The elegant double door opened with a small creak as Silver Spoon took in the sight of the slightly taller male drake.

"Well hello Spike. Oh, you look hot today," she lied as she shot him a sexy yet friendly smile.

"Uh, hey, Silver Spoon. I'm not late, am I?" He asked, not sure about her complement.

Silver waved her hoof in dismissal.

"No-no, of course not. You're right on time."

Spike had felt skeptical about this whole thing since Silver proposed it, but Spike wasn't the type to just call others on their deceptions. If this girl had some hijinks planed, then Spike was gonna keep an eye out.

"Great. If you wanna show me to the tools and lead me to the problem, I can get it all ship shape and out of your mane."

Silver smiled devilishly on the inside.

"I'm so very grateful for the help, buuuuuuut."

"But?" Spike asked.

"Would you mind terribly helping me reach something?"

Now Spike was getting worried that there was something sinister waiting for him, but he felt confident that he could handle it. Being that he was a hundred and ninety pound fire breathing dragon.

"Uh, sure. Lead the way."

Silver giggled, doing her best to display her glasses free eyes for him.

"Follow me," she beckoned seductively, turning to the grand staircase and beginning the first step in seducing her prey.

She nonchalantly swung her tail from side to side as she sauntered in an attempt to tease him with the view of her rump. Spike, though, was more distracted by the interior of the large mansion. It was no castle/tree, but it was posh and elegant. But despite the elegance of Silver Spoons' mansion, Spike couldn't shake the feeling that the big house was cold and lonely. He looked to the gray teen, tilting his head at the odd way she was walking, wondering if maybe she had some hip issue.

"Hey Silver Spoon, I-"

"Oh, Spike, you can just call me Silver. You don't have to be so formal with little ol' me."

"Ok…Silver. Your place is kinda quiet. Don't you have maids and butlers?"

Silver kept herself from showing anything with her body language, but more she felt annoyed that he was noticing the lack of occupancy in her house and not the pert, gray butt swaying in front of him.

"They used to hang around all day, when I was a filly, but my mother cut back the staff before I started high school," she explained.

"Good thing too. It was sooo annoying having them around bugging me. Now I get the whole place to myself."

Despite sounding happy about being alone, Spike could see otherwise. The aura she gave off was very much like her coat. Gray and solum, like the clouds you see atop a tall mountain.

"And what about your mom?"

"She's in Las Pegasus on business. Then she'll probably be in Manehattan for the rest of the year," she explained in a blank tone, much like an accountant reading off the quarters budget.

Spike was about to ask another question, but her aura and the atmosphere of the house said that he shouldn't. They walked down the hall in relative silence till they reached Silver's room, Spike feeling more hesitant than he did before.

Silver Spoon turned her head, noticing the trepidation on his face.

"What? It's just my room, Spike."

"Eeeeeyeah, it's just kinda…"

Silver rolled her eyes internally. She thought that it would take a little fanes to get him in her clutches. She widened her magenta eyes and put on a pouty lip.

"B-but Spike, I really need your help. You've been in Sweetie Belle's room before, haven't you?"

Spike was no sucker, but he just couldn't say 'no' to a pouty girl. It was his one weakness.

"'Sigh' All right."

Silver chuckled to herself, thinking that this may be too easy. She strolled inside and turned on her back hoof next to her book case.

"It's right up there."

She pointed up to the top shelf at a jeweled box. Spike pointed sarcastically at the box. The book shelf was low enough that Spike didn't need to strain to grab it. Maybe Silver Spoon couldn't reach it, but it would only be by a couple inches. Surly she had a step stool or chair around.

"You see I…" She got on her back hooves, using her fore hooves to brace against the shelf. She bent one of her back legs while rising to the tip of the other one. This position would show off her body in an elegant way, allowing him to take in her form.

"Just can't quite rea-"

"Ya, ok, here you go," Spike said, grabbing the box and passing it to her.

If she had been wearing her glasses she was sure one of the lenses would have cracked from the waves of building irritation she was exuding.

"Oh, thank you so much," she growled through gritted teeth.

"Calm down, Silver Spoon. He may be part lizard or something, but he's still a guy."

Inhaling through her nostrils, she composed herself and moved on to the next strategy. Smiling brightly at the unsuspecting drake, she turned toward him.

