Chapter Nine
Spike was awoken by a light ‘hooing’. Pulling his covers over his face, he decided to ignore it hoping the sound would just go away.
“Hoo-hoo.” Pulling his pillow out from under his head, Spike clamped it over his ears and buried his head into his basket. “Hoo-hoo.”
“Just five more minutes,” Spike groaned.
“Hoo-hoo.” Spike felt a weight land on his pillow. “Hoo-hoo.” A beak started pecking at the top of his exposed head.
“Alright I’m up, I’m up,” Spike yawned.
The weight lifted off him and he stood up. He began systematically stretching every muscle in his body, causing each individual bone to crack, making some crack twice just for the fun of it. Wiping the dust out of his eyes Spike was faced with Owlowiscious.
“Hoo-hoo,” the owl chirped whilst flying around his head, “hoo-hoo.”
“I said I’m up already.”
“Hoo.”
“Me, I’m up.” The owl’s black beady eyes seemed to be staring straight into Spike’s soul. “You’re a little creepy, you know that right?”
“Hoo.” Owlowisious turned his head all the way around, flying backwards to perch next to a small purple analogue clock.
Spike rubbed the last of the sand out of his eyes before fumbling out of his basket, the dim light of the moon being his only guide. Picking up the clock, it read 06:15.
“Thanks for the early wake up,” Spike said, “and did you keep Twilight up late last night?”
“Hoo.”
“Twilight,” Spike was getting slightly irritated, “did you keep her up studying, like we agreed?”
The owl flew over to a large double bed and perched on the head. Twilight Sparkle lay fast asleep on top of her duvet, decorated with the night sky. Books were spread all over the bed and an open one lay inches from her muzzle. Sighing softly, Spike collected up each of the books, marked her page with a bookmark that resembled a crescent moon and stacked all of them neatly next to her bedside cabinet. Grabbing his blanket, Spike laid it over the purple unicorn before dabbing a small trickle of drool from Twilight’s lips. She smiled before curling herself further under the blanket. Giving her a kiss on the forehead, Spike smiled down at the purple pony. He gave her a hug, gently so not to wake her, before quietly tiptoeing out the room.
Making his way to the kitchen, Spike pored himself a bowl of cereal and sprinkled it with some crushed up sapphires. Crunching down his delectable gemstones, whilst barely tolerating the wheat which made up the bulk of his breakfast, Spike burped into existence his Sunday checklist. Ticking off ‘Get up early’ and ‘Eat breakfast’, he groaned at the next item on the agenda: ‘Wash and Wax’.
The purple dragon standing in front of Spike was looking exceptionally handsome today. His purple scales had been waxed and polished to perfection, not an inkling of dirt was visible. His shiny scales reflected as perfectly as the mirror in front of him, creating an endless stream of dazzling Spikes. Running his snake like tongue along his teeth, Spike closely inspected each and every one; they were spotless, as white as snow and freshly trimmed, so his front teeth only peeped out his mouth.
“Looking good Spike, looking real good,” Spike told his reflection.
Showing off his muscle, Spike marvelled at his creation. Admiring himself from a few different angles, Spike couldn’t help but feel his confidence rising. The early morning start was going great, sure it has taken me a good hour but it’ll all be worth it, Spike thought.
Spike crept out the library, having made sure that he’d tidied everything away and left Twilight a note saying he wouldn’t be back till later. He had left the note vague on purpose, as he wasn’t sure how public Sweetie Belle wanted the date, better safe than sorry, Spike shrugged. He closed the front door with masterful skill, which came from countless practice of sneaking off (normally when Twilight went off on one of her rambles). Spike breathed in the cool crisp morning air. The sky was populated by several grey clouds, which were glittered with specks of sunlight. It was far too early to have expected Rainbow Dash to have cleared the skies, hardly anypony was up and about at this time. The only pony Spike could see, on the usually bustling streets, was a navy blue unicorn; he had a scarf to match his coat and levitated a cup of coffee in front of him. The unicorn’s cutie mark gave him away as some kind of architect. Spike couldn’t recall seeing him in town before, oh well just another Pinkie Pie welcome party to looked forward to, thought Spike, maybe I can take Sweetie Belle! Spike’s eyes lit up and he walked off with a skip in his step.
