Good Luck Better Circumstance

A/N: Great news everypony! I found an editor, so with any luck this chapter should have better grammar! Thoughts and comments on this chapter are appreciated as always so please be sure to leave them. Even if you dislike something PM me or leave a review so I can do better please? Anyway, enough of that! On with a more story-driven chapter, one meant to resolve issues and provide a better background for just why a barely adult dragon, has been acting like this and possibly, an intervention? What could this mean? Read on to find out!

Spike awoke as he had just about every morning for as long as he could remember: sore from physical exertion. The one notable difference was that the other times it was from maintaining the library while Twilight was busy, this time it was because of all the bucking. He knew there were ponies out there who did this a lot more than he did, but after spending most of his life not having done it, he still hadn’t quite adjusted to it. Spike groaned and rubbed the crust out of his eyes as he sat up, half-expecting to see some woman or another laying next to him. When he didn’t he let out a cry of elation and rushed downstairs to go enjoy some cereal before Twilight awoke and asked him to do something, probably to cook her breakfast.

Spike had just poured himself a nice glass of orange juice to go with his cereal and toast and was just about to begin eating when Twilight entered the room yawning sleepily then saying “Thanks Spike, you always know what I want for breakfast, I seriously appreciate all the help you give me.” And before Spike could say anything she sat down in front of his breakfast and started eating. He had long since stopped caring about the fact that she always ate his breakfast. For one, it wasn’t worth the efoort of explaining to her, and for two, he wasn’t sure that she would even remember to eat if it weren’t for the fact that he made her breakfast. Besides the day was much too nice to ruin it by being in a bad mood, after all it was the last day of the weekend and he could do anything he wanted since Twilight had given him the day off.

As Spike started to practically skip out the front door, he heard Twilight cough his name and say “Oh and Spike, before you get too excited about being out all day something has come up this afternoon and I will need your help so if you can be here around 3:30ish I would appreciate it. Thanks!” Bemoaning his terrible luck, Spike hung his head and wore a dour expression as he met Snips and Snails outside the front door.

Snips, being ever the good friend, noticed his posture and wasted absolutely no time in commenting on it to Snails and then asking “So, what’s got you all gloomy? Twilight treating you badly or something? Because I would be more than happy to trade houses with you, after all what young man WOULDN’T want to live with a kinda nerdy-but-in-a-cute-way librarian who has low self esteem? Not me that’s for sure!”

“Snips, for the last time! Twilight is like my older sister to me! How could you even think something like that?” lectured the agitated young man.

“Because unlike you, I wouldn’t be oblivious to what was right in front of my eyes, old buddy old pal.” And with a laughing shake of his head Snips strolled away towards the park, having no doubts that the dragon would follow him to finish the argument.

Spike, predictably, followed right behind him and when they were there he said “Whatever, I have better things to do than spend all day mad at you, Twilight wants me back at the library at 3:30 so I can help her with some of the chores, so let’s use the time that we have today okay?”

“Alright, whatever you say.” As they sat around a table at the park Snips once more spoke up saying “So, you guys notice that Cheerilee has been taking better care of her mane recently? Kinda makes you wonder if maybe she is seeing somepony in a romantic way, doesn’t it?”

Snails nodded his head in agreement, he had indeed noticed that the fuchsia mare was taking care of herself, and it really showed. I mean, the whole student-teacher thing aside, she was a very beautiful woman who tended to put her work before herself which had kept her from having the time to even begin to look for a very special somepony. Add to that the fact that there was roughly 1 male to every 3-4 females and that was even before you counted in the monogamists and homosexuals. In the end there was a fair bit of stiff competition out there and she just didn’t have the time.

Snips and Snails stared dumbfounded at the stupid expression on the face of their suave compatriot. Finally Snails jerked his head, snapping out of it and nudging Spike, said “You got a bit of drool on your face there Spike.”

Blinking in surprise, Spike wiped his mouth finding that he did indeed have drool hanging off the corner of his lower lip. “I have no idea why I was drooling. How long was I out of it there?”

Digging his elbow into the taller boy’s ribcage Snips snorted and said “So Spike, did you just realize you had some extra-curricular make-up work to do? Or maybe, You were going to go over to Cheerilee’s house and give her a nice, big, juicy apple to show your appreciation for her hard work, hmm?”

Lightly blushing, Spike cleared his throat firmly and said “What are you talking about guys? Anyway I gotta get going if I’m to help Twilight with that project.”

Turning around and feeling ironically grateful that he had a reason to end the conversation, Spike left, with his thoughts lingering on the teacher.

