Chapter I - Meeting Again
When We Danced Chapter I - Meeting Again
Spike
It had started off like any other day in Ponyville. Random ponies were going out to shop in the market or just visit friends and family. The colts and fillies were headed to the schoolhouse and some of the mares and stallions had left for their individual jobs. There was nothing special about today. Twilight planned to stay at the library and make sure all of its books were in their proper place looking well ordered without a single book missing. I, of course, was to help with the rearranging, alphabetizing, and the re-shelving of these books.
Now that I had grown to a much more suitable height for a teenaged dragon, the shelving of books could be accomplished with a much greater ease now that I no longer needed a ladder to clamber up. A step stool may have been needed once in a while for the top shelves, but at least it was convenient not having to fetch a ladder for any shelf above the second like before.
Unlike a majority of other dragons my age, I had not really widened whatsoever. I had remained quite slender in appearance. My limbs had stretched out, but had not developed with an excessive amount of muscle. The spines along my back and tail, while not as sharp as I would have expected, grew outward giving my height an additional few inches. I don’t mind looking different from most other teenage dragons. The ones I had met when I was younger only make me appreciate how I look a little more now.
It feels a bit weird though, changing so drastically in a far shorter span than the ponies around me. They all remained looking the way they always have while I, on the other claw, am now able to see over everypony for a change.
There do seem to be more pros to appearing so differently than there are cons. One of my favorites being that I am no longer treated like such a little dragon that couldn’t really do anything for himself. Sure, I’ve proved I could hold my own on a few separate occasions like with the pet sitting, saving Applejack from the Timberwolves, and helping retrieve the Crystal Heart. Granted, the first example barely worked out in the first place since I was distracted by my own gem-stricken greed.
Speaking of which, I luckily did not grow to my current height due to greed. I have learned to avoid such destructive behavior. Seeing as how I was barely snapped out of it the first time. If I hadn’t picked Rarity up when I did in my possessive rampage, Ponyville would have been in a more disastrous state than it was.
Some things still haven’t changed through my maturing stage, however. I am still obviously Twilight’s assistant in the Library where I gladly continue to reside. My love of eating gems thankfully has not gone away in order to keep me from hoarding any. Quite possibly though, my favorite similarity, as well as my most troublesome, would be my attraction to the most stunning mare in all of Equestria. The only common pony with enough beauty to rival that of the four princesses combined I dare say. The only pony, and unicorn for the matter, that could ever possibly deter the greed of a full sized dragon. The mare that lives so close and yet so far from me; Rarity.
The day had ‘started’ like any other, which is true. The rest of the day, however, had most definitely taken a turn for the better later on. I had noticed after leaving the library days previous to this one, that I had been receiving more attention from others. I don’t just mean the occasional “Hello” or glance from others becoming more frequent. This was truly strange. I had been receiving additional chats and looks all right. Only difference in these were that the looks came to me only while my back was turned or when somepony thought I was not looking, and the fact that they came from mares. Whenever I would be sent to pick up a spare quill or the like, I would be approached directly from flustered mares that seemed like they had nothing else to say but “good morning” or in some cases truly nothing, before trotting off. Seeing as how it took me a day or two before realizing what exactly was going on, I simply didn’t think anything of it. Some visitors happen to ‘run into me’ more often than others.
Apple Bloom, for example, never really had reason to seek me out for a simple visit when we were younger. However, recently I have noticed that she seems to try and hold herself higher when I walk by as well as keeping her mane much neater than one would expect of a farm pony. Thankfully Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle are usually not far behind so they can try to keep hold of her senses, rather than let her drop them like I assume she does most times I see her staring at me.
Things like the constant staring and shy greetings haven’t been all that bad. It has helped out with my confidence and everything, but Twilight says that all the attention is not good for my ego. I don’t think I care about my ego though; I apparently look good enough, why would I need to worry about it.
(That could, actually, be my ego talking there. Okay, Twilight might be onto something.)
I know that I have struck out with Rarity before in the past more than once. However, upon seeing the reactions of others since my growth spurt in the past few days or so, I had left the library that morning feeling a bit luckier than usual. To my knowledge, Rarity had not seen me since the growth spurt had gone into full effect. She had only seen me when I started growing, which was at a much slower rate, over a week ago. I thought that a surprise visit was in order.
