Loving You Is Dangerous

“Rarity, I’ve missed yo- mmph!”

Miss Bejeweled couldn’t bring herself to not kiss the soft lips. As she opened her eyes briefly, she saw Spike melt into the kiss, fueling her confidence and drive to continue.

After the long kiss had ended, she pushed Spike onto the bottom, and straddled his lap. Spike grew a heavy blush on his face with how fast Miss Bejeweled was advancing.

“Wait, Rar-,” Spike attempted to say with urgency, but was interrupted by Miss Bejeweled, as she brought their lips together once more.

She had been separated from him for too long, and her mind had never left him. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a bit too desiring of his presence at the moment.

Spike, despite his previous urgency, could do nothing but move along with her movement. Miss Bejeweled loved having him at her will.

She slowly pushed him down, hand on his chest, leaning over with him, wanting to stay in the kiss.

Miss Bejeweled had missed Spike a great deal – she proceeded to drag her hand down under Spike’s hooded shirt. She smiled with delight, as her hands traced over his body.

She shifted herself slightly, still straddling his body, and heard a small moan. All movement stopped. She looked at him with a smile of accomplishment and pride, whilst he looked back with a completely flushed face, and a look of embarrassment.

“Turned on alr-?”

“Shut up…” Spike muttered, looking off slightly.

Miss Bejeweled shuffled again, as Spike inhaled sharply. Suddenly, he grabbed both of her forearms, and looked at her sternly.

“Rarity-,”

“Must you call me by my slave-name, Spike?” Miss Bejeweled asked with slight annoyance.

Spike smiled, pulling her closer by the forearms. She stopped, their faces only a few inches apart. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, but nonetheless, her face expression was unchanged.

“I don’t know when you’ll realize that Rarity is such a beautiful name. Befitting of only a woman such as yourself. So, as much as I please, I will always call and refer to you, as Rarity. Okay, Hun?” Spike said, as the heat in Miss Bejeweled’s cheeks only grew hotter.

“F-fine… Rarity it is.” Rarity sighed, looking off to the side, with crossed arms.

“Anyways, like I was trying to say, before you started… doing… y’know…” Spike began, clearing his throat.

“Um, this isn’t the best place to be right now. We’re dangerously close to home, and knowing Twilight, she probably either has guards patrolling the perimeters, or decided to follow me herself.” Spike said, in a hushed voice.

“So this whole catch-up thing, is gonna have to wait… Can’t you take us somewhere a bit more… private?” Spike asked. Rarity grew a suggestive smile.

“Private, you say?” Rarity asked with a small chuckle.

“For goodness sake, Rarity, I’m being serious! Our hoods are destroyed; if we’re caught together right now, that’s it for my career!” Spike said, with more urgency.

“Oh please, that career is nothing more than a charade influenced by an elaborate ruse. Please, Spike, don’t tell me you grew so attached to your status and title?” Rarity said, rolling her eyes.

Spike’s brows furrowed with a small twitch. “Excuse me?” Spike said, hands on his hips.

“Oh Spike, don’t play silly. We both know the true meaning behind your title, and your affiliation.” Rarity said, looking into his eyes with solemnity.

Spike glared. “What I’ve been able to do with this name, this-- this status? Is leagues beyond the senseless thievery, killing, and extortion you often commit. So excuse me, if I grow attached to the actual good I contribute to this world.” Spike said, becoming heated.

“S-senseless!?” Rarity stammered.

Rarity scoffed. “Oh yes, because the Princess you serve is so obviously concerned with the total goodness of her state: have you forgotten what the Badlands look like, Spike? Gryffindor? Have you forgotten what she’s made me?” Rarity asked, becoming angry herself.

She lifted the side of her baggy pants, showing her thigh. There was a mesh of burned and scorched flesh, where there should’ve been her cutie mark.

“Did you forget this, too, Spike, hm? Or are you only capable of remembering your own pains?” Rarity said, her voice rising, as she gestured to the wound.

Spike huffed. “You didn’t have to fight back. You had brought it on yourself. I had a better option, but you and your goddamn pride!” Spike said, crossing his arms as he met the wound with an unsure face.

“Spike, yo-- are you seri-- you can’t be-,” Rarity stuttered with anger, as she stomped over to Spike, showing him the wound again.

