Chapters Not a weapon, nor a tool.
The library, a beacon of harmony and order to the single dragon that resides in Ponyville. Ponies were just recently celebrating the birthday for that young dragon before in the library and tried to keep it calm, but with Pinkie Pie leading the group, fun party are the only words that could describe the event.
Now, the Golden Oaks Library is covered in the aftermath mess of the party. Plastic cups, plates, bowls all littered the wooden floor. Books laid on the cold floor, disorderly, The task of cleaning this garbage lays on the shoulders of Spike alone. Twilight had left to take her parents and family back to the train station. Leaving him by himself for a hour or so. Twilight trusted the dragon to be mature and take care of any thing that happens in her absence.
Spike was a small dragon with purple scales and green spikes on his back. Just four years ago, he was hatched by Twilight Sparkle. Though out his life, he never knew who his parents were. Or even if they wanted him in their lives. He was told that his egg was left behind when dragons migrated one year. He was also led to believe that he was in the system for a long time. That ponies made up stories that his was the son of a king to sell him for higher prices. Soon enough, he was offered to Princess Celestia.
He grew up beside Twilight and all her excessive habits. He assist her in many ways: therefor was labeled as her assistant. But their bond was much stronger then that. He didn't do this for extra bits or the approval to reside here. He did it because he was obligated to do it. He's the little brother of the relationship. And he loved Twilight as his mother and sister.
Spike now was on the ladder he uses to reach the top shelves of books and was putting books A-B in order on the shelf. He's done this task hundreds of times, and the chore was easily done. Next, he moved on picking up the trash on the floor. A task boring and tedious in nature.
Soon enough, all the books were in order on the shelves. The walls. floor and ceiling had all been cleansed of all of the garbage that once stained it. The dragon's present, a large ruby Twilight and her friends bought for him, sat on the table while he paced around it. Thinking of ways of preparing the delectable gift.
A knock at the front door took his attention away from his thoughts. Twilight had a key and wouldn't need to knock. It must be one of the party goers that lost something.
Spike walked backwards to the door, not losing sight of the ruby. He turned the door nob to the left. And to finish the opening of the front door, he pushed the wooden structure inwards.
Waiting outside the wooden barrier, a stallion stood. Covered in a long dark cloak, if the dragon was looking at him, he would have noticed the face of the stranger couldn't be seen. For whatever reason, the hood blocked out any light from reaching the unidentified pony.
The dragon then came back to the mineral without a thought towards the stranger. "Bathroom's over there." The scaled reptile pointed across the foyer and up the stairs. But the new-comer didn't misplace anything. The front of the hood was focused on Spike.
The pushing of something light once more brought the gaze of the child to the stallion. Siting in front of him was a medium-sized box wrapped in gift wrap. Of course this was just somepony who was late to the party!
"Really, for me?" Spike jumped to open the box and see what the pony offered him. The box was small, and wrapped in a colorful paper. It surely didn't shelter any big object. Maybe another gem. How he loved rubies, gems and diamonds,
He carefully untied the small piece of string keeping the paper connect the the box. A gentledrake he was, you could say. Gently opening a gift wasn't tearing it open using stubby digits with clawed tips. It's opening it with one, swift motion without scratching the wrap.
The nice paper fell softly to the ground, exposing his gift: A box with strange markings running up and down the black cardboard.
He could almost feel what was inside when he lifted the case of the box. None other than Ammolite, the rarest gem known to all of Ponykind. It houses strange magical effects, prone to give wealth to the poorest of ponies and Luck ten-folded to anypony down on their own. Digesting the rainbow colored mineral would either cause death or eternal life. He need neither, nor did he want them.
But, in his praising, he didn't notice that it was embedded inside a dagger. One made of silver that shined so good in the candle light. He almost felt like this beautiful item was too good for him to touch it, but the hoof of the stranger picked it up and dropped it in his claw's embrace. The shiny dagger felt so right in Spike's palms.
