//------------------------------// // Dirty Thoughts // Story: Rarity's Fantasy // by FlimFlamBros. //------------------------------// It had been three days since Rarity had left her house. Three days since she had had her friends over or even seen another pony who wasn’t a client. Three days since she had had her dream of mermaids and Spike. She had to keep lying to both herself and her friends, telling them that she was busy with a big order when in reality she found herself sleeping more and more, doing her best to recreate and relive the fantasy she had a few nights before during her bath. Even when awake her daydreams were plagued with the thoughts under the sea. She was obsessed, enthralled with the fantasy, yet was not brave enough to face the reality that it was no more than simply that. It was just a dream, an illusion of pleasurable reverie to fulfill a need for intimacy. Rarity knew that she couldn’t do this forever; she knew that she needed to leave her house eventually and do some actual work. It was in the middle of the day when there was a knock on the door. “Sorry!” Rarity shouted towards downstairs. “I’m afraid the Boutique is closed!” “Rarity! It’s Applejack and Fluttershy!” came the familiar voice of a certain cowpony from the other side of the entrance. “Open this door before I kick it down for you!” “You wouldn’t dare!” Rarity countered. “Besides…” She gave a few fake coughs. “I’m still feeling under the weather.” “That’s why we’re here!” Applejack said. “We’re here to help you get better. You can’t just stop life because of a few sniffles. Heck, I once plowed a whole field when I had pneumonia.” “And I brought soup,” Fluttershy’s soft voice joined in. “It’s wheatgrass and carrots, your favourite.” “That’s really sweet of you two,” Rarity said. “But I think that a bit of bed rest is all that I need.” “That’s it. Fluttershy, step back, this door’s coming down!” “Applejack, please don’t!” Fluttershy pleaded. But it was too late. The door flung off its hinges from the powerful kick of Applejack. The two of them entered the Boutique, with Fluttershy shaking profusely from the sudden burst of violence. The two headed up the stairs and into Rarity’s room, where the white mare in question was lying in her bed on top of the covers. “Well, do come in,” Rarity droned. “Don’t mind me, it’s not like I’m in my pajamas.” “Trust me, we don’t,” Applejack quipped, snickering. “So how’s the prissy princess? Getting over your cold?” “Sorry we kicked the door down,” apologized Fluttershy. “We didn’t mean to do it. I’m sure that if we had just asked nicely you would have opened the door for us. Sorry for being so rash.” “It’s okay, Fluttershy,” Rarity said with a sigh. “You don’t have to apologize for Applejack’s rudeness. And Applejack, I trust that you’ll be reimbursing me for the door you so gallantly kicked down.” Applejack smirked. “It was worth it. I’ve always wanted to kick a door in. I’ll send you some bits and get Macintosh to fix it later today, but right now we need to talk, sugarcube. You’ve been locked up in here ever since Twilight’s brunch and we haven’t even heard a word from y’all for days. You don’t even look that bad, Rare.” “I’ve just been feeling…” Rarity searched her mind for something to say. “I’ve just been feeling exhausted recently, and it’s more of an internal sickness…” “Oh my, then you must have some of my soup,” Fluttershy said, bringing the big pot of warm soup to Rarity. She pulled a spoon out of her pocket and started to spoonfeed the unicorn. “Come on, Rarity. Open up for the choo choo train.” “Fluttershy, I’m not a child,” droned Rarity, begrudgingly opening her mouth to take a gulp of the soup, “or one of your sick animals. