Spike jogged along the icy sidewalks of Ponyville proper. It had been unusually cold week due to an overflow of snow clouds blocking the sun. Granted this didn't bother the drake, after all he swam in lava on occasion and even hiked near the Crystal Empire for fun. Sadly his marefriend didn't share his joys, she'd rather curl up into a ball and watch the fire crackle with a steaming cup of hot chocolate wrapped in her fingers.

His breath was calm and controlled, he moved forward with a brisk feeling in his heart. Ponyville had grown in the recent years, thanks to seven national heroes living there, granted now a days very few came for them. The street from the Castle to carousel boutique was lined with shops of all manner of retail, from a tea shop owned by a demonic spirit to flower shops owned by a trio of sisters. As Spike made his way to his lover's home, a single image caught his eye. The flowers were pink, they had pedals blooming out from it's stem. The center most were darker, almost red but not quite.

Middlemist Red, the forgotten flower...

Spike knew the flower well, very well in fact. It was only every found in the Canterlot Gardens, it had a very big and regal reputation. The rarest flower in Equestria by some accounts, only found in tiny pockets around the world in the wealthiest of families. He had only seen it in Canterlot in the royal gardens. Spike pressed his face against the glass, his knew of the value of such a plant.

After nearly kicking down the glass door to the shop, Spike shot the florist into the air as he thundered into the building. The mare peaked her head over the counter of the shop, her glasses rattling ever so slightly as she looked at who entered her shop. She was a small woman, slender frame built for delicate work.

"Those flowers there." Spike pointed towards very large bouquet of pink flowers. He had spied the price from the window, only 50 bits for such a large bouquet of flowers, nothing for one of such a rare breed.

"H-how much d-do you wa-want them f-for?" Asked the florist shakily as she slow rose to her full height, straightening out her clothes, her eyes transfixed on him. Spike smiled, he had more than enough for the flowers. Even with how much he was going to propose, it was going to be worth it.

"I can do 10,000 bits, no higher nor lower. I must have those flowers tonight." Spike pulled out his cheque book and wrote the number down, he filled out the fields with only a few strokes of his pen and tore the paper off the pad. He handed it to the florist who only stood there petrified. She made no moved to reach for the cheque, Spike simply placed it on the counter and walked over to the flowers. One the knee high window shelf the display vase was resting on, the massive bouquet was nearly as tall as a two metre tall dragon and only stopping short of his jawline.

He cupped one of the small flowers and smelled deeply. Instantly his nose was assaulted by the familiar and nearly forgotten smell of Middlemist Red. He pulled the flowers out of vase holding them, a small bit of water dripping out from their stems. He turned around to find the florist still standing there, this time holding the cheque and staring blankly at the tiny piece of paper in her hands, she knew full well the Captain of the Royal Guard could afford it. He reached over the counter and pulled forth a large but manageable wrapping cloth from the rack, picking a dark green and wrapped it around the stems of the flowers, forming a proper bouquet.

Spike turned and walked towards the door, kicking it open with his boot and moving out into the nipping cold, he turned to the florist one last time. "Thank you for the flowers." As the door to her shop slowly closed, only one thing course through her mind 'Why did he buy grandma's flowers for so much...?'

Spike walked home at a brisk pace, he didn't want to damage the flowers from either the cold or his running, so a large stride was going to have to suffice. He spied the carousel in the distance, but something was off. There was a van parked out front. Rarity drove a hybrid and Sweetie walked everywhere. Who's van was out in front of his house? Not jumping to any conclusions, he simply kept on walking. Ideas streamed into his head, from vivid images of Rarity with another stallion to ones of her having a schoolyard friend over for tea. Nothing was out of the question in the very back of his mind, he tried to ignore his thoughts and avoid being to rash and thinking of the worst.

He walked up the steps of the carousel, not even bothering to knock. Twisting the handle, he found it lock. He leaned over and pull out the '1' in the housing number for the carousel and pulled out the small brass key that was held in the form fitting foam, pushing the '1' back into it's place, he jabbed the key into it's hole and cranked it violently 'She never locks the door before 10, even if she doesn't know when I'm coming over'.

Spike strode into the entrance, kicking off his boots and walking directly into the kitchen, supper was done and half eaten, a pair of meatloaf stained plates were in the sink. Spike ignored them and pulled out one of the many vases that litter the back of the kitchen and placed the flowers into it. He ran the sink and filled a cup of water.