The morning had been a calm day with little wind blowing. The sun was shining without a cloud in the sky to hinder the warmth of its rays. Everypony just seemed to be in a good mood that day. When I had arrived at the Carousel Boutique, I checked to make sure that Rarity was indeed open. I would not want to barge in when the shop was closed and interrupt Rarity’s personal affairs. The sign hanging from the door, thankfully, said, “Open.”
Upon entering, a small chime from the bell hanging on the doorframe sounded out for the proprietor of the shop. As the chiming stopped, I became increasingly more and more nervous. I had no idea how things would turn out from this point onward.
As I waited in the front of the boutique, I heard a familiar voice call out from somewhere in the back of the shop. The stunning snow coated mare with glimmering lavender mane came around the corner with her measuring tape draped around her elegant neck. As she began with her regular formal greeting for her customers, she cut herself off after noticing me. The scarlet-rimmed glasses she had been wearing were removed from in front of her unblinking eyes. It seemed that she had not recognized me at first. She hesitated then, questioningly saying my name, took a couple of steps forward getting a better look at my face. This time she had to look up to me which undoubtedly confused her, as it would have anypony else.
I confirmed her suspicions about my identity as I somewhat awkwardly stood, still in the doorway.
Rarity
I almost did not recognize Spike when I first looked at him. It had almost appeared that a random dragon had simply wandered into my boutique. Looking at him for another moment, I had recognized his violet scales along with his jade spines and emerald eyes. One thing is for certain though; He definitely got taller. He was far more mature looking as well. His new sleek posture most definitely gave him a new ‘look.’
I invited him to come in and make himself at home. He glanced around and found a chair towards the back of the room and, adjusting his now elongated tail accordingly, took his seat. Before taking the place across from his own, I asked if I could get him anything to drink. He simply asked for a glass of water before I left for the kitchen to retrieve the same for myself.
As I removed two glasses from one of the overhead cabinets, I couldn't help but wonder just how fast Spike had grown. When Twilight had said he was going through a growth spurt, I had simply assumed he would still be the same adorable, baby dragon he has always been.
I had made my way over to the tap where I had begun filling up the first glass with water.
Now seeing him, he certainly is no longer my little 'Spikey-wikey.' He was also no longer small and adorable. I mean that not as an insult, of course. Spike has simply changed for the better. He is now tall but not towering, thin but not malnourished, and handsome but not...
The water in the second glass had been overflowing onto my hoof now for sometime. Having just realized the cold now enveloping half of said hoof, I quickly switched the glass over to my magic as I had before. I suppose that I had been too occupied with my thoughts. Drying myself off with one of the nearby towels, I couldn't help but resume my previous train of thought that was interrupted. Spike truly had grown in more ways than one. I hadn't really noticed before, due to the fact that I was still shocked that the dragon before me had only been a chest-high drake but a week ago. Now it was everypony else that was chest high to him.
I was still in deep thought as I finally made my way out to where Spike had been awaiting my return patiently. I figured that I must have been awhile and apologized to my polite guest. He simply shrugged it off and said not to worry about it.
Speaking of 'shrugging,' Spike had definitely filled out since his height adjustment. Though he was thin, Spike was not just tall and lanky. I had noticed the muscles in his arms were much more definite. He was far from looking like Bulk Biceps, but there was certainly nothing wrong with natural muscle by me.
Having noticed that I had been starring far too attentively at Spike's arms and chest, I felt myself blush softly and hurriedly diverted my wandering eyes elsewhere. I then began to ask Spike how he was and continued to add various other nervous small talk comments. There is no reason for acting so awkwardly around a close friend like Spike just because he looked a little different. Well I guess he looks quite a deal differently, but he was still just Spike. At the very least, he still acted the same. A little childish and still carrying the hint of him hung up over me in his voice.
However, as I continued talking to him, I noticed that my observations were off. They were horribly wrong in fact. Spike was keeping on topic and remaining serious with each reply. What scared me the most was the fact that he no longer seemed to agree and cling to every little thing I said. His eyes were no longer glued to me in the same love-struck manner as they had been in the past.
He had matured inside as well as out.
Well that is not necessarily a bad thing is it? I had no intentions of returning those feelings in such a drastic way. I just couldn’t bring myself to let him down through all of those efforts. So if he was over me then there was no more worry over hurting his feelings. I could at least find solace in that. However, upon thinking about no longer having Spike chase after me seemed to dishearten me for some reason. Would I really miss being sought after by such a determined dragon in such a seemingly hopeless situation?