With one hand, he grabbed the handle for it. It to was encrusted with the opal-like gemstone. To the dragon-race, Ammolite was reserved for their gods and rulers. The Magical properties it carried was priceless. No unicorn could do what this gemstone could do. Not Twilight or Starswirl The Bearded. For this was truly the greatest gift he could be given.
The cloaked pony had something else for the Spike. A harness that appeared to be able to wrap around his body. It could allow him to put the dagger on his back, rather than carry it around. The young boy put the small shiny weapon into the sheath and placed the harness around his torso. It, like the handle of the weapon, felt right for him.
He tested on how fast he could pull on the handle of the weapon, just a second it took. From the front, it would like like a sword was on his back, not a dagger. Spike sheathed the blade and raised his head to thank the new friend.
Spike look around, confused. He wasn't here. Not in the kitchen, not in the basement, or the foyer. He didn't hear him leave. Perhaps in the dragon's trance he forget to hear him leave.
"Well," Spike's mind said. "I'm sure he knew I was thankful. He probably also knew dragons took a liking to Ammolite." The Ammolite's dragon-skin surface shined even brighter when Spike brought it up the moonlight. His mind forget something. It changes shapes. When the light touched it's surface. it formed into a a watch made to be carried in pockets. The Ammolite being in the center of each side, silver making up for the rest of it . In shock, he dropped the watch to the solid ground.
The gift withstood the force easily, Ammolite didn't scratch easily. He picked it back up and brushed off the dust it collected. He examined it more thoroughly. He noticed that more strange markings were staining the silver's surface. Probably the spell that allows it to change forms with the gemstone.
He opened the silver front, the clock told him that in just a short thirty minute passing, it'd be midnight. Twilight must be held up by something. But, the clock might be wrong. He closed the watch and stowed it in his pocket. He supposed he should go to bed. ..He went back to the living room, he was just at the window, so he was technically still in the room. He locked the door, the stranger probably closed it when he left. He turned around and spotted something:The ruby! He left it here on the table.
He decided to eat it later in the morning, but it had to enjoy some of the rock before he rested. He took out the watch. He'll just cut some off for a midnight snack. In a second, it changed in his hands back into the same dagger he saw before. Shining beautifully once more.
With one swift motion, he chopped off a small piece of the ruby and raised the rest to eat. But the smashing sound of the door caused him to halt devouring the red morsel. With a surprised look plastered all his face, he turned around to see who just bashed the door.
Standing, directly outside the library, was a battered Twilight with a disheveled mane. Her eyes looked around frantically. Scanning the living room for something. Then, her eyes stopped when they reached Spike's motionless frame. Quiet, like that of a cat, she crept towards him like he didn't already see her.
"I know this looks somewhat strange." Having a dagger and a ruby in his hands wasn't normal for the little dragon. But he'll try to talk her down from taking the small dagger away from him. Maybe he could turn it into something else, if he got it into another light source.
"But I'm sure-" His lips were halted by the hoof of Twilight. Somehow, she moved fast enough to stop him talking. And she wasn't a Rainbow Dash when it came to speed. Something happened to Twilight. She doesn't normally blast the door off it's hinges.
He smelled something strange as well. It carried the stench of dried raspberries but was also musty. Very musty. He thought it was coming from Twilight. Either she was in the Everfree forest, or was aroused. He hoped she selected to take a nice walk though the wild forest.
She lifted her hoof away and turned him around so he wasn't facing her. She sat down and he was forced down by Twilight into her embrace. He felt a warm liquid soak his back scales. Where her groin was where the liquid's coming from. He tried to get up, but Twilight forced him to sit while she became increasingly wet.
"Have I ever told you that you're so handsome , Spike?" Twilight said in her best seductive voice. It was heavy and husky, the voice. He never heard Twilight talk like that, this wasn't normal in the slightest. She let go of him and stood up, walking to the window.
