forth. The sickle–and its unwilling passenger–flew all around the landscape, smashing into the ground and the surrounding boulders. The dragon planted the goblin into the ground over and over and over again, never relenting even for a moment. Throughout the assault, the goblin was allowed neither the sweet embrace of death, nor the numbness of unconsciousness. He stayed awake and immobile, experiencing the excruciating pain of his impaled body being smashed apart, seemingly without any end in sight.....

Spike’s P.O.V (A few minutes earlier...)

Spike knew he couldn’t get past those goblins given their superior numbers, not to mention all that firepower at their disposal, so he broke his bottle of N.F.M. and waited for the gas to take effect. A few seconds later, he heard all seven goblins collapse onto the ground, along with the distinct clatter of their guns falling flat onto the floor as well. Unfortunately, as he gazed beyond the doors, he noticed that the hostages had also inhaled some of the toxin. He walked past the goblins, their bodies squirming and trembling violently as they succumbed to their worst fears made manifest. Spike couldn’t help but wonder what sort of terrors the group of monsters were witnessing in their minds.

“Damn. I don’t think I even want to imagine what kind of monstrous, gruesome things could be giving these kinds of monsters nightmares,” Spike said, as he watched them sweat profusely and shake uncontrollably. He recognized these symptoms all to well. First, it starts with the shakes and sweating. Then, as exposure to the gas continues, the symptoms grow visibly worse until the victims can no longer handle the sheer terror of their own personal nightmares and die of heart failure soon after. In short, they are literally scared to death.....oh dear. “I have to get these hostages out of here!”

Spike went about grabbing the unconscious men, women and children, dragging them outside of the bank and away from the gas. Many of them fidgeted and shivered as a result of the N.M.F., but he didn’t worry too much. Spike knew if they got enough oxygen in their systems, the effects would eventually disappear. After successfully pulling all of the hostages out of the bank, he stopped to observe the entire area. The area around the bank was completely deserted.

“Well, I guess that only makes things easier for me,” Spike mumbled as he looked around the empty area. “So this is how Luna feels when she’s on the job. No wonder she gets so lonely.” A few seconds later, a bright flash of magic suddenly shone right next to Spike. He instinctively took up a fighting stance, but was relieved to see that it was just some of the night guards Luna had placed under his command.

“Lieutenant Drake!” they shouted in formal salute.

“At ease boys. You hear to clean up?” Spike asked, gesturing to the bank full of goblins, whom were most likely dead at this point from over exposure to the gas.

“Yes sir, but we were also ordered to escort you back to Canterlot immediately. The Princess wishes to speak with you on the matter at hand,” one of the guards replied.

“Really? Hmm….that’s strange. I already stopped the bank robbery.”

“She fears this may only be the beginning of the goblin raids. She wants to make sure you’re prepared for what’s to come.”

“Ah, I see. Alright then, lets go,” Spike said as he grabbed his subordinates shoulder and teleported with him back to Canterlot Castle.

Canterlot Castle

Princess Luna waited impatiently in the throne room for her monster hunter to arrive. The goblins had revealed some very sensitive information before the gas became too much for their hearts to handle.

“Where is he?” she muttered to herself as she walked back and forth. Just then, a blue flash of light went off before her, revealing that one of her guards had returned from Baltimare with Spike. “Spike, we are so glad to see you safe. How did your mission go?”

“Well, there was a lot of panicking and confusion, but I was able subdue the threat. There were no casualties as well, so that’s a relief,” Spike replied.

“Excellent. I knew I could count on you.”

“Thanks, but why’d you call me here? I still had some research to do on the House of Gore and return….Twilight’s….book. Dammit! I knew I had forgotten something! Now I have to go back!”

“Never mind that, I’ll have one of my guards do it for you. For now, we have more important matters to deal with,” Luna said, taking a seat in her throne.

“Alright, so what did you learn from those goblins?”

“Well firstly, they were planning to rob the Baltimare Central Bank today…..”

“Heh. Well, that’s one more thing taken care of.”

“Yes, but that was just their plans for today. They also have plans to rob armored trucks passing through Equestria as well, and other banks in have been targeted for robbery,” Luna informed.

“Damn, talk about a goblin gold rush. But how did they get those guns? I thought you regulated and monitored the movement of fire arms too carefully for that to happen.”

“I did, but these goblins bought their guns from a band of pirates who are currently out at sea, stealing the materials for guns as they cross oceans.”

“Pirates?! Oh, this sounds like it’s gonna be fun,” Spike said rubbing his hands together.

“The pirates will have to wait, I’m afraid. Tonight, you have to stop those other robberies.”

“Right.”

“Oh, and one more thing. I asked those goblins about the House of Gore, but they said they didn’t know anything about it. They said that they belong to the Goblin Clan of Rough.”

“Hmmm, are you sure they weren’t lying? Those bastards can be pretty sneaky.”

“Humph, with how much N.M.F. they inhaled, I doubt they had the mental capacity to lie,” Luna chuckled. “Now it’s time for you to head back to Ponyville and prepare yourself for tonight. I’m sure that it will be anything but dull.”

“That’s just the way I like it,” Spike said as his body became fully enveloped by the princess’ magic. In the blink of an eye, Luna teleported him to the front door of the Castle of Friendship.

However, both Princess Luna and Spike failed to notice that there was a fly on the wall during their brief meeting; this, however, was no regular fly. It was slightly larger in size than most flies and was blood red in color. As soon as Spike had been sent home, it took off and flew out a nearby window. Once outside, it was suddenly sucked into a portal where its master was waiting in a dark room. The dark figure held open his palm, allowing the fly to land there. He gently closed his hand and absorbed all of the fly’s memories. After witnessing the discussion between Princess Luna and Spike, the figure chuckled.

“That boy might never know it, but he is just like his father.”

“Master, should we not send someone to do away with the boy before he becomes a problem?” asked another figure lurking in the shadows.

“No…let him deal with those trash houses first. Consider it as a test of sorts. Should he prevail, then we will see if he is truly worthy to face the House of Gore.”

Castle of Friendship

After arriving at the front door of the castle, Spike made his way inside to prepare for the night ahead of him. He walked past the library, only to find Twilight nose deep in a…..magazine? Spike was confused at the sight, knowing that his sister-figure hardly ever perused such flimsy periodicals unless prompted by her friends. Soon enough, his curiosity won out and he snuck over to Twilight to see what the studious princess could possibly find interesting in a magazine. He got behind her chair and stretched his neck to read what it said over her shoulder. Squinting his eyes, he briefly managed to read an article’s title, “50 Ways to Please Your Man,” before Twilight turned her head and caught him snooping. She franticly shut the magazine and teleported it out of sight before standing up and turning to face Spike.

“S-S-Spike! You’re back so soon!” she said nervously.

“It’s almost nighttime,” Spike said dryly.

“Oh, so it is. Well, you know how I am with my books,” she said as she began to sweat more.

“Yeah, but that was a magazine, not a book. You should know, since you once lectured me for an hour about the difference between the two.”

“Oh, well...you know, I just wanted to try something new,” she explained as she slowly backed away towards the exit.

“Uh-huh, then what was that it said about pleasing yo-”

“Hey, why don’t you go talk to Starlight? I think she got lost I the castle again,” she interrupted before bolting out of the room.

“Hmm…Twilight’s acting weird. And then there’s that ad. Why would she be interested in that type of stuff?” Spike wondered, making a mental note to find Starlight after preparing for tonight. But as it turns out that wouldn’t be much of a problem; she was in his room going through his stash of monster hunting gear, which had apparently fallen from its hiding spot.

“Starlight!” Spike screamed.

Spooked by the sudden shout behind her, Starlight accidentally dropped Spike’s guns to the floor as she jumped up in fright. Fortunately, the young monster hunter hadn’t kept them loaded. “Starlight, I can explain,” Spike said as he walked into his room, closing the door behind him.

“You better. There are like a million different weapons in here! And all these files on monsters, monster pictures and reports...Spike, is there something you’re not telling us?” Starlight asked, looking at the young man.

“Starlight….I….I...I’m a monster hunter,” he confessed. Spike knew that there was no way around it. She had seen far too much for a lie to be able to get him out, even with the aid of Deceitful Grease. The only option left was to come clean and hope for the best.

“A monster hunter?! How long has this been going on?”

“Since I was fifteen. I took the job from Princess Luna.”

“Princess Luna? Why’d she hire you if you were just fifteen?”

“I don’t know, but that doesn’t matter right now. You can’t tell Twilight, she’ll freak out!” he begged.

“I don’t know, Spike; I don’t like keeping secrets from Twilight,” she said, looking Spike right in the eye.

“Please! I’ll do anything!” Spike cried as he got right in-front of Starlight and begged her with his hands locked together.

Starlight eyed the young man before her with his emerald green eyes looking into her Persian blue ones, and his handsome face mere inches from her own. She turned her attention southward, observing his well toned body. At least now she understood how it was so well kept. Then, a devious idea crept into her mind, making her blush furiously.

“Anything,huh?” she asked.

“Yes, anything!” Spike replied with a sparkle of hope in his eyes. He figured she felt sorry for him and had some kind of work she wanted him to do in return for her silence. This train of thought, however, was quickly derailed when Starlight grabbed his pants by the front and began to undo his belt. “Starlight, what are you doing?!”

“Oh, just getting what I want,” she said as she dropped his pants and used her magic to toss him onto his bed.

"Which is?” he asked, crawling back before she jumped on him and pinned him down.

“Your cock…..” �}��RB[]��7

Author's Note

I got the idea for that Dragon fight in the bank from this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpuP-SKm10M&t=7s
Also shout out to Starblade for editing the previous chapters, I appreciate you bro!

Night Of Hunting Goblins,Star lit Morning (Edited)

“Your cock~” Starlight said in a husky voice as she went to work on Spike’s pants.

“H-Hold on, Starlight! Are you sure you want to do...this?” Spike asked nervously as she pressed her curvaceous body into his.

“Oh yes, Spike, I really do. I should think you would know this by now. After all the flirting and innuendoes, I think it’s finally time we stopped talking the talk and started walking the walk,” she replied. And with that, Starlight began taking off her shirt in a sort of striptease, fully revealing her bra-clad chest to the stunned young man. Her perky, double-D cupped breasts bounced as the shirt came off.

Spike was at a loss of words. It was embarrassing for him to admit, but he was still a virgin. Everything he knew about sex had come from his experiences in the Dream Realm during his training period as a monster hunter. (Meeting in the Dream Realm was the only way Princess Luna could properly train him without alerting Princess Celestia or Twilight.) Though Princess Luna would often allow him to accompany her during her dream-walking duties back then, she would not permit him to observe her subjects’ more perverted fantasies. So Spike had to patiently wait for opportunities to watch when she wasn’t looking, which admittedly were too few and far between for his liking. But this was no dream. This was all too real, and it was happening to him.