Back at the library, Spike took a moment to compose himself before he knocked on the door, after all, he did not want to explain things to Twilight and he just knew that she would ask him about it if he didn’t take the necessary precautions. Calming himself, he slowly pushed the door open, mentally steeling himself for the disaster about to befall his eyes when he saw the foyer, knowing full well EXACTLY who would have to clean it up.

Much to Spike’s pleasant surprise, and more than a touch of suspicion, there was no mess waiting in the entryway. Perhaps more importantly, there was no purple-colored librarian waiting for him either. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Spike boldly stepped into the room and called out to the rest of the house “Twilight? Where are you?”

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a small nudge from behind “Right here Spike.” He whirled in fright and stopped in shock as his jaw hit the floor. The sight that greeted him was a very nearly undressed librarian, nothing he hadn’t seen before but it was still a shock, Spike hadn’t even thought Twilight had this side to her, let alone that she would direct it at him. Getting the tiniest nosebleed possible Spike stopped ogling her impressive curvature and forcibly turned away before loosing a jet of emerald flame from his maw.

Spike was busily thinking to himself “My that was a nice nightgown, the way it hugged her midriff was simply delectable. MUST control thoughts!”

Twilight for her part, flashed her horn, while letting out a sigh of disappointment and clucking her tongue a few times. “Spike, Spike, Spike. It is as bad as I feared. I knew this would happen eventually, but I must admit hope that it wouldn’t happen for awhile longer. It appears that you are indeed going through adolescence, and that is why the girls and I must do something to stop it, before it spirals too far out of control. Girls you can come out now.”

As Twilight said this, the rest of the lights came on and it was only now Spike noticed that over in one of the corners that had been particularly dark, stood 5 of Twilight’s best friends, every last one of them with disapproving looks on their faces. Well, except for the sky-blue Pegasus mare on the end, who was smirking in satisfaction as she eyed him up and down; until, that is, the orange Earth pony mare elbowed her in the ribs, glaring at her. When this happened that smirk quickly turned into a glare, but the barest hint of that rebeliious smirk remained in the twinkle of her stern eye.

The next detail Spike noticed was that each of the 5 women was wearing the amulet signifying their relationship to the Elements of Harmony.

Twilight stated calmly “By the power vested in me, as the Element of Magic, I declare to thee, thou shall be infertile, at least until such time as you are no longer trapped in the confines of your instinct to mate!” As she finished that statement a beam of rainbow colored light shot towards Spike.

Cringing in fear, he gritted his teeth and winced. Once the light had passed he opened his eyes and checked to see if he was still okay. Near as he could tell, everything was where it was supposed to be and he was unharmed. In fact, it rather appeared that nothing had happened at all. “So, umm… Twilight? What exactly did you do to me?”

“Well so long as I got the spell right and had all the inflections and undertones of the incantation exactly right…” Spike didn’t like the way this was going “… I have rendered you temporarily incapable of having children, this way you can’t do something that would ruin the rest of your life, especially when you are still so young; after all, plenty of time for kids when you are older, right? And don’t worry about keeping your secret, I have already told Mayor Mare, and I trust she was able to take care of telling every woman in Ponyville.”

It was these words that started to cause Spike to panic, in fear that his life was ruined and everyone would hate him now. Before he got too far into depression, Twilight said something that made him perk right up, and as you might know, We are getting into that time of year again and the Mayor specifically requested your help with a problem that has been ever-present every year prior… She has taken measures to rectify both your problem, and the rest of the town’s problem. In order that you might satisfy these urges of yours in a non destructive manner, as well as control the ever-present problem of rampaging mobs in this fair city, it is YOUR job to make sure that every mare and filly(of age, of course) is properly taken care of, when they go into heat. Understood?” Spike could do nothing but stare dumb-founded at the expression on Twilight’s face. Was she actually smiling cheekily at him? He could practically feel Celestia’s eyes watering as she rolled over in her bed.(as well as a few other pleasant sensations that he filed away for later.)

End A/N: Yes, I know, mating season is terribly overdone. But this is my fanfic so I thought to myself “Self? What would happen if Spike’s rutting coincided with that of the general populace? Crazy antics to be sure, but would the general public enjoy it?” So how about it? Let me know what you think, if it isn’t a very popular idea(to be judged by me, and I just might open a poll on my Fanfic account, link is http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2430361/firefox69) I might re-write this chapter and lead into a different idea I have. As some of the more astute readers may have noticed, I’m angling for some Cheerilee in the near future(Mating season anxiety) as well as reconciliation with Dinky, who hopefully understands better what Spike is going through and can get behind it better, as now it will at least be volunt