"Come here, Spike." She said urgently and with a gesture of her hoof. He really didn't even want to be near the unicorn. She was acting on feelings, or something. He wasn't a psychologist. For all he knew, Discord was making him see things. Or, in his chaotic head, giving him a gift.
He used his left hand, the right still holding the Dagger, to check what stained his rear set of scales. He felt the warm liquid seeping into his scales. He brought the clawed-hand to his face. It was a clear fluid that stained his hand and back. Yeah, she's excited and probably looking for a release in him. That chance! he wasn't going to do that with his sister. She wasn't ugly or anything, but he was hoping to settle down with a nice dragoness, maybe create a couple of generations of dragons to live in Equestria, alongside the ponies.
She was growing more impatient each second he thought. Finally, a idea formed in his skull. It would hurt her feelings and leave her in this state of sexual lust, but he wouldn't lie with his sister. Not now or later. He willingly obeyed the unicorns demand and sat next to her by the window. She wrapped the hoof stationed on her left foreleg around his small shoulders.
For a small while, they just sat there. For Spike's plan to work, the Dagger would have to transform into a watch. He bathed the shorten-sword in the moon's white light. Thankfully, it transformed as soon as it was touched by the blue moon. Phase two of his master not-sleep-with-Twilight-or-anything plan launched.
Using his thumb, he opened the case and brought the watch up for him to see. It read 12:00 on the dot. "Oh, look at the time!" the dragon held up the watch for Twilight to see, but her eyes remained focus on him.
"I suppose I should get to bed, see you up stairs!" He said quickly and ran up the stars even faster. Twilight must have thought he would do such a thing, for she created a magical hand to grab him before he would get close to the room. But Spike knew in her lust she'd do anything to get with him.
A few weeks ago, he heard Anmolite was highly-resistant to unicorn magic. It was risky, relying on a rumor. But, faced with no other option, anything will do anything to get what they need. Spike raised the jewel-encrusted watch up where the hand would grab him. The stored gemstone flared up and the magical hand was halted. Giving him enough time to get up into the bedroom where he and Twilight slept.
Phase two completed. He locked the door with haste. Don't need Twilight coming up here. His master plan only ended here, "Well, you didn't give me much time to make a plan!" His brain justified the short plan's outcome. Ha, now his brain was talking. Great. The only thing that's stopping Twilight from molesting him is a thin wooden door.
He searched around the room, hoping to find anything that could help him. he wasn't about to have any fun time with Twilight. He saw what this could do to their relationship as brothers and sisters.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Twilight was beating the door with her hoof. In another second, she'd probably just blast it open. His search found nothing he could use to assist. She'll get in and he'll be in here. He began barricading the door in a desperate attempt to halt her advance. He looked around for the basket of laundry he brought up yesterday.
He found it. It was sitting beside the window. He grabbed the handles of it and ran with it to the door. "What are you doing?" His brain told him. It sounding like it was mocking him, "Get out though the window!" His brain was so smart. It found out you could get out the window. He grabbed the longest sheet he could find and started to to tie it together. The door's upper half was penetrated by Twilight's hoof. It was retracted and the eyes of herself replaced them. They looked around the room crazily.
Spike saw this and heard the sound of a spell charging, She was about to come in, despite his protests. "No time for it. Just jump. I'm sure you'll survive." His brain told him to break the glass and jump, instead of being raped by Twilight. Whelp, no other option,
He heard the door being blasted as he blasted though the window.
Terrible beginning to a terrible night
He fell from a two story tree, any other pony may have died. But, with the landing pad made up of bushes and thick scales, he survived the fall. He saw Twilight looking down at the bushes with a light spell. The collection of berry leafs disguised him.
"Is this because of Rarity!?" Spike heard Twilight yelling down at the ground. "Because she always had a coltfriend! She doesn't deserve you anyway, but I do!" Whatever was manipulating Twilight must be a fairly powerful spell. If she took down Discord's magic wielding the Magic of Friendship alone, this warlock or witch wasn't to be trifled with. And this person was out to give the unicorn a bad name, or mess with him.