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. “ “Sorry,” whimpered the yellow pegasus. “I’m just so used to dealing with uncooperative rabbits.” “It’s alright, dear,” Rarity said with a sigh. “I really do appreciate your concerns for me but I assure you that I’m quite fine. Nothing a little rest can’t fix.” “Y’all want to know what I think?” Applejack posited. “I think I know the best treatment for this here illness.” “And what would that be, If I dare to ask?” “Come with us and you’ll find out.” The cowpony smirked, grabbing Rarity by the wrist and pulling her out of bed. “Leave the soup here, Fluttershy. We ain’t going to need it where we’re going.” “Okay…” “Applejack!” Rarity gasped, as she was dragged out of her bed and out of her room. “Can I at least change into something more decent? I’d rather not parade around town in my nightwear!” “Too late, we’ve gone too far,” Applejack replied with a grin. “Fluttershy, grab something for Rarity to wear. She can change once we get to the farm.” “Why are we going to Sweet Apple Acres?” the unicorn asked. “Is there something there that will help me feel better?” “Yep,” Applejack said. “Like my granny says, ain’t no cure for a damaged spirit like good hard work.” “You’re going to make me work when I’m…” Rarity gave a few more fake coughs. “When I’m so sick?” “Hey, once when I had hay fever, granny made me clear the entire west orchard of rotten apples and afterwards I felt right as rain.” “Yes, and that’s lovely for somepony like you,” mumbled Rarity. “But this sounds awfully familiar… like when you sent me to that spa to ‘relax’ and it turned out to be a borderline work camp!” “Hey, you made friends,” argued Applejack. “And those hippies are doing just fine because of the help you gave them.” “But I hardly found the trip relaxing,” the unicorn complained. “Just like you forcing me to buck apples!” “Whoa there, nelly,” said Applejack as she dragged the unicorn out the front door of the Boutique and into the bustling town. “When did I say you’d be bucking my apple fields? I’m just going to have you do some gardening with my sister.” “That’s even worse!” Rarity screamed. “There’s… dirt! And mud and grimy little insects!” She gagged. “Nature is so unnatural. And would you please let me put some clothes on?! Ponies are staring…” “They’re just jealous,” snickered the cowpony, waving at all the staring and grinning ponies that were staring at the barely dressed fashionista. “And don’t worry, I ain’t embarrassed to be seen with you.” “How nice of you. Somepony, please kill me.” “Ah, don’t talk like that,” said Applejack as they headed to the outskirts of town and towards her farm. “That’s how Sombra gets inside of you.” “I really don’t care right now, darling,” Rarity grumbled as they finally got away from the probing eyes of the citizens of Ponyville. “At least we’re out of town. Where’s Fluttershy with my clothing? I’d like to get dressed sometime in the near future.” “I’m up here!” the yellow pegasus called, fluttering down from the sky carrying a bag of clothes. “Sorry, I had to rush, but there were so many outfits and so many closets. So I just grabbed what was closest to me.” “Thank you, dear,” said Rarity, taking the bag and digging through it. “No… well that’s cute but not with those shorts… I thought I threw away those neon socks… Good gracious, Fluttershy, I know you mean well but isn’t there anything else in this bag? Maybe an outfit that goes together?” “I’m sorry, I don’t know clothing!” cried the yellow mare. “I just grabbed something, I didn’t think to make it match!” “Please don’t cry, dear,” said Rarity in attempt to placate, “I’m sure I can make something work in here…” She looked back into the bag and pulled out some blue skinny jeans. “I guess these would go nice with something, and I wouldn’t hate if they got a little… dirty.” She cringed a little as she swallowed the lump building in her throat. “Maybe there’s a nice top to go with this. Fluttershy, did you happen to grab a plaid jacket?” “A plaid jacket?” Fluttershy asked. “Those jackets that Applejack are always wearing.” “Oh, you mean the red patchy woolly shirts?” “Yes, dear,” droned Rarity. “The red patchy woolly shirts.” “Oh, I think that I did,” Fluttershy said. “It might be at the bottom of the bag.” “I think that I see it… Ooo! You even grabbed my pink one! This is perfect! I can work with this.” Rarity threw the pink plaid shirt, the jeans and a white undershirt over her shoulder and started to head towards the farmhouse. “Let’s get this over with.” Applejack looked at Fluttershy as Rarity ran to the house. “Red patchy woolly shirt, really?” Fluttershy twiddled her fingers. “I don’t know clothing…” “But you know a million different sewing techniques? I mean, I’ve worn a plaid shirt every day since we’ve known each other, Fluttershy.” “I’m sorry…” “I’m not mad, sugarcube,” Applejack said. “It’s just odd, is all. Now come on, we need to get to work. Some of the pigs are having