Maybe I would...
Spike then snapped me from my thoughts asking me if there was something the matter. I reassured him that I was fine. I suppose that I had been letting my feelings get the better of me. I then asked him why he had come over in the first place, hoping to get some sort of answer as to what he still thought of me. Outright asking him would not appear very proper. He replied saying that all he wanted was to visit.
This neither confirmed nor denied my suspicions.
Then, without really thinking, I told him that I was glad that he stopped by and that he was looking great. Having noticed my odd compliment, I blushed yet again and shot my eyes to the floorboards. I quietly apologized for the out-of-place remark. Glancing back up, I couldn't help but notice my eyes all the while were moving up his body slightly slower than the rest of my head. I couldn't help myself. I just wanted to keep looking at how much he had changed. All that I could think about was how much I was liking it. As my blush deepened from my own thoughts, I quickly justified them by adding that 'it' was referring to the change, not his body.
Then again, I could have gotten the two backwards.
Spike had thanked me for the compliment saying that being this tall had its advantages. He was also saying how the only disadvantage was that he couldn't get mares to stop staring at him. I nearly swallowed my sip of water wrong upon hearing this. I asked him, a bit quickly I might add, just what he meant by this. He said that all these mares had simply been approaching him randomly and seeing if he needed anything or if he was just having a good day in general. He also added that most of them were pretty, young mares. Even Apple Bloom was acting strangely around him. I had attempted to keep a cool head about the situation and made a mental note to ask Sweetie Belle about her friend's curious actions later.
I had then suggested that maybe some of them 'liked' him. He said that it would certainly explain some things. After inquiring what it would explain exactly, he said that it didn't matter. I had started to blush again before asking if he perhaps 'liked' any of them.
Spike looked at me and asked why I was so interested. Of course, I didn't have an answer for him besides that I was just curious. It seemed to be a good enough answer for him as he said that he didn't really feel anything for any of them. I then released a small breath that I had been holding for some reason after hearing this oddly relieving news.
Never have I taken so much interest into anypony else's love life. I don't fully understand why this situation is any different. Sure, Spike is a close friend and everything, but that shouldn't change my reaction to the fact that other mares are now noticing him. If I didn't know any better, I would even dare say that I was jealous. I'm not jealous because Spike might start having feelings for somepony else or anything like that; it's just that...
I levitated my now half empty glass down to the small table between Spike and myself.
Actually, that's the exact reason I am feeling so uncomfortable about this new information. Spike used to follow me everywhere and come running at the drop of a hat. I can recall one time, he literally ran over to where I had dropped one of my hats just to keep it from hitting the ground. I had always assumed that it was just a small crush that he would eventually get over. It turns out that time finally came and the love-struck Spike that I knew is gone. As I continue to sit across from him, he has yet to stare, drool, or even so much as blush while I sit here and… and...
I had to stop and think about how I had been acting so far during Spike's short visit to the boutique.
...While I sit here staring, blushing, and on the brink of drooling over the very dragon who used to do the very same to me. I'm acting as if I like Spike in the same way he used to 'like' me. The reason I'm acting like that is because, I think, I actually do 'like' him. I can recall so many times at which he has come to help me without me having to ask first. I can also recall all the times I have somewhat abused his kind hearted offers when I could have easily completed a simple task without any aid. Even on his birthday when he had been working so hard to perfect his fire ruby, I had emphasized my desire for the gem so much that he felt obligated to give it to me instead. I still have it in a personal jewelry box by my bedside. I should have tried to return it instead of going and listening to my own greed.
Spike drew me from my thoughts again asking me if I was feeling all right. I reassured him that I felt just fine and asked him why he thought I was feeling otherwise. Spike said that it was because I was being really quiet and staring at my hooves. I apologized for causing him to worry and told him that he didn't need to fret over me. It's good to know that he still cares enough to ask. A sincere smile had reappeared on my face, showing my gratitude. The handsome dragon sitting across from me smiled back, adding that he wouldn't dream about forgetting to care for my feelings.
The sensation of my face heating up could be felt once more. My smile had yet to go away when Spike asked me what I had been thinking about earlier. I told him that I had just been thinking. Nothing specific was on my mind. Of course, I had lied. There was definitely something on my mind.
