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Helping the Dweeb - Draconian Soul



She just wanted to help him gain the attention of his affection, not become his...

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Ruffled Feathers

Twilight levitated three cups of cocoa towards the table. Spike sat as close as he possibly could to Gilda, smiling widely at her.

“Twilight makes some pretty good cocoa,” Spike said. “She doesn’t really make it that often, but when she does, I always have her put like ten marshmallows in it.” He licked his lips and turned towards Gilda. His grin receded a little when he saw her glare at the cocoa. “Wait, do you not like cocoa? I could always ask Twilight to make something else if you don’t like this!”

Gilda continued staring at the cocoa. “Well, I’m not too big on marshmallows honestly.” She looked at Twilight and pointed a claw in the swirling hot chocolate. “You didn’t put any marshmallows in this, did ya?”

“No,” Twilight responded coldly. “I only put it in Spike’s. I figured you would get your own if you wanted.”

Gilda chuckled. “Great. So you aren’t as dumb as I thought you were then.” Gilda brought the mug towards her beak, downing the hot content almost instantly. She lowered the glass down on the table, ignoring the agitated Twilight in front of her.

“Woah, I thought only I was able to drink something that hot so fast,” Spike said, eyes widening even more. “How’d you do it?”

“Takes a little practice, and learning your limits,” Gilda boasted. “Though, you could say I’m a natural at it. Bet it would take years for the purple pony—”

“Twilight Sparkle,” Twilight said.

“Yeah, Twibutt over hear to be able to drink even a quarter of the mug without burning herself.”

Spike snickered, holding his gut with one hand and the mug with another. “Ha, Twibutt! That’s a good one, Gilda.”

Twilight shot a glance at Spike. His chuckles slowly began to die out, and he cleared his throat, looking away from Twilight.

“So, Gilda, you said that you helped Spike get over his depression, correct?” Twilight asked, sipping some of her drink between conversations. “I can’t thank you enough for helping him with that. It’s not a pretty sight when Spike is upset.”

Gilda nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t want to deal with the constant sobbing and sulking all day, so I kind of twisted his scales. That, and a little drop from the sky probably scared him out of his fear.”

“Yeah, I’ve been told.” Twilight lifted her mug up and sipped it to hide her disdain. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could deal with having such a menace in her library, but she sat and bore it for Spike’s sake.

He was sitting there, rocking and drinking his cocoa in absolute bliss, absolutely delighted that both Gilda and Twilight seemed to be meshing so well with each other. Or at least he was convinced that was the case.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Twilight asked.

“Nothing yet,” Gilda responded. “Mainly just lazing around and looking for somewhere to work. Might try to apply for the weather team here, but that would mean working along a bunch of annoying ponies.”

“We’re not all that bad, you know?” Twilight said. “If you have such a problem with working with a group of them, you could...” Twilight froze, shuddering and then bearing a forced smile. “You could always work here at the library.”

“Great idea, Twilight!” Spike exclaimed, blushing. “We could always use another helping claw, and Gilda has the versatility to get around. She’d be perfect to have around.”

While the two seemed keen on the idea, Gilda gagged, sticking her tongue out. “What, and work in a boring building with nothing but droll books to keep me company. Yeah, no thanks.”

Spike shrugged and brushed it off much better than Twilight did. He noticed that her eyes were twitching slightly. She was trying her best to to not get frustrated with Gilda, but the griffon wasn’t making it easy for he.

He knew as well as anypony what would happen if Twilight got upset, so he tapped Gilda’s side to gain her attention. “You two have already gotten to know each other a little better,” he said with a small grin. “Why don’t we go meet the others now? I’m sure they would like to meet a new friend of mine!”

Twilight’s expression softened. Spike smiled at her, and she smiled back. It was as if she was thanking him with her eyes.

“Yeah, I was getting bored of this place anyways,” Gilda said, stretching and displaying her wings. “The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can finally get a break from you dorks.”

Dorks. That was a new one. Being graced with another nickname made Spike even more giddy, while Twilight seemed to be getting more and more annoyed by it. Setting down her mug, she trotted towards the door and opened it.

“Well, I appreciate you dropping by,” Twilight said, forcing a smile. “You’re... welcome here whenever you want to come and hang out.”

