//------------------------------// // Prank - Vexy // Story: SpikeDash Group Collab // by Vexy //------------------------------// Spike flew over Sweet Apple Acres, searching for his prey. The Ponyville clock in the distance chimed eleven o’clock. If luck was with him, he’d catch Rainbow Dash while she was napping on one of Applejack’s apple trees. That was the best opportunity he had for what he had in mind. “Nopony has ever pranked Dashie before.” the familiar voice of Pinkie Pie reminded him. “Well, nopony except me, of course!” Spike licked his lips. That was going to change today. Spike had a prank in mind, and he had his eyes set on Rainbow Dash. There was no way she was going to escape this one. A flash of rainbow in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Swerving around, he spotted a familiar sight on one of the apple trees. Flying closer, the rest of Rainbow Dash came into view. The sight was almost serene: Rainbow Dash was lying on her front, her head buried into her hooves. She looked adorable as she snored softly, although Spike knew she would kill him if he dared say that aloud. He focused on the task at hand, reaching for the pot of glue he had tied to his waist. With the grace of a ninja, Spike slowly glided over to Rainbow Dash’s branch. Placing one claw on the branch above her, he tested its strength. The branch didn’t even creak under his weight. He was thankful he wasn’t yet hulking over anypony. Silently, he set to work. “Rainbow Dash!” a voice called. The pegasus in question moaned in response and desperately clutched at her quickly vanishing dreams. “C’mon, Dash! You said you’d race me. You promised!” “Okay, okay!” she sighed, peeling open her eyes. “I’m awake! Just give me a moment.” “You’ve been lying there moaning for almost five minutes!” Dash looked down from her branch on her apple tree to see a dragon impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. “Jeez, Spike. You exaggerate more than Rarity.” “I’ve been watching the clock,” Spike replied, pointing to the clock tower in the distance. It wasn’t even the afternoon yet. “You guys wake up so early,” she grumbled. “But I’m willing to look past that for a race.” She hopped down from the branch and walked up to Spike with a wide grin. “So what makes you think you stand a chance?” “You’ve just woken up. I’ve been up since dawn. You’re tired, and I’m not. I favor my chances.” Dash couldn’t help but snicker as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. “Oh, you wanna bet?” “I’m down for bets,” Spike replied. “Ten bits?” “Ten bits and whoever loses has to do a dare,” Dash challenged. Spike raised his eyebrows, and she could have sworn a flicker of uncertainty flash through his emerald eyes. “Twenty bits,” he countered. “And whoever loses has do whatever the other wants for the rest of the day.” “That’s so dumb,” Dash laughed. “You’re on!” “So from here, east over Sweet Apple Acres, through Ghastly Gorge, then round the edge of Ponyville. Think you can remember all that?” “Heh. Don’t come crying to me when you lose.” Spike flashed his sharp teeth at her as he grinned. “You’re so on.” “Alright. You ready?” “I was the one waiting for you, remember?” Spike reminded her. Dash couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Okay. Three. Two. One. GO!” She wasn’t quite sure what happened next. One moment she was racing with Spike, and the next her whole world was dark, and there was a horrible taste on her tongue. “Blegh!” she cried, getting up from the ground, spitting mud from between her teeth. “What the hay?” She tested her wings, but found that she couldn’t move them. She turned her neck to get a good view of her wings, but they seemed to just be stuck to her body. Meanwhile, Spike was crying with laughter. “What’s the big deal?” she yelled. “My wings won’t move. They’re all stiff or something!” This only seemed to make the dragon laugh even harder. Dash frowned and glared at him. “This isn’t funny,” she hissed. “What did you do?” “I think this means I win?” he snickered. “What did you do!?” Dash shouted. “You cheated!” “Hey, I just glued your wings.” Spike shrugged. “Looks like you have to do whatever I say for the whole day.” He rubbed his claws together schemingly. “You… you pranked me!” Dash gasped, the realization dawning on her. Her haunches buckled beneath her and she fell down onto her flank. “I don’t believe it.” “Pinkie said you’ve never been pranked by anypony but her. Guess that isn’t the case now,” Spike replied smugly. “Actually loads of ponies have pranked me before. Pinkie told you that so you would prank me.” “Wait. So Pinkie tricked me?” “Yep,” Dash sighed. Spike frowned, rubbing a claw under his chin. “Well, since you have to do anything I say, I say our first plan of action should be to get Pinkie back.” Dash rolled her eyes. Today was going to be an interesting day. The clock chimed midday.