Suppressed Feelings
It was close to sunset in Ponyville as Spike and Rarity walked back to the Carousel Boutique after gem hunting. He had been trying to get a chance to be alone with her for days, offering his assistance each time he met with her in the Library or came across her in the streets, but she kept refusing and refusing until one day she finally gave up. He felt elated to finally be able to spend an afternoon with her, especially since he felt she had been avoiding him ever after his return from Canterlot, just a couple of weeks ago.
They had a little chat here and there, just the usual ‘how are you doing lately’ type of questions and such. She felt so distant now, always avoiding his gaze. He really wanted to recover the friendship they had shared in the past, no matter what the cost, or rather, to get closer to the point they had reached back then. He had to try and fix what time and distance had done to their relationship.
They finally reached Rarity’s home. She opened the door and made a gesture to let him enter before her, which he rejected with a gentlemanly: “Ladies go first” as he leaned, bowing and extending his arm with his hand pointing towards the entrance, a charming smile on his face. She couldn’t help but smile dreamily as she walked inside with Spike following after her, happy to at least had made her smile.
He left the bag full with gemstones on the floor, and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his wrist. He looked over at Rarity; she was avoiding his gaze again, as she usually did nowadays. It was time to talk, and break the ice that had been present almost all the way back to the Boutique.
“Um Rarity," He hesitantly called the fashionista's attention, "I’m kind of dirty. Would you mind if I take a shower before going back to the Library?” He asked as she examined his body with her eyes; it was completely filthy, which was only logical after spending an entire afternoon digging holes to unearth the gems she detected with her magic. She could hardly suppress her disgust at all that mud and dirt.
“Of course, you absolutely should, darling! And do give me your clothes so I can clean them in the meantime. I know a very effective spell that will have them dry and ready in no time!” She shouted in a very concerned voice, finally looking at his eyes. Dirt was such a big deal for her as usual. He smiled at the fact she kept being the same Rarity he had always known and love, and the way their eyes finally met made his confidence return. So he proceeded to take his shirt off, only to find a heavily blushing woman staring at him with her eyes wide open at once.
“Is there something wrong, Rarity?” He asked as he started unbuttoning his pants. Rarity let out a gasp before reacting.
“Wh-what in Celestia’s world are you doing, Spike! Y-you can’t unclothe yourself in front of a lady!” She cried out before he finished his task, nervously covering her eyes with her hands.
“Oh… that, I’m really sorry I just—” He apologized, ashamed. He didn’t really mind being in underwear in front of a woman, he had lived with Twilight for all of his life and felt so normal doing so after all.
“You j-just have to… leave your clothes behind the bathroom’s door. O-okay?” She looked away, still blushing madly. But he just stood there, looking at her with inquiring eyes. “Wh-what? Do you need anything else?” she asked.
“Well, where do I—” He responded, in a timid voice.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Right, you can use my bathroom. Come with me, dear,” she said, turning her back to him and walking towards the stairs.
She led him upstairs, and pointed him at the bathroom door that was next to her bedroom. Once he entered, she waited for him to leave his clothes behind the door, and took them to quickly to clean and dry them, leaving them back behind the bathroom door once she was done.
She headed to her bedroom, and let herself fall over her bed, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling; she was finally getting some time to collect her thoughts about the day she had just spent with him.
With Spike.
Alone.
Why was she that nervous, she asked to herself? Her heart started to flutter violently inside her chest just by thinking about him. Ever since his return from Canterlot, where he had lived for two years, she noticed he had changed a lot; he was oh so different. He had really grown, physically speaking. That childish cute face of his was no longer there, not anymore, and that wasn't anything to complaint, as in its place stood the best testament of virility that Rarity had ever witnessed.
Wait, what had she just thought?
Oh dear. She had to admit it. She was absolutely crazy for him.
But of course, she loved him after all. She had loved him even before he left, but now her attraction towards him had grown in a ridiculously huge way. But why was that? He had grown a pair of gorgeous dark purple wings. He was taller than her now, and so muscular, she could envision his strong arms pulling her close and holding her, pressed against his toned chest... her breathing became shallower as he imagined how it would be to be held there, her lips almost touching his, her nose almost tip-to-tip with his.... Rarity shook her head, trying to dislodge the most unladylike thoughts that were blooming there as her face burned red almost breathing steam through her nostrils.
But try as she might, she couldn't get this new Spike out of her head. He seemed to have been chiseled from stone by an artist who had paid exquisite attention to every delicious detail.
