Spike woke up, his vision blurry and foggy, he scratched his eyelids slowly as the after effects from the magic trip faded. The world around him was now more detailed and tiny: four walls surrounded his cardinal points, and a ceiling of granite protected both his head and his feet from the outside world… It was a room.

"This must be..." Spike turned to his left and moved forward. He noticed a bed with purple sheets, a nightstand with a golden clock atop of it. The most remarkable thing was the pile of costumes resting in the mattress. Spike pulled one piece from the stack to confirm his suspicion.

"It’s from pink- I mean, Fili-second," he gasped slightly after stretching the costume to its full length. The odor of sweat sprung out from the silk after being stretched. “And it has been used…”

Spike sniffed a couple of times, the smell was odd, a combination between the smell of caramel with sweat… a bittersweet fragrance which oddity made it someway addictive. he sniffed again, this time more briefly as a dumbfound smile started to curl his face. He was about to take another breath out of the costume before a sudden thought flashed through his mind.

“Why would they leave their clothes here?” He turned his sight to the right as if trying to find clues to an answer inside the room.

A brown wardrobe, a white chest and a magic mirror resting on a desk were the only things he found. He narrowed his distance to the odd—yet familiar—mirror that reflected no images of the room, but detailed information, just like one of the many enchanted books inside the castle’s library.

“Maybe this screen will tell me,” he said, his eyes furrowing at the blinding light coming from the enchanted crystal, “The information of the city, villains status, amount of prisons available…” he narrated for himself before shrugging, “nah, this doesn’t help.”

Spike turned to his left, a plain wall, green and cleanest than the others. The drake left his shoulders go limp as the realization hit him: Hum Drum’s room was plain boring. Ugh...

He breathed deeply.

No, he stood firm once again, I know there is more than what he shows.

Spike scratched his chin in deep thought as his eyes took a second view of the room, Maybe Humdrum is too occupied to have any time left to enjoy his own room, hence the lack of interesting things in it.

The drake recomposed his posture, eyes shimmering with new found determination. He just needed to go out and look at the headquarters, train himself to the limits of the hero, study his diet, his traits, his training methods, his powers and weakness. He needed to know everything.

Hum Drum is more than just a sidekick, I know he can be more than just the comic-relief of the story.

Spike turned back, towards the door of the room, his steps firm and vigorous. In less than five seconds he was in front of the knob and was about to open it; until something got his attention from the up corner of his eye.

He stepped backward and looked more cautiously at a piece of paper wrapped on the door. It was a list with the title, Humdrum to-do list, written in bold letters. What followed was a list of fourteen things to do each one had the day—with an odd separation between each one--in which the task should be done remarked with a reddish color.

Spike then recalled the pile of used clothes in his bed. Everything was obvious for him now, his task for today included cleaning those costumes. He searched through the list to see what other thing was needed to be done. Muttering to himself each point while his claw was used as a cursor.

“Cleaning the girls’ attire… and,” he pointed to the paper with his claws, “Clean the HQ’ central rooms…” He trailed off for a moment. He would have to practically clean the whole installation, all by himself. A complex facility that is at least six to seven stores high…

“…” he groaned in exasperation, “do I really need to do all this crap?” he pondered some more, “This time the main event is just doing the heroes daily routine… so there shouldn’t be a way out until I finish my duties… I think…”

The drake sighed… he had his early chores done and then helped Rarity till mid-day… does everything in his life have to revolve around errands?

The drake took a brief glimpse of his attire, the attire of the hero he long-waited to one day be great and awesome. A couple more of errands are nothing; I will find what really makes Hum Drum especial.

His face turned upright with a toothy smile, “Ha, The castle is way bigger than this place anyway.”

Spike turned back to the hero’s bed, and with a swift movement, folded them around the clothes, making a bag-like form which made the stack easier to be carried.

