Frankenstallion Legacy

"Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names." (John F. Kennedy)

"Spike? Spike, are you alright in there? Does the suit fit?" Rarity waited outside of Spike's door. Nervous? Completely. She hoped, and prayed to Faust that the new suit she had made for Spike would fit him. Her mind wandered and began to ache with anticipation. 'I hope it fits...what if it doesn't? Oh goodness...why is he so silent? It has to fit...what if...is he not coming out because it doesn't fit...and he doesn't want to hurt my feelings? Oh my...the Gala is tonight...if it doesn't fit, this is the worst possi-' her train of dreaded thoughts were cut off by the creaking of Spike's door slowly nudging open.

"Rarity?" He stepped out wearing the suit. Spike was just finishing clipping on a red, jewel encrusted bow tie. "How do I look?" Rarity managed to completely ignore the hard work she put into the black silk suit jacket. It was that bow tie that caught her attention. She remembered giving it to Spike years ago. But she never thought anything of the gift.

"Spike, you held onto that old bow tie for all these years? Bu- why?"

"You gave it to me..."

"I never really expected you to keep it all these years."

Spike smiled as he lifted a claw to stroke Rarity's cheek. Her fur was still as soft as ever. Her cheeks radiated heat as a blush tinted her face. "This bow tie was made by the hooves of an angel. Why wouldn't I keep it?" Rarity felt herself melt at Spike's words. His tender voice echoed it's way into her heart, leaving her practically speechless. "Hey uh, Rarity?" She quickly snapped herself out of the trance.

"Yes Spike?"

"You're gonna put on your dress aren't you?"

Oh yeah. "Yes, of course...heh."

"Well, the room is all yours." Spike held the door open for Rarity while she grabbed the dress that had been hanging on the banister the whole time. "Come out when you're ready." Carefully, Spike shut the door after she walked in. He waited...

...and waited...

...and waited some more...

...'Maybe I should, never mind.' He thought as he waited...

Then Rarity's voice came ringing from inside. "Spike? I need need your help with something." He cautiously pushed until the door was ajar. He peeked in to see that Rarity was in her dress, but something was off. "Spike, could you be a darling and zip up the back please." She turned her back towards him waiting for him to do as he said.

With two of his claws, he took a hold of the zipper and slowly pulled it up along Rarity's back. Spike almost hated it. The dress covered up her beautiful white fur. "There...all finished." He let out a sigh when all was done. As she turned around, Spike saw the one thing the dress did for Rarity that he liked. It contrasted her face which shined brightly in the low light of the library. It made it easier for him to look up to her eyes. Since Rarity's body was covered, Spike's eyes wandered no where else. They focused on just her, her sapphire eyes that twinkled with delight. 'Easy to get lost in those eyes,' he thought to himself.

"Not quite done yet Spike..."

"Hmm?" What else was there? She already did her makeup and hair, twice. The reason became clear as Rarity lifted something out of one of her bags she had brought earlier. It was something gold, with a wide band. It was a necklace, but what did it carry? What was that gem in the middle? It's...it's...it is. It's a fire ruby, but this was no ordinary fire ruby. This one was shaped like a heart. The very sight of the ornament hit Spike with a fit of mixed emotions that bubbled inside of him. "I-I gave that to you. You still kept it? Even after..."

There was silence. But, it was broken by Rarity's angelic voice.

"Spike. It is one of my most prized possessions. I never learned to appreciate it at first, I just saw it as a new piece of jewelry then, but now, things have changed. I can't look at it without thinking of you, and...it reminds me about you when you first lived here."

"When I was a little runt?"

"Yes Spike, you were little, but you were a faithful little runt. Through all those years, you never gave up on me..."

"I held on to hope."

"I guess I lost that hope after you left. When I saw you leave with Twilight on the train, I didn't see you even crying." Mist came to Rarity's eyes as she remembered the past thoughts that haunted her. "I started thinking that...not even you could love a mare as spoiled and selfish...I didn't think anyone else could ever love me." Just before she could start crying Spike stopped her.

"Please don't, don't cry. I hate seeing you when you cry. I hurt you once, but never again..." He embraced her. That was all he could do. "...I did cry."

