"I'M IN LOVE, PONYVILLE," came the call that rang through the town that morning.

The new couple decided to spend the morning together before they had to go to work. Pinkie was determined to share the news with everypony she met, so she spent most of her time zipping between various civilians to announce her new found happiness.

"Hi there, little old mare! Guess what! I'm in love!"

"Hey, young couple with the morning coffee! Guess what! I'm in love!

"Howdy, drunk in the gutter! Guess what! I'm in lo-ooooove!

"Hi-ho, funny-looking animal from Fluttershy's house! Guess what! I'm in l-o-v-e, love!

"Cute, little foals on their way to school! Guess what!

"You're in love?"

"YES!!"

Nopony reacted much to Pinkie's actions, but neither she nor Travis cared. They were happy being with each other, and that was all that mattered to them.

The only trouble happened in the market, from a stubble-bearded stallion in a sailor's hat who said to Pinkie, "I got yer love right here, toots," as he stuck his tongue out at her with an audible *bleh*.

Travis wasn't about to let this jerk get away with talking to his girlfriend like that. His hoof shot out and grabbed the stallion's tongue, before pulling his whole head down to the display stand of his stall.

"Listen, Popeye, it's exciting for her! So start smiling before I come back there and give you a fucking attitude adjustment," he shouted.

"You better do what he says. My coltfriend kills ponies," Pinkie boasted as she put her forelegs around Travis's neck.

"Wow! Heeth uh reel cath! Yo uh wucky mawre," said the merchant, now suddenly enthused for the couple.

Travis released the ruffian's tongue with a smile.

"That's better," he glanced down at the fruit he had on display, "Hey, how much for the strawberries?"

"Fifty bits."

Travis grabbed the merchant's tongue again.

"How much, asshole!?"

"Thwee foh wun bit!"

"Give us eighteen."

Travis exchanged his money for the fruit, and realized he didn't have a basket or saddlebags to put them in.

Pinkie offered her help by stuffing them into the vast spaces of the inside of her mane. Unhygienic, yes, but it was good enough for them.

"What are the strawberries for," Pinkie asked curiously as she and Travis walked away from the merchant.

"I've been in the mood for a strawberry sundae lately. I thought it would be fun if we made our own," Travis answered, which got a giggle and a bounce from Pinkie.

This was an exciting first step for her to be making sweet treats with her new coltfriend. But, it was short lived, as she suddenly stopped.

"Wait: we can't have sundaes," Pinkie said, uncharacteristically seriously. As Travis was about to ask why not, "We don't have any wafer cookies to crumble over the top!"

There was that Pinkie-ness again suddenly.

"I'll make some when I have some free time at work. Oopsy-daisy! Speaking of which: it's about time I got back to the bakery," she said now realizing the time. One more kiss for Travis to hold him for the rest of the day and she hopped off to work. Then she came right back. "I almost forgot: say thank you to Twilight Eclair for me."

This made no sense, but Travis agreed to it anyway.

Pinkie returned to hopping to work, announcing her love the whole way.

Travis stood watching her until she was out of sight. There was only one other time when he felt this way, and that was when he was with his first girlfriend. That is, before she--

Travis hesitated to finish that particular thought, as it would be a serious spoiler for his first adventure in Santa Destroy. Besides, today he was supposed to help Twilight at the library, followed by Spike and Dash's sparring lessons. In such a short time, the two had become very adept fighters, which almost brought a proud tear to Travis's eye. This must be how Master Jacobs felt when he graduated a student. He began devising a training plan for the two as he trotted to the Golden Oaks Library.

The trip to the library was uneventful, with only a single pony congratulating Travis for his relationship with Pinkie. When he reached the library, he entered by smacking the door open with a solid jab and announced his presence.

"SPIKE!! FRONT AND CENTER!!"

Instead of Spike, a pillow came down from the second floor and flopped hard on his face. He shook the pillow off.

"Hey, what's with the crappy reception?!" He shouted, though was slightly grateful he wasn't thrown out the window again.

"You know darn well, Travis" Twilight said as she poked her head over the railing of the second floor," And if that door's broken again, it's coming out of your payment!" She was of course referring to the job Travis had today: shelving the books that were lying around.

"It's your fault for buying these cheap, imported bargain bin doors! You gotta buy 'Made in Equestria," Travis replied.

"Rrrrgh!" Twilight growled, as she came downstairs.

"And where's Spike? He's usually ready by now."

