The After Years

Chapters

Five Years Forward and Two Years Back.
Snips and Snails and Wait...Robots?!
The Former Cutie Mark Crusaders
Bonus Chapter: Sweet Apple Acres Commercials
Prom Night: Spike and Scootaloo
Prom Night: Applebloom and Truffles
Prom Night: Snips and Snails / Cam and Drive
After the Prom: Spike and Scootaloo
After the Prom: Applebloom and Truffles
Story Art
After the Prom: Snips and Snails
After the Prom: Cam, Drive and Rumble and Rumble's Family go out for Breakfast
After the Prom: Sweetie Belle and Feather Weight
10 Years Later: Spike and Scootaloo
Prom Night: Sweetie Belle and Featherweight
Question

Five Years Forward and Two Years Back.

This takes place after the events of Stray Ardor and Something More?

Chapter One: Five Years Forward and Two Years Back.

5 Years Later...

A lot had happened in the five years since Spike and Scootaloo admitted how they felt about each other. Spike became the assistant manager for Donut Joe's Diner. Scootaloo had moved to Fluttershy's cottage due to her reaching the age where her hormones were out of control and staying under the same roof as her drake would cause problems. The move wasn't as bad as they had feared it would be, sure they were at opposite end of town but it only served as a minor inconvenience. As for Twilight she and Joe were engaged for a wedding in the fall.

In those five years, the strangest incident in Ponyville was when Equestria's only human: Ron found companionship in his boss, the Mayor Mare. It made sense to most ponies as they worked together and were both in their early forties. Ever since the day the alien claiming to be Rainbow Dash's dad showed up and began working as a secretary for the mayor, they've been rather close.

Rainbow Dash herself got her wish and became a Wonderbolt. Though currently she was still on the second string line-up as the custom for new recruits. It would only be a matter of months for her to be fielded for a major show.

Rarity was still Rarity albeit in her spare time she wrote the occasional Harlequin romance novel, but struck gold with her worse written, yet bestselling book: Fifty Shades of Hay. Her passion was still fashion and at this time of year she was swarmed by orders.

It was about a week before the senior prom at Ponyville High, but like most schools there weren’t any restrictions on who or what the students brought to the dance which this year was being held in Canterlot.

A certain purple dragon was being fitted for his tuxedo. Spike had changed significantly over the course of the last few years. He was about as tall as Big Macintosh and most of his child-like qualities were gone, his snout was a little more pronounced and his head spikes became more slender and translucent. He resembled a teenager for his species. As for the reason behind his change, it all started...

(Flashback)

2 Years Ago

Spike was doing some cleaning around the library. Over the course of the past week Twilight had started to notice something about the young drake and that was he was growing far more rapidly than he should be growing given that infancy for his species normally last for three hundred years. Though it wasn't his size that was growing rapidly but rather it was his skeletal structure. As if his body was growing to match his mental state or so she thought.

Still she made up her mind for her next set of actions."Spike, I'm worried about you. I think there maybe something wrong with your sudden physical change. I'd like for us to go see a doctor."

"You said that weren't any doctors familiar with dragons."

"You are correct, but there is a dragon doctor. I recently read that one would be spending a month in Equestria as part of a good will tour from Draconia and long story short he's coming to Canterlot tomorrow." Twilight rummaged through yesterday's newspaper and presented Spike with the article.

Doctor Silver Scale, Draconia's greatest medical mind as part of his tour across Equestria is taking office at The Lunar Medical Pavilion in Canterlot Saturday the...

The purple dragon glanced over the article and back to Twilight. He saw the look of worry in her eyes and with a gentle sigh. "Okay, Twilight I'll go see this guy with you and Scoots tomorrow."

Twilght didn't question the inclusion of Scootaloo, because after two years they were still inseparable. "In that case we'll leave this afternoon after I tell Joe."

The next morning the three of them were in Canterlot and more specifically The Lunar Medical Pavilion; a recently built five hundred bed hospital that specialized in other species as well as hybrids.

Scootaloo seemed nervous and Spike picked up on it. "What's wrong Scoot's?"

"Hospitals freak me out. They smell like disinfectant and death, they have a room full of jars with body parts in them, they keep blood in refrigerators and don't even get me started on the morgue." The pegasus shivered at her last point.

Twilight heard part of their conversation and only shrugged before she got directions from the head nurse on where Doctor Silver Scale had set up his temporary office.

It wasn't surprise to anyone he was set up in the rehabilitation gymnasium as it was mostly likely the only part of the medical center that could accommodate a full grown dragon.

Once the four of them opened the double doors to the room, they were shocked by the sight of the dragon doctor. He was just as long as Discord and was covered in a mixture of fur and scales and his face looked more like a lion than any type of reptile.

The odd looking drake broke the silence. "I take it; you're not familiar with luck dragons, are you?"

They were taken aback with his posh accent and refined demeanor. Twilight spoke up. "We're sorry; it's just that we've never seen a dragon like you."

He waved a claw dismissively. "I get that a lot. It's no problem my dear."

His eyes then landed on Spike. "Hello, I take it your here to see me for some kind of medical assistance."

"How did y--" Spike was about to ask an obvious question. "Yeah."

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Silver Scale MD and you are?"

"Scootaloo."

"Spike."

"Twilight Sparkle."

Once introductions were over the draconic doctor returned his gaze to the purple drake. "Let's get to the matter at claw. I need to ask you some preliminary questions."

"What is your full name, element type and age?"

"Spike Sparkle, fire and fourteen." He answered in quick succession.

Doctor Silver Scale's expression soured at Spike's last answer. "F-fourteen?"

"Yep."

"You've reached adolescence about three hundred years early."

He stroked his beard and turned to the younger dragon's companions. "I need to run some test on Spike. It shouldn't take long. Could you two please wait outside?"

Twilight and Scootaloo left the room worried for Spike’s well being. The two of them waited in the lobby and were approached by a tan coated earth pony in a lab coat.

"Hey can interest any of you fine ladies in a used carriage." The mares looked at each other in confusion as he presented them with a pair of business cards that read: Fleetwood Brougham Carriage Sales- Alchemy Boulevard, Canterlot. "My prices will give you a heart attack, they're so low. Financing avai--" He was cut off by a security guard.

"THIS IS THE SEVEN TEENTH TIME THIS WEEK. FLEETWOOD GET OUT OF HERE!!!" The stallion dropped the stolen lab coat and took off as the hospital security trotted at full speed after him.

"Financing available!" The salespony called out as he ran from the guard.

20 Minutes Later

Spike left the doctor's office.

Scootaloo rushed over to embrace her boyfriend. "So, how did it go?"

"He said, he still needed to write down a few things and that he'll tell us all what's wrong with me."

After a few minutes Dr. Silver Scale came back and called them into his office. He stood there with a clipboard with a sheet of claw written paper attached to it and turned to Spike. "I'm sorry, but it's just as I thought; you have Agri Ignis Syndrome. It's named for what happens when fire dragons reach the end of their lives. They burst into flame and become one with the fire element, but in the case of this degenerative disease it stunts growth and speeds up the aging process."

Twilight and Scootaloo looked worried and went to comfort Spike. The older mare was the first to speak up. "Is there anything you can do?"

The doctor placed a claw softly on Twilight's shoulder. "I'm sorry, there is no known cure and the treatments are worst than the disease itself."

Spike gulped. "Okay doc. How long do I have to live?"

This was the part of the job that the luck dragon hated the most. "Not good son. I'm afraid, I'd say only a hundred years if you're lucky, that is if you exercise regularly, get a good supply of minerals and cut out any fatty foods."

The purple dragon was met with a mixture of emotions and when he finally settled on one he looked the doctor in eye and smiled. "That doesn't seem so bad."

"Your taking this rather well. If I had tol--" The dragonic doctor was about to further comment on the young drake's acceptance of such horrible news, but when he looked over at him, he noticed the orange mare was holding the purple drake in her front hooves. He now knew why Spike had taken the news so well.

(End Flashback)

"Spikey, could you move your arms up just a tiny bit?" He did as he was told. "Dark purple truly looks wonderful on you darling. I love that I can match your suit to Scootaloo's dress." Rarity was pleased with her work and was even happier that the dragon and his mare had one color in common.

Spike took one look in the mirror and with that typical teenage cockiness found in males. "Damn, I look good."

After a few more minutes, some tea and idle conversation with the fashionista he left the store with his tux headed to the library to put it away and then took off towards Fluttershy's cottage to hang out with Scootaloo.

Snips and Snails and Wait...Robots?!

Chapter Two: Snips and Snails and Wait...Robots?!

Prom was steadily approaching within the next two days. Many teenagers around town were getting into the swing of things. Spike was taking Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle was taking Feather Weight and Applebloom was taking Truffles. The only ones in the group of friends that didn't have dates were Snips and Snails. To be honest five years hadn't changed much for the two of them if anything puberty only made things worse as with it came b.o and in Snips' case really bad acne. The colts were repulsive to the opposite gender and as they asked damn near every mare out, they were met with the usual responses:

"I have to stay home and wash my mane."

"I'm into mares."

"BWA HA HA HA HA"

"Maybe, if I was like blind or dead."

"I think my kitchen is on fire."

"Stop calling Trixie, how did you get the phone number for the palace anyway?"

The two of them had only one option left and the answer was not to take their moms to prom as even they rejected the two unicorns. No, their last option was Gizmo.

Later they were in the lair of the Gizmo. Okay, actually it just a steel barn attached to a small cottage near the Everfree forest. Gizmo like his cutie mark suggested has a talent for robotics and for the nerdy recluse it was more of an obsession.

Snips and snails had gotten to know him when he posted a job for someone to bring him his groceries and get his mail for him. As the two got to know him they realize how truly crazy the nerd was and how he claimed to be closer to creating electronic life. On Gizmo's side of things, he regarded the two colts as his friends or the closest thing he would ever have to friends.

Once they got to Gizmo's lab, they relayed their situation to him.

"Oh, course I can help you, guys. Stand back and watch this." He trotted over to a garage style door on the far side of the room and entered a several complex hoof movements on a nearby control panel.

"Access Granted."

The door began to rise and smoke bellowed into the room. As it cleared two female forms could be seen coming into view.

"Behold! My latest creations in replicant life technology. I present true, sentient artificial life." He yelled out as the figures trotted forward to reveal themselves as a pair of earth pony mares. They both had metallic grey coats and sported transparent spectral manes. They were a few differences like the one on the left had green eyes with a circuit as its cutie mark whereas the one on the right amber colored eyes with a sprocket as its cutie mark.

Snails reached out to touch the coat of one of the androids. "Wow, it feels so lifelike."

Naturally Snips fallowed suit. "Yeah, it does."

The creations shuttered at the touch of the two colts. Gizmo picked up their reaction. "Please, don't do that."

"Why? They're not real ponies."

At this point Gizmo was about to slap Snips. "Cam and Drive..." He spoke their names which caused their ears to perk up. "...are as real as you and me. I want the same level of respect to be given to them as you would anypony else."

Cam and Drive trotted over to the stallion scientist. "Emotion: Happiness. Greetings father." They both spoke in perfect unison in a monotone voice.

"Could you two wait here while I speak to our guest?" They nodded as Gizmo, Snips and Snails made their way to the office at the other end of the

Snips' curiosity got the better of him. "How did you do it?"

Gizmo looked back and fourth as he narrowed his vision giving him a sinister appearance. "About ten years ago, I used to work at Ponyville General hospital and as you know every once in awhile there is a still birth..." He let that sink in before continuing. "...so that combined with a little dark magic from a zebra shaman and a lot of SCIENCE!!! The result is true artificial life. I have gone beyond the dream of electronic sheep!"

As he continued his mad scientist-like rant, Snips and Snails looked back at each other and had one collective thought. 'Yep, he's still crazy.'

"I recall your prom dilemma and to collect data, I will allow you to take them out, but..." Gizmo's tone once again got darker and more defensive around the android like a protective parent. "... under any circumstance make no attempt to force them to do anything. Doing so would mess up my data not to mention I want them to be treated as if they are my daughters because in many ways they are." The reclusive nerd looked at Cam and Drive wistfully.

The three of them went back to Cam and Drive. Gizmo spoke up. "I feel that it's time for you two to see what the world has to offer you and for you two have fun and enjoy yourselves. May, I suggest going to the Ponyville senior prom with these two fine young gentlecolts."

Snips and snails looked the two robotic mares. "We're your dates for prom." They attempted to be chivalrous and reach for Cam and Drive's front hooves and kiss them, but what the two unicorns ended up doing was tripping over themselves and face planting into the ground.

The androids rolled their eyes. Cam turned to Drive and communicated wirelessly. "These are the first stallions we've met outside of father and already I'm embarrassed to be seen with them."

"Emotion: hopeful. They can't be that bad. Father said this prom objective would be fun, we can give it a chance."

"Agreed."

The two mares were given a bag of bits from Gizmo to purchase a pair prom dresses.

Gizmo sighed. "They grow up so fast." He turned around and made his way back to his other creation in the lab which was draped in a large plastic tarp. 'The future of security systems.'

They then followed Snips and Snails out of the lab towards the Boutique. To them the outside world was beautiful and exciting. They practically sung a song about how wonderful all this new data was, but alas their vocal settings restricted their melody capacity. As they made their way to the dress shop, they interacted with other ponies and took mental inventory of how they compared to their dates. It wasn't looking good for Snips and Snails whom were giddy that they both finally got someone to go out with them.

It was going to be a long two days.