“She tried to strip me of my fucking identity so she could make me a nobody! My cutie mark, Spike! Do you know how disrespectful, and disgraceful that is, for a woman!? She ruined my beauty! You think I asked for that when I stood up for myself!?!” Rarity yelled, totally furious.

“I knew coming to see you was a mistake! Twilight’s already brainwashed you, I don’t know why I continued to try with you. You can’t stay neutral forever, Spike. And it seems it’s becoming clear which side you’re on.” Rarity said, steamed.

Spike immediately grabbed her arm, but Rarity quickly slapped it away.

“Don’t touch me! Go back to your princess. That’s where you belong, clearly. I’m going home to prepare for the final one. Have fun carrying on that charade of a job, meaningless as it is.” Rarity said, walking off.

She looked back briefly, her anger subsiding only slightly, being replaced by a mix of worry and care.

“And good luck heading for Canterlot with that army. I’d keep the numbers to a minimal, if I were you. You’ll have less families to disappoint, that way.” Rarity said coldly, before she finally walked off.

[A few hours later…]

Rarity trudged through the treacherous terrain of the Badlands, trying to get back to her home on the offside of a village of Changelings.

“The nerve of Spike… The nerve!” she grumbled to herself out-loud, clearly still annoyed at the altercation.

She closed in on her home, hidden in some hard-to-navigate hills.

As she reached her small home of stolen riches and plundered loot, she saw what seemed to be smoke and fire coming from the village she was not far off from. It stood out in the night sky.

“Must be a fire… Hope they can handle that mess.” Rarity shrugged, as she opened the door to the house. She immediately jumped back in surprise, as she found a young changeling boy laying there, severely wounded. She also noticed that a number of her riches were gone.

“Oh dear, what’s happened!?” Rarity said urgently, gently shaking the young changeling.

He coughed. His eyes were a ghastly pale against his jet-black skin. He had 2 arrows sticking from his body, and was bloodied terribly.
“B-Bejeweled…” the changeling groaned, desperately grabbing her arm.

“T-t-the Queen…!” he wheezed, pointing towards the village.

“Yes, yes, tell me all about it after I patch you up!” Rarity said with urgency, as she got up to go get her first-aid kit.

However, she was grabbed quickly. The changeling shook his head, tears running down his face.

“C-Chrysalis… s-she needs you… more…” The changeling coughed. His eyes were desperate and sad.

Rarity simply nodded, and began to head for the door. She heard stumbling behind her, and turned. The young changeling boy was standing in a crooked manner, no doubt a result of his injuries.

“Stay here. You have to rest.” Rarity said simply, putting her hand onto the doorknob.

“No.” The changeling began, as Rarity turned once more.

He ripped one of the arrows out of his leg, and loaded it into his own bow.

“I can still… fight… The Queen… she needs everything… she can get…” the changeling gasped, stumbling forward.

Rarity looked the boy up and down. An arrow to the leg, and the back; he was still determined enough to walk all this way to recruit her help, and was willing to reenter the battlefield despite near-fatal injuries. She smiled.

“What’s your name, young man?” Rarity asked, standing, and clutching the dagger sheathed upon her thigh. She began to slide it across her finger, as her finger bled profusely.

“S-Skrix…” Skrix muttered, as he stumbled weakly.

Rarity grabbed his hand, and sliced one of his fingers as well, as it bled.

She held their two fingers together, as they bled into one another.

“Stay alive. If you can, I promise that once I bring Queen Chrysalis back here safely, that she recognizes your grit and featly. But, for now…” Rarity began, as she swept him off of his feet with a simple, weak kick.

He fell and smashed into the ground with an ‘oof!’

“You are no use to her in your current state. You’re better off guarding the premises. Just listen out for anything out of the blue. I’ll be back.”

Rarity said. Just before she finally walked out, she heard the changeling weakly call out:

“Thank you, Bejeweled…!”

“That’s Miss Bejeweled, to you.”

Rarity smiled, and winked just before she closed the door.

[Some minutes later, upon the outskirts of the nearby village…]

As Rarity closed in on the small village, it became very clear that it was under some sort of attack. She clutched her dagger, and prepared for the worst.

As she entered the village, she noticed fallen and destroyed Royal Guard caravans, in that familiar gold pattern.

Her brows furrowed. “The Kingdom of Equestria, huh? So help me Celestia, if I see her mark on any of these…” Rarity thought to herself, as she moved past the road of destruction.