He placed the glass on the table and watched it for a moment. He felt the floor move beneath him slightly so he made a test with the glass, it was rocking back and forth just enough to make tiny rings appear on the surface of the water 'Okay, third red flag, but play it cool. Might just be her moving something upstairs. No biggy'. Spike picked up the glass and poured it into the vase and walked out of the kitchen. He stood in the entrance. tapping his foot and trying to think of possible reason for the three events. Nothing positive or uplifting came to mind, and that made him worry.

"Okay, okay. I can deal with this, it'll be fine. Just go up there, ask her to come down, and once she sees the flowers she'll freak". Spike's personal pep talk worked as well as they did for his little league team, doing little to put him at ease, if anything it made him feel a little more queasy that before. He glanced up the stairs, her- their room would be at the hall, next to the bathroom and above the kitchen. With a deep breath, Spike made his first move up the stairs. His feet made little noise hitting the carpeted steps.

Once his foot hit the second floor, his ear picked up faint giggles. A hunk of ice formed in the pit of his stomach, but he knew he needed to see her to believe it. With each step the giggles grew louder, then they stopped.

"Rarity, I am going go to the bathroom for just a moment, you wait right there. Just like that, looking beautiful and sexy..." The voice was refined, regal almost, but very foreign to him. He drew out the last word, adding to the mass of ice in Spike's gut. With a quick side step, Spike backed into the guest room silently. The unknown stallions clumped down the hall and made a quick right, into the bathroom. A fire formed in his chest, at first it was a small spark, so he ignored it. He turned the corner and walked past the bathroom door, the stallion just beginning his work.

His body was toned from the glimpse Spike had caught, pale yellow mane and a tan hide. He was a head shorter than Spike, but that didn't mean much since Spike towered over even Big Mac, be it only by a little in his case. Spike walked into the bedroom, his heart pounding and the fire building.

There sat Rarity. She looked beautiful, just as the stallion had said. However, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide to reveal her womanly slit. It was spread wide and cum was leaking out, Spike smelt it's musky odor. It was flowing out in globs and dripping onto the bed. Rarity's head was back and her eyes were close, his left hand massaging her breast. She had a smug, satisfied smile spread across her face.

"Fun fuck?" Asked Spike casually, his tone as solid as steel. Rarity jumped at the sound of his voice. She scrambled onto the bed, trying and failing to cover herself as she made her way back.
"S-s-spike... Please... W-what are you doing here this late? This isn't what it l-looks like!" Rarity's voice was cracking and she was trembling. Before Spike could say anything to her, the stallion walked in behind him.

"Rarity, who in tartarus is this drake. What are you doing here sir, explain yourself!" The stallion advanced on Spike, quickly closing the gap between the two. The ice in his stomach melted and turned to steam from the fire in his chest, now a roaring inferno.

"Eprouve, please don't." Once Spike turned to face Eprouve, he noticed how big Spike was. His shoulders were wide, he was a head taller, and he was a dragon. Spike too got an eye full of the stallion, his muscles toned and defined, but not very bulky or built. He was not the product of a hardy life, but one maintained in a gym.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? This is my marefriend. You have ten seconds." Roared Spike as he slowly walked towards Eprouve, attempting to close the gap further. Eprovouve merely took a few measured steps back despite being outclassed by the dragon. Spike glanced down for a quick peak of what Rarity betrayed him over, he was unimpressed. "Wow Rares, you gave me up for that? The magazines not telling the truth? Big isn't actually better?" Asked Spike as he glanced over to Rarity who had covered herself up with her blanket.

"I am Eprouve, and I am asking you to leave." Something snapped in Spike then, the fire in his chest changed from a roaring house fire to an unstoppable wildfire. He grabbed Eprouve by the neck and slammed him into the wall. Knocking with wind out of him. He fell to his knees, grabbing his throat and coughing in pain. Spike grabbed the back of his mane and pulled his face up to look him in the eye.

Eprouve swung a slow punch towards Spike, hitting him in the jaw and knocking him back just enough for Spike to lose his grip on him. Rarity squeaked in fear but remained mostly silent and curled into a even tighter ball, her eyes locked on the two fighters. Spike looked at Eprouve, his eyes meeting his. Spikes's were filled with fire and hatred while Eprouve's were cool and slightly fearful, their owner had taken up a guard stance.

