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Dames. If I live to be a million, I'll never figure them out. I've got nothin' but dames in my life, and everyone of them is trouble.


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I set my jaw against the early cold and tugged my collar higher on my neck. The first few hints of fall were nipping at the breeze as I trudged toward Pinkie's.  I loved fall. Apple pie, marshmallows, everything. Nights were longer, meaning more time indoors, meaning less time away from troublesome broads. Well, all but one really troubling broad.

Twilight. Twilight, Twilight, Twilight. Now there was a heck of a mare. Smart, pretty, and one of the most irritating people I know. She always had this sense of being a know-it-all, like you could almost hear her correcting you out loud as you talked. But she rarely did. She just gave you that same eager smile and asked you to continue. At least when she was talking to anyone but me, that is. And then she'd leave a note for you somewhere about 'suggestions' that were worded a bit too imperiously to take seriously and too good not to. I pushed her out of my mind. I was nearly there.

Three steps down from the street brought me to Pinkie's door. Pinkie's was a great place. Best place to go after dark if you were thirsty and underage. Or if you needed a safe place to stay for a night or two. Pinkie operated out of the back of Sugarcube Corner and ran a tight ship: anyone who messed with anyone inside, besides simple stuff or pranks, was kicked out. Anyone who had trouble behind them was welcome. Anyone who brought it in was kicked back out to deal with it. Adults, kids, princesses, didn't matter. Nobody messed with Pinkie's house.

Music greeted me as I walked in, carried to my ears on the voice of an angel. Sweetie was singin'. She was crooning out a song I didn't recognize. Might have been Louis Armstud. It wasn't a piece I'd heard before. Somethin' she'd written herself? Sounded new.

Eyes greeted me, too. A couple of thick-necked hoofballers and their cheerleader dates with their fake, peroxide smiles. Hated that bunch; always too loud and too obnoxious. They quieted a bit as I walked past, none of them eager to repeat what happened the last time they messed with me. I may be half their size, but I'm tougher than I look. Doesn't hurt that I breathe fire, either.

There were a couple apprentices there, too, surprisingly. Even a go-fer and an errand-filly I knew from Canterlot. My people. Tonight must be special if they got a chance to come out. I gave them a nod as I headed for the bar.

"Been a while, Spike. What's your poison?" Dinky Hooves was behind the bar tonight. Weird. Pinkie never took a night off.

"Applejack's. And leave the bottle. It's been a long day."

"You gonna be wantin' your usual, too?"

Usual. Now there was a loaded word. It made me think of… wait, Twilight? What are you doing in my head? Go away. It's supposed to make me think of Rarity. "…yeah."

Dinky paused and put a dainty hoof on my claw. I let her. Dinky was good folk. "You alright, Spike? You look kinda peaked." She put the mug down in front of me with a bottle of Sweet Apple Acre's finest apple juice, brought in by none other than Ponyville's finest bootlegger: Apple Bloom.

I put the bottle to my head and closed my eyes. The cold glass felt good. "Yeah. Just a lot on my mind, recently. Where's Pinkie at? Not like her to take a day off."

"No one's seen her. Not for a while now. Last anyone saw of her was three days ago, at the Spa. But no one seems to be worried yet, so there's been nothing official done."

"Then it's probably nothing. I'll look into it in the morning."

Dinky frowned and pulled her hoof back. "…I'll go get your bath ready, then." She sounded disappointed. Let her be, I'd had a long day.

I didn't watch her go. It was probably a failing of mine, not keeping closer eye on the mares in my life. But there were too darned many of them! Besides my client and her boss, (who was the boss of all bosses) there were five more broads, and then three miniature ones, and then a whole host of others I had to rub elbows with. And of course there was Dinky. Another guy might count himself lucky to know so many mares, and cute ones, too. Not me. Dames were nothing but trouble.

Speaking of trouble, here it came now, in the form of that sweet-faced little filly Apple Bloom. She was hard to figure, sometimes, so unlike her friends. She was rough, tough, could out-wrestle most of the colts in her class, and loved pink. She loved frilly dresses and princess fairy tales and sparkly ribbons and mud.  She had eyes you could lose yourself in and a devious mind lurking behind them. It was no wonder she was the area's number one candy smuggler. She could have any colt she wanted if she put her mind to it, but she kept latching on to me, who knew better than to get tangled with a broad who wore trouble like a badge.

