Be very careful if you make a woman cry.

Because god counts her tears.

God made woman from the rib of man.

Not his fist to be struck.

Not from his foot to be stepped on.

But from his rib.

From his side to be equal.

Under his arm to be protected.

And next to his heart to be loved.

Sweetie Belle looked up at her princess Luna clock with a scrunched up face. She looked back down at the magazine between her forelegs as she laid on her pink floral bed spread. She leafed through the pages quickly, mostly to illustrate her growing agitation.

"He's gonna get it. He's really gonna get it!" She growled inside her head. She swished her tail, feeling silly that she had gone through so much trouble styling and grooming it for that idiot. Honestly, she didn't even know why she bothered with the big lug.

But she knew exactly why she bothered.

The day he confessed to her, he got down on a knee like he was proposing, clutching a mangled bouquet of wild flowers as he asked in a cracking, stuttering voice for the "honor of taking her to dinner".

Sweetie giggled in her feminine voice at the memory of that day. She glanced to the framed picture on her desk of herself and him together, her cheeks feeling warm. She got her first kiss the day that picture was taken.

The loud sound of the front door of her house opening and closing took Sweetie out of her sweet memories. The door closing was followed by the sound of scaly feet pattering on the steps up to her room.

Sweetie quickly checked her mane in her vanity mirror. She crossed her forehooves and dawned an unapproving face as the form of a stallion sized purple dragon entered through her bedroom door, panting and wheezing as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're five minutes late…again," she deadpanned to the out of breath dragon.

Spike looked up at the teen mare who was giving him a cold glare.

"I'm…so sorry…Sweetie," he said between gasps.

"Uh huh, and what's your excuse this time?" She asked, flipping her mane with a hoof.

"Well, uh, Rarity had a new dress she needed finished before noon. I…I'm sorry."

Sweetie turned her head to the side with a 'humph!', her curly mane bouncing with her movement.

"I see. I guess that you would rather spend time with my sister than your own girlfriend, huh?"

Spike scratched his chin, looking pathetic.

"That's not it."

"You prefer being with her than me, is that it?" Sweetie asked accusingly.

"No I don't. I told you, I don't have feelings for her anymore. She's my friend," Spike tried to explain.

"But you did love her for like…seven years! Are you saying you don't still have some feelings?"

Spike scratched his chin again, taking too long to answer.

"Ah! You do, don't you!?" Sweetie asked, her voice sounding on the verge of tears.

"No! Absolutely not!" Spike cut in.

He got on his knees before Sweetie's bed, taking her pristine white hoof in his sweaty claw and holding it.

"Did I confess to Rarity?"

"…No," Sweetie replied.

"Did I steal a kiss from Rarity?"

"Not that I know of," Sweetie undercut, shooting him another icy glare.

"I didn't. I did all those things with you because I love you, Sweetie."

Sweetie Bell tried to fight back the glow threatening to overcome her cheeks. She had also heard from other girls how their boyfriends wouldn't say that they loved them, but Spike was so much more mature. He never hesitated to tell her his affections.

"You're my marefriend. And I would never hurt you like that."

As hard as she tried, she couldn't stop the little smile from forming on her face.

"Ooooooooooh! Dam him! He always knows how to push all my right buttons!"

Sweetie tilted her head.

"You promise?"

Spike made a cross gesture over his heart.

"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."

Sweetie let her angry demeanor melt away as she looked deeply into his emerald eyes. She noticed her own eyes slide closed as she leaned toward him, her soft lips meeting his warm, scaly ones.

And just like that, Sweetie couldn't remember why she was mad at him in the first place. He reeked of sweat, but to Sweetie it was like perfume. She opened her mouth, telling him it was ok to really have her. She felt his long, slick forked tongue invade her mouth, immediately exploring every cavity and nook in her welcoming muzzle.

He coiled his long, thin tongue around her own organ, pulling on it and stroking it like a tongue hug. Sweetie goaded him by making soft moans into his mouth, gently using her tongue to stroke his long pointed fangs, feeling a delightful twinge under her tail. Spike put his big claws on her shoulders, using his strength to push her onto her back as he moved atop her.

Sweetie let him control her. She wanted to feel his weight atop her, his heat mixing with her own, but instead he preferred to lay next to her, stroking her mane with his strong claws. She placed a hoof gently to his chest, her heart racing at the sensation of touching his hard muscles and smooth scales. Spike let his left claw trail down her soft chest, eliciting a little squeak from Sweetie.

Since reaching puberty, Sweetie's body had taken on the shapely form of a mare, but with the benefit of being smaller than a mare. Spike followed his male instincts as his hand glided over her lovely coat to the objects of his desire just under her firm, warm belly.

Sweetie felt scared yet excited at the same time. Her and spike had made out plenty of times, but she always stopped him when he got close to feeling her up too much. She had been thinking lately that she was being too cruel to him.