belly aches and I can’t seem to shut them up about it. Do you think you can do something about that?” “I think so… it might be a bad case of glandular gas buildup, you haven’t been feeding them rotten crabapples, have you?” “‘Course not!” Applejack replied with a huff. “I feed them the same bio-meal sludge that I’ve been giving them for years, though I don’t see the big deal. The pigs have been eating gruel since forever. They’re like muddy little garbage disposals.” “Well, I’ll run back to my cottage and get my things and be back here before you know it,” Fluttershy said, taking to the air and heading in the direction of her home at the edge of the Everfree forest. Applejack sighed. “Better go and check on Rarity and make sure she didn’t do something stupid,” she said, heading towards her house. “Hey, Rare! You almost done in there?” “Just a second, dear,” Rarity called. When the mare walked out of the door, she was fully clothed, wearing the outfit that Fluttershy had thrown together in the bag with her mane done up in a ponytail. “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty to borrow a pair of your boots and one of your hair bands. I suppose Fluttershy didn’t have time to grab my shoes or some hair products as I was being forcefully removed from my home.” “I’m sure you’ll survive,” countered Applejack. “Now come on, we’ve got to get you into the gardens for your therapy.” “Do you at least have some gloves I could borrow?” Rarity asked. “If I’m going to be digging up plants like some sort of wild animal then I would at least like to spare my hands the strife of dirt scuff and possible callouses.” “You’re so dramatic, Rare,” grumbled Applejack as the two headed around the house. “Y’all should stop fussing about the little things.” “Okay, then,” the unicorn said sternly. “How about we talk about how the mare who I thought was one of my best friends decided to drag me across town half-naked?!” “… so what about the little things?” Applejack chuckled nervously. “Well, it’s about time y’all got here!” Apple Bloom called from the Apple’s garden. Rarity froze as she saw Spike and Apple Bloom digging through the dirt of the garden, pulling out some onions that had just ripened enough for harvest. The dragon was sweaty, filthy, and shirtless which let the white mare once again get a front row view of Spike’s upper half. The way the dirt was on him seemed to make him gleam in the sunlight, defining his already chiseled looks and body. “Hey, you two,” said Spike, wiping some sweat off of his brow. “Nice to see you again, Rarity. Twilight said you weren’t feeling well.” “He’s dirty in all the right places,” Rarity whispered to herself, barely audible to even herself. “Rarity, are you okay?” Spike asked again. “Are you still feeling sick?” “She’s fine,” said Applejack, giving Rarity a hard slap on the back. “After a little work she’ll be feeling like a pig in a mud pie.” “Applejack, please…” Rarity reddened. “Let’s not mention the ‘D’ word please.” “If y’all say so,” said Applejack. “Though don’t know what I’m going to call dirt that won’t make you cringe like a snake in snow. Mud, filth, muck, enlarged micro dust? There ain’t no pleasing you, Rare. But I’ll go fetch you some gloves. Even I hate picking dirt from my nails.” “Yes… please do those things you said,” said Rarity, still enthralled as Spike went back to digging through the dirt, tearing into the garden as if he were some big, sexy, animalistic Wildman. His body kept getting dirtier and dirtier with each scoop into the ground, the mud lightly coating his chest and work jeans in a thin layer of a substance that she would normally despise. It fused with his oily sweat to form a slick tannish brown scuff that seemed to make the poor mare gush with heat. “Nice day, ain’t it, Miss Rarity?” said Apple Bloom. “I wish it wasn’t so dang hot, though.” “Yes, it’s rather warm…” Rarity gulped, wiping the very unladylike sweat off her forehead. “Glad I convinced you to take your shirt off?” Apple Bloom asked Spike, grinning like a devil. “Much cooler ain’t it?” “Please,” Spike replied with a chuckle, rolling his eyes. “You just wanted to see me with my shirt off, you giant perv.” “Like there ain’t a girl in town who doesn’t want to see that,” said the young cowpony. “See, even Miss Rarity’s staring.” “I am not!” screamed Rarity, turning