All You Have To Do Is Talk...
Tell Me All About It Big Time!
“Woah…nice spread!”
Spike licked his lips and rubbed his claws together. He wasn’t exactly sure why Pinkie Pie had invited him to Sugarcube Corner into Pinkie’s bedroom, but apparently, it was to give him a huge plate of delicious, shiny gemstones!
“It’s all yours, Spike…” Pinkie said, smiling warmly as the dragon started to drool.
Pinkie’s calm expression instantly turned to an intense glare as she dragged in a spotlight and cut the lights. She pulled on Spike’s tail, which her pet alligator Gummy quickly bit down on, forcing the dragon back and stuck in his seat. The spotlight turned on, temporarily blinding him with light. “All you have to do is talk…”
Spike slowly gained his vision back, “That’s it? Oh you got it! Okay... uh, beautiful weather we're having, eh? I love a sunny spring day, don't you? The birds chirpin' and the flowers bloomin'...” he rambled, slowly reaching for the gems.
Pinkie, however, was still unhappy, pushing the plate away from him. “No no no, talk about our friends.” She said, holding the spotlight closer.
“Oh, okay,” Spike said, unintimidated. “Let's see, there's Twilight Sparkle. She's a unicorn. Good with magic. A real brainiac. And then you got Rarity. Total. Knockout. Twilight seems to think I don't even have a chance with her, but...eh, what does she know? Let's see. There's…there's Fluttershy, a pegasus who's afraid of heights. Heh, what's up with that?”
“No! You’re not understanding me!” Pinkie growled. “I want you to confess!”
“Confess?”
“CONFESS!” Pinkie pushed the spotlight closer to Spike’s face.
Spike clenched his teeth, his heart pounded faster as Pinkie was finally starting to put the pressure on him. “...I'm the one who spilled juice all over Twilight's copy of ‘Magical Mysteries and Practical Potions’!”
“...And?” Pinkie leaned in a little closer.
“And I'm the one who used up all the hot water in Ponyville yesterday when I took a seven-hour bubble bath!”
“Aaaand?”
“And sometimes...when no one's around...I do this…” Spike grabbed a nearby mirror, flexing his biceps and grinning at his own reflection. “Lookin' good, Spike! Lookin' real good!” He quickly put his hands to his face in shame.
Despite everything Spike had shamefully admitted to, Pinkie still wasn’t satisfied. She blinked in confusion, before getting more aggressive. “No! No! NO! NO!” She kicked the mirror away with a frustrated screech.
“What do you wanna hear?” Spike pleaded, unsure why Pinkie kept getting angrier and angrier at him. “Tell me what you want me to say and I’ll say it!”
“Tell me why all my friends are avoiding me today!” Pinkie snarled. “Is it because they hate my parties? Because they don’t want to be friends with me anymore?!”
Spike paused as everything started to click for him. “Wait, what? Pinkie, they don’t hate your parties, and they don’t hate you!”
Pinkie’s lower eyelid twitched. What Spike said simply didn’t make sense. “Then why? Why don’t they want to be with me today? Why are they making up lies to get away from me?”
“Well, it’s because they-” Spike quickly gasped and covered his mouth with his hands before he said anything else. He knew exactly what Pinkie was talking about, but he couldn’t say the reason, especially not to Pinkie.
“Aha! So you know why!” Pinkie grinned, finally finding some ground to stand on.
Spike quickly tried to backtrack on his words. “U-Uhh, no! I have no idea why, really!” He stammered, his eyes shifting from side to side.
The obvious lie only made Pinkie press harder, shifting back to bribery. “Come on, Spike…” She pushed the plate of gems closer, but still out of Spike’s reach. “You want this, don't you?”
“Hhhgh…” That giant pink diamond right in front of him was so tempting… He could already picture himself biting into it. “I…y-yeah…”
Pinkie saw him eyeing the big gem on the plate. She picked it up and waved it in front of his face. “I bet this one tastes reeeaaaal good…”
“Oh…I bet it does, too…” Spike couldn’t stop himself from drooling, leaning forward to try and get just a little lick, but Pinke always kept it out of tongue’s reach.
“Then you know what you need to do, Spike…”
Spike bit his lower lip. He promised Twilight and the others he’d keep it a secret, but those gems looked so shiny, so sparkly… “I…I…I can’t…!” He said, trying to look away from the delicious food.