She left the windowsill and probably was running down the stairs. He better cheese it, or be caught. Another ten seconds, and she'll be out here looking for him. He absolutely cut it away from the hollowed tree. He just decided to run as far as he could. Spike's brain would come up with a plan by the time he stopped.
To be frank, his mind already came up with a plan: Get to the nearest place where ponies would be awake and help Twilight with her problem. While running down the dirt-road, he tried to think of a safe haven. A strange feeling blossomed in his right hand. He lifted the appendage to check. The dagger transformed once more. Now, instead of a beautiful knife, a silver apple sat in his palm. He rolled it over to see it all. This time, the Anomilte wasn't spotted outside, but inside.
He wondered why it changed. Maybe it changes when it's been in the same light for a certain amount of time? Ponies don't know much about the stuff. His mind would have had a light-bulb over it's protective skull, for it just had a idea, Sweet Apple Orchards! That place is as safe as it comes, and The Apple family would be there. He started to navigate himself on the lone roads towards the farm.
He heard something behind him. It almost sound like a spell charging, he looked back to check. All good, except for the lust-filled Twilight with a big net above her head. He changed his current speed to get-the-hell-outta-dodge. He jouked right to evade the net. Unfortunately, this led him to a dead-end alleyway. Within seconds, Twilight would be touching him.
He must like smashing though windows, because this time. He came up with a similar escape plan. At the end of the closed-space, was a window. It was a little high, but there was a conveniently placed trash-can.
He jumped up on the can of garbage and lunged to the glass panel just as Twilight appeared. He didn't know this place, or the residents. It was dark and stank of a wanting of sex, like Twilight. His eyes tried to pierce the thick darkness. His eyes made out something in the dark: A Pony, nontheless. She was breathing hard and looking right him.
This sent bells ringing in his head. He didn't want to be here. He turned around to get out the window, only to have Twilight on the trash can, ready to jump up to the window. He shifted his body back towards the darkness and felt the mare beside him, whispering in his ears.
"Spikeeee"
He froze up has her hoof traveled to his chest and began massaging it. Her hoof felt cold and raw, like it hasn't been cleaned in a month. In his right claw still, was the apple. He considered hitting her with it, but decided not to. He wasn't a fighter.
Her hoof was rapidly moving down till it hit his....private areas. Dragons cover themselves up with their scales, female and male alike. Spike grew stiff when her appendage found his little firespitter. Formally tucked away in scales, his cock shined in the darkness. Literally, The light banished little of the darkness, but still, he was able to see a pink hoof holding his glory.
Shamelessly, he brought his monster higher. The shiny-purple light covered the chest of the pony. Still, it was pink. He didn't want to see her face, but she had different plans. She wrapped her hoof around his beast and brought it up higher so he could see her face in the light. He turned his head and spotted Twilight running around the building. Second later, the pony turned his head back towards her face. In the cock's light, he made out her person.
Pinkie Pie was in front of him. This was Sugercube Corner and she was trying to get with him. He pulled back just in time for the night's light conquered the darkness. Twilight just broke the door to whatever room he was in. Pinkie Pie jumped in front of him, for whatever reason, to hide him.
"Oh, Twilight!" Pinkie Pie said, but not with a whisper, but in her normal voice. Twilight was angry, or gone mad with lust for his scales. He tried to take advantage of the distraction cause by Twilight to creep out the window, but the pink pony's tail kept him there. He sat down in defeat, only to have Gummy, her pet crocodile, pop out her tail and look at him.
"So, listen." Pinkie Pie continued, clearly not noticing Twilight wasn't in the mood to listen. "Me and Spike have been developing a relationship between the two of us, and now he wants to stay here with me. Isn't that right, my Widdle Spiky-Wikey? She raised his cock's head and placed a wet sloppy kiss all over it. He probably would have melted by her affection, if it weren't for Twilight charging a spell with her horn pointed at Pinkie Pie. Whatever it was, it'd likely vaporize Pinkie.
