It had been a week since Shining Armor had left Ponyville after placing a protective barrier around the border. From what Spike had gathered, his brother had a good time visiting the small town and catching up with the holders of the Elements of Harmony. What Spike hadn’t expected was the long evening strolls that his brother took every night. Shining preferred to be alone during those walks and wouldn’t return for hours. Spike hadn’t bothered to ask, feeling it was out of place for him to do so. And just as he arrived to Ponyville, Shining Armor left just as suddenly, leaving a note on his bed thanking Twilight and Spike for letting him stay in the Library. When Spike gave the note to twilight, she ripped it in two and stormed out of the room. Spike knew that she loved her brother, but something about Twilight’s behavior still worried Spike. As always however, he brushed it aside.

Spike’s mind had been on The Grand Galloping Gala since Shining left. Spike had stopped over at Rarity’s boutique every so often to see if she ever needed help with her dressmaking. Of course, she would refuse to accept his help in a very polite manner, saying that it was no trouble and that it was her job to take on the task on her own. Though Spike thought this response was absolutely adorable and very much like Rarity, he still would insist on helping her until it got to the point where he would forcibly help Rarity while she was still insisting on being able to finish on her own. After a few hours of assisting Rarity, Spike would get a very generous kiss on the cheek and a thank you from Rarity, leaving him dumbfounded each time. He loved feeling like he was important to Rarity, enough so that she would even touch him. It made his ego expand for the rest of the day and Spike would end up spending another few hours just walking around Ponyville, thinking about the upcoming Gala and how he would get at least one dance with the Unicorn Blood. Most of his ideas consisted of him sweeping her off her feet and ending the night with a kiss, or stealing her away from drunks trying to take advantage of her. In the back of his mind, he knew that those scenarios were almost impossible to happen, but he justified the overly romantic thoughts with the fact that he was a teen in love. To say that Spike was looking forward to the Gala would be an understatement. He was counting down the hours to the Gala almost obsessively, carrying a check list of things he needed to do at the Gala for Rarity to notice him. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he felt like Twilight with her obsession with scheduling.

“Twilight! How long is the train ride to Canterlot again?” Spike shouted from his bedroom, his bed covered in papers with different diagrams and plans all for the Gala. His hair hadn’t been styled into his usual spikey way, causing it to flop over his eyes. He was hunched over, scribbling on a crumpled piece of parchment that already had too much in on it.

“Five hours, you know that!” Twilight’s annoyed voice reached his ears as he scribbled down a few more notes.

“Yeah, yeah,” Spike waved his free hand at the door in a shooing motion, ignoring Twilight’s comment. He didn’t hear Twilight stomping up the stairs to his room, and jumped when she slammed open the door, causing much of his papers to fly into the air only to float down gently as Twilight looked at her younger brother, hunched over a mess of paper and ink.

“Spike, you need to get out of the house,” Twilight sighed as she crossed her arms while looking at her younger brother.

“No, you need to get outa the house, Twilight,” Spike spat back immediately, his tone between mocking and sass. He scoffed at Twilight and continued to scramble around for a different piece of paper.

“You look like you’ve been attacked by ink,” Twilight said as she looked at the mess. “And you smell fucking terrible. When was the last time you bathed?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Spike looked back down and found the paper that he was so desperately searching for. “I don’t need to bathe,”

“Spike! You need a shower! Just look at your-self,” Twilight said as she used her magic to summon a mirror in front of his face.

Spike hated to admit it, but Twilight was right. His skin was greasy and blotches of black in covered his cheeks and forehead. His hair was oily not only from not bathing but from the ink that had caught in his bright green hair, now causing it to be a muddy algae color. There were bags under his eyes that were blood shot. Spike sighed as he slowly stood up and nodded to Twilight, silently grabbing a towel from his closet.

Spike dragged himself to the shower and closed the door behind him, turning on the water. He removed his clothing and saw that they too were covered in ink and dirt. He stepped into the shower and sighed in relief as the water hit his skin. He stood there for a moment to soak in the feeling of having all of the grime being washed off of him. It was then that it occurred to him what exactly he had been doing for the past week. He was sitting in his room for a week without food or human contact, writing down his plans to make Rarity dance with him during the Gala. It was stalker-like and all around just creepy. Spike groaned at himself, knowing exactly why he did such a thing. His Dragon Blood was slowly influencing him, creating an obsession with Rarity. Sure he loved her and he desired for her to be his, but his actions for the past week were just like a dragon. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the obsessive thoughts he had of the beautiful Unicorn Blood.

Spike turned the heat up and took a bottle of shampoo and poured a large amount onto his hand, slathering the bulk of it in his hair, then along his body. He began to rub the soap into his scalp and through his hair, feeling the ink wash out with the shampoo. As he felt that his hair was clean of ink, he moved to his arms and chest. The hot water still felt relaxing on his skin as he cleaned himself off. He continued down from his chest down, rubbing his legs and finally getting mostly clean. That was when those thoughts started to flood his mind.