Gilda stopped in front of the door and brushed her bangs. “Yeah, thanks for the offer, egghead, but I don’t think I’ll be dropping by too often. Nice cocoa though.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. If she were any less polite, she would have had the mind to just shout out Good! and slam the door in her face. But then she would never hear the end of it from Spike. He was following Gilda around like a lovesick puppy, something Twilight couldn’t understand but accepted for the moment.

Gilda walked out of the library with Spike trailing behind. He stopped and turned towards Twilight, his arms folded with smug triumph.

“So, care to alleviate that toilet duty for me getting Gilda out of your mane?” he asked.

Twilight rolled her eyes and snickered sarcastically. “Oh har har! Just make sure you two don’t get into any trouble, okay?”

Spike pointed his thumbs up. “Like I said, I got this all under control.”

Spike waved and continued after Gilda. Twilight waved as well, but with more concern. She couldn’t help but worry about Spike. Going from Rarity to Gilda almost instantly? It was a drastic leap, and one she wasn’t quite sure on. Regardless, she let him do what he thought was best for himself, and shut the door.

Spike ran up to Gilda’s side, clenching his hands together.

“So where to next, kid,” she asked. “I’m growing tired of this game of ‘Get Acquainted with the Locals.’”

“I know, I know, but be a little more patient.” Spike grabbed onto Gilda’s back and planted himself on her pillowy shoulders. “Next location is Sweet Apple Acres. It would be a lot shorter if you flew there.”

“Quick and painless? Just my kind of thing.” Gilda flapped her wings and levitated in the air. “How many more of your friends do I have to meet anyways?”

“Oh, just a few more,” Spike reassured her as they soared through the skies, heading towards the next lucky ponies to meet Spike’s new friend.


“Well, that should just about do it!”

One last apple fell into the bucket Applejack had placed below the tree. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled at her handiwork.

“Now this oughta keep the farm fed for a good month, wouldn’t ya say, Winona?”

Winona barked, running around before trying to get to face level with Applejack, attempting to lick her.

“Calm down, girl. I know you’re all excited and all, but ya need to save your energy, otherwise, you might lose your appetite! I can see an apple fritter with your name on it!

Winona wagged her tail and barked constantly, running around Applejack in excitement.

Applejack grabbed Winona and giggled, her dog wasting very little time for the opportunity to lick her master. “You’re easily excitable today. So much energy wound up in a big ol’ ball, huh?”

Winona continued lapping at Applejack’s face, barking with great enthusiasm. This continued for minutes on end, until she saw an unfamiliar shadow looming over them. Winona stopped, her ears perked as she gazed at the sky. Setting herself up in a defensive stance, she flared her teeth and snarled.

“Something wrong, girl?”

Winona didn’t let up, beginning to yelp louder and louder as the creature began to descend. Applejack looked where Winona was growling at, watching in disbelief as a birdlike figure began to descend from the skies.

“What in tarnation?” Winona began to run towards the intruder, before Applejack whistled at her. “Down, Winona! Stay put for now!” Applejack squinted her eyes, trying to make out what Winona could possibly be yapping at.

She shortly got her answer, though the sight was just as shocking. Gently heading towards the ground was Spike riding on top of…

“Gilda?!”

Gilda waved awkwardly as Winona still continued to growl and bark at her.

“Sheesh. You think a mutt like that would have seen a griffon flying around every once in a while, but I guess not.”

Applejack glared at Gilda. “Care ta run that by me that?”

Spike jumped off of Gilda and frantically ran up to Applejack. “Hey, AJ! How ya been?”

“Ah was doin’ alright until that winged lion started spouting things about mah dog.”

Gilda brushed off her bangs. “It’s griffon. Say it with me: grif-fon. I’m sure they taught you that in elementary school, assuming you were smart enough to actually go.”

Spike sighed, tapping Gilda on her side. “Uh, Gilda, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Gilda glared at him. “Why? I thought you were going to make this quick and painless, not drag it out longer than it needs to be.”

Applejack stood confused. “Uh, what is she talkin’ about?”

“I’ll explain it to you in a minute, AJ,” Spike said, turning back towards Gilda. “Right now though, I need to speak with you in private.”

Gilda could see the urgency in Spike’s face. His eyes glistened, making her want to vomit her lunch right then and there. However, she just sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, alright,” Gilda said. “But don’t keep me too long. I have to make friends with the town hick, remember?”

“Yeah, and fat chance that’ll happen,” Applejack retorted, still showing a face of concern.

