Open Eyes
Love was a trivial matter - especially in Equestria. Love can enlighten you but it can also hurt you and twist you in impossible ways. It can corrupt a person to do drastic things and punish them for it afterwards. It can easily destroy lives and renew benevolence with the snap of a finger.
Love was powerful. And it was dangerous.
Spike had felt the sting of betrayal left by love's cruel mark only a few weeks ago. Yet despite near-impossible odds and constant counseling he managed to push through his anger and hatred and rejoin his beloved in eternal courtship. As long as love let it be that way.
But why did Spike pursue such a dangerous and corrupting form of entertainment - the simple answer is known only as addiction. He was addicted to the feeling of loving and being loved and that was something he didn't plan on giving up any time soon.
Spike was a dragon... and his mate, Sweetie Belle, was merely a unicorn. Such a companionship would be considered blasphemous - Dragons were not meant to love or even be loved by a cute and innocent girl. Yet the bonds of harmony brought them together against impossible odds and more than a few prying eyes that against them.
They had fought both each other and the forces of darkness that moved against them, yet their love remained. And along the way they picked up a few people interesting enough to call friends. Life was strange and weird like that - it held countless possibilities with endless outcomes of which could be perceived for better or worse.
Life may be strange. Yet. Life was also good - and Spike would have it no other way.
But all he had worked towards was at risk. His love, his friends, his future. Even his very life was all endangered due to the constant threat of the corrupted cult known as none-other than the Black Apple Gang, whose work marked the blood and screams upon his beloved's innocent body. Equestria was a hard place - beasts from the forest moved against the peace guarding the lands and certain corrupted individuals sought to destroy the work built over generations of hard labour and pointless politics.
The image of her soft white body being stained with the crimson essence of blood was poison to him and all he wanted was to see the beloved unicorn safe and sound. He cared not for anyone else.
His heart was pounding as the screams of the pretty little unicorn filled the heavy air and burdened him with the charge of saving her. She was in danger and Spike was the only one who could stop it. He had no idea where the two soldiers Sheela and Buzz were and he had no time to risk a reliance upon them. It was down to him and him alone. Only he stood ready to strike down the one foolish enough to disturb the peace of his Sweetie.
Without hesitation the purple dragon charged full-force into the shrieking cabin-in-the-woods only to be merely stopped by a cloaked figure all to familiar to him.
The adrenaline surged through his veins and granted him both the strength of a bull and the courage of a lion needed to eliminate the foe who stood before him. Spike was the predator and they were the prey - nothing would stand in the way of his tranquility. Not even an infamous member of the Black Apple Gang who thought it would be a good idea to mess with a dragon. He had gone beyond the point of reason and the only answer to all his problems was to plant a solid punch into the soft and fleshy face of any such fool.
And he did.
And it felt good.
No. It felt really good.
Blood sprayed along the floor as his claws bared the crimson mark of defeat of the fallen enemy whose body lay quiet and still in an eternal sleep of total darkness and failure. He smirked as he brandished the blood as warpaint under his eyes. It was time to end the threat that had plagued the safety of the one he held so close for over a year now... and without a doubt the kill would nothing but satisfying.
And so soon followed more screams. But not from Sweetie Belle, instead from the one who held her demonic values too close and brandished her beliefs firmly upon a false foundation. Diamond Tiara was meeting her fate... and a bloody one at that. Yet the trickster mare had more than a few surprises up her sleeve as she lured the the blood-crazed and vengeance-thirsty dragon into a false sense of security before striking out with dangerous sorcery and dark magic.
He fell to the floor and felt the light draining from his vision as blackness slowly crept its way into his consciousness. He coughed and sputtered, but before his mission met its failure he would have one final stand against the villainous earth pony who marked all the apparent danger.
He rose to his feet and his cold, hungry eyes met the deathlike and stillness of her's. It was darkness against darkness. But one darkness was lighter than others. He held the spark of hope close to his heart as the still body of Sweetie lay cold and bloody upon the heavenly silks that lined her place of rest.
He let out a slow, low growl and charged full-force at the demonic villain who cursed his adolescence and forced his hand to murder those who stood in his way. He was not a killer, but he certainly not a pacifist and there was no way he would allow the one he cherished most to be harmed by the ill that haunted their sanctity.
"You're done for!" He snarled and pinned Diamond against the wall. She was rendered useless and was to suffer the fate of whatever Spike chose. She was in her rightful place and the fear emanated from her as the tremor of her pupils enlightened her of her misconception and the imminent end that drew ever closer.
She begged and pleaded desperately for the merciless dragon to let her go free. She was still so young and had an entire life to live for. She wanted to see the morning light of the days that would follow. She did not wish to die today... Nor any day marked before her allocated time.
"Please.... PLEASE!!!" she yelled helplessly and found herself confined to no action but the limited use of squirming and wriggling. "I beg you! Let me go! Please!" she was shaking tremendously as the cold eyes of her foe pierced her and destroyed any morale she possessed. Spike was right about one thing - she was done for. There was no denying that now.
