NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Everypony in Ponyville knows that Spike the dragon has a ginormous crush on the most elegant and marshmallow-resembling mare in town. Even Rarity herself figured it out. However, many underestimate just how strong Spike's feelings are. The thought of her and a stallion together sickened Spike to his very core; he just couldn't let such a thing happen. Fortunately for him, he had never seen Rarity in a relationship or even heard of her having a date. Because of this he slept well every night and had no worries during the day.
Today was no different; Spike awoke, hid his Rarity doll under his blanket, and hopped out of bed. As he rose to his feet, his arms stretched far apart and he let out a large yawn. He rubbed his face in an attempt to banish his morning weariness. His face felt crusty and dirt-covered so he quickly walked to the bathroom to freshen up. When he emerged there was a strange noise, like somepony was in the throne room. He tried to listen but all he was able to make out was mumbling, and the occasional giggle. However, he could confirm that there were two voices. Spike quickly looked at the closest clock he could find. "Seven o'clock," he read aloud, "That's seems early for company, even for us."
Out of curiosity, Spike started to make his way to the throne room, instead of the library where he usually starts his morning chores. As he walked, the voices grew louder and clearer until he could completely understand what was being said. "You must be pretty excited," one voice said.
"Twilight? Who's she talking to?" Spike asked himself.
"Oh Twilight, you haven't the slightest idea!"
"Huh? Is that...?" Spike's footsteps quickened until he finally turned the corner into the throne room. There, his suspicions were confirmed. There sat the organized book-pony, Twilight, and.... Spike's eyes widened and his legs gave way, just like every other time he gave witness to the beautiful, the elegant, the smart, and the trustworthy....Rarity.
He stood at the far end of the room, the ponies had not seemed to noticed him yet. Before approaching, Spike took a quick glance at himself, "Scales seem to be in order, eyes free of any morning gunk, breath as fresh as can be." He was ready.
He began his journey to her, his love, his everything. Soon enough his footsteps were heard and Twilight and Rarity both turned their heads. "Well look who's up," Twilight said in a joking tone. The comment didn't reach Spike's ears, he was too mesmerized.
"Look at the way she smiles; those eyes, that hair, it's all perfect!" Spike thought, his mind running wild. He eventually made his way to her and stood by the side of her throne, "Good morning Rarity."
Rarity smiled at the young dragon, "Why, good morning, Spiky."
"So what are you doing here? I-I mean it's not like I don't want you here. I mean you're always welcome here anytime, day or night. I-I mean...uh," Spike began to sweat and was talking faster than he had ever before.
Twilight gave Spike a stern look, "Spike, down," she commanded. The dragon lowered his smile and glared at Twilight with an irritated expression. Rarity giggled as Spike slowly walked to Twilight's side. "Rarity and I were just talking about something."
Spike's curiosity got the better of him, "What was it?"
Twilight looked to Rarity nervously, "Um...it was-"
"Nothing you need worry yourself with, Spiky," Rarity interrupted.
Spike was once again taken in by Rarity's charm, "Oh, okay," he mindlessly said.
"Now don't you have something you should be doing?"
Spike followed every word that came out of her perfect mouth, "Yes mam." Spike obeyed Rarity with every inch of his body and left to complete his chores. The two ponies stayed in the throne room and continued to talk and laugh.
The day began to pass but Spike finally finished cleaning the castle. He wiped his brow, put away his broom and apron, and rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the rest of the day. "What to do now?" he asked himself. "I know!" So Spike ran to the front doors and quickly pushed them open. The cool breeze soothed his tired body. He felt anxious to start his day.
And what better way for Spike to start his day than to go and see Rarity! So off he ran, twisting and turning street corners until he finally had Carousel Boutique in his sights. His face lit up and a large smile lay spread across his face. He zoomed to the front door and knocked, swaying back and forth with joy. He could hear hoof steps coming towards him.
Finally the knob turned, Spike's eyes widened. "Rarity?!" But to his surprise and disappointment, the pony on the other end when the door swung open was a small white filly with a pink and light purple mane.
"Oh, hi Spike,"Sweetie Belle smiled. Spike's eyes returned to their natural state and his perked ears slightly dropped.
"Oh," he said with a low voice, "it's you."
