Every Dragon Has His Day

“My little Spikey-wikey looked soooo cute up on that stage- oh I suppose you don't want to be called “cute” anymore do you? Ah well, then.” She took a breath. You were rather handsome standing next to Princess Celestia, Spike,” Rarity said with a smile.

“I-I-I...uhhhh t-thank you so much Rarity, it really means a lot to me...” He was sweating and felt faint. The silence was deafening.

They were alone, and only the faint sounds of ponies playing off in the distance punctuated the bouts of silence.

“You must let me design a ravishing new suit for you, something that really highlights those marvelous wings of yours! If I might be so brash I'd say wings work better on you than they did on me!”

He remembered that day. The way her gossamer wings caught the sunlight was something he'd never forget. Well, that was one of the few things he wouldn't forget.

“Oh, R-rarity. That would be amazing.You'll always be the best-dressed mare in Ponyville a-and so b-beautiful.”

“Why, thank you Spike! I must admit, rarely have I seen a stallion pull off quite as many of my ensembles as you do,” Rarity said staring deeply at the awkward dragon.

In this moment, his mind was racing. He couldn't help getting tongue-tied and spitting out gibberish. His mind was going a mile a minute, and he just stopped talking. Spike tried to avert his gaze from Rarity's lovely blue eyes as the two stood there behind the stage.

“Spike, you idiot! Why do you always have to be like this around her? Just be a noble dragon...stallion, whatever! Stop acting so awkward and just tell her how you really feel!” he thought. His heart was beating out of his chest.

He realized what Rarity being like this meant. For the first time, he thought that Rarity was feeling the same way towards him that he did to her. Was she waiting? Did she always feel the same way? Does she really feel the same, or was it just his imagination?

Rarity looked at the dragon, just standing there in front of her and visibly nervous. There was something about him, something she couldn't put a hoof on. She'd always liked Spike, but she'd never imagined herself liking him in “that” way. But as he stood there fidgeting and visibly nervous, she couldn't help but feel something more.

She remembered everything Spike had done for him. The Fire Ruby was still her most prized possession, and he was the one who fought everything when she was overcome by Nightmare Forces. Maybe...maybe she did feel the same way. She had to break the silence.

“Oh, Spike?”

“Y-yeah?”

“I've been thinking, Spikey-wikey.  About us. About what things are going to be like now. I'm sure you know what I

mean,” she said softly.

Spike felt a cold chill run down his spine. The worst case scenario ran in his head. He knew it was coming. His friends had accepted him, sure. But Rarity...she was different.

“R-rarity, I swear I'm still the same old little Spikey-wikey you've always known a-and l-lo-”

He stumbled on the last word. Rarity smiled and rubbed her hoof along the side of Spike's face.

“Oh, darling, don't you know what you really mean to me? You're the greatest gentlecolt- err, gentledragon I've ever met. Wings or no wings, I know that you're the most noble dragon in Equestria.”

“D-does this mean what I think it-”

Rarity silenced him with a passionate kiss upon his lips. Spike's eyes shot wide-open and his wings splayed out, and as Rarity pulled back, it hit him.

It took every muscle within Spike's body to not immediate collapse from the feeling of what had happened. Rarity began to walk down from behind the stage, then turned back to Spike.

“Just remember, Spikey-poo: I'll always be there for you,” she said with a seductive smile and a wink as she walked off into the festival grounds. “See you around.”

Spike, having lost control and still in a state of complete bliss, collapsed onto ground wings fully extended and with a smile from ear-to-ear. He breathed a sigh that was a combination of relief and success, and thought about what this meant for him. Not only had his friends accepted him, but one of them had responded in a way that was beyond his wildest imaginations. Maybe these wings really weren't that bad. Perhaps, he thought, they were one of the best things to ever happen to him. But he was completely sure of one thing:

For the first time since he'd gone through his change, he felt like he was comfortable with the new him.