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It’s not easy being the only dragon in a town full of fickle, forgetful ponies.

Spike’s day is not off to a good start. Twilight is in micromanagement mode and it seems every pony is at least a little crazier than usual today. He’ll try to push through like always, but the population of Ponyville isn't going to make it easy for him.

Gore tag for a possibly cringe worthy pie eating competition.

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Comment posted by Erik the Enigma deleted Mar 18th, 2014

This was great! I loved the pie eating flashback... :pinkiehappy:

Great story. Love how you explained several going ons in Ponyville with this fic's logic.:twilightsmile:

Spike had a great presence and everyone kept true to character...especially Pinkie:pinkiehappy:

Hope to see more of this...so long as it doesn't interfere with the Wheel and Butterfly.:twilightsheepish:

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I liked but I don't think it will do any good. Soon you will be horded with dislikes

and then you will be labeled as a bad comment, and everyone will hate you

You just earned yourself a follower:ajsmug:

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Thanks! Glad you liked it! :pinkiehappy:

4099246 NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

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And now it's gone... :rainbowhuh: Presumably killed by the comment maker...

4099419 YEEEEESSS!!! *sob* I don't want to be hated. :fluttercry:

I would have just given Twilight one of AJs pies. That would have solved Spikes problem

<silently takes of glasses and stares at what I read>

"this, this is....."

<sister walks in>

"Spike-ify it, what are you talkin' about."

"Oh, uhh, nothin', I'm just...... You wanna go get some ice cream."

"YEAH, wow Spike-ify it, you seem awfully cheery today."

"huh, oh yeah, I just got some....good news today."

<walks into sunset with sister>

Perhaps a few too many reference jokes, but overall a fun little story. :moustache:

“I schedules several dozen nap times ranging from 30 seconds to 2 minutes all across the day!” Twilight said excitedly. “You’ll catch up on your missing hours in no time!”

I love when Twilight utterly fails at common sense. :rainbowlaugh:

Twilight nodded. “You’re running a little late, but you can grab 28 point 5 seconds of sleep if you pass out right now.”

:facehoof:

Twilight glanced up at Spike. “You’ll need to be faster than that if you want to catch your next two minute nap,” she informed.

OR, the lazy twat could use her super powerful alicorn magic to get it herself...

“Ooops! Sorry, Spike!” Twilight called out. “I forgot I have a pet owl who can fly and fetch books from me.”

That ain't all she forgot. :ajbemused:

“Could you get me my copy of Things Starswirl the Bearded Said While He Was Really, Really Drunk?” Twilight asked.

"And hit me over the head with it? Repeatedly?"

“Ooops! Sorry, Spike,” Twilight said. “I forgot I could use magic to levitate it to me for a second.”

:facehoof:

Lab Supplies and Carpet Emporium

Oh, Ponyville. You and your bizarre stores that make no logical sense. :rainbowlaugh:

Pie Club

The first rule of Pie Club: you don't talk about Pie Club.

Applejack nodded as blood began to trickle from small lacerations on her face, “That would be all the broken glass and metal shavings in the pie…”

...

“WHAT?!” Spike exclaimed. “Why would you put those things in a pie?!”

“Well, I wanna win, of course!” Applejack said.

“What kind of club is this?!”

The kind of club you don't talk about.

“I’ll go over the rules one more time. The first rule of Pie Club is, You do not talk about PIE CLUB! The second rule is, You DO NOT talk about Pie Club!

:rainbowlaugh: CALLED IT!! :rainbowlaugh:

Dat Pie Club scene... :twilightoops:

“You know…” Applejack said trailing off. “I’m not really suppose’ to say…”

“Oh…” Spike replied. “Then why did you just tell me that whole story about your secret, underground, Pie Fight Club where ponies feed each other pies full of sharp objects and stuff?”

Applejack smacked a forehoof against her forehead, “Stupid honest streak…” she mumbled out.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! :rainbowlaugh:

“Welp, you killed granny,” Applejack said nonchalantly. “Here, help me make it look like an accident.”

Wat

“I’m not dead!” Granny Smith cried.