Whenever she said "no" or "stop", he did without any questions. She had heard from girls at school how their boyfriends would ignore their objections or pretend like they didn't hear when they said stop, but Spike was a perfect gentledrake. He was always sensitive to her wants and what made her uncomfortable. He was the best boyfriend she could ask for, yet she hadn't given him any of her goods.

Spike's claw stopped just shy of her belly, knowing that she wouldn't like him going too far. Suddenly, he felt her dainty hoof touch his claw, and to his surprise, start pushing it down.

Spike had the idea to stop kissing her and ask if she was sure about this.

"Don't be stupid, Spike! She's giving you the green light. Stop being such a filly and dragon up!"

So, he let her guide him to her treasures. He felt her perky buds on his claw, but she didn't stop there. She guided him further down till his claw was hovering just over her warm flower.

In shock, he opened his eyes, getting caught by her matching green ones. They gazed at each other, Sweetie's eyes telling Spike that it was ok. He used his tongue to squeeze hers as he made contact with her blossoming marehood.

He gently rubbed the soft, warm mound, drawing sharp gasps of air from Sweetie.

His middle claw trailed up the middle, poising itself just at her entrance. He withdrew his tongue from her mouth, and Sweetie released a feminine sigh just as his claw started slipping inside.

"Sweetie! I got the stain out of your socks. But I couldn't-"

Both Spike and Sweetie scrambled to sit up just as Pearl walked into the room, a basket of laundry on her back.

Pearl blushed and smiled wickedly as she took in the sight of her baby girl in bed with her boyfriend.

"Oh my. I'm not "interrupting" anything, am I?" She asked, bringing a hoof to her chin as she smiled.

"MOM! Get out of my room!" Sweetie blurted, her face ablaze from a mix of embarrassment and left over arousal.

Pearl giggled like a school girl as she turned and started leaving the room.

"You kids have fun now," she teased as she closed the door behind her. Sweetie and Spike sat in awkward silence, the only sound to be heard was the ticking of Sweetie's Luna clock.

"So, uh…dose that make the cut for most embarrassing moment in your life or what? Cuz it sure wins the vote for me…heh heh…"

Sweetie dead paned at him, giving the back of his head a light smack. The instant that she was sure that they were alone, and that her mom wasn't listening at the door, she wanted to continue where they left off.

She was about to tackle her dragon boyfriend, when Spike Jumped off the bed and started stretching his back.

"So, uh, wanna go for a walk?" He asked, completely oblivious to his girlfriends burning desire.

Sweetie Bell turned her head to the side with another "humph!", to Spike's great guy confusion.

"Don't think you're off the hook so easily," she stated in a scolding tone.

"You still owe me for being late. Ya know a lot of boys would give their left hoof to take me out, yet I spend seventy two percent of my time getting stood up by you."

Spike seemed to shrink two sizes. He had done wrong by being late again.

"Anything! Just name it and it's yours!" He stated, dropping to his knees.

Sweetie giggled, walking sexily over to where he kneeled. She put a hoof under his jaw and began tracing it over his jaw line to caress his face, all while giving him a sweet, loving smile.

"You're going to take me to lunch, and not that noodle hut you love so much. A nice restaurant. Aaaaaand…you're not going to be late again. I don't care what Rarity has you doing. When it's time to see me, you better drop what you're doing and come running into my hooves."

Spike nodded emphatically at her demands, feeling relieved that she was forgiving him. Sweetie closed her eyes and planted a gentle kiss on his mouth.

"You're my dragon now, not Rarity's. And I'm your pony, understand?"

Spike answered by standing fast and picking Sweetie up in a tender hug, to which Sweetie almost melted. She loved being in his big strong arms, despite their lumpy appearance. Spike could easily pick her up like she was a piece of straw, and she always melted into his embrace.

She put her hoof in Spike's claw as the two started walking to leave Sweetie's house. It was difficult for Sweetie to get used to walking with only three legs, but she made the sacrifice so that she could be connected with him. In truth, she couldn't really be mad at Spike for not leaving Rarity till the job was done. Spike was hard working and loyal. It was one of the manny things she loved about him.

It was Rarity who really got on her nerves. She knew that her and Spike had a date today, so their was no reason that she would keep him. In her teen induced jealousy, she wondered if Rarity had some sort of personal motive.

A grey teen earth pony watched from around a corner as a stallion sized dragon and a white unicorn stepped out into the sunlight. She pushed her designer glasses up to the bridge of her muzzle, scowling at the pony she hated most.

Over the years she had kept her jealousy in check, despite all the ways her enemy was so much better than her.

She had both a father and a mother. She had an incredible sister. And off all that wasn't bad enough, she was loved by all who knew her, and now she had a boyfriend.

The grey earth pony growled, kicking a wooden crate out of anger. She swore that she would find some way to take her down a peg and make her cry. She scanned the dragon up and down, an evil grin forming.

And she knew just where to start.

Author's Note

Hope you all like it, its been a while since I did a primarily love based story. And no, I have not seen guardians of the galaxy, someone already asked me that, so I'm assuming the song I chose is in the movie at some point.
Keep watch for new chapters.

Thanks y'all
-H