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// The Unicorn of Spike's Dreams 
// Story: Friendship is Abundant 
// by Wind Whistler 
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Because I updated Derpy's personality to the canon one, I decided to make the explosion in the previous chapter injure one of Trixie's eyes so that Derpy can comment on the eye patch.




Episode Five: The Unicorn of Spike's Dreams


Ever since he was old enough to be an assistant, Spike has always known that Twilight Sparkle happens to be fascinated with science. As a matter of fact, she loves to take things apart and see how they work. This is probably part of why Twilight has said so many confusing words to him.
All of the sudden, Spike took a wrong step and he was sent plummeting down the basement stairs. He accidentally let go of the two beakers he had. Fortunately, Twilight was able to react in time as she levitated Spike and the breakables.
“Can't you try to be more careful?” Twilight asked as she brought Spike to the floor safely.
“Oh, of course,” Spike responded hastily. “I was just lost in deep thought back there.”
Twilight placed the beakers alongside a row of identical ones on a table. “Maybe it's time for you to go to bed.”
“But I'm still not tired.”
Colgate who visited to help out asked him, “Did I already tell that I'm concerned for your abnormal sleep schedule?”
“You told me that yesterday.”
“Then it would be good for you to do what she says.”
“She's right you know,” Twilight affirmed.
“Fine,” Spike said reluctantly. “Would it be alright if I brought some more stuff down though?”
“You may, but straight to bed once you're done.”
Spike headed back upstairs and came up to the box of lab equipment. Since the items were so fragile, they were especially prone to cracking if they were all being levitated at once. Besides, Twilight and Colgate happened to be busy rearranging things in the would-be laboratory. Spike grabbed a Bunsen burner and brought it down to the basement. When he was about to grab another item, curiosity compelled him to see why Trixie wasn't helping out.


After looking around for a bit, Spike decided to go to the bathroom. He opened the door and saw that Trixie was there. Spike felt his heart beating faster when he saw her, but he couldn't take his eyes off the white-maned unicorn and what she was doing. Just then, Trixie noticed him and shrieked. That only made Spike feel even more aroused. 
Once Trixie finished screaming, she shouted, “Can't Trixie have some privacy?!”
“B-but you were just looking at your reflection when I came in,” Spike said nervously.
“That's still no excuse for you to barge in like that!”
“I was just curious, that's all.”
“Don't satisfy your curiosity with me!”
Spike then heard Twilight's voice, “What the hay do you think you're doing?!”
He looked back and saw that Twilight was accompanied by Colgate.
“This isn't what it looks like,” Spike tried to explain. He could tell that Twilight wasn't pleased. “Colgate, you believe me, right?”
As she began to pace around, Colgate said, “I think that you're trying to manipulate me into thinking that you went into the bathroom without the sole intent of observing Trixie go pee pee.”
“Maybe you could just say no next time...” an embarrassed-looking Twilight suggested.
“Okay.”
“I see that neither of you believe in my innocence,” Spike stated. “However, Trixie was there when I entered the bathroom, making her a witness.”
“THAT'S THE REASON THEY CAME YOU IDIOT!” Trixie yelled.
“Maybe Spike was going to say that you caught him trying to peep on you,” Colgate guessed.
“That wasn't what I was going to say!” Spike protested. “I wanted to see Trixie, but I didn't think that she'd be in the bathroom at the time.”
“You were planning to do this all along?!” Trixie asked.
“It would be nice if you just told the truth outright,” Colgate stated.
“Yeah, it would have been a lot easier if I just said that, huh?” Spike pointed out.
“Don't dilly dally!”
“Trixie, I wanted to ask you why you weren't helping Twilight with the basement.”
“Then why did you think of walking in on me in the bathroom?” Trixie inquired.
“Neither of you honestly figured out that there's a lock?”
Twilight glanced back, then uttered, “Oh...” She then turned back to Spike. “If that's what you're wondering about, then remember Trixie's bad experience with a machine.”
Looking at Trixie's eye patch, Spike said, “I can see that, though I didn't she would become that afraid of them.”
“You don't have to worry about a thing,” Colgate reassured as she remained trotting about. “There's only a very tiny chance of these machines exploding and sending a piece of molten metal right into your other eye.”
Spike heard Trixie breathe heavily. “I know that you mean well, but you're scaring me,” she said.
“Sorry about that... If it makes you feel better, you don't have to go down there.”
“Actually, I wanted to use a small part of the basement for myself.”
“What for?” Twilight wondered.
“Just to store anything that reminds me of anypony I care about.”
“Why can't you just use our bedroom?”
“It just isn't as secluded... Did you find any other room that offers as much privacy?”
“Not really. Tomorrow though, I'll do whatever I can to make my laboratory less intimidating for you.”
“I highly doubt that, but try your best anyways.”


