Author's Note

And we’re back to our standard universe for this chapter, we’ll be jumping back to the main universe of the story in the next chapter.

This chapter is to more show off some of the eccentricities of our visiting ponies, and how it seems to be impacting Spike

Spike's Surprising Problem

That strange project had allowed them to make contact with Twilight; the one Spike knew better than this other one in her body. It was never a fun sight to see Twilight in next to nothing playing with her bosom, it made him feel uneasy. Casual comments by Twilight and Pinkie the past few days were just making him feel uneasy. Of all the problems he would have in the world, Spike had not anticipated Twilight being an erotic ditz. It was one thing to see Twilight had pulled an all-nighter with a sizable nest of books, it was completely different when she did all that with a small collection of saucy fantasy books with literally no attire to speak of. Pinkie was less of a problem, mostly because she didn’t room in the castle and actually bothered to wear some semblance of clothes half the time, the other half had her going through town in little more than an apron casually commenting that it was her usual attire.

To make matters worse, Twilight’s eating habits almost seemed to be from some sort of pornographic film half the time. They really needed to get everything fixed soon as possible, possibly sooner. Thankfully the actions of Twilight and Pinkie weren’t anything lewd, although they did seem to get awfully close to being that way on more than a few occasions. Of course, Twilight being unintentionally erotic was a problem in its own right. Spike didn’t know the circumstances regarding his counterpart, but the Twilight he knew was like an older sister to him, and no matter how you sliced it, being sexually attracted to your own sister was a bit off-putting.

The situation with Pinkie wasn’t much better, why did this Pinkie have to be such a tease? Spike had gone to bed in his room, on his bed, and made sure the door and windows to the room were closed and locked several times only to wake up the following morning with Pinkie’s bosom as his pillow for some reason. Like this morning, and as a bonus she also made it so he was missing his pajama top.

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After getting up and taking a quick shower, which now involved locking and bracing the door to keep unwanted guests from entering, Spike was in the middle of making breakfast when Pinkie popped up, in just a purple apron with her mark on it and nothing else. “Pinkie, I’ve told you at least a dozen times, wear more than an apron when in the kitchen, I want this place to be as free of possible contaminants as possible.”

“Sorry,” said Pinkie, “but I’m not wearing my collar and the commands of my Spike supersede any command you give me. Besides, I always go around in nothing but an apron back home.”

“Well, you aren’t home now,” said Spike in minor annoyance as he facepalmed and let his hand slide down his face for a moment, “and your choice of attire is making everyone around town start to feel a bit uneasy. For the foreseeable future, which means the remainder of your stay in this world, I recommend you wear a shirt and pants when you are out in public or moving about town. I honestly don’t care what you have on under that, nor do I think anypony else will either, but the least you could do is be courteous to the locals.”

“Okie Dokie Loki,” said Pinkie in her usual chipper voice, “I’ll get on that tomorrow.”

“How about now,” said Spike pointedly, “just go see Rarity and explain the arrangement we’ve come to. And for the love Celestia, please don’t wander around with nothing or next to nothing around me, it might be fine with your Spike but it makes me feel uncomfortable, same holds true with Twilight.”

“What is she doing?”

“Stuff that’s almost as distracting as what you’ve been doing, thankfully I managed to convince her to tone it all down. Not that it’s any help half the time.” Spike thought back to his conversation with Twilight, she seemed to understand what he was getting at but only shifted from wearing nothing during her late times in the library to wearing next to nothing, seeing his adoptive sister in only her undergarments really didn’t make him feel any better, sometimes it made him feel worse.

As always, the attire Rarity made was a visual spectacle, Spike just wished this Twilight didn’t insist on “sexy” undergarments during her visit with said white mare. Revealing outerwear was one thing, but revealing undergarments was an entirely different issue. When asked, both Twilight and Pinkie said something about their Spike insisting on showing off in the capitol. Spike groaned and gave himself another facepalm every time he had to explain they weren’t in the capitol.

He had sent more than a few letters to Celestia, Luna, and Cadance about it all. All three responded in a manner that reflected their usual flairs. Cadance’s response was a package that once opened contained the sound of her laughter for a full half hour, much to Spike’s chagrin; Luna’s response was a formal statement about how males were expected to take the “eccentricities” of guests, especially females, in stride as they did their best to entertain them; and Celestia’s response was a formal letter that basically amounted to something akin to Cadance’s box full of laughter. When he looked back at Luna’s letter he realized that it too was making a jovial jest at him.

For some reason, all three princesses found his plight highly entertaining. Spike did his best to just tune out their highly unusual behavior. Things had gotten so awkward that Owlwicious was actually making it a habit to sleep and nap in Spike’s room, that’s how Spike knew things were more serious than what everyone thought, under most circumstances, the owl wouldn’t even entertain the idea of being so close to him for such an extended period of time. If things kept up like this Spike was sure that he was going to experience some sort of nosebleed, a prospect he did not look forward to, especially since Pinkie and Twilight were already causing him to have blood rush to his face more frequently than he was willing to admit.