How to begin?
Spike was huffing on the picnic blanket around the six ponies reading about the wedding, the Royal Wedding. Spike was so out of breath, his hot air was almost burning the blanket from the fiery breaths he was sucking in and out. He was just able to listen to their conversation through his ringing ears and pounding head.
“Who’s getting married,” one of them asked, but Spike was not able to make out who said so, and he sat down for a moment, keeping at an angle with his two stubby arms.
He looked at Twilight, and we wheezed out, “Oh, sorry, I should have given you this note first.”
Spike started to hyperventilate and Pinkie Pie poured a glass of water on him to cool him down. The cold water was refreshing against his scales, and his arms gave away, letting himself fall down on the blanket, but underneath the blanket was a medium sized rock, which he managed to nail into the back of his head, causing a shock of pain to ride through his body, and he yelped.
“Spike, stop fooling around, this is serious... Now, it’s says who’s getting married right her-”
“What?” One of them asked. Spike’s head now hurt and he was going deaf from his pounding. He ran well over a mile in a half from Twilight’s home to deliver the messages. Twilight’s face wasn’t in horror, but more in shock, and Spike would have laughed at it if he had his breath or if it wasn’t as serious as it really was.
“My brother!?” Twilight exclaimed.
Spike just sat out for a bit as Twilight tried to get her senses together, and started to read the rest of the note, describing what each pony was supposed to do. As the list followed, Pinkie Pie would plan the reception, much to her liking, Applejack would bake to food, Rainbow Dash would perform a Sonic Rainboom as the groom and bride exchange vows, Rarity would make the Princess’s dress, and Fluttershy would sing with her bird ensemble as the bride and groom walk down the aisle.
“That’s all it says,” Twilight concluded, but Spike was at a loss. Why wasn’t he set onto anything? He was just as important as Twilight was... well, maybe not just as important, he thought, but he was like her right hand dragon, and deserved the tolerance of one!
“What about me, Twilight?” he asked, and Twilight searched before flipping the page over. It seemed the Princess had written a little note on the back stating; PS, Spike may host the Bachelor Party if he would like to, knowing him, he would probably want to do something in Canterlot than follow you ponies around. If not, we just won’t have one.
“Well, Spike, you may host the Bachelor Party, if you would like too.”
Spike’s heart raced against his chest, him being part of the... the... ROYAL CANTERLOT WEDDING was just unbearable, even if he wanted to do it so bad, he was very frightened. Now that he could hear again, he heard Rarity ask when the wedding was.
Twilight told them all it was; “Starting tomorrow at the sun’s descent, but all staff, which means us, must arrive early for preparations. Our train will arrive in the morning, and our outfits will be in stock at the Canterlot Apparel Store once we arrive.”
Twilight seemed a little sad, and Fluttershy asked; “What’s wrong?”
Twilight explained how her brother was her BBBFF, or Big Brother Best Friend Forever. She explained how her brother was her only friend before she came to Ponyville, but Spike had already heard this story a hundred times, living with Twilight his whole life. He practically forgot Twilight had a brother though, only seeing him a few times before they left for Ponyville.
They packed up the picnic a head back home. It was getting late because it was in the middle of the summer so the days got shorter in Equestria.
*(^)*
By night time, and while everypony else was asleep, Spike was up in his small bed, thinking about what to do, when to do it, where, and what the hay was a bachelor’s party in the first place? What is a bachelor? Is it like a gladiator, like in old Equestrian times? Did they throw parties where ponies would fight each other in an area? That would be awesome, he thought, but Equestria had moved on from those times a while back.
He got out of his bed and head down to the library, hungry for knowledge of this so called ‘Party for Bachelor’s’. Maybe a bachelor is like a place, yeah, where a party was held, like what Pinkie Pie does. He pulled out a few books, and he didn’t know what category to search so he just checked them all, putting each one back after he was done with the other.
Time flew by fast, and before he knew it, Spike had his face down on a book, with his eyes shut, and he was out ‘warm’ as dragons would say, even though dragos probably didn’t say that in the first place.
Spike dreamt of the wedding. He could see it now, him dressed up in a sweet tuxedo, and a rush of nostalgia hit him, like when Trixie, the boaster, came to town, and Twilight was trying out a spell to turn rocks and stuff into clothing. His point of view was looking down at the wedding, like he was floating, and he could see himself alongside the rest of his friends. The whole wedding looked awesome, nothing could go wrong.
*(^)*
Spike woke up in a daze, and the book he was lying on was covered in dragon saliva and had leaked through the pages of what he was reading. He was awoken by his friend, Twilight, who was combing her mane with a smile on her face.
“SPIKE! Do you know what day it is?!” she excitedly asked.
“Uh, the wedding, duh.” He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and brushed himself off from the floating library dust that clouded up the room at night.
“That was a rhetorical question, Spike, but hurry, we need to get ready to make it to the train.”
Spike was already ready, as he didn’t wear clothes unless it was a special occasion like this and he just needed to straighten his scales.
