//------------------------------// // Chapter 1: New Life, New Body, New Attitude? // Story: The Rainbows Of Spike // by B_25 //------------------------------// It had been a few days since Spike was released from the Ponyville hospital. After so many tests, the needle injections, the urine samples, swabs up the nose and maybe a prostate exam, and much, much more, the doctors came to the following conclusion. “We know nothing about dragons, and this was just a waste of time”. At the time, they really had no clue what they were even trying to accomplish. With barely any knowledge about dragon society, they couldn’t even know if what Spike was going through was even considered normal or abnormal, they were in a bind which they did not care for. So eventually, having the basic knowledge that Spike was in a fine condition for a dragon, they gave him the discharge papers for him to be set free, like an injured bird. Only this bird didn’t know how to use his wings; at least not yet, anyway. “So, wait. You’re telling me that they couldn’t do anything save me? Like… I don’t know, give me blood, maybe?” Spike had been pestering the mare that he was currently walking with, about ideas and ways the doctors could have used to avoid his death. “Spike,” Twilight groaned, “for the fourth time, you’re a dragon, a different species. Just any blood wouldn’t do.” Twilight sighed to herself, trying to calm herself down and rationalize with the probably scared dragon. “Trust me; we nagged the doctors for hours and hours, demanding them do something than just watch. I am really sorry, Spike. I really am. There was just nothing anypony could do.” “Well, what about magic?” Twilight wanted to facehoof, as Spike’s unrelenting questions were driving her through the roof. He may have looked older, but she knew he was still a child on the inside; a child who still would not listen to reason. But again, she tried to rationalize with him, or rather challenge his stupidity. “Spike, what would of magic even do? We can’t close the hole because of the wings, and magic wouldn’t even work against your thick scales.” “I guess,” moaned Spike with a moody tone, causing the unicorn to giggle and smirk. The pony and dragon were currently strolling down the hospital’s long corridor, one that was leading them to a world of fantasy. To them, however, it would be their reality. Spike really wanted to elaborate more about his current conundrum, but he feared that if the wrong words were to be said, it could cause a stir in their friendship. He knew, deep down, that they really did try to save his life. But still, to know that close to nothing was done to save your life is quite the depressing topic. But Spike shook the past experience aside, as the famous motto goes, “what’s in the past, is in the past.” And Spike wasn’t the type guy to be angry at his very few friends. The lavender twins were soon approaching the worn hospital doors. Twilight looked up to the drake with a smirk on her lips. “So, do you think you’re ready for what’s outside, the ’new life of Spike the dragon? ’” There wasn’t a letter in that sentence that wasn’t filled to the brim with sarcasm. “Well, after all the stuff we’ve been through, I highly doubt what’s out there will be any different. Actually, with me being bigger and stronger, I could probably be of some assistance now.” “Aw,” Twilight pouted, “but you’re already my number one assistant.” “And now I can be your ‘super-duper number one assistant.’” Spike said like it were a sales pitch, both of them chuckling at the added words. “Well, I’d be perfectly contented with just one number one,” said Twilight with honesty. “I know you would,” Spike commented, but he couldn’t help but share what was on his mind. Spike took in a deep breath, as if what he was going to share carried some kind of weight. “It’s just, I can now be more helpful at times I would just be useless, like I can be there to actually help save the day!” Spike was ready to brace the handle of the door, to feel the grip of metal in his claw, but before he could do so, he felt something nuzzling at his torso. “Just remember, Spike” the nuzzling originated from Twilight, who spoke softly as ever, “we won’t think of you any differently now, we never once thought of you as useless before in the past, and never will.” Spike smiled at the comment, she was trying to be nice. But one word screamed in his head, and that was- Liar. Spike placed his claw on top of the handle, and pushing it down clockwise the door unlocked, as he pulled it open for his companion to walk through first. “I see you’re still the gentle drake as ever,” she commented, as she passed through the door. Spike followed suit, but he’d forgotten one thing. He hadn’t seen the sunrays for a couple of days. Spike swore his eyes had become blinded by the golden light, as he defensively raised a claw to tend to them, hoping it would block out the rays of light. He managed to, barely. “I see Celestia is still hard at work as ever,” Spike jokingly commented, earning a forced giggle from the magician as they walked out onto the dirt road. But upon mention of the goddess’s name, a thought appeared in Spike’s mind, just as his eyes adjusted to the new light. “So, how did Celestia take the news of my growing pains,” Spike expressed with air quotations, “anyway?” I mean, one would think she would at least have given some advice