And thus she had decided to avoid looking at him too often. It was too dangerous. She remembered what had happened two weeks ago, in the train station, the first time they had reunited, after two years of communicating only by mail. She gasped and almost fainted at the sight of him. He looked so dazzlingly handsome that she couldn't believe her own eyes. Right there in front of her had stood her cute little Spikey-wikey, the one that had stolen her heart years ago. Did he still love her after what she had done to him? She had broke his heart back then... had he possibly forgiven her after all this time?
They were four years apart, so it was reasonable for someone to think she was too old for him. Even if he didn't mind, things were harder for Rarity. She was twenty and he was sixteen after all back then. He had left Ponyville, moved to Canterlot, heartbroken...
That was the main reason for Rarity for keep trying to avoid meeting with him since his return. She couldn't stop blushing and feeling awkward when he was around. She feared her hormones would betray her, she imagined herself jumping Spike, ripping his clothes to shreds and taking him right there and then... Men were easy, she thought, so he wouldn't complain. What if she did that in front of other people?
Ok, maybe that was a bit too much; she would never do something like that… would she? Absolutely not! But what about the hot dreams she kept having about him? They were almost a daily (or rather nightly) occurrence ever since he had returned. She didn't even dare to try and remember them, so embarrassed she was about her naughty mind.
But she had missed him for two years, yearning for his embrace. She felt so alone all this time. And to make things worse, despite the fact that he was finally back, they were nothing more than friends, now she couldn't even kiss him if she wanted to. The worst part was that she didn't even know if he still loved her as she did. He probably didn't, in fact. So Rarity was afraid of getting rejected; bringing up the subject or even asking him about his feelings was out of the question.
She shook her head, trying to collect herself and relax, ignoring her quickly beating heart. She could hear him now, the sound of the shower coming in from the bathroom next door.
The fashionista was containing a torrent of emotions and couldn't handle it anymore. Imagining his enormous and perfect body getting wet under the falling water, made her want to get up, walk over there and, at the very least, spy on him.
"Wait a minute, dear just what are you thinking about? You can't do that, it's simply too un-lady like!" She said to herself. This just went to show just how dirty her mind had become, although it obviously was HIS entire fault for becoming so stunningly sexy. Had she just said that out loud? Oh Celestia. She hadn't even noticed, and she was just once again thinking about what she had seen earlier when he took off his shirt, letting her see his perfectly sculpted torso.
That’s when without noticing it, she finally lost it, as she was on her way towards the bathroom before she even knew it. She could hear the shower running from the other side of the door, his manly voice humming a tune, clear even when distorted by the water.
“He likes to sing in the shower, same as I do” she giggled to herself. Her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest any minute now. Gulping, she managed to unlock the door with her magic, silently so he wouldn’t notice. It wouldn’t hurt anyone if she took a small peek now would it? In fact, she would be doing it for both their sakes, and it would really help calm her hormones.
She hesitated a few moments before opening the door, her hand shivering while holding the knob. Then suddenly, she stepped back. She couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be right! It would be horribly rude to spy on somepony (or in this case, somedragon), while they were taking a shower. She knew she would hate it if someone did it to her, besides, it was the kind of thing men did, not ladies like her!
Being busy with her own thoughts, Rarity failed to notice that the shower was not running anymore. She tried to step back and return to the parlor, hoping he would not notice her presence but just as she put her foot on the first step, she had a terrible realization: in her hurry to get away, she had forgotten to lock the bathroom door.
“He will realize what I was intending to do… and of all things that might happen that’d be THE. WORST. POSSIBLE. THING! THE END OF THE WORLD!” She didn’t flinch as she ran back to the bathroom and that’s when it happened.
“Uh Rarity, I was wondering if you—” He stopped speaking when he felt a soft and small body collide with his. Confused at first, the realization that it was Rarity hit him like a brick and he froze, her body now glued to his. He was wet, and only covering his private areas with a small towel around his waist, as if it was a mini-skirt.
“…I-if you had another towel you could lend me… I just found th-this one in the bathroom, but it seems to be too small…” He stuttered with a fainting voice, his face bright red, and his heart beating in his chest as if it was about to explode.
Rarity noticed she hit Spike’s huge and muscular wet body, her head laying over his neck and chin and her hands resting on his chest. That hot and wet chest. She could hear the drake’s heart beating wildly against her. She bet he could feel hers too.
She started to pant heavily. This was the kind of paradise she always dreamed of since her beloved had returned to town so it had to be a dream. Maybe she had stumbled while heading to the bathroom and fell to the floor, knocking her head and falling unconscious. It had to be like that. She started sliding one of her hands down over his chest, feeling the smooth sensation of his skin and his toned muscles. His clothes hid such a magnificent body.
