The Amazing Adventures of Spike Drake: Dragonfire Hero

Spike breathed a sigh of relief as he finally arrived to his first class, Calculus, tired but triumphant. After a moment of composing himself, Spike took a seat at his desk in the far back, close to a window. Seeing how there’s still some time to kill before class starts, Spike took out a book from his backpack and read.

While Spike was doing this, he suddenly saw Fluttershy entering the room.

The girl timidly made her way to her desk, which was in the back, but a few desks away to the right from Spike’s. While Fluttershy made her way to the desk, the boys in class were all gawking at her grace and beauty. However, this only made the girl even more nervous, before she saw Spike reading a book.

“SPIKE!!” Fluttershy cried happily, jumping from her seat to his.

“What the-“ Spike exclaimed, as he suddenly found himself embraced by the formerly shy girl, and felt her big soft breasts press up against his face.

“I can’t believe it’s you!” Fluttershy exclaimed happily. “I’m so happy that we’re in the same class!!”

Spike blushed a bright color of red, considering how close Fluttershy was holding him towards her soft bosom. Not to mention the many glances he was receiving from his fellow classmates.

“I didn’t know you were in this class,” Spike said.

At last, the class’s teacher arrived. The teacher was a tall woman with freckles on her face, beautiful grayish harlequin eyes, with a long moderate cerise hair with lighter cerise strips that is curled at the top and bottom. For attire, the teacher wore a white dress shirt, a brown vest with yellow trimmings over, a small jade pendant, a long green skirt decorated with yellow and green flowers, and brown boots with green laces.

Seeing the teacher in class, Spike quickly put his book away after Fluttershy broke her hug and walked back over to her desk and sat down, as the teacher spoke, “Good morning, class.”

“Good morning, Mrs. Cheerilee,” the students greeted.

“Now, before we begin our lesson, does anyone have any questions?” Cheerilee looked to see none of the students were raising hands before she continued, "Now, why don’t we start off with some with some advanced algebra, shall we?” She then wrote the problems on the chalkboard.

“Now, who’d like to come up and solve the equations?” Cheerilee asked.

“I’d like to, if you don’t mind,” Fluttershy nervously said.

“It’s fine with me, Ms. Shy,” Cheerilee said.

Fluttershy then walked over to the chalkboard and then took her time and wrote the answers to all the equations on the board. When she was finished, Ms. Cheerilee was shocked, and the whole class.

“Whoa…” Spike said.

“Good work, Ms. Shy. You may go back to your desk,” Ms. Cheerilee said, and as Fluttershy sat down, she passed around some worksheets for the students to work on.

After their equation warmup, the class was in session. However, while Spike was busy taking notes, he couldn’t help but feel as if Fluttershy is staring at him. He didn’t expect her to be in the same class with him.

‘I never even knew Fluttershy was so good at math,’ he thought to himself.

Fluttershy in the meantime, confirmed Spike’s suspicion. While she was busy writing some notes down, she did, on some occasions, stole a glance at Spike, thinking, ‘I can’t believe we’re in the same class. He may have been through a lot, but he’s still so cute.’

After awhile, class came to an end. All of the students were quickly packing their stuff up and were on their way for their next classes. Spike was the last to leave the room, along with Fluttershy. Just as Spike was about to exit the room, Fluttershy stopped him.

“Spike?” Fluttershy called.

“Um, yes.... Fluttershy?” Spike replied, hesitantly. “Did you need something?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Fluttershy replied with a nod. Hesitant at first, she asked, “What class do you have next? Um, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“I just have Chemistry next class,” The boy shrugged. “It’s not good or anything, but....”

“Oh great! That’s where I’m going next!” Fluttershy beamed, as she clasped Spike’s hand with hers. “Why don’t we go together?”

Enchanted by her beauty, and seeing how much she really wanted it, Spike couldn’t find it in himself to say no.

As the two walk down the hall together, some other students were giving them weird looks. Intimidated, Fluttershy would cling onto Spike for protection.