There it stood, in front of Spike, an impenetrable fortress of white and blue. The purple gate bared any entrance the baby dragon may have wanted to gain, its diamond eyes watching him mercilessly as he paced in front of, Carousel Boutique. Spike had come armed with the finest weapons his modest pocket money would allow: mint chocolate cupcakes from Sugarcube corner and white roses he’d bought from Rose.
An overwhelming emptiness had passed over Spike, a chasm had awoken in him and was draining any positive sensation he could think of. All that was left was doubt. Checking the sun, Spike made it at around half nine, I’m early, he thought. But am I the right amount of early, I don’t want to seem too eager do I? Or do I? Shaking his head, he inspected his sleek scales again. They’re nowhere near good enough! Spike yelled in his head, how could I have possibly thought this was good enough. He slid his tongue along his teeth, and my teeth should be at least a few millimetres shorter… oh, what will Sweetie Belle think? Taking a few minutes to get over his anxiety, Spike reckoned he had killed about five minutes. Deciding that things couldn’t get much worse and he would most likely have to run home and wash himself all over again, Spike was about to leave, when the door to Carousel Boutique slid open. Out trotted Rarity, her nose upturned at a bag of rubbish she was levitating in front of her. As she dumped the bag into her garbage can, she spotted Spike standing frozen to the spot.
“Well, good morning Spike.” Her eyes darting to the treats Spike held in his arms. “And what brings you here on this fine morning.”
“I’m here to see Sweetie Belle,” whispered Spike.
“Well aren’t you just the cutest Spikey wikey, bringing my little sister all these dashing presents, what a true gentlecolt.”
Spike couldn’t help blushing.
“Well you’re certainly doing a lot better than all the other colts Sweetie Belle has come over,” Rarity said nonchalantly.
Spike felt his throat clamp shut, as he started choking on air.
“Oth-huh colt-huh friends-huh,” Spike spurted.
“I’m only teasing you, Spike,” Rarity giggled, “my little sister has never had a colt home before, you must be very special.” She gave him an innocent wink.
Spike’s choking ceased and he composed himself. He tried to send a glare at Rarity for such a cruel prank, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
“Now, Spike darling, I am most distraught to tell you that Sweetie Belle is feeling a little under the weather today,” Rarity’s tone changed to that of a protective sister, “and therefore I must insist that she do nothing to, strenuous.”
Rarity cocked an eyebrow at Spike. He wasn’t sure how to handle the news. On the one claw he was upset that Sweetie Belle was ill and therefore they couldn’t hang out. But on the other claw this gave him an opportunity to retreat, regroup and make sure their next date was perfect.
“Could I, at least go in and see her,” Spike asked, “if only to give her these?”
Rarity pondered the request for a few seconds, although the glimmer in her eye already gave away her answer.
“I suppose so, yes, I’m sure she would appreciate it.” Rarity turned to Spike one last time, “But no funny business mister.”
Rarity gave Spike an ‘I’ve got my eye on you’ look, before leading him into the boutique.
Spike couldn’t remember how he got here, he couldn’t recall going into the boutique, climbing the stairs or the hallway. All that he could focus on was the door in front of him. It was painted white and covered in glitter from top to bottom, shimmering gold, silver and pink as the hallway light reflected off the baby stars. A large pink piece of paper was stuck to the door, it read ‘Sweetie Belle s room’ ; each letter was constructed out of different coloured gem, which had been glued on with little care but a lot of love. Just below the sign dangled a picture on a piece of string. The picture showed the white filly offering a hug to the viewer, with a small golden message that read ‘Come in!’