"Spike," Twilight said as she scuffed her hoof on the floor, "He's kind of...indisposed at the moment."

This was odd. Spike never missed his beam katana fencing or lucha libre sparring. Travis wasn't exactly the brightest person around (just ask Destroyman (asshole)) but he knew when something was amiss. But, he just brushed it off. He would just look into it later. Right now, he had a job to do.

"Right," was all Travis said before he got to work on the bookshelves.

The first order of business was to dust the shelves and get rid of all the cobwebs.

With his magic, Travis grabbed a feather duster and gently goaded all of the spiders out of their homes and out the open door.

"Okay, let's go! Move it or lose it! You don't have to go home but...uh..." Travis couldn't finish that thought, as he was just then evicting the spiders from their homes.

One of the spiders turned around to glare at him, with its front legs crossed and two of its little feet tapping.

"Dude, come on! My friend runs an animal shelter like a mile out of town! Pack up and go there!"

Travis could have sworn that the spider flipped him off before it skittered away with the others. After they all left, he went about his job.

He did so by throwing the books like ninja stars into their respective places on the shelves.

It was around noon when he finished, and none of the books were harmed or misplaced. Twilight let out a relieved sigh and got to eating her breakfast. Sure it was noon, but she didn't get a chance to eat, as she was having multiple heart attacks the whole time Travis was working.

Twilight took an eclair from a dozen that she had hidden from Spike after she bought it from Sugarcube Corner yesterday. Before she even took the first bite, Travis grabbed her hoof. "Travis, what are you doing," she asked, slightly annoyed.

"Pinkie says 'thanks,' Travis told the eclair. How this tasty, cream-filled loaf of greatness deserved any thanks was beyond him, but he had fulfilled his promise.

Now that he had finished up the library business, he was now ready to tackle Spike and Dash's combat lesson.

Twilight tried to explain that Spike wasn't feeling well, but Travis reasoned that he wouldn't always be feeling up to snuff if there were a surprise attack.

When he went upstairs, he was greeted by Spike bumping into him.

"Travis! Hey, how's it going," Spike said, almost too enthusiastically. "I just remembered that I can't do fighting lessons yet! Fluttershy said she had a book that she wanted delivered to her!"

Something really wasn't right. The first was that Twilight didn't usually deliver books. The next was that even if she did, she could just teleport it there or deliver it herself.

Spike shuffled past Travis and made his way to the door with Travis behind him.

"Okay, so we can train on our way back," Travis said, knowing full well that if they damaged that book on the way to Fluttershy's house, there'd be hell to pay.

"NO," Spike yelled, almost knocking Travis over with the force of his yell. He realized what he just did and collected himself, "I mean: I can do this by myself. You know, practice being independent. Staying self-reliant. Things like that. Okay, bye," Spike said very quickly as he left the library. He soon came back though. "I forgot the book. Um..." his hand hovered unsurely over the books on the shelves before he picked one, "Here's what Fluttershy wanted. Bye again!" And Spike hurriedly left the library once more.

Okay, so just what was Spike up to. The book he chose was very clearly not Fluttershy friendly. Anything that had a title like Ghost Stories to Scare Your Flank Off couldn't possibly be.

Travis decided that he should follow Spike to see just what was going on.

"Alright, time for another stealth segment," Travis thought. And hopefully, it wouldn't be as crappy as the first one he had back on the prison island.

He waited a few seconds for Spike to get a head start and exited the library to demonstrate his shadowy prowess.

As soon as Travis left the library, he was suddenly ambushed.

A solid kick was delivered to his side that sent him sprawling on the ground.

He recovered with a fluid roll and saw his attacker to be Rainbow Dash, who dove at him with her beam katana drawn.

Travis parried her attack with his Tsubaki.

"Dash!? What the fuck are you doing," he yelled at her.

Dash, responded with a furious assault of slashes.

"Just what you taught me: start a fight with a bang, and show no mercy," she said as she kicked Travis away.

When they were at a distance, she tossed her beam katana into the air, caught it in her teeth after a flashy loop, and finished with a dynamic pose as she flashed her confident smile.

Travis had indeed taught her well.

"I'm gonna win this time!" Dash declared.

Dash continued her assault, and pushed Travis into the busy streets of Ponyville.

The resident ponies all ran for cover as their furious sparring session once again wreaked havoc on their peaceful lives.

Travis used his magic to smash her between two market stalls.

"God dammit, Dash! This is supposed to be a stealth scene," Travis yelled at his boisterous friend.