‘Really?’ Spike thought. ‘A sophomore girl like her hiding behind a freshman boy like me for protection?’ Spike thought for a moment and mentally smiled, ‘Then again, it’s not half bad.’

Suddenly, a senior boy walked by and flashed a flirtatious grin at the girl, resulting Fluttershy to tighten her grip on Spike’s shoulder.

“Hey!” He shouted, flinching away from her tight grip.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Fluttershy apologized, releasing the boy. “Did I hurt you?”

“I’m alright,” Spike replied, looking at the girl, who looked as if she was close to tears. “How about if we just hold hands? Is that alright?”

“Definitely!” Fluttershy chirped with wide eyes, eagerly grasping Spike’s hand with hers. “It’s nice to walk together with you, Spike!” She smiled.

‘Wow, she must really like me,’ Spike thought.

At last, Spike and Fluttershy arrived in Chemistry Class, to see it very crowded. Class didn’t started yet, so some of the students were standing out of their desks, chatting with one another, while the rest were all in their seats, looking at their schedules, phones, and for one in particular, reading a book. Spike quickly took notice that Snips and Snails were also in the room, chatting with each other, but not noticing Spike holding hands with Fluttershy.

“Thanks for walking with me, Spike,” Fluttershy smiled, before leaning over and giving Spike a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving the boy stunned.

After a few seconds, Spike shook the shock away as he went to find his desk. Just as he was about to take a seat, a voice called out to him.

“Spike?”

Turning to his right, there sitting beside him, with a book opened on her desk, was Twilight.

“Twilight? You’re in this class too?” he asked.

“Yep. Just so you know, I have a thing for science, but I’ll explain later,” she replied.

Suddenly, the door flung open, and a tall man dressed in black clothing stepped in. In appearance, the man has sallow skin, a large hook shaped nose, a long, shoulder-length, greasy black hair, that framed his face, and cold, black eyes. For attire, he wore a long black coat over a two layered black dress shirt with matching pants and shoes.

“Everyone take your seats,” the man said in a quiet, yet stern voice, as he made his way towards his desk.

All of the students complied as they took their seat.

“For those of you with the faint of heart, I’m Professor Flintheart,” the teacher said, eyeing down at the students, as if he was a hawk. “And to those of you, who have just started your first year at CHS or have transferred over here, pray that you do well in my class, if you wish to stand a chance of graduation, or better yet, advance to the next level of science.”

Professor Flintheart then turns his attention to Twilight, who shifted uneasily from the professor’s gaze.

“However, I know for a fact that at least one of you have already hold the potential for such feat,” Professor Flintheart said directly to Twilight. “Twilight Sparkle, I presume.”

“Yes sir,” Twilight replied nervously. “How do you know-“

“Your brother,” Professor Flintheart interrupted. “Shining Armor, the husband of Crystal Prep’s Dean, Mi Amore Cadenza. He has spoken highly of you, saying how you’ve maintained a perfect record of straight A’s in all of your subjects, before you transferred here from Crystal Prep Academy.”

This resulted in a gasp and murmurs from all of the students in the classroom, to which Professor Flintheart quickly silenced with a simple, “Quiet.” The professor turns his attention to Twilight again, raising his eyebrows a bit. “Well then, let’s see if what he says are true. Tell me, does an Alkaline Earth Metal have a plus 2 charge?”

Hesitantly, Twilight nervously answered, “Yes, it does, sir.”

“And what would I get if I mix Oxygen together with Carbon Monoxide?”

Again, Twilight stutters, “CO2.”

“And what is the difference between H20 and Hydrogen Dioxide?”

Twilight thought nervously, before she answered, “Um, is that a trick question? I mean, there’s no difference at all. They’re exactly the same thing. And they’re both the chemical formula for water.”

“And speaking of, when water assembles its three forms of solid, liquid, and gas, what becomes of the molecules?”

Twilight thought for a moment, and answered, “The whole molecules in water are based on something called Hydrogen Bonding. When water is frozen in its solid form, the hydrogen bond causes its molecules to freeze in place, forming crystalline structure. Then, when water is in its natural state, its molecules would move around a bit, because in this state, the hydrogen bond is constantly forming and breaking apart. And lastly, in its gaseous state, the hydrogen bond is broken completely, since the molecules would keep moving around at a fast pace.”