Spike breathed a sigh of relief. “She says she’s not dead,” he exclaimed.

“Don’t be silly granny, of course ye're dead!” Applejack replied.

Wat

“A.J.,” Spike said, “what the heck are you doing?”

“She wants to collect the life insurance policy she took out on me,” Granny Smith informed from the floor.

Wat

“Are ye sure yer not dead? Passed on? No more? Ceased to be? Expired and gone to meet yer maker? A stiff? Bereft of life? Resting in peace?”

“I don told ya already, I’m not dead!”

“Maybe just a little dead?” Applejack asked in a hopeful tone.

:facehoof:

..... @ Spike's rant. :rainbowderp:

“Whahahahyeeeeeeeeeee!?” Spike cried as bright, orange flames continued to consume the farmhouse.

“Well, money problems solved, I guess,” Granny Smith said.

Applejack nodded. “Eeyup.”

I cannot facehoof enough for this.

“Well, now that Trenderhoof is no longer, shall we say, the apple of my eye, would you like to help me fill that new void?”

Oh, this will NOT end well.

Spike knitted his grow together. “Hipsterdouche?” he asked.

Rarity nodded. “Hipsterdouche,” she parroted back to Spike.

Spike paused. “… Do you ever get the feeling some ponies really resented having a child and show it through the names they pick?

Well, that's ONE explanation for Hayseed Turniptruck...

“Oh, and do please reduce your seething quaking to a light tremble,” Rarity said. “Wouldn’t want to tear the posters~!”

Wow, bitch mode engaged.

Coco nodded as she took the scarf into her hoofs, “Sorry, Mr. Douche. Right away, Mr. Douche.” She looked down at the garment in her hands, “Well… this is 100 bits, easily…”

Oh, Coco. Manehattan finally got to you. :fluttershysad:

“Oh Spike! I’m torn!” Rarity cried. “Do I add this to the table as is, or do I first stick it in my own mouth?! Savoring the exquisite flavor of Hipsterdouche’s saliva while ruining the perfectly left shape of an item that was touched by his very teeth!”

Yyyyyeah Rarity needs a shrink.

“THE NERVE OF THAT UNICORN!” Spike shouted to the sky as he continued to pull his red wagon across Ponyville. “SOMETIMES I COULD JUST WALK RIGHT UP, HOLD OUT MY CLAWS, AND GENTLY CARESS HER CHEEK AS I LOOK LONGINGLY INTO HER SAPPHIRE BLUE EYES AND WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS TO HER!”

Aaaaaand so does Spike.

A purple mare with a reddish brown mane tied up in a braid pulled a face at Spike as if she was simultaneously apologizing and wincing at the same time. “Sorry… just sold the last one to that pink mare who is happy beyond all reason. Uh… what’s her name…” The mare frowned. “Oh, Celestia, do I have amnesia?! No wait, it’s Pinkie Pie!” the mare said with a smile.

Spike pulled his lips out in a panicked grimace. Alright, being late is one thing, but being late without anything to show for it means being yelled at and a frantic Twilight! I gotta catch Pinkie…

He didn't stop to ask if it was the last carpet or the last lab supplies?

Somepony at work asked me if the carpet matched the drapes

...that joke doesn't work with ponies. Like, at all. :ajbemused:

“DON’T FIGHT THE PROBING! IT ONLY MAKES IT HURT WORSE!”

Oh, Pinkie. :pinkiecrazy:

wilight’s looked down in concern. “Spike, you don’t look so good… maybe you should get some air…”

“Tha…thaat swoound liike a goold idea…”

“… in the kitchen.” Twilight finished. “The CMC are coming over for ‘Twilight Time’ and I need you to whip up a snack.”

This would be the point at which any sensible dragon would burn off every single hair on Twilight's head.

“IS THAT A FRESH BATCH OF GARBAGE NACHOS?!” The two heard Pinkie cry from outside. “Looks like everything’s coming up Pinkie Pie!”

