Pinkie Pie / Fluttershy
Pinkie Pie
Well, hanging out with Rarity hadn't exactly been a resounding success, but she was busy and that was understandable. Once she'd finished up what she was doing, maybe he'd try again, but for now he was off in search of another friend to spend time with.
And even as he was trying to decide who that might be, the answer presented itself.
In the space a little way distant from the front of Sugarcube Corner stood a garish, circular, brightly coloured patchwork tent of mostly-green. Planted in the earth just outside the entrance was a simple wooden sign covered with—what else?—streamers and balloons.
Madame Pinkie. Back by popular (future) demand! Every Wednesday-fortnight!
Spike smiled. If there was one thing you could never be around Pinkie Pie, it was bored. Confidently approaching the tent-flap, he lifted it and ducked inside.
Candles illuminated the interior and the spicy scent of burnt incense mingled pleasantly with that of molten candle wax. In the dim light he saw Pinkie sat up at her fortune-telling table in her traditional gypsy regalia, gazing into her crystal ball. As soon as he was within the tent, she spied him and began speaking in a deep, slow voice likely designed to convey an air of mystery and intrigue. "Welcome! Weeelcome to the chamber of Madaaaame Pinkie-Pieee! Welcome to you," —she fixed him with a piercing, ice-blue gaze— "Spike The Dragon!"
"Hi Pinkie. 'Sup?"
"Hi, Spike!" greeted Pinkie Pie, giving him a grin and a rapid wave. Then her half-scowl returned and Madame Pinkie was back in charge. "I sense... that you have come here for... a reason!" she proclaimed.
"Uh... yeah? I guess."
"I knew it! Oh, I am good. Hey, Spike? Want me to tell your fortune?"
"Sure!" said Spike, grinning. He pranced over to the floor cushion at the table opposite Pinkie and sat. Whatever was about to happen was sure to be funny, interesting, impossible, or all three.
Pinkie cleared her throat. "Look into the crystal ball, Spike. Gaaaaze into the Mystical Orb of Fate's Destiny-That-Is-Totally-Not-A-Fake-Like-That-Last-Guy-Thooooouught. Stare into it for a really looooong time..."
Spike dutifully gazed hard into the sphere. On close examination, the glass orb seemed to contain tiny particles of silver, floating softly within the crystal. He grinned. Only Pinkie Pie would tell a pony's fortune using a glorified snow-globe. Willingly falling into character, he became suitably astonished. "My gosh," he said, "It's full of stars!"
The fortuneteller nodded sagely. "I predict..." said Madame Pinkie, waving her hooves over and around the Mystical Orb of Etcetera, "...that you will get... Twilight Sparkle... a really cool birthday present this yeeeaar!"
Spike blinked. He looked up and quirked an eyebrow. "Uh... Pinkie?"
"Wow!" said Pinkie Pie, still staring into the crystal ball. "She's really going to love it! Aww, she is so lucky to have an assistant like you, Spike!"
"Pinkie?" Spike tried again.
"Yes, Spike?" Her eyelids fluttered.
"That prediction already came true, remember? I got her that telescope?"
Pinkie just looked quizzically back at him, cocking her head to the side.
"You were at the party? I told you guys the story of the adventure I went on the get the parts for it?" he tried.
Pinkie's head cocked a little further. Her brow furrowed slightly.
"There was a volcano in it and everything?" he prompted, a little frustration building.
Pinkie's head cocked still further, almost at ninety degrees to her neck now.
Spike frowned. "I sort-of saved Princess Celestia from a bunch of creepy lobsters? I was almost buried alive? You don't remember me telling you any of this?" A little anger managed to invade his tone without him really meaning it to.
"Nopey dopey!" Pinkie confirmed.
Spike sighed. He felt his head droop and his eyes found the floor. "Never mind," he mumbled. Pinkie had been right there with the others when he'd told them all. Apparently it wasn't that good a story. Not even worthy of recollection. Why would it be? It was only one of the most amazing things he'd ever done.
He slowly stood up from the cushion and turned, heading for the tent flap. Somehow, having one of his greatest accomplishments simply forgotten away into insignificance had turned his mood completely flat, and he suddenly didn't feel that being around the boundlessly energetic, occasionally impossible pink party pony was the best thing for him right now.
"Spike? You've kind of got a frowny-face there," said Pinkie, as though she were pointing out a milk-moustache, or a stray face-frog. Then he heard her gasp in terror. "Ohmygosh! My prediction didn't make you frowny, did it?!"
"No, Pinkie." He reached the threshold, but didn't turn. "I just need a little air. Too much incense, y'know?" He faked a cough.
