After a couple of days in the hospital and three solid days of being waited on hand and foot by Spike and the girls, Rachel finally had enough of it. She snuck out of bed where Spike was still asleep and walked out.

She winced with each step she took, her balance was off so she had to use the wall to help her move. Wearing a pair of baggy shorts and one of Spike's shirts, the collar draped over her right shoulder, exposing her bandage shoulder. Her legs were noodles at that point, making it uncomfortable to move. As much as she adored Spike's and the girls treatment, Rachel was about to go bonkers if she had to stay in that bed one more day.

After finally made it to the kitchen, she looked around what the castle had to offer before grabbing ingredients for pancakes and get to cooking.

Though standing in front of the stove was uncomfortable for her to do, Rachel pushed through it. She hummed a little as she cooked for her roommates.

“Alright, Rach, let’s try not to burn this crap again.” Rachel motivated herself as she cracked a few eggs