Curious, Spike turned the picture round, on the back was another picture that showed an angry Sweetie Belle. It was actually rather comical as she tried to look as angry as possible, but still looked unbelievably cute; it too had a golden message, ‘Go away!’
Spike tentatively opened the door. A stream of light crept in through a slight opening in the curtains. The walls were painted pink, with posters of various singers and bands decorating the canvas; there was no similarity between each one. One poster depicted four teenage colts, each sporting a rather feminine mane style, strewn across a beach in rather suggestive poses. Whereas the poster right next to it was of a mares face, her entire coat had been dyed black except or a tiny area below her left eye, which had been made to look like a tear drop. Her other eye was completely covered by her black mane, which had red highlights at the end. Across the top of the poster read ‘Light Lies and Darkness Deceives’. Charming, thought Spike.
To his right stood a large white wardrobe, with hearts for handles, as well as a chest of drawers. To his left was a four poster bed, a light blue duvet covered a white sleeping unicorn. Sweetie Belle’s naturally bouncy mane was sagging against her face and her coat had a grey tinge to it. A sharp pain pierced Spike’s chest, he couldn’t explain it, but the sight of the filly was wrong. She just doesn’t look right without a smile on her face.
Deciding not to dordle Spike looked for somewhere to leave his gifts. The bedside cabinet was full of medicine (which Spike was very happy not tasting) and a glass of water, which sat next to a picture of Rarity and Sweetie Belle. Spying a small desk next to the window, Spike made his way over. A rainbow of papers and colouring pens were scattered across it, in an organised chaos only the fillies’ mind could understand. Clearing a small area, Spike placed the flowers and box of cupcakes down. The wall in front of the desk caught his attention, it was smothered with photos. At first glance it appeared they had been pinned to the wall at random, but as Spike looked closer, he could tell that every picture, placement and position had been calculated to the nth degree. Each photo had been organised and lovingly place with a precise pink pin. On the edge of the collage were pictures of Sweetie Belle with her parents, no two locations were the same. One showed them atop the pony of liberty, another with Sweetie riding atop a stone dragon outside a museum. Deeper into the collage were pictures of Sweetie from her younger years, Celestia she is adorable. Further in showed pictures of the Cutie Mark Crusaders in various antics, one of which was all three of them in their talent show costumes. Although Spike hadn’t realised at the time, he liked Sweetie Belle in the costume; the way it clung to her showed off her sleek figure, her mane looking so out of place and rebellious. Spike suddenly realised he was getting very hot and felt like he had Parasprites in his belly. He moved onto the centre pictures, but decided one day (if he ever plucked up the courage) he would ask her to put that on again.
The picture at the core of the collage was of Sweetie Belle, her parents and Rarity at the beach. Sweetie Belle’s dad was buried in sand all the way up to his neck and her mum was balancing on a behemoth beach ball. On the left stood Rarity, a pair of stylish sun glasses perched on her forehead and on her back stood Sweetie Belle, her dad’s signature hat balanced precariously upon her head. The picture looked like a postcard; the clear blue sky allowed the sun’s dazzling rays to shimmer off the sea in the background. All four ponies were smiling at Spike, each wearing their cheesiest grins. But none of them looked happier than Sweetie Belle, in fact, Spike couldn’t think of a time he had seen anypony as happy as she looked.
“Spike?”
Spike turned around to address the weak whisper. Sweetie Belle’s ears lay flat against her head and she could barely lift her head off the pillow.
“Hey Sweetie,” Spike replied. He spoke very softly, fearing that merely speaking loudly might break the sick filly. Spike walked over to Sweetie Belle’s bed side as she coughed roughly into her hoof. “How you feeling?”
“Never better, all ready for our date.” Sweetie Belle gave a weak smile.
“I don’t think that’s a great idea Sweetie, you seem a little, sick.”