around to hide her violet cheeks. “I… just dozed off for a second there. There’s nothing wrong with me.” “Are you sure you’re okay?” Spike asked. “You’re acting a little odd right now.” “I can assure you, dear,” Rarity said, turning back around with an over-exaggerated smile. “See, perfectly okay!” “You don’t seem okay—“ Apple Bloom started to say. “I’m perfect like a picture!” Rarity said hastily, nervously playing with her mane. “So if you don’t mind, I’d like to drop the matter at hand and we can all just get on with our day.” “I was just asking because you’re bleeding.” “Now Apple—what did you just say, dear?” “Your nose,” Apple Bloom clarified. “It just up and started bleeding for no good reason.” “My nose?” the unicorn wondered aloud as she gently used her fingers to dab under her nostril and felt the gooey blood that had burst from there. “Oh dear, that cannot be good.” Her head started to feel a little light and she began to stumble under her own weight, her legs conveniently turning into jelly. She landed in the dirt of the garden, not caring that it had just got her outfit all messy. The glare of the sun seemed to increase as she slowly closed her eyes to block the sun and awaited for whatever that had gotten her so funny left her system. When she felt the strength return to her body, she opened her eyes to the thick tropical jungle of the Chilly Onion Rainforest. “Rarity, are y’all alright?” Applejack asked her, now dressed in a plaid safari outfit. “That coconut hit you pretty hard on the head. Thank Celestia you were wearing one of those silly looking helmets.” “I’m fine, dear,” she said, taking the offered hand of her companion. “Just a little rough and tumble. All part of the job, I suppose.” “Yep,” said Applejack. “I just hope that Dr. Fluttershy can figure out the secret to The Lost Onion, treasure of the Applelopian ponies.” “Well, that’s why we’re here,” said Rarity. “We’ll find it, even if we need to get our hands a little dirty… unfortunately.” “It’ll all be worth it in the end, Rarity,” said Applejack. “That onion is going to make us both richer than a crystal princess.” “So you keep telling me,” grumbled the mare. “I still don’t know why the Applelopians had to hide their treasures in such a place as the jungle, especially a jungle that’s so filthy and covered in so much dirt and grime and… ugh, nature.” “It’s the jungle, Rarity,” droned Applejack. “There’s dirt everywhere.” “Then let’s just get this over with.” The orange mare nodded and started to cut through the thickets of the jungle as Rarity followed while carefully observing her surroundings. She admired the tall, crisp foliages and the vines that hung about, as well as the remarkable contorted shapes of some of the trees. In its own way, the jungle was a magical place. It’s a shame that such beauty had to grow in such a dirty thing like… well, dirt. Finally, the two cut through the last bits of thickets and approached a large canyon in the middle of the forest. What it was doing there, neither of them had any idea, but after looking down both sides of the creases, it was clear that going around was not an option and the only way across was an old looking drawbridge, mossy and rotten from age; it must have been getting on in decades. “Times like this I wish I was a pegasus.” Applejack gulped, taking a tentative step onto the bridge. “Are you crazy?” Rarity gasped. “You can’t be seriously considering getting on that rickety old bridge? It looks like I’ll snap any second.” “Just don’t look down,” warned the cowpony. “As long as you don’t look down then you should be okay.” “I’m not getting on that bridge!” The white mare frowned. “It’s idiotic. I’m not going to venture down an incredibly dangerous shortcut and die falling down some cavern just because I wanted to save on travel time. I will not become my father!” “Suit yourself.” Applejack shrugged as she started to carefully cross the bridge. “See you on the other side.” “You’re just going to leave me all alone in the jungle?!” “You’ll be fine,” Applejack said with a chuckle. “It’s not like there’s anything dangerous in the jungle. At least that what I think. Fluttershy could probably give you a better idea of what’s in there.” “You’ve always inspired such confidence,” muttered Rarity. “But fine, if you insist on crossing that bridge and leaving me here