Ssssooooo………I wanna try this thing. Now bear with me:

There is high ratio of females to every male in Ponyville right? Right.

And which male character is most often thought of when you think “the guy sweetheart”?

It’s Spike right? Well most of us probably think that. Others might think Big Macintosh or Braeburn, but we’ll get to that.

I wanted to show some appreciation to everyone’s favorite “nice guy” in the fandom by getting him some action with a few of the Elements of Harmony.

So far I’m planning one with Rarity, Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, and probably Applejack too. I would have included Rainbow, but I just can’t see it happening in my head. Not with Spike at least.

The goal here is write a believable, fluffy short story without changing Spike’s age from the show.

This is the Sparity fic by the way.

Okeedoke, 3….2…1….GO!

Rain beat down fiercely outside the boutique, the glass windows bravely holding against sheets of water flung from the darkened skies. Tonight was, perhaps, frightening to the residents of Ponyville. Perhaps frightening to the creatures of the Everfree Forest as well. However the owner of Carousel Boutique was in a much different world than the one currently in motion outside the walls of her home.

Yes, one could say Rarity had much too large a load on her mind to pay attention to the power and beauty of the Pegasus ponies latest work. If one was so bold as to address such a pretty mare in such a way, he or she might say that the fashionista looked quite troubled at the moment. Thankfully, the sleeping dragon curled up at her side had missed this completely.

Rarity reached for her coffee mug, slowly as to not disturb her sleeping companion, and slid it across her plush carpet into a safe reaching distance. Staring down into the contents of the mug, she noted that the dark liquid inside looked a bit low. Turning her head back towards her kitchen she focused her magic on the object she knew was inside. Sure enough a blue glow penetrated the darkness, happily floating a teapot towards its owner and her small sleeping friend. The teapot tipped its contents slowly into the mare’s mug, the warm liquid making a light splashing sound as it filled to the fashionista’s liking. It’s job now done, the happy glowing teapot floated back to the kitchen and Rarity, taking a sip of her drink, turned her eyes back to crackling fireplace.

“Oh Spikey-Wikey, whatever am I going to do?” she thought as said dragon let out a small sigh in his sleep.

“What would I say to you?” she thought, “What would I say to the others?”

Looking down as she swallowed, Rarity watched the rise and fall of the dragon’s stomach. Some part of the mare’s troubled mind had convinced her in that moment that the baby dragon could hear her thoughts. Silly of course, but the recent events were more than likely to lead to much more silliness on her part.

Twilight had left for Canterlot, invited to help her brother and new Sister-in-law move into their luxurious new home. Apparently being a Royal Guard captain paid well, as did being the princess of……..something. So Shining Armor arranged for a private Pegasus-drawn coach to pick up Twilight from her home. Now apparently, Shining Armor had never truly had much contact with his sister’s assistant, Spike the dragon. Twilight was always quick to assure that Shining Armor was quite friendly with Spike, the two just didn’t know each other well enough for them to bond. So it came to no surprise that the day before the studious mare left, Rarity found her knocking on the door of her Boutique.

“Twilight dear, this is a store by day, there really is no need to knock,” Rarity said as she answered, motioning for Twilight to come in.

Twilight offered a sheepish smile and accepted the gesture, neatly wiping her hooves on the welcome mat.

“Well I’m not exactly here for business today,” Twilight said as she rubbed at the back of her neck, “but I’d be more than happy to pay you nonetheless.”

“I’m listening dear, please come into the kitchen will you?” Rarity sent a wave of magic to her kitchen, teacups springing to life and dancing around a tea kettle that was being heated. “It would be very unlady-like to not offer you a refreshment now wouldn’t it?”

As Twilight settled into a chair at the dining room table, Rarity’s teaset kindly provided her drink. The said fashionista busied herself in the cupboard, pulling out a bag of sugar.

“Now dear, what exactly did you want to talk about?” Rarity asked as she wordlessly offered Twilight sugar for her tea, which she accepted and stirred into her drink with a spoon.

“Well I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind watching Spike for a few days.”

Rarity levitated the sugar back to its place in the cupboard and sat down across from Twilight. “You needn’t even of asked dear, that little gentlecolt is always welcome in my home.”

Twilight let out a sigh of relief and took a small sip of her tea, pausing to swallow before she continued “You have no idea how grateful I am, this takes so much work off my back.”

Rarity cocked her head to side, confusion lacing her words. “Would it have been difficult to find a babysitter for Spike had I not been available?”

“Well yes and no,” Twilight paused as Rarity took one of her hooves and levitated a file from her vanity set in the back of the store. The fashionista grinned and nodded for her friend to continue.

