After some serious apologizing from the conductor, the guards, and a few other parties of the train’s staff, Spike and Songbird headed out into Manehattan. Songbird was now wearing a navy hoodie, which Spike felt shouldn't have worked. He watched in amazement as he was, once again, proven wrong. The pair were only stopped once; it happened as the two of them were rounding a corner when Spike bumped into a stallion.

"Oh shoot, I'm so sor-"

"Excuse me!" The stallion practically shouted as he pushed past with just enough force to knock Spike off balance. This caused the enormous pile of luggage that he had been carrying to sway and fall. Each piece of luggage smashed all over the concrete sidewalk. Luckily Spike was unharmed, thanks to his thick scales. As he got to his feet, he glanced over at the turquoise unicorn and began to brush himself off. He had two seconds to prepare himself for the forthcoming verbal onslaught. As soon as he saw the vicious snarl on the unicorn’s face, he tuned out and went to re-stacking the bags. Spike shook each bag to check for any broken items. He cringed at the sound of Songbird’s broken makeup supplies.

"Do you know who I am? I work for Prince Blueblood himself!”

Spike glanced up to see Songbird Serenade’s appalled expression from behind the stallion. He gave her a look that said, Let me handle this. Songbird took a step back.

The stallion didn’t notice that Spike was once again ignoring him and continued his speech, “I make more in an hour than you'll ever make in your Celestia damaged life! So if you don't want this little incident getting out and destroying what little worth your name has; you will turn to me, get down on your knees, and beg that I forgive this transgression.“ Spike, still ignoring the stallion, earned another scowl from the self important pony. "You think you can ignore me? I'll buy the swap you call a home and have it turned into a parking lot!" Spike began stacking the bags again. "Oh you think you're such a big dragon don't you? Walking around with your cheap knock off bags, and your 12-bit arm candy..."

Spike turned to a tree surrounded by a few stones, picked up a nice big one before turning to him. To the unicorn’s surprise, Spike crushed it with the raw power in his claw. "Hi there, I’m Spike. The direct assistant to Princess Twilight Sparkle, allow me to introduce you to my friend here Songbird Serenade."

Songbird took her hood off and pulled out a small disposable camera that she'd bought for her vacation. A quick flash and the stallion’s fate was sealed. "You are hereby banned from any and all concerts I am ever in." She announced as Spike picked up their bags. "Oh, and enjoy your job while you still can. I imagine the Princess of Friendship will be having a little talk with Prince Blueblood in... oh… maybe a month."

With a wave, the two walked away from the horrified stallion, a trail of nail polish leaking from the suitcase following in their wake. "That was fun, shame about the makeup though. I suppose I can always buy some more." Songbird said. With a newly formed smile on her face, she put her hood back on "Let's see,” she thought, “You’ve, saved me from what I'd call attempted rape and turned on that guy the second he referred to me as arm-candy after breaking our belongings." Songbird tsk'd, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but again I owe you two right?"

"I dunno what you're talking about." Spike replied, "I was gonna do that from the beginning. The timing was just coincidental."

"Oh, I'm sure it was." She replied as she stuffed her camera back in her hoodie pocket. The rest of their walk through Manehattan was less eventful until they eventually made their way to Songbird’s pier.

Spike almost dropped the bags again. He had been expecting a small boat with one room and some random pony driving it, instead what he was looking at would best be described as a cruise ship. "How much do you fucking make!?" Spike demanded in shock.

"Oh, I get 25% of every ticket sold, 10% of any concessions sold, 60% on my CD Sales, and 45% form Merchandise, not to mention quite a few royalties as well." Spike looked at her as if she was crazy. Eventually he overcame his astonishment at the sheer size of the thing and shook his head before moving on. "Don't worry though, this is just a temporary rental," she added with a wink.

A fully stocked crew greeted them as they boarded, each one enthusiastically greeting them. Spike guessed it had something to do with getting paid a full days salary for doing almost nothing. The two were lead to the best room on the ship, the mare handed them the room key. "Don't worry." She said as they walked in, "Everything's been cleaned and the crew will be staying off this deck until such a time that you order food, you two just go hog wild and have some fun." With that, the mare closed the door and left.

Spike looked around the huge room, there was an enormous hot tub, three large chairs, a film projector accompanied by a comfy looking loveseat, a whole shelving unit full to the brim with movie reels, a popcorn machine and massage chair.

It was a lot to take in and Spike was about to get excited when Songbird stated bluntly, "Eh, this'll do for the night." Spike stared at her, now very much wanting to see her vacation home. He turned back to the door and glanced at where he had haphazardly placed his bags. His stuff looked so out of place in the beautiful suite. So he picked them up once more and followed Songbird to one of the two side rooms. This one being their bedroom, had one window, a humongous pink bed shaped like a heart, and there was a second hot tub in the room for some odd reason.

"The hell do we need two of them for?" He asked as he placed the bags down.

Songbird’s face lit up as she turned on the spot and flicked the hot tub on. "Why don't you go put on your swimsuit and I'll show you why?"

Spike blinked at her. "This feels like a trap and a half." He muttered as he reached into his clothing bag and, after some riffling about, left to the other side room that was their bathroom. It was like any other bathroom, with the exception of the huge bathtub. "This place has big fucking tubs." He muttered as he stripped down and hiked up his swimming shorts. The hardest part was getting his tail into the area for it but by now it was a task he'd grown used to.

He walked back into the room and found Songbird already neck deep in bubbles, she smiled teasingly as he climbed in, the two stared at each other in silence. The bubbles moving by so rapidly that Spike couldn't even tell what skimpy bathing suit she was wearing. He was willing to bet it was probably as tight as the others.

"What's the matter," She asked sweetly with a sneaky undertone, "Can't see my suit through the bubbles?"

"No I can’t," Spike confirmed.

"Oh... Well if you ask nicely, I'll stand up and show it to you."

Spike looked at her, slowly raising the scales that would have been his eyebrow had he been born a mammal. "I fear in asking this," He relented, "but can you please stand up and show me your swimsuit."

"Oh, I would..." Songbird said as she waded over to him. Still neck deep, she motioned for him to lean down before saying sweetly, "If I was wearing one." Spike didn't even get a chance to fully take in what she had just said before she stood up, leaving him nose to nose with the area just below her navel. Her breasts were once again jiggling proudly before him. Spike shot smoke out of his nose as Songbird took a step forward and sat on his lap, burying his face in her cleavage. "I do believe I owe you one less now." She said as she repositioned herself so she could nuzzle the side of his neck.

Spike took in the glorious view that were her melons, only just resisting the urge to lean forward and latch onto them. He knew full well how that would end, and he didn't want some poor crew member to have to clean up the mess.

"Wait till we arrive at our destination. Wait till we arrive at our destination!" Spike tried to fight his urges when Songbird licked his face. She made sure her tongue broke through his lips for a moment as she passed them. "Wait for a moment alone in the bathroom!" He amended immediately.

Author's Note

If anyone wants to read this on youtube, just go ahead and do it.

Do not trust me on how much Popstars make, I made all that shit up.

Special thanks to Windy_Swirl For editing the shit out of this.

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