Sweetie Belle turned her head and smirked, "Yeah, it's me."
"Is Rarity home?"
Sweetie Belle put her hoof on her chin and thought, "No, she said she had to go into town to get some things so she would be ready for tonight."
Spike's ears shot back up "tonight? What's tonight? She didn't say anything to me, and I know it's not her birthday." He wondered what was so important that she would run to get ready without even telling her favorite dragon and obvious lifelong love. "Where is she now?"
"I don't know. But she said not to let any pony bother her."
"What? She doesn't want to be bothered. Even by me! She always loves when I visit her." Spike had to know what was going on. But what was he to do? She didn't want any visitors. "Think. Think!" But then he got an idea: "Twilight! Her and Rarity were talking this morning. She's got to know what's going on."
So Spike quickly said goodbye to Sweetie Belle and ran home to interrogate his book-pony caretaker. He sprinted, running as fast as his tiny legs would let him. When he reached the castle he burst through the doors, "Twilight?"
"In here," said a faint voice in the distance.
Spike began to run once more, but then he remembered something. "Wait a minute. 'Rarity and I were just talking about something. Um...it was....' " Spike had remembered this morning and knew Twilight would not give up the info willingly. "I'm gonna have to trick her." Spike slowed to a nonchalant pace to throw off any suspicions Twilight may have. When he reached Twilight's room, he peaked in to find that she was sitting at her desk, reading (as usual). "Yes! This is perfect! She's always distracted when she's studying." He slowly approached her, "Uh, Twilight?"
"Hello Spike," she didn't look up.
He continued to advance, "So...what's that you're reading?"
"Just some old accounts from Starswirl's personal collection!" her voice was full of wonder and excitement.
"Haven't you already read those?"
"Only five or six times. So?"
"So what?"
"Did you need something?"
Now was his chance; time to go for the kill. "Not really, I was just wondering what you thought about king Miloe's final journal entries." All that time spent cleaning and sorting Twilight's library wasn't a complete waste of time.
"Spike, anypony could easily see that during his final years, King Miloe of the eastern zebra villages was in a constant struggle to maintain the stability of his lands."
"Of course, of course. By the way do you know where Rarity went?"
"Oh, she's getting ready for her date tonight. Now, when King Miloe mentions the neighboring kingdom to the west it seems as though he- uh....Spike?"
Twilight turned and saw Spike shaking where he stood. His eyes were larger than they had ever been before, his ears were flat against his head, and his jaw was on the ground. Twilight quickly realized what she had done and slammed her hoof to her face, "Uh-oh."
Spiked threw his arms into the air, "NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
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"Spike! Spike! Calm down, it's not the end of the world." Spike continued to scream to the heavens, shaking the very foundations of the castle. "Oh for Celestia's sake," she stood up and forced shut Spike's mouth with her glowing horn. "Spike, breathe."
The young dragon nodded and lowered his arms. Twilight's magic disappeared and Spike gasped open his mouth, inhaling and exhaling as fast as he could, "A......date! W-With......who?"
"Oh no, i'm not telling you any more. You've already heard too much."
Spike ran to the pony's side, clutching her foreleg, "Please, Twilight, you have to tell me."
"No, Spike. It's none of your business."
"Of course it is! What if...What if this guy is secretly some evil villain plotting to take advantage of Rarity and conquer all of Equestria!"
She raised and eyebrow, "Oh, that's why your concerned? For the good of Equestria?"
"Absolutely! I can't just sit by while that fiend threatens our world."
"Spike, I'm not going to tell you his name so stop asking," Twilight rolled her eyes.
Spike Threw his arms down, "Fine, then I will have to uncover this secret myself."
"Oh, no you don't," Twilight put up a barrier of magic, blocking Spike's path through the door. "You're not going to do anything to jeopardize Rarity's date. You are going to stay here where I can keep an eye on you."
Spike began to sweat, he couldn't let a stallion anywhere near his beloved marshmallow goddess. He had to find a way out of this castle and stop Rarity from making the biggest mistake of her life. He looked around nervously, stressing his brain for even the smallest of ideas until....bingo.
