The morning sun rose up and flowers started blooming. Twilight Sparkle couldn't sleep last night because of Sweetie Belle. Late that morning Twilight walked back and forth. Spike walked in from the new coffee shop they had just built down the block.
"Hm? What's up, Twilight?" Asked Spike in a considerate kind of way.
"Another Sweetie Belle nightmare. This time she wore a mini skirt. I'd never seen one so short before." Twilight shuddered.
"Hmm..."
"Doesn't she understand that I don't like her!" yelled Twilight.
"Come on, Twilight, you know she means well,” said Spike.
"I know, but I can't get her out of my head!" Suddenly the phone rang.
"Aren't you gonna answer it?"
"It might be Sweetie Belle."
Spike sighed impatiently. Spike picked up the phone. "Hello? This is Spike speaking."
"Hey, Spike! Is Twilight there?" asked Sweetie Belle. This one’s to you.
"Yes, she is," said Spike.
"Can I speak to him?" asked Sweetie.
"Yes you may."
Twilight gave Spike the no sign.
"Speak to her!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"No," said Spike.
"Yes! Hello? Wait, I mean, D'oh! Uh, hello, Sweetie Belle? How are we doing today?" asked Twilight as she gave Spike the middle finger.
Spike glared at Twilight with his mouth wide open. He was pretty young for that.
"I'm doing fine, I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me tonight at Shangri La eatery?" asked Sweetie Belle as she was hoping for an approval.
"Um, I'm kinda slammed, I've got to feed a duck, walk him, watch a little T.V."
"You mean Spike?"
"What?"
"The feeding and walking thing, Spike's the duck?" asked Sweetie Belle but she quite knew the answer to it. 'Was he stumping me?' asked Sweetie Belle mentally to her self.
"Oh, yeah, you know how Spike is. Housebroken."
"I'm right here you know!" said Spike but Twilight ignored him. It felt like the right thing at the time.
"Please! Twilight, Come on!" said Sweetie Belle.
"Oh, alright!" Twilight gave in.
"Okay! Cool! Pick me up at seven! Okay? Okay, bye!" Sweetie Belle didn't hang up, then Twilight heard rapid breathing on the other line. Twilight hung up.
"So, how did it go?" asked Spike.
Twilight passed out.
~DREAM SEQUENCE~
It was dark. An eerie voice chanted: 'Twilight...Twilight...Twilight...'
"Huh? What? What happened? Where am I?"
A faded image appeared in front of him. It was an young filly with white fur. She had green eyes. Beautiful eyes that drowned in the center of all existence. She had a blue scrunchie that pulled her ears back like a pony-tail.
"Sweetie Belle?"
Another image appeared in front of him, it was a purple dragon.
"Spike?"
They were holding hands.
"What? How did this HAPPEN!"
Twilight fell at least two thousand feet and landed in front of a mutated baby. But beautiful. It was a dragon and a unicorn mixed. It faded away. Then another picture had shown and it was me, a bum, a loser, asking for change. I had a white beard, crumbs and flies swarming around me.
The other me looked back to see Spike and Sweetie Belle talking and laughing. Then looking back at me. Snorting and taunting me as a pick-up truck splashed mud on me as it drove by.
"No!" The image faded as Twilight woke up from deep sleep.
~END OF DREAM SEQUENCE~
"What...what happened? Where's the baby? And old me? Sweetie Belle? Spike? Where? Where?" stammered Twilight as she got up quickly. What did they say about the pony body and proportions of things?
"Whoa! Take it easy their fella. You had some fall."
"What do you mean?" asked Twilight.
"A fall. You fell down. Well...Sweetie Belle asked you out, you fainted, you're supposed to be their at-"
Twilight cut him off. "Seven!" shockingly yelled Twilight. "What time is it?"
"6:30,” said the dragon.
"I could make it. But it's all the way across town!" panicked the unicorn.
"You'll make it. Just focus on getting there," said Spike.
"But I have to get ready!" said Twilight.
