Spike the dragon has always led a very calm and happy life in Equestria, however, when he believes he once had parents, he will go to no ends to see his true origin. a story about thinking outside the egg, knowing that sometimes dreams and imagination can uncover shocking truths.
and that spike the dragon REALLY needs more fiction novels based on him.
Twilight woke up to meet the morning’s shine. She smiled brightly at the thought of spending another gloriously organized day, with her friends and her assistant Spike, already picturing all the wonderful things she was going to do and the friendship reports she would write. A long grin spread ear-to-ear just thinking about sunny ponyville and the special stallions she was keeping an eye out for. She would share gossips with Rarity, learn about animals with Fluttershy, race with Rainbow dash, organize sudden parties with Pinkie pie, meet up with the apple family, and finally trot around with Spike the whole way. She knew that Spike loved to come along with Twilight on her numerous ventures in the bustling city.
Spike waited for Twilight downstairs, he stared hungrily at the plate of gems that he had prepared next to the aroma-spreading pancakes he had made for his best friend, he was turning hungrier by the second, he impatiently waited and started thinking dreamily at what he would do and all the friendship letters he’d have to copy down. He’d start by helping out his best and trying his new smoke aroma perfume on Rarity, he’d accidentally set some bushes on fire at Fluttershy’s cottage, keep up with rainbow dash’s fast blabbering, stuff himself with cupcakes and party ‘til he turned more purple at sugarcube corner, then pointlessly roast apples at the sweet acres. And finally he’d go down the whole way lazily slouching on Twilight’s back. Oh, how he loved to go around Ponyville with Twilight and see the bustling town.
Finally, Twilight came walking down the stairway, Spike’s hopes dashed up, only to hear her yell
-Oh, hay, I forgot my daily morning “how to properly savor pancakes” book on my bed shelf, better go get it” said Twilight, turning before she even reached the ground, Spike grumbled after having let out a cry of desperation.
“There’s a book for EVERYTHING, and boy, do know I it!” complained Spike. You could practically hear his tummy grumble. In sweet apple acres. Spike tried to drag his attention away from the hot plate of pancakes, or the sparkling platter of diamonds, then suddenly, he felt his belly suddenly get better, he felt like his whole body had completely reset, he didn’t feel like he could cry, he didn’t feel stressed, but he didn’t think he could shout either. It’s like he was in a complete loading mode, then suddenly his eyes felt shaky, and everything went dark.
Twilight jumped onto her bed and removed the pillows, although she and Rarity would hate doing such a thing, a unicorn’s gotta get a little off track sometimes, and anyways, this was for a good cause. She scanned for the orange and golden hardcover, she could always make out the book because it was only fifteen pages long, too (excluding the bonus recipes). She swiped the book, then took a quick look at it; it showed a pancake being flipped, with waffles in the background in plates on a table, the flipped pancake was zoomed in, with butter sliding on it and syrup being scattered everywhere. Just looking at it was enough to make her mouth water, she could literally feel her tummy trying to push her down the stairs. She picked up the book and paced down the staircase, but then, all thoughts of breakfast erased her mind as she spotted her purple friend walking around, panic in his face, bumping into things as if he were blind.
Spike could hear voices ringing in his head, he tried to wiggle them away by walking, but it wouldn’t go, he was a blind bat and he was hearing voices, great, just great. He finally understood that if life-or insanity- was trying to tell him something, he might as well listen. He calmed down, tried sitting at the nearest chair possible, and focused. He could almost see light, and a voice of dragons talking;
-So, what did you bring this time?” said a voice, quite hush-sounding compared to other dragons.
“This is no time for sarcasm, the huge flame donning reunion is happening soon” scoffed another voice, sounding quite ill.
-Well, it’s not much of a reunion, considering it’s just a gathering of 3 tribes, and it occurs thrice every year ” responded the hush-voiced dragon.
“Yeah, but then, we get to party! And feast on as many gems as we want!” excitedly proclaimed a younger sounding dragon, he seemed about the range of 2500 years old, then again, for a dragon, that’s not much.