It’s not that he didn’t want to do it, but it was just so sudden, and he would have preferred to have some time to prepare himself, mentally or otherwise. Still, it seemed he no longer had a choice in the matter, not if he wanted to keep his night activities a secret. He was about to reside himself to his sexy fate, when he and Starlight heard an abrupt ringing sound.

“What is that sound?” Starlight asked.

Shocked (and slightly frustrated) by the sudden interruption, Starlight looked around Spike’s room until she located the source of the noise. Hanging on a nearby wall was a clock that she was sure hadn’t been there before. The clock appeared to be signaling a countdown of ten minutes. Starlight, having no idea what the countdown meant, looked curiously at the clock and pondered it’s significance. Spike, on the other hand, knew exactly what it meant and was promptly snapped out of the daze brought about by Starlight’s advances.

“Oh man, it’s almost time for work!” Spike yelled as he slipped away from underneath the seductive woman. As he stepped away from the bed, a mixed wave of relief and disappointment washed over him.

“What?! You have to go now? Dammit, and I was so close,” Starlight said in disappointment. However, despite the sudden interruption, she held a determined look in her eyes. She wasn’t going to let Spike off that easy.

“Yeah, sorry about that Stary, but it looks like this will have to wait until another time. I got monsters to kill,” Spike chuckled sheepishly. The young monster hunter was quickly sorting through his personal armory, putting away any unnecessary gear while throwing what he would need for the night into a small pile on the ground.

“Oh, it’s not over yet. What time are you gonna be back?” Starlight asked.

“Uh, well, it depends on how much work I’ve got to do and how fast my bike gets here. But I should be back around 5 AM,” Spike answered.

“Good. That should be enough time.”

“Time for what?”

“Don’t play dumb, Spike,” Starlight said with narrowed eyes. “I still want something in return for not telling anyone about your little night job. So tomorrow, after you get back from a hard night of work, we’ll pick up right where we left off,” she said as she draped her arms around his neck.

“Oh....uh, yeah. Sounds like a good idea. I’ll be there,” Spike said, sporting a genuinely excited smile on his face. Having an entire night to mentally prepare himself and not seem like some scared virgin made him feel a lot better.

“Great. I’ll be waiting lover.” Starlight leaned in to give her soon-to-be-lover a kiss, one which Spike was more than willing to receive. Unfortunately, they were interrupted once again, this time by an abruptly opening door.

“Spike, are you in here?” a familiar, yet nervous voice called out as the door opened. Stepping through the doorway was Twilight in a purple bathrobe and matching slippers with a magazine clutched in her hand. “I wanted to have a private...moment....with.....you?” she said bewilderedly as she came upon the sight of a topless Starlight draping her arms around Spike’s neck while their faces were inches apart.

“Um...hey, Twi. What’s up?” Spike asked nervously as a cold sweat ran down his face.

“What’s up? I find you and Starlight in each other’s arms, and you have the gall to ask me what’s up?! How about you tell me what’s up!” Twilight said, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared at her number one assistant. The serious tone in her voice that brooked no argument made Spike tremble in fear.

“Well, you see...I, uh...”

“I believe Spike asked you first, Twilight. And I believe he deserves an answer considering you’re in nothing but a bathrobe right now. Not to mention you’re holding that women’s magazine I saw you reading pretty tightly. Did you come here with some naughty ideas in mind, Twilight?” Starlight asked, arching an eyebrow at her teacher’s appearance and demeanor.

“Oh! Uh, well...I...I was...getting a bar of soap from Spike’s bathroom! Yeah, that’s it! The shower near my room is all out of soap, so I came her to get some!” Twilight replied quickly.

“Oh? Well then, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I read that page of the magazine you bookmarked, would you?” Starlight asked as she walked towards Twilight with an extended hand.

“Um...I’d love to, but you see...I’m already heading back.” Twilight said anxiously, stepping backwards towards the door. “I really need that shower, so...I got to go.” Twilight swiftly ran out the door and out of sight.

“Wow. That could have ended horribly,” Spike commented.

“I know, right? Thankfully, I’ve been in similar situations before. It’s all about going on the offensive,” Starlight said as she put her shirt back on. “Well, I suppose I should go before Twilight realizes she’s been bamboozled. See you soon, Spike.” Starlight said as she took her leave. However, Spike stopped her before she got too far, grasping her shoulder with a firm, yet gentle, grip.

“Hang on, Starlight. Before you go, I gotta ask. How did you find my armory? It’s equipped with a pin lock to avoid accidental exposure...not that it did any good, apparently.”

“Oh. Well, I actually got lost looking for the bathroom and ended up in here. We really need to consider labelling the rooms around here. Anyways, when I realized I was in your room, I thought I could just use your private bathroom and just leave. And I did, or at least tried to do. After I finished using your bathroom, I was on my way out when I slipped and dropped my cellphone underneath your closet. I tried to use magic to lift up your closet and get my phone, but it wouldn’t budge. So I just used more and more magic power until I heard something snap. It turned out to be the wires connecting your armory to the wall. Once it was disconnected from the power, the doors just opened up on their own. I noticed all the weapons held within, and well...the rest is history,” Starlight finished.

“Hmmm, I see. Well, I’ll have Princess Luna send someone to repair it while everyone’s asleep.”

“Cool. By the way, what are you gonna tell Twilight to explain where you’ve gone? It’s far too early to go to sleep, even for you. And she’ll grow suspicious if she suddenly finds you missing.”

“I’ll tell her that I’m going to hang out with Big Mac and Discord. Every now and again, the three of us have this guy’s night out thing that we do. I just don’t do it as often because of the night job.”

“Awwwww! A guy’s night out. Isn’t that adorable,” Starlight said, holding back a giggle.

“Yeah, yeah. Look, I got to get ready, so could you go, please?” Spike asked as the timer continued to count down.

“Alright then, Spike. See you later~” Starlight winked as she took her leave, distinctly swaying her hips as she left the room.

“Right then. Now it’s time to get ready to teach those goblins why Equestria is off limits.”

Canterlot

About an hour has passed since Spike’s discussion with Starlight. Since then, he had left the castle and Ponyville, making his way up to Canterlot on bike. He currently stood before Princess Luna, awaiting details on tonight’s assignment.

“Well Spike, I hope you’re fully prepared because you have to move quickly tonight. Our intel shows that the goblins have plans to rob an armored truck on its way to Fillydelphia, as well as a warehouse full of recently mined gold and silver, Princess Luna stated.”

“Damn, these guys make Dragonbloods look generous with the amounts of money they steal. Do you know if they have guns or not?” Spike inquired.

“They do not possess guns right now, but they will very soon. Apparently, they’ll be receiving another shipment of guns and ammunition tonight.”

“Will the pirates be there?” Spike asked excitedly.

“No, they won’t. This is merely a delivery as the guns have already been paid for. I also have reason to believe that some of the more high ranking goblins of the Rough Clan will be there to oversee the delivery.”

“Ah, so this is the perfect time to target and cut off the head of the snake.”

“Precisely. But make sure you leave at least one of them alive. I’ll need to interrogate them to find out where the hobgoblin is so we can put an end to this once and for all.”

“Right, good call. But just so you know, I’ll be using that weapon you called me out for on the ship coming into port,” Spike said.

“Well, as much as I would like to dissuade you from using it due to the amount of damage it can deal, I believe in this case, your decision is the correct one. We must ensure that the firearms are reduced to rubble, so you have my authorization to use it.”

“Good. So, where do I start?”

“The armored truck carrying the hundreds of thousands of bits is first on their hit list, so you’ll be going there to start.”

“Alright, cool,” Spike said, mounting his bike and getting ready to be teleported to the location.

“Spike, it goes without saying, but try to keep the drivers alive and the truck as intact as possible.”

“You got it.”

“And please, be careful....”

Miles away from Fillydelphia

An arguably great distance away from Fillydelphia, a lone armored vehicle made its way along the lonely path of the highway leading to its destination. Inside, two men wearing grey security guard uniforms stood watch over hundreds of thousands of bits. They were responsible for ensuring the safe delivery of the money to their destination, the Bank of Fillydelphia. The one in the passenger seat was a young man with an enchanted club strapped to his belt. It wasn’t a lethal weapon, but more of a suppression weapon. The worst it could do is temporarily stun an assailant should the need ever arise.

The one in the driver’s seat–a considerably older man than his fellow guard–looked over to his partner. After a long boring drive, he was barely awake and decided that there was no point in keeping silent. Thankfully, he wouldn’t have to be the one to start a conversation as his partner decided to try and break the silence himself.

“Man, this is boring. How do deal with this boredom for so long, Grey Beard?” the young newbie asked the much older, seasoned security guard.

“Well Green Horn, I suppose I never really felt bored on these long trips. Personally, I always enjoyed the peace and quiet of these long treks. Sure I missed spending time with my family, but when you got three rambunctious kids to care for, you learn to treasure these moments of tranquility. That, and I always had a good friend me...” Grey Beard replied, his tone growing more wistful towards the end. He tried to quickly shake it off before his partner noticed, but Green Horn caught the pained look in his elder’s eyes, and a knowing grimace donned his face.

“Yeah, I heard about that. Sorry about what happened to your old partner. You and him were pretty close, huh?”

“That’s right, we were the best of friends. We both joined the Royal Guard together, and we even fought in a few battles against the changelings. Hell, we even spent time together after getting injured in one of those battles.”

“You two got hurt?”

“Yes sir, we sure did,” Grey Beard replied, staring at the road ahead with a look of nostalgia. “We spent weeks in the medical tent, nursing our wounds. When we finally got out, our wives convinced us to leave the guard because of how worried they were for our safety. We were honorably discharged and took jobs as armored car drivers. We spent years driving all over Equestria, from Las Pegasus to Manehatten. Now that I think about it, you remind me of him when we first started: arrogant, brash, and full of energy.”

“Huh....well, I guess I can understand why these long drives wouldn’t bother you. Still, I wish something exciting would happen.”

“He spent 50 years saying that, and I’ll tell you the same thing I spent 50 years telling him...be careful what you wish for...”

“...or I just might get it. Yeah, yeah, I’ve spent the better half of my high school years hearing that phrase from my parents and teachers,” Green Horn replied with a roll of his eyes. “And you know what? I still haven’t gotten what I asked for yet.”

“......Looks like that’s about to change. Look ahead,” the older man said as he pointed a wrinkled finger toward a dark figure laying on the ground on the road ahead.

“What is that? A deer?” the younger man asked.

“I doubt it. It looks human.”

“Well whatever it is, it’s in our way. Let’s get it off the road. We don’t want to arrive late,” Green Horn said as the truck came to a complete stop. As he left the vehicle, he unstrapped his club and placed in in his seat, not wanting it to burden him if he had to move the object. He slowly walked towards the mysterious object, keeping his eyes peeled for any sudden movements. As he neared it, he saw that whatever it was, it was breathing ever so lightly. So it was still alive at least.