“I can clean that crystal fortress before breakfast,” He said while taking the bag up his shoulder. He then noticed another weird occurrence, the pack of clothes was heavy… a little pack of clothes was heavy for him. “How weird… ugh…” he grunted but even still kept moving towards the door, “The book probably changed my own strength to fit the one of Humdrum’s…”

He grunted again, and with a little more of effort opened the door and pushed the bag to the other side, “It doesn’t matter, just a handicap. I had it worse while living among butlers and maids at mom’s castle.”

Spike quivered at the memories, images of floors covered in mud, special rooms made to wash the dishes, the special test that each aspirant has to pass to be the right hand of Celestia.

He shivered again, “Only Raven Inkwell and I had passed that test…” He sighed, his eyes closed as he took a huge breath. “Come on Spike, focus, you need to clean this place quick.”

After that self-scolding, he closed the door and took the silk-made bag before starting his short journey through the castle.

Aside from Humdrum’s room, the rest of the fortress was well known for the little drake, his first stop was the wareroom just in front of Hum Drum’s room which most of the belongings of the heroes were stored. Gadgets, suits, and maps were organized in a huge table at the center of the room. The side walls were occupied with shelves, each shelf packed to the brim with books that had been proven in the past to be useful against the sneakier or powerful of enemies.

The room’s southern side was equipped with machinery that automatized the process of washing the clothes and costumes, a row of metal blocks, each one with a panel at the top and a pristine window in the center.

Spike looked cautiously at the buttons and valves at the panel of the machine. His eyes went down below the panel and detailed a cylindrical space at the other side of the oval crystal door. The little drake didn’t last long to conclude what was the given space for. And so, he started to work with a confident nod and smile.

“These ones are just like the ones I used way back in Canterlot… well, except that this looks rustier and less fancy… that valve labeled pressure is also new… I wonder what is its purpose…” he trailed off. His head moved slowly from side to side as he tried to find a clue or note in the place. Luckily enough, there was a note in the pillar at his right. Upon reading the note, he understood the proper use of the uncommon valve.

So… every costume needs to have a special treatment, especially the one from Zapp, Fili, and Saddle. Otherwise, the cloth will evaporate after making contact with the girls' powers… that’s really interesting, and could really be used as a plot device in future chapters.

Spike gave the notes a second read before putting his claws into work. After a quick mental calculation, he concluded that it will take him at least three hours and a half to clean everything up. Leaving him more than enough time for cleaning the HQ’s.

“Well, maybe I can make a use of this situation,” Spike scratched his chin, “Hum Drum’s stamina could be not as good as mine… which will means me getting tired pretty easily if I try to clean the whole place in the first run,” He paused, made sure that the clothes were well placed and everything looked good before turning on the machines. The engines made a silent and pleasant sound after starting to work that matched the one from his hum.

Spike turned back and gazed at the metal framed door of the elevator. ”Better give it a try in the last floor, were the observatory and Masked’s room are. That way I can finish everything and end up here,” he proposed before calling the elevator.

Spike laid panting on the shimmering floor of Masked Matter-Horn room, sweat soaking his costume. He had to pull of his mask after the amount of salty water started to bother his vision. It has not been less than five minutes upon his arrival at the last floor of the headquarters and he was already done with the cleaning and dusting. He pondered next about his possible options and decided to rest on Masked’s room and try to get some information about Hum Drum in the process.

Spike glanced to a metal door with no knobs, a digital panel was placed at the side of the door, in it, a screen with a red symbol signaled that the door was closed and needed a password.

I can only assume that there is where Masked is… Spike panted. If I recall well, that room serves as a bunker in which she can use her powers without worrying about collateral damage. He thought, his breathing becoming less erratic.

Suddenly, the door started to crack from the inside, metallic and thunderous sounds clouded the drake’s senses for a brief moment before the door opened. A white smoke slithered inside the room at the same time a purple figure made its way out of the bunker. The drake couldn’t help but hold his head tight as the pain from the booming sound echoed inside his mind.

