//------------------------------// // Episode 13: Age of Ages // Story: My Brave Pony Starfleet Magic: Season VI // by DakariKingMykan //------------------------------// EPISODE THIRTEEN Dyno and Myte were busy in their mine, having struck a whole new mother-load of precious metals and jewelry, and Rarity and Spike were there helping, as Rarity had requested to get a new hoard of diamonds and jewels she needed to make great new clothes with at her shop. “I never thought I’d see the day when you would get this dirty.” Dyno said to Rarity, noting how dusty and filthy she looked from the digging. “Well, one cannot expect the gems will dig themselves up.” said Rarity “That… and it will be good to help me brush up on a little strength training for future fights.” She gazed at a large boulder and narrowed her eyes at it, spat into her hands. Then she leapt up high hollering loudly as she came crashing down on the boulder and gave a huge jab with her fist, breaking the rock into a mound of pebbles and spilling more jewels out in another pile. “Ho…! Be still my heart.” Spike said. His wife smirked at him, but then she gasped, “Oh… I’ve broken three nails.” she whined. The men sighed, “Some things just don’t change.” Myte grumbled as he leaned against a post, which snapped almost instantly, “Uh, oh…!” At once, the area began to quiver as small rocks began to fall. “Avalanche!” cried Spike. “Vamos…! Run!” shouted Dyno, and the friends all dashed out of the way just as a mountain of rocks came falling down, burying the mountain of jewels with it, but the rest of the mine was okay. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but the jewels were all buried deep under that mountain of rocks and rubble. “Oh, no!” cried Spike “All those jewels, they were so delicious too I could practically taste them!” A typical dragon reaction! “Thank goodness everyone is alright.” said Rarity, and the twins examined the broken post and found it was rotted right through. “We had clearly told the crew to fix it!” sneered Dyno. “Si, the whole mine could cave in with dangers like this!” added Myte. Rarity and spike were non-too-pleased either.  The friends left the mine, as the twins had to talk with their mining crews. “Sorry, we couldn’t get you the jewels today, Rarity.” said Dyno. Myte nodded and added “It’s gonna take us a bit to support the section and then clean out that cave-in.” “The important thing is that we are safe.” said Rarity “Although this does put my own projects on hold for a while.” Spike put his hand on his wife’s shoulder “It’ll be okay, hon… come on, I’ll take you to dinner.” His wife smiled, and the twins loved seeing the couple so happy. Soon, Spike and Rarity had arrived at one of their favorite restaurants in New Ponyville, and spike was as gentlemanly as always; pulling the seat out for Rarity, making sure it and the utensils were clean, and when Rarity’s water glass had specks in it from a pour dishwashing, Spike practically demanded they bring his wife a clean glass. “Spike, I do appreciate your… desire… to help me, but really you needn’t go to this much trouble.” “Hey, nothing’s too good for my wife.” Spike said, and Rarity smiled at him. After dinner, they place was having a small dance night; formal dancing of course. “Shall we, milady?” Spike asked while tenderly extending his hand. Rarity acted bashful as she accepted, and they went over to the dance floor. It was a good thing Rarity taught Spike how to dance, because he used to be so bad at it. He would step on her feet, his tail would hit the other dancers, or he would fall over Rarity and she’d fall over the next set of dancers creating a domino effect. As they danced, Spike couldn’t help but overhear several other couples talking. “Promise me one thing. We grew up together… let’s grow old together.” “That’s a promise.” Another dancing couple were two very elderly ponies doing a slow waltz. “I haven’t felt this way in fifty years, or was it sixty?” “I don’t know, but let’s enjoy what time we have left.” Even a third couple-- the male seemed to be at least two decades older than his much younger wife. “You sure you didn’t marry me because of my money?” “Oh, don’t be silly. I love you, even if you were four times my age.” Spike and Rarity enjoyed seeing how happy all the other couples were, not even minding that they were the only pony and dragon couple there; then again, they and their marriage was well renowned over the entire planet. …but the fame meant little to them, and they just focussed on their own lives. Rarity rested her head on Spike’s shoulder, and he held her close and they enjoyed the soft moments. That night, they settled into their bed-- which was actually made of two separate beds with different firmness of cushion and their own set of covers-- and they bid each other a warm goodnight. Before turning out the light and falling asleep. Later that night, Spike had a terrible dream…! He woke up one morning, and