Spike gazed out the window of the castle and let out a slow, frustrated sigh. The chores were done, he’d had lunch, he’d made a list of things to do tomorrow exactly the way Twilight liked it. Really, he’d been incredibly productive today. But none of that did anything to bring the girls back sooner.
With all this running off to solve friendship problems business they were doing, Spike was quickly finding that he had a lot of alone time. The cleaning was more difficult than it had been in the tree house, but once he’d figured out how to prioritize, he’d been left with nothing to do. The castle was large, and he’d long ago exhausted all the fun activities, including sliding down the hallway in socks (he’d shredded Twilight’s last pair), dancing like no one was watching, trying to find the best echo spot, and wearing a crown while pretending to be a pony. As entertaining and guilt-inducing as some of these were, they didn’t pass the time quickly enough. And today was the worst yet.
The girls had been gone for three full days now, and he was again getting lonely. It was a habit now, and a feeling he was very well acquainted with. He’d thought of trying to go make friends outside the castle, but without Princess Twilight at his side, most ponies just ignored him or merely gave him an appreciative smile. It was only recently he’d realized it was the same smile ponies gave to Winona or Angel Bunny. It was the smile you give to someone’s pet.
After that, he’d stopped going out.
At least, he comforted himself, Twilight liked him. And Fluttershy, and Applejack, and all the others too. Even Rarity sometimes seemed to show him some affection. But he again wondered if it was just the affection shown to an adorable little pet rather than an actual person. He didn’t have an answer, and the longer he was alone, the more looming the question became.
Spike tapped his claw on the crystal windowsill, listening to the soft clink it made, like he was gently tapping a water glass with a knife. He could almost hear it echo in the emptiness of his tower room, and he felt the vacant space in his stomach deepen. He was alone. In Ponyville, in this castle, in life, he was honestly alone.
Just as he was about to turn back inside to find something, anything to do, a flutter of motion caught his eye.
Spike glanced sharply up to see Twilight, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash all descending towards the front door of the castle. Some vacant spot inside his chest suddenly sprang to life, and a smile arched across his face. If the three of them were here, it meant that they were all on their way home!
With an excited grin still lingering on his lips, Spike raced from his bedroom and down the several flights of stairs to the main foyer. As he reached the bottom of the steps, he heard the massive crystal doors grind open, then shut again. The sounds of female voices filled the room, bouncing from wall to wall with light tones and vibrations of laughter.
It was music to his ears.
“Can you believe how obsessed those florists were?” Rainbow Dash said between hearty laughs.
Fluttershy lightly giggled along.
“Oh I agree,” she said. “I’m just glad we were able to help them see that not every flower needs to be perfect.”
“Exactly,” Twilight said with a nod. “It simply goes to show that just because something isn’t perfect doesn’t mean it doesn’t have value!”
All the others nodded in agreement, smiling in satisfaction at each other. Yep, it seemed like this was another mission well-concluded, and Spike jogged forward to try to share in a little of the glory.
“Welcome back!” he said exuberantly. “I was beginning to wonder when you guys would be home. You wouldn’t believe what-”
“That’s nice Spike,” Twilight said quickly.
She barely looked down at him, even for an instant. She barely did more than reach out and gently pat the top of his head with the flat of one hoof. Spike strained up into her touch, trying to get any attention he could, but she quickly stopped and turned most of her attention back to her friends.
“You’ll have to tell us all about it later,” she went on. “There’s still some stuff we need to wrap up before we can call this over. Just some loose ends before we can relax.”
The others nodded, and Fluttershy smiled at Spike apologetically. Spike smiled back as best he could, but she was quickly again distracted by further conversation with the others. Spike scratched his chin and chewed his lip. Surely, there was some way he could be included in their group fun. All at once, his face lit up and he snapped his claws.
“Well, maybe I can help!”
At last Twilight did look down at him, and gave him a kind, but uncomfortable smile.
“Sorry, not this time Spike, it really needs a pony’s touch. But when I need to write a report to Celestia later, you can help me then, ok?”
Right. When they were alone. When all the fun and bonding was over. When it was just them, a pet and its owner. His shoulders sagged.
“Oh, Okay. Sure Twilight.”
He knew he could offer drinks or snacks, maybe some fresh-squeezed pineapple juice, or offer to carry luggage. But that was all servant work, all service oriented. He’d already gotten the message loud and clear: this isn’t a time for us to have fun together and be friends. Sorry kid.
