Spike Nukem: Gems of Steel
Author Note: Hello, everypony! MarathonXII here, with an exciting new look at a Duke Nukem crossover. You've seen the fan art, you've seen the PMV (or if you haven't, check it out on YouTube), but not one brave soul has written a Duke Nukem and MLP: FiM cross before! I shall step to the plate! I SHALL BE THE WRITER! THE PEN WILL BE MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD ONCE AGAIN! *applause*
Anyway, this is the family-friendly version, so you can read this aloud on your comfy chair by the fire. If all fares well, an adult version will be made (slight changes!) All elements are sole property of Hasbro, Lauren Faust, Gearbox Studios, iD software, and were created for private use. Please support all companies in the making of new products. Please. Buy Applejack figurines.
And so another busy day for the purple dragon Spike has ended. Twilight Sparkle requested that Spike should do a list of labors while she's gone to visit Rarity in Canterlot. But will the mischievous dragon complete all the work?
Probably not.
Spike, toting a massive pile of pillows, kicks the door open and gasps for air. He collapses and the pillows fall atop him like an avalanche. He scurries up and
takes huge breaths. Sweating, he rolls off the mountain of pillows he purchased from Quills and Pillows, extra feathers just as Twilight demanded. Funny, he
thought, who knew extra feathers could be so heavy? After his breathing pattern returned to normal, he stood up and wiped the sweat from his face. "Geez,
Twilight, you're killing me!" he said aloud, cracking his back. "I need something to drink." He exhaustedly walked to the icebox, where he saw one of the
most beautiful sights he had seen all day; a juice box. "Only one left! It's a miracle!" he said, swiping the carton out of the icebox. He took a big gulp and
sighed in relief. "I love you, juice box…" he mumbled, and hugged the carton. Suddenly, the juice squirted out of the straw and landed on the floor. Spike
turned in horror, facing his only relief from a hard day's work being absorbed by the floorboards. It seemed to scream, "Spike, why?" as the aroma of fruit
punch wafted through the air. Spike got to his knees, trying to lap up what remained. But it was gone. "No! NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed, throwing
his fists in the air. Enraged, he got up and kicked the icebox, promptly hurting his foot. As he danced around holding his injured foot, he noticed a familiar
reddish glow reflecting in abstract pattern through the now-cracked ice. Could it be? Spike lifted up the ice chunk to discover…*GASP!* There was at least a
dozen juice boxes UNDER the ice! A plethora of flavors, categorized by his favorite to least favorite, were all in there. His eyes lit up with excitement.
"Jackpot!" he exclaimed. He forgot how to breathe for a second or two, but he remembered. "Someone's been holding out on me!" He turned to see
Owlowiscious looking back at him, startling Spike into jumping. "YOU! Did you have anything to do with this?" "Who?" "You! You Owlowiscious! Or…Who or…
whatever!" "Who?" Spike, with knowledge that he's losing this argument, turns his back and scowls. "Ah, never mind!" He turned back to his treasure. "Well,
the question still remains; where do I start?"
Hours afterwards, several emptied juice boxes littered the floor, and Spike is curled on top of the still-messy pile of pillows. He lethargically rolled onto his
back. "Ugh, this was a bad idea," he groaned, weakly lifting a cherry juice box to his mouth, but suddenly deciding against it. "And I still got…all these…
chores to…" He drifted into sleep for a moment, and then snapped back. "Uh…bring Applejack the…repaired barrel…and…" he drifted into sleep again, this
time not truly awakening. Spike was out cold in a flash. But that can't stop him from dreaming.
