Rarity loves Spike

by StoryWeaverKP

Rating: mature
Tags: Rarity, Spike, Horror, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Rainbow Dash
Length: 5637

Spike makes a wish that turns out to be more complicated than he expected.

Ever since Spike moved to Ponyville, he had been totally into Rarity. Too bad for the little dragon, it was unrequited love. If only Rarity could love him too, then his whole world would be way better. In an unexpected turn of events, Spike gets his wish granted! His whole world is about to get better right? (Insert sinister laughter here)

Published 2017-06-28 02:50:07 UTC
Last updated 2017-06-28 02:50:07 UTC

Rarity loves Spike

Rarity loves Spikes

“Spike, wake up. Wake up little dragon. I have something special for you.”

Slowly, Spike opened his eyes and let out a wide yawn. A deep chill had crept into his room, and a slight illumination appeared from somewhere. It wasn’t the normal kind of light though, unlike the kind you might get from a candle. A small radius around him appeared brighter… sort of, but the floor, his bed, and even his scales had taken on a completely grey color. On the edge of light, everything appeared black, as one might expect from a normal candle.

“Hello?” Spike asked. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in his small basket bed. “Is some pony there?”

Once more, a soft voice whispered on the barest edge of hearing. The voice carried the sweetness of two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against one another. “I’m here. Look up.”

Spike turned his attention just above him. His eyes widened to as far as they could go, and he fell to his back in the middle of his basket bed.

A single glowing black flame hovered in the air, and grey light stretched from its flickering fire. Spike glanced down to his scales once more and realized the color had been drained from him, and the darkness retreated away from whatever this unusual phenomenon was.

“What are you?” Spike whispered. “What do you want with me?”

The small black flame bounced in the air a couple of times, and the uneasy rhythm of delighted laughter wrapped around Spike.

“I am a friend,” the black flame said. “and I want to grant you a wish.”

“A w-wish?” Spike asked.

The radius of the colorless light expanded a couple of inches, and another violent, icy shiver scrapped down Spike’s scales.

“Yes, any wish you could ever want.” The black flame circled above Spike, but it hovered well out of his reach.
Spike winced as he grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his body. His little dragon head peeked out of the covers, and he pushed himself back as far as he could go in the bed. No matter where he moved, the little black flame maintained its flight pattern over him.

“Don’t be afraid,” the flame cooed. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m here to grant you a wish. What is your heart’s greatest desire?”

Spike tipped back over the edge of his basket bed, and it stood up on its side. Even though he hit the ground with a thud, the noise had been drastically muted. In fact, had he not been the one to actually fall on the ground, Spike might not have realized it happened in the first place.

“I d-don’t really want anything,” Spike said. “M-maybe you should go visit some pony else.”

The small flame laughed again, and it bobbed and weaved in place, directly over him.

“You want nothing?” the flame asked. “Not even… Rarity?”

Spike’s heart beat faster, and he stood up. The blankets still concealed his entire body, aside from his face. He gaped up at the mysterious fire with a new longing.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Spike asked.

The little black fire laughed. “I can see into your heart. You love her, don’t you?”

Spike merely nodded.

“Wouldn’t you like it if she loved you back?” The black flame asked.

Spike licked his lips. “You can do that?”

“Of course,” The black flame said. “All you have to say is “I wish for…” and whatever your heart’s desire is.”

The blankets dropped away from Spike’s body, and he held his hands together in front of him against the center of his chest. “Really? This isn’t a joke or something is it?”

“I promise this is no joke,” The black flame replied.

A broad smile covered Spike’s face, and he even danced a little in place. “I can’t believe it. This is going to be great! It’s going to be-”

“Spike,” the black flame said.

“-and we’re going to have eight little fillies and foals! Can dragons and ponies even have babies together? Oh well, we’ll-”

“Spike…” the black flame said a little more intently.

“-and she’s going to kiss me on my face, and I want to kiss her on her plo-”

“SPIKE!” The black flame roared.

Immediately, Spike fell to the ground and cringed in the light of the ominous, floating flame. His body shook, and his tail wrapped under him. He sucked on the tip of his tail nervously.

The black flame said softly, “You have to say I wish…” The tone and cadence of the voice grew more sinister. “Now say it!”
Spike’s words quivered with dread filled terror. “I w-wish th-that Rarity was madly in love with m-me.”

