Mina, Ponyville, and The Rod of Spike

"Spike!" Princess Twilight Sparkle called out as she pushed the doors open and stepped inside. "SPIKE!"

"I'm in the kitchen!" Spike called back.

The young dragon stood at a counter, a chef's hat on his head and "KISS THE KOOK" apron across his front. He hummed to himself as he whisked a bowlful of batter, his hips swinging back and forth in rhythm to the song and stirring. He was for the most part lost in his own little world, enjoying the work of his baking.

"You got a package," Twilight said as she stepped in.

The statement brought Spike to a halt, turning toward the door. He got plenty of letters -- Thorax, Ember, Mina, even fans from The Crystal Empire -- but never gotten a package before.

"Who's it from?" he asked, setting the bowl down on the counter. Or trying to anyway.

He could clean up the spilled batter later.

Twilight looked at the front of the package, brow furrowing.

"The address says: Dragontown Comics and Collectibles."

With a gasp, Spike hopped off his stool and ran over. Leaping up, he snatched the package from Twilight's magic and clutched it to his chest. A wide grin spread across his face as he began tearing the package open.

"That's the name of Mina's comic shop in Fillydelphia," he explained. "Which means that this should be..."

Reaching in, he pulled out a graphic novel. The title identified it as Sir Spike and The Case of The Fillydelphia Fires. Beneath was a taller and broader-shouldered Spike, dressed in a bowler hat and vest, leaning on a can while stroking a handlebar mustache.

Inside the package was also a letter.

Spike passed the book to Twilight so she could look at it while he read the letter.

Dear Spike,

Thanks for your help. As you can see, I was not only able to write and draw the graphic novel, but managed to get it published. I hope you like the creative choices I took for your design. I think I did a great job of capturing a part of your personality for the story. Since it is about you, I have sent you an autographed first print. I know you'll love to read it, and that you'll take good care of it.

I am already working on my next comic. This time, I was thinking of having it be an erotic romance. Perhaps the two of us could get together and you could help give me some more ideas for that one as well.

Hoping to hear from soon,

Mina.

Spike read the letter a second time, feeling a blush at the implications.

"What's it say?" Twilight asked, reminding Spike that she was there and immediately killing the fantasy that had just started to form.

"It's a letter from Mina," he answered as he folded the letter up. "Thanking me with helping with her story, and asking if I would help her with the next one."

"Aww," Twilight cooed. Stepping closer, she wrapped him in a foreleg and pulled him in a hug. "That's great."

"Yeah," he said, hugging back. "Although it means that either I'll have to go back to Fillydelphia, or she'll have to come visit again."

"Maybe you should go visit her this time," suggested Twilight. "She did come to visit you last time." Her eyes then narrowed as she looked down at him and smirked. "Plus, I won't have to worry about you two destroying my castle if you decide to have sex again."

All of the color drained from Spike's face.