"Enjoyin' the juice, Spike?"

She tugged a lollipop out of her pocket and tucked in her mouth. "I haven't even opened it, Bloom." I twisted off the top and poured myself a glass before she could offer to, and pushed away the lollipop case she held out. I knew her game: butter me up by acting all neighborly and then try and wheedle a favor out of me. Not tonight. I couldn't afford it. Snips had doubled his rates, putting me two weeks behind on my cootie insurance. Something about a shortage of shots.

Before I could take a sip, the mug was snatched away from me by Sweetie Belle. She hadn't even finished her song. I glared at her as she took a sip and handed it back. "Keep it," I said as I pushed it away. All she did was bat her eyes and smile at me. She was trying to be sly tonight, something she normally wasn't. Sweetie was many things. Sweet? Definitely. It was even in her name. Pretty? That, too. She echoed her sister that way. Sly? I would hesitate to even call her 'average'. She wasn't dumb, really. Just slow on the uptake. Something was up, then, if she was playing at being sly.

"Why thank you, Spike! Such a gentlemanly thing to do," she said coquettishly. THAT put my scales on edge. Sweetie Belle flirting was a definite sign that something was up.

"What do you want, you two?"

"Oh, nothin', Spike. Just wondered if you'd be interested in doin' a little favor fer us." Apple Bloom leaned back against the bar and smiled around the lollipop in her mouth. Her smile was too tight for that pretty face. Like she wasn't happy about something. Wonder what.

"We'd be ever so grateful if you would." I felt a shiver crawl down my spine when Sweetie batted her big, doll-like lashes at me and grinned. "Please, Spike? For me?"

I could hear Bloom's lollipop crack. So she didn't like Sweetie's flirting, either? Weird. I figured they'd be trying to tag-team me; hit me from both sides with their girly wiles. But if Apple Bloom didn't like what Sweetie was doing, then it meant they weren't playing on the same team. I could use that.

"Weeeell, I could be persuaded."

Time to take a risk, Spike. Time to put your manliness on the line and break out of
this. I leaned in closer to Sweetie and waggled my eyebrows, kept my voice low.

"For a kiss."

Bloom's lollipop shattered. Bullseye.

"Ah don't think a kiss would be appropriate." Heh. She was mad now. I could almost feel the daggers she shot Sweetie. "Let's just stick t'business fer now."

Sweetie stared for a moment. I could hear her think, those rusty gears grinding away in her head. Should she go for it, or stick to the original plan, whatever that was? "But Apple Bloom, surely a kiss," She shot her partner a quick smirk. She was going for her new plan. Spike, you sly old devil. "Is a small price for the favor we're asking?"

Crunch crunch crunch, went the shards of Bloom's lollipop. I didn't need to look at her to know she was grinding her teeth pretty hard. "But Spike hasn't even agreed to th'favor yet, so keep yer lips to yerself." There was heat in her voice. A lot of it.

Time for another gamble. I turned back to Apple Bloom and cranked the charm up full blast. "Soundin' a little jealous, Ms. Bloom. Maybe you'd like to give me the kiss instead?" Eyebrow waggle, check. Confident smirk, check. Flustered Apple Bloom? Check and double check.

"Ah, er… well…" She turned away to try and keep me from seeing her blush, but it was too late. I'd already seen everything. Putty in my claws. Only problem was that I was digging myself deeper. Exactly the opposite of what I wanted.

I saw Dinky coming back out of the corner of my eye. Good. I could pull myself out before I got any more stuck. I grabbed the bottle of Applejack's and tipped my hat. "But I'm afraid it's gonna have to wait. I've got an appointment with a bathtub to keep."

And with that, I left the three fillies at the bar without a further thought. I could feel Apple Bloom fuming at my back, but didn't pay it any mind. Wrong move.


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I settled into the bath with a sigh. The mud was nice and hot, just the way I liked it. Smelled a bit, too. Miss Dinky always did know how to spoil me.  She even used the good mud from behind Mrs. Hook's Bait and Tackle, the one with all the worms wiggling in it. Who needed fancy imported mud when you could get the good stuff right here in Ponyville?