He was quickly realizing that it was never the time for fun and friendship anymore, at least not for him.
Spike turned his back from the group and trudged away from their sounds of laughter. No one stopped him or called out, and he heard their conversations about the florists continue. It was getting late in the day, so maybe it was a nap time, anything to not just stare at the ceiling and be bored some more. He could check back later to see if he could sit with the others while they decompressed from the trip, but what would be the point? He’d still just be an extra wheel, even if they were polite enough to tell him that he was no bother at all.
As he shut his bedroom door behind him, he heard the silence of the lonely castle fill his room again. Once more, he sighed in resignation at his fate.
Maybe he was meant to be alone. Maybe he was meant to never find companionship or love, at least not among ponies. But to go back to the dragons? That wasn’t going to happen either. Yes, that was what all this must mean. He was destined to be truly, naturally alone.
Spike felt his eyes narrow and he slammed his fist into the center of one outstretched palm.
No! No he couldn’t let that happen. There had to be a way for him to be a part of this community as more than just a pet and an adorable abnormality. He was well-liked in the Crystal Empire, so why not here?
With a nod of determination, he curled up into his bed for a fitful nap. Tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow he would go get some advice from a pony he really trusted. She usually had the answers, and she usually understood how to pursue what you wanted most effectively. Maybe she’d be able to help him find companionship.
Maybe even love.
——
Spike swallowed hard. He was standing outside the door to Zecora’s tree house, and suddenly he was beginning to have second thoughts. What if she laughed at him? What if she dismissed his feelings? Well, he told himself, there was only one way to find out, and the alternative was loneliness forever. Was that really what he wanted?
Spike balled up his claws and gave a solid wrap on the thick wood door. From inside he heard the clop of hooves, then a low-pitched, friendly voice.
“The door’s unlocked, should you decide that you would like to come inside.”
That was Zecora alright. Spike took one long deep breath, and pushed the door to her home open.
Zecora’s home was immaculately cleaned, and in the center of her room, she was mixing a large iron pot of who knows what. As he entered, she looked up at him, then put down the large wooden spoon in her teeth and turned to smile at him.
“Why it’s little Spike, a welcome sight! Tell me, where is our dear friend Twilight?”
Even now, he could see that he was nothing more to her than an accessory to Princess Twilight. He tried to push the thought from his mind and offered his own friendly smile.
“Hey Zecora, it’s just me today. I was wondering if you could…help me with something.”
Her smile never wavered.
“Of course little one, I’m here for you. What are your troubles, and what can I do?”
Spike suddenly realized how dumb this all would sound. How childish he might seem. But no, he had to say something or he’d just suffer in silence, and he was done doing that now.
“Well…you see,” he said, hating how shaky his voice sounded. “I’ve been noticing how alone I am. No other dragons and stuff. And Twilight and the girls have been so busy doing things that really need pony attention. So I get left out a lot and…I guess. Well I guess I really just want to find a little love of my own, have more than just casual friends and stuff. Either a girlfriend or maybe just someone to be my best friend who’s always there for me. Someone who makes me a priority. Does that make sense?”
Zecora thought about it for a moment, then nodded knowingly.
“I think I see the trouble here, that you need to find someone who holds you dear. When those around you make you feel unknown, it can seem that you are truly alone. So you seek one with whom you can truly connect. Tell me, does it seem that I have all that correct?”
Spike nodded vigorously.
“Yes, exactly. And I know you make all sorts of spells and potions and magical mystical weird stuff, so, I was wondering…”
Now came the stupid part, but it had to be said. Spike cleared his throat.
“D-do you think you have something that could…get people to like me more?”
The zebra witchdoctor blinked down at him, now looking a little confused or shocked. Spike quickly continued before she had a chance to speak.
“I mean, I think I’m an ok guy, and I’ll do my best to be a good friend and boyfriend. But…I don’t even know how to look for the one that would be right for me. I don’t know if they’re a pony or a dragon or…something else, and I really don’t care about that. I just want to give off this aura of being interesting, charming, and really drawing attention from potential mates. Do you…have anything that can make the people who would be right for me notice me?”
Zecora regarded him for a quiet few seconds, then he saw her shoulders rise and fall in a sigh, and she glanced away.
“Spike, I don’t think this is really what you wish to seek,” she said, then gestured towards a small wooden bench, barely big enough for two, in the corner of her home. “Come, let’s sit down over here and speak.”