A brief moment of heavy silence hung in the air before the black flame grew brighter. It pulsated bigger and bigger as it laughed all the more intensely. The radius of its effect spread throughout the entire room, and then a massive bright, grey light blinded him.

***

“Spike, wake up! What are you doing on the floor like that?”

A great sense of grogginess flooded Spike’s consciousness as he pushed himself up off of the hard, unyielding surface. His body ached and his head spun with the fury of giant twister.

Spike groaned as he managed to get to a stand beside the purple alicorn princess.

“Are you alright Spike?” Twilight asked. “You look terrible.”

A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes, but it was slowly dissipating.

“I had the weirdest dream last night,” Spike said. “Or I think I did. I don’t really remember it.” His mental will refused to reveal the secrets from the night prior, and any effort he put into trying to unveil the mysteries sent tremors through his brain.

“Well, maybe some breakfast will make you feel better,” Twilight said. “We have a big day planned. First, we’re res-shelving the arcane quantum meta-physical tomes into the unproven, magi-scientific section of the library, then we’re going to find the book on other worldly fire-based phenomena by Starswirl the Bearded, and then Rarity is coming over for lunch, and –”

“Hey!” Spike said excitedly. “That reminds me. I think Rarity was in my dream last night.”

Twilight just rolled her eyes. “Of course she was. Come on, casa nova. We should get started.

***

“Just one more little slice should do it,” Spike whispered.

He stood on his little stool in the kitchen of the crystal castle, and his attention centered on the little cutting board on the counter. Pieces of exquisite cheese, fruits, and small pieces of bread sat together, freshly diced into bite-sizes. A large plate of cheese and daffodil sandwiches rested beside the cutting board. Spike grabbed another plate, and then gently stacked the cheeses, fruit, and bread in to little piles.

“She’s going to love this!” Spike said. “Once she sees this, she’ll finally realize what an amazing little dragon I am!”

Spike placed the knife on the plate of sandwiches, grabbed both plates, and then carefully walked out into the next room. With each consecutive step, the butterflies in his stomach grew larger, more numerous, and way more energetic. This wasn’t a new feeling for him. Every time he saw the beautiful white mare, every inch of Spike’s body rejoiced. Though he was still a young dragon, he had seen his fair share of the pony-ladies. No pony , not even the princesses, could compare to Rarity’s sense of elegance, radiance, or sophistication.

His mouth grew drier as he stepped into the dining room. Both Twilight and Rarity sat on the far end of the crystal dining table. From the looks of it, Rarity’s face was contorted in discomfort, and she spoke to the alicorn princess in hushed tones.

As Spike got closer, he started to overhear them.

Rarity whispered, “- and no matter what I do, I can’t shake this unusual feeling of longing. Something is tugging at my soul, and I can’t seem to break past this elusive barrier. I have to design this new ensemble for Hoity Toity, but I’m extremely distracted.”

“And you don’t know what caused it?” Twilight asked. “Or what you’re longing for?”

“No, darling. I can’t figure it out for the life of me. I’ve tried everything!” Rarity frowned.

White hot tension flicked at Spike’s soul. A lovely face such as Rarity’s should never be doomed to be cast into sorrow or discomfort. Spike hurried his movements.

“Hiya Rarity!” Spike said. “I brought some sandwiches and snacks for you.”

“Oh, thank you, Spi-”Rarity started to give him a passing glance, but then she stared a little more intently. Her azure eyes sparkled like diamonds, and her mouth fell ajar.

Twilight switched her attention from the white mare, to Spike, and then back to Rarity.

“Hey, Rarity, are you okay?” Twilight asked. “Helllooooo?”

When Spike had first entered into the room, Rarity and Twilight had been seated in tall-backed crystal chairs, and Rarity had been on the other side of the table. Without taking her eyes off of Spike, Rarity hopped onto the table and galloped closer to him. She didn’t blink, and it barely looked like she was breathed

“Rarity?” Twilight asked.

Spike just watched her, and while he would have normally reveled in being in her view, something about the whole exchange seemed … off. He beamed an awkward smile at her, and that only encouraged Rarity to move faster. She hopped off of the table and landed right in front of Spike. The tip of her muzzle got closer to his body, and she slapped the plates out of Spike’s claws. All of the food spilled onto the floor, and the plates wobbled beside them.

“Rarity! What in the hay are you doing?!” Twilight asked loudly.