Dash's next move was to push away the two stalls with her wings.

"Okay, but if we're gonna do stealth, we do it my way," which she meant it was to be just as loud as it was now, but nopony would see her.

She demonstrated this by flying at Travis, and just as he was about to parry, she disappeared from his view.

The next thing he knew, he had to block her attack from behind when she disappeared again.

And then another block to the rear.

And again.

And again.

It was like that annoying attack that Jasper Batt Jr. kept using on him when he attacked from all sides.

"Seriously! Knock it off," Travis yelled as she came at him again.

Dash only stopped her attacks to flash her brash smile and gloat.

"Giving up? Forget it! I'm not stopping until I've got you on your knees eating dirt," she said before swooping again.

Her attacks drove Travis back into the main street of Ponyville, the whole time Travis trying to make her cease her assault.

"Come on!"

"I need to be somewh--!"

"Spike! He's--"

Dash reared back for a swoop that was sure to get the best of Travis, but her attack was offset by Travis knocking her off course and putting his forehooves on her neck and back, followed by Travis bending over backwards and slamming her enter body onto the ground.

"I said: quit it," he sternly yelled at her as he had her pinned under him the way he had done after his first fight with Shinobu.

The message seemed to finally reach Dash and she quit struggling.

"Sorry, were you trying to say something," she asked innocently.

Travis let out a frustrated groan as he somersaulted onto his hooves.

Dash helped herself up with a slightly less graceful somersault, "What's up, teach?"

"Spike's what's up. He's not coming to his lesson today," Travis explained.

This news was a surprise to Dash. She knew full well what an eager student Spike was.

"Seriously? But we were gonna practice piledrivers today! He's been looking forward to that for days," Dash said as she frantically darted to each of Travis's sides, "Somethings doesn't smell right, and we're gonna find out what!"

"Damn straight we are. But we need to find out discretely," Travis instructed.

Dash put a hoof to her chin and nodded.

"Got it. We'll start when I find out what 'discretely' means," she declared.

Spike was nervously making his way down the path to Fluttershy's house. He had grown bored with the walk, and decided to start reading the book he was supposed to be delivering.

Just when he got to the part of the story where the character was holed up in a rundown, wind-beaten shack, and could hear something large slithering through the tall grass outside, he nearly jumped out of his scales when he heard a rustle of grass behind him.

With a yelp, he quickly turned around, and all he saw was the empty road and a perfectly clear sky, save the number of clouds present. He knew he had no reason to be afraid: the grass here was too short to hide anything that wanted to eat him. Spike turned around and resumed his walk.

As he walked away, the grass rustled more, and Travis's head popped up with a crack.

"Kyaaaaa," he quietly yelled as he necked popped.

A small cloud drifted to his side and Rainbow Dash poked her head out from the side of it.

"Nice save. Where'd you learn to hide like that," she quietly wondered as Travis rose from the grass, cracking the rest of his joints.

"I saw Pinkie do it, and I didn't have a lot of options," Travis explained, "She must be double jointed or something. Because seriously: ow."

The rest of the trek to Fluttershy's house was harrowing to say the least. They thought their cover was blown for sure when Spike investigated the sneezing cloud that was hanging suspiciously low.

"Gesundheit," he said before he went about his way.

The two shadows stopped tailing Spike before they reached the perimeter of Fluttershy's cottage so as not to alert any animals. They watched him knock on the door, which was answered after a few seconds.

"Oh, Hello Spike. I wasn't expecting you today," the yellow pegasus greeted him.

Without a word, Spike pushed past Fluttershy into her house and shut the door behind him. Now was the time for Travis and Dash to get closer to further their investigation.

"Dash: recon that window, and I'll listen by the door," Travis said as the two approached the house, when Travis had something he had to ask, "You know what 'recon' means, right?"

He only asked this question as he realized Dash was no longer at his side and flying into the open window. She clearly didn't know what 'recon' meant. But he went with it and knocked on the door, which was answered once again by a distressed Fluttershy.

"Travis? What are you doing here," she meekly asked as he stepped inside with Dash. This was becoming too much for the poor mare. Sure, these were her friends, but there seemed to be something wrong to her.

"Spike's not at his sparring lessons. You seen him around," Travis inquired as he looked around the cottage.

The initial scan showed no sign of Spike anywhere. Travis and Dash both started looking around the house for anywhere he may have been hiding.

Fluttershy nervously shook her head, "Uh, n-no. I haven't seen Spike at all today."