"Well, Spike, I guess we can-Whoooa!"

With all the talent of an out of work actor, she did a stage dive like she had tripped over some un-seen obstacle. Spike's instincts kicked in like some sort of 'amazing spider person', catching her in his arm before she hit the hard ground. Silver had planed to fake hitting the ground harder than she actually did, but something unexpected happen when she felt the warmth given off from Spike's arm.

With her hooves she could feel the hard muscles under his smooth scales, despite their lerpy appearance.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her face flushed as she realized that she was being held…by a boy.

It was a new and alien feeling, being held by anyone really. At first it felt as though she couldn't move, like she was a rag doll. Spike lifted her till she was on her hooves again.

"You ok?" He asked with genuine concern.

Silver was at a loss for words. It was like she was looking at someone new, and she didn't understand it.

"Uh, I…"

She remembered what she was doing, and quickly concocted a new strategy.

"Oh! Ow, my hoof! I think I sprained my hoof! Owwww~"

She sat on her rump, raising her right hind hoof up as she quickly put on a pained expression. Spike knelt down, taking the hoof in his claw.

"Try not to move," he instructed.

"Tell me if this hurts."

He gently turned it to the right a little as he looked at it. Silver Spoon had once again gotten herself into an unexpected internal predicament. She expected for his masculine instincts to tell him to help her, but she didn't expect for it to be so…enticing. Her thighs pushed together kept everything concealed, but the naughty thought crossed her to open her legs and…

His big, clawed appendage felt strong and comforting, and for the briefest of moments she forgot that she was pretending to be hurt.

"Oh-oh, right there," she whimpered in a cute tone.

Spike still had his doubts, but he couldn't deny that she looked to be in pain.

"It's probable just twisted a little. You should get off of it, and I'll get some ice."

Silver was already concocting a new plan, when she felt Spike's long limbs gently lift her up and hold her like a knight might hold a damsel in distress. Like a blanket, she felt a warm wave of comfort wash over her. Spike took a step toward her bed, but something kicked inside Silver. She was supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around. She began to struggle.

"H-hey! I-I can walk on my own! I didn't say you could just pick me up!"

Spike tried to keep his hold on the relatively smaller female, but she was more agile than she looked, and soon he found that he was loosing his grip on her.

"S-Silver! Calm down! I-I'm just trying too-OH!"

With one powerful squirm, Silver slipped from his grasp, and Spike fell forward to catch her once again.

A series of bumps and grunting sounds echoed, and when the smoke cleared, Silver found herself laying atop something soft and scaly, despite the contradiction of the two.

Spike groaned as he tilted his head up, coming face to face with the teen earth pony and her wide, sparkling magenta eyes.

This, above all others, was the grand daddy of all compromising situates. Silver felt the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. This was it, she all but had him now. All that was left was a well placed look of need and a gentle wiggle.

"Now…you are mine!"

"Spiiiiiike~! You forgot your lunch, you big silly…"

The sound of a certain white unicorn's voice caused all thought and activity to stop like a barrel rolling into a red dressed plumber.

Sweetie Belle's eyes widened from the provocative sight of her classmate atop her draconic boy toy, but mostly from the infuriating sight of Silver Spoon touching Spike's pot belly.

~A brief historical telling of Sweetie Belle's odd obsession with Spike's pot belly~

As a filly, she had never thought anything of a male with a round stomach other than "ew". Once Spike came into her life, she had seen it in a different light, and that light was very bright and had flower petals falling around it while pegasus fillies flutter on either side holding up a white silk cloth.

Sweetie loved using the pudg as a pillow, and tickling it with the tip of her hoof, and kissing it, and blowing raspberries on it. Spike was more or less self conscious about his gut, but something about seeing such a cute, beautiful girl fawning over his chub was kinda…..yeah, it was pretty great.

She couldn't explain it, she just thought the thing was so sun lovingly sexy.

And this concludes our brief history of Sweetie's pot belly fetish.

~Thank You~

"Silver Spoon….Get…the buck….off…of his belly…now," she ordered in the calmest way she could.

Silver Spoon did as she was commanded, but dawned a defiant sneer once she was off.

"Oh, Sweetie Belle," she said curtly.

