Nah, no problem. Happy to help.

As Spike grew in size and in strength, the mares of Ponyville took to a sudden spell of weakness in the knees, thus excusing them to repeatedly request rides on his back, which was bristling with firm but flexibly soft spines. The drake noted that Applejack was the most freqrent customer, her cheeks as brighy red as the apples on her, well, other cheeks. Often on their treks back to Sweet Apple Acres, AJ would softly moan Spike’s name. He long ceased responding, for she would never answer, silence overpowering the long journey with each attempt at asking. Today was no different and just as those previous times, he required a shower to rise his scales clean. To complain was to err, and Spike never gave his services a second thought, although he always had the impression that the farm pony had something more to say to him beyond the delighted whispering of his name to the summer breeze that frequented their nigh-daily travels.

Funbrand: No no. It was no trouble at all Applejack! Say, it’s already dusk, and I don’t think I’ll be able to make it home in time for dinner. Do you mind if I, uh, crash with you for a bit?

Anything for you~

Me: Who would have thought we’d be rescued by a yeti?  
AJ: It is pretty unbelievable.  
Me: And plus, we got a lot of money from selling the yeti’s fur as well.  
AJ: It seems like a nasty trick, but…

S’alright.

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