The Former Cutie Mark Crusaders

A/N: Sorry for the wait, and this is the final edit.

Chapter 3: The Former Cutie Mark Crusaders

The group that called themselves the cutie mark crusaders, even though they had got their cutie marks within the last few years were still very much friends. For the friends whom could be compared to Rainbow Dash, Rarity and Applejack; the seemingly different fillies got along better than their older counterparts.

It wasn't hard to see why. Sweetie Belle wasn't as fussy as her older sister. Applebloom wasn't addicted to work like Applejack. Scootaloo was more flexible than Dash and could act like a tomboy one moment and act like a filly the next. Not to mention with the years of trying to get their marks, they formed a sister like bond.

As for their own cutie mark chronicles...

Applebloom was always fixing things around the farm, but it was when she as a birthday present to Big Mac had fixed up his plow, that she realized that she really enjoyed the repair work.

"Who wants a picture of a hammer on their flank, anyway?"

Applebloom remembered Sweetie Belle saying at Fluttershy's cottage after their failed table repair job. It turns out life can be very ironic at times, because that is exactly what appeared as the farm filly's mark.

Sweetie Belle was the next member of the club to get her mark. Of, course it was by complete accident as one incorrect course number put the filly in chorus instead of home economics class. It was the combination of not trying to be Rarity and meeting other ponies whom loved to sing had quickly allowed her to overcome her fear of singing in public.

It was during the school's performance of a Singin' in the Rain, as she played the role of Sweet Song that won her much praise as well as a cutie mark which came in the form of microphone superimposed over a heart.

Scootaloo was the last of the crusader to get her mark, but her story was arguably the most exciting of the three fillies. The orange pegasus was a maverick on her scooter but she achieved greatness by performing both one of the greatest and stupidest stunts of all time.

Scootaloo jumped Ghastly Gorge on her scooter and back again without the use of a return ramp. The trick itself required a large ramp and quarter pipe built by Applebloom, Sweetie Belle gathering a large audience and Spike playing the role of the terrified loved one begging her not to jump. Needless to say she did it anyway; She cleared the gorge, caught air on the quarter pipe located thirty yards from the edge and when she reached the apex of the pipe, she switched scooters. The end of trick was the most dangerous part because without the return ramp, she had to beat her wings like crazy as she cleared the chasm again. Lucky for the orange pegasus she did just that, but not without overshooting her landing and ending up in a tree. Once again, 'covered in tree sap.'

That day she got both her cutie mark which was a winged scooter wheel and all four of them grounded, even though Spike tried to stop them. (Just imagine the Detroit Red Wings' logo)

Present Time

The three best friends sat at a table at Sugarcube Corner. With all their prom prepartions and busy last couple of days the three teenage mares haven't had much time to spend with each other. They chose the classic ponyville eatery for several reasons. Spike was working at Donut Joe's Diner. The Library was too boring and quiet. Sweet Apple Acres was quite frankly a mess with all the new work being done to the orchard. The last reason was, it was here at Sugarcube Corner that they became friends in the first place, so it had an air of nostalgia about it.

"It's been a busy couple of days since we last hung out like this." Scootaloo let out a content sigh as she was happy to be back with the members of the infamous Cutie Mark Crusaders.

"y-yep." Sweetie Belle looked like she had something important to say, but was trying to suppress it out of being polite.

"Eeyup, it's a shame we can't visit the clubhouse, but the orchard is a high mess, but in a good way or so mah sis says."

(Sweet Apple Acres a year ago)

Granny Smith passed away at the age of three hundred and fifty-nine years making her the oldest non-goddess in pony history according to the Stout Book of Records. As being one of the most prominent members of the Apple clan, the turn out for her funeral was enormous with over a hundred and fifty members in attendance.

Out of the ponies there, Uncle Orange had taken the news very hard. The stallion was filled with regret at having not seen or talked to his adoptive mother in years and wanted to try and make things right. He offered Applejack his assistance in helping to market the Sweet Apple Acres name, making it known all across Equestria. All through the use of fancy mathematics, new farming equipment and new employees, most of which were unpaid interns from the Canterlot College of Agriculture.

(End of flashback)

"I'm just happy that the main orchard stays the same. Applejack and Mac seemed happy and to be honest I think I am too. My only issue with the whole thing is that darn stupid rapping genie mascot they want to use to sell our products." The last part made the other shrug their heads in confusion.

"The clubhouse won't be torn down will it?" Sweetie asked with hope in voice and Scootaloo looked just as anxious.

The yellow earth pony smiled. "I talked to Applejack before she left for Coltifornia and she said it could stay."

The two other mares were relieved that their foalhood memories were still intact.

The white mare couldn't hold her announcement in any longer. Sweetie Belle clanked her milkshake glass to get the attention of her friends. "I got something special planned for the ten of us."

"Ten of us?"

"Well, yeah. I heard from Grapevine that Snips and Snails got dates, like real dates." The unicorn shuttered in disbelief at the idea of anypony going out with the two colts.

"Wow..."

"What she said."

"I know right?"

"Anyway, what's the big surprise?"

The white mare couldn't suppress her joy any longer. "My parents rented us a pegasus pulled limo!"

The three young mares squeed at the idea of showing up in style with their dates and friends.

Applebloom then shifted her attention back to Sweetie. "Speaking of dates, I heard that you went to see Featherweight's folks the other day. How did that go?"

"It depends on who you ask. I had a great time, but Feather not so much..."

(Sweetie Belle's Date)

Yesterday Evening

Sweetie Belle was on on her was to visit her own special somepony Featherweight's house and meet his family for the first time. Feather had given her a brief description of his family. His mother Copper Kettle ran antique store in ponyville. His father Hayseed was always away from home on business constantly as he was a long haul trucker. His cousin Horsepower if memory served her was some kind of body builder.

The white mare made sure she was presentable as first impressions were everything and proceeded to knock on the door of the two story brick home.

She was greeted not by her boyfriend, but rather an older short light orange pegasus mare with with a light brown mane.

"Hello, I'm Sweet--arg..." That was all Sweetie Belle had a chance to say before she was thrown into a bone crushing bear hug from the surprisingly strong mare in front of her.

Eventually the pegasus let go and gave the teenage filly time to breath. "I'm sorry, but that's how I tend to greet ponies. What can I say, I'm a hugger."

Sweetie Belle looked at the mare with only slight confusion as she had a good idea about the identity of the pony in front of her.

"Where are my manners? I'm Copper Kettle and you must be Sweetie Belle. My little Pinny has told me all about you!" Cooper greeted the unicorn with much joy.

Sweetie confused at the odd nickname, returned the greeting. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, madam."

"Finally, a teenager with some respect. Why just yest--" The middle aged mare was interrupted by the sound of hoof steps coming down the stairs.

From the stairway emerged Featherweight and while he was still very skinny with his entrance into adolescence he had become obscenely tall, and because the trucking company his father worked for now offered a full dental plan, Featherweight's crooked teeth and overbite were a distant memory.

He dipped his head and nuzzled his girlfriend. "It's great that you could make it, Sweetie. I see you met my mom."

To kill the moment Copper Kettle spoke up. "I gotta say Pinny you got yourself a wonderful filly."

There was that name again and Sweetie figured it could hurt to ask. "Why do you keep calling him Pinny?"

"It's short for pinion which are flight feathers." The older mare smiled as she ruffled her son's recently combed mane. "Anyway there'll be more time for questions on the quiz show of life during dinner, so onward and upward my little ponies!!!" She trotted forward and looked back to make sure the teenagers were followed her.

As they made their way through the house and passed the kitchen. The sound of a blender could be heard as as they neared a massive white stallion stood behind it throwing an assortment of vegetables and large quantities of an unidentified white powder into the appliance.

"Protein shake, good." He said in a low voice as his red eyes stared off into space as he started to gorge himself on his concoction.

"This is my cousin I was telling you about, Horsepower."

The grotesquely muscular stallion noticed the three ponies that had entered the room.

Sweetie Belle turned towards the large pegasus with a smile. "Hello, I'm Sweetie Belle, Feather's girlfriend."

"Pretty, filly." Horse Power patted her on the head and returned her smile before chugging the rest of the blender's contents and slamming the empty container on the counter. His neck muscles tightened and his pupils got smaller as whatever happened to be in the shake was taking its effect on the him. "YEEEEAAAHHH!!!"

Feather and his mom simply rolled their eyes at the scene that had unfolded before them, while Sweetie was both confused and scared at the same time.

The older mare spoke up. "Power dear, will you be joining us for dinner?"

He shook his head. "Me workout..."

"Please, it'd mean a lot for you to join us for dinner." Copper Kettle said in her best guilt trip voice and and stared down the massive stallion.

"Okay, me am go get food with family after me am finish up here."

The three of them made their way to the backyard towards the patio for the aforementioned barbeque. Sweetie first noticed the an older stallion behind the grill. His coat was light tan and he wore a faded trucker cap upon his greying brown mane and with the exception of him being an earth pony, he looked almost exactly like Feather Weight.

Of course the earth pony heard them trot onto the patio and jumped over the grill to go meet up with his family and their diner guest. "Ooh, y'all must be that mare Featha's been goin' on about. He's done got 'imself a purty little filly."

The unicorn blushed. "I'm Sweetie Belle and it's nice you, sir."

"Sir? Who's sir?" He took off his cap and slicked back him mane with his hoof. "I'm Hayseed. You can me just call me Hay; I don' want any of that Mr. Hayseed or sir stuff around 'ere."

He then leaned toward his wife. "Babe, you can call meh..." He whispered something unintelligible into her ear which cause the light orange pegasus to turn a deep shade of red and giggle.

As the awkward display of affection took place, Sweetie looked back at Feather who at this point only wanted to crawl into a hole for the next ten years.

Lucky for the teenagers a cloud of black smoke coming from the grill saved the situation from getting any worse.

"Crap, da chow's burnin'!!!" Hayseed stopped his advances on his wife and rushed back to the barbeque to save their meal.

Thirty minutes, one embarrassing dinner and one roid induced rampage Later

The couple made their way to the front of the house as his parents were in the backyard clearing the table and lifting a now heavily tranquilized Horsepower inside the house.

"Sorry for how awkward things got at dinner." Featherweight looked at the ground.

"Don't worry, your parents are adorable. You didn't know your cousin was going to freak out and start throwing plates like discus. Plus, I think my family holds the patent on embarrassing moments." Sweetie said while placing a reassuring hoof on his shoulder and gave him one of her trademark heartwarming smiles.

Even though the pair hadn't been dating very long, Featherweight felt closer his girlfriend than ever before. It also helped that his family hadn't scared her off. "Thanks for being here tonight. I know we haven't been together for a long time, but I love you."

"I love you too, Feather."

The two of them leaned forward and as their lips made contact those feelings were only confirmed. After about twenty or so seconds they broke their kiss and just stared at each other.

With his wings flared out and a very visible heat that ha spread to his face he broke the silence. "That was nice."

"Wanna do it again?"

Feeling brash he shot her a cocky grin. "You know it." The two made their way to the porch swing behind them as they launched into an all out lip battle.

Their make out session was interrupted by the light of a flash bulb. "That one's goin' in the album, babe." A familiar sounding voice said as the young couple saw Hayseed shaking a polaroid picture as his wife wore a toothy grin.

"Ah, can' believe mah little featha's growin' up." The stallion broke down and cried into his wife's shoulder as she tried to comfort her husband.

Meanwhile, Feather and Sweetie were both embarrassed and mad for his folks ruining a special moment.

"Hey, Feather."

"Yeah?"

"Let's get out of here."

The light tan pegasus put on his best Canterlot demeanor. "Onward my dear."

The left the front porch and made their way towards the recently built megaplex to salvage the rest of their evening.

(End of Sweetie Belle's Day)

"...and then he agreed to watch Early Morning. I could tell he didn't like it, but it was nice of him to see it with me anyway." Sweetie beamed as she finished tell her friends about her day with Featherweight and how he sat through one of the worse, yet most popular filly-flicks in recent memory.

Applebloom gave her unicorn friend a nod of approval. "I know if I took Truffles to go see it, he'd be belly achin’ in fancy talk." Referring to the fact that whenever her own special somepony complained it was always in Prench from his native Balegium.

"Pfft, you guys have no taste in movies. Me and Spike would rather see that new Just-in Trotham movie: The Mover 4: The Revenger, where he has to deliver a package before time runs out or an entire city blows up!" Scootaloo exclaimed as she got riled up over one of her favorite action series.

"Ain't that the second flick?"

"No, no, that's the one where he has to get a cure for a virus in the city of Mareami."

"There all kind of the same to me." Sweetie Shrugged.

"Are you kidding me, they have some of the best stunts ever!!! Like how in the third movie where he catches up to a steam cart on a scooter or when he takes out like fifty dudes with a fire hose."

Applebloom joined Scootaloo in her rant towards Sweetie. "Don' forget that time where he beat up a bunch of ponies with candle stick holder!"

"Okay, okay they're not all the same." The white unicorn said just so her friends would not directing their fan-filly facts at her.

"Changing the subject, what have you been up to Scootaloo?"

"Me? Being awesome, what else?"

(Scootaloo's Day)

Scootaloo found that living near the Everfree forrest had its advantage like being able to practice without having to watch out for anypony. Plus Fluttershy was great at bandaging her up after a trick went wrong. This upcoming prom was a special night for her and her dragon. She after five years was still as crazy about Spike as she was at the beginning of their relationship.