“No, I’m fine.” Sweetie Belle attempted to push herself up with her fore hooves. They wobbled like jelly under the strain, before she collapsed back onto the soft bed. “Ok (cough) maybe I’m not 100%, but-”
Spike cut her off with a single claw to her lips. He gave her what he hoped was an understanding smile, then she burst into tears. Spike quickly pulled her into a fierce hug, letting her cry into his shoulder. The thick tears trickled down his scales as he let Sweetie Belle wash out all of her emotions.
“I-I’m sorry (sniff), It’s just I wa-was looking forward to thi-is all we-eek and it wa-as going to be per-erfect and we-e were gonna have so much fun and…” Sweetie Belle continued to bawl into Spike’s shoulder, occasionally muttering some intangible babble.
“It’s ok Sweetie, its ok,” Spike reassured her.
He began making small circular movements with his claw against her back. Sweetie Belle’s soft fur tickled as his claw brushed across it. With each circle Sweetie Belle relaxed a little bit more, ceasing her rambling. Sweetie Belle gripped him like a vice. She seemed to think that if she let Spike go, he would disappear. Spike could feel her tears channel through his scales, feel her heartbeat thump against his chest, smell her strawberry scented mane… wait what. The aroma was intoxicating. What he had mistaken for as strawberries now smelt like raspberry? Or is it kiwi? What now it smells like melted chocolate! The rainbow of fumes assaulted Spike’s senses making his head tingle, which quickly spread all the way down to his tip toes.
A soft giggle in his ear brought Spike back to reality. Sweetie Belle had stopped crying and apparently caught him taking whiffs of her mane. She didn’t seem to mind however, resting her head on his -now admittedly wet- shoulder, nuzzling into his cheek. Closing their eyes, they held each other, letting their body heat dry off Sweetie Belle’s tears, as Spike continued to gently massage her back.
A course of heat consumed Spike, followed by a platter of panic. What do I do now? Do I keep holding her? I mean I like holding her, she’s so soft and warm and smells so good. But if I do that she might think I’m weak softy and fillies want a big, strong, fierce partner, right? What if she doesn’t like hugging me? Let’s face it, it can’t be very nice having to hug my coarse rough scales. I should break the hug. What if she likes it? Come on Spike pull it together! You’re a dragon! A dragon Celestia damn it, you can decide whether or not to keep a hug going! Right?
As if reading his mind, Sweetie Belle nuzzled his cheek, nestling her head further onto his shoulder as if she meant to sleep there. Spike smiled and lightly rested his head on hers.
“Spike?” Sweetie Belle hoarsely whispered.
Spike answered with a simple ‘mmm’.
“Could you stay with me today?” She coughed into his shoulder, “if it’s not too much trouble.”
Spike lifted his head off hers and stared into her eyes, her glorious green eyes. “Nothing would make me happier.”
Sweetie Belle’s face seemed to light up as if she was the sun itself. She leaned in and gave Spike a kiss on the cheek. Every fibre of Spike suddenly shut down, expect for that cheek. Every ounce of him, every thought, every feeling was focussed on that single moment. Like a pebble dropped into a pond, a feeling of unfathomable happiness rippled from Spike’s cheek, coursing through him, body and soul.
The door crept open, allowing the entrance of a certain white mare. Spike looked over at Rarity. A single eyebrow raised at him caused Spike to sheepishly untangle himself from Sweetie Belle and hop off her bed. Although Sweetie Belle gave a cute whine at her and Spike being separated, she also felt Rarity’s gaze fall upon her and so put up little resistance.
“Now darling how are you feeling?” Rarity asked as she trotted over to Sweetie Belle.
“Oh I’m fine, really I don’t need anything” Sweetie Belle emphasised. Spike couldn’t help but think Sweetie Belle was hinting for Rarity to leave.
Rarity chose to ignore these not so subtle prompts, as she stuck her hoof against Sweetie Belle’s forehead.