As she rushed past the walls of the village, her heart sunk. She saw many dead changelings, and other suffering that she couldn’t spare time to help: she knew finding Chrysalis was not only Skrix’s best interest…

Her being filled with guilt, as she saw Changeling guards impaled with swords and left for dead. Their crimson liquids shined in the moonlit sky and small fires. Rarity kept pushing on, as her eyes met the many destroyed houses, with slaughtered families inside.

The more bodies and suffering she rushed by, the guiltier she began to feel: she knew why this village was being attacked. She knew Queen Chrysalis made the deal, but she didn’t think it would come to this…

She began to just run looking only forward: her soul couldn’t bare the guilt of knowing that the ulterior motive of this attack was herself.

Finally, she reached the inner-village, where the guards seemed to be. At the center-square, Queen Chrysalis was seen, several arrows in her being, bleeding from several cuts all over her body, and was clearly severely injured.

Still, she stood defiant against the small army that stood against her. Rarity stopped, her eyes fixating with an unknown hatred upon one figure that stood in front of the army, against Queen Chrysalis.

“Princess Twilight Sparkle…” Rarity thought with bitterness.

Rarity watched what was happening, carefully planning her moves.

“Face it, Chrysalis: your village is destroyed, your people have been slaughtered, and your ‘Champion’ was nothing but a runaway when it came down to it. You’re finished.” Twilight taunted, as she took one step forward, her fist engulfed in her magical aura.

“You’re wrong, Twilight Sparkle. This isn’t over, this will never be over! You’ve gone mad with power, over a small feud that could’ve been solved had you actually maintained the slightest remembrance of the Magic of Friendship!” Queen Chrysalis shouted back, using her magic aura to eject the arrows that riddle her body, leaving behind only holes that oozed with her blood.

Twilight suddenly shot out a powerful beam of magic that hit Chrysalis directly. Strongly, Chrysalis simply endured, being pushed back on her feet a great deal, as the smoke rose from her body, and from beneath her feet.

“You, have no right to be speaking! You know nothing! About how that bitch stole what I spent years trying to attain! So you shut your mouth speaking about affairs you have no business in!” Twilight yelled, as her magical aura grew more unstable and agitation.

“Now I won’t ask again, Queen of the filthy little bugs: where, is, Bejeweled?” Twilight asked.

“If you play your cards right, you might get off with only some extended prison-time.” Twilight chuckled.

“You, are a sick ruler. I would do nothing to help you.” Queen Chrysalis said.

“One more bug exterminated from this planet then, I suppose.” Twilight shrugged. She extended her wings, and immediately appeared in front of the tall Queen Chrysalis with great speed.

She held her palm to her forehead, as it began to glow.

“Bye-by-,”

With not another moment’s notice, Rarity’s heel connected with Twilight’s jaw, as Twilight flew back dozens of feet, crashing into a nearby building, collapsing upon her.

“I wonder who’s that ‘bitch’ she was talking so bitterly about?” Rarity said, cracking her knuckles.

“Took you long enough…” Queen Chrysalis said, dropping to her knees.

“I’m sorry.” Rarity said, eyeing the mass amount of guards now aiming their weapons at her, ready to attack on command.

“You’re here now. It’s fine, we can still win.” Chrysalis said in a huff, clearly exhausted and injured.

Rarity turned to her. “No, I’m sorry, about this… I knew it was bound to happen, but not like this. Not with so many… losses…” Rarity said, holding her hand out to help Chrysalis up, remembering the mess of bodies and destruction she saw. Her eyes were shiny.

“Wipe those tears out your eyes, they make you look disgustingly weak. I knew what I signed up for.” Chrysalis said with a small smile, as she grabbed Rarity’s hand, helping herself up.

“Wanna sit this one out, dear? You look pretty banged up. And with several more holes in your body, might I add.” Rarity said, half-jokingly.

“Not a chance. Did you hear how much shit that ignorant Princess had uttered?” Queen Chrysalis replied.

“Oh, we can both have a go with her. Think she runs that mouth too much for her own good.” Rarity chuckled.

Suddenly, the building that collapsed upon Twilight scattered, as she stood up with a powerful magic aura emanating around her.