Pinkie kept goading Spike on. “Of course you can!” She waved the gem back and forth like she was trying to hypnotize him. “You know what you have to say…”
Spike clenched his fists, trying to stay strong for Twilight’s sake. “I…I can’t, alright? I’m sorry!”
“Why not?” Pinkie snapped, her patience growing thinner. “You clearly know the reason why they aren’t speaking to me, so just tell me!”
“I can’t! I just can’t tell you, okay?”
“You can’t, or you won’t?” Pinkie furrowed her brow. “Fine, if this won’t convince you, then how about we try something else?”
Spike watched as Pinkie pushed the plate further and further away. He turned his attention back to Pinkie, who was now holding ribbons in her mouth.
“Wait, what’s that for-”
In a blur that Spike couldn’t fully process, He found himself strapped to the chair, wrapped up in the ribbons. His arms got tied up behind his back by purple ribbon, white ribbons wrapped around his chest and to the back of the chair, keeping his belly exposed, and his ankles bound together by blue ribbons. “Woah! W-What the? P-Pinkie?” He shook around, trying to move.
“I tried to do things the easy way, but since that didn’t work, we’ll just do this the hard way!” Pinkie gave Spike an almost sinister grin.
Spike twisted and struggled to get out, but the ribbons were surprisingly strong. “T-The hard way? P-Pinkie wait! P-Please don’t do anything crazy!”
Pinkie grabbed Spike’s ankles, propping them up onto the table. “If you don’t wanna talk for me, then I’ll make you talk.”
Spike curled up his toes. “Pinkie, whatever you’re going to do, d-don’t! This is all a joke, right?”
“Oh, it’s no joke,” Pinkie grinned, unfurling a set of colorful feathers like a fan in front of Spike’s face. “But you’ll still be laughing.”
A quiet whimper left Spike’s lips when he saw what Pinkie was now wielding. “W-Wait! Wait!” The dragon started to panic, trying to shuffle his feet away from the feathers.
“What’s the matter, Spike?” Pinkie smirked, dragging a blue feather down his sole. “You wouldn’t happen to be…ticklish, would you?”
Just the simple stroke from the stiff feather got Spike giggling. “A-Ahahahack! Hnngh! N-No! N-Not ticklish!”
“Another thing you’re lying about, hm?” Pinkie grabbed a yellow feather, sliding them down both feet.
“Gaaahahahaha! Ok! Okokokok! I-I’m ticklish hahahaaaahaha! My feet are tihihihihicklish!” Spike tried to kick his feet away as the soft pegasus feather stroked his soles.
“Ohhh, they’re very ticklish, it seems…” Pinkie smirked. “The longer I have to wait to get an answer, the worse the tickling is going to get.”
“Nnngh! Eeheeheeheehee!” Spike felt a droplet of sweat run down his forehead, squirming as the tips of the feathers kept going up and down his feet.
“And look at you, all giggly from just two feathers on your feet!” She teased, making the feathers go around in circles on his soles. “How much more tickling can those cute feet of yours take?”
A little tingle went down Spike’s spine. Did Pinkie just say that his feet were cute? It felt like a minor comment, but he definitely heard her say it. He felt his cheeks start to burn a little bit.
Of course, that matter was the least of his worries at the moment.
The feathers at his feet kept making circles on his soles. Pinkie was pleasantly surprised at how much Spike was giggling and gasping with very little effort put in on her part. She’d never met a dragon as ticklish as Spike before. Though technically, she’d never met any dragon before Spike. Still, the amount of laughter she was getting out of him was very promising.
“Ahahahaaahaha! N-Nohohoho! P-Pinkieeheeheehee stahahahahap it!” Spike giggled, his feet tried to bat away the feathers, but Pinkie kept them swirling on his soles no matter how hard he tried to get away.
Pinkie shook her head and clicked her tongue. “You know what you have to say to make me stop, Spike…”
“I-I cahahahahan’t!”
Pinkie felt a bit annoyed at Spike’s stubbornness, but it just meant she could have some more tickly fun. “Well then, I guess your feet are gonna get more tickles…”
“Nohohohohoho!” Spike kept reminding himself that he needed to stay strong. Maybe he’d get lucky and one of the girls would come in to get Pinkie Pie before things got really bad…
Pinkie lifted up the blue and yellow feathers, waving them above Spike’s feet as menacingly as she could. “Where oh where should these feathers go next…?”
