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Vimbert the Unimpressive

Joined December 2011
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EqD pre-reader who doesn't like shipping that much but seems to write a lot of it.

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Stories (18)

  • Interference
    Celestia seems to be acting strangely. Could the tabloid rumors be true? Twilight hopes not...

    7,103 words · 20,761 views · 869 likes · 28 dislikes
  • Get Thyselves a Room
    Luna keeps spying on Appledashing dreams and it's driving her mad.
    5,183 words · 13,451 views · 1,093 likes · 51 dislikes
  • Distorted Perspective
    A chaotic event gives Princess Celestia a fresh take on her life.
    9,736 words · 24,037 views · 919 likes · 47 dislikes
  • Playing Hard to Get
    A Royal Guard struggles with sexual identity and unrequited love. Not Twilight x OC.
    6,787 words · 8,104 views · 338 likes · 16 dislikes
  • My Mask
    1,246 words · 1,430 views · 137 likes · 5 dislikes
  • The Price
    2,575 words · 7,243 views · 481 likes · 29 dislikes
  • Twilight, Revised
    33,727 words · 12,778 views · 723 likes · 52 dislikes
  • Late Bloomer
    6,303 words · 5,221 views · 572 likes · 42 dislikes
  • Learn to Fly
    3,019 words · 3,460 views · 166 likes · 9 dislikes
  • Idbow Dash
    3,638 words · 6,508 views · 423 likes · 31 dislikes

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“Anything else I can do for you, oh perfect one?” Spike asked.

He and Rarity were standing in Carousel Boutique's backroom amidst Rarity's usual mess, and Rarity was working on her latest masterpiece. It was a simple dress, yes, but to her, it was more than that; it was an opportunity. She was on the brink of something new to the world of fashion, and she would be damned before she let such an opportunity pass her by. Spike had been happy to help, of course: perhaps a little too happy.

Something in Spike's tone made Rarity pause. He seemed to be a bit more attentive than normal, true, and she was grateful for that. He didn't sound that much different than normal, but she found it to be more unnerving today. Had she just grown more accustomed to his mannerisms over time, and today was an exception? Surely, it had to just be her imagination. She had been fretting for hours about where to make a simple stitch, and she knew she was pushing her stress limits just a bit.

“Just a moment, Spike.” Rarity shook off the strange moment and affixed a few more pins to the dress Hoity Toity had commissioned. It was highly decorated, even by her standards, and she was quite certain that most anypony who looked at it would cringe a little from all the sparkles and sequins she had added. However, whoever he was obtaining this dress for, he wanted nothing but the most fabulous of all the fabulous dresses the world could provide—so naturally, he had come to Rarity for help. She smiled, trying to keep herself from drooling as she thought of the flood of bits this one dress would provide just from publicity. She had never imagined she would be making a dress for a stallion, but if Hoity Toity's client thought this was going to be the next big thing, who was Rarity to judge? Fashion waited for nopony, and she preferred to be leading the herd.

“Spike, be a dear and grab me some more rubies, will you?” A few more gems were all she needed, just to be sure.

“At once, milady!” Spike saluted and dashed off. He rummaged through Rarity's things in search of more gems, tossing various nicknacks aside in the process. He had gotten more and more efficient at fetching things for her as time went on; the result of hours of practice and memorization, Rarity supposed. At times, Spike almost felt more like her assistant than Twilight's, particularly since he'd returned from his little outing among his fellow dragons. More than once, she'd sent him back home after a day of helping her, only to find he'd only made it a few steps outside the Boutique's door before falling asleep on his feet. She smiled, thinking of the sight of Spike snoring on the ground.

“No. I must focus,” she muttered. As she worked, her expert magic continued to pull the dress together almost without effort. Although she still needed to give her efforts her full attention, she found her thoughts drifting to Spike's behavior once again.

He had been spending more and more time around her since he had tried to follow the Great Dragon Migration, to the point where she had begun to worry: was Spike starting to reject all of dragonkind in favor of... her? The little darling would no doubt make some lady dragon very happy some day, but Rarity couldn't help but worry that he was making a broad generalization about his fellow dragons based on the ones he had met so far. True, her own experience with dragons had been less than pleasant, but if Spike was any indication, dragons could be quite the little gentlep—er, gentlemen under the correct circumstances. Spike had just been unlucky; for his sake, Rarity hoped that was true.

