> Bad things happen to cheating ponies.
>  by PinkV5
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> Where do I start?
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"That is all for today. And since I'm in such a good mood today, no homework!" The sounds of gleeful approval from her students filled her room. As each student left her classroom individually, Rarity hummed to herself as she ran her hands through her grade book.

"Hey, Rarity." she turned her head to meet the eyes of her tall pink-haired friend.

"Hello, Darling, lovely to see you. And wearing the matching blouse I made for you," she said, hugging her. "We match so well! What brings you to this side of the school?" she asked playfully, shaking her bust back and forth.

"Hey, the other girls are heading to Sugar-Cube Corner for lunch. I was wondering if you'd like to come along, oh uh, if you don't have other plans, of course," she asked. Rarity let out a small laugh at her friend's timidness, making her blush.

"As nice as it sounds, I have to decline. I have an appointment with the Spa later. I want to look my best for tonight!" her voice rose as she jumped up and down like a young mare in her chair.

"Tonight? She asked, bewildered.

"Well, as you know, the GGG (Grand Galloping Gala) is less than a week away. Only those with an invitation are allowed to go, alongside their plus one. So, tonight, I was going to ask if he wanted to be my plus one." she finished. 

"Oh my. That sounds wonderful. I'm so happy for you two. How long have you two been together again?" she kindly asked.

"It's been more than seven months now. I'm so excited to surprise him," she exclaimed. Fluttershy's eyes widened as she listened. As they walked out, they waved goodbye to a few of their students near the front gate. She looked down at her hand, admiring the small silver ring with an engraved "R x T." "You got those rings together, right?" she asked. Rarity's smile grew bigger as she fidgeted with her ring.

"I still remember it all so clearly. You know, I've never had the best taste in men. I always aim for high society. But Thunderlane was the first to approach me instead of the other way around. I've gotten to know so much about him, and I feel like this is the perfect way for him to see a new side of me. One that he doesn't get to like on our usual dates. And I think that today couldn't be more perfect. It'll be just the two of us." she finished as they reached the road fork.

"That sounds so sweet. Promise me you'll tell me about it tomorrow. Our usual spot." She said, giving her a hug.

"I promise, and thank you as well. Now, I best be on my way. I need to be there in 30 minutes, or else I'll be late," she said as she waved goodbye.



(bells ring)
"Hello, Aloe." Rarity said. She walked up to the reception desk. Aloe greeted her as she punched in Rarity for her appointment.

"Hello, Rarity~. I'm so happy you could make it. We have a special surprise for you." she said.

"Oh, and what have I done to deserve such a thing?" she playfully asked, knowing very well what she did. Rarity has been advertising the Spa alongside her friends for the past few weeks. Spike spent hours working on fliers and business cards while the rest handed them out. Now, wanting to show their appreciation, Aloe created an extraordinary idea for her exclusively. With a loud whistle from her fingers, Lotus showed up wearing her usual white attire, holding a large bottle in her hands and a sealed envelope. Rarity gasped at the sight of it.

"Is that what I think it is?!?" she screamed as Lotus playfully shook the bottle. Inside this bottle is a special lotion that will temporarily crystalize your body into that of a crystal pony. she said.

"Dear Celestia! How did you ever acquire this?"

"I gave it to them." said a voice. Rarity turned around to see Spike, one of her closest friends and best go-to man, er, dragon, for anything she needed help with. Over the years, Spike's body rapidly aged after his molting. He was almost as tall as Big Mac, around 6'1. And at only age 19, he was sure to grow taller. He grew more muscular as well but still maintained a slim figure. His wings grew over half his height. Rarity remembered the days when she had to crouch slightly to look him in the eyes, but now she's the one who has to look up to see him.

"Spike. H-how In Equestria, did you get this?" She stammered, crossing her hand over her chest. Spike walked over to Lotus as she passed him the bottle. He turned back to face Rarity.

"Twilight and I visited the Crystal Empire not too long ago. While she was off dealing with the "Official Princess business," I decided to stretch my legs and walk around. That's when a mob of fans ambushed me. I stumbled across this beauty shop to hide in, and when I saw the lotion, I thought of you...That came out weird; I mean, that was wrong of me to s-say, uhh-" Rarity laughed aloud, unable to hold it in. "Anyways, I figured I'd write Aloe about it and pick some up for business."

"Spikey, you're adorable. What's in the envelope? The receipt." she joked.

"I'd rather you look yourself." He said. Entertaining him, she slowly opened up the envelope, pulling out a letter. It reads...

"To Rarity Belle,

I humbly write this letter to you to cordially invite you to this year's Grand Galloping Galla. However, this letter is also to inform you that this year's Gala won't be in Canterlot but Instead will be held at the Crystal Empire as a showing of Peace throughout Equestria. They're will be a fundraiser in the form of an auction as well, and I would love it if you made a small set of dresses and suits to be auctioned off. I eagerly await your arrival.

Sincerely, Princess Celestia."

As soon as she finished reading the letter, she jumped over to Spike, hugging him as tightly as she could while squealing in delight. She planted a long kiss on his cheek before calming down.

"Now that that's settled, let's begin your appointment. Would you like to try the wraps first or start on your nails?" Lotus asked as the pair walked to a different room, leaving only Spike and Aloe at the counter. Dropping his facade, Spike rubbed his cheek softly as small strands of smoke vented out from his nose.

"You "stumbled" across a beauty shop. I find that hard to believe, Dragon-boy~"Aloe said. Her Polish accent disappeared into a more country-like, earthy tone. "The fans thing, I can believe. But, you "stumbling" into a beauty shop. Na-uh. You can't fool me." she finished. Spike glared as she gave him a snarky, playful grin.

"Ponyville has changed you and Lotus. And it's true, for your information......the one I went to first was out, so I had to look around," he admitted. Aloe snorted at his admission to the story. "What else was I supposed to do? Leave without picking up anything for her. I got everyone else something, it's not my fault I wanted to get her something more..."special." Aloe stopped her laughter after hearing him.

"Spike. She's with Thunderlane. You know that," she said. His eyes narrowed as he stared a hole into the ground below him, clenching his fist.

"I know. It's just...a part of me is still with Rarity." he leaned on the counter, crossing his arms. "It's hard for a dragon to move on," he said.

"So, what? You just going to pray to Celestia that they don't work out and you get a shot?" she said, spinning in her chair.

"What? Never! I only want Rarity to be happy. That's what matters to me. And if Thunderlane can do that, then I can live with that also," he said, sounding a little defeated. Aloe stopped spinning, noticing how annoyed his face looked. And, although she knew where he was coming from, a rather weird question formed in her head.

"What if he couldn't?" She asked, leaning closely on her desk. Spike stood up straight, facing Aloe.

"What do you mean? Shouldn't that be obvious," he remarked.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room changed. Spike let off an evil aura. A small, nasty smile slowly danced on his face. His draconic eyes slit as if he was a wild animal stalking down his prey. She rolled back a tiny bit. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the air around her became bearable again. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he leaned into her closely.

"As I said, if Thunderlane makes her happy, then I'm happy to," he repeated. Aloe didn't expect such a surprising showing from him. She wrote it off as him acting tough in front of her. She cleared her head from negative thoughts about the drake and decided to give him a little scare of her own.

"Well, you wanna know something?" Spike raised an eyebrow. "Lotus and me's offer still stands if you are...interested,"[i/] she whispered in his ear. All the scales on his body tensed up as he remembered their rather bold offer of starting a herd with the two of them. It wasn't just the Crystal Empire ponies who grew fond of the dragon. He jumped back from the counter, covering his blushing face with his hands.

"Look. I'm flattered, but-

"I respectfully decline. I know, I know. I just thought it would be a good reminder."[i/] She winked, her accent reappearing as she grinned from her handy work. Spike quickly thanked her for helping him and left as she returned to his castle. About two hours passed, and Rarity was on her way back home.

"Dear Celestia, I can't believe I'm doing this," she expressed, biting at her nails. "I don't think I've ever been this nervous. I've faced deadlines, diamond dogs, A mad Titanic dictator, and PINKIE PIE, but having......What if he doesn't show up? What if I perform badly? No, No, No, Rarity. Banish away the thought. You are Rarity-Belle!" Slapping her face, she cleared her thoughts and arrived at Carousel Boutique.

"Ok, You've already called Thunderlane, and when he arrives, I'll-" Rarity stopped as she dropped her keys. As she bent down to grab them, she noticed the doormat was out of place. Despite not knowing why, she had a nagging buzzing feeling that she should check if the spare key she kept under it was still there. She turned the mat over, seeing the key was missing.

"Maybe he got here before me and must have lost his key again," she thought. Her buzzing feeling faded briefly before quickly returning after opening the door. All the lights were on, revealing scattered clothing sets on the ground. It trailed from her living room, leading upstairs to her bedroom. One of the pieces she recognized was Thunderlane's famous Wonderbolt jacket. She didn't recognize the other set. Upon examining one of the garments, she noticed the stitching of a Curved R embedded on the far right.

She stuttered, "This is mine," as she held it. She always suspected Sweetie Belle was the one taking her clothes. Suddenly, she heard a door close upstairs, causing her to jump. Although there was no reason to panic, she hid under her sofa. She threw her purse and bottle under there with her.

"Thanks for dropping by, babe." Rarity's eyes shot open. She listened in as they reached for their tossed-away clothes. "You sure you can't stick around longer? She texted me she was at the Spa. We got plenty of time left before she gets back from her "SeAwEEd SpECiAl" or whatever." he finished laughing.

"I wish I could, but it has to rain somehow. That's again, by the way. Call me again the next time you're here alone thou. I love all that bougie shampoo your sugar mama has," said the other voice. The sounds of wet lips pressing each other followed, tearing a canyon into her heart. Part of her tried to deny herself the truth, only for the cold floor and dust to shake her back to reality. A silent puddle of tears and worn-down make-up covered her face, pooling on the dirty, hard floor. She covered her mouth as she exhaled, scared of being found making noise. She froze as her phone vibrated in her pocket, thanking Celestia it wasn't on ringtone. Quietly, she reached for it to look at the message. It was from Thunderlane.

(Hey babe, When are you coming home? It's so boring here without you😴)
(...)
(I'm sorry. I got a call from the school. It looks like overtime for me.)
(That's cool. I'll watch a movie! L💜VE YOU!)
(......)
(See you soon, Darling)

She switched off her phone as she watched him fist pump in the air, appearing elated by her not coming home. As he marched back upstairs, she slowly crawled out from under the couch, leaving behind her purse and the bottle Spike had given her, with tears streaking her makeup and dust clinging to her clothes. She opened the door and walked into the street, hoping to find solace or comfort in a friend. Fluttershy was the first that came to mind. She tried calling but was left on voicemail. She tried all her other friend's contacts on her phone. Each one ended in no response. Eventually, the rain began to pour down on her as she walked further away from the boutique.

In intense anger, she hurled her phone onto the ground, causing the screen to crack. She remained motionless, tears streaming down her face as the rain poured over her.
BZZZZ, BZZZZ, BZZZZ

Rity lifted her head, looking around to find the source of the sound. She looked back at where she had thrown her phone. It was ringing.

"Twilight!" she said in a breath of satisfaction. "Twilight, We need to talk. It's essential, I-

"Let me stop you there," Said a familiar voice. She recognized Spike's voice over the phone.

"Spike, w-why do you have Twilight's phone?" She asked.

"Well, Twilight is asleep at her desk again. I just walked in to bring her some coffee and found her sleeping. I dropped a blanket over her, and I saw you called her and recalled. I can wake her up if you-

"NO! No. That-...that won't be necessary. I'll just handle my problem myself." She said. She wanted to talk to someone but decided against waking her hard-working friend over what she considered her problem. Before she could hang up, however, Spike spoke up.

"Wait, I can talk," he said eagerly. Maybe it was the combination of needing conversation and her frustration, but Rarity felt the tightness in her throat, leaving slightly.

"Spikey, you're not doing anything important, are you-

"No, unless you count reading comics important. Besides, talking to you is a million times better than reading some comic," he said, a small giggle leaving his mouth at the end.

"I...thank you, Spike. It means the world to me r-right n-n-now." As her tears crowded her eyes and her throat clouded with unwanted air, Rarity's heartbreak officially settled in. Her knees buckled, bringing her to the ground, while her ears and eyes began to burn. Crying a waterfall over the betrayal of the man she loved. Her clothes provided little warmth as she shivered in place. She stared at the ground, her eyes burning lightly from her crying. Suddenly, a loud voice called over the sound of the rain.

"RARITY! RARITY!" she heard; the call echoed in the night air. She looked in all directions, trying to distinguish where the voice was coming from and from whom. The rain stopped next as a silhouette of wings loomed over her. She panicked, screaming out as she scampered in the mud.

"Go AWAY, THUNDERLANE! I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!" She shrieked.

"Calm down, Rarity. It-

"SHUT UP! I DON'T WANNA HEAR ANYTHING FROM YOUR-YOUR...BASTARD MOUTH," She heaved, grabbing her throat. Her voice gave way from how loud she was screaming. The silhouette drew closer to her. It reached out its hand, only to be slapped in refusal. Lighting up her horn, she wanted them to see the look in her eyes. She was instead greeted with her mystery silhouette's natural face. It was Spike. Wearing plaid pajama pants, she saw as the rainwater traveled down his pecs to his abs like a waterfall.  Snapping back, she wanted to ask what he was doing here, but her voice was as tiny as Fluttershy's. Ever so gently, he grabbed underneath her legs and behind her back as his face drew closer to hers.

"Just nod for me ok." He calmly said. "You don't wanna go home right now, do you?" he asked her. Rarity nodded in disapproval. Immediately, he opened his wings and lifted them off the ground slowly so as not to upset her. Once he was high enough, he took off.

"I've been searching all over for you," he said, causing her to snap her attention toward him. "All I could hear was the sound of rain and you crying on the phone. Then I heard thunder near the castle. I know it may have been nothing, but I couldn't help but worry about you." He concluded. She felt a warm sensation in her heart by his concern. They soon reached the castle, where she presumed he was taking her. As they approached, Rarity's stomach made a growling noise, making her feel embarrassed. Spike chuckled, noticing her blush.