Impressed, a small smile formed on the professor’s lip, “Perfect,” he said, still holding his stern tone. “It appears your brother isn’t at all exaggerating, Ms. Sparkle. Clearly, you’ve demonstrated the example of one student, who is feeling passionate in her studies for success,” This resulted a shy smile to form on Twilight, before Professor Flintheart’s smile disappears as he continues, “However, you sounded a bit hesitant to answer. A good student must always be shown with confidence when they answer their superiors, if they are to be taken seriously.”

Twilight nodded in agreement, while frowning slightly, “I’ll remember that, sir.”

Professor Flintheart’s eyes scan around the room as he frowned, “Well,” he called, raising his voice slightly. “Why aren’t you all copying this down?”

With that, all of the students complied as they pulled out their notebooks and pencils, writing down whatever they could remember of Twilight’s conversation with the professor. Professor Flintheart then turned around to pull a screen down, and grabbing a remote control, turning the monitor on to display his class syllabus.

While this was all happening, Twilight took the chance to look at Spike again, finding comfort as she did so. Fluttershy, who was sitting just a few desks, behind Twilight, saw this and couldn’t help but feel envious.

Spike once again felt more pairs of eyes glancing at him, but paid no mind to that, as he was busy scribbling away to what he had just heard. He also couldn’t help but overhear Snips, three seats away from him, whispering to Snails, “Wow, what are the odds? Twilight Sparkle, a former student of Crystal Preps?”

“Very little,” Snails replied, who was sitting next to Snip. “CHS and CPA don’t get along so well. Just ask the guy who once tried to flirt a girl from Crystal Prep.”

“Yeah, well I also hear the girls there are smoking hotter than the ones we’ve got here. Besides Twilight of course. I wonder why-”

Unfortunately for the two, their gossip didn’t go unnoticed, as Professor Flintheart came, “Do the two of you have something you would like to share with the class?”

The two boys snapped out of their gossips and turned their head to see the disapproving look on the professor’s face.

“No, sir,” the boys whimpered.

The professor got in close to the boys’ face.

“Then you will do well from now on to hold your tongues til’ the end of class,” Professor Flintheart’s voice began to raise, as he went on, “Otherwise, the both of you will get more than a month’s detention. Am I clear?” The two boys nodded their heads, as the professor went back up to the desk.

‘This is one teacher you don’t want to mess with,’ Spike thought.

“Now then,” Professor Flintheart began. “If you're all done with your notes, then let us start off the class today by taking attendance, and see who is here and who isn’t,” He looked down at a clipboard, “Minuette?”

“Here!” a chirpy girl with a long moderate blue hair, with a light persian bluish gray stripe, called.

“Moon Dancer?”

He then continued the roll call, but suddenly Spike had some visions of complete darkness, but surrounded by fog, then fire, and then saw volcanic smoke in front of him before it revealed a giant dragon head growling at him, until it breathed fire at him.

Spike then opened his eyes and saw himself still in the classroom, until he saw the professor staring at him, “Something to add, Mr. Drake?”

“No, sir,” Spike said, as Professor Flintheart continued his roll call.

Once every students were all present and accounted for, Professor Flintheart went on giving lectures to the class requirements, in accordance to his syllabus. Spike also heard that the professor was strictly clear to the severe consequences of arriving into class late, as well as not accepting late homework or assignments.

Spike then continued to pay attention to his teacher’s lesson, while Twilight and Fluttershy felt concerned about their friend.

After Chemistry class, it was time for lunch. Spike was sitting at a table, eating his meal alone, when Snips and Snails came over.

“Hey Spike!” Snips called as he and Snails sat down across Spike, or next to or between him.

“Hey guys,” Spike replied. “How’ve you two been?”

“Just glad to be out of that class,” Snails exclaimed. “Professor Flintheart’s is just evil, even for a teacher!”

“Yeah,” Snips added. “You really don’t want to make him mad. At least he’s shown interest in Twilight.”

