Spike sat at his desk tapping a quill against his temple.

Try as he might, he couldn't get Atchmon's smug muzzle out if his head. His attitude rubbed the young drake the wrong way.

He scribbled aggressively against the parchment, faster and faster.

Fictional thoughts invaded the forefront of his mind. So lucid that anyone would've believed they actually happened.

Atchmon was a villain with a black cape, top hat, and a cliché mustache, having stolen Rarity from him, her fainting in his forelegs from the stress of being ponynapped.

His thick eyebrows wiggled salaciously as he whisked her limp body away.

Spike's feet were shackled to a concrete block, and with a swift buck from evil Atchmon's back leg; the dragon was launched off a pier to take a nap with the fishes.

Struggle as he might, Spike couldn't escape; but in a spark of brilliance, he focused his fire-breath into a cutting torch, melting the binds around his feet.

When he resurfaced, Atchmon proposed to a still passed out Rarity, using the Fire Ruby Spike gave her on his birthday. It was fashioned into a horn ring and carelessly stuck upon Rarity's horn. The couple was promptly being hitched in front of an officiant.

Another salacious waggle, and Atchmon smooched Rarity's limp form behind his cape.

In a fury, Spike tried to stop the wedding, only for the cheering crowd to block his path.

Atchmon waved goodbye as the train they were on sped away from the ceremony.

"NOOOOOO."

Spike could do nothing but cry out in dismay as they shrank into the distance.

*Snap!*

Spike's pen broke, waking him from the day-mare. He realized just how fast and shallow his breaths were, and the thudding in his chest went along with a pounding in his head.

It'd only been one day, and Spike could already feel Rarity slipping away from him.

"Rarity deserves so much better!" he yelled in frustration.

"What are they doing right now?! Is he treating Rarity the way she deserves to be treated, or even more beyond that; like she really deserves?" He paced around his room until a circular divot was formed in the crystal.

"I can't take this anymore!" He shouted and immediately ran out of his room.

The assignments issued by Princess Celestia was left abandoned, and only a few paragraphs from being finished.

After leaving Barnyard Bargains, Atchmon meandered through the streets of Ponyville; often forgetting Rarity was with him as he lost himself to exploring more of the town.

He felt more comfortable with her there, and gone was the constant dread he felt all day. Like waiting for an axe to drop.

While exploring, there was a constant nagging feeling some pony would call him out as an impostor; but that feeling was also squashed down into a minuscule sense of paranoia he could tolerate.

Any time he felt the eyes of some mare staring at him; all he had to do was look at Rarity, and know that everything was fine.

Rarity would give him a reassuring smile, but once he turned away; Rarity set to snarling and mean-muzzle any potential competition.

Another purple Unicorn mare couldn't take her eyes off him, with a deer-caught-in-headlights look; Atchmon smiled and waved at the periwinkle Unicorn, and she looked around to be sure it was her that Atchmon was flirting with; even pointing at herself.

He was just tickled to find, yet another, purple Unicorn.

Amethyst Star waved back bashfully, her smile quivering under the attention she was receiving from a cute guy; but then Rarity inserted herself between them while shaking her head at the mare.

Amethyst pretended to look elsewhere while trotting away, not wanting to compete with a mare that was comfortable wearing a bonnet.

Atchmon looked bemused at Rarity's overprotective-ness. Then felt bad, thinking it was because of his outburst last night. And a wee-bit insulted that she didn't think he was stronger than that.

Rarity was puffing out her chest, trying to make herself look bigger to intimidate and discourage other mares. Her chest floof was smooth as silk, adhering to and really showing off the curves of her chest.

Thanks to her recent weight loss, Rarity felt stronger and more confident. Her canter changed to a longer stride to really show off the new cuts in her muscles; despite them being barely any more perceivable than before the accident.

She exuded 'high-horse' energy. Every mare that turned away only threw more fuel on the fire of Rarity's runaway estrogen levels.

"Is everything okay, Rare?" Atchmon dared to ask, after watching Rarity trot with her hooves turned more inward and chest puffed out.

The sight made him think of a certain cartoon bulldog.

Rarity felt all her confidence crumble in an instant. Her head lowered in submission. 'Oh buck! What was I doing!?' She'd forgotten herself.