Gilda stuck a tongue out at her, and followed Spike behind a shade tree. When he was sure they were out of Applejack’s line of hearing, he immediately grabbed her face and pulled her closer, much to Gilda’s disdain.

“You know, if I weren’t so friggin desperate to get you off my back, I’d deck your little face for grabbing me,” Gilda hissed.

“Sorry, Gilda,” Spike said, a small hint of red showing on his face. “But I have to get your attention somehow, otherwise I think you would just decide to look away and ignore most of what I’m saying.”

“It’s because I know what you’re about to say,” Gilda said, “and no, I don’t care what you say, I’m not going to apologize for what I said. If she didn’t want any problems, she would have kept that mutt under control.”

Spike ran a claw down his face. “Look, I understand that you’re frustrated by Winona’s… defensive nature, but you have to at least try to be friendly, otherwise they’ll never know how sweet and awesome my Gilda is!”

Gilda looked at Spike with disdain, holding a claw out. “Okay, let me set the record straight, you little shrimp. First of all, I’m not your anything, so don’t even start talking like that. Second, I never wanted to meet your stupid friends in the first place. You’re the one who wanted me to be all social with them because ‘making friends is so important to you!’”

Spike sighed, leaning against the tree. “Gilda, you’re going to have to try a little bit harder to be social. It’ll do you some good if you actually try and make friends.”

“Oh great, and now I’m being lectured by the kid that was crying like a little filly because his crush didn’t have feelings for him.”

Spike flushed in both embarrassment and frustration. “That’s not the point, Gilda. The point is that you need to at least try to be social, otherwise I’m going to paint your feathers black and white and start calling you Emolda.”

Gilda pressed her claw against her face, trying hard not to laugh at Spike’s pun. Unfortunately, it failed. “You’re lame, you know that? But you got a giggle out of me, so I guess I’ll play along, lest I wanna actually have to dress as that for Nightmare Night.”

Spike smiled. “That’s the spirit! Now let’s hurry up and get back before Applejack start wondering what’s taking so long.”

Gilda shook her head, smirking. “Trust me, kid, I’m pretty sure that what’s-her-face won’t be that upset with me taking all day to show up.”

Gilda and Spike walked back to Applejack. Gilda wasn’t too far off from the truth. Applejack hadn’t wait up for them, and instead focused her attention on bucking some of the trees, seemingly forgetting that Gilda had even insulted her.

“Yo, AJ, we’re back,” Spike called out, waving at her. "Sorry about earlier. Gilda can be a lot to handle at times."

Gilda raised a claw to smack Spike in the back of the head, but restrained herself, deciding to wave instead. "Um, yeah. Guess my feathers were a little ruffled by the dog, I guess."

Applejack looked at Gilda, raising an eyebrow. Winona continue to snarl, but Applejack shook her head, getting Winona to lay off.

"Well, it's alright," Applejack said. "Ah suppose Ah'd be a little antsy if someone's pet started yappin' at me. Though Ah am kinda confused on why you two are hangin' out with each other."

Spike tapped his fingers together, smiling nervously. “Well, it’s kind of a long story—”

“So I’ll shorten it for ya!” Gilda rested her arm against Spike’s head. “See, basically the kid wanted help trying to sweet talk the purple-maned mare, but then got shut down, and now that I buttered him up with some attention yesterday, he’s kinda attached to me.”

Spike’s face went red, and his eyes shot directly towards Gilda. “H-hey! It wasn’t exactly like that!”

Applejack couldn’t help but snicker, coughing and straightening up when Spike glared at her. “Well, that was mighty nice of you, Gilda. Didn’t peg you to have a soft spot for… well… anything really.”

“I don’t have a soft spot for the little twerp,” Gilda said, pressing her claw against his skull harder and harder until he started to cringe a little. “I just didn’t want to hear him crying all day, so I decided to help Spike a little so he would shut up.”

Spike was still a little agitated, but still blushing all the way through. He looked at Applejack, trying to hide his embarrassment and nodded.

“Ah see,” Applejack tapped her chin, then shrugged. “Well, Ah’d love to stay around and talk, but Ah gotta make sure all these apples get back to the farm. Nice knowin’ that Gilda ain’t the sourpuss Ah once thought she was. Though she is still kinda mean spirited. No offense.”