He pushed The Element of Laughter and raised the apple to stop the attack.. A bolt of magic shot out of her horn at him.
The bad and worst (200 Milestone)
The spell and apple made contact.
For the brief moment he felt like he owed Pinkie something. He pushed her aside and took the blow with the apple's magic resistant rock inside. What he didn't count on was how the item blocked the burst of magic. Instead of absorbing it, it deflected it back to it's sender. Thankfully, Twilight didn't send something that could hurt. Despite Spike's assumption, it was a knockout spell. He guessed that even in this state, she'll refuse to hurt and harm others. He didn't know how long she'll keep it up though.
Now, in the aftermath, she lays on the wooden floor. Breathing at a normal rate, instead of the shallow, short breaths she did mere moments ago. Spike checked her magic pulse: It pulsed at the abnormal rate that it was normal to do. Unicorn magic comes from their heart, if they die, so does it. Being such a gifted unicorn, Twilight's heart was stronger and therefor pulsed louder and faster than a normal unicorn's. This does leave her with a powerful, larger heart. Almost matching the rapid beat of none other than Princess Luna's.
Pinkie Pie now brushed his unattended side. But Spike was already standing by the time she spoke.
"Oh, Spike!" She began far too dramatically, it almost reminded of him of Rarity's voice. "You saved me from the evil Witch! How may I ever repay my hero?" She flung her arms around in search of Spike's body, but she found nothing. For Spike was trying to move the unconscious Twilight and clearly was having problems with hefting the weight.
"Come on, Twilight." He grunted loud enough for Pinkie to hear. "Applejack will help you, not me!" It almost turned comical when he tried to carry her on his back. It ended with him being pinned under the mass, and rendered helpless. Spike squirmed and wiggled as much as his tiny body could, but couldn't escape the unicorn's thunder thighs. She begin to drool of his neck and snore loudly. At one point, even hugging him like she would Smarty Pants in her younger days.
With the simple push of Pinkie's hoof, Twilight rolled off Spike and landed into a heap of body parts on the floor beside him. With a another grunt, the downed dragon stood back up. How was he going to get Twilight to Applejack's house? He wasn't strong enough to carry her, and he couldn't wait for her to awake. Or, maybe he could and she'll chase him there?
While he thought of ways of giving the gift of locomotion to Twilight, Pinkie picked up the weight of the mare and easily hoisted the being onto her back. Twilight's head was lying on the pink mare's shoulders, while the rest just laid on the baker's body. "Oh, Pinkie!" With a small grin, Spike spoke with false delight, "I didn't know you were so strong!" He silently added, "Strong mares sure do turn a dragon like myself on." To reinforce the sly statement, he closed his eyes so all one could see were the pupils. The seductive glance Rarity did ages ago.
Funny how he still remembers it.
Pinkie was without a doubt, aroused by his presence. So, if he could play his cards right, the mare would carry Twilight for him. Such class! Rarity and all the snotty nobles would be proud! One day, he'd show all them he was more than an equal to all of them. Even if it took him to go there himself!
A school-girlish giggle was her response to his teasing. She opened her mouth and a big, pinkish tongue greeted him. She had dirty-looking eyes staring at him while her newly exposed appendage explored the sleeping unicorn's face in front of him. Going in Twilight's mouth, ears, eye-sockets, nothing was off-limits when Pinkie was playing. He wouldn't lie to himself, he liked it how the slobber covered her face and everything.
Finally, after making out with Twilight for a full fifty second time period, Pinkie wanted something more than a unicorn. She wanted a dragon. She gestured with her exposed body parts for Spike to come and claim the mountain she is. "Wait, this is getting out of claw again!" The whelp's plan was to be moving by now, he couldn't stay and play with Pinkie! He had to make a move or this might collapse. While he ranted inside his head, the apple still clutched in his right hand transformed again. Now, instead of the round object, it was the dagger once again. He slid it back into it's sheath.