“I’ll meet you at the station, Twilight, I’m all set,” he said, and he left.
Time went by as Spike waited impatiently at the train station. He could hear it just over the horizon and he still didn’t have any idea on what a bachelor was. He felt so childish of not knowing what it was and he was his own self proclaimed party genius, besides Pinkie Pie that is. He rubbed his chin and sat down on the wooden bench, waiting for his friends to arrive. He was going to feel somewhat embarrassed for asking them the question, but if he was going to throw it right, he was going to need the best of the best.
He would need to make good arrangements with a big room for the whole thing, and he guessed that Celestia would let him get everything for free, if it was going to that cause. So, in Spike’s mind, he had a blank check, a big room, but no plan.
Canterlot was bound to have stores that would suit his needs, or Twilight’s brothers needs, and even though he never really knew him, Spike thought of him as a ‘wild’ kind of guy, but he was very caring. SO, in his opinion, maybe a super thick, heavy bass party would work, like how his friends threw his last birthday party.
Here comes the train, though he.
His friends made it in time and they departed towards Canterlot, where the wedding was being prepared.
*(^)*
Twilight had already sent a message to Princess Celestia that Spike was going to throw the bachelor’s party, but Celestia didn’t have high hopes for him. She knew Spike would probably fail at this attempt, but she played along, it didn’t feel right to leave Spike out in the blue. The train was chugging fast towards Canterlot, and Applejack and Rainbow Dash had their head out the windows.
“A sonic rainboom? At a wedding? Can you say Best Wedding Ever!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed as they were approaching a tunnel to get into the high mountains. Pinkie Pie stuck her head out too.
She exclaimed to answer Dash; “Best Wedding Ever!” and it echoed through the tunnel over the roar of the engine. Canterlot appeared to be covered in a huge purple ball of magical energy, a shield of some sort, that probably protected the wedding from any hostile invaders, as every other party does in Equestria, party crashers are bound to happen. Entering Canterlot was always an amazing thing, and everything seemed new every time, mainly because Canterlot as expanding everyday with new buildings.
“You guys get to do all your prissy wedding things, when I,” Spike said, with large emphasis on the ‘I’, “get to hold the bachelor’s party!”
The all looked at him, and Spike said, “I just have one question, though... What’s a bachelor’s party?”
Then they all laughed, explaining to him that a bachelor’s party is a party for the groom to celebrate his wedding.
“Oh, well, that makes much more sense than what I thought it was,” Spike said, feeling even more stupid over his own faults. The train pulled through the station, and they all disembarked.
“Wait! What time does the bachelor’s party start?!” Spike yelled, but he got no response. That didn’t stop him though. Maybe it just happens when the time is right, he thought.
This is where Spike took off from the rest of the group, seeing that they all went to work immediately. His suit wouldn’t be ready for a while, but he didn’t have any free time. The Princess would have warned that Spike was on the prowl and ready to buy anything and possibly everything at his will. That blank check would make him economically invincible.
His first stop would be the catering, but he couldn’t disturb Applejack from her job, so he had to go to a different eatery, like a bakery, and he could buy a cake and all that stuff.
CAKE, the hardest thing to obtain and it would take a very long time to make, so he had to buy an already made one, like how he sees at Ponyville when he is window shopping. Spike walked into the nearest bakery, after spotting a few cakes he liked. They looked like they took hours and hours to make, very precise, but there were four different ones in the window. He burst in the door, thinking he had the highest authority, and walked over to the window from the inside, and he was being towered over by four huge sugar masterpieces.
The cashier looked at him from across the room, a confused look on his face. He wanted to ask what Spike was doing, after noticing him walk in as if he was invisible. Spike payed no attention to the cashier while he examined the cakes.
“Uh, sir, can I help you?” the cashier asked.
“Look buddy, I have a blank check, and I need to know which of these cakes is the best.”
Spike thought the only way to tell was to try each one. Spike, launching back his claws, swiped the bottom layer of the first cake, and shoved it in his mouth. The cashier gasped in horror, probably because he was the one who made the cakes. Spike seemed displeased with this one, and tried the other two, taking out the bottom layers for both of them.
The cashier fainted, sprawled across the ground behind the counter. Everything went black as Spike grabbed the last cake.
*(^)*
The cashier woke up with Spike leaning over him, shaking his now conscious self.
“Hey, buddy, wake up, I made my choice of what cake I want!”
“Cake? You want cake? NO! GET OUT OF MY STORE!”
“Woah! I have a blank check!”
“I DON’T CARE!” and he was then bitten down on his back scales and thrown out of the store, as the sobs of the cashier rung through the street, his masterpieces destroyed.
“Jeez, what’s his problem?” he grunted as he walked away. He still needed the cake, or at least part of a cake...
Spike would try another store, hopping to be more successful. Maybe sometime later in his future, he would find one, so he went to go grab the decorations first. Even though he wasn’t supposed to, he would try his luck with Pinkie to lend him some decore. He prowled his way down the street, strut in his stride, making his way to the party room, when he remembered; Where the hay was I supposed to hold the party?