then I guess I’ll see you later… unless I’m ripped apart by some Timberwolves or some other nasty creature.” “Alrighty then!” Applejack said, almost on the other side of the bridge. “Well, if you change your mind, the bridge is always here.” Rarity looked once again at the shaky and wobbly rope bridge, and the perilous drop beneath it. The pony gulped heavily as she took her first step onto the planks. “This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy,” she panicked to herself, taking another few steps. “I can’t believe I let her talk me into this.” “You’re doing great!” Applejack called from the other side. “Just keep walking forward and try not to look down if you can help it.” “Telling me not to look down isn’t going to help me, dear!” “Well, I’m just saying don’t do it.” “I had no plan to do so!” Rarity shouted back. “Why would I look down?!” “You shouldn’t, that’s what I’m saying!” “Then stop mentioning it!” “I’m not mentioning it!” Applejack yelled. “I’m just saying don’t look down!” “That’s mentioning it!” hollered the unicorn. “Look, just… please stop talking for the next five minutes, or at least until I get across this bridge.” “All you had to do was ask…” Rarity groaned as she took a few more cautious steps down the bridge, every little advance squeaking the creaky boards and sending a chill down her spine. She knew that it was too late to turn back now and once she got to the other side she would have to kill Applejack for talking her into doing something so stupid. That’s when she heard the snap. The bridge gave way from under her feet and she started to fall, screaming as she started to plummet into the abyss. Luckily, by some miracle her leg got jammed into one of the two planks of the bridge and she swung against the wall of the cavern, but she felt a searing pain in her leg as her ankle snapped. The unicorn grunted in pain as she hung helplessly from the fallen bridge, staring at her frightened and upside down friend. “Rarity, are you okay?!” Applejack called from the other side. “What the hay happened?” “I don’t know…” the unicorn called out. “The bridge gave out. You said that it would be safe!” “I thought it was!” the cowpony called back. “It didn’t break when I went over it!” “Well, that’s just lovely!” Rarity roared. “What do you suppose I do now?” “I guess try and climb up!” Applejack yelled. “I’m going to see if there’s another way across and try to meet up with you down the path. Just stay put until I get there. You’ve got food in your backpack?” “I think it slipped off my back when I fell,” Rarity said, trying to lift herself up from her hanging position and get a better grip on the bridge. “I’m going to try and climb up. I think that I can use the bridge boards as a ladder.” “Good thinking,” her friend called from across the canyon. “Get back onto solid ground and I’ll get there as soon as I can.” She watched as Applejack dashed down the length of the canyon, slowly disappearing into the distance. Rarity knew that Applejack was fast and wouldn’t rest until she found her again, but they had no way to determine the length of the abyss. It could take her friend hours upon hours to finally get to her. But she couldn’t think of that right now. Right now, Rarity needed to think about climbing up this bridge ladder and not fall to a grisly death hundreds of feet below. Using all her abdominal strength, she resisted gravity and the pain in her foot, grabbing on to the board of the fallen bridge. With a bit of painful wiggling, she freed her swollen ankle and started to climb up. Hand over hand she made steady progress, and eventually the end of the bridge was in sight. All she had to do was hold on for a few more feet… Crack! She watched in wide eyed horror as the rope snapped once again. She screamed, falling into the abyss, only this time there was nothing for her to grab a hold of. Rarity closed her eyes as she dropped, too scared to watch the rest of the fall. But something strange happened: she only fell for a brief moment before something caught her by the collar. When Rarity opened her eyes, she saw her saviour. A large, scaly, and most importantly, shirtless dragon had apparently reached out and prevented her from falling. The purple drake smiled as he started to pull her up from the cliff and placed her gently on the ground. “Are you alright?” he