Spike kept his lips sealed, not wanting to give Pinkie any ideas, accidentally or otherwise. He curled his toes up as much as he could, hiding one sole behind the other foot.
Pinkie was quick to notice how fast Spike tried to curl his toes. “Ooh, good idea, Spike!” With one hoof, she pushed Spike’s toes back. With the other hoof, she slid the yellow feather underneath.
“AAAHAHAHACK! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEERE!”
The sudden outburst of laughter made Pinkie pause, temporarily stunned by how loud Spike got. “Wow, your toes must be reeeaaally ticklish, Spike…!”
Even Spike was shocked by his own reaction. It’s not like he’d never been tickled before, sometimes Twilight would give his sides a few squeezes to playfully tease him, but the tickling he got was never this…extensive. He was discovering how ticklish his toes were at the same time as Pinkie. And judging by the look on her face, she was definitely planning on finding more spots just like that…
“And that was just one feather…” Pinkie giggled, swiping the feather underneath his toes again as a reminder. “Just one little stroke made you squeal…”
“GAAAHAHAHA! N-NOHOHOHOHO!” Pinkie’s hoof pressed against the tips of Spike’s toes, making the act of curling them in defense practically impossible.
“Now let’s see what happens when the feather goes between your toes…”
“P-Pinkie! Please doOOOHOHOHOHON’T! AAAHAHAHAHACK!” Spike’s pleas were promptly ignored as the feather sawed between his toes. Each back and forth movement made his entire body jolt around as much as it could.
“Ooh! Looks like I found a tiiiiickle spoooot!” Pinkie sang, leaning closer to Spike’s feet, leaving the yellow feather in between one of the gaps. “And it’s these cute dragon tooooeees!”
Spike felt another tingle all over. There Pinkie went again, saying that his feet were cute. It felt a little embarrassing, hearing someone talk about his feet like that.
Pinkie twirled the blue feather in front of Spike’s face, then pointed it at his feet. “Buuuut, I see another spot between your toes that’s empty! We can’t just leave that alone, can we?”
Spike frantically flailed his feet around, but Pinkie slid the blue one in place before he could shake the feather out. With both feathers in place, Pinkie slowly dragged the feathers between his toes.
Spike threw his head back and screamed with laughter. The slow pace that Pinkie moved the feathers made the tickling all his mind could focus on. As Pinkie pushed one forward, she pulled the other one back, giving Spike plenty of time to feel the soft vanes wreak havoc on his ticklish toes.
“Coochie coochie coo! I bet this tickles sooooo much! Like you’d want to do or say aaaanything to make me stop…” Pinkie not-so-subtly suggested, still keeping her goal in mind, despite how fun it was to see Spike laughing his head off.
“WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHA! P-PINKIHIHIHIIEEEHEEEHEE! NOHOHOHOHO!” Spike thrashed around as much as he could, but he couldn’t wriggle out of the ribbons. His toes reflexively wiggled against the feathers, only making the tickling worse. He could feel the difference between the two feathers as they sawed between his toes. The yellow one was soft and gentle, but especially fluffy to make him feel flustered, while the blue one was stiffer, drawing out heavier laughs. And given the distinct colorings, it wasn’t hard to figure out why.
“Oooh, look at those cute toes wiggle!” Pinkie teased. “They must be soooo happy that they’re so adorably ticklish!”
Spike’s cheeks started to burn up again. Why did Pinkie keep calling his feet cute? The tickling kept his mind fuzzy, but the fact that the pony kept using words like ‘cute’ and ‘adorable’ to describe his feet stayed clear in his head.
Pinkie gave Spike’s toes a break from the feathering. Turning the heat back up by pushing the lamp back in his face. “So, ready to talk, now, Spike?”
Spike could see Pinkie still waving the feathers with her other hoof. His toes curled up as he shut his eyes tight, knowing his answer would make his fate worse. “...No, I can’t tell you…!”
Instead of being angry like Spike anticipated, Pinkie simply shrugged. “Suit yourself, we still have another foot to tickle…”
Spike tried his defense of covering one foot with the other again, but Pinkie quickly put a stop to that by using one more ribbon to tie his big toes together, making sure they were defenseless against whatever she had planned next.
“If the feathers aren’t going to be enough…” Pinkie mused out loud. “...Then how about we try something a little stronger?”
Spike only let out a whimper, his mind already racing with the many ideas on how Pinkie could make things worse.