Today she was going to surprise Spike at work by baking him his favorite sapphire cupcakes. In truth she wanted to show a little more interest in his hobbies as he was always willing to do whatever she asked of him.

However, first she had to practice and this time she was attempting the new stunt in town.

The event the teenage daredevil and extreme athlete was practicing for was the Radical Games. Today she was pulling out all the stops for this new trick.

"Okay, Scoot's you can do this." She said to herself and with her own words of encouragement, she jumped off a corkscrew ramp, spiraling into three, three-sixty counter clockwise flips.

Once airborne the young orange mare managed to nailed her target: the courthouse. From there she proceeded to grind along the the outer trim of the municipal building. When a rapid beat of her tiny wings she got airborne for a second time with and landed on the sloping roof of the building.

Just as she reached the end of the roof she performed a quick flick of the tail of the board and jumped to the top of another building, and not soon afterwards she executed a tail grab. She then jumped off of her scooter did a flip in mid air and landed back on the scooter while it was still in motion. Finishing the trick, she ground the railing of the stairs to the mayor's office and came to a complete stop.

The crowd that had seen this cheered her name, the flower triplets fainted and a nearby police officer gave her a nice little fine for disturbing the peace and the reckless use of a non-motorized vehicle.

'Still worth it.' She looked over the ticket and up to the clock tower. 'Now, it's time to get cooking, literally.'

(2 hours and six burnt batches of cupcakes later)

"Awesome, these actually look edible. Now all that's left is to add the inedible sapphires to the butter cream icing." She said inedible sapphires, but to a dragon anything could be considered food. It helped explain how Spike survived Twilight's terrible cooking.

Once Scootaloo was done with the treats, she rocketed towards Donut Joe's Diner to hang out with Spike on his lunch break...

Meanwhile on the other side of Ponyville

Ever since Donut Joe opened a diner in Ponyville business has gone better than expected mostly because of the town being located between Manehattan and Canterlot as well as a quick flight from Cloudsdale. This meant that more of the general populous could get their fill of fresh donuts and amazing coffee. One employee there since the beginning named Spike had the gone from just a cook to the manager of the eatery.

The dragon in mention had become a little listless recently and as well paying as his job had been and as much as he enjoyed working there, he felt like he should do something more with his life and because he no longer had the blessing/curse of dragon immortality and had begun to look into other options. Just as he was about to contemplate his future, the familiar sound of screeching scooter wheels could he heard from the back door of the diner.

'Must be time for lunch.' Spike smirked at the predictable motions of his girlfriend.

The door swung open and the orange mare placed a basket down.

"Hey Scoo--mhmm" Spike was interrupted by a full force glomp and make out session combo from his mare.

They broke their kiss and Scootaloo motioned to the basket she had placed on the counter.

"Yo Joe, I'm takin' my lunch break!"

"Alright, tell Scootaloo I said hello!"

With a short scooter ride, the pair reached White Tail Woods Park.

Scootaloo opened the basket to reveal two gem encrusted cupcakes. "Since you're always doing things for me, I made you, your favorite with fresh gems from the end Sapphire Season."

Spike was taken aback by the gesture, happy that she cared enough to try something new just for him. They weren't perfect, but because his special somepony made them, they were perfect to him.

He launched his long lizard like long out, grabbed the cupcakes and inhaled them. "Those, were great Scoots." The cake was a little on the dry side, but the gems really helped the flavor.

To Scootaloo it wasn't about baking or if they even came out right, it was about showing the same dragon that cared about her, that she cared about him. "Thanks, Spike. I know I don't say it as much lately, but I truly do love you."

The two continued to embrace one another on the park bench for as long as Spike's lunch break would last.

(End of Scootaloo's Day)

She gave a wistful sigh. "Yep, I don't know how I do it: amazing trick rider and awesome girlfriend."

The other two always found it a little funny that for such a tough filly on the outside, Spike always seemed to bring out a more sensitive side in her.

When Scootaloo finally broke out of her daydream like stare, the three of them continued to talk about their prom preparations.

Special thanks to Allonso Bronyguy for helping me edit this.

Bonus Chapter: Sweet Apple Acres Commercials

Bonus Chapter: Sweet Apple Acres TV commercials

A green and an orange colt were having lunch the backyard of a suburban family home. They placed a couple of daisy sandwiches and two glasses of juice on the patio table.

The green one drank his beverage with the look of utter disgust. "This apple juice blows; I wish it wasn't forty percent juice."

Suddenly an old oil lamp parachuted into the backyard and one of the young colts rubbed it. Smoke and sparkles flew out of the lamp as the smoke took the form of a pony.

"IT'S CHROME GRILL, THE GENIE OF SWEET APPLE ACRES!!!" They yelled in unison.

The magic pony genie wiggled his snout and the boring juice disappeared and in its place was new apple juice along with a bushel of assorted apples, the freshest looking apples the likes of which Celestia has never seen.

"Yo, dawg, I heard you like apples, so I put apples in your apple juice."

"We love this great tasting juice." The colts once again said in unison as they each took a sip from their glasses.

An older green mare appeared walked into the yard. "And I love it because it's all natural and doesn't contain high fructose corn syrup."

The stallion genie turned to the children. "These Apples are grown in Sweet Apple Acres with no chemicals or any of that artifical s*BLEEP*t!"

"Thanks for making snack time fun. We love you Chrome Grill."

"I didn't make snack time fun, Sweet Apple Acres produce made it hella good. Each apple is packaged in airtight futuristic packaging to ensure peak freshness and teleported to your local grocery store. Chrome Grill loves you too, but I am needed elsewhere spread the joy of Sweet Apple Acres Apples and to put things inside of other things..."He gave a wink to the mare."...UP, UP AND AWAY!!!!" The genie got in his oil lamp and crashed through an unseen ceiling.

Later that night on a different TV set

A pegasus stallion was out drinking with his buddies and time seemed to slow down as the camera zoomed in on the pony. "These beers just don't do it for me, with the bitter taste, low alcohol volume and calories. I feel like I need to drink more to get drunk faster, if only there was a drink for guys like me."

"YOUR PRAYERS HAVE ANSWERED P*BLEEP*Y!!!" Yelled a disembodied voice.

"Whaa--" A lightning bolt flashed before him and transformed that stale ale into Sweet Apple Acres Hard Cider.

"Sweet Apple Acres Hard Cider, a drink that doesn't taste like sh*BLEEP*t, is low in calories, packed with flavor and loaded with so much alcohol, you'll be f*BLEEP*king fat bitches in no time, YOU MIGHT EVEN FIGHT A PONY OR TWO!!!"

The pegasus took a swig of the new drink. "Whoa!!!"

"DAMN, STRAIGHT!!! NOW AVAILABLE IN FORTY PERCENT ALCOHOL AND SIX PACK MINI KEGS!!!"

Disclaimer voice could be heard in the background. "Females pregnant or that may become pregnant should not drink Sweet Apple Acres Hard Cider. You should not drink Sweet Apple Acres Hard Cider if you are operating heavy machinery. Never drink near an open flame. Enjoy responsibly."

A/N: I have been drinking when I wrote this nonsense chapter and I thought it was funny at the time....I'm sorry.

Prom Night: Spike and Scootaloo

It was finally the night of the long awaited Senior Prom for the young Mares and Stallions of Ponyville. Some were taking the train, some by carriage and for the very lucky some were traveling by airship or pegasus pulled chariot.

Spike had volunteered earlier that day to gather up everypony as they made their way to Sweetie Belle's house. Making sure his cuff links were shiny and his head spines were polished he walked out the door.

His first stop was to pick up Snips and Snails who lived right next door to each other and sure enough as the teenage drake made his way to gather his friends, they were walking out Snips house oddly close together.

"You guys do realize that you should save the lovey dovey stuff for your dates, right?"

"Uh...you tell him Snips."

"No, you tell him."

"Nuh uh." Snails shook his head messing up whatever styling he had put into it.

The two stallions continued to argue and Spike was getting more and more irritated by their actions.

"For the love of Celestia, just tell me!"

"We got stuck together." They said in unison.

To be honest their statement didn't shock Spike as after knowing them for the pass seven years he had seen the duo do some pretty stupid stunts. He did however instinctively pinch his brow and waited for the explanation.

Snails looked at the ground. "We were trying to find some mane spray, but what we accidentally used some of my dad's spray on adhesive..."

'wow... that was new.' Spike thought considering that Snips' parents were barbers and would have an entire house filled with styling products. The bigger question was, why in Equestria did Snail's dad keep glue in the bathroom?

"We've been stuck like this for three hours and we didn't want to ruin our suits." Snips said trying to pull himself apart from his best friend.

Spike tried to pry them from each other, but the only thing happening was fabric starting to give away from the stress that was being applied to it. Looking at the clock tower he saw that he didn't have time for this issue. "We're running a little late...um guys you're gonna have to look natural."

With that the three headed for Gizmo's lab first mainly because of the drake's undying curiosity as to who or what Snips and Snails were bringing as their dates. As for taking Spike's advice and looking natural, well...the two glued unicorns being radically different heights meant, they had to perform one of the most lopsided seven legged races in pony history.

After about fifteen minutes of walking the trio made their way to the home of Ponyville's resident mad scientist.

Spike took a step forward and was about to ring the door bell.

"SPIKE DON'T DO TH--" They yelled in stereo only to be interrupted by Spike.

"Oh, come on it's just a door bell, see?" As soon as he pressed the button the three of them fell through a trap door and into a machine that wrapped them in high tensile cable.

Snips and Snails both sporting a grin that said, 'I told you so' just looked at Spike. "Don't say anything."

"We deliver his groceries."

Just as Snips and Snails were about to tear into the dragon. The door to the room they were in opened up and standing in the doorway wearing a white lab coat was Gizmo.

"Finally, I have got you Gummy the Gator..." He looked at the three creatures bound in the cable and noticed that none of them were his mortal enemy. Two them he recognized as his friends. "...Snips and Snails, how many times have I said not to use the door bell?"

Their only response was a irritated glare at the dragon as Gizmo hit the release button on their restraints, freeing them.

"You must be here to pick up Cam and Drive for the prom. That should be very interesting data, I remember my senior prom, her name was Moovilla..."

The scientist continued to reminisce as he lead them through the underground section of his lab to the elevator and five minutes later into the actual house area of his lair. Snips and Snails in their three years of working for Gizmo had seen it all, but Spike was shocked by how much sciencey stuff was down there. It would have but Twilight's basement to shame several times over and then some.

"...and then her father bucked me out of the second story window." He chuckled. "I needed forty seven stitches and was bed ridden for two years...good times." His eyes went wide and his pupils dilated as he gave a evil laugh. Gizmo now realizing that he now his living room stopped his laughter and composed himself.

"Girls your dates are here!!!" He called up to a set of stairs.

To say Spike was uneasy would have been the understatement of the century, but any more thoughts on the subject were dropped as he watch two metallic grey earth pony mares made their descent from the second floor. One wore a black dress with golden accessories and the other wore a similar dress but with green accessories. His jaw was firmly on the ground at the idea that Snips and Snails could get these two attractive mares to go out with them. He took a quick glance at his friends who were both wearing the biggest shit eating grins he had ever seen, if it weren't for the fact they were covered in sweat and glued together, Spike would have taken every negative thing he had ever said about his two companions back.

Snips and Snails hobbled forward. "This is Cam..." they motioned to the green eyed mare. "...and this is Drive." They once again gestured, but this time to the amber eyed mare opposite her sister.

Being the gentlegrake Spike was, he stepped toward them with his trademark sauve smile and kissed their forehooves. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I am Spike Rodan von Sparkle."

The two replicants blushed and synched their monotone voices. "Emotion: Happy. We are elated to met you as well."

Cam using her wireless transmitter projected her thoughts to Drive. "The reptile being the fifth creature we have ever met is already better than prom objective stallions."

"They aren't that bad. This objective couldn't be any worse than yesterday went they took us out for nourishment." Drive always the optimist tried to find some good in all things, but even the events from the day before, almost fried her techno-organic brain. They would've looked back on that day, but their high speed processors didn't leave much time for a flashback.

They were interrupted by the dragon, whom looked at the digital clock on Gizmo's desk on the other side of the room. "I'm sorry to cut this short, but we need to get to pick up the rest of the gang and get to Sweetie Belle's house."

Gizmo pressed a series of buttons and opened the front door.

"The trap door has been deactivated."

The mad genius held the door open for the five teenagers. "Have a good time at the prom and be safe..." He said with a tinge of sadness in his voice. The kind that any parent would have if they their children were leaving the nest, except these children happen to be the result of dark magic, illegal genetic research and science!

The two androids gave him a hug and bid him farewell as the followed their dates and Spike out the door.

They made their way to Fluttershy's cottage, which at one point used to be just a house and a butterfly garden now had almost enough ramps, railings, half and quarter pipes to be considered a skate park.

Spike hesitantly rung the door bell of the tree dwelling.

"Coming!" A very familiar voice said from behind the door.

A few minutes passed and the sounds of broken glass, curses and several power tools filled the air before Scootaloo trotted out the of her home.

The orange pegasus' eyes fell on her date and being the dominant one in their relationship she she let out a wolf whistle and threw her drake into a loving embrace, while being careful not to wrinkle his suit. "Lookin' good Spike."

Taking in Scootaloo's purple and orange prom dress and her perfectly groomed mane, the dragon was stunned. "Y-you don't look bad yourself, Scoots." Realizing that what he said, Spike went for the save. "In fact you make Fluer de Liz look like a hydra's life-mate."