Her hand’s path took it over his toned abs, feeling them under her palm and stopping there. She was getting too close to that part of his virility that was still unknown to her.
The whole situation and the gentle touch of Rarity’s hand was driving Spike insane as much as it did to her, he just hoped she didn’t notice what was starting to happen under his towel. Her soft touch was just too much, not to mention he could also feel her firm breasts pressing against his chest and the sweet smell of her hair right under his nostrils.
Spike let out an almost inaudible moan but, somehow, she was still able to hear it. It made her hormones go even crazier. Rarity felt her legs weaken, as if she was about to faint. It was just too much for her brain to take in, for her to want to something that un-lady like, struggling against her own body and trying to rein it in despite its desire to do otherwise. She suddenly felt tired and weak and started to slide down his chest.
Spike noticed this and quickly grasped her, holding on to her forearms and accidentally applying to much strength. She gasped softly at this, immediately realizing that she wasn’t in a dream at all. That terrible realization made it worse, just as he was about to ask her if she was all right, Spike noticed that she was having a nose bleed!
“Rarity, are you feeling ok?!” he cried out, horrified.
She noticed something flowing through her nose and yelled in horror when she saw it was blood, desperately trying to cover her nose with her own hand in order to avoid staining her beautiful hand-made white shirt. It was useless though. The flow of blood seemed to be impossible to contain using her hands alone.
That’s when Spike, in a heroic attempt to save his damsel in distress (and her clothes), quickly handed her a towel to cover her nose with. Her fabulous outfit was safe now! He also helped her lean her head back, her eyes now fixed on the ceiling so as to stop the blood coming out from her nostrils. It seemed to work and she was about to thank him for his noble and heroic act when she realized that Spike hadn’t had a better idea than to hand her the same towel he had been using to cover himself.
Just what was he using to cover his body now? Was… he... completely... naked? Rarity couldn’t find out though, as she just fainted at her latest realization. Spike, still holding her in his arms, now looked truly alarmed, having no idea as to just what was going on with her and what the hay to do now.
“Rarity!” Was the only word his mouth was able to make out while holding onto the always stunningly beautiful, and now unconscious, white horned damsel with his strong dragon arms.
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Oh yea i see somethin happening that envolves spike lookin hella hot and rarity wants dat-ass now after him bein gone for 2 years
I hate to nitpick, but this section feels a bit oddly written, like, it uses some terms of phrase that seem very odd to a native English speaker.
If you don't mind, I suppose I'd propose a rewrite:
But perhaps that isn't quite what you were going for.
Ha, this is a fun storyline so far. Please do continue on with this lovely tale.
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hahaha congratulations compadre!!!
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umm ok
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wow I really really like the changes... I'm spanish talker although I have the help of few editors, and also I'm more into drawing so this is so new for me, so thanks a lot for your help!
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welcome! hope ya like!
2068990
Off course I will, darling
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why thankya!
MOAR MOAR I TELL YOU
2069882
it will be more : )
Spike left Ponyville to live in Canterlot two years ago. Forward to the story!
Ha! I love it! Why do you always update when I'm not online, Pia?
Oh well. Things were about to get hot and heavy werent they? 
I love the anime style nosebleed Rarity got. Hilarious! I'll be looking out for this one!
You could use a proofreader, for a number of small mistakes, but overall, nicely done. Very, very interesting and sexy, looking forward to more.
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This comes to mind for Rarity here:
2072185 Care to explain what magical powers brought me here? Was it to show that you used that awesome video I showed you?
Also... PIA-CHAN! WHAT THE HELL? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME Y'ALL WROTE A SPARITY??!?!
I like to support my awesome and dedicated fans. which you are one of.
Fan-fucking-tastic! Must read more!
PS Racko sent me here. I am glad he did
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The story is what brought you here. One of the reasons I used that video is to pull you here.
That and we both know you have no life.
Nose bleed LOL
Te pasaste
ALL OF MY YES!
Ah-hem.... This was very good. When can we expect more?
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just hope not to dissapoint ya
okey dokey, the funny thing is I put it like that and later I changed it lol thankya!
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well I don't know darling xD and pls update your story NOW!!
2070993
well i have 2 proofreader lol imagine if I wouldn't have anypony xP
2072185
oh I was so used to see Rarity I forgot she was always so like... well, her! xD
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well I didn't know you'd care, I even have another fic and it'salso Sparity lol wait wow almost all my fav writers are here, I feel like I'm a very important pony :D I'll be the toast of the town, the girl on the go, I'm the type of pony everypony, everypony should know
and well I'm very happy you like my story ^^
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no se por q pero creo q Rarity con nosebleed sería de lo más gracioso del universo xDD
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of course darling
2075695 I know the feelings, lol. Proofreaders, makings writers look a lot smarter than they are since... FOREVER
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imagine how silly i am... having 2 and still being not very smart xDDD
2078267 Oh, I think you might be selling yourself a bit short there
Infinte yes, must HaVe MOAR.
