Spike was exhausted. He’d spent the night trying to keep the three boisterous fillies known as the Cutie Mark Crusaders in check. He had volunteered to help Applejack and Rarity look after their latest sleepover party when it was made clear he’d be paid in cider and spending time with Rarity. While his crush had died down since the greed-growth incident, he still enjoyed spending time with her and helping her out.
However, Scootaloo had managed to unhook one of the snow plows from its bracers, and it had started rolling out of the barn. It had been barreling down the hill before anypony had a chance to do anything.
Applejack threw Spike and a rope onto it at a gallop, and he tied the rope to its frame, before jumping off with the other end of the rope. Rarity caught him and together the three of them brought the plow to a stop before it hurt anypony.
And that was the least of the problems the curious fillies caused in the Apple Family’s Barn.
But that was behind him now. Spike was headed home, to do a quick power nap (After convincing Owlowlicious to stay up late and cover his early chores) before getting up and starting his day being Twilight’s assistant. Watching the moon slowly descend towards the horizon, he idly wished he hadn’t drank his payment already. He licked his dry lips as he came up to the library door. With his nimble fingers he plucked a hidden key from inside a knot hole near the door and let himself in.
Stopping off in the kitchen for a quick cup full of water, the baby dragon noticed some plates left by the sink. He rolled his eyes and put them in the sink, splashing some water on them so they’d be easier to clean later, before setting his cup aside and heading up the stairs towards the bedroom. His basket was calling to him, warm soft blankets beckoning for him to come to their embrace. He opened the door and closed it quietly, not wanting to wake Twilight, and walked around the restricted books to the last flight of stairs, leading to the loft where Twilight’s bed and more importantly, his basket, was.
When he came to the top of the stairs he halted.
Twilight was sprawled out on her back on her bed, covers thrown everywhere, passed out. But what made Spike stop was the fact that in lieu of blankets, she had Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie cuddled up to her on either side.
Spike stared at the three on the bed, and at the disarray the area was in… and one of the socks that had landed on his basket, the saddle that lay resting in the corner… and were those reins on the shelf?
Spike suddenly felt very eager to get started on his morning chores, turning around and walking back out of the room.
I liked the little details in this like what Spike was up to at Applejack’s and the trouble that Scootaloo was causing for everypony. And Twilight ending up with not one, but two pretty mares (Pinkie and Rainbow Dash no less) was pretty funny. I liked how it ended with Spike deciding he wasn’t so tired after all. Over all it was funny and fun to read. Well done!