The brief reformation caught Pinkie's eye enough to be considered an distraction from her angry assault upon herself, but he didn't notice it until he felt something warm tackle and pin him. Faced down and the assailant on his back, Spike was surprised to feel something grab his dragon hood and begin madly rubbing it with something hard and cold. No matter how much he resisted, he moaned loudly onto the wooden floor. He was a virgin, and a light-weight at that.
The figure above him teased his staff for a uncountable amount of minutes before it's pleasureful torture ceased, then it flipped him over. Finally letting him get a good look at the attacker. Towering above him, like a tiger does a moment before the pounce, was a white face with purple frills draping all around the front. The eyes, mouth and expression were unnoticed, all that matter was that moderate indigo color,
Rarity
Many nights before this one, they both shared a night together. And now, she towered far, far above him. Oh, so many nights ago... But this is a new night! And with it, new opportunities! Maybe another chance to be at her side again, How he longed for days wanting to stand at her side, to be a service to her once more. No! Don't go to her hooves again! She used you and when she was finished, left you. But how glorious those few days were..
His mind debated whether to love her, or not to love her. Still, the unfounded expression faced unicorn did not wait, as juices from her opened cave entrance rained down on his unprotected, harden member. She position herself to be impaled by it.
"I guess it's time," She whispered down to him. " for my little Spikey-Wikey," She momentarily stopped for a reason unknown to him, he was about ask why when something attached itself to his mouth. He only could see a familiar purple, Twilight's purple. He tried to jump up, but a force held him down without hurting him. Maybe magic? I guess he was going to get sandwiched by a crush and his sister. How could this night get any worse?
"To become an dragon." She finished with a small kiss on his exposed neck, it sent a small shiver down his spine. Still, Pinkie was there. He hope she'll take this one out, but Rarity had other plans. With her magic, she moved Spike's clawed finger tips in position to please her.
With one, swift movement it began.
The swift movement did begin it. His escape that is.
The rock shattered the window and easily flew across the room, and judging by the pained gasp that joined the violent sound of shattered shards, hit one of the ponies in the room. He felt Rarity vault to her hooves, while Twilight hit the ground. The stone hit smack dead her horn, ceasing the flow of magic holding him down. Whilst Pinking was laughing at Rarity's serious look, Spike jumped to his feet.
He got only half a inch before Pinkie stopped him, placing her wet hooves on his shoulder. She started to drag him back to her, center-meter by center-meter. There would be no rock, he was taken. What little hope he had left of leaving this room with his innocence had just left. A small yelp escaped his lips.
Gummy sprang from her tail in a impressive display of tail strength, landing on her snout. Blocking her view for no more than the moment it took her to shake him off. But, when she focused her eyes back on her prize, she found nothing except the thin outline of a dragon. Spike took advantage of his fellow reptile's sacrifice to scurry away from the crazed Pinkie.
Still, while he made his not-so-grand escape, he tripped and fell no more than a foot away from the opened door. The desperate youngster tried to crawl the rest of the way. The dagger flew out of it's sheath, landing an his entire body-length from his downed form, Rarity must of noticed this, because the seamstress launched a bolo-tie like weapon at his feet. It locked on his feat and hit true. His now trapped legs halted his daring escape, once again collapsing to the ground. Slowly, the magical instrument retracted Spike back to the lust-filled ponies. He even tried to dig his stubby claws in the wooden frame, an act that did nothing.
Before he could be taken, the dagger that was gifted to him cut the magic rope. He felt himself being picked up and carried though the air. Everything went somewhat black when he landed on something hard. His eyes momentarily opened while he was being carried away. He saw Rarity actually reaching out to him, sadness lingering on her eyes. He tried to reach back to her, but a hoof now blocked him from getting up.