asked. Rarity was at a loss for words. Hovering over her was a dirt-stained dragon, filthy from years of running through the trees, digging in the mud, climbing the rocky surfaces of mountains, and so many other impressively manly things. Something about this dirty Wildman she found just so… exotic. “I’m fine now,” the unicorn said. “Thank you for saving me. What was your name again? I don’t think I caught it.” “Spike,” the dragon answered. “So what’s a pretty thing like you doing all the way in the heart of the Chilly Onion Rainforest? I didn’t see any hot air balloons or gyrocopters coming this way. Did you crash here as well?” “Crash?” Rarity wondered. “What on earth are you talking about? Me and my friends just got here by boat a few days ago. We’re looking for the Applelopian pony’s Lost Onion.” “That old relic, eh?” Spike said. “Well, good luck finding that. I came here three years ago looking for that onion and still haven’t the slightest idea where the heck it could be.” “Well, that’s very reassuring,” said the mare, mumbling as she tried to pick herself up from the ground, but she buckled under the weight of her broken ankle and collapsed back onto the ground. “Ouch! My ankle…” “Don’t move,” the dragon said, bending down on one knee and gently handling her ankle with his strong hands. “I think it’s broken. Do you mind if I take off your boot?” “If you must…” He nodded, carefully slipping off her shoe and examining her fair white foot. “It doesn’t look too bad, actually. Probably just a small sprain but I wouldn’t recommend walking on it for a while. In fact, you probably shouldn’t be up on your feet at all.” “Well, then I really am just waiting for my friend to get here now, aren’t I?” “You mean that orange pony you were traveling with?” Spike asked. “She’ll be lucky if she gets here by tomorrow night. This cavern goes on for miles. That and it looks like the stars are going to be coming out soon." “Is that a bad thing?” Rarity asked. “Not unless you have a death wish,” the dragon said. “It’s dangerous this deep in the jungle, especially at night. It’s when all the apex predators like to come out and hunt and no offence, miss, but I don’t think that you’re in any condition to be defending yourself against the terrible creatures that roam this mossy jungle.” The white mare gulped. “Oh my, that doesn’t sound good. I do hope Applejack will be okay.” “I’m sure she’ll manage. She seems like a hard apple to crack,” said Spike. “I’m more worried about you. I need to get you to safety.” “Where are we going to go?” “Trust me,” said the dragon, shuffling around on his knees until his back was presented to her. “Do you think you can grab on to my back?” “I think I can manage,” said Rarity as she slowly dragged herself on the ground, her outfit getting filthy from being dragged in the dirt. “I think I’m going to ruin my outfit,” she mumbled, getting a good grip on Spike’s tail as she pulled herself up his rough green spines. She could feel the sharp scales slicing into her clothing and tearing at the cloth. She would be lucky if any of her outfit was left by the end of this. “Do you have a good grip?” “Yes, I think so.” “Good, then hold on!” Before she knew it, the dragon took off, galloping into the forest. He was so fast and agile for someone of his size, traveling like a gazelle past the plants and other greenery of the jungle. He skillfully started to climb one of the trees and the unicorn clung on for dear life as the dragon leapt from branch to branch as he ascended the tree. When they finally got to the top of one of the flat topped trees, the sun had already set and the star were starting to awake, dotting the sky in a layer of silver glimmers. He laid her down on the nest of leaves and twigs, still being careful about her bad ankle. Spike looked to Rarity. “There, we should be safe for the night. Sorry about your outfit.” “It’s alright, Spike,” the unicorn said, looking at her shredded shirt and shorts. “At least your spines didn’t cut through my underwear. That would be rather embarrassing…” “Yeah…” He blushed. “That’d be bad.” He started to drift off as he stared at the night sky. “Sure is beautiful, the sky that is.” “It certainly is,” agreed Rarity, gazing into the starry heaven. “You don’t get skies like this back at home. There’s too much light pollution.” “I remember,” said