Rarity spotted Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo crossing the street ahead of them. "Oh Sweetie Belle, yoo-hoo over here!" She called to avoid his ire.

Atchmon pouted at being ignored.

Sweetie waved and came over with her friend Scootaloo scootering ahead.

"Hiya again, Achie-mon!" Scoots greeted with a salute.

"Hey sis, Atchmon, Scootaloo said you had a few questions to ask me?" Sweetie Belle questioned.

"Yes dear, uhm, Atchmon, darling would you mind giving us a moment, please, it's a family matter?" She asked.

Scootaloo started to follow, but stopped at Rarity's glare. "I said a family matter, she frowned at the nosey filly.

Scoots smiled sheepishly, then zipped circles around the Stallion. "Hey, mind if I ask a few questions about your world?"

Atchmon started to feel dizzy trying to keep an eye on the speedy filly; while wandering away a few trots; following as the sisters went and found a bit of privacy near a fountain.

Atchmon couldn't help feeling left out, and tried to hear what they were saying--only to test out his new horse sense, not technically eavesdropping--but the fountain helped drown out their words. He pondered if it was intentional, or if maybe just coincidence they found a perfect anti-surveillance water fountain.

"Nah, go for it." he replied to the scootering filly.

"Were you like a pony over there? What did you look like? Do you have Ponies there, what are they like? What did you eat? Did you have a marefriend? Where did you live? Do you have leaders like Princess Celestia and Princess Luna?" Scoots rapidly asked with bright eyes full of wonder; her little wing beating a mile a minute, hovering the little pony above the ground.

He decided to just wander around some more answering Scootaloo's questions, until they were done.

"Yeah, we have ponies; but they aren't like you or me," he started to explain awkwardly, rubbing his head; remembering Rarity's reaction when he first told her about his world. "They're more like animals, they don't talk."

Scootaloo's wings seemed to freeze in midair, looking shocked. "What!? How!? Wait!? What?!" Scootaloo pranced in place. "That's so weeeird!"

Atchmon was bemused. "And my people called themselves Humans, we're omnivores, we ate vegetables and meat; my home was called America, we were Americans and we choose our leader every four years; and no... I didn't have a 'mare' friend." He chuffed half in amusement of his answer to the question, and the other to mask the stinging pain of that fact.

'Mare-friend that feels so... wrong? I don't know... I just want to make up with Rarity... then later maybe we can make out, hee!' Atchmon's thoughts betrayed him, and let slip a goofy smile.

Scootaloo gasped, forcing him to hide his emotions. "You ate... meat... too!?" She whimpered, before asking. "Did you eat Ponies?"

Atchmon shrugged. "Ehhh, I can't really speak for my whole world; I know some people do, but I never did, I was always told horse kinda tastes like a sweeter deer-meat." He informed.

Scootaloo looked at him horrified, before beaming happily. "That's. So. Cool! You really are from another world, huh? I mean, it's still hard to believe, but still; wow!"

"Huh... we're 'sweet', must be from all the treats ponies usually eat, makes sense... eugh!" She shuddered at the thought of eating a pastry-shaped pony. "You've ruined Sugarcube Corner for me for-ever!" She said playfully.

"So-rry." Atchmon mirrored, unapologetically.

A thought occurred to Atchmon. "Can I ask, why do you believe it so easily?"

"Oh, well, I know Rarity is a drama queen, and she isn't above telling a little fib to save snout; but Sweetie Belle is my friend, I know if Rarity is spreading fertilizer, she would call her out on it." She explained.

Atchmon nodded, watching the pegasus filly do some small kick spins on her scooter. "You're pretty good at that." He complimented

Scootaloo's face blushed, and she swayed bashfully. Her confidence soared, not once thinking of her disability.

But like all young, overconfident teens, she felt the need to show-off to keep the good-looking stallion's attention.

"Thanks, wanna see some moves?"

Atchmon smiled brightly and nodded enthusiastically.

"Hey, what's going on?" Asked Sweetie.

"I have something important to ask you, since it will be a big change for us both." Rarity started, her hooves fidgeting with the ground.

Sweetie's ears laid back. "This is about Atchmon, isn't it?"