Even though Rarity was quite happy to see him content living among ponies, she worried for his future. Dragons were long-lived, or so she had heard, but Spike seemed to be behaving a bit more like a pony each day. Eventually, he was bound to learn that some differences just couldn't be overcome. After all, differences and diversity were what made Equestria great. It had, after all, been a coming together of different ponies that had given rise to the nation in the first place.

“Got 'em!” Spike called as he dashed over with a load of rubies hugged to his chest.

“My word, I hadn't realized I even had that many left! You are quite the little helper, Spike-er...” She bit off the end of “Spikey-wikey” and noticed a quick flicker of a frown pass over Spike's face for a moment. Had he noticed?

However, Spike's face immediately brightened and reddened. As Rarity took the gems in her magical grip, he scratched his head and leaned against a wall, striking a slouched pose that strove for “cool” and “humble” but attained neither. “Aw, it's nothing.”

Rarity continued to work on the dress, pouring all her creative energies into getting it done. After all, she did have other orders to deal with later this afternoon; she only hoped she would have the time to work on them afterward.

She had the materials. She had the design in her head. All it took now was just some elbow grease. As she worked, attaching dozens upon dozens of rubies in strategic locations, she became more and more aware of Spike's lovestruck gaze on her. Rarity began to sweat, partially from the exertion of creating a fabulous work of art and partially from her mental picture of Spike.

She knew full well that when she turned, he would just be standing there, staring at her with a vacant expression. It was sort of adorable to imagine the little dear with a crush on her, but such a thing could never work in practice, of course. Had he been acting like this all along? Idly, Rarity wondered at what point exactly she had become accustomed to such behavior. The thought that she had ignored this for so long spoke uncomfortable things about her character.

“Spike, dear?” Rarity asked without turning.

“Yes?”

Rarity suppressed a shudder at the oozing admiration dripping off his voice.

“Might you, eh...” Rarity's mind blanked. What could she have him do? It didn't seem fair to keep him here and away from whatever Twilight was doing today, particularly if all she had left to do was simply assembling the thing. Besides, some time away from her might do him good. “I do believe that that shall be all I need for today.” She turned, putting on her best starry, half-lidded gaze for him. “Thank you ever so much for helping today, Spike. I don't know what I would have done without you.”

He nodded, looking bowled over by such praise. Spike remained in the room, leaning forward at a slight angle, enraptured by Rarity's every slight movement.

Rarity shifted her weight uncomfortably. “Er, Spike... what I'm trying to say is that you could go back to helping Twilight. I'm sure she's got a lot to do today; after all, Princess Celestia has been calling her to the castle more and more, and I'm positively certain that whatever it is, it must be quite serious.” Rarity put a hoof to her chin in thought, considering what top-secret things Twilight was doing for the princess, only to dismiss the tangent just as swiftly.

Spike waited, staring for several long moments after she had finished speaking. “No, that's fine,” he said, sounding half-awake, “I'll just stay here. Twilight said she would be okay today, so I'll just stay here in case you need any more help.” He drifted over to a cushion and plopped down, his half-lidded eyes fixed on Rarity.

Rarity searched for a response, but came up empty, her brows twitching as her eyes fluttered about. “Well... all right, then.” With a smidgeon of hesitation, she returned to her work. Her hooves and horn moved in unison as she continued to work on the dress. All she needed was just to affix a few more gems, and her masterwork would be complete. With infinite patience, she floated the final gem into place with a gentle push. “And... done!” She stepped back and admired her work. “Well, Spike? What do you think?” She bounced in glee. Seeing a completed work always filled her with joy; although the road to get there was often hard, she loved it when a fashionable plan came together.

Spike stared across the room and over the dress-wearing ponyquin at her. “Oh, it's fantastic...” he murmured, not bothering to take his eyes from Rarity's sweaty form.

Her eyes narrowed. He wasn't paying any attention to her creation at all; he was only present for her. As nice as a girl could feel from such attention, it irked her that all her hard work was being ignored. If this was the level his affections had grown to, she had to take action. His indifference was an affront against fashion, and such things could not be ignored.