“Hey. You okay, pal?” he asked moving forward.

“Hey! Is it an animal, or what?!” Gray Beard asked from the truck.

“Nah!” Green Horn called back. “I think our friend here just had a little too much to drink!”

“Well, get him out of the way or we’ll be late! Trust me, after all these years, I’d rather not experience that again! Not at my age!”

“Alright then, buddy. Let’s go. Move it along. I don’t want to hurt you,” Green said, pushing the seemingly limp body to the side. However, his movements froze when he rolled the prone body onto its back and got a look at its face...its green face. The young man stumbled backwards in shock, but then yelled in horror as its eyes suddenly opened and it displayed its needle like teeth in a grin.

“That’s my line,” it said in an icy tone.

“Grey Beard, get the club! This thing is-what the hell?!” Green screamed as five goblins came sprinting out of the trees on the left side of the highway. He turned around to run for the truck, but was stopped dead in his tracks when he felt something grab him from behind. He turned his head over his shoulder, only to find he was being held in place by a goblin twice his size. He was going to warn Gray Beard to take the truck and drive off, but to his great surprise, the old man had already exited the truck with the club in hand. Before Green’s very eyes, the spry old man smacked the goblin behemoth on the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

“Damn, old man. Not bad,” Green said impressed.

“I still got it-ahhhhhh!” Gray screamed as a goblin drove a blade into his back, cutting short his moment of glory.

“Grey Beard! NO!” Green screamed. He attempted to move toward his wounded partner, but was caught and held in place by the other goblins before he could even move a single step.

“Your friend there is pretty tough for an old geezer. Too bad. Even the toughest guys can’t survive a stab in the back,” the goblin who stabbed Gray Beard icily sneered.

“You bastards, you’re gonna get what’s coming to you!” he yelled, struggling to break free of the goblins’ grasp, though ultimately failing.

“Yeah? Well, not before we get all the gold in that truck, dead man,” the goblin replied, putting the knife to Green’s neck and preparing to slit his throat.

Suddenly, the loud roar of a combustion engine resounded across the night sky, staying the goblin’s hand and freezing everyone in their tracks. All the goblins looked around, searching for the cause of the sound. Without warning, the knife-wielding goblin was struck in the back of the head by something small moving at an incredible speed. The goblin fell lifelessly to the ground, his bloody weapon clattering as it dropped onto the road.

The other goblins reacted by releasing Green Horn and backing off, looking frantically around for any signs of their attacker. One by one, all the goblins got shot dead, unable to locate their attacker even until their dying breath. Only the young security guard remained standing, but he was gripped with fear as he expected the next bullet to hit him. He looked around fearfully, that is until he remembered that his partner was still down. Then he rushed over to help him without any thoughts to his own safety.

“Grey Beard, are you alright?” he asked, but got no response other than a groan of pain. Green Horn sighed in relief. He was thankfully still alive. Injured and bleeding heavily, but still very much alive.

“He’s gonna die, and so are you!” shouted an angry voice. The giant goblin that Gray Beard had knocked out earlier had suddenly woke up from his unconscious state. The sight of his comrades lying on the ground dead had thoroughly enraged the green behemoth. He picked up the enchanted club and glared hatefully at Green Horn. As the only person left within the goblin’s view, the young security guard was the only outlet left for the monster to unleash his fury upon.

However, the green goliath hadn’t managed to take two steps before he suddenly froze in place. A twisted expression of pain took over his face before he eventually untwisted as he fell down dead. There, standing behind the dead goblin, was its killer, a young man with spiky green hair holding a pistol equipped with a suppressor.

“Hey, are you alright?” Spike asked Green Horn.

“Yeah, I am! But it’s my friend that needs help! He’s been stabbed!”

“Dammit! I didn’t get here fast enough, dammit!” Spike cursed himself for his failure. “Okay, stay calm and listen. Take your shirt off and tie it around his waste so he doesn’t bleed out,” he ordered. Green Horn complied with his order and had his shirt wrapped around Gray Beard within seconds. After confirming that the shirt was tied tight, Spike and Green Horn gently lifted Gray Beard off the ground, carried him towards the armored truck, and carefully placed him in the passenger’s seat.

“Good. Now drive as fast as you can to the nearest hospital,” Spike instructed.

“Thank you so much, man! You’re a real hero. Who are you, anyway?” Green Horn asked as he got in the driver’s seat.

“I’m just a guy trying to do his job. Now go before it’s too late!” Spike ordered as the young man drove off to the nearest hospital he could find.

Suddenly, Spike’s cellphone began ringing off the hook, alarming the young monster hunter for a moment. He pulled it out of his pocket and found it was Luna calling him.

“Luna, I was just about to call you to open the portal to the warehouse. Has something happened?”

“Spike, I’m afraid there has been a severe change of plans. The robbery at the warehouse has already taken place! The Rough Clan are currently driving the stolen goods in an 18-wheeler truck down a highway not too far from your current position. You have to move now if you want to catch up to them, but be careful. It’s being guarded by other vehicles,” Luna informed.

“Bloody Hell! I’ve got to move,” Spike said, running to his bike parked on the side of the road. He took off like a shot, barreling down the road towards the next highway. He was driving with one hand as the other one still held his cellphone while he continued his conversation with Princess Luna.

“One more thing, Spike,” Luna continued. “It’s possible that these goblins have firearms.”

“Machine guns?”

“Doubtful. It is more likely that they only have a few handguns, but be ready for anything,” she warned him.

“You got it,” Spike replied, speeding off and putting his phone away. About ten minutes later, Spike saw the tail lights of an 18-wheeler truck dead ahead of him. It was surrounded on both sides by four smaller, sleek, black cars, two on each side.

“Alright, that’s probably it,” Spike muttered as he attempted to stealthily approach the truck, hoping to avoid alerting the drivers of his presence. As he neared the back of the 18-wheeler, he noticed the iron doors of the truck’s trailer was visibly locked up tight with a padlock, no doubt a precautionary measure to protect the stolen loot held within.

“Hmmm. Looks like I first have to break that padlock. Fortunately, I got just the thing to do it,” Spike said, pulling out his pistol with the attached suppressor. Spike slowly and carefully took aim. He needed to make sure that he hit the lock with the first shot, or else the goblins would be alerted by the sound of the bullet hitting the back of the truck. This was considerably hard due to the size of the lock, not to mention that the lock would shake and bounce slightly every time the truck hit a bump or pothole on the road. And to make matters worse, it was the middle of the night, so Spike had trouble seeing it as well.

“I have to make this shot count,” Spike said as he steadied his aim before finally pulling the trigger. Thankfully, he hit the lock with pinpoint accuracy, successfully breaking it and causing it to fall to the road in pieces. With the lock no longer present, the iron doors flew wide open, causing Spike to inwardly break into a victory dance. However, is sudden jubilation was instantly shattered once he got a good look inside the truck. Instead of the crate full of precious metals that he was expecting, Spike saw something that made him break out into a cold sweat. Standing in the now open doorway was a goblin bearing the toothiest grin he had ever seen in his life. The reason for his wide smile–and Spike freezing up in fear–was because there was a .50 caliber heavy machine gun mounted at the back end of the trailer, aimed directly at Spike’s panicked face, and ready to fire.

“There’s nothing like the look on someone’s face right before they die!” the goblin crowed, delighted at the sight of Spike’s shocked face. Spike managed to regain control of himself just as the goblin was about to fire. With a storm of bullets about to be unleashed upon him, the young monster hunter only had one thing to say...

“OH, FUCK ME!!!”

“Huh?” Starlight said, turning around to look out the window for a second. She didn’t know why, but she had suddenly gotten a strange feeling to say something lewd. After a few seconds, she simply shrugged it off and put it out of her mind. She went back to cleaning up her womb, preparing for her early morning rendezvous with Spike. She hoped the young monster hunter would hurry and come home soon.

“Hope you like hot lead, boy!” the goblin yelled as he opened fire on Spike.

Spike veered his motorbike to the left, simultaneously dodging the shots aimed at his head and moving out of the machine gun’s line of fire. However, that only kept him safe for a second before the goblins in the escort cars on the left noticed him, popped open their trunks, and let loose a hail of small knives and blades that made a beeline for Spike’s face. Spike swerved his head, barely avoiding the numerous blades from carving up his face. Unfortunately, he wasn’t quick enough to avoid one knife from grazing his face, leaving a small scar while warm, liquid crimson ran down his cheek.

’That’s gonna leave a mark,’ Spike thought, quickly wiping away the blood while ignoring the stinging sensation from the cut. Spike wracked his brain, trying to quickly come up with a plan before the cars ahead launched another barrage of blades. He pulled out his pistol once more and targeted the wheels of the cars. He pulled the trigger, hoping to puncture the tires and send the cars careening off the road, but....

*Click* *Click* *Click*

“Dammit! Of all the times I had to run out of ammo!” Spike cursed as he put away the empty gun and pulled out his spare. But by then the cars began to let loose another barrage of blades. These blades, however, had a noticeable red glow about them. “Oh boy, here we go again!” Spike yelled as he maneuvered away from the storm of knives to avoid another unsavory cut to the face. However, as soon as he had avoided them, Spike briefly looked over his shoulder and noticed that the cluster of blades had turned around in midair and were returning to strike at him a second time.

“Holy guacamole! Those things are enchanted!” Spike realized as he observed the red glow. As they came back even faster than before, Spike knew there was no way he could avoid them all. He only had one option. Spike jumped off his bike a split second before the blades embedded themselves into his motorcycle. He landed on the top of the truck’s trailer and watched as his beloved bike fell apart onto the side of the road. “OH. COME. ON!!! How many times is my bike gonna get destroyed this month!” Spike yelled in rage as he directed his attention to the escort cars.

Spike got up and walked forward being careful not to get blown off the truck by the wind. He reached into his trench coat pockets, searching for something that could help him take out the vehicles. After a few seconds, his search ended as he pulled out two sunlight grenades. Spike usually reserved these for monsters that were weak to the light of Celestia’s sun, but the young monster hunter knew that, in this case, they could double as a makeshift flash grenade. He steadily made his way towards the left side edge of the trailer and threw a grenade into the lead car via the open rooftop window.

Spike paused in his movements, waiting with anticipation for the show to begin. He didn’t have to wait long. First, he heard the panicked shouts of the goblins in the car as they freaked out from the sudden appearance of the explosive device. The shouts didn’t last long before the bomb went off, blinding everyone in the vehicle, including the driver. Spike chuckled as he watched the blind driver lose control of the car, fall back, and ram into the car behind him, causing them both to crash.