Rarity was already feeling guilty about the ask, and mirrored her little sister. "Yes, you see, since Atchmon is going to be living with me, he's going to need his own space, and, well... you're more than grown enough to be left on your own, and..." She let the ask hang in the air, mumbling her next words.

Sweetie connected the dots, looking hurt for an instant, before looking downcast. "Oh... I understand, and yeah, he probably should have his own space; it's just that..."

"What's wrong, dear? I swear, I'm not pushing you away, I thought maybe you'd be excited to be left on your own at home." Rarity explained, trying to let her down easy.

Sweetie's head shook. "It isn't that, I didn't think the last time we would spend the night together, was going to be the last time we spent the night together."

Rarity was on the verge of tears. Her little sister was on the verge of marehood. All the years spent baby sitting, caring, teaching, and looking after her came back in a flash.

She felt her heart breaking, and hated to see her little sister look so disappointed.

Sweetie then put on a brave face. "But I'm not a little foal any more, and I shouldn't be in the way of your happiness."

Rarity wiped away the liquid pride. "That's very mature of you Sweetie, if it's alright with you, I'm going to start clearing some space for him today."

Sweetie nodded. "Yeah, it's fine," her tone turned serious, and turned her snout up. "But that doesn't mean I approve of him yet, I still gotta be sure he's right for you."

Rarity looked bemused. Maturity had its limits, and try as she might; Sweetie would always be the little sister to her.

"Now Sweetie, don't be too hard on him; I've taught him much about pony culture, but he still has a lot to learn about being a Pony." Rarity warned with a bemused expression.

"I won't," she perked. "Just looking out for my big sister." She said, smiling and winking her eye knowingly.

Rarity shook her head, matching her smile, and hugged Sweetie.

"C'mon Atchmon, Scoots; we're gonna meet Applebloom at school." Sweetie called out to them; seeing her co-crusader looking shocked and dumfounded.

Scootaloo rushed up to her. "Sweetie Belle, you would not believe the things he's told me, it's so weird!"

Atchmon smiled an apology, when Rarity looked at him quizzically.

"Tell me on the way, we still gotta plan for this year's Cutie Camp."

Atchmon trotted up to Rarity, expecting... something. A hug goodbye? It felt wrong to go anywhere without her. "Off to find my 'special purpose'?"

"Yes," she sighed. "Don't be anxious, darling, and don't be disappointed if it doesn't happen right away; these things take time." She assured.

Atchmon sighed a horsey raspberry. "You seem so sure of it, wish I was; but I'll try." He finish sadly.

Rarity wished he'd be more excited, until a thought occurred to cheer him up.

"No try. Do. Or do not. There is no try."

Rarity said in a forced, sagely way that wasn't anything like the voice of the original speaker.

Atchmon snickered and nearly doubled over. "Okay, I'll do it." He turned to follow Sweetie and her friend with a genuine smile.

"Much better."

Rarity waved goodbye until they rounded a street corner, then floated out the Seers Magazine. The cover featured the company's mascot: a Unicorn mare garbed in sorceresses robes, holding a crystal ball; and looking pleased with herself.

This issue showed a cartoonish mare and stallion couple looking shocked with wide, comical eyes at the slashed price tag shown within the Crystal Ball.

"Now, time to do some ordering," she flipped through and passed the sections for craftsmare-built home kits that would arrive by way of rail, finding the page on home appliances; and read the sections for office supplies.

"Ooh! Same-day delivery! Hmm..." Rarity hummed as she looked at Ponyville's clocktower, showing it had passed mid-day, with only a couple business hours to go.

"Well, we'll see about that, wouldn't want to make a liar out of you; muahahaha!" She cackled faux-evilly at the prospect of getting some great discount coupons, as was the company's policy if they failed to uphold their promises.

She wasn't proud of herself, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She knew every trick and loop-hole when it came to taking advantage of company policies; and stretching a little word-play can sometime garner big savings.

"Ahem," She composed herself after having her fun, and getting some stares from pony passerby's; then began her canter towards the post office.

Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait. Even tho the wait is long and this chapter aint got that much going on, dont mean I'm not writing ahead.

Figure Scoots and the conversation with her fit best for what i got planned in the future. Figure people would be wanting it.

I got another one planned with another character, so hopefully having 2 wont lose the whole "meat talk" novelty.