“Looks like creating oxygen from thin air isn’t as simple as I thought,” a feminine voice said, its tone ragged and hinting exhaustion. “Ahg… I can’t feel my horn… wait I don’t have one, Ha-ha! …” the voice commented while the smoke faded, revealing a pink mare of a darkish pink mane, eyes, and tail, “there must be a way to make that joke funny.”

Spike snickered at the hero’s antics while scrunching his eyes in an attempt to detail her features between the fog. Her body was covered with scruffy silk that before could be described as a lab coat, and in her neck was a pair of broken goggles. It’s like seeing Twilight on a bad sci-day.

She deposited its accessories in a nearby trash bin placed near the door before turning her attention to the being resting on the room’s floor.

“Hum Drum, you are here!” she exclaimed to the hero, action that earnest a faint wince of pain from the drake, “And~ you look dead tired, did something happened?” she added after noticing the hero’s fatigue.

“I finished cleaning the whole floor…” he managed to say before feeling the soothing sensation of pain dissipating.

“Really? That is new for you, you usually take the whole day cleaning the floors below before going up here,” she pointed out as she made her way to the hero.

“Well I decided to go here first this time, this is the smallest section of the HQ after all,” He explained before adding with a prideful tone, “And it just took me three minutes and 10 seconds.”

The mare’s jaw jolted down. “Three minutes!? That is really impressive. Are you sure you are okay?”

Spike confident smile halted at the question. He forgot the possibility of Hum Drum being bad in his owns duties too. He tried to come with a quick answer before the plot of the main story could get damaged, “Aa-ahm… yeah, actually I just woke up feeling dizzy, maybe it’s just an illness… a weird one,” he stammered--sweaty palms included--an idea blighting his consciousness a second later in the form of a question, “Now to think of it, I feel like I’m forgetting something… I just went here because that’s what the list on my room told me to do. But everything else is still foggy, what are the other things I usually do in the ca- I mean the HQ?” he corrected quickly at the end before putting on a smile on his face.

Masked furrowed her brows at him, her humming interrupting the disquieting silence as she inspected every detail of his comrade, including the fact that his smile was shivering more and more with each thrilling second that passed.

Fooling her into thinking that I have amnesia seemed like a good plan in my head… but now it seems more like she is about to do some test on me to be sure I’m not a spy… well done, Spike, you are getting better at taking bad decisions when the situation gets rough. Spike cursed himself.

As Spike enhanced his gritted toothy smile, he watched in cheer inner paranoia how the mare was going back to the room from where she came in search of her horn. Great, just great… now I’ll have to start all over again. That is if the book lets me do so, he commented before catching a glimpse of the mare’s horn shimmering between the mist, a bright lavender aura restrained him soon after.

his eyes clenched shut, expecting the worst to happen Please don’t use the spell from issue thirty-one please everything but the hug of feathers, He prayed for mercy while feeling how the gap between him and the vigilante narrowed. Wait, I could try to convince her that I’m not a spy though… but I can’t take the chance of her asking me about Hum Drums’, I can recite every detail of each power pony but him.

With that final thought, Spike breathed in and waited for the worst to happen, his body trembled at the memory of the many issues in the comic in which the Masked Matter-Horn has tortured villains in search for an answer.

He felt his body moving through the air at a slow pace.

The magic around him loosened his grip.

And then…

Warmth… A soothing and comfortable warmth. Hooves were surrounding his body and caressing his back. His trembling ceased abruptly, just in the same way his eyes opened.

He was being embraced, Masked Matter-Horn was hugging him. The event making him recall for a brief moment the cold heart’s warming eve accompanied by his best friend: Twilight.

“Hmmm…” She tightened her hug slowly, “For a moment I thought you were a spy, but this feeling,” she paused and squeezed the hero for a brief second, “You are indeed Hum Drum.”

