Chapter III: Hooking up...Not like that you Pervert!

Pinkie Literally smelled like absolute trash. She pleaded that she go get cleaned up before starting this "Super Important Friendship Mission!" as she phrased it. What was so important about setting up a HorseBook account? Not like she would post anything but Party Updates and send Party Invitations, Spike however needed to address the foul smelling pink horse in front of him, Since Twilights room and bathroom were locked during her visit to Saddle Arabia he had no choice but to allow her to use his Facilities.

Now keep in mind, Spike wrote scalie fics, but he wouldn't even for a second DARE peep in on a mare taking a shower, he was a Gentleman at his very core and he made sure to Give Pinkie as much time and privacy as she needed. When she was all done and had her hair and body wrapped rather tightly around her (keep in mind that his towels have to fit HIM but not necessarily anyone else.) When she emerged from his bathroom, a billowing cloud of steam followed behind her, she was still a little wet and was smelling a FUCKTON better. Spike Covered his eyes as she shamelessly undid the towel around her body and threw it lazily on his correctly proportioned bed.... great....more laundry to do today. He scowled at the pony after uncovering his eyes, because he remembered that literally everyone was naked, including himself. "Do you mind!? That towel is going to get my sheets wet and smelling like you!" he pointed out rather harshly. "So? You act like you DON'T normally have your bed smelling like a mare *coughcough* Rarity *cough*." replied the dirty minded pony.

This comment made Spike blush, not out of embarrassment for his former crush being implemented in having sexual relations with him, but because it made him feel angry, just because that was his crush back when he first moved to Ponyville, and they had since developed a more friendly and platonic relationship, He sent her Scalie Fics and she reviewed them with her incredible eye for detail that can only come from trying to put string through a sowing needle for YEARS. So implementing that Such a good mare like her would sleep with him, let alone date him, made him angry. He was confident with himself but he wouldn't allow his good friend to be sullied by such horrible rumor that this pink Harlot would most definitely spread...as soon as he sets up her HorseBook account...cruel irony to say the least.

He led her to his laptop on a desk next to his bed and turned on with the simple click of his mouse. The machine woke up from its sleep mode and its display quickly lit up into his monitor background, a Picture of him and his friends that Photo Finish took free of charge. He had very few files on it, mostly just text documents containing his various Fics and Google Chrome. Pinkie was not too impressed, she was sure that this Little Dragon would at least have a game or two on there, maybe even Elder Dragon V: Scrolls of Oblivion. But no, just boring old stories and the internet app. "Your kidding right?" she said looking down at Spike. "What?" he replied "I don't like to consume my time with games." Pinkie rolled her eyes "BOOOOOOOORING" she loudly declared. The mare then suddenly spoke out before Spike could even retort. "So, how do we do this?" the dragon opened up Google Chrome and quickly typed into the html search bar "HorseBook" with just a few speedy movements of his claws on the keyboard. He then hit Enter, and Spikes HorseBook Feed, came on screen. The pink pony pointed at the username he chose for his profile and feel backwards laughing hysterically. "Well maybe if you actually did something useful with your life besides help other ponies stuff their fat faces with neon colored diabetes, you too could have the username 'Spike The Great'!" he commented under his breathe. Pinkie, was too busy laughing to give a single fuck.

"Anyways, what do you want your username to be?" the party horse suddenly shot up and looked at him in a way that screamed "Fo real mutha fucka?". Spike got the point and named the profile "Ponky Pie". heh. stupid strawberry colored bitch. He entered a password that he shared with her on a little pink sticky note. "Keep that safe, ok? Don't let anyone see it." she shook her head absentmindedly up and down in agreeance "Now..." Spike said, getting up from his swivel chair "the rest is up to you, make a profile picture and add all your friends.". He began to walk towards the entry door to his room with Pinkie Pie slowly looking towards his laptop with a sincere look of curiosity and confusion, and a little bit of fear. He looked at her and gave her a reassuring, gentle smile "You can do this Pinkie....just let your mind go free....ill be in the kitchen if you need me." and with That, Spike closed the door behind him, walking down the hallway, he did his part and now it was up to her, he was sure she would shine online like she did offline. Then a faint echo bellowed down the hall from his room "WHO THE HELL IS PONKY!?".

Spike grinned and continued from the the hallway downstairs into the kitchen area, he grabbed some eggs, assorted veggies, cheese, and bacon. He began cracking eggs and started drifting into the blissful solitude of his cooking as he whipped them in a large plastic bowl. "I guess 'Ponky' saw her username, I'm sure she'll beat my ass for it later" Then he closed his eyes and let his mind wander. He saw images in his head, some blurry, some clear, some seeming like he was looking at them through a magnify glass. Most of them were his friends, but some of them were the acted out images of the character he writes, playing out scenes in his stories like a great Drama play. But then, His eyes shot open and he dropped the bowl, spilling the contents on the floor with the air in his lungs seemingly having vanished, he fell on his back and then clutched his heaving chest as a sharp pain overtook him. The image he saw shook him to his core, but he did not know why, it just did without any proper explanation. "Why..."he whispered "Why was she making that pose with her arms...?".

Author's Note

The PLOT increases

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