//------------------------------// // Anabirthary // Story: Hard Court Press // by Hillbe //------------------------------// Anabirthary Spike and Rarity strolled along the cool cobble stone path Ponyvilles second most favorite couple had a grand time, dinner dancing smooching and other games reserved for such lovers at a small party held in the crystal castle hosted by who else. They shared a moment on the bridge hers eyes shimmering in the moon light Spike couldn't help himself as he cleared his throat he nervously shuffled his feet and got down on one knee. Rarity beamed and pranced in place watching her knight in anticipation of that special event she quietly squealed when he reached in his pocket and pulled out a hankie and begin to blow his nose. "Spike of all the things you could of done . . .Of all things I just . . .Just". She was speechless at his display of - of whatever. He then returned the soiled cloth to it's final resting place and raised a small hand mirror motioning her to take it. "I know it's been a little freaky with how everything was happening with everything and all I was wondering if we can have a do over?" She scanned the reflection and took notice of the added wear and tear of a years worth of events the twins and being alive after the numerous calls of duty for any and all of Equestrias fashion emergencies and real life and death situations devoid of fashion. "Spikey what do you mean a 'do over" She stared into the mirror "Am I no longer beautiful is that it? I'm an old nag?" Claws extended into the cobble stones turning them to pebbles and dust "An old ugly nag is that what I am Spike?" Smoke wafted over the two as she continued "I thought we had something special completely different from the other ponies". She gritted her teeth starring down the drake "So you want a 'do over' after I had your children after all those years waiting?" Spike grasped the mirror changing the angle Rarity looked at the new image that came in to view her eyes focused on her horn. "I should of done this right after I flamed your shop and do things the way a gentle colt would of done with none of this secret stuff". The ring on her horn was encrusted with four gems , Two for the odd couple and two for the twin pongons. Spike lowered the mirror and looked into her eyes the pupils were slits smoke came from her muzzle her dainty claws gripped the dragon in a hug "And to think I thought I was an old nag how silly of me after all we did have the civil ceremony ". Spike grabbed her hoof and pulled it up into view of his marsh mellow she looked and with a shrug held Spikey "I guess we need another gem or two in a few months Twilight said this could happen again". Spike was now reduced to a single brain celled mate processing a hundred thoughts flooding through "TILT" PINBALL REFERENCE Rarity stared at her precious scales her muzzle puffing smoke rings over his entire body carving the puffy bits with her dainty hoofed claws musing thoughts and smoke into fashionable styles fit for royalty. The wisps of whimsy continued billowing flowing with her every breath and hoof movement Spikes brain cell still over loaded. Pinkie popped into Raritys view giving her a start. "What did Twilight say about this popping up into a private situation?" She smoothed out the wrinkles in Spikes tunic eyeing the Pinkie like a mother hen er mother pongon. "Aweverypony'spassedoutbackatthecastleandIhadnothingfuntodoso" Miss Pie was interrupted by a motherly voice. "Pinkie please slow down I can't understand the words coming out of your mouth". She puffed out a smoke top hat. "Again?" "Aw everyponie's passed out back at the castle and I had nothing fun to do sooooo" She took a breath "You had too much fun". Rarity blushed and eyed the drake in a smoke woven smoking jacket tunic and top hat, smiling she said "Yes now didn't I". _________________________/)O<3O(\__________________________ A royal guard poked a bobbin pole in the charred remains of a kitty basket it's former toasted occupant hissing a pussy fit and fit to be tied. "Come here Opal kitty kitty kitty". The hapless guard coaxing the freshly fried mouse trap. "Ya know you can't stay in that old basket of yours - Sweetie it's your cat make her move". Apple Bloom hissed. "She's not my cat it's Raritys and even she has real issues with it". Scootaloo just looked on "Don't look at me I already lost some pen feathers from that fur lined buzz saw on a good day". The guard laid down the gauntlet enough of this pussy footing around, reaching down to the more than angry feline the guard forgot he laid down the gauntlet and his bare hooves were no match to the fuzz balls can opener like claws. He pranced a wicked dance with wicked words that even Apple Bloom had to cover the pongon foals ears. He spun in circles leaping rolling bobbing while thrashing his hooves signaling his end to sanity his final moments in Equestria before his blood and fur became a forgotten chapter in the history of his service in the Royal Guard. Opal zeroed in and her fangs hit pay dirt the prize of prizes Chomp! ""I Yeeee I Yeeee yo hagga hagga Ghaaaaa fugal fugal hunnnnnnaaa! @#$#@!!**&&#@" His dance with the devil was cut short with a knock at the entrance. Apple Bloom answered the door of the Boutique as the rest looked on, Standing on the threshold was a dark figure in a cloak yellow eyes with slit pupils scanned the area a fanged smile pursed his lips letting out a howl as he entered unopposed. "What's the problem buttercup? " He hissed "She's like all your other mare friends showing you a hard time and leaving you hurt". The crusaders stared seeing the cloak drop exposing leathery wings, midnight blue armor and a snout full of razor sharp teeth. Opal the Bar-B-Qed kitty saw the dark toothy form looming over her let out a hiss and exited stage left in a charcoal cloud. The three foals took a breath "Buttercup? Your name is Buttercup? Mr. Royal Guard I can protect you like Buttercup?" The thestral looked at the Crusaders and cocked his head rolling his eyes "What he didn't give you his full name?" "He only gave us his initials 'B.C.' for Big Club or was it Boys Club?" Sweetie Belle said her tone under cutting the mood. Buttercup scowled at the Lunar guard "You're late to your post!" He shook his throbbing hoof "You missed all the action". "You're relieved now and nothing in the S.O.P. about being prompt after the promotions list getting issued". "Hay I put in for a staff position this cycle what's it say about me?" "Pending review" "What?" "It said pending review". "I swear that commander hates us this is the seventh time I applied". "No Buttercup that can't be true the Commander doesn't hate us, He hates you!" "Now that I'm relieved I'm going back to the barracks and hit the hay". "No so fast you better get to the infirmary you're reporting to sick call and have your hoof looked at". "It's not so bad". "You got blood and fur all over the floor". "It's just a scratch". "Is that bone?" "It's a hoof nail". "No it's not". "Yes it is". "You sure? It goes up to your elbow". The bell rang over the boutiques door Rarity carried Spike in her magic as Pinkie bounces along beside her. "Look at all the fur and blood all over my floor!" Rarity roared "Who did this!" "Blood?" "Blood!" "Blood?" A thud of a fainting body was heard throughout the room. "Buttercup?" " For a Royal Guard he sure is squeamish" Apple Bloom looked at the slumped stallion. "Dang It's only a little scratch" Scootaloos eyes rolled. "Rarity you and Spike did it again didn't you! You need to get separate beds, no separate rooms!" Sweetie teased "Wait till you and Button Ma....." "Oh look Buttercup's moving" Sweetie Belle darted up the stairs to her second floor guest room and slammed the door. Spike came out of his coma still floating by Rarity looking at the sight below "Gee Buttercup what you do this time?" "Everypony hates me Happy anabirthary you two". Pinkie laid on the floor looking into Buttercups eyes her smile big her plot high in the air "I don't hate you-It's your anabirthary too?"