“Uh...Thanks, I suppose I’ve been a little overdue for a hooficure. Anyway, like I was saying, yes and no.” Twilight took another sip from her teacup before she continued.

“See, Spike has never really slept over at anybody’s house before. Unless he was with me of course.” Twilight grinned and continued with “But let’s face it, I don’t do that sort of thing too often.”

“And I’m sure Fluttershy or Applejack would have been more than happy to keep an eye on Spike for me. It’s just that if he needs something in particular from the library, Fluttershy’s cottage and Applejack’s farm are on the other side of Ponyville. And well….” Twilight trailed off and splayed her free hoof across the dining room. “Your house is only a hop and a skip from mine. Spike could grab whatever he needed and be back in minutes.”

Rarity nodded in agreement as she gently blew on Twilights freshly filed hoof, “I’m sure he’ll find that all his needs will be met here dear.”

“Well there is one other reason I asked you…” Twilight cast a worried look as she offered Rarity her other hoof. “You see, I don’t know if Spike is the type to get homesick or not. The fact that your house is so close to mine would probably put him at ease, but he also seems to like you the most out of all our friends.”

Rarity giggled as she busied herself with the other hoof. “Yes I must say, I’m quite fond of the little dear as well.”

“Well you see why you’d be my first choice then. Spike loves hanging out with you so much that I’m sure he won’t even notice that I’ve left.”

Rarity smiled and paused to take a sip of her tea, before continuing on with Twilight’s hoof. “I suppose I’ll take the day off tomorrow then, what time should I expect my handsome little dragon?”

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll be heading up to Canterlot to help Shining Armor with a permanent shielding spell for that new house he got with Cadence.” Twilight flicked a stray hair from her eyes with a huff. “I swear that colt gets more paranoid by the day. I keep telling him that the changeling attack at his wedding wasn’t a personal attack on him, changelings will feed on ANYONE’S feelings!” She waved her hoof for effect before she settled it underneath her chin with a scowl. “But does he listen? Nope.”

“Well you know how those military types are dear, nothing is too extreme whenever safety is involved.” Rarity gave one final blow on Twilights hoof before she set her file down. “There we go, all done.”

Twilight leaned back in her chair and lifted he hooves before her eyes.

“Hey, not bad Rarity. You’re pretty talented with that file.”

Rarity swallowed her last bit of tea before setting the teacup back neatly in its saucer. “But of course,” she said with a small grin.

Rarity awoke to the strange sensation of soft flesh pushing against her face. In a panic, she managed to shove the offender away from her face, earning a high-pitched yowl and a thump for her efforts. The mare kicked off her blankets and slid off her night mask, realizing who she had just thrown across the room. She blinked her eyes a bit to adjust them to the light pouring from between her curtains, rubbing the sleep from one with the edge of her hoof.

“Oh I am dreadfully sorry Opal dear, you mustn’t scare mama like that.”

The white kitten huffily stood herself back up, offering Rarity a low growl as she nodded her head at the grandfather clock in the corner.

“Oh yes! Twilight should be bringing little Spikey-Whikey in the next hour or so!”

Rarity jumped from her bed and gave a long stretch to her legs, feeling a pleasant pop in the joints as she did so. Sighing contently, the mare walked to her vanity table across the room and sat down to view the damage. Disheveled mane, check. No makeup, check. Fur sticking up in odd places, check.

Apparently, a good nights sleep came at a high price indeed.

Still, it was nothing the fashionista wasn’t prepared for. Clicking on the lights set into the panel underneath her mirror, Rarity set to work on what was to be the most important task of the day. Getting her mane just right.

A knock at the door was what finally pulled Rarity from her mirrors that morning. The mare shouted out “Coming” in the best sing-song voice she could muster. In truth she was actually a bit nervous, half an hour was simply not enough time for her to get spruced up! Nontheless, a lady simply did not leave guests waiting at her door.

Carefully trotting down her stairs, Rarity bought more time by calling out a shaky “Just a minute!”. Dear Celestia, she had forgotten breakfast! That dear sweet dragon would no doubt be hungry, and gems alone simply would not do. Focusing her magic on the kitchen-

“CRAAASSSHHH”

Still flinching, Rarity peered behind her. She had forgotten that her makeup accessories and brushes had loyally (and magically) followed downstairs, only to be forgotten for breakfast items.

“Well good morning Rarity!” Twilight Sparkle beamed as Rarity eased open her front door, the store bell ringing softly for once.

“Yes, good morning dear. Do come in,” Rarity opened her door fully and stepped aside to let Twilight in.

