Chapter: Deep Down

        An alarm was going off and it was shut off with a green magic. Gloriously pink covers were thrown up off a peach colored bed. A white unicorn emerged from the bed. A high voice came out of the filly, "I feel terrible." She got up and walked out of her room to the bathroom. She looked into a mirror, "Sweetie, you look awful." Sweetie Belle started a shower and climbed in almost immediately.

        When she was done, she hovered a towel over to herself and dried off quickly. She threw the towel into a hamper and walked out the bathroom, steam followed after her. Sweetie walked downstairs and into her kitchen. A pink unicorn was standing at a stove, cooking. "Why good morning Sweetie Belle." She ignored her and took a seat at the the table. "Good morning sweetie." The filly continued to ignore her. "Answer your mother when she talks to you!"

        Sweetie Belle stared at her, "Good morning."

        Her mother walked over with a plate in hoof and set down the plate in front of Sweetie Belle, "Your father told me you have been having issues, filly issues." "Are you bleeding in that particular area?"

        Sweetie poked at her sophisticated food, "No Mom, it's something else."

        "You mean love?" "Because I can give you some tips about colts."

        "Inbetween two." She quickly covered her mouth.

        "Ooh, tell me about it."

        She was a little hesitant about it at first, but started explaining her situation, "So there are these two... um... two kids I like, and I truly can't pick who I want to be with." Her face started turning red as she told more about it.

        "And what are they like?"

        "Well one is sensitive, we would hang out with Scootaloo all the time, sh... he really cares about me and I don't want to break their heart." And the other one is... is, well he's like-"

        "How do you know you want to be with the second one if you don't know anything about him?"

        "Oh my gosh you're right!" "Thanks Mom!" She gave her mother a small kiss on the cheek and ran out the door.

        Sweetie Belle was running towards the library when she tripped over a tail. She landed on her chin. She got up to shout some fancy swears to see Spike was the one who tripped her. "Um, hi Spike."

        "Hey Sweetie Belle, what's up?"

        "What do you know about me?"

        He stared at her for the weird question, "Well I know you're Rarity's little sister."

Great, of course that's how he knows me.

        "You're her cute little sister," he started to tickle her chin like nopony can do, ever.

        She pushed his hands away, "I want to get to know you."

        "Like what?"

        "Well to start, how old are you?"

        "I'm fifteen."

        It hit Sweetie that Spike was too old for her. He also appeared a little taller and had a deeper voice than she last remembered, but she was still persistent. Spike asked the same, "How old are you?" "Because you don't look old enough to be with me if that's what you're getting at."

        "I'm going to be thirteen in a few months."

        "Doesn't a filly go through an intense heat cycle when they turn thirteen?"

        "I don't know, Rarity told me a little about it, guess I'll find out eventually."

        Spike stared at her cutie mark, "Hmm." "Quarter note sharp." "I knew you were a good singer, but your special talent!"

        Sweetie started to blush, "Come on, I'm not that good." "You seem to know a bit about music."

        "Well I tried my hand at it, but I'm no good."

        "I can teach you to become a better singer if that's what you were talking about." "Pinkie told me you can play piano professionally, unlike me who can barely play." "So any quiet places?"

        "The library, Twilight's out." "Let's go!"

        They embarked on their fifteen-step journey to the library. Spike opened the door and let Sweetie Belle in first. Well, he's certainly a gentlecolt. Or gentle, I don't know. "Well what do you want to start with Spike?"

        "What do you want to start with, seeing as you're the expert."

        She started to blush, "Okay, I get it, I'm good, but I wouldn't say expert." "Anyway, how about a pitch test?" She looked around for an instrument to use but couldn't find even a bell. "Nothing to ring?"

        "Twilight thinks those are annoying."

        "Probably wouldn't think that if she herself would give fun a try."

        Spike mimiced glasses around his eyes with his claws and stuck his tounge out. Sweetie laughed and Spike, in return, laughed with her.

       Hours went by as they sang the day away. Spike tripped on his own tail and landed on top of Sweetie Belle, face-to-face with her. Sweetie was huffing and puffing due to the long hours of singing, "Didn't even need a warm-up." "You're really good."

       "Thanks, but you are way better."

