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I had noticed how Rarity, my Rarity was a bit on the giddy side, and uncharacteristically excitable. She had been agreeing, and expressed her love rather openly, to me. It is what I had been dreaming of, just to hear her express these feelings for me openly; for all these years, from the day I had set my eyes on her.
Now, it seems as if I was actually to finally have, what I had been yearning for. I knew I could wait, but you never want to wait, for what you want right now.
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Apparently, she had carried me to the room, where she was staying, for as long as she was to stay at the Royal castle in Canterlot. I am so happy, excited.
I had noticed how she was reacting on how I feel, even if I guess she had been a bit too readily acting on what I had been feeling all day. Whatever caused it, I am not about to knock the opportunity, or change my luck, not now after all these years, when it finally did go as I had been hoping for.
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It is, as if there was something that prompted me to keep me close, or as close as possible at all times; that would be on her back, by the looks of it.
She had lovingly offered me gems, several times, or whenever she was having a meal herself. Maybe I couldn’t blame her, even if it was a bit more than I had been expecting.
Now, at the end of the day as Celestia’s sun is slowly going down; I had gotten to the heart of it, and reached her room. Only now, she is even more giddy.
The further she had been carrying me, the more excited had she been, and the less was my weight pulling her down; I guess Love does have the effect on a Mare. If only I had known and realized, just how true it may be, or which mare I had been riding all day.
“Spikey, Wikey; I want you to share my bed, tonight!” she had finally declared.
“Certainly, my dear; for you I would do just about anything!” I responded.
Of course, she is just as meticulous with the bed as I knew she always was; she isn’t about to give anything up, right about now.
How was I to know that the mare I had actually been riding all day, is just as meticulous about her bed; as my Rarity ever were? I guess this is telling us something about me, but also how little I know of the mare.
Maybe it is, as if I had been riding our dear Celestia around in the castle all day, but in which case I would have known it all along.
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I carefully slipped in under the soft quilt of high quality Royal fabric. She soon followed me in from the other side of the large bed.
Of course, I had been here before in the Royal castle, just not in the bed. Twilight was a very different Pony back then, and I still do not share her bed in any manner or capacity, even if I guess I have been happy where I was.
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There had been all these little hints, but as long as I had no reason to doubt the mare I had been with, I never looked into what she actually had been telling me all day. Maybe I should have, or maybe, it is just as good I never did. What would have been gained by calling the bluff? I have been happy, riding my love and she eagerly did feed me as many gems as I wanted, and the tastier once at that.
Was it the brilliant white coat, the perfectly managed mane or the style I had originally fallen in love with? I guess I still do have it all, even if the heart of the mare is different from what I had been expecting. For one, there is one particular reservation that had melted away fairly quickly; she has no problem with me being a Dragon.
Now she is having me in bed, and something is telling me just where it is about to go. Should I protest or regret, where this is going? For now, I had chosen to go with what I had, for as long as it goes my way. I relay on Future Spike to take what is coming, for as long as Present Spike can enjoy his day. I am not emptying tubs of ice-cream, so I don’t expect any tummy-aches by tomorrow.
With a mare in the bed, it is actually she who is going to have the aches in her tummy, not I. On that note, I just hope she is not giving birth to a monstrosity, but that is still for tomorrow. This is still how I am reacting, even after my previous bout with my future self.
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“Come here; Spikey, Wikey!” she cooed, even if she had been warming up even more than I had expected.
What I hear is not a mare intoxicated, but a warm and loving one; the one I had fallen in love with at first sight, and apparently managed to keep the torch burning brightly through thick and thin, throughout all these years.
She is clearly pulling closer towards me, desiring me by her side and in dire need of my warmth.
If I had but known who I had beside me, or why she was here; not to mention, the reason behind her growing desire of having me this close to her.
“Of course; my dearest Rarity!” I cooed, in response.
I could feel something pulling me towards her with increasing intensity, yet it is no magic of the kind Rarity would have been applying by any means.
Little by little, she was realing me in, and like the lovesick little Dragon I am, I am following her every move closer and closer to her; and to what I had always wanted.
Only this time, I am about to be awarded with more than I had originally been desiring in the first place. Not just that she is no mere Unicorn of Ponyville in the first place. Aspirations aside, but she never was going for quite the height I am about to set my claws upon.
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