"Want to know something about that window behind you? It leads to the backyard, and her garden." With that Spike charged him, striking him square in the chest, knocking the wind out of him once again. Spike took a step back before slamming his shoulder into his rips, lifting him off the ground, and began charging towards the window, intent on breaking through.

The thin glass shatter in impact of the nearly 200 kilograms of muscle, resulting in the stallions landing in the garden below. The past summer Rarity had Twilight design a special spell to keep plants alive even during winter, and Rarity was always found of roses. Eprouve landed first, dazing him and resulting his back being torn up by rose bush thorns. Spike stood over him, fist balled and eyes filled with fire. "You." Spike spit out, his mouth aglow with internal fire. He reached out and grabbed Eprouve's mane, pulling him up and forcing him to his feet.

Eprouve swung a few punches in an attempt to knock Spike back a second time. "Messed." Spike raised his leg and kicked him in the chest. Eprove's naked form slid through the snow, moving aside some of the snow from the ice on the pool. "With the wrong dragon's marefriend." Spike grabbed the side of Eprouve's and punched him in the jaw once, then again, again, and again. With each hit more and more blood began to splatter all over the ice and snow. With each hit, they became weaker, Spike began pulling his punches. The fire inside him dying. He eventually stopped punching all together and held Eprouve's head in his hands, his eyes half opened and his mouth slowly leaking a small amount of blood.

Spike's breath slowly, the sound faded from the area. All he heard was the sound of Rarity's faint voice, calling his name from above in her room. Spike looked down at his hands, covered in blood. Eprouve was on his face, blood pooling all over the ground.

"Spike..."
"Spike.."

"Spike!" Rarity's voice rang in his ears for a brief moment as he returned to reality. Rarity was covering was dressed in a robe, her hair was a mess and lipstick and makeup was smeared. He was standing over a battered but alive Eprouve, his hand held an ice packet to his face while the other held Rarity's hand. She was scared. Or was it angry. Spike couldn't tell. He couldn't tell anything. He was tired, sore, and his head was pounding like there were a million tiny monkeys with drumsets in his mind. All bashing away at random and screeching as they did so.

"There's... I got you some flowers. Ten thousand bits worth of 'em, I'm sure you know them when you see them. I'm breaking you with you." With that Spike turned and walked towards the door, stopping to face Eprouve. "Be careful with her, Eprouve."
The stallion groaned in response. Rarity made a move to follow Spike but Eprouve reached out for her, pulling her close for words Spike never heard.

Spike stood on the doorstep of carousel, fiddling with the brass key. For once in his life, he felt the bite of the wind as it cut through his jacket and nipped at his hide, the metal key burned in his hands as he fiddled with the block. He pulled the '1' block back out and put the key back inside of it. Eyeing the foam for a moment before pushing it back into the wall.

"Hey, sorry I didn't get here sooner..." Called a voice from the dark. Spike turn to look, finding Sweetie standing next to a bright orange sports car. It's purple windows giving away it's owner without even revealing the vanity plate. Spike looked her over, she was clad in her usual white coat and pink ear muffs.

"How long did you know?" Spike's voice was hollow and it sounded like that of a man who was mere steps away from death's door.

"About a day or so, I was coming over to tell you. When I seen his van I just froze up, had 999 dialed and was ready to call. Then you calmly walked out, not a piece of clothing out of place." Spike remained silent for a moment, looking at the ground in thought. "Gonna stand there until he comes out or you want to roll down to the nearest Burger-shot and get fat before we get drunk?" Asked Sweetie as she opened the door of the car and got in. Spike smiled and took one last look at the place he called home. With a sigh, he walked out to the driveway and stood next to the passenger side door. With a swift tug, he opened the door and got in.

"So Burger-shot?" Asked Sweetie Belle as she fiddled with the keys in her hand, Spike only nodded in response to her question. Sweetie pulled her ear muffs off and started the car. The engine roared to life, giving a powerful and long call as it started.no doubt echoing throughout the neighbourhood.

"What the hell is under that hood?" Asked Spike as he sat up slightly to look at the hood of the car.

"Scoots does like her powerful things, that's a 1000 horsepower engine. We can get up to 320 with this baby." Replied Sweetie as she shifted the car into reverse and flipped it around in one motion.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Asked Spike as he pealed himself off the dash and leaned into his seat. Pulling the belt across his chest. She glanced over to Sweetie who was cracking her neck.

"The Canterlot Underground Race Circuit." Sweetie replied with a coy smile. With that, they were off. Off to get happy fat and happy drunk.

Author's Note

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