The pegasus giggled before giving the drake a playful jab. She knew that because of her special some-dragon's more submissive nature, she had him wrapped around her hoof.

Remembering that they weren't alone Scootaloo looked at Snips and Snails as they were pressed against each other. She moved towards her drakes left ear and spoke to where only he could hear her. "Hey Spike, what's with those two?"

"They got stuck together using industrial spray on adhesive." He whispered back in a very unamused tone to which the pegasus rolled her eyes.

Scootaloo then noticed Cam and Drive. "Wow, you two are really going out with these guys?" She ruffled up Snips' mane.

"Hey watch it!"

"Oh, come on it's not like I could make it any worse." She said with a smug tone.

Cam and Drive stifled some laughter. "Emotion: confused indifference. We are going out Snips and Snails."

The pegasus rolled her eyes at the twin mares' strange manner of speech before nudging her boyfriend that it they should head out and go pick up Applebloom and Truffles. "I think it's time to go get Applebloom and her date."

Once again the ever growing collection of creatures made their way to pick up another two companions. After another ten minutes of locomotion they reached the large new sign that said: Sweet Apple Acres Organic Produce.

It was still the same farm for the most part. There were add-ons like the lodging for the unpaid interns from the Canterlot College of Agriculture, a new massive barn with a docking area for motorized trucking carts and most noticeable was size of the land as the help Uncle Orange had offered also let the Apple Family buy all the adjacent land, henceforth tripling the size of the orchard.

They eventually made it to the classic Apple family ranch house and remembering what happened at Gizmo's Lab earlier Spike once again hesitated before he knocked on the front door to which Big Mac opened, greeting the six of them.

"Ah reckon, yer here for Applebloom." The gentle giant said as he welcomed them into the house.

The group followed Mac into the parlor to the distinct sound of his youngest sister fidgeting as Zecora was tying her new pink bow. "Not too much forward or too far back."

"Please sit tight, if you want this bow to look just right." The zebra sighed.

In a chair to the left of them sat Truffles who while still on the husky side had grown up to be moderately tall, making him look almost proportional. As Applebloom's friends walked into the room Truffles got up from his chair to greet them. "Hello Spike, Scootaloo, Snaps and uh...Mollusk?"

"Very close, it's Snips and Snails."

"Uh, Mollusk is who we called Grappy Slugs." Snails piped in.

"Ah, but of course and who are these enchanting mares?" Truffles gave a slight nod to the two androids.

"We are called: Cam and Drive." The twins said in unison. "Emotion: Happiness. It's a pleasure to meet you as well."

Applebloom chose this time to stop fussing with the bow as she let her soon to be sister-in-law finish getting her ready for the prom.

The light yellow mare got in front of Truffles and let out a possessive growl. "He's mine!"

Cam and Drive backed off a little bit and were confused by the earth pony's behavior. "Emotion: Unease."

Realizing that Truffles was just being "neighborly" as her kin would put it, became aware of her actions and blushed in embarrassment. "Sorry, I've just been a little stressed out today." Applebloom held out her hoof to show she meant no ill will towards the other two mares, both of whom accepted.

All this new friendship was interrupted when Spike looked at the clock on the adjacent wall. "How are we gonna make it to Sweetie Belle's House in time?"

Mac chuckled and led the eight creatures to the front porch. "WEST FIELD INTERNS!!!"

Five ponies rushed towards the group. "Yes, Mister Macintosh!!!"

"Um...listen here, ah have an important task for ya, ya’ll need to get Applebloom and her friends to 1401 Pinecrest Lake. Ya get them there before seven and ah'll sign your course evaluation sheets with high marks and I'll consider the five of y'all for a paid intern position."

The interns practically threw the eight teenagers into the nearby wagon before taking off like a rocket ship from the bowels of Tartarus.

With two minutes to seven, the group was dropped off at Sweetie Belle's house where she and Featherweight were waiting by the limo anxiously for their friends to arrive so that they could get to the prom.

Sweetie Belle and Featherweight greeted their friends as they them made their way towards her driveway.

Sweetie threw her former fellow crusaders into a bone crushing hug. “We’re gonna have such an awe~some time tonight!!!" Her voiced cracked a little as she was extremely giddy with anticipation for the big event.

Spike, Featherweight and Truffles exchanged bro-hooves as they; themselves have become good friends over the years, which wasn't hard to see why as they all were dating members of the notorious CMC.

"Still think you can beat me in a cook off, Truff Stuff?" Referencing the next Iron Chef competition, the dragon gave his grey rival a slight nudge.

"Ha Ha. Dream on, you lézard envahi."

"Hey Spike, we still up for our fishing trip this weekend with Magnum?"

"Yeah, as long as somepony doesn't forget the bate." Both dragon and pegasus glared at the earth pony stallion.

"Yeah, I forget one time and no you two will never let that go, will you?" His cohorts shook their heads.

The playful kidding of the stallions was cut off by Sweetie's mother: Fran panicking over the time and pushing them all into the limousine.

"Remember, I want you home no later than midnight." Fran lectured her daughter.

Sweetie just rolled her eyes. "Yes, mom."

Two Hours of Small Talk Later

The ten of them had finally arrived at the Pavilion at Canterlot Castle. Luna truly did a wonderful job arranged the night for so many teenagers and their dates. The outside patio area was packed as the site of the infamous yearly gala was also where many schools celebrated their senior prom at the same time.

In attendance there were quite a few griffins, several donkeys, some zebras, a couple of buffalo and even surprising enough a few diamond dogs intermixed with the predominately pony crowd.

"My mom only rented the limo till one!" Sweetie Belle called out to her friends as they all went their separate ways to enjoy the dance with their dates.

Spike and Scootaloo barely heard what Sweetie Belle said as the sound of her voice was cut off by the DJ's music, which turned out to be none other than Fillydelphia's own MC W1SH aka Neon Lights.

The pair took in the sight as the normally stuffy banquet hall had been transformed to meet the tastes of the younger crowd while still maintaining its own elegance.

After a long carriage ride they did what any self respecting creature would do, they got some drinks and food, found a table and basked in each other's company. That last part being a bit of an understatement as the mare and the drake have been damn near inseparable since having created their relationship five years ago.

"...Scoots, I'm glad you're here with me. "

"I am too, and for what it's worth, you're the only one that get me to wear this get-up." The pegasus gestured to her dress.

"If it's any consolation, you look fantastic." The orange mare's face felt warmer than Celestia's sun as she met his dark emerald eyes.

"Uh... ummm..." She couldn't contain herself anymore and didn't care how sappy she sounded as reared back and grabbed her boyfriend's head smashed her snout into his careful to avoid his fangs as she gave him a deep kiss.

When they finally parted lips, everything around the couple went silent, that was until a large plume of green smoke exited Spike's nostrils.

*POOF*

"Pfft... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA" The pegasus couldn't help herself as if Celestia sent, her special somedragon gave the same smoky reaction to their intimate moment to ease the tension.

"Yeah, you still got it Scoots." He gave an annoyed snort to clear his sinuses. "Still gotta figure how you keep doin' that."

"It's fun and we can leave it as one of life's great mysteries like why does rubber bounce, the appearance of crop circles and the existence of sea ponies."

"I can answer that in this order: physics, aliens and no way."

"They do too exist. The even made a movie about them and everything, the one with the stallion in Manehattan and the transforming seapony mare."

"That was just a movie, albeit a very good movie, but it was pure fiction like seaponies can even read Equestrian."

"Se--"

At this point Neon Lights was getting into the swing of things cutting off the two debating creatures. The music like and the lights drew every teenager onto the dance floor like some kind of pied piper.

"We can talk about this later, let's dance."

The young dragon held out his claw to his mare as she lead him on to the crowd of dancing prom goers. "As you wish..."

The couple saw Applebloom and Truffles stumbling over their hooves with the grace of a boulder rolling down a hill. Their friends Sweetie Belle and Featherweight opted to walk towards the balcony overlooking the river. Snips and Snails couldn't be seen, but Cam and Drive were chatting with a lone grey pegasus by the drink table.

Once Scootaloo and Spike were in area that was partially sectioned to act as a dance floor, they joined the other happy prom going couples.

15 minutes Later

Out of everyone on the floor Spike and Scootaloo were the best dancers, well that was until...

...Another couple trotted on to the dance floor. It was Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara and as the years had gone by what started as simple friendship became something more as the former bullies began to court each other and their trademark greeting took on a whole new meaning.

The four of them met eyes as despite the fact that the former tormentors no longer really bothered anypony anymore, there was still some level of animosity to the pair and because of that everyone felt electricity in the air when the dragon and pegasus met the two earth pony mares.

As the two pairs met, Neon could see the spark of competition on the floor. "New Challenger!! Show me your awesome moves!!!"

A wall of teenagers surrounded the four creatures in a circle even some of the pegasi flew up to get a better view of what was going down.

It started off simple at first some soft rock ballads to which the competitors used as a warm up. Scootaloo and Spike dipped, span around and moved gracefully over the marble tile of the dance floor. Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara very much so kept up with their rivals.

The intrepid DJ could see that the four teenagers knew how to handle themselves, that's why his next playlist came from a prototype arcade game he'd been working on with Sapphire Shores, it was simple known as Prance Prance Liberation.

"You're on fire! Let's see how you do against this set!" Neon shouted at the top of his lungs while he sported an almost sinister grin.

His horn lit up and the ground rumbled and his speakers shook. The blue unicorn used his illusionary magic to create a set of scores set each set at 1,000 points above the three ponies and dragon. The crowd and chaperones looked onto the dance floor in awe.

"Are you Ready? HERE WE GO!!!"

Spike threw off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, Scootaloo flared her wings, Diamond Tiara flung her tiara like Wonderfilly and Silver Spoon adjusted her glasses.

As the music took a sudden shift from soft rock ballads of earlier to pulse pounding dance music with a fire trail blazing crazy level of beats per minute, It was like a motorized cart had gone from first to fourth gear in the blink of an eye. To the uncoordinated it was a death sentence, but to these couples it was a test of strength as long time rivals met in an arena of sound and synchronized rhythm.

Spike pulled off some impressive foot work at first as he launched his mare into the air who used the momentum to do a series of back flips as she came careening to the floor as her boyfriend caught her in mid air as he brought the two of them into an almost erotic pose as they continued to match their movements which used their gifts of wings, hands and feet to their advantage. It was otherworldly, but it was almost expected as the dragon for anyone that knew him, knew that he has music in his very veins. As for the orange mare, she was an extreme athlete and she treated this in the same way she treated any activity, with full gusto and determination. They were as almost as close in their synchronization as any dragon and pony could be less they be born a kirin.

Everyone was amazed by how well two creatures with very different anatomies worked so well together.

As for Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon on the other hoof weren't going to let the interspecies couple claim all the glory as they shocked the crowd in the same manner as they achieved movement and flow that earth ponies shouldn't by any definition be capable of in any respect. The two mares Silver and Diamond proceeded to clamber onto their back hooves as they gyrated, spun and dipped on the dance floor and while they didn't have the finesse that their rivals had, they did manage to win points in how well the pair moved together as a whole. They weren't a just a couple they had become a single entity only rivaled by their purple and orange compatriots.

The dancers that had taken center stage continued their hip movements, spins, stunts, slides, jumps, glides and risqué dancing.

Everyone was stunned as they watched the four teenagers transform into the lords of the dance. It was like nothing else mattered. They went through the entire evolution of rhythm. The DJ couldn't believe his eyes... it was beautiful...

In many ways it was frightening to see how much these four were in tune with the music and their partners. The fluidity of their movement borderlined on rehearsed as they never once missed a beat. It was like the spirit of dance possessed their bodies.

The other thing the attendees witnessed was love, it was this compassion between a pony and a dragon and the love shared between two mares that was on full display as with their movements matching perfectly came a new level of understanding.

When Neon's insane set was over, the four of them collapsed on top of each other. The crowd went wild and even Luna who had been hosting the event bowed in respect to the display shown by such skilled creatures.

"E-EXCELLENT!!!" The unicorn DJ called over the cheering spectators.

In the back area of gala hall towards patio's outside doors sat the tired performers from earlier (five minutes ago) that night. It was quite, well in relative terms as they tuned out the world around them.

Exhausted the drake broke the silence that hung in the air. "I...hate to admit it, but you two were wonderful out there."

"I feel the same sentiments*puff* as well Spike, you and Scootaloo danced splendidly. Your hands and feet matched her grace and wings."

Spike held out his arm in a gesture of friendship to which Diamond Tiara graciously accepted.

"Silver *pant* that was amazing...even though we've never been friends, I will say that your moves were kick flank.” Scootaloo surprised Silver Spoon by giving her a a similar gesture of companionship.

They talked and chatted as if there was never any ill will between the four of them. Spike and Scootaloo did feel odd that none of their friends showed up to congratulate them or see them at all since they jumped on the dance floor.

Some Time Later

As the night came closer to its inevitable end, the ballots had been passed out earlier to elect that year's Prom Monarchs have been collected and sorted out with the lunar princess taking center stage.

"Now, the moment thou hath all been waiting for, this year's prom Prince and Princess are Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara!!!" The crowd cheered as Luna gave a blushed in embarrassment when the spotlight focused on two mares.

The two mares trotted on stage to receive their crowns and share a kiss as a slow song began to play, signaling for all the couples to hit the dance floor.

Sweetie Belle and Featherweight finally reemerged from seemingly nowhere as they hit the floor was the grace of a buffalo, which are surprisingly quit masterful on their hing legs as countless ballets have proved.