the morning sun shone through the window. He stretched out and yawned. Then he reached over saying, “Good morning, Rarity.” Then she turned to face him, and he gasped softly. She looked so old, wrinkled, and pale, her purple mane and tale were now white as she was, and her voice was different as well. “Who said that?” she asked as she felt around “I’ll my glasses first.” She put her glasses on and took a good look at him, “Oh, Spikey… I remember. We’ve been married about seventy years now.” Spike’s blood churned “Say what?! Seventy years?” “That’s right… or what is eighty years?” Spike practically jumped out of bed, and grabbed the calendar looking at it, and indeed the date showed it was at least seventy years later. “What’s going on?” he thought to himself “How could all that time have passed so quickly? Rarity’s grown so… old… and gray, and I’ve hardly changed.” Spike knew that dragons had a much longer lifespan than most creatures; able to live for hundreds of years, or even thousands, but normal ponies like Rarity weren’t like that at all. This was the one unfortunate thing he hadn’t contemplated on since marrying her. “Um… Rarity…?” he asked to her. No Response! “Rarity…?” No Response! He moved in closer, and noticed she wasn’t moving. She didn’t blink her eyes once. He moved in closer still and found she wasn’t even breathing. He frightfully put his ear against her chest but couldn’t hear her heart-beating. “Rarity! RARITY…!!” In a strange twist, he found himself at Rarity’s funeral. All the other ponies were there, and they too had grown very old and feeble. Their royal majesties were there, but being Deity Alicorns and unaffected by aging, they looked the same as always, but Spike, he felt his heart breaking to pieces knowing that his wife was dead. “How… why?!” he sobbed. “It was just her time, sonny.” said an elderly Lightning. “Look at the brightside…” said an elderly Starla “You’re single again, and very young. You may as well find yourself somebody new.” The more Spike heard this, the more he found himself spinning all around. The next thing he saw, Carousel boutique was sold and being demolished, as the place was owned by Rarity, but now she was gone and had forgotten to leave a will, leaving Spike with no home, no spouse, and hardly any options of what to do next. “NO!! NO…!! I DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE!!” He woke up in a frightful gasp. Rarity woke up when she heard him, “Spike! What is it?” Spike was ever so relieved that it was all just a dream and that Rarity was young and beautiful as ever, despite wearing her bed curlers. “Did you have a bad dream?” Rarity asked. Her husband felt those nerves getting at him again, and he had to ask, “Rarity?” “Yes…?” He tried to find the right words, but he couldn’t, and his head was spinning with concern, worry, but eventually he wore himself out and fell right back to sleep, much to Rarity confusion. Whatever dream he had was obviously an unpleasant one, but she decided to let go of whatever it was, and turned to go back to sleep. The next morning when Spike woke up he found Rarity still sleeping peacefully next to him. He could see the calendar from where he was due to his great dragon sight, and it was simply just the next day of the same week of the same month and year. He was relieved to see that, but that nightmare he had was a real eye-opener to him as he gazed down at his wife. Of course there was nothing he could really do about the whole aging and lifespan thing, at least none that he knew of, and in his silent panicking he decided as he thought to himself, “I’m going to make every moment I have last as long as it will with you, Rarity.” When Rarity woke up, she stretched out, and the first thing she saw was Spike still in bed with her. “Good morning.” she said warmly to him. “Good morning, my love.”  They shared a soft kiss, and Rarity got up to go and open the window letting the fresh morning breeze in. To Spike, she was like a goddess bathing in the sunlight. Then, Rarity headed off for the bathroom for her morning routine and beatifications, which usually took half an hour. Of course, Spike couldn’t really go in with her, but he did wait right outside the door, staying as close to her as he could. When she came out, she was dressed in her bathrobe and looked as beautiful as she always did, but was shocked to see Spike standing outside the door. “Spike, why didn’t you just use the downstairs bathroom?” she asked. “Um…I uh…” That’s when his stomach growled softly, and Rarity’s too. “Ooh… Breakfast time.” she said as she toddled off to the kitchen. All through breakfast things were quiet, and Spike helped Rarity with the dishes of course. “Thanks for helping me…” she cooed as she tickled his chin. Spike felt very relieved, and was starting to forget his worrying, and all the rest of that day he followed Rarity everywhere, keeping her well within his sights. On their patrol rounds, shopping