“No you most certainly are not. I mean look at you dear, I simply must insist on more bed rest.” Sweetie Belle moaned at Rarity’s diagnose, “I would have been up earlier if I wasn’t so swamped with orders, I tell you the weeks leading up to the Gala are the most stressful of the whole year.”
An idea popped into Spike’s head. “You know Rarity, I could look after Sweetie Belle.”
The two white unicorns turned to look at him; one wore a face of absolute delight, whilst the other seemed to become anxious.
“Really Spike, I wouldn’t want to trouble you, I mean what if you wind up sick?” Rarity countered.
“Oh it’s no trouble, plus I’ve never been sick a day in my life,” whilst that wasn’t strictly speaking true, what was true is that Spike was almost never ill so he doubted he would catch whatever Sweetie Belle had, “plus it would give you all the time you needed to work on your dresses.”
Rarity stroked her chin, clearly weighing the merits of Spike’s suggestions. “It would allow me to stay on schedule.” She turned to Sweetie Belle, “as long as it’s ok with you dear.”
“Yeah!” Sweetie Belle cracked, “Spike can take care of me” her voice was starting to return to its bubbly self.
With that Rarity made her way to the door, turning back one last time “I’ll be up as often as I can and remember, you only have to ask if you need anything.” With that she left to return to her work.
As soon as Rarity was out of ear shot, Spike turned to Sweetie Belle and knelt on one knee.
“I am at your service my lady, anything you require shall be yours,” Spike spoke in his noblest voice.
Sweetie Belle just stared at him for a second, a look of confusion painted on her face. Quickly catching on she giggled, causing Spike’s confidence to well spike.
“Could you get me some tablets and water please,” she asked.
“As you wish, Lady Belle.” Spike swiftly stood up, gathered the required items and passed them to Sweetie Belle bowing his head as he did so.
“Thank you Sir Spike.”
As she swallowed the tablets, Spike collected the flowers and cupcakes. Offering them nervously to Sweetie Belle.
“For you, Sweetie.”
I just can’t stop calling her that.
“Oh Spike, they’re lovely.” She took the flowers and gave them a clogged sniff before moving onto the cupcakes, “MINT CHOC CHIP!” With speed Spike didn’t even know was possible, Sweetie Belle had scoffed a cupcake whole into her mouth.
She took some lengthy chews, giving off an occasional moan before finally swallowing. Before she had even finished swallowing another of the delectable treats was in her mouth.
“Hwbibooonowoo”
“What?” asked Spike.
Sweetie Belle swallowed before answering. “How did you know these were my favourite?”
“Well, you know Pinkie Pie.”
Sweetie Belle nodded in acknowledgment before taking a bite out of another minty masterpiece. She held one out to Spike, whilst spluttering crumbs all over her duvet. Despite how tasty it looked, Spike was rather put off by Sweetie Belle’s, less than lady like eating habits. He merely shook his head, so Sweetie Belle simply shrugged and scoffed the cupcake in her already occupied mouth.
Deciding to move on, lest Sweetie Belle suffocate herself, Spike scanned the room.
“So, you like music?”
Sweetie Belle swallowed her impressive mouthful “I love music, the way musicians and singers sync their talents to create something so wonderful!” she gave a soft sigh before lying back on her bed, “it’s just harmony incarnate if you ask me.”
“So what genre is your favourite?”
“I don’t look at it that way.”
“What way?”
“I don’t think music should be segregated into different types, you know, to me music is just music,” Sweetie Belle looked straight into Spike’s eyes, “It’s like me asking you what type of pony is your favourite, Earth, Unicorn or Pegasus.”
Spike stood baffled for a second, pondering the question, “I don’t have a favourite,” he stated, “I just think of you all as ponies.”
“That’s how I see music, each genre, artist and song may be different, but in the end at their core their all the same.”
“So is that why you have so many posters?” Spike asked, addressing the various music posters scattered across the walls.
Sweetie Belle gave a small cough before taking a swig of water. “I picked all these up from concerts.”