Spike looked at Scootaloo with a guilty look on his face. He leaned forward towards his girlfriend's ear. "I'm so sorry, but I voted them."

This caused the orange mare to giggle. "I gotta confess as well, so did I. That being said this is the best night we've ever had together."

"You mean best night, so far."

The pair continued to sway with the music and look into each other's eyes.

"Let's get out of here and go for a walk in the gardens."

The pair was about to go through with their stroll when they were met with a sigh that said: "Do, not enter."

Spike gave his mare a wink and with a single claw swipe cut the sign off its post and flung it into a nearby trash can.

Scootaloo smirked and gave a half lidded expression as her drake lead them for a very romantic "stroll" through the starlit garden as they added one more memory to the already perfect night.

Prom Night: Applebloom and Truffles

Prom Night: Applebloom and Truffles.

Ever since Truffles had stood up to Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara, Apple bloom had harbored a crush for the stubby grey colt from Balegium. After some prodding from Sweetie Belle and some words of encouragement from Scootaloo, the little earth pony filly worked up the courage to confess her feelings.

Jump forward a few years later and the two were as close as any other young couple, probably more so if the incident that happened last "season" can be taken into account. Let's just say in a town full of mares, being out of shape or fat works in your disadvantage, especially if your special somepony can out run you by over a mile.

As soon as the ten friends had arrived at the gala hall, they all separated to enjoy the prom. Applebloom and Truffles decided to go dancing, but as they soon found out, in comparison to the more dance capable members of their group, they were just plain terrible at fancy hoof work. So, they opted to just rock back and forth slowly holding each other to the soft music playing in the background trying not to step each other's hooves anymore.

"Hey, um Truffles."

"Yes?" He whispered into her ear.

"Remember when I snapped at those two shiny mares earlier?" Her date simply nodded. "Well, ah got something important to tell you, but ah'm not exactly sure how to tell you."

"Like the best dishes that start with simple ingredients, so should anything that needs to be said be just as simple."

The yellow filly smiled slightly and took a deep breath. "Ah've got a bun in the oven."

"I-I-I'm g-going to be a papa?" The grey stallion voice shook and his accent popped in and out of focus.

Applebloom gave a weak nod, not exactly knowing how Truffles would react to her news.

"That's g-great!" He hugged his mare and promptly fainted right there on the corner of the dance floor.

*THUD*

"Well'p that went better than ah thought it would." The mare sighed as she followed the two paramedics taking her soon to be fiancé to the castle's medical center.

As Applebloom sat by Truffles' unconscious form, her only worry became, 'how in Equestria am ah gonna keep Truffles alive when my family finds out?'

Prom Night: Snips and Snails / Cam and Drive

Cam and Drive's Prom Night

While the rest of their friends went off to do their own things, Snips and Snails tried to dance with their own dates, but be being as uncoordinated as they were, they only managed to look like they were having seizures.

The two mares face hoofed in embarrassment. They just weren't having the good time that their "father" had promised them with this prom objective.

As the night continued, Cam and Drive were getting more and more irritated by the two stallions. First it was when Snips and Snails finally pried themselves apart and they ended up not only destroying their suits but succeeded in bowling over the two androids. Then there was the dancing which went over like lead balloon.

The worse part out of all of this was when they sat down to grab something to eat with the two stallions.

"... Another show, I really like is the anime Sock and Saddle with Riding Crop." Snips gushed as he went on and on about his favorite shows.

Cam and Drive were waiting at a table with the blue stallion as they they waited for Drive's date to return. What they didn't expect was the yellow unicorn to come back with a mountain of food.

"Uh...hey, girls I didn't know what you liked, so I brought over a little bit of everything." Snails said as he wobbled under the heavy tray on his back. He then placed the it on the table.

"Finally, I'm starving. All this amazing conversation was making me hungry."

At this Cam's eye visibly twitched as she began to envision a world where machines enslaved ponies.

It only got worse when their dates displayed quite possibly the worse table manners in Equestrian history and proceeded engage in a yeast roll eating competition.

Drive looked at her sister and once again projected her thoughts. "Emotion: Complete Disgust. I know I am usually the one telling you to look on the bright side, but I can't take another discussion about lollicon, fast food and overrated magicians mixed with how they consume nourishment."

"Emotion: Surprised happiness. Why don't we just leave?"

"Emotion: Confusion. Huh?"

"Emotion: Happiness. You are not happy and I am not happy, prom objective is supposed to be fun, so why don't we leave these two and gather data for ourselves?"

They turned to snips and Snails and began the break up conversation that was sure to be the first done completely in stereo. "Prom Objective dates: Snips and Snails."

"Yes." They wiped their faces on the remnants of their sleeves and replied in unison.

"Emotion: Annoyed. We want to end operation prom objective with you."

"That's nice...wait, what?!" the four of them just stood there for felt like an eternity.

Cam broke was the first to break the silence. "Listen, you are..." She searched her memory banks for an appropriate phrase. "...really nice guys, but we think we should see other carbon or silicon based life forms."

The androids left the table and trotted towards the drink table on the other side of the room.

Snails turned to his compatriot. "That could have gone a lot worse."

Cam and Drive surveyed the beverage table and gave a sigh as this night hadn't turned out right.

Most ponies were out on the dance floor, enjoying the company of their dates or making idle conversation with their friends. The area around the drinks was for the most part with bare of any other ponies...well, except for one light grey pegasus stallion with an ash grey mane wearing a winkled blazer with a boxing glove as his cutie mark, he stood on his hind legs against the back wall drinking from a small steel flask.

The pony in question took in the sight of the two mares, who also wore the look of disappointment with the event. "You two look like you just went through a rough night."

Their ears perked up at the sound of the stallion's velvet like voice. "Yeah, our father made us go with these two...um..." Drive tilted her head towards their former table.

The mystery pegasus saw two very familiar unicorns. "I see. Tonight hassn't been all that good for me either. Archer used me as a free ticket to prom just so ssshe could dump me for Lickity Split." He slurred slightly mid sentence. "Looks like we have a little in common. Well, introductions are order, my name is Rumble and you fine mares are..."

"My name is Cam...” The green eyed mare replied with a smile.

"...and my name is Drive." Her sister said finishing the sentence.

The Next Day

A dark grey pegasus in his early thirties trotted down the hallway of his house towards his younger brother's room.

"Hey Rumble, I was wondering if you wanted to get some breakf--" Thunderlane's speech was interrupted when he caught sight of the scene of his younger brother laying in bed with two mares. The three in bed simply glared at the older stallion.

"I'll come back later." He quietly left the room making a mental note to tease Rumble later.

As the older stallion left the room, Cam and Drive turned to their collectively shared new boyfriend.

"I'm never gonna here the end of it."

In their usual synched monotone voices the twins glared at their stallion. "Emotion: Content. We demand more snuggling."

As what happened to Snips and Snails during prom night?

About half an hour after Cam and Drive broke up with the two of them. They headed out to the Original Donut Joe's diner down the street from the Castle.

As they entered the eatery, Latte Bean the brother of the former owner and the ever observant manager noticed the sad look upon their faces.

Just as they were about to sit at the counter and order a glazed pick me up, Latte stopped them. "Whatza matta witchu two?"

"Our dates ditched us."

"Then I can't let you fellas sit here." Latte pointed to the area towards the other side of the diner, it was dim, the walls were lined with motivation posters and it had a bunch of other equally low spirited ponies. It was the newly designated Sadness Corner, because when Latte took over he made an area for miserable customers, just so the happy ones wouldn't be bummed out.

"It's nothin' personal, but bad vibrations don't sell food. Eat some donuts and drink some coffee and when your feelin' betta then you can sit with the rest of us."

The two spent about two hours listening to a medley of Chicacolt's most depressing songs. After about six cups of coffee they felt the call of nature, but the events that happened next would forever change their lives.

Unbeknownst to them the custodian's wet floor sign fell down as as the two young stallions got up, Snails tripped over the sign and into Snips who ricocheted off the nearby counter as he launched the pot of coffee onto Snails head causing the burned unicorn to barrel into the jukebox and his companion to step on a broom that hit him square in the daddy basket.

When the two of them finally came to a complete stop, they expected a lot of things, most of them involved being kicked out or being yelled at or berated in some fashion. What happened in actuality was something neither of them expected.

"BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Everypony in the diner laughed including the Sadness Corner, and the manager.

It was that night that they found their true calling in life, to make other ponies laugh and feel better about themselves.

After the Prom: Spike and Scootaloo

When we last left our group of intrepid teenagers, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had won prom prince (in this case princess) and (other) princess with Spike and Scootaloo coming in second place. Shortly after the award ceremony the two had ducked into the Canterlot Gardens.

It was deep within the recesses of the Canterlot Gardens hedge maze the morning after the prom; the ground was littered with torn clothing, broken branches and burned grass. Laying upon the chaos and destruction were the garden's temporary residents consisting of an orange pegasus and a purple dragon cuddling in a lovers embrace.

Their peace couldn't last forever as Celestia’s moment killing sun hit the exhausted pair.

"Mmm...morning Scoots." Spike whispered half asleep as he wrapped his arm around the pony beside him.

The mare responded by nuzzling into her drake as she breathed in his scent.

Eventually the pair began to stir, not because they particularly wanted to, but because they needed to head back home before Twilight and their friends sent out a search party.

Spike began to place the ruined remnants of his suit on his person and Scootaloo did the same with her own ripped and clawed dress. The disheveled couple then faced each other and in an aura of perfect timing began to laugh at one another’s appearance.

"BWAHAHAHAHA...you...you look like...like a hobo that got into a fight with a can of whup ass...hahaha..."

"HAHAHAHAHAHA...you're one to talk, you're like a crazy cat lady...heheheheh..." Then he began to imitate a crazed feline obsessed vagrant complete with crippled walk and speaking in gibberish as he wiped the tears of mirth from his face.

Once the two had settle down the moved on to more pressing issues like how in the holy f@!k were they going to get out of the maze.

"I could hover and find us the right way out." Scootaloo shrugged as she levitated herself above the maze for a few brief seconds only to see that they in their hormone lust filled minds had somehow wondered deep into the green labyrinth.

"Yeah, this ain't gonna work."

Then an area struck the drake. "Watch this."

The pegasus watched awe and her boyfriend began to claw through the maze as if he were Daring Do using a machete to cut through jungle overgrowth.

Yeah, it was cheating by puzzle standards, but at that point the couple couldn't care less as right now they want to go home and grab a bite to eat, not necessarily in that order.

Sometime Later

Spike and Scootaloo had made their way to the entrance of the maze leaving behind a lot of broken branches and one very pissed off grounds keeper.

After looking at the perfect clear sky and the adjacent Gala Hall that only a few hours earlier had held a mass prom for several schools along the eastern coast of Equestria and the mess that came with the event. It was beautiful day, too nice to sit in a stuffy train all day for the trip back to Ponyville and with that the two came to a singular decision.

'Do we have to go home right away?' The pair thought unanimously.

"It really is nice out and I'm sure if I send a letter to Twilight, she won't be too mad."

"Doesn't bother me, Fluttershy is still at her family reunion." Scootaloo shrugged as she tried to keep her dress in one piece. "Plus, it's been awhile since we've been on any type of real date."

All Spike could was nod, offer a tender hug and pull out a napkin from his jacket and ask a nearby member of the palace custodial staff for a pen.

After a few seconds of scribbling, he burned the note sending it up in a puff of green smoke.

Meanwhile in Ponyville

"That drake is in so much trouble." Twilight was on the verge of bursting into merry flame after being up all night waiting her young ward to come home.

Donut Joe tried to defuse his fiancé’s anger with a light shoulder rub with his magic because he knew well enough that when the element of magic was pissed it was best to keep a fair distance. "Relax babe, what's the worst that could happen?"

"RELAX?! WHAT'S THE WORSE THAT COULD HAPPEN?! WHY HE COU--" Her rant was interrupted with a paper napkin materializing in front of her. "Oh, a letter from Spike."

The message read:

Hey Twilight, me and Scoots are gonna go do the tourist thing today, we'll catch a train tonight and be back tomorrow morning. Sorry, if we made you worry.

Love, Spike

After reading the note, the purple mare's anger almost seemed to entirely dissipate which made her stallion very confused to say the least.

"You're not mad anymore?"

"Oh, I'm mad Joey. It's just that with the letter I'm less mad, that and this massage for lack of a better word feels magical." Twilight purred as Joe's aura softened her tense muscles.

Back in Canterlot Spike and Scootaloo were making their way through the Gala Hall and deeper into the castle towards the Royal Dining Hall. Being hatched by one of the most powerful ponies in Equestria as well being partially raised by the demi-goddess of the sun has its perks. One of said perks includes a free continental breakfast.

The couple walked/trotted into the ornate Dining area to find that the two princesses and god of chaos were already seated at the table or in the case of the draconequus levitating six feet off the ground upside down.

Luna seemed to be enjoying her dinner whereas her sister Celestia was the exact opposite grumbling and mumbling to herself. "Heart healthy....stupid grapefruit... note to self make growing grapefruit punishable by death..."

Discord could help but look on Celestia and with amusement as he ate a bowl of chocolate covered cotton candy and broken glass.

Eventually the dining gods noticed the pony and dragon in the room.

"My, my, you two look like you had fun last night. Let me guess, Night Moves minus the summer time?"

Spike and Scootaloo both turned a bright shade of red.

"Please sit, young ones. Tell us did we do well in making sure that merry making was had at the adolescent ball?"