-You’ve had enough parties, now go back to hunting!” ordered the now-not-so-hush-voiced dragon.
“Right you are, we have to collect as many ruby’s and snake fangs as possible” approved the ill-sounding dragon.
“Alright, I have to learn to hone my patience” agreed the younger dragon, admitting defeat.
Just then, Spike heard twilight trying to get down the stairs; he panicked and tried getting rid of his state by bonking his head on what seemed the table. His mind quickly reverted back to normal, but he didn’t know what was worse: his hungry belly or his sore head. He scattered about trying to find a casual position. He stood next to the table and plastered on a fake smile, however, Twilight wouldn’t pay his act a cent. She had been watching him the whole time, and, frankly, she just didn’t buy it.
-Spike, just WHAT were you doing?! ” She demanded to know hurrying over to him, her expression quickly changing from serious to worried, “Oh, um Twi, you see, I was, well, it’s just that, I wanted to pour more syrup for you but some accidentally spilled into my eyes!” lied Spike, he shyly cleaned up his mess. “Is that so?” said Twilight, eyeing the suspicious dragon. She decided to not give it another thought, but she did want to know one more thing.
“Spike, why were you sitting on my pancakes?” the dragon took a huge gasp before looking at his syrup-covered tail.
“Um, I’ll fix this up for you, don’t worry I’ll have a new batch of pancakes in a jiff!” he suggested. Trying to wiggle out of his situation.
“Okay, but before that, I think you should go wash yourself,” she said, gesturing to the worn out Spike.
“Sure, um, so we still get to visit Rarity today, right?” asked Spike, still trying to change the subject.
-Spike. Bath. NOW”
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Author’s note: a thing I do not understand about Spike the dragon is that he is stated to be a thousand year old dragon, yet in the cutie mark chronicles, he is seen to be hatched when twilight was a filly, so either he stayed 999 years in his egg, or ponies have a very long lifespan. I have no idea what I’m saying.
Rarity was up to her usual routine in the carousel boutique. She had woken up extra early, as usual. According to her friends, it was because she believed that the carousel boutique was very popular, and that she did not want to keep her clients waiting. She was sitting on her usual stool chair, fixing up a suit, nothing important, just trying to keep herself occupied, when suddenly, she heard knocking.
-Now WHO would wake up so early in the morning to see ME?” She asked, obviously forgetting her friends.
She stared into the peephole. Five seconds later, she fainted, the door opening by itself.
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Spike tried his best to forget this morning’s incident, however, it just wouldn’t get out of his mind. Who were these dragons? What were they talking about? And most importantly, did they really eat snake fangs?
-Spike? Is something up?” asked Twilight, she suspected something was up since this morning, when she saw her blind friend bumping into her bookshelves. But she didn’t realize it was this big of a deal.
“Um, no. Just wondering if my perfume smells too good for Rarity” Lied Spike. He hated lying to his friend so much, but he didn’t want it to become any worse than it already was. He wished this morning’s sensation would come back, not because he wanted to know more, but because he wanted to get rid of his stress.
-S’up, guys!” shouted Rainbow dash as she zoomed past the two. She returned just as quickly and, a split-second later, she was standing in front of them, a slight smirk across her face. Scootaloo came zooming- well, speeding, to be fair- after and ended up crashing into her.
-ACK! Scootaloo! How many times have I taught you…” she started, Scootaloo seemed a bit scared of the Pegasus. “…To go faster next time? I could barely hear the whoosh when you rammed into me!” Spike and Twilight laughed quietly for a moment, which didn’t amuse Scootaloo at all.
“Well it’s not my fault I can’t fly, if I knew how to stay mid-air for ATLEAST 7 seconds, then I’d be whooshing all over the place” she complained. “I mean, Pound cake can fly, how come I can’t??” she added. Dash panicked and stared at her trying to come up with an answer, which just furthermore pleased the mare and dragon standing right next to them.
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Dash had come up with good solutions to nearly every problem that faced her. And whenever she met with a serious situation, she never EVER did that one thing. But there she was, struggling to respond to the young crusader, she never thought she would, but.
She lost her cool.