“Don’t mind the mess dear, I had a bit of a magical mishap,” the fashionista gave her studious friend a nervous smile. “I’m still trying to get the hang of the new spell you showed me.”

The librarian unicorn had apparently missed the broken powder boxes and lipstick tubes entirely, giving Rarity a wide smile instead as she stepped across the threshold into the boutique.

“Oh Starswirl’s ‘Come to Life’ spell? The trick is to just let the objects do their jobs without paying any attention to the spell itself.” Twilight paused to let her eyes wander over the dresses on display, letting each design sink in before turning back to Rarity. “Princess Celestia once described it as making an inanimate object part of your own body, letting an object perform a duty without paying attention to it like it was organ inside your body.”

Rarity carefully levitated the mess into one big glowing heap, sending it floating back upstairs. “Yes, but I’m afraid that I had forgotten that I was doing magic at all before I noticed.”

“You’ll get it, it’s just one of those weird little spells that work in a way completely opposite of conventional magic.” Twilight finished her sentence just a she sat her saddlebags down on the floor. Rarity hadn’t even noticed she was carrying it, and it didn’t take long for her to figure out who the contents were for.

“Twilight dear, did Spike not come with you?”

Twilight’s head popped back out of the open flap of her saddleback with a book in your mouth. Setting said book down, she answered with “He’s just going over a checklist to make sure I didn’t forget anything.”

“Ah yes, well then…..” Rarity turned to walk into her kitchen, deciding not to question the librarian’s obsession with checklists. “Would you like some breakfast before you go dear?”

Twilight sat down the last of Spike’s books from her saddlebag as she responded.

“Afraid not, my brother send out his two best fliers to pick me up. And apparently there’s a pattern with good fliers: the better they are, the more impatient they are.”

Twilight let out a sigh and walked back toward the door before continuing on.

“But anyway Rarity, I need to go. Spike should be set for the three days I’ll be in Canterlot, but if he needs anything I left his house key on a chain in the left saddlebag.”

Twilight nearly made it back out of the boutique before she hesitantly turned back to Rarity. She bit her lip for a second before she said what she had intended.

“If something comes up, just get Spike to send the Princess a letter and I’ll come straight home. Ok?”

Rarity rested a hoof on Twilight’s shoulder as she led her through the door. “I assure you, Spike will be well taken care of. Now send him along, you don’t want to your ride getting impatient.”

Twilight smiled and nodded, trotting back out into Celestia’s morning sun.

The shop bell rang just as Rarity put the finishing touches on a batch of eggs she had cooked up. At the risk of another “accident”, she settled for just levitating the skillet off the burner. Wiping her hooves daintily on the towel hanging from her oven handle, she trotted out into the shop where a small purple dragon stood.

Upon seeing the beautiful unicorn, Spike cast his eyes to the ground and scratched at the back of his neck.

“I’m awful sorry about this Rarity,” he said, not taking his eyes off the ground. “I told Twilight I was old enough to take care of myself, and I’m sure you were busy and-“

“Oh nonsense dear!” Rarity cut in, waving a hoof as she trotted over to levitate Spike’s belongings. “I had free time anyway, and you know how I love your little visits!”

Spike raised a claw, about to say something else before Rarity beat him to it.

“And yes dear, I agree. You are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, but you know what Twilight is like when she’s worried.”

Spike lifted his head and met Rarity’s eyes. Instantly his guilt washed away, with excitement in its wake. He watched her levitate his books up the stairs and into some random room in her house before she turned back to the kitchen.

“Would you happen to be hungry dear?”

Spike followed the unicorn into her dining room, where she offered him a chair at the table.

“Well me and Twilight had breakfast earlier, I’ll be alright.”

Rarity turned and gave a fake pout, as plate of scrambled eggs floated into the room from behind her. Both watched as a blue cloud floated through the opposite door and rained down what looked like dyed hail onto the eggs on the plate.

“Oh woe is me, whatever shall I do with all these eggs and sapphires?”

Rarity put a sultry edge to the word, watching as it took the desired effect. The little dragon’s pupils widened as he blindly felt for the fork that had been left on the table for him.

“You know, now that you mention it, I could go for that!”

Rarity gave a toothy grin and turned back to the kitchen, leaving the dragon to his meal. She decided to give her new spell one more try as she focused her magic in her horn. No doubt, this latest spell Twilight taught her was a strange one. It took a lot of concentration to put it in gear, but once it began practically no concentration was needed besides keeping the magic flow light and steady from her horn. And of course, the effects were quite convenient.