I took a moment to savor it. It was rare that I got to treat myself like this. Twilight hated it when I filled the bathtub with mud, saying it was 'gross' and 'dirty'. Which was true, but was half the reason I liked it. The other half was because the grit kept my scales nice and shiny. Speaking of which, I couldn't see my scale-brush around anywhere. Oh well. Steel wool worked just fine.

As I scrubbed, my mind wandered back to the ladies in my life.

Twilight. Why did my mind always wander back to her? She was so annoying, always barging into my thoughts and taking over. I wanted to think about the sweet curl of Rarity's deep violet mane, not Twilight's impossibly straight hair, or that goofy grin she got when she thought she was being subtle. She was such a terrible liar; it was no wonder I always beat her at cards. Not like Rarity's practiced pout.

Darnit, Twilight. Can't I have some alone time even in my own head?

Apparently, she figured it was fine to let me be after that, because Rarity trotted into my head the next minute. I sighed in relief.

Rarity… Sometimes I think I thought about her too much. Weird, I know. Thinking about your crush too much was par for the course, wasn't it? I couldn't help myself, anyway. She was just so beautiful and could be the sweetest thing on the planet when she wan—oh hey a bug! Cool, it's still wiggling! It's huge! I'm gonna eat it. Yes I am. I'm gonna eat you, little bug. *cronch* homfgromnf nom homf oh Celestia that's good.

...wait, where was I? Oh right, Rarity.

Rarity was everything I said she was and more. There were depths to her that
I hadn't plumbed yet, beyond the image of the fashion-obsessed pony everyone saw. Even at a glance, though, she was smart and beautiful and had charm for days. Knowing her as well I did (at least I think I do), I knew her beauty went to the bone. She'd given up a lot for others just to make them a little happier and their lives more beautiful. Even mine! And I was just a kid with a crush, I think. I leaned back against the edge of the tub. Who wouldn't be at least a little in love with her? No one, right?

So why did I say "kid with a crush" instead of "love-struck he-dragon"?

I knew who I wanted, and it was… no, no not Applejack! Oh sweet merciful gemstones what the heck was AJ doing in my head? Ugh. I ground the heel of my hand against my head. It was just an almost kiss, AJ! I like you, but as a friend. Yeah, you're pretty, almost as pretty as Twi— Rarity. But I've got a crush on Rarity, not you!
I bit my tongue mentally to stop my brain from babbling. Yes. I did like AJ. She was dependable and loyal and... not Rarity. She was pretty, like Rarity but in a rougher way. It was just an almost-kiss. I hadn't betrayed Rarity by almost-doing something on accident. She didn't seem to think anything of it at the time, either.  She was a friend, and that was that. There.

I sighed as Applejack smirked at me and galloped away from my thoughts. Stupid brain. Get back on track.

You know the worst thing about liking older dames? They never treat you like an equal. As deeply as I felt about Rarity, I had to be honest. She still thought of me as a baby. The best that could be said was I was a particularly affectionate pet to her. But that was fine, I could change that. I just needed to show her I was the mature, responsible older dragon she surely wanted deep down. Applejack probably thought I was some weird little brother or cousin or something. Or a neighbor-kid from down the road. None of them saw me as anything more than a kid, though.

Come to think of it, so did Fluttershy. Weird how I didn't seem to mind when she did it. She treated me like… well, a baby dragon, with a heavy emphasis on 'baby'. It was sweet on her, though. She gave me all the mooshy gooshy snuggly wuggly attention I could handle and then some, but I never minded it in the least. As much as it hurt my manly pride to admit, I did like the attention, even when she'd come over just to tuck me in at night. Reminded me of when I was little and… Darnit, there she was again.

Quick. Think of someone else. Pinkie Pie, or Rainbow Dash. Yeah, them two.

I licked bug goop off of my fingers and frowned. If all the others made me feel like a kid, then Rainbow and Pinkie made me feel old. Both of them were just too bubbly and boisterous, and always messed up all the work I put into the library. Especially Rainbow Dash. Pinkie Pie was silly, and made of nonsense and bubblegum, but she could restrain herself unless she got her hooves on raw sugar. When (and it was always "when", never "if") she got into the stuff she'd go berserk and turn into a pink tornado that left disaster in her wake. And you couldn't get mad at her, oh no. When she'd crash she'd be the most adorable thing ever and Twilight would just throw a blanket over her and keep going, saying something flippant. And when she woke up, she wouldn't remember a thing.