Rarity just stared at Spike. By this point, she stood over him, and her head kept moving in different positions. She never stopped looking at him though.

Spike took a step back, which caused Rarity to blink several times.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, darlings.” Rarity shook her head several times. “I don’t know what came over me.” Her horn glowed, and the plates, the food, and the knife floated into the air.

In an instant, the cheeses, bread, and fruits rested on one plate, and the sandwiches rested on the other. Both plates and knife gently landed on the table.

Rarity said, “I’m sure the food is still edible. In fact, it looks so delicious.” Rarity regarded Spike once more. “Did you make this for us?” Her eyes batted.

Spike shifted in his spot. “Um… yeah. Twilight mentioned that we would be having lunch, and so I wanted to do something special for you.”

“How thoughtful of you,” Rarity whispered. “You’ve always been so sweet to me. And I can’t help but notice that-”

Twilight landed beside Rarity and placed her hoof against the white mare’s forehead. She let out a slight humph. “You don’t have a fever. Have you by chance come into contact with any strange magical artifacts lately?”

Rarity regarded her. “Magical artifacts? Why no. I have been up to my coiffeur in fabrics for days now. Perhaps I have just gone a little stir crazy.” She turned to Spike once more. “Or perhaps…” he eyes got wide. “I’ve been struck with INSPIRATION!”

“Inspiration?” Twilight asked.

Rarity took another step closer to Spike. “Why yes. You know, I’ve never noticed how… beautiful you are, Spike. You are truly elegant beyond compare.”

Spike’s spirit flickered within him, and the delight beamed out though his wide smile. “R-really, Rarity? You really think so?”

“Of course, darling.” Rarity’s voice had become more breathless. “I’m seeing you in a new light, and I absolutely love this new perspective.” She got closer to him and ran a hoof over his scales. “Dare I say, this may be true love!”

A nervous chuckle bubbled past Twilight’s lips as she placed herself right between Spike and Rarity. “Okay, personal boundaries. Spike might not mind, but I’m feeling a litttttttttle uncomfortable with all this touching.”

Rarity took a few back steps away from Twilight, and her expression immediately shifted. Her once beautiful smile contorted into a raw and rage filled snarl. Rarity’s blue eyes shimmered with a never before seen sense of ire. Spike peered at the white mare from behind his long-time master. Once more, the sudden inkling of strangeness filtered throughout his body.

Rarity’s voice came out in a husky tone. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Excuse me?” Twilight asked, clearly as confused as Spike was.

Rarity’s jaw clenched, and she stomped her hoof against the crystal floors. Her voice raised several octaves. “I said what do you think you’re doing?!” She breathed heavy several times. “Get out of the way of my Spikey Wikey!”

“Your Spikey Wikey?” Twilight stepped toward Rarity, and her horn began to glow. “Somethings wrong, and I’m going to get to the bottom of this. Let me cast a-”

Rarity’s horn also glowed, and suddenly, Twilight’s words stopped short. Her wings opened completely and unexpectedly, and she staggered back a little. A crimson liquid dripped onto the crystal floor.

Spike’s eyes grew wider. “Tw-Twilight?”

Twilight’s body collapsed to the ground, but she convulsed wildly. Rarity’s horn still glowed with magic, and the white mare glared down with utter contempt.

“No pony gets in the way of my Spikey Wikey and me,” Rarity said. “NO PONY!”

The knife that Spike had brought into the room glowed with Rarity’s magic, and it was pulled from the front of Twilight’s body.

A sudden and anguish-filled wheeze danced on the air. “R-run , Spike. Ru-”

The knife plunged into Twilights skull over and over again, and the white mare screamed.

Spike spun around and sprinted out of the room as Rarity continued to wail and stab.

***

“Pinkie!!!” Spike scream. “I need your help!”

Spike barreled in through the back door of Sugar Cube Corner, tears streaming down his cheeks. Pinkie stood in front of an opened stove, and she held a tray of hot muffins in her teeth. Or rather, she had bit down on an oven mitt, which in turn held the tray of muffins. A rather perplexed look covered her face.

Pinkie set the tray down. “Spike? What’s wrong? That’s no face a happy lappy sappy dragon should make.”
Spike fell to her hooves. “It’s terrible. Rarity has gone crazy! She stabbed Twilight, and now she’s coming after me. We have to get the others.”

