The Romantic Adventures of Spike Drake

by HeySpike

First published

When Spike Drake starts to attend Canterlot High School, he somehow attracts every female in attendance.

Spike Drake is a fifteen year old high school student who transferred to Canterlot High School. It is not long until he catches the eyes of almost every female student in the school, especially seven extraordinary girls who all fall for him at the same time. Not only that, but some of the female faculty of the school develop feelings for him as well. The question is will he be able to handle all of the attention that the girls and women at CHS give him or not?

Inspired by both The Girls of My Life and Ladies Man On Campus by Wildcard25.

Chapter 1: The New Student

View Online

It was a bright and sunny day in the marvelous city of Canterlot. However, there was something new occurring quite a distance away from the city. About ten miles away from the tall skyscrapers stood an exquisite building that was rectangular shaped: Canterlot High School. There was no other high school like it. If someone ever wanted to understand true friendship, Canterlot High is the best place to find it. Walking up to the main staircase leading to the front doors was a fifteen year old boy. He had peach-colored skin, green hair with spikes and light green eyes. For his attire he wore a purple hoodie with a green shirt underneath, blue jeans and purple shoes lined with white fronts and green shoe laces. This boy was known as Spike Drake. He was an only child of two loving parents, his father, David Drake, and his mother, Mary Drake. Spike and his parents had just moved to Canterlot from Manehattan because his father got a better job offer at Nightwalker Technology Incorporated, one of the best technology corporations in the world.

Spike stopped walking when he was halfway up the stairs, feeling slightly nervous about entering a new school. He was mainly nervous about meeting new teenagers since he grew up without making any friends because he was often a little shy when it came to meeting other kids. Little did he know that his life was about to change for the better. Gathering up his courage, Spike continued to climb the stairs until he reached the doors and went inside the school. When he first walked through the doors, he passed by two girls who were sitting on a bench. The girl who was dressed in a light yellow dress and had hair that was a mix of blue and pink was named Sweetie Drops, although she was often nicknamed Bon-Bon. The second girl who wore a pink tank top shirt, really short lime green shorts, white tennis shoes and had mint colored hair was named Lyra Heartstrings. Both girls were supporting a C-cup rack size. Lyra and Bon Bon had been besties ever since the sixth grade and have never drifted apart as the years flowed on by. When Spike walked by them, they both stopped short and looked back at him in surprise.

“Lyra, look! It’s a new kid!” Bon Bon spoke in delight.

“Yeah and a really cute one,” Lyra nodded in agreement.

Spike later passed by three more girls. The first girl was named Twinkleshine and she wore a light blue shirt and light pink skirt with matching shoes and knee socks and had hot pink hair. The second girl was called Minuette and she wore a light purple shirt, a navy blue skirt and long boots that matched the color of her shirt. The third girl was identified as Lemon Hearts who wore a light green athletic shirt, teal athletic pants, and dark green shoes and had cerulean colored hair. Just like Lyra and Bon Bon, the three girls also supported a C cup rack. When they caught sight of him, their faces all turned crimson and they gave him bedroom eyes.

“O...M...Goodness! A new boy on school grounds!” Twinkleshine beamed.

“What a hottie!” Minuette giggled.

“I hope he’s single!” Lemon Hearts put in.

Spike hardly took notice of the chattering from the girls and continued to walk down the hallway. He kept walking until he spotted a door that was labeled Principal’s Office. He raised one of his hands up and carefully knocked three times on the door.

“Come in,” came an adult female’s voice from inside the room.

Spike grasped the doorknob, turned it and opened the door. When the door was agape, he slowly walked inside and looked around. The walls were painted in a rich cream color with some dark swirl patterns. Near the door was a large bookshelf that contained some books, a globe and a few trophies. What got his attention most of all were the two women directly in front of him on the other side of the room. One was sitting behind the desk and the other was standing off to the side of the desk. The woman sitting behind the desk was in her mid-thirties. She had cream-colored skin and magenta colored eyes. She had long hair that was a mix of pink, light blue, green, and cobalt. She wore a golden jacket over a white and purple shirt and had on dark purple pants. The most alluring thing about here was that she was sporting an F cup rack size. The second woman appeared to be in her early- thirties and had a slim hourglass figure. She also had cream-colored skin, but instead had long dark blue hair and cyan colored eyes. For her attire, she had on a dark red-violet shirt, dark purple pants, and black shoes. Unlike the other woman, she was sporting an E cup rack size, although they still looked very attractive.

“You must be Mr. Spike Drake, am I correct?” the woman sitting at the desk asked kindly.

“Yes, that’s me,” Spike nodded.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you. I’m Celestia Luminous, the school principal, and this is my younger sister, Luna Luminous, the vice-principal,” the principal introduced both herself and the second woman.

“Charmed, I’m sure,” Luna smiled at him.

“We hope that your stay here at Canterlot High will be a pleasant experience,” Celestia smiled.

“Me too,” Spike nodded.

The principal opened one of the drawers to her desk and pulled out a piece of paper that contained different class names, locations and times on it. “Here is your schedule for the semester, Mr. Drake.”

“Thank you,” he said as he took the paper from the woman’s hand and looked at it. He had a total of five classes for the semester. The first class was science, second was history, third was algebra and after that he had lunch. His fourth class of the day was P.E. and finally his fifth and last class was drama.

“We’ve arranged to have a couple of our students give you a tour of the school before you officially begin your year with us,” the principal continued.

“And we’ve taken a look at the files from your previous school back in Manehattan, and I have to say we were impressed with your grades,” Luna added.

Spike didn’t say anything, but he did look at the ground and nodded his head. This caused the two women to look at him with slight worry, since they expected him to be proud of his achievements.

“Why isn’t he talking?” Luna whispered to her sister.

“His parents did mention that sometimes he can be a little shy,” Celestia whispered back sympathetically. “And, I hesitate to add, he grew up without any friends. So this school might be able to help him with that.”

Luna’s cheeks turned red with embarrassment having forgotten about that. “Oh, that’s right. How foolish of me.”

“So, Spike, are there any hobbies that you like to do?” Celestia asked, hoping to get at least a few words out of him.

“Well, I like to dance, play sports and read books,” the green haired boy spoke nervously.

“That’s nice,” Celestia smiled.

“My sister and I are actually fond of dancing ourselves,” Luna also smiled.

After a moment or two of silence, someone knocked on the door to the room, startling Spike in the process. When the door opened, Spike witnessed another woman stepping through the door, and she was remarkably beautiful. The woman appeared to be in the same age range as Luna, except she was a couple years younger. She was also supporting an E cup rack just like the vice-principal. Her hair was a mix of pink, violet and gold, and her eyes were a shade of light purple. Her attire was composed of a light blue shirt, a sky blue skirt, a blue-green jacket, and golden high-heels.

“Here are my reports from last week, Principal Celestia,” the woman smiled as she handed over a folder containing a few papers.

“Thank you, Dean Cadence,” the principal grinned as she took the folder.

The third woman was about to walk back out, until she immediately noticed Spike standing to her left and she unknowingly began to sweat in certain places just by looking at him.

“Who is this?” the third woman asked as she gave the boy a friendly smile.

“Cadence, this is our new student, Spike Drake,” Luna introduced themselves to each other. “Spike, this is Cadence, the new dean to CHS. She had just recently transferred to here from our rival school, Crystal Prep.”

“Rival school?” Spike asked.

“Crystal Prep is the school on the other side of the city which has had a bit of a complicated history with Canterlot High,” Celestia explained hesitantly.

“I worked as a dean there for a while, but I felt that it just wasn’t the right place for me be in,” Cadence sighed.

Suddenly, an idea popped into the principal’s head. “Dean Cadence, since your office is on the way down towards the lobby, why don’t you help escort our new student there to meet his tour guides?”

“I would be honored,” Cadence smiled.

“Spike?” Luna asked.

“I’m game,” the boy replied happily.

“Well, then let’s go,” the dean held the door open for Spike, who walked out into the hallway and closed the door.

The two faculty women continued to gaze at the door with slight love-stricken expressions before giving sighs of passion.

“He seemed like a very nice boy, wouldn’t you agree, Luna?” the principal asked her sister before she added in her head. ‘And very handsome too.’

“Most definitely, sister,” Luna nodded before speaking in her mind as well. ‘If only he were a few years older, then we could be more than friends.’

In the hallway, Spike and Dean Cadence walked side by side. A few moments have passed, and Spike started building up his courage to try and have a nice conversation.

“Principal Celestia and Vice-principal Luna seem very nice,” Spike said.

“Yes, they really are,” Cadence nodded. “They’re much better to work with instead of my ex-coworkers back at Crystal Prep.”

“What was wrong with them?”

“They honestly weren’t really the kind of people you’d want to make friends with. It was a good paying job for me, but without friends, my heart just wasn’t into it. That’s when Celestia and Luna called me up and offered me the job of being the Dean here and I jumped at the chance.”

“Well, I can definitely tell that you belong in a school like this,” Spike smiled.

“You really mean that?” Cadence did a double take.

“Definitely,” he answered.

‘Awwww, he’s such a sweet boy. Not to mention attractive, kind, cute and—’ she started to say in her head before she mentally slapped herself. ‘No, don’t think of him like that, Cadence! You already have a husband and just recently had a baby with him! wouldn’t hurt to at least think of Spike from time to time in my head.’

Just when they were about to reach the lobby, another woman walked out of a nearby room and started to approach them. The woman was in the same age zone as Principal Celestia and also had the same bust size. She was dressed in a suit that was also similar to the principal’s except the jacket was a shade of black and her pants were colored dark green.

“Good morning, Dean Cadence,” the woman happily greeted her.

“Good day, Ms. Chrysalis,” Cadence spoke with slight hostility.

Once Chrysalis caught sight of Spike, she felt her heart beating faster than it usually did and she walked over to him until she was only a few inches away from him. “And who is this handsome young man?”

“My name is Spike Drake, but you can call me Spike,” he replied.

“Spike...what a stunning name, and for such a stunning boy such as yourself,” Chrysalis cooed as she started to gently run a hand through Spike’s hair.

“Umm...thanks?” the boy winced under the woman’s sudden touch.

“My name is Ms. Chrysalis, but you can just call me Chrysalis. I work as the nurse here at Canterlot High. I make sure to tend to the injuries that the students receive. My favorite ones are the boys, especially boys who work out and have a good figure,” the woman explained while continuously rubbing Spike’s head affectionately.

Not willing to let things go any further, Cadence grabbed onto one of Spike’s arms and pulled him over to her, away from Chrysalis’ wondering hand.

“You’ll have to excuse her for her attitude, Spike,” Cadence apologized. “She can be a little too friendly when it comes to male students...or males in general.”

“So I can be a little over-the-top at certain times with men, no big deal,” Chrysalis narrowed her eyes in annoyance.

“I’m still not satisfied with the fact that you tried to flirt with my husband behind my back, especially since he and I recently had a baby together,” the dean huffed in response.

“Well, what can I say? Women have needs,” the nurse shrugged it off.

Before the dean could say anything in return, the sound of two boys arguing could be heard coming from the lobby. When the three turned around and looked, true enough, there were two boys about three years older than Spike arguing in the lobby. One of the boys had light gray hair and had hazel brown eyes. He was wearing a red shirt, black athletic pants, and silver tennis shoes with red laces. The second boy had gray hair that had a bit of a stripe pattern to it and had navy blue eyes. For his outfit, he was wearing a blue shirt, also black athletic pants, and dark silver tennis shoes with blue laces.

“Come on, man!” the boy with striped hair pleaded.

“No! I’m not going to play naked Twister with you for practice!” the boy with gray hair refused.

The two boys ceased their squabbling when they turned and saw that the three were watching them, with both amused and dumbfound expressions on their faces.

“Is this a bad time?” Cadence asked with a smirk.

The boy with the striped gray hair smiled nervously. “Oh, we were just talking about—”

“It’s guy stuff; nothing important,” the boy with plain gray hair intervened.

“Well, I guess I should get going,” Chrysalis announced to Spike and Cadence. “I have to deliver my paperwork to Celestia and head back to my office to tend to my patients.”

“More like to give them a treat,” Cadence muttered.

Chrysalis squatted down until she was practically face-to-face with Spike, who started to turn red in the face. “I’ll see you some other time, Mr. Drake. And I’ll be waiting.”

She then put her two fingers on her lips, gave them a kiss and then placed the two fingers on Spike’s left cheek. This only caused the flustered boy’s face to turn red. Once that was done, the green-haired woman walked around the corner and continued down the hallway towards Principal Celestia’s office.

“Holy Mata Hari, that chick has some weird tastes in men,” the second boy recoiled in disgust.

“Tell me about it,” the first boy said flatly.

“Well, I guess I should get back to work too. It was very nice to meet you, Spike,” Cadence said to the younger boy before she walked back down the hallway and disappeared when she rounded the same corner that Chrysalis exited from as well.

“So, you’re the new guy we’re supposed to show around?” the second boy asked.

“It appears so,” Spike answered honestly.

“What’s your name?” the first boy asked.

“I’m Spike Drake,” the shorter boy answered.

The gray-haired boy smiled and shook the younger boy’s hand. “Well, Spike, it’s very nice to meet you. I’m Bob Nightwalker and—”

“Bob Nightwalker? You mean the son of billionaires Julius and Elsa Nightwalker, the ones who own Nightwalker Technology Incorporated?” Spike asked with excitement.

“The one in the same,” the gray haired boy nodded.

“Patrick Moonbeam is my name and doing voices is my game,” the second boy said as he shook Spike’s hand.

"What do you mean by 'doing voices'?" Spike questioned.

"Just what I said. I do voices," Patrick answered as he started impersonation different celebrity voices.

After that little "one-man" performance, Spike couldn't help but laugh at Patrick's funny shenanigans while Bob only shook his head in amusement.

“Patrick here happens to be my adopted little brother,” Bob explained. “He can be quite a handful to live with, but he’s definitely fun to be around.”

“I try not to brag,” Patrick shrugged.

“Oh, I see,” Spike smirked.

“So now that we’re all introduced, shall we get started with the grand tour of Canterlot High School before classes start?” Bob suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Spike nodded.

“I’m game,” Patrick said in agreement.

“Well, then let’s go,” Bob spoke as he led them down the hallway that he and his brother came in from. “We so much time and so little to do—wait a minute! Strike that; reverse it; thank you.”

Spike and Patrick both exchanged bewildered expressions, but they shrugged it off and followed after Bob, officially letting the grand tour of Canterlot High School commence.

A few minutes after the tour had begun, Bob and Patrick led Spike down the multiple hallways of the school to show him where everything was located. Their first stop was at the school library. The two older boys stopped in front of the double doors and turned to the younger boy with smiles.

“This is our school library,” Bob explained. “This is where the students can come to check out books, work on homework or just hang out.”

“It’s also one of the best places to take a nap,” Patrick added.

“Why is that?” Spike asked.

“Because it’s really quiet in there,” the plump boy replied.

“Anyway, let’s go inside, but remember to be quiet,” Bob said softly before he opened the doors and led the other two boys inside.