With the left side taken care of, Spike moved to right side of the trailer, resolving himself to dispense with the remaining two escort cars in similar fashion. After successfully neutralizing the last two cars with his second grenade, the only task he had left was to somehow take control of the truck itself. He walked towards the front of the trailer until he could see the truck itself. Spike could hear the voices of the truck’s passengers, and judging from their frantic speech patterns, they had noticed that their escort had been taken out and were panicking as a result. The spiky-haired youth leapt from the trailer and landed on the driver’s side of the truck. He bent down and looked into the side window of the vehicle, startling its three occupants.

“Oh shit! There he is!” the driving goblin cursed upon the sight of the monster hunter.

“Oh shit! There he is? Interesting choice of last words, though, admittedly, not the worst I’ve heard,” Spike said, staring the driver dead in the eye before reaching in and pulling him through the window by his shirt collar. Spike effortlessly tossed the goblin into the nearby woods, then slipped in through the window and took the goblin’s place at the wheel. He took control of the wheel with one hand while his other hand aimed his pistol at the two remaining goblins. “Hey guys, how’s it going?” he asked casually.

“....”
“....”

“Yeah, my night hasn’t been going so well either. You see, I thought you guys had all those stolen goods you lifted from the warehouse. But apparently, all you had waiting for me was a guy with a .50 caliber machine gun ready to turn me into a grass stain,” Spike said, glancing at them. “Speaking of whom, could you call him up here?” Spike gestured to the sliding view window placed at the back of the truck.

“Uh...Crunch?! Get over hear! We, uh...we’ve got to talk to you!” the goblin yelled into the foot wide window, calling his goblin collaborator.

“Where did the Master Drake go?” Crunch asked, looking through the small window at his apparently scared comrades.

“Hope you like hot lead, boy,” Spike said, doing his best impression of Crunch.

“Huh?”

*Bang!*

With that, the goblin formerly known as "Crunch" dropped dead in the back of the truck. The other two trembled as they now learned what the inside of a goblin’s head looked like.

“Alright. So, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way...I think it’s time the three of us had a chat. Now boys, I’m gonna need to know where the stolen goods are, and don’t lie to me, or you’ll put me in an even worse mood than I am now,” Spike said.

“What’s the point? You’ll just kill us, anyway,” the goblin closest to the window said, hiding behind his buddy.

“Alright, I’ll tell you what; I give you my word I won’t kill you if you tell me, drake’s honor. But if you don’t, I still won’t kill you.”

“Really?” the other goblin asked.

“Yeah. Instead, I’ll make you wish I’d kill you,” Spike said in a sinister tone.

“Alright, alright, we’ll tell you! Just keep you word,” the goblin by the window said hurriedly.

“Don’t worry, I will.”

“Alright, listen. The metals have already been transported to the lair of our boss.”

“The hobgoblin?”

“Yeah, the boss. Also, we knew that you’d come for us, so the boss set up this trap to try and end you. But....”

“Yeah, I got it. So where is your boss hiding?”

“In a cave less than a mile away from some hick town called Ponyville.”

*SCREEEEEEEEECH!!!!!!!*

The sound of the truck coming to a complete and sudden stop rang out for miles, scaring birds out of their nests in the trees. An eerie silenced soon followed that seemed to stretch on forever. Then, Spike spoke again.

“Could you repeat that?” Spike asked quietly, staring straight ahead.

“L-Less than a mile away f-f-from a town called P-Ponyville,” the goblin repeated nervously, sensing that Spike’s mood could go from calm to hostile in a second.

“I see......well, I think it’s time we ended this little joyride of ours, don’t you?” Spike asked as he opened the door and hopped out of the truck. He walked a few yards away before he took out his trusty gun–lovingly named "Barb"–and aimed it at the window of the truck.

“Hey! You said you wouldn’t kill us, remember!” one of the goblins yelled, fearful at the sight of the revolver that seemed to be on steroids.

*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*

The sound of the shots going off broke the silence that was once present. Then, yet again, all that remained was the silence of the night around them. The two goblins looked up from their ducking position to see the windshield had been completely shattered. Seconds later, they noticed there was something off about the balance of the truck. They both got out and immediately noticed that the front tires had been completely flattened.

“I wouldn’t get out of the truck if I were you,” Spike said, putting Barb away.

“Huh?” the two monsters said in unison as they saw Spike walking off into the night.

“Sorry, I had to make sure that you two couldn’t get to your buddies, so I figured I’d just wreck your truck and strand you here.”

“You...You’re really not gonna kill us?” they asked, speaking in unison once more. Spike stopped and turned around to face them.

“Of course not. I am a man of my word, so I won’t kill you. The timberwolves, on the other hand, probably won’t be in the mood to cut a deal with you, so....like I said, stay in the truck,” Spike warned as a portal bearing Luna’s magic signature opened behind him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a boat to catch. To catch on fire, that is,” Spike said, walking through the portal to his next destination.

Even after his departure, the two goblins continued to stare in awe at the spot where the young monster hunter disappeared. A cocktail of emotions ran through them: grief over their fallen comrades, confusion at their current predicament, relief that they had somehow survived the entire ordeal, and surprise that the spiky-haired monster hunter kept his word. However, their silent rumination was broken once they remembered his parting words.

“Did he say something about timberwolves?” one goblin asked before a timely howl sent them scurrying back into the safety of the broken down truck.

Somewhere Amongst the Docks of the North Celestial Sea

A state of tranquility was in the air....but not the kind of tranquility that one would welcome. The wind was silent and the sea was still, almost as if the ocean and winds themselves knew what was happening and refused to play witness to the transpiring events. Just then, a large, grayish vessel eased its way into the docks, causing the waters to ripple as it settled into the station. Its occupants emerged from the bowels of the ship to meet a small greeting party awaiting on the docks.

The greeting party consisted of a group of about seven goblins. These goblins, however, were different from their rag wearing subordinates. As they walked out of a nearby two-story building, you’d notice that they all wore suits and ties, like business executives going to a board meeting. One of them was also a great deal fatter than his fellows. As the crew of the aptly named "S.S. Scumbag" made its way off the craft and onto the docks, the well dressed goblins approached them with a serious look before speaking to them.

“Did you get the goods?” one of the well dressed goblins asked.

“Of course we did. We picked up every last gun they had waiting for us,” one of the ship’s crew responded.

“They didn’t give you much trouble, did they? Our suppliers are the shifty type after all.”

“Well, they did rock the boat a bit during the delivery, but not really anything worth mentioning.”

“Then let’s see what you got for us!” the fat goblin demanded.

“Alright, come aboard then,” replied one of the ship’s goblin crewmembers, motioning for them to get on the boat.

Both groups of goblins climbed aboard the ship, the ship’s crew leading the well dressed goblins towards the poop deck, where all the crates of firearms and ammunition were waiting. The goblin captain popped the first crate open with a crowbar, revealing a stash of submachine guns and ammo. There was enough in this one box alone to make some want to cry tears of joy.

“Excellent! With these, we’ll make Equestria our playground and finally be rid of that nuisance, Master Drake,” one of the suit-clad goblins declared, prematurely claiming victory at the sight of the guns. Most of his cohorts nodded and laughed, agreeing with his sentiment. Only the fat goblin failed to produce a smile on his face. In fact, his countenance seemed even more troubled than before he got on the ship.

“Something wrong, Biggs?” one of the goblins asked the fat goblin, noticing that his chubby commanding officer wasn’t really paying attention to their big haul.

“Something ain’t right,” he replied, looking off the side of the boat toward a nearby cliff.

“Wadda ya mean?” another goblin asked.

“My instincts are telling me we should be runni-” the fat goblin known as "Biggs" stopped dead in his tracks, looking down at his extended stomach only to see a red dot had made its way onto it. He looked up to try and locate the source of it and saw none other than the Master Drake himself, aiming a loaded bazooka at him. Master Drake apparently realized he had been discovered and threw Biggs a friendly wave.

“OH HELL NO!” Biggs yelled before running off the boat at a speed that would have impress Rainbow Dash.

Back on the cliff, Spike observed as the goblin frantically pushed away all his subordinates, who were ignorant to the threat just outside their field of vision.

“Wow. He sure can move when he really wants to,” Spike muttered to himself before firing off the missile directly at the boat. The goblins wondered what had their commanding officer running off like a bat out of hell. By the time they realized what was happening, it was too late to stop it. The missile hit the deck of the ship, absolutely annihilating it.

*BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!*

Biggs had just made it off the boat right before it exploded, but not without getting slightly caught up in the blast from being thrown forward from the force of the explosion. He fell flat on his bloated stomach; pain gripped all over his body as he tried to get up. He looked behind him to see that the boat’s cargo and passengers had been completely destroyed. Then, as the sounds of ammunition and petroleum exploding died down, he heard something else...the sound of footsteps approaching him. He looked up to see his worst nightmare moving towards him. Master Drake was coming for him, and with his subordinates now reduced to a pile of ash and charcoal, he was all on his own. The fires that burned behind the trembling goblin were nothing compared to the fire in the approaching Dragonblood’s eyes. The emerald orbs seemed to reveal a desperate desire to bring about the destruction of the green-skinned monster’s entire kind.

“S-Stay back! I’m warning you!” Biggs shouted, dragging himself backwards until he was on the edge of the dock.

“Warning me? Ha! I’m the one with the unburnt guns, fatty,” Spike said, slowly approaching the goblin. “So you’re the fat cat of this goblin trade. You must be ranked pretty high up to be put in charge of exchange like this, huh?” he asked.

“Yeah! I’m second-in-command, so you better watch who your messing with you stupid bag of-”

“Ah, ah, ah~” Spike cooed, shaking a finger at the pudgy monster. “Manners, fatty. I don’t care who you are. To me, you’re just another goblin to roll over. But, as the second-in-command, you must know quite a bit about your boss’ hideout,” Spike guessed.

“I won’t tell you anything! So you’re just wasting your time with me, you dumb fuck!”

“Oh, I already know the whereabouts of your boss’ hideout. I was actually planning to take my friend "Barb" here and splatter the inside of your head against these boards. But, here’s the thing. Turns out that there are some crucial details that I need before I pay your boss a visit, and they just so happen to be in that noggin of yours. So, I’m gonna do the smart thing and get you to talk before I bring an end to this goblin saga.”

“You’re never gonna get me to talk.”

“You know something? For once, you’re right. I’m not the one who’s gonna get you to talk, but I promise that you’re gonna wish it was when she starts,” Spike chuckled.

“Hmph. We’ll see about that.”

“Aw, just go to sleep, fatty,” Spike said, raising his gun before pistol-whipping him directly against his temple, instantly knocking him out cold. “*Sigh* Now I got to drag your sorry but back with me to Canterlot. Fantastic,” Spike grumbled as he waited for Luna to open a portal back to Canterlot. The sooner he took his new chubby friend to Luna, the sooner she could start interrogating him and the sooner he could get some rest. By the look of it, he still had about another two hours before sunrise. Although for some reason, he couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something.......