Spike went once he was left by himself. He then brought down some more items to the basement. The box became empty sooner than he expected. Since Colgate was about to leave, Spike was able to join in saying goodbye before heading off to bed. He then entered the bedroom and went up to the basket that was now his bed. Spike still didn't feel sleepy, so he just lied there, closed his eyes, and waited until he couldn't stay up any longer.





After having a late breakfast, Spike was told by Twilight that she'd be busy with the basement. He offered to help, but she insisted on doing it herself. Twilight then said that he should just have some fun today. He enjoyed going over to Vinyl Scratch's place, so Spike convinced Trixie to come with him.  Even though Trixie didn't know how to hide her eye patch with an illusion, that didn't matter. Ever since the Summer Sun Celebration was over, she was never in public as her true form.
Spike climbed on Trixie's back once the two of them were outside. He found that for some reason he couldn't put his finger on, her body felt different than Twilight's. 
Once they entered Vinyl Scratch's tent, Spike dismounted Trixie and the latter undid her disguise. He heard Vinyl Scratch's singing which was amplified by a microphone she was standing by. Starnote was on the couch reading a book. He happened to be wearing earmuffs. 
Vinyl Scratch exclaimed on the mic, “I KNEW THAT THE SPIKINATOR WOULD BE BACK!”
“And that's why I like to wear earmuffs,” Starnote said to himself.
Vinyl Scratch quickly added in a quieter tone, “I forgot the mic was on! Come make yourselves at home Spikinator and Patches!” Ever since Trixie got her eye patch, Vinyl Scratch has been calling her Patches. She says that it's a name perfect for a trickster like her.
Starnote came up to Trixie and asked her, “How have you been Trixie?”
“It's none of your business,” Trixie responded. “Besides, I know that you're just going to write down what I say.”
Spike noticed that by a wall, a feather was writing something down on a scroll. “Actually, he's doing that right now,” he pointed out.
Upon hearing this and looking around, Trixie created a thundercloud that hovered over to the note and zapped it. “He's not writing about Trixie now.”
“I'll just make a mental note then,” Starnote stated.
“You win this time, Starnote. Savor your victory today, because you'll be sorry once Trixie learns to zap your mental notes!”
“Or you could just zap him now and hope he gets permanent brain damage,” Spike said casually. He then asked Vinyl Scratch, “Are we going to dance again?”
“We're going to do something better than that Spikinator,” Vinyl Scratch answered.
Vinyl Scratch, or DJ Pon3 as what she suggested the others to call her today, announced that they should see what they would sound like as a band. Since stage names were important to her, she decided that Spike's was “The Spike of Many Names” and that Trixie's would be “Patches.” Not surprisingly, Trixie insisted on being “The Great and Powerful Trixie.” DJ Pon3 argued that the name was too long, while Trixie countered by pointing out that Spike's stage name is long as well. The blue-maned unicorn then said that it took longer to say “The Great and Powerful Trixie.” Fed up with it, Spike came up with “GP Trix” as a compromise. Fortunately, both unicorns accepted the stage name.
After names were decided, DJ Pon3 levitated a bunch of instruments and brought them into a pile. After being told to pick one, Spike got out an electric keyboard. He saw that Trixie found a red and white guitar. DJ Pon3 made the two practice their instruments before they try a song. After they got the hang of their instruments, the Spike of Many Names and GP Trix preformed while DJ Pon3 sang into her microphone. Since it was their first time, Spike and Trixie played rather rough. Despite that, he saw that Trixie was enjoying it.


