Finding Your Family

The morning was slow for a good chunk of Ponyville. Much akin to the days long ago when Twilight was bunking in the library, when the whole town was small enough that any event would be a big one, having the most boisterous and powerful ponies sleep through the morning caused quite a stir without directly causing any kind of stir at all. Some of the quieter ponies were wondering why it was so quiet all of a sudden, but without complaint.

That's not to say that it was wholly quiet. More than eighty percent of the town had not been invited to the event, and as such, were still walking around. Since a fair few of the guests were teachers at Twilight's school of Friendship, Pinkie had scheduled the parties on a Saturday so that they could all spend Sunday morning in bed without having to go back to work.

While Scootaloo was one of those sleeping through the morning, Spike forced himself to stay awake. This was made much more difficult by the fact that he spent most of the morning in bed next to her, his arms and tail wrapped around her to help her burn off all the excess alcohol with his warm embrace.

Rather, that was a lie he told himself. Her liver was doing all the work, and if anyone was helping, it was her kidneys. But believing that he was helping was enough to keep him right by her side, and if she woke up and needed anything, he'd be right there to aid her.

She finally woke up at two in the afternoon. Spike helped her out of bed and into the shower, where she leaned back against the wall and let him scrub every square inch of her body, from the tips of her horns to between her toes. She was aware and agile enough to do it herself, but Spike wanted to, and when he was done, she reciprocated right away.

"Did you have a fun bachelor party?" she whispered, still a bit sensitive to sound.

"I did," answered Spike. "Except for one part where a changeling being controlled by some kind of spell or potion or something tried to jump me, but otherwise, yeah."

"Oh. I'm sorry..."

"Nah. It was mostly fun."

"Oh. Well, mine was mostly fun, too. Just having to deal with a drunk."

"And a musician?"

Scootaloo chuckled, but then groaned. "Oh, it hurts to laugh... Is my big, strong dragon feeling a bit jealous?"

"A bit," admitted Spike. "You know how dragons are..."

Scootaloo chuckled. "Well, don't worry. Rainbow was at my side the whole time."

"I thought Slash stayed home with your aunts?" teased Spike.

"Rainbow Dash, silly..." she rested her cheek against his hip, letting the water run down his chest and onto her face. "If I were disloyal to you in her presence, she'd never talk to me again."

"I'm sure she would..."

"He was a great big flirt, but he didn't actually do anything." She kept scrubbing, moving down his legs until she reached his feet. "So, was that my parents here earlier, or did I dream that?"

"No, they were here. They left with your aunts."

"And did they have tentacles on their face?"

Spike grimaced. "I mean, your dad looked like he hadn't shaved recently, but... no."

"So I dreamed that." Scootaloo nodded. "Good."

"And I invited them to dinner," said Spike. "I haven't even thought about what I'm going to make yet."

"No, no, no," corrected Scootaloo, pressing her chest against his groin. "I've inconvenienced you enough for one day. Staying up with me all morning was nice, but it's made you miss some much-needed sleep. I will handle dinner tonight."

Spike reached down and rubbed her cheek and neck. "You sure you're feeling up to it?"

"If I'm not, Aunt Holiday and Aunty Lofty will probably offer to help."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't rely on her too much. We've already had them all day and last night..."

"Yeah, you're probably right... We should invite them to eat with us, too." She turned her head until his thumb was in her mouth, then started licking and sucking on it.

"What's that for?" asked Spike.

"Oh, nothing much," smirked Scootaloo. "Just a little teaser for what you can expect tonight after dinner. I already know what I want for dessert..."

Spike chuckled and shut off the water. "That reminds me, I have to go make a stop at the castle to pick up the rest of my ice cream cake."

Scootaloo looked up suddenly. "Ice cream cake?"

"Yeah. Thorax brought a big one from his hive. Real nice." He tossed the curtains aside and grabbed a pair of towels for the duo to dry themselves. "I should put that grill together, too."

"What grill?"

Spike frowned. "Did you not receive any presents at your party?"

"No..."

Spike bit his claw. "Well, I'll share some of mine, then."

"That's sweet of you. What'd they give you?"

After drying off, but before his erection went down, Spike brought Scootaloo out into the bedroom to see the collection of toys and books he'd been given. Scootaloo had a good laugh at some of them, and was just as shocked by Twilight's as everyone else was, and even had a chuckle at Thorax's quick, albeit ineffective, coverup.

"I wonder if Twilight gave him any "special treatment" for that..."

"I didn't stick around to find out."

"I'm just saying, anyone willing to damage their credibility to save somepony the embarrassment of a bad gift like that deserves a little something something to repay them. If I were dating Thorax, and he covered my arse like that, I'd let him inside of it."

Spike lowered his face into his claw. "I can't believe you just said that," he chuckled. "Wow. I don't even know how to respond to that."

Scootaloo shrugged. "Having you wrapped around me and running your claws all over my body put me in a randy sort of mood. And having a big, strong manly dragon to protect me makes me wanna do things for him." She ran a talon down the center of his chest. "So... can I watch you put that grill together, Spike?"

Spike swallowed hard and nodded, glad that the backyard had a privacy fence.