Spike stood awestruck. He tried to recall something that could be compared with that moment, an issue, an interview, a single moment in the whole saga that could hint this kind of closeness between Hum Drum and Masked. Her words and actions were out of everything he knew.

“We… we use to do this often?” he asked agape, his dazzled state shimmering his features.

“Hmm? It seems like something really happened to you,” Masked brusquely parted from the hug and started searching and touching the head of the hero, her eyes focused and narrowed. “Maybe you got a hit on the head in our last battle,” she huffed, “stupid Knucklehead, I will kick the hell out of him next time we catch him.”

Spike recalled the fight against the mentioned villain, a Black Echidna with a reckless desire of punching the ponies of Maretropolis. Hum Drum received a couple of the villain's trademark punches during that fight.

“So that is what happened…” Spike said slightly astonished. His eyes shimmered brightly, his body curled inside the embrace of his friend the same way an injured puppy will do.

His little act showed its fruit a second later when Masked resumed the hug. “Stupid villains. Arhg…” she growled, “I should have created a shield around you at the time…” She tightened the hug once more.

Spike smiled coyly. He was safe from breaking his character facade. He concealed his hideous expression and turned his gaze upwards to the mare, “Don’t blame yourself for it. This is just part of the job,” he reassured.

The mare smiled down at him and kissed his forehead, “Well… that is true, but you shouldn’t be the one receiving the toll. You are too important for us.”

Spike fins perked at the hearing of those words. “Really? Why?” he asked, mindful to keep his expression and tone oblivious.

“Well, to begin with, you are our stress reliever, remember?” she pointed with a cheerful tone. Her hooves relenting for a second before she surrounded herself and the hero with her magic.

Spike couldn’t even process the words from the mare, the initial revelation shock was too much for him, and for his dangling mouth, to handle, “Speaking of which, I know that today isn’t my turn… but…” Masked blushed as her eyes darted between him and the metal framed door from before, “your services would be of help at the moment, all these tests from before left me rather exhausted.” She added while moving them both to the bed of the room, “I promise just to hug you this time.”

Stress reliever? What does that mean? Wait, just hugs this time? What other thing does this two-no, no wait… she said that Hum Drum is their stress reliever? As if, the whole gro… Spike tried to muster something but his mind was so adrift that he expelled a hum that sounded like approbation instead.

“Excellent!” Masked cheered, “Don’t worry it will be just a minute, I know you have to get ready for Fili-Second’s marathon tonight,” she commented before approaching her bed.

“Wait,” Spike finally pulled himself back to reality, “marathon? As like, running alongside her?”

“Well…” Masked blushed as a mocking tone captured her voice, “by the sounds you two often make… it seems like there are a bunch of marathoners panting in Fili’s room,” she explained while prompting a hoof towards her muzzle, “hehe… the only relief is that it doesn’t last… after all, she is really fast.”

Spike's eyes widened as his mind ran a mile per hour once again, what made him oblivious to his own environment for some seconds before he could speak again.

“What? Wait, what do you mean with those weird hints? We are just comrades, right? Friends bonded by love towards justice?” Spike insecurity started to swell inside his body.

“Well there is a lot of love between us,” Masked said as Spike detailed the position in which he was now. His head was inches away from Masked necks while his hands were trapped between the joints of the mare’s forehooves. He could hear the soothing beats of the heroine’s heart. The mare’s eyes were shimmering with lust, lust that tainted her eyes with a hideous intent that only could be deceived by the cuteness of her red cheeks.

“I can assure you that,” she added before pulling Spike closer to her, tucking him into her furry chest as she started to kiss his head with the same caring that her hooves provided in their way up and down throughout Spike’s body.

He tried to stay calm in the situation, there was nothing for him to be wrong about this. A power pony that made him remember his best friend was pampering, snuggling, and kissing him like a marefriend will do to her partner.

