My Little Pony XO Friends Forever

This afternoon was a disaster. Spike, who was hoping so badly for Rarity to finally fall for him, was now heartbroken. Why are we still friends? I thought she would love me. It was all he could think about.

He may not be a pony. He may not be a cute colt or a handsome stallion. He may be a dragon, and he may be a baby drag—actually, that would make sense.

Spike was still a baby dragon, and it seems that’s all Rarity sees in him: as a child. Too young to be in a relationship with. But Spike could find a way to change that. He just had to. Hearts and Hooves Day wasn’t over just yet. He still had time, he just needed to find a way to impress Rarity. But how? That was the question.

Spike’s thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like thunder. He turned towards the direction of the sound, and saw a crowd of ponies, young and old, stampeding towards him! He desperately tried to get out of their way.

He shielded himself from the crowd, but they just raced past him. Spike got up on his feet when he realized this. He could make out some talking amidst the ponies.

“It’s him! He’s here!”

“I’ve heard of him. He says he can help me find my very special somepony!”

“Yeah, he’s like some sort of love expert.”

“He can help me for Hearts and Hooves Day!”

Spike heard just about enough he wanted to. “A love expert?” He asked to himself. Newfound hope and joy was starting to grow in his heart.

Something suddenly caught Spike’s eyes. A piece of paper that fell from one of the racing ponies. He grabbed it, and read what it said:

Want to find your very special somepony on Hearts & Hooves Day?

Come to me! Love Maker: Best matchmaker, love counselor extraordinaire, and totally awesome musician!

Meet me by the local apple farm

So be there, and bring your broken heart to this awesome guy: ME!

It sounded like it was a sort of love seminar, and this Love Maker was popular.

“Maybe he can help me?” Spike couldn’t believe this. With a love expert in town, he could finally win Rarity over at long last! “Yes! Hey, wait for me!” And with that, he chased after the crowd to meet this love expert.

* * * * *

On the outskirts of town, everypony gathered around in a glade by Sweet Apple Acres' orchard, where they would supposedly meet this “love expert.” All were waiting in anticipation to meet him. Some, who didn’t have a very special somepony, were all hoping that he would provide the answers to their prayers.

Spike was among those ponies. He looked around, searching for the love guru. “So, where is he?” he asked.

Before anypony could answer music was heard, along with a loud rumbling, through through the trees. They all turned to the right, and they saw a large caravan, being drawn by two burly ponies, heading straight towards them. The crowd quickly galloped away in fear. But the caravan came to a screeching halt in the center of the clearing.

The ponies stopped running, and turned to see the massive caravan. As Spike managed to squeeze his way pass the crowd, he could see the huge text,Love Maker, inscribed on the side of the trailer.

Suddenly, the caravan’s side lifted open like a great door. Mist poured out, stage lights flashed on, and a built-in stage flew out from the trailer. The same music that was playing from the trailer blared loudly. It was like a mix between rock and pop music.

The crowd watched in curiosity and anticipation as a figure appeared from out of the mist. Spike couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Was this him?

A spotlight from the trailer shown on the figure, revealing his true form. He was a tall satyr: a goat creature with arms and hands. He had wavy hair and a well-groomed beard. He wore indigo sunglasses, a crimson vest, a gold chain that said “Love Hearts,” although there was a scratch where the “A” was, and charcoal fingerless gloves.

He turned to his peers, flashing his dazzling smile to them. “HIEY!!!” He cried out. “Ladies and gents, please put your hooves together for the coolest, smoothest, most drop-dead-gorgeous satyr in all of Equestria,LOVE MAKAAAA!YEAHYA!” he sang when he said his name.

The ponies cheered wildly, adulation heard from all directions, and their hooves stomping madly into the ground.

“He’s so dreamy!” three mares sighed. He was indeed very handsome, for a satyr.

As if harkening to their beckoning calls, Love Maker leaned over to them, and put his finger to their chins as the ponies blushed in different shades.

“That’s where you’re wrong, ladies,” he replied braggingly. Then, his voice became sensual. “I am a dream come true.”

The mares fainted. Then, Love Maker launched himself back on his hooves, and turned to the crowd. “And I’m here to make all your dreams come true!” The ponies cheered some more, while Spike watched on. Was he serious?

Lover Maker motioned for everypony to settle down. Then, he whipped out what looked like a cane. At the very end of it was a microphone. He put his lips to it. “As you all know today is the most romantic holiday of the year, the one, the only, Hearts and… HOOVES DAY! Say YAY!”

“YAY!” the ponies shouted loudly. Spike, however, was not entirely convinced. “Yay!” he cheered softly, still unsure about all this.

Lover Maker continued. “And I’m sure you’re all probably asking yourselves, ‘Will I find ever my very special someone?’ Or in your case, some-pony. Or maybe, ‘I already have one, but how do I win him over?’ Or for all you guys out there, HER.” A glimmer of hope started to grow in Spike’s heart.