But Rainbow didn't even have that much going for her. She'd barge in, make a mess, never apologize, then rush out to do something else. Sounded an awful lot like another mare I wasn't going to think about. Both her and Pinkie acted like they were my age, while I was stuck lecturing them about responsibility and proper use of library resources, which did not include "kindling". And Rainbow would try to play cool, act like she didn't hear me, but we both knew I was right, and just who the cooler one was. Me, of course. Yeah, it was harsh, but the truth hurts, baby. She was still pretty cool, though. Not many broads can pull off a rainbow hairdo and make it look good. She had a ways to go before it was as cool as my spines, though.

I smirked and scrubbed a rough patch under my armpit. That felt good. First good feeling all night. Between dizzy dames looking down their muzzles at me and screwy fillies trying to get their girl germs on me, on top of my job, and my side-job, I was pretty pooped.

I patted the pocket of my coat to reassure myself my spitball gun was still there and looked around. Looked as good a time as any to take a quick nap. I shuffled down until my head rested against the back of the tub, and was asleep before I could close my eyes.


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I was being chased. That horrible space-bear Twilight had chased off was back, and was hungry this time. I didn't know how or who put it up to this, but it was coming for me, intent on turning me into its first appetizer. My spitball gun was useless against its starry hide, and my stubby legs were too short to outrun it. I had seconds before I was eaten.

A muzzle jabbed me in the ribs. I was scared, couldn't make out who it belonged to, and slapped at it. It did it again and called my name. No longer caring, I wrapped both arms around it and let it pull me away. Anything was better than getting eaten by an Ursa. Its jaws closed on air, then evaporated, along with the rest of it.


I opened my eyes to find a pair of deep violet ones looking back at me. They were huge and worried and a little red around the edges. I looked down. My arms were wrapped around Twilight's muzzle. My heart was racing, and all I wanted to do was curl up and hide. The dream had felt so real.

"Spike, are you alright? You sounded like you were having a nightmare." She didn't pull her head away. She did the opposite, and nuzzled my stomach. She sounded as worried as she looked.

I swallowed and closed my eyes again. That terrifying space-bear was waiting on the other side of my eyelids. I was afraid. You would have been, too, if you were chased by a three-story star-monster. I looked her in the eye and shook my head. "Come here, then," she said quietly, pulling me close.

Don't get me wrong, I liked Twilight just fine, but when she picked me up and held me, it was different from any other time. I felt like everything was going to be okay. No Ursa Minor could touch me, so long as I held onto her. She lifted me onto her bed and wrapped her mane around me, and I curled up next to her with my face in her shoulder. I was warm and safe, and I'm not too proud to say it was the best, most confusing thing ever.

I yawned and closed my eyes. The Ursa wasn't waiting for me this time, just sleep.


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I woke up again. How did I manage to do that twice? I was back in the tub, and my arms were wrapped around something. I looked down. Dinky's muzzle was squashed against my chest. Her cheeks were mushed together and bright red. I coughed and let her go with a pat on the head. "Uh, hey again." Oh man. Awkward.

She backpedaled a bit and fidgeted. "I uh, I-I came to see if you needed anything." She looked nervous.

"Well, thanks, Miss Dinky. I'm okay, though." Something wasn't right. I checked the pocket of my coat again. When I looked up, Dinky was pointing a perfume bottle at me. There were tears at the edges of her eyes. "Dinky? You wanna put down the piece? We can talk this out. Whatever I did, we can work through it."

"Oh Spike… I'm so sorry." Her grip on the bottle wavered for a moment. "I-I can't. I just can't." She shook her head. I moved slowly for my gun, but a voice from the door stopped me.

"Hands awff da spitshoota, flatfoot."

Bloom's hired muscle stood in the doorway. Two feet of trouble in a purple and orange wrapper, with a cute face and a name you'd never associate with thuggery: Scootaloo. I'd tussled with her before, and came out on top only half of the time. Maybe a bit more. I did not want to throw down with her. Not with Dinky in the room.

