• Published 20th Feb 2014
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An Assistant's Tale - Dreamscape

"He truly loved her and knew she loved him just as much. The dragon gulped deeply as a fluttering sensation occupied his stomach. He didn't just love Twilight as a friend."

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Part 2

"I’ll dry,” Twilight asserted, observing the dragon standing atop a small wooden stool to reach the sink as he finished scrubbing the last of the tableware. Unable to let out any protest before the stack of dishes to his left lifted magically off the counter, Spike silently nodded his head in agreement.

“So,” the pony began as her assistant’s gloved claws plunged down through the thick, weightless layer of bubbles and into the scorching water beneath to grab the last bowl, “I certainly appreciate everything you’re doing for me this evening, but why?”

To Spike, it seemed as though his face would never receive a break from a continual blushing as they once again returned to the heated state. He worked a sponge against the bowl’s glossy surface as he spoke. “Like you said, I’ve always taken you for granite-”

“Granted,” the alicorn interrupted, placing a few dishes in their rightful place after drying them with a cloth.

“Granted,” he repeated, “and I guess I just wanna make up for it.”

By the smirk on Twilight’s face, he could easily tell she knew the statement wasn’t completely true. “That’s very sweet of you, Spike.”

She called him sweet quite often, but he thought to himself how different the compliment felt now. As one thought led to another, he soon came to the subject of how he was going to reveal his new found feelings. This thought caused his heart to race and his pace to quicken as he splashed water and suds onto the floor and stool beneath.

“Alright, that’s the last of them,” he mumbled to the now chuckling mare and as he turned to hand her the bowl, slipped on the newly created puddle in the center of his stool. Closing his eyes, he awaited the painful smack of his body against the hard floor below or the cringe worthy sound of the shattering bowl, of which neither came. Hesitantly opening his eyes, he saw the smug alicorn through a pink veil of shimmering magic which now surrounded him and the bowl, suspended only a few inches away from his head.

“Alright Spike, I think you’ve done more than enough. I’d feel horrible if you got hurt trying to help me,” she stated, gently setting him on his feet and drying the bowl before placing it with the others in the cabinet.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Spike mumbled dejectedly as she acquired a mop and quickly soaked up the water splattered across the floor.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” Twilight assured as she pulled the plug from the sink, causing a distinct gurgling to fill the room as its water drained. She gave him a sheepish grin before wrapping a hoof around him once more. “You’ve helped way more than I ever would’ve expected. You’re a great little guy,” she cooed before pressing her lips against his cheek.

The dragon’s reptilian eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he felt the touch of the mare’s soft, delicate lips. Although Spike’s heart was now completely mended from the crushing blow it had received earlier, his mind was in a much worse state. It was filled with thoughts of whether or not this meant Twilight felt the same as he did or if she was just being grateful which could be a rather likely conclusion. Along with this, there was the continuous repetition of the wondrous event that had just occurred, playing and replaying in his mind.

Twilight looked down with concern, holding up his nearly limp body. “You okay? You look a little light headed.”

Spike quickly shook himself and blinked repeatedly to clear the foggy thoughts. “Yeah…uh, anyways, what are you up to now?” he asked as her hoof pulled away.

“Well, there’s a few things I wanted to add and change on our to-do list for tomorrow,” she suggested rather excitedly.

“What can I do to help?” the faithful assistant asked with a smile.

“I’m not really sure there’s much you can do,” she chuckled as she turned to make her way up the stairs, “but I’d love to have your company.”

“Well, I’m pretty good at providing that,” Spike voiced proudly as he followed.

Spike watched the alicorn squint at the list she had rolled out in the dim orange light pouring in from the setting sun outside. He slipped a claw through the hold of the polished brass candle holder at the edge of her desk. Then brought the stick of wax, almost completely melted down from the many late nights of studying and reading, to his mouth and breathed a small green flame onto its wick.

“I guess I needed your help after all,” she commented, her eyes adjusting to the new found light source as it was set back upon the desk. To her right came a soft who as Owlowicious awoke from his slumber and began ruffling his feathers as he sat atop his perch. “Looks like you have a free night ahead of you, Owlowicious. I think Spike’s got everything under control.” The owl cocked his head towards the assistant and gave him what seemed to be a thankful nod before he went about preening.

Twilight dabbed a quill into the inkwell beside the list and began to write, quickly noticing that the dark liquid only formed a few letters before fading away. “Spike, could you get me some more ink?”

“Sure thing, always happy to assist,” he stated as he opened the drawer in front of him, heavily weighted with a plentiful supply of the liquid. He then grabbed out another well and uncorked it with a pop before she used her magic to lift it away and set it in place of the previous which now lay in the trash bin atop its crumpled paper contents.

She mumbled a thank you, her mind lost in the words before her. Spike sighed blissfully as he observed her frowns before she crossed out a section of text and then her smiles after she inscribed the corrected version beneath.

“You know, you don’t have to stand there and watch me write,” she said, looking up after a few minutes. “I’m sure it’s not the most entertaining thing in world.”

“I’m just keeping you company like you said. I don’t mind,” he replied and began pacing back and forth after she returned to her corrections. He contemplated whether or not he should take the chance to tell her of his feelings. He considered the fact that the two had known one another for years, so it seemed as though telling her right away wouldn’t be out of place. On the other claw, he thought maybe he should ease his way into it, but avoidance like that would make it even harder for him to admit his thoughts later on.