Reaching into her mane, Pinkie pulled out a hairbrush, surprisingly clean of any stray bits of hair tangled in. “Ooh, this’ll do!” she grinned, running her hoof over the tips of the bristles, tickling herself a bit with it.
Spike’s pupils shrank. He could already feel his soles tingle just looking at the brush. “Oh no…”
“Weeeell…I already know how ticklish your toes are…” Pinkie briefly ran the brush across the tied toes, just to give Spike a preview of his ticklish doom.
“YaaaaAAAAHAHAHAHA!” The tickling was barely a second, but it was enough to make Spike’s heart race. The plastic-tipped bristles tickled like crazy, and now his options to move his toes were severely limited by the ribbon.
“Buuuuuut, let’s see if I can find another tickle spot on those cute dragon feet…”
Spike didn’t even have time to be flustered as Pinkie began scrubbing his feet with the brush. “EEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!”
Pinkie ran the brush all over Spike’s feet, putting a hoof over his tied ankles to make sure he couldn’t kick away. “Hmm, I wonder if you’re laughing this hard because your feet are so ticklish, or because the brush is extra tickly? I guess I gotta keep going until I know for sure!”
Spike’s chest heaved with heavy laughter. Pinkie Pie was downright evil with that hairbrush. The plastic-tips on each bristle glided across his poor soles with ease, and she was moving it with frightening speeds. He thrashed and struggled as much as he could, trying to kick his legs away, but with Pinkie holding his ankles down, the most it did was tire him out more.
“I just know you have another tickle spot on your feet, Spiiiike, and I’m gonna fiiiiind it!” Pinkie sang, now moving the brush a bit more methodically, doing quick little scrubs in specific spots on his feet, listening to when his laughter hit its peak.
The way Pinkie worded it, it sounded like Spike was actively trying to hide where he was most ticklish. “NAHAAAHAHAHAHA! P-PinkiiiIIIIIEEEeeeeeheeheeEEEHEEHEE! MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEET! I cahahaHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHA! It tihihihihihAHAHAHAHA!” Tears streamed down Spike’s cheeks as he struggled to form the words to beg for mercy. Pinkie was moving the brush so fast around his feet, even he couldn’t tell her what spot tickled the most.
“Ooh, I think I foooound ooooone!” Pinkie grinned, having the hairbrush’s bristles hover above Spike’s feet.
Spike gasped for breath in the few seconds he had to recover from the vigorous brushing. “Haahhh...aah…P-Pinkie…please…m-my feet can’t take any more…”
“Aaaand I thiiiiink…it’s riiiight….here!” Pinkie lowered the brush until the bristle tips touched Spike’s arches, holding it in place, looking at Spike with a smirk.
Spike’s body tensed up when the bristles made contact. He shut his eyes and clenched his teeth, dreading the oncoming tickling. But after a few seconds that felt like hours, he could still feel the rounded tips pressed against his feet, unmoving. He slowly cracked open his eyes, staring down at his feet to confirm that there was still a hairbrush at his feet. He looked back up tp Pinkie, who was silently smirking, not saying or doing anything.
The anticipation made Spike squirm uncomfortably, knowing that he was about to be tickled, he just didn’t know when.”Uh…I-GYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” Just as he opened his mouth, Pinkie began scrubbing the brush against his arches. “NOHOHOHOHAHAAAHAHAHAAAAA!”
“Yep! Your arches are super-duper ticklish!” Pinkie grinned. She kept the brush strokes short and focused on his arches, doing little circles and zig-zags to get both feet at once.
Spike’s pupils shrank to pinpricks as more tears streamed down his cheeks. The chair he was tied to frantically rocked back and forth as he tried to get his feet away from the maddening tickles. “GAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! MAHAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
“Kitchy kitchy coo, Spike! I’m gonna tickle tickle tickle these cute feet until you tell me what I wanna knoooow…”
“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! T-THEY’RE NAHAHAHAT CUHUHUHUTE!” Spike finally spoke up. Every time Pinkie kept calling his feet cute, it flustered him to no end. Why did she keep insisting on saying his feet were cute?
“Aww, sure they are, Spike! Look at those cute dragon toes wiggle around as I tickle your feet!” Pinkie scrubbed the brush all around his soles. “Soooooo cute!”
Spike frantically shook his head, as if trying to shake out Pinkie’s verbal teasings. “EEEHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO NO NOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!”
