When all else Fails

The sun was still rising and Sweetie Belle was still running. She had hoped that since the sun was raising that would mean ponies would start waking up and that would scare off the mysterious/very-scary stallion, but that was not the case. As what seemed like an eternity the tree shaped library slowly can closer and closer. I'm almost there she thought to herself as she thought the load in her heart was about to be lifted. She finally got to the front door, but it was as if karma itself was listening; the front door was locked. Really! You have got to be kidding me. She screamed and slammed on the door but nopony came to open it. I don't have time for this shit.

She quickly ran to the back of the library. They had recently put a back door in that was never locked because Spike repeatedly lost his key. She opened the door only to hear the sound of running water and very deep pitched singing that could probably compete with her very own voice. “If I left tomorrow would anybody care…….stuck in this sorrow…….going nowhere.” (Would it matter by Skillet please don’t sue if you do not read this) She started sprinting to where the voice was coming from, but the more she listened to the lovely voice the slower her pace became; soon coming to a slow trot forgetting the reason she came in the first place. How selfish can he be not sharing his gift with the world. Her trance was soon interrupted with the sound of stumbling and crashing coming from the room below.

She finally came to the door that the voice and running water was coming from. She could see steam rising from the small crack under the door. She started slamming on the door “Spike, are you in there!?” “Twilight? Is that you?” “No it’s me, Sweetie Belle now open up I need your help!” There was a small pause “……Can it wait?” he said in very awkward tone of voice. “No I need your help right n- *eeep* was the only sound she could get out after that. She felt a bag make its way around her body and trapping her. Spike didn’t hear another sound out of her so he began to worry. “Sweetie Belle, are you ok………. Sweetie Belle!? Sweetie Belle!”

Sweetie Belle was struggling with all her might but it still wasn’t enough so she decided to deal with this situation the way Rarity would try to get out of this. She then inhaled a great amount of air. “This bag is too tight, there’s no room in here, and the material is giving me a rash!!!!!” She couldn’t believe how much she was sounding like Rarity. She could hear his grumbling so she knew it was working. “Drop me you brute you will never find love if you think abduction is the way”. “SHUT UP, MY GOD YOU PONYVILLE FOLK CAN WHINE LIKE NO OTHER!” He then started to shake the bag hoping to shut her up.

“Hey! Drop the girl you and me are gonna dance”. Sweetie Bell knew this voice all too well; it was Spike, coming to her rescue. She could imagine her savior now he had a red cape on, his combed hair swaying in the breeze, and his dazzling smile whiter than Celestia’s mane. “But there’s no music.” Spike had a befuddled look on his face. “No it means….. wow the strong ones really are idiots.” Sweetie Bell couldn’t help but snicker at Spikes remark. The stallion was now seething with rage “what did you call me!” Spike’s confidence soon began to wither, ok this guy is completely pissed off, he can probably kick my ass, and I need to get Sweetie Belle away from him……. No I’d still prefer this guy over Opal.

Neither of them made a move toward one another, so Spike thought that the stallion lost his nerve. “Are you scared?” the stallion’s eyes shot open with a full shade of red “Wildhooves ain’t afraid of nopony!” on cue Wildhooves darted towards Spike. Spike barely had enough time to react, the fists came flying at him and Spike dodged every one of them. Spike looked at himself with a very surprised and pleased look, but Spike’s celebration was cut short for another wave of punches was upon him. (I sounded all old timey and what not. Back to the action!) Spike wasn’t as lucky this time; one good blow caught him in his ribs and he heard a few cracks and snaps. “Yep…*cough*….. That’s a broken bone.” No time to cry now Spike, what to do, what to do. Spike had an idea, it was risky, but it was the best he could come up with he crept his tail around the stallion while his fists kept the guy occupied.

Sweetie Belle was still stuck in the bag still trying to find a way out. “Come on you stupid bag rip…..*grunt*…*pant*….*grunt*…… oh this is useless; I don’t even care anymore just somebody win.” She was trying to rip the fabric of the bag as hard as she could, but a feeble attempt. She could hear the sound of somepony running away and somepony coming over to the bag. Before she knew what was going on she felt herself get lifted into the air. Whoever had here was breathing heavily and staggered with every step. It wasn’t until long that a light shun through the bag. She heard the rope that held the bag together get ripped in two and the bag slowly fall down around her. With fear still as her main emotion her first action was to punch whatever was in front of her.

“*gasp* oh my god Spike I’m so sorry I didn’t expect to see you.” Spike looked nothing like the image she gave him. He still had shampoo in his hair, he chipped a few teeth, and to top it all off the closest thing to a cape was a red towel that had something bulging out from under it. She was stunned but the last thing she wanted to do was make him feel unrewarded “Spike, are happy to see me?” Spike was very confused as to what was going on…… until he looked down. “Sweetie Belle, listen this is not what you think it is”. Spike slowly started to get up but Sweetie Belle stood right up with him. “Well of course it is Spike, what else could it be?” Spike couldn’t help but notice that she was becoming more like her sister every day, only one other pony could pull off such a flirt and that was of course Rarity. “Um…uh, h-how about we just not talk about this anymore and forget this ever happened.” “But you saved my life it’s the least I can do” Sweetie Belle got really close to Spike started to spin around him and whispered in his ears “and I want to”.

That last comment made Spikes cheeks blush a bright red, more red than the apples in Sweet Apple Acres. “No, no, no, no, you just think you want to because I just….saved……your…..life.” Realizing he just repeated what she just said with his back up against the wall he was at a loss for words. “See, I knew you’d see it my way.” Before he could protest any further she yanked the towel off and was too at a loss for words when she saw what it was. “There’s a knife in your side!” Spike took a look down and tried to play it cool. “How did that get there”?