Chapter 1: Rejection of an Author
"Look Spike, just cause Rarity knows you have a crush on her doesn't mean she feels the same way!" Twilight groaned once more. Ever the optimist, the young dragon continued tending to the bouquet that Fluttershy had helped him gather earlier that day. The smile just wouldn't leave his face. Nothing could get him down, not even viewing the destruction he'd caused when he'd transformed into his raging vicious monstrous self and threatened everyones' lives (though that bit with the Wonderbolts had been fun. He didn't see why Rainbow Dash was so intent on joining them with all the stuff that she did without their company).
Either way though, today was the day. The day when everything would go his way. He could feel it. The flowers were ready, he had his bow on from when Owlowiscious had threatened his place in the household, and Twilight was complaining. Everything was perfect. "Spike, I'm just warning you one more time that Rarity might not-" "Think I'm stunning, blah blah blah," Spike mocked jokingly earning him a angry blush from his lifelong affiliate, "Just like Applejack doesn't think Rainbow's sexy." "What!" Twilight exclaimed, "They're both girls!" "Doesn't change what fans write about," Spike shrugged.
Without giving the purple pony another chance to speak, the baby dragon darted out the door and sped through Ponyville. All Twilight could do was shake her head and sigh. She loved the little guy, but his thickheadness really got him in more problems than it did solutions. Maybe they should have stayed in Canterlot. At least there the most they had to worry about was Prince Blueblood occasionally making them open doors for him. "Oh well," the mare mumbled as her horn lit up. A book floated to her bed, "Time to read that Cupcakes book I found!"
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It wasn't even an hour later that the same young dragon that had sped out the door so excitedly earlier slammed the object open and entered the tree that was his and Twilight's dwelling. The purple pony blinked a few times and looked down to the first floor. "I take it it went-" "Horrible!" Spike growled plopping himself down at the dining table, "Absolutely terrible!" Sighing, Twilight teleported next to him and took a seat herself. Spike lifted a brow to her. "You wanna-" "No," he hissed, "But in the end I'm probably gonna talk about it anyway so fine.
"So I got there, gave her the flowers. She was real appreciative, offered me tea, and even had all these gemstones for me." "That sounds nice-" "Oh they were delicious," Spike admitted, though still had a tinge of annoyance in his voice, "But that's not the point. The point is that she went on and on about how it wouldn't work since she would be old and gray by the time I was of age cause I'm a dragon!" Spike huffed folding his arms over his chest, "It sucks being a dragon! I don't wanna outlive you guys!"
Twilight gave a halfhearted smile as she got up and wrapped her arms around the younger figure's neck. Spike looked up at her curiously. "Silly," she chuckled, "We don't know how long you'll live." Spike's eyes went wide. "What are you talking about? You're the pony that knows everything about everything. Our house is a fucking library!" "Alright, not exactly what I meant," Twilight's eyes went to her head in thought, "More along the lines of we don't know how long Ponies live exactly." Now Spike was even more baffled. "You are a pony..." he reminded.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean much," Twilight told him, "You see it hasn't been made up yet exactly how long we live. Fans just always assume you'll outlive us because your kind lives for thousands of years. Who knows? We ponies might live even longer! Granny Smith might be older than Discord for all we know." The thought made Spike's eye twitch. "The thing is," she said tightening her embrace a bit on the dragon's neck, "You were in a fic where the person writing it wanted things to be done more in line with how they viewed how long ponies might live. This is a magical land that parodies their world. They only go based on what they think applies to ours until the people running our official material give more information about the matter. And besides, if worst comes to worst I can always probably get a spell to modify ages."
After a few seconds of silence a smile formed on Spikes face. Leaping off his chair he bounced towards the door, his hope renewed. That is until he was halted. An aura had surrounded him keeping him in place. "Hey what gives?" he cried, "I was gonna tell Rarity how we can be together now!" Twilight rolled her eyes and teleported in front of him. "Spike, don't you remember what I just said?" "That me and Rarity can be like a messed up Shrek couple?" The pony put a hoof to her forehead. "Spike, this is still a fanfic and it's still run by a fan. This particular fan is under the impression obviously that Rarity won't understand you. There'd be too many conflicts what with all her attention to detail and you...being you..."
Spike's expression dropped and his eyes turned downward. "Hey, don't act like that," Twilight rubbed Spike's head causing him to flail at her arm. "Why not?" he moaned, "I give up. If there's no winning with Rarity then who is out there for me? Who could understand me? Who would-" "Spike," Twilight interrupted a bit annoyed at the self-pity. Again Spike looked up to her. "Until something pops up in canon, would you like me to be your girlfriend?" Spike blinked. "Uh...no." Twilight gave a confused look at the response. "But you do want to be with somepony don't you?"
"Yeah, but you're like my sister or something. I read on TV Tropes how-" "Spike," Twilight whapped the back of his head, "This is a fanfic. Not everything plays out like it would in real life. And even then, as creepy as it sounds, brothers and sisters have been known to get together every now and then. We're not related so it won't cause problems even if it would be awkward canonically. Plus I'm more likely to turn out to be the one to live longer of our group since I'm like in contact with the Princess and all that crap. Now stop moping and love me."
"Uh..." Spike gulped hesitantly. Twilight's glare could've pierced straight through his eyes, "Y-yes mam!" Happy with the hug Spike gave her, Twilight trotted up the stairs with him around her neck and back into her bed. "Feel better?" she asked opening a new book. The Cupcakes one had been too unbelievable to keep reading without bursting out laughing. "If not a bit threatened," Spike muttered under his breath, "...yeah. Thanks Twilight." "Anytime honey," she giggled and kissed the baby dragon on the lips. "Hey hold on a sec! The fic just said I'm a baby-" "You wanna hump Rarity," Twilight muttered, "You're old enough." Blushing maddeningly, Spike quieted down and nuzzled into Twilight's neck.