-W-w-well, y’see Scootaloo, when a young Pegasus is, um, born. It, well, its wings need to, y’know, um…” the young filly had always stood up to her, she saw her as an idol. But if she got her answer wrong, Scootaloo would start to look for somepony else, she wanted anything but to go back to the mare-do-well situation. In this entire crisis, she failed to realize that Scootaloo was ignoring her, talking to Spike.
-I’VE GOT IT!” exaggerated Rainbow dash; she stood proudly and got ready for the question that would come.
“So, well, why can’t I fly again?” asked Scootaloo, she had turned her head to Rainbow when she yelled out her victorious solution.
-Its cause very young fillies-or colts- Pegasus constantly explore they’re abilities, so when a baby Pegasus finds out how to flap it’s wings it learns to fly for a short period of time. See, that’s all their is to it!” explained Rainbow dash, proud of her made-up theory. Scootaloo stood there, she decided to speak up, but Rainbow beat her there, already knowing the question.
-And fillies or colts of your age can’t fly because newborns have short terms of memory, so you have to constantly learn it again” she declared, happiness coming out of her expression.
“But you told me that when you got your cutie mark you knew how to fly since you were a baby, plus, Pound cake learned to fly 3 weeks ago, and he still can, I wouldn’t call that short term memory” she objected, Rainbow soon found out how flawed her lie was.
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“Well, speaking of colts, I told Intel whooves I’d meet him near the town square, next to sugar cube corner” said Twilight, finally speaking up and breaking out of her fit of giggling, unlike the dragon beside her.
Spike stopped too, and looked at Twilight with a knowing smile.
-Who’s Intel whooves?” asked Rainbow dash, she was trying to wiggle out of the subject she and Scootaloo were talking about.
“He’s Twi’s new colt friend" said Spike.
“He is NOT!” snapped Twilight, Spike was trying his best to hide his grin.
-OOOhhhh, I get it! You mean dr. whooves! Why’re you calling him like that?” asked Rainbow dash. Luckily, Scootaloo seemed to have forgotten about the stressing subject that was at hand.
“That’s his full name, didn’t you know?” responded Twilight slightly bucking Spike out of her way; he had gotten of her back hours ago.
“If he’s not your very special somepony, than why have you been seeing him almost everyday next to sugarcube corner?” asked Spike getting back up. “And what about your book club?” as Spike tried harder and harder to retain his chuckling and grin, Twilight tried even harder to hide her blushing. Rainbow easily saw through it.
“Okay, I can understand that the meetings were pretty obvious, but how did you know about the book club?” asked Twilight. Slowly, her blush was starting to show. Scootaloo and Spike quickly shared a look, laughing a bit.
-I thought his filly friend was Minuette” asked Rainbow dash, Twilight weighed whether to retort back at her friends or just flee the scene. She decided to go with the safer option 2 and quickly used her magic to plop the annoying dragon back on her. She quickly returned trying to make a decent excuse.
“Well, it’s been terribly fun being here to chat, but we just must see Rarity. Isn’t that right, Spike?”
“Well, actually, I’m- mfff!” Twilight stuffed a ruby in his mouth before he could finish his sentence. She quickly galloped off the scene, Rainbow dash chasing her in exasperation with Scootaloo on her tail.
-NOOO! Don’t leave! I need a different subject to talk about!” With a flick of her horn, she teleported off the scene, Rainbow dash ended up crashing into carousel boutique. Scootaloo proudly screeched beside her, perfectly safe.
“HA! I bet you could hear the whoosh that time!” proudly claimed Scootaloo, standing in front of the injured Rainbow “As you would say: I totally nailed that!”
Rainbow dash just stared at the Pegasus as if she were psychotic.
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Author’s note: gasp! I put in a character without having listed it! Well, it could be worse…
I could be Rainbow dash
I sort of consider the carousel boutique quite famous, as sapphire shores states that it’s a hit in the latest magazines, but I would know nothing,
I am not a Twiwhooves fan, I just wanted to put that there. just for extra measures, i will state that the chapter names are all spike puns
Rarity stood up, flabbergasted, was she hallucinating? Or was the thing that stunned her so much actually standing in front of her? The object in question was a mare, a winged unicorn with a dark blue coat. She was apparently waiting for the designer to wake up.