Pinkie tilted her head. “Stabbed? What are you talking about? Rarity is our friend, and she would never do something like that.” A sudden grin covered her face. “Is this a prank? Is Rainbow trying to get me back for switching out her birth control for breath mints?” Pinkie chuckled. “That silly filly. I’ll never fall for that.”

Spike rubbed his wet-stained face against Pinkie’s legs. “No, this is serious. You have to help me.”

A chilling voice slowly came into hearing. For the first time in all his life, the fashionista’s voice made Spike cringe.

“Spiiiiike! Where arrrrre you? Come out, my Spikey Wikeyyyy!”

Spike grabbed Pinkie’s front limbs tighter.

“Oh no!” Spike said. “There she is!”

Pinkie Pie just laughed. “Wow, you’re really committed to this. I’m so impressed. I’m planning a wicked prank on Mayor Mare next week, and you’ve got to help me with it.” Pinkie reached down and bit one of Spike’s head spines. She lifted him up, carried him over to a little cabinet, and set him inside. “Don’t worry, Little Spikey Wikey. I won’t tell the big, bad Rarity where you are.” Pinkie winked at him.

“No, you don’t understand!” Spike said. “She’s going to-”

“Shhhhh!” Pinkie Pie said. She closed the cabinet, but left the doors ajar just enough for Spike to see out.
Spike clutched his tail to his chest, and he quaked.

Pinkie closed the stove and then regarded her muffins again. Rarity’s voice kept getting louder. Spike’s teeth chattered, and he slapped his claw over his mouth to muffle the constant ticker-tackering. Icy dread filled his insides, and every time he swallowed, a small splash of bile and vomit teased the back of his tongue.

Rarity walked into the back of Sugar Cube Corner’s kitchen and a delighted grin spread across her cheeks. Had Spike not seen the gruesome display earlier, he might have been awe struck and intoxicated over how gorgeous Rarity looked.

“Oh hello there Pinkie Pie,” Rarity said.

Pinkie Pie gave the white mare a smirk. “Hey Rarity. Would you like some of these super, duper yummy muffins? You better act fact before Derpy buys us out… again.” She giggled.

“That sounds delightful,” Rarity said. “But I’m actually looking for Spike. Have you seen him?”

Pinkie giggled again, and she turned to fetch something from a far cabinet.

“Oh, are you?” Pinkie asked. “How very unexpected that is!”

For just a moment, a vicious, contemptuous stare flashed across Rarity’s face. By the time Pinkie turned back around, Rarity smiled just as elegantly as she did before.

“Oh no,” Spike whispered.

“Yes, darling,” Rarity replied. “If you could just tell me where he is, that would be smashing.”

Pinkie locked eye-contact with her for a moment, but neither mare said anything. Seconds passed before Pinkie grinned from ear to ear.

“Sorry, I can’t tell you!” Pinkie replied. “Wish I could, but I can’t.”

Rarity narrowed her eyes, but her smile remained. “So you don’t know where he is, then?”

Pinkie just smiled at her.

A subtle, and discordant chuckle wiggled its way past Rarity’s lips. “So you do know then?”

“Mayyyybe,” Pinkie replied.

Rarity pointed a hoof at her. “But you’re not going to tell me, are you?”

“Nope!” Pinkie took the muffin tray, and then dumped the muffins onto the counter.

A blue magic aura covered the back door of Sugar Cube Corner, and it gently closed. The aura had the exact same hue as the aura that surrounded Rarity’s horn. As soon as the door closed completely, both the horn and the door stopped glowing.

“On an unrelated matter, I was curious about something,” Rarity said. “I see there is a large trunk against the wall. What’s in it?”

Pinkie glanced behind her. “The trunk? I think it has spare parts for the different mixing machines in it.”

“So I assume it’s rather heavy then?” Rarity asked with seeming innocence.

“Oh yeah!” Pinkie said. “Its really hea-”

A large trunk enveloped in a blue magic aura slammed into Pinkie Pie’s face. The pink mare collapsed onto the floor, and the trunk floated above the back of her head. It pounded down on top of Pinkie Pie over and over, and each time it did, the sound effects grew squishier.

After the fourth strike, Rarity stepped over Pinkie Pie’s quivering body.