"Feel free to use my bathroom. I'll prepare a meal for us." He kindly offered. Before she could get a chance to thank him, she left the room. As she made her way to the bathroom, she was amazed by its spaciousness. There was a walk-in shower and a cabinet stocked with skin care products and shampoos. But what blew her away was the enormous bathtub. It looked like a natural hot spring. 

"I guess when you're a growing dragon, you need a lot of space," she thought before walking back to the sink. After washing off the last of her makeup in the sink, she glanced back at the shampoo she had spotted earlier.

"I love all that bougie shampoo your sugar mama has."[i/] The recollection of hiding under her couch while listening to her unfaithful boyfriend was still vivid. Trying to push the thoughts aside, she couldn't help feeling violated. Hastily grabbing the cheapest-looking shampoo bottle, she stepped into the shower, the warm water soothing her body. After half an hour, she noticed a note slipped under the door. It said, "I've left some clothes for you on my bed. Come downstairs whenever you're ready."

"Seriously, Twilight. Pajamas with math problems on them." Rarity sighed as she put on the pajamas. A rich aroma filled the air, compelling her to the kitchen. Spike opened the oven door as she walked in, greeting her with a full view of his butt. She gasped, blushing, ducking under the table in embarrassment. Spike stood up and placed the tray on the table, unaware she was in the room. She had a playful idea to jump-scare the drake when suddenly, the tiles beneath her feet warped and darkened. Her face recovered in smeared make-up, and the space under the table grew smaller and smaller as if trying to compress her beneath it.

"Rarity," he said softly, lifting the tablecloth to reveal her sobbing form beneath. She panicked, trying to escape, but he caught her hand and held her tightly from behind. "It's okay, it's me, Spikey...your friend," he whispered to her. Feeling the warmth of his embrace, she sank to the floor, her tears seemingly endless. Spike stayed with her until the last of her frustration and tears had subsided.




"After she left, he texted me. Thunderlane thinks I'm working late for school right now and is expecting me to return later," She said, taking another bite of her food. After her abrupt scare, Spike sat with her until she calmed down enough to talk. He listened to her story, not questioning why she was under the table. Not that that matters to him anymore. He only cared about what he could do for her right now.

"Maybe you should spend the night here," he said.

"I- thank you, Spikey. I will." She said. As she sipped the wine, she glanced over to his plate. Not a single thing was touched.

"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm not hungry. I kinda just fixed it," he said. Rarity eyed his plate again—hunger in her eyes. With a smile, he slid his plate over to her. Playfully clapping her hands, she took another bite. 

"I'm glad you like it," he said, sipping his water.

"Like" is an understatement. I don't even know what it is, but it tastes wonderful." She said.

"I learned it from Twilight's mom growing up. She trusted me with handling fire over Twilight, what with the whole "dragon" thing," he joked, earning a chuckle from her. As he watched her, Spike smiled, seeing her happy again. He wondered what would have happened if he didn't call her when he did. That's when it hit him.

"Tell me something; why didn't you call me?" She stopped eating. "You said you called everyone, but I didn't get a call from you," he said.

"I-I I don't know. I couldn't see myself talking about something like this with you. I'm sorry I didn't consider you. I was just so...distraught." she answered. Spike shook his head. He got up, taking his dishes to the sink.

"If anyone should be sorry. It's him. What did you see in him?" He asked.

"He came up to me. Although I initially had doubts, I eventually fell for his charm. He made me feel like a princess. So, I did my best to make him feel like a king. I made clothes for him for his birthday, shared my belongings with him, and even revealed where my spare key was kept. I genuinely cared for him. Now, I'm thinking that maybe that wasn't enough...or that I was merely being strung along some outlandish prank. I should have realized that he never truly cared, and neither does anyone else," she said, finishing her statement while her hand trembled, dropping her glass.

"Don't say stuff like that. And don't beat yourself up over him. He's not worth the headache. And he certainly isn't worthy of you." his tone was solemn as he picked up the glass. She looked at him, studying his eyes. "He looks...still," she thought. His expression changed again, now softly smiling. She finished the last of her wine and passed the glass to him.

"You should get some sleep. You can use my room," he said. She nodded and left the kitchen. As he stood at the sink, his mind wandered away from the task at hand. The sound of running water faded into the background as his thoughts consumed him. The soap bubbles in the sink began to swirl like a vortex, the water turning a dark, foreboding red. His ordinarily gentle eyes sharpened like daggers, and the pink gloves on his hands transformed into deep blue ones, reminiscent of a surgeon's gloves. Lost in his own world, he couldn't hear Rarity calling out to him until she reached out and touched his shoulder, jumping in surprise as everything returned to normal. 

"You startled me. I thought you were going to bed?" he said.

As she stood next to him, she suddenly fell silent. Her heart swelled with gratitude, and she shyly whispered, "Thank you for dinner. It was wonderful." She leaned in, kissing his cheek softly before hurrying upstairs to his room. Spike felt his cheeks flush with warmth, and he couldn't help but wag his tail in excitement.




Rarity eventually went to Spike's room to retire for the night. However, she found it difficult to sleep as memories from earlier that day haunted her. She dreamed of herself stuck under her bed as Thunderlane made love to the mystery mare she was being cheated on with. Erid creaking noises echoed in her head. Upon waking up, she let out a scream, feeling disoriented. Panting, her sweat ran down her face and onto the covers. The sounds of the rain were still as heavy as earlier. She ran her fingers through her hair before walking to the bathroom. She ran herself a glass of water before noticing a glimmer of the promise ring that she still had on her finger.

"Have I been wearing this thing the whole time?" she asked herself. If the mirror could interact with her, it would nod disappointment for not noticing. As she took the ring off her finger, she glanced at the trash can, intending to toss it away. However, the flood of happy memories she had shared with Thunderlane made her hesitate. She recalled when they would nap in her boutique, stroll in the park, and dine out together. Her hand tightened as she struggled to unclasp her fingers. Sadly, she surrendered with a deep sigh, returning to the sink countertop to contemplate. With a heavy heart, she opened her hand to examine the ring, feeling mocked by the initials R and T engraved on it.

"Even when I know you've wronged me, I can't rid myself of you, can I?" Her voice quivered as she gently slid the ring back onto her finger. Glancing towards the shower, she focused on the towel she had used earlier. Its purple and green colors drew out memories of Spike from her mind. She remembered all the trips to the gem caves, the song he wrote for her, and now, recently, how he carried her back to his place, cooked her dinner, and selflessly offered his room. She felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to talk with him again. Seeing his face would be enough. It didn't have to be about anything special, just something to discuss. This yearning desire to be near him compelled her every thought.

"I should go find him, right?" she asked herself. With a smile, she rushes out of his room, knocking on every guest door she sees, hoping to find him still up. She checked every room with no luck.

"Maybe he's downstairs. He did say something about reading comics," she thought. Walking down the stairs, she saw her target sitting down. She called his name softly, but Spike didn't move. She moved closer, saying his name again. Now, standing directly behind him, tapping his shoulder. She lightly nudged him to notice her when he suddenly fell over the couch. He was sound asleep, peacefully snoring away.

"Huh, he looks rather cute when he's asleep. Brings back memories of when I was still taller than him," she mused. Suddenly, he let out a little whimper. "Oh no, did he hear me?" she wondered. Spike merely shifted in his sleep, now showing off his bulge. He changed from his plaid pj's into a single pair of briefs. She could feel a knot in her throat as she stared at his body, examining him from head to tail. She loomed over his head, her lips an inch away from his. She could feel the warmth from his being so close.

"MHM," he mumbled before licking his lips, catching Rarity off guard. Suddenly, Spike's arms enveloped her body, pulling her close in and using her as a body pillow. "My...hoard," he mumbled, his arms tightened around her as his hands slid across her side. He let out a snarling sound as his hand rested on her ass. "Thunder," he muttered. At that moment, his wing enveloped her like a blanket. She was starting to wonder if he was awake and just messing with her, that was until she felt something pressing against her. Her heart raced as she guessed what it was as it slowly grew in length. She looked up at his face, still out cold.

"OMGOMGOMG," was all she could think about. Her cheeks grew redder as Spike's length rubbed itself against her legs, feeling the heat it radiated. Unexpectedly, Rarity could feel a growing heat of her own rising. She gasped as Spike suddenly poked at her entrance from outside pj's. She could feel her legs shaking as he began lightly humping outside her entrance. She gasped lightly but couldn't will herself to break free of his hold. Instead, she used her arm to hold Spike from his side as she gently pushed back against him. His snarls increased as he muttered again.

"She's...my...Hoard," he growled. Rarity could feel herself getting more heated as he pressed harder. Unable to contain herself, she moaned, further pressing against his length. She wanted more, growing bolder for the drake. Using her magic, she removed her pajama pants, exposing her bright purple panties. She opened her legs up, allowing him to hump against her clit.

"UHM, what the" Spike stopped as he looked down at Rarity, their faces paralleling each other of embarrassment, shock, and arousal. Neither said a word as they remained frozen in place. Spike tried to open his mouth but to no avail. Rarity started tensing up, fearing what Spike would think of her for sneaking up next to him. Rather, she saw his face redden as he winced in pain.

"Spikey, are you ok?"

"Y-YoUr-"

"What?" she pleaded.

"You're SquEezing mE," he said. She looked down, moving her legs, letting his dragon hood breathe. Spike exhaled in relief as he sat upright, making her do the same.

"I'm so sorry," she said.

"It's ok...So...was my bed not comfy or something?" he asked.

"What, no, no, no. You see, what happened was...I had this nightmare and a towel, and you appeared and the dinner talking...I should start over," she said nervously, chuckling. "You know what? Just forget I was here." She stood up and walked to the stairs.

"Wait!" he said. She turned to see a desperate/pleading look on his face. He blushed heavily, shaking his head before clearing his throat.

"I can't sleep," he said. Rarity looked at him, momentarily confused, before letting out a small laugh.

"You were just happily snoring away. Not to mention snarling." She thought.

"I-I was just resting my eyes. But it seems like I'm not the only one who. Bad dream?" Rarity paused for a second, recalling her nightmare.

"Y-yeah. I mean, yes. I did," she said.

"Wanna...talk about it," he said, rubbing his neck and sliding over to the far end of the couch, patting the spot beside him.

"I-no. That's quite alright.

"Oh...Ok then. I'll just-

"But-" she suddenly said, the room falling silent. She took one final soft sigh before continuing. "You know, Spikey, I usually have Opal sleeping next to me. But, since I'm not home and she's obviously not her, If you were to accompany me to sleep, I wouldn't be opposed to the idea," she finished. Spike couldn't believe what he heard. Although his mind couldn't process it, his body was already moving toward her. They moved slowly up the stairs, each step sending butterflies into their stomachs. Rarity could feel her palms sweating as her knees started feeling more and more like noodles, while Spike could feel his wings and tail stiffening up. When they arrived at the door of his room, they paused for a moment before reaching the knob, touching hands. Rarity pulled her hand back first, glancing up at a flustered Spike.

"Uhm, ahem. Allow me," he shakenly said, opening the door for her. She nervously thanked him before walking in as he closed the door behind them. They stared awkwardly at the bed before them, afraid to make the first move.

"After you," he said. Rarity climbed onto the bed covers, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath her. Even though she had slept on it earlier, it felt different this time. Spike felt the same way as he climbed in after her. They grabbed the covers, draping them over themselves. They awkwardly peered off into the ceiling, waiting for who would make the next move. The rain became un-forgiving as it nailed against the glass doors leading to the balcony. They quickly glanced into each other's eyes before returning to the ceiling, feeling the tension in the air rise. They both blushed in embarrassment. As Rarity listened to the sounds of the rain, she shakenly curled up as the sound of thunder paved the air.

"Spikey," she said. He looked over at her as she turned to her side.

"Could you maybe...big spoon," she asked. Spike could feel the fire in his chest blazing as she asked him. He shuffled closer. He paused for a moment before wrapping his left arm around her. His breath grew heavy as he felt her stomach through the pj's soft fabric. Suddenly, she slid her lower body back, her backside directly against his bulge. Spike whimpered as she shuffled lightly, arousing him further. Before long, Spike was fully erect. His pre-staining through his briefs. The air between them grew hot as they lay there.

"Rarity?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

"C-Can I look at you?" he asked. She didn't answer; instead, she slowly pushed the covers off the two of them as she climbed atop his chest. Her face was bright red in the dark as she rubbed the sides of his chest. He moved his arms to the side, allowing her complete access. She swallowed, running her hands across his pecs, his fibrous muscles fulling her hands. Spiked hummed in pleasure as her fingers traced along his abs. 

"Am I...doing good?" she timidly asked. Following her earlier example, He slowly sat up, brushing away her lush purple hair. He playfully took bites around her neck, leaving small marks on each one. She threw her head back, wincing at the pleasure. Massaging her lightly, he moved his hands down her thighs. She hurriedly pulled the pajamas over her head, tossing them off the bed. Not wasting the moment, he unclipped her bra, grabbing it with his teeth as it slid off her. He paused briefly, admiring her bust.

"Woah," he said before swallowing the knot in his throat.

"Can I?" He asked.

"Please!" she pleaded. "Please touch-Ahh~" Spike lapped at her nipples, going back and forth on each one. She grabbed the back of his head, steadying herself as she let out a soft coo. He happily listened to her moans as he suckled on one, lightly biting and pulling on it before lapping at it again. He let go, a small strand of saliva connecting them before switching to the other. She looked back as she felt Spike's member touching her, looking like he was about to rip out his briefs. She tapped his head, stooping him before she climbed over to his right side, grabbing the band of his briefs. She slid them off, shocked by their look. Seeing her face, he hides his shame with his tail. She turned to face him.

"Sorry. Reflex," he said nervously, chuckling.

"Reflex?"

"Let's just say Starlight is the reason I had a personal bathroom installed," he quoted, having been walked in on by her numerous times throughout her stay in the castle. He removed his tail, pulling the rest of his briefs off his legs and onto the floor. He was big, bigger than any she'd seen on the internet. He didn't have a ring or a flare; instead, he had a row of small soft spines, a pointed tip leaking pre, and was as thick as her wrist. She swallows before moving closer. His strong musk made her burn in her panties, tightening with every tiny movement she made. Climbing atop Spike again, she spread her leg a bit, giving him full access to her. Grabbing his member, she could feel it pulse almost violently in her hands. He let out groans of pleasure as she stroked him up and down.