He followed her and the two sat down next to each other. Zecora was silent for a while longer, and Spike was left to fidget his feet while he waited to see what she’d say. He could tell just from her posture that the outlook wasn’t good.
“You see,” she began at last, slowly, like she was thinking out each word carefully. “When finding someone to give your heart, magic and potions should not play a part. Much of it’s luck, but you also might be, just missing out on giving yourself opportunity. Go to places you like to be, do things you’re good at for all to see. Put yourself out there both day and night, and eventually you’ll find your Mrs. Right.”
“I’ve tried!” Spike blurted out. He was surprised at how desperate his voice sounded, and how close to tears. “I’ve gone out, I’ve tried to talk to ponies, but I’m just little Spike. Rarity doesn’t want me, so I’ve pretty much given up on that. All the other ponies just think of me as Twilight’s weird little dragon. I don’t get over to the Crystal Empire enough to make any lasting connections, and what I like to do? I like to CLEAN! You don’t meet anyone doing that! I don’t sing, I’m not athletic, I’m not tall or suave. It’s just…”
Spike dropped his head into his claws and sighed. He sniffed back any sobs that threatened to leak out and tried to steady his tone one more time.
“I just want people to notice me more. Then maybe, just maybe, someone who’s right for me might give me the time of day. I’ll gladly do the rest myself.”
As he fell back to silence, Spike suddenly felt the soft pressure of a hoof on his shoulder. Spike raised his head a little and, through bleary eyes, saw Zecora looking down at him. Even through the water trying to run from the corners of his eyes, he could see that she was smiling.
“I don’t condone magic to find love, it’s true,” she said slowly. “But I think I have something that will be of use to you.”
With that, she stood up and went to a small chest in the corner of the room. Spike watched as she opened it and began to rummage through the contents, many of which looked like small vials, bottles, and boxes. After a little while, She straightened up with a small curvy-shaped bottle in her teeth. She trotted back over to him, then dropped the bottle into his outstretched waiting claws.
“What you have there is oil of Seeme Flower,” she said. “And that oil has wonderful and specific power. A few drops rubbed onto your face each day, and you’ll be noticed by most ponies who pass your way. You see, the flower doesn’t cause love or lust, just a certain soft chemical smell like musk. That smell is not nasty or foul or bad, it won’t make ponies disgusted or mad. But it reacts in their noses and makes them see, that you’re around, wherever you might be. You must do the rest, but with this magical fume, I suspect your popularity will grow and bloom.”
Spike looked down at the little bottle, his eyes wide, and he began to grin a little. The smile grew, and soon it was uncontrollable.
“What you’re saying,” he said slowly, “is that if I wear this perfume every day, ponies will see me and thing I’m interesting to look at? That just my existence will be enough to draw attention?”
She nodded, and he shot up from the little bench to grasp her neck in a tight, thankful hug.
“Oh thank you Zecora!” he cried. “I don’t know how to repay you! Once I’m in the spotlight, I’m sure to make new friends and maybe even find someone special!”
She patted him on the back with one hoof, then he pulled away from her and scampered to the door. Tomorrow everything would be different for him! Tomorrow he could just put this on and then…
“One moment please, before you go,” he heard her call from behind him. “There is an important warning you must know.”
He turned, not liking how darkly her words resonated in the small treehouse. She was looking at him gravely, and he couldn’t help but gulp and freeze in his little dragon tracks. She raised a hoof, and he followed its motion with his gaze.
“I told you a few drops, so let me clear, using more than two could be severe. Having attention is all well and good, but when someone likes you more than they should, you may quickly find it’s too much to bear, and ponies may do more than just stare. So heed my words and you will be okay, just do not forget what I say. More than two drops will have results unplanned. I just want you to be safe, do you understand?”
Spike drank in her every word, then slowly nodded. Zecora smiled, then gave him a little wink and gestured back to the door.
“Then that is all, I’ll say no more, except that I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
The smile resurfaced on Spike’s face, and he nodded vigorously in acknowledgment and thanks. Then, he sprang to the door to race through the forest home. For the first time in a long while, Spike was looking forward to the coming day.
——
The day was starting like any other, but Spike knew that as of today everything was going to be different to him. As he rose from his small bed with the sun, before Twilight or the others would be awake, he cast his gaze upon the little bottle of magical Seeme oil on his bedside table. In that bottle was the answers he was seeking. And this was his day to seize, with its help.