"Spike?" The mist began to dissipate as she nuzzled his neck.

"Rarity... I didn't want you to see me cry, I didn't want to feel weak. I realized I was wrong. I should have been stallion enough to cry in front of you. Not liquid pride, like Twilight's brother says, I didn't want to go. I didn't want to leave. I should have stayed." A tear fell from his eye.  "I haven't cried in three years. Maybe it was because I cried my eyes out on that train. I don't know."

Rarity just stared at him. Did he just admit to that? A stallion, well... A drake admitting he cried over love. Who else would ever do that? He was gone for three years, but that's not much for some ponies, but between the two of them it felt like centuries. Why? Did they have something greater than what they expected? A bond...

"Spike. You're here, and I love you."

"But why!" His interjection didn't startle her. "How can you? I'm not a stallion. I'm not handsome. I'm a dragon, I don't want to be..."

"Stop that."

"...I wish I was a stallion! Then maybe, I might fit in." He turned away back to the mirror in his room. He stared at his reflection. He saw a beast, a monster. Why him? Why did he have to be a dragon? Why did Faust hate him!

"Spike...I would rather have you as a humble dragon, than a pompous stallion. You are handsome. You really are. Stop telling yourself that you're not."

"Pompous?" Spike butted in.

"Yes."

"Why would I be pompous?" Dazed and confused he waited for Rarity's answer.

She sighed. "You are one of the most handsome creatures I have ever known. If you had been born a stallion, you undoubtedly might have been the most desirable male around. That kind of thing gets to one's own head.  I definitely think that you would have become a pompous brat; worse than Blueblood. I hope you stay exactly the way you are...as my handsome gentledrake."

Spike smiled. "And, I hope you stay exactly the way you are: beautiful, generous, and just..."

"Yes Spike?"

"Perfect."

Rarity held a hoof up to her mouth trying to hide the blush that engulfed her muzzle. "Oh my..." Her feelings began to stir inside as Spike turned back to face her. His emerald eyes sparkled in the light. How sincere they were, he truly cared. No other stallion could ever top him. He was the one. Spike had to be the one. "Come here Spike..."

Cautiously he stepped forward, uncertain of what was about to happen. "Yes?"

Closing her eyes, she gently kissed him. His scaly lips had become a strange comfort to her. She could get lost in that sensation for hours if she let herself, but she managed to control herself, this time. She released her grip on his mouth.

Spike sighed in disappointment as Rarity's lips left his. "Mmm."

"Something wrong?" She squeaked a little worried.

"No, it's just...I'll never fully get used to that." He smiled.

"Used to what?" The worry grew on her face. Was it her breath?

Spike held onto Rarity bringing her in for a hug. With his head pressed against the side of hers he whispered into her ear, "I'll never be fully used to kissing an angel."

The tension within Rarity's muscles all ceased. She turned her head, kissed his cheek, and then proceeded to nuzzle his neck. "Why couldn't I have found you sooner?"

"I should be the one asking that question... Why did it take us so long to get here?"

Rarity rested her head on Spike's shoulder for a moment, then she lifted herself to look at him. "Some things, are worth waiting for." She smiled up at him.

"Well Rarity, it was worth the wait." Spike lifted his head a tad higher so he could kiss Rarity on her forehead, just below her horn. She hummed in delight as she felt the warmth of his lips.

Inconveniently, the doorbell rang.

"Oh. Well, Spike?"

"It looks like the others are here."

"Yes. Shall we go down to greet them?"

"After you, Milady..."

"Oh Spike."

*****

"I can't do this..." Wolf sat outside of Zecora's home which was more of a hut that sat a little ways down a road into the Everfree forest. He began to fidget with his maroon tie that hung around his neck. Mountain Tail stood off to the side hiding in the brush.

"You can't just chicken out now!" Mountain whispered to Wolf. "You're not a chicken are you?!"

Wolf felt the butterflies in his stomach turn and twist. "I can feel my blood turning yellow." Mountain Tail face-hoofed. "Why should I have to do this?"

"Because! She invited you..."

"I can't do this!" Wolf bit his lip.

"Yes, you can." Mountain Tail thought for a moment. "You need to do this."

