Ponywatching

by ThunderTempest

Prompt #462-It Finally Happened

Ponyville, a peaceful town it was not,
But the inhabitants made the best of their lot.
But whether it be from parasprites or Discord,
Ponyville ponies are rarely bored.

But the tale today is not an ancient being’s cause,
But rather comes from a young dragon’s claws.
For the young dragon, Spike being his name, you see,
Had a lust for both gems and fair Rarity.

Yet it was neither of these things that compelled the drake,
To enter Rarity’s bedroom early in the morn, and shake her awake.
No, this action was not without reason or cause,
Though once heard, it may give the fair unicorn pause.

As Spike shook Rarity awake,
He called her name, hoping to break her stuporic state.
“You must rise from bed,” cried Spike, “you must hurry.”
To which Rarity replied, “Dear Spike, what has you in such a flurry?”

“Can you not listen?” said Spike, and Rarity did hear,
Through the walls of the boutique, sounds of moans and groans drawing near.
“The zombie ponies have come, fair Rarity,” said Spike, “and we need to be going.”
Rarity sighed, “Why do I suspect that this was of Twilight Sparkle’s doing?”

[time]

The drake smiled a nervous smile, one that Rarity knew well,
For it meant that she was closer to the truth than Spike would tell.
But Rarity had come to trust in Spike and his advice for the drake was smarter than he looked,
And decided the best course of action was to listen to the drake, and the two booked it.

And so did unicorn and dragon depart the town,
Hooves and claws striking the ground.
Explanations and exposition they could delay,
As the important thing now was getting away.

Author's Note:

Written for Prompt #462-“Where No Dragon Has Gone Before” (Theme Week, Day Four)
The Prompt: Spike in Rarity’s boudoir.
Special rule: The reason Spike is in Rarity’s bedroom cannot be directly related to Spike’s crush on Rarity.

Written entirely in rhyme in honour of Talk Like Zecora Day.

Comments

[Pen Brush]

I was not aware it was talk like a zebra today. Why must you make me weary. Horrible rhymes are what I do all the time. I hate this...

[Themaskedferret]

*Snerk* Zombies improve so many things.