“What, you picked all these up from one concert?”
“No silly, I got one from each concert I’ve seen,” Sweetie Belle giggled.
Spike’s mouth dropped open, “How have you seen so many?”
“Mum and Dad took me when we were travelling.”
Spike just stared at her, he felt like he should know what she was talking about, come on Spike remember, you must of heard something about Sweetie Belle travelling. When nothing came to mind his stomach began to churn.
Sweetie Belle gave him a weak smile, sensing his confusion. “You see although I have always ‘lived’ in Ponyville, I never spent much time here when I was younger.” She looked at Spike expectedly, but when he asked no questions she continued, “I was always travelling from one place to another, basically the first few years of my life were just one big holiday! Rarity was there from time to time, but she had her business to think about so it was mostly just me, Mum and Dad. It was great! I got to go to all these fantastic places and concerts, plus no school! Well Dad home schooled me a bit, but not much.”
“So what happened?” asked Spike.
“Well, we never spent that much time in one place, two maybe three months at most, so I never got the opportunity to make any real friends.”
Spike’s heart sank as Sweetie Belle’s ears dropped and her smile faded. He reached out and held her hoof, giving it a small squeeze. It seemed to do the trick as her smile returned with renewed vigour.
“So one day when I we were in Ponyville, I ran into Scootaloo becoming friends in no time, went to school and had a normal life, well for three months. Then we were supposed to go on another trip to Saddle Arabia, but I chose to stay. I loved having such an adventurous life, but those three months here had made me realise this is where I belonged. It took some convincing but eventually Mum and Dad decided to stay too.” Sweetie Belle gave a distant smile.
“But I thought you lived with Rarity now?”
“Yeah, Mum and Dad gave it their best effort, but they loved life on the road too much. They still write and visit, but they’re away most of the time. It’s been hard on Rarity, taking me in and looking after me. But she really is the best sister ever!”
Sweetie Belle began coughing, each one growing in intensity. Spike hopped up onto the bed and started lightly smacking her back, until the coughing subsided. He leant back against the head of her bed, taking in the springy nature of the mattress. Then Spike felt a weight on his lap. Looking down, Sweetie Belle was laying down, resting her head in his lap. A nervous trickle crept up Spike’s spine. He hesitated for a second before stroking a claw through Sweetie Belle’s mane. As her soft threads of pink and purple washed across his claw, Sweetie Belle shivered before settling into the motion. The two lay there, enjoying each other’s company as Spike gently caressed her mane.
“So what about you?”
“What about me?” asked Spike.
Sweetie Belle turned her head slightly to look up at Spike. “I told you about me, what about you?”
A hiccup of flame erupted out of Spike, “Oh you don’t want to hear about me.”
Sweetie Belle’s face turned into one of confusion. “No I do, please, I mean I know that Twilight got you as an egg, but where do you come from.”
Spike’s heart skipped a beat. He was on a tiny island, the vast sea licking against its sandy body, a single palm tree his only companion. He had buried a forbidden treasure long ago, and nopony could see it. He looked down at Sweetie Belle, her eyes pleading for him to share with her. Maybe it would be nice to have some company…
“Ok, but promise not to tell anypony, ok?”
Without hesitation, she picked up a cupcake and stuck it in her eye. “I Promise.”
Sweetie Belle nuzzled into Spike’s lap, waiting for him to begin.
“Do you know the legend of Galreek?” Spike asked. Sweetie Belle shook her head. “Around 800 years ago a fully grown dragon named Galreek plagued the East coast of Equestria. It’s said that her Scales were made of the purest silver and her eyes as black as coal. She stood as tall as Canterlot Castle and her wing beat could produce a hurricane. She tore whole towns apart, burning most of the coastline to a crisp.”
Sweetie Belle began shivering, Spike stroked her mane to calm her down, waiting until she was ready before continuing.