Rarity trotted across the room and bent down to Spike's level. She spoke, trying to keep her voice warm, yet firm. “Spike, we need to talk.”

His eyes shot open in delight at being addressed in such a direct fashion. “Oh, sure! What about?”

She glanced at his trembling hands askance; she didn't feel comfortable looking into his eyes. “About... us.”

He tried, and failed, to suppress a giant grin. “U-us?! W-w-what about us, Rarity?” His breathing quickened, and she was quite sure that his little heartbeat had quickened.

She paused. How to attack this? She didn't want to crush his feelings, so perhaps beating around the bush a little was in order. “Spike, has Twilight had a talk with you about the birds and the bees?” In all likelihood, she realized, that had probably sounded like an awful non-sequitor to poor Spike, and her expectations of him knowing what she was talking about and getting the hint were rather low. She couldn't imagine Twilight approaching such a subject in the first place. Even if she had tried to explain such a thing, Rarity couldn't imagine Twilight delivering it any way other than with a deep blush on her face as she tried to keep it as academic and clinical as possible. She could be so unromantic at times.

Still, one could always hope for an easy solution.

He blinked. “That kinda sounds like something Fluttershy would talk about, not Twilight.”

Just as often, the easy way out was not an option. She paused, considering how to remain ladylike and elegant while broaching such a subject. “Er, that is to say... you're a strapping young dragon, and I'm quite certain that...”

“I sure am!” Spike puffed himself up, trying to look as manly as possible.

Rarity rubbed a hoof on her head, trying to ward off a looming headache. “Look, Spike... how about this. You are a dragon, and I am a pony. Yes?”

He nodded his head, although his dull-eyed, vacant expression made it clear he had no idea what she was driving at. “Uh-huh.”

“Good. So, then, you understand.”

“Uh... no.” Spike scratched his head, a sheepish grin crawling across his face.

Rarity resisted the urge to break something; her left eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “Spike, darling, you know I love having you around...” She noted with dismay his face lighting up at her use of the word “love.” “However, I can't help but fear that you may be spending time with me a bit more than might be entirely healthy.”

Spike scrunched up his face in confusion and folded his arms. “Too much time? With you? Naw, Rarity, that's just not possible! I mean, you're... awesome!” He laughed the little nervous laugh Rarity had come to know very well; it always meant Spike was trying too hard to be “casual.”

Rarity sighed and patted him on the head as she realized that explaining this might take more time than she had thought. “I'm afraid that is just the sort of thing I am talking about, Spike. Here, have a seat,” she said.

He sat down, still looking perplexed over the direction the conversation was going. Rarity sighed and carefully floated over a cushion, fluffed it for a few moments so it was precisely to her specifications, and sat, careful to get her entire body on the overstuffed cushion; Rarity would brook no possibility of discomfort if there was another way.

“Now Spike, I am quite certain that you think rather well of me... well, I know so.”

“Aw, gosh.” He blushed and scratched the back of his head. “You noticed, huh?”

She smiled, a warm memory surfacing. “Well, words that could have been the last a lady ever hears while she is falling to the ground do tend to stick out. I know you have a crush on me, Spike, and it's very sweet.”

He curled into a little ball, his tail riding up as his face burned with embarrassment. In that moment, he looked his age: a baby dragon, trying to be bigger and older than he really was.

She felt her heart melt a little at the sight. Somehow, she doubted the little fellow knew just how cute he really could be, but telling him would probably do more harm than good in this situation. Spike could be insecure and full of false bravado sometimes, but she had no doubt in her mind that he'd realize his true strengths eventually.

However, to realize that potential, nothing could hold him back. Including her.

“W-well, Rarity... you're just very pretty. And smart. I really... I mean...” He paused. “I wanna be your knight!” he blurted out, only to cover his face with both claws. He pried a small hole in his own defense against the sight of her, fearful of what reaction he would behold.

Rarity, for her part, kept her serene smile on her face, although her mind was reeling. Her knight? She wasn't sure if that was obsessive or romantic. Then again, there was a fair amount of overlap between the two at times, or so fiction had told her.