Spike hungrily eyed her soaking wet panties as she looked for a rhythm. Letting his instinct guide him, he took his hand, firmly grabbing her ass as he moved her panties. He gave her a taste, sending her into strokes and moans of pleasure. He gave her a few more licks before plunging his tongue inside her; her sweet taste reminded him of sapphires and vanilla. He swirled his tongue around her sweet, warm walls. Rarity also tried to focus on giving to him, but the pleasure was too much.

"Oh, Celestia!" she moaned, sliding back on his face. Her moans filled the room as the sound of the rain grew silent to them. She squeezed at her nipples as his tongue punched away at her cervix. Spike grabbed her ass with his hands, trying to press her down on him more. She responded by lightly bouncing in place, allowing him tiny pockets of air to breathe. She looked down at his throbbing member, a small stream flowing down his shaft. She lifted herself off him, much to his dissatisfaction. She placed herself on all fours, raising her ass for him.

"Please, Spikey. Take me! I need you!" she cried out. Aligning himself against her pussy, he took a moment to admire her body; however, something wasn't right about how this all felt. He knew her to be a romantic soul, not someone who would throw herself at him so readily. With a gentle touch, he turned her around and lowered his hand to her face, looking into her eyes. She smiled, relaxing to his touch. Her eyes trailed to his member.

"C-can you be gentle?" she asked of him.

"I promise," he said. Holding her legs, he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside her. She moaned as Spike slowly slid inside of her. He paused for her once he was halfway in as she winced and adjusted to his size. She gave him a nod to continue. He trusted her slowly, delighting at how warm and tight she was. He grabbed her by her legs and held them up as he increased his speed. Their connecting bodies reverberated throughout the room, canceling the heavy rain. He looked down, enjoying how her breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. He leaned into her, putting her into a press as he drove himself deeper into her.

"Ahhhh~, Spike!~" she screamed, encouraging him to continue. He pulled out of her, turning her to her side, lifting her leg before filling her again. As she moaned away into his ear, Spike quickened his pace, thrusting into her harder than before. Rarity tried to look at him, but with every thrust he made, it became more difficult to open her eyes. Without warning, she let out a high-pitched squeal, juices flowing down Spike's cock. This only provided him with more lube. Each one of his thrusts packed more power behind them, leaving Rarity in a state of bliss, and he ravaged her body. Spike groaned as she became more open to his assault. Suddenly, he pulled out of her, lowering her leg as he moved to lean against his headboard. She lay there gasping from the intensity of his thrusts. Her only thought was wondering why he stopped.

"Come here, my little pony," he said seductively. Even though she couldn't feel her legs at the moment, she felt compelled to him. She found herself sitting atop Spike's lap. His cock hotdog her as he licked the bite marks he made earlier. She whimpered as he teased her.

"Spikey. I-I...I want it back in." she said. Spike stopped licking, looking up at her with almost innocent surprised eyes. It could have fooled her too, if now for the snarky grin he wore. Rarity smirked back at him before raising herself, aligning her pussy against his tip. She suddenly dropped against him with full force, his member fully embedded inside her. Using the remainder of her strength, she began riding him, using the headboard as leverage to balance. They moaned out together in pleasure; she could feel her second wind fading as her second orgasm approached. Suddenly, Spike grabbed her arms and wrapped his tail around her. He began ramming himself in and out of her at a lightning pace. No longer caring if someone was listening, they let their voices go; Spike's grunts and Rarity's moans echoed past the room's door, traversing throughout the castle.

"Haah~ I-I'm-I'm close. Rarity! Where should I-

"INSIDE! Please! INSIDE!"

No longer able to hold himself back, he continued his rapid movement, thrusting in and out of her with all his strength. His hot and steamy cum filled her insides as her orgasm splurted out of her. With one last thrust, he gripped her ass, pushing him down on him as the rest of his cum filled her insides. The pair sat together, panting heavily from the intensity of their lovemaking. Rarity used Spike's shoulder to rest her head as she lightly grinded on his lap, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. Once she stopped, he ran his hands across her sides, up to her shoulders. In an instant, he flipped her onto his bed, reversing their positions.

"Spike, what are you-" She was cut short as Spike's lips made soft contact with hers. Her eyes closed, feeling her body melting away, yet her mouth and heart burning with his affection. They continued, trying to dominate the other's lips with their own, caressing their faces with their hands. She felt the softness of his scales as he playfully used his fingers to massage behind her ears. Spike eventually broke the kiss, the words "I love you." leaving his mouth as he did so. She looked down into his eyes; Spike continued-

"I love you! I love everything about you. Your snow white coat, your vibrant purple hair, that Moonlite smile, everything. Hearing you speak is a gift to my ears. That's why when I heard you crying over the phone, It broke my heart. You screaming at me, thinking I was Thunderlane till your throat grew sore...I never want to see you like that, ever again. I'd happily make it my life's mission to keep you happy. I mean every word I said earlier as much as I mean right now. I can't hide or try to hide my feelings for you anymore. You're my Fantasy." He finished.

"S-Spikey, I-" she paused, her heart racing. "I need to tell you something." Spike listened for her reply.

"I didn't call you because...I knew you were in love with me."

"Wait! You knew?"

"You told me after your birthday. Remember?"

"R-Right. The whole...falling from the sky thing? But why didn't you say anything after?

"You were young. I didn't want to hurt you. Plus, I..." Rarity once again paused. This time for longer.

"You what?" he nervously asked.

"...I-I didn't want you to hate me," she said, a small tear forming near her eye. Spike leaned his head down. She closed her eyes before he suddenly kissed the one with a tear. She giggle lightly before opening them again, greeted with his smile.

"I could never hate you. Sure, I would have been upset, and I'm a little hurt that that's why you didn't call me," he pulled her upwards until she was sitting on his lap again, "but I could never hate you. I love you!" He kissed her again as he softly set her back on the bed. Rarity soon drifted off to sleep, her gentle snores pleasing his ears. Meanwhile, Spike replayed the events of today leading up to this point like a song on a loop. He gently nudged Rarity off of his chest and walked to the bathroom. Once inside, he looked over to his cabinet, moved around some bottles, and pulled out a piece of paper.

"Ah-ha, there you are," he said, having placed emergency letters throughout the castle using Twilight instructions; grabbing the attached quill, he quickly began writing. Once completed, he blew a puff of fire, sending it off to Princess Luna. With a grin, he smiled to himself in the mirror before heading back to bed. To his surprise, Rarity was awake, staring at him as he closed the bathroom door.

"Sorry. I thought you were asleep."

"I was until my favorite dragon pillow walked off." He chuckled before sliding back into bed next to her. She rested her head against Spike's chest again, enjoying the warmth he emitted. He wanted to talk to her more. Listen to her voice again. But that could wait for the morning as he had plans to form and tasks to complete. Spike ran his fingers through her hair, playfully curling it before letting go to rub her sides as they slowly drifted off into sleep.
> The following day
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As the sun began to rise and its rays gently filtered through the window, Rarity awoke, annoyed by Celestisa's wake-up call washing over her. She tried to shake it off and go back to sleep but found it impossible to relax. Eventually, she gave up and decided to start her day, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. She splashed her face with water, trying to shake herself fully awake. It was then she realized...she wasn't at the boutique. 

With dread dragging in her voice and her hands mowing through her hair, she uttered, "Oh, No," as the realization hit her. In a jolt of profound shock, she swung open his bathroom door, glancing around at everything in sight. There was a large Power Pony poster pinned to the wall, a bowl of gems sitting atop a wooden desk, and a shelf holding pictures of her friends.

"I can't believe what I've done. I'm a terrible mare," Rarity whispered to herself, her voice trembling with regret. "How could I use Spike like that? He's been nothing but kind and selfless to me. And what did I do in return? Betray him and his feelings for me in the worst possible way! How could I do that?" Her eyes began to tear up as she continued to berate herself. "I'm ashamed. I feel so, so, disgusted with myself. I'm...I'm..." She trailed off, her voice cracking, as she walked over to one of the pictures on Spike's shelf, staring at it while wiping away her tears.

"This was the day we opened the friendship school, but somethings off," she thought. She held the picture closer, noticing Spike's eyes were focused on her instead of the camera. "He...he's looking at me," she said, her tone becoming softer. Rarity ran her hand over his image. "Oh, Spikey," was all she could say before she heard the door clicking open behind her. Rarity froze in place, scared to turn around in fear of it being Twilight or Starlight. The smell of pancakes and syrup danced, filling her nose.

"Morning, sleeping beauty." he sang.

Rarity turned around in relief, walking over to his side. "Oh, thank Celestia. I was afraid you were Twilight for a moment." He hugged her before they sat down, passing the breakfast tray to her. "Breakfast in bed. You shouldn't have," she said.

"Of course, I should. And you don't have to worry about Twilight; I told her you were here." Upon hearing his words, Rarity choked on her pancake.

"What? Why?" She grabbed him by his shoulders, shaking him like a rag doll until she suddenly gasped. "You tell her about...us...and last night?" She said, cupping her mouth in fear.

"EWW! No! Twilight's basically my guardian. I just told her you're here," he explained. "It's not my place or story to tell about why you're here. I wouldn't do that to you," he added. Rarity lowered her hands, gripping them in her lap as she tried to think of what she should say to her.

"Will you help me? I don't know if I'll be able to keep my composure after yesterday's dinner," she asked. Spike grabbed her fork, getting a large piece of pancake before feeding it to her.

"Of course I will. What's a gentle drake for if they can't help their lady?" he said. The last of his words scratched something inside Rarity's head. She looked down at her ring, a reminder of her (technically) current boyfriend, before glancing at Spike. She took a few more bits of her pancakes, enjoying the taste of the fluffy creations while pushing away her thoughts.

"I washed and placed your clothes in the bathroom," he said, handing her her breakfast.

"Thank you. I most certainly can't be caught wearing Twilight's pajamas leaving the castle. I would be the laughingstock of the town." she said, waving her fork.

"Well, I think you look good in them," he said, rubbing his neck.

"You think I'd look good in anything," she replied, waving a piece of pancake covered in syrup in front of his face. He gently grabbed her hand, opening his mouth as his tongue slowly wrapped around the pancake, pulling it off from the fork's prongs and into his mouth. She looked on as he neglected to chew, swallowing it whole. She could feel herself blushing, remembering just how insane his tongue had driven her the previous night. As he finished swallowing it, he leaned into her side.

"True," he whispered into her ear, "even more so without anything...like right now." Rarity froze, realizing she'd been naked the whole time. Squealing in embarrassment, she ran into the bathroom squealing. Spike couldn't help but laugh hysterically as the door closed behind her.

"You-You...Naughty-Perverted Dragon!" she cried out.

"I'm sorry, Rares. I thought you were like that on purpose," He said, settling down from his laughter. Stepping over to the door. "I thought you were teasing me. Or that you just preferred sleeping naked." he could practically feel her glare through the door from that last bit.

"I "Prefer" sleeping in "My" nightgown, Not pajamas covered in high-school math homework! And most certainly Not bare-mare naked. I'm not a barbarian," she screamed.

"I sleep naked sometimes. And I'm not a barbarian," he said. 

Sighing against the door, she replied, "I know. You're a dragon."

"A dragon who loves you!" he sang, pressing the side of his face to the door. "Why?" She subconsciously muttered to herself. She glanced around the bathroom in a startle, wondering where the noise came from, completely unaware that she was the one who said it. The thought, however, dissipated quickly as she felt her heart thumping loudly in her chest. That same scratching feeling in her mind arose once more.

"Hey, are you ok in there?" Spike asked, concerned by her awkward silence. Rarity opened the door, covering her breasts with her arm. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked again.

"I'm fine, darling. Nothing to get scared over," she assured him, petting the top of his head. "Now, if you don't mind, I have a morning routine to do." she gave him one more hug before closing the door. Walking into the shower, her body raved as the hot water rinsed away most of the sweat, grim, and... other bodily fluids covering her coat. She closed her eyes, bringing her fingers to her lips. She couldn't help but smile as she re-imagined the passionate kisses he gave her. The tingles she felt around her neck where he nibbled, the carnal pain and tender lickings around where he bit, and the proof of it all still present around her neck and shoulders. As she hummed to herself, she unconsciously grabbed the shampoo bottle and opened it. The snap of the cap made her open her eyes as an unpleasant memory filled her head.

"I love all that bougie shampoo your sugar mama has./i]" The words uttered by her boyfriend's new lover cut like a dagger through Rarity's thoughts and her heart. She stood frozen, the bottle of shampoo slipping from her grasp and clattering onto the shower floor. She gripped the wrist of her trembling hand with her other, trying to steady her focus. She reached for the bottle, raising it over her head, but her grip was too tight as the thick liquid sprayed directly into her eyes. A loud scream left her lips, and she stumbled out of the shower, frantically snatching a towel from the rack. Hearing her cries, Spike immediately stopped what he was doing and rushed inside to her aid, instinctively asking if she was alright. He carefully wiped the shampoo from her eyes and led her to the sink, running cold water over them. Once most of it was out, he slowly let go of her, giving her some breathing room. The burning in her eyes is still present but a lot more bearable now.

"Open them slowly," he asked. She did as she was asked, her eyes red and watering lightly. He grabbed her towel and patted the outside of her eyes with the damp part.

"That better?" he asked. She nodded. Rarity looked up at him, her eyes still fuzzy. Although she didn't realize it, she was hugging Spike tightly, almost refusing to let go. They stayed like that for a moment before she let go of him.

"Thank you, Spike. T-that was rather unexpected of me," she said. Before she could say anything else, Spike stopped her, waving his hand.

"I'm just glad you're alright," he said. He kissed the top of her horn, making her whimper lightly. Noticing this, he grinned at her.

"Was that a whimper?!" he said, a little surprised. Blushing, she turned her head.

"My horn is just sensitive," she said. Spike surprised her, kissing her cheek this time, intensifying her blush. He chuckled as she walked back to the shower.

