Author's Note

To be honest with you guys, I really didn't think this story would get that popular. But I'm getting my notifications blown up like crazy, and I'm happy you guys enjoy this story so much! Thanks for reading and liking it, I just thought this'd be a fun little thing to write. And, for all of you wondering, this is my first clop story I have ever written. Never have written any sexual stuff...unless you count jokes and the like.

Trouble

Spike and Gilda arrived at the crystal castle that he lived in. To say Gilda was impressed would be factually sound, but she couldn't help but feel like Spike was eyeing the walls with hunger. She knew dragon bloods ate gems, they had really strong jaws in general, but she could practically feel him mentally eating the gem walls. She shivered, before walking a bit closer to Spike, his tanned skin emitting great waves of heat.

Spike looked up at her, smiling, his fangs showing in the process. She couldn't help but be impressed on how fast he returned in a good mood. He was almost kidnapped, raped, and forced into prostitution, but he acted like none of that happened. Gilda clenched her fist, knowing she would have done a lot worse than just knock them out, she would have made them crippled, maybe even shatter a few bones to teach them a lesson.

"So...you liking Ponyville?" Spike asked, his emerald eyes scanning the room quietly. Gilda looked him over.

For living in a castle, he seemed really tan for his age. Maybe he was born with that skin color? She looked over his wild, emerald hair, appearing as spikes on his head. His ears were pointed like an elf, most likely allowing him to hear better. His tail quietly waved behind him, small green spikes running along the top, having a spaded end. Her eyes traveled up to his boy-ish face, and blushed a little, before looking away.

"It's alright." Gilda replied, drawing the younger man's attention. "It's nice and quiet, I'm used to the hustle and bustle of the city."

Spike nodded, scratching the back of his neck, looking up at the taller woman. "I know what you mean. I grew up in Canterlot, myself. Though it was a good change of pace, and the people here are nice."

Gilda nodded, and Spike looked her up and down, blushing to himself. Gilda was a mixture of power and beauty. Spike saw her light skin, despite her constant time outside, and he could see that she spent her time wisely. Her arms were neither skinny or fat, but had muscles that definitely proved she was a warrior at heart and at body. Her legs definitely drew his gaze and he would place them in the "thick" category, perfect for her figure. Her butt was big and round, and Spike couldn't help but blush, a puff of smoke erupting from his nose, looking at it. His eyes traced up to her face, and found her yellow eyes, calm at the moment, but he could tell that it would switch at the moment a threat arrived.

"Really now?" Gilda asked, snapping Spike out of his musings. "Did you get to see the Princess?"

"See her? She's my Mom, I lived with her." Spike responded, walking forward, Gilda frozen in her tracks. He noticed this and looked back, confusion appearing on his face. "What? Is something wrong?"

She gave a nervous smile and replied, "Nothing's wrong. Let's just tell your...caretaker what happened, then I can go home."

Spike shrugged, then continued on, not noticing the panicked expression Gilda had. Spike was a prince? Why didn't Rainbow Dash tell her that? He's pretty laid back for the royal type. Why doesn't he have any bodyguards? Does that make Luna his aunt? Why hasn't she heard about this before? Spike was a dragon blood, a normal Human gave birth to him? Why was she still thinking about the monster he had in his pants?

Gilda's mind was swimming in thoughts, but Spike was smiling goodly up at her, asking, "Where did you learn how to fight like that?"

Gilda was snapped out of her thoughts, then looked down at him, smiling a little, "My mom taught me. Doesn't hurt to practice every now and again."

Spike pursed his lips in thought, then asked, "Would you mind teaching me some moves?"

Gilda looked down at him, her eyebrow raised, then asked, "I thought dragon bloods were naturally strong, why do you want me to teach you stuff?"

Spike couldn't help but blush in embarrassment, looking everywhere but at her. "We are strong but...I never learned how to fight. Best I can do is bite and hit people with my tail."

Gilda shivered at the thought; dragon bloods ate gems and other minerals, she knew Spike's bite would break through bone with no trouble at all. She gave a look around once they stopped, and noticed Spike poised to knock on the door. He hesitated, then looked up at Gilda, who gave a reassuring smile. He gave a deep breath and knocked, the loud bangs echoing throughout the quiet hall ways.

