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// Night - Vexy 
// Story: SpikeDash Group Collab 
// by Vexy 
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	The library was silent except the soft snoring coming from Twilight’s bed, but despite the late hour Spike lay awake, the blanket of his bed lying vacant on the floor. The dragon in question sat next to the window, as if he was waiting for something.

A gentle breeze rolled in from the open window, gently brushing across Spike’s scales. Yet the cold didn’t bother him; he was far too preoccupied with watching the sky. Luna’s moon shined brilliantly, casting long shadows behind the illuminated curtains. The night was perfectly tranquil, and only a few sparse clouds floated across the sky.

And still he waited. He knew he would see it soon. He always saw her at this time when the moon was full. He thought it might be Princess Luna or some other powerful being, or maybe it was all just his imagination. It was difficult to tell when the moon illuminated only silhouettes.

Letting a yawn escape, Spike glanced at the clock. It was getting late. She should have been here by now. Scanning the skies, he could spot only clouds, however. Perhaps she didn’t come every full moon.

Suddenly, a flash of movement caught his attention. From the corner of his eye, a silhouette of a pony darted out of the shadows and into the moonlight.

Instantly, Spike was on his feet, rushing towards the balcony. With his hands on the wooden rail, Spike could only stare upwards in awe as the pony glided gracefully around the night sky.

She fluttered around the moon, drawing artistic circles around the great celestial object and chasing away the thin clouds, leaving the breathtaking sky unblemished.

She looked amazing, and Spike could only gaze in wonder as the stars twinkled and the moon radiated its soft light. The sky was perfect, and it was as if this mysterious pony had made it just for him.

He could almost see the pony’s mane. At first he thought it was red, but then she turned and it suddenly looked yellow, before she looped once again and it was green. Spike was completely captivated by the spectacle.

Spreading her wings, she continued to dance around the serene sky. She looped around the moon, traced the horizon and touched the stars. With each stunning feat, Spike found himself even more riveted by the awe-inspiring display.

Who was this pony?

Glancing behind him at the snoring bed to make sure Twilight was still asleep, Spike took a deep breath and called out into the night as loud as he dared, “Hello.”

But the pony did not hear him. She was surely too far away, and far too absorbed in her graceful dance. She didn’t appear to be in any rush as she glided across the sky.

Once again Spike cleared his throat, forcing Twilight to the back of his mind, “Hello!”

He was sure she must have heard, even from this far away. However, if she had, the pony showed no signs of it.

Before he could call any louder, the pony flew straight into the moon, the brilliant moonlight silhouetting her perfectly. She flared her wings, each individual feather spotlighted, each strand of hair glowing. She looked as if she ruled the moon itself, as if she had overthrown Luna and now ruled over the night.

And then suddenly she was gone.

Before Spike even had the chance to blink, she had disappeared from the night sky. Scanning the horizons once again, he just managed to spot a faint figure darting away again.

Spike sighed and returned to his bed. Perhaps he was never going to find out who that mysterious mare was.

One day, I’ll find out who she is, and then maybe I can dance with her.





Away she flew back to her house, the faint remnants of a blush evident on her face, even in the dim moonlight. Once again, nopony had seen her. No pony, at least.

Rainbow Dash sighed as she landed inside her bedroom. Maybe one day she could tell Spike.

Maybe one day, she could dance with him.