Spike was inside of the boutique, the windows showing him that it was night time, candles inside of the room dimly illuminating the room with a warm golden glow. Rarity was sitting in front of him on a chair, her body still just as beautiful. She was dressed in her usual outfit, a white collared shirt and a black skirt. Her red glasses were gone, her beautiful blue eyes glittering brightly. Her mouth was parted slightly, her red full lips just as kissable. Then her voice reached his ears like a song.

“Spike…” her voice was breathless and soft like a gentle breeze. Spike noticed that her body was moving up and down slowly, her breathing very heavy.

“Yeah?” Spike answered, his own voice just as low. His heart was pounding in his throat as he watched Rarity shift in her own seat. He didn’t know what to expect from her at this point. He’d waited for a moment like this and even planned what he would do, but now that he was presented with it, all Spike could do was look at her stupidly.

“I…” she closed her eyes as her bottom lip was being bitten by her teeth cutely. She licked her lip softly and then began again, “I love you.”

His heart could have stopped right then. Rarity loved him too! If it wouldn’t have ruined the mood, Spike could have jumped up and down like a little kid opening the latest and greatest toy on Hearths Warming Day. Everything that he dreamed of was happening in front of him at that very moment. Spike could see the future in the small amount of time he had to respond to her sudden confession. They were on a date at a romantic restaurant, him getting down on one knee and her squealing with delight at the sight of a gorgeous diamond ring. The wedding would be held in Canterlot and he would give her everything she wanted. Then he saw little green and purple haired children running around the house while Spike tried to chase them down while Rarity was yelling at them for disrupting her creative flow. Then they were old, holding hands with each other. Spike shook his head, realizing that he had been sitting there silently for a rather long time. He gulped and merely nodded at Rarity and closed his eyes only for a moment.

Spike felt Rarity’s fragile arms around his neck and then her breath over his lips. He was waiting for her to move, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Spike finally felt her soft lips upon his for a moment. It was everything he imagined and so much more. They were feathery and light, but also like pillows on his lips. Just as he was enjoying the kiss, something occurred to him and he pulled away from her.
“Why did you stop,” Rarity asked immediately, looking into his eyes with worry in her voice.

“Is this what you want, Rare?” Spike asked her slowly, “I’m just a kid…”

Rarity silenced him with her lips on his, this time she seemed a bit bolder in the kiss, moving her lips slightly with his. He followed her lead and softly kissed her back. He closed his eyes, still amazed that she was even in front of him. They continued to kiss for what seemed like hours until Rarity pulled back. His eyes opened to see her soft lips smile lightly. Her hand had found its way to his cheek, cupping it gently. Her eyes were still just as brilliant as they were before, but much closer. He could see that her eyes were starting to water as if she were going to cry.

“Spike darling, you’re a man. A handsome man that I’ve fallen in love with,” she smiled at him, wiping her eyes carefully as not to ruin her makeup. “Oh goodness, look at me. Crying over something so silly, I must look like a mess,” she smiled and laughed lightly as she gave a small sniffle.

“You’re beautiful Rarity,” Spike noted as he gave her a smile, “you always have been.”

“Oh Spike…” she smiled back as she leaned forward again to place her lips on his. Rarity wrapped her hands around his neck again as she kissed him, his own arms wrapping around her waist.

Spike pulled her closer to him by the waist, causing her to awkwardly fall on top of him. Their lips broke at that moment and Rarity let out a small giggle. He watched as Rarity straightened herself out, her knees know straddling him while he sat on the chair. He loved seeing her this close to him, holding him and touching him. With his hands still at her waist, he pulled her closer to his body as their lips met once again. The kiss was slow at first, just like the first one he shared with her. As Rarity began to relax her body against his own, Spike pulled her bottom lip between his as he massaged her lips with his own. They moved fluidly with one another, only caressing one another’s lips in the kiss. Spike craved more from her, but he forced himself to hold back as they kissed.

Spike felt her tongue on his upper lip, seemingly begging to enter his mouth. He hadn’t exactly kissed anyone before so he decided to let her be in control. He opened his mouth a bit to allow her to do so. It wasn’t what he had expected a tongue to feel like. It was almost velvet against his mouth as he felt Rarity explore his mouth, touching his tongue now and again. Not wanting to wait any longer, he too pushed his tongue lightly into her mouth, licking her bottom lip while doing so. She let out a small sound which Spike could best describe as a moan. He repeated the action, causing her to make the same noise but louder and a bit longer. The moan and the intense kissing finally caught up to him, causing him to pull away from Rarity again, heaving.

“Is this what you want, Rarity?” Spike breathed as he attempted to catch his breath. He looked up to meet her eyes once again.

Rarity nodded in response slowly, “Yes darling, it’s what I’ve always wanted,” and with the last words barely off her tongue, Spike’s lips came crashing back down onto hers. She reacted with just as much vigor, her hands now in his bright green hair.