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i'm working on it right now : )
You really have a cartoonist's mindset for this! Your paragraphs are mostly arranged in panel-sized snippets that the mind can easily build into images. The internal dialog is pretty well done, especially since you as an author are probably used to "thinking" in a completely different language.
A small point for your consideration. You use contractions in narration, for example "That’s when Spike, in a heroic attempt to save...". While contractions are great for internal dialog such as "She couldn’t do that, it was so un-lady like!", the actual story's narration usually benefits if it has a distinctly dignified manner of writing. This helps separate descriptions of what is happening from a character's own thoughts. A contraction is a part of speech that indicates informality, and an omnipresent narrator is usually quite formal!
On the whole, a solid read! Even humanized and muscle-enhanced, Spike is still a humble boy with a crush. You did pretty good on Rarity's character too, but she actually seems a bit too calm. Rolling about on her bed and spying on him in the shower is well and good, but this is the mare who falls to pieces over a missing ribbon! One could easily see her clawing at the walls or kissing a pillow before throwing it across the room in horror.
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will take your points into conssideration, also I have some people better than me for writing so hope next chapters will be better written.
well I'm a cartoonist lol I use to make comics, so it's my first attempt on writing (or second if i take into account my other fic I'm writing parallel with this one), since making comics takes a lot more of time and nobody can help me in the whole process. So I wanted to throw my ideas in a fanfic, and has been a good experience, although I've discovered over the process is not as easy as I thought it was. So thanks for your tips, although i didn't get if you liked the story or not
And wow, now I notice you're the one who writes that fic of the letters to Celestia! I love your story, can't wait for Celestia's response to Rarity's letter... you write with a lot of words I have to search in my bilingual dictionary xD so I guess you know what you're talking about so again thanks a lot for taking your time for commenting on my newbie story : D
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Let me clarify myself. As to whether I like this story or not, in a word, yes. In two words, hades yes! There are a ton of Sparity stories out there, but most have tissue-thin plots. You actually try to put some context around the pair having a serious relationship, and acknowledge that there are some inherent difficulties. In other words, Rarity doesn't just fall over and beg Spike to scoop her up followed by a happily ever after. You make the lizzard-boy work for it!
Also, I meant it as high praise when I wrote that you have a "cartoonist's mindset". A problem I often find when reading a story is that whatever grand idea the author had in his head did not make it to the computer screen. You are very descriptive of the characters' actions and emotions, just like a comic book is made up of focused shots that tell the tale alongside brief bits of dialog and narration which compliment the images. This style of writing means the readers can easily reconstruct in their minds what you see in yours.
I need to clarify something else. You're certainly not a newbie, especially not compared to me. You have six times the followers last I checked, over twice as many total story views, and a massive art portfolio. Heck, your drawings have even been featured on Equestria Daily. I just wanted to add a little helpful criticism in the hope that you'll continue to improve in your writing. Thanks for commenting on my newbie story!
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and I really apreciate criticism, because it helps to improve. Always if you have a correction to do, I'm willing to accept it if I think it fits right, I'm always triying to improve the story even when a chapter was already published, so thanks a lot, now I'll take your tips in count for future chapters.
why thankya! I mean just wanted to get what you was saying, sometimes I just don't get the things in the right way
And you're a newbie? then you're really good, and I like how you have such an extensive vocabulary! So you cast Rarity very well
O3O
Also, you're doing it wrong! You don't lean your head back to stifle the nose bleed. You lean forward pinching the nose.
And the mystery continues, of WHY PEOPLE GET NOSEBLEEDS WHEN THEY THINK OF PERVY THINGS!
2350822 When one thinks pervy thoughts they tend to blush. You blush because blood rushes to ones face in embarrassment and/or excitement. Depending on the level of pervyness in one's thought more blood rushes to ones face. If there is too much blood in one's system it looks for a way out. Thus leading to a nosebleed....Or something along those lines
>Her little sister was almost the same age a Spike
I believe there's supposed to be an "as" before Spike.
3069217 perfect profile picture dude/dudette
and dear author... manga style nosebleed?
have some internetz
Two people love each other but are too afraid to say anything. The oldest cliché in the book if there ever was one. Still good though.