“None taken,” Gilda said, feigning a smile. “I’m just glad to finally get this off my chest. Anyway, I don’t want to bother you while you’re busy. I think we’re done—”

“Are you sure you don’t need any help, Applejack?” Spike asked. “Gilda and I would be happy to help.”

Gilda shot a strong glare at Spike. Her puffing feathers pretty much set the tone of what she wanted to say to him.

“Well, Ah don’t want to burden ya’ll with busy work, so don’t worry ‘bout it,” Applejack said, tipping her hat out of respect. “Me and Winona got this handled.”

Gilda gritted her teeth and wrapped a claw around Spike. “Yeah, little buddy. They can handle this all by themselves. I don’t think they need us intruding on them.”

Spike shook his head. “Nonsense! It’ll be a good way for you guys to get to know each other better. Also, I’m sure you would appreciate this work getting done a lot faster, right?”

Applejack looked at Spike, wide eyed, and then towards Gilda, whose expression was painted with both agitation and worry. Applejack tapped her chin, smirking.

“Ya know, Ah’d actually like that. We have about five buckets full of apples to haul back. Gilda, you can help me take them back while Spike picks up any apple that falls. Sound good?”

Gilda mumbled to herself, trying her best not to show a look of disgust. “Yeah… that sounds just, peachy.”

Applejack chuckled and trotted towards a basket. She lifted it on her back and urged Gilda to follow.

Gilda began to follow Applejack, but not before smacking Spike in the arm with her front talon. “Quick and painless, huh?”

Spike bit his lips and chuckled nervously. “Well, I just thought it would be better if you actually lent a claw to help for a bit. I mean, I’m helping out, too.”

“That wasn’t the point of me meeting your friend,” Gilda snarled. “Do this again and a punch in the arm is going to be the least of your worries.”

Spike gulped, sweating and giving an awkward smile. “Sure thing, Gildy. I won’t do this again.”

Gilda stared at Spike for a few more minutes, and then swiftly turned her head. “Good. And stop calling me that. It’s annoying.”

Spike nodded and followed behind Gilda. When they caught up with Applejack, Gilda grabbed on of the nearby baskets, straining to lift it up.

“Not as light as ya thought it would be?” Applejack asked. “Those apples do put on quite a bit of pounds when they’re stacked up.”

“No, it’s fine,” Gilda said, her voice straining as she lifted the basket. “I got this, no problem.”

Applejack raised her eyebrows. “Are ya sure about that? Cause it looks like ya is havin’ a bit of trouble there.”

Gilda lifted the basket and began to flap her wings. She levitated only inches from the ground, wobbling a little. “I said I got this.”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Alright. Whatever ya say.” Applejack walked towards Spike and leaned into her his ear to whisper. “Yeah, stay close by her. Ah have a feeling she’s going to drop quite a bit.”

Spike snickered and nodded, as he trailed behind Gilda to pick up any apple that she would drop. Gilda did her best to speed through, but ended up lagging behind Applejack. Not only that, but she constantly tilted the basket slightly, causing several of the apples to fall out. Spike happily picked them back up and tossed them into the bucket.

Gilda tilted her head to the side everytime he threw them. “Hey, watch where you’re tossing those, kid!”

Spike continued throwing the apples into the basket. “Relax a little, Gilda. I have a really good throwing arm. I’m not going to hit you!”

And right on cue, the next apple he threw was misaimed and smacked Gilda right in the back of the head. Gilda cringed and let go of the basket, glaring at Spike.

“What the heck!” Gilda shouted. “That hurt, you little brat!”

Spike jolted at the combination of the basket falling to the ground, and Gilda’s yelling. He blushed and began kicking his feet. “Heh, um… you dropped the basket.”

Gilda clenched her fist and gritted her teeth. Her feathers were ruffled and it seemed as if her face was fuming red.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it too much, Gilda,” Applejack said, suppressing her laughter. “Ah’ll just load up some of these apples into mah basket to lighten up the load."

Gilda groaned, folding her arms and puffing her lips. "Yeah, well I don't know why you stacked them so high to begin with."

“Ah did say Ah would carry it if you thought it was too heavy,” Applejack corrected, causing Gilda to flush in embarrassment.

“Yeah, whatever.”

Spike and Applejack helped tote the apples into her basket, leaving Gilda with a partially full basket. Gilda would have been more insulted if not for that fact that she didn’t want to help Applejack out in the first place, so she just took it for what it was worth and carried the bucket. It was much lighter than it was before, but she still couldn’t lift herself off the ground as much as she wanted to. Regardless, she powered through, able to keep up with Applejack a lot easier than before.