“Yeah, lucky for her,” Snails agreed. “Cause then she wouldn’t have to worry about Professor Flintheart giving her that look that can just pierce through your soul,” the boys shuddered, remembering the piercing stare the professor gave.

Deciding to change the subject, Spike asked, “So, besides Flintheart, how’s classes treating you guys?”

“So far, it’s alright,” Snips began. “Although I wished something exciting would happen.”

“Like what?”

“If it’s not too much, then maybe some pretty girls come walking right up to us and ask if they could sit with us.”

“Could we sit with you?” a quiet voice asked.

Surprised, the boys looked up to see Twilight and Fluttershy, standing before the boys, holding their food trays, and smiling, specifically towards Spike.

“Whoa! Your wish came true!” Snails gasped, before grasping and shaking the shorter boy, “Okay! Say a million dollar come raining from the sky!”

Shaking his head, Spike got up and pulled a chair for each of the girls, with both of them gratefully accepting the boy’s generosity.

“So,” Spike started. “How’ve you girls been? Day going well?”

“It most certainly is,” Fluttershy beamed. “Even more now that we get to see you during class.”

Once again, Spike blushed nervously. Snips and Snails on the other hand were curious.

“For real?” Snips asked.

“Definitely!” Fluttershy replied. “I think it’s wonderful to have new friends to have class with. Plus, we were in calculus together, and I’m an expert on that subject.”

“So am I,” Twilight said.

“No way!” the boys, besides Spike, shouted.

“Yep. It’s true,” Spike added. “Oh, by the way, this is Snips and Snails, two of my guy pals.”

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you two,” Twilight added, while Spike looked pleased. “Any friend of Spike is our friend too.” Twilight then pulled Spike close to her, feeling her left breast against him, much to Snips and Snails frustration and jealousy as well as Fluttershy’s. “Plus, he’s told us about you, and that you’re quite a group of freshman boys who have some other interests. My friends and I find that admirable for boys like you.”

“You told them what?!” Snips and Snails shouted, catching attention from all the other students.

“Guys! Icsnay-on-the-outburst-nay,” Spike said through his teeth, before he turns to the girls. “I’m sorry to burst your bubbles girls, but I think you should pipe it down. Don’t want to attract attention.”

“It’s okay, Spike,” Twilight exclaimed. “We know for a fact it’s really you most of the high school girls admire, but we’re just trying to look out for you.”

“Definitely!” Fluttershy agreed. “Who else can do martial arts and look so cute and handsome?”

Spike’s face glowed a shade of red, which only grew as bright as a tomato when Fluttershy pulled him close for a hug and felt the skin of her breasts against him.

“Well, I did used to do martial arts, but I still remember what the classes taught me. I just don’t like to show off in public,” Spike said.

Twilight looked at Spike, and comforted him by gently stroking his shoulder, “Spike.....it’s okay,” She explained. “We’re just teasing. But remember, we’ll always be there for you. But if you still want to spend time with your friends, that’s fine.”

Before Spike could answer, the school bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period.

“Talk later?” Spike quickly replied. “Sure,” Twilight said in reply, as Spike carried his lunch tray away, leaving the two girls and boys at the table.

“Twilight?” Fluttershy looked to her friend in concern.

“I’m fine, Fluttershy,” Twilight replied. ‘I just hope he’s okay.’

“Hey girls!” Snips called, doing a fighting stance. “Spike isn’t the only one who can do kung fu!”

“Yeah! Look!” Snails added, doing an awkward pose. “We’re white belts!”

“Uhh… that’s nice,” Twilight said, while Fluttershy awkwardly chuckled.

“Watch this!” Snips said.

With that, the two boys threw out some kicks and punches while making kung fu noises, before they accidentally launched their lunch trays up in the air, spilling their food onto the other students. Everyone glared angrily at the boys who nervously whimpered and giggled while holding onto each other, before they proceeded to beat them both up, until Twilight and Fluttershy escaped unnoticed.

Principal Celestia then broke up the fight, and safely escorted Snips and Snails to the nurse’s office for some treatments.