When Spike entered the library, he couldn’t believe what he was looking at. All around the room were thousands of bookshelves of different genres of books. In the center of the library, there was a round table filled with computers, a printer and a golden statue of a horse head in the center of the table. There were also two flights of stairs leading up to a second floor, which also had a lot of bookshelves. By the looks and style of the room, it looked astonishingly similar to Belle’s castle library from Beauty and the Beast. However, they seemed to be the only ones occupying it at the moment.

“Whoa, this place is huge!” Spike said in awe.

“Just the best for CHS,” Bob said proudly.

“Basically, it’s a bookworm’s paradise,” Patrick smirked.

“Feel free to look around, but we should meet back here in 4-6 minutes so we can resume the tour,” Bob said.

“Will do,” Spike nodded before walked down a few of the aisles.

Spike had never seen so many books in his life. From hardcover to paperback, there were a lot of books necessary for school work and research purposes. When he turned to go into another aisle, he looked ahead and saw another person carrying a huge stack of books while trying hard not to drop any of them or fall down.

“Whoa!” the person cried out as she lost her footing and began to fall towards the ground.

Without hesitating, Spike made a giant leap and grabbed onto the girl in time. He might not have been able to save the books, but at least he prevented somebody from getting hurt. When he shifted his gaze down, he got an official good look at the girl in his arms for the first time. The girl had the same color of skin that he had and supported a D cup rack. She had long purple hair with a pink streak drawn into it, and she also had moderate violet eyes. She was dressed in a cyan shirt with a red-violet bow-tie on the collar, a purple skirt with a glistening star symbol on it, and purple go-go boots with the same star design.

“Are you okay?” Spike asked after an awkward moment of silence.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said.

“I’m Spike,” he spoke, not noticing that he didn’t seem to be so shy anymore.

“Oh, nice to meet you, Spike. I’m Twilight Sparkle,” the girl introduced herself before shaking his hand. “You must be the new student Principal Celestia was talking about.”

“You heard about me?” the boy asked in surprise.

“Of course. I’m Principal Celestia’s prized pupil and she always lets me in on everything that happens at CHS.”

“That does sound logical.”

“Yeah, I definitely think so too.”

“Twilight, are you okay?” came another girl’s voice.

When Spike and Twilight turned around, they saw a girl with red and yellow hair and lime green eyes heading towards them; also carry a stack of books. This girl wore a leather jacket over a red-violet shirt with a shimmering sun design on it, an orange skirt, and black go-go boots. The girl also had a D cup rack just like Twilight.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Sunset,” Twilight said.

“You really need to consider making a couple of trips, no pun intended, when it comes to carrying books,” Sunset sighed before her eyes fell onto Spike and her cheeks started to heat up. “Who is this?”

“Oh, I’m Spike Drake,” Spike answered.

“He’s the new student Principal Celestia was talking about,” Bob confirmed as he and Patrick arrived at the aisle.

“Oh, well it’s very nice to meet you. I’m Sunset Shimmer,” the red/yellow haired girl beamed as she shook his hand, which he politely returned.

“Sunset Shimmer here happens to be the co-librarian here at CHS, apart from Twilight,” Bob spoke.

“She also used to be a bit of a bully,” Patrick hesitantly added.

“PATRICK!” Bob scolded his brother.

“Sorry,” Patrick hung his head in regret.

“You used to be a bully?” Spike asked in shock, wondering why a seemingly nice girl would ever try to hurt others.

“Sadly yes, I’ve done a lot of terrible things that I’m not proud of,” Sunset shamefully admitted. “I even had to do some community service to the school to make up for all of the horrible things I’ve done. Eventually, I managed to regain everyone’s trust, but the mean personality that I’ve left behind still haunts me to this day.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about that,” Spike said comfortingly.

“That’s alright, Spike,” Sunset started to smile again.

At that moment, Bob took a look at his watch and noticed that it was time to continue on with the tour. “Hey guys, I think it’s time we get moving. There’s still a lot more of the school we have to show you.”

“Okay,” Spike replied before turning his attention back to the two girls. “Well, it was nice meeting you both.”

“You too, Spike,” Twilight smiled.

“I hope we’ll see you soon,” Sunset waved.

When the three boys were out of sight, the two girls watched after Spike with romantic smiles on their faces.

“Spike seems like a nice boy, doesn’t he?” Sunset asked.

“Yeah...really nice,” Twilight sighed lovingly.

“Ooh, somebody’s got a crush on the new boy~” Sunset teased playfully.

“No, I don’t!” Twilight shook her head.

“Denial~” the red/yellow haired girl sang.

“Well, I saw your face turn red when you first saw him, so I’m starting to get the feeling that you have a crush on Spike” the lavender haired girl retorted.

“Wh-wh-wh-I do not!”


“Okay, I’ll admit that he is a nice boy, but that doesn’t mean that I have a crush on him,” Sunset brushed it off. ‘However, I definitely wouldn’t mind being his girlfriend someday.’

“Yeah...he really is a nice boy,” Twilight nodded in agreement. ‘And probably the most handsome boy I’ve ever known.’

After they left the library, the three boys headed off to the cafeteria. The cafeteria had three entrances, but the boys walked through the center double doors. Once they entered the room, Spike was met with an astonishing sight. It was at least three times bigger than the cafeteria at his previous school. Near the walls, there were multiple styled columns and different styled school flags hanging on the walls. In the center of the room were many long rectangular tables with ten chairs at each one.

“This cafeteria is cleaner and larger than my previous one,” Spike said in awe.

“This is where we eat our lunches and/or hang out from time to time,” Bob said.

“I love a tour that includes food in it!” Patrick licked his lips.

Behind the food counter, there was an elderly lady with white hair in a bun and she had red-orange colored eyes. She wore a cream colored shirt, a bright red skirt, yellow rubber kitchen gloves, light yellow knee socks, open-toed shoes, and an orange bandanna with little red apple designs around her neck. Over top of her outfit was a white lunch maid apron that also had a dark pink stain spot on it. Her skin was all wrinkled from head to toe, but she still had a warm friendly smile on her face.

“Well, howdy do, Bob and Patrick!” the elder woman hooted once she caught sight of them.

“Good morning, Granny Smith,” Bob responded politely.

“How’s life treating ya?” Patrick asked.

“Same as always, same as always. I’m just waiting for my grandchildren to show up. They should be arriving any minute now with the cider.”

“Did somebody order a half a dozen crates of apple cider?” a female country voice erupted from the hallway.

“In here, dearie!” Granny Smith hollered happily.

Right after the elder woman spoke, another teenage girl walked into the cafeteria, carrying with her two crates filled with apple cider. The girl had tan skin, blonde hair with the end tied up with a red elastic hair band, had a few freckles on both of her cheeks, had emerald green eyes and was supporting an E cup rack. She was dressed in a white collared shirt with green shading near the collar, a short jean skirt, a brown belt with a red apple symbol on it, and brown cowgirl boots each with three red apple symbols. She also wore a light brown Stetson style hat on top of her head.

“Howdy, Bob; howdy, Patrick,” she greeted the two older boys.

“Hey, Applejack,” Bob waved.

“Back at ya, AJ,” Patrick saluted while Applejack set the crates of cider down onto the floor.

“Are you sure you can handle that load?” the blonde-haired girl asked out the doors.

“Eeyup,” came a deep male voice from the hallway.

What Spike saw next was that a really tall boy with strong muscles walked through the doors and into the large room, carrying three filled crates of apple cider. He also had tan skin and green eyes, but he had orange colored hair instead of blonde. He was dressed in a plain white T-shirt, long blue jeans, a brown belt, a red jacket with a brown collar that had two green apple symbols, and red and white tennis shoes. Once he entered the cafeteria doors, he set the crates of cider down onto the floor to take a breather. Once the blonde-haired girl caught sight of the third boy, her eyes widened and a big smile crept onto her face.

“Howdy, partner. Who might you be?” the blonde-haired girl asked kindly.

“That is a darn good question!” Granny Smith announced while watching the scene with interest.

“I’m Spike Drake, the new student here at Canterlot High,” Spike answered the blonde girl.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet ya, Spike,” the girl smiled and shook the younger boy’s hand. “I’m Applejack and this here is my brother, Big Macintosh.”

“Eeyup,” the older boy nodded.

“He’s not much of a talker,” Bob put in.

“Nnope,” Big Mac shook his head.

“But he’s still a good friend to everybody, right Bic Mac?” Patrick added.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac smiled in agreement.

The strong boy then picked up a couple of the crates of cider and took them back behind the counter and into the kitchen. The bottled beverages caught Spike’s attention.

“Who made this cider?” Spike asked.

“Why, my family and I did, sugarcube,” Applejack answered.

“You did?” the boy asked in surprise.

“Of course!” Applejack reached into her backpack, pulled out a red apple and tossed it over to Spike, who caught it. “My family and I live down at the farm called Sweet Apple Acres. We grow apples and turn them into desserts to sell at the market.”

Spike looked down at the apple in his hands and took a bite out of it and his eyes grew wide with due to the tastiness of the ripe fruit.
“This apple is delicious! You and your family must be experts when it comes to growing apples.”

“Why, thank you kindly, sugarcube,” the blonde girl beamed happily.

“Spike, I’m sorry for cutting this meeting short, but we’d better get a move on if we’re going to show you the rest of the school,” Bob politely cut in.

“Oh, alright then,” Spike turned to the members of the Apple Family. “Well, it was nice meeting all of you.”

“Same here, sugarcube,” Applejack winked flirtatiously.

“Swing by Sweet Apple Acres anytime, sonny!” Granny Smith hooted once again.

“Eeyup!” Big Mac saluted as the three boys left the cafeteria.

“That youngin' sure seems like a nice one! Wouldn’t you agree, Applejack?” Granny Smith asked, noticing the pining smile on her granddaughter’s face.

“Yeah...he sure does,” Applejack smiled lustfully after Spike before thinking in her mind. ‘He’s also quite a fine-looking young fella in my book.’

“Doesn’t he seem like a nice boy, Big Mac?” Granny asked the older boy.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac nodded.

Once they were done meeting with Applejack and her family, Bob and Patrick led Spike to another large room on the other side of the school. When the three boys entered the room, they saw a bunch of bleachers on both the left and right sides of the area. On the far end in front of them was a proscenium arch type of stage complete with curtains and stage lights.

“This is the gymnasium. This is where we have assembly meetings, P.E. whenever it’s raining or too cold outside, and where he host stage and/or musical performances,” Bob explained.

“Whoa, that sounds fun,” Spike said, feeling impressed.

“And we have super fun parties in here as well,” Patrick nodded.

“Now that really does sound like fun,” Spike corrected himself.

“IS THAT A NEW STUDENT?!” a shrill voice rang out.

Before Spike could react, he was tackled to the floor by another person. When Spike opened up his eyes, he realized that he was flat on his back with somebody sitting on his torso. He looked up and saw he was face-to-face with another girl. She had pink poofy hair, sky-blue eyes and supported an F cup rack. She wore a white shirt with short blue sleeves and a pink heart in the center of the shirt, a dark pink skirt with blue and yellow balloon patterns, and light blue go-go boots with pink bow-ties on each of them.

“Hi, I’m Pinkie Pie! I’m the party planner here at CHS!” she started to rabble on and on about herself while Spike was having a hard time trying to keep up with the information she was giving him. “Did you know I really love cake? I mean, who wouldn’t love cake? Cake is the greatest dessert ever! Except for ice cream. Ice cream is great too! What’s your favorite color? My favorite color is PINK! Although, pink is actually is mixture between both red and white, so I think pink is actually two colors instead of just one!”

Spike was dumbfounded by this girl’s ecstatic behavior. He honestly didn’t know how to answer her while lying on his back. After enough rambling, Bob and Patrick went over to them and lifted Pinkie off the younger boy, who had a little trouble getting back onto his feet.

“That’s a lot of information to get in just 30 seconds,” the green haired boy said after a moment of silence. “I’m Spike Drake. It’s nice to meet you...I think.”

“Just what Pinkie Pie said; she is the party planner here at CHS,” Bob clarified.

“Whenever Pinkie hosts a party, I guarantee you it’ll be the ride of your life,” Patrick added.

“That sounds exhilarating,” the young boy commented.

“I know, right?!” the pink haired girl beamed widely. “Ooh! I just had the best idea EVER! Would you like to see my welcoming wagon?!”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” Spike shrugged.

Pinkie smiled as she quickly zipped out of the gymnasium and immediately returned with a big, colorful covered wagon. She pushed one of the buttons on the side and the wagon instantly opened up. The opened wagon was contained over a microwave oven, a few miniature flag poles and musical horns. Fun-loving music started playing from the miniature speakers installed in the wagon.

Once the wagon started playing cheerful music, Pinkie began to sing along to the tune. She then placed a big party hat on Spike’s head, blew through a loud trumpet, started banging on a big drum before she resumed dancing wildly. Once she finished singing, she came to a stop in front of Spike on her knees.

“Wait for it!” she beamed.

After she said that, the microwave oven burst open and a bunch of confetti shot out of it and smothered over the green haired boy. Just when he was about to recover from the blast, four tubes in the wagon shot out a bunch of wet cake batter, which smothered onto both Spike and Pinkie. Bob and Patrick winced at the mess in front of them.

“Oh, silly me! I must have put the confetti in the oven and the cake in the confetti canon! I don’t know why that keeps on happening!” Pinkie giggled as she shook the batter off of her body, but Spike was having some difficulty getting it off.

“What in the world is going on in here?” a female asked with a trans-Atlantic English accent.

When Spike turned around, he spotted another girl about Pinkie’s age standing at the entrance to the gymnasium. She had dark, curled purple hair, sapphire blue eyes and supported an E cup bust size. Her attire was a pale blue shirt, a dark purple belt, a purple skirt with three blue diamond designs on it, and dark purple go-go boots with a diamond decoration on the top of both of them.

“Oh my stars! What happened in here?!” she asked in shock while looking towards the boy covered in cake batter.

“Pinkie’s welcome wagon,” Bob gestured over to the whimsical contraption.

“Oh, that explains it. Well, never fear, as Faust as my witness, I will tend to your wardrobe personally until it is as good as new!” the girl cried out dramatically to the new student.

“It’s alright. I can take care of this myself,” Spike kindly tried to decline.

“Oh, pish-posh! I won’t take no for an answer, darling!” the curled-haired girl shook her head as she dragged Spike out of the auditorium, followed by Bob and Patrick.

“It was nice meeting you, Spike!” Pinkie called out from the gymnasium before she thought about him in her mind. ‘He’s such a cute little green and purple gumdrop.’

A little ways away from the gymnasium, Rarity brought the three boys to the costume department where all of the wardrobe designs were made for the stage productions that were put on at the school. She took Spike inside the shop while Bob and Patrick remained outside. After taking Spike inside the shop, Rarity removed his hoodie, shirt and pants, and took them over to the dry-cleaning machine. Once the fashionista did that, she put Spike into a white robe while they waited for his clothes to get cleaned up.

“Oh, forgive me, darling, but I forgot to introduce myself like a proper lady,” she announced while waiting for his clothes to dry up. “My name is Rarity. It is such an honor to meet you. And who might you be?”

“I’m Spike Drake, the new student. It’s really nice to meet you,” Spike answered courteously.

“Spike...that is such a charming name for a boy like you,” Rarity giggled.