In a calm voice, Rarity asked, “Where is Spikey Wikey? I suggest you tell me now, otherwise you’ll force me to become unrefined.” She laughed a little. “You wouldn’t want to make a lady unrefined, would you?”

Pinkie croaked, “Wh-why are y-you-”

Crunch! Crunch! The trunk drove into Pinkie’s back and against her neck. A faint whimper filled the interior of the kitchen.
Rarity said, “I will not ask you again. Where is my Spikey Wikey?”

Pinkie coughed a little, and spit blood onto the kitchen floor. “H-he’s going to…” she paused. “c-catch a hot air balloon.”

“A hot air balloon?” Rarity asked. “But it’s so high up! He could fall and be smashed to pieces on the unyielding ground. I simply can’t let this be!” She narrowed her eyes at Pinkie. “But first…”

The trunk slammed into Pinkie’s skull several more times before Rarity set it beside the ruined pink mare. She used her magic to grab several bags of flour, and instant later, the entire kitchen was covered in fine, white powder.

Carefully, Rarity used her magic to pick up Pinkie’s broken body. One of the stoves opened, and Pinkie floated in. As soon as the door closed behind the unmoving body, the interior of the stove became bright orange. One of the little knobs on the top of the stove had become illuminated in bright blue magic, and it had been turned all the way up.
Rarity left the kitchen a few moments after that.

The back of Sugar Cube Corner became deathly silent for a full minute before Mr. Cake walked into the kitchen. He looked around at the mess, shook his head, and walked back up to the front of the store.

Spike placed his head in his claws. His lungs heaved and twisted, and absolute torment manifested itself in his mind and soul. Why was this happening? It didn’t make any sense.

A sudden tingling fell over him, and something on the edge of his memory tickled him slightly. Images bounced in his mind’s eye for a second before they faded. What were these things he was seeing? A glowing flame? No… not glowing, but black, and it emitted colorless light? Was there a voice too?

Wait… did Spike cause this somehow?

There was a voice last night, he just knew it. What did it say?

An unsettling fragrance of cooked meat wafted on the air, and nausea punched Spike over and over. It grew in potency as the seconds passed, and soon, the entire bakery would be saturated in its stink. If he remained here any longer, some pony was going to find him. His eyes widened. Would they think he did it?

Spike eased out of the cabinet, and he hastily made it for the door.

He beamed one last mournful look at the glowing stove interior. “I’m sorry. I tried to warn you.”

If Rarity was on her way to the hot air balloon stand, then she would be closest to the road leading to Sweet Apple Acres. Fluttershy’s cottage was also in that direction, so that left only one mare he could turn to.

Spike ran out of the back of Sugar Cube Corner, but as soon as he did, a blue magic aura enveloped him. His blood froze.
Every inch of his skin crinkled up, and he whimpered loudly. Slowly, the magic aura lifted him into the air and carried him toward the mouth of an alley.

Rarity stood within the alley, and a crazed grin spread beneath her gorgeous blue eyes. As soon as Spike was in hoof distance, the white mare reached up and caressed Spike’s cheek.

“Oh, my silly little dragon,” Rarity cooed. “Did you really think I was going to fall prey to that outlandish story? Tisk, tisk, tisk. Now, come along. I have exciting plans for us.”

Spike’s tears trailed down his cheeks. “Please, no.”

Rarity frowned at him. “But why ever not? I thought you loved me, Spikey Wikey.”

“I d-do!” Spike said.

The grin returned. “And I love you! Oh so much! And when two ponies love one another they deserve to be together.” Her pupils got smaller amidst her azure irises. “Forever.”

Spike winced. “But I’m not a pony. I’m a dragon!”

“Oh pish posh.” Rarity trotted out of the alleyway, and Spike floated beside her.

No matter how much Spike squirmed, he couldn’t seem to break free of Rarity’s magic. She didn’t even notice, or at least pretended not to. Rarity hummed a little tune as she maneuvered between the buildings of Ponyville.

She didn’t take the main avenue though, even though it would have been faster. Whenever another pony came into view, Rarity stopped, placed her side to the wall, and even lined Spike against the same wall. As soon as it was clear, Rarity moved again.

Desperation choked Spike vengefully. He sobbed again.

“I can’t believe you killed Twilight and Pinkie,” Spike said.

Rarity stopped, and she gave him a pleasing stare. “Oh Spikey Wikey, you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t kill Twilight or Pinkie.”
Spike sniffled. “Wh-what do you mean?”