“Guards. Execute both of them. We have confirmation that Queen Chrysalis is, indeed, concealing and harboring the Global Threat.” Twilight said coldly. Her eyes met with Rarity.

A cold silence ensued between the two, as both began to confront one another.

Just before the words could be uttered, and the onslaught could continue, a loud shout ensued, stopping everything in its tracks.

“Huh?” Rarity, Chrysalis, Twilight, and the guards wondered, turning to the side.

“I said…!” the figure went, out of breath.

“WAIT!!!”

The girls were dumbfounded.

“Spike!?” both Rarity and Twilight yelled in surprise.

“How did you find your way here so quickly!?” Rarity yelled. Spike was full-clad in his royal-guard armor and cloak, which means he trailed to the castle and back in such a short-time, surprising Rarity.

“What are you doing here!?” Twilight yelled. She expected Spike to still be away on business.

Spike was silent. He walked past the Royal Guards, who saluted. He walked past Twilight, who was silent. He walked up to Rarity, who was surprised.

Assessing the situation, Spike sighed deeply.

“Spike, what’re you doing here?! I thought you were doing reconnaissance in Canterlot!” Twilight yelled, more than annoyed that her plans were interrupted.

Spike sent a cold glare back towards Twilight.

“And I thought you were prepping an army for migration to Canterlot, not to a small village undeserving of this-- this massacre!” Spike shot back. Twilight backed down immediately, guilt rushing into her being.

“B-but, Miss Bejeweled! She’s right there!” Twilight said, pointing at Rarity.

“That, Princess, is not our concern right now. Our concern is with the safety of the people, first, and right now, we have many wounded and suffering. Guards? Get on it.” Spike ordered.

They stood, looking between Twilight and Spike.

“B-but they’ve been aiding the enemy!” Twilight cried out, pointing between Queen Chrysalis and Rarity.

“We have no viable proof of this, Twilight. If this is going to be your story for wreaking havoc on an innocent village, then we must do better as protectors of Equestria.” Spike stated.

“Guards! Did I not give the orders already!? Help the sick and wounded, pronto, their lives are on your shoulders!!!” Spike barked with ferocity, as the guards immediately rushed past Rarity and Chrysalis, aiding whoever they could.

Suddenly, Twilight fell to her knees, and held her head in her hands, as tears silently fell from her chin.

Spike began to walk slowly towards her.

“Spi-,” Rarity called, but was interrupted by Spike putting his palm to her face.

“Waterfalls when the tears cascade. Begone villainous scum.” Spike said in a feigned coldness, walking forward to attend to Twilight.

“He’ll be in trouble. Should we, stick around or something?” Chrysalis asked.

Rarity smiled, her eyes fixated on Spike.

“Miss Bejeweled?” Queen Chrysalis asked.

“O-oh, no… Have you seen that woman when she’s emotional? Let’s get the heck out of here while we can! Follow me!” Rarity urged, as they rushed past all the guards helping whichever changeling they could.

[Some minutes later, back near Rarity’s home…]

Rarity helped Queen Chrysalis through the hills to her home, as she was severely injured.

“You know… I really am sorry, Chrysalis.” Rarity said, looking down.

“If I hadn’t calculated the risks, I would not have offered my services. Relax, Miss B.” Chrysalis said, referring to the nickname she gave her. The two were clearly quite close.

“If I had known, I would’ve been there much sooner to prevent as much of it as possible, you know that, right??” Rarity asked, the guilt rushing inside of her.

Queen Chrysalis pushed off of Rarity, as they both stood face-to-face. Chrysalis, however, towered over Rarity, being much taller.

“Rarity, the changelings are my people. I am the one who should feel guilty, not you. I decided to put them in this danger, not you. Their will is my own. They were prepared for this, just as I was. Drop the useless sympathy; losses will occur when traversing a path as our own. You have my services, you should not feel guilty for using them. Now come, to your home.” Queen Chrysalis said strongly, despite her wounds, moving forward.

Rarity followed, the guilt still residing within her. Nonetheless, she trudged forward, figuring that she’d just have to get over it.

After some minutes, they finally reached her home hidden in the erratic hills.

They opened the door, and Chrysalis’ eyes immediately met with Skrix’s own, who lit up upon seeing his Queen safe and sound.

“Chrysalis!” he said with excitement. However, as soon as he got up, the wound in his leg immediately felled him again.

