//------------------------------// // Claws - YourNeighborhoodAlicorn // Story: SpikeDash Group Collab // by Vexy //------------------------------// “For buck’s sake, Spike! I might not be strict, but I got rules too! Geez, and it isn’t even a small cut either!” a not-so-happy Rainbow exclaimed, holding in her hooves her teared, prized, trainee Wonderbolt uniform that she had kept since the academy days, with the small leader badge included as well. “Look, I’m sorry alright? It’s not my fault you gave me a super thin fabric suit when I have these bad boys.” Spike raised up his claw, showing the sharpened edges at his fingertips. “Why do I even trust you with the laundry?” Rainbow groaned, resting her head on the small wooden counter in front of her. “Dash, c’mon, don’t be that way. I can… um… go to a costume store and—” “Really? A costume store? You might as well dress me up in a cowcolt suit and make me work with Applejack.” Spike pondered the idea for a second, picturing her dressed as one of Applejack’s cousins out in the desert. Definitely a prank idea, he mentally stated. “Ugh… you know what, it’s fine. I don’t care. Just… ugh. I’ll just take the rest and leave.” Spike looked at her for a moment. “Rainbow, the guilt is gonna kill me, please just let me pay you back in some way.” “I said, I don’t care, alright?” Rainbow reassured him with a menacing stare. He decided to back down, handing Rainbow the rest of her laundry. Without saying a word, she got the small basket and flew out. “No ‘thank you’, huh? I guess I kinda deserve that.” Spike sighed. ~A month later~ “Um… Pinkie…” Rainbow held up the small party cannon that Pinkie had gifted her. “Maybe you should have this.” “Ooooooh, for me?! I love it, Dashie! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” Pinkie wrapped her in a bone-crushing hug, threatening to choke the life out of her. “You’re… welcome.” Pinkie let go, as Dash immediately started gasping for air. “That should be all the presents for now,” Twilight stated, gathering all the used wrapping paper and ribbons and throwing them into the small trashcan. “Wait… I got you something too, Dash.” Spike nervously said, drawing the attention of his six friends as he held a small white box in his claws. “Well, you just gonna stand there or you gonna give it to me?” Dash said, which only make Spike feel much more awkward about this whole situation. He slowly walked over, much to Dash’s dismay, and put the small box on the table in front of him. She rolled her eyes, and opened the box with no hesitation. The contents of the box had an authentic, completely genuine Wonderbolt suit, which had a small pen scribbling of the team leader, Spitfire, along with real flight goggles and a small note attached as well. Upon closer inspection, she saw there was no store tag, meaning it couldn’t have been a fake. The note that was attached said this: Heya, Dash. Your little buddy, Spike, here said that you were in need of a new suit, so I decided to dig one out for you. It’s real, believe me, it is. Heh, I wouldn’t blame you if you try to sell it, you’d probably get a lot of bits for it, and I mean, a lot. We should hang out sometime, I might be strict when I’m training the new blood, but I’m a pretty chill pony otherwise. Meet me in Cloudsdale sometime when I’m not busy, you definitely gotta teach me that Sonic Rainboom of yours. Yours truly, Spitfire. From the look on her face, Spike could tell she was at a loss for words. Her jaw literally hung wide open, as she finished reading the note. Before Spike could say anything, he was immediately tackled to the ground and hugged rather viciously by the blue blur referred to as Rainbow Dash. “Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!” Was the only thing Dash could say as Spike was covered in an onslaught of kisses.