"Just be more careful, OK? If it happens again, I'm jumping in that shower with you," he said, closing the door behind him. Rarity dropped her to her knees at the thought of them sharing the shower. She glanced over to the bathtub. Eliciting thoughts of Spike washing her with soap bubbles censoring their exposed areas like in those TV shows Pinkie watches. She shook the thoughts away and resumed her shower, this time without incident.

Meanwhile, Spike resumed his paperwork, feeling a mixture of relief and accomplishment pass over him. As he was ready to send it over, he heard a buzzing noise coming near his bed. Curious, he paused. It was Rarity's phone buzzing. He immediately wished he ignored it, however. It was Thunderlane, spelled out in all caps with hearts and kisses on both sides of his name. Spike couldn't help but feel an immense rage constructing itself around him as he stared at the profile picture of Rarity kissing him. His fangs fully exposed, his eyes slit, and his nose flared in anger. 

"How could you hurt someone so loving? So sweet and beautiful? So generous and faithful?" he pondered aloud to himself. Spike picked up the phone ring and let it ring in his hands as he wondered what he should do. Eventually, the phone stopped and fired up again. Controlling his urge to break it, he swiped left and set it back down where he found it. He took a deep breath, letting the anger subside. Once he could feel his eyes return to normal, he immediately snatched the stack of papers he was working on and sent them off using his fire.





"Soarin"

"Present"

"Thunderlane"

"Present"

"Rainbow Dash,"

"Present," Having completed all the tests and trials and her previous achievements acknowledged before joining the Wonderbolts, Rainbowdash found herself in a meeting with fellow wonderbolts, led by Spitfire, Leader of the Wonderbolts.

"Alright, everyone. Today's report is really short and sweet, like our paychecks," she said, earning a laugh from everyone. "Alright, everyone. But First, I wanna acknowledge our newcomer, Commander Rainbow." As Spitfire acknowledges her name, Rainbow Dash stands at attention, planting her right hand across her heart. Rainbow Dash could feel the eyes of her superiors glancing over. She was scared or nervous; however, she was proud to be recognized by so many of her idols, now comrades and friends. Some even gave respective nods to her.

"At ease. Now, I received a letter from Princess Twilight Sparkle that she's planning a field trip to the base. Naturally, 'cause I wanna look good, I accepted the proposal." She said, getting more laughs out of everyone. "Commanders Soarin, Rainbow Dash, and Thunderlane, I want you three to be the guides. We could use this chance to inspire non-ponies to join the future Wonderbolts. Questions?" She asked. Rainbow Dash eagerly glanced over to an even more excited Soarin.

"Settle down, you three, 'cause only two of you are in the green," she said, their happy look almost melting off their faces. "I received a letter of complaint from the higher-ups about the percentage of rain in Ponyville. In contrast, Manehattan and Cloudsdale are in the right numbers. I know I'm getting a streak of white hair now, but my age hasn't affected my tolerance for screwups. Ponyville's levels were in the clear for the longest time. That alone says something, considering all it's been through. What with all the chaos and mayhem.  And in just a single night, its perfect streak was RUINED!" She yelled, banging her fist against her podium, making everyone flinch. "I also had several reports of unaccounted thunder and lightning in ponyville. Control over last night was registered under you, Commander Soarin. Report." She finished.

"Major Spitfire, I was briefed about the reports of lightning and thunder this morning. H-However, I remained posted off the east and south wings of Ponyville while the reports were issued for the north and west wings," he finished. Although Soarin appeared calm, everyone could tell he was nervous. Spitfire had that uneasy air about her when she received bad news. Thunderlane stood up and patted his shoulder. Not being the center of attention anymore, he relaxed and sat down.

"I can answer for the rest. I recommended that he choose my Second in command over the control of the North Wing and my 3rd over the West Wing," he said.

"Remind me who your Second in command is," She demanded sarcastically.

"Sergeant High winds," he answered.

"Ahh~ that's right. And there's the problem. Tell me, "Why in hell" were the wings "split" between two different ponies instead of having Only Sergeant High winds watch over things." She demandingly asked.

"M-my 3rd in command wanted more responsibility, so I-I used this as a test to see if she could handle things independently." He replied.

"I know who she is. And she's damn lucky she even got this chance to begin with. So, why don't you tell your "3rd in command" to get her act together, or I have to "Talk" with her sometime." Rainbow Dash couldn't help but shiver as the word "Talk" left her mouth. Spitfire finished going over the remainder of the list and dismissed everyone.

"I am so pumped to show them Cloudale! The best part is that Thunderlane will be so distracted by Rarity, Soarin, and I can..." Rainbow's thoughts trailed off as she noticed Thunderlane nervously biting his nail.  While packing up, Rainbow approached Thunderlane and tapped his shoulder, startling him.

"You ok?" she asked him. "You seem a little out of it there. Major kinda went a little in on you there earlier, too,"

"O-Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I was thinking...about someone," he stammered. 

"Ugh, go get a room with her already," she jokingly said, punching his shoulder. Thunderlane gave her an annoyed look, running out of the room before flying off into the distance in a fit.

"Weird," she whispered. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see Soarin standing there with the biggest smile she had ever seen on him.

"Whoa, what got you so happy?" she asked.

"Oh, you know, just a little thing called, "The Freest Work Day Ever!" He quoted. The duo danced together in place, throwing their arms in the air as if they were in a rave.

"You can say that again. I get to show off my awesome job, hand it out with my friends and my best bud, and we get extra pay!" she said, pretending to make it rain on him as he danced.

"This is going to be awesome. Did you know she was planning this?" he asked.

"Nope. This is the first I've heard of it, but I don't care. She was probably gonna tell me anyway. Heck, I'll bet she pulled some strings to have "US" as the guides." she finished. The duo stopped they're dancing, grabbing the last of their things before taking off into the sky.

"Feel like eating. I'm starved," Soarin said.

"I'm always down to eat! Got any place in mind?"

"We could hit up Sky Garden. Think they're open?"

"I'll check," she said, taking out her phone. "Huh, a missed call from Rarity. Why so late? Eh, I'll text her later," she thought to herself.

"I'm sure they're open. Hey, wanna race there?" Rainbow asked. Soarin looked at her in disbelief before responding sarcastically. 

"Do you think I'm stupid or just challenged in the noggin?" he said.

"Both," she replied, pretending to adjust non-existent glasses. 

"YOU'RE RIGHT!" Soarin yelled before darting off, leaving a trail of blue behind. Rainbow watched him go, grinning to herself. 

"I'll give him another 10 seconds," she chuckled.




Buzz, Buzz, Buzz,
(Can't talk right now, leave a message.)
("Hey, babe. We need to talk. I just got told off by Spitfire about you stirring up the Weather near the North and east wings last night. I thought you said I could trust you with more work. If you ever want to see yourself sitting at the Commander's table, you need to listen to me. Call me back when you get this.")

Thunderlane hung up the call before gripping his phone as he descended into Ponyville. He quickly returned to Carousel Boutique. Once inside, he hung his wonder bolt uniform on a nearby mannequin before hopping into the kitchen. To his surprise, he found Rarity's younger sister, Sweetie Belle, along with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, stuffing their faces with mint chocolate ice cream. The trio looked like they were crying and sleep-deprived, with heavy bags hanging under their eyes to show it. The three of them froze as they locked eyes with him.

"Please don't tell Rarity!" they all said in unison. He grinned at them, crossing his arms.

"I'd be willing to keep this sensitive information secret...if you pass me one of those pints," he said. The girls looked at each other, then back at him. They form a tiny group huddle, Applebloom popping her head up at him as they whisper.
(Ahem)
"We accept your offer." Sweetie Belle said, sliding him a pint at the end of the table. He cracked it open, the sweet smell of mint chocolate entering his nose before taking a spoon to the pint.

"So, what going on? You three look tired." He asked. They froze once again, none willing to say anything.

"We're fine." They said together.

"Yeah, no. If you're going to lie, look the pony in the eyes. They might believe it next time." he said, annoyed.

"Fine. It started back at the farm...




"So the whole place came up in flames?!" He asked.

"Not the whole place, but the fire burned our tree house," Applebloom said.

"We wanted to help, but Applejack...said we shouldn't worry about it," Scootaloo said.

"So we're here. Not worrying about it. Perfectly fine!" Sweetie said.

"At least you guys weren't hurt," he said, trying to cheer them up.

"Help yourselves first. If you can't help rebuild it, go out and buy new things for the tree house once it's fixed?" he said. The idea sparked renewed energy in the group as they exchanged excited glances.

"That's a great idea. We should get a ping pong table."

"Or maybe one of those fancy schmancy discos Pinkie uses."

"We could make it a party clubhouse," The trio squealed in delight as the ideas filled their head. But, as if cued by the sound of Thunderlane dropping his spoon, they all realized one thing they were missing.

"We don't have any money," they all said. Suddenly, an idea popped into Scootaloo's head.

"Hey, sweetie. Any Idea when your sister's coming back? Maybe she can loan us some bits.?" Scootaloo asked, throwing her pint of ice cream into the trash, making a "Swish" sound.

"Oh, She told me she was working overtime at the school. Though, she might be somewhere else by now," he said, tossing his ice cream pint into the trash can. All of the Crusaders looked over to Thunderlane as if sharing the same body.

"Can you call her and ask if we can borrow some bits?" Sweetie Belle said. Feeling annoyed yet compelled by their pleading puppy dog eyes, he conceded. Taking out his phone, he dialed her number. The Crusader surrounded him as the phone rang in his hands. Once it stopped, he held it close to his ear, expecting to hear her signature catchphrase. To his genuine surprise, however, he heard her voicemail.

"Huh," he grunted.

"Huh. Is that a good "Huh" or a bad "Huh," Scootaloo asked.

"I just got left on voicemail. That's the first time I've ever even heard her voicemail. She always answers, "My calls," He called again, the Crusaders watching once more as it rang. Once the phone stopped ringing, he placed it on speaker.

"Hey, babe. You didn't answer the first-

(You have reached Rarity Belle. I'm terribly sorry I can't answer you right now so please leave a message.)
Beep

Thunderlane grew more agitated by this. The Rarity he knew always answered his phone calls immediately, regardless of the reason. Whether It be making plans for dinner, needing to borrow money, or calling to tell her he was coming over. She was always at his beck and call. He wanted to curse; however, one quick glance at the Crusaders ("Specifically Sweetie") reminded him that he wasn't alone. With a deep exhale, he looked at them and said, "No luck."

"Well, that sucks. Now, where are we going to get the money?" Applebloom said. Thunderlane stared at his phone, still upset for wondering why she didn't pick up. If Sweetie Belle was right, then does that mean she no longer wanted to be with him? Was she planning on cutting him loose?

"No, Stop thinking like that. She must have dropped it or something. Or maybe it broke. No need to get worked up over one missed call. For now, I'd better think about what to do with them." he thought, looking back to the Crusaders. An idea popped into his head. He left the Crusaders, telling them he needed to use the bathroom. As he left the kitchen, he quietly walked up to Rarity's room. Opened the door, he walked over to her dresser, pulling its doors open. Pushing her dresses and many outfits to the side revealed a small cubby door. He forced it open, revealing stacks of bits perfectly lined up showing themselves. He emptied some of it out before putting everything back to its original state. 

"This will keep me on Rarity's good side. And if she notices anything, I'll just say Sweetie took it for herself." He thought, closing the door. As he walked to the stairs, he noticed one of her dressing room doors was open. He went to close it when something caught his eye. He opened the door, showing a small row of mannequins lined up side by side together. He noticed something hanging from one of them. He walked over, englamoured by its size as he touched it. "Oh damn. A gem this size is worth a fortune...I bet it'd look good around her neck." he said just before leaving the room as if he was never there. He returned to the kitchen. Pulling out one of the bits from his pockets, he flipped it in the air before catching it.

"Who's up for a shopping trip?"




Upon returning to the Castle, Rarity recounted yesterday's events to Twilight with Spike sitting by her side. Although they decide to spare some harassing details and what happened after they "supposedly" went to sleep. Twilight listened intently and only interrupted when Rarity's eyes began to water halfway through. Spike took over for her, offering her a tissue as he finished the story.

"I-I'm so sorry, Rarity. That sounds horrible." Twilight said, passing her a cup of tea as she finished wiping her eyes.

"It's ok, darling. Like Spike told me, "You have nothing to be sorry for." I just need time to digest this, is all," she said.

"Do you plan on telling the others before you-you know?" Twilight hinted.

"Know what?"

"Break up with him. Through him out. Kick him to the Curp. Other literature similes." Twilight acted out, making body motions as she did.

"I do plan on telling everyone. And, yes, I will be "kicking him to the Curb...but-" She stopped, fidgeting with her fingers.

"But what?" Twilight asked.

"I-I think...I think I'll have a talk with him first!" she said, shocking the both of them.

"Wh-

"WHAT!?!!?!!!" He screamed, silencing them. He stammered for a second before taking a breath. "But he hurt you! He doesn't deserve to be with someone like you for another day," he shouted. As Twilight looked at Spike, a little too taken aback by his dramatic change in demeanor, Rarity's expression never did.
She stood up, took his hand, and slowly sat back down with him, never breaking eye contact.

"Yes. He hurt me in a way I didn't even think possible. And while I know I can never forgive him for this, I find myself in this headlock of unawareness by him. He used me. That much, I know. Well, now I Want something from him. To admit that he cheated on me. I want to know if his love for me was real. If there ever was any love, to begin with. But I refuse to believe that every moment with him was a lie. You can call it greedy if you want, but I need to hear this." She finished. While Twilight was baffled by her reasoning, Spike continued to look at her, wearing the same expression "still" expression she saw during dinner. He let out a small chuckle, gathering their attention.

"If you're gonna go calling yourself greedy, you might as well be part dragon," he said, slowly leaning into her.

"Well, I guess I do have a little dragon in me. At least now, anyway." She giggled, moving closer to his face."

"Uhm, Are you two okay?" she asked with a confused tone. The pair froze, quickly backing up from each other and facing Twilight.

"All good. What about you, Rarity?" Spike said, sweating.

"Perfect on my part, Spikey. A little heartache won't stop me." She said, putting up her best smile.