She popped her hooves and strutted up to me, motioning for Dinky to keep the bottle on me. "You's been breakin' a lotta hawrts lately, big boy. My bawss, Miss Belle, even powr Dinky heeyahr. Th'bawss thinks it's time you's learned a lesson in mannahs." She took a step closer and nudged me across the cheek. "An' there ain't nuttin' yew c'n do about it, tough guy. So keep ya yap shut an' we'll go easy on ya's."

Oh dear Celestia in Canterlot her accent was terrible. She shot for downtown Broncs, missed, and wound up somewhere inside of a bad Fillywood production. It would have been funny if she hadn't been grinning like a fiend. Or if Dinky hadn't been pointing the perfume bottle at my face.

I glanced at Dinky, who wouldn't meet my eyes. "So you're workin' for the Cutie Mark Crew, now? I thought I taught you better than to get mixed up with them. I thought you liked me."

Dinky tightened her grip on the bottle. "I didn't want to do this Spike. I do like you. Like, like you-like you." She opened her eyes and locked them with mine. There was steel there, and tears. "But they've got my mom." That was two surprises in two seconds. I must be off my game if I missed that.

Apple Bloom's hoof came down on her shoulder. "Don't you worry none. You just keep 'im covered with that piece. Me an' my girls will take care of th'rest. And Scootaloo? Stop it with the accent. It's so bad even I can't understand ya."

"Awww… I liked the accent."

"I'm really sorry about this, Spike." Sweetie Belle stepped out from behind Scoots lugging a huge makeup kit. "But Apple Bloom is kinda right. If you hold still this'll be over with quick." She opened it and pulled out a set of makeup jars. My heart began to beat faster.

I leaned backward, my hands in the air. I'd seen that kit before, and what had been done with it. Poor Snails got it last month, when he refused to pay his cootie protection. "What are you gonna do with that?" I kept my voice low, even. If I kept it cool, I could maybe bluff my way out of this.

Bloom's face, though, put paid to my delusions of getting out of this unscathed. That evil grin let me know they weren't going to listen to me. I clenched my fists and snorted back a loogie, ready to make a fight of it. Let 'em take me. I was gonna go down spittin'.

She pulled out a long, pink frilly dress with a silver tiara and waved it at me, causing me to lean away from the germs infesting it. Scootaloo tugged a pair of ribbon spools around her hooves and clapped them together. "You know exactly what I'm gonna do, Spike." Her voice was low, her eyes dangerous. "We're gonna teach you why it's a bad idea to toy with a girl's heart. We're gonna show you why it's a bad idea to mess with the Cutie Mark Crew."

Both Scoots and Sweetie punched the air. "Yeah!"

Dinky let out a scream and fired. Time slowed down. Drops of perfume hung in the air as I began to move. The Crew leapt on me, ribbons flying and lipstick bared.

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I stumbled into the library some time later. I was battered, bruised, and covered in makeup. Half a dozen ribbons hung from my spines, partly-tied. A frilly dress hung off of one shoulder. I'd made it out alive, but only barely. I was covered in cooties and frou-frou junk. I could feel the girly germs working their way through my system, even with the mud on my scales. I smelled like a mixture of shame and girl. My pride felt like it was on fire.

I needed to get this off of me. I rushed into the bathroom, pushing the door open and stumbling to the sink.

Or at least that's what I was going to do.

I had to stop in the doorway. Twilight was there in the tub, her eyes as wide as dinner plates. The quiet noise of a tripped alarm spell jangled in my ear, mixing with the Cob Calloway on the record player. My Moonicron toy was floating in the air above her head, and my plastic submarine was doing donuts in a bank of soap-suds.

So that's where my toys kept disappearing to.

She broke the silence first. "Spike."

"Twilight."

Long, awkward seconds ticked by. She looked at me, I looked at my toys. Neither of us felt like laughing.

"I won't tell if you won't."

I nodded and shuffled my feet uncomfortably. "Right."

"Neither of us has to breathe a word about being caught in an embarrassing situation."

"Of course not."

"We can keep this between ourselves, keep each other's secrets. Like friends do."

"Most definitely."

More long, silent seconds.

I scratched my neck.

She fiddled with a rubber duck.

You could cut the awkwardness with a knife.

She cleared her throat. "…do you want to play with the submarine? The Twilight October could use a new captain." She offered me a sheepish grin.

I could feel a smile cracking my face as I nodded and climbed in with her. "Yeah. Thanks, Twilight."

