Spike's Special Favor

Spike was cleaning in Rarity’s house. “Okay,” Rarity explained to Spike. “Now clean up this, this and my room at my house. I’ll get your present ready!” She pointed to a mannequin and a shelf, including the third place in her speech. Spike nodded, “Consider it done!” He exclaimed and put his hand up to his forehead, as if saluting.
“Not one pony has been in my room besides Sweetie Belle, so consider THAT a present… For now!” Rarity smiled and kissed his cheek like she did before, when he gave her the Fire Ruby, Spike’s favorite snack and present to himself. Spike’s eyes turned to hearts and he completely forgot about that extra “for now“. Rarity walked off toward the front door, saying behind her, “I’ll be out shopping and talking for a few hours so you can get more time on my room. Bye until later!” She put an odd sweet emphasis on, “later”.

Spike got done dusting the shelf that Rarity mentioned earlier. “Ah, my arms,” Spike whined, “they’re getting tired from all this cleaning! It’s worse than re-shelving day!” (Damn that’s cheesy XD) He sat down in one of the puffy red chairs in Rarity’s boutique, enjoying the comfort finally. He sighed, his lungs retracting. I kinda want to talk to Rarity more... He thought to himself as he was relaxing. I wonder when I CAN talk with her… He thought about her for a long time, which brought back his blush he gets every time he thinks of her. He got a little light headed and sat up. “I have to finish my work before she comes home!” Spike Got upright, picked up his duster, and ran to the door outside.

He rushed up the path to her house, and opened the door. He’s been in here before, but not her room. He was excited. He remembered what Rarity said about her room. Not one pony has been in there besides Sweetie Belle, his mind replayed. Spike felt special, like Rarity actually wanted him more than he did… Which she doesn’t! He spoke to himself. He reaches for the doorknob. A fine silver knob with gold inlay on it. He grasps it and turns it. The door opens slightly. A smell rushed out of the crack in the door. The smell was familiar, like a gem. He knew it, but couldn’t place the smell.

Hoping to find an answer while cleaning, he opened it completely and looked inside. That smell was bothering him. He began to snoop around the room, looking for her vanity. He stepped in and met her bed there in front of him with a curtain on it. Her sheets were red and the curtain being purple. Quite see-through. Her vanity was placed next to her bed, colored purple. On it, there were several containers of light blue eyeliner, a clear glass bottle with a black cap and black words, and a mirror. “Ah-ha!” He exclaimed. “There’s the perfume!” He ran over and snatched it in his paws (Metaphorically).

Spike read it aloud, “White Diamonds - A Dragon’s Best Scent.” He looked up from it. He opened his mouth in shock. “She- she’s actually trying to impress me? Wh-why haven’t I caught this before?” He lifted it toward his nose and sniffed A shiver went through his body and he dropped the duster, Like Rarity! Actually, the whole room smelled like it. “Well, I guess on to cleaning,” Spike shrugged. He took the duster in his hand and started on the vanity, replacing the perfume to its original spot.

Spike finished cleaning in an hour. “Ah! Finally!” He sighed and plopped himself into a chair. Another puffy red chair. Like a marshmallow. “This still feels like Rarity…” He sighed once more, falling asleep in the chair.

He awoke to the front doorknob being turned. Crap! He shot up and stood like he was a soldier awaiting for orders. The doorknob turned fully and the door swung open, Rarity walking in with bags around her back. “Rarity!” Spike sounded worried.