"Get ready then!" said Spike chuckling slightly to his self.
"Right!" Twilight quickly got a shower, brushed her teeth, and combed her fur. She put her tie on and she was ready to go. It was currently: 6:45. She sighed with confidence hoping she will make it through the night.
"See ya, Spike!" said Twilight as she reached for her keys and her brown mittens.
"Yeah, yeah, see ya!"
Spike was playing Call of Duty: Black Ops. From the look of it, he was winning. "Shoot, shoot, darn you, shoot, YEAH!"
That was the only words she heard from Spike before she closed the door. She pushed the Garage Button to open the garage door to retrieve her car.
Twilight's car was a 1997 Red Viper, one of the very first cars in existence, given as a gift from Celestia. She got in her car and revved it so Spike would know that she's leaving. The cars' rev was like Twilight signature. Now it was approximately 6:50.
Ten minutes to drive all the way across town to go on her date with Sweetie Belle. Ten minutes later, Twilight arrived at Shangri La Eatery. Twilight met Sweetie Belle at the front door of the building.
"Hello, Sweetie Belle." Twilight gulped as her first dream came true. Sweetie Belle had a black mini skirt on.
"You like what I'm wearing?" asked Sweetie Belle as Twilight examined from the waist down.
"Don't look there, although... You might get lucky tonight," said Sweetie Belle as she walked in to the joint.
Twilight had her mouth wide open down to the floor. What a filly! "Oh, Celestia help me."
"Table for two, please," said Sweetie Belle.
"Right this way," said the waiter.
Sweetie Belle and Twilight sat down in a booth.
"What would be your drinks?" asked the waiter.
"I'll have a Mistress Mountain Fountain Drink, and for Twilight?" asked Sweetie Belle.
"I'll have a death wish, I—I mean a water." Twilight chuckled nervously.
"Okay, I'll be back with a water and a Mistress Mountain Fountain Drink," said the waiter. Then the waiter walked back to the kitchen for their drinks.
"So... Ahem,” Sweetie Belle began. “The funniest thing happened today, my neighbor, Lyra, left the water on while she went to Pigs-Mart but before she left I told her to turn it off, she said no, I said yes, she said no, but then she said okay, but then she didn't do it. So I went back into my house and went back out and turned the water on so we'll both have the same water bill isn't that great?"
"Yeah, great."
The waiter suddenly came back out with our drinks. "Here's your Mistress Mountain Fountain Drink. And here's your water. Now just what would you like to eat?" asked the waiter as he got out a blue pen and a yellow notepad.
"I'll have a salad." Said Twilight.
"Same here. Have you ever noticed how your tie matches your notepad?" Asked Sweetie Belle to the waiter.
"Uh, I guess?" The waiter leaned over to Twilight. "Colors? How could you date such a nut job?" whispered the waiter.
Twilight eyes got red. As her face got hotter, ready to blow up. The waiter walked away as he finished writing on the notepad.
"I love you, Twilight," said Sweetie Belle.
Twilight was in some kind of trance.
"Twilight? Twilight? Twilight?"
"Huh? What?" asked Twilight.
"I said I love you. Do you love me back?" asked Sweetie Belle.
"I luh—luh—luh you to-o." Twilight could barely finish her sentence or even dare say the 'L' word. Scootaloo walks towards Twilight and Sweetie Belle.
"Twilight! I didn't know you were dating Sweetie Belle! She's quite the chatter-box. Don't cha think?" chuckled Scootaloo.
Now that Scootaloo was a celebrity and famous for inventing the chicken car, the paparazzi was close by. Speaking of the paparazzi, ponies filled with cameras and microphones barged inside the Shangri La Pony Eatery.
"Scootaloo! Scootaloo! Will you do an interview for us?" asked the many ponies.
"Of course! By the way, this is my friend Twilight Sparkle… She's dating my friend, Sweetie Belle," whispered Scootaloo.
