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// The Great and Powerful Tristan had Spikemare at "Neigh" 
// Story: Super Gypsy Lord Admiral Nyronus Shachza Shouldn't Write Shipfics, Volume II 
// by Super Trampoline 
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The blue unicorn whinnied as Ponyville burned around him.

“This is for the humiliation I, the Great and Powerful Tristan, have taken my vengeance upon Ponyville!” He then went into a truly proper villainous cackle while his black cape billowed in the air behind him.

The massive purple dragon behind him rumbled.

“And I owe it all to you, don’t I?” Tristan turned to the dragon. “Don’t I, my dear Spikey Wikey?”

Spike rumbled again.

“With your help I have brought my enemies low, wreaked terrible, terrible vengeance, and did so with proper flair!” The magician grinned as he grabbed the side of the dragon’s muzzle. “Haven’t I dear? My little Spikemare?” He then leaned in and placed a small peck on the side of the dragon’s scaled snout.

The dragon grumbled, and smiled.

“Of course,” he replied, the rumble shaking Tristan in his core. “All those gems and gold were certainly wonderful. Although truth be told, you had me with your whinny, ‘dear.’”

The unicorn nuzzled his dragon companion.

“Although,” the dragon quirked an eyebrow, “isn’t burning down the village of a single broken wagon and a bad rep a bit… much?”

In the background, a building collapsed and somewhere a pony both dragon and unicorn were sure was named Wilhelm screamed.

“Uh.” Tristan grinned sheepishly. “