"Oh...thank you..." the younger boy started to blush at the complement before he took a look at all of the costumes hanging up on multiple racks. "Wow, these costumes are amazing! Do you know who made them?"

"Why, I did of course, darling!" Rarity smiled.

"You made all of these?!"

"Absolutely. I happen to be one of the greatest dress designers in all of Canterlot! I actually own a small boutique in town, but my dream is to open a boutique in Manehattan! It is the one place with glamour, style, and sophistication!"

"Well, I for one have no doubts that you would have the best boutique in all Manehattan someday."

"Oh, you say the sweetest things, Spikey-Wikey~!"

Rarity finished by nuzzling his cheek with hers, making the boy's face turn even more red. A moment later, the dry-cleaning machine was finished with the cleaning process and Rarity led Spike into an empty changing room to get dressed.

“You look absolutely FABULOUS!” Rarity squealed with joy.

“All because of you,” Spike chuckled.

Soon, there was a knock at the door to the costume shop and Bob and Patrick peeked their heads inside. "Is he decent now?" Patrick asked.

"He's as good as new!" Rarity beamed happily.

"I've never been better," Spike sheepishly admitted.

“Well, now that you’re all dressed up, shall we continue the tour?” Bob asked.

“Roger that,” Patrick saluted.

“That sounds good to me. Bye, Rarity,” Spike said happily.

“Ta-ta, darlings!” Rarity waved goodbye to them.

The three boys said their good byes to the fashionista before leaving the costume department. Rarity watched Spike exit the room and heart shapes instantly filled her eyes.

‘Oh my stars, he’s the most handsome gentleman I have ever met’ she sighed romantically in her mind.

After leaving the costume shop, the three boys headed outside onto the football stadium and track. While Bob and Patrick led him across the field, Spike noticed that there were some football players practicing a game on one end of the field. On the other end, he saw another girl kicking soccer balls into a net goal without breaking a sweat. She had long rainbow colored hair, magenta colored eyes, and supported a D cup rack size. She was dressed in a white T-shirt with a rainbow colored lightning bolt design on it, a dark blue athletic jacket, a light magenta and white skirt, black shorts, rainbow patterned socks, and blue go-go boots.

“Who’s that over there?” Spike pointed.

“Oh, that’s Rainbow Dash,” Bob answered. “She’s the girl here who loves sports and has never lost a match in her entire life.”

“She’s also the captain of every sports team here at Canterlot High,” Patrick complemented.

“Yo, Dash!” Bob called out.

The rainbow-haired girl stopped kicking at the soccer balls and turned around. When she saw the three boys, she jogged on over to them with a soccer ball.

“Hey, guys!” she greeted them with a Tomboyish voice.

“Yo, RD,” Patrick high-fived her before she looked down and noticed Spike for the first time.

“Who’s the kid?” Rainbow asked.

“I’m Spike Drake,” the younger boy answered.

“Nice to meet ya. The name’s Rainbow Dash,” she introduced herself while bouncing the soccer ball on her knees. “I’m practically in charge of all of the sport teams here at the school. I’m in charge of dodge ball, basketball, soccer, football, baseball, volleyball, tennis—”

“We already told him that,” Patrick interrupted her with a deadpan expression.

“Oh, sorry about my over-the-top explanation,” Rainbow grinned awkwardly.

“No problem, Rainbow,” Spike brushed it off. “And as it turns out, I actually love all of those sports.”

This caught Rainbow’s full attention and she began to scoot closer to the younger boy. “Oh, really? Well, in that case, show me what you’ve got.”

With that, she kicked the soccer ball over to Spike and he kicked the ball straight into the net in just three seconds flat. Rainbow’s jaw dropped in shock until Bob used the top of his right hand to close it back up again. The athletic girl’s shocked expression turned into a look of excitement.

“I think I just made a friend,” Rainbow beamed. “So, what else do you like to besides play sports?”

“I also do a bit of reading in my spare time,” Spike added.

“Eh, readings for eggheads like Bob and Twilight. I don’t have time for reading anything,” she waved her hand in dismissal.

Bob smirked and put an arm around Spike’s shoulders. “Except for the Daring Do series, right, Rainbow?”

Rainbow Dash froze in place, not even blinking. Her face then turned a light shade of red and sweat started to pour down from her forehead. “Oh, yeah...heh...heh...I kinda...forgot about that,” Rainbow chuckled nervously.

“Hey, that’s my favorite book series ever!” Spike announced.

“Well, how about that? I like you already, Spike,” the athletic girl beamed proudly.

“Right back at ya, Dash,” the younger boy responded as they both bumped fists.

“So, are you guys ready to head back in?” Bob asked the two boys, who both nodded in response.

“See you later, Rainbow. It was nice meeting you,” Spike waved.

“See ya later, guys,” Rainbow saluted.

However, when the boys weren’t looking, Rainbow proud expression melted into one of romance while she looked at Spike with bedroom eyes.

‘Man, that Spike kid is so awesome! I can’t wait to hang with him again...and maybe steal a kiss or two while I’m at it’ the athlete said in her head.

The three boys were about to head back inside the school when they all heard a soft, female voice singing behind some bushes near the entrance to the building.

When Spike parted the bushes with his hands, he gasped at what he saw. He saw a few woodland animals surrounding a teenage girl around Twilight’s age who was singing like an angel from heaven. The girl had long light pink hair; teal colored eyes, and supported an F cup rack size. She was wearing a white tank top, a light green skirt that white and pink butterfly symbols on it, pink knee socks, and light green go-go boots. In her pink hair, she had one side held up by a butterfly shaped hair-clip. When the girl finished singing, the animals seemed to be cheering for her.

“Oh, thank you. You’re too kind,” the girl giggled.

“Ahem,” Bob suddenly cleared his throat softly. However, no matter how soft it was, the sound was strong enough to surprise the girl and the little woodland animals surrounding her. When she saw Bob and Patrick, she instantly sighed with relief.

“, Bob...hi, Patrick,” the girl spoke quietly while some her hair fell down and covered the left side of her face. The two boys in question simply waved in response while Spike stood there in awe by how talented that girl was with a singing voice. However, once her eyes fell upon Spike, she lost all nervousness and zipped over to the younger boy until she was face-to-face with him. “OH MY GOODNESS! Who is this?”

“Oh, um, I’m Spike Drake,” Spike replied after getting over his shock of how close this girl’s face was to his.

“Hi, Spike, I’m Fluttershy,” the girl grinned joyfully.

“I see you brought your animal friends to school again,” Patrick commented.

“Yes, I suppose I have,” the shy girl smiled nervously.

“Fluttershy, you know it’s against school policy to have animals on school grounds,” Bob reminded her.

“Oh, but I can’t help it. They just get lonely when I’m at school all day,” Fluttershy explained. “Besides, they know when to stay quiet whenever I have class; just as long as I save them some food from lunch.”

“Alright, just as long as you can handle it,” Bob sighed.

“I will,” Fluttershy nodded.

“So, you really like animals, don’t you?” Spike wondered.

“Oh, yes! Taking care of animals is my special talent! I take care of dogs, cats, bunnies, hamsters, bears, chickens, squirrels, raccoons, beavers, and many others,” Fluttershy enlightened him.

“I must say, you certainly have a way with animals then,” Spike said impressed.

“Oh, thank you, Spike,” she squeed softly as her cheeks turned a shade of red.

“Hey, we’d better continue on with the tour now” Bob said seriously after looking down at his wristwatch.

“I guess I’d better be going now,” Spike said to the shy girl.

“Okay, I understand. It was nice meeting you, Spike,” Fluttershy waved goodbye to him.

“It was nice meeting you too,” the younger boy waved back as he followed Bob and Patrick into the school, leaving the shy girl staring after him with a look of passion.

‘Oh my, Spike is the kindest boy I’ve ever met’ the animal lover sighed happily.

Once they were finished outside, they returned back inside to show Spike the remainder of the school. They showed him the computer lab, boy’s locker room next to the gymnasium, the student lockers, and the other remaining classrooms. Eventually, they returned to the lobby where the tour started and were sitting at a small table to relax for a little bit.

“Well, that about wraps up the tour,” Bob announced to the others.

“Thanks, you guys. I think I have a good idea on how to get around here now,” Spike smiled.

“Well, we certainly aim to please,” Patrick shrugged.

At that moment, a loud ringing sound was heard through the hallways. The first bell of the school day had rung. A few moments afterwards, the hallways began to fill up with a large number of students.

“Well, we should get to class before one of us gets lost and ends up getting locked inside the janitor’s closet,” Bob said while looking at Patrick, who glared in response.

“That only happened to me two times!” Patrick barked.

“Do you want us to escort you to your first class, Spike?” Bob asked.

“No thanks, Bob. I think I have a good handle on how to find my classes from here,” Spike answered.

“Okay, suit yourself,” Bob said.

“See ya later, little man,” Patrick turned his attention back to his older brother. “So about the whole naked Twister thing—”

“FOR THE LAST TIME, I SAID NO!” Bob shouted as the two older boys walked away.

“You know, I think I’m going to love it here,” Spike chuckled to himself as he walked off to his first class, ready to start the year at Canterlot High, unknown that there were certain surprises in store for him.

Chapter 2: New Friends and Enemies

View Online

Spike walked through the hallway filled with students to get to his first class of the day. Along the way, many of the female students would wave, wink or lick their lips whenever Spike looked their way, making the green haired boy feel flustered. However some of the male students were either shocked or jealous of all the attention that Spike was receiving from the girls. After a few minutes of walking, he finally reached the science classroom and walked in. As soon as he walked in, he was eventually approached by three teenage girls. The first girl had lavender eyes and red colored hair with both light and dark purple streaks tied up in a bun. For her attire, she wore black glasses with thick frames, a dark gray turtle-neck sweater with two pink buttons, a teal skirt, purple knee socks and dark blue shoes. The second one was a Goth girl who had hazel eyes and dark blue colored hair. She was wearing a black shirt and skirt, dark gray knee socks and black boots. The third one was a cheerful girl with blonde hair and lime green eyes. Her clad included a white shirt, blue jeans, white socks and yellow shoes.

“Are you the new boy that we heard so much about?” the girl with glasses asked.

“Yes, my name is Spike Drake,” he answered.

“Nice to meet you, Spike Drake. I’m Moondancer,” the girl with glasses spoke again.

“I’m Sunshine Smiles!” the girl with blonde hair beamed.

“I’m Moonlight Raven,” the Goth girl spoke in a neutral tone.

“It’s nice to meet all three of you too,” the green-haired boy smiled.

“You have a cute smile!” Sunshine grinned.

“Thank you. So, do you have any certain hobbies?” he asked out of the blue.

“I like to study,” Moondancer answered.

“Study what in particular?”

“I focus on researching science, mathematics, history, economics, literature, physics, pottery; things like that. If I continue to do well, I’ll most likely end up as a professor at Canterlot University someday.”

“I like to paint pictures, watch movies, and roll around in flowers on a sunny day,” Sunshine explained.

“I like to wear black and go to the place inside me where I feel no shame,” Moonlight Raven spoke.

“Hmm, you all have very interesting hobbies,” Spike smiled and started to walk off. “Well, like I said, it was nice meeting all of you.”

“Bye,” the three girls waved before they all sighed lovingly behind his back.

Spike took this time to take a good look around the room before his eyes fell upon a familiar girl with lavender colored hair.

“Twilight?” Spike asked, getting the lavender-haired girl’s attention.

“Spike!” Twilight squealed as she zipped over to him. “Why didn’t you tell me this is your first class period?”

“You didn’t ask,” Spike shrugged.

“Touché,” she giggled.

“So, this is the science class?” Spike asked, impressed with the layout of the classroom.

“Yeah and we also get to pick partners for the whole semester,” Twilight explained. “I was just wondering, if you wouldn’t mind—”

“TWILIGHT SPARKLE!” a shrill female voice suddenly called out.

Twilight cringed when she heard that all-too-familiar voice and both her and Spike turned around to see another teenage girl standing at the entrance to the classroom. This girl had white hair that was curled slightly and had violet colored eyes. She also had the same cup size as Twilight and Sunset. This girl was wearing a purple shirt and skirt underneath a blue jacket that went up to her midriff, purple knee-socks and blue go-go boots. On the left side of her head, there was purple-and-yellow star shaped barrette holding up a small bang of her white hair. And there was a star-shaped magic wand symbol on her skirt. Twilight put a comforting hand on Spike’s right shoulder as the white-haired girl strutted up to them.

“Hello, Trixie,” Twilight squinted her eyes.

“I much prefer that you call me the Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie announced dramatically before her eyes fell upon Spike and a huge smile crept onto her face. “And who might this little cutie be?”

“I’m Spike Drake,” Spike answered nervously.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Spike Drake. I am Trixie Lulamoon, but you can just call me Trixie,” the white-haired girl introduced herself to him.

“Oh, so Spike can just call you by Trixie, but everybody else has to call you the Great and Powerful Trixie?” Twilight asked skeptically.

“Pretty much,” Trixie nodded.

“Why do you call yourself the “Great and Powerful” Trixie?” Spike questioned.

“Because the Great and Powerful Trixie is a talented magician, although sadly not very well known,” Trixie admitted.

“Big surprise,” Twilight muttered.

Trixie ignored the ill comment as she kept her attention on Spike. “So would you like to be my partner for this class, Mr. Drake?”

“Well...” Spike started to talk until he got interrupted.

“Hold on! I was going to ask Spike to be my partner!” Twilight yelled.

“Too bad, I got first dibs!” Trixie argued.

“I met Spike before you today, so I should be his partner!”

“Well, then get in line!”

“Is everything alright over here?” another female voice spoke up.

Almost instantly, the squabbling stopped. When the three turned around, they spotted coming toward them another girl around Twilight and Trixie’s age. The girl had light purple eyes and purple hair with a few teal streaks. Her outfit was a dark purple shirt, a dark velvet jacket, a light purple skirt, and dark lavender boots. She also wore purple pants that ended about halfway down the legs, her shirt had a glimmering purple and pink star symbol on it, and her hair was tied up in a pony-tail.

“Hey, Starlight!” Twilight exclaimed happily.

“Hey, Twilight!” the girl greeted back before they shared a nice embrace.

“Don’t forget Trixie!” the white-haired girl whined before Starlight broke off the embrace and gave one to Trixie.

“It’s so nice to see you both again! It’s been so long,” Starlight laughed.

“Starlight, we’ve seen you all summer. Remember, we went down to Sugarcube Corner for some milkshakes?” Twilight raised an eyebrow.

“Wait, when did we do that last?” Starlight asked.

“Yesterday,” both Twilight and Trixie answered.

“Oh, that’s right. Sorry, I guess I’ve got a lot personal issues to deal with that I don’t know where my head is today,” Starlight chuckled awkwardly until her eyes fell onto Spike. “Oh, hi there! Who might you be?"

“I’m Spike Drake,” Spike introduced himself again for what felt like the thousandth time so far today.

“I’m Starlight Glimmer; nice to meet you,” the girl with the pony tail answered as she shook his hand politely.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” the green-haired boy nodded.

“And you’re a new student?”


“Hmmm...If you weren’t, I definitely would’ve remembered you.”