Thirty Minutes Later...

“Now I remember!” Spike exclaimed, making his way through the halls of the Castle of Friendship. He couldn’t believe it. He had forgotten that when he got home, there would be a lovely woman waiting for him in bed. “Alright Spike, it’s nothing to be nervous about. If you can face monsters that could scare even the bravest of men out of their wits, then you can deal with a woman, too,” Spike muttered to himself, psyching himself up as he made his way towards Starlight’s room.

At first, Spike thought that maybe she had forgotten about their salacious rendezvous, and fallen asleep. Considering the current time, he honestly wouldn’t have blamed her. However, those thoughts died as he reached the door to Starlight’s room. It was slightly ajar, and a flickering orange light spilled out from the slim opening, almost like an invitation.

An invitation Spike readily accepted as he walked through the door to a sight that made his jaw drop. Now over the years, it was safe to say that Spike had built up quite the dislike for the beasts he hunted. Their sharp fangs, furry bodies, predatory eyes, and usually grotesque bodies were all features that Spike absolutely abhorred of the monsters he hunted. Now however......

“Starlight?!” Spike near screamed as he beheld the beauty on the bed. She was looking very sensual, alright. And the weird part is she was dressed like a monster, a catwoman to be precise. Her fangs seemed so alluring, poking out from her lush lips curved in a lascivious grin. Her furry bra and panties, partnered with those adorable fake ears and tail, made Spike want to pet her. Her eyes were lit with hunger, but a hunger that Spike would be more than happy to satisfy. And her body...good lord her body was like something out of an adult magazine.

“Welcome back, Spikey~ I hope you’re not too tired from work. You have one more monster that needs to be dealt with,” she said in a tone that made Spike shiver.

“Oh, I’m always ready to put a monster in her place, though I can’t say I’ve ever met a monster as lovely as you,” Spike said as his eyes eagerly traced the curves of her hourglass figure. Starlight was currently laying with her belly faced down on the bed, and curiously, the cat tail was wagging.

“Well I hope you don’t think flattery will get you out of a struggle. This cat has got claws,” she quipped, getting into a pouncing position as she raised her hips in the air.

“Well, how about we stop talking and start acting, huh?” Spike replied, removing his trench coat and tossing it to the floor as he casually strolled toward the bed. Starlight was taken by surprise by Spike’s ability to play along so well. She expected him to be a bit more intimidated like most virgins during their first times. But Spike was a monster hunter, and monster hunters are as brave as they come.

“That sounds purrrrfect~” With a snap of her fingers, Spike was teleported onto her bed in a kneeling position. She rose up to meet him face-to-face before planting a hot kiss on his lips. Momentarily caught off guard by the abrupt teleport, Spike’s eyes widened at the sudden kiss. However, he almost instantaneously melted at Starlight’s touch, enjoying the genuine softness of her lips. He then felt something wet poking between her lips at his, seemingly begging for entry, which he readily obliged. He sent his own tongue into Starlight’s mouth and two pink muscles soon went to work exploring their new environments, leaving their masters a passionately moaning mess from how close they were getting. Not too long into the make out session, Starlight decided it was time to move things along, so she made all of Spike’s remaining clothes disappear in a flash of light.

The young man immediately took notice of this, and parted from her with a cocky look in his eyes.

“Isn’t that just like a monster, so eager to get to the heat of the fight with no patience for a little fun first. Alright, I got no problem with that,” Spike said, pushing Starlight backwards so she fell flat on her back. She looked into his eyes, made a cute "meow" sound and seductively motioned with her finger for the monster hunter to join her. With that, Spike took his place on top of her, the only thing separating their naked forms being Starlight’s outfit, which the young mage readily ripped apart in order to get to the good part. However, Spike intended to have a little more fun first.

“OOOhhhhhh woooow~” Starlight moaned as Spike went to work on her bountiful bust, licking and sucking around the areolas and nipples with his draconic tongue. Like a fleshy, pink snake, Spike’s tongue dragged its way all over Starlight’s sensitive chest, tugging ever so lightly on her hardened nipple with great dexterity. What happened next made Starlight gasp in surprise and ecstasy. Spike had slid a finger down to her sacred garden, caressing its way up and down the second pair of lips until it was nice and wet for his cock.

“Oh Spike, please let me have it” the naughty "catwoman" begged, her faux claws gripping her lover’s bare back.

“Alright then. You want it? You got it,” Spike said before plunging his hardened cock into her drenched cunt. This sent a wave of pleasure shooting up their spines as they joined for the first time. After giving Starlight a moment to adjust to his above average size–granted to him by his Dragonblood heritage–Spike slowly began to move his hips back and forth, gently caressing her insides with his long, thick shaft.

“Ohhh Spike~, your soooo big,” Starlight moaned breathily, grabbing his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist. It was then that Spike began to pick up the pace. He seemed more bestial with clenched teeth and raspy breath. The quicker, rougher movements made Starlight squeal in delight. Then, the mischievous mage got a devious idea and used her magic to push Spike backwards, placing him flat on his back. This gave her a chance to straddle his dick and take control, riding the spiky-haired teen for all he was worth.

“Awww man, Starlight, that’s good,” Spike moaned in delight. Starlight’s velvety walls took his shaft to the base and snugly caressed it, as if trying to milk all that he had. Starlight could feel herself getting closer as her hands pawed at her lover’s toned chest. The wet slaps of their colliding hips and their aroused moans made a sweet cacophony of pleasure within her room. Her normally coiffed hair was disheveled and stuck to her sweaty brow in places as she let her tongue hang loose out of her mouth. She stared down at Spike and noticed that he was getting close too.

“AH! Spike...I’m close.”

“Yeah...me too.”

“C-Cum inside me!”

“I was planning to,” Spike replied with a smirk as he grabbed her hips and began adding his own thrusts into the mix. Not long after, the two finally reached their peaks.

“Starlight!”

“Spike!”

“Ahhhhhhhhh-ha-haaaaa!” they sighed in unison, coming down from their orgasmic highs. Starlight fell to Spike’s side and cuddled close to him, enjoying his naturally warmer body temperature.

“Wow Spike, you performed a lot more than I expected you to,” she complimented.

“Yeah? That’s probably because of some 'training' I did.’”

“Where do you train for sex?” Starlight giggled.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” Spike replied with a chuckle.

“So how was work? Exciting?”

“Oh yeah. Exciting, and very informative.”

“Really? What did you learn? Oh, and what did you fight? And can you tell me about....*yawn*” Starlight yawned adorably.

“Heh....I think you should get some sleep. Maybe I’ll tell you in the morning.”

“*Yawn* You mean 45 minutes from now?”

“Yeah, well, I’d still try to get some sleep, and I will. Good night, Starry, get your-” Spike stopped when he noticed she was already asleep and snoring like an angel.

Spike smiled as she gently snored, but then a grim look of determination donned his face as he remembered where the goblin hideout was located. It raised so many questions....questions Spike might not get the answers to if he didn’t control himself. He knew now that he had more to fight for. He wouldn’t let anything stop him from finally ending this cat-and-mouse game with the goblins.

No matter what.

Author's Note

Hey guys, shout out to Starblade again for editing again!

Starlights Plan/Shits about to hit the fan.(Edited)

As the sun rose over the sleepy town of Ponyville, ushering in a brand new day, a certain dragon-blooded youth was waking up. Despite the fact that he had only slept for the better part of 45 minutes, he felt like he could get through the day just fine.

“*Yawn* Man, that was some dream,” Spike mumbled, waking up and stretching his arms over his head. He looked over to his left, expecting to see his alarm clock, but instead just saw open room. ‘Huh. That’s weird...my clock was always on that spot on top of the dresser, next to my bed. Come to think of it, where is my dresser? And my closet? My shelves? My bed? My ANYTHING?!’

*Yawn*

The sound of yawning far softer and more feminine than his own, followed by the sound of smacking lips, made the youth freeze. However, the sudden feeling of an arm wrapping around his torso finally made him look towards the source. It was none other than his recently acquired lover, Starlight Glimmer, still snoring adorably with her eyes closed. It was then that all of Spike’s activities from the previous night came to him.

“Oh yeah. Me and Starlight. That actually happened. How could I have possibly forgotten that?” Spike chuckled to himself, realizing how stupid he was for forgetting that he just had sex less than an hour ago. However, a grim look appeared on his face as he realized something else that he had forgotten. Something that was far more troubling. The Hobgoblin’s hideout was less than a mile away from his home, his town, and more importantly, his loved ones. It enraged him to think that he had allowed such filth to get so close. After all, he made it his personal business to make sure Ponyville was the most monster free place in Equestria.

“When I find those sons of bitches, I am gonna....”

“You’re gonna do what, lover?” a feminine voice inquired, snapping Spike out of his rage induced trance.

“Starlight! Sorry if I woke you,” Spike apologized to the older woman who had just woken up and looked unbearably attractive with her slightly frazzled hair and slight blush that filled her cheeks, right under her seemingly glowing persian blue eyes.

“No, it’s okay. I was just getting up anyways,” Starlight replied, sitting up and stretching her arms, much like Spike had done a few moments ago. “So, what’s up with that look on your face? I was hoping that the first look on my new lover’s face would be a pleased one,” she said, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh. Uh...don’t worry about it. It’s not you, it’s something else. Something far more....distressing,” Spike explained.

“Can you tell me what it is?”

“I would, but I wouldn’t want to get into anymore trouble with Luna.”

“Oh yeah, did you tell Princess Luna about me finding out?”

“Well, no. I mean I would have, but she needed to.....do some research in regards to the next mission, and the sooner she beats it out of-I mean gathers the info, the sooner I can get to it,” Spike said, correcting himself halfway through in order to hide the truth. Starlight may know his biggest secret now, but that didn’t mean he had to reveal all the gritty details involved, especially Princess Luna’s methods of “gathering information.”

“Well.....alright. But now that we have a moment to ourselves, there’s some other stuff I want to know.”

“Sure, go ahead and ask. But just a head’s up, there may be some stuff I still can’t let you in on,” Spike said so that Starlight knew that there were still some secrets about his night job that needed to remain confidential.

“Well, let’s get the obvious one out of the way first. How long have you been doing this?”

“Since I was fifteen years old,” Spike replied.

“Alright, and do you do this every night?”

“Well, not every night, but still a good majority of them. You see, there are some nights where Princess Luna will tell me ahead of time that I don’t have any assignments to carry out, so I get the night off instead. *Sigh* Unfortunately, nights like those occur only as often as the times Twilight gives me a day off.”

“Yeeesh! So not very often, huh?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Alright, moving on. Have you ever been seriously injured before?”