“Spike, that is a very noble thing to want to do. But...”

“But?” He cringed again, fearing what was to come.

Rarity reached over and tilted his head up with a hoof. Then, trying to be as gentle as possible, she gazed into his eyes and said, “Spike. I'll be the first to admit that I don't know much about dragons, but I have to admit, I was a little nervous around Twilight when I saw you followed her everywhere. I had always heard dragons were nasty, uncouth brutes, and even though you were just a baby dragon, I assumed you would be the same way.”

He tried to shy away, but she cradled his head gently, coaxing him into looking at her.

She chuckled. “However, you proved to be quite the little gentleman. I did—and do—appreciate all the help you give me around the Boutique from time to time. Really, I should hire some help one of these days, if ever I could find someone who could live up to my standards... but that's besides the point, I suppose.

“But Spike, like it or not, we're different species, and things just couldn't work. I know you haven't had the best of luck with other dragons so far, but if one dragon can turn out this adorable and refined, I'm sure others can too. Don't worry, you'll find... somedragon... someday, but it's not healthy to almost... drool over someone of a different species. Not that you drool, mind; such a thing would be most ungentlemanly. It's just that sometimes I can't help but worry that you're focusing a little too hard on, well... trying to be my knight.

“Don't worry, Spike. You'll find a nice lady dragon one day, and I hope I'm around to meet her. I'm not the only princess out there, Spikey-wikey.”

Spike, who had been silent, spoke up a tiny, fragile voice. “Does this mean... we can't be friends?” Tears gathered in the edge of his eyes.

She scoffed. “Oh, Spike. We can always be friends.” She wrapped him in a warm embrace. “We'll always be friends. Just think about finding some dragon friends one day too, okay?” Gently, she stroked his head spines.

Spike hugged back with all the strength he had in his tiny arms. “Yeah... friends...”

Rarity felt tiny patches of moisture on her coat, and she hugged him closer. “Don’t worry, Spike. You’ll find your princess someday.”

"I hope so, milady," he said weakly. "I hope so..."


Posted with severe apologies to Filler, Nick Nack, and Present Perfect, who offered their thoughts on this mess.

Comments ( 72 )

Alexstrazsa
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#1 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

FAI-

Oh, it's you.

#2 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

I remember reading a blog entry of yours, saying that you were planning to write something like this. I was expecting it to be a straight-up author filibuster about the rickety nature of the Spike/Rarity ship, but this surprised me, in more ways than one.

For one, this isn't an author filibuster, which is great. Ship-sinking filibusters tend to suck hard. This, on the other hand, is actually quite good, and more than a little heartrending. You kept the characters in character, you gave Rarity an extremely sympathetic portrayal (something that I think is rare in stories like this), and you played the angle of her letting him down gently very well. That hug at the end, Spike's tearful, mournful resignation - I knew there was a reason I was watching you, and there it is. You're damn good at this. Well done.

Now, shall I post my seventy page essay rebutting your claims now, or later?:moustache:

#3 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

Sadly, that would be the truth, I presume. I will always remain a Sparity fan, however!

Neat piece of work there, mate! Keep 'em coming! :raritywink: :moustache:

#4 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

Friendship is Forever Alone.

Poor, poor Spike.

#6 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

Isn't Rarity jumping the gun here a bit? Not to be morbid, but she'll be dead before he hits puberty naturally. He's mentally mature, not physically.

#7 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

It's still not entirely healthy for him to fawn over her constantly. Fostering illusions is not very kind. The relationship as friends has much more potential than lady and knight.

#8 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

Err... wat?:rainbowhuh:

#9 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

>>693826

OH N-

Oh, it's you.

>>694110

Thanks for the praise, and I await the essay I'll tl;dr. :trollestia:

>>694129

And then I realized what my cover image should have been if I could draw.

>>694210

True, but his growth spurt in episode #whicheverofthewaytoogoddamnedmanyRarityones means that this could become an issue again.

That's my flimsy rationale, at least.

>>694285

I think so too.

>>694305

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#10 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

>>694349 ....... WHAT???

#12 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

Well I'm to much of a Sparity fan to like it but at least its a good read. A mix of funny and disappointing/sad.