The paparazzi gasped as they headed towards Twilight and Sweetie Belle. "How long has this been going on?" said one of the reporters.
"Well... We've been going out for-" But before Sweetie Belle could finish that sentence. Twilight felt like she was going to explode! She made a huge outburst that shocked everybody.
"I'M NOT HER MAREFRIEND!" yelled Twilight.
The chattering stopped in the eatery.
"What?" Asked Sweetie Belle kinda confused.
"Let me talk slowly for you, I, do not, like you. You're just a bratty little kid who I knew in town who turned from a shy little bunny to a talkative, stupid, mindless, waste of space, and a waste of my time!" yelled Twilight.
Sweetie Belle's eyes filled with water, she cried and ran out of the eatery.
The paparazzi and the ponies within the eatery looked at her with fierce guilt.
"What?" asked Twilight.
Back at home, Twilight walked through her door, Spike was still playing Call of Duty: Black Ops. Spike paused the game. “So, how was your date?" he asked.
Next thing he heard was a door slammed shut. 'Hello, this is Sweetie Belle, say your message after the beep.' (BEEP)
"Hey, Sweetie Belle, this is Twilight, sorry for what happened tonight. Please, talk to me, okay, bye."
Twilight hung up the phone. She sighs in defeat.
Three weeks had passed and Twilight hadn't ate, drank, or talked ever since that incident. Until now. Twilight Sparkle walked out of her room to see Spike eating breakfast and drinking his morning brew of coffee.
"'Bout time you've got out of there. It's been three weeks!" exclaimed Spike.
"I know." Twilight sat on a chair in the living room. "You know, I always thought that if I told Sweetie Belle off, I would celebrate in my victory. But now I don't feel much like celebrating."
Spike sighed. The door bell rang. "I got it!" Said Spike. Spike opened the door. "Sweetie Belle? What are you doing here?" asked Spike.
Sweetie Belle suddenly sobbed in Spike's shoulder. "I don't know what to do. Twilight used to mean everything to me. Now colors seem to have faded, pictures seem dull. I need help."
Spike glanced back at Twilight who looked like she was on a hangover. Spike looked back at Sweetie Belle. "Okay, I'll help you, not to get back at or with Twilight, but I'll help you get over this pain you're feeling right now."
"Thanks, dragon! You're the best!" Sweetie Belle hugged him.
"Alright. Alright. Meet me at the fitness center in the next fifteen minutes. Okay?" asked Spike.
"Okay! Thanks, again!" Said Sweetie Belle. Sweetie Belle headed back to her car Celestia also gave her and drove off to the fitness center.
Twilight snapped back into reality discovering that she was drooling and covered with five o'clock shadow. Se looked behind her and saw Spike grabbing Twilight keys. "Eh... What are you doing with my keys?" asked Twilight.
"I'm uh..." Spike didn't want Twilight to know where he was going. Or even dare say he's going to see Sweetie Belle. "I'm uh... Going to see a movie," lied Spike.
"Really? What kind?" asked Twilight.
"You know the one that has that thing, and the person who goes to find that thing, it's a long production, gotta go!" Spike zoomed out of the house faster than Rainbow Dash. Now Spike arrived at the fitness center to see Sweetie Belle waiting there by the doors.
"Hey Spike!" Said Sweetie Belle with a hint of enthusiasm in the tip of her voice.
"Hey Lo! Okay, first: Is forget about him. Don't even think about him. He's despicable! Let life rip, milord, then spit on him!" explained Spike while doing his 'Spit Demonstration'.
"Spit?" asked Sweetie Belle.
"Yeah, spit," said Spike. This one’s to you.
"Uh... Here's the thing: I can't spit," modest Sweetie Belle said.
"It's okay. I'll teach you!" daid Spike.
"Okay." Spike maneuvered Sweetie Belle's lips. And that's when, his and Sweetie Belle's eyes met. After a few minutes of dazing and diving into each others eyes. Sweetie Belle broke the sweet, sweet silence.
"Wow. You have beautiful eyes," said Sweetie Belle.