At that moment, the teacher of the classroom came in. She had a dark skin tone, dark teal eyes, and black and white striped hair styled in a Mohawk. Her attire was a black shirt, an orange skirt with African patterns, dark gray socks and bronze shoes. She was also wearing dzilla neck rings around her neck and wore golden earrings on her ear lobes.

“Okay, everyone, settle down,” she spoke with a strong African-esque accent.

“Who is she?” Spike asked.

“She’s Zecora. She’s the school’s teacher of science and chemistry. She is the master of chemicals, although she sometimes calls chemicals “potions” for some reason,” Twilight explained.

“Now this class just got awesome,” Spike commented.

“All right class, we have a new student, who surprisingly I like; and I do believe that his name is Spike?” Zecora rhymed while looking at Spike with a smile.

“What does that mean?” Spike whispered to Starlight.

“It means that she is greeting you,” Starlight answered. “Also, she tends to speak in rhyme from time to time.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m Spike Drake,” Spike quickly answered the teacher.

“Nice to meet you, young man,” Zecora nodded her head and walked over to her desk and set her purse down. “Now, who would like to have Spike for a semester long partner?”

“ME!” all the girls shouted simultaneously before they gave each other envious glares.

“Spike, who would you want for your partner?” Zecora asked the new student, giving him a fair say in the matter.

Spikes took a good look around and noticed that all the girls, even Moonlight Raven, were giving him puppy dog eyes. “Well, I pick...Twilight Sparkle as my partner.”

“YES!” Twilight cheered before she chuckled nervously when she realized that everyone in the room was staring at her awkwardly.

“Okay, everyone else, please find your partners and get set up at a lab station,” the teacher ordered kindly.

While Spike and Twilight took a seat at one of the lab stations in the front row, Trixie got together with Starlight, Moondancer with Micro Chips, and Moonlight Raven with Sunshine Smiles. Trixie and Starlight occupied the station behind Spike and Twilight’s station, Moondancer with Micro Chips occupied the one across from the latter’s, and Moonlight Raven with Sunshine Smiles occupied the station across from Starlight and Trixie. Unknown to Spike, the two girls behind him were gazing at his figure with interest.

‘Oh my god, Spike is SO cute! I really hope he’s single!’ Starlight said in her mind.

‘That boy is definitely my soul mate. I will not lose him to the likes of Ms. Sparkle!’ Trixie smirked wickedly and licked her lips.

“Okay, children, all eyes up here; for we are ready to start the school year,” Zecora rhymed again before she started the lesson on chemistry.

When the first class was over, Spike went back to his locker, grabbed his history book, and walked off to find his History class. He walked up the main staircase, turned a few corners, and eventually found the History classroom. When he entered, he looked around and saw some students that he hasn’t met yet. One of the students was a boy around Bob’s age and height. He had long green hair while wearing a brown hat on his head and had light green colored eyes. He was wearing a brown vest over a red T-shirt, blue jeans and light brown shoes. He also had a button pin that had a recycling symbol on it. Another student was another boy who had orange hair and sky blue eyes. He wore light blue glasses, a dark blue sweater over a light blue collared shirt, dark grey pants, and orange tennis shoes with white shoe laces. The third student was a girl around Twilight’s age. She had shoulder length blonde hair and golden eyes, which appeared to be crossed. She was dressed in a blue collared shirt with a yellow necktie, a green skirt with bubble symbols, white socks and green sandals. Some of the students that he saw before were Lyra Heartstrings and Sweetie Drops. It wasn’t long before the young boy spotted Rarity, Sunset and Applejack in one corner in the room.

“Girls!” Spike called out, immediately getting their attention.

“Spike!” they called back as he walked over to them.

“You all have History too?” he asked.

“Yep, History is my favorite subject!” Applejack hooted. “Although, it is quite a shame that Granny Smith isn’t the teacher of this course.”

“I agree, if there’s anybody who knows the concept of History, it’s Granny Smith,” Rarity nodded.

“Yeah, the real downside to taking this class is that we have Ms. Harshwhinny as the teacher,” Sunset groaned.

“What’s wrong with Ms. Harshwhinny?” Spike questioned.

“Pretty much everything,” Applejack said flatly.

“If you’re only a few seconds late to class or if you whisper to someone else, she will not hesitate in giving you a week of detention,” Rarity acknowledged.

“Hmm, that’s pretty harsh,” Spike’s eyes widened.

“I heard that one time she suspended a student just for having an IPhone turned on during class. So, it is really important that you keep yours turned off while she’s talking,” Sunset warned him.

“Duly noted,” Spike nodded.

Seeing that Ms. Harshwhinny hadn’t shown up yet, Applejack took the time to tell Spike about the rest of their classmates. She told him that the boy with long green hair was named Sandalwood and he was a part of the “eco-kids” at Canterlot High. He could also perform a baton-tossing routine with ease. The other boy with orange hair was named Sunburst. He was one of the smartest kids in the school and he was planning on being an astronomer when he graduates from college. The blonde girl was named Derpy Hooves. Spike learned that Derpy had a big and strange fascination with muffins. At breakfast, and even lunch and dinner, Derpy would always have a muffin on her. The last two students in the classroom were of course Lyra Heartstrings and Sweetie Drops, the two girls that Spike passed by in the hallway. He learned that Sweetie Drops was given a nickname by her mother: Bon-Bon. And Lyra occasionally called her by that nickname whenever they were in good moods.

“So Lyra Heartstrings and Sweetie Drops have been best friends since preschool?” Spike said in wonder.

“Of course. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen them apart,” said Rarity.

“They even danced together at last year’s Spring Fling, cheek-to-cheek and all,” Applejack chuckled.

“There have been rumors that those two are actually lesbians behind closed doors,” Sunset put in.

There was only one thing that Spike could say in response: “Whoa!”

At that moment, they were approached by a different teenage girl about Fluttershy’s age. She had light sky blue eyes and bright cyan colored hair, which was cut about halfway to her shoulders. She was wearing a light purple shirt, red and peach striped skirt, and purple boots with red ribbons tied at the top.

“Hi, girls,” the teenage girl said softly.

“Ah, Miss Coco Pommel! It’s so nice to see you, darling!” Rarity squealed in delight and kissed both of Coco’s cheeks.

“You know her?” Spike asked in surprise.

“Why, of course!” Rarity exclaimed. “She works with me over at my Carrousel Boutique in downtown. She develops the best-selling clothes in the city, besides me, of course.”

“I used to work for another girl at Crystal Prep; Suri Polomare,” Coco said sadly. “Thankfully, Rarity helped me see that Suri cared for no one but herself. So I quit working for Suri, left Crystal Prep, got a job at the Carrousel Boutique, and transferred to CHS.”

“Whoa, it sounds like you went through all lot over time,” Spike said in awe.

“Yes indeed, but I have to admit that everything worked out in the end,” Coco nodded.

The door to the classroom suddenly slammed open and there stood Ms. Harshwhinny. She had dark blue eyes and golden hair. For her attire, she wore a dark purple jacket over a white shirt, a light purple scarf around her neck, black pants and shoes. The current expression on her face seemed to match her identity; harsh.

“Sit down and pipe down at once!” Ms. Harshwhinny shouted boldly.

Almost instantly, any student standing up found his/her way to a desk and sat down in the chairs. The grumpy teacher strutted over to her desk and began to set up for her lecture of the day.

“Wow, she really IS harsh,” Spike whispered to Applejack.

“Exactly; and trying to reason with her while she’s in a foul mood is like poking a stick into a hornet’s nest,” the country girl whispered back.

“NO WHISPERING!” Ms. Harshwhinny snapped, making the students jolt back in their chairs at the sudden outburst.

While the teacher began the lesson, all of the students had the same wish in mind: they couldn’t wait for this class to be over.

After History was thankfully complete, Spike once again went back to his locker to change cooks and headed off to Algebra. However, his path was soon blocked by three male bodies. When Spike looked up, he saw three teenage boys dressed up like a biker gang looking down on him with vicious green eyes. The first boy was over Bob’s height, he had spiked dark blue hair, was wearing a white T-shirt with a red vest over it, blue jeans, and red and white tennis shoes. The second boy had black hair, was just around Spike’s age and height. He was also wearing a vest over a white T-shirt, but it was gray instead of red. The rest of his attire was brown pants and dark gray tennis shoes. The third boy had orange hair and was at least a few feet taller than the first boy. Like the other two, he was also wearing a vest over a white T-shirt, except his was light gray. He also wore light blue jeans and light gray tennis shoes. All three of them were wearing spiked collars around their necks.

“Well, look what we have here, boys,” the one in the red vest spoke.

“A newbie!” the short one sniggered.

“Yeah, a little runt!” the tall one chortled.

“Who are you guys?” Spike asked as nicely as he could.

“The name’s Rover,” the boy in the red vest replied.

“I’m Spot,” the short one put in.

“And I’m Fido,” the tall one finished.

“Can I help you guys?” Spike asked, trying his best to be polite.

“We’re here to give you an official CHS welcome,” Rover announced.

“Oh, that sounds nice,” Spike started to smile.

“How do you want to start, Rover?” Spot inquired.

“I’m thinking we can start off with a painful wedgie, follow with a wet swirlie, and top it off by throwing him into a garbage can,” rover chuckled wickedly.

“Yeah!” the other Diamond Dogs boasted.

Before Spike could even react, Rover grabbed him from the back of his underwear and got ready to pull the underclothing up.

“Can’t we negotiate this?” Spike asked nervously.

“Tempting, but no,” the bully replied.

“Let him go, Rover,” came a male voice from behind them.

The three bullies turned and saw an angry Bob Nightwalker standing there with his arms crossed. Spike seemed to notice that Patrick wasn’t with them. The Diamond Dogs all recoiled in a mocking way, obviously not scared by the interference.

“Bob Nightwalker, what a surprise! We would’ve said “hello” had we seen you,” Rover let go of Spike’s underwear and walked towards the rich boy.

“You ought to watch this kind of behavior in a high school, Rover,” Bob growled in anger. “Especially when it comes to new students.”

“This new student’s just a runt,” Rover glared at Bob before he tried to swing a punch at Bob’s face.

However, Bob managed to dodge to punch and the bully went flying face first into some of the side lockers. The other two Diamond Dogs both winced at the impact while Spike started to snicker at Rover’s unfortunate collision. Rover got back onto his feet and rubbed his forehead with his hands.

“You’re so dead, rich boy,” Rover roared and swung his fists once more.

Bob dodged to the side again and stuck out his leg. Rover tripped over the stuck out leg and once again fell into the lockers. Spike started to chuckle at this misfortune. Rover and his two colleagues couldn’t say the same.

“You never give up, do you?” Bob asked, only to be grabbed from behind by Fido.

Spike tried to step in, but Spot grabbed onto his hoodie and pulled him into a headlock. Rover got back up onto his feet and cracked his knuckles and walked towards the trapped boys with an evil smirk on his bruised face.

“Now you’re gonna get it,” Rover sneered as he raised his fist to strike the gray haired boy in the face, until...

“ROVER!” a female voice shouted from behind them.

The bully froze with fear. He knew that voice all too well. When he turned around, he came face-to-face with none other than Principal Celestia, who of course had an angry, intimidating expression on her face. Standing beside her was none other than Patrick Moonbeam, who, in contrast to the principal, wore a playful, smug expression. Spot and Fido each let go of Bob and Spike upon instinct.

“Principal Celestia! I-I-I was just trying to make friends with the new kid,” he chuckled nervously.

“Oh, really?” Celestia squinted her eyes as she held up a tape recorder in her left hand. “That’s not what this tape recorder from Patrick says.”

She pushed down on a button on the recorder and Rover’s voice could be heard from when he first threatened Spike. “I’m thinking we can start off with a painful wedgie, follow with a wet swirlie, and top it off by throwing him into a garbage can.”

“It looks like the three of you just got hustled,” Patrick mocked them.

“All three of you in my office, now,” Principal Celestia ordered.



Rover sighed in defeat and motioned for the other two to follow him, and they all walked off to her office with their heads hanging in shame. Bob and Spike started to straighten out their hair and clothes as the principal approached them.

“Are you both okay?” Celestia asked in a caring tone.

“We’re a little shaken up, but we’re fine,” Spike answered.

“Bob, you didn’t punch Rover, did you?” she asked, since she realized that Rover’s face was all bruised up.

“I honestly didn’t punch him, Principal Celestia. I simply stepped to the side and he injured himself in the process,” Bob confessed.

“I can vouch for him, Principal Celestia,” Spike defended his new friend.

“Very well then, you’d better get to class before the bell rings,” Celestia said in relief before she handed back Patrick’s tape recorder and headed off towards her office to pass sentence to the three bullies.

“What class do you have next, Spike?” Bob asked.

“I have Algebra next,” Spike took a look at his class schedule.

“Great! I have that next as well,” the gray haired smiled.

“Aw, man! I have History with Ms. Harshwhinny next! Well, I better get going so I can get it over with,” Patrick groaned and he headed off in the direction that Spike came from prior.

“Good luck, Patrick!” Spike called out after him.

“Come on, Spike, let’s get to class,” Bob beckoned him as they both walked off in a different direction.

Bob and Spike walked until they reached the Algebra classroom. Spike looked around and once again saw new and familiar faces. He noticed the three girls, Minuette, Lemon Hearts and Twinkleshine, that he walked past earlier when he first arrived at CHS. They appeared to be gossiping about some sort of private matter, which Spike shrugged off. However, as he and Bob walked by, the three girls secretly looked after Spike and sighed with passion. Spike looked ahead and spotted Fluttershy sitting near the back, talking to two students that Spike had never met before. One of them was a girl about Applejack’s age; she had auburn eyes and dark blue hair. She was dressed in a cyan jacket over a blue-green shirt, dark blue pants and light blue boots. The second student was a boy around Patrick’s age; he had green eyes and black hair. His outfit consisted of a black T-shirt with a green stripe down the middle, blue jeans, and black tennis shoes with green laces.

“Hi Fluttershy, Ember, Thorax,” Bob called out to them.

“Hey, Bob,” Ember waved.

“How’s life treating you, bro?” Thorax asked.

“Same old, same old; and I escorted my new friend here,” the gray haired boy stepped aside and allowed Spike to be seen by the others.

“Oh, hello, Spike,” Fluttershy blushed upon seeing the younger boy again.

“So, you’re the famous Spike Drake that Bob and Patrick told us about? Well, it’s nice to meet your acquaintance,” Thorax said nervously.

“You’ll have to forgive Thorax. He can be a little insecure at times,” Bob spoke.

“That’s because I grew up in a family with a lot of siblings; five sisters and one brother. They sometimes boss me around and tell me what to do, despite the fact that I’m the second oldest kid in the family, just under my brother,” Thorax explained shamefully.

“And that’s when I assured him that the way he can gain more respect from his siblings is to be more assertive. Once he did that, it changed things for him,” Ember put in.

“Whoa,” Spike said in awe.

“Yeah, all of my sisters now respect and listen to whatever I tell them, except for my brother, since he is a stubborn piece of work at times,” Thorax added.

“Like my father always says: ‘Push past the pain!’” Ember

“You’re dad sounds fun,” Spike commented.

“Yeah, well anyway, it’s really nice to meet you, kid,” Ember smiled before she continued in her mind. ‘Wow, he’s even cuter than I thought he’d be!’