The pair nodded awkwardly before each being offered a seat by one of the many palace servants that catered the dining table.

Once the initial weirdness passed they ate their breakfast of muffins, gems, and waffles all while having polite conversation with the three immortal beings.

Just as they were about to leave the table to enjoy the rest of their day, the solar princess caught their attention.

"Oh and Spike, I took the liberties of arranging travel arrangements for the two of you back Ponyville via my private car."

"Uh, thanks princess." Both wondering how Celestia knew what they were planning to do later that day, but the two just shrugged it off as Spike with his arm dragged over Scootaloo's shoulder as they left the castle and made their way through the market district of downtown Canterlot.

They could have just discarded their torn and mangled clothing as ponies and dragons didn't wear clothes normally anyway. And while this was usually the case in Ponyville, Canterlot residents tended to wear some type of garment.

It was with this mindset that the interspecies couple entered the closest thing Canterlot had to a generic retail clothing outlet.

"We don't serve your kind here!"

Scootaloo was the first to be offended by that statement and was about to beat the store clerk into paste as she was held in place by her partner. "What's wrong with dragons?!"

"Dragons? This has nothing to do with dragons. We don't serve the homeless."

"We're not hobos, here's my card."

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. "You're not pulling that dragon code thingy out again?"

"My Drag..." Spike looked slightly confused before he remembered that silly code card he used to whip out at a moment’s notice. ”No, no *shakes head* this is my debit card."

The Drake turned to the retail associate, "we got into a slight altercation that may or may not have involved a hedge maze, fire and firm yet gentle claws." Spike whispered that last part as he winked suggestively to his mare causing her to blush a deep shade of crimson.

Being oblivious and to too tired to notice what was happening between the dragon and the pegasus. "My apologies, my name is Hard Time, feel free to look around and if you need as help please hesitate to ask."

It wasn't too much later that Spike and Scootaloo left the store, but not before making Hard Time's day a little bit miserable as Spike had cut the price tags off of most of the shirts in the male section.

They went through the rest of the day visiting the sites and in general acting like any other young couple as they continued their trek through the city.

They finished their day by going to the Wax Works wax museum, which was the crappiest wax museum in all of Equestria. Why? Because why waste bits to gush over accurate and perfect models of celebrities and historical figures when you could look at sculpted monstrosities. Yeah, it was pretty popular with the hipsters, teens and anyone that wanted a good dose of irony and laughter.

"Is that, Star Swirl the Bearded?"

"Looks more like Rowdy Macho Stallion. Ooooh Yeeeeaaah." Spike's pretty spot on impression earned him a giggle from the orange mare.

"What about this one?"

"I think it's a purple hoofball with green bottle caps super glued to it."

Scootaloo had got around to reading the label attached to the wax figure and found it very difficult to compose herself. "Um...*snicker* you might wanna read the description..."

"This yadda, yadda, yadda, Spite: pet to the elements of harmony!"

"Pfft...It gets even better..."

"He is fueled by jelly beans. Yes, his favorite food is jelly beans. Twilight saved the Crystal Empire by throwing him into the jaws of the black pony shark monster named Sombrero."

At this point spike was positively fuming because while he was raised by ponies, he was still a dragon and dragons naturally are very prideful creatures. The only thing that kept him from turning the museum into sea of melted paraffin was calming himself down and hatching an idea so clever that it should have been done in the Cutie Mark Crusader former clubhouse.

With that in mind he and the still giggling mare went to the models of the Canterlot royal family.

"Hey wanna see something truly funny?" He gave a brief pause for his rhetorical question. "Watch this."

Blowing fire onto his claws he, super heated this till they were red hot and began to press his digits into the face and backside of the wax dummy.

"I present Prince Blue Blood in all his glory." Scootaloo and several of the other patrons erupted into a choir of heavenly laughter as Spike's handy work had sliced and attached the muzzle eyes and ears of Canterlot's biggest douche bag to his flank.

Yeah, the two of them were promptly kicked out of the museum.

Deciding that there was much else to do in the capital city, the pair concluded their date with a trip to the train station. Their reservations had been for Celestia's seldomly used private car. Which was the most awesome car ever, complete with mini-fridge, churo dispenser, queen sized bed and pinball machines. Sadly, the exhausted drake and mare would get a chance to use any of those things, because once on-board they promptly passed out.

Yeah, four hours of sleep in almost fourty-eight hours will do that to you.

After the Prom: Applebloom and Truffles

Canterlot Castle Infirmary shortly after the senior prom.

Truffles slowly woke up from his white linen prison of tangled bed sheets and was instantly assaulted by the bright fluorescent bulbs of the room. After closing his eyes and trying take-two, he found that he was in a very nice hospital bed and in a chair next to him was the welcoming sight of the mare he loved: Applebloom.

"Wha...what happened?"

"Y'all passed out as soon as I mentioned our foal."

The hamster that represented the culinary colt's thought process began to slowly move as two thoughts formed in his mind. 'I love Applebloom and her brother is gonna kill me.'

She noticed that her boyfriend seemed deep in thought which caused the yellow pony to feel a little anxious. "Truffles?"

"My lovely apple blossom, you know I love you, but..." Truffle spoke his words with love and sincerity behind them, yet that 'but' caused the mare feel uneasy as if that would follow would be the worst thing imaginable. "... Your brother is gonna skin me alive."

Applebloom let out a small sigh of relief. 'At least, he still loves me.' Taking a deep breath, she chose her next words carefully in hopes that they would alleviate some of her stallion's fears. "Mac ain't the type to lose his top all willy nelly like, I'm sure he'll handle all this like an adult."

"O-okay."

Meanwhile in Ponyville

Big Macintosh was snorting plumes of smoke as he was angrily sharpened a 13 inch (32.5 cm) bowie knife. The thing is while taking out the trash shortly after the gang of teenagers left for their prom, the bag broke and its contents ended up spilling out all over the porch and one item that caught his eye was a over the counter pregnancy test. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on and at that moment you could've sworn the red stallion's coat turned three shades darker.

Just like Donut Joe had done in the library with Twilight, Zecora began her plan to calm her special somepony down. Only instead of rubbing, she would tranq her stallion and run him into the ground.

"Rest Well, my Big Mac for this powder will cause you to not attack."

"Eeh?" The red earth pony only caught part of what his mare said as she blew a grainy substance into his face.

*THUD* *CLANG*

Both the stallion and knife hit the floor at the same time. Zecora then picked up the weapon and placed it the abyss aka behind the living room sofa as Macintosh lay on the kitchen floor snoring gently as his mind went to a land of dolls, tea parties and apples.

Switching back to the Canterot infirmary

"Yer gonna be fine, ain't like he's gonna kill ya if I'm there hon."

Needless to say, despite all Applebloom's words, the slate grey young stallion still had his doubts. He did the only logical step he could think of and no it didn't involve talking about his problems and fears like a reasonable adult or skipping town and changing his name to Alfonzo. No, instead he hit the nurse call button.

"Hey, can you get me a royal guard?" The nurse looked absolutely bewildered by her patient's requests. "I just need to ask one tiny question."

After a few minutes and a trip to the royal guard rec. room the nurse reappeared with a member of the night guard.

"You needed something, squirt."

"Yeah, you wouldn't happen to know if there's a sporting good or an army surplus store anywhere in Canterlot would you?"

"Yeah, there's one. It's Kablooie's Combat Zone."

One trip and a thousand bits credited to Truffle's credit card later, the paranoid young stallion was convered from head to hooves in Kevlar.

Applebloom was didn't much care for her boyfriend's behavior and being an Apple expressed these opinions rather bluntly. "Why you actin' all cray-cray?"

"You know I love you and our foal, but I would very much like to be in one piece for when he or she is born. Please indulge me my dear."

The two immediately left Canterlot via the most common method as the carriage highway was still under construction.

Fifteen hours later they were back in Ponyville.

The pair eventually made their way to Sweet Apple Acres and Truffles prepared himself for the worst as Applebloom fished her keys from her purse and as soon as she opened the door the massive form of Macintosh Apple appeared before them.

"Yer marryin' her." Mac pulled out a sawed off shotgun from under his chair and pointed it point blank at the grey colt's head. This promptly caused him to piss himself and faint once again in fear.

As familiar as the smell of fresh cut grass, the sight of blue skies and the taste of warm baked pies, Truffles found himself waking up in a hospital bed surrounded by several faces he knew all to well.

"I just had the craziest dream..." He turned to face his girlfriend. "...and you were there." He smiled warmly, but looking at his other guests. "So were you Spike and Scootaloo and you too Sweetie and Feather. I dreamt we all went to prom and Applebloom said she was expecting and..." Just as he was about to finish that line, a tall red stallion appeared from the shadows of the corner of the room. "BIG MACINTOSH! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!"

"Ah'm not gonna kill ya, they wouldn't let me bring mah gun into the hospital anyway." Big Mac let out a sinister sounding chuckle. "Ah had a bit of time to cool down...Ah'm calm..." He took a deep breath. "Me and yer pa had a nice chat 'while ya were sleepin' --"

Mac was interrupted by Scootaloo. "More like they got into a massive street fight in front of your house and your dad kicked his flank. It was sooo awesome!"

"As Ah was sayin' we talked and the two of us went ahead and made the necessary arrangements."

As if on cue Horte Cuisine trotted into the already stuffed room with a huge smile plastered on his face. "My little Truffle's is going give to me my first grandchild, this is a wondrous thing."

Inside his mind things were moving way too fast and just before he was about to lose it, his eyes fell upon Applebloom who mouthed out 'I love you' and at the moment all his worries practically disappeared as he thought about his mare and the life they would bring into the world.

Story Art

Just a couple pieces of fan art while I continue working on the other chapters and my other fics... enjoy.

Yeah, a few were curious about that scene from the last chapter between Mac and Horte Cuisine, so I took that and mixed it with a little SF4

Cam, Drive and Gizmo

Spike and the CMC

Truffles

After the Prom: Snips and Snails

Snips and Snails

The two best friends aimlessly walked down the streets of Canterlot in their tattered suits with no idea of how to get home as they didn't a single bit on them. It was only dumb luck that Latte having had collapsed in laughter last night gave them their meals for free.

Snips and Snails didn't let their situation get them down, after all things usually worked out for the two unicorns.

"Not the first time we've had a string of bad luck."

"Nope and look at this way, it can only get better from here." Snails replied with an odd sense of certainty as he gestured with his fore hooves in the air.

Little did the pair know that Karma tends to give as much as it takes and for the rotten string of bad luck they have received these last few years was about to be paid back in full.

It at that very moment that the universe began to right itself and out of the blue as if from some sort of cosmic Rube Goldberg machine two other unicorns' lives were about to change.

Meanwhile at The Circle C convenience store two scraggly looking disheveled con ponies formally known as The Fantastic Flim Flam brothers were grabbing a few things and by grabbing, I mean blatant shoplifting. Anyway, just as they were about to leave the store, Flim got a hair up his ass to buy a scratch off lottery ticket.

"Really, brother?"

"I got a feeling about this, besides when have I ever been wrong?" Fllim could see that his twin was about to object. "Don't answer that."

Levitating a bit from his saddle bag the elder brother bought his ticket and on his way through the parking lot he scratched the card off with his horn and gave it a quick look over.

"Hmmm... three apples to win the jackpot... let's see...." As he examined the card, Flam out of morbid curiosity looked over his brother's shoulder to see the results. Their eyes widened as on that card were three apples annotating that they had just won a metric shit ton of bits.

"Holy mother of Discord we just w--" Their celebration was short lived as at that very moment one of those new motorized carriages sped into the parking lot, side swiped the two of them the resulting draft carried their ticket away into the sky. No, they didn't die, they just got severely injured and would later go on a quest to right the wrongs they have committed throughout the course of their lives, but this isn't about them or a blatant rip off of a moderately successful sitcom.

Back to Snips and Snails' moment of retrospection

"...it can only get better from here."

No sooner had the gastropod marked young stallion uttered those words did a small card nail him square in the face.

"You okay, buddy?" Snips called out in concern for his best friend.

"Yeah, I'm fine... hey look a scratch off."

The stocky blue unicorn picked up the card from the ground and gave it a once over and again to make sure that he wasn't seeing things.

"Uh...ubbba, ubba...ehhh........." Snips' mind was trying desperately to reboot itself as a now very worried Snails' picked up the card and his own mind became stuck on repeat.

They were so distracted by this the current turn of events, that they didn't even notice the precarious situation happening above their heads.

At this moment fate decided to kick it up a notch as a shriek of terror was heard from just above their heads. Snails was soon met with a large weight that had descended upon his back which caused the lanky unicorn to barrel into Snips as they both fell to the ground.

"Umf." The two of them muttered in unison as they tried to get their bearings over what had just occurred not a few seconds ago.

Once the dust from the cobble stones had cleared the two friends were met with the sight of a blue, white and pink maned foal.

A couple of seconds later, a rather tall terrified unicorn mare appeared before the two colts.

"Oh, thank goodness! My baby's okay!" She shouted as she grasped the foal in her magic and nuzzled it. The mother and her filly were soon met by an equally worried looking monocle wearing stallion.

After their rejoicing the couple looked down at the two ponies that had inadvertently saved their child and promptly brought the pair in for an almost bone crushing hug.

"Thank you very much!" The presumably husband and wife shouted in unison as they continued their glomp assault.

"You're...wel..come..."

"Can't.....breath....air..." Snips’ face at this point as had turned a blueberry blue while his companion turned an odd shade of green from the lack of oxygen to their lungs.