Spike stood still as a prey inside the predator’s territory. Okay, Spike, nothing to worry about, this comic is PG-13. So the characters shouldn’t have those kinds of moments anyway, right? She is just making implied sex jokes, yes, that’s it.

Masked’s hoof stopped his ministration at the bottom of Spike’s back before slowly applying force to the area, making their bodies grope more and more profusely.

Wait… there are some PG-13 stories that have implied sex moments, what if? No, that can’t be. Silly me, is impossible to even think off-

Masked started to moan between her kisses; her hoof now pumping Spike’s back up and down as she herself shifted her loins upwards with each grope.

And- aaaand…. there is nothing wrong with this, right? Is just Hum Drum and Masked having some time for themselves out of the cameras right?

It was the third time he had tried to reassure himself to no avail.to make it worse, the soft skin of the mare lips pressing against his scales left an electrifying feel each time she parted away. Her hums and quite moans resonated inside his head and made a mess of his thoughts.

I- I~ need to stop her for a second, this is getting weird, His hand shrieked as another kiss interrupted his line of thoughts, I need to stop her- for Twi- I mean, for Masked and my own sake, I need to-

“C-can you,” Spike panted, his head snapping upwards, “explain to me ho-” His words were interrupted by another kiss…

Unfortunately for the little drake, he was so desperate to speak that he didn’t notice that while moving his head upwards, he left his mouth just in the same spot at which Matter-Horn was aiming for her next smooch, resulting in a rather disastrous event.

Or at least that’s how the drake took it.

Spike Eyes shoot open. The warm from the mare lips served as a perfect fuel for the now burning red check of the dragon. He waddles his hand up and down in a vigorous attempt to make the mare snap out, the call worked and Masked’s eye opened shortly after.

Thank heaven, I thought for a second she was too lost in it for… Spike paused, his arms going limp as he was counting for the act to be stopped... however, Masked’s lips were still pressed against his own, even more, she was actively snogging him now. Oh oh… her hooves gripped the dragon against the mare’s hot fur. Her tongue made its way through the drake’s mouth, until she finally made contact with the object of her desire, his partner’s tongue. Her previous soft moans were now full-blown calls of lust that only stopped every four or five seconds.

Spike twirled his arms left and right, all the while looking how the eyes of the pink mare stared at him: her eyes brightness were long gone, just like her consciousness. She was lost in the act. Her mind could only focus on their tongues colliding and dancing inside their entrances.

There was no doubt on the drake’s mind: he needed to get out of her grasp. He shifted upwards, grasping the mattress’s covers as he tried to pull himself from the kiss to no avail.

Okay, Spike, just breath, relax, He stammered inwardly. You’ll find a way out of this.

Spike took a huge breath from his nostril and hummed.

I just need to relax first and…

Their tongues swirled in a mix of lust and saliva. Spike started to lose his strength as the pleasure boiled inside his body.

A plan….

Masked rolled with him on the bed, just to push him down as Spike’s back pierced the mattress softly. Slurping sounds and muffled gasp of air echoed inside the room. Try as he might, Spike couldn’t fight the feeling, and sooner than he could even anticipate, his claws found the way to the mare’s head.

Plan… was the last coherent thought before he pulled the mare closer to deep the snogging. This, this feel so good…

Masked opened her mouth just enough to take a long and warm breath before munching the lips of the drake. Her hooves were no longer embracing the drake, instead, she found more pleasure caressing the spikes on his head.

“I… love your… hair…” the mare gasped between her journey inside and outside the soaked kiss. “I’m sorry Hum,” She breathed out, “I won’t be able to keep my promise.”

Spike furrowed his brows, the little pause doing wonders to his self-control. The pause didn’t last, however, for Masked went for another session before he could even compose his thoughts. Yet, the dragon had enough time to ponder something.

Did she just said hair?

And with that, Masked Matter used her magic to hold down Spike’s tail before enhancing it with her power. The tail grew in length and mobility, all the way down to the point it could touch Masked’s tail without problem… and its way, another thing, something moister.