“It’s nice to meet you, too. So this is Algebra?” Spike questioned.

“Yeah, although it’s much more merciful than History,” Bob nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll bet it is,” Spike said.

“Where’s Patrick?” Ember asked.

“Let’s just say he’s brushing up on his History,” Bob smiled weakly.

“You don’t mean—?” Thorax gasped.

“Yep, he’s stuck with Ms. Harshwhinny right now,” Spike confirmed.

“Alas, poor Patrick! I knew him well!” Thorax cried dramatically.

“Don’t worry; if I know Patrick, he’ll be able to hold out 45 minutes with that grumpy woman,” Ember responded.

The door to the classroom opened again and the teacher entered. Her name was Ms. Cheerilee and she had lime green eyes and moderate cerise colored hair. She wore a brown vest over a white shirt, a dark green skirt covered with yellow flower symbols, light green knee socks, and brown boots. Her eyes and face just sparkled with attractiveness. Spike seemed to be marveled at her beauty.

“Okay, let’s quiet down please,” Ms. Cheerilee politely ordered. “It’s time to take roll call! Spike Drake?”

“Here,” Spike raised his hand.

“Bob Nightwalker?”

“Here,” Bob responded.


“Here,” she replied.


“Here,” he confirmed.


“Present,” Fluttershy said delicately.

After taking role with the rest of the class, Ms. Cheerilee turned to the chalkboard, picked up a piece of chalk and began to start the Algebra lesson. As Ms. Cheerilee was going over the lesson, she would occasionally take glances at Spike and a light blush would appear on both her cheeks.

‘Whoa, just looking at Spike gives me chills,’ the teacher said in her mind.

Soon the lunch bell rang and the students were making their way to the cafeteria. All of them were anxious to see what was on the menu today. Today they were serving cheeseburgers with a side of French fries, a small bowl of fruit, and a piece of chocolate cake for dessert. Spike helped himself to pretty much everything on the menu and picked out a can of soda pop for his drink. He then looked out into the seating area and saw the other students going about their own business. After taking a good scan around the room, he spotted a vacant table in the center and started to walk towards it.

“SPIKE, OVER HERE!” a familiar shrill female voice suddenly shouted across the room.

Spike looked over and spotted the mane seven, Bob and Patrick sitting at a table on the far side of the cafeteria. Without hesitating, he began walking over to join them. As he was heading for the table, many of the female students began looking at him with lustful expressions. Lyra and Bon-bon licked their lips while Derpy panted heavily like a dog on a hot day. Minuette, Lemon Hearts and Twinkleshine all had bedroom eyes. Trixie and Starlight were starting to rub their arms nervously and passionately. And most of all, Ember was starting to feel wet just by looking at the green haired boy.

“Hey guys and girls,” Spike greeted his new friends as he reached the table and took a seat in between Twilight and Sunset.

“You didn’t think we were going to let you sit alone on your first day, were you?” Rainbow asked skeptically.

“Well, I never had any friends to sit next to at my old school,” Spike admitted.

“That’s really sad,” Fluttershy said sympathetically.

“Yeah, not a lot of fun!” Pinkie whined.

“Well, at least you’ve got some friends to sit with now, Sugarcube,” Applejack smiled.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Spike shrugged his shoulders.

“For the record, having a few friends can make a difference from no friends at all,” Bob spoke.

“Truer words were never spoken,” Twilight agreed.

“So, Patrick, did you like History?” Spike asked.

“Ugh!” was the response from the plump boy.

“I’m gonna take that as a no,” Spike nodded.

“I feel violated,” Patrick wheezed. “It’s like she was interrogating me for information, and I wanted to give it up, but I didn’t even know what it was!”

“Would you get over it already? You’re still alive,” Bob groaned.

“So, how do you like CHS so far, Spike?” Twilight asked.

“I’m really enjoying it, although I almost got bullied by some older boys,” Spike confessed.

“WHAT?!” the girls shouted in shock, causing everyone in the cafeteria to look their way in bewilderment.

“The Diamond Dogs tried to bully Spike today, just like they do to all new students,” Bob explained once the other students resumed their own business.

“Of all the rotten nerve!” Applejack frowned.

“Ugh, I despise those ruffians! They constantly pick on innocent students and smell like musky dogs!” Rarity commented in disgust.

“That’s probably one of the reasons why they got stuck with their gang name,” Patrick joked.

“They are pretty terrible party poopers,” Pinkie scowled.

“At least Bob and Patrick were there to help me, otherwise I would have gotten a wedgie, swirlie and a trash bath from those three,” Spike shivered at the thought of what he just mentioned.

“But remember Spike; Patrick and I won’t always be around to help you, so you’re gonna have to learn how to stand up for yourself in times of crisis,” Bob warned him.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Spike nodded. “But other than that, I think that I’m going to like it here at CHS,” he finished.

“That’s good to hear, Spike,” Twilight nodded.

“Another downside is that I’m not too keen on having all of the girls staring at me all the time. It’s really making me uncomfortable,” Spike continued.

“What’s so bad about it? I wouldn’t mind having the girls staring at me behind my back—” Patrick stopped in mid-sentence when he realized what the problem was. “Oh, I see what you mean.”

“Those girls are just doing some harmless flirting. They’ll tone it down eventually, darling,” Rarity clarified.

“And if they happen to get out of hand, then we’ll help you get through it,” Sunset said softly, while the other girls voiced their agreement.

“Are you going to eat that muffin, Lyra?” Derpy asked from their table.

“Oh, here they go again,” Bob groaned.

“Heh, classic Derpy,” Rainbow smirked.

“Hey, I kind of forgot; is Derpy the one who’s obsessed with muffins?” Patrick asked his adoptive brother.

“Derpy, are you sure you want my muffin? I mean, you already had one for breakfast this morning,” Lyra pointed out.

“Yes, please, just give it to me!” Derpy breathed deeply.

“Yeah, that’s her,” Patrick nodded his head.

Unknown to Spike, three girls around his age were also approaching the table. The first girl had a pink bow on her head, tangelo eyes and long red hair. She was wearing a light green shirt, blue jean shorts and orange boots. The second girl had green eyes and long purple and pink hair. This girl’s attire was a pink jacket over a striped T-shirt, yellow skirt, and pink boots. The third girl had purple eyes and lavender hair, which was cut up in a similar style to Ember’s hair. She was dressed in a black hoodie, green shorts and black boots. The three girls all had their sights set on the new boy.

“There he is, Crusaders. The new boy that Applejack told me about,” the one with the pink bow whispered.

“Oh, he’s so cute!” the second girl squealed happily.

“Yeah, he’s a decent-looking fella,” the third girl smirked.

“Just play it cool,” the first one said as they got closer to the table.

“Hey, little sis!” Applejack hooted to the red haired girl.

“Hey, big sis!” the first girl responded happily.

“Sweetie Belle!” Rarity squealed in delight.

“Hi, Rarity!” the second girl beamed.

“Hey, Scoot! What’s up?” Rainbow asked casually.

“Keeping it real!” the third girl crossed her arms with a smirk.

“Who are they?” Spike whispered to Twilight.

“They’re Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow’s little sisters,” Twilight answered.

“Is this Spike?” the red haired girl asked.

“Yup, this here is Spike Drake,” Applejack confirmed.

“Nice to meet ya, Spike. I’m Applebloom,” the red haired girl introduced herself.

“I’m Sweetie Belle,” the pink/purple haired girl put in.

“I’m Scootaloo,” the lavender haired girl finished.

“It’s nice to meet you all too,” Spike shook their hands politely.

“I’ll never wash this hand again,” Sweetie Belle whispered to the high heavens.

“Would you three like to join us for lunch?” Spike asked politely.

“YEAH!” Scootaloo exclaimed, until she forced herself to calm down and play it cool. “I mean, if it’s totally cool with you.”

“Sure, I would be honored if you would join us,” Spike smiled, while the others nodded in agreement.

So with that said, the three younger girls sat down at the table and Spike began to learn more about them. Applebloom was the younger sister of Applejack obviously, Sweetie Belle was Rarity’s younger sister, and Scootaloo was the adoptive little sister of Rainbow Dash. As it turned out, Scootaloo lost her parents in a car crash when she was only 3 years old and was put in an orphanage as a result. Rainbow Dash’s parents adopted her when she was 9 and she couldn’t have been happier. When the three girls met at Diamond Tiara’s 11th birthday party, they instantly became very good friends with each other. In fact, they became so inseparable, that overtime they became known as the Crusaders. They also mentioned that Diamond Tiara and her best friend, Silver Spoon, were not really friendly with other people, except for those who were either rich or in high-class standards. But other than that little nitpick, the Crusaders were good friends with just about everyone else, except for the Diamond Dogs as well.

“So you three really like it here at CHS?” Spike questioned after taking in all the information that he learned so far.

“Like it? We love it!” Sweetie Belle smiled.

“In fact, we love this school so much we even sing a song about it,” Scootaloo added.

“Song?” Spike raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t ask,” Patrick whispered to the green haired boy.

“What kind of song?” Spike asked anyway.

“What kind of song?” Applebloom repeated.

“We’ll tell you all about it!” Sweetie Belle smiled brightly.

“Just sit back and listen,” Scootaloo finished.

“You had to ask,” Patrick slapped his forehead while the three girls got up and started to sing their song.

"We're So Proud of our School"

When the three girls finished singing, Bob, Spike and the other girls clapped, but Patrick clapped at a slow pace.

“Wow! That was really catchy!” Spike said.

“Really?” the three girls asked hopefully.

“Yeah!” he nodded. “You should be in a band.”

“Don’t put crazy ideas into their heads, Spike,” Patrick hissed.

“Why didn’t we think of that, Crusaders?” Applebloom asked her two friends.

“Damn it,” the plump boy groaned.

“Patrick, watch your language!” Bob scolded.

“Sorry,” the striped haired boy hung his head shamefully.

At that moment, two girls around the Crusaders’ age just walked in with their lunch trays. They were Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. Diamond Tiara had light blue eyes and light purple hair. She was dressed in a yellow jacket over a black shirt, a light gray skirt, yellow boots, and wore a diamond tiara shaped hairclip in her hair. Silver Spoon had lilac eyes and light gray hair. She was dressed in a purple shirt, a pink skirt, and purple boots. She also wore a pearl necklace around her neck and light blue glasses over her eyes. Once the two girls spotted the Crusaders in front of them, they stopped and narrowed their eyes.

“Look, it those loser Crusaders again,” Diamond Tiara said disgracefully.

“We should avoid them at all costs,” Silver Spoon suggested.

“Bump, bump, sugar lump rump,” the two girls chuckled as they did their secret handshake routine.

The two girls were about to walk away, when they stopped after taking a glance at the back of Spike’s head.

“Wait a minute! Who’s that kid with the green hair?” Diamond Tiara asked in wonder.

“That must be Spike Drake himself!” Silverspoon gasped in realization.

“Spike Drake? The new student that every girl is gossiping about?!”

“The one and the same.”

“Silver Spoon, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That we should go over there, introduce ourselves to him, and ask him to sit with us over at the cool kids table?”

“Exactly, now let’s go.”

The two high-class girls walked over to the table and caught the attention of everybody sitting there, and all of them, save Spike, were completely shocked that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon just approached them. All three of the Crusaders quickly frowned at their sudden presence.

“Greetings, Mr. Nightwalker, Mr. Moonbeam, girls,” Diamond Tiara said as politely as she could.

Now this was a surprise for Bob, Patrick and the girls, since Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon never had the courtesy to greet them in a friendly manner before. Knowing that it was rude to ignore a greeting from a female, Bob cleared his throat and responded to Diamond Tiara’s salutation.

“Uh, hello, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon,” Bob said hesitantly. “It’s nice to see the both of you today...I think.”

The others gave their own greetings, while the Crusaders only groaned at the twosome’s presence, until they were ordered to give a more polite greeting by Applejack and Rarity. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon ignored the three girls and turned their gazes over to Spike.

“And who might you be?” Diamond Tiara asked with flirtatious eyes.

“Oh, I’m Spike Drake,” Spike introduced himself once again.

“Spike Drake? That is such a handsome name for a boy like you,” Silver Spoon winked.

“Oh, uh...thank you,” Spike started to sweat.

“I’m Diamond Tiara, daughter of billionaires, Filthy Rich and Spoiled Rich,” Diamond Tiara introduced herself.

“And I’m Silver Spoon, best friend of Diamond Tiara,” Silver Spoon introduced herself next.

“It’s nice the meet the both of you?”

“Yes, it is nice, isn’t it?” Diamond Tiara did a hair flip.

“I hate to interrupt this...friendly moment, but why are you two here?” Patrick questioned.

“Well, Silver Spoon and I were wondering is Spike would like to sit with us for lunch today,” Diamond Tiara slid over to Spike and cupped his chin with her hand and gazed into his eyes lovingly. “I promise that we can make it worth your while.”

Spike was completely flabbergasted, since just about every girl and their sister was hitting on him on the first day. “Oh, uh, well, um...”

“Just a cotton pickin’ minute!” Applebloom spoke boldly while standing up, eventually followed by the rest of the girls. “You two can’t just waltz up here and steal Spike away like that!”

“We just did. Besides, I’m sure that Spike would much rather sit with rich, high class girls like us instead of average, middle class girls like you,” Silver Spoon smirked derisively.

“With all due respect, girls, I believe that Spike is sitting with us today,” Rarity stepped in.

“Keep your snooty nose out of this!” Diamond Tiara growled.

“How dare you! Unlike you, my friends and I are most of the time the emphasis of hospitality and good manners! H-m-ph!” Rarity huffed.

“Exactly! H-m-ph!” Pinkie raised her nose in the air.

Both sides continued to squabble, which gained some unwanted attention from the other students in the cafeteria. Unable to take anymore bickering, Spike inhaled and released a loud whistle, causing the girls to stop arguing and cover their ears. Bob and Patrick also had to cover their ears since they weren’t very fond of loud noises. After they had quieted down, Spike stood up and got in between his new friends and the two rich girls.

“Look, can we all just calm down?” Spike said before turning to face Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. “I really appreciate the offer, but I think I’m going to sit with my new friends today. I really want to take this time to get to know them. Maybe I can sit you some other time.”

The two girls were slightly heartbroken with this answer, but knew that he made a good point. They could always sit with Spike at lunch another time. Not wanting to show their disappointment, the two rich girls managed to keep a brave face.

“Oh...very well then. Come along, Silver Spoon, we know when we’re not wanted,” Diamond Tiara held onto her composure as she began walking away.

“Quite right,” Silver Spoon nodded as she tagged along with her best friend.

Spike was about to speak out to them, when Applebloom spoke up as Spike and the girls sat back down in their seats. “Trust me, Spike, you don’t want to hang around the likes of them.”

“I really hate those two!” Sweetie Belle growled.

“Sweetie Belle, watch your tone!” Rarity lightly scolded.

“But still, she does make a good point,” Patrick pointed out. “Those two girls aren’t exactly the friendly sort of people here at CHS.”

“See? Patrick understands why we can’t stand them,” Applebloom gestured a hand in the plump boy’s position.

“What exactly is wrong with them?” Spike raised an eyebrow.

“Everything! They’ve been mean to all three of us ever since we met them in kindergarten and onwards,” Scootaloo explained.