"Yeah. You too. You have the most cherishing, thoughtful, kind, and extravagant eyes. Your eyes are like whirlpools of endless space," said Spike. Their eyes sparkled as the time passed.
"I think I forgot all about Twilight Sparkle," said Sweetie Belle.
It was currently: 6:33 P.M. And Spike and Sweetie Belle parked in Twilight’s new driveway and walked on the sidewalk walking hand-in-hoof. Now: 11:04. Sweetie Belle and Spike just got done making out behind Twilight' house.
Sweetie Belle and Spike went inside Twilight' house to find Twilight sleeping on the couch. They made their way to the living room to Spike's room. And slept. And that was the end of their day...
The next day. The unicorn yawned and made her way to the kitchen, then she just realized that Spike didn't come home last night, so she thought.
"Spike? Spike?" said Twilight as she went into Spike's room to find Sweetie Belle and Spike in bed. Together? "What the heck just happened?" asked Twilight mentally to her self. She quietly tip-toed out of the room. Bewildered. Aspirations.
"So, I told Spike what happened, he didn't respond, so he has Sweetie Belle all to his self."
Twilight scoffed. "What am I, jealous?"
Spike yawned, so did Sweetie Belle. "Good morning, Sweetie Belle." He held her like a dove.
"Good morning, dragon." They had their eyes wide open.
"What?" They both said in unison.
"I don't remember what had happened last night!"
"Me neither! Twilight could have found out about us last night. And I slept with her marefriend?"
"EX marefriend," corrected Sweetie Belle.
"Quick! Sneak out of the window!" Said the dragon.
"Okay." Sweetie Belle headed out of the second story window and hopped off.
"Now. I have to convince Twilight I didn't sleep with her she slept with me. No, that's-" Spike opened his door to see Twilight at the door with her forelegs crossed.
"Who was that you were talking to?" asked Twilight.
"Nobody," lied Spike.
"Was it, oh let me guess, Sweetie Belle?" asked Twilight.
"Uh... Yes, I'm sorry Twilight! I won't see her ever again!" said Spike putting his head down in shame.
"What are you talking about?" Twilight didn’t have time for this.
"You don't want me to see her again. Right?" asked Spike.
"Spike. I'm glad that you're with her. Keeps her mind off things, and by things, I mean 'me'," explained Twilight.
"Great. Great. Thanks, Twilight!"
"Did you do anything with her last night, you know, because that's my spare bed and I clean the sheets every Monday, which is today." It took Spike about a minute to get what she just said.
"No, of course not. Before marriage is a no, no." Spike chuckled.
"Good."
"Yes, thanks for understanding." What voice do these words sound like? What are you imagining right now?
"No problem!" exclaimed Twilight as he walked away. Twilight Sparkle was sweating, hot, and had a very high temperature. "Whew! I'm glad they didn't have- Wait! Am I glad they didn't have sex? I know it's my bed and all, but still, what am I feeling right now?" questioned Twilight.
Twilight felt something in her stomach, like a cinder block dropping down in the pit of her stomach.
"It's called 'Jealousy', my friend," said Rainbow Dash popping out from the shadowy corner.
"Jello-what?" Hubba-wha?
"Jealousy. You know 'jealous'. Okay, when a boy likes a girl and you don't know if she likes you back, and now she has a boyfriend, then you become 'jealous'," she explained in a way that seemed to support the patriarchy.
"Oh, that kind of jealousy," said the unicorn.
"Yep! So who's the lucky stallion? Huh? Heh, heh, heh." Chuckled Rainbow Dash.
"Sweetie Belle."
"Whoa! She talks too much."
"I know. And she thought I was her mareriend, then I finally gotta word in, then, I blew it."
"Who's the guy now?" asked Rainbow.
"Spike." Replied Twilight.
"Oh, the one who has that speech impediment?" asked Speedy.
