Spike's Quest for Coffee

It was a start of a new day in Ponyville, the sun was rising, the birds were singing and the ponies were trotting around the village as they began to start their morning activities. Inside Ponyville’s library was a small purple scaled dragon with green spike, who wore a pink apron, baking cookies. There he was, in his own world, dancing magnificently in the kitchen. He spun and leaped across the kitchen to turn off the stove. He skidded across and spun again as he carried a kettle of hot tea. He tiptoed towards the kitchen table and gracefully poured a cup of lemon tea. He spun and jumped towards the oven in time as the cookies were ready.

He put his mittens on and carefully placed the freshly baked cookies into a plate. With that, he leaped and spun as he threw the cookie tray - that amazingly glided back into the oven. As he jumped across the kitchen, he tripped on a garbage bin and fell face first, skidding across the kitchen floor. When he looked up, there were a lot of empty packets of high quality coffee littered around the kitchen. “I can’t believe Twilight would drink this much coffee since the last surprise test Princess Celestia gave her,” Spike muttered, picking up the packets and threw them away. He made one last spin and bowed as a finish. “Thank you,” he said as he bowed to the applause of his imaginary audience. He stood up and waved towards the empty wall, smiling. “I wanted to thank all my friend-“his speech was cut as he heard somepony was giggling behind him.

“What are you doing, Spike?” A purple unicorn replied. Her magenta striped mane bouncing as she giggled. He quickly turned around and smiled nervously.

“N-nothing,” Spike stammered, blushing.

“You’re so cute when you blush,” Twilight cooed.

“Stop it, Twilight!” Spike exclaimed, blushing.

“Okay, okay,” she giggled. Then, she noticed the delicious scent of the freshly baked cookies wafting throughout the whole house. “Mm-mm, these smell delicious,” she commented.

“It’s the power of my super awesome chocolate chip cookies,” he said proudly as he presented the plate of fresh cookies. Twilight levitated one and greedily eats it in one bite.

“This tastes great, Spike,” she complimented, smiling.

“Of course,” he replied with his mouth full of cookies.

“Where’s the coffee?” Twilight asked, looking around the kitchen.

“Uh..,” was the only thing Spike could elicit.

“Where’s the coffee, Spike?” she asked again, her voice slightly higher.

“We’re all out?” he squeaked, cringing.

“What?!” Twilight asked with disbelief in her face. “That can’t be true. It can’t be true,” she mumbled, her eyes twitching.

“But there’s tea,” Spike offered, trying to calm the purple pony..

“That’s no good,” she replied, grabbing him closer. She looked into his eyes as she was slowly having panic attack. “You remembered the time where I didn’t have my coffee, right?” she whispered. Spike shuddered when he remembered the incident and nodded.

“I’ve never seen one pony destroy an entire dance hall,” he mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” Twilight asked, looking slightly disheveled.

“I thought I could find you some coffee?” he offered, smiling nervously.

“Good idea!” she exclaimed as she levitated him down. “I need you in a special quest,” she started, pacing back and forth. “I need you to find me the perfect coffee. Do whatever you must to achieve it and return to me as fast as you can. Can you do it?” she asked, giving the young dragon a stern look, her eyes twitching radically.

Spike gave a little salute. “Yes, ma’am!” He exclaimed with determination in his eyes. After Twilight returned his salute, he rushed to get his backpack and head out for the quest for perfect coffee.

An hour later, Spike was trudging along the streets of Ponyville with a disappointed look on his face. He had spent all of his energy to search for coffee in every store and street vendors he could find but all of it was for naught. He started to be concern on what might happen to Ponyville and all of Equestria if he fails his quest.

   Whilst he was thinking a back up plan, he noticed that somepony was calling him. He heard a whisper and looked around to see who was getting his attention. Spike saw a hooded pony who was shrouded in a long black robe, beckoning him to come closer. He became curious and carefully approaches the mysterious pony.

   “I heard you are in a quest for coffee,” a deep gruff voice stated. By the judge of his voice Spike thought it might be safe to assume the pony was a stallion.

   “How did you know that?” Spike asked looking surprised.

   “I’ve heard around the village that a small dragon was looking for some coffee,” explained the hooded stallion, coughing.

   “Oh,” Spike replied, grinning sheepishly.

   “I can give you some coffee, if you help me with something,” the stallion proposed, chuckling.

   “What? I don’t believe you,” Spike said, looking the hooded pony with disbelieve. Even with the pony’s face was hidden; Spike could tell that he was grinning under the shadow of his hood. The stallion reached inside his robe and pulled out a bag of grounded coffee.

   “What I have in my possession is the most delicious coffee in Equestria,” the pony stated. “A special grounded coffee that could make kingdoms fight over,” he added, chuckling darkly. Spike was unsure what to do. He was reluctant to accept whatever the pony’s request might be but the safety of Equestria, and the sake of his promise, were on the line. With a defeated sigh, Spike agreed to help on the his request.

   “Excellent,” the pony chuckled, coughing. “I need you to recover...  a treasure inside of a dragon’s cave in the Everfree forest,” he explained.

   “What?” Spike exclaimed questioningly. “Why is it always in the Everfree forest, why can’t it be in some candy shop?”

   “It doesn’t matter,” the pony answered nonchalantly. “Either you do it or not?” the pony proposed.

   With another defeated sigh, Spike answered. “Sure, I’ll do it. But what is this ‘treasure’ are you looking for?” he asked, looking slightly annoyed.

“Ah, it is a flower you see, called the Flower of Yardigal. A flower that could heal any ailment known to existence,” he answered, sounding amused.

  “How should I know if this flower even exists?” Spike asked again as he became more infuriate by the sheer amount of ridiculousness that came out from the pony's mouth.

  “It glows like the golden sun under the darkness.” He chuckled.

  “Fine,” Spike sighed. “Where can I find this again?” he asked, glumly.

“The cave you seek is in the heart of the forest. After you are done, I will wait for you at the pathway leading towards Ponyville,” the hooded pony explained, pointing the way.

“Yeah, yeah,” Spike groused as he quickly ran towards the pointed direction.