Spike had started to rub the back of his head as, for the first time today, he looked away awkwardly. After asking if 'he' was okay, Spike said that he had also been thinking about things. Upon inquiring about exactly what it was he had been thinking about, his face reddened as he said that it wasn't 'what' he was thinking about, it was 'who.' My heart sunk slightly in my chest. I then asked if my earlier inquiries were correct in the fact that Spike did fancy a certain mare. Spike said that he did care for one and that the reason he denied it earlier was because it wasn't one of the mares that had approached him like how I had asked.
I suppose that I should be more specific when asking such important questions later on.
Before I could question who it was exactly, Spike said that 'I' was the mare he had been thinking so much about. My heart returned to its natural place in my chest as I quickly returned my full attention to Spike. There was nothing I could say. I simply sat upright and dumbfounded with utter shock from the news I had just received. All this time I had assumed that he was over me. His body language had changed entirely since my last visit to the library. My face resumed with its prolonged blushing. Spike continued to explain that he had been trying to build up the confidence to visit me after his sudden change in appearance. There was also something important that he needed to ask me.
Attempting to reply in my perplexed state proved pointless, as I could not find words to use. After organizing the thoughts flying through my head, I managed to ask what Spike's question was. He hesitated and then took in a slow, shaky breath as he tightly closed his eyes before asking me if I would like to go on a date with him.
Before I could even begin to comprehend his question, I blurted out a rather loud 'yes.' Spike's eyes shot open as both of our heads withdrew from their previous positions with surprise. A moment of silence that seemed to last several hours passed allowing the both of us to register the situation's events. Slowly, Spike leaned forward and asked if I was serious. My eyes looked around as I was sorting through my mind looking for the right answer. Was I sure about something so sudden and big? I brought my attention back to Spike's eyes as I hesitantly said yes.
Bewilderment and sheer joy shot across the dragon's face as he attempted to coolly play off the happiness of his long sought-after success. He was not very successful as his body language clearly said anything but 'cool.'
With both of our faces lit up with blush, Spike got to his feet and said that he would come by later for our date. Assuming that is what he meant to say, it came out more like a sentence Spike did not foresee saying when he came over for a 'visit.' We had decided that we would simply go out for something to eat. Nothing fancy, I added. No need to stress him out on the date he had been looking forward to for so long. After saying goodbye to each other, Spike made his way out of the boutique with a chime from the doorbell.
I could do nothing but stand in my place and smile like an idiot. I couldn't remember when I last smiled this hard for so many consecutive minutes. It was like I was a filly in love.
That isn't the case here though...
Is it?
Spike
I stepped outside the rounded shop and listened to the sound of the door close behind me. The ringing of the door chime had slowly been canceled out as the door closed with a light thud of wood settling on frame.
I let out a loud yes with sheer delight before quickly silencing myself. Nopony had been around, thankfully, to hear my unexplained cry of joy. I began my walk back to the library as I started to think to myself. There was no way that she just said yes to an actual date with me. It was almost too good to be true. The more I thought about it, however, the worse I started to worry. It very well could be too good to be true. Somepony as perfect as her going out somewhere with me, a dragon nearly twice her size, is ridiculous in thought. Stopping mid-thought and stride, I held a clawed hand up to where everypony else came up to me height wise. Everypony else stood up to my chest, so yeah I am twice her size.
How is this all going to turn out anyway? It's probably best I don't worry about it right now and just enjoy the fact that it is all looking up for me.
To Be Continued...
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Oh, COME ON!
There are 3,999 words in Meeting Again?!
I will be updating the Cover image it should look much nicer than a top hat.
I just have to draw it first...
Yay more work!!! :D
It has the feel of a dairy between the two. Like, two dairies mixing together. I find it really enjoyable! Keep ymup the good work and I'll be waiting for the next chapter!
There you go everyone, new cover art!
I didn't realize that the image I was making was about 1000 pixels too big all the way around, so you will have to live with the smaller version that is slightly not as nice as the original.
Hope you all enjoy it and the chapters coming up soon! (Whenever I decide to get them uploaded
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I just created an account here and this is my first comment! This is SUCH a spectacular story!
I feel like Rarity is a misunderstood character and should be in more stories. Whenever I write I have soooooooo much dialogue! 
This is really good so far!!! Keep on writing! On to the next chapter!