“Needless to say Princess Celestia rode out to meet this great drake. The two fought for three days, before Galreek finally fell.”
“She killed her?” Sweetie Belle squeaked.
“Some creatures just can’t be reasoned with.” Spike gave a heavy sigh, “a week later another town was sacked by a group of… baby dragons.”
Sweetie Belle gave Spike one of the saddest faces he had ever seen, “Galreek’s children?”
Spike nodded. “They had gone frenzied from lack of care, baby dragons need a lot of attention in their first few months otherwise they go wild. Celestia had to silence the whole nest, save for one unhatched purple dotted egg.”
Spike felt a drop of water trickle onto his lap, “how many?” sniffed Sweetie Belle.
“12… 12 brothers and sisters.”
A single tear crept out the side of Spike’s eye. He had never known those dragons: never seen them, never heard their laughter, never even felt their touch. But when he closed his eyes, if he concentrated really hard, he could see them. See him playing with his brothers, his sisters giving him a hard time abut girly stuff, see his alpha brother teach him how to fly or breath fire properly. Memories he could never had, never could have… all because of her, all because of Celestia! She could have saved them! She could have helped them! Why did they have to die! What gave her the right! Smoke began to billow out of Spike’s nostrils, he could feel his claws creeping out and his tail began to spasm as if something was trying to burst free.
“I’m sorry Spike, I’m so sorry.” Sweetie Belle jumped up and wrapped Spike in a huge hug. He returned the hug in full; the fire in Spike’s eyes dies away, his claws retracted and his tail settled down.
“It’s ok Sweetie Belle, you didn’t know.”
“Wait, you said this happened 800 years ago,” she sniffed
“As I was unhatched, Princess Celestia saw me as a defect, a dud egg. So she kept me as an entrance test for her school of gifted unicorns. Twilight had to try and hatch me for her entrance exam you know, but the point was never to hatch me merely to see what different spells the unicorn would use to try and hatch me.”
“But Twilight did hatch you.”
“I don’t know how or why I hatched for Twilight, but I do know that the first thought I ever had was when she entered that exam room.” Spike stated.
“And Twilight was allowed to have you?” sniffed Sweetie Belle.
“From what Twilight tells me it took a lot for her to convince Celestia and her parents that she could keep me.” Spike Chuckled.
Sweetie Belle sat in silence, not making eye contact with Spike. Oh Celestia I’ve blown it, she was all into you and now she’s scared out of her wits. She thinks you’re going to turn into Galreek! And why won’t you, let’s face it you had that near miss last year on your birthday, who says it won’t happen again!
Spike just looked at the beautiful filly next to him. “Sweetie Belle… are you scared of me?” Spike squeezed his eyes shut, feeling water works trying to escape.
“Spike,” came Sweetie Belle’s voice, Spike opened his eyes to see her sitting right in front of her. “You are the kindest, smartest, most generous being I have ever met.”
“But…”
“No buts! You are not those dragons! You are Spike and I could never be scared of you.”
“Promise?” whimpered Spike.
“Promise.” Sweetie Belle gave Spike a massive hug, followed by a peck on the cheek.
Spike emptied a few built up tears into Sweetie belle’s shoulder. Her words had shone light on the darkest corners of his mind. He felt safe and secure around her, as if when she was there nothing could go wrong.
“Thank you Sweetie.”
“No probl-(cough-cough-cough)”
Sweetie Belle’s coughing fit had returned in full force and it took Spike giving her back a firm pat to snap her out of it. Sweetie Belle reached for the tablets again, but Spike gently stopped her.
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said, a sly smile crossing his face.
“What?” Sweetie Belle quizzed.
“Turn over so you laying on your front.” Sweetie Belle gave Spike a rather comical confused expression. “Trust me.”
She complied, resting her head on her pillow whilst lying on her stomach. Spike knelt next to her, cracking his knuckles so they popped. Spike noticed a blush forming on Sweetie Belle as he towered over her.