"Alright then...Now, last question: Did you guys hear anything weird last night?"




"That sounds horrible. Did anyone get hurt?" said Fluttershy to Applejack. After she and Big Mac managed to get the Crusaders out of the tree house and put out the fire, she shod'd them away so they could rectify the damages. She hasn't slept since. So she traveled over to Fluttershy, hoping to get some supplies from her so she could focus.

"No. Thank Celestia for that, I tell you what." AJ said, downing the coffee Fluttershy made her.

"And how is Applebloom taking this?" she asked.

"Not good. I think I might've been a bit too harsh on them. It was one of those "at the moment" kinda of deals. She's probably at Sugar cube corner stuffing her face with a milkshake right about now. It doesn't matter if it's 8 am in the morning or bedtime. She's always ready for one," she jokingly said.

"So, how much stuff did you need?

"Not much. Just some extra nails, screws, etc. I want to make sure this new tree house is one that can last. I wanna finish this up before the harvest rolls around," she said. They stood up, walking out to Fluttershy's shed. On their way, AJ noticed how torn apart her yard was.

"Sweet Crab Apples, Shy. Did the storm do this?" She asked. She sighed, looking over at her maned animal habits.

"Last night's storm wasn't supposed to be too bad. Once I realized how damaging it was, I gathered all my animal friends inside for the night. Once it all cleared, this was what was left." She finished, wiping a tear from her face.

"I'm sorry, Shy. Tell you what, after I fix up the tree house, I'll come over and fix your habitats for you," she said. Fluttershy unlocked her shed door, revealing all her gardening tools, worker gear, and food stock for her animals.

"Oh, no. I don't wanna be a bother," she whispered.

"Shy, it's impossible for you to be a bother. What are friends for if we can help each other out?"' She said, swinging her arm around her shoulder and hugging her.

"Well, okay. I guess I could use help with the fences leading to the...oh My, I completely forgot!" She said.

"What, What is it?" Aj asked.

"I need to go to talk to Rarity and see how it went!" she said. Applejack gave her a confused look, raising her eyebrow. "Take whatever you need, bye!" she said before darting back inside her house, grabbing her purse and phone before leaving for Sugar Cube Corner. Opening her phone, she noticed a missed call logged under it. It was from Rarity.

"She called me so late at night?" she thought to herself. Though she couldn't understand why, she had an uneasy feeling in her stomach.




Rarity and Spike walked down the streets of ponyville, the morning passing into the evening. The surrounding shops open up, ready to try their luck, while the market opens their booths, ready to do the same. The streets (although a little more barren than usual) were filled with locals conversing in conversation, taking a stroll, or simply enjoying the now sunny weather.

"Well, that was awkward." Rarity said, having managed to "escape" Twilight's questions.

"You're telling me. For how smart she is, I'm glad she bought our "Ghost movie" story," he said, stretching his arms over his head.

"It is mostly our fault. Though I was rather...vocal last night." she blushingly admitted. Spike looked over at her, walking a little closer.

"Yeah, I guess we did kind of get lost in the moment." Spike twiddled with his fingers before rubbing the side of his arm. "I-I, do you...?" he stopped, frozen in place. Rarity looked over at him.

"What the matter, Spikey?" she said. Spike could feel a knot forming inside his throat. He had questions filling his mind. "What are we now? Do you regret last night? Was that a one-time thing?" Out of all the questions he wanted to ask, the one he wanted answered the most...was if she loved him back. He opened his mouth, but the sound of Rarity's phone dinging silenced him.

"It's Fluttershy, She wants to meet up at Sugar Cube Corner. She probably wants to know about-" Rarity paused, thinking of what she could say. She didn't want to reveal that she planned on asking him to the gala, but she couldn't just say something now...could she?

"She's texting about...why did I call her yesterday? Yes, that's what she wants to talk about," she finished, swinging her arm like a sailor. He looked at her funny but shrugged it off.

"Mind if I tag along?" he asked.

"Spikey. I understand your concern about me, but I'm pretty sure I can handle a casual chat with Fluttershy of all ponies," she stated.

"I know. I just want to be there for moral support. Like with Twilight. I'll just be an arm's length away if you need me. That and I wanna get some of those sapphire cube cakes Pinkie makes," he said. Rarity tried to think of a way to deter him, but one look at his face and the thought melted away as she unconsciously draped herself around his arm. He blushed, enjoying the feeling of her firmly pressed against him. She gazed up at him, the sunlight accentuating his purple scales. 

"Has he always been like this? He's so...alluring to me now. His scales don't feel rough or rigid but surprisingly smooth. And his eyes - I've never seen a shade of green so perfect before. His arms are slim, yet I can feel their fibrous strength. I can only imagine how powerful his wings must be," she pondered. Suddenly, an idea came to mind, and she whispered it to Spike. He grinned, happily agreeing before walking off to a nearby alley with her. He scooped her up in his arms as she clung to his neck. Opening his wings, he pushed himself off the ground. Rarity let out an enthusiastic scream as he took her to the sky.

"This is amazing!" she screamed out as Spike flew past a tall building, making curves around it, trying to impress her.

"You're telling me. I didn't touch the ground unless I had to after my molt. Hey, Wanna fly through the clouds?" he asked. She eagerly nodded; Spike flew up higher into the sky, passing through the fluffy white clouds as she cheered in delight. He parked himself on one, holding her firmly so as not to drop her.

"Hey, huh," he said hesitantly before continuing. "Did Thunderlane ever take you out like this?" She paused for a brief moment before answering him.

"A few times. But, never like this. He couldn't carry me for too long before getting tired-" She stopped, looking down to see exactly just how high up she was. "I don't have to worry about that with you right now...Do I?" she scarcely asked. He nodded no as she let out a sigh of relief. 

"Thank you for doing this for me," she said, locking eyes with the drake.

"Anytime," he said, returning her soft gaze. They sat there for a few more moments when a small cloud breezed past Spike's face. Rarity fanned most of it out of the way when she suddenly burst into laughter.

"My, My, Monsieur, What a distinguish mustache you have there," pointing at the mustache-shaped cloud on his lips. He chuckled, playing with the cloud on his lips.

"Thank you, my lady. I grew it myself," he said. Out of nowhere, that itching feeling returned in her mind, and with a vengeance. The words "my" & "lady" entangled themselves inside her head. With a regretful tone, she asked Spike to bring her back down. Seeing her discomfort, he quickly blew the cloud off his face and descended back down, just outside of Sugar Cube Corner.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

"No. I just didn't want to keep-
(Doorbell rings)
"THUNDERLANE!"





The place went quiet as Rarity locked eyes with Thunderlane. He smiled, walking over to her. "Rarity, babe. Where've you been?" he asked, planting a rather long kiss on the side of her cheek. She glanced over to Spike, whose rage was equal to her initial shock. Gathering every ounce of willpower he had, he forced himself to relax. Finally parting his lips, he said, "I called you earlier today. Twice. Why didn't you pick up?"

"I-I didn't know you called me. But I'm happy I ran into you," she said.

"I'd be happy to run into me too," he said before turning his attention over to Spike.

"Spike. How's it hanging, bro?" he extends his hand out for a fist bump. Mentally biting down his lip, Spike returned the gesture, trying his best not to hit too hard.

"I'm good. Same as always," he replied.

"Are you sure? You look different since the last time I saw you," he said, moving closer to him, getting awkwardly closer to his face. He managed to resist the urge to charr his face with his fire. Before anything else could happen, they heard an all too familiar voice squeeing towards them. "HI, YOU GUYS!" Wearing her signature cupcake party apron, jeans, and size to small pink baking apron, Pinkie Pie jumped over the top of the counter, doing a backflip before grabbing Spike and Rarity into a hug.

"Good to see you two. Spike, it's good to see you too; let me guess. Did you guys want to buy party stuff for the Crusader's new clubhouse, too!?! YES! I KNEW IT WHO WOULDN'T WANNA HELP OUT THOSE CUTE-" she stopped, Rarity's finger pressed against her lips.

"Good to see you two, Pinkie. What was that about Sweetie and her friend's clubhouse?" Rarity said. In a pink flash, all four of them found themselves sitting at a booth, with Pinkie sitting next to Spike and Rarity sitting next to Thunderlane. Spike could do nothing but watch as he slid over to her, wrapping his hands over the side. He wanted to jump across the table and make him stop. He didn't know how long he could keep his composure. Rarity removed his hand herself, however.

"Not now, Thunderlane. This is serious," she said, quickly glancing over to Spike, lightly tapping him with her foot under the table. Following her lead, Spike managed to relax a bit more.

"What the-she barely calls me by my real name anymore. It's always "darling" this or "deary" that." he thought.

"OK. So, long story short, Their Clubhouse was struck by lightning last night in that nasty old storm. Poor things aren't even allowed to help rebuild it, So they're shopping for fun new things to put in the new one. Now, be honest with me. I was thinking of "Pool Table Party Treehouse," but now I'm thinking of "Ping-Pong Party Treehouse." What do you think?" she asked.

"What do I think? Is Sweetie okay!?!" she frantically asked.

"They're fine! They're currently playing through everything they bought right now. I even gave them a discount since they promised I could help with the decorations." she said.

"Oh, that's very kind of you, Pinkie. How much do I owe- oh dear? My purse!" she panics, realizing she hasn't had it since yesterday.

"It's fine, Rarity. I'll pay for it." Spike said.

"Are you sure?" she asked him. But before he could respond, Pinkie interrupted.

"Y'all are fine~. Thunderlane already covered it." Pinkie said, pulling out a rather long receipt from her hair.  She looked at him dumbfounded, seeing him puff out his chest.

"You paid for all of their stuff? You don't even leave tips when we go out to eat," she said, crossing her arms. His eyes widened, awkwardly rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Well, I felt bad for them. It's not a big deal. Not for a Thunderbolt like myself, anyway." he said, running his hand through his mohawk. 

"HaHa~! Not only did I buy everything they asked for, but I also flicked my hair back. I know you Love It when I do this. No doubt in my mind your-" Once he opened his eyes again. He saw her rubbing her temple, embarrassed. Confused, he double-backed on his thoughts. He knew what he was doing was checking off every box for her, but she looked...embarrassed of him.

"Ugh, Spikey-could you please inform Pinkie about "Breakfast"?" she asked of him. Spike caught on fast, jumping up from his seat to lead Pinkie Pie away.

"Okie-Doki-Pony! You two love birds have FUN!" She said, hoping along with Spike. He merely hummed to him as he walked away with her, knowing what he was about to tell her.

"Lovebirds! Don't you just love the sound of that?... Babe-" Rarity got up from next to him, now sitting across from where he was sitting.

"Thunderlane. I need to ask you something," she said.

"Sure, lay it on me," he said.

"Were you seeing anypony..." before" we started dating?" She asked.

"W-what? No, I, I promise. Up until I asked you out, I wasn't seeing anypony. Hehe ~ Why'd you ask?" he frantically stammered out.

"I find it hard to believe a Wonderbolt such as yourself hadn't become friendly with anyone," she questioned. He shuffled in his seat, trying to shake his nerves off.

"Well, many tried. But they weren't my type! I like my women like you like your wine. Strong, yet sweet." he said, making hand gestures.

"Don't you mean "bougie" wine?" she interjected.

"I-I guess? Kind of weird to say it like that, don't you think."

"On the contrary. I overheard a mare just the other day say it about me, and I have to agree. I do own a lot of things one can call "Bougie." Like all of the shampoos I buy." she finished. Thunderlane muttered to himself her words before his mind thought back to last night. He began to sweat, unable to hide his unease.

"What's wrong, dear? You looking rather unwell?" Rarity asked.

"Ughh, y-yeah. I'm good. Just feeling a little tired from this morning, is all. Got my ears chewed off by Spitfire at a meeting," he replied, peering off.

"Maybe you should go to the spa sometime. Their "Seaweed wraps" do wonders for the skin." she quoted.

"S-Sure. Sound like fun." he stammered. Rarity stared at him, letting off a sigh to gain his attention. She took a quick glance around the room, catching a glimpse of Spike, trying his best not to glance over to her. Seeing him sitting there gave her the boost of confidence she needed.

"Actually. I think I need a break as well." 

"Really. Maybe we could-

"I think you misunderstand. I "Need" a "Break." He looked at her, a mixture of nervous and puzzled.

"You mean from work, right?" He said, trying to touch her hands across the table. She closed her eyes, a single tear leaving her as she retracted her hand.

"I mean, I think it's best if we spend some time...apart. Focus on other things. Maybe with "other" people?" She hinted. At that moment, Thunderlane's heart sank as his worst fear was actualized.

"Other" people. B-But, I don't want other people. Screw other people! I-

"Enough!" she snapped at him, causing a few people to turn their heads. Rarity paid them no attention and instead directed her gaze at Thunderlane, who appeared startled. "Please, I just need time to myself. I thank you for helping Sweetie and her friends, but-?"

"But what? I still love you, which is why I'm so confused. Aren't I good to you? Good to your family? I'm a Wonderbolt, for Celestia's sake. Or am I just not bougie enough for you now? Is that it, "Ms. 'I need a prince charming'?" he said, his words cutting into her. Her hand over her heart, she fought off the urge to yell at him. Realizing he had crossed a line, he tried to plead with her that he didn't mean it, but his words fell on deaf ears.

"If you ever even cared about me...then you'll give me my space," she said, walking off to the door. Spike eyed her as she proceeded, quickly inhaling the cake she offered him before grabbing the box of cupcakes he wanted and following her out, something Thunderlane noticed as he stared at the two of them walking out of the door.

"I can't believe it, after everything I had to deal with to get close to her. She wants space away from me. ME! I spent all freaking morning buying her annoying ass sister and her friend's stuff, and the first thing she comments me on is me not leaving tips. Why would I want to leave a tip? That's my money?" He folded his arms across his head as he sat back down at his table. "This is just perfect. After months of growing close to her, she decides just to dump me...no. I can't let her slip away from me. I'm going to; I don't know...Why don't I know?" As he continued to brood, the sounds of the doorbell rang again. He popped his head up, thinking it was Rarity.

"Evening, Pinkie," Fluttershy said, walking up to the counter to greet her friend. "Is Rarity here?" she politely asked.