in the market, during lunch, doing chores around the house and helping Rarity with her sewing, making dinner and doing the dishes again. It really had been a nice day. “You were certainly helpful today, Spike.” Her husband smiled, “I’d… do anything for you Rarity. Even grow old for you.” She looked confused. That seemed a very unusual thing to say, but she kissed him goodnight, and they both went to sleep. The next day, however, Spike just wouldn’t seem to let Rarity have so much as five minutes all alone…! When she asked Spike to take out the trash, “Can we do it together?” he almost sounded rather insistent. When Rarity was simply reading a magazine on the sofa, he was there. “Don’t you have anything else to do?” “No, not really… I just want to be with you.” As flattered as she felt, Rarity began to sense something strange in Spike, which only got worse as the day continued. He constantly followed her around, stayed outside the bathroom when she went in. When she did the dishes alone, he stayed in the kitchen and kept his eyes on her every second. “Um, Spike, darling… although I enjoy all this attention…” she said to him, trying to pick her words carefully, “But… well… I… I don’t think we have to do absolutely everything together. I wouldn’t mind a little privacy to myself.” Spike wasn’t sure how to take it. He understood it, but it sent a small shiver up his spine as he was reminded of his nightmare. He even saw Rarity seem to age before his eyes. “What’s the matter?” Rarity asked, but her voice seemed to have aged to him as well. He snapped himself out of his trance and saw she was young again… or rather never changed at all. In an act of panic, he suddenly clung to her almost like a child not wanting to let their parent go.  “Spike! What are you doing?” “I can’t lose you! I won’t lose you!” he cried. This began to frighten Rarity. She had never seen him act like this before.  She wretched away and began backing away from him like he was some kind of freak. “Spike, please… stop this! Whatever is wrong with you?” “Rarity…! RARITY…!!” Rarity couldn’t help but scream as if she were looking at a zombie and ran out of the house like a speeding comet. Poor Spike finally realized, “What am I doing?! Rarity…!” He had to find her and explain himself. So he dashed out the door, but instead of finding Rarity, he saw someone rather unusual. An elderly humanoid-like alien, with pale pink skin, pointy ears, white hair, and wearing a rather ragged robe. She took one look at Spike and smirked wickedly, and she pulled out a kind of ray gun and blasted him before he could do anything. Rarity had dashed to Lightning and Starla’s place, and told them everything. “And he kept on saying that he didn’t want to lose me. He’s been acting strange since yesterday.” Lightning and Starla were concerned about this. “Well, he could be concerned about you being killed in action…” said Lightning “But then again, he knows you’re capable of taking care of yourself.” “Well it has to be something serious.” suggested Starla “Have you asked him what it is?” Rarity opened her mouth to speak, but realized “I did ask him, but he never actually answered me. It was almost as if he were too upset to even try.” Lightning had heard enough and decided they go and confront him about this, not just for Rarity’s and Spike’s sake. “Starfleet Code: Seven Dash-Thirteen Mark 4: All Starfleet member must be sound both physically and mentally… we can’t let Spike over develop whatever’s bothering him, or it may affect his fighting stamina.” Rarity dreaded at such a thought, but agreed to confront her husband. He really needed help with whatever troubled him… but the second the friends were about to head through the door, someone knocked ever so softly. Lightning opened the door and he gasped; “Galloping Galaxies! Spike…?” It was him, and he looked so old, frail and could barely stand up. His scaled were all dried and shedding, his face was droopy and wrinkled, all his colors were very pale, and his voice was very raspy and soft, “…He… Help… M…E-E-E!” Rarity gasped at the sight of him, and she fainted. “Oh, my…!” Starla cried a she scooped Rarity up, and Spike collapsed into Lightning’s arms. Soon, Spike was lying down on the sofa, and Starla helped Rarity come to her senses, but the poor dear was on the verge of tears at the sight of Spike in his condition. “Oh, Spike…” she sobbed “Whatever happened to you?” “Eh…?” said Spike “You’ll have to speak up… my hearing isn’t quite what it used to be.”  Hearing this made Rarity burst into tears, all which landed on his face.  “Hey, is it raining…?”  