Spike crossed his arms and tapped his foot in frustration, tricking the gullible book horse into thinking he had accepted his cruel and undeserved fate. Twilight nodded with a raised brow and began to turn back to her book. Suddenly the dastardly clever dragon crept to one of the nearby bookshelves and snatched a book, hiding it behind his back. "Hey, Twilight," he called; the rumble of an evil laugh erupting within his throat.
"What is it, Spike?" she did not turn her attention.
"I think one of your books is missing."
Twilight smacked her book closed with such force as to crack the very earth beneath her hooves, "What did you say!!!" She zoomed from her position to where Spike was pointing. Her eyes gazed upon the empty spot among the many tomes and it sent several knives into her heart. "No! No NoNoNoNoNoNo! It can't be!" She flung her head up, down, left, and right, looking for her missing treasure, but it was nowhere to be seen. Twilight began to panic and Conjured up a paper bag for her hyperventilating. She was about to totally lose it when she glanced to the ground. "Huh?" she discarded her bag and took a closer look. "Aha!" It was what she sought, her missing book. "Phew, that was a close one. Right, Spike?" She Turned to hear her dragon companion's response but he was nowhere to be seen. "Spike?...Sp- Oh....Crap."
"I can't believe that worked!" Spike sprinted away from the castle. "Now, I need answers." Spike had to think on the run, "Who would know his name? The rest of Twilight's friends would probably keep the secret pretty tight...What about...Yes! That could work!" Spike knew what he had to do, It would cost him, but it had to be done. So, he ran back to the source: Carousel boutique. He stopped and took a moment to catch his breath before knocking on the door once again.
And once again, Sweetie Belle answered him. "Back again? I already told you Rarity's not here."
"I know; actually I came here to see you."
Sweetie Belle Turned her head to the side slightly and Squinted her eyes, "Me?"
"Yes," he leaned closer and waved the young filly to do the same, "How well can you find out a secret?"
Sweetie chuckled, "Depends...how much is it worth to you," she outstretched a hoof. Spike rolled his eyes.
It was a well known fact among those of the younger crowd that Sweetie belle was secretly a gold mine of gossip. She could find out anything you needed to know, for a price that is. Spike offered every cent he had managed to save; any price was worth it to save his beloved purple-haired mistress, to one day revel in her curley locks of beauty and touch her perfect soft lips to his.
Sweetie Belle heard his offer, "Hmmm; it's less than my usual fare...but I'll give you a friend discount. Just this once, though." Spike's eyes lit up and he jumped into the air with joy. Sweetie Belle looked left and right, "What's the job?"
"You sister is going on a date tonight. I need to know the stallion's name, where he lives, and where the date is being held. Can you do all that?"
She smiled, "Spike, the question is not if I can do it, It's only a matter of how long it will take." The young love-struck dragon liked the sound of that! Sweetie Belle thought it over for a minute or two, "Meet me behind sugarcube corner at six o'clock sharp. If you miss the meet up, you get nothing and no refunds." The filly appeared to be even more of an experienced business mare than expected.
Spike nodded, "I'll be there, don't worry." Sweetie Belle nodded back and shut the door to the boutique. Now all that was left to do was wait...and stay clear of an angry Twilight.
When the clock struck six, Spike was ready at the rendezvous; pacing back and forth in anticipation. Any minute now he would have the name of the enemy he is destined to face down, the face he is destined to compete with. Soon enough, Sweetie Belle arrived, disguised in a trench coat and hat as to hide her face. She approached Spike, "You got the money?" she whispered.
"Yeah," Spike handed over a small sack of his life savings and watched as the filly counted it. "So?"
Sweetie tied the bag up and placed it under her coat. "The guy goes by the name..." Spike inched closer, rubbing his claws together. "Feather Fabrics, not sure if it's his real name or not but he lives out of town and seems to be a pretty proper fella. There date is at eight tonight. They plan on going to dinner at the nicest restaurant in town, taking a walk by sweet apple acres, then going back to the boutique. That's your window."
And so, there it was. Spike's brow creased with determination, a plan already forming in his mind; the perfect plan to make Rarity see just what a huge mistake she has made. The path was clear, and the target would soon regret crossing this reptile. "Feather Fabrics," Spike whispered to himself. His enemy, his prey. He had two hours to prepare; there was no time to waste.
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