Thanks. You just gave me a mental image of Pinkie eating garbage, and throwing up, and her vomit is a second Pinkie Pie. Now I'm going to have nightmares about ponies puking up ponies. :pinkiesick:

“I’M TRYING NOT TO BE EATEN BY A MULTI-TENTACLE, OWL MONSTER!” Twilight cried as a giant, tan and brown, round, large eyed, bird monster attempted to pull her into its large beak via the dozens of long, snakelike tentacles it had wrapped around her appendages and wings. Twilight’s horn and the tentacles glowed purple as the alicorn struggled to pull them off her and keep her from being pulled into his beak.

Welp, one less crazy pony to worry about!

“So once again, you need your number one slave to clean up one of your messes,” Spike said in a huff.

“SPIKE! I MIGHT DIE HERE! WHY ARE YOU BRINGING THIS UP NOW?!” Twilight cried as the tentacles began to drag her closer to the maw of the owl beast.

“Well, when else are we going to talk about it!?” Spike cried as he threw his hands to the side.

Awesome. :rainbowlaugh:

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Glad you enjoyed it for the most part. :rainbowlaugh:

Yeah, I knew the carpet/drape thing was kinda a stretch, but at least it got Pinkie involved a little more. :pinkiehappy:

Oh Spike... The things you put up with...!

My first thought is...Spike would dominate, buckin' DOMINATE at Pie Club, as he ingests shards of sharp, pokey things already and in great volume.

let me gues she will forget about the day right after next day yes? deadly fumes? well thats good for? the Muffin Police:trixieshiftright:

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I considered an ending where Spike showed up, consumes Applejack's pie without flinching and presents his own that has shards of the lab equipment he had picked up that day, but it seemed a little grim. :twilightblush:

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I'd see it more as Spike showing up, eating every pie and winning through sheer intimidation, his pie wouldn't even need anything dangerous, I doubt anyone would call his bluff. Heck, he could just make it super spicy

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Huh that's an idea that doesn't require a scene at the hospital for A.J....

I'm thinking of doing a bonus chapter or offshoot story where I cover Pinkie buying her carpet from Panic Station and the two make an increasingly big, panicky deal over it. Maybe I can think of something with the Pie Club too, where Spike does eat all the pies, then sits with his own, and gives everypony this knowing, smug look that fakes them out and causes them to cry "Medic" even though he's baked a (mostly) perfectly good pie.

Of course I can also introduce Pinkie somehow. Apparently it's not much of a stretch that she can eat rocks... not that anything was much of a stretch with Pinkie to begin with...

I want to huggle Panic Station but I'm afraid that if I did she'd have an adorable heart attack. And that would make me have a real heart attack.

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Wanting to huggle her seems like a pretty appropriate reaction.

When I was thinking about her colors I decided to user pony creator to see what she might look like. The result is very hugable to me.

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Welp, you killed granny,” Applejack said nonchalantly. “Here, help me make it look like an accident.”
“It WAS an accident!” Spike said in a panicky tone.
Applejack chuckled and winked at Spike. “Oh, hehe… I getcha…”
“I’m not dead!” Granny Smith cried.
Spike breathed a sigh of relief. “She says she’s not dead,” he exclaimed.
“Don’t be silly granny, of course ye're dead!” Applejack replied.
Spike cocked an eyebrow at the orange mare.
“I’m not!” Granny Smith insisted.
“Well, you will be soon, you’re very ill,” Applejack replied.
“I’m getting better!” Granny Smith said.
“No you’re not, you’ll be stone dead in a moment!” Applejack insisted.
“A.J.,” Spike said, “what the heck are you doing?”
“She wants to collect the life insurance policy she took out on me,” Granny Smith informed from the floor.
“Well, it’s been a tough harvest!” Applejack insisted. “Are ye sure yer not dead? Passed on? No more? Ceased to be? Expired and gone to meet yer maker? A stiff? Bereft of life? Resting in peace?”
“I don told ya already, I’m not dead!”
“Maybe just a little dead?” Applejack asked in a hopeful tone.
Granny Smith glared up at her granddaughter. “Applejack, if Ah were dead, how do ya t’ink Ah’d be able to talk to ya?” she said.
Applejack sighed. “Fine, we’ll just have to come up with the money some other way,” she said as she helped her grandmother to her feat.