Spike and Trixie put away their instruments once it got late. Vinyl Scratch decided to accompany them on their way home. Shortly after receiving a goodbye from Starnote, Spike saw Snips and Snails. They were with a tall unicorn who appeared to be their mother. Spike thought that she was single, because he never saw her with anypony who looked like her husband.
Just then, an elegant-looking white unicorn with a purple, curly mane confronted Spike and his friends.
“Oh my, what do we have here?” she asked. “I see that blue nopony is with you.”
“You must be retarded to think of the Great and Powerful Trixie as a nopony,” Trixie retorted.
The mare nearly pressed her nose on Trixie's and looked her in her good eye as she said, “I know that it's you. Applejack told me what your disguise looks like.”
“Then did she tell you to give me a chance?”
“She did, but I still don't trust you.”
“If that's how it's going to be, then Trixie will just call you a-”
“You should know better than to call a refined lady such as myself anything rude. Call me Rarity and don't you forget it.”
“Are you the Rarity who was in charge of decorations for the Summer Sun Celebration?” Spike guessed.
“Indeed I am.”
The other ponies who were on the checklist were friends, so he asked, “Are you by any chance a friend of Rainbow Dash's?”
“We happened to be good friends ever since she moved in last year.”
“If you're such good friends, then why didn't I ever see you at Rainbow Dash's room with Applejack and the others?” Trixie questioned.
“It's no fault of my own. I just happen to be very busy, that's all. I'll pay her a visit one day.”
Vinyl Scratch spoke, “If that's it, just remember to not be mean to Patches over here. I don't know who spread those rumors about her, but we don't like it.”
“I made them myself, because she doesn't seem honest.”
“You're the one who attacked my reputation!” Trixie shouted. ”If it wasn't for you, then I might of fit in without a disguise!”
“What do you even have against Trixie?” Spike inquired. “I know that she was a bit boastful and all, but is that any reason to spread nasty rumors about her?”
It appeared that Rarity was thinking of something to say. “Umm... Well... Ah... I was able to see her show while I was cleaning the windows of the pavilion. It was getting annoying with seeing how vain she happened to be. Thankfully, I was able to see a certain pony come over and make her look like the fool she really is.”
Spike began to feel anger for what she did, but he tried to keep calm. “Wait, if you know that she was made fun of, then you didn't have to punish her any further.”
“But I did. You see, the others would forget that she's a fraud if I didn't do anything.”
“You still had no right to of done that to Trixie. Just give her a second chance like Applejack did, alright? She's not as bad as you think she is. Right now, I'm giving you a second chance.”
Rarity took another look at Trixie and said to her, “It doesn't look like you have any redeeming qualities, so I'm just going to assume that you don't.”
Spike could no longer hold his rage. “You don't seem so pure and noble yourself. You have shown that you're a vain and arrogant mare who thinks that going overboard with punishing a traveling magician is justified. You do look very beautiful though, which is uh......” Spike was lost in thought for a bit from Rarity's beauty. He soon regained his senses and added, “Well, it's the only thing that you're good at! Your cutie mark should have been a pearl necklace, since I bet that you're excellent at receiving them!”
It appeared that Spike said something that upset Rarity, because she didn't seem as calm at the moment. “HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT ME! Just because of my looks doesn't mean that my success comes from that! I have actual talent, so don't think that I would ever stoop that low. I create all sorts of clothes to suit my customers. Call me an artist if you will.”
“I need to tell you something,” Vinyl Scratch interrupted.
Turning to the shaded pony, she said, “Well, it couldn't be as bad as what Spike just said.”
“At least stop everypony from calling Trixie the blue pony. Any blue pony not in the know how could think it's them.”
“...I didn't think of that... I'm not sure if I can change it, but I'll go point that out.”
“Fix my reputation while you're at it,” Trixie blurted out.
“I still don't trust you enough to do that,” Rarity stated.
“If you don't trust me, then trust Applejack. She prides herself for being trustworthy.”
“Since you say it like that, I'll try to tolerate you for now.”
“And?”
“I'll do whatever I can to restore your good name...” Rarity said in an annoyed tone.
“That's better.” Trixie suddenly began to head off. “Since everything's settled, we'll be going now.” Vinyl Scratch soon followed.
“See you... later?” Rarity said in a puzzled manner at their sudden departure.