Her smile widened as she passed me the toy. At that moment, I didn't care if I couldn't stop thinking about her when I shouldn't, or if she confused me with being nice and motherly or sisterly or whatever she was when all I wanted was for her to stop being weird. It didn't matter if our work relationship wasn't entirely appropriate. And so what if every time I thought of Rarity, Twilight was there with her? I realized that she was my friend first, and always would be no matter what. I grinned and shook my head.

Dames. If I live to be a million, I still won't have them figured out. But I wouldn't live a minute without 'em.
Sixth in the Secret Tub Fun Series!

On a cold night at the beginning of Autumn, a hard-bitten young dragon decides to spend the night at his favorite little hole in the wall. But his past catches up with him while he's indulging in one of his favorite pastimes. Will he be able to make it out in one piece? Or will he fall prey to the ungentle attentions of the leader of Ponyville's smuggling ring?

With many thanks to the people who've helped me with this and others so far. Pride, RoyGBiv, Lycurgus, DCN, all of you. Thanks.
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BookishDelight Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2012   Writer
...see, I'm not sure what I could possibly contribute here. It's like when :icongojira007: reviews any new story I put up by way of a filibuster. I love it but it tends to carry the unfortunate consequence of other readers not knowing what they could possibly add and thus remaining silent. ^^; Everyone else has covered all of the bases and then some in this case.

So, short form: there is absolutely nothing about this story I do not love to pieces, and I think you know that I know that you know that this should be its own series SOMEHOW. So you should totally do that! And, uh, bring Scootabruiser back while you're at it. :D

(Oh, and bonus points for Spike/Twi deep friendship bond.)
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2012
Those long comments are a joy to read, even if they are a bit intimidating. They are almost directly responsible for most of the improvements I've made, with Director's Cut being the best example.

But even if you don't have anything to add, it's still great to hear. :D Especially from a writer as good as yourself.

I've been wanting to turn this into a series of its own for the longest time. Failing that, I'd like to write a second piece.

I've even got an outline all sketched out, more or less, and a title! 'The Malted Falcon', starring Snips as a major villain, and a giant chocolate raptor as the macguffin. :D

In fact, I'm gonna get started now.
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BookishDelight Featured By Owner Apr 25, 2012   Writer
It's true, detailed comments are the best! I try to provide them whenever I can, it's just there were so many this time from more, erm, timely readers. And thanks for the compliment! I'm still learning myself, but I'm glad to hear you say I'm making some headway. ^^;

Anyway, yes! Go forth and create hilarity! I can't wait. :D
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2012
I shall! Especially with STF nearly finished and an upcoming break on the way.

Which would you rather see, though? Adventure series continuing on with STF canon? Noir piece with Spike and the CMC and other small ponies? Or a dark comedy with Gilda and Rainbow?
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BookishDelight Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2012   Writer
Those all sound good, quite honestly. Even that last one. ;)

Follow your heart's desire--it's a good bet I'll read it!
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2012
I'm thinking I'll do the first one. I've wanted to do an adventure set for a while, though this one will almost be more ambitious than STF was.

Six young ponies rescuing the Immortals from isolation-driven and ennui-enforced magical corruption and the weight of their own evils? Seeing the world outside Equestria's borders and meeting new races?

I shiver to think of the possibilities. :O
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BookishDelight Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2012   Writer
Whereas I, the reader, merely smile with anticipation. :D
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2012
I shall not disappoint, then!
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Halpthiuian Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Anypony here ever hear of a movie called "Bugsy Malone"?
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2012
No, and now I have to find it.
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Halpthiuian Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I just Googled it. It's on Youtube:[link]
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2012
Thanks!
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Halpthiuian Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hope you do. And if you do, can you shoot me a link? It's an old flick, and kind of hard to find. You'll love it. The cast of ALL kids and the crazy weapons make this one of the funniest "Roaring '20s"/"Gangland"/Noir parodies I've ever seen. Fits the theme of your story to a "T"!
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2012
This is still one of my favorites both to read and to write. I've been tempted more than once to make a sequel, but it'd have to wait until after Secret Tub Fun's finished.
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ironman12 Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012
oh god this is my all time favorite of them all so far. EPIC NOIR.
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012
:D
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Haissan Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2012
That was an excellent take on Twilight and Spike's relationship. I would say it is most remarkable
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2012
Thank you! Those two are a joy to write together. Look for them to show up again!
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Haissan Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2012
the dream part is what really did it for me
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Roxor128 Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I love the idea of Apple Bloom as a crime boss. It's both surprisingly plausible and quite absurd.
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2012
I agree 100%. She would make the cutest crime boss ever.
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WaypointBravo Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2011
A few paragraphs in and the image of Sweetie Belle singing like Louis Armstrong forced its way into my mind and wouldn't leave for the rest of the story :|
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2011
She could totally do it, too. Her song VA is really good for such an adorable little mite.

