Starlight: Hey Spike!

Spike: Uh, yeah Starlight?

St: Would you mind making a portrait of me?

Sp: Huh? W-w-what for?

St: *sigh* I'm bored.

Sp: So what? Twilight haven't gave you enough homework for a week?

St: All done.

Sp: What? That's impossible!

St: Relax. I'm messing with you. I know that you cut corners too for some chores.

Sp: Hey! I don't!

St: And that broom closet in the hall?

Sp: Uh... I will clean it today.

St: That's what you said about my room.

Sp: That's your room! You should clean it yourseld!

St: Alright! Alright! Heh, let's make a deal. You make a portrait of me and I'll clean my messy bedroom. Deal?

Sp: Uh.... I don't know... I'm pretty busy at the moment...

St: At this hour, you read at least tree comic books... that you already read!

Sp: Uh..... Yeah, so? I-I like to reread them. So... I can see details I may have passed...

Starlight used her magic to bring the little dragon artistic material.

Sp: What the... Hey!

St: Come on, Spike. I know it won't take long. I saw your sketches of Rarity...

Sp: GAH!!!!

St: You reeeeeeeaally have a big crush on her.

Sp: Alright! Alright! Geez!

St: Spike... I'm just teasing you. I know that you are busy and probably tired at this hour, but I need your help for this.

Sp: What so important about the portrait?

St: It's.... for a friend.

Sp: So, you want to give a portrait to Trixie...

St: How did you....

Spike raised a eyebrow.

St: Oh. Right. Yes, it's for her. I wanted to give her a little gift for her traveling. Something to remind her of me.

Sp: And of course, why not a sultry of your friend....

St: What? No! It is not sultry!

Sp: Are you sure about that? That pose sure does.

Starlight blushed.

St: Oh my Celestia. I.... I never thought about that...

Sp: What about a nice little portrait of you?

St: You mean a picture?

Sp: Yeah.

St: I know. That's what I thought first, but... A drawing have more warmth, is more personal...

Sp: Why not making one of yourself? You just to pose in from of a mirror and-

St: No. I'm not so good with art. And she leaves tomorrow. Please, Spike?

Sp: Making you cleaning your room is sure a sweet deal... If you add cleaning the main floor...

St: What?

Sp: Then, I'd accept without problem.

St: My room. And no telling about your "selfportraits with Rarity". Deal?

Sp: *gulp* Uh.... d-deal.

St: Okay Spike, I'm all y....

He was walking down the hall

St: Hey! Where are you going?

Sp: To the bathroom. Do you mind? I won't have to time while I draw.

St: I better come with you, in case your can't resist losing time by doing one of your muscle flexing sessions in front of the mirror.

Sp: Hey! I plan my times for that! (thinking) Damn it!



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