It didn't take long for Spike, Trixie, and Vinyl Scratch to reach the main section of Ponyville. Once they got to the library, Vinyl Scratch said her goodbyes.
Since they saw Twilight Sparkle upon entering, Trixie asked about the basement. Twilight said that she had it taken care of, so she lead Spike and Trixie downstairs. There, Spike saw room dividers that were the height of the basement. The quarter that got split off was apparently Trixie's part of the room. Some other dividers were placed in a way so that the laboratory couldn't be seen upon entering. She already appeared satisfied, but then Twilight presented a chest. All of the sudden, Trixie gave Twilight a big hug. It took a while for her to let go; Twilight showed signs of disgust during it all. 
“You're welcome...” Twilight said as soon as she was free.
“What can I do to repay you?” Trixie asked.
“By not hugging me that long again.”
“Oh, of course...”
“So, any suggestions for supper?” Spike interrupted.
“I would like pizza,” Twilight told him.
“Just give me what she's having,” Trixie said.
“Pizza it is,” Spike stated.
Spike headed to the kitchen and gathered the ingredients needed: dough to make the crust, tomato sauce to add moisture, cheese because it goes good on pizza, and last but not least, hay for the topping. After assembling the pizza and baking it, he announced that dinner was ready.
In the middle of supper after they talked about Rarity, Twilight told the others that she would like to host a picnic for all her friends to celebrate the first week of their friendship. Although it wasn't in two days, she was going to get the preparations done tomorrow because she never had a picnic before. Since Spike thought that was a great idea, he told Twilight that he liked it. Trixie also supported Twilight's decision.
Twilight asked if Spike wanted to help out, but he told her that he'd like to stay behind. There is a reason to this. On this very day, Spike realized that he really likes a certain unicorn. Although he does like Vinyl Scratch, it would be much more satisfying for Spike to earn the heart of his loved one rather than have it handed to him on a silver platter. Spike found that if Trixie didn't go out with Twilight, then tomorrow would be a great opportunity for him to get closer to the unicorn of his dreams.
“I thought that you would have been excited to help out with a social event,” Twilight said, “but you can stay home if you'd like.”
“That's great!” Spike said eagerly. “I mean that, that I'll have more time to clean the house.”
“Enjoy your stay alone then,” Trixie told him.
“Wait! I can't stay by myself! I'm just a baby dragon!”
“You were perfectly fine when you were staying up all night, so quit your whining.”
“But that was because you two happened to be there, even if neither of you were awake.”
Just then, Derpy Hooves crashed through a wall and landed on top of the table.
“I brought Trixie some woaah!” she said as the table gave way. A slice of pizza was flung right towards Trixie. Once a blue aura surrounded it, the slice slowed down until it came to a halt in midair. Trixie then took a bite of the pizza she got hold of.
“The pizza is no match for the Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie exclaimed while her mouth was full.
“I see,” Twilight stated. She then asked Derpy, “Wouldn't it be easier to just use the front door?”
“But I made a new door right there, see?” Derpy pointed to the hole she created. “I can use that door from now on whenever you guys chow down and eat.”
“It's nice of you to think of us,” Spike said trying to be polite, “but we already got enough doors as it is.”
Derpy stared at the table she was standing on. “You guys need to get a new table. It somehow got busted.”
“Yeah, somehow...” Trixie uttered. “Did you come to bring a letter?”
”Yup. For some reason Trixie, you got a bunch of neat letters.” She turned her head towards a giant pile of mail.
“Don't you know that's all hate mail?”
“You must be one lucky pony to get so much!”
“Trixie doesn't want hate mail!”
“Oh. Is hate mail a bad thing?”
“What do you think?”
Derpy put one of her hooves to her chin and it appeared she was in deep thought. “Well... It does have the word hate, but it's mail. It must be good, because it's mail. You're just tired of getting too much of a good thing.”
“Just give me the letter and I'll destroy it after I read it.”
“Okay.” Derpy then stuck her head into the mailbag and grabbed Trixie's mail with her teeth. She dropped it while no magical aura was around it. Before it reached the table, Trixie levitated the envelope over to herself and opened it. She began reading to herself. Considering the fact that Rarity said that she was going to try to restore Trixie's good name, Spike was curious about what was written.
“What about reading it out loud?” he suggested.
Trixie looked at Spike and told him, “This is hate mail! I can't bring myself to read past the first sentence...”
“If you're uncomfortable with reading it, I can take a look myself.”
“Fine, but tear it up into billions of pieces once you're done...”
Upon being handed the letter, Spike took a look:




To the blue nopony,

We haven't heard any news about you,
so I assume that Twilight didn't kick you
out like she should of done. Maybe she
locked you down in a basement so that
you could starve to death. Either way,
we all agree that blue nopony is still
the best name for you.




Even though the letter was mean spirited, the word still stuck out in Spike's head. He thought a bit about why they added that word and soon got an idea. It's quite possible that Rarity tried to change the writer's mind about Trixie. He had to let Trixie know.
“Trixie,” Spike said. “I know that it's painful for you to read this, but at least look at the last part.”
“Why do you want me to even look at that again?” Trixie asked.
“Trust me on this.”
“Fine...” Spike handed the letter back to Trixie and she hesitantly looked at it. Once she was done, Trixie asked, “What good news is there in knowing that I'm still hated?”
“Well...” Twilight pondered. “Maybe it's so you'll keep your guard up?”
“Not that Twilight,” Spike told her. He then explained to Trixie what still could imply.
“I didn't think of it that way,” Trixie uttered. “None of the other letters said anything like that...”
“Are you going to destroy the letter now?” Derpy asked.
“No Derpy. I'm going to keep it.”
“But I thought you had too many letters.”
“This one is special. It is proof that Rarity is sorry for what she has done.” She paused for a while before adding, “This one is going in my chest.” She then went down to the basement with the letter hovering beside her.
Once Trixie returned, Spike asked her, “Since I was able to make you see the bright side in all that, don't you owe me something?”
“You still want me to stay with you?” she guessed.
“It would be very nice of you. It would just be for tomorrow.”
“Just as long as it's just for tomorrow.”
“So that's a yes?”
“What do you think?”
“YES!!!”


When Spike got into bed, he was thinking about tomorrow and how exciting it will be. He fell asleep in the middle of fantasizing of what he could do with that beautiful mare.





All she could see around her for miles was snow. She was alone and buffeted by the blizzard. Even though she was exposed to the cold for most of her life, that didn't make it any better. The only way to survive was to press on, even as her legs became sore. Somehow, she would make it...





Trixie woke up and saw that it was still dark. Twilight and Spike were sleeping soundly in their beds. Since this happened to be about the usual time she wakes from her nightmares, Trixie got out a book titled Everything to Know About Magic. Ever since she moved in, Trixie was reading this book in hopes of becoming better than Twilight Sparkle at magic. Although that alone made her drive strong, getting her eye injured only made her even more determined to improve herself. Trixie has already reduced the time it takes for her to use a spell, but that wasn't enough for her.
Because of the thought about how just grabbing a very fast moving object doesn't stop it immediately, Trixie spent some time everyday studying the Reflector spell. According to the book, the spell creates a force field a brief moment. Said force field is able to deflect incoming projectiles.
Trixie's horn glowed as she focused very hard. After some straining, she managed to create a force field around the size of an apple. It lasted for a split second. Even though there was much to improve, Trixie was proud that she was finally able to create a force field.
Trixie then went into the bathroom and locked the door. She took the eye patch off to see how her injured eye was doing. Trixie still couldn't see anything out her hurt eye. After looking into the mirror, she saw that her bad eye was still rather bad. She began to doubt Shoeshine's claim of it recovering, partly because Shoeshine wasn't a nurse.