“The fact is that those two are a couple of rotten apples,” Applebloom crossed her arms.

“Well, maybe they’re not as bad as they appear to be,” Spike said.

“What do you mean?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“In the words of Harper Lee; try putting yourself in their boots. Maybe you don’t know them as well as you think,” Spike explained.

“Spike’s right, you shouldn’t judge someone until you get to know them for who they really are,” Bob agreed.

The Crusaders began thinking this information over. Were they really judging Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon properly or was there always something more to them? After carefully processing this thought, the friends resumed eating their lunch. They also took this time to get to know more about Spike, which made them fonder of him than before.

Soon the bell rang, signifying that the lunch period was over. After biding each other good bye, the group of friends began to head off to their next classes of the day. Within the crowd of students, Spike walked alongside Bob, Patrick and Rainbow Dash.

“What class do you have next, Spike?” Bob asked.

“Gym,” he answered.

“Awesome! I have that class next too!” Rainbow cheered.

“You do?” Spike’s eyes widened with interest.

“Yeah and getting to play all kinds of sports in gym is awesome!” Rainbow beamed.

“As long as it isn’t dodgeball,” Patrick shuddered.

“Why don’t you like dodgeball?” Spike questioned.

“Because it’s really hard to dodge all of those rubber balls flying straight towards you at full speed,” the striped haired boy clarified.

“Well, I’m sure that we won’t have to play dodgeball on the first day of school,” Bob assured them as they walked towards the gymnasium.

In the gymnasium, the students were chatting amongst themselves. The students also changed out of their normal clothes and were now wearing gym uniforms. The boys were wearing blue colored uniforms while the girls wore red colored uniforms. Spike was standing in a corner of the gym with Bob, Patrick and Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash kept herself occupied by doing some body stretches, while Bob and Patrick glanced up at the ceiling, lost in a daze. Spike took a gaze around and noticed that there were more students that he hasn’t met before. There were two teenage girls around Applejack’s age standing by the bleachers, casually gossiping to themselves. One of the girls light brown eyes and blue/white hair. The other girl had purple eyes and light teal hair. Not too far away from the girls were two boys around Spike’s age. One of them was short and plump, while the other skinny and slightly taller. The plump boy had orange hair, green eyes and beaver-shaped buck teeth. The skinny boy had green hair and brown eyes. On the other side of the gym, two more boys about Bob’s age were talking to each other. The first boy had sky blue eyes and spiky hair just like Spike, except that it was blue. The second boy was taller and muscular with red eyes and golden hair.

Bob took notice of Spike looking at the other students and decided to tell him their names. The girl with light teal hair was Flitter, the girl with blue/white hair was Cloudchaser, the plump boy was Snips, the skinny boy was Snails, the boy with blue hair was Flash Sentry, and the muscular boy was Bulk Biceps. Flitter and Cloudchaser were twin sisters who were into all kinds of sports just like Rainbow Dash. Snips and Snails were brothers who were always trying to find girlfriends, but every time they try to talk to girls, they only come out as awkward and desperate. Flash Sentry was the leader of his own band called Flash Drive and he was a master on the electric guitar. Bulk Biceps was one of the strongest, yet kind-hearted, boy in the entire school. Spike then shifted his glance back towards Flitter and Cloudchaser, and noticed that they were giving him flirtatious winks and blew kisses his way. This little love gesture made Spike back up in confusion.

“I wonder why all of the girls are always staring at me,” Spike wondered.

“Girls usually tend to go after the new boy,” Bob replied. “Believe me; they practically came after me and Patrick the first time the both of us came here. I’m sure that it’ll blow over soon.”

Spike thought about it for a minute and deep down, he knew that Bob made a good point. Eventually, the girls would calm down around him. Rainbow Dash finished with her stretches and walked over to the three boys.

“Ah, now this is what I call a uniform that I can move around in,” Rainbow Dash said as she breathed comfortably.

“Yeah, these uniforms feel really comfortable,” Spike smiled.

“That’s because Rarity had a helping hand in making them,” Rainbow nodded.

“That figures,” Bob smiled knowingly.

“My shorts feel kind of weird. Maybe Rarity got some of the measurements wrong,” Patrick winced.

“Either that or it’s probably because you’ve got them on backwards,” Bob rolled his eyes.

Patrick took a peek into his shorts and saw that the tag was on the wrong side, indicating that the shorts were indeed on backwards.

“Oh, Jiminy Cricket! I’ll be right back,” Patrick groaned before he walked off somewhere private to put the shorts on correctly.

When Patrick was out of sight, Spike noticed that a girl around Rainbow’s age was walking over to their location. She had hazel colored eyes and long, golden hair. Spike noticed that Bob had a worried expression on his face while Rainbow had an angry expression on hers.

“Well, look what we have here,” the golden haired girl smirked.

“Hello, Lightning Dust,” Rainbow greeted coldly.

“Rainbow Dash,” Lightning Dust replied with an equally irked expression.

“Oh, boy, it’s the match of the century,” Bob groaned as he face-palmed his forehead.

“They know each other?” Spike questioned.

“Yeah, they met at the tryouts for the Wonderbolts Football Team. They ended up getting paired up with Lightning Dust being the team leader and Rainbow Dash being the subordinate,” Bob explained.

“And in the end, it was Rainbow’s fault that I got kicked out of the tryouts! She just had to go sucking up to Captain Spitfire about how I happened to be a little over-the-top with the other players. And when I got kicked out, Rainbow was promoted to team leader,” Lightning said hatefully.

“MY fault? You’re the one who recklessly injured a lot of the opposing team members just to win a goal and you know it!” Rainbow snarled in response.

“Hey, when it comes to sports, you have to do anything to win!” Lightning boasted.

“That’s not how you play sports. When you play any kind of sport, you also have to take into account the wellbeing of not only yourself and your own team, but the other team as well,” Bob intervened.

“I don’t recall asking for your input!” Lightning glared at the rich boy.

“Bob does make a good point. You always have to have sportsmanship when playing sports,” Spike spoke up.

Once that was said, Lightning Dust turned her gaze towards him and her annoyed expression turned into one of passion.

“And who might you be?” she asked kindly.

“Don’t change the subject!” Rainbow yelled accusingly.

“I just asked him what his name is,” Lightning shrugged innocently.

“My name is Spike Drake,” Spike answered.

“Awesome name,” Lightning winked.

“Brown-nose,” Rainbow muttered angrily.

At that moment, Patrick returned with his shorts on the right way. “Man, I’m 18 years old and I’m still putting my clothes on backwards.”

“I still think it’s ironic that you know how to use a microwave when you can’t put your clothes on the right way,” Bob chuckled.

“Ha-ha,” Patrick laughed sarcastically until his eyes narrowed after spotting Lightning Dust. “Well, look who’s back.”

“Patrick Moonbeam, how’s your face been all this time?” Lightning asked mockingly.

“Better since the time you bushwhacked it,” Patrick crossed his arms.

“What did she do?” Spike questioned.

“I’ll tell you what she did. Bob and I were visiting Rainbow during the tryouts and after Lightning got kicked out of the tryouts, she punched the left side of my face as she stormed by,” Patrick explained.

“Afterwards, Patrick had a black eye and a sore cheek,” Bob finished.

“Well, it wouldn’t have happened if “skittle-head” here didn’t rat me out,” Lightning scorned.

That sentence finally got on Rainbow’s last nerve, since the rainbow haired girl cracked her knuckles while her face turned red in anger. “SHUT UP!”

She leapt to attack Lightning, but Bob and Patrick quickly blocked her path. Rainbow reached her arms out to try and strangle Lightning Dust, who just backed up and gave Rainbow a mocking innocent face.

“My, my, what a temper you’ve got there,” Lightning chuckled.

Finally having enough, Rainbow shoved Bob and Patrick out of the way and ran up until she was face to face with Lightning Dust. Knowing he had to act fast in order to avoid a fight breaking out, Spike jumped in between the two girls and placed a hand on both of their abdomens, trying to keep the athletes apart.

“Now come on, you two. Can’t you guys just put the past behind you and reconcile?” Spike asked.

The two girls felt flustered that Spike had his hands on their bodies, but eventually shook it off as they kept annoyed glances at each other.

“Not likely,” Rainbow shook her head.

“As if,” Lightning also shook her head.

“It seems to me that they’re never going to get along with each other, Spike,” Bob shook his head.

“I always thought the reason why they never get along is because they’re so much alike,” Patrick spoke.

“LIKE HER?!” Rainbow and Lightning both yelled to the plump boy at the same time.

“I rest my case,” Patrick nodded.

Lightning shook off Patrick response and shoved Rainbow away before she wrapped her arm around Spike, causing him to sweat. “So, anyway, are you fond of sports, Spike?”

“Y-yeah, I-I enjoy sports,” he answered nervously.

“In that case, maybe I can teach you some of my special moves,” Lightning grinned maliciously. “And I’ll probably even give you something else in advance.”

Acting fast, Rainbow grabbed ahold of Spike and pulled him out of Lightning’s grasp while giving her an enraged glare.

“You’re the last person he would ever take advice from!” Rainbow barked.

“Like you could be a better teacher?”

“I couldn’t do worse!”

“The problem is you’re just jealous!”

“Jealous of what? Jealous of your recklessness? Of your selfish arrogance? Of the fact that you don’t care who you step on to get whatever it is that you want?”

“To name a few!”

Not taking any more of this constant bickering, Spike once again got in between the two of them and pushed them apart.

“ENOUGH! Look at you two. You’re making a scene in front of other students!” Spike growled as he gestured to the other scholars, who were all watching the drama from the sidelines. Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust took a look at all of the eyes that were staring at them, which caused their cheeks to turn a shade of red in embarrassment. “Now, Lightning Dust, while I’m flattered that you would like to teach me what you know about sports, I’d rather learn from the coach today.”

Lightning Dust thought about what he said and wanted to continue trying to win him over, but for once she couldn’t bring herself to do it. It’s almost like she got some sense knocked into her.

“If that’s what you want, then I respect your answer,” Lightning nodded supportively.

“Thank you,” Spike thanked her before she walked away to another part of the gym.

“How do you do that?” Patrick asked.

“Do what?” Spike raised an eyebrow.

“How do you talk some sense into others?” the plump boy asked again.

“I don’t know. It’s probably just who I am,” Spike shrugged.

“It’s almost time for class to start,” Bob noticed that the time for the beginning of gym class was growing near.

“Let’s just get this class over with,” Patrick grumbled.

“Where’s the coach already?” Rainbow began to grow restless.

“I don’t know. The coach should’ve been here by now,” Bob said in unease.

“I just hope that this coach is more merciful than Ms. Harshwhinny,” Patrick shuddered. “I remember that Coach Spitfire is more understanding despite her firm nature.”

“Didn’t you hear the news? Spitfire is taking a temporary leave of absence,” Bob said.

“Why?” the striped haired boy asked.

“She’s taking a break from coaching at CHS for a while to rejoin as Captain of the Wonderbolts football team,” Rainbow Dash explained.

“Well, then who’s our new coach?” Patrick asked again.

“STUDENTS!” a harsh voice yelled out from the side.

Everyone in the room whipped their heads around to see a large man standing in the doorway. The man had a silver nose ring through his schnozzle and apparently had strong muscles just about everywhere on his body. He had dark blue eyes and dark blue hair shaped into a Mohawk. He was dressed in a blue tank top, dark blue athletic pants and black tennis shoes. The man had an intimidating look on his face powerful enough to send shivers down a person’s spine.

“I am Coach Iron Will and I am your worst nightmare!” the large man growled, causing the students, except for Rainbow Dash, to gasp in terror. “From now until the end of the semester, I’m in charge! You will listen to any order I give you! By the end of the semester, all of you will be turned into assertive machines!”

“I wonder if somebody else will switch classes with me,” Snips whispered to Snails, who nodded in agreement.

“SILENCE IN THE RANKS!” Iron Will snapped, causing the two boys to shiver. “Now, to start off the semester, all of you will be competing in an obstacle course outside!”

Rainbow Dash, Lightning Dust and Bulk Biceps all perked up after hearing this, but the same couldn’t be said for the other students.

Outside, the students faced a large obstacle course that they were definitely going to have to participate in. The first step was swinging on a rope over a large sand pit. The second step was running through a tire field. The third step was jumping over a total of 8 hurdlers. The fourth step was walking on a narrow balance beam. The fifth step was jumping over some hay bales. The sixth step was climbing on the monkey bars. The seventh and final step was climbing over the wall climb. While Rainbow Dash, Lightning Dust and Bulk Biceps looked enthusiastic about the obstacle course, the others were a little uneasy about it.

“It’s a nightmare, I tell you!” Patrick cried out.

“I’ve actually seen worse,” Spike spoke nervously.

“Like what?” Bob asked.

“I accidentally walked in on my mom in her birthday suit once,” the green haired boy shuddered at the memory.

“I’m sorry for you,” the gray haired boy said sympathetically.

“Okay, I take back what I said earlier; dodgeball is fine,” Patrick quivered.


Once the whistle was blown, the students dashed off to start the obstacle course. Rainbow and Lightning were the first ones to reach the rope swing. Just like daring Do in one of her adventure novels, Rainbow swung over the gap with ease, with Lightning not too far behind. Right after the two girls, Spike ran up to the rope, grabbed ahold of it, and also swung across the gap with ease. While Bob and Patrick were coming up behind him, Spike dashed off to finish the rest of the course. Spike zipped past Lightning Dust, much to her surprise, and he found himself running side-by-side with Rainbow Dash. Rainbow gave him a wink and he gave her a wink in return, causing her to mentally sigh with passion. Soon the students reached the monkey bars and most of them didn’t think they could go on any longer.

“Holy marathon, we just got to the monkey bars and I’m already pooped!” Patrick announced.

“Less talking, more climbing!” Bob beckoned his brother.

After climbing over the wall climb, Spike was still in the lead with Rainbow Dash, with Lightning Dust not too far behind. Her eyes happened upon Spike’s butt and she started licking her lips with hunger.

‘I have to admit, this kid is fast, but not fast enough. Still, he’s got a cute ass,’ Lightning said in her head while she gazed at Spike’s behind while trying to keep up.

After all of the students ran the obstacle course 5 times in a row, most of them collapsed onto the ground except for Spike, Bob, Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust. Iron Will frowned at the students on the ground before he let it slip.

“Iron Will is impressed! Most of you have gained Iron Will’s outmost respect, but some of you have a long way to go! Now head for the showers, ladies!” Iron Will said boldly before pointing back

“Did he just call us ladies?” Patrick asked awkwardly.

“Don’t ask,” Bob replied.

“I already did,” Patrick pointed out.

“I’m so tired. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk again,” Snails wheezed.

“Well, it could be worse,” Snips panted.

At that moment, something large blocked their path. The two boys looked up to see an angry Iron Will looking down on them like Chernabog from Fantasia.

“Hold it! You two were 5 seconds over from the requested time! And for that, the both of you will drop and give me 50 push-ups!” Iron Will said sternly to Snips and Snails.

“I don’t want to do push-ups,” Snails whined.

“PUSH-UPS!” Iron Will shouted and blew his whistle even louder, causing the two boys to fall to the ground and started their assigned number of push-ups, making them even more miserable then before.