“Yeah, I have, more so when I first started out. But that was because I was still a rookie back then. Nowadays, injury isn’t something I worry about much due to my years of experience, as well as the fact that my draconic resilience makes it difficult for me to get hurt too badly and not quickly recover.”

Starlight’s eyes opened wide as her mind experienced a moment of clarity. “So then, the other day...that stuff on your side wasn’t ketchup, was it? It was....”

“Blood? Yes, it was.”

“But, how did you recover from it so quickly?” Starlight asked, briefly eying Spike’s side to confirm the absence of any serious injuries. “Even with a draconic bloodline, you shouldn’t be able to completely heal from a wound like that.”

“I often get healing potions from Zecora and Luna that help me out with those really bad injuries.”

“Does that mean that Zecora knows about this?”

“No, she doesn’t. I usually go over and help her with whatever she needs, just like I do for Twilight and the rest of you girls. In exchange, she just gives me anything I ask for.”

“Anything you ask for,” Starlight asked with a raised brow and a smirk.

“You have a dirty mind.”

“Ha! I have a dirty mind?! Look who’s talking!”

“Hmph! I’ll have you know that I don’t have a dirty mind. I have a sexy imagination,” Spike responded with mock anger.

“Oh, ha ha, good one.” The two held each other’s gazes for a brief moment before they both broke down into a fit of giggles. It lasted for a good few seconds, leaving them both with gleeful smiles on their faces. However, Starlight’s joyful countenance slowly changed to one of earnest reflection. “Spike, can I ask another more question?”

Spike, noticing the change in Starlight’s demeanor, also lost his jovial grin and gave her his full attention. “Heh, I’d say you just did, but go ahead. Shoot.”

“Were you ever going to tell us girls about this?”

Spike didn’t answer right. Instead, he gave a wry chuckle and began nervously scratching the back of his neck. He stared awkwardly at his lap, purposely keeping his eyes from meeting Starlight’s. For about a minute, the two sat there in silence, a heavy tension slowly filling the air. Worried that she might have driven the young man into a corner, Starlight was about retract her question. However, she was preemptively cut off as the silence was finally broken by a heavy sigh from Spike.

“*Sigh*.....You know what? I asked myself that question a lot over the past four years. And every time I did, I just couldn’t convince myself that revealing my secret was such a good idea. But now that you know, I’m thinking that maybe it’s time that I should. Originally, I didn’t tell Twilight or the girls because I knew they would try to stop me. To them, I was still just a kid, so it makes sense that they would worry for my safety. That’s why Twilight had me stay behind and watch the library whenever they had Elements of Harmony business. Letting me become a monster hunter? Ha! Not a chance. Who would let a fifteen-year-old battle monsters anyways?”

“Yeah, that’s another thing. How on earth are you able to fight those things? If they’re anything like what movies and horror novels describe, they should be able to tear you to pieces, dragon-blood or not!”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be able to stand up to those things. At least, not naturally,” Spike responded enigmatic smirk. “That’s why, when I first started training, Luna put me through an intense training curriculum, as well as augmented my body with some.....special enhancements.”

“Really? What kind of enhancements?” Starlight asked curiously.

Spike’s response was to hop out of bed–wearing nothing but his purple boxers–and stand at the foot of the bed. Starlight was about to question his behavior until he grabbed the bed by the end and effortlessly lifted it up above his head, making its sole occupant clench onto the bed tightly. She carefully looked over the edge to see Spike looking up at her with a cocky smile.

“Enhancements like this,” he said, putting the bed down before looking at a startled Starlight.

“W-Wow....that’s crazy....! Any other special features?”

“Well, besides my enhanced strength, I also have enhanced speed and stamina. All of my senses are far superior to those of an average person’s, and if I focus my hearing hard enough, I can even hear a person’s heartbeat in a quiet room,” Spike explained.

“...I see...” Starlight’s eyes roamed Spike’s lithe, muscular figure with renewed interest. In recent months, she had gazed longingly at Spike with arousal and affection. But now...well, she still looked at him with arousal and affection, but also something else. A sense of wonder and awe.

In the days she spent as Twilight Sparkle’s student–and the few she spent as her enemy–Starlight had seen some amazing individuals. The Bearers of the Elements of Harmony. The Princesses. Discord. Beings that possessed great magical power and selfless courage. But now, she alone in her room with a genuine super-human....a mostly naked super-human....a handsome, sexy super-human, whom she had seduced and slept with not more than an hour ago. A warm feeling of pride and accomplishment rose up within Starlight’s ample chest.

“Okay, Spike, one last question. What’s for breakfast?” she asked sweetly.

“Hmm....does scrambled eggs and bacon sound good?”

“Yeah, that sounds perfect,” Starlight said, getting out of bed while keeping her body covered in a sheet. She made her way to the bathroom to freshen up, leaving Spike to get dressed before starting breakfast. As she entered her private bathroom, Starlight began consider all the information she had just heard from Spike.

’Wow, Spike’s been a monster hunter all these years, and I didn’t even suspect anything weird about him! I always thought he really was sleeping. It’s not like that’s an uncommon thing for Dragon-bloods to do, Starlight thought as she stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. ’I guess I understand why he keeps it a secret, but he must have known we’d find out eventually. And now that I do know, I guess he’s starting to realize that he should have told us sooner.’ As streams of steaming hot water poured over her body, Starlight rubbed a washcloth up and down her silky skin. ’There has to be a way to let the other girls know about this, but not all at once. This should be done slowly and smoothly so as to not stir up a commotion. But when is the right time?’

At that moment, Starlight recalled that she and the girls were planning to have a sleepover tonight at the Castle of Friendship. It would be the perfect time to let at least one of them in on the secret, but she didn’t want to just drop the bomb on whoever she chose. For something so confidential and personal to Spike, this matter needed to be handled delicately. At the very least, she would need to get someone alone and away from the others first. It shouldn’t be too big a problem. If she mentioned she wanted to talk about something personal, the girls would respect her wishes and come along with her willingly. Naturally, Spike would have to be the subject of the conversation so as to keep things relevant.

’Hmph....that shouldn’t be too hard. Heh heh, I’m sure Spike would be shocked to hear how much we actually talk about him whenever we do one of our sleepovers. Now that I think about it, whenever the topic of Spike comes up, all the girls tend to act like a bunch of schoolgirls...with.....crushes. It was then that it hit her. All her friends probably noticed Spike’s transformation into a stud, like she did. She had suspected Twilight of having feelings for Spike due to how strange she’d been acting around him lately, or whenever she (Starlight) and Spike would flirt in front of her. ’Wow! I can’t believe that I never realized how many girls might actually like Spike, and now I’m the first (and probably not last) girl to have a taste of him, Starlight thought. After finishing her shower, she exited the bathroom and put on some clothes: a baby blue mini skirt, white tank top and white socks. She chose to just walk around in her socks since Spike was pretty good at keeping the floors clean.

“Wow, Spike sure earns whatever reward he gets for handling two jobs, especially the ones that he has,” Starlight praised, examining the sparkling clean walls of the castle. “Then again, with all the chores the other girls give him, he may as well have half-a-dozen jobs.”

Starlight made her way towards the kitchen, detecting a tantalizing aroma in the air the closer she got. As she walked in through the door, she saw Spike wearing his trademark pink apron along with purple shorts and a green T-shirt. He was, as always, signing a little tune while he cooked.

”Haven’t you people heard of, closing the goddamn door~” he sang.

“Hey Spike,” Starlight greeted, catching her new boyfriend’s attention.

“Oh, hey Starry. I got your breakfast ready, just the way you like it,” Spike responded happily.

Starlight took her seat and observed her breakfast: scrambled eggs and bacon with a glass of orange juice, her favorite breakfast.

“This looks great, Spike. Thanks!”

“My pleasure.”

“So, where’s Twilight? She’s usually up by now,” Starlight asked, noticing her teacher’s absence.

“I went to check on her and, believe it or not, she’s still asleep. She probably went through another one of her studying binges last night and fell asleep in the library,” Spike answered.

“Oh, okay. In that case, since we have some time to ourselves, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Is this gonna be another interrogation?” Spike asked cautiously.

“Eeeeh....sort of,” Starlight sheepishly replied. “I wanted to ask you for permission to do something.”

“Ask away,” Spike said, before taking a swig from his own glass of orange juice.

“Could I be the one to tell the girls about your night job?”

“Urk!”

*PSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!!*

“*Cough* *Cough*.....Sorry, what was that?” Spike wheezed after nearly choking on his juice and spitting it out in shock.

“Oh come on, Spike! Don’t act so surprised. Now that I know your little secret, it’s only a matter of time before the other girls find out. Besides, how long did you really think you could keep hidden from us? If your job is as tough as you say it is, then it was only a matter of time before something serious happened to you. You might have gotten hurt, or worse.....you might have gotten killed. Would you really have wanted us to find out that way, with you in a hospital ward or a morgue?

“Gotten killed,” those two words hit Spike hard and echoed throughout his thoughts. Death was a very real possibility in his line of work. Sure, he was a lot more powerful than most people, and yes, he was good at his job. Very good. But the stark reality is that one night, there could be a monster waiting for him that not only proved to be his equal....but his end as well.

“*Sigh*.....You’re right. I guess it’s time to face the music and tell them. But I always believed that I would be the one to reveal the truth. Then again, when they find out just how long I’ve been keeping it a secret from them, they might just rip my head off on sight.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’ll be happening,” Starlight said with a knowing smile.

“Why’s that?”

“Well Spike, first off, let me ask you a question. How do you feel about the girls?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, if you could, would you go on a date with any of them? Don’t worry, you won’t hear any protests against it from me.”

“Well...yeah, I would. I mean, they’re all so great. They all have such good qualities that make them all special, even without considering their roles as bearers for the Elements of Harmony. On top of all that, they’re just so beautiful, graceful, strong, courageous.....oh wow, I’m sorry. I got lost in the moment for a sec,” Spike said, shaking his head out of its dreamy state.

“I told you, it’s okay for you to think about them like that. In fact, I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

“What is it?”

“They fell the same about you.”

“...W-What....r-really?” Spike asked in shock.

“Yeah, though I always thought it was just a bunch of girls at a sleepover gawking at the cutest boy they know.”

“Well, I guess that explains all their actions the other day, especially Fluttershy....wow....how dumb do you have to be not to notice a bunch of girls like you?” Spike said, scratching his head.

“Wait...did you say Fluttershy? What did she do?” Starlight asked with an arched brow.

“Well, I went over to her cottage to help her with some of her heavy duty chores. After I was done, she actually.....kissed me.”

“Wait,wait,wait, Fluttershy.....kissed you? It’s not like her to be so bold.”

“I know, right? I was planning to pay her a visit and talk to her about it, but you know, with work getting in the way and all, it’s kind of hard to visit friends.”

“Well then, she will be the first.”