"Oh. Okey-dokey!"
He pulled the flap aside and left the tent, emerging once more into the sunny Ponyville midday. He walked aimlessly forwards for a few moments, taking deep breaths of the fresh, clean air and waited for his eyes to adjust to the suddenly bright light.
A strange mixture of emotions assaulted him. First, annoyance. Then that turned to anger, to the extent that he felt his teeth clench and the back of his throat turn hot. Then the anger left him as quickly as it had come, leaving only an odd, hollow melancholy.
Pinkie Pie remembered everything. She was famous for it. He could go back into that tent, name any citizen of Ponyville, and Pinkie Pie would instantly be able to tell him how many days it was until their next birthday.
And yet, the most awesome adventure he'd ever been on... the coolest thing he'd probably ever done in his life... was a tale that was clearly less worthwhile remembering than a hundred arbitrary dates in a calendar.
That... was upsetting... a little bit.
Spike drew a deep breath through his nose and held his head up. No. His friends were interested in him. Of course they were. In fact, on his very first day here, one of his friends had been so interested in him that she'd listened to his entire life story!
He turned his head towards the road out of town towards the Everfree, and the little cottage at the border.
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Fluttershy
"Oh, Spike?" Fluttershy's bashful but happy smile greeted him at the door to her cottage. "Won't you come in?"
"Sure. Thanks, Fluttershy," he said, gratefully accepting the invitation.
"I was just making some tea. Can I get you some?"
"Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks again." Spike bounced up onto Fluttershy's couch and waited while she disappeared into her small kitchen, listening to the sounds of clinking china cups and boiling water being poured.
When Fluttershy reappeared, it was with a tea-tray gripped expertly in her teeth and which she set down on a small coffee table before the couch. Taking care not to burn herself, she gingerly grasped the teapot in her mouth and decanted the sweet-smelling tea into a small pink teacup decorated with tiny red hearts. She stirred in a little milk and honey and then nudged the cup and saucer towards Spike, who took it gratefully.
He had to force himself to sip it slowly. He was really more of a gulper, and the fact that the liquid was scalding hot was no issue to a dragon used to breathing fire.
"Would you like some carrot-cake?" asked Fluttershy even before the cup had left his lips.
"Sure. Thanks." He watched as Fluttershy turned and headed for the kitchen again, leaving him to sip his tea quietly. In short order she returned with the promised cake and offered him a piece.
And that largely set the tone.
They shared pleasantries and inconsequential chatter which, while not awkward, didn't exactly flow smoothly because after every exchange, Fluttershy would ask if there was anything she could do for him.
"Would you like anything else to eat?"; "Can I get you a blanket?"; "I could give you a massage if you want?"; "Would you like to take a nap?"
It wasn't bad, he thought. The conversation wasn't exactly scintillating, but Fluttershy was pretty much offering to wait on him hand and foot. Maybe he could get used to this! And... it wasn't as though he was taking advantage, was it? Fluttershy was quite willingly—and very kindly—offering her hospitality to him, after all. She was being a good friend. A great friend! Yeah. He'd have to come hang out with her more often.
There was a brief shuffling sound from upstairs, followed by a series of soft thumps, followed by the appearance of Angel Bunny. The rabbit bounded into the living room and, seeing Spike on the couch, eyed him with suspicion.
Spike eyed him right back. They gave each other careful nods. They still weren't exactly best pals, but ever since their unscheduled trip to the Crystal Empire, they had an understanding.
"Oh, there you are Angel," said Fluttershy with a sweet smile. "Would you like some carrot cake?"
Everything changed.
Spike sat still, teacup in claw, staring into space, and felt his stomach slowly sink.
It was how she'd said it. With the same tone and the same inflection as when she'd offered the same cake to him earlier. And it made him see things very differently.
Suddenly, Fluttershy wasn't a kind, gracious host devoting her time to hanging out with a friend. She was... looking after him. She was taking care of him. Just as she would for any of the dozens of pets and animals she was responsible for.
To her, he was... he was...
He let out a long, quiet breath.
Somehow, 'a friend', wasn't the right way to finish that sentence anymore.
Feeling numb, he very slowly returned his cup to the saucer, and the saucer to the table. "I think I have to go." His voice was oddly flat to his own ears.
"Oh?" said Fluttershy.
"Yeah," he said, still unable to find a tone. He stood and his legs began to carry him automatically towards the door.
"But... you haven't finished your cake," said Fluttershy.