Gone was the romantic feeling in the air, but now pure lust. Their kissing grew heated quickly, their tongues desperately battling for dominance inside the other’s mouth. Rarity continued to make those soft moans as Spike took his hands and explored her body, the curves of her hips and breasts and so many other places that he dreamed of caressing.

‘Damn this is going fast…’ Spike thought in his head as his mind was beginning to become a blur. He found himself on top of Rarity, both of their clothing off. His lips were earnestly on her beautifully rounded breasts, then on her stomach. His lips finally led to him to taste what he had craved for so long.

Another blur and he was roughly shoving his cock into her, causing her to make the softest of moans. The friction against his member was hot and raw as he grunted, watching Rarity under him, her breasts quickly bouncing up and down with each powerful thrust. Spike heard her voice call out in ecstasy for him to continue with everything he had. Spike growled and in another blur he could feel himself close to his release. Rarity’s screams grew in his ears, encouraging his roughness, his climax seemed closer than before. His eyes locked on hers and in that moment, he felt himself release—

“Fuck!” Spike muttered in a hushed toned as he let himself release onto the wall of the shower, the water falling fast and hard on his head as he shivered with the aftermath. His chest was heaving up and down, his face flushed brightly as the realization of his actions hit. Of course that wasn’t the first time his imaginations lead him to masturbate, but this time it had been the most intense. Though no one was there to witness what he had just done, he was embarrassed.

Spike finished up his shower and dried himself off, making sure that all the evidence of his climax had been washed away. He wrapped his towel around his waist, stepping out of the shower in a billow of steam. He walked towards his bedroom, noticing the sound of voices coming from his room. His eyes narrowed and he approached his bedroom door quietly. He knew those voices all too well.

“And I had said, ‘Darling, you have to be kidding me! You and I both know that you are not the reason!’ and Applejack refused to let me convince her otherwise,” Rarity’s voice found its way to Spike’s ears. His first reaction was utter happiness, hearing her voice. Then confusion.

“And you’re sure Applejack is convinced that she’s the sole reason for…” Twilight’s voice was heard next, but then a low whisper, “Rainbow Dash leaving?”

“What the hell are you doing in my room?” Spike suddenly slammed open the door, seeing Rarity laying on his bed, Twilight on the floor. They were both in the middle of using their magic, papers and books and other miscellaneous items suspended in the air by both magenta and azure aura. Spike looked around and saw his room was much cleaner and organized.

There was a moment were all three of them looked at each other, shock in Twilight’s and Rarity’s eyes. Spike’s cheeks flared as he looked down and saw that he was still only wearing his towel.

“Oh my goodness Spike!” Rarity yelped and sat up, her hands around her knees as if she had been caught doing something indecent.

“Spike! Clothes!” Twilight yelled at him as she used her magic to throw a pillow into his face, followed by a set of clothing. Spike grunted and slammed the door, quickly putting on his clothing.

“We were cleaning your room,” Twilight’s exasperated voice came from the inside of his room, a scowl on Spike’s face as he rolled his eyes. “Considering that you were basically living in a pig’s pen,” Twilight noted with what sounded like a suppressed snort.

“What’d you need Rarity for then?” Spike muttered as he pulled up his shorts, “I’d thought you could handle a something like this with your magic, Twi.” Spike managed to get his head through the shirt that his sister had tossed to him. Spike opened the door, seeing that Rarity was still sitting on his bed.

“I happened to stop over looking for you actually,” Rarity huffed at Spike’s mutter, “Twilight invited me in and I offered to help with cleaning.”

“Oh? What’d you need me for?” Spike asked her, looking into her eyes where he immediately got lost.

“Your suit is finished!” Rarity squealed, “all I need is for you to try it on at the Boutique.”

“And I’m assuming now is a good time for you, Rarity?” Spike asked her, his heart swelling.

“Perfect time actually,” Rarity nodded as she hopped up from the bed to head out the bedroom door.
Spike smiled and nodded as he headed out of his bedroom, his heart fluttering excitedly. He was just about to follow Rarity to her boutique until he heard Twilight call his name. He turned around and looked at her.

“You’re lucky that I had already hid the worst of your mess before she came here,” she said with a hint of annoyance, one of her eyebrow’s raised. He didn’t have to ask her what she meant because he knew that the papers that had until very recently been scattered on the floor would have extreme consequences if Rarity were to see.

“Thanks,” Spike mumbled to his sister with a quick nod and a small smile. He quickly stomped his way downstairs, and out the door in a flash as he ran to catch up with Rarity.

Author's Note

I'm sorta alive!
Yeah, so this was going to be a full out clop with tons of stuff but I got sick of putting it off and made Spike turn into a hormone driven teen. Yup.
Still having a hard time typing which sucks, so chapters will be out slowly. I haven't lost interest in this! I just am very busy.
Also!
Possible upcoming chapter with the epic reveal of the missing Rainbow Dash! Or maybe not so epic. Either way, a chapter dedicated to her could find its way soon. And then some other kinda important parts.
Updating will be sorta slow, but if I get reviews and comments and things, it may encourage me to write a little faster. You never know.