Noticing that their saviors needed to live, the rich Canterlot super couple relinquished the two unicorns, dusted them off and let an uneasy sounding laugh in embarrassment. It didn't help their cause when a large crowd had formed to see what all the commotion was about as well as several photographers and one slightly overbearing police officer came into the mix.

During a few investigative questions, it was revealed that the pair: Fleur de Lis and Fancy Pants didn't get a chance to foal proof their new downtown home and said foal using that residual magic that all unicorn foals have, teleported on to the outside ledge.

Once the officer got enough for his report, the paparazzi got their fill of pictures and the crowd consisting mostly of the Canterlot Elite had voiced their disingenuous concerns for the foal and gratitude to the two young stallions, the five unicorns were left to themselves.

"Again, I and my wife thank you both from the bottom of hearts."

"Just happy to help."

"Yeah, uh what Snips said."

"Nonsense, we simply must do everything in our power to repay you."

To be honest ol' Snips and Snails were still bewildered over the events that had transpired within the last forty minutes of their lives. It was like going from starving to having a grand banquet in the blink of an eye. Part of them just assumed that they had just slipped and fallen at the diner and were sharing a joint hallucination, but brushed that thought aside remembering the pain of nailing the sidewalk.

"No really, it's fine."

"You just have to be thanked properly." Fleur implored them, because if there was one thing that she and her husband took seriously besides their marriage and their children, it would be their love for their fellow sentient creature. "Oh, I know! How about you two join our family for a pleasure cruise on our private airship? It truly is magnificent weather for balloon travel."

Their ears perked up at that suggestion as the friends hadn't eaten anything since after the prom and how often do you get invited to join one of the of most beloved families in all of Equestria for a awesome vacation?

After some false whispering in an attempt to play it cool the two teenagers turned their attention to the two ponies in front of them.

"We will accept your offer."

The rest of the day/week was truly everything that Fleur and Fancy had promised them as the airship traveled the air: beautiful scenery, decadent food, wonderful company and a destination to the Bahaymane Islands. It also didn't hurt that the two teens would be old enough to cash in their ticket in a few months.

After the Prom: Cam, Drive and Rumble and Rumble's Family go out for Breakfast

Just as Thunderlane had offered Rumble along with Cam and Drive had agreed to join the older stallion for breakfast, but it wasn't just the four of them that would be going out to eat. You see, Thunderlane never found a special somepony instead he found three special someponies in the form of Derpy Hooves, Cloud Chaser and her twin sister Flitter.

"So...these are Cam and Drive and --"

"Ooh, how'd you meet? Was it at the prom? What happened to Archer?" Flitter interrupted the teenaged colt with a volley of questions, the same questions that he would have answered anyway.

"Well, there I was standing at the front pavilion area where I told Archer we'd meet up to enter together and wouldn't you know it, she shows up, but get this, this is the kicker..."

[Rumble's Flashback]

Archer and I promised that we'd meet up under the large canvas pavilion before entering the dance. Not going there together should have been a dead give away to me that something wasn't kosher, but I ignored my gut feelings in favor of hopes that my "long time" fillyfriend would be there and we'd have an awesome time with each other.

Only, things didn't go smoothly instead they crashed and burned as Archer shows up hoof in hoof with Lickety Split, I mean what the f**k.

"Heeey, Rumble thanks for payin' for my ticket and this dress, I'm sure it'll look good on Lickety's bedroom floor." The skank mare had to nerve to f**kin' wink at me and --

"Hey Rumb could you cut back on the language, there are families here." Cloud Chaser scolded the stallion.

"Anyway, like I was saying."

There stood Lickety who I always thought had too much syrup in his sundae. "I'm stealin' yer girl and oh ice cream pun, ice cream pun, ice cream pun."

To say I was pissed would've been an understatement. I should've been an adult just left without makin' a scene but because I was angry and because I'm the future lightweight champion of Equestria! I took out all my frustrations out on the nearest hedge sculpture and beat until it was paper. It took a few guards to pull me off the plant. I totally kicked its ass by the way.

After a "timeout" session that lasted about twenty minutes. They technically put me in a quiet room filled with light almost elevator music to calm me down, after I stopped fuming, I was free to go back to the dance.

This is where the next part gets a little sketchy. i was still really bummed out from earlier, I met a few griffins at the dance who were trying to spike the punch, but just as they were about to drop the booze in the juice a chaperone walked by and they threw the flask under that table.

Feeling the perfect mixture of bitter, angry and depressed, I picked up the flask, started to drink and began to support the back wall. It wasn't soon after that, that I met these two fillies.

[End Flashback]

The light grey colt nuzzled each of his mares respectively.

Just as Rumble was about to speak he was interrupted once again, this time by his companions.

"Emotion: content. We obtained our Rumble pack after our father applied these two substandard colts to us for our prom date objective."

"Emotion: Annoyed. They wouldn't stop falling over themselves and recalling inadequate magicians with delusions of grandeur."

"Emotion: Pleased. After speaking with him for a period of time and going through a series of compatibility questions, we deemed that Rumble is the service patch we needed for the event to be a success."Cam wrapped her hooves around her shared stallion. "Not to mention, he was pretty good at cramming his RJ45 cable into our Ethernet ports."

Rumble responded to that the only way he could, he choked on the water he had been drinking, because for some reason, the service was extremely slow as it tends to be at large franchise restaurants in the early morning and after twenty or so minutes no pony ever came to take their orders, but I digress.

This whole situation brought out several responses from the ponies at the table. Rumble who was embarrassed turned a deep shade of red. Thunderlane had a look of admiration for the little brother he had raised. Cam and Drive were confused because they had never really learned about discretion. Derpy didn't get the innuendo. Last there was Flitter and Cloud Chaser who both found the entire situation hilarious.

Trying to be the slightly responsible pony there, Thunderlane tried to defuse the situation by asking a question that had been on everyponies mind for a while now. "Where in the name of Celestia is our server?"

Speak of the devil as a much worn out looking waitress appeared before their table. "Sorry about the wait, most of my staff called in today. I'm College Career and I'll be your server today. Are you all ready to order?"

"I want a western omelet with a side of hash browns."

"Toast or pancakes?"

"Pancakes."

The server then motioned to Derpy to place her order. "What about you miss?"

"I want two multigrain muffins with some hay bacon."

"And You, Sir?"

"I want...hmm...I'll take a Breakfast Hodgepodge."

"Toast, bagel or pancakes?"

"White toast, dry."

"How do you want your eggs?"

"Scrabbled."

"When you bring it out, can you bring a bottle of hot sauce?" Rumble asked earning a slight nod for the pony in front of their table.

"What can I get you today?" College said focusing on Cloud Chaser.

"I'll have the low calorie heart healthy multigrain banana nut waffles."

Just before the bioorganic twins were about to respond to the waitress, Flitter brought her attention to them. "Ooh, before I shoulda asked, can you girls eat pony food? Or does it have to be something specific like RoboColt with the foal food?"

"Emotion: passive. Standard nourishment fuels our fusion reactor, that and we really enjoy the taste of glucose infused products."

"Emotion: Giddy. I really enjoy the really thin pancakes with fruit filling."

"Crepes."

"Emotion: false anger. Really thin pancakes."

"Huh?"

"That was a joke. Reference to Haytona Evenings: The Story of Hillbilly Racer."

"Oooh, I get it, Ha ha ha." Flitter tried to salvage the comedy with some forced laughter.

Cam raised her brow at this display. "Emotion: sincerity and concern. Please, the joke was no longer functional once I explained it. The failure is on me as my vocal limitations prevent emotion or humorous connotation."

That's where things began to get really awkward and if there was one pony carbon or silicon based that couldn't handle awkward silences it was Thunderlane. Therefore, he did the only thing he could do to defuse the situation. "Okay, um who wants Prench toast!? For the love of everything holy get us some Prench toast!!!" The dark grey stallion grabbed the nearby waitress and he pleaded for her to bring them some batter dipped cinnamon infused bread, while his lead mare in the form of one Cloudchaser trying to stop him, while College Career galloped off to fill their orders.

As his brother began to make a fool of himself in a public setting once again, Rumble turned to his favorite sister-in-law: Derpy. "How have been things at the post office?"

"Okay for the most part, except the other day when this one pony, I think it was Screwball, yeah, I'm sure it was Screwball, so anyway she tried to return some bubble wrap, only she didn't have the bubble wrap with her. I mean who does that?"

"So what happened after that?"

"She got upset at first til I told her there was a sale on shiny things at Barnyard Bargains and like that..." Derpy gestured a quick swishing motion with her hooves. "...she was gone."
Rumble only responded with a light chuckle.

"Funny thing, it happens more often than you'd think. I don't know if it's something in the water or..." Derpy glanced over to Thunderlane who thanks to Cloud Chaser eventually started to calm down from his more recent episode and take his meds. "...some ponies are just cray-cray."

"Sorry 'bout that. I'm calm, I'm good, and I'm fine." Thunderlane slouched into the chair looking a bit more relaxed as Cloud Chaser rubbed his back in a reassuring manner.

The rest of breakfast went off without a hitch. As the group continued to make small talk and eat. After they paid their bill and left a sizable tip for College Career mostly because of what Thunderlane had done, the group dispersed with Thunderlane, Cloud Chaser, Derpy and Flitter heading to Pottery and Linens to pick up some new comforters whereas Rumble went off with his girlfriends.
The ash colored pegasus still felt a tinge of embarrassment about the whole situation. "Listen girls, I wanna apologize for breakfast."

"Emotion: amusement. We rather enjoyed ourselves, but if you feel you need to pay penance then you can do so by walking us home."

"I was gonna do that anyway." He said with a smirk as he draped a wing over each mare and trotted through Ponyville towards the laboratory that Cam and Drive called home.

After the Prom: Sweetie Belle and Feather Weight

Out of all their friends, the unicorn and pegasus couple were the only ones that managed to make it back to sky-limo that night and end up back to Ponyville.

With time to kill and a hunger that could not be satiated, Feather Weight and Sweetie Belle went to the only place open ultra late at night: Donut Joe's. That's really all that happened unless you count Feather Weight's cousin going insane on another steroid fueled rampage that ended with him trying to eat the shingles of Sugar Cube Corner before he was tranquilized by the police.

Soon after a few plates of pancakes and some relatively vanilla conversation, they paid their bill and trotted towards Sweetie Belle's parents’ house.

"I had wonderful time tonight Feather."

"Same here, shame that we lost everyone."

"I'm sure they're fine." The white filly pecked the lanky colt on the lips before she trotted into her home.

What? Some couples are just that bland. It was this extreme blandness that would cause a certain god of chaos and pink alicorn of romance to team up to spice things up the following week in the form of an old flame which took the form of a video game obsessed young stallion.

As I said, it would cause a god of chaos and a demi-goddess of romance to team up.

Back at Canterlot Castle

It's no secret that chaos controls many things: life, death, wealth, poverty and even...love.

So, naturally when Discord was once again freed from his stone prison albeit this time permanently he would eventually meet a pony that he had a very special connection to and by connection we are talking about a direct descendent. It would be later revealed to a shocked Shining Armor that his wife Princess Mi Amore Cadenza or just Candance was in fact the great, great, great, great, etcetera grand daughter of the god of chaos.

Being a demi-goddess of love, Candance was rather accepting of the whole situation.

Cut to the present and the two of them were doing what they did best... chaos. Discord had promised to attempt to use his abilities for good, so he was setting forth the chain of events that would reward the downtrodden and punish the wicked and in Canterlot it wasn't hard to find the latter of the two.

Candance was visiting from the Crystal Empire while Shining watched over the kingdom and studied in an attempt to ascend to alicorn status. He could've asked just Discord for wings, but he was too prideful, but that's beside the point. Anyway getting back on track Candance was chilling out with grandpa Discord while the draconequus monitored the creatures that called Equestria home and randomly he caught sight of a unicorn and pegasus couple trotting home together, the mare caught his eye and almost instantaneously he recognized he as one of the fillies that freed him all those years ago.

After a few minutes of watching the couple, he came to one conclusion. "I have never seen a pair so dull in my entirety of existence. It's like watching a painting of grass growing dry."

"I'm sure they aren't that bad." the pink alicorn smirked and that smirk quickly faded as she too watched the seemingly happy couple exchange vanilla forms of affection. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore and her once gleaming smile was replaced with disappointed frown and a frustrated sigh. 'They're teenagers for Auntie's sake; they should be stupid and reckless.'

"They can't be like this all the time, right?" Candance had to know, love should be passion, the plain stuff can wait for when you get old.

Discord teleported Candance and himself to some kind of ethereal plane of existence and summoned a projector and some theater style seating and mass of junk food. It was here that he whipped out a film reel and began to play other moments from the couple's lives. Just as Discord predicted the film began to show events like talking about breakfast cereal, taking spin classes and going on a trip to Escalator Land. "Yep, looks that way."

"As the princess of love, I can't stand for it. Love should be passion, it should be hot and ...intense, it SHOULD A MOLTEN MAGMA OF...OF..." Candance found herself descending into the madness of love's partner in crime lust, after calming down a bit the alicorn blushed in embarrassment.

"Well, I have an idea! Cad--" Discord was about to explain his plan to his grandchild when she teleported out of the room,

Five minutes later, the princess teleported back into the room albeit this time with a disheveled mane and sporting the biggest blush she had ever worn in her life. "Um... you were saying?"

Discord had been gone was playing a game of poker with himself and four magically created clones, when Candance reappeared and as she did so, he looked down at Candance and snapped his game out of existence. "My plan was to just add a touch of excitement to their boring dull as dirt lives."