With an almost shaking claw, he reached out and lifted the bottle, then pulled the cork out with a quiet and satisfying pop. An aroma of earth, stone, and freshly cut grass rose to his nostrils, both relaxing and somehow intoxicating. It was like he couldn’t keep his eyes off the bottle, and he realized, suddenly, that this is exactly what ponies would think of him soon.
Hope swelled in his chest as he put a claw tip to the bottle’s top, then turned it sideways so that a single drop of the liquid could drip out. As the fluid hit his flesh, he could feel it tingling with magical force. Swiftly, he rubbed it onto his face, then poured a second drop and rubbed that in too. Only two drops, as Zecora had instructed him. He was about to put the bottle down when something stopped him.
That something was the narrator. You see, the narrator doesn’t like Spike and doesn’t think he deserves to have nice things. The narrator also wants to see him suffer, and is known for horrible outcomes, silliness, violence, and laughter at the expense of others. Especially at the expense of sad-sack little dragons. The narrator is not used to seeing Spike as an in depth character, and at this point couldn’t take it anymore. Spike was always making stupid decisions, so why should this moment be any different, right? This is a Spike story, as promised, but the narrator never said they were going to play nice. They never play nice.
Spike again lifted the bottle, compelled by forces he couldn’t understand or even begin to fathom. He examined the bottle closely, and some important warning about not using too much seemed to fade from his mind.
Surely a few more drops couldn’t hurt.
With a generous attitude, he splashed out a small handful, then massaged it aggressively into his face. If two drops made ponies interested in his presence, a whole handful would make him positively irresistible!
With that done, he smiled cheerfully and swung open the door to his tower room. All of a sudden, he felt like going into town to test the power of this oil. He wanted to know what it was like to walk down the street and have ponies stop to stare in awe and fascination. Finally, he wouldn’t be just a pet or an oddity to be ignored when he wasn’t with a princess. He was going to matter. He was going to make friends and meet some pony special, he was sure of it!
As he shut the door behind him, both he and the narrator began to feel significantly better about life.
——
As he made his first footstep out of the castle and into the Ponyville streets, Spike began to notice that things were different almost instantly. The sun seemed to shine brighter, the air seemed to smell sweeter, and he felt a blossoming confidence because with every move he made, ever step he took, Ponies were watching.
Lyra and BonBon has been gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes, but the moment he’d gotten near, both their heads had snapped up and their eyes had trained sharply on his figure. Their eyes had widened, and they’d begun to smile absentmindedly, just at his presence. Spike even felt like pressing his luck, and gave them a quick nod and snap-point.
“Good morning ladies,” he said in the most suave voice he could manage.
Lyra giggled, and not out of pity, and he thought he even saw BonBon swoon a little at his words. Zecora was right, this Seeme stuff really worked!
Next was Golden Harvest, and he didn’t even have to say anything to her to make him swoon. She simply looked down at him, smiled, and sunk back against the outside wall of her cabin with a happy sigh. Spike gave her a polite nod, and she clasped her hooves to her chest then gave him fervent wave in return. As he passed by, he heard her make a little whine of pleasure, almost romantic in nature. Zecora had said that it wasn’t a love oil or anything, but if that was somehow a side effect after all, Spike certainly wasn’t going to complain.
He was practically marching with pride after the first block he’d traveled. All these ponies looking at him, and none of them glancing away like he was obscene to view! It was a dream come true! It was only after another few blocks before he started to notice the sounds of hoofbeats following behind him. He turned, and what he saw stopped him dead in his tracks.
Following behind him, a parade of ponies were all marching just like him. BonBon, Lyra, Golden Harvest, they were all more! He also spotted Mrs. Cake and…Mr. Cake? Yes, there were in fact male ponies too! Well, that was a little odd, but he could always use guy friends too, even if he didn’t swing that way. Nothing to be concerned about really, and he’d had a parade in his honor before once in the Crystal Empire. Really, it was flattering.
Spike raised one claw in a wave and put on his most regal-feeling smile. The crowd before him erupted in cheers and applause, and they surged forward a little, reaching out their hooves towards him in mock worship. There was a certain hunger in their eyes, he noted, a desperation. Their pupils were dilated, their mouths open, their cheeks flushed. It was like they simply had to have him.
Okay, maybe this was a little much after all, Spike thought to himself.
