It was five years since the wedding, and Rarity was sitting on her couch, tea cup steaming in her hooves. She gazed out at the wondrous sunset, it's purple and gold colors washing the scenery with a myriad of lights. As she sipped her mug, her lover, Twilight Sparkle, came up beside her. She got into the spot next to her and nuzzled her. Rarity grinned, and nuzzled back. It seemed Twilight's affectionate side came around when she married Rarity, that much was certain. "Hey Rarity?"

Rarity looked at Twilight, with half lidded eyes. "Yes, my darling?"

"I was wondering, since we're married now, I was thinking maybe we could... I don't know... adopt a foal?"

Rarity changed her look from dreamy to confused. "What? You want to adopt a child? I suppose it would be beneficial for us, but what gender would we adopt?"

Twilight thought for a bit. "It doesn't matter, whatever it was, we'd have such wonderful times. Come on, honey, please?"

Rarity couldn't resist Twilight's eyes, it was one of the reasons she fell for the mare. She let out a rather annoyed sigh, but smirked. "Fine. But one condition: you must clean the diapers."

"Ugh, fine."

Rarity beamed. "Good, we can go look tomorrow."

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The morning was cloudy, and the air was damp. Ponies were bustling about for work, and stopped to greet two specific mares. Twilight and Rarity were asking directions to the nearest orphanage, and finally located it. A rather elderly mare answered the door, and grinned. "Hello, welcome to Ponyville Orphanage, have you come to adopt?"

Rarity and Twilight looked at each other. "Yes, we have. Do you have any available foals?"

"Indeed we do. Right this way."

As they stepped inside, a sound of young fillies playing permeated the air. They walked through the rooms, and finally stopped at a rather empty one, and only one foal seemed to reside there. He had a grey coat, with dark blue hair, falling over one eye. His cutie mark was a microphone and a bass guitar, crossed together. "Vocal Cord, there are some ponies who would like to see you."

The foal looked up, and beamed when he saw Princess Twilight. "Oh gosh, are you really Princess Twilight? And Miss Rarity?"

Twilight nodded. and she offered her hoof. "If it's alright with you, we're looking for a nice colt, somepony your age. Would you like a home with us?"

The young stallion nodded, and rushed to their hooves. They looked at the elderly mare, and she smiled. "I'll go sign the paperwork, then you can leave." They sat there, anxiously waiting for her return. The wait only lasted a few minutes, and the mare came back, smiling. The new family smiled, and thanked the mare. As they left, they had a question on their minds.

"Hey Vocal, what does your name mean?"

The foal chuckled. "I'm a singer. That's my special talent." They facehoofed, realizing this was obvious, and Twilight excused herself.

"Hang on, you both go ahead, I need to go to the castle to get something."

She galloped off, trying to remember where she put it. When she opened the door, her instincts told her to call for spike. "Spike, are you here?" She searched around, looked in every room, and finally found him. He was laying on the ground, pictures of Rarity surrounding him, a fire had been built, and several photo frames stuck out of the ashes. She was puzzled, but chose to continue. She finally found her item, and galloped back to Rarity's boutique. She entered and saw Vocal with Rarity, and they were chatting. Vocal smiled when he saw Twilight, and she returned the gesture. "I have something for you. Princess Celestia thought I'd need it someday, but I don't really."

The young colt smiled, and hugged his new parents. "Thanks, mum." They had confused looks again, but he smiled, blushing. "Sorry, when you're around ponies from Trottingham, the dialogue rubs off on you."

They just chuckled, and chatted long into the evening, stories told and shared, and future hopes laid out to see.

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In a massive tree castle, one silent figure drifted about in the darkness, hidden only by a cloak. A dim candle led his way, and he found what he wanted. The location where he had found the Inspiration Manifestation, the bridge had been rebuilt by magic. He stepped to the edge, and saw the fire below the ledges. He took pictures out of his cloak, pictures of Rarity and Twilight, and tossed them asunder. Spike had only one wish, but it was cast away, as nopony cared. He then took a breath, closed his eyes, and plunged. He landed in the flames, and they felt like fingers, tickling his ribs. He lay down like that, and drifted off to sleep, in which neither of the mares existed.

Author's Note

Yes, this is now complete. Remember, you can request a story, and I'll try to do it.

The foal has the name of my OC, by the way. Because I could, deal with it.

(I know I'm cruel to spike, but know this: I'm a fan of TwiLuna, Sparity, Pinkiejack, and FlutterDash. Keep this in mind.)