“Umm, Twilight?” he mumbled as he bit down nervously upon his claw, his decision being made. “I really, really like you…I think I love, like not as a friend or sister…but…” his sentence trailed off into an inaudible breath.

“What was that?” Twilight muttered, causing Spike’s heart to sink. The mare had once again lost herself in the task at hoof.

He rolled his eyes and let out a much less blissful sigh. He knew better, he had to wait until her mind was less occupied before saying anything of note. “Nothing, never mind.”

The alicorn looked up curiously and noticed that his cheeks were unsurprisingly flushed with pink once more. “You okay, Spike?”

“Yeah,” the dragon responded, receiving a questioning glare afterwards as Twilight set down her quill and rolled up the list. “You done?”

Twilight shuffled her hooves enthusiastically. “Yes! And do you know what that means?” The assistant responded with a shrug. “That was the last thing we had to do today, so we can read now!”

Spike turned away shyly, finding her excitement irresistibly cute. “Sweet!”

“You bet your scaly tail it is!” she exclaimed, causing her assistant to turn back with an odd look upon his face, rarely hearing such things come from the rather serious pony’s mouth. Spike then rolled his eyes just as she would have and let out a soft laugh.

“Oh shush,” she giggled as she turned to make her way to the bedroom, Spike following close in tow.

As he entered the room, Spike admired the now deep purple skies outside its window, faintly lit by the moon and blanketed with stars.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Twilight asked before flicking on her bedside lamp and pulling her blue, night themed blanket over her lower body.

“Really,” Spike agreed, following suit by plopping down into the plump cushioning of his bedded basket before turning on his own lamp. He then leaned over its edge and snatched his claws around the brand new comic which lay beside it. He inhaled the distinct, newly printed smell of its pages and gazed down at its nearly shining cover.

“Spike,” the alicorn stated, causing him to look up. “Do you want to read up here with me instead?” she asked, scooting over to make room.

Spike jumped at the question, speedily leaping from his bed with the comic. “Sure, that’d be great,” he responded, turning off the lamp that had only just been on for a minute and making his way over to her bed, not wanting to question her motives.

“I’m surprised,” Twilight added, adjusting the pillow which she leaned against so he could do the same after crawling onto the bed. “You’ve been quite a bit more independent of late, but today seems different.” The dragon rested his back awkwardly against the plump pillow behind it, knowing she had taken note of his change in attitude, but was unsure if she yet knew exactly what it meant. “Anyways, what are you reading now? More Power Ponies?” she inquired, wrapping her hooves around her own book.

He responded with a slight shake of his head. “Nope, not this time. It’s something new, first issue. It looked interesting, so I decided to give it a try.”

“What exactly is it about?”

“It’s set in the near future and involves a detective pony solving crimes. Not sure exactly what the plot is yet. Guess I’ll just have to read to find out.”

Twilight gave a warm smile. “It certainly sounds interesting.”

“Yeah, what about you?” he asked, pointing at her book.

The mare couldn’t help but turn her smile to a grin as she spoke. “Oh, just another Starswirl the Bearded book.”

“But I thought you already knew everything there was to know about Starswirl?” he asked, getting settled as he slid into the blankets warm, cozy embrace.

“Oh trust me, I do,” she bragged with a smirk. “This one is a fictional novel that’s based on all of those historical events.”

Spike let out a laugh as a brilliant idea popped into his head. “You know what would the best book ever for you? A book with Daring Do and Starswirl the Bearded!”

The pony responded with a signature rolling of the eyes. “I’m not really sure how that would wo-” she paused, her eyes stopping midway through the roll. “Wait! Daring Do could be searching for one of the many lost artifacts of Starswirl! That’s actually a really great idea, Spike!”

“That was more your idea than mine,” he chuckled. “I was just joking around.”

Twilight responded with a soft giggle before opening the book and easily slipping away into its text. With that, Spike knew he wouldn’t hear much else from her for the rest of the evening and decided to start reading as well. He opened to the title page, revealing a minimalistic scene of black and white. At a bar sat a silhouetted pony who he assumed to be the detective, lifting a mug of cider to his mouth as a few other ponies passed by or sat talking with one another. The only color on the page was an unearthly blue filling the screen above him which depicted a newscast. The headline read that there had been a tragic magical explosion of unknown origins that destroyed an entire city block. The casualties had not yet been accounted for, but they were said to be “very high.”

Spike let out a yawn and turned his view to the window once more. Power Ponies could be somewhat dark at times, but nothing in comparison with this new one, he thought. This dark premise wasn’t what kept him from reading though. His mind was still filled with thoughts of the amazing and beautiful mare which now lay beside him. He peered over at her, lifting the comic to his face and looking back occasionally as if he was truly reading.

His eyelids began to grow heavy as he watched her smile grow larger with every turn of the page and her muzzle get closer and closer to the book. Soon he was fast asleep, the unread comic laid open on his chest and a contented, peaceful look upon his face.

Twilight let out a yawn and sleepily eyeballed the number of the page she had reached, already nearly three quarters of the way through. She glanced at the clock in front of the brightly lit lamp and realized it was long past her normal bed time. Letting out another more drawn out yawn, she placed a tasseled marker between the pages before closing them and setting the book aside.

She couldn't help but grin as she noticed the tranquil dragon, the occasional soft breath escaping through his mouth, and didn’t have the heart to evict him to his own bed. Instead, the mare gave him a loving peck on the forehead before pulling him close to her body. After placing his comic atop her book and pulling the blanket up to their necks, she too drifted off into a deep sleep, lulled by the constant chirping of crickets outside.