"Trust me, kid." A rough, but soothing voice said, "Leaving her is the best that you can do now, son." The voice came from the carrier. He couldn't see the pony's features, for his head and mane was hooded. Just like that one pony...his eyes closed and he could only feel the robe the pony wore, and hear only the sound of hooves smacking the ground.
.
"Nice going, Rarity!" Twilight shouted in between tired groans. They group of mares were chasing a mad goose with their Spike. As of now, it was just them running down alleyways and finding only dead ends. The whole chase was caused by Spike's confusion and fear, and Rarity's spell being blocked by that dagger of his. The end result was tempers flaring, exhaustion, and overall partial release of pent-up sex frustration.
"Well, you have a horn too!" The insulted unicorn retorted. "And that bastard dragonnapped him!" Such harsh language would never be spoken by her, but on this night, everything is different. Birds flew, night coldness drifted, and she was in love, In love with Spike, With his eyes, his brains, his looks, his everything. How it tormented her not being beside him, caring for him.
"You're the one who had him tied up, Little Miss Everything!" Twilight flung back. It's true! She's always strutting around her stuff for everypony to see! How Spike would come back from her house, talking all about her !
"Little Miss Everything? " Rarity hmpfhed "Don't be jealous because I'm a lady. Honestly, it's so shallow of you Twilight " The name hung with tangible malice. She wouldn't stop her search for her beloved to sass this degenerate .
"I'm shallow? You are the definition of low!" The white unicorn gasp in surprise, but Twilight continued "You led on Spike! Made him do all your dirty work while he slaved for you! Then, you all of a sudden love him!" She stopped running and stood. Rarity did the same.
Rarity's face crunched up in disgust "You forced him to do all your work!" The seamstress shouted back "He loved to come and help me!" She sneered and grew a small grin, "In fact, he very much liked helping me ." Twilight charged the unicorn as the last line ended. They both hit the cold, dirt ground in a furry of strikes, insults, and spit.
They rolled and grappled each other in the catfight, Rarity was pulling Twilight hair, while the attacked unicorn tried to take out Rarity's teeth. They crashed into a garbage pile and sent stink and trash everywhere. Rarity got on top of the other unicorn and reached for a broken bottle. Rarity got a hold of the broken glass and tried to bring it down on the pinned unicorn. Twilight brought up her hooves and halted the killing move, Desperately, Twilight leveled her horn to Rarity's chest and charged a spell.
"BAZZZ-ZAP"
Rarity went flying back into a wall, falling limply to the ground with little sound. The sudden weapon broke against the wall. Twilight held the spot where the bottle almost touched, shocked. She looked where the unicorn fell, and saw that she still wasn't moving, Slowly, Twilight got back up to hooves. The victor stumbled to Rarity's downed form and gave it a savage kick.
"Good riddance!" She angrily bellowed She took this moment to catch her breath, Then, she noticed Pinkie was pleasing herself to a picture of Spike. With a sigh, she carried Pinkie with her magic and continued.
The cloaked figure once again appeared. This time, with Spike sleeping on his back. He was trailing the ponies, guiding them away from him. He witnessed the fight. He walked to the loser unicorn crumpled like a paper on the ground. He looked her wound over and saw it was quite serious. He couldn't heal the wound, but Spike could. He aroused the sleeping child on his back with a gentle shove of his hoof.
He eyes opened and he saw that one pony again. The stallion simply pointed his hood at the ground. Spike's eye's tracked it to a gruesome sight. Rarity was laying limp on the cold, dirty ground. Flecks of filth and mud covered her coat and mane. But what stood out the most was the scorch mark on her chest.
He fell off the pony's back and rushed to get a better look at the wound. He began crying over it and trying to shake her awake. "She won't wake up." The male said, "Not without your embrace". Spike hugged her chest as best as he could and squeezed tightly. The figure bent down and placed his hoof below her chin and checked her pulse
"She'll live" The gruff voice said.
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.