"I... I know," he said, weakly. "Angel can have it. Thanks, Fluttershy. I'll see you around." He pulled the door open, and closed it behind him as he left the cottage, leaving Fluttershy and Angel with perplexed expressions.
Walking the path away from the tiny house, Spike couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that had settled over him like a heavy wet blanket.
Fluttershy didn't treat him like she treated her other pony friends, did she? Had Twilight turned up to her cottage, her visit would have gone quite differently than stilted conversation and the suggestion she might want a nap.
He was vaguely aware that he was judging Fluttershy a little harshly. After all, to her, all of her animals were her friends, just as much as anypony else. She hadn't meant to patronise or belittle him. She'd genuinely been treating him as someone she cared for.
But—he felt his teeth clench involuntarily—he didn't want to be 'cared for!' He could take care of himself! He just wanted...!
Spike slowed to a stop and stared at the ground under his feet. At the moment all he really wanted was somepony to talk to about all this. Somepony to reassure him that he was a real, true friend; because at the moment, the way things were going... he was starting to worry he might not be.
He raised his head, and his legs spurred him to locomotion once more. He left the winding path that lead back towards Ponyville, cutting across the wide rolling green field towards the treeline of the adjacent orchard, hope and confidence returning just a little.
There was a pony he could talk to.
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All Spike has to do is say the incantation from the dark spell book he ate, then he can imagine himself some friends into existence.
Good god I love this already. We're getting a look into the side of spike that we saw in the comic book episode and I love it. I really hope you take this somewhere meaningful rather than have it end the same way. Considering how they're currently treating him they're promises to treat him differently at the end of the episode didn't mean much. As such ending the same way would kind of be pointless and, for lack of a better word, stupid.
That's actually a good question. How does a pony who can memorize every tiny detail about every living thing in Ponyville manage to forget Spike's volcano-ridden heart-pounding tale of adventure? I don't think even Pinkie Pie would find a story of Celestia being saved from lobsters is boringly mundane.
And I can sort of see Fluttershy's POV. Spike's maturity changes more than Discord changes forms. But he's still a kid, and falls under the same "take care of" blanket as, say, the CMC. Although I think she knows Spike better than she does the Crusaders.
Couldn't he just hop a train to the Crystal Empire? He would be treated like a king there! A king!
Or go to Canterlot. From piecing together different parts of the show, I got the feeling Spike was actually known and had connections there.
What an interesting topic! Though, I think I may like it so much because I did the same in one of my stories, yet I made it a LOT darker and tragic.
Although I do say that you handled Rarity well. A lot of people have trouble dealing with Rarity's character, but I think you did it flawlessly, and we all know how Rarity can be when she's in "the zone"
I can kind of guess that there might be a pattern that's going to happen:
Spike will go out to see the Mane Six out of boredom and loneliness, only to be ignored or driven away by what he starts to believe are only Twilights friends. This happens with all the girls, he gets sad/angry and tries to get them to notice him. There's a problem, it gets solved, and by the time Twilight gets back they'll be closer than before!
Or at least that's how I think it might go.
However, if I were writing it...
Spike gets pissed off for reasons the Mane Six don't understand and runs away, attempt/commits suicide as he feels as if he has no purpose. There'd be a lot of tears and depression and anger and confusion. It would be a very dark and tragic ending, probably where Twilight looses it and everypony else is screwed because Equestria's main defense has gone insane and will probably cause themselves harm and die. Celestia then after seeing to much chaos and tragedy, along with seeing thousands of years of ponies dying and wars and monsters destroying so much hard work, after going through the pain of seeing everything going south, she loses hope. Luna is saddened by this, and she does everything to help, yet her sister almost never smiles and always says things with little to no emotion. Everything has turned into a gloomy darkness filled with pain and depression that cannot be simply healed with time. Even Discord has given up, not pranking and ignoring chaos. It has truly turned into hell on Equestria now, because to Spike nopony cared. Equestria, a land that was once a joyful land...
Had fallen.
But, that's just me! I hope your ending is rainbow and sunshine!
EDIT: Whoops! I commented on the wrong chapter. Oh well, you know it was meant for chapter 1.
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He apparently knew Moon Dancer well enough to be invited to her birthday party.
Anyway, somehow I don't see Spike having much trouble making friends. It wouldn't surprise me at all if he hangs out with, say, Button Mash and Rumble off screen in his spare time. Rarity aside, why would he even want to spend all his time around a bunch of girls who are all older than him?
Aww, poor Spike.
Quite well written thus far, I'll be interested to see how this progresses.