"Why?!"

"Wolf! You're almost nine hundred years old! I'm a 'monster' and have been on more dates than you..."

Wolf raised his brow at Mountain Tail. "Most of them were blind."

"That's not the poi- AHH, just stallion up! Go and knock on her door." With that Mountain Tail hid behind the trees and the brush leaving Wolf alone to make up his mind.

Wolf face Zecora's hut. His heart pounded in his chest, that's never happened before. He made his approach as he straightened his crimson neck tie. Zecora's home seemed to grow as an ominous beast about to snatch Wolf from existence. He stopped himself before he ran into her door. He hadn't realized how close the hut actually was. "You can do this," he whispered to himself. Shakily he rose his hoof to the front door and knocked. When no answer came he knocked again,"Zecora?" The door fell slightly open revealing the inside of the hut. Wolf pushed the door all the way open with his muzzle.

He stood in awe of all the masks, herbs, and assorted potions that lined the wall. The aroma of various flowers and stained wood filled his nostrils. As he carefully walking further into Zecora's hut, he noticed the cauldron sitting off to the side. Wolf placed his hoof on the black cast-iron surface. It was cold and reminded him of a similar cauldron that his mother...

"Hello? Be you friend or foe?" Zecora's sing song voice came ringing from around the corner of the room.

Wolf tensed up. "Oh, uh...I'm sorry. I didn't m-mean to intrude...I...uh..." His stutter began to die down when Zecora came into view from around the corner. Her mane draped downed over the side of her face while a blue lotus flower was perched between her mane and her ear. Her body was cloaked in a dress that matched the vibrant blue in her eyes, the image of her cutie mark recurred in a pattern of orange and red hues. Around her neck hung a wood bead ornament of sorts. However, aside from the facts of what she was wearing...her attire seemed to make her flourish in magnificent beauty.

"Wolf? Is something wrong, why have you been staring so long?"

Zecora's sing song voice snapped Wolf out of his trance. "Oh sorry, I- it's just that-," he couldn't stop staring at her eyes which were like pools of clear blue water, "it's just that you look...beautiful."

At this, Zecora blushed hard. Her muzzle turned bright pink underneath her monotone fur. She had never been told she was beautiful by anyone before. "Thank you, Wolf."

Finally Wolf remembered what he had come to do. "Well, are you ready for the gala?"

*****

DING DONG

Myt opened the door. "Oh! Hello again Zecora." Myt took in the sight of Zecora, and Wolf who stood nervously in the doorway next to her. "Zecora I don't believe you've ever properly introduced me to your 'coltfriend' here." At this Wolf's muzzle lit up like a bright red light bulb. Myt smiled at Wolf 's discomfort. "Come on in."

Zecora and wolf were met by Spike and Rarity who sat next to each other on the couch across from the Doctor and his wife Ditzy. The room lit up with smiles all around as they all introduced themselves to Wolf.

For the most part, Wolf simply smiled and gave a simple "hello" to everyone. Then he stopped when he faced Ditzy.

Wolf's smile fell away from his face. His eyes seemed to focus like camera lenses, but not exactly. Zecora was oblivious to his behavior; assuming that Wolf was just surprised by Ditzy's unique eyes. Myt was the only one that sensed anything was wrong.

"It's a pleasure to meet you miss." Wolf forced a half smile. He was hiding something. To his dismay, Myt was eyeballing his strange mannerisms which made him even more uncomfortable.

"Well then." Spike stood up. "I suppose we best be going to the gala now.

"Allons-Y!" The Doctor chanted.

*****

Dancing...

"Zecora?" Wolf whispered.

Dancing.....

"Yes Wolf?" A smile followed her quizzical tone.

All around.......

"What do you think of me?"

Music...

"Well, you're nice. To see that I only had to look twice." She giggled under her sing song voice.

Moment.....

"You really think so?"

By moment.......

"I wish you could see." She smiled, but then another thought crossed her mind. "What do you think of me?"

Tonight...

"You, are beautiful." Wolf said shyly. "You can see past the cover and see others differently."

Is the night.....

"Others?" Zecora questioned. Her heart was pounding as she still danced close to Myt.

We are here.......

