"Think this is enough?" Sunset asked after they'd finished loading the boxes up, which meant snagging nearly everything that was left.

Twilight did a quick inventory, grabbing the last few pancakes. They'd be a little cold, but still edible. "Maybe, I don't really know what kind of apatite Spike has now, so we'll find out soon enough."

Meanwhile, Nurse Redheart was glaring at the head of her stethoscope. "I just got this thing..."

"Is it broken?" Spike asked, watching her smack it on the table.

"It's letting me hear something, but a heartbeat's supposed to be a steady 'ba-bump, ba-bump'. NOT 'thud, thud, thud'!"

"Um...I have a thick heart?"

Redheart gave him a look, and started to say something when the door opened, revealing Twilight and Sunset, both having to look around the piles they were carrying. However, they weren't alone. "Spitfire, what brings you here?" Redheart looked a little surprised to see the strict-looking pegasusblood woman behind them. "You just had a physical last week."

"That little incident in the gym's spreading like wildfire." She lowered her sunglasses as she looked at Spike. "Aaannd looks like that rumor about a boy at the school wasn't hogwash after all. So, you're the one that messed up the fire escape door."

"S-sorry about that..." He looked sheepish as he remembered what he'd done.

"Eh, given how freaked out the girls say you looked, I shouldn't be surprised." She waved it off. "Hell, I'm coulrophobic , myself."

"Coulro...fear of clowns?" Twilight looked back at their gym teacher.

Spitfire made a noise of revulsion. "Ugh, hate those guys. Creepy as hell!" She quickly shook her head. "Aaanyway, I saw the door, and that footprint you left in the track. I may not know that much about dragonbloods, but that is no easy task. Kinda the reason I'm here." She smirked. "After Red's done looking you over, you're coming with me back to the gym. Celestia and Luna gave the ok for me to test just what you can do. One of the said you were lifting weights when they saw you, right?"

"Yeah...I took a couple hobbies to try and deal with the anxiety. Weightlifting's one..."

"Nice; now, soon as she gives the ok. Hurry up with this late breakfast of yours; there's curls to be made!"

As luck would have it, testing his reflexes was the final item on the list. Spitfire got a dirty look from the nurse for laughing when she had to dive away from Spike's size twenty-threes wooshing up to her face.

When the food was presented, they learned his apatite was nearly as big as his torso. Even Spitfire leaned back a tad when they watched him make a quad-stacked bacon, sausage, hash brown, and pancake sandwich, with maple syrup. The lean went further when he managed to fit it in his fang-loaded mouth.

Sunset whistled. "Well, that's one good excuse to have cooking as one of his hobbies." She said, watching him polish off a second one, then make a third. By the time he looked satisfied, the only remaining items were a couple sausages and a juice box, which Twilight quickly claimed for herself.

"'Scuse me." He mumbled after letting out a belch that rattled the cabinets.

"All right, since we need to get you some gym clothes in your size, we'll make do right now." Spitfire picked up a clipboard after they returned to the gym. "Do a little stretching then we'll start with the basics."

"Ok." He didn't know why, but it looked like the teachers weren't setting off his 'scream in terror' mode. So, it made things a bit more relaxed for him. With that, he took his jacket off and started rolling his shoulders.

"EEP!" Twilight had thought she'd recovered from the shower incident that morning, but when she saw the slow shoulder rolls he was starting with, along with his sheer size, the memory came back with a vengeance. 'I slept beside that last night...' joined with 'Tight shirt...!', and the moment he did a full torso flex to stretch things out...

"Dwah!" Sunset yelped when she was nearly yanked off her feet from the grab Twilight did to her arm. On the plus side, it did stop her drooling at the view.

"Ready? Let's..." Spitfire turned to him, then looked up...and up. She slowly raised her shades. "Riiight...they better not charge extra for this. Yeah, let's start with the punching bag." She led him over to the full-sized bag. " Just give it a good hard slug."

"Just...hit it as hard...?"

"Hard as you can. Don't worry, it's a two-hundred pound-"

'THU-BOOM!'

There was a near audible creaking as she turned to look at the leather scraps and sand now scattered across a third of the gym floor, the top end still dangling from the hook. "It...was a two-hundred pound sandbag..."

Meanwhile the two girls stared in shock at the destruction he'd wrought with one haymaker. "T-Twilight..."

"I saw, Sunset."

"Applejack and Rainbow are gonna miss that bag."

"Yeah."

"Hey, Twilight...you think...?"

"No, Sunset. Absolutely not."

"Come on...!"

"No."

"I can record-"

"No!"

Author's Note

Yes, I'm back, and alive.

Before anyone asks, I can explain the disappearance; when the series ended , it kinda hurt the motivation. Little tricky to keep going when it came to an end.

Also, inspiration struck elsewhere, in the form of MHA.

It may be a little slow, but I'll do my best to try and get back to updates.