Future

by Rated Ponystar


Part 5

After Discord... left the building, as he would put it, I told the doctor to keep his death a secret until after New Years as per his request. Of course, it would somehow leak out one way or another, but hopefully people would dismiss it as a troll just trying to ruin people’s Christmas. When I was done talking and making arrangements, Rebecca held me tight as I let myself cry on her shoulders for a long time. I lost another friend. I was the last one now.

Twilight was gone. Discord was gone. My friends were gone. Everyone from Ponyville was gone. I even, for a split second, wished Celestia was even here to cuddle me like she did when I was a baby. I would forgive her for one single moment if it meant someone I once cared about was around to comfort me.

Then I remembered I had someone I cared about. She was holding me right now. Letting me unleash my grief upon her shirt. I thought about what Discord had said about regrets, and how we were so alike. Him for his love for Fluttershy, and me with my love for Rebecca. In that moment, where we held each other, I realized that I didn’t give a damn about the reasons we couldn’t be together. I just wanted us to be together.

After signing some paperwork that seemed like a blur to me, I found myself walking down the street with Rebecca guiding me. I didn’t know where and it didn’t matter. It all seemed colder no matter how much fire I let burned within me. Eventually, we made it to a medium sized house with a front yard and nice Jaguar car by the front pavement. It soon occurred to me that this wasn’t my house, but Rebecca’s. I soon blushed, but did my best to hide it. I had never been in her house before. That seemed a bit too personal to do.

“You coming in?” asked Rebecca as she opened the door. I nodded and soon entered my crush’s house. Naturally, it had an artist's touch to fit. Paintings and sculptures were nearly everywhere, making me feel like I was back in her gallery. The furniture she had was very New Age with interesting designs, but there was at least a simple nice couch you could relax on. I sat down, mindful of my tail, while Rebecca left to get us some refreshments.

I closed my eyes and let the events of the day flow through my mind. What started with a simple meeting between two friends resulted in me losing a friend and thinking about my future. Was I really trying to make myself unhappy on purpose? Did I really think I didn’t deserve it after all the suffering my friends went though? Applejack lost her farm, her family, and died a traitor and disgraced. Rainbow Dash lost her team, her honor, and also died a traitor. Heck, their graves were vandalized a few times. Rarity lost her husband, child, and died along with her sister from a bomb. Pinkie Pie went through... unpleasant changes due to the war and died trying to save the Cakes. Luna was gunned down and Celestia... well, she got what she deserved. Cadence and Flurry Heart were nuked to death, but at least that was instant. Shining Armor was taken down by a sniper. And Twilight... she went through so much trying to redeem Equestria... she went through so much pain.

I thought back to when I was cleaning her room when she went to visit Fluttershy for the first time since she left us to side with humanity. I found a suicide note addressed to me, written in case Fluttershy had rejected her. Honestly, if Twilight ended her life around that time I would have done the same. Because she was all I had left until we reunited with Fluttershy and her children. It gave me some hope and reason to live.

But that’s just the easy route isn’t it? Wishing for death? Does it change the fact that I suffered? Did it change the fact that I was the last dragon? Did it change the fact that I was still so young and could learn to live again?

Yet when I think about my students, my friends, Rebecca... am I really right to reject their efforts to make me happy? Am I not disrespecting their friendship by thinking like this? Was Discord right?

Opening my eyes, I looked down and saw something that caught my eyes. It was something I saw a lot these days with “Conversion” being the latest fad. I picked up a flyer indicating details of how the process is done and what effects it could do to you. It brought up painful memories of the first time I saw it in action all those years ago. I wondered if I had said something back then, maybe we wouldn’t have that war.

I opened it up, reading about the races you could become thanks to Discord’s blood. My eyes widened when I saw the new option for dragons circled in a red marker. My mind went blank for a moment before I realized why Rebecca had done this.

“Oh!” I heard her say as I looked up, spotting her embarrassed face as she held two mugs of hot cocoa. “You... found that.”

“Yeah,” I answered.

There was a moment of silence between us before Rebecca sighed and put the mugs on a table. “I’ve been thinking about it...”

“Why?” I asked, getting up and moving closer to her.

She gazed into my eyes and took off her glasses. “Because... maybe... you and I... you would...”

“No,” I replied. Seeing her eyes lowered, I realized my mistake and lifted her chin up. “I meant I don’t want you to become a dragon.”

“But... if I was... then we...”

“Who says we can’t?” I whispered before doing what I should have done a long time ago.

I kissed her.

In an instant, a spark went through us as our lips touched. I felt all doubt washed away as tasted the lips of the woman I loved. The human that I loved. She was surprised at first, but then she held my waist and kissed back. Our eyes closed as our bodies touched chest to chest. I was almost smiling and I swear I could hear Discord in the back of my mind cheering me on. It was different than kissing Rarity... this felt right. This felt like it was meant to happen.

“I want you to be human. I love you because you are human,” I replied, looking into her eyes. “Everything about you. Your looks, your personality, your art, your passion. It’s all because you are human... and I want you to be you and nothing else.”

“Spike...” whispered Rebecca, shedding a tear.

“I don’t know if this will work out. Hell, I’m scared that I’ll hurt you or I’ll get hurt in the future... but you know what?” I smiled, thanking my old friend for putting me straight. “I’d rather love you and feel pain years from now then regret never loving you at all.”

She pounced on me, pushing me onto the couch as I continued to make out with her. The hot cocoa was long forgotten as we found something else to satisfy ourselves. Something hotter. She took off my clothes. I took of hers.

She screamed my name.

I roared hers.

Pretty sure I burned her walls too, but she didn’t mind.

When all was said and done, we laid together on the couch as one. Holding each other, naked but warm. Drifting off to sleep I realized that for the first time in such a long time, I was really happy.

And the future was looking bright.