"Sooo sorry that you had to find out like this, but I guess it's better that you know."

Spike on the other hoof was scrambling to his knees.

"S-Sweetie! It's not what it looks like! She fell, and I was trying to-"

"Spike, why don't you go wait for me outside? There isn't any roof to fix here."

Spike thought that she would get the wrong idea and start crying, or throw a brick at his face with magic, but she sounded just as calm and sweet as before he left her house.

"Um, are you-"

"Spike, everything is fine. I'm just going to have a talk with Silver Spoon."

Not wanting to push the matter, Spike got up and walked out the door, leaving the two teens in the room. It was clear to Silver that Sweetie had seen through her plot, all that was left was the final conflict. She stood up and struck a feminine pose.

"What, you wanna fight?" She asked, staring daggers at her nemesis.

Sweetie smiled somewhat sinisterly as she started moving toward Silver Spoon, who was ready for whatever she threw at her. But before the gray teen could react, she was grabbed up in a tender hug. Sweetie had Silver Spoon caught in one of her signature marshmallow hugs, which Spike received almost on a daily basis.

"W-what are you doing!?" Silver asked. She tried to struggle, but found that the awesome power of the marshmallow hug was just as strong as it was soft.

"It's ok, Silver Spoon, I forgive you," Sweetie whispered as she gave her captive a little squeeze.

"What?"

"I forgive you. You must have felt so sad and alone if you went this far to get my attention."

"HUH!?"

Sweetie pulled back a little.

"You have nothing to be jealous about. You're a beautiful, interesting, and smart pony. I'm sure that anyone would be happy to be your friend. I know I would."

Silver Spoon found herself completely blind sided. Sweetie Belle wasn't acting at all like she thought she would. What was expected to be a crushing and all out cry-o-thon or a knock down drag out fight was now a heartfelt forgiving and offer of friendship.

"Ah-I-you-uh……D-do you really mean that?" She asked hesitantly.

"Of course! You've been so quiet and reserved since we started school, I've been waiting for an opportunity to break the ice."

Her eyes suddenly felt hot and moist, and it was getting increasingly difficult to stifle the sounds of sobbing.

"R-realy!? Even after all the mean and horrible things I did to you and your friends?"

Sweetie batted an eye.

"Why would that keep us from being friends?"

"W-what do you mean "why"? That's the whole thing! They…All of them hate me! They all remember me as a bully! Why wouldn't they hate me!?"

To this, Sweetie pulled her head back into the softness of the mallow.

"Silver Spoon, me and everypony else knows that that was all Diamond Tiara. You're just not like that. And if anyone still holds a grudge against you for that, then they must be very immature."

Now Silver couldn't keep herself from sobbing, except unlike the many times before, this one felt good, and cleansing, as if she was getting lighter as the tears fell.

"T-that's not fair…Y-you don't get to be so…nice, after all I've done," Silver sobbed, now returning the hug.

"I know I know, but that is what friends are for."

The two girls parted from their hugging, Silver now sniffing as her emotions passed. Funny, she had wanted to make Sweetie cry, but in the end it was the other way around.

"So…you really didn't believe that Spike would…you know, with me?"

Sweetie perked up, quickly followed by her giggling elatedly.

"H-hey! Why are you laughing? It it so crazy to think that I could take your boy-"

"Oh-oh, Silver Spoon, that's not why I'm laughing. I'm laughing because I know that Spike would never cheat on me with you or any other pony."

~Out in the hall~

Spike was about to head down the stairs, when it hit him that he had just left his girlfriend in what may become a deadly cat fight, and quickly headed back. When he was outside the door, he could hear the gentle sounds of Silver Spoon crying, along with the sound of Sweetie comforting her.

Now, Spike was no eavesdropper, but he did think that he shouldn't leave in case things got ugly in there. So with folded arms, he leaned against the wall and listened in.

"Spike would never cheat on me with you or another pony."

Hearing this caused Spike to grin inwardly. Sweetie trusted him, and that warmed him where he lived.

"Yep, the only mare in all the world that he would cheat on me with is my sister."

His inward grin turned to a frown before breaking into pieces.

"What? You don't really mean that, do you?" Silver Spoon asked curiously.

