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// 21: Horseshoe Master [Comedy] 
// Story: Thirty Days, Thirty Twilights 
// by Esle Ynopemos 
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((Prompt: One of the Mane Six (or Spike) reveals a skill nopony expected them to have.))

Clink!

“Unbelievable.” Applejack took off her hat and shook her head.

“How's that even possible? You don't even wear horseshoes!” Rainbow Dash hovered a few inches off the ground.

Spike chuckled, running his claw through his spines. “It's nothing that special. It's just all in the wrists.” He waved his arm, miming a throwing motion.

Applejack grabbed another horseshoe and tossed it to him. “One more time, Spike. Ain't nopony can ring that pole four times in a row.”

Spike looked up at her over the top of the horseshoe, eyebrow raised. “You sure, Applejack? You already owe me a whole tub of Cinnamon Cider Supreme ice cream.”

“You make it again, I'll make it two tubs,” said Applejack.

“Yeah, c'mon, Spike!” Rainbow cheered. “Let's see it again!”

Spike nodded. “Okay. If you insist.” He shifted his footing, digging his claws into the dirt. His eyes focused on the iron pole at the other end of the field. Three more horseshoes hugged close to its base, the dust around them only just beginning to settle from the last toss.

He wound back, and let the horseshoe fly. The little arch of metal sailed through the air, hitting the pole with an audible, 'Clink!' It spun around the pole and slid down to join the other three.

Applejack frowned at her hooves. “Shoot, now I'm all out of horseshoes!” She elbowed Spike in the shoulder. “You got a genuine gift, sugarcube.”

“Spike, have you seen my electroma—oh, hey, Rainbow. Applejack.” Twilight trotted up to join the three. “What's going on?”

Rainbow Dash grinned and picked Spike up by his arms. “Twi, did you know that Spike was some kind of horseshoes prodigy?”

Twilight's brows raised. “Spike? You mean the little dragon that can't hit the wastebasket with a balled-up piece of paper from two steps away?”

“Hey,” protested Spike. “There were cross-breezes!”

“I ain't never seen anythin' like it,” said Applejack. She pointed at the pole. “Just look!”

Twilight glanced at the iron pole, the four horseshoes nestled snugly against it. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Hmm.”

She walked over to the pole, inspecting it. A disapproving frown crossed her face. “Spike,” she said, lighting her horn. The pole lifted out of the ground. The horseshoes did not fall off, but remained stuck to it. Attached to its base was a large device made of coiled wires. “The lab's electromagnet is not a toy. You need to ask before you borrow any scientific equipment.”

Spike grinned sheepishly and coughed into his claw. He glanced at Applejack. “Uh, about that ice cream...”