Why do I feel like this is going to lead to Spike losing his cool and making the Mane Six feel awful about themselves? I'm betting I'm going to end up being teary-eyed before this story is over.
Spike should really chew Pinkie Pie out for forgetting that and remembering "hundreds of arbitrary dates". Doesn't Pinkie Pie consider herself friends with everyone though?
But yeah, a lot of it is also that he's so much younger than they are. They can't help but see him as a kid (in Fluttershy's case, she has quite a big maternal instinct to take care of things, including children).
Seems to know that kid called Lickety Split from "Secret of my Excess" well enough for the kid to give him a birthday present. And a random earth pony called Junebug. Though I'm guessing this is all more because of the dynamics of a small town like Ponyville, where everybody knows everybody.
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Why wouldn't he?
Seriously, though, it might not be a matter of how easily Spike can make friends, it's if he has time. Not all, but a lot of his time seems a bit dedicated to his duties and helping the other girls (Maybe a bit more so at times, since it could thought that he may sometimes have to watch the library when Twilight is otherwise occupied), and being Twilight's assistant might be a time consuming job at times. It was different in Canterlot because Twilight was reclusive, leaving Spike with just his duties to her and maybe helping clean their library/dorm/apartment place they stayed at, so he had time to socialize.
I liked that story! Spike and Celestia, friendly relationships are so nice and rare to see!
This story is really coming along well. Good job!
I'm sad that after the whole "Of course we're your friends and you matter to us," Episode of Spike's, Spike had no change in his relationships with them and they never extended the same hoof of friendship they give each other. This fic really nails that home. Good fic, I can't wait to see what you come up with next.
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Look, not saying he doesn't like them - he definitely does. I just don't see why this fandom seems to take it for granted that Spike relates more to a group of young adult women than to boys closer to his own age. Heck, they leave him behind all the time yet he never seems too bothered by it.
You know, I don't think he's looking in the right places for friends...
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--Sweetie Belle
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Because
1) he was brainwashed with magic when born. Celestia must of secretly altered spike's mind when Twilight had the power surge, Two minds that were made to merge. Don’t make me miss the rush. Take me to the crush... Goddamnit, I cant get that song outta my head
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2) the gender ratio is Mutherbuckin amount of females to small-as-hell amount of males
3) twi keeps him in a library (well used to) and so he didn't get time to make his own friends
I want to keep reading, but I finished it to an incomplete conclusion. Why does this keep happening with so many stories on this site? It's a mystery...
I'd say all things consider, Rarity CAN be considered Spike's friend.
5028498 I'm no expert on human behavior/psychology, but it's hard not to notice a trend in this subject: some girls seem to enjoy hanging out with a larger number of male friends and being treated as “one of the guys” just as much as they would enjoy female companionship. In a female-dominated society, would not the gender roles be switched?
It's nice to see that someone else actually reads the comics. Good story so far!
An excellent 2001 reference you snuck in there.
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I was already enjoying this, but invoking Dave Bowman clinches the upvote for me.
I was going to say something about the 2001 reference, but I can see that that's already been done multiple times. So instead, I'll say I'm liking this story so far. It feels like it came straight out of the show, and you do an excellent job of conveying Spike's emotions. I feel for him, I really do.
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Mmm, doesn't seem like you're replying to comments... but I'll throw in my two cents anyways. I'm getting the feeling that Spike is actually not thinking clearly. This is all from his perspective and I have the feeling because of his maturity, he simply might be seeing things in the wrong light. I honestly hope this isn't him thinking that the other ponies aren't his friends, because they are.
Spike's perspective on this situation is pretty interesting. I'm not convinced he's correct, but emotions rarely are. Looking forward to seeing where Spike's perspective goes next!
Fluttershy's a sociopath.
This is honestly really depressing.
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Especially a child's
I really want to read the story of Spike saving Celestia from creepy lobsters now.
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The gender ratio makes perfect sense for horses. Real-life herds, depending on their size, will have between ten and twenty mares per stallion.
5911443 That's reference to the Celestia and Spike comic you should read it.
kay....... pinkie pie.... err..... why?!?! and fluttershy wasnt all that bad actually.
Rereading this, I love the reference to the Friends Forever comics. Not sure if it was intentional or not, but I like to think Pinkie not remembering the story is a nod to how the comics usually go unrecognized in the community despite having some real solid stories (sometimes, at least..).
This is easily one of the best "Sad Spike" fics. Spike is very much in character and acts natural. Not the manically depressed, hyper-sensitive character he's usually portrayed as.
I kinda wanna see that story now.
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The story does exist. It's a reference to the Friends Forever comic (specifically Issue #3)