Back in the boys’ locker room, they each took a quick shower, dried off and got back into their regular clothes. While they were doing this, they were still trying to recover from the harsh methods of Coach Iron Will, especially Snips and Snails.

“I feel violated,” Flash wheezed.

“Tell me about it,” Snips breathed heavily.

“I wonder which teacher is the most severe so far; Ms. Harshwhinny or Iron Will,” Snails wondered.

“I’m still trying to figure that out since it’s hard to tell which one is the lesser of two evils,” Patrick whimpered.

“Get ahold of yourselves, boys. We can’t let them break us down like that,” Bob encouraged them.

“Bob’s right, we have to be strong if we’re going to survive the year at this rate,” Spike nodded.

“YEAH!” Bulk shouted strongly.

In the girls’ locker room, the girls were going through the same routine that the boys were doing. The only ones who seemed to be unaffected by Iron Will’s harsh methods were Rainbow Dash, Lightning Dust, and to a certain extent, Flitter.

“Whoo! What a rush! I can’t wait to do that again!” Flitter squealed in delight.

“Again? That obstacle course didn’t bother you?” Cloudchaser said in bewilderment.

“Nope!” Flitter shook her head happily.

“Oh, please! That obstacle course was nothing I couldn’t handle! The whole thing was just a bunch of worthless challenges,” Lightning boasted.

“You’re pretty much full of it,” Rainbow remarked.

“That’s just what I expected you to say, Dash,” Lightning rolled her eyes.

“Girls, you gotta admit, Spike looked very fearless when he ran through the obstacle course,” Flitter giggled.

“Totally! Doesn’t he seem like an awesome boy?” Cloudchaser beamed.

‘Yeah, an awesome boy,’ Rainbow sighed lovingly to herself.

After resting for a few more minutes, the bell rang, indicating that it was time for the students to head off to their next classes. Once the students had left, Iron Will marched out of the gym proudly with his head up.

“Once again, Iron Will, you turned those weaklings into assertive machines!” Iron Will laughed to himself.

However, he unknowingly ended up walking onto a freshly mopped floor and slid out of control. He flailed his arms around trying to regain his balance but he ended up slipping and fell onto his stomach. The force of the fall caused him to slide into the wall headfirst. Once his head made contact with the wall, he began to see butterflies flying around his head. At that moment, Derpy came around the corner wearing a janitor’s outfit and holding a mop. She saw the state Iron Will was in and gasped in bewilderment.

“Oh, did I forget to put out the “Wet Floor” sign again? Oops, my bad!” Derpy announced confusingly.

It was time for the last class of the day: Drama. It turned out that Patrick is once again in the same class as Spike. After regaining their strength back, Spike and Patrick walked down the hallways, looking around for the classroom. The two boys soon stopped in their tracks when they saw a slightly older teenage boy approaching them. He had light teal eyes and long, golden hair. The outfit he was dressed in was a dark gray, long sleeved collared shirt, blue jeans and tan shoes.

“Blueblood,” Patrick greeted the boy coldly.

“Moonbeam,” Blueblood greeted back with the same tone before his eyes shifted to Spike. “Let me take a wild guess, you’re Spike Drake, the new boy I’ve been hearing about, correct?”

“Uh...yes?” Spike nodded as Blueblood narrowed his eyes.

“Good, because I’ve been hearing so much about you from the girls at this school.”

“You have?”

“Yes and I want to give you a fair warning: I have a reputation as being the most attractive boy in this school and I don’t like competition. So stay away from all of the girls around here.”

Spike couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This older boy was actually trying to order him around like he was the head of the school. Well, Spike was not going to take this lying down.

“Well, if the girls decide that they want to talk to me, I’m not going to ignore them,” Spike said bravely.

“Maybe I wasn’t clear, you’re not allowed to go near or speak to any of the girls here until you graduate,” Blueblood stepped closer, until Patrick stepped in front of Spike with an annoyed expression.

“Hey, you can’t tell my new friend here what to do, you royal pain!” Patrick spoke up.

“You keep out of this, Moonbeam, or I’ll make you obey my rule, too! I don’t care who your brother is!” Blueblood retorted.

“BLUEBLOOD!” a familiar, trans-Atlantic English voice came from behind them. When the three boys turned around, they spotted both Rarity and Pinkie Pie standing there with angry expressions.

“Oh, um, hello, ladies,” Blueblood tried to regain his coquettish composure, but it didn’t seem to work.

“Drop the act! We know what you’re trying to do; you’re trying to force Spike into avoiding us just so you can have the attention of every girl in this school all for yourself! So let me give you a warning: stay away from Spike or we’ll go straight to your Aunts so they can whip you into shape!” Rarity pointed an accusing finger in his face.

“Yeah, you big meanie!” Pinkie also scolded him.

“Hmph!” Blueblood huffed as he stormed off, leaving the two boys and two girls alone in the hallway.

“Are you alright, Spike?” Rarity asked in worry.

“Yes, but who was that?” the green haired boy

“That was Blueblood, Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal Luna’s nephew,” Patrick answered.

“He is without a doubt the most selfish, arrogant boy I’ve ever met!” Rarity huffed.

“Yeah, he’s a real party pooper,” Pinkie said with squinted eyes.

“What did he mean by he doesn’t care who Bob is?” Spike turned to Patrick.

“Bob and Blueblood have a bit of a complicated history. Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal Luna usually preferred Bob over Blueblood because Bob was the more helpful and unselfish one. Blueblood was so angry that he challenged Bob to a wrestling match, which Bob eventually won and gained a huge amount of respect from the school that Blueblood used to have. So Bob and Blueblood have been sworn enemies ever since,” Patrick explained.

“You know, that’s still a lot to take in when you say it all at once,” Pinkie commented.

“Come on, let’s get to class,” Rarity beckoned them and they continued to walk down the hallway.

After another minute of walking, they finally arrived at their drama class. The interior of the classroom was phenomenal. On one side of the room stood a row of bleachers similar to those in the gymnasium. On the other side of the room was a slightly smaller stage with red stage curtains hung up behind it. Above the stage was a small catwalk that held some stage lights directed towards the stage. And once again, there were more students that Spike hasn’t acquainted yet. There was a boy around his age with both lavender eyes and hair. The boy wore a white T-shirt, dark gray pants, and black and white tap shoes. There were also three new teenage girls that he hasn’t met before. The first girl had white hair and wore thick magenta colored glasses/goggles over her eyes. She wore a black top with white stripes, a magenta scarf around her neck, a black skirt with multiple pink diamond symbols and a pink and white stripe at the bottom, and black go-go boots. The second girl had dark gray hair and light purple eyes. She was wearing a purple top over a white button-up shirt, a pink bowtie around her neck, a pink skirt with a treble clef symbol, white knee socks and black shoes. She also held a cello instrument in her hands. The third girl had dark blue hair with teal streaks and, much like the first girl, wore magenta colored glasses over her eyes. She was dressed in a white spring jacket, white skirt with a double musical note symbol, magenta pants with pink lightning bolt symbols, and light blue sneakers. She also had big headphones over her ears, which indicated that she was listening to music.

Pinkie Pie noticed that Spike was looking towards the other students and told him who they were, since she practically knew just about everybody at CHS. The young boy was named Tender Taps and his passion was tap dancing. The first girl was named Photo Finish and she was the one who was always taking pictures of everything at CHS whenever she needed to. The second girl was Octavia Melody and she was one of the main members of the CHS orchestra. The third girl was Vinyl Scratch (although her nickname was DJ Pon3), and she was the one in charge of creating remixes of music with her DJ mixers. After Pinkie filled him in with that information, he took another gaze and spotted a familiar girl putting on some lip-gloss while looking into a hand mirror. However, this girl was now wearing a purple wizard hat and cape decorated with star symbols over her normal clothes.

“Trixie?” Spike asked aloud, gaining the girl’s attention.

Trixie’s heart began racing once her eyes fell upon Spike’s face. Every time she looked at him, she began picturing in her mind about her and Spike falling in love, getting married and starting a family. However, she broke the mental fantasy and jumped out of her seat in a split second.

“Spike! It’s so good to see you again!” Trixie immediately zipped over to him and embraced him.

“It’s...good to...see you...too,” Spike struggled to say due to Trixie squeezing him too hard.

Rarity and Pinkie started to envy Trixie’s close contact with Spike, but relented themselves from tackling the magician since they didn’t want to make a scene. Soon, Spike and Trixie broke the embrace, but her eyes never left him.

“I can’t believe you’re taking drama!” Trixie beamed.

“I definitely can believe that you are. I take it that you’re taking drama because you love to perform magic tricks?” Spike raised an eyebrow.

“Naturally, since no one is better at magic than the Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie proclaimed.

“Well, I know some magic tricks too. I’m not just a wiz at voices,” Patrick stepped in.

“Ah, Patrick Moonbeam, my second favorite boy here at CHS, it’s so good to see you again,” Trixie acknowledged him in a decent manner.

“You two know each other?” Spike’s eyes widened.

“Yeah, I used to be her stage assistant until something bad happened,” Patrick confirmed.

“What happened?” the green haired boy wondered.

“Well, one night while Trixie was working on a flame magic trick, I was wearing a hat made of firecrackers as part of the act, but when she accidentally lost control of the fire, it made my hat explode,” Patrick explicated.

“It didn’t explode; it burst into flames,” Trixie corrected him.

“And THEN exploded,” Patrick added.

“Well...yeah, that’s about right,” Trixie nodded shamefully.

“So, if Patrick’s your second favorite boy here, who is your first favorite?” Spike asked curiously.

“You, of course!” Trixie smiled passionately.

“Be careful, Spike,” Rarity whispered in his ear. “Trixie looks like she means well, but she sometimes lets her boastful ego get the best of her.”

“I don’t recall Spike asking for your input!” Trixie glared.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t strut around like you’re the self-elected queen of magic!” Rarity argued back.

“And I guess that makes you the self-elected queen of fashion?”

“Take that back!”


“Hey, leave her alone! Fashion is her passion!” Pinkie butted into the argument.

“I’ve got a wedgie!” Patrick cried out, making the other four look towards him to see that he was grabbing the backside of his pants, which caused his cheeks to turn red. “Oh sorry, I guess I got caught up in the moment.”

Before the arguing could continue, Spike stepped in between both sides with a worried expression on his face.

“Alright, I think tempers are getting a little high right now, so how about you all calm down and respect each other for who you are?” Spike suggested.

The three girls thought about what Spike said and knew that he was right. Everybody was special in his/her own way and should never be put on the spot for it.

“I will if she will,” Rarity gestured her head over to Trixie.

“Trixie has no problems respecting others as long as they treat Trixie with respect,” Trixie said with her usual third-person manifestation.

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie smiled.

At that moment, a young male voice cleared his throat. They turned around and saw Snips and Snails standing there with nervous smiles. The two boys were currently out of their gym uniforms and were now dressed in their regular clothes. Snips was wearing a black T-shirt with a symbol of a pair of scissors on it, blue jeans and red shoes. Snails was wearing a red shirt under a green jacket with a snail symbol on it, tan pants and red shoes. Snips was holding a smoothie cup in his right hand and held it out to Trixie.

“A strawberry smoothie, just like you asked for,” Snips announced before Trixie grabbed to cup and brought the straw to her mouth.

“Very good,” Trixie smiled as she took a sip of the blended drink.

“Anything else we can get for you, Great and Powerful Trixie?” Snails asked.

“That will be all for now. Beat it,” Trixie demanded before taking another sip.

“Oh, of course, Great and Powerful Trixie,” Snails nodded.

“Anything you say. We are at your beck and call,” Snips did a bow.

“Do they always do whatever you tell them to?” Spike asked.

“Occasionally, most likely because they’re extremely loyal to me,” Trixie answered proudly.

“Yeah, we’re loyal,” Snails spoke, indicating that he and Snips were still there.

“TRIXE TOLD YOU TO BEAT IT!” Trixie screeched furiously, frightening the two boys.

“We’re gone,” Snips said before he and Snails zipped out of the classroom in the blink of an eye.

“Oh, those two get on Trixie’s nerves!” the magician groaned.

“And yet, why she keeps those two around? I have no idea,” Patrick whispered to Spike, making the latter chuckle.

“Well, what do we have here, girls?” a seductive female voice came from behind them.

The five turned around and spotted three very attractive teenage girls heading over to them. The first girl had lavender eyes and orange, poofy hair. She was wearing a one-piece purple dress with pink shoulder covers, pink leg stockings and purple boots. The second girl had violet eyes and purple hair with light blue streaks tied up in pigtails. Her outfit was composed of a light green shirt under a dark green, short open jacket, red-violet pants and magenta boots. The third and final girl had red-violet eyes and light blue hair with dark blue streaks done up in a ponytail. She was dressed in a moderate raspberry jacket with three blue laces and a dark pink collar, a light pink skirt and pink boots. All three girls had necklaces with a red gemstone as the centerpiece.

“It’s a new student!” the third girl hopped up and down excitedly.

“And not a bad looking one, either,” the second girl smirked.

“What’s your name, handsome?” the first girl asked.

“S-S-Spike D-D-Drake,” the green haired boy marveled at their beauty.

“What a gorgeous name. I’m Adagio Dazzle,” the poof-haired girl smiled.

“I’m Aria Blaze,” the pigtail girl said next.

“And I’m Sonata Dusk!” the ponytail girl shook Spike’s hand wildly.

“Oh, boy! We’ve got a singing group in the class! That’s so exciting!” Pinkie bounced up and down happily.

“You’re a singing group?” Spike questioned.

“Of course; we call ourselves the Dazzlings,” Adagio answered.

“We sing from time to time,” Aria said smugly.

“Actually, we sing ALL the time!” Sonata beamed, causing Aria to slap her forehead in irritation.

“So, Spike, would like to spend the rest of the day with us? We can make it worth your while,” Adagio asked as she ran a hand through Spike’s hair seductively.

This action in turn caused Spike to blush intensely. Before Spike could answer, a hand reached out and pulled him back. Spike looked up and saw Rarity and Pinkie with irked expressions.

“I think you’re the last people Spike should ever associate with!” Rarity snapped.

“Hey, don’t hog the new boy all to yourself!” Sonata barked.

“We’ll hog who we wanna hog!” Pinkie growled.

“We’re not even hogging Spike at all! We’re merely protecting him from the likes of you!” Rarity declared.

“He doesn’t even need protecting,” Aria smirked.

“Some loving is what he really needs,” Adagio smiled wickedly.

“The only one who can love and protect Spike is the Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie butted into the argument.

Oy Vey,” Patrick rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“ENOUGH!” Spike yelled, causing all the girls to stop their squabble and look at him. “Look, Adagio, Aria and Sonata, I appreciate the invitation, but I already have plans after school today. Maybe we can hang out together some other time.”

The three girls were at a loss for words, but knew that Spike was expecting a response, so they swallowed their pride and smiled.

“Alright, Spike, if that is what you want, then we respect your decision,” Adagio said on their behalf.

That being said, the Dazzlings walked away to another section of the classroom. After calming down and apologizing for their impolite behavior, Rarity and Pinkie decided to introduce Spike to Vinyl, Octavia and Photo Finish. They first approached Photo Finish, who was oblivious to them at first until she turned and faced Rarity.