In barely ten seconds, Rarity had the sponges dancing around the skillet in the sink. Soap bubbles blew lazily around the room as she busied herself with putting away the butter and pepper. It wasn’t long at all before the sponges were still again and Rarity was munching happily at an apple.

Spike just finished his last bite as his host walked back into the room.

“My my, someone had a large appetite today,” she said with a half-lidded gaze.

“Well I can’t help it when the food is so good,” Spike replied as he politely wiped his mouth with a folded napkin. “And besides, its nice having somebody cook for you for a change.”

Rarity giggled as she levitated Spike’s plate and utensils back to the kitchen. “Yes I suppose culinary arts isn’t exactly one of Twilight’s strong points.”

Spike hopped down from his chair, following the mare back out into the shop.

“So uh…,” Spike began, suddenly very interested in an “itch” on his left shoulder. “Is there any work I could help you with today?”

Rarity stopped and brought a hoof to her chin.

“Well not exactly dear, I did close until Monday. Bbbuuuttt…..”

Spike leaned forward on his toes, eager to please the unicorn (and keep himself from feeling like a burden).

“…..I suppose I could restock the gem supply,” Rarity turned back to Spike before continuing. “That is if you don’t mind digging them up for me?”

Spike snapped his body to attention and gave a firm salute and a confident smile.

“Yes ma’am!”

The next few hours weren’t exactly eventful, save for a few jokes and the occasional “jackpot” as Spike might call it. The setting sun found the two with a wagon full of vibrant jewels of every color, each piece almost vulgarly perfect in shape and size. All in all, a pretty nice haul.

The two chatted energetically all throughout the work, topics ranging from Rarity’s recent commissions to Twilight’s research presentations in Canterlot. The dialogue got especially juicy when Spike mentioned a colt that had been seen going to and from Sweet Apple Acres lately, but sure enough the conversation toned down as Celestia’s sun made way for Luna’s latest masterpiece. It was at this point that the little dragon felt a surge of bravery as he looked upon the setting sun; surely the atmosphere would be perfect to score some points with the mare of his dreams.

“Yunno Rarity…uhh…,” Spike nearly panicked, his courage wilting as her eyes met his.

“Yes dear?”

“Maybe, I mean if you aren’t busy,” Spike took a firmer grip on the wagon handle, desperately trying to find a way to make his words seem casual.

“Well erm…I did take off you know,” Rarity cocked her head to the side, seeing the dragon nearly trip as he pulled the wagon beside her.

“Oh hehe yeah, I mean of course you aren’t,” Spike rested a claw on the back of his neck, suddenly feeling very foolish. He decided to just drop the act.

“Look that came out wrong, I just don’t want this to sound creepy or anything,” Spike cast his eyes to the ground, kicking a stone as he walked.

“I just wanted to know, since you taking the time to watch me and all,” the dragon quickly looked at the mare, making sure that Rarity could see his intentions were honest. “if you wouldn’t mind letting me treat you to dinner?”

Spike’s valiant resolve finally gave way as he said these last words, breaking eye contact and subconsciously flinching away from the mare. Which was highly unnecessary, he found, as the mare pulled him into a deep hug.

“Oh Spikey-Wikey, what a gentlecolt you’re being today!” The adorableness proved itself much too strong for the fashionista to control herself. She nuzzled the little dragon affectionately as she released her grip from his shoulders.

“As sweet as that it dear, you don’t need to spend all your hard earned cash on me. Besides I was planning on taking us out to eat anyway.”

Spike felt his confidence return as he jogged a few steps to catch up with Rarity, who had continued walking.

“No really, I’ve got a lot saved up from my allowances. I was probably just gonna end up spending it on sweets anyway.”

Looking down and the seeing the excitement in the little dragon’s face, Rarity’s heart melted.

“Alright dear, how about this: when we get to the restaurant I’ll buy your plate and you buy mine,” Rarity gave Spike her most winning smile, “Sound good?”

“That sound great!” Rarity could have sworn the dragon did a backflip while she was turning back around, but upon looking back he was still dragging her wagon, albeit with a lot more energy than before.

*So whatya think so far? Not too shabby huh? Who are you kiddin? You probably set this to your watch list huh? You’re probably thinking, “wow this Leslichu must be damn good-looking to be this talented!” Well you’d be right, I’m delicious.

But anyway, this first chapter lacked a beta-reader which means there are probably a few grammar mistakes. It just so happens that I’m in the mood for making a few friends, and if you like the story and wanna be a beta-reader just message me. I’ll need about two, so if you’re interested be sure to act fast. It’s first come first serve since I wanna get another chapter out to you fine folks as soon as possible.