“So, Gilda, what brings ya to this part of town?” Applejack inquired. “Got any relatives around here?”

“Actually, she just moved here not too long ago,” Spike said. “I met her just yesterday.”

“Spike, I can speak for myself,” Gilda said, nearly losing her grip on the bucket. “I didn’t want to stay in that lame apartment I used to stay in, so I decided to go somewhere quiet where I could be left alone. But of course, I couldn’t even be given that.”

She shot a glance at Spike, giving him a intensive glare. She still couldn't make out why he was smiling and blushing like a bafoon. Whatever the reason, she wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face.

Keyword "wanted". For some reason Spike's annoying nature started to grow on her. She couldn't help but wear a faint smile when watching his childlike innocence.

"So, how are ya likin' the town, Gilda? "

Gilda's head snapped back towards Applejack. "Huh?"

"Ah mean, are ya likin' the town alright? Ah personally think it's the best town in Equestria. Not much of the hustle and bustle of the city.'

"Eh, it's alright," Gilda said. "Though at the city, there is much more to do."

"Ah guess Ah can understand that. Where'd ya live before ya came here?"

Spike's eyes widened. "You know, I want to know that to. Was it somewhere like Manehatten? Fillypelphia? Los Pegasus?"

Both Gilda and Applejack gave Spike a confused look.

"Okay, maybe that last one was a stretch." Spike chuckled, picking up the apples that were still tumbling out of the basket.

"Where do most griffins live, dweeb?" Gilda waited for Spike to respond, but after what felt like hours, she sighed and gave the answer. "I'm from the Griffin Empire, alright?"

“Makes a whole lick of sense to me,” Applejack said. “What part? Ah can safely say Ah know very little about the Empire myself.”

Gilda frowned, remaining silent for a while.

Spike looked up at her with concern in his eyes. It wasn’t like her to shift into a melancholy griffon so quickly. “Gilda, you alright?”

Gilda quickly straightened her face. “Eh, it’s nothing really. I don’t really feel like talking about it much.”

“You sure, Gildy… erm… Gilda?” Spike asked. “I mean, we’re all ears if you need to—”

When Gilda glared at Spike this time, it was filled with fiery venom. It pierced through his soul, and distilled fear for the griffon for the first time since they met.

Spike gulped. “Or, we can just leave the subject alone. Whatever works best for you!”

Gilda snorted and regained her focus on the task at hand. “And I assume that you’ve been here for most of your life?”

Applejack nodded. “Eeyup! Ever since Ah was a tiny filly, me and mah siblings have lived on this farm. When we get done haulin’ the apples, we can sit down and Ah’ll introduce ya to the family.”

Spike smiled. “We’d love to, Applejack! I’m sure she’d like to—” His eagerness got the best of him yet again. He quickly covered his mouth and looked up at Gilda, his eyes telling her that he was sorry for speaking out for her.

Gilda rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that actually.”

Spike’s eyes widened.

“It wouldn’t hurt to get to know your family a little bit. Plus, I know it’s gonna make Spike happy if I try to be ‘social’ for once.”

Spike couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He felt like leaping and giggling with glee right there, though he was certain that she would change her mind if Gilda felt embarrassed by him.

“Ah think that would be good for ya, actually,” Applejack said with a smile. “Ah’m all willing to forgive and forget that little incident ya had a few years back. You’re workin’ that off right now anyways!” Applejack chuckled.

Gilda raised an eyebrow. “I’m what now?”

Spike chuckled. “She’s just joking, Gilda. Calm down a little.”

Gilda groaned. Her balance with the basket was more steady, and eventually, none of the apples were falling out of the basket. Gilda liked to believe it was because she was finally getting a grip of the annoying basket, however both Spike and Applejack knew it was because most of it had been switched to Applejack’s basket.

They carried conversations briefly with each other as they carried the rest of the baskets towards the barn. Spike was surprised how well Gilda was taking the busy work. He was well prepared for the likely outcome of her just gripping and being mean spirited about everything. However, she was taking the gathering surprisingly well. She even tried to hold a conversation with Applejack all on her own.

Spike smiled smugly while she wasn’t looking. Everything is going well. he thought to himself. All I have to do is get her on good terms with everypony else and things will be golden! His blushing intensified, and he held his head down lower. But should I tell her? What would she think? She’d probably think I was just some weirdo that has a crush on her. Then again, I think she already thinks I’m a weirdo.