Seeing how much the teasing was getting to him, Pinkie slowed down the tickling, taking a good look at his soles. “Heehee! I’ve been tickling your cute feet for so long, they’re starting to blush as much as your cheeks, Spike!” she giggled, looking at the shades of pink that were showing through his purple feet.
Spike let out a shudder. All the stimulation his soles were being put through made his feet twitch. His toes curled and flexed, trying to get rid of the tingling.
“Ooh, your toes are just so cute when they wiggle! I just wanna eat ‘em up!” Pinkie gasped, her grin growing wider as she was struck with inspiration. “In fact…”
Between heavy breaths, Spike was praying that Twilight would come in and save him. His head snapped back up in attention when he felt something warm and wet on his toes. “WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Pinkie had put Spike’s toes in her mouth, playfully and gently nibbling on them.
“P-PINKIIIIIEEEHEEHEEHEEHEE AAAAHAAAAHA STOP IT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!” The sensations startled Spike, they confused him, flustered him, but most importantly, they tickled him.
“Mmmm! Tasty toes to nibble nibble nibble!” Pinkie made sure not to bite down too hard on Spike’s toes, especially with how much his feet were struggling around.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA-HIC! NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE-HIC! EEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAAA-HIC!” All the nibbling and teasing was overwhelming Spike physically and mentally. His body moved and thrashed on pure instinct, the sound of his uproarious laughter only interrupted by quick gasps of air and hiccups.
“Heeheehee, this is so much fun! And I can do this to your adorable wiggling toes and cutie-cute feet aaaallll day if I have to…”
Pinkie’s teasing threat finally shattered Spike’s willpower. “OK! OKOKOKOK I’LL TELL YOU-HIC! I’LL TEHEHEHEHELL YOHOHOHOU! PLEHEHEHEASE! I’LL TAHAHAHAHAHALK!”
“Alright, then talk!” Pinkie put Spike’s feet out of her mouth, her playful and slightly sadistic mood shifted back to angry interrogation almost instantly. “Why are all my friends avoiding me?”
Spike took long and deep gasps for breath before he finally confessed. “B-Because, they were busy…planning your party…”
“A going-away party because they don’t want to be my friends anymore?”
Spike was far too exhausted to try and follow Pinkie’s logic on that one. “It’s…a surprise party…for your birthday.”
Pinkie blinked, and her face started to soften as she realized what today was. And every single odd behavior and excuse from her friends started to make sense in hindsight. “Oh…Ohhhhhh…”
“I was…trying to keep it a secret…but…y’know…”
“How could I have forgotten that today was my birthday? …And how could I have doubted my friends like that?” She looked back at Spike, tied to a chair by ribbons with a spotlight shining on him. “Oooh, I may have gone a teensy bit overboard…” she said sheepishly.
“You think?” Spike snarkily muttered, curling his blushing feet.
“I’m so sorry, Spike!” Pinkie was quick to untie all the ribbons to free him. “I definitely shouldn’t have put you through all that! Can you ever forgive me?”
“I-It’s alright, Pinkie, really…” Spike sighed in relief, finally able to move his body around again, though the exhaustion kept his feet propped up on the table. “M-my feet are so tingly…”
“Here, let me try and make it up to you…!” Pinkie started her apology by giving Spike the plate full of gems, still twinkling in the spotlight. “All yours, just like I promised.”
Spike licked his lips. Being tickled for what felt like hours worked up an appetite. He immediately grabbed the giant pink diamond, biting into it with a satisfying crunch. “Mmmm…that’s the stuff.”
Pinkie smiled weakly, though she still felt guilty. As Spike indulged in the gems, she looked back to Spike’s blushing feet, casually flexing on the table.
Spike kept the plate on his chest, chewing through the huge diamond in seconds. When he reached for a green gem, he felt Pinkie poking at his feet. “Ah! C-Careful! They’re still sensi-oohh…”
The dragon’s body tensed up when he felt his soles getting touched again, but the tension melted away as he felt Pinkie’s hooves slowly rub his feet. “Aaah…oh, that feels nice…”
“Just trying to make the tingling go down a little.” Pinkie said, softly squeezing the dragon’s feet.
“Nnn…well, I think it’s working…” Spike sighed in contentment, curling his toes.
When it came to massages, Pinkie’s hoofwork was a little clumsy. She was much more skillful when it came to tickling as opposed to pampering. She continued to work slowly, knowing how sensitive Spike’s feet were.