Starla excused herself from the two and joined Lightning at the computer. “Well…?” she asked. “There’s no doubt about it. He’s aged hundreds, maybe thousands of years.” Starla gazed back at Spike, “I knew dragons aged differently, but this can’t be anything natural. Something must’ve happened to him.” “That’s exactly what I intend to find out.” said Lightning, but he soon found Spike was found to be far too feeble and incoherent in his condition to be of any help. “Spike, what… happened… to you?” Lightning asked for the umpteenth time, but poor Spike responded “Eh…? How do you do…? How do you do what?” “Ugh! It’s no use.” Lightning said “We’re not going to get much from him.” Starla agreed, and both she and Lightning looked very worried, and Rarity felt the same-- fearing that if something wasn’t done quickly, then Spike would probably die of old age. “Oh, Spike…!” cried Rarity “If anything happens to you, I don’t know what I’ll do.” “You’ll throw into the blue?” Spike asked, misinterpreting what she said again. Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door. Lightning answered it, and saw many pony couples standing together all begging him for help, and he could see why. Several of the ponies were all in the same condition Spike was, even little children; all looked so old and frail. “Quiet… QUIET, PLEASE!!” Lightning shouted. Then he spoke calmly, “Please… tell me what happened?” It turned out that each and every pony had the same story to tell... “This stranger just came out of nowhere…” “She pointed this strange gun at us…” “My husband/wife/son/daughter got hit and…!” Lightning thought this was starting to sound like something he had read about before. He ran inside, grabbed a book of many villains from Starfleet’s past and found a page he was looking for. He showed the citizens the page and asked, “This stranger, did she look like this?” The ciztens looked at the picture of the stranger, but old and frail. “Yes, that’s her…” “Only, she looked much younger when we saw her.” Lightning had heard enough, and told everyone to quickly return to their homes, declaring an emergency red-alert in all of New-Ponyville. He even sounded the alarm to alert everyone else in the entire town to get to their homes quickly. Lightning then explained to Starla and Rarity what was going on; about the stranger. “Her name is Affra, and she was imprisoned over eight-hundred years ago.” “Eight-hundred?!” cried Rarity “She must be an extremely long-lived creature.” “Not really…” said Lightning, and he showed the girls a page of Affra when she was younger, and very beautiful. “In her youth, Affra was a very charming creature, but only on the outside. She was as mad as you can possibly be, and rather shallow. Her biggest fear was growing old and losing her stunning beauty. So she struggled to find the secrets of eternal youth, which lead to the creation of her weapon; The Youthinizer… one blast from it and it steals the youthfulness from whomever it hits which she then transfers to herself, leaving her victims withered and frail.” The girls felt so repulsed and angered. “That is just… sick!” snarled Starla. “So, she did this to my Spikey Wikey…?!” Rarity said “Please tell me there’s a way to reverse this…?” “There is…” said Lightning “When Affra was captured; her youthinzer was confiscated and used in reverse to return stolen youth to the most recent victims. Unfortunately, the many she had stolen youth from in the past had already passed away as a result of her actions. So, she merely kept the youth and rode it out while imprisoned all those centuries. It was hoped she would get over this fear of aging. Obviously… she hasn’t.” Now the girls were worried, “So if we don’t get that weapon back and restore Spike’s youth…” said Starla…  “He’ll… die!” cried Rarity, and she felt like fainting again.  “Apple Pie?” asked Spike “I’m afraid my teeth don’t do sweets so well.” Rarity volunteered to stay and look after him, while Lightning and Starla decided to track down Affra, and from the looks of Spike’s condition, he wouldn’t have too long to live as well as all the other ponies that got zapped. “Let’s go!” shouted Lightning, and he and Starla dashed out the door and flew off, leaving Rarity on her own to gaze grimly down at Spike. “Spike, please, you must be strong. I cannot bear the thought of losing you.” “Blue suede shoe?” said Spike “Oh, didn’t know you liked rock music.” Rarity shook her head in dismay. “Makes me remember the time I was afraid of my wife growing old and leaving me without her. I was so scared, why I just clung to her like a piece of lint to a sweater.” Hearing this, Rarity finally realized what was bothering Spike, and now finally realizing the horrible facts, she herself now felt more disturbed than ever. Lightning and Starla, transformed, soared over New Ponyville and used their visors to scout around for alien readings. “Affra’s got to be around here somewhere.” said Lightning. Starla’s visor began to detect abnormal activity. “I’ve got a lock!” The two flew away to the edge of town and could see powerful rays, obviously the youthinizer, shooting about. “Be careful…” Lightning cautioned “Whatever happens, don’t let those rays hit you.” His wife nodded. Though most of the ponies had evacuated safely indoors when the alarms