The sound of shuffling and broken glass shifted through the door, a few curses following throughout the whole scene. The door opened to show a half asleep woman with dark purple hair and pink highlights. She gave them a glance, before mumbling and going back inside. Gilda couldn't help but be amused at the Princess, looking like she was half asleep when she opened the door.

"Alright, what's wrong?" Twilight asked, narrowing her eyes at Gilda. Gilda shifted at the spot, unable to meet Twilight's eye.

Spike looked at Gilda, then gave a reassuring smile, before Twilight opened the door some more, allowing Spike in. She closed it, leaving Gilda out there. A few moments passed, Gilda could hear the hushed voices of the two talking, and quietly looked down at her feet. To say she was uncomfortable would be an understatement, she felt like she was the odd one out, despite being in the same building with a princess and a boy that descended from dragons.

"THEY DID WHAT?!"

Gilda flinched, only to be pulled into the room and raised into the air. She gave a gulp, seeing Twilight's eyes glowing, her hand covered in a purple aura. Gilda was raised more, and gave a nervous smile to Spike, who was yelling at Twilight.

"No! Twilight! She saved my life!" He yelled, causing Twilight to look at the dragon blood. Gilda gulped as she was slowly put on the ground, Twilight sending a glare her way. "She beat them into the dirt and walked me home, Gilda saved me. It's alright, everyone's fine!"

"I will talk to you in a minute." Twilight said, glaring at Gilda. Gilda was a tough woman, she was scared of no one. However, that didn't stop the shiver running down her spine at Twilight's tone.

Gilda was pushed out of the room by her magic and the door slammed shut behind her. A few moments later, Spike came out, sighing a little, a puff of smoke erupting from his jaws. Gilda cleared her throat, and Spike looked up at her, then spoke, "I talked her out of sending you and the other two to the moon."

"Oh. She's that mad?"

"Furious more like, but I explained what happened., and now she seems to be calm. Still wants to talk to you though."

Gilda raised her eyebrow, then smiled, saying jokingly, "Did ya put in the good word for me?"

Spike chuckled and nodded, before Gilda ruffled his hair, walking in. "I'd be careful though. She still seems cautious of you."

The door shut behind Gilda, and she saw Twilight pacing around the room, mumbling to herself. She looked at Gilda, then smiled sheepishly, clearing her throat, "Sorry about the whole....dragging you into the room thing."

"It's cool. I know how protective some people can get."

"That is no excuse for my behavior." Twilight said, then flicked her hand, a chair opening up for Gilda. Said woman sat down, seeing the princess pace around again. "Then again, my little brother almost got molested and kidnapped without you, so the behavior seemed appropriate at the moment."

"Princess-"

"Maybe I should hire guards to protect Spike." Twilight interrupted Gilda, giving a thoughtful expression, her pace increasing in speed as her eyes filled with worry. "It might make him a target, but at least I'd know he'd be safe. Then again, knowing what kind of monsters are out there, they wouldn't be much of a match."

"Princess." Gilda tried, but her voice was drowned by Twilight's worry and reasons. "Princess Twilight." She tried, but was ignored again, giving a small huff of annoyance. "Twilight!"

Twilight was snapped out of her musings by Gilda's shout, and gave another sheepish smile. "Sorry. What did you say?"

"Well, I was going to suggest I could watch over Spike. Be his unofficial guard."

"I couldn't. I mean, sure, the others wouldn't mind watching him, but Gilda, you barely know him! And, no offense, but you do not seem like the guard type, standing by to wait for trouble."

"I could watch him when you're not around, it'd give me a chance to get to know him. Besides, the little squirt has grown on me already."

Twilight gave Gilda a curious glance, before thinking for a moment. A sigh erupted from the princess, then she nodded. "Alright, you can be his unofficial guard." Twilight relented, Gilda mentally fistpumping at the choice. "It's getting late, maybe you should stay here for the night?"

Gilda considered her options. She could go out in the freezing air and fly home to a familiar bed...but, she was already being offered a bed here, and she couldn't pass up sleeping in a castle. Not many could brag about that.

"Thank you, princess." Gilda said, opening the door, then stopped when she heard Twilight call her.

"Just...keep him safe."

"It's Spike, how hard could it be?"

Gilda exited, and Twilight rolled her eyes, smirking. "You'd be surprised."