MLP: Mentally Advanced Series

Episode -5 ~ Dragonshy

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At Dusk's treehouse, Dusk was reading a book about whatever while Spike was laying in his super small dragon bed just staring at the ceiling. Spike then looked at Dusk.

"Dusk, I'm bored." Spike whined, "Aren't we supposed to be outside learning about friendship or the magic of arse-kissing or something?"

"Spike, have you read about a sociological model that's not grounded in complete crap?" Dusk asked.

"All I ever hear about the social sciences are disparaging comments from you...either that or you sleep mumbling about (Y/N)." Spike confessed as Dusk's cheeks turned red.

"S...Shut up!" Dusk grumbled, "Well, the social sciences are nearly impossible to test empirically, and my little case studies are the furthest thing from scientific." Dusk states, "So the best thing I can learn is the magic of drinking with Applejack and (Y/N) on the weekends but only specifically with Applejack and (Y/N)." He sighed, "And those lessons don't generalize over to other ponies unless the lesson is insanely vague. And sometimes not even then."

"Fine. Justify it however you want. But if we keep staying indoors all day, we're gonna get rickets disease from the lack of sunlight." Spike explained.

"Hey, speaking of disease, I feel like you've been looking a little bit..." Dusk paused, "...misshapen lately?"

"Well, that's funny because lately you've been looking like a real—" Spike belches out a letter, "Ugh. Excuse me. I was gonna say you're a bitch."

Dusk rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. What's the letter say?"

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Dusk then stood outside of his treehouse with a glass of whiskey being held by his magic. As Applejack stood across from him with a bucket of blood.

"So alright, I got this chicken blood y'all wanted. Mrs. Cluckerbottom was on her way to doggie kibble, but Granny says she wants y'all to pay us back for the other three we had to butcher." Applejack states.

"Pay her back?" Dusk asked, scoffing, "I've been ordered to save the town from a dragon. That includes Sweet Apple Acres. She ought to be paying me!"

"I know that, but that ain't how she figures." Applejack sighs, "She thinks since y'all live here, you'd probably save the town one way or the other just to cover your own butt. And since you're livin' on a stipend from the government, she don't give a hoot." He points to the bucket, "Y'all asked for chicken blood, so y'all gotta pay for chicken blood."

"Yeah? Well, next time the town is in danger, I'll come up with a plan that saves everything but the farm." Dusk sassed back.

"I hate to break this to ya, darlin', but Granny has no fear of death and she already views y'all as a product of drunk, irresponsible, political nepotism." Applejack admitted, "If y'all destroy the farm in purposeful ignorance, she'll only feel vindicated."