"Was here? She and Spike just bounced, leaving "him" all alone too." She said, pointing a finger at Thunderlane, who sat head back down.

"Oh my. She just left?" she asked.

"And for good reason! If it weren't for the pinky promise I made with Spike, I'd have already shot him out of my cannon......Into another cannon!" She said, slamming down her hand, causing the poor pegasus to jump.

"I should say something," she commented. She tried walking over to him but was quickly stopped by Pinkie grabbing her hand.

"You should see Rarity. She needs it 100x more than that jerk does." She said before slowly biting into a cupcake. Fluttershy stared for a second before hesitantly agreeing and walking back outside.

"What happened last night? Oh, I hope she's doing ok."




As Rarity arrived home, she slammed the door behind her and threw her phone onto a nearby table. Letting out a heavy sigh, she slumped over her couch. Her cat Opal hoping atop her chest.

"Why did I think that'd make me feel better? I feel even worse now. What was I even expecting? Him to suddenly reveal that he was cheating on me with some-some, hussie pegasus. And WOW, talk about discretion. Dropping breadcrumbs about your knowing was really smart, Rarity."[i/] She thought, sighing as she gripped her couch pillow. She lay there, pondering away her thoughts. Her mind fluxed away over memories of them together. How could she have said or done something to him that made him want another's affection over her own? Perhaps he lied and was already seeing someone before he approached her, and she was the secondary. She couldn't help but feel annoyed over that thought. Her mind drew up a few more things before she heard the sound of her doorbell ringing. As Opal jumped off her, she walked over to the door, hoping it wasn't Thunderlane here to cause another scene. To her delight, it was Fluttershy who was holding a box in her hands.

"Flutter, nice to see you," she said. Fluttershy opened the box. A Spinach and cauliflower crust pizza treated her nose with its fragrance.

"Wanna talk?"




"A little to the left. No, my left Mac. There, place it right there," said Applejack. Big Mac gently set down the new CMC Sign he made, now perfectly hanging outside their semi-finished treehouse. "Alright, let's stop here and finish up the rest tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Eeyup." As they loaded the equipment into a wagon, AJ felt her phone buzzing.

"Hold on, Mac. I need to take this," she asked. He nodded, stretching his arms and legs. He absentmindedly placed a piece of hay in his mouth and leaned against an apple tree. He looked up at the sky. The orange and pink pigment relaxed him as it acted as a daily reminder that he did well and could relax like he is now once he got home. Suddenly, "HE DID WHAT!?!!?!!!" Her powerful voice made the nearby birds flee, and Big Mac scrambled up the tree in fear.

"THAT NO GOOD, PUNK-ROCK, FEATHERED, CHICKEN CHOKING, VARMIT! I'm ON Ma Way Dash. Tell Rarity I'll be there in two shakes of a lamb's tail, flat. (Beep) Big Mac, where do we keep our bullwhip?" She demanded. Big Mac could say nothing. The man of few words was lost for even a simple shrug of the shoulders.

"You know what, never mind. Ma and Pa made me with two hands. That should be enough. Can you finish up here? I have to get to Rarity's place. Its a "girl thing?" She asked, smiling as if nothing she had said earlier was relevant.

"(gulp), E-eeyup." he managed.

"Preciate ya, Mac." She said before taking off. Big Mac looked around him, seeing all the tools and wooden planks he needed to load up.

"Crapapples"




At Carousel Boutique, all of Rarity's friends, save Twilight and Spike, were present as she retold yesterday's events one final time, Pausing only to eat her food. Any tears she had left were carried away earlier by Fluttershy when she first arrived. Upon hearing the story, Rainbow Dash's immediate reaction was to confront Thunderlane. Pinkie Pie was more than happy to help her, seemingly pulling out a pair of boxing gloves from thin air. Rarity pleaded with them not to cause trouble, to which they reluctantly argued.

"Well, if I can't punch him, then who am I gonna punch?" she said angrily.

"Nopony is getting punched, sadly," Applejack said. Rarity thanked her before standing up and wiping her hands with a napkin.

"I need to powder my nose. I'll be back in a second," she said, walking off to her bathroom. Her friends continued conversing while Fluttershy grew lost in her thoughts, looking aimlessly into her drink. Applejack was the first to notice her distress.

"Shy, what's wrong?" she asked. Fluttershy remained silent, but her hands began to shake. Applejack called her name, spooking the poor pegasus and spilling her drink. AJ took the cup from her hands and cleaned up the spilled tea.

"...She's still wearing her ring," she whispered. The group froze, their eyes narrowing as the atmosphere grew heavy. Before anyone could say another word, the sounds of the bathroom door opening and closing caught their attention.

"Apologies for the...what's wrong with you all?" She asked, seeing their faces forcibly making a smile.

"Nothing's wrong/Nothing at all, everything is PERFECT!" Pinkie exclaimed with exaggerated enthusiasm, practically bouncing in her seat. Rarity took a quick glance around the room and noticed everyone nodding along with wide grins on their faces, except for poor Fluttershy, who looked as uncomfortable as ever.

"Flutter, did something happen?" she asked. She let out a long "uhh~" sound as she glanced at the rest of them, who were all either shaking their heads no or making Xs with their hands.

"I, uhm, spilled my drink," she eased out, pointing at the dirty napkins Applejack was holding.

"Oh darling, don't worry about that. No use is crying about spilled milk or Iced tea in this case," she said, using her magic to take the napkins and throw them into the trashbin.

"Sorry again," she said.

"Please, Flutter. You have nothing to be sorry over. If anything, I should thank you." she replied.

"You're... happy she spilled her drink on your table," Pinkie exclaimed.

"Wha-No, I mean thank you for coming over. All of you. You're the greatest friends I could have ever hoped to have," she said, placing her ring hand over her heart. Everyone couldn't help but look at the ring, wincing the longer they looked.

"It's no problem," Applejack said, tilting her hat over her eyes to cover her teary gaze. "What're friends for," she said, everyone nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, and I promise you that jerk won't get a foot near you when you come to the Wonderbolts academy in Cloudsdale," she said. Everyone looked at her confused, eyebrows raised, and mouths slightly open.

"Aww crap, Twilight didn't tell any of you guys either?"




An hour passed as everyone left for their homes, Rainbow Dash being the first of them. However, instead of flying directly home, she chooses to hang around the boutique or above it. She perched herself atop a small cloud in the distance, just high enough not to be seen. She couldn't help but feel the need to watch her friend's back. Out of nowhere, she saw someone walking up to the door. She squinted her eyes, trying to make them out.

"Oh. It's just Sweetie Belle," she said, kicking her feet up and folding her hands behind her head. She looked up at the night sky, sulking to herself.

"Ugh, go get a room with her already," The words she once used as a tease now coming back to haunt her. "...I feel so stupid now," she said, clenching her fist beneath her. Suddenly, a flash of green fire appeared in front of her. She screamed and pushed through the cloud, dispersing it. As the fire diminished, something from its smoke caught her attention. Before it could fall any further, she caught it.

"A Scroll? I know only one guy who can do that," she said. She was expecting the letter to be from Twilight. But, as she opened it, she saw Spike's signature at the bottom. It read

"To Dashy,

Knowing you, you're probably asleep, drooling over your pillow. But if by some miracle you're awake, come to Friendship Castle. I'll be waiting in the meeting room. And if you're reading this in the morning, meet me at the School of Friendship. I'm planning something, and I need your help. You're the only one who I can rely on or, rather, the only one who would be willing.

Sincerely, Spike"

Rainbow Dash read over the letter again, not liking how ominous it sounded. Nevertheless, she tucked the letter into her pocket before jetting over to Friendship Castle.

"You better have a good reason for making me leave her side right now, Runt."
> Distance?
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Rarity! Rarity, please open up. I want to talk," Thunderlane screamed from the front of her door. He'd show up at the Boutique calling for her for the past few days. He tried everything, from slipping letters under her door to trying to talk to her when she'd leave the friendship school—even coming in to "browse" her clothing. That last one only worked once since she banned him from entering ever again shortly after he left. The only thing option he was left with was to yell her name.

"For the thousandth time, Go Away. I have nothing to say to you," she yelled, covering her hands with two tiny cushion pillows.

"I'm sorry, whatever it was that I did. I'm sorry-

"Whatever you-" She stopped herself, her horn starting to glow. "No, calm yourself, Rarity. He isn't worth it," she told herself. She walked upstairs to her dressing room, closed her door, and began throwing herself into her work. Minutes passed as she tried to sketch out whatever had come to her mind, each being tossed into the trash. She sighed, thinking of a way out of her current dilemma. 

"Rarity, you in there," Sweetie Belle asked, knocking outside her door.

"Yes, Sweetie, you can come in," she said, throwing away another piece of paper. Sweetie Belle entered her room, holding a plate of her favorite cookies and a glass of milk.

"Are you alright?" she asked her sister, setting the cookies on her desk. Rarity took off her red work glasses and put them to the side. She nodded to her, trying to reassure her little sister that she was okay. Having seen how her previous break-ups had played out, she immediately saw past her poker face.

"Maybe you should take to him," she said. She scoffed at her, talking over to her fabrics, pretending to choose a set to use.

"I have nothing to say to him," she said, crossing her arms. In her heart, she wanted to talk to him but not to listen to his apologies. She wanted to break up with him officially. No dancing around her words like she did a week ago but to say the words to him and move on with her life. But, every time she gathered the will for it, she'd instinctively grab the ring on her finger. Its touch drove away any semblance of the choice she had.

"Well, I'm heading to my room. Just call if you need me," she said, slowly leaving her studio room. Once the door closed, she looked over at the cookies she brought for her.

"Perhaps I could use a break. It's not like I've been able to focus anyway." As she took a sip of the glass of milk Sweetie brought her, she suddenly received a call from Twilight.

(Hey, Rarity. How are you holding up?")
(Right now, I wish I could lie and say I'm fine.)
(What's wrong, is it Thunderlane?)
(Yes, unfortunately. {sigh} I don't understand stallions anymore. You ask them to give you some space, and they choose to bother you every second of each waking hour.)
(You want to stay at the castle again? I can have a room ready for you in less than 10 minutes.)
(No. The only thing I want is for him to leave. I need to finish these outfits before next week, and with him Pestering me like this, I'm this close to running with Rainbow's idea and hiring a bodyguard.)
(A bodyguard, huh? That's not a bad idea. Hold that thought for one~ second. Spike, can you come here please?)
Rarity's heart skipped a beat as she heard Twilight call out his name, reminding her of the last time they spoke.
(FLASHBACK)
"Are you okay," he asked her, both having left Sugar Cube Corner after Rarity closed off Thunderlane from her personal life. She said nothing as Spike looked over to her, nervously munching on one of the sapphire cupcakes he bought from Pinkie. 

"Spikey," she finally said as her Boutique came into view. She stopped walking, staring at the ground before peering up into his bright emerald eyes. The sun began to set as colors of orange and pink showed through. She shook her head before finally speaking-...
(END OF FLASHBACK)
Back in Rarity's room, a bright purple flash of light appeared beside her. Startled, she spilled her milk as Spike suddenly emerged from it. He was wearing a black tank top and black shorts with a green zig-zag going down the sides. Rarity eyed his appearance as he shook off the drowsiness from the sudden teleportation.

(Wha- Did you just-)
(Teleport Spike to "guard" you. Yes, yes, I did. Have fun!)

Spike glanced around and saw Rarity at her desk. He realized where he was and quickly took her phone to call Twilight, but she had already hung up. "Sorry," he apologized while giving her phone back. She grabbed it, briefly looking at it before returning to his outfit.

"It's fine, uhm. Why are you?" she said, motioning to his damp clothes, which she assumed were from sweat.

"Working out," he said, patting his bicep. "I "was" anyway, before Twilight suddenly poofed me over here," he said.

"That might have been my fault. I was talking to Twilight about how I was actually "considering" listening to Rainbowdash and getting a bodyguard," she said, nervously chuckling. Almost as if on cue, Thunderlane banged on the door again, calling out her name as she groaned in annoyance.

"What's that?" he said.

"The reason she impulsively teleported you over," she said, rubbing her temple. When she opened her eyes again, Spike was gone, her door left open as she saw the end of her spaded tipped tale exit her room. She chased her down the stairs as she saw him walking closer and closer to her front door. She called out his name, telling him not to let him in. He looked back at her with a more minor grin as he gave her a thumbs up, turning back to the door and slowly unlocking it. 

"Finally. Thank you-Rarity?" he confusedly said, expecting his hazel eyes to lock with her Sapphire ones, but instead greeted with ones of Emerald. "Spike, what are you doing here?" He asked, extending his hand out for a fist bump. Spike said nothing and continued to stare at him. Feeling awkward, he retracted his hand and looked around Spike's frame to catch a glimpse of her. He smiled briefly before noticing how damp her clothes looked. Before he could call out her name, Spike suddenly spread out his wings, obscuring his view of her while shielding Rarity's presence. She gasped lightly as she realized what he was doing.

"Unfortunately, Rarity can't speak to you now," he said. Agitated by his interference, he looked back at him.

"Why?" he said, sounding demanding. Rarity could practically feel the intensity in the air. The tension grew as Spike's eyes began to slit—the first change on his face since he opened the door. Not backing down, he grunted as he balled up his fist. Before the tension could get any higher, Spike blew out a cloud of smoke right in his face. He winced from the pain in his eyes, backing up as he vigorously rubbed them. Spike grinned to himself as he let out a few fake coughs, bringing his fist up to his mouth.

"I'm Sorry about that. Dragon thing, I was trying to hold it in. Sorry for the scary eyes," he said, returning his eyes to normal and smiling.

Having regained his composure, he approached Spike again. "I'm sorry. I thought you were trying to pick a fight," he said, rubbing his head. Spike laughed and mimicked him.

"Anyway, She's busy," he said. 

"With what? Adding some glitter to her makeup so she'd look prettier," he said, playfully nudging Spike's side, completely forgetting Rarity was behind Spike. Before she could open her mouth to rebut him, Spike spoke.