That sounds like it was from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

I’M TRYING NOT TO BE EATEN BY A MULTI-TENTACLE, OWL MONSTER!” Twilight cried as a giant, tan and brown, round, large eyed, bird monster attempted to pull her into its large beak via the dozens of long, snakelike tentacles it had wrapped around her appendages and wings. Twilight’s horn and the tentacles glowed purple as the alicorn struggled to pull them off her and keep her from being pulled into his beak.

It's like the Opal Crab from Discord Whooves.

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It's actually two Monty Python Sketches, it starts out Holy Grail and goes dead parrot by the end.

Crazy fun!:moustache::twilightblush:

How has Panic Station even SURVIVED this long? :rainbowhuh:

And talk about the crazy leading the crazy. :rainbowlaugh:

Pasturedamus... Now that's a good pun.

*inhaaale*

*exhaaale*

That was not only hilarious, but borderline therapeutic. I think the best part was actually Spike's input on his own life debt mishaps.

For a long stretch, though, I wasn't sure if this fic was influenced by the genuine crap Spike puts up with or if it was just making fun of common "Spikefag" complaints, such as knee-jerk accusations of speciesism, or the idea that Twilight is so reliant on Spike that she can't do anything without him. In other words, I wasn't sure if I should upvote this for being wonderfully hysterical work of art, or downvote it for being an obnoxiously sarcastic piece of shit.

Regardless of certain factors, I decided to click th - Oooo, bonus chapter!

4106776 Have Spike huggle her. He deserves it, and Obselescence has a blog post reasoning out how he doubles as a self-insert.

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Pasturedamus

Hah! I forgot I even made that one.

Anyhow, it's commentary on the show itself and what Spike has to put up with there, not really what fans say about Spike or a dig at any particular group of fans. :moustache:

This is sound soooooo insane... but so insane... that... that is good. Please, do Panic Station appear more, yes?:pinkiehappy:

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Glad you enjoyed her. I would like to write a little something with her again at some point. :twilightsmile:

Good story.

“No, that’s his name, dearie.”

Spike knitted his grow together. “Hipsterdouche?” he asked.

Rarity nodded. “Hipsterdouche,” she parroted back to Spike.

I think you ment Brow.

I started reading this with a Spike themed music going and then the playlist just seemed to go so well with your story. Good story and Hope that Twilight actually goes through with her statements.

Station spent most her time staring at the door to the ship and fretting about what might come through.
Think you ment Shop.
It could be waiting for one of us to touch us and that’s when it wraps itself around us!”
Think you ment IT.
But other than that it was funny.

“IS THAT A FRESH BATCH OF GARBAGE NACHOS?!” The two heard Pinkie cry from outside. “Looks like everything’s coming up Pinkie Pie!”

Why'd you turn Pinkie Pie into Zoidberg?:pinkiesad2:

If that's not aggressive negotiations I don't know what is

Gore tag for a possibly cringe worthy pie eating competition

A Pie-eating competition... between dragons...

*All of Pinkie's family is messily devoured... except Maud... who eats the dragons... because rocks...*

:pinkiecrazy:

4099438 *Alondro injects a large syringe of purified, concentrated, distilled Hatriol into your veins!* The hate now LITERALLY flows through you! :pinkiecrazy:

5268035 DUUUUUUUUDE, you should try this hat stuff, it's pretty great~!!!

5268071 5268035 I hate you all. :ajbemused:


TEEHEE!

~Crystalline Electrostatic~
2:2_2/9/2017

What in the world is this... having a day like that?

Must be Tuesday.

This is true beauty.
Gorgeous prose in its purest form.

7935540 It's everyday for me it seems

Why does reading what seems to the inner torment of someone feel so entertaining?

Isn't this just a normal Tuesday, though? :rainbowhuh:

What? Why are you looking at me like that? :derpytongue2:

This chapter has something of a Patch Adams vibe. Very nice.

Pinkie, stop playing on the panicky mare's insecurities.

There's no sport in it.:derpytongue2:

You fat cats didn't finish your plankton

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