sounded, several hadn’t made in time before the barriers rose. The Starfleet field officers attempted to escort them to a safe distance away from the danger area, but Affra saw this as a chance to steal more youth. As beautiful as she seemed in her youthful looks, she was very frightening after everyone had seen what she did to two ponies-- zapping them and turning them old. Now she was stepping towards a gaggle of ponies and officers intending to blast them as well. “It’ll be less painful if you hold still.” she hissed “At least your youth will be going to a better cause in keeping me beautiful.” The field officers stood bravely in front to protect the civilians, but they had no idea how to fight her if they got zapped by the youthinizer. They were just field officers anyway, they weren’t used to fighting monsters like Lightning and others were. “Now, who’s first?” asked Affra. “You are!” shouted Lightning as he and Starla dropped in. Lightning motioned for the field officers  to get the civilians and victims to a safer place while he and Starla dealt with Affra. “End of the line for you, you old bag!” sneered Starla. Affra felt most offended, “How dare you!” she growled “I may have lived over eight centuries, but I would not consider myself old! Especially since I have this!” she held up the youthinizer “With this, I shall preserve my youth and my glamorous beauty for ages to come!” She then fluttered her eyes, flicked her long hair; acting like she was in some fashion show. “Just look at me…” she said particularly at Lightning “Don’t you just melt at the sight of me?” Lightning, unmoved by her shallowness let her have it straight forward, “Actually, you make me sick!” Affra gasped in horror. “The fact that you steal other creatures’ youth and leaving them to die only makes you even worse!” snarled Lightning. “ACK!!” cried Affra “This can’t be! When I was only a-hundred year old, men swooned at the very sight of me!” Lightning and Starla both felt awkward seeing her act like this. “She’s even worse than when Rarity has her tantrums.” said Starla. Affra’s features hardened into sheer fury, “Well then, I guess I’ll have to show you better respect!” and she armed the gun and fired, but the ponies jumped out of the way. “We’ve got to get the youthinizer away from her!” Lightning hollered to Starla, and she called to him “Leave that to me!” and she got out her bow and aimed at Affra’s arm, “STARLIGHT ARROW!” The arrowed soared right at her, but Affra smirked and simply let it hit her, much to the ponies’ shock. “Are you surprised?” Affra teased “I always feared of things that would potentially damage my beautiful skin. So I strengthened myself to take the hits, even all those ages I spent locked up in my cell, I still continued to charge up my physical strength, which all withered away as I grew older, but now that I have my youth back, I’m as strong as I am beautiful!” After pocketing her gun within her robe, she leapt up high so swiftly and punched Lightning hard in the face, and sent him crashing into Starla. The two fell towards the ground but landed on their feet. “Let’s get her!” shouted Lightning, and he and Starla rushed into combat, two against one. Throwing their punches and kicks furiously, but Affra was a lot swifter than they thought with all that youth in her as she dodged their attacks, and gave one flick of her long hair actually batting them both across the ground. Affra laughed at the two and remarked “What’s wrong, getting old?” “Okay, I’m really starting to lose it here!” Starla growled, and she thought of trying her finisher move, but Lightning cautioned her, “No, don’t! You might damage the youthinizer! Then we’ll never be able to save Spike.” “Oh…!” groaned Starla. Affra found this amusing, “Well, aren’t you in a tough spot… but I’m not!” and she lunged forth, and the two ponies dodged again, but that’s when Affra pulled a fast one, and got out her gun and pointed it straight at Lightning. “Lightning, Look out!” screamed Starla, but the blast already fired and was heading straight for him, but just as it seemed it was going to hit him… “…BOOM-BOOM FIREBALLS!!” A barrage of fireballs came in and intercepted the rays, allowing the Spanish Twins to come in and get Lightning out of harm’s way. “Mind if we drop in?” they asked together “Good timing, guys.” said Lightning. Starla was ever so relieved, but Affra was annoyed. “You got lucky there, but you youngins are only prolonging the inevitable.” “Yeah, kinda like how you are!” scoffed Starla. Affra growled, and the four ponies glared her down. “We can’t get at her… not like this.” Lightning said “As long as she’s got the youthinzier we can’t even try a huge attack.” “Unless…” Starla said softly “…Unless there’s a way we can get her to zap her own self with it.” “Leave that to us.” said Dyno. “Si, we got an idea.” added Myte, as he patted at his pocket and his brother patted at his own pocket. “It’s been fun, but