That was a lie, and they all knew it.

Dash hovered over to the other pegasus and looked her in the eye.

"Remember when my sandwich disappeared, and I asked where it went, and you said that you didn't know even though you had crumbs all over your face, and when I asked you about it, you said that you were growing a beard," came the long-winded question from the blue pegasus.

Fluttershy answered with a nervous nod.

"Point is: you suck at lying, Flutters."

"I'm sorry," Fluttershy whimpered, bordering a panic attack, "I didn't get to eat my lunch because Angel Bunny kicked me out of the house to buy more carrots!"

She yelped slightly when Dash grabbed her shoulders and lightly shook her.

"You can't keep the truth hidden forever," Dash yelled before Travis stopped her.

"Let her go, Dash. Spike's obviously not here," he said as he levitated the bags of feed he was looking under. "Let's try somewhere else and-- HIYA!!"

With a jolt, Travis body slammed one of the bags, and Spike's head popped out of the opening, along with a sizable amount of feed.

"Nice," Dash commended, "How'd you know he was in there?"

"Most feedbags don't read their books out loud," he answered as he held up the book Spike had brought with him. The book was now pouring feed out of its open pages."

How the hell was Spike reading in there anyway?

Spike answered with a pained moan, but Travis told him to walk it off and he'd be fine. Of course, that would only be after he could walk, instead of laying limp on Travis's back.

With a whoosh, Dash cleaned up the mess on the floor, and the three left with a short apology for the intrusion.

As they walked to their training spot, Travis tried asking Spike what he was doing ditching his lesson like that, but Spike only gave threadbare excuses. Travis realized he would get nowhere and decided to drop it, in favor of another topic.

"So what happens? Do Strawberry and Blueberry even kiss," Dash asked. The topic they chose was life in Santa Destroy, and the two Equestrians found Bizarre Jelly particularly fascinating.

"Yeah, but only after the writers decided that they need to talk about it for half the episode," Travis answered dully. Seriously, what a crappy thing to do, making him think it was going to be a fanservice episode, only to just be an exposition episode where they kiss at the tail end. "They're probably just friends by the next episode anyway," he thought.

"That's stupid. I say if somepony loves somepony else, they should say so and give in. Besides, lots of fillies experiment at even younger than that," Dash said, getting a weird look from the guys. With a grin and a blush, she decided she'd better explain, "You know, back at camp, me and Fluttershy kind of...Shut up! Don't judge!"

"I actually think it's pretty awesome you at least tried to find out," Travis said reassuringly. "Not like what I found out with my first girlfriend," he muttered, leaving the other two to wonder what he meant.

"What did you find out," Dash inquired.

"Spoiler, Dash. I went over that earlier this chapter," came Travis's short reply.

That was weird. The more she got to know him, the more and more he sounded like Pinkie Pie. It was so strange to her: he and Pinkie had so much in common, so why did they not hit it off? After that fight they had, was there really no chance of them making up? Sure, Pinkie staked her claim on Travis with her special cupcakes, but now it seemed to be null and void.

Not that it was a problem. After all, Travis needed a mare who was more his speed anyway. Somepony who could keep up with him, and give him the challenges a tough stallion like him deserved. Somepony like--

"Wait, what are we doing here," Spike asked, derailing Dash's train of thought. Spike had said almost nothing the whole trip, but he was suddenly speaking now that they were back at the Golden Oaks Library.

"What do you mean? You need your beam katana for today's lesson," Travis answered simply. He was about to go inside when Spike zipped in front of him, impeding his progress.

"But I thought we were just doing piledriver lessons today," the young dragon said as he moved to each side Travis did as he tried to enter the door.

"Yeah, we are, but we still need to do the fencing drills like we always do. And as soon as you move, we can get your sword and start," Travis said, growing slightly more irritated by Spike's behavior.

"But Twilight might be getting out of the shower right now! I don't wanna see her naked," Spike quickly said.

That wasn't much of an excuse, since Twilight was always naked, being a pony and all.

Travis had grown quite weary of this and wound up for a powerful punch. The blow he delivered took the door right off its hinges this time, and what he saw inside the library made everything up to now make sense.

A beam katana was something that was very difficult to put together, and even more so to take apart due to the volatile nature of their engineering. It would take a long time to safely take one apart, and here Twilight was, at her desk, carefully dismantling Spike's Fire Ruby. Or at least she was, until the jolt she got from the door breaking.