for treating my wounds, or at least informing them everything would be alright. “Well, you see Spike, there’s something I should’ve done, but didn’t,” her tone was of that of something meek, shame leaking out in every word. If Twilight had a mane like Fluttershy, she would be guaranteed trying to hide behind it. “You didn’t inform her, did you?” Spike’s tone wasn’t accusing or, even angry; it was just tired like and honest. Like he had become accustomed to how she would act when her mentor was involved. “No,” she sighed, “I didn’t,” she closed her eyes and shook her head; she said the words with shame and truthfulness. But at least she had the courage to look the drake in the eyes afterwards. The drake wasn’t surprised, but he was at the very least irritated. It wasn’t because Celestia could have done something to save him, no; it was because, once again, his friend had lied to him. “So much for saying Celestia doesn't matter when it comes to me.” Spike’s words came out harsher than he had intended them to be, but at last, they were true. You see Spike; sometimes ponies prefer a sweet lie than the bitter truth. Cole, I’m not really in the mood for quotes right now, how about some other time? Spike was prepared to make his way home; he didn’t really regret the words, because he made some of his emotions known. So if they had to walk home in an awkward silence, then he would feel no qualms towards it. However, what he would feel some qualms for, is if the mare started tearing up before they could even embark on the adventure back home. “Y-you must hate me now, d-don’t you?” her words were cracking, her eyelids were filling with tears, and Spike knew he was in a very bad situation. Who said I even liked you in the first place? “What? No, no!” Spike raised his claw as if he were being arrested. He then tried quickly to comfort her, but when he tried to embrace her she batted him away. She was going to make a bucking scene. “Of course you do!” she accused, “I y-yelled at you when you were hurting, I didn’t even let you explain what really had happened.” The group of two were starting to receive a lot of questioning stares and glances, causing Spike to sweat profusely as he felt like they were making a play, and he was the bad guy everyone wanted to hate. Well Spike, you are a dragon. Cole, I said no life lessons! And besides, y-you’re a dragon too! Yeah, but at least I embraced my true nature. “D-don’t worry about it, Twi!” Spike tried to shrug off in a stuttering manner. “We all get caught up in the moment and will refuse the truth. I mean, look at religion! And besides, I’ve experienced this a lot from working by your side all these years. So let’s just forget about it, okay!” Spike scared shitless. He never had been put on the spot light before. He once again tried to comfort her, only this time she actually looked him in the eyes. “That doesn't make it any better, Spike. All that says is that I’ve been horrible to you all this time!” her two hooves were supporting the sides of her head, Twilight’s tone was still that of a cracking sad/despair, but now it appeared she was getting angry at the drake for trying to take her side. Is this how all mare’s act?! “I mean, if it wasn’t for my selfishness, I could’ve got Celestia to save your life! You died because of my fault.” Spike was now anxiously biting on his lower lip, his fangs threatening to pierce through them and withdraw some blood. It was one of the only ways Spike could remain under control while under tremendous amount of pressure. “Well, we can’t be exactly sure Celestia could have done anything,” Spike had his claws clockwise and counterclockwise embracing one another, a trait Spike had when he was lying. “How do you know Spike!” her tone was full of anger. “She is the closest to a God! She could have probably saved us from this whole mess.” Twilight was going into a phase of self-blame. And Spike was coming to realize that he may not be able to rescue her this time. “You know, you’re not making it very easy to comfort you!” “You shouldn’t be trying to comfort me! You should be yelling in anger at me!” What in the hay is she going on about now! Spike himself felt like he was going to cry, he was never expecting something like this from his ‘new life’. “Oh no,” Twilight had calmed down, as a self-realization had dawned upon her, “you hate me so much, and you now have the physical body to run away and abandon me!” She was now crying hysterically, hitting her hooves at the drake’s chest at she kept repeating the words “don’t leave me, I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me, I’m sorry.” over and over again. Spike by this point, was wishing his death had stayed permanent, and now didn’t feel any prejudices against what had happened. I really hate all this emotional stuff, whined Spike in his head. The scene Twilight had created was gaining more and more attention, and more looks of disgust were placed upon Spike. He needed to comfort her and end this, now. Spike looked around him, as if something in his environment would offer some sort advice. Upon noticing nothing around him that would be of much help, he did the one thing he had been trying to do this whole time. He hugged his best friend. She, like the first two times, was reluctant to give into the hug, struggling to escape from it. This was seen by a couple of stallions, who were more than eager