"Yeah. Man, now I'm just a mare-less dead beat. At least I still have my books, I just read the latest by Happyhooves. While Happyhooves does show strong writing ability I feel that it was not utilized very well with this story. It is generally difficult to write sex scenes very well and he does not do it very well. The narrator has no mind of her own and after a couple of chapters in the books becomes annoying. I think that the author secretly has a desire to be a book reviewer rather than an author. You might find the book worth reading if it is your desire to be annoying and pretentious.” Twilight’s desire is to be annoying and pretentious.
“Okay. But how did you get with Sweetie Belle?”
“Oh, she came by the library so I decided to show her around. All she said was, nothing, all her answers were either a nod for a 'yes' or a 'no' by the shake of her head. I told her that if she needs help with anything, that she needs to speak up or no one will ever hear her or listen to her. Now she talks nonstop. But now she tells everybody that we’re marefriends. I didn't mind it, only if she didn't talk too much."
"Well, I think you should apologize." Said the pegasus.
"For what?" asked Twilight.
"For hurting her, and for telling her to shut up. Remember, it's not her fault that she talks a lot, it's yours." Said Rainbow. She finally flew off to the cloud hole in which she lives in. Twilight let out a long depressed sigh.
~Meanwhile... At Sweetie Belle's house…~
She removed pictures of Twilight and her or just plain old Twilight. She had put new frames filled with a charming dragon (to her prospective) and Sweetie Belle. She kissed Spike on the frames image. She let out a dreamily sigh.
Next thing you know, door bell dinged. It was Spike. She opened the door to find Spike kissing her. After a minute of Spike and Sweetie Belle locking lips passionately, Sweetie Belle unlocked their lips (This one’s to you).
"What are you doing here, dragon?" asked Sweetie Belle.
"To tell you something. May I come in?"
"Sure, I don't mind," said Sweetie Belle as she let him through the door. "What's up?"
"Well, I told Twilight about us. And she didn't mind it. It's like she didn't even care," explained Spike.
"Good." She sat on his lap. "So what do you want to do today?" asked Sweetie Belle seductively.
"Wanna go to throw stuff in the lake?" asked Spike.
"Sure, just let me get my keys." Sweetie Belle reached for her keys.
"Come on! They just put on an extra three ducks in the water!" exclaimed Spike with enthusiasm.
They finally got into the car and drove off. "And they say that if you look at it, it's like you're going to be exposed in class. And you really are!" Explained Spike. They set up a procedure to keep the kids out of trouble.
Twilight walked out of her house to water her plants, then she saw Sweetie Belle and Spike drive by her, paying her no attention whatsoever. Twilight stammered, tempted to sneak on them.
"Should I? No. Yes. No. Anyway if I did, their long gone by now." Twilight sighed. "Hmm... Wait, I object. Overruled! Rainbow Dash!" commanded Twilight wanting Rainbow's presence.
Suddenly, Rainbow Dash came out the clouds and stood in front of Twilight. "Follow the car Spike and Sweetie Belle's in."
"Twilight! I can't believe you would think that I would go into spying again! That's absolutely outrageous, and not in the funny-way either! Sorry, but I'm retired of spying. But if I did, I would need some sort of bribery from a local friend trying to get a somewhat small mare to spy on her Ex and her so called best assistant."
Twilight sighed impatiently. "Okay. Here's some money." Twilight handed her a one-hundred dollar bill. “Loving you’s like loving the dead.”
"Nuh uh uh! I need a Cloudsdale-type one-hundred dollar bill.”
Twilight once again sighed impatiently. "Okay...!" complained Twilight. She reached in her wallet and peered out a Cloudsdale-type one-hundred dollar bill.
"Thank you... And by the way, why do you carry those type of bills with you?" Asked Dash.
"I told you already. I'm a unicorn which is like a pegasus that doesn’t have wings. I'm 3/4ths purple."
"So 3/4ths of the time you like carrots?" asked Rainbow Dash.
"Ye- Will you get out of here?" yelled Twilight. Rainbow chuckled to herself then she was off.