“Photo Finish, this is our new classmate, Spike Drake,” Rarity spoke to the photographer, who then looked down at Spike.

“Uh...hello?” Spike waved his hand.

“Halt that pose!” Photo Finish spoke boldly in a thick German accent.

Photo Finish then snapped her fingers and instantly two stylized female assistants appeared by her side with some make-up and lighting equipment. The assistants pointed the lights at Spike’s face and began applying some makeup to it simultaneously. Once Spike’s face had a decent amount of makeup, Photo began snapping multiple pictures of Spike, much to his bewilderment.

“What the—hey!” Spike cried out as Photo Finish was taking a lot of snapshots of him.

“Yes! Yes! You are a knight in shining armor! You are the chosen one for the damsel in distress! You are the Tarzan of Canterlot’s concrete jungle!”

“What’s happening?!” Spike cried out in fright just as Photo Finish was through taking pictures.

“Enough! You go!” Photo Finish barked at her two assistants, who immediately zipped out the room. “I will have the footage developed and get them back to you as soon as possible.”

Spike mumbled as he tried to get his sight back after nearly being blinded by the bright camera flashes. Rarity appeared by his side and helped support him.

“I apologize for her behavior, darling, but once she sees something that inspires her, she tends to get a little carried away,” Rarity smiled nervously.

“I definitely glean that,” Spike said.

Pinkie quickly brought over Octavia Melody and Vinyl Scratch to Spike and Rarity. “Octavia and Vinyl, this is the new student at Canterlot High, Spike Drake!”

“It’s nice to meet you both,” Spike said after he got his sight back.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” Octavia greeted.

“What’s up?” Vinyl gave a friendly wave after taking off her headphones.

“Pinkie told me earlier that you two are fond of music?” he questioned.

“Yes, I am in to classical music and ballet,” Octavia nodded.

“I’m more into and upbeat genres and remixes,” Vinyl confirmed.

Patrick looked up at the clock and saw that it was almost time for class to start. “Hey, it’s almost time to begin drama!”

“Goodness, we’d better take our seats!” Rarity gasped.

“YAY!” Pinkie cheered.

After a minute or so, all the students were sitting on the bleachers, waiting for the teacher to arrive.

“I wonder where the teacher is,” Rarity pondered in concern.

“I heard that the teacher of this class is one of the funniest people at CHS,” Pinkie whispered exuberantly.

“I can’t wait to see what he’s capable of,” Spike said with wonder.

“QUIET! Ve start now!” Photo Finish exclaimed.

At that moment, the lights in the classroom went out and a spotlight appeared on the stage curtains. This caused the students to awe in excitement, including Pinkie Pie and Sonata Dusk. Then, something started moving behind the curtains, indicating that there was something back there.

“What’s that?” Spike asked aloud.

“Oh, not a what, but a who!” a cheerful male voice exclaimed from behind the curtain.

After that sentence was announced, a middle aged man jumped out from behind the curtains. The man had red-brown eyes and gray/white hair. The man wore a brown sweater vest over a yellow dress shirt and black necktie, red pants with thin white stripes, and one of his shoes was light brown and the other shoe was light green. The man also had a small goatee beard on his chin. Despite his odd appearance, he seemed to be an enthusiastic type of person.

“Here’s DISCORD!” the male boomed, while the students, excluding Trixie, applauded for his great entrance.

“Meh, Trixie could’ve done better,” Trixie muttered.

“Is that our drama teacher?” Spike whispered.

“Yeah and there’s no one else better for it,” Patrick whispered back.

“As your Drama teacher, I expect nothing but the best from all of you, if you plan on surviving the course,” Discord chuckled. “Now one by one, I want you to show me what special talents each of you have, and we’re going to do it in SONG!”

"Friend Like Me"

Discord started singing in scat before he beckoned Spike to join in, followed by the rest of the class. While Discord began singing and dancing in free-style, he used Spike as an associate with the performance. Spike felt awkward during the number at first, but soon the music took ahold of his soul and he began to hip-hop dance with a burning passion. While the performances were happening, Photo Finish was busy taking photos of all the action, or as she called it, the magics. When Discord took a breather from dancing, Pinkie Pie zipped onto the stage with a huge smile on her face. She then grabbed some of her supplies from backstage and began to unravel what she had in mind for her captive audience.

“Can your friends do this? No really, can they? You’re welcome!” Pinkie laughed before she began to juggle colorful balls while balancing herself on a huge beach ball.

When the music became more exciting, Pinkie pushed up the ante by standing on one foot on the beach while she continued to juggle the smaller balls. Once she did enough antics, she did a backflip off of the beach ball and landed onto the stage before catching all of the smaller balls. This caused the students to applaud wildly while Discord zipped over with a microphone.

“And now it’s time to introduce the singing and dancing babes of CHS. Please give a warm hand to the Dazzlings!” Discord announced into the microphone before the curtains parted behind him and revealed the Dazzlings in Arabian harem outfits, courtesy of Rarity.

The Dazzlings began to dance seductively around Spike, causing him to become flustered. The other girls began to grow jealous of the way the Dazzlings were flirting with Spike. The three girls concluded their dance by giving Spike a few kisses of his cheeks. Once that was over, Discord came out wearing a cowboy outfit and placed a cowboy hat on Spike’s head. Discord then beckoned the green haired boy to join him in a brief square dance. After that, Patrick stepped onto the stage and spoke into a microphone.

“I’d like to bring the house down a little bit, sing a few old classics, couple of favorites of ours. I’ll get back to you in a second! Thank you!” Patrick announced as the lights started to fade to black.

When a single spotlight focused on him, Patrick began to sing a few popular Disney songs. He started with the song Beauty and the Beast from Beauty and the Beast, and then Part of Your World and Under the Sea from The Little Mermaid, then Hakuna Matata from The Lion King, before going right back to Beauty and the Beast. Once he was done, Trixie stepped in to unveil her magical abilities.

“Though he’s sitting here, watch Spike disappear right before your eyes!” Trixie announced as she pulled up a huge cloth that blocked Spike from the audience.

When Trixie pulled the sheet away, Spike was gone from sight. This caused the students to gasp in shock before Trixie pulled the sheet back up and down again revealing Spike back in the chair. Once they saw that Spike was back, they burst into applause and Trixie threw a smoke bomb down onto the stage, resulting in a huge eruption of smoke. Discord then popped out from behind the curtains again, but this time he was wearing a glittering tuxedo.

“Can your friends do this? Can your friends do that?” Discord asked as he began to dance again at the same time Tender Taps appeared on the stage.

“Can your friends do tap?!” Tender Taps asked before he broke into a tap dance.

Tender Taps randomly tap danced across the stage, causing all eyes to focus on him. Feeling the rhythm, Spike soon joined in the dance, eventually followed by everyone else, including Discord. Once the tap dance started to die down, Discord once again spoke into a microphone.

“Give me a doggy bag; we’re takin’ it home!” Discord announced as everybody joined him onstage for the grand finale.

All the students linked arms and began to perform the chorus line routine just like the Rockettes. Once they finished with the last lines of the song, they all burst into applause, implying their delight of showing off their talents and abilities. Spike’s heart was beating so fast in his chest, he was afraid it was going to burst. Eventually, they all calmed down, walked off the stage and sat down in their seats while Discord remained onstage.

“All right, it’s time for me to give you your student evaluations for starting out,” Discord announced as the students sat in their seats. “First off, Trixie Lulamoon, impressive magic tricks, although I find them to be slightly above average. Despite needing some more work, I still found your talent decent.”

This comment caused Trixie to scowl with irritation before muttering. “You wouldn’t know a talented magician if you tripped over one.”

“What was that?” Discord asked sternly with a raised eyebrow.

“Nothing, nothing at all,” she replied with a forced smile.

Shrugging it off, Discord continued down the line of students to give them his thoughts on how well they performed.

“Ms. Rarity, your outfits for each one of the students were spectacular! I don’t know how you manage it!” Discord beamed.

“Oh, I guess it’s just natural talent, darling,” Rarity smiled back.

“Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze and Sonata Dusk, all three of you were spectacular dancers,” Discord complemented the three girls.

“We try not to brag,” Adagio said smugly.

“Though our act would’ve been better if Sonata wasn’t the worst,” Aria groaned.

“No, you’re the worst!” Sonata argued back.

After Discord quickly broke up the argument, he moved on to Pinkie Pie.

“Pinkie Pie, your antics are both entertaining and hilarious! You’ve definitely got true talent,” Discord said to the pink haired girl.

“Aw, shucks!” Pinkie playfully waved a hand in dismissal.

“Photo Finish, your camera angles and taken photos are definitely true masterpieces,” Discord smiled.

“I, Photo Finish, always aim to please!” the photographer boasted proudly.

“Octavia Melody and Vinyl Scratch, the both of you really know how to work with different kinds of music,” Discord hummed.

“Music is our passion in life. Isn’t that right, Vinyl?” Octavia spoke on their behalf, resulting in a nod and thumbs-up from the female DJ.

“Patrick Moonbeam, I have to say that you’ve got a good set of pipes in that throat of yours. I’m actually looking forward to hearing more voices from you this semester,” Discord gave the plump boy a thumbs-up.

“Well, in that case, I won’t disappoint you,” Patrick answered.

“Tender Taps, you really have a talent in tap dancing. How exactly do make other join in the dance with you?” Discord asked curiously.

“I guess it just comes naturally,” Tender responded.

“And finally, Spike Drake, you are the king of hip-hop! I expect to see big things from you in this class!” Discord happily finished.

“Thank you, Mr. Discord,” Spike grinned.

“Overall, all of you did very well. But this is only the preview, because the real show is about to begin!” Discord cackled amusingly.

It was eventually the end of the school day and the students made their way out of the building and wandered off in different directions. After bidding all of his new friends goodbye, Spike walked for about 15 minutes until he came to a stop in front of his new house.

He really started to enjoy the new house as time passed. However, he knew that he was really going to miss his old house from Manehattan. After all, that house was where Spike grew up in. It was where he said his first word, took his first step, and played as a child. Although it would never compare to his old house, Spike knew that he would be able to make brand new memories in this new house. As Spike unlocked the front door and stepped inside, he was instantly tackled to the floor by a big animal. Before he could react, he received a wet, sloppy lick on the face by a pink tongue. When Spike opened his eyes, he smiled as he looked up at the animal who pinned him down. It was Shadow, who was a black Labrador and the family dog.

David gave Shadow as a puppy to Spike when he was 10 and the two have been inseparable ever since.

“Hey, Shadow!” Spike chuckled as he patted the dog on the head. “Now get off me, buddy.”

Spike gave Shadow a gentle nudge with his hand and dog scooted off of the teenage boy’s body. He walked into the kitchen, scooped up some dog food into Shadow’s dog bowl and placed it on the doggy mat by the counter, allowing the black Labrador to eat to his heart’s desire. While Shadow was eating, Spike went over to the refrigerator and saw that his mother left a note on it.

‘~Spike, I will be home around 7:00 tonight. Your father will be home at around 8:00. We will have spaghetti, salad and garlic bread for dinner tonight. Love, Mom.’

“Great! Mom makes the best spaghetti ever!” Spike smiled brightly after reading the note.

After Shadow was done eating his dinner, Spike opened the patio door, allowing Shadow to wander out into the backyard to do his business. Once Shadow came back inside after a while, Spike closed the patio door and headed upstairs to his room. His room was everything that a boy like Spike Drake could ever want. There was a queen sized bed with green and purple pillows and comforter in one corner, a 55 inch plasma screen TV in front of the bed and placed on top of a wooden TV stand, a computer desk next to the TV with a laptop, and a closet located near the entrance to the room. There were also some posters of his favorite superheroes hung on the walls around the room, including Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, Green Lantern, etc. There was also a medium-sized bookshelf located on the other side of the TV.

On his bookshelf was a stack of his favorite comic book series, The Power Girls. On the bottom half of the bookshelf, he had a collection of some of his favorite Disney movies on Blu-ray, including The Lion King, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, Frozen, Zootopia, Big Hero 6, Moana, The Jungle Book, Cinderella, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, Sleeping Beauty, etc. he also had some superhero movies on Blu-ray, including, The Dark Knight, Batman: Mask of the Phantasm, Batman (1989), Man of Steel, etc. At the side of his bed, there was a large doggy bed with Shadow’s name inscribed on the front of it. Knowing that he had nothing but time on his hands, Spike grabbed one of his Power Girls comics from the bookshelf, plopped down on his bed and began reading it, while Shadow laid down on his doggy bed and fell asleep.

At 8:30, Spike and his parents were sitting at the dinner table eating their delicious spaghetti, salad and garlic bread meal while Shadow laid under the table by Spike’s feet. Mary was a 36 year old woman with blonde hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a light purple shirt, pink pants and purple shoes. David was a 38 year old man with green, spiked hair and light green eyes, just like Spike. He was dressed in a green collared shirt, blue jeans and black shoes. While David had a new job at Nightwalker Tech, Mary had a job as a kindergarten teacher at Canterlot Preschool. At first, they all sat in silence while they ate until Mary took a moment to stop and find out how Canterlot High School was for her little boy.

“So how was school today, sweetie?” Mary asked her son.

“It was fantastic. I like most of my classes and I met some new friends today,” Spike spoke after swallowing his food first.

“Anyone in particular?” David asked.

“I met Bob Nightwalker and his brother, Patrick Moonbeam,” Spike answered.

“You did?” Mary asked with interest.

“Yeah, Patrick really makes me laugh and Bob really does a good job of after his brother,” the green haired boy nodded.

“That reminds me, I had the honor of meeting his parents, Julius and Elsa Nightwalker today at work,” David announced.

“What were they like?” Mary asked.

“Like everything the job description said. They were kind, helpful and they said that they’ll do anything to make us comfortable here in Canterlot,” David replied.

“Oh, how wonderful!” Mary cheered like a teenage girl.

Spike looked at his mother awkwardly before he cleared his throat to speak again. “Anyway, I also met some girls and—”

“You met some girls?! Oh, my little boy’s growing up!” Mary cooed.

“I guess he does take after me,” David chuckled.

“No! Not that way! I’m just friends with them!” Spike waved his hands in denial.

“Still, that doesn’t mean that something can’t happen between you and one of them,” Mary smiled.

“Or maybe all of them,” David put in.

“DAVID!” Mary shouted harshly.

“I was just making a suggestion. After all, I was quite the ladies’ man back in my day. It was a hard task for me to take on, but then again, the more you play with it, the harder it gets,” David explained while subtly slipping in an adult joke, which Spike surprisingly understood anyway.

“Okay, subject change!” Spike ordered, before his parents laughed before resuming their meal.

After dinner, Spike went back upstairs to take a shower. Once he was done, he changed into his green and purple pajamas and went into his room. Once he stepped inside, Shadow quickly followed in after him and laid down on his doggy bed again and fell fast asleep. Spike gave his canine companion a pat on the head before he climbed into bed, got under the comforter and laid his head on his soft pillow. He immediately began thinking of his new friends that he made today and couldn’t wait to see them again.

“I can’t wait to see Bob, Patrick and the girls tomorrow,” Spike sighed as he turned off his bedside lamp and drifted off into a blissful sleep.