“The first what?”

“The first of the girls who I tell.”

“Huh? Why her?” Spike asked, a perplexed look on his face.

“Well, if Fluttershy of all people managed to do something so bold as kiss you, then she must feel rather close to you. And if you’re gonna tell your secret to anyone, it should definitely be with someone that trusts you, and vice versa. But most importantly, I’m telling her because she’ll be the second girl to join your harem.”

“Oh, well okay. Those sound like pretty good reaso-whaaaaaaat?! Spike asked, taking a few seconds to fully register Starlight’s words.

“Congratulations, Spike! You’re going to be the lucky S.O.B. who gets to have the Elements of Harmony in his personal harem...if all goes as planned, that is.”

“What do you mean by harem? Since when do harems exist in Equestria?!”

“Ahahahahah....! Oh Spike...poor, naïve, oblivious Spike. Has Twilight kept you so sheltered that you haven’t even noticed what’s been happening around you?” Starlight said, moving around the counter towards Spike with a pitying look on her face.

“What are you talking about?” Spike asked as the sexy mage closed the distance between them, sensually wrapping her arms around his neck once she got close.

“I mean, how could you not see that polygamous relationships are a daily part of Equestrian lives?”

“You can’t be serious! All the married couples I know are monogamous: Shining Armor & Princess Cadance, Nightlight & Twilight Velvet, Mr. & Mrs. Cake, Filthy & Spoiled Rich, etc., and that’s just the married couples. What about Big McIntosh and Sugar Belle? They’re not married, but I don’t see Mac running around with a bunch of other girls!”

“True. Monogamous relationships are seen a bit more often, but I bet you haven’t noticed the harems that have been right in front of your face.”

“Well go ahead and name some.”

“Thunderlane has a harem with Cloudchaser and her sister, Flitter. From what Rarity’s told me, Fancypants has one with Fleur de Lis and Sapphire Shores, and even this guy named Feather Bangs who has a harem with three girls back in my hometown.”

“Oh yeah, Mac told me about that guy. Though he didn’t say anything positive about him.”

“Exactly. So you see, Spike, polygamous relationships are far more common than you think. Usually, it’s a matter of whether or not a man’s first woman is willing to share. If she is, then it isn’t uncommon for her to look for other women to join the harem, usually her closest friends. There have also been cases where a second man is added to the harem, but those are rather rare.”

“Wow.....I’ve lived in Equestria all my life, and yet I know so little about its courtship practices. Heh....probably because I was so blinded with chasing after Rarity all these years.”

“Well, now you know. And as your very first girlfriend, I am going to be spear-heading this little harem making operation.”

“Er, what are you gonna do, exactly?” Spike asked anxiously, slightly unnerved by Starlight’s sudden enthusiasm.

“Simple. I’m going to induct the girls into the harem while simultaneously telling them about you being a monster hunter. It will be a way of showing them that you care for them and trust them enough to let them in on your deepest secret.”

Spike stayed silent for a moment, reflecting on Starlight’s words before giving a response. “Well, I guess you have a point. You know what? Go ahead. It’s time the girls knew about this, and about us. I just hope they don’t freak out.”

“About you being a monster hunter, or about the pounding you gave me in my bedroom last night?” Starlight asked coyly.

“Both. But the former most of all. We’ve only slept together last night, but I’ve been hunting monsters in secret for over four years. I mean, finding out that monsters even exist will be shocking enough. But that the little boy who followed Twilight around for years as her assistant is a monster hunter? It’s only natural to be worried over how they’ll take such news,” Spike fretted, picturing the girls’ reactions to the news in his head.

Despite supporting Starlight’s plan to reveal his secret to the girls, the idea of how they’ll react to the news scared Spike, far more than any monster ever has. What if they hated him for it? What if they never forgave him? Or worse. What if Twilight decided to...to.....”

“Mmmphh?!” Spike made a muffled noise as Starlight’s lips collided with his own. He was surprised at first, but relaxed into it as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. They greatly enjoyed the warm feeling of their bodies being pressed together, but eventually had to separate when the need for oxygen arose.

“Feel better now?” Starlight asked.

“Yeah. Thank you. I’m just a little nervous about how the girls will react to the news, that’s all,” Spike replied.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m sure the girls will understand why you kept it a secret for so long. After all, I did,” Starlight comforted him.

“But what about Twilight? She and I have always been inseparable. We tell each other everything! There’s so much I owe her, and yet here I am keeping the biggest secret of my life from the most important woman of my life.”

“Hmph, really? ‘The most important woman in your life?’ What am I, chopped liver?” Starlight said, separating from Spike and turning her back to him.

“Huh?! N-No, wait! I didn’t mean it like that, Starry, honest! I just meant that she’s my closest friend. But you, you’re not my frie-I mean, you’re not just my friend, you’re my girlfriend,” Spike said, getting nervous at how quickly he’d angered his new girlfriend. Growing up in Canterlot with Twilight’s family, Spike had seen enough romantic drama between Twilight’s parents and between Shining Armor and Princess Cadance to know that upsetting one’s lover almost never ends well, especially for the men.

“I’m afraid that’s not going to cut it,” Starlight replied, folding her arms in front of her chest while still keeping her back facing the young man. However, for one fleeting second, she had looked back at him with the corner of her eye; she revealed a small smirk on her lips before returning to her seemingly upset state. Spike didn’t fail to notice this, however, and began to re-examine Starlight’s body language. At first glance, most of her features pointed to her being steamed about something, but when Spike’s gaze angled downwards, he noticed that she was deliberately arching her back in such a way that allowed her curvy ass to stand out. It was almost like it was provoking him to come and claim it. Suddenly, Spike realized what he had to do.

“So, that’s not gonna cut it?” he asked, playing along.

“Nope,” she replied coyly.

“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing I know another way to make it up to you,” Spike said, stealthily closing the distance between them with his hands reaching for her shoulders.

“Oh? And just how will you do tha-eeek!” Starlight squealed as she suddenly found herself bent over the kitchen table, much to her delight. “Is this your way of apologizing? Because I think you’re on the right track.”

“Hehehehe.....I knew you’d see things my way,” Spike said huskily, moving his hands from pinning Starlight’s shoulders to the table to pulling her miniskirt down her waist to her feet. He observed hungrily the landscape that was Starlight’s ass through her panties. He enjoyed the sight of its luscious curves, the feel of its softness as he ran his hands around it, and the sound of Starlight’s purr of contentment.

“Oh Spike, don’t be such a tease,” Starlight said, shaking her ass in hopes of enticing the monster hunter to skip the foreplay and simply take her already.

“Alright, alright, if you’re that eager to get fucked into the table, who am I to deny you? But first, I’d like to give the big guy a smooth road to ride over. I think we’ll both enjoy that,” Spike said, sliding Starlight’s panties to the ground. Then he got on his knees, placing his face tantalizingly close to her juicy, shaved peach of an ass, and whipped out his reptilian tongue. Gifted to them by their dragon ancestors, Dragon-bloods possessed long, flexible, prehensile, reptilian-like tongues. With the versatile, pink muscle now unleashed, Spike planned to turn Starlight’s dripping cunt into his breakfast.

Starlight moaned loudly in ecstasy as Spike’s tongue whirled around inside her, rigorously drilling insider her pussy as it reached deeper than she thought possible. She wanted to kick and scream, but Spike’s strength-enhanced arms kept her lower half from doing the former, and fear of somehow waking her teacher kept her from doing the latter. She could feel herself getting drenched from both saliva and femcum as her climax approached, like a volcano about to erupt.

“Spiiiiiiiiiike~! she cried. Unable to hold herself back any longer, Starlight released a torrent of her cum directly into the monster hunter’s face.

“*Slurp* Yummy,” Spike growled as the taste of Starlight’s nectar danced across his taste buds. This set his inner fire ablaze and his desire to fuck the mage before him sky-rocketed. “I think I’ve had enough foreplay. Time to have some real fun.” With a predatory glint in his eyes, Spike stood up and began dropping his pants with one hand. With the other hand, Spike grasped her head and roughly pinned her to the table, firmly grasping strands of her hair within his digits.

“Yes! Pleee-hee-hee-heeEEEassseee give it to me~! I need it so bad!” Starlight begged, wishing Spike would hurry up and just take her to pound town already. As if he was reading her thoughts, Spike plunged his dick into her sopping wet cunt. The combination of saliva and femcum made the penetration as smooth as a hot knife through butter. And much to Starlight’s delight, Spike didn’t start slow at all. He thrust with aggression into the slender woman’s writhing form beneath him. Her constant squeals and moans aroused his bestial dragon blood even more.

Spike leans slightly backwards, giving him enough leverage to pump his hips even faster, as well as allow him to admire the slapping and bouncing of Starlight’s pleasantly plump rear. Then, he grabbed those spankable cheeks and lifted Starlight’s ass higher up until she stood on the very tips of her toes. This made it easier to watch her sweet cunt swallow his cock every time he slammed into her jiggling rump.

“Ahhhhh! Spike! I’m so close!” Starlight screamed as she almost reached her peak.

“Yeah....me too,” Spike grunted, feeling his own climax fast approaching.

“Oh fuck, Spike! I’m....I-ahhhhhh!” she screamed, cumming hard against Spike’s lap.

“Oh man, your cunt’s so tight! Ahhhh!” Spike groaned. He thrust his hips one final time before leaving his cock fully hilted in Starlight’s cunt. His lap was glued to her seat as his member erupted like a geyser, releasing a heavy payload deep into her womb.

The two stayed in place for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of their brief romp. After catching his breath, Spike pulled out of Starlight’s vagina, allowing quite of bit of his seed to flow from her slit and onto her bare legs and floor. Starlight cast a small spell to dispose of the sticky fluid, leaving the floor and her legs completely dry. As she pulled up her panties and skirt, Spike also pulled up his boxers and pants.

“Well, that was fun,” Starlight said. She was completely satisfied....slightly bowlegged and weak in the knees, perhaps, but still satisfied nonetheless.

“Yeah, really fun. Think we could do that more often? This is a great way to relieve the stress from monster hunting, and I have four years worth built up to work out of my system,” Spike said, leaning back on the counter.

“Oh we most certainly will, and if everything goes as planned, then you’ll have more than just little ol’ me to help you work off that stress. In fact, you’ll have an entire gang of smoking hot babes who’ll milk you bone dry. whenever. you. want. How does that sound, my big bad monster hunter~?”

“That sounds like my kind of plan,” Spike replied before giving Starlight a small peck on her lips.

The two shared a chuckle until they heard the sound of footsteps slowly approaching and quickly gathered themselves. The two took a quick look around the kitchen, then looked to each other and nodded in silent agreement. Like an experienced strike team, the two quickly went to work, disposing any remaining traces of evidence of their private fun time. Spike quickly wiped down the table while Starlight used an Air Purification spell to remove the stench of hot, raunchy sex out of the air. The two made short work of the cleanup, then started to act casually just as Twilight stepped into the room.