"Oh, I do. If my sister ever gave him an offer, then I would be yesterdays news for sure, but I'm not worried. Rarity hasn't even been out on a date in years, let alone show Spike anything other than friendship."

Spike dropped his arms to his sides, his claws balled up into fists as he turned to head back to the front door.

"Speaking of which, I shouldn't keep him waiting."

Sweetie gave Silver another hug before turning toward the door.

"S-Sweetie Belle," Silver Spoon beckoned, to which Sweetie turned back toward her.

"D..does this mean that we're friends?"

"Pffffft! Duh! I thought that that was obvious."

"But, what about Apple Bloom and Scootaloo?"

Sweetie giggled.

"Let me have a talk with them. But don't worry, they won't mind having a new addition to the group."

Silver still felt some of her nervousness and anxiety, but for some reason she felt lighter. Like now she could hold her head up a bit more, feel a little more sunlight on her face, and it was all thanks to her enemy.

"Oh, Silver Spoon? One last thing," Sweetie said, turning her head to the side. Silver Spoon felt a sudden bolt of raw fear at the sight of Sweetie's eye, swirling with blackness and threat.

"Don't ever touch his belly again…ok?"

Silver Spoon only gulped as she nodded.

"Great! See you at school," she said in an eerily contrasting inflection.

Silver Spoon was alone with her thoughts now, only this time they weren't unhappy ones.

Sweetie walked next to Spike in a silence that confused the teen mare. Something about the look Spike had in his eyes said that something was weighing heavily on his mind.

"Spike, sweetie? You know that I know that nothing happened with you and Silver Spoon, right?"

"Yeah…not with her."

Sweetie didn't say anything in reply. She never knew what else to say when he gets like this. She tried to nuzzle him as they walked, but Spike would subtly step away from her affections.

They reached Sweetie's house. Sweetie Belle turned to Spike, looking up at his face to try and read what was wrong, but after failing to do that, she decided to ask him outright.

"Spike, is something the matter? You've been very-"

"Sweetie Belle…I overheard what you said to Silver Spoon."

At first Sweetie didn't realize what Spike was saying, and she gave him a scolding glare.

"Spike! It's very rude to….oh."

"Is that really what you think? That I would leave you for Rarity?"

"No, I-"

"Don't lie to me!" He roared, grabbing her by her shoulders.

Sweetie recoiled at the loud outburst. She had never heard him speak so harshly to her, and in his claws, for the first time, she felt scared.

"S-Spike, I didnt-"

"When you said to me, "You're my dragon, not Rarity's". Is that what this has all been about? It is, isn't it? Isn't it!?"

"No Spike!"

"You don't care about me and you never have! This is about you getting one up on Rarity, isn't it!?"

Sweetie couldn't say anything, and as the seconds passed, she felt spike grip her shoulders tighter.

"ANSWER ME!"

Sweetie winced as she felt one of his claws sink into her skin.

"Spike, you're hurting me!"

She pulled away just as Spike released his grip. He felt disgusted at his own actions and the rage that fueled them, but he was too angry at her to apologize. He turned his back to her, an act that hurt more than his claw.

"You know what, Sweetie Belle? You don't love me…and you don't trust me."

Sweetie's mouth hung open. Her eyes burned with tears, and her limbs felt like they would fail her at any moment. She tried to say something to his wide and foreboding back, but the words refused to leave her burning chest.

"I…..I don't think we should see each other for a while."

Her hoof trembled as she raised it to try and stop him, but it was like he had a barrier around him, keeping her away.

"Goodbye, Sweetie Belle."

It wasn't real.

That's what she kept telling herself over and over again as she watched him walk away, but after a while she realized that it was real, and now she sat on her stoop, alone as tears fell freely from her broken heart.

Like a zombie, she slumped up to her room and closed the door, locking it behind her. She screamed in anger, hurling the lunch she made at a wall where the plastic box broke into pieces, sending food and bits of plastic out in all directions.

She threw herself onto her bed, the same bed that she and him had cuddled and kissed on so many occasions. She cried loud and hard, till there were no more tears to cry.

Author's Note

It feels good to get back to romance fics. Bet y'all were expecting for Sweetie to walk in, get the wrong idea, and break up with Spike.

I hope that I surprised you. ;)