Spike closed his eyes and began gathering power to his gut. The familiar sensation tingled as untamed power began dwelling within him. Spike began to imagine his fist birthday, how a purple frosted cake had been given to him, a large green candle in the shape of a 1 standing in the middle; he thought of the time he had been asked to narrate the Canterlot Hearts Warming Eve production; but at the forefront of his mind was that night, when he and Sweetie Belle had danced together, laughed together and when she had said yes. The power swallowed Spike’s emotions as he fed the memories into its bottomless appetite. The singularity ceased its swelling, washing through Spike like the sea on a calm summer’s day. Its power glided out of him as a delicate trickle of green fire. Holding out his claws, he allowed the fire to engulf them. The magic seeped into his scales sending mild shockwaves up his arms, a green aura pulsing out of his claws.
Spike began massaging Sweetie Belle, working his claws into her shoulders. Feeling the tension in her muscles he began making tiny circles with the tips of his claws, kneading them into Sweetie Belle’s soft fur. At first Spike felt a tiny bit of resistance as his claws worked their magic, but the filly quickly surrendered as he worked his way down her back. Using the very tips of his claws, he caressed her back causing Sweetie Belle to shiver at his touch. She let out the occasional innocent squeak as he ran his claws across the middle of her back. The green aura surrounding him seeped into Sweetie Belle as Spike’s claws glided across her fur.
“Sweetie.”
Sweetie Belle looked up at Spike, some colour had already returned to her coat and she was wearing a huge smile.
“I’m going to be moving onto your flanks,” Spike said nervously. Sweetie Belle’s smile faltered. “If you’re not comfortable then I won’t do it, but your cutie mark area is the main magical focus point for your whole body. So it’s the best spot for me to treat you.”
Sweetie Belle gave a small nod, before resting her head back onto the pillow. Spike placed his claws onto her flanks, making delicate spiral movements as he released the last built up magic. Spike watched as emerald light shot out from Sweetie Belle’s flank, zigzagging across her whole body. The air became electrified as green energy discharged from Sweetie Belle’s body at random intervals. A thick wall of steam erupted out of her fur, fogging up the window and causing the humidity to rise considerably. The tip of her horn sizzled, releasing the last remnants of magic.
“Hey Sweetie how yu’… what in the hay r yu’ two doin’!?”
Spike sat frozen with his claws still on Sweetie Belle’s flanks, sweat trickling down him and Sweetie Belle, as Apple Bloom trotted through the door.
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"It would seem that our little Spike is starting to round the bases.."
"What the- you aren't helping bro!"
"Heh, just calling it as I'm seeing it sonny."
Oh daaaaaaaamn!
Really good. Applebloom probably feels awkward walking in on them like that. Put the next one up ASAP.
Dat awkward moment
Way to go Spike! Second base to the max!!!!
Nice to see the update great job as well
aaawwwwkkkwwwaarrrddd!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
DAT ASS SPIKE, NICE WORK DUDE............................
Very emotional and touching, with awkwardness and feels all around,
10/10
Hot DAYUMMMMM SPIKE
That was a great chapter. I felt my heart almost jump out of my throat at the end there lol
. Can't wait to see what happens next. Keep up the awesome work, Dying for your next update.
spike: please dont say anything
applebloom: ok but im next
spike:aw ya
So many feels... and hilarity
I'm liking this fic so far. Keep up the good work
This fic just keeps getting better and better.
It's good when you put a bit of lore into the story to learn Spike's origin.
Adding lore is the key to making a fan-fiction successful as it gives the reader some depth into the story's core.
As for IRL situations getting in the way, I get that as well with my fic.
Remember that a story can wait, but life cannot, do what ya gotta do before writing to entertain us.
That being said, I can't wait for the next chapter, so CHOP CHOP!!!
Great excuse I might use that
How long until the next chapter
Anypony ready for the update? Seriously tho, need that next CH!
you hit the button by accident?