After Trixie had lunch with Twilight and Spike, Twilight left the house in order to get the picnic supplies ready as well as letting the others know about it.
Once they were alone together, Spike twiddled his fingers and told Trixie, “Since it's just the two of us now, there's something that I would like to ask of you.”
“You want me to dance for you or something?” Trixie guessed.
Spike grinned. “Although it would be very nice of you, that wasn't what I was going to ask.”
“Then what do you want?”
“What about visiting Snips and Snails? They're some of the few ponies in Ponyville who don't hate your guts.”
Trixie was puzzled by why Spike thought about them. “If all you want is for us to do is to meet up with other ponies, we already have plenty of superior choices! There's Vinyl Scratch who we visited yesterday, Colgate and her family, Golden Harvest, Shoeshine, Derpy, Applejack, and Rarity, all who don't hate me! Have you thought about any of them?”
It took a moment for Spike to say, “Well... Yeah, but I'm set on meeting Snips and Snails. They're guys who are my age and I'm very excited to meet them again.”
“And why do you need me?”
“I was getting there... You're coming with me, because I thought that they would enjoy playing with you.”
“Can't they just play with themselves?”
“Snips and Snails are probably sad on the inside for having no friends.”
“It's too bad that they're too pitiful, pathetic, too worthless, too stupid, too retarded, too dumb, and too anything that Trixie forgot to mention in order to make friends.”
“Did you have any friends before you came to Ponyville?”
There was one pony Trixie thought about, but she decided it would be better to not mention anything.
“Not really,” she said. “Before that, I used to think that friends were worthless just like Twilight did.”
“But it turned out that's a good thing. Maybe you can see if Snips and Snails aren't so bad after all.”
“You aren't going to stop annoying me until I go with you, right?”
“Right.”
Since Trixie had no choice but to go, she disguised herself and reluctantly let Spike lead her over to their place.


After reaching what Spike claimed to be Snips and Snail's home, the baby dragon got off Trixie and pulled a string that was attached to a bell. Moments after a chime sounded, a cream-colored unicorn with a cyan mane greeted them. As Trixie was staring at her long legs, she assumed that this mare was the mother of Snips and Snails.
Wanting to make sure, she asked, “Are you the mother of Snips and Snails?”
“Why, yes I am,” the tall unicorn confirmed.
Spike told Trixie, “But that's rude of you to ask that beau-” He stopped mid-sentence. “I mean, don't ask her if she's their mother that soon. It just makes you look strange!”
“I'm fine with that.” The mother then asked Spike, “Since I heard that Twilight has a baby dragon, are you Spike?”
“I'm so glad that you know my name.”
She then turned to Trixie. “Aren't you Twilight's sister because of the eye patch?”
“Of course I am,” Trixie said. “I, Milky Way, am a completely ordinary unicorn who happens to be much more magical than her lesser sister! And I am purple!”
“What about we all go inside now?” Spike suggested.
The mother led Trixie and Spike indoors.
Spike then told her, “Milky Way is actually Trixie.”
“HOW DARE YOU!” Trixie shouted. “Now she'll tell everypony!”
The tall unicorn's eye's widened.
“I didn't know,” she said. ”Don't worry about it though. Your secret is safe with me.”
“I bet it's because your kids go around and talk about how great and powerful I am.”
“Actually, no. My trust of you comes from Spike. He waited until we were all inside before revealing who you are. If he cares about protecting your reputation that much, I can trust you.”
Trixie was relieved that she was accepting like Colgate. “Well... thank you for your trust.”
“I sure am glad that I'm the hero!” Spike said proudly.
Since she didn't see either of those two morons yet, Trixie asked the mother if either of them were there. The tall unicorn told her that they were away to get tacos. After leading Trixie and Spike to a table to wait, she said that her name was “Allie Way.” Allie Way then asked if they would like to have lunch. Trixie and Spike explained that they just ate, but that they wouldn't mind a drink. Spike stared at her from behind.
“Woah...” Spike said in awe. “What a beautiful plot...”
“What the hay are you talking about?” Trixie asked.
Spike hastily replied, “I mean, I was thinking about an excellent book. Yes! An excellent book with a beautiful plot!”
“But you said that you hate reading.”
“That's because... it's a book that isn't lame.”
“What is it called?”
“Uh... I got a brain fart, so I completely forgot the title. I forgot it so much that it isn't even in my subwhateveritisness.” After Allie Way got back with the beverages, Spike asked her, “Are you single?”
“I'm a widow,” Allie Way said solemnly.
“What's that?”
Allie Way explained, then told them about her late husband. He gave her life meaning and they got married. One day, he died from a heart attack and the only thing she has to remember him by are their two kids.
Spike then asked. “If Snips and Snails are so important to you, then why do you allow them to roam Ponyville by themselves? THEY'RE RETARDS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!” He then said in his normal tone, “I mean, they're perfectly innocent, little, defenseless, pitiful, little angels who just don't know any better.”
“Well, not many ponies think much of them,” Allie Way said.
“I can see why.”
“But they can take care of themselves out there.”
“If you say so. Well, it's too bad that your husband is all dead and stuff. You know, getting a boyfriend will make you happier.”
“I'm happy with my children.”
“But you can be happier with a boyfriend.”
Trixie had a suspicion on what was going on, so she whispered to Spike, “Did you come here just because you have a crush on Snips and Snail's mother?”
“Yeah, but her husband died, so it can work out.”
“Then why did you bring me?”
“So that you can keep Snips and Snails busy.”
“What are you two whispering about?” Allie Way asked in a suspicious tone.
“I was just telling Trixie how great it is your husband died, because that means I get to be your boyfriend,” Spike told her.
“You just came to flirt with me?!” 
“Um.... You're so beautiful looking you know.”
All of the sudden, Spike's glass was surrounded by a tannish-aura. It hovered above him and poured the drink onto him. Allie Way then levitated Spike and slammed him against a wall, cracking it. Spike was then thrown through a glass window. Trixie saw that several pigeons were being forced to hover above him. One by one, they all pooped on the poor baby dragon who was laying on his back. Because he was screaming, Spike accidentally swallowed some of it.
“Are you mad at me as well?” Trixie asked Allie Way.
“Of course not,” she reassured. “Spike just used you.”
“Well, I have to take Spike back home now,” Trixie said as she created an illusion to disguise herself.
“Just remember that unlike Spike, you are welcome here anytime.”
“I'll remember that.” Trixie then left.


