Diamonds Are Forever

"DAMMIT!" Spike yelled as he smashes his thumb under a book. It was raining, and Twilight was off in Canterlot for some reason. Leaving him to clean up the ENTIRE FUCKING LIBRARY. "Why can't she just stop pulling books off of their shelves?" He sighs, thinking about what he could be doing. Could have been sleeping, could have been reading that new comic that he bought when he ran an errand to to the bookstore, could have been daydreaming about-

"No." He says to himself, realizing the possible consequences of that. "If I daydream about her, that leads to fantasizing about her and that leads to-"

He stops speaking as the door is repeatedly banged on by an unseen force. He turns to the door and thinks, "Who the heck is outside in THIS mess?" He walks up to it, asking politely "Who is it?" before opening the door. "Oh my Luna."

Outside is a shivering white pony wrapped in a large sheet. It obviously was frozen, and Spike immediately helped it inside. He looks the pony from top to bottom, about 95% of which was wrapped in an extremely wet sheet. The legs weren't wrapped, but strangely the face was with only two eye holes cut out, showing two brilliantly colored blue eyes. The pony was extremely cold, and Spike never let anyone freeze. He went into one of the Library's rooms and brings back a large bed-sheet and a cover. He laid these out on a couch as if it were a bed, and motioned for the pony to get under the covers. It did so while still wrapped in the sheet, only taking the sheet off when it was completely covered by blankets. Spike realized that small amount of covering wouldn't completely take the edge off on the chill, and he rushes back into the room. He brings back three wool blankets he "liberated" from the Diamond Dogs. They were incredibly thick and warm, and would keep the pony, whoever he or she was, warm enough. But, of course, that wasn't good enough. If the pony had to be miserable, Spike would be miserable too. He put the blankets on top of the heap that was the pony, and then got under all of the covers with it.

He knew he was right in front of the face of the extremely cold pony because he could feel its breath roll across his face. He could see its eyes beaming through the darkness, staring through him. The pony only uttered two words, "Thank... you..." in an extremely raspy voice. So raspy, Spike still couldn't figure out whether it was a stallion or a mare he was with, and he didn't care. He was just happy to help another living being. He started feeling his eyes get heavy, as did the pony's eyes. He fell asleep in front of the stranger.

He awoke to the sound of... well... rain and snoring. Feminine snoring, so he was sleeping with a mare. He was glad, yet slightly freaked out. What if the mare thought this was a case of "I scratch your back, you scratch mine" scenario where he was to get sex in return for helping her? He would deny that, but would she believe him? Maybe, maybe not. He got out of the makeshift bed without disturbing her. He then sat down in the middle of the floor and started humming a song Rainbow Dash taught him. He loved the deep, explosive sound of it. He stopped humming the song after about a minute when he heard rustling behind him. He ran behind the couch so she wouldn't see him, and maybe think he was an illusion, or something like that. She got up and asked in a slightly royal voice, as if she were related to Celestia herself. Spike was too busy freaking out to recognize her voice.

"Hello? Spike?" She said, puzzled as to where he was. She knew he helped her when she locked herself out of her house and came to the Library in a rainstorm. He's a good guy, and she wanted to thank him.

Spike thought to himself, "She knows my name. I'm screwed." as he sneaked over to one of the rooms. He didn't recognize his alabaster angel.

She starts humming a separate song that was much slower than the song he was humming as she walks around the Library. She walks right past the room he was hiding in, and he didn't even notice her. He waited, and eventually she entered the room he was in. He still didn't notice her, of course, only seeing her legs while he was inside the cabinet. She stepped in a tight circle for a moment, before looking in the cabinet he was in.

"Ah, there you are!" Rarity says, seeing the small purple and green dragon cowering with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes and saw the blue eyes and purple mane of his crush. His heart skips a beat when he realizes he slept with her, and he starts scooting backwards into the dark recessses of the cabinet. She giggles and says, "Well, stay in there, then. I'm going to take a hot bath." She turns and starts to walk out, before turning around and saying, "Oh, and thank you." She left the room and walked down the hallway, trying each room to see if it was a bathing chamber.

Spike was slightly calmed down by the fact that she just wanted to thank him. He got out of the cabinet and walked to the couch. His thoughts first turned to how he came to be in this situation, then as to why the hell he didn't ask who the pony was. Then he started daydreaming, thinking about the alabaster mare taking a bath. He felt a slight tenseness in his stomach, and then a throbbing in his left thigh. He was starting fantasize about her, which he definately would NOT do while she was here. But still he imagined her mane, her beautiful eyes, her slender, beautiful body, and then her long legs...

Rarity had found the bath, and was getting in the steaming water. She was glad to feel the warmth flow through her like a wave of pleasure. She started to relax, and also started to daydream. She thought of the small dragon who seemed to care about her more than life itself. "It's just a childish fascination with you, darling." She thought, which she believed... but somehow it felt as if it were more than that, maybe a passion that would never be quenched... and maybe she felt it too. She thought about what it would be like to kiss him on the lips, maybe kiss him with her toungue, maybe allow him to touch her... she kept imagining this as she slid her left forehoof down her side to her privates, rubbing herself somewhat slowly so as not to cause the the water to splash and attract his attention. She kept rubbing herself until she climaxed. Her orgasm was followed by the hushed name, "Spike." and a rush of blood went to her head as she nearly fainted from the sheer... FERAL nature of it.

She snapped out of her daydream when she heard Spike's footsteps pattering down the hallway. She realized what she had done and felt ashamed at herself.. She heard a tap at the door, and asks, "Yes?"

"Rarity, I have something to tell you." Spike says, blushing.

"Well, tell me then." Rarity says, shifting herself towards the door.

"I... I love you." Spike says, instantly regretting that he had said it.

Rarity was dumbfounded. She always suspected it, but had never really expected him to tell her. She realized that she felt similarly. She says, without thinking, "Then prove it."

"What?"

"Come in here and prove it. I don't mind." The door slowly starts to open.