Spike chomped down on the emerald, licking his lips in delight. He looked back down at his feet, noticing Pinkie still had a sad look on her face, despite her attempts to smile. “You doing ok, Pinkie?”
“Aww, I doubted my friends, tickle tortured you, AND I ruined my own surprise party…” Pinkie sighed, pressing into Spike’s feet.
“Well, you found out that they still care about you. And you can still try and act surprised later when they’re ready!” Spike tried to reassure her.
“Maybe…but it doesn’t excuse what I did to you,” Pinkie pouted, rubbing Spike’s tender toes, before gasping excitedly. “Ooh, maybe for your birthday, you can tie me up and tickle me! I have looooots of tickle spots!”
“Heh, if that’ll make us even…” Honestly, Spike wasn’t that upset at Pinkie Pie, but he sure wasn’t going to turn down a chance for a little payback.
Pinkie continued to massage and pamper Spike’s feet, neither of them saying anything for a while. Pinkie was focused on the foot rub, Spike continued indulging in the delicious gems and wiggling his toes.
“...Do you really think my feet are cute?”
Pinkie looked up, seeing Spike sheepishly blush and curl his toes. “Well, yeah, Spike! I think they’re super cute!”
Pinkie’s straightforward answer made Spike blush harder, rubbing his feet together. “Ehehe, I don’t think anyone’s ever said that about my feet before…”
“Well then, let me be the first! You have the cuuuutest pair of feet that I’ve ever seen!” Pinkie giggled, leaning forward to give his feet a kiss.
“Eep!” Spike jumped in surprise when he felt Pinkie’s lips press against his soles. “Holy cow…that…that felt nice…”
Pinkie smirked, pursing her lips. “Did it? Well then…” Pinkie continued to plant quick little smooches all over Spike’s feet.
A few little giggles escaped Spike’s lips as he wiggled his toes. It sent tickly sensations through his body, but it was a more pleasant feeling than the merciless brush scrubbing his soles just went through.
“Oooh, I love your feet!” Pinkie teased in a sing-song voice. “And! I! Love! Your! Cute! Toes!” she said, planting a kiss on each of his toes with every word.
Spike buried his face in his hands to cover up his blushing cheeks and muffle his embarrassed whimpers. If he didn’t already confess to everything, this probably would’ve broken him quickly.
Pinkie gave Spike’s soles a few more nuzzles, kisses, and rubs. “Hey…Spike? You aren’t going to tell anypony about my little freak out, will you?”
“Don’t worry, Pinkie. I won’t tell a soul.”
“Oh, thank you Spike!” Pinkie let out a huge sigh of relief, quickly getting lost in his train of thought. “I should probably get ready to pretend to be surprised at my surprise birthday party. I wonder what kind of cake they got me? Oh, and what music they picked out-”
“...Pinkie?”
“Yeah, Spike?”
The dragon fidgeted around, nervously twiddling his fingers. “Uh, do you think maybe…we could do something like this again? N-Not the whole tickle torture stuff. Well, maybe a little tickling…But just…You playing with my feet like that, saying my feet were adorable, it felt really weird…but nice.”
Pinkie simply smiled and nodded. She opened her mouth to answer, but there was a knock at her bedroom door.
The door opened, and Rainbow Dash flew in. “Hey there, Pinkie Pie! Sorry I was in such a rush earlier. Had some place to be and couldn't slow down and say hello. You know how it goes.”
“I know how it goes, all right!” Pinkie nodded in understanding, trying not to giggle in excitement.
“Oh, Spike! Didn’t know you were with Pinkie!” Dash said. “Were you two keeping each other busy?”
“S-Something like that…” Spike nervously rubbed the back of his head.
“Well, that’s good!” Rainbow Dash gave a quick wink to Spike before turning to Pinkie. “So, Applejack said there was something totally cool over at Sweet Apple Acres, let’s go check it out!”
“Okey-dokey-lokey!”
“Sweet, let’s go!”
Dash led the way through Ponyville, with Pinkie excitedly bouncing behind, and Spike doing an awkward jog due to his tender feet.
“I wonder what’s gonna be at Sweet Apple Acres?” Pinkie wondered out loud, barely trying to be subtle. “Oooh, I bet I’m gonna be tickled pink!”
“I know I was…” Spike muttered under his breath, a little smirk forming at his lips.