As soon as they got home, Trixie gave Spike a long bath. She remembered that Celestia wanted her and Twilight to write about what they learned about friendship. There must be some sort of lesson to be learned from what happened today. Once Spike was all cleaned up, Trixie had him write a friendship report. Before sending it to Celestia, Trixie went over the letter:



Princess Celestia,
Trixie writes to you because she found a lesson.
If you want somepony to care about you, it is
important to care about them as a pony as
well and respect their feelings.



Since it looked good, Trixie had Spike send it. Moments later, Twilight returned home with a picnic basket on her back. After placing it down, she asked what happened. Both Trixie and Spike explained. Twilight scolded the baby dragon while Trixie boasted about having written the first friendship report. The purple unicorn then explained that she will write numerous friendship reports once she's not so busy.


Because they haven't checked on Rainbow Dash yesterday, Trixie, Twilight, and Spike decided to do so today. There, they noticed that the blue pegasus was still unconscious. She was surrounded by three other ponies, one of them being Applejack. None of them were Rarity, meaning that she was probably still busy. However, Applejack showed Trixie a card that she says Rarity wrote:



Rainbow Dash,

We all hope that you get better soon.
We don't know why you were upset,
but feel free to talk to us about it
whenever you're ready. You can trust us.

Sincerely,
Applejack, Fluttershy,
Pinkie Pie, Rarity

PS: Enjoy the cupcakes.



Once she and the others finished reading it, Applejack put the card onto a tray that also contained some cupcakes. Even though she didn't admit it, Trixie was touched by how much concern Rainbow Dash's friends have for her.


As she left the hospital with Twilight and Spike, Trixie was very excited for the picnic tomorrow. She anticipated spending time with her friends, even Derpy Hooves, on that day.






Author's Notes:

As you can probably tell, the next chapter will have a more significant role in the story. It will likely be shorter as well.