"If anything, she'd make the glitter more beautiful," he said, making her blush behind him. "But no, she's working on a project for the GGG. It's going to take a few days to finish, so she needs zero distractions," he said. Thunderlane acted as if he didn't hear him, looking for a way past him.

"That's it. She's just been making some dresses. If that is all, I can help with that," he finished, trying to duck past Spike's wing, only to stumble back as he used his tail to push him out. "Sorry, but I still can't let you in," he said, his eyes somewhat leering at the falter pegasus. Seeing the look in Drake's eyes aggravated the pegasus. He grunted while he dusted his shoulders off, smirking at him as he re-approached.

"Spike, you should be aware that Rarity and "me" have been in a committed relationship for some time now. I understand her "deeply," he declared, leaning in to speak in a low voice. Despite this, Rarity overheard him. She attempted to step forward and confront him, but instead, she stepped back, feeling repulsed. "I am more than capable of sewing two rags together," he boasted discreetly, aware of his crush on her. He expected Spike to back down and allow him in, but to his surprise, Spike smirked. He didn't waver in the slightest, as if he was the one being looked down on.

"Well, Rarity and I have been friends for even . "Longer," he asserted, whispering back to him in the same forceful manner. Rarity once again heard. A small quiver left her mouth as his voice traveled down her body. The insnaring feeling she had slowly ripping off her. "And, throughout those years, I've dug up gems, sorted her fabrics, polished her mannequins, and helped her make dress and suits alike. My knowledge and experience are the very reason I'm in here...and you aren't," he emphasized, leaning into his face. Before Thunderlane could open his mouth again, he continued. "But, if you think you can be a better assistant than me, try going to Friendship Castle and helping Twilight do her job. Here, I'll send a letter telling her you're on your way," he stated firmly, taking a quill from his pocket. Thunderlane jumped back, waving his arms and repeatedly yelling, "You win, you win," before he put the quill back in his pocket.

"Well, do you know when she won't be busy?" he said.

"Can't say, but for now. Suppose you be so kind as to leave us alone. We have work to do," he said, closing the door. As he turned around, defeated, Spike spoke one last time. "Oh, Thunderlane, one more thing-"

"Yeah,"

"I really am sorry about the smoke. I'm not a violent dragon; the only fights I start-

"Are in O&O. You said that already," he replied

"The only fights I start...are the ones I can win!"
(Door closes and locks)

"See, that wasn't so-" he stopped as he turned around to be enveloped by Rarity's arms. Surprised at first, he gladly accepted, slowly leaning into her hug as she nuzzled her head on his shoulder. Spike embraced the movement, holding the back of her head as he smelled a new scent in her hair. "Vanilla, I like it," he thought to himself.

"You didn't have to do that," she said, looking into his emerald eyes.

"I know," he said. He said, closing his eyes as he leaned in for a kiss. Rarity did the same before she once again recalled their last talk.
(FLASHBACK)
"I think we need a break as well," she told him. Spike froze in disbelief, dropping the unfinished cupcake he had in her hands. She looked down at her feet, closing her eyes as she continued. "I'm sorry, Spikey. But I have a lot I need to decompress right now. I'm glad you were with me earlier, but these last two days were a lot to take in. I don't think I'll be able to...focus if you're around me." She stood there, waiting for his response. She waited for words, expecting them to be filled with confusion or anger. Or both. She could feel her hands trembling, her ring tightening in her clenched hands as she braced for his reply.

"... okay"

"What?!!!"

"Okay,"

Rarity was stunned. She couldn't find the words to say to him. She stammered, nearly biting her tongue. She looked into his eyes. They didn't hold any anger or built-up resentment. She grabbed his face, examining him like a new gem she had unearthed.

"What're doing?" he asked, his face smudged by her hand still. She let go of him.

"I-uh... I-I couldn't believe your response," she awkwardly chuckled.

"I get it. I can't say I like being away from you, but your feelings are important," he said.

"Ough, well, I- uhm...thank you for being so understanding," she said, rubbing her shoulder. Spike moved closer to her, brushing away a stray hair from her face.

"Just promise me that we're still friends," he said.

"I promise," she smiled, giving him one final hug.
(END OF FLASHBACK)
"no," she said, pulling away from him and turning around, her back facing him as she crossed her arms. Her head sank as she slumped. Spike sighed, saddened by her actions, before approaching her. He closed his eyes quickly before walking past her, stopping at the stairs. She opened her eyes, seeing him waiting there with his hand extended.

"You coming?" he said. She smiled, taking his hand as they walked upstairs. 




"We're done over here. How's it going with you, Fluttershy?" Applejack asked, walking over to her carrying a bucket of paint. As promised, after she and Big Mac managed to fix the Crusader's tree house, she returned to Fluttershy's to mend all the remaining broken fences.

"I just finished up over her, actually," she said, fanning her work. She looked over her restored yard as if the storm had never happened. She breathed in the smell of the freshly planted flower beds as she took off her gardening gloves. "Thank you so much for helping me out again. Now that all the habitats are fixed, all my animals can return to their homes now," she said.

"It's no problem. I reckon they're going to be real happy when they see it," she said, opening the door as dozens of animals poured out of her house. Her jaw dropped at the sheer number of them.

"You had that many of them critters?" she asked as they walked inside her home. Fluttershy blushed, a little embarrassed.

"I do now," she said. Applejack side-eyed her, confused. She blushed harder, curling her hair with her fingers. When that nasty storm hit us a week ago, some animals lost their homes in the forest. I could leave them out there, so I let them in," her voice growing quieter. Applejack patted her back, easing her nerves a bit.

"That was mighty kind of you. Must have been cramped in her thou," she commented.

"A little. Do you want to hear something?" she whispered. Applejack leaned in as she whispered it in her ear. Applejack burst into laughter, and Fluttershy giggled alongside her.

"No way, that's true. The bear was on the John," she said, clutching her stomach.

"With a Magazine! I think he was wearing my reading glasses Twilight bought me," she said, sitting on her couch. Applejack spotted down next to her, grabbing one of the apples she had sitting in her fruit bowl.

"Listen, Thanks again for the extra supplies. Applebloom can hardly wait to redecorate," she said, taking a bite out of the apple.

"I thought they would've done so already," she replied.

"They promised Pinkie a spot in decorating it, so they're waiting on her," she said. There was a slight pause as she looked at it before taking another bite. "She's busy planning a surprise birthday party for Rumble," she said. Fluttershy paused as she searched her memory for the name. She scratched, trying to figure out where she heard that name.




Having finally been given some peace, she ultimately began diligently sketching on a few designs while Spike checked over and approved the ones he liked, making small note bars for what colors, patterns, and fabrics would work best—hours passed as they managed their work. Standing up from his chair, he stretched out his arms and wings when he stepped on a balled-up piece of paper. Curious, he picked it up. It was a suit design. It didn't look too bad; he liked it much more than any of the other designs she handed him. Rarity, looking up from her sketching, noticed how intrigued he was. She pretended like she wasn't staring at him as he walked over. She took the paper from his hand, excited to see which of her designs he liked.

"Oh," she said, realizing she had thrown it away. Spikey, I can't use this. This one looks terrible. That's why I threw it away," she said.

"I don't think so. You need to switch your sewing pattern on this one," he suggested. "Maybe change the colors from white to blue while you are at it," She placed her hand under her chin and sifted through it.

"Oh my goodness, he is absolutely right. With a few minor tweaks, this piece could become a true masterpiece," she thought to herself, her mind already conjuring up new ideas to add to his own. She looked up at him, Seeing him munch on one of the few remaining cookies that Sweetie Belle had brought up for her earlier. Catching her gaze, he swallowed what he had, giving her a small smile.

"Sorry, I haven't eaten yet today. I'm starving," he said, tossing the rest of the cookie into his mouth.

"Really. Tell me, Spikey, what time is it?" she asked.

"It's Seven," he said, looking at the clock hanging from the wall.

"Well, what's say you and me go and grab something to eat then?" She said. He stammered to him as she stood up from her chair and stretched her arms.

"Just the t-two of us, by ourselves?" he stuttered. She giggled, thinking to herself, "How cute! And to think that this is the Drake who stood up for me so boldly earlier, now reduced to a blushing and fidgeting schoolboy on Hearts and Hoove's Day." She wiped away her smirk and straightened out her clothes.

"You're okay with going out with me, "Not like 'going out' like on a date, b-but 'going out' to eat." He clarified, anxiously shifting his tail. Seeing him like this made her want to kiss him even more than before, but she resisted the urge to kiss his flustered cheeks and instead settled for placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, just two friends going out to eat," she said, unconsciously moving closer to his face. Spike followed up, moving his hands around her side, pulling her in. Although surprised, she didn't resist his advances but encouraged them as she pressed herself closer to him, when she suddenly felt something pressing her side. "Spikey. Is that a gem in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" she slyed flirtatiously.

"He-he, can it be both," he said as his tail slowly wrapped around her side. At that moment, Rarity forgot everything weighing down on her, including the disheartening moment they had shared after Thunderlane left. She was only focused on whether to go out to eat or make out with him now. She made up her mind, closing her eyes as she moved in for a kiss. Suddenly, there was a knocking at her door, interrupting them. Spike let go of her as she opened the door, sticking her head into the hallway.

"Sweetie, can you see who that is!?" she shouted, hearing a confirming "ok" reply from her sister as she closed her door again. She looked back at Spike, taking a quick scan of him. "Let's get you a change of clothes first. You look like you're ready to run a marathon, much less eat dinner," she pointed out. He pinched at his shirt, feeling slightly embarrassed that he'd been helping her in his workout clothes. "I'll find you something," she said, exiting her studio and walking to her dressing room. When she returned, she handed him a green collared t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants.

"Here you are, darl-er, Spikey." she stammered, fidgeting with her fingers.

"T-Thanks"

...

...

"So, do I...need to leave or..."

"Wha- Oh, Right. Obviously, you need your privacy. That's just common sense," she said, slowly backing to the door. "Right, I'll j-just step out here for a moment," she said, closing the door behind her, slowly falling against the side of the wall, and she blushed in her hands.




Back in Cloudsdale, Soarin sat in his living room reading through a list of all the students' names, races, and interests. He didn't like working at home, but he tried to familiarize himself with them anyway so they'd feel welcome. It was only nice to do, after all. He leaned back in his chair, yawning as he picked up his favorite mug, which had the words "I ❤ ApplePie" on it.

"I wish Dashy were here," he said, sipping his coffee. As he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, he picked it up without paying attention to the caller. "Soarin here,"

"Hey, it's me," Rainbowdash said. Surprised, he fell back in his chair, screaming as the coffee spilled all over him. Rainbow held her phone back from her ear, looking concerned. "Is this a bad time?" she asked.

"NO! No, I'm just uh- watching a scary movie," he said, stammering as he patted himself down with anything nearby. He grabbed an old jacket hanging from his door and used it to whip the coffee off his table.

"You hate scary movies,"

"I-I ugh, have the lights on." 

"Oook, anyway. I need to talk to you. Can I swing by?"

"Sure, sure. Just let me know when you-
(DING-DONG)
"Get here." He hung up, quickly rushing to his room and changing his stained clothes for fresh ones, not caring what they were. He opened the door, looking well at how serious she looked. He tried to lighten her mood.

"Nice 'Thrashers' shirt," he said, leaning against his door as she approached.

"Thanks, Bubbles," she teased. He looked down at his shirt as she welcomed herself into his house.

"Hey, The power puff ponies rocked," he said, defending his choice of clothing. 

"I didn't say they weren't." She replied, making her way to his couch, propping her feet up atop the papers he had.

"Hey, be careful where you put those," he warned. She quickly moved her feet, and he retrieved the papers underneath her. 

"Sorry about that," she said, handing him the last piece. "Did I ruin it?"

"No, don't worry about it. This is just a list of all the students coming to the Academy next week. I don't know them like you do, but I still want to make them feel welcome," he said, sitting beside her. She looked at him in awe, impressed by his dedication to the field trip. "So, what brings you to "Mi~Casa"." he finished, putting on an accent. She gagged at his terrible language skills.

"Eww. Don't do that again," she joked, punching his shoulder. "But, I need your help with something. It's big. Like, ultra big." she said, exasperating the scale and its importance with her arms. Soarin nodded, sitting up straight. "I'm serious, Soarin.

"Okay, alright! I understand...what am I supposed to understand?" he confusingly asked. Rainbow took a deep breath, holding it momentarily to calm her frustration.

"It's about Thunderlane," she finally revealed. "Have you noticed him acting...different?" He scratched his head, thinking to himself before something came to mind. He told her about how he's been flying down to Ponyville a lot more than usual. He also asked if he knew of any good shops to visit.

"I would have tagged along with him, but I figured he was asking me so he could go with Rarity," he said. He continued, but Rainbow Dash didn't hear him, blocked out by her thoughts.

"Jewelry shops? Does that jerk think he can "buy" her forgiveness and get back together with her like nothing happened?" she thought, biting down on the inside. "I wish I could punch that jerk's mohawk into a chin strap, but I need to focus." She asked him a few more questions. "Any other places?" & "Do you know if he went alone?" Feeling uncomfortable, Soarin stopped answering, opting to ask his own.

"Why are you so interested in Thunderlane? This is starting to feel more and more like an interrogation," he said. She said nothing, scowling slightly at the floor. Soarin narrowed his eyes, zooming in on her face. Suddenly, he gasped and leaned back. "Don't tell me that you... like-like him," he said with a worried tone. She snapped her head up, disgusted by his remark. Unable to control herself, she slapped him, leaving his cheek slightly red, before storming up from her seat, rushing to the door, and flying off.

He held his face in his palm, cupping the pain as he looked depressingly at his open door. "Nice going, Feather-brain! Offend her more with your thoughtless words. She might punch you next time," he thought, belittling himself. Rubbing his stinging face, he opened his door when he suddenly felt something crinkle under his feet. He picked it up, thinking it was part of his earlier list of papers. However, the paper was smaller than his. "Must be Rainbow's," he thought, assuming she dropped when she stormed off. 

He blinked surprisingly as he looked at the image on the paper - a photo of him and Rainbow celebrating together after her ceremonial promotion to commander. In the photo, both of them were wearing party hats and holding onto each other for balance with red cups in their hands. Still massaging his reddened cheek, he uncontrollably smiled, looking at her drunken face. "I should say sorry," he said to himself before closing his door.