“Good morning, Spike...*yawn*....Starlight,” Twilight sleepily greeted. Spike and Starlight appeared to slightly relax as Twilight seemed to not suspect a thing. Of course, they couldn’t tell whether that was because of their meticulous disposal of evidence or Twilight’s lethargic state. Either way, they silently took it as a win.

“Morning Twi, you sure slept for quite a while,” Spike said, commenting on the princess’ unusually late wake up.

“Yeah, I was doing some late night studying last night. By the way, thanks for the blanket, Spike. That was very sweet of you.”

“No problem, Twilight, happy to help. So, you have any plans for today?”

“Actually, we need to pick up a few things for tonight’s sleepover,” Twilight reminded.

“Oh, you’re going to have another sleepover with the rest of the girls, huh?” Spike asked, pretending that he didn’t already know.

“That’s right. It’s going to be just the seven of us,” Starlight added.

“Wait, seven? So no CMC this time?” Spike asked.

“No, not this time. We invited them, but as it turns out, the three of them are having their own sleepover tonight at Sweet Apple Acres while Big Mac is visiting Sugar Belle in Our Town and Granny Smith is in Las Pegasus,” Twilight informed.

“So it’ll just be the three of them? Yeeesh. Hopefully they don’t burn the place down,” Spike commented.

“*Giggle* That’s exactly what Applejack said.” The three shared a good laugh at that.

And so, the three housemates went about their daily routine. Spike did his chores, cleaned the castle, and picked up the supplies necessary for the sleepover. Meanwhile, Twilight performed her usual duties as both princess and teacher, the latter involving mentoring her student Starlight. Eventually, evening came upon Ponyville, and it was nearly time for the girls to arrive at the castle for the slumber party. While waiting for the girls’ arrival, Spike sat alone on a balcony overlooking the town, watching as the sun went down. With night fast approaching, it was almost time for him to suit up and head for Canterlot for work so he could get what information Luna was able to extract from her prisoners.

“Looks like a full moon tonight,” Spike observed as the last rays of the sun disappeared beyond the horizon while a full moon took its place in the night sky. Spike knew he had to wait until all the girls had arrived for the sleepover before he could leave. After all, he didn’t want to raise suspicion. Still, he was eager to meet with Princess Luna as soon as possible. The sooner he got to speak with the Princess of the Night, the sooner he could find the rat hole that the goblins had shoved themselves and finish them off for good.

Ever since finding out that the goblins’ main base was just outside Ponyville, Spike had been anxious over the looming threat to his home and friends. For once, he couldn’t wait to set out and confront the little, green bastards head-to-head. Unfortunately for Spike, he would have his wish granted sooner than expected. Unbeknownst to the spiky-haired monster hunter, his quarry had made similar plans to hunt down the hunter.

Everfree Forest
(One hour ago...)

To the inhabitants of Equestria, the Everfree Forest had always been a very unnerving place to be, especially those who live just beyond its borders. It was a land that once was the center of the nation, where the immortal rulers of Equestria once resided and held court. But that was in a bygone era, before the corruption, fall, and millennial banishment of the Diarch of the Moon. Now, it is a wild woodland filled with danger and death to those who enter unprepared; a place overflowing with chaos magic, making the once great land difficult, if not impossible, to be tamed ever again. And thus it gained the name, Everfree.

Various plants, unique creatures–both great and small–and unrestrained weather patterns dwell within the treacherous woods. Though it is difficult to determine what scares the people of Equestria more: the dangerous plants and monsters that inhabit the forest, or the fact that they are able to live and flourish without the magic and guiding hand of the nation’s people. Despite the chaotic nature of the forest, to the select few who brave or dwell within these wild woods, there is a sense of order within the chaos. A subtle routine that–while not glaringly obvious–surely exists and flows periodically for the wild creatures that call the forest home.

As dusk falls upon the Everfree, the eerie shadows of the various wildlife began to scurry about their habitats, preparing for yet another night of eat or be eaten. However, in one small corner along the edge of the forest, something different was about to take place. Something that was....unnatural, at least by the usual standards of the forest.

Just under a mile from the edge of Ponyville, there stood a cave on the side of a hill. Much like the average cave, its environment was seemingly barren at first glance. But if one were to venture deep within the hollow cavern, one would find evidence that the cave was inhabited by intelligent life. Its walls and floor were made of solid rock, chiseled and polished into smooth stone by dexterous hands and manmade tools. There were ornate doors–mostly made from the trees from the surrounding forest area–that led to several different adjoining rooms, each serving a separate purpose. But the most striking thing about this cave was not its features, but the occupants that dwelled within. A band of green-faced, needle-toothed inhabitants, who were no doubt responsible for the cave’s renovations. These green-skinned monsters swarmed the cave and it’s numerous caverns in unconfirmed numbers.

“He. DID. WHAT!.........WHAT!!!!!”

The screams of an angry goblin rang throughout the halls of the cave network. The source of the screams came from behind an iron door labeled “Boss’s Office,” where a small group of goblins were currently getting their ears screamed off by their leader.

“Um.....he....uh.....destroyed the shipment of guns....boss,” one goblin weakly answered.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! YOU MEAN THAT BASTARD GOT IN THE WAY OF MY BUSINESS.....AGAIN!” their boss continued to scream.

“Yeah boss......and um....we have confirmed that he captured your second-in-command, Biggs,” another goblin informed.

“I DON’T CARE IF THAT FAT FUCK WAS STUCK ON A SPIT AND ROASTED ALIVE LIKE A PIG! DO YOU IDIOTS KNOW HOW MANY GUNS WERE ON THAT SHIP?! MILLIONS SHOT RIGHT TO HELL! AND WHO’S MONEY IS THAT?!”

“Um...your money...boss.”

“MY MONEY....MINE!” the goblin declared.

“We understand that boss, but we really think you should listen....If Biggs is captured, then it’s only a matter of time before they get him to talk. And when that happens, they’ll know where we are as well as our numbers. With that info, they’ll be able to find us......and come after you.”

“.......” For the first time since the underlings entered the office space, their boss remained perfectly silent as he reflected upon this recent revelation. However, that only lasted for a few seconds before he yelled out again with renewed rage. “WOULD SOMEBODY LIKE TO TELL ME WHY THE HELL THIS HUNTER ISN’T DEAD YET?!”

“Well...we’re trying, sir.....but it just hasn’t seemed to work....So, I’ll increase patrols around the cave and...”

“NO! Screw that! It’s time he learned goblins aren’t victims to be messed with! We’re going on the offensive! We’re gonna do something big, something LOUD! When he shows up to stop us, I want him to see nothing but scorched earth!”

“Um...yes, boss! But, where do we go?”

“What’s the name of that backwoods town nearby?”

“P-Ponyville, boss.”

“Ponyville....good. Okay, round up the boys, get over there and raise it to the ground, starting with that farm that makes that shit tasting cider,” the boss ordered.

“YES, BOSS!” the goblins cheered before moving to make preparations for the upcoming assault on Ponyville. However, this would prove to be only one of the problems the young monster hunter would have to face, as the sleepy little town would soon discover.

Our Town

On a small hill just outside Starlight’s old village, a young couple was enjoying a romantic evening beneath Luna’s night sky. One was a mage who ran the local bakery, and the other was her farmer boyfriend, visiting from another small village, Ponyville.

“It sure looks like a beautiful night, huh Mac?” Sugar Belle asked, looking toward the young man who had been her boyfriend for the past six years.

“Eeyup, but it’s not as beautiful as you,” Big Mac replied as he also gazed up at the rising moon. The two were laying flat on their backs on a quilted blanket, looking up at the dazzling night sky. Big Mac glanced quickly at Sugar Belle to make sure she was watching the stars and not himself. Once he was sure that she was distracted, his lips formed a coy smile.

The timing was perfect. The moon was out, and this night would mark the end of the couple’s sixth year in a relationship. Despite their long-distance relationship, Mac and Sugar had managed to produce quite a number of happy memories while together. But now, Mac had bigger plans in store for him and his girlfriend. He slowly and silently reached into his pants pocket, pulling out a small, black box.

“Uh......hey, Sugar Belle? Could yah get up for a spell?” Mac asked, sitting up while hiding the box.

“Sure, Big Sweetie Apple. What is it?” she asked, gazing curiously into his sap green eyes. With Sugar Belle’s full attention on him, Mac’s heart began to pound painfully into his chest. He felt the fear rattle him, but he was determined not to let it stop him. He took a deep breath to settle his nerves before calmly facing Sugar Belle.

“There’s somethin’ ah’ve been meanin’ to ask yah,” he said, getting on one knee while Sugar Belle sat in front of him.

“Yes, Macky?” she asked, using her pet nickname for him. That’s when he revealed the black box in his hand, presenting it to Sugar Belle.

“*Gasp*” Sugar Belle gasped, suddenly realizing what was happening.

Mac pried the box’s lid open, revealing a large diamond fitted upon a golden ring. Sugar looked up-and-down, her eyes repeatedly looking down at the ring, then up at McIntosh and back again. She almost had to physically stop herself from pinching her arm to see if this was real.

This was it. This was the exact moment that Big Mac had long awaited and planned for since the moment his eyes first fell on her.

"Sugar Belle, mah love, will you marry......m-marry...*cough**cough*.....what in blazes....*cough*.....Ahhhhh!" Mac screamed as a blazing and excruciating pain suddenly coursed through his body, making him collapse onto the ground.

"Oh no, Mac! What's happening?!" Sugar Belle frantically asked, watching helplessly as her boyfriend writhed in pain. Suddenly, Sugar noticed something...Mac was changing. His body began to grow, larger and larger, so much so that his clothes began to rip and tear, unable to accommodate his increase in size and mass. Following his rapid growth, fur began to sprout all over his body, spreading like wildfire over his rapidly changing body structure.

All the while, Sugar Belle just stood there, paralyzed by the horrible sight. She watched as the being that was her boyfriend suddenly stopped screaming in agony and began to stand on its own two legs. Its eyes promptly opened and immediately zeroed in on Sugar Belle's form, trembling in fear and too scared to move. The creature stood upright, looked at the shining white surface of the moon, and let out a howl that was long overdue.

"AWWWOOOoooooOOOooooOOOOOOOO!!!"

Revamp?

Hey there guys, Slash here hoping to give you guys an update. The situation with a lap top has gotten a bit better, I'm hoping I can get back to writing again. Though I wanted to let you guys know that I'm considering giving this an overhaul, things have changed and I'd kinda like to take another shot at this. So I wanted to hear your thoughts on the matter, continuing from here is an option but starting over also seems a bit more appealing from me. Let me know your thoughts in the comments.

-Slash17