"What the hay are you doing, Twilight," Dash exclaimed as she took the partially dismantled handle from her.

"Spike needs that to learn how to fight! I thought you were supposed to encourage learning, Sparks," Travis yelled.

Spike sighed deeply. He knew he'd been caught.

"It wasn't her idea, Travis. It was mine," he said with his head hung.
This statement stumped both Travis and Dash. They didn't understand what he could have been thinking.

"I was taking it apart before you came here today. I asked Twilight to finish the job while I distracted you if you came by before I was done."

"So, that's what this was all about," Travis thought, "The kid was only playing hooky to keep me busy." He had to give Spike some credit, because it was actually pretty clever how he had anticipated to be followed by him if he acted suspiciously enough. But there was still the ever important question, "Why don't you want to learn to fight anymore?"

"Well...I..." Spike scrambled for an explanation.

Any excuse would do to subvert Travis, but he couldn't think of any at that moment. He decided it would be best if he just told the truth.

"Travis, you've been awesome. Before I met you, I could only hang out with mares. And every day, I waited on any whim Twilight had. And when she's out protecting Ponyville, or Equestria itself, I always have to sit back hear about the details! I always felt like I was being left out!" Spike cast his gaze downward as he took a seat in one of the nearby chairs. "But you. You're like the big brother I've always wanted. You taught me things that I'd never learn with Twilight."

These words struck a blow to Twilight. She had looked after Spike ever since he was born, and came to love him like her own brother. She felt like it was up to her to teach him the ways of the world as she saw them, and to show him right from wrong as her own older brother had done with her. And now after everything she had worked towards, Spike was saying that he looked up to Travis.

Dash could read all of this in her friend's face, and moved in to stop Twilight from interjecting, "Easy. Let him talk," she said.

Thing was, Twilight was going to anyway. Any other time, she would have put up some kind of fuss about something like this, but what Spike said seemed to take the fight out of her and made her allow him to finish.

"I was always left wondering what good I was besides taking notes and keeping schedules," Spike continued, "I never knew what I wanted outside of my responsibilities." His pent up emotions began to surface, and threatened to make him break down and prevent him from continuing. He did his best to hold them back, which made his voice tremble, "But when you taught me how to fight...I knew that I wanted to protect my friends. But I'm not even any good at that!"

"You're kidding," Travis replied, "You've learned faster than I ever did."

"Yeah, but I can't do what you do," Spike said, now physically trembling, "I can't...kill anypony...I want to keep everypony safe, but I don't think I can if I have to kill to do it!"

Travis smiled after Spike was finished. That was really all that was bothering him? This was an easy thing to fix. At least to Travis, it was easy. He looked over what was left of the beam katana, and deemed it safe for what he would do next. Then, he picked it up with his magic, grabbed it between his hooves and crushed it like a beer can.

What he had done confused Spike and Twilight, "Why did you do that?"

"Because you just made an important decision, Spike," Travis said as he chucked the crumpled beam katana into the trash, "You've just made your own way in your life."

"I did," Spike said, no longer trembling.

"What do you mean," Twilight asked curiously.

"You took the lessons you learned from others and made them work for you based on what you know about yourself." Travis couldn't believe what he was saying. To him, it all sounded like bullshit, but at the same time, it made a weird kind of sense, "And believe me: it's easier to protect others without killing than you think it is."

"Really," Spike's face lit up when he heard this. "Then why don't you do it?"

Travis was stopped in his tracks. He didn't want to say that he did it because he enjoyed killing faceless goons. That would have killed his friends on the spot. He carefully picked his next words, and started with an example, "I did once. She was an assassin too. But sometimes, death's a way of honoring your opponent. When I first became an assassin, I made the mistake of sparing someone who didn't want to live after being beaten, and I regretted it when I did. I won't go into the details about what happened after that."

"Thank Celestia," everypony thought.

"All and all, what really matters is what you want to do," Travis continued, "Come on, buddy. What is it you want?"

"I..." Spike hesitated. Though he had often thought about this issue, this was the first time he really confronted it. He quietly gave his answer, "I want to be worth something in all of this."

These words touched Twilight. To her, he had always mattered.

"Oh, Spike," Twilight said as she took her little brother in her hooves, followed by Dash.

Travis watched the three and decided to join the hug. He put his forelegs around his friends and held them close to him. After everything that had happened between him and his new friends in this crazy world, things were starting to make sense. He began to feel like Equestria was truly the place he belonged. Here, he had friends, a real brotherly relationship, a community that he cared about, and a woman he loved.

