“But what would I be at Zecora’s for?” Twilight said.

“Because if you’re not, you’ll be sacked,” camerapony #5 said.

“But why, in-universe, am I going there? I thought artificially bringing characters together was gone.”

Spike, who is now there, scratched Twilight on her leg as if he was a cat, giving her some very cat-induced-looking scratches.

“Fuck, Spike!” Twilight said. “What the fuck did I fucking do to fucking deserve that?”

“It’s for your own good, Twilight. Just teleport to Zecora. Besides, I had an urge to kill.”

“That fucking hurts.”

“It’s for your own good.”

Twilight appeared inside Zecora’s hut thing, incredibly without knocking anything over.

“What?” Zecora said.

“Spike scratched me.”

“What?!”

“Spike scratched me!”

“Holy f—aust, why?”

“Because I needed a chapter with you and I didn’t want to go so Spike scratched me and said it was for my own good which it was and just heal me!”

Zecora grabbed some random bottle and hooved it to Twilight. She drank it without incident and her wounds were instantly healed. Correction: she drank the liquid in the bottle.

“Thanks. I’m sorry I’m getting hurt so much.”

“You saved the world without a scratch, but with dragon care you met your match.”

“Apparently. So I guess I’ll go now... don’t you ever get lonely?”

“No.”

“Just being by yourself making potions all day?”

“Go away.”

“Faust, fine.”

And so she teleported back to her house.

“Hi, Twilight,” Spike said.

“Look at the transcript,” Twilight said. “What’s wrong with Zecora?”

Spike looked at the transcript. “She’s in a bad mood?”

“I was thinking something more dramatic, but you’re probably right.”

“Wait, I was right about something?”

“Yes.”

“w000000000—”

We interrupt this programme to give you Lyra and Octavia. Wait, they’re not doing anything interesting. Back to Spike!

“—000000000t!”

A phone rang.

“I will answer the telephone,” Spike said. And so he did.

“Is this Spike?” Silver Spoon said.

“Yeah.”

“This is Silver Spoon.”

“Is this the same trap from last time?”

“It’s not a tra—”

“Who was it?” Twilight said.

“Silver Spoon.”

“Oh.” Spike didn’t say anything. “I’m going to clop.”

“No, I’m going to clop.”

An epic race to the lavatory was interrupted by the door being knocked.

“I’ll get it,” they said in unison.

An epic race to the door resulted in six deaths and twelve injuries. Wait, that was something else. Twilight got the door.

“Hi, Rainbow,” Twilight said.

“I told you,” Spike told Twilight.

“Well, sex beats clopping, so I have a better life than you.”

“That’s a subjective opinion.”

“Are we having sex or not?” Rainbow Dash said.

“We could just talk for a couple hours.”

“Unless we eat or something, then I don’t see the point.”

“I was being sarcastic.”

Rainbow curled up on the floor into a ball.

“What’s wrong?”

“I missed a sarcasm.”

“It’s okay....”

“It’s not okay.”

“Get up.”

“Why?”

“So we can have sex.”

“Why?”

“It’ll be fun.”

“Why?”

“You don’t need me to explain why sex is fun.”

“Why?”

“Because you already know.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ve had sex before.”

“Why?”

“Because you and Applejack love each other and you’re both horny teenager types.”

“Why?”

“You don’t need me to explain why Appledash makes sense, and because that’s your personality.”

“Why?”

“Just get up.”

“You said that because you can’t think of anything.”

“Get up.”

“Make me.”

Twilight started asphyxiating her and she got up. And then she stopped.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Rainbow said, even though she totally did.

“You liked it.”

“I know. Hey, what’s Spike doing with a half-empty bucket of popcorn?”

Twilight looked at Spike for a moment. “I don’t know, we don’t have any popcorn. We have opcorn for the mods, but no popcorn. Where did you get that, Spike?”

“It’s pop secret.”

Therefore, Twilight and Rainbow went to the bedroom and had sex. You think you want more detail, but trust me, you don’t. Next Chapter: Chapter 150: CASHEWS! Estimated time remaining: 7 Hours, 50 Minutes