He took a step back, but they simply stepped forward in response. Another step back, and they came again nearer, clamoring for his attention and touch. It was only then that Spike felt a sinking in his chest, and he heard the voice of a Zebra echoing in his thoughts:
“I told you a few drops, so let me clear, using more than two could be severe.”
Well, this certainly seemed to be getting severe, too severe for his likes! This wasn’t what he had wanted, was it? He swallowed hard and continued to back away, watching as they came after him making noises like hungry zombies. Did they…did they want to eat him? It didn’t quite look like that but…again there was that hunger in their eyes.
"I-I'm going to go now," he mumbled to them, and many sighed wantingly at the sound of his voice.
There was only one thing to do. He had to get to Zecora, had to get her to fix this! And he could only hope that whatever effect the Seeme oil had on him wouldn’t hit the zebra quite as hard.
The crowd was now picking up pace towards him, and he turned to run. To the forest! He had to get to the forest! Behind him, he could hear the ponies break out into a gallop, now shrieking his name like hysterical banshees. What’s more is they seemed to be closing on him. Damn his stubby dragon legs!
He rounded a corner and found that now, between him and the woods, there was a new crowd of ponies. Dear god, it was the Apple family! All of them! How the extended family had gotten there, he’d never know, but old and young, there were all there, drooling at him.
“C’mere you little dickens you!” he heard the elderly Granny Smith cry in a squealing falsetto.
“Eeeeeyup!” said Big Mac.
Little Applebloom just licked her lips seductively.
Spike let out a girlish cry of fright and changed the direction of his mad dash. In his peripheral vision, he saw the hoard of inbred redneck ponies spring to motion and begin their own chase. What’s more, he heard slashing of farm tools and the shouts of angry ponies clashing against them. They…were they fighting over him? He didn’t turn around, but by the squish and screams in the background, he guessed that things were getting bloody. At least it might give him a little time to escape!
There was only one place he could get to that was out of town in this direction: Fluttershy’s cottage!
As he spied it in the distance, he picked up the pace, doing his best to force his pathetic little purple stumps to carry him as fast as they could. He practically threw himself up the front walk and kicked the front door open with a crashing thud. Without even glancing inside, he blamed the door shut behind him and braced his back against the door, panting heavily.
“Uh…Spike? What are you doing?”
From across the room, he heard the soft dove-like coo of Fluttershy. His lack-of-a chin jerked up and he locked eyes with her. She was sitting calmly in a small red chair, a book in her lap, her little animal friends in front of her all looking at him in a puzzled manner. She was regarding him quizzically, concern arching her brow, but she didn’t seem to be wanting and needing him the way the others outside were. Thank Celestia for small favors!
“Fluttershy!” his voice exploded from his throat, sounding high pitched and screechy like a fledgeling parrot. “You have to help me!”
Without thinking of decorum or bothering to explain further, the little dragon rushed forward and threw himself upon the mercy of the yellow pegasus. She glanced down at him in shock, but had just enough time to open her hooves to him and catch him in a hesitant hug.
“Why, whatever is the matter?” she murmured to him.
Spike was shaking as he felt tears of panic spring to his eyes.
“Y-you see,” he sniffed out, “I was lonely so I went to Zecora and I got this special oil see, a-and then I put on too much and…and…”
“Hush now,” she crooned, and squeezed him gently against her comfortingly. “It’s ok, it’ll be ok.”
Spike let out a choked sob, but felt his muscles relax some. He felt so comforted in her arms there, so safe. It was like she could protect him from all this, like she actually cared about his feelings.
You falling for this? No? Well Spike is.
“There there,” she said warmly. “You’re here with me now, and I’ll never let you go. You’re mine now, don’t be afraid. No one else will ever have you.”
Spike’s eyes shot open wide. What?! Oh no, not her too, not…
He tried to pull back, but her grip tightened on him, crushing his face against the warm yellow fur of her chest. It was so hard to breathe now, and he couldn’t get away. He tried to protest, but all that came out were muffled squeals of protest that went unheeded. As she crushed him there, he felt dizzy. He tried to fight, tried to push her hooves away, but it was no use. He was too small! Too pathetic and useless and pointless as a character!
“No one else will ever, ever have you,” she hissed again. “You’re mine, all mine!”
Things started to go fuzzy in his eyes and brain. She was killing him, he realized! She was hugging him so tightly that he was going to die!