Spike took a deep breath, speeding up to stand next to Gilda. She glanced at him and smirked. “I thought you were supposed to be trailing behind to make sure I didn’t drop anything.”

“Yeah, well I figured that you had the hang of it already, so I don’t need to stand behind you,” Spike said. “Not a single apple has dropped since the first basket.”

Gilda smirked. “Really?”

“Yeah. I think you’re doing just fi— OWW!”

Gilda laughed as a ripe, hard apple dropped on top of Spike’s head. He rubbed his scales and groaned.

“Oops! Looks like I dropped one,” Gilda said, sticking her tongue out. “Guess you’ll have to make sure you do your job right.”

Spike glared at Gilda. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Gilda just whistled and continued carrying the basket, ignoring Spike’s question. He couldn’t do anything but just grin and bear it, which he was perfectly comfortable doing.

“GIlda, could ya try not to waste mah apples?” Applejack requested. “We need most of these for our bakery sale later this week.”

“Huh, so you’re planning on making some kind of desserts with these?”

Applejack nodded. “That’s right! Apple dumplings, fritters, pies, and all the works. We even have some leftover fritters if ya like.”

Gilda shook her head. “Nah. I don’t like apples much. I prefer pears over any fruit really.”

Applejack stopped, and turned towards Gilda, putting the basket towards the barn. “Really? Ah think pears taste a little bad myself. They just don’t have the same kick as apples, ya know?”

Gilda set the last bucket of apples down by Applejack’s and snickered. “I’d expect that from someone who grew up around the things.” Gilda looked at the shiny apple, and then let it drop back into the bucket. “Anyways, are we done now?”

Applejack nodded. “As far as Ah can tell, we got done a lot faster than Ah would have by myself. ‘Preciate the help, Gilda.”

Gilda brushed her bangs and shrugged. “Like I said, only doing this to shut the kid up.” She looked at Spike, who was grinning from ear to ear. “Not that I care what he thinks about my decisions, though.”

Applejack smiled. “Sure. Whelp, Ah’m goin’ in to alert the family that we’re going to have guest. How about you guys stay over for lunch, and we’ll fix ya something nice. Ah even got some leftover pie just waiting for ya, Spike.”

Spike began to salivate. “Thanks, Applejack!"

"Not a problem, bud. You're welcome to some lunch as well, Gilda. I'm sure we can scrounge up somethin' non appley for ya."

Gilda shot a look at Spike. There was that dopey smile again. It’s as if someone stretched his mouth out and forced it to smile. That or he actually had that look painted on his face at will. Whatever the case, it was becoming dangerously contagious. She had to fight the smile that was creeping onto her.

“Yeah, why not,” Gilda said. “Free food is free food afterall.”

Spike squeezed Gilda’s neck, causing both confusion between her and Applejack. “Nice! I’m sure you’ll like what Applejack has in store. She's a really good cook!"

Applejack chuckled. "Aw come on. Ah'm not that good at cooking really. Ah just do some of the baking, s'all."

"Still some of the best baking I've ever had."

"Well, if ya think that way, Ah might have a little somethin' extra for ya."

Spike's lips were moist, tongue lolling out. "Great! I can't wait to chow down! Come on, Gildy! Oops. I mean, 'Gilda'."

Spike followed Applejack in the house, starting to talk to her. Gilda just stood there, bemused and dazed. Why was Spike being so clingy all of a sudden? Had she really left that much of an impression on him that he had imprinted on her? His actions, while charming, were starting to get a tad tiring for her. She blew her bangs out of her eyes and sighed.

“Note to self: next time I find a crying kid in the middle of the day, just let the little twerp wallow.”

Comments ( 64 )

4577544 the world thanks you :pinkiehappy:

Side note: Jesus spike just went from one obsession to another. One would think that the whole rarity situation would teach him to not go bat-shit insane over a crush. Oh well, this story is still cute and funny as hell so BRING FORTH THE UPDATES!

Spike's still crushing hard. Next: summon the Pinkie :pinkiecrazy:

(fist pump) YES:rainbowdetermined2:

4577544 YAY! Can't wait for that scene to happen!:moustache:

But, Spike's biggest challenge we most likely be the meeting with Rainbow Dash:rainbowderp:. Can't wait!:twilightsmile:

I gota admit when I saw the new chapter I squealed like a little girl lol

Good to see you back dude.