Spike smirked upon the helplessness forced upon the writhing filth but never the less he was no murderer and he was prepared to spare her life... but at a cost, "And what would you do if I released you?" he asked but showed no sign of letting up as he spoke strong and asserted his dominance over her. Her fear was nothing but pleasure him.
"I.... I'll leave.... I'll never come back... I promise!" the desperation her voice composed was music to his eyes. He felt utter satisfaction from hearing her stutter and squeak. Payment was due - and she was paying with her life.
"Where will you be going?" the dragon held his eyes upon her's and relished this moment as he knew it would be over too quickly. He was going to let the beast go and watch her run mad for her life... and the very sight of seeing that smirk wiped off her face was enough for him.
"I'll... I'll go home... To mummy and daddy! I promise!" tears streamed down the young girls face and the realisation of her drastic actions finally caught up with her. She had been told her entire life that the good guys always win and yet she denied the words their justice by opposing them. She now knew how foolish she had been by trusting her faith in a false benevolence as the consequences grew from the seeds of carelessness and recklessness. This was it for her. She was no longer a member of the Black Apple Gang. She was prepared to renounce that life in mere seconds if the dragon would allow her too.
"And will you leave this 'gang'?"
"Yes!" she answered without hesitation and the crumbling heap of flesh that had once called herself an enemy of Spike was let go and fell helplessly to the floor. She did naught against her aggressor and acted the role of the innocent victim by curling up in a ball and bawling her eyes out. They were tears of happiness but her action were of the opposite. She was relieved that Spike had showed her mercy where she would have not but she distraught from the actualisation of the limits of her powers. She was weak and helpless - a feeling she had never felt before and one that no one should ever have to feel.
They were safe.
Spike's mission was complete.
The dashing dragon had saved his beautiful princess from further harm and sealed the agreement of permanent sanctity from Diamond Tiara's wrath. All was looking up again and Spike was finally able to relax.
His anger was vented and he allowed his exhausted body to fall gently to the soft silks that Sweetie had kept for herself and lie lovingly next to her. Her soft body gave of a warmth that only she could satisfy and all he could do was merely smiled.
They ran through the fields of spring as the pink and purple flowers tickled their ankles. Sweetie and Spike together again. Enjoying none-other than each others company in a hopefully long and prosperous time of peace. They were cute together and despite being from different races they seamlessly formed a perfect match - bound by a loving harmony.
The sky was a peaceful cyan with soft, fluffy clouds taking form of various shapes and sizes that patterning the overhead view and it didn't take the loving couple long to realise the beauty around them. They lay cutely in the tall grass under a tree with hand in hand.
The difference between the two was staggering. Spike had grown exponentially taller and Sweetie voice had matured to a state of utter beauty as she softly hummed the lyrics of the very first song she had sung to him upon the grounds of Canterlot's most prestigious school. Peaceful memories were all that floated around the scenic landscape as the two of them lay in silence... as one.
"I love you Sweetie Belle," Spike spoke happily and eyed his love with nothing but care and respect. Although they had been through a lot with seamlessly endless despair they were together at last, hand in hand and bound forever by blossoming courtship.
"I love you too Spiky," she replied and giggled cutely, poking his nose.
Spike found himself drawn to the fine look of her body. Not just her curves or sizes but also by the purity and innocence of external figure. Her white fur marked unmatched beauty and her curled pink and purple hair and tail seemed to only further pursue the perfection of her image. To him - she was remarkably beautiful and there was no doubt that he would risk his life for her. He had done it when charging head first into Diamond's intrusion and he would do it again without hesitation.
"You're beautiful, Sweetie," he said in awe with his hand running the lengths of her blue dress hemmed with purple lace.
"Aww. Thanks Spiky. But you're just saying that,"
"No. I mean it,"
"Really?"
"Of course I do,"
"Thank you," she kissed him quickly, but before she could pull away Spike grabbed hold of her and pulled her in closer. His green eyes meeting the emerald colour of her's and continuing the kiss - only deeper.
It was like heaven. The sheer wetness of her lips against his was unmatched against any pleasure he had felt before and it had been so long since he was last granted the bounty of such a remarkable experience. But now that he was reliving the thrill of her taste again he was addicted to her. He was lucky to have her as a girlfriend. She was smart, beautiful, ambitious and was clearly a spectacular kisser. He was a lucky boy and she was his blessed princess. No other couple across Equestria would match their loyalty and compassion for one another - their love was truly something special.
"Spike!" called out a voice that belonged to neither one of them. "Spike wake up!"
A wave of confusion washed over the young dragon, but a sharp pain in the back of his head snapped him from the luscious dream world to reality. There stood Sergeant Sheela and the charming little Sweetie Belle.
Spike sighed. It was all just a dream - well not all of it. Their love was still strong and the compassion they shared for one another would surely convert that dream to reality.
Now he hoped to return to the fields of spring when the flowers tickles and sky charmed - where the love's pleasant and girl with him cares just as much about him as he does for her.
And to think. Not even a few days ago had they hated each other, vowing to never speak again and wishing for a vengeful aftermath of their feelings - but that was behind them and now they started anew. Stronger than ever. This dream was proof.
Spike merely smiled, all was good. And it was to only ever get better.
"Why are you smiling Spike?" she asked.
"Because you're here beautiful."