I’m not getting any younger here!” Affra sneered, and she lunged forth to attack them again, and the ponies all scattered. Lightning went for the gun, but Affra bashed away. Then Starla tried for it, and got kicked hard, Dyno tried, and got thrown hard into Myte… the twins were down. “Well now…” said Affra “Since you’re both down I may as well hit you two first.” She approached the twins and pointed her gun at them, “Say goodbye…” But right at the last second, the twins pulled out two large diamonds from their pockets--which they had dug up earlier that day and kept in their pockets when the alarms sounded-- and tossed them in the way of the blast. The rays hit the diamonds and got reflected right back at Affra… she screamed as the shot hit her, stripping her of all the youth she had stolen and reverting to her natural elderly state. The gun went soaring in the air when she threw after getting hit, but Starla leapt up high and caught it. “I got it!” “Good job, honey!” said Lightning. Affra was horrified as she gazed down at her pale hands, and felt her dried and withering skin. “No! Not again! I logned to be so beautiful” she groaned “…I’m getting too old for this!” and suddenly, she just collapsed. Lightning walked over and scanned her with his visor, “…She’s dead; natural causes.” Everyone fell silent and somewhat horrified, but it there wasn’t really anything they could do. “Pitiful creature…” Starla said softly “I really sorry for her. She just couldn’t accept the natural; things in life.” Lightning stood tall and saluted, then Starla saluted, and so did the twins. They turned over Affra’s body the hospital morgue, and the officials would take care of things and give her a proper burial. Meanwhile, with the youthinizer in hand, the team used it to restore all the stolen youth to all the victims. Soon, all the ponies were back to their proper age and strength. Finally, Spike’s youth was saved for last since he had a lot of youth to be returned to him. Centuries of precious dragon youth! Spike softly began to awaken, and he felt a little groggy, “What… what happened?” he groaned. “Spike, are you alright?” cried Rarity. “Yeah, I think so. Oh, wait… I remember what happened… I got attacked, and I felt like I was hundreds of years old, and I couldn’t hear well.” Rarity practically jumped on him, throwing her arms round his neck and wept, “Oh, Spike… I was so worried; I thought you wouldn’t make it!” “Rarity…” Spike peeped, and then he held his wife tightly. The others all thought it so beautiful… “Spike, I know now…” Rarity said “I know why you’ve been so clingy to me.” “Clingy…?” Spike asked, but then he suddenly remembered his nightmare and his attitude, “Oh… that…!” He finally came clean to the others of his issues of his and Rarity’s lifespans. “Oh, my…!” said Lightning, “When you guys got hitched, in all the excitement, we never once thought of that.” They knew just as well that dragons had a much longer life span than ponies did, so while Rarity could live with Spike for the rest of her life… that would leave Spike with centuries ahead of him. …All that assuming they didn’t get killed in action while in the service. Now that Rarity understood Spike’s worry, it made her feel just as uncomfortable as he did. “What about the youthinizer…?” suggested Rarity “I could use it to keep young and well and… Oh, what am I saying? That’s more than out of the question.” The others agreed. “The youthininzer’s already been destroyed anyway.” said Dyno, and Myte added “Starfleet code says, any weapon as dangerous as that must be destroyed at once. If anyone else got hold of it and abused it…!” He didn’t have to say much more, Rarity and Spike agreed it was for the best, not to mention stealing other people’s youth was just plain wrong! Still, it didn’t solve their dilemma, and even the others had no idea how to tackle this situation. That night, Spike and Rarity were at home and in bed, but they were both wide awake, still worrying about their problem. “I’m sorry for the way I acted, Rarity.” “I know why you did, and believe me, Spike, I almost feel the same way.”  “I guess… we don’t really need to worry about it right now.” Rarity said “I mean… we do have lots and lots of time, before…well… you get the idea.” “Whatever happens… one thing won’t change, Rarity.” Spike said to her, and then he turned and gazed deeply into her eyes “…I’ll always love you, and no one else can take that.” Rarity smiled lovingly at him, and they turned out the lights, slipped under the covers and… …It was a pretty unforgettable night. (Promo) In our next episode: As the case on Pony Mykan Stevens continues, Buddy Rose is still stressed out by what happened to DD that he begins to lose focus on his lifestyle. So Tree Hugger decides to help him find inner peace, or is this just another attempt for her to get closer to him? Don’t miss the next exciting episode of “Starfleet Magic!” (Next Episode: “The Buds and the Trees”)