to step in, because if one were save a helpless mare from a fearsome dragon that would make any male around town very popular with the females. But once they saw the mare give into the hug, they gave a sigh, and continued to watch from a distance, ready to strike if ever prompted to. While they were preparing themselves, Spike meanwhile was trying to calm the mare down. “Shhh,” the drake soothed into her ear, “everything is going to be alright,” the dragon repeated those words multiple times, until her crying had died down. “I’m not angry; I’m not disappointed with you. If I ever was, I would’ve quit my job as number one assistant a long ago. Also, I would never run away from you again, you’ve already taught me the first time I attempted it that we will always be a family, and that we love each other no matter what happens, so the vice-versa should apply. I’ll never leave you Twi, until you tell me to leave, and when that does happen, I’ll start packing my bags and hit the road!” The mare giggled, and soon became comfortable with the drake, honestly believing his words. Like you said Cole, sometimes ponies prefer a sweet lie. You aright Spike, you seem a bit different. What are you talking about Cole? I…. never mind. Please Cole, you and me both know we hate beings that don’t finish what they are saying. I know, but the thought I have in my head, I’d rather keep it to myself. Alright, fine then. “D-do you really mean that Spike?” Twilight asked, as if a second cliché conformation would make his words truer. “Of course Twi,” Spike lied, “I couldn’t be called your number one assistant otherwise.” She smiled at the words, using a hoof to bat any tears out of her eyes as she exited the hug. “Feeling better?” “Very much. Thank you, Spike. I really needed that, I guess.” The two smiled at one another, as they made their way back home, a place where Spike had been longing to return to. But upon walking, Spike felt the vibes Twilight was giving off; he mentally sighed, as he knew more emotional words were still to be said. He was going to start off first, but Twilight had beaten him to the punch. “That must’ve been weird,” Twilight started, using this only to jump into something else. “What? Waking up to a new body, to new wings? Having my best friend have emotional breakdown in the middle of the street? You’re going to have to narrow it down a bit, Twi.” Spike had narrowed his index claw and his thumb, speaking the words in a jokingly manner. She giggled at Spike’s attitude. “The breaking down part, thank you very much,” she sarcastically responded back. “Please, like that was the first break down you’ve ever had. Besides, to be honest, I was surprised we were in the hospital for me, and not your mental state.” Spike chuckled at the last two words. Twilight was taken back, even murmuring a “Wow.” Spike chuckled, “What?” “You’ve made some jokes about me in the past-” “Twilight flopple?” “Right, but you’ve never gone that far.” Spike shrugged his shoulders. “What, I’ve grown up; so my comedy needs to take a step up too, it wasn’t too offense, was it?” “Well, it was a little uncalled for, but funny nonetheless” “Oh, well. Sorry, Twi. If it helps, I’m used to you having mental breakdowns, so what just had happened is no sweat. Just… try and keep to a minimal, and away from other sighting seeing eyes.” “Don’t worry, I will. But still, you having me use to me having breakdowns doesn't exactly make me feel better.” Spike raised his eyebrows, a smug smile playing at his lips. “Let me guess, you’re feeling like you’ve been a bad sister recently, aren’t you?” Spike had nailed it, as Twilight came a stop, a little dumbfounded by the dragon. “How did you….” “Know?” Spike said, his smug look increasing as he gazed down upon her. “Twi, I know you inside out. Not only that, with what had just happened, I would assume you would take some responsibility for my injuries.” Before Twilight could say any words, or have another breakdown, Spike cut to the chase. “I know you may feel responsible, but you have really nothing to fret over. It’s not my fault nor is it your fault. Stuff like this just…. happens. If I don’t feel bad about it, then you shouldn’t feel bad about it either. What’s in the past stays there, sounds fair enough?” “Wow, when did my little Spikey become wise?” Twilight had become a little smug herself for some reason. “The day when his back burst open with wings.” The duo kept walking to their destination, but Spike had unintentionally brought up a new topic that should be discussed. “So Spike, what are you going to be doing with those wings?” Twilight questioned, even going as far as to quizzically look at the new strange object that used to harbor deep inside of the dragon. “I don’t really know to be honest.” Spike said as he took a quick glance at his back. “One of these days I’m sure I’ll get someone to train me, but for the meantime I’m pretty sure there’s more important things we’re going to need to deal with.” “I know that for sure,” contemplated Twilight. “But remember, just because you’re bigger, doesn't mean you’re going to stop doing your chores. And your bedtime stays the same!” Spike broke out into a small laughter, his legs still moving. “I know Twi, I know.” Twilight still felt uncomfortable with the new and bigger Spike, even though she’d previously said things weren't going to change, she knew she was lying. “Well, maybe