Spike and Rarity were walking down the dimly light tunnel.
"Oh, right here!" Rarity said, pointing to part of the wall. Spike started to dig, and after a couple of seconds he struck something hard and shiny. A gem.
"Oh, it's perfect!" Rarity squealed.
Just like you, Spike thought. Rarity looked back at the wagon that Spike was towing behind him.
"Ok, I think that's enough," she said. "And now, for your reward." Spike turned towards Rarity.
"Rarity, you don't have to-" his words caught in his throat. Rarity was starting slowly walk towards him, and was doing it sexily.
"Um, Rarity, what are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm about to give you your reward," Rarity purred before pouncing on him.
Spike woke up breathing heavy.
Oh, wow, that dream was so realistic, he thought. Twilight started moving.
"Spike, are you ok?" she asked. She then started sniffing the air.
"Ah, man, did you have another wet dream?" she asked. Spike looked down at his covers and noticed the smell. He sighed.
"It appears so," he said. "Sorry."
"Don't be. That's supposed to happen," Twilight said. "Although that is the fourth time this week."
"Yeah, maybe this is some kind of warning?" Spike suggested.
"I doubt it. Is it just the sheets?" Twilight asked. Spike started sniffing around.
"Yes. Good," he said. "When do you think this will stop?"
"It might not," Twilight said. Suddenly, there was the sound of screaming outside the house. Twilight and Spike looked out the window.
"Stay here!" Twilight commanded.
"Why?" Spike asked.
"Because you could get hurt!" Twilight yelled as she flew out the window.
Sorry Twilight, I have to make sure that Rarity is ok, Spike thought as he ran through the door and towards Rarity's house. Up until this point he hadn't known what was attacking, and he hadn't really cared, but now he saw.
"Parasprites? Wow, I thought we would have been better defended for them," Spike said aloud. He managed to make it to Rarity's house without getting hurt. He looked at the house and thought Ok, looks like she's safe, but then the screaming started.
Ok, maybe not, he thought as a ran into the house. He looked around, wondering where she was, but then there was another scream, and he ran upstairs. He started looking into rooms, hopping to find her. He was starting to lose hope when he found her and Sweetie Bell, cornered by dozens of parasprites, in front of a window. She was wacking at them with a fly swatter, and was doing really good, until Spike noticed some of them carrying a desk over her. She obviously didn't notice, because she wasn't moving.
"Rarity, move!" Spike yelled. She didn't hear him, so he did the only thing he could think of. He charged at her and pushed her and Sweetie Bell out of the window. He was about to jump out after them when the parasprites dropped the desk. The pain he felt was brief.
When they found his body, the scales where already falling off and the flesh was mostly rotted. Twilight managed to explained that dragons decomposed faster then poines through her tears, and was comforted by her also crying friends. His funeral was quick, and it was obvious that the entire town had liked him, and was going to honer him, if the grave stone, which was a statue of him, was anything to judge by. By pony standards, he definitely died too young, but by dragon standards, it was basically like he had barely just been born. The crowds were starting to thin, and in no time, it was just his closest friends. After about half an hour, they started walking home back to the castle, comforting Twilight all the way. However, it was when they started to walk away when Spike's skeleton started to move.