#14 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

>>694395 .... ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. :derpyderp2::derpyderp2::derpyderp2::derpyderp2::derpyderp2::derpyderp2::derpyderp2::derpyderp2::derpyderp2::derpyderp2:

SYSTEM LOGIC HAS BEEN OVERLOADED. COMMENCING BRAIN MELT.

#15 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

>>694404

Excellent.

Time to call the President and engage in a cryptic phone call just before the credits. Samuel L. Jackson optional.

#16 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

That was an excellent read. You kept them both totally in character, addressed his meeting of other dragons and his "confession" and made me emotionally attached to both Rarity and Spike's point of view. I have only one thing to say to you, Shrek 2.:trollestia:

Please continue this as a full length story if you can, for inspiration go to fanfiction dot net and look up "It takes a village". It's a great story about Spike getting older, and includes his realizations about his relationship with Rarity.

#17 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

>>694411

Me leaving things open-ended is sort of my style, and I don't really have enough interest in the pairing to write an epic about them. Still, I'll consider it.

#18 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

>>694415

Works for me, the story still works great as a one shot. Along those lines, I recommend Rarity's Diary by paleowriter on fanfiction.net to you, for your reading pleasure.

#19 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

>>694478

I actually harbor an intense dislike for Rarity, so just based off the title, I'll pass on that.

#20 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

>>694349

404 not found.

#21 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

Oh, well I am very impressed by the way you wrote her character then, without making her seem like a greedy, self absorbed, high class snob like most do when they write her. As for the story, it's basically her contemplating what happened during "The Secret to my Excess" and her fellings for Spike, I would say it's nuetral towards her being put in a good or bad light though. It's quite similar to your story, but it's more of her thoughts rather than an actual converstion with Spike.

#22 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

>>694590

Luckily, I'm not the sort of person who thinks people/characters I dislike are without redeeming qualities, so I guess my opinions didn't tint my writing too much. Good to know. :ajsmug:

#23 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

Your welcome:twilightsheepish:

#24 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

That title.

Mario reference?

#26 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

>>694617 Erm.... is that sarcasm or the real deal?

#27 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

Spike, welcome to the friend zone. It's not so bad. There is cookies and punch by the door. :moustache:

#28 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

*On the high seas of Fic*

Looks like the Vindictive is loading a ship sinking torpedo. Hmm...

Well thought out... Easily explained... Plenty of emotion...

Look's like he's letting this ship go down gently.

Good on ya, lad. *puffs some smoke from his pipe*

#29 · 111w, 2d ago · · ·

>>694625

The real deal.

>>695023

I be sailin' to the next target, I do.

#30 · 111w, 1d ago · · ·

That was entirely enjoyable, though I believe that claiming Best Pony™ Rarity would spend minutes fluffing a cushion might just be stretching my suspension of disbelief a bit :raritywink:

#31 · 111w, 12h ago · · ·

>>695117

You need to make that blog post complaining about your EqD rejection now.

#32 · 111w, 11h ago · · ·

>>703601

Yes, and clearly I need to join the group too.

#33 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

Sad Spike? No :twilightangry2:

Take my thumbs up anyway.

#34 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

Congrats on being featured on Equestria Daily, probably the only reason I found this story. I was under the impression that this would be about Rarity getting reeeeeally stressed out and tearing into Spike (in a way, I was kind of hoping for it; call me morbid), but nevertheless, I really enjoyed it. The weird bastard in me enjoyed Spike's heartbreak at the end, though. He thinks he's finally moving forward...when he hasn't moved at all. :raritywink:

#35 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

>>711797

I'll admit, it was tempting to write that kind of story.

#36 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

>>711818

Ah well, I have a story for this ship in mind myself, maybe I'll do it instead? :raritydespair: Only with the roles swapped, I think.

#37 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

>>711835

Give it a go.

Personally, I can't stand Rarity, so having someone who doesn't wish for her to be shoved into the background every time she appears in the show write a story about her will probably create better results.

#38 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

Sigh. Whenever I read a sad fic, I just end up feeling happy once it's over. Heck, I felt like it was a happy ending when My Little Dashie ended, for goodness' sake. I guess I'm just optimistic like that. Not that this story was bad, mind you. I loved it. Good job.