-WHAT HAS TAKEN THOU SO LONG TO GET UP? WE HAVE BEEN AWAITING YOUR RECOVERY FOR QUITE A WHILE!” shouted princess Luna, “Whoops, sorry about that, I still can’t get the hang of the normal ponyville language” she excused.
“W-w-wh-What are you doing here p-princess!?” exclaimed Rarity, she had many celebrities, including photo finish, sapphire shores, and even canterlot ponies visit the boutique, but she never had royalty. The very thought of the challenge thrilled her, but at the same time, it made her so very worried, after all, princess luna was no every day citizen. Luna seemed embarrassed by the fact that ponies saw her in a different way then any everyday friend.
-Relax, for I am not here for a disciplinary action, something you ponies would call “imprisonment” I just want to ask for a dress. Y’know I was thinking something along the lines of-
“My most sincere apologies, princess, but did you say a dress?” asked Rarity, still in a state of shock, how could she make a dress to the ranks of a pony princess? “you’re, well, bigger than most ponies, I have never worked on your sizes, making a dress, might require me to mesure you, if that’s okay with you” she said, acting like Fluttershy.
-IS THOU CALLING ME OBESE!?” yelled the princess. She was surprised and mad, how dare she call her fat after she skipped all the famous tailors in Canterlot to see the particular boutique of her ex-enemy. She had heard so many wonderful things about this unicorn.
“Oh, no-no-no-no! I just mean, in, um, height!” stammered Rarity, in a state of panic. She quickly took one of her drapes and hid behind it.
-Ah, we-I mean, I- greatly apologize for the misunderstanding” apologized Luna, she had a habit of scaring her subjects, one she could not control. “I must admit me and my sister are most probably taller than the majority of ponies, but I must at least say that I am an exception, right?” she asked, she really wanted this dress.
“Well, okay, I mean, I certainly have no right to object against a princess, do I?” asked Rarity, slowly coming out of her hideout. Luna smiled and immediately used her magic to summon a parchment.
-Okay, anyways, in this dress, I was thinking something along the lines of a beautiful fuchsia-mauve gown with crushed diamonds sprinkled on it, like glitter. I want it to look like there are stars sparkling on it. There should be a moon shaped like my cutie mark on the chest piece. Are you getting this?” explained princess Luna, reading down her design of the dress. Rarity had a sort of sketchpad, which she jotted down all the details on. For a princess, she does at least have inexpensive tastes she said in her head.
“Is there anything else?” she asked, looking up from her small pad that had her cutie mark on the front and the logo of carousel boutique.
-Hm? Ah, no. Wait, there is, actually” she said, examining her parchment. “You can take your time, you have a deadline of a month later” said Luna, smiling at the mare. She knew it took no longer than a week to make a dress. “I understand you have business to run in this boutique” she said, looking around in the shop, knitting needles were dropped, balls of yarn were scattered, of which Opalescence took care of. In reality, it was a sort of diet her friends had made her go through, to stay 3 whole days without cleaning anything.
“Oh, thank you princess!” said Rarity, exhausted but amazed. “I won’t let you down, I promise, but just one question if I may?” said Rarity.
Luna nodded.
“What’s the occasion?”
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Twilight walked through the town, a sigh of relief in her breath, suddenly, the two heard galloping in the distance, followed by a very familiar tune. Spike looked at the road to find big Macintosh dashing down the way. When he came closer, he could see a trailer behind the apple stallion, when he looked back at Twilight, he could make out a smile on her face. Big Mac galloped past the two hooked up to a trailer of hay, of which Pinkie was riding along with two other fillies. Twilight pushed out a sigh. Every week, Pinkie would be in such a good mood that she’d start to sing, and, along the song she’d pick two lucky ponies that were feeling sore along with her.
Twilight looked up to her spikey companion.