It was at this moment that the god chaos detailed his idea to bring a familiar face back to Ponyville. Worse case scenario it would pump some much needed excitement into the town.

Meanwhile Back in the Crystal Empire Public Library, Shining Armor was confused, sticky, dirty, sweaty and his research papers were scattered all over the floor. "Did I just get laid?"

10 Years Later: Spike and Scootaloo

[5 Years After Prom]

♫♪
….You can concern yourself with bigger things
You catch a pearl and ride the dragon's wings
'Cause it's the heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
The heat of the moment showed in your eyes...
♫♪

Asia’s Heat of The Moment blasted through the airwaves as a twenty something dragon rocketed through the street of downtown Horseshoe Bay on a rapidly disintegrating moped. It was race in which there were no silver medals for second place. What was the prize for such a perilous journey? Saving his Scootaloo from her bro-douche teammate.

As Spike made his way into the home stretch, feet blistered, dress-shirt tattered and scales chipped, scratched and broken, he began to reflect on what events transpired to bring him at the moment in time.

[Two Days Ago]

It had already been a stressful week as finals were taking place at The Canterlot College for the Performing Arts and Spike was running himself into the ground working on his term paper, the very same paper separating him from his degree.

‘This one last paper separates me from my degree. As soon as I ge--’ The dragon’s thoughts were interrupted by his roommate flipping through channel on the TV they shared.

Yeah, Spike happened to share his dorm with a rather large Diamond Dog named Chuggs.

"Bro, your girlfriend is on TV."

Sure enough on screen was the orange pegasus of his affliction standing next to a half pipe at the Horseshoe Bay Radical Games with a reporter in front of her and another pony on her other side.

There was nothing out of the ordinary, but to the sleep-deprived dragon the simple act of her teammate placing a hoof over her shoulder and congratulating her set his mind into a million worse case scenarios.

The skateboarding stallion whom Spike didn’t know the name of, so he gave him the temporary name: Todd for the time being. “Hey Scootaloo, I gotta new tribal tattoo. Wanna see it?”

The sweet innocent naive version of his girlfriend looked at her fellow competitor. “I don’t see a tattoo.”

“Well, how about we head over to my hotel room, so I can show it to you.” He said moving his brow suggestively.

Flashing forward a few scenes to just outside of Todd’s room.

“It even grows, see?”

“Wow! It’s so much bigger than my boyfriend’s.”

“Let’s see if I can’t do a McTwist off a barrel roll into a tail grab, baby.”

“Oooh…...”

…

It only got worse for spike as he let his thoughts stew and all these twisted delusions were made worse partially thanks to the young drake’s fatigued burnt out mind.

“That sneaky bastard!”

“Bro….man, you might wanna tone it down a notch.” Chugs tried his best to calm his roommate down.

All Spike heard was so far gone, all he heard was, ‘Dude, you should totally go down there and beat his ass with a two by four.’

“You’re absolutely right, but where am I gonna find a hardware store open at this time at night?”

“Alright, I know where this is going might as well enjoy the trip.” The diamond dog sighed and knew he had just taken the ticket, so he might as well ride the ride. As for why he was even going along with his roommate’s quest, Chugs was a lot of things but stupid wasn’t one of them, he knew better than to question a delusional dragon.

Meanwhile, Spike grabbed as many things as he could shove into a duffel bag all the while not entirely sure what he was grabbing.

When all was said and done there was a nonchalant diamond dog and dragon armed to the teeth with office supplies and sheet music.

All this rushed insanity was only small part of a larger question. How were they gonna get to Colitfornia from Canterlot?

By stealing an auto-carriage at eleven o’clock at night and they would’ve been on their way had it not been for one teeny tiny problem. They just happened to back up and nail Spike’s music professor: Eighth Note with it.

“Crap!”

“Dude, we can’t just leave him, here!”

It took Spike a bit of time to dwell on that statement on one claw he could get an “A” on his final because the professor bought the farm, but on the other claw vehicular mane-slaughter (A/n: I hate the horse pun so much) was wrong.

“I guess we could take him with us, plus he can’t fail me for turning in the paper late if he’s here and not on campus.”

[A few Hours Later at a Las Pegasus Hospital]

In a sterile room that reeked of disinfectant a lone college professor woke up.

“Ughhhh….what happened? It feels like I just got hit by a bus.”

“It seemed like you were hit by a carriage sir.” A voice came from the side of the stallion. “It was a good thing two kind samaritans brought you here.”

As the college professor sat up and opened his eyes he saw a nurse standing to his left holding a clipboard giving him a gentle smile.

“Where exactly am I?”

“Why you’re in good hooves of Goodsprings General Medical just outside of Las Pegasus. Yessiree, there's no finer hospital in Equestria. Why y---”

“Wait did you just say, Las Pegasus?”

“Ummm, why we even have a full casino downstairs complete with keno and video-slots!” The cheerful diabetes-inducing nurse explained with a grandiose hoof gesture.

His mind tried to process what was going on and more importantly, why he was hundreds of miles from Canterlot. “Las Pegasus….I’m in Las Pegasus. WHAT THE FU---”

Back to the Dragon and the bipedal Rottweiler, the two of them had somehow made it across the Equestria in a little over two days. Along their way they had been seen more of the Equestrian Badlands they ever wanted to see complete with desert hill dwelling mutants and the surprisingly pleasant thestral county.

“Hey bro, I’m gonna go stop for some gas and get directions. Chill, Okay.” Chuggs looked at Spike warily as all he could hear was muttering and broken sentence fragments as the overgrown lizard began to shake.

Spike’s mind was still going over twisted fantasies of his mare and her teammate who he still didn’t know the name of going at it like rabbits.

One such vision had Scootaloo laying on a bed and throwing gems carelessly as the douche bag made out with her while a midget version of Sombra rode a tricycle before the extreme athlete made out with Twilight dressed as Masked Matter-Horn invading his Happy Place.

“GAH!!!”

Spike couldn’t take it anymore, he jumped out of the carriage and made his way across the street and found a pizza delivery driver’s moped and took off.

“Hey!!!”

“I’m just borrowing it! I’ll give it back unless I forget then I’m sorry!” The drake yelled back to the miffed pizza guy.

At that very moment, Chuggs walked of the gas station convenience store. “Hey Spike, they got beef jer...” He looked to see his friend take off on a motorized scooter while a pony stood there yelling at him. “...ky.”

Back to the present, Spike roared down the steep hills of the city of Horseshoe Bay on what was little more than a mangled scooter with only one wheel intact and the other wheel now long gone just a sparking truck in its place.

It didn't matter because Spike made his way into the building via crashing the front gate and ignoring every security guard at the after party.

“Mother f--” The dragon went to town on the skateboard punk. “You thought you could get away with, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?!”

Spike rammed his fist of righteous indignation into the stallion’s sides as if they were battering rams of scales and muscles.

“Oof!”

The crowd watched in awe as the disheveled and most likely delusional drake wailed on his unprepared and unsuspecting opponent.

“Argghhh….I confess I stole the bits at the charity auction, please for the love of Celestia stop hitting me!”

All the half crazed dragon heard was “I’m sorry, please beat me some more for I was gonna hook up with that piece of handicapped pegasus over there and never call her again, so I deserve every ounce of pain you can give me.”

“...Totally heinous man… Bro ...c-completely unradical….” Those were the last words uttered by the professional skateboarder before he lost consciousness.

In the end it took fifteen cops to pull the dragon off of the athlete. Spike would’ve gone to jail for aggravated assault had it not been thanks to his ties to the princesses and it being finals week.

As he left the station, he was greeted by the sight of his mare and his roommate.

“I messed up bad, didn’t I?”

“You stole a moped, crashed the after party then attacked Free Rider...” The orange pegasus said flatly. “...and it was AWESOME!!!”

“You’re not mad?”

“I’m absolutely vivid, but your heart was in the right place and every reporter within a five miles radius is trying to get an interview with me.” Scootaloo pulled out a copy of the evening paper whose front page had a picture of disheveled Spike beating the stuffing out of a skateboarder as the cops and security tried to break up the carnage.

“So what now?”

“Chuggs is going back to Canterlot to drop off your paper.” She waved a hoof at the Diamond Dog in the car parked across the street to take off. “As for us, we are gonna have a nice little chat about all of this.”

That night Spike told her everything, from his fears and jealousy that his sleep deprived mind created and how they haven’t seen much of each over the past year.

“So when it comes down to it, I miss you. I miss the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing, hanging out, talking, causing property damage and getting in trouble for public indecency. I love you Scoots.”

A small blush came to the pegasus’ face. “Oh...”

“It’s funny because in a few months you would’ve been done with your tour and I wouldn’t been done with school, but when I saw Todd--”

“Free Rider.”

“Whatever, when I saw *Free Rider* and you, I couldn’t stop myself and logic be damned...”

“I’ll be honest, I miss it all too. you and me, Ponyville and our friends, but mostly you.” She learned over across the table and gave the drake a kiss on the snout which gave way to the always predictable plume of smoke that never ceased to get an out of character giggle from her.

“It wasn’t long after that I graduated college and made another albeit less insane road trip to find your mother, It didn’t hurt that the Radical Games Überjolts Tour’s original keyboard player got sick and they needed a replacement. Since then your mother and I have been inseparable.”

The odd part is this spike telling this to his four year son, who doesn't understand most of what he just said.

“That was also how I was arrested for aggravated assault.” Spike explained his tale to a very confused four-year-old kirin.

"Um...I just wanted a juice box."

"Uh..."

"Daddy..what's a hemp?"

"Uhh it's a...you know what champ let's get you a few cookies to go with that juice!"

All of a sudden, a very ornery preggers Scootaloo trotted into the scene.

Spike looking absolutely terrified, did what any great parent would do in the situation. "Say nothing to your mother and we'll go get ice cream."

“Say nothing about what?” The tiny hybrid foal/whelp couldn’t read much less fully process his father’s adventure.

“Exactly, now how about that ice cream?”

“Hun, if you’re getting ice cream, we want ours with pickled jalapenos and hollandaise sauce.” The mare rubbed her bulging belly to drive home the point.

As the dragon and his child walked towards Mr. Freezey’s Fro-Yo Emporium, Spike let out a wistful sigh. “Did I ever tell you about the magical and amazing ice cream land?”

Now that was a story that the small colt could wrap his head around.

Author's Note

Worry about the wait. Thanks to everyone that waited.

Prom Night: Sweetie Belle and Featherweight

Sweetie Belle and Featherweight's Prom

At the same time their dragon and pegasus friend hit the dance floor, Featherweight and Sweetie Belle sat on a bench overlooking the Capricorn River that ran from the ocean to deep within the Everfree forest. As the happy couple gazed upon the starlit sky, the pegasus got an idea.

"Hey, Sweetie I have idea. Let's go flying."

"You know I can't cast the glimmer wing spell..." She gave her date an amused smile, which faded when Feather flew off. She was distraught for a few seconds before her date returned with a cloud.

"...But you can cast the cloud walking spell." The lanky stallion continued where his mare left off.

Covering herself in a green aura, she waited a little bit before hopping on the cloud which the pegasus pushed upwards and onwards to as they enjoyed the most scenic view that anypony would achieve that night as they the moon looked so close they could almost touch it.

"Beautiful."

"Yeah, it makes you wonder if Luna got a view like this every night."

"I wasn't talking about the moon."

Sweetie Belle blushed a deep shade of pink before snuggling into her boyfriend as he wrapped a wing around her back shielding her from the cold air.

They spent the rest of the night up on the cloud, returning to the Gala hall just in time to see who won the prom's popularity contest. Sure, that their two votes wouldn’t change the outcome of anything.

Question

I wrote 3 chapters at one time with 6 in total planned. The issue is, they don't follow Spike, Scootaloo, and their friends, but rather the adult characters such as Twilight and Donut Joe from Something More, Octavia and Vinyl Scratch from Stray Ardor, Fluttershy's side story and Applejack's side story.

They were written because of the numerous request for what said characters are up to in this story.

The question I have is, would you guys be okay with me posting these 3-6 chapters here or would you rather read them as separate stories?

These are the chapter summaries.

Applejack's Vacation: During the 5 years between Stray Ardor and The After Years, after the passing of Granny Smith, AJ goes to her uncle Orange to discuss expanding the Sweet Apple Acres name and when all is said and done Mosely Orange suggest or rather forces his niece to take a vacation.

Donuts with Sparkle Sprinkles: Set directly after the events of Something More, Donut Joe finally works up the courage to ask a certain question, but things don't necessarily go as planned for this baker of fried rings.
*No alicorn Twilight, because This was planned before the 3rd season finale*

Fluttershy's Family Reunion: Shy goes to a family reunion for the most neurotic family in Equestria and as usual every family has at least one black sheep.

Scratched Records: Octavia and Vinyl's relationship hits the breaks... and how will a tennis player and another DJ fill in the cracks?

A Secretary for the Mayor: Equestria's only human: Ron Ryans job becomes more complicated when the Mayor Mare decides to do something that could get her into a lot of trouble.

Sofas and Quills buy Barnyard Bargains: The business world is tough as Filthy Rich finds that his stocks take a considerable hit and being arrogant he figures that no one in town would take advantage of this situation, but Filthy will find out the cost of his poor decisions when Davenport the owner of Sofa's and Quills decides to strike while the iron is hot.

So, let me know if your guys are cool with me posting these chapters here or as separate stories.