the dragon with a chuckle. “One of the reasons I decided not to go back to civilization. That, and the balloon I came here in was torn to shred by fruit bats.” “That’s unfortunate,” said the mare empathetically. “I mean for you to be stuck here in the middle of the jungle. But at least the view is nice. Where I come from it’s hard to find such natural beauty but here it seems to be in abundance. I’ve always liked the night now that I think about it.” “Same here…” He smiled as his eyes started to admire up and down Rarity’s body. “It’s a great view.” “Oh my…” Rarity whispered with a fierce blush. It’s not like she didn’t think that the dragon was unattractive, and he definitely had certain… features that one would consider fascinating. She started to feel warm inside, her tender white body aching with yearning—yearning for this dragon. The warmness in her was the only thing that was keeping her from realizing that it was freezing up in the night air. Rarity started to shiver, now wishing that her clothes had remained a little more intact. Spike saw this and grew concerned. After looking around he quickly started to pull some of the large banana leaves off the treetops. The dragon began fashioning them into something before handing them to her. “Here, it’s not much, but it should keep you warm.” Rarity took the leaves that Spike had woven into a blanket and threw it over her shoulders. “Thank you, Spike. This is much better.” She was still shivering a little. “But I’m still a little cold.” The dragon smiled. “I think I know how to fix that,” he said, sliding over to her and wrapping one of his large, muscular arms over her shoulder, snuggling closer to her. “I’m pretty warm, so I hope you don’t mind being so close to me.” “Not at all,” she replied, beaming as she cuddled deeper into his chest, feeling the warm core of his rippling stomach. “It’s actually quite nice.” “Glad to hear that,” Spike said. “...What do you think of it here? Do you like it?” “You mean the jungle? It’s rather filthy, and I’ve always thought that all this nature bundled up like to be unnatural. But now that I’ve had a few moments to look at it I’ve really noticed the beauty of this place.” “Beauty, huh?” He smiled. “Well, ain’t that something.” “Of course,” she cooed, “it’s still nothing like the beauty next to me.” “Rarity?” “Hush,” she said, pushing the dragon down on the leaves. She shed the leaf blanket that the dragon had made for her and pinned him down with evilly lustful intent, not that he seemed to mind. “Since we’ve been stuck up here I’ve been thinking of a way of repaying you and my thoughts are becoming quite… primal.” “Wild girl, aren’t you?” Spike snickered, pressing Rarity against him. “Just a dirty little jungle mare.” He looked up at her: messy hair, dirty fur, yet still beautiful. Clean, regal mares like Rarity always seemed so much hotter when they were dirty. A sort of wonderful fantasy really. They started to lean in closer and closer, their lips almost connecting. “Rarity, are you okay?” “What?” “Sugarcube, you alright?” Rarity’s eyes started to open to the bleeding sunlight of morning. Where had she gone? Escaped reality into yet another dream? Her nose felt a little runny and her face was covered in her blood. “Oh…” She groaned, rubbing her head as she slowly got up. “How long was I out?” “Just a few seconds, Rare,” said Applejack. “You still gave us a nasty scare. Maybe you weren’t as well as I thought. Me and Fluttershy will take you back to your house.” “Yes… please and thank you, darling,” mumbled the mare as she got up. She noticed that Spike wasn’t there anymore. “Where’s Spike?” Applejack pointed over her shoulder. “He went to the house to get the first aid kit. I’ll have Bloom tell him that you’re okay and just gonna go home.” “Thank you, dear,” said Rarity as she took some shoulder support from Fluttershy and Applejack. This was the second time she had had a strange dream like this. First time a watery masterpiece and now a rough jungle run? There was something going on in her perverted little head, but it all had to do with the dragon. Spike seemed to be the trigger to these little fantasies, that she knew for sure. It was nice, if nothing else. However, she couldn’t keep doing this to herself. These dreams could get out of control if she didn’t do something about them…