My Mistress Twilight

Shaking off your confusion you walk into the kitchen and see Spike puttering around, whistling a jaunty tune. He seemed so, so content that you didn't want to interrupt, so you don't, instead you sit and study him fully. He is of small stature, barely reaching your chin. His scales are a deep purple, a color that in itself was magnificent, but coupled with the lime green and emerald scales that adorned his torso it was almost hypnotic.

"Hey, umm are you okay?"

"GWAH!!" You fall back, startled as Spikes eyes peered at you from a very uncomfortably close distance. "Holy crap! Please never do that! I almost shi- err..... pooped myself."

The little drake looks confused for a moment then bursts into laughter. "Well, if you hated that, then you are gonna dislike Pinkie, she is like that all the time...." The rest of his sentances are cut off as he laughs again.

"Yeah......So need any help? I mean, I don't really know much but I can try." You look away and kick the floor gently with a forehoof.

Spike looks at you through narrowed eyes and scratches his chin with a claw. "Well you can be the taste tester, I can never get the flavors to blend right because my taste buds are different."

"SQUEE!" The noise that accompanied your smile startles you. "What....the....heck....was that!?" You spin around looking for the sounds origin. Spike laughs as you turn, your head lolling about in quite a comedic fashon.

"Come here," Spike says, grabbing your collar and dragging you to the stove. "Open." You open your mouth and allow him to deposit a spoon filled to the brim with a steaming orange liquid in your mouth.

"What in gods name is this wonderous food! This is fit for royalty!" Your eyes water in delight as the wonderous liquid worked its magic on your tongue. "I have absolutely no idea what this is but it is THE BEST thing I have ever had the pleasure, nay the honor of tasting!"

"It's just simple carrot stew," he replies bashfully. "It isn't anything special...." He looks down and scuffs the floor with his foot.

You grab his shoulders and gently shake him. "Simpleor not, this is the best thing I hanve ever had the plasure to taste!" He looks at you with a frown, trying to discern wheather or not to beleive you, and finding no hint of a lie he smiles a bit.

"Thanks." A comfortable silence settles over the two of you as he keeps working.

"Hey, umm feel free not to answer, but do you eat meat?" Your voice is quiet when you see him freeze at your question.

"No it's just that you're a dragon and they ea-" You slap a hoof over your mouth. "I'm sorry that was really insensative of me," you whisper.

"N-no, it wasnt like you were trying to be rude. But to answer your question I am vegitarian. All I eat is fruits veggies gems and hay fries..." His voice was quiet and subdued.

Feeling bad you walk to him and give him a hug. "It's okay to be a vegitarian little guy. It is what makes you different and unique, and don't let anyone tell you different." He smiles and hugs you back.

"Awww, that's sweet." You both spring apart as Twilights voice comes from the doorway. "Oh, don't stop on my account." Her face is twisted into a grin, and her eyes twinkled with mirth.

"Ab-abut...Ummmm..." You find yourself tongue tied and llok at the floor.

"Spike, keep cooking plese, and you," she gestures at you with a hoof. "Follow me."

"Yes Ma'am." You follow her out of the room and she leads you to the front room.

"What the hell were you doing?"

"Umm.....W-what do you mean?"

"I swear to Celestia I will kill you if you harm one scale on his head. Got that Bozo!?" She steps to you with each word, her voice low and dripping with venom.

"I-I swear I would never hurt a child! What I did was pure instinct! I couldnt let him sit there all sad, please beleive me....." Your ears droop and you pres your belly against the floor, making you look smaller than you really are.

After a moment she snorts in disgust. "Fine, but remember what I said....One scale and you're done for. Capiche'?"

You nod dumbly and lay there shivering as she walks out of the room.

God she scares me...

Dinner was a tense event. Your eyes never leave your plate and you feel Twilight staring at you. Spike just ate, jabbering on and on aimlessly filling the silence, unaware to the tension in the room.

"So Twilight. How are you going to tell the rest of the group about our 'guest'?" Spike asks.

"Well that is a great question....." Twilights voice takes a thoughtful tone. "We could always have a sleep over and have him help out with that..... No..."

"Ummm...Do they really need to bugged with something so small? It isn't really that important, is it Mistress?" Your voice is near silent, but she hears you somehow.

"I will determine what is and is not important reguarding you!" She snaps harshly. "But you are correct nonetheless. They should not be botheres with something this trivial, but they will eventually know."

You nod listlessly and return to your food.......

Twilight has you clean the dishes after dinner and leans against the door watching you struggle to do this simple task. It is humiliating, you are too clumsy in your body to even grasp a bowl. Eventiually your frustrations peak and you whirl on Twilight, who was laughing at you.

"Listen here you bitch." Her eyebrows raise but she stops laughing and looks at you seriously. "This is fucking bullshit okay? You won't even offer to help, I don't give a damn if you 'own' me, this is cruel and unusual punnishment!" You flop onto your haunches and sigh.

"You done?" Her voice is bored. You nod slowly. "Good, now get your sorry ass up and get to the sink."

She then instructs you on how to wash the dishes in a simple manner. Once she was sure you understood she turned to leave. "Oh, and if you ever speak to me in such a manner ever again you will regret it. I am letting it slide this time because I know how you feel, but do not test me again."

"Yes Ma'am, I apoligize. I simply let my amger get the best of me." You reply. She nods and continues to walk out of the room. And you find yourself staring at her as she does so, entransed by the way her hinquarters shook and swayed. She finnaly makes it out of the room and you stare after her dumbly forgetting about the pile of dishes in the sink.

Dat ass!