We return to Spike and Rarity, who arrived at one of Ponyville's restaurants, The Green Hoof. "WoW. Okay, this is happening", he said as they approached the restaurant's doors. She chuckled, turning to him.

"Indeed, it is Spikey," she said. He gulped audibly and loosened his shirt collar, his face turning red. She smiled and reached for the door, but he suddenly grabbed it before her and opened it. He stood by its side and lightly bowed to her.

"Lady's first," he said. She happily walked in, unsurprised by his chivalrous actions. Spike has always acted as a gentledrake to his friends. But in her case, he always went that extra step. They quickly found a table and were soon greeted by a familiar face, for her at least. "Hi, Rarity," they said.

"Rumble?" she questioned. She looked at him, holding a pen and a notepad in his hand and wearing the restaurant colors on his clothes.

"Yup, Yup," he replied. He glanced at Spike, who made no expression, but his intense green eyes caused the pegasus to flinch. Rarity noticed the pegasus's reaction to Spike's gaze. "H-hello, you must be Spike," he said after recovering from the initial surprise.

"Yeah. Nice to meet you," he said, putting up his best smile and extending his hand. Hesitantly, he took his hand, gently shaking it. Although he relaxed them, Rumble could feel the carefully filed down claws touching his hands, making him sweat bullets. He awkwardly smiled and giggled to himself before Spike let go, feeling a little hurt by his current actions.

"Are you alright, sweetie?" Rarity asked, touching his arms. He was still fidgety and jumped again before snapping at her. He glanced back and forth between the two of them and his notepad before saying, "Yeah, yeah, uhm...here's the thing, how about I get someone else to serve you? I'm not feeling too well at the moment, he-he," before hastily walking away to another table, far out of sight. Still slightly insulted by his actions, Spike scoffed in his seat while Rarity tried to hold back a snort of laughter. Soon, a new waiter arrived and hastily took their orders—Spike ordering a burger and Rarity a salad. Once their plates arrived, they happily dug in. As she took a bite of her salad, she couldn't help but notice how much more relaxed he was compared to earlier.

"What, something on my face," he said, muffling his words with food in his mouth. She shook her head.

"No, it's just that you seem back to your old self again," she said. 

"Hehe, can you blame me? How could I not have butterflies in my stomach? The "Rarity belle" is having dinner with me." he said with a smile, making her shy away and blush. As she looked away from his gaze, she noticed Rumble watching them. Spike also leaned to the side, curious about what had caught her attention. When their eyes met again, Rumble panicked and quickly scurried away.

"He "sure" seemed nice," he said sarcastically, looking in the direction he walked off to.

"Oh, don't be too hard on him; he couldn't help it," she said before she noticed his displeasure. She opened her mouth to speak again but stopped as she looked around the room. Turning back to him, she cupped her hand to her mouth like a school filly gossiping. "Rumble tends to freeze up when he finds someone... appealing," she finished, leaning back in her seat. Spike took a moment to think before he realized what she meant, and he blushed in embarrassment.

"Well, now I feel both flattered and stupid," he said. She chuckled at his remark as he joined her in her laughter. "If you don't mind me asking, how do you know him?" he asked. She stopped eating as memories of her 1st encounter with him filled her head. She had a nostalgic smile as she aimlessly stared at her salad, playing with the lettuce leaves.

"Rumble is Thunderlane's little brother." She revealed, making him choke on his burger. He quickly swallowed and took a sip of water to calm down. Rarity offered him her napkin, which he gratefully accepted. "I found out he had a sibling after our second date. He's a really nice colt, unlike his brother. That lying.....never mind, let's change the topic!" Rarity continued, nervously releasing the grip on her fork. Spike nodded in agreement, glad to move on from the awkward topic. "How have you been doing, Spikey?" Rarity asked, trying to lighten the mood. Spike smiled and slowly leaned into how he'd been helping Twilight with her duties and the upcoming field trip to Cloudsdale. He got excited when he mentioned how he found a new gem cave, which excited her even more so than him. They chatted for a while longer, already making plans to visit this new cave while savoring each other's company. For a little bit, the past became irrelevant to Rarity as she conversed with her gentledrake. It was only when Rumble appeared again with their bill that they realized the time.

"Here you go," he said, trying to figure out who to hand the bill to.

"I'll get it," they both said, their hands and Rumble's touching. Spike's atop Rumble's and Rarity's atop his. All three blushed as they snatched their hands back to themselves. Spike was the first to speak.

"I'll get it, Rarity. I insist," he said.

"No, Spikey. That's quite alright, I'll get it," she said.

"It's fine. It's only right I pay. Mine was more expensive anyways," he claimed.

"Please, Spikey. You and I both know I'm the expensive one in this relationship," Rarity said anxiously, covering her mouth with her hands and blushing heavily as both pairs of eyes fell on her. Rumble was the first to react, his mouth agape in disbelief. Hearing about this "relationship" suddenly made him question his brother's current position with her. "Did they break up? Why? What's going on here?" These were some of the many quick thoughts that raced through his mind at that moment. Meanwhile, Spike's heart danced as he blushed a storm. He probed his arms up on the table, holding his head while invisible hearts popped around him sweetly.

"I-I mean friendship! I'm the fancy yet generous one, and you're the selfless yet sensual- I mean sweet!-I mean, ugh, Give Me That!" she continued, snatching the bill and opening her purse to count her bits. Rumble took a step back, somewhat frightened by her zealousness.

"You're named Rumble, Right?" he asked. He tensed up when he heard the Drake call his name. He said nothing and nodded. "Here." Both Rumble and Rarity's eyes widened as Spike handed him a rather large gem.

"Wait a minute. They're actually was a gem?" She thought, thinking back to earlier at her Boutique.

"I can't take this!" Rumble protested, waving his hands. Spike grabbed one of them, making the colt blush. He gently placed it in his palm, closing it with his other hand.

"I misjudged you earlier, so please don't worry about it. Consider this both a tip and my apology," he said, standing up from his seat, apologetically nodding to him. Rumble fidgeted before bowing his head to Spike. After that, Rarity handed him the bill, and they thanked him before leaving. The trip back to her Boutique was quick, neither saying a word to one another. At one point throughout their walk, they accidentally bumped hands, startling each other as they bashfully shielded their gazes from each other. Once at Rarity's door, however, the silent wall between them broke.

"Thanks for dinner," he said.

"It was nothing, Spikey," she replied as she entered her room and placed her purse on the table. When she turned around, however, Spike was still standing outside. He starred off at the Sunset in the distance.

"It's getting late. I should head back," he said, turning to face her once last time. She looked at him, a little confused yet sad. "It was nice seeing you again. Even with being your "bodyguard," he said. A warm smile was the last thing she saw before he closed the door, leaving her alone in her living room. Whether it was the sound of the door closing or the last of his words bouncing inside her head, a long and unnerving silence played throughout the room as a thought formed in her mind. "He's...gone-" Suddenly, she sprung up from her seat, lunging for her door before swinging it open as she called out his name with desperation. 

"Spike!~" she called, seeing as he had barely walked away. Seeing her panicked, he spun around to face her. She balled up her left hand and grabbed it with her other, asking, "Will you come back tomorrow too?" His heart skipped a beat when she asked, the light green scales on the side of his face flapping up and down. Walking up to her, he raised his hand and stuck out his pinky.

"Promise."




Spike made his way back to Friendship Castle. His mind is content and happy with the moments and memories of today. His steps were light, and he felt like he was in a play. Entering the castle, he sang in his head and danced around the living room. However, his happiness was halted by a pair of excellent words, "You're late." Spike recognized the voice and froze in his tracks. His once joyous demeanor faded into obscurity as he let out a sigh. His expression became serious as he turned to face them. "I didn't agree to your cryptic-ass letter and these sketchy-ass meetings if you were going to play hooky on me. What took you so long?" They demanded.

"I was busy. Even had a run-in with Thunderlane, thanks to you," he said, pulling himself a chair.

"Me? How?"

"When I told you to tell Rarity about getting a bodyguard, I didn't think it would actually happen," he said. "I thought it would encourage her to stay away from Thunderlane, pushing him further away from her if possible. This afternoon only proved my theory right," he silently thought. "She brought it up to Twilight, and, well, you can probably guess what happened from there," he said, gesturing with his hands. Rainbow appeared from the shadows, her eyes slightly puffy and with tiny bags under them. Spike winced at her appearance. "What happened to you?" he asked. She crossed her arms and blew a lock of loose hair away from her face.

"Does it matter?" she sneered, distancing her voice. 

"Only if you let it," he said rather vaguely. She glanced at him, sucking her teeth before rubbing her eyes.

"I had a little......" disagreement" with Soarin. I'll patch things up with him soon. I don't wanna deal with it right now," she ended, sitting back down, Spike taking the seat across from her. Although he wanted to say something to her, he held his tongue. He felt like he was already asking a lot from her, considering what she's been doing for him since he sent her that letter. 

"Okay, I won't pry any further," he said, locking his hands together as he propped his elbows up on the table. She nodded, "By the way, I don't know where they are. I felt like an intruder waiting for you to show up," she said.

"Did you find out anything," he asked, ignoring her comment. She sat up, leaning from the table.

"He has been visiting a lot of stores lately. Jewelry stores, to be specific, and he's high-tailing it out of meeting the past week. He's restless. A lot more agitated, too. I've been playing it off, pretending like I don't know anything, but I can't say if he's seen through my poker face yet. To top it off, it seems like nobody knows that he and Rarity split. He's gone dark on all media, too." she explained, hoping for some response from him this time. He only continued, however, to stare off vastly into nothing without saying a word.

"He probably didn't say anything to his brother either, considering how friendly he was at dinner."he thought. "Alright, enough about him. Time to focus on "her," he said, unclasping his hands. Rainbow bit her lip in aggravation as he spoke her next few words.

"I still don't know who she is," she said. Spike sighed, leaning back in his chair now. Suddenly, the room's air creaked with malice. She flicked up from her chair, flying in the air as she saw Spike suddenly standing next to the staircase, not even realizing he'd already moved. Her fight or flight instinct took over as a nasty image of a rampaging Spike from way back forged its way into her mind. He motioned for her to follow him. She balled her fist up, a tremor of uneasiness shifting down her back. Descending to the ground, she swallowed, following him closely behind. With every step she took, her skin crawled as he heart pounded. Never before did she feel such......fear. Her palms were sweaty, as was her brow, and before she realized it, Spike was holding a photo in front of her.

"I asked if you recognized them," he repeated. She unclenched her fists. Her hands shook as she took the photo. Upon seeing the face of the mare, however, the nerves she had dissipated as the veins on her body exposed themselves violently. Her blood boiled as she grinded her teeth. She murmured something to herself, inaudible to him.

"What was that?"

"I SAID, "OF COURSE I KNOW THAT BITCH!" She violently screamed. Balling up the photo, she threw it to the ground, stomping on it violently. Spike merely watched, waiting until her sudden burst of anger subsided.

"Well, while I understand where you're coming from, I just needed to know if you knew her," he said, picking up the paper. 

"Wait? So, she's not our mare?" she said, somewhat embarrassed by her outburst.

"I never said that! I merely asked if you knew her," he said, unfolding the paper as he examined the mare in the photo. "If I remember correctly, at your promotional ceremony, both Soarin and Thunderlane were present, right?"

Rainbow thought to herself for a moment before nodding. "Yeah," she said. He held up his hand to his chin, muttering to himself as he paced around the room until he stopped, glancing outside his bedroom windows. Luna's moon shone brightly, with barely any nighttime clouds in the sky. Looking towards her, there was a gleam of the moonlight in his eyes.

"The day Rarity found out she was being cheated on was the same night that a thunderstorm occurred. And from what you said about him and his newfound personality (plus what I experienced today), it's most likely he split the ponyville weather system down the middle. That being most likely to whoever he would normally assign," he paused, snapping his fingers at Rainbow, "But also to whom he disgustingly cheated on with Rarity."

Rainbow was a profound shock. Hearing him create this theory based on Rarity's story, an accidental storm, and somehow theorize the problem at last week's meeting was rather scary to see, especially coming from him. She's always known him to be somewhat goofy. He's reliable and brave, sure, but this was entirely out of character.

"What's wrong?" he said. She gasped, realizing she'd been making a face too long.

"H-How-

"How do I know about the meeting?" he finished, catching her off guard again. "Dragons have a really good sense of hearing. I was there when Rarity dumped that feathered excuse. I overheard him say something about "getting an earful" and needing to relax. Another clue was...well, you.

"ME!'" she bellowed, rising to her feet with her right hand over her chest and her left hand clenched into a fist. Her teeth were grinding as she glared fiercely at the Drake. He approached her with his hand raised in surrender, but he wasn't intimidated. Despite his relaxed demeanor, she refused to back down from her fury. She slowly unclenched her fist before plopping back down onto the bed, her eyes still fixed intently on the Drake.

"Sorry, I meant to say your reaction just now," he clarified. "Everything else, you could say I inferred or, as Twilight would put it, 'made an educated guess.'" She knew he was lying or at least not telling her something. Although she wanted to ask him where he got his information from, Spike suddenly clutched his stomach and stumbled. He forced out a burp, and a scroll appeared from his mouth, along with the accustomed green fire. Rainbow caught the letter before it hit the ground, and she handed it to him without bothering to check the sender's name.

"Thanks," he said, taking the scroll from her. He opened it, slowly grinning as he read over its contents.

"What now?" She asked. He said nothing once more, grinning as he folded the scroll back.

"Right now, I have some more letters to make," he said, waving his scroll. "If you don't wanna help, you can head back to Cloudsdale and-"  Suddenly, his words were interrupted by a rainbow trail that whizzed past him, leaving him in a literal spin. Shaking his head, he breathed a deep sigh, then sat down and stretched his arms and wings, releasing all his tension in satisfying cracks. As he reached for his quill to start writing, the image of Rarity flashed into his mind. The gratifying smile she wore as they shook Pinkie's warmed his heart. He set his quill down, placing all his papers into a pile before standing up.

"I should clean up and get some sleep. Don't want to break my promise by being late."