Rarity replied, “Twilight killed herself when she got in my way, and well… to be honest darling, you’re the one to blame for Pinkie’s death.”

It got harder to breath. Spike whimpered, “No, you’re the on-”

“Had you not run away from me, I wouldn’t have had to deal with our dearly departed party planner. It’s all your fault, but I forgive you, Spikey Wikey,” Rarity said.

A sudden rainbow-colored streak zipped across the sky, and Spike’s eyes lit up. He opened his mouth to scream.

“Spikey Wikey,” Rarity said calmly. “Think about what you’re about to do. Are you really prepared to be the cause for yet another one of our friends’ deaths?”

Spike’s voice evaporated in his throat.

Rarity watched the rainbow streak as well. “Let me paint two scenarios for you, my adorable, purple-scaled companion. Scenario one, you can stop struggling and come with me, or Scenario two, you can call Rainbow Dash, and I will brutally murder her. Odds are, you’ll get away and retreat to the safety of our other friends’ homes, which will in turn result in their deaths too. Which would you prefer?”

Every bone in Spike’s body shook wildly within him, and his soul radiated with a constant influx of disbelief, torment, and heightened anxiety.

"W-w-w..” Spike started.

Rarity leaned in and kissed his scaled cheek. “Calm down, darling. You don’t have anything to fear. I have something wonderful planned for the two of us. We’re going to make the perfect pair.”

“W-w-why are you doing this?” Spike asked. “Why are you willing to kill our best friends?”

Rarity tilted her head, and gave him a bewildered expression. “Why? Because I love you, Spikey Wikey. You belong to me, and no pony will ever get in my way again.”

“Something’s wrong with you, Rarity,” Spike said. “It’s all my fault, I must have done something. I don’t remember what it was, but I know it’s all because of me.”

Rarity laughed. “Oh Spikey Wikey, you’re fretting over nothing. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Spike sniffled once more, and he bawled his little fists. “I’ll never stop trying to fix you. I’ll go to Princess Celestia, and she’ll make you well again.”

Rarity frowned. “So you’re going to try and escape me again?”

He swallowed hard. “Y-yes. It’s for your own good.”

Rarity brought a hoof up to her face, and she glanced off to the side. “The only way you could escape me is by flying away … and there are only two of our friends who could do that… Well, this is troubling.”

She glanced about and noticed several large bags of potatoes sitting in a cart in one of the back alleys. A wide smile grew on her face. “Ideeeea!!!!”

One of the potato bags glowed, and it tipped over. Potatoes plummeted into the base of the cart, and the bag itself began tearing into thin strips. Spike’s arms went behind his back, and one of the bag strips bound his hand together. Another strip bound his feet, and a third covered his mouth. Rarity grinned at him the whole time.

“Watch closely, darling.” Rarity licked her dry lips. “I hope I only have to show you this… one more time.”

Rarity set Spike besides one of the buildings, and then she used her magic to pile full bags of potatoes on top of him so that he was concealed. His little face still peeked out, although most ponies would probably overlook it.

In a loud voice, Rarity screamed out, “Raaaaaiiiinbow! Oh Raaaaaainbow Daaaaash!”

Utter silence filled the back alleys like a dense fog, and Spike watched with wide eyes. Dread coated his insides like moss.
He couldn’t move, and he could barely breathe.

Rarity stood in the center of the alley, and she watched the sky. Spike’s panic flourished when she glanced at him and said “And it begins.”

An instant later, Rainbow Dash landed beside the white mare.

“Hey Rare,” Rainbow Dash said. “It’s a great day for flying. I have to savor it all I can before it’s too late.”

“Too late?” Rarity asked. “Too late for what? Winter is still quite some time away.”

Rainbow Dash groaned. “That Pinkie Pie…. She’s gone too far this time. I’m…” Rainbow rolled her eyes. “I’m freakin’ pregnant. This is so uncool. It’s going to severely hamper my cloud clearing time averages.”

Rarity frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that, darling, but maybe I can cheer you up.”

Spike’s heart thumped in his ears.

“Oh?” Rainbow asked. “I could definitely use a pick me up.”

“It’s actually a spell Twilight taught me,” Rarity said. “You’ll find it… most interesting.”