#39 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

Very well-written story, V. All literary aspects are on par and it deconstructs a pretty significant subject in the fandom. Thing is, I just don't agree with it. Certain things seen in the show may suggest otherwise, but there is no solid rule yet stating that Spike will outgrow or outlive the ponies, and the species difference is meaningless. Every time Rarity pointed it out in this story I just rolled my eyes. Species means nothing if they're equally intelligent. Love means everything.

On Rarity, you did a fantastic job nailing her character, but not Spike's. He's more mature than his years suggest, and you pretty much ignored his dry, sarcastic attitude and wry sense of humor. He has demonstrated a cartoonish infatuation from time to time, but he's not this constantly lovestruck around Rarity.

What this boils down to in my opinion: Great story, message falls flat. Now I'm gonna go read a Twilight & Spike shipfic. With clop. :twilightblush:

#40 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

>>712068

The species difference is meaningless?

Uh, yeah. Okay.

#41 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

>>712068

>>712159

I have to agree with Swashbucklist on all points. (Except for the clop; I'm not in the mood today.)

Species does not matter. The reason zoophilia is taboo in our society is that - as far as we can tell - there are no animals on this planet that match our intelligence and decision-making abilities. Hence a romantic/sexual relationship could never be truly mutual. But in Equestria, different species are on the same intellectual level. The reason for our taboo does not exist.

Spike/Rarity is nothing like, say, a horny girl and her dog. It's more like Sarek and Amanda. (Please google if that doesn't ring any bells for you.)

#42 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

>>712340

You're taking this story too literally.

#43 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

>>712410

I'm... not sure what that means. :rainbowhuh: Your story has Rarity rejecting Spike as a romantic interest because of their species difference. I think that's a lousy reason. S'all.

#44 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

>>712159

>>712464

Vimby - If you can explain why the species gap in this situation has any reason to dictate the affection Spike or any other filly may have for each other, I'm all ears.

Softy - I'm not entirely sure Vimbert's reasoning had anything to do with zoophilia. He probably just thinks it's wrong from a moral or biological standpoint.

#45 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

>>713029

Once again, this is being taken too literally. Consider what Spike represents.

#46 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

Nice concept and well-written in general, but the execution has some iffy points.

> Uncomfortable Stare Spike is turned up to 11.  The only scene in the series where I remember Spike acting like this is that "dragon pincushion" one from "Green Isn't Your Color", and that was clearly playing it for laughs.

> The point where Spike ignores a direct request from Rarity to leave broke my suspension of disbelief.  Since when has he ignored and imposed on Rarity like that?  What would his motivation even be?  "I just want to stare more, I don't give a f*** what Rarity wants."  Then, profit?  Does not follow. :trixieshiftleft:

> Rarity's conclusion regarding the possibility of other dragons like Spike completely ignores the highly unusual circumstances of Spike's upbringing.  Also, way to trample all over the whole "Spike is one of us" point from "Dragon Quest".  More like, "You're one of us, darling, but don't get any funny ideas." in this case.  Nice. :applecry:

> This is just a personal conclusion, but the only thing that the series has ever said about the growth of dragons is that they grow as their hoard grows.  If that's the case, then it follows that a dragon's growth is HEAVILY influenced by his/her environment, perhaps even moreso than age.  Telling Spike to back off of ponies with this in mind is pretty darn cruel, in my opinion.

> Also, if the series pulls something like this after the awesome of "Secret of My Excess", I rage quit.

#47 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

Excellent story! By the way, what exactly is an author filibuster? I kinda get what it means knowing what a filibuster is, but I feel there's some context I'm missing here.

#48 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

>>713702

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AuthorFilibuster

Basically, it's me admitting this fic is kind of garbage.

#49 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

>>713733 Ah, I see. Thank you!

#50 · 110w, 5d ago · · ·

>>713048 And Spike represents ... the ignorance of youth? An immature infatuation? A child developing a crush on an adult? If that's what you're saying, it's limited to this fanfic, because canon Spike is better than that (not to mention closer to the mane six's ages than every anti-Sparity brony seems to think).

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