Spike's Love Dagger

Have I ever told you this story is my least favorite of my workings? The concept is so uninspired, and was executed with unsteady hands. It really, really burns me knowing I can't put myself in a better light with this story. So, I've decided to end it. However, just read a moment, please? I've crafted a better Spike story, a story to which I'm investing all of my soul into. It's called Master. I truly hope you at least skim it. And, to reward you for reading this far, what I had for the next chapter will be found below. It's over, by the way. This story. Feel free to take the concept, perhaps you can perform it better? Oh, and one more thing, you won't be seeing the mistakes roaming around in Master. Two of the finest here have taken part in my council, and they shall spot any mistakes or something uninteresting in Master. So, all the more reason to at least skim it?

If you want to see how well I can perform clop, I have another story in the making. "The Big Apples".

So, anyway, here's what I had.

*An High-Strong Encounter*

Lyra could sense the power in the air. Bon-Bon could too. Together, the two friends searched for the source of it. Scouring everything from bushes to windowsills. Currently, Lyra Heartstring's head was embedded in a hollowed tree, while Bon-Bon was upside down in a hole. Both equally embarrassing positions, but still necessary to locate their prize. This, thing has completely took a hold of them and simply refuses to let go. Not that they wanted it to.

It's sheer scent made them feel so lucid, so desired. It would make any mare feel swept off her hooves. This new sense induces a feeling of love in the two, Lyra especially. Her normal careful and crafty mood has changed into one of a bloodhound on a search. Even her intelligence was reduced.

Catching a scent, the pair ran off into whatever direction it hailed from. Bon-Bon leading the two, mostly because she wasn't as feral as her partner. And would make sure they didn't smash directly into a wall. After Lyra managed to knock over two garbage cans and had almost picked a fight with another mare out, they found the source.

It was in this small clearing between the buildings. Probably some homeless base. A pony in a cloak stood at one of the walls. It wasn't coming from him or her. Next to him is that tailor. Rare or something lying on the ground. She wasn't moving. Then, the music-maker finally found what was venting out her loneliness.

Twilight Sparkle's dragon was sitting there, clutching on to Rare. His scent was so good, like fresh baked sweets during the warm mornings they constantly receive. Calling out to her, she quietly crouched her way to him.

"Listen, Spike. It's dangerous to stay in one spot."

The stranger voiced his urge to relocate, but the words had no effect on Spike. He just sat there, holding on Rarity as it was the last time he'd see her. Unless the stranger could carry her, Spike wasn't going anywhere.

That's it! The end of Spike's Love Dagger! I can't tell you how joyed I am to see this train crash.