Ahoy, Me Hotties! [RGRE]

"Sooooo, Robin, how exactly are you going to become a pirate?"

"Well...I'll be honest Spike. I'm not entirely sure."

Blinking, Spike came to a screeching halt as he stared absolutely dumbfounded at the human who also stopped to adjust the sack on his back. Once that was situated, he turned to smirk at the little dragon and continued.

"Now, I don't have ALL the details together. BUT I do have something, a three-step plan actually."

Intrigued by this, Spike raised a brow.

"O-Oh?" Well, what're the steps?"

Chuckling, Robin leaned back in the back of the wooden wagon they were riding on and began.

"Well, step one is first finding a ship and a crew. Step two is sailing the seas, pillaging and plundering until I make a name for myself or, at the very least, get my face plastered on every bounty board across Equestria. Annnd step three is uh...profit."

After he finished, Robin looked down at his traveling buddy, who in turn looked at him as if he'd grown a second head.

"What. Dude...that's it?"

Robin blinked.

"Well I'm still working it. But yeah, that's the gist of it."

"Well..." Spike looked down for a moment in thought before returning his gaze back at Robin. "I...sigh...I guess it's a start."

Smirking, Robin extended an arm and brought the drake into a close hug.

"That's the spirit, Spike! And don't worry, if push comes to shove. just leave everything to me." He then presented Spike with a clenched fist, quirked brow included. "Pirate pals?"

After a moment of looking between Robin and his awaiting hand, Spike sighed, then smirked, then coolly bumped the fist with his own, repeating Robin's words.

"Heh, yeah. Pirate pals."

"Aww. Isn't that just sweet."

Blinking, Both Spike and Robin turned to regard the the wagon's owner, a mare of coffee-colored mane and light tan coat glancing at them from over her shoulder with a very prominent smile on her snoot. Seeing though that her cover was blown, the mare blushed before uttering the bubbliest of giggles.

"Oops, hehe sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt." She turned back to face the road ahead. "Just couldn't help but overhear you two." She tilted her head. "Pirates, huh? Sounds like fun! A little dangerous for colts though, buuuut who am I to tell you two how to live your lives."

Smiling, Robin raised a brow.

"Oh yeah? Figured you'd be against the idea of two boys braving the world for themselves?"

"Eh. Maybe my mother would've been, but not me! I'm a progressive mare you see. Open-minded and all that. If some colts want to do something marely, I say let them."

Robin smirked.

"Really?" The mare nodded, causing Robin to chuckle. "Well I'll be, thanks miss."

"No problem."

Yawning, Robin looked over to his scaly buddy and as he was about to ponder a question, the lack of consciousness on his friend's end was proof enough that he had already beaten him to the finish line. Chuckling tiredly, Robin then paused as the wagon came to a sudden stop and only upon glancing at his surroundings did he find that they had stopped in a grassy field beside the road. And upon seeing the mare unhitch herself from the wagon and come around the side to the back did things become just a bit more clearer.

"Taking a break?" He asked the pony as he picked his purple friend up and deposited him onto a nearby sack of coffee beans, an alternative to the drake's usual basket bed and a preferred one at that if the content sigh and smile from the dragon was anything to go off of. He then patted the open space beside him.

Smiling at the invitation, the mare happily hopped up onto the wagonbed and sat down.

"Yup. Gotta rest up for the trip ahead."

"Oh?" Robin said, raising a brow. "And how long do you reckon until we reach our destination?"

rubbing her chin with a hoof, she pondered aloud.

"Hmm. With the progress we're making, I'd wager one, no, two days until we hit the sea? That is...as long as we don't pick up any other stallions along the way."

Hearing that, Robin scratched at the back of his head, chuckling nervously all the while.

"Heh. Yeah. I'm still real sorry for that by the way."

The mare raised a brow of her own.

"Oh? You mean jumping out of the bushes and scaring the absolute daylights out of me? Demanding that I give you and your friend a lift or you'd 'rub the absolute shit' out of my belly?"

"Hehah...yeah." Robin nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry."

"Again, it's quite alright." She said, smiling sweetly and innocently before suddenly standing up and redepositing her hindquarters on his lap "Besides..." She said, sounding just a tad less innocent as she then rolled onto her back, hooves tucked, eyes half-lidded, and belly brought bare before Robin's slightly-widened eyes. "Who said I didn't still want a belly rub?"

Blinking, Robin silently stared down at the mare, looking as expectant as she did, and you know what? Who was Robin if not a soon-to-be pirate captain as well as a man of his word? And who could say this also wasn't a warning to prove just that?

Yeah. That sounds about right.

And so with that being enough of a believable excu-ahem, substantially concrete reasoning, Robin slyly smirked as he raised an arm, hand looming menacingly over the mare's bare barrel for a moment before suddenly descending the next.

The moan to follow woke Spike up.