“Well, worry not, my little horsies, ‘cause I’m hear to tell you the good news: Love Maker is here to spread the love!”

The ponies roared into a thunderous applause. Spike had to cover his earholes just to tone down the volume. But he was definitely starting to see some promise from this satyr.

“Did you know that Hearts and Hooves Day is my favorite holiday of the year? Well, that ii-iiis true! There’s nothin’ better in Equestria than love and friendship, and today, it’s all about that!So let’s start up the oven to cook us up some lovin’, yeah!” Love Maker sang again. His voice reverberated through the mic. Spike was definitely excited about all this. He listened closely.

“Lesson Número Uno,” Love Maker began. As he lectured he swaggered across the stage to give out a little ‘visual aide’. “Finding your very special somepony ain’t gonna be easy. To find your him or her, you need to do what we all do when we need to find something, we SEARCH for that something—or somepony. It’s a pretty big waste of time to just sit around on your rumps, and wait for your love to just show up. This ain’t no fairy tale, ladies! Just get out there, andfollow your heart!” He sang sweetly.

“I already know who my very special somepony is.” Spike replied quietly to himself. What he really wanted to know was how to win her over.

“Step number two,” Lover Maker continued. “While searching for the love of your life, look like a dream, be confident, and meet ponies. If there’s one you already have in mind, then take notes, you’re gonna learn from the master of all masters… of l’amour.” He whispered sensually.

“Finally!” said Spike with relief. He looked feverishly around for a piece of paper, anything to take notes. He looked back at the seminar pamphlet he found earlier. Now he just needed a quill to write.

He tapped a pony on the shoulder. “Psst, excuse me,” he whispered to him. “Do you have a quill that I can borrow?”

But the pony just shushed him. Spike groaned to himself, only to be shushed again by another pony from behind.

“If you already found the love of your life,” said Love Maker. “Then, ask him or her out on a date. Take ‘em to a movie, out to dinner, or anything. If he or she is the one for you, then game, set, match! Yeahya!”

Spike kept searching for something to write with by looking around flat on the ground. He searched frantically. All this new and helpful information was running away without him.

Just then, he saw a chicken pass by. He plucked out one of its feathers. Then, using his dragon flame breath, he blew on the tip of the feather, leaving it charred. He scribbled on the pamphlet to be sure if his new quill would be legible. Sure enough it was. He quickly wrote everything he could remember.

“Are you feelin’ the love today?” he asked the crowd. “Well, you can feel it some more tonight at Ponyville’s own discothèque! I’m throwing my very own Hearts and Hooves Day nightclub party! For those who already got or will have a very special somepony today, you can drop on by, and dance the night away!” Then he spoke softly and romantically. “Dance with the pony of your dreams, and feel the love tonight.”

The ponies discussed among themselves about this special offer.

“If you want more advice, drop on by and I’ll help you get your happily ever afters, provided you pay bit by bit. Until then, have a very happyHearts and Hooves Daaaay! Yeahya!”

A plume of mist blasted onto the stage, swallowing everything up, even Love Maker. Once it cleared he disappeared. The crowd cheered at his exit. But more importantly, they were happy to know that their Hearts and Hooves Day was in good hooves.

Even Spike was feeling good about this. Though, he still wanted more love advice. He made his way to Love Maker’s trailer.

“Hey, Love Maker,” the little dragon was about to make a turn towards the rear of the caravan when…

“Spike?!” a familiar voice cried out. He turned to see none other than…

“Rarity?!” gasped Spike. “What are you doing here?”

She blushed. “Umm, nothing. I just wanted to see if I could ask for advice about finding my very special somepony.”

Spike sighed to himself. She was still searching for somepony other than him.

“What about you?” asked Rarity.

“Um, same thing.” He replied.

“Oh.” They both just stood there awkwardly, unable to continue talking.

Spike then remembered something important. “Hey, Rarity, I forgot to give you a letter I made for you.” He reached for his Hearts and Hooves Day letter he tucked in his pamphlet.

“Excuse me, sir,” a tough voice said. Spike turned to find himself face-to-face with a burly pony with a burgundy crew cut, a shaved muzzle, a beaver brown hide, avocado eyes, and a short tail. He wore a red vest similar to Love Maker’s.

“Uh, yes, sir,” asked Spike nervously. He was shaking in his scales.

“Love Maker wishes to see you.”

Love Maker wants to see Spike? But why? For whatever reason, it was at somewhat a bad time, but also at good time. He wanted to give his letter to Rarity, but he also wanted more advice on how to woo her.

“Uh, alright. I’ll be right be, Rarity, okay?” he said to her.

“Okay, absolutely, darling.” She replied awkwardly. She didn’t know what was going on exactly, though.

Little did anypony know, Love Maker was watching the whole thing from behind the curtains in his trailer. He overheard the conversation between Spike and Rarity, and he noticed how close they were… how very close they were. A grin etched its way on his face. Somehow, this was going to be fun.