Spike’s eyes snapped out of the dazzling effect at the sudden realization. His tail was between the heroine loins. The heroine wet loins.

Spike’s vision traveled up, to the almost heart-shaped ones of the pink mare. There was no doubt in his mind, she was crazy for Hum Drum, and she was about to take his tail to a place that no other creature on Maretropolis had been before.

Seconds passed by like eons in the head of the drake as the mare grinded his tail with anticipation. Ramblings clouded his mind as he tried to understand, what was the best thing to do? Follow the act—that only happens behind cameras--like the comics do? Forget the fact that Twilight, his best friend, looked just like the vigilante who was actively running her marefolds against him like a mare on estrus, and give her what she wanted? What would Rarity, his precious diamond, think of him?

Unfortunately for Spike, life doesn’t go easy with the indecisive ones. Masked had taken his tail before he could even think on a solution, and in a swift magical motion, introduced the drake’s member halfway inside her haunches.

“Agh! Aaagh, good grief this feels…” She paused for a moment to make her hips dance around the member, “Your puffy tails feels better than usual, maybe~” She rose up mere inches just to sit back down in a quick motion, “oh~”

Masked jolted upwards, her forehooves pushing the drake down by instinct as the pleasure consumed her. Her mouth lost the ability to get closed; not that Masked minded, it only made her breathing more easy to handle, and her inner fire to rise with each exchange. “I think I’m getting better with my magic!” She exclaimed in joy, her tongue slightly lolling in and out as she breathed.

“Agh, Twi- I mean, Masked, we shou- agh~” Spike panted with confusion running in his arched brows. Something was giving him pleasure, but that was impossible; Masked had just stopped from kissing him, and his tail wasn’t that sensitive to- “Uff, that, Holly!”

“Don’t worry~” Masked shouted between a gritted smile, her eyes were losing her focus little by little in their way up, “It’s just a side effect~ I don- oh….”

Masked moaned furtively, her whole body arching down as she tried to contain the incoming climax, “I don’t want to get you tired before going with Fili… just stand there for a second.”

“I don’t… know if I can,” Spike breathed out to the mare’s face, who in exchange did the same just before closing the gap between them. Masked let her haunches rest on the drake’s loins as she started another adventure through his mouth.

I don’t think I can… Spike claws gripped the mattress in search of strength. No, Spike, hold it!

Masked grounded herself down the drake’s staff, caressing it between the silk of his suit. Spike grasp on the mattress halted as the surge of pleasure consumed what little willpower he could gather.

Hold It! Spike shouted again, but his body wasn’t responding so well, he was craving to have more; his staff was pumping with desire to get out from its captivity.

Do it for her! Spike roared at the same time his hips traveled up to meet its way with the one of the mare.

Do… Spike stammered. His claws crawled all the way up to mare’s hips. He pressed the tender skin and fur of the heroine.

Do… He pressed down slowly, released them, and then pressed again. More… He pressed again, this time more forcefully, the act made Masket hum in delight before embracing the drake, pink eyes meeting green for a sudden moment.

A moment with no movement, just the two, pressed firmly against each other in search of becoming one. Their breathing colliding in mid-air, their heartbeats marching like stallions running in the fog of war, the fog remaining in the room making the whole scene feel like a dream…

More

Spike took the mare by the flanks, and with new found energy and craving lust, pumped his tail by himself all the way up to the mare’s womb. Masked eyes rolled up to the back of her head as her tongue turned into quivering mess inside the one of the drake.

Want

Spike’s tongue slithered around the mare like an anaconda taking its prey, he held her down like that as his tail ravaged her insides. A wicked smile possessed the mare as the long-awaited climax coursed through her.