"Well," he said, "me." He looked down into Zecora's sea blue eyes. They were shimmering, glistening like the stars.

Can it be...

"Wolf..." She could see past his contacts into his golden eyes.

Maybe.....

"Zecora. I wanted to tell you something. But, I'm afraid."

Just maybe.......

"What is it?" Zecora felt something in her heart. Something new.

Strange...

"Do you trust me?" He was afraid.

But true.....

"Of course..." She gave her best smile.

Love is near.......

"Something else too..." He was shaky.

Music fades...

"What is it?"

Music falls.....

"Something to show you." Wolf stopped, he breathed, and outran his fear.

Music dies.......

The music ended. The crowd of couples cheered at the end of the song. Their roaring cheer masked another sincere scene in the background. No one saw the act of love and relief that had broken free of its chains. Only Zecora and Wolf were free from the world as their lips embraced one another's. Neither experienced, neither cared.

The kiss ended and Wolf pulled Zecora close to him as he embraced her. "Just in case," his voice wavered, "I just wanted this much."

"Wolf? What's wrong?" Zecora could feel the single tear that fell from his face.

"If you trust me put these in." He stuck something in her hoof, wiped his eye, and disappeared into the crowd.

Zecora looked at her hoof which held ear plugs. Why would she need ear plugs. "Wolf? Wolf!!!" He was no where in sight. Afraid if what was going to happen next, Zecora quickly shoved the plugs into her ears.

Wolf was weaving his way through couples; his target in sight. He ran up and bumped into the side of the Doctor. "Oh I'm so sorry! I should have watched where I was going..."

The Doctor saw Wolf trail off in the distance. "No problem! Just...wait a minute." He turned to his wife. "Ditsy, have you seen my sonic screw driver?"

Wolf bolted behind a large subwoofer next to the stage that held up the musicians. He pulled out the mechanical device he had stolen from the Doctor. Wolf concentrated his magic on it.

The sonic screwdriver was absorbed by an orb of gold light that sparked with electricity. Wolf moved it towards one of the plugs on the speakers. As he concentrated, the tip of the screwdriver lit up.

BORWORWORWORW

The amplifier exploded with sound that roared through the whole palace. Windows shattered as ponies frantically screamed and tried to cover their ears but to no avail. Zecora watched in horror as everyone began to fall. The earplugs she wore weren't entirely effective.

Zecora's vision began to blur as an intense pain took over her mind. She was still conscious though.

The sound stopped.

Zecora turned to look around. Everypony was on the floor. She checked the pulse if several ponies. They were all still alive. What was that sound? Zecora looked everywhere. Even the princesses were passed out. In the distance  she could see Wolf carrying two bodies on his back. One orange, and the other was grey. Zecora forced her shaken and distressed body to follow him.

*****

The princesses were the first to awake. Then, one by one, the rest of the guests began to rise. "Is everyone alright?"

Spike held Rarity in arms. She hadn't woken up yet. "Doctor!" He gave a pleading look to the brown stallion who had just woken up. "Help!"

Drowsily, the Doctor looked around. "Ditzy?" She was nowhere to be seen. "Ditzy?!" He panicked. "Ditzy!!!" She was gone.

"Who keeps yelling?" A drowsy voice came echoing out of Rarity's mouth. She looked up at Spike. "Where...what happened?" Spike wrapped his arms tight around her. To his relief she was alive, thankfully.

Princess Twilight watched the crowd as she rose from the ground. "What the?" She looked at Luna and Celestia who were equally as baffled.  Twilight looked to her side. There was an empty pile of gold armor. "Flash?" His armor was haunting as a chill thought ran through Twilight's mind. "Oh no. Please no..."

Suddenly a loud voice came ringing out. "I know who did this!!!" That voice was usually a pestilence, but now it sounded of justice to be be paid. "Princess!" Myt came running up to twilight.

"Myt? What do you mean you know who did this?" Twilight waited as Myt was trying to catch his breath.

"Twilight," he breathed heavily, "it was Wolf."

"Who?" Twilight asked.

"It was Wolf. He's a new stallion that came into Ponyville. And, I think Zecora is helping him." Myt stared at Twilight.

She was angry.