Speaking of which, Travis became aware of a familiar presence behind him.

With a smile, he turned to see Pinkie standing there with a platter stacked high with wafer cookies, and a smile plastered on her face.

"Cookies are done," she said cheerfully as the four broke their group hug, "Who wants a sample before they get crumbled for sundaes?"

They all eagerly took a cookie and bit into them. Not too crunchy, perfectly flavorful, perfectly Pinkie.

"If you don't think they're good, I can just have the batch destroyed and start from scratch."

"They're great, Pinkie," Twilight assured her. It was unusual for Pinkie to be so unsure of her baking skills. What exactly could have made her doubt herself.

"Are you sure," Pinkie asked, as she went slightly shifty-eyed, "I have the fire barrel prepped back home."

"Don't take our word for it. Try one," Travis said as he moved closer to Pinkie's face with a cookie held in his teeth.

Travis passed the cookie into her mouth as their lips touched. This naturally led into a passionate kiss, followed by the two groping each other, which was followed by them dropping their bodies and continuing their dance of love on the wooden floor of the library.

Spike gagged from the disgusting display of affection, while Twilight simply watched the two make out in front of them.

"Well, mystery solved," she thought to herself. After a few more seconds of watching them kiss, she began to feel nauseous. Sure, she sometimes fantasized about the perfect stallion, but it didn't seem right when it wasn't her doing the kissing. "So, I'm sure the two of you want to be alone right now," Twilight said.

Her statement made Pinkie and Travis snap to their hooves.

"We can't be alone just yet," Pinkie declared, "We still need to get everything for the sundaes!"

That didn't make sense.

"Didn't you already get everything," Travis asked her.

"Nopie-dopie," Pinkie said with an emphatic shake of her head, "We still need so much stuff: the ice cream, the sprinkles, the candies, the chocolate syrup, the strawberry syrup, the caramel, the butterscotch, the bubblegum, the hot sauce, the corn kernels, the sauerkraut, the--"

"Okay, Pinkie! Stop before you get to the motor oil! I'm nauseous enough after the sauerkraut," Travis said. Pinkie began excitedly bouncing.

"But I want everything to be perfect for the first time we make sundaes together," she practically begged, "We only get one first time, don't we? I want our first time to be something special that we'll remember! And then we'll keep trying to make it better and better and better!"

When she finished, all of Travis's holstered weapons activated on his belt at the same time. Anyone who really knew Travis would know that his mind was elsewhere as Pinkie spoke. With a quick swat on Travis's belt, Pinkie deactivated all of his weapons, "Let's get moving! We need to get everything before it's dark."

"It's only past noon," Travis reasoned.

Pinkie excitedly grabbed his hoof and led him out the door.

"That only gives us a few hours until dessert," she said as she and Travis exited the library. Twilight and Spike watched the happy couple leave until the shut the door.

"Well, there goes a cute couple," Twilight said whimsically.

"But a couple of what," Spike finished.

They both were about resume their duties around the library when they saw Dash staring at the door. She looked like somepony who just received the worst shock of her life, the way her eyes were stuck wide open, and her jaw dropped nearly to the floor.

"Dash? Are you alright," Twilight asked.

In Dash's mind, she was playing the words she had said earlier over and over in her head: 'I say if somepony loves somepony else, they should say so and give in.' She had done neither. It was almost as if she had let somepony else win. That wasn't right! That wasn't Rainbow Dash!

Cupcakes or not, Dash had come too far to quit. With a renewed vigor, she revved up her wings and flew out the closed window to claim her victory!

"Why can't anypony use the door like normal ponies," Twilight said with her face hooves.

Author's Notes:

Just gonna make the point now: Destroyman is one of the biggest assholes in video games. Right up there with Handsome Jack. I took pleasure in defeating Destroyman! Anyhoo, There was a guy in the comments for the last chapter who wondered where the harem ending was, and I said that this wasn't that kind of story, but I guess joke's on me. Does it count if there are only two women after the same guy? Like Archie with Betty and Veronica. Usually these harem things involve four or five women, right? Whatever. This is another one of those chapters that I think may have been bad, mostly due to the fact that I wrote it well past my bedtime (it's 1:15 AM as I type this). The idea for this chapter came mostly from the fact that on the show, Spike's pretty much just extra baggage. I kind of thought the poor kid needed a boost. It's tough being the little guy in a room full of giants after all.