A video of Louis Armstrong overlaid with MLP scenes would be the best thing ever. :D
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fgqsuochosdiu Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2011
This might be the best piece of fan fiction I've ever read.
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2011
D'awww... shucks~
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Metaknight345 Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2011
I'm a big fan of Film Noir style monologues, so this is absolutely amazing and hilarious to me.
Also love how you put in references to Twilight's and Pinkie Pie's STB story.
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2011
Look out for other references in other STF bits, too! Pinkie's has one to Fluttershy's, in fact. Trixie's has references to Pinkie's and Fluttershy's and Rarity's.

They're all eventually going to tie up together in 12, where it's shown that this is all happening on the same night, though not necessarily at the same time.
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Thedragonkeeper1995 Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2011
Wow it's late...
This must have been so fun to write, that was amazing.
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2011
It was a total blast. :D
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Thanos-san Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I am not sure if I can articulate a response to this.
It's awesome though, that's for sure. xD
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2011
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it. :)
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Thanos-san Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome xD
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bugsydor Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Spike Noire...

I love this!
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MC36 Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2011
That was just brilliant. Like many of these other readers it was damn near impossible to get through this without grinning the whole way through. Even better, while I was reading I couldn't help but think of Kids Next Door, the episodes where #2 is playing out some western or noire theme situation but with the added sillyness that comes with being a kid, and that just made this even better.
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2011
Success! :D

This is still one of my favorites, if not my favorite of all, to write.
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bhgiant Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2011
BAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I just LOST it at the bug part. Everyone in the library was looking at me weird. Well played sir, well played. :D
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2011
The whole story was a blast to write, but that bit especially. :D

Glad it could make you laugh!
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wessonic Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2011
When they said: Oh you know what were are going to do to you. I thought of :iconmolestiaplz:
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2011
Hahaha. :D
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VaguelyCreepy Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2011  Student General Artist
Okay, now THIS is deserving of the descriptor "epic." Hilarious all the way through. Remind me to point this out to anyone who refuses to believe silly and hardboiled can't truly mix.

Kids. They take everything too seriously, don't they? =)
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2011
ANYTHING silly can be made outright hilarious if you do it with a pokerface and a dry wit. The British have been proving this for decades.

And juxtaposition for comedy is one of my favorites. :D
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pentaclegram Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2011
Oh my Celestia this is amazing and I want more. You really nailed that noire feel. I also read this in black and white, and the image that kept popping into my head was one of Spike in a trench coat with the collar up, fedora pulled down low, and hands in his pockets. I swear I've seen it before, but I can't find it.
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2011
It's probably collected in one of the ponibooru sites, either bronibooru or ponibooru. You could also catch it somewhere on the chans, as well.

I had an image like that in mind when I wrote the piece, and had Casablanca playing in the background the whole time. I even put a bunch of smoke in my room and scrounged a couple soft jazz tunes to get the ambiance right.

Kinda impressive for the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere now that I think about it~
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pentaclegram Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2011
Kinda impressive? This is a masterpiece. I look forward to part 9.
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2011
*ker-blush*

D'awwww~ shucks~
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dumb-rock Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2011
I read this in black and white.
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2011
Awesome. :D
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CrimsonMoonKnight Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2011
Is it wrong if I read Spike's narrative with Humphrey Bogart's voice?

Anyway, loved this story. You should continue down this narrative :D
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Lawn-Pygmy Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2011
There is a story in the works for that. It's currently stalled out in the planning stages due to focus on STF, but there will be one someday.

And it is never wrong to read anything in Mr. Bogart's voice.
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CrimsonMoonKnight Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2011
That's great. Would love to read that too. Not that STF is not fun or anything :D
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