“Agh!” Skrix grunted, as he swiftly crawled over, and hugged Chrysalis’ leg.

Queen Chrysalis was unsure on how to proceed in the situation: Skrix had often made her uncomfortable with his constant show of affection beyond a level of subject-to-ruler.

“Y-yes… I am safe…” Queen Chrysalis said, lowly and uncomfortably.

“You should really learn how to crack out of that bug-shell, Chrysalis.” Rarity said, playfully patting her back.

“This little guy went through hell to inform me of the situation, you know. I mean, just look at him; and he’s still alive, at that.” Rarity stated.

Queen Chrysalis hummed thoughtfully, as her long, slender tongue circulated around her lips.

“Is that so…? That means he’s strong then, wouldn’t you say, Miss B?” Chrysalis asked, her gaze turning to Skrix, which made him slightly uncomfortable.

Rarity was confused. She nodded slowly.

“Yes, I suppose so. But I really should be attending to his wounds, and yours, so if you don’t mind-,” Rarity began, walking to get some supplies, but was stopped by Chrysalis, who emitted a small, green magical aura that slowly began to heal her wounds.

“No, that’ll be fine. He’s strong, right? You’re sure, Miss B?” Chrysalis asked again, still looking down at Skrix with hungry eyes. Skrix was uncomfortable, backing away, until his back hit a wall.

Rarity only became more confused. She began to worry, seeing Skrix’s concerned face.

“Y-yeah, I’m sure… Say, C-Chrysalis, you’re not the type to eat your own for energy or something, a-are you?” Rarity asked, preparing to defend Skrix.

“If he’s strong, then that means he’s perfect for breeding material.” Chrysalis finally said, as she diverted some of her magic aura to his own wounds to heal them. Skrix grew an enormously blush on his face, as he immediately covered his pants.

“Celestia’s Sun…” Rarity said, face-palming.

With no prior warning, Chrysalis immediately dissipated all of her clothes.

“If you don’t mind, servant… We lost many souls today, so we need to get busy.” Chrysalis said in a demanding manner, calling him over with her finger.

Skrix nearly fainted at the site.

“You get right down to business, huh? In my house, at that…” Rarity said, a small tint of red on her cheeks that Chrysalis had unclothed so swiftly.

Chrysalis turned, offering the full view to Rarity.

“I thought you might’ve wanted to join us after all that playing we d-,”

“No-no-no-no-no-no-no, that’s fiiiiiiiine!” Rarity squeaked, immediately growing a huge blush herself as she rushed out the door, slamming it behind her.

Rarity stood outside the door, holding one hand deep in her hair, and the other clenched in a fist as she crossed her legs.

“Blast that woman, and her voluptuous body!” Rarity mentally cursed. She calmed herself down with a few quick breaths, and decided she’d start moving to her next destination before she could hear moans on the other side of the door.

Though, she was expecting to hear and release those sounds herself soon, if life went her way for just a little while.

She jumped atop her house, and looked over the horizon facing away from the village: there was, amongst it all, a single collection of mist in the desolate, sandy plains in the uninhabited Badlands.

Rarity jumped off her house, skillfully sliding and jumping down the backside of the hills, making her way to the collection of mist…

[Nearly half-an-hour later…]

Rarity reached the outskirts of the mist, patting herself off. She entered it fearlessly, and after a long time of walking through it, she reached the inside: a single hill laid beneath the mist, with a cascading, calm waterfall.

Rarity walked up to the waterfall, and used her magic to split it into a curtain, as she jumped through to the back of it. The waterfall closed behind her, as she laid her eyes on her prize.

She cooed upon seeing the sleeping Spike: so protected in his royal-guard armor, yet so innocent and defenseless in his sleep.

She was about to sing his name out to wake him up, until she suddenly remembered the argument she had before.

“Perhaps not… Maybe I’ll get him to apologize, first…” Rarity thought, still upset at their earlier argument.

“Called me here, and you couldn’t even stay up for my arrival?” Rarity said loudly, shifting Spike out of his sleep.

He looked up, helmet still on.

“Apologies if doing hard, honest work makes me a bit tired.” Spike said with a low, seemingly uncaring voice.

Rarity was taken aback; Spike never usually responded to her sassiness with this behavior. She decided she would push, nonetheless.

“Honest work for Princess Twilight? I don’t think that fits.” Rarity said, crossing her arms.