Rarity’s horn glowed with arcane light, and a second later, Rainbow Dash’s whole body shimmered. When the shimmering stopped, Rainbow Dash frowned at Rarity. She opened her mouth to speak, but no noise came out.

Rarity looked directly at Spike. “It’s a noise canceling spell. Isn’t that great, darling?”

Rainbow Dash glanced in Spike’s direction and mouthed a question, but like before, the sound was non-existent.

One of Rainbow Dash’s wings flickered in a blue aura, and it extended. Rainbow Dash looked to Rarity and asked another silent question.

The wing violently twisted as if it were a sponge. Rainbow dropped to her knees and screamed, well silently screamed.

Her wing continued to twist and pull away from her. Tissue and flesh got thinner before it broke apart completely.

The cyan pegasus tried to crawl away, but Rarity covered her in magic. A sick and hungry smile covered Rarity’s face. Rainbow Dash floated in the air, and the other wing extended, just as the first one had.

Rainbow yelled noiselessness at Rarity, perhaps begging her to stop, or asking why she was doing it. It didn’t matter. The wing twisted, pulled, and then was torn off. Tears flowed down Rainbow’s cyan face. Spike couldn’t look away, and he had no more tears to shed either.

Rarity laughed a little as Rainbow’s twitching body floated above her. The pair of discarded wings hovered around Rainbow Dash, one in front of her and one behind her. Both of the wings bloody stumps twisted at the ends until they made visible points. In an instant, they stabbed into the cyan pegasus’ body, one going into her stomach, and one going into her back. Rainbow’s heart lurched back a final time, and her eyes bulged. It only lasted a moment before the pegasus fell totally limp. With her wings fully extended like that, Rainbow Dash resembled a macabre manifestation of the Wonderbolts Logo.

Rarity tossed the mess that was Rainbow Dash into the back of the potato cart. All at once, the potato bags that covered

Spike floated up and then buried Rainbow Dash’s body.

She leaned down and pressed her muzzle against Spike’s nose. “Do we have an understanding about what happens if you run away from me again?”

Spike nodded.

“Oh marvelous,” Rarity replied.

Spike’s binds were untied, and the white mare actually placed the little dragon on her back. Magic didn’t coat his skin like before. Despite that, Spike clutched Rarity’s coat and slumped on her back.

“We have a lot to do,” Rarity said as she walked through one of the alleys and onto the main avenue of Ponyville. “I have so many ideas. This is going to be my best work.”

Spike swallowed hard and he placed his head against the smoothness of Rarity’s white coat. Was this going to be his life now? Ever since he first came to Ponyville, one mare had enchanted his heart and soul. Now, they were going to be together forever, but three of his best friends were dead. Spike sobbed.

Rarity looked back to him. “Don’t be sad, Spikey Wikey. Things are going to get better very soon. I promise. From this day forth, we’re going to be inseparable.”

Spike sniffed. “S-so are we going to get married or something?”

A hearty laugh escaped her. “Why in Equestria would we do something silly like that?”

***

Rarity stepped back, and each breath came in the form of an ecstasy-filled, husky grunt. She licked her lips and gazed at the splendid, beautiful purple scales once more. A sudden giggle flowed up from her throat, but by the time she set it free, it had grown into a wild cackle.

“You’re mine,” she whispered. “All mine, and no pony will ever feel the softness of your touch, or revel in the snugness of your embrace.” She let out a few more husky grunts before her horn glowed again. “Now come to me, my love. I hunger for you in ways you couldn’t possible imagine.”

Rarity stepped over to the large vanity mirror, and she gazed into its depths. She used the reflection to guide her magic. Her nether regions moistened, and her knees wobbled with anticipation.

With the allure of an erotic strip dance, but in reverse, Rarity slipped on the purple dragon scaled dress… slowly. She let out a lusty chuckle as she fastened it to her. The insides had been lines with the finest cashmere Rarity had in stock, and it complemented well with the sleekness of the scales.

She floated over the matching accessory, a unique and gem encrusted headpiece. The core of the headpiece had been constructed directly from the actual skull, but it had been modified to fit Rarity’s head dimensions. A ridge of four lime-green spikey plates went down the central back of the accessory, and accentuating purple and green gems had been embedded along the bottom.

It slowly landed on to the top of Rarity’s head.

Rarity turned around in the mirror, examining her ensemble from multiple vantage points.

“I look simply FABULOUS!” Rarity said before she squealed in delight.

The End