we could extend your bedtime just a little bit.” Spike chuckled. “Whatever you say Twilight, whatever you say.” After the somewhat odd and awkward walk, the bestest of friends had returned back to their home, their nest of the woods if you would. Neither of them had really seen this place in the last few days, the main cause of this being the dragon. Spike was the first one to make it to the door, and held it open for the mare. She nodded a ‘thanks’, as both of them entered the premise. But for some reason, it felt like Spike had his breath taken away from him, as he stared in amazement around the establishment. “Wow,” muttered Spike, “everything’s is just so…..” “Different?” elaborated Twilight. “Close, but not the words I’m looking for.” “Odd?” “Yes, but that’s not it.” “Smaller?” Spike snapped his fingers. “Jackpot,” he pointed his fingers down at her. The mare giggled at the drake’s choice of words. “Alright Spike, I’m going to go upstairs quick to undo my saddle bags, will you be okay alone for a few minutes?” “Of course Twi, I’m no longer a baby you know.” “Please,” interjected Twilight, as she made her way upstairs, “you’re just a kid in an adult body.” “What are you talking about? You’re all still teens!” Spike called jokingly out to the mare, as he took leisure around the familiar setting of his tree home. Upon gazing around, Spike noticed not a thing had changed. The floor where he spilled the coffee had now hardened against the wooden surface, as did the blood in the kitchen. I see Twilight had no time to clean with me in the hospital. Celestia, it stinks in here. Spike entered the kitchen, his claw covering his nose and mouth to defend him from the revolting smell. Even with the claw on the defense field, Spike still felt as if he was going to puke. He was quite surprised that the smell hadn’t loomed across the entire library. Well, I’ve missed a couple of work days, might as well get back to work. Spike, are you going to clean up your own blood? Yeah, is something wrong with that? No, it’s just… odd. Tell me something that isn’t odd about today. Spike, using a rubber band, tied a napkin to his face and flew an apron lace over his head, which rested upon the back of his neck, the apron covering his front scales. He then filed a nearby bucket with water from the tap, indulging it with a sponge. Then, grabbing a soap spray bottle, he got on his knees and began cleaning his own days old blood from the floors, walls and cupboards. “Spike!” Twilight gleefully called out, “I’m done!” The mare received no response, which worried her a bit. She called out once more. “Spike?” She was now trotting down the stairs, where she attempted to call out for the dragon one more time. “Spike, didn’t you hear me? I said I was-” “Bloody murder! Bloody murder!” Spike called out repeatedly, scaring Twilight to death as she raced to the kitchen, where she believed the voice was originated from. “Bloody murder! Bloody murder!” The kitchen came into view, as did a tall and bloody Spike. “Bloody-” Spike started, before his eyes came across Twilight, “Oh, hey Twi; have you finished unpacking?” Twilight became dumbfounded once more, as she stared at the drake with an eye squinted. “What, what do you mean, ‘hey’? What’s going on! What happened?!” “Oh,” Spike said nonchalantly, “I was cleaning the blood out of the kitchen, and thought this was the perfect opportunity to cry out bloody murder, did I trick ya?” All Spike got in return was a hoof to the arm, causing him to cry out in pain. “Hey! I’m still injured you know,” whined Spike, gripping the arm as if she had broken it. “Why are you even cleaning the kitchen anyway?” “Got bored.” The unicorn tucked her eyes and bit her two lips together, taking slow breaths before finishing off with a sigh. Upon open her eyes once more, a slight chuckle escaped her as a reminder came to mind. “Hey Spike?” “Yeah, what is it?” “Can you do me a favor? I need you to go to Sugar Cube Corner and pick something up for me.” “What! Come on, I just got out of the hospital, don’t I get a day off or something?” complained Spike, always looking for excuse to save his hide. “If you’re well enough to clean up your own blood and pull a prank, then you should be well enough to make a small errand.” Spike was still reluctant to do so, as cleaning up his own body explosion had proved to be quite tiresome. “I don’t know Twi, I’m actually quite tired.” “Well, if you’re not feeling up to it…” Twilight really didn’t want to throw away what she had planned, but if he wasn’t feeling too good, she wouldn’t force him. Spike however just felt like, once again, Twilight laying a guilt trip on him. “Nah, I’m up to it. Just a little tired, is all.” Spike hung up his bloody apron as he made his way to the door. “I hopefully won’t be out too long.” Today was a surprisingly hot day in Ponyville, this heat causing the citizens to find shelter in the shade, or to find a nice cold beverage to keep them hydrated. But if you weren't a wimp, then you just took the heat head-on, and walked on the street without complaining to your friends. Because trust me, they know it’s hot too. Too bad I don’t really have friends to complain to. Well…. you got me. Oh yeah, that’s right! So Cole, this weather is- Sorry Spike, I gotta…. er, run. I’ll catch you later though! What do you mean run! You’re my imaginary friend who’s stuck in my head! Spike dropped the discussion however, as he really didn’t have energy to rant today. All Spike wanted to do is go to Sugarcube Corner, get whatever item Twilight wanted, and then head home and go to sleep. Not so hard, right? Upon arriving at the pastry shop, Spike noticed from the window that the lights were out. Please don’t tell me they're closed. Spike noticed at the door, there was a small note reading: Sugar Cube Corner shall be closed until tomorrow morning, we are deeply sorry if we upset you with this news. -Pinkie P.S. For Spike’s eyes only! If you’re not Spike, then look away! Unless you have his eyes, then I suppose you can read the note as well as I did state earlier Spike’s eyes were allowed to look. Hello Spike, Twilight told me you were coming today. So if you are indeed Spike, the dragon Spike, and not a pony named Spike, then come on inside! But if you’re dragon Spike that got turned into pony Spike, then you’re fine as well. Thank Celestia for this not being for nothing. Spike, upon reaching the door, could hear the confusing, snickering voices. Spike typically wasn’t a nosy being, but he was a being doomed by his own curiosity. Unable to resist, he put his head lightly against the door, to better hear the muffled voice. He still couldn’t pick up on what they were talking about; all he could assume was there was at least two to three ponies inside, sitting in the dark. Spike retreaded his head, as he knocked lightly on the door. “H-hello?” Spike called out to behind the door, “it’s… a…. me, S-spike. Twilight said you had an item for her? Or, y-yeah, an item, or something. Is it cool… if I… come in?” Nice job not sounding pathetic Spike. The snickering appeared to have died down, as a clearing of a throat was heard. “Of course Spike!” Spike assumed the voice that had just spoken was Pinkie responding to his plea. “It’s in here. So just come on in!” Spike was confused with the odd behavior, and kinda sensed what may have been behind the door. But nonetheless, he had a task to do, and he couldn’t call himself Twilight’s number one assistant if he didn’t go and retrieve that item. Spike gripped the door, and slowly opened the door. He kinda wished he had a flashlight to shed light into the place, for all he knew the voice he had been talking to where ghost of his friends. But even if he knew the ghosts were in there, he would need some kind of sucker to suck them all. Perhaps a modified vacuum would do. What am I even going on about now? Upon entering the establishment, Spike noticed the place was now pitch black; the window current’s had been lowered upon his entry, scaring him even more. I never thought a place as bright as this would ever become this dark. Spike tried looking around, squinting his eyes so he could see better. He could make out in the distance the forms of many ponies. Spike’s eyes widened, as his mind came to a conclusion. He sighed, and closed his eyes. Oh, son of a- “SURPRISE!” The light shone on, and the excited yelling of many ponies was heard. Even though Spike was expecting it, he was so shocked by the sudden noise and light that he literally jumped in the air and snapped to were the source of his attackers were. Upon his eyes adjusting, he noticed that all his friends were here, as well as some other noteworthy ponies like Big Mac and Sweetie bell. “Er, s-sorry guys, it’s just me,” lamely said Spike, as he looked around for the item. I didn’t even inquire what this item is! Even in a new body my mind is useless. “I’m sure the pony you’re going to surprise will be here soon though,” Spike expressed with his index claw. “Uh, Spike. This party is for you, dummy,” announced Rainbow Dash, approaching the drake with a smirk. Spike was confused, quizzically closing his right eye. “Me, why would anypony throw me a party?” Rainbow Dash had taken on the same expression as the drake. “How dense are you? We’re throwing you a party for your return! Not only that, who else would we be throwing a ‘welcome back party’ for?” Spike threw his arms in the air. “How am I supposed to know! You know how many guests we get a week in this crazy town!?” Most of the ponies assumed he was taking on a joking act, and chuckled at his little performance. I still don’t get it, they never really threw me any parties expect on my birthday, and then after the whole monster incident, they had to cancel those too. So why throw me a party for something so meaningless? “Are you a hundred percent sure it’s for me?” Spike inquired quizzically once more. Dash giggled, hovering in the air and giving Spike a good ol’ noggie. “Of course it is stud, welcome back!” Even while his scaly head was being attacked, Spike looked down and chuckled, a smile going along with it. “Thanks guys, I don’t really know what to say. It means a lot to me,” Spike raised his eyebrows, scrunching his forehead, “it really does,” he said with a nod. “We know you appreciated it bud,” agreed Dash, “but don’t be getting all emotional on us. You still got a lot of catching up to do.” Spike nodded in agreement, as the two separated way, Spike going off to go greet his guest and thank them for coming. The typical party bull- “What if I were to tell you that I have a time machine?” “I’d probably believe you,” Spike responded tiredly, his clawed hand supporting his chin as he sat at a distant table, away from everyone else who appeared to be having a good time; everypony’s happiness causing the drake to exhale a somewhat depressed sigh. To think, this party was to honor me. “Really? Just like that,” he somehow made a snapping sound “you’d believe me?” the odd stallion questioned, confused, his hairstyle being a unique one around these parts. Sometimes, Spike wished he could have cool hair, or at the very least be a pony. I mean, if I’m ever going to stand a chance of getting Rarity, I’d have to be that elegant pony that she so desires. To bad that’s nearly impossible. Damn… Spike gripped his plastic cup filled with a non-alcoholic beverage, and gave himself a mini toast/cheers, before downing the entire cup. “I mean yeah. You get nothing if you lie to me, and from what I hear, you’re a pretty honest guy. I’d say you could be a contender for the element of honesty!” Spike had said those words a bit too loud, luckily the room was filled with so much noise that it died it out. Still, Spike closed in on the stallion. “Don’t let Applejack hear that though, pretty sure she’d tie me up and make me take that back.” Spike grabbed the liter of pop, and began once again draining the liquids into his cup. Spike’s behavior today matched that of a tipsy pony, even though he hadn’t had a sip of alcohol. “I still don’t get it, to you, isn’t time travel seem impossible to you?” Spike this time, had grace when he drank, only taking a sip of his drink. “Well yeah, but it only seems impossible. I could make the agreement of magic here, but that’s been done too many times in these types of fields. So I’ll use this.” The stallion had closed in on Spike, leaning his head forward to better hear his words. “If there is really a god, who created these lands and everything, then who or what created it? Then, what created the thing that created the thing. The same thing could go on forever and ever, that’s why you have to come to the following, sometimes things may not make sense, but yet it can happen. I may not know how time travel works, but that’s not mean its just fiction. Well, that’ my philosophy at least, take it or leave it. Some things you can’t understand, but yet they can work.” The stallion sat back in his chair, thinking over the words till a smile appeared, and a chuckle was released. “Thanks Spike, for your time. I hope we meet again, and I hope I meet more beings just like you. Just, make sure you still try to question everything, or else you may find yourself tied up in a religion.” The stallion got up from his chair and bid Spike farewell, giving off that goodbye nod as he left the party and the party boy. Who was that stallion? I don’t know, but he was the only one to really welcome me back and take interest to what I had to say. Spike looked off into where the crowd was, everyone having a drink and releasing a laugh. Instead of sighing this time, he actually smiled; because of him, everyone was having a good time with one another as Spike sat alone in the corner and watched. Even with a new body, even supposedly starting a new life, the way things were going to go for him was to always remain the same. Well, at least I can do a little bit more good now. Spike finished his drink once more, and pondered if that should be it for the night. He was pretty sure he could leave and no one would notice, plus he could clean up that mess of a library and still get a decent amount of shut eye before the next morning. Or just stay here, alone. He decided on leaving to be the better option, but as soon as he sat up from his chair, he was approached by a cyan coated female. “Hey ‘Ya Spike, how are you enjoying your party? Pretty wicked, am I right?” Spike chuckled at the mare’s usually cocky attitude. “Yeah, I’m having the biggest blast sitting her in the corner alone.” complained Spike, causing Dash to sigh and lower her head, shaking it in a tired way. “Spike, if you didn’t want to sit alone, you should’ve got up and hung out with us, rather than sitting in a corner and complaining about sitting in a corner.” Haha! She’s got you there, Mr. ‘problematic teenager’! “Alright, fair enough, you got me there,” admitted Spike to his wrongs, something only few beings could do. But still, Spike wasn’t feeling the most sociable on a day like today, but just as he was about to announce his departure, loud music came on, signaling the dancing part of the party was just about to begin. “Hey Spike, care to dance?” asked Dash, as if it were nothing. Wait, what? “What do you mean, dance?” inquired Spike, not understanding what the pegasus was intending. “Uh, you know, dance? I don’t know how more I can simplify this.” Spike pinched his temple. “No, I mean why do you want to dance?” Especially when Rarity’s over there all by her own! Now’s my chance to get a dance! What kind of dance? I’m willing to take any kind or form. “Please, I’m just using it as a way to talk to you. What else would I do it for?” she wasn’t blushing at all, meaning she found no romantic interest in it. Spike bet the thought hadn’t even occurred to her, but he didn’t know why he felt slightly hurt. “So, yes or no?” Dash had her head tilted slightly clockwise, as she waited impatiently for his answer. Spike’s eyes were constantly darting between Rainbow Dash and Rarity; he had to make a choice, and he had to make it now. Some pegasus who just wanted to chat, or the unicorn of his dreams who he had a chance to dream with. “Are you sure what you have to say is important?” Spike asked nervously, this being harder on him then when he had to deal with Twilight’s breakdown. Dash quizzically looked up at the nervous dragon. “Uh, yeah? Kinda, I guess? You dancing or what?” Spike clutched his eye as he took a deep breath through his nostrils. “Sure.” Buuuuuck. The two made their way onto the place they presumed the dancing would occur, Spike’s eyes still watching Rarity. Only a couple seconds later, she became swooned over, many young colts were asking the lady to a fine, elegant dance. I swear to Celestia none of them better hit it off. Spike tried clearing his head of the thoughts that could occur, as he rested his eyes on the mare that had asked him to a dance. She looked up to him and gave him a smirk, as she got on to two hooves and offered another two for the drake for support. “I’m still never going to get over the fact that you’re bigger and stronger than me.” This caused the drake to chuckle. “Yeah, but at least you can say you’re much faster than me.” She giggled and smiled. “Yeah, I guess I got that huh.” The music started to play, it was a type of warm up dance song to get the party started and it gave a good beat to step to. “You know,” Spike started, “I’ve never really danced with somepony else before.” The mare tilted her head right and shrugged her shoulders. “Same here, but it’s quite simple, I guess. Just stay at one another’s pace and try to keep with the beat.” Spike titled his head back and gave a somewhat surprised look. “That’s a pretty good analysis.” “Well, it’s just a really basic idea.” The two kept keeping with the beat; and for amateurs, they were pretty good. They weren't the best, and they weren't the worst. They were just a neutral couple. “So why did she call me out here anyway?” pondered Spike. As much as he wouldn't admit it, he was actually having a good time, but Spike was a creature that was doomed by his curiosity. But I can’t simply just broach the topic, time for a segway! “So,” Spike started up, “you said this was your first time dancing, does that mean I’m your first then?” The mare elicited a giggle. “Come on now Spike, careful with your words.” What does she…. ohhh, come on! Ha, I forgot how awesome Rainbow Dash could be! Don’t let her hear that, or else we’ll be listening to her boast for weeks to come. Spike cheeks, even though he was a dragon, meaning it should be close to impossible to do so, heated up. He sighed, but smiled at the same time. “You know, I don’t remember you saying jokes that dirty before.” “Of course I have!” she stated proudly, for…. some reason. “We just didn’t do it around you, y’know, because you were a baby and all.” Spike chuckled. “Thanks for being so considerate,” said Spike sarcastically. Silence overtook them once more, the song coming to an end, and a faster energetic song came on, causing Dash to return to all four legs. She’s not bringing up what she wanted to ask. Buck it, I’ll just go for it. “So, Dash.” “Yeah Spike?” She responded, almost oblivious to him at the moment, she was staring off at something. For crying sakes, she’s the one that invited me out, you’d think she would have just tiniest bit of concern to care for her guest than rather stare off at someone else. Easy Spike, you’re starting to sound like one of those nobles. “You said that you wanted to say something to me, and used this ‘dance’ as a disguise to do so.” Her attention snapped back to him once he had mentioned the true intentions of the dance. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly say disguise, kinda makes us sound like secret agents, don’t you think?” Rainbow Dash’s way of interpreting things was certainly unique, and irritated Spike off to no end. “Dash, what is it you wanted to talk about, you know I could’ve been dancing with Rarity this whole time.” Spike wasn’t in the mood for this kind of attitude. The way he saw it,Dash said he could never achieve her because he was still a kid. Now, he was a grown dragon that was fully cable of containing a relationship, and now was the perfect time to spring a plan to capture the white mare’s heart. But he unintentionally had lacerated another. “Gee, sorry ‘Mr. Grown up,” Dash said in an irritated tone. “Whatever, what is it you wanted to say?” Spike’s tone was that of annoyed and tired. He really just wanted go home about now. Rainbow Dash, however, was still strung on Spike’s previous statement, and decided to get to the bottom of it. “Well, to be fair Spike. You are still are dancing with a mare.” “Not really.” And then, the small argument was going to turn into a big spat. Dash made befuddled/exasperate facial expression at the dragon; how he had started acting was totally uncool. “What do you mean by ‘not really’?” her tone full of anger. “What I mean is that there is no romantic interest in this dance, whereas if I were to be dancing with Rarity, we’d could catch up and possibly hit it off.” The prospect caused the blue mare to laugh in his face. “Really, Spike the dragon, getting the girl of his dream in a night. Please, don’t make me die of laughter.” Dash was starting to piss off Spike to no end, this evidently beginning to show through the steam escaping from his nostrils. “I don’t believe I asked for your opinion,” Spike had said in a blunt and sore loser way. She only looked up at him and smiled. “Sorry, I say it as it comes.” You know, I wish I could have that time machine and decline ever dancing with this crude, tomboy mare. Wow Spike, nice comeback. “And going back to your previous statement, what makes you think I wouldn’t have a romantic interest in this. Well, I guess no mare would ever fall for a dragon, especially Rarity,” her words far beyond insulting, going as far as callous for the drake’s feelings. Oh, so you want a good comeback!? Here’s a good one then. Spike gave a cold smirk, his words coming out even colder from his brisk lips. “The reason why I said that is because of those wonderful rumors I hear about you Dashie. No, not the good ones, like you ever making it to the Wonderbolts. But the one’s that say you play for the other team!” Spike started becoming presumptuous, his comeback just getting started. “And I just don’t mean hockey! Why would a female lover, ever fall for such a handsome and dapper dragon? I mean, everyone knows what kind of dice you like to spin Dash. I mean, your mane is a rainbow, so it would be quite obvious.” Spike didn’t know why, but he just felt so…. good! Like he was having an adrenaline rush, that he had kicked his bully right in the face, and he still wanted to give more blows. Bending down, he whispered to the mare. “So, the next time you want to go down on me, I’ll fire back like a cannon. Let’s face it Dash, you couldn’t beat me when I was big dragon, and you can’t beat me now. So go, run along to your mare friend. Oh, wait, you have no one to cry to Dash, not even your friends trust you, or even like you. They only have to deal with you because without you, the elements would be useless.” Spike returned to his full height, as he beamed down on the pitiful rainbow. From what Spike could tell, her eyes were watery, but she was keeping back any tears, emotion held aside. “N-ni-nice co-ome bac-k Spi-ke. R-eelly g-got me the-re,” her voice was cracking, the words stuttering, she was sent into a turmoil as she began to hurry off. “Hey ,Dash!” Spike called out meanly, and surprisingly, she turned to look at him. “While you may be able to hold back your tears, you voice tells me. I, win.” Then, he saw it; one watery line began to roll down her face. Cole, once you saw that one line, you’ve known you won. With Dash presumably rushing off to the bathroom to cry, Spike dusted his claws off, as if he had earned a victory, cleaning himself up and giving himself a pat on the back. He rubbed his claws together, as he looked to the left of him, to where all his friends stood. “Oh, hey girls, how are you enjoying the party?” he sounded so smug at this moment, and Celestia did he feel good. Like this was the true meaning of the word pleasure. “Spike,” Twilight had her eyes and voice stern on the guilty dragon, she was breathing heavily, “you’ve done a very horrible thing, and I want you to go apologize to her, right now.” Spike felt like he was hurt, that someone had stuck in an arrow into his small every beating heart. “What, little ol’ me?” he spoke in a baby manner. “What could I of ever done to make you fret?” Spike felt like in a play, and he was the lead star for once! “Spike, this is no time to be joking.” Oh no, the setting has been changed to that of a court, and I must defend my innocence! “Well, then this must be a time to be serious!” Spike shouted to the roof, raising his claws in the air before returning his attention to elements. “Spike, shut up and go apologize, now,” demanded Applejack, going as far as taking one menacing step towards the poor dragon. “No no no, I think you’ve got it wrong. If you were here to witness what had happen you would-” “Spike,” Twilight interrupted, very angry, “I don’t care what she may have said or done, you acted in a manner that cause one of your friends-” “She’s not my friend.” Spike injected, his feelings having been mauled. “I don’t care what she may have done to you! I want you to go say sorry, now!” Twilight screamed, most of the ponies’ attention focusing on the current conundrum while ignoring the music and the jam. Aright, now this is enough, I can see I somewhat acted wrong, but I should be allowed to explain myself. “Twilight,” Spike started more calmly, losing the douche attitude, “let me explain what happened first-” “I don’t care what happened!” That’s it. “Remember what happened the last time you didn't let me explain! My back exploded! And I died! All thanks to you! So shut and let talk, you dumb, ignorant, cayuse! Where the buck are you getting these words, it’s like you’re entire personality is changing. “This is your fault to begin with, forget me apologizing to Dash, you should be apologizing to me! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be a kid, in an adult’s body!” The music stopped, all eyes were set on the play, and the falling action was beginning to start. The lavender mare locked up and then, typical for a female, began to cry, rushing away from public eyes. Oh you poor thing. Spike sarcastically thought. “Spike, leave. Now.” demanded the enraged orange mare once more, she was giving him free pass to leave, and he was more than willing to take it. Hitting his two claws against his chest, he made a peace sign, shouting “I’m out!” before reaching the doors. “Oh boy, you know what I love to do Cole! Clean up my own death scene, hurray!” And then, Spike left his own party. If he would’ve left sooner, none of this would’ve occurred.