Anyway, that's Spike for you always trying his hardest in everything he does. Though it could tough on Glida since he's working so hard to get his friends to accept her before he tries to put the moves on her.

Damnation, Spike's obsessed with Gilda!:moustache: No offense (it's been a while, maybe I need to read some previous chapters), but he's trying so hard to make her friends it's kinda weird. If I was Gilda, I would slap him for keeping me like that.:twilightangry2:

Let me tell you a story, once upon a time, there was a lonely FimFiction user who had found this story and started reading it, after reading the first and possibly last chapter he had lost it in the depths that is the internet. And now after he was reunited with the story, he was happy to see that it was being continued, for it really is an excellent story.

Emolda? As in Emolga reference

I'm liking this Gilda.

Gilke? Never seen this shipping pair before. You've intrigued me sir, I will have to give it a read. :twilightsmile:

AL

Its back !!!!!! :''D

4578340 I prefer "Spilda" myself. Even if that does sound like a brand of paper towel. :facehoof:

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Spilda, the only brand to be tear proof and fire proof.

4577544 Love Gilda, I just love her.:twilightsmile:

4577544 DAAAAWWWWW! How sweet! Even a staunch Sparity fan can't deny the utter cuteness of this picture!

Anyways... Chapter!
Ok, I love the Gilda VS Twilight part. Many writers turn Gilda instantly nice, but you keep her exactly the way we remember her: A complete jerkward. Love how she clashes with the cast and how her mischief resonates with Spike's flair for jokes and silly names.
The part with Applejack was fine as well. Personalities were IC and I like the idea of her liking pears.
Now, Gilda, watch out, or you might end up liking Spike back :raritywink:
Keep up the good writing! I really enjoyed this chapter

Maybe Spike should tell Gilda why is she acting like a jerk.

I am so glad that this finally updated. Spilda is my favorite shipping and there are so few fanfics pairing them that whenever I see one updated I get so nervouscited.

What's this? :derpyderp1: A new chapter! I've been waiting for this for a long long long long....*10 years later* long time! :pinkiehappy:

Gilda shook her head. “Nah. I don’t like apples much. I prefer pears over any fruit really.”

Applejack stopped, and turned towards Gilda, putting the basket towards the barn. “Really?...”

First, I've read: Applejack stopped, and turned towards Gilda, pulling out a baseball bat. “Really?...” :ajbemused:

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I just joined today and I've been wait for the new chapter along time ago! :yay:

I give it 11 pinkie pies out of ten:pinkiecrazy:

Writing game too strong.

The meeting with Twilight and Gilda was very awkward, but I know she done her best to be polite toward the gryphon for the sake of Spike. :twilightsmile: Also, at least AJ was a little bit more friendlier toward her.

I love it, I love it, I LOVE IT!!!!!!!! MORE PLEASE!!!!:heart:

Still adorable, but Gilda might be getting a biiit too Gilda-y. She pretty much goes out of her way to be a total bitch at every opportunity, rather than just being rude.

Damn Gilda can't see what hell in front of her face or what?

4621585 damn indeed maybe see never had a Griffin guy or dragon like her before:applejackunsure:

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There's the fact that she probably expects him to act like he did to Rarity when he first saw her. It would make sense, considering Gilda helped Spike with confessing, not pretending he didn't like her.

if you don't mind me asking good sir! When will the next chapter be up?:moustache:

The last line :rainbowlaugh:

are we going to be seeing a update anytime soon?

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So that gives Twilight full right to be rude? Besides that, it was officially Spike's pet. He can do with it as he saw fit.

Damn I could just imagine Twilight wanting to levitate knives behind Gilda's head during their conversation.:rainbowlaugh:

Way-Hay the meeting with Applejack didn't turn into a shit-storm...yet...:applejackconfused:

You really need to update this, I'm loving this story!!!

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It might just be bandwidth problems. that, or it's time to get a new one.

such a great story! it made me laugh, cringe and just facepalm XD
cant wait for the next chapter since i want to see if he will finally score XD

Update please

This story is awesome! The only sad part is looking when the last update was made :fluttercry:

....no more chapters? Damn... I guess I have to wait.... And since the last one was about a year ago, I might be waiting for a while...:ajsleepy:

Is that it :(

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