“I work for the people, not for Twilight. Get it straight, hm?” Spike said, standing up and unrolling a paper.

Rarity could see he was clearly edged. She decided she would divert the mood.

“So, uh… Waterfalls when the tears cascade? Seriously? Goodness, you can’t get any cornier!” Rarity teased, chuckling.

“It got you here, didn’t it?” Spike said, shrugging. His behavior began to unnerve Rarity.

She decided to try and diver the mood a different way, knowing the one surefire way she could force Spike to open up, or at least change his attitude.

“I don’t imagine you called me here for just another argument, hm?” Rarity asked, as she seductively walked over to Spike, and ran her hands over the chest-plating of his light-armor.

“Actually,” Spike began, stepping back from Rarity.

“I did. I just have some information from Twilight that might prove a bit useful to you.” Spike said, dryly.

“Oh? I-is that so…?” Rarity said with a small stutter; usually, in one of the few times they had privacy, Spike was much happier and ‘happier’ to see her. The sudden coldness sort of threw her off, emotionally.

“B-but that can wait, right? I mean, it’s been a while since we’ve-,”

“Look, Miss Bejeweled, do you want the info or not? I’m on a tight schedule.” Spike interrupted.

“Spike…?” Rarity asked, concerned and a bit hurt that she had been rejected twice now.

“Is something bothering you? Did I do something wrong?” Rarity asked, her face wrenching into worry and rejection.

“It’s f-,” Spike began, but stopped himself, turning. He shook his head furiously, before turning back to Rarity.

“God, has being a lone thief for so long killed your social skills!? Gah, I just wanted you to apologize for what you said!” Spike yelled, obviously annoyed.

“A-apolo-?”

“My career is not just some charade, and my status and title are more than just the result of your little altercation with Twilight and our attempted collaboration at fixing that, are we understood?” Spike said firmly, standing face-to-face with the now submissive Rarity.

“… I-I’m sorry… I know you work hard, I was… I don’t know, I was just upset, I guess… I-I’m sorry…” Rarity said in a small whimper, afraid t
hat she was on the verge of losing her relationship with Spike.

“Thank you! Now I can stop acting like this!” Spike said, his mean coldness immediately dropping, as he rushed up to hug the whimpering Rarity.

“I hate making you feel like this, but you’ve gotta understand what you’re saying when you get caught up in your emotions… I love you, Rarity, but I really do work hard to ensure that this world is a better place. Not just for the people or Twilight…” Spike said, as Rarity’s whimpers slowed, Spike’s warmth comforting her.

“I work hard making it better for you, too… So when you called it a charade, made it seem like it was fake, that really hurt…” Spike said, his hug tightening.

“I… I really am sorry, Spike… I-,”

“Shh, I know. It’s alright, I accept all your apologies. I’m sorry, too, Rarity. I could’ve been more thoughtful and considerate in my words, too.” Spike said, pulling away.

“It’s fine, Spike… I love you, Spike…” Rarity said, prompting him to repeat it to her, so she could hear it again.

“I love you, too, Rarity. You won’t ever be alone.” Spike said.

Those words seemed to calm Rarity, as both sat down against the wall in the small cave behind the waterfall.

“We should live together out here one day.” Rarity said, resting her head on his shoulder, which was thankfully, not the one with much armoring.

“We should.” Spike agreed, holding Rarity’s hand.

More minutes of silence followed, before Rarity decided she could wait no longer.

“So, like I was saying…” Rarity began, crawling to kneel in front of the sitting Spike.

“I don’t expect you came all this way just for another argument, did you?” Rarity asked, her tone more seductive, now that she wasn’t using it to just diver the mood.

“P-Perhaps, I didn’t…” Spike said, as Rarity removed his helmet, tossing it aside.

“You know, there are two things you always fail to remember once we get our privacy…” Rarity said, caressing his jaw, as she crawled over to straddle him.

“Oh boy… And, uh, what’s that?” Spike asked, as red flushed to his cheeks.

“One, that a lady should never make the first move…” Rarity began, as she began to close the distance between their lips.

Rarity began to half-moon her eyes, beginning to feel that familiar, addicting feeling in her heart, knowing Spike was caught in her spell.
“Second… You should never make a lady wait for anything…” Rarity said, as she finally kissed Spike…