-Okay, I won’t go to dr. whooves right away, because I’m going to have to join Pinkie for the grand finale” said Twilight with a knowing, yet quite annoyed, smile on her face. Spike returned the gaze “I’m going to drop you off at Rarity’s and I’m sure she’ll catch up to you after Pinkie pie finishes her song, okay?” she asked, Spike nodded, then pointed out to the horizon at a marine blue unicorn with a dark mane. He had a cutie mark resembling that of a parchment and a quill surrounded by sparkles.
-Isn’t that Sketchpad, the pony you wanted to visit yesterday for some sort of important appointment?” he asked. Twi looked in the direction he was pointing with large eyes and nodded. She waved her hoof over to him and caught his sight. Sketch waved back and trotted over to them with a satisfied smile. Twilight trotted over to him as well, dodging a hyperactive Derpy.
-Twilight! So good to see you! I was just headed to the library to talk to you about the interesting subject that you asked me about!” in medieval times, Sketch would be considered a level 60 wizard. In modern times, he would be considered a pony encyclopedia. He was not to the ranks of pony science. But just simply a knower. Some pony’s said that he wasn’t from they’re dimension, that he came from a different dimension of a superior race. But the truth was, he was born from a mare just like all the rest. Sketch, or, as his real name, Brainstorm, used simple experience and legend like Zecora.
“Hey, Sketch! So did you find anything interesting?”
-‘fraid not” said Sketch, bowing his head down in shame. “Twi, when you came to me with you’re question about Humans, I just had no answer. I’ve learned of this race, but the logic is that they’re universe is not linked into ours and is quite far from it as well.” He deducted. He shook his head and continued “theres just so much a pony can know, and I’m afraid dimension travelling won’t be possible for another century” he admitted, Twilight looked disappointed, and Spike let her know that he was there, which cheered her up a bit.
-Oh well, if you find something let me know, I mean, every nugget of info counts” she suggested, Sketch just shook his head, which was his way of saying “not a chance”.
Suddenly, Spike’s eyes were shaking, his sense of feel was completely lost, and his vision started blanking. Oh no, not here, not now! But it was too late. Spike turned blinder than a mole and stumbled off her. The dragon voices were back:
“Did you find anything?” asked the hush dragon.
-Not much, ‘fraid those Sisters are claiming more land then we bargained” answered the ill dragon.
“Dear, the grand reunion is tonight. As tribe leader you must find the grand centerpiece” sounded the hush dragon. “please, isn’t this family known for being extremely determined and patient?” asked the hush dragon.
-Yes” admitted the other dragon. “but there just isn’t enough wax in all these mountains anymore, with those guards keeping us from the rest of the forest, it looks like this is going to be the year that the masterpiece is incomplete” he mumbled, yet in a powerful enough tone.
“Scar, think of Slice, he needs to come out of his egg, and I know today the festivities will hatch him” she said, Spike felt a slight rocking.
-We will keep on trying, but this challenge will be most difficult with only a few hours till the first nation comes” he said, Spike heard loud flapping, then figured that the ill dragon named Scar had left. He regained the sense of rocking.
“Oh, Slice, what shall we do? I want the best for my babies, but those ponies are wrecking our dreams to rubbish. Please give me a sign” she paused for a while, then sighed. Spike almost immediately regained consciousness. And woke up, Sketch had an interested look on his face.
-Is this your so-called dragon assistant Twi?” he asked, obviously fascinated. Twilight nodded. And Sketch had no other words to utter.
-son, you got trouble, and I think I can figure it out” he said, with a slight grin in the corner of his mouth. He handed him a card before using his magic to teleport away.
“How rude!” blurted Twilight, she turned around, ready to leave, before Spike took one last look at his card.
Sketch brainstorm pad
Psychologies artist researche and all-around living encyclopedia. Please contact V.I.A magic spell. Business hours: all week round.
-Twi, you think I could skip my meeting with Rarity?”
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Author’s note: i'm running out of Spike puns, and it's only been 3 chapters.
Contrary to what you're probably thinking, Sketchpad is not my OC, and this will not be a HiE fic (humans in Equestria) Sketch is more of a cameo, even. he was originally designed by my friend.