“Spike…” he shoved the mare’s clit down, pressing her against his grinding dragonhood. “Wants,” Spike kept groping the mare's sensitive area; tears of joy accompanied the perverted expression of the mare as she felt another orgasm coming nearby. The drake empowered his tight hold and trusted again, and again, to the point his member slipped out of his suit to the surface.

Masked’s cried out loud as the rod texture and pre fooled with her pink sensitive area. She sat down by instinct, all the while still imprisoned by the drake’s tongue. Her forehooves surrounded the drake in a tight squeeze.

Spike gritted his teeth, his trusting becoming faster in erratic at the same time his claws pinched the mare’s flanks. He pumped up his tail to the end of the mare’s content before reciprocating the squeeze.

“Mine,” He growled like a hungry beast before releasing the mare’s tongue and shoving her down to the bed. “You,”The drake steeled himself, his tail and staff had the mare in a state that by the mere looks seemed to be at the brink of blacking out in ecstasy.

“Goodness gracious…” Masked quivered as droll tainted her smile, “Hum, I didn’t know you had this…” she stammered as the orgasm rose from down below “this~”

“Are mine!”

Spike roared with a guttural tone, Masked following the call as she shrieked in blissfulness. The drake shot rope after rope of cum, staining and soaking the mare on his essence as she squirmed on his suit and loins.

As the last strings of seed painted the slim body of the heroine, the magic held upon the drake’s tail faded, making the member go limp and tiny like before. Spike fell on his back after that, exhausted, dizzy and out of breath.

He took a moment to compose himself, his vision turning more clear and detailed, and with it, his consciousness too. He stood there, retaking everything that happened in the span of minutes.

…

“What the buck I just did?”

Spike finally found the strength to stand up once again. He looked at the vigilante: she was dreaming in peace, a smile still lingering in her features, her fur unkempt and her position clumsy… it would be an adorable scene if not by all the cum covering her body…

“Dear Celestia. This is going to turn into a relationship issue between me and Twi in the future,” he sighed, his instinctive rambling making him shudder a second later as a sudden shift from the mare made the fear of being caught crawl down his spine. He stared with wide eyes at the face of the heroine. “Ahm, Masked, I…” he trailed off for a second, Masked woke again and barely standing but there was something on Matter-Horn that seemed off, her half-lidded eyes were struggling to remain open, and her breathing was slower and had a humming tone.

Before Spike could say or ask anything, the heroine dropped her artificial horn and fell down into the land of dreams once again, a pleasant smile fidgeted in her expression. Spike moved to the side of the bed and looked how the mare curled into a ball, her slow breathing ever present on top of the silence offered by the thick walls of the fortress.

So… what should I do now? No, wait scratch that, Spike paused, his mind recreating the previous events. A stern expression took a hold of his face as he tried to convince himself that the previous events did happen.

Hum Drum is the power ponies stress reliever? What does that even means? Will everypony try to do me the same thing Masked did? No, she was going easy on me, that’s the only thing I can be sure at the moment… holly guacamole she was going easy on me?He grunted, what are the others even capable of? God… this is supposed to be a family-friendly comic, He criticized before shaking his head, there were a lot of question and doubts, yet no one reliable enough to answer them at the moment. But one thing was sure, I need to get out of here before something like that happens again.

Spike stepped out of the room, just to be stopped by himself a second later. He couldn’t just make his way out of the book, he still needed some answer. While being a “stress reliever” was information to consider, it couldn’t be considered as a hero’s faculty. No. He needed to find something really useful, like special gadgets, or a secret skill that Hum Drum has been practicing since the beginning of the series. It has to be something unique and awesome.

Once again the little drake stepped out with a firm foot, his eyes shimmering with the same determination he had at the beginning of his conundrum.

He was going to find Hum Drum’s secrets.

That is… if he finds a way out of the girls’ sight.

Author's Note

Aaaand that was the second chapter. any thoughts? something you would like to see about this world? and most importantly:

Who would you prefer for the next chapter, Zapp or Radiance?