All at once, he heard the crash and clatter of rending wood, like an explosion behind him. The grip around his bulbous head released and he gasped in sweet air as he collapsed to the floor. As his vision refocused, he spotted the shape of Twilight Sparkle, wings spread, head lowered in a battle-stance. Spike’s face lit up as he spotted his savior.
Yes! Twilight would help him!
“Hey Flutterbitch,” Twilight spat. “That’s my assistant you’ve got there. If anyone is going to have him, it’s going to be me!”
Spike’s smile fell.
“Bring it on, Princess of…of lesser seasons,” Fluttershy said haltingly.
“That doesn’t even make any sense!”
“You don’t make any sense!”
With a growl and animated-sounding whinny, the two ponies rushed forward and each tightly grabbed ahold of Spike’s two arms with their teeth. Tightly. Way too tightly. Spike yelped as he felt flat square horse teeth sink into his scaly flesh.
“Girls stop!” he cried. “There’s enough of me for everypony!”
“Bullshit!” both cried in unison, and just began to pull in opposite directions sharply.
Spike yowled in excruciating pain as his tiny arms began to hyperextend from he exertion of their strong equine neck muscles. Both were snarling like dogs, and the dragon began to notice small ribbons of red leaking from their mouths. The pressure was so strong! It was pure agony! He’d never wanted this! He just wanted to be a good character with depth and development, one who people liked and went through emotional changes, and mattered at all, and actually impacted the overarching plot! Couldn’t he just have that? Couldn’t he just have nice things?
No Spike. You never get to have nice things.
All at once, he felt a tearing and ripping inside his shoulders, like individual strings snapping. He felt his bones separating, and his nerve endings screamed for it to stop. His voice echoed it as a more searing pain than he had ever experienced began to cut through his body. He was coming apart at the seams! There were going to tear him in half! Both ponies gave a simultanious forceful tug and he shrieked like a little bitch.
"Stop! Please, oh please..."
But it was too late.
With a sudden snap and gush, his arms dislocated from the rest of him and came free. A spatter of blood sprayed across the wall of the room and the floor of Fluttershy’s cottage. Spike saw a flash of white as his armless torso fell to the floor. His head hit the wood hard and bounced, sending a shock of dizziness and ache spiking through his thoughts.
As his eyes began to clear, he was able to focus on Fluttershy for a moment. She had hear head back, covered in his blood, and was moaning like a whore. His tear-filled eyes traveled down her body and he found that she was shoving his severed arm in and out of herself, fucking herself with it. Her fluids were mixing with his blood, making a deep pink smear against the fur around her privates. His gaze flickered to Twilight, and he saw that she too was using her magic to pleasure herself with his lost appendage, alternating between her ass and her pussy with ease. He could see that the muscles of the arm were still spasming as it still remembered being attached to him.
The sight was enough to bring bile to his lips, and he threw up the morning’s breakfast all over the cottage floor. His vision swam, but he could see that there was blood in it.
As he lay there, sputtering, surrounded by his own bile and blood, he saw Angel Bunny and the other small woodland animals approach him. He looked to them, pleadingly.
“H-help m-me…” he gurgled to them as his consciousness waned.
But no. Rather than help poor little Spike, Angel hopped forward and pressed a paw to the still-spurting bloody stump where his arm had once been. Then, as Spike watched in horror, he rubbed the blood from his face all the way down his snowy white body in one long streak. The lower he got, the louder his shameless rabbit sex noises became.
All this was too much for the dragon, and everything began to go dark as he lost consciousness. Even as he began to faint from blood loss and shock, he could hear the bang of the front door as the crowd of ponies tried to get in. They were breaking the door down, all wanting him so much that they'd do anything to get to him. Soon, they’d be in here too, and they’d take their own body part or bone to use for their personal needs. Every pony wanted a piece of him, and they were going to get it. He was going to end his life there, in a pool of his own various fluids, just because he dared to want a little compassion and love.
Well, Spike finally had what he wanted. Everypony adored loved him, wanted him, needed him. One could even say that they loved him to death.
….I’m not sorry.
-End-
Author's Note
This was done at the request of my "fanbase" (I dunno what else you'd call them) upon my reaching 500 followers as a gift.
You hear that? I did it you fuckers. You wanted Spike? You got Spike.
Yeah, it's bait and Switch. And it took WAY too long to get there. I know, I know. Did you expect anything else though, really?
But my obligation is now technically fulfilled. None of you can say I didn't do it. I have no regrets.
See you in something better and less...Spike-filled.
-Pencil