       They stayed silent for a little bit, resting from the gone hours. Spike broke the silence, "Well I'm going to get u-" Sweetie Belle pulled him down for the long awaited kiss she has been wanting for days now. Her eyes were shut tightly. Spike ended their physical contact. Sweetie Belle looked at him, "I'm sorry. I had to ever since-"

       "If we want this to work, we can't do anything too serious, understand?" Sweetie Belle nodded both confused and happy. "Good."

       Spike helped her up, "So Sweetie Belle, any past relationships?"

       "One, sort of." "You know Apple Bloom?"

       "Barely."

       "Well we kissed once, twice."

       "So wait, you like fillies as much as you like colts?"

       "Well, yeah actually."

       "I wouldn't be too trusting of your friends then."

       "Oh stop."

       "You besmooched one of them too."

       "Shut up!"

       "And you liked it."

       "Well at least I liked a pony of my age group." "You had a crush on my sister!"

       "I was young, I didn't know any better."

       "That was two years ago, and you were still older than me."

       Spike's face started to get red. Sweetie Belle only smiled, "It's okay." "I'm kidding."

       He chuckled, "You've got your sister's sass, that's for sure."

       Sweetie's stomach roared for half a minute. Spike noticed, "Are you hungry?" He let out another chuckle. He walked up a sprawling set of stairs and motioned the really hungry filly upstairs. She went up the stairs.

       Spike was making two daisy sandwiches. Sweetie Belle walked over to one of the beautifully constructed sandwiches, "This looks palatable."

       He looked at her, "What?"

       She smirked and rolled her eyes, "Delicious."

       "Don't use those words, I'm not Twilight."

       Sweetie Belle ignored him, "I'm going to devour this sandwich."

       "Well that's very out of-" She started to violently consume the sandwich in front of her, "character."

       They spent the rest of their time cuddling at the stairs. They embraced each other with one another's warmth in silence. Sweetie started to nuzzle Spike's chest. He smiled at her. She decided to break the silence, "This may sound weird coming from a twelve year old to a fifteen year old." "But, I love you." She looked up at him with a soft smile. "I'm not sure how you feel right now, but I'm devoted to you."

       Those words hit his heart hard, in a good way. He regained his lost smile, "I love you too Sweetie Belle."

       She hugged him tighter. "Before I go, do you want a short kiss?"

       "Sure."

       Just as they were about to kiss, the front door opened. They froze in place, mouths about to lock together. A purple alicorn walked in with a yellow earth filly. The alicorn broke the short term silence, "Well I see the pedophile didn't waste any time while I was gone."

       "Twilight!" The teen dragon blurted out, "Why are you back so early?"

       "Why are you trying to sleep with a ten year old?!"

       "It's not like that!"

       "I would expect a boy your age to be touching himself!"

       "You know I wouldn't do anything like that."

       "I would rather you masterbaute than get a foal pregnant!"

       Sweetie Belle butt in, "Princess Twilight, he wasn't trying to do anything!"

       Twilight ignored her, "Spike, you can't do this."

       Sweetie Belle still tried to be heard, "But we love each other, isn't that what matters?"

       Twilight acknowledged the lovestruck unicorn, "Not if it's a child and a teenager." "Spike, upstairs!"

       Spike went upstairs and Twilight followed after. The yellow filly looked at Sweetie Belle, "Ah really thought we were meant to be together." "Instead, you choose the dragon who is too old for you." Before Sweetie could respond the filly ran away.

       "Apple Bloom, wait!" She let out a groan in frustration and chased after her.

       "Spike, she is too young for you." Twilight said calmer than before.

       "I know, really I do." "It's just she's the first pony to be able to look past the fact that I am a dragon and still want to be with me." "You wouldn't understand."

       Twilight looked at Spike and noticed he was on the brink of crying. She let out a sigh, "You won't do anything serious?"

       "Already swore on that." He wiped away any tears that escaped.

       "We'll have to check with Sweetie Belle's family too."

       "I know."

       "And if they say it's okay..." Spike looked at her, "Then I guess it's fine by me too." He smiled at her and she smiled back.

       Sweetie Belle was gasping for air. Apple Bloom can run really fast for extended periods of time. She ended up at the clubhouse. She heard crying through the door. Sweetie started to turn the doorknob with her magic.