Pony For A Day

The smell of Twilight's cooking filled the library, once again she was up early. Her cooking was getting worse, and worse, all the time. Just last week she had made burnt apple pie. Unfortunately, the little dragon was not as lucky as you might have thought at first. This burnt apple pie, was filled with ingredients such as ketchup, peanut butter, rice, pork (the worst yet), and other various odd food items.

Spike woke up to the sound of a large object hitting the library floor with a CRASH!!!

Looking up at the clock  that hung over Twilight's bed, he saw that it was 8:30. Again.

Getting out of his bed, he spread his arms wide, and yawned. Beginning to walk down the stairs, he grumbled, "At least it's not pickles, boiled and then covered with whipped cream before getting deep---WHOA!!!"

As Spike reached the end of his journey down the stairs, he saw in the kitchen what looked like a cake. White frosting on all sides, the scent of peach in the air.

"Had Twilight finally made something that could be called food?" Spike wondered. Somewhere deep down inside of him he could hear a voice calling, "No! She'll never make good food, again! Not after that one comment you made, about her only ever serving haymeal, with raisins and brown sugar!"

  Pushing that voice to the back of his head, Spike began, "Is that a..." By this time he was drooling on the floor.

Twilight looked back at him smiling proudly, "Why, yes, it is. Probably one of my finest creations in cooking, yet."

Suddenly Spike's alarms went blazing! The thought of it being not edible was now the center of his attention. She had called that pie one of her finest creations. And today, she had called that cake the same thing.

Taking a step back, Spike gulped, "Eh, he. So... Is it like any of your previous deserts?" "Come on, Spike. Just make it to the door. You can get out, she won't have locked the door yet. Just a little bit further. Come on." As Twilight talked, Spike kept taking cautious steps towards the door.

"Why, yes, actually, it is. It's made from fried cumquat, sprinkled with just the slightest bit of garlic, it has boiled tree sap in the center, while the whipped cream is made up of---"

"Well I'm gonna be off, now. Got a lot of gem hunting to do, so see you!" Spike was now next to the library's door. launching himself at it, he yanked at the handle, pulling the door open, he dashed out with all the speed of Rainbow Dash herself (well nowhere near that fast, but it makes the story sound better).

"WAIT!!!" Twilight yelled. Calling upon her magic, she teleported to right outside of the library in front of Spike.

Spike ran straight forward into Twilight. Pealing away from her, Spike fell to the ground, head going wild. Clutching his head, Spike looked up to see a huffing Twilight Sparkle, glaring down at him.

"Whoa. I uh.." Spike began.

"You... need to listen to me." Twilight gave a sigh of relief. "Now, then. I'm going to be going down to the Dragon Kingdom, for an exchange of books. I know you haven't even heard of the Dragon Kingdom yet, Celestia said not to tell you, until further notice, and I have recently received word, that it would be okay to tell you. Because you'll have to take care of the library while I'm gone. After all, it is a Wednesday. Ponies still come for a book late at night, when they have just finished the prequel. And when I get back you'll be able to see all those books about dragons, you won't even need to go there. Simple as that." Twilight finally finished.

"But," Spike began, "why wouldn't Celestia want me to go over there, to see what the dragons in the Dragon Kingdom are like? Is she actually just a cold heartless k---"

"No! No. No, Spike. It's not that Celestia wants you to not go to the Dragon Kingdom. It's the Dragons that don't want any outsiders coming in. They say that they don't want any polluting, from outside their kingdom. Except this one exchange of books, but that will be an exception. So it was just for the better that you didn't know."

Spike made a sad face, "Suddenly I'm not wanting to go so much." Spike declared.

Twilight laughed, "Oh, Spike. Just take care of the library for me, and I'll bring back some information on dragons." Twilight sighed. "Well, good bye, Spike." Twilight said, inhaling.

As Spike watched Twilight walk over to the train station he heard her call back, without turning around, "Also, you can do what you like with that cake, Spike. It's a present, from me, to you."

Spike chanced a question, "Does it by any chance have peaches in it?"

Twilight stopped, "No. Why do you ask?"

Spike made a confused face, "Then what's that smell of peaches, I've been smelling?"

Twilight giggled, "That's my new perfume, I've been trying. Rarity recommended it to me."

After Twilight boarded the train, Spike dashed inside the library. The cake falling in his line of sight, he stopped, and began to walk over to it.

"So," Spike began, to the cake, "just how should I begin to...take care of you?" Spike said.

Holding up four knives in his claws, Spike began to cackle. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!