Garry's Mod Vs. Equestria: ASDFMovie is Awesome!

by Fussan


The Little Girl Lizard (Spike)

The sound of chomping and crunching echoed through the large crystal room. This sound, much like the sound of slobbering and contented moaning, was originating from a small purple dragon. This small purple dragon was none other than princess Twilight Sparkle's number one assistant, Spike.
The small dragon lounged on a large couch in his new room in the castle the towered over Ponyville. The very same one that princess Twilight now resided in, ruled from, and did all of her royal and official duties in. He was lounging on the couch as he happily munched on a bucket filled with huge gems of all sorts. Rubies, sapphires, emeralds, amethyst, and at least a dozen different kinds of crystals.
Today was his day to relax and enjoy himself, free from any and all distractions and interruptions, completely and totally and utterly unobliged to do anything at all, nothing holding him down and only freedom in sight for the foreseeable future. Today was a day he had been waiting for for long, long time. Almost as long as Twilight had been a princess, in fact. For ever since she had become a princess, she had been even more obsessed with making sure everything was absolutely perfect. No, not just perfect, but perfectly perfect. And on Twilight's quest to make everything perfectly perfect she had worked him to the point of exhaustion. But today there would be none of that. None of Twilight's perfectionist attitude, none of the bossiness, or annoyance, or anything that made his little dragon head spin. No, today was the day that Twilight had promised he could have off to do whatever it was that his little dragon heart wanted, and what he wanted to do more than anything else was laze around his room all day and unwind with a comic book or two, or maybe letting his imagination run wild and take him to a land where he was a huge, fearsome dragon with a giant horde of gems, all for him. Well... him and Rarity, of course...
Spike let out a sigh as he imagined Rarity. A nice purple dress with her mane done into something extravagant that only she could pull off. Her coat groomed in a way that made it gleam in the light shining down from above. Her perfectly shaped body. Her perfect face. Her perfect lips... "Oh Rarity..." Spike sighed, a smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks. She was the most perfect mare in all of Equestria and one day... one day she would be his.
Spike, his imagination taking him completely, allowed the Rarity in his mind to take the place of the Rarity in reality. "Oh Rarity, I've always loved you. I just never had the courage to say so."
Rarity, her gleaming white coat and her brilliant blue eyes, stood in front of a suited Spike, cane in claw and a tall top hat on his head. She opened her perfect, velvet soft lips and spoke in a voice that would make angels weep in joy. "Oh Spike, I wish you had said something sooner! I... I..." She drew in a sharp breath. "Oh Spike, I love you too! Since the first moment I saw you, I knew that my heart would belong to you, and you alone!"
Spike's smiled wider than he ever had in his life, his curly mustache moving with his lips in an almost comedic manner. "Rarity..."
Rarity's eyes drooped and her lips curled into a sultry smile, one promising a happy ending for the both of them. "Spike..."
The two of them closed their eyes and pursed their lips. Rarity craning her neck to meet Spike half way, Spike standing on the tips of his toes to meet her half way.
Just before their lips met, Rarity whispered to Spike. "Spike...?"
"Yes, my love?" Spike whispered back to her.
"Ding dong!"
Spike's eyes snapped open, a snort escaping his nose and the string of drool that had formed a pool snapped. He looked around the semi-dark room, seeing neither Rarity or the source of what had awoken him. The only thing in the room with him was an empty bucket of gems and the furniture.
Ding dong!
Spike jumped from the sound and let out a loud yell of surprise--and a little bit of fear. His eyes shot to the door to his room, where the sound was coming from. "What the...?
Ding dong! Ding dong!
Spike glared at the door hatefully. "This better be important," he grumbled to himself angrily. He hopped off the couch he had been sleeping on and began to waddle his way to the door.
Ding dong! Ding... dong!
His glare intensified tenfold at the sound of somepony interrupting him right in the middle of his extremely important business. "Yeah, yeah! I heard you! I'm coming!"
He reached the door and grasped the handle with a claw, pulling it open to reveal a rather large and burly stallion. He looked up at the stallions face, his glare still in place, but less intense in the face of someone bigger than him. "Yeah? What is it?" he asked.
The stallion's face scrunched up into one of the deepest scowls Spike had ever seen. The stallion was completely grey, except for a large patch of light brown that covered his face. His piercing eyes were blue like ice, and just as cold. He wore a large thick vest made of rough material on his upper body with what seemed like too many pockets, and atop his large head was a bowler hat. From what Spike could see, his Cutie mark was an ironclad hoof and an explosion.
Spike dropped his glare completely as the burly stallion only continued to stare menacingly at him. "Uh... can I, uh, help... you...?" he said nervously.
The stallion slowly opened a corner of his mouth. "I gots a message fer ya," he said in a booming, gravelly voice with a thick Manehatten accept.
Spike gulped nervously.
The stallion took in a breath before speaking. "Ya gots sumthin' on ya face," he said.
Spike raised a claw to his face and rubbed around. "I do?"
The stallion nodded. "Yup." After he spoke, faster than Spike could react, he rose to his hind legs and pulled back his hoof as far as it would go, and with the force of a speeding freight train, smashed that hoof directly into Spike's wide eyed face. "It was pain!"
Spike flew across the room faster than a Wonderbolt can fly, crashed through the solid crystal wall of his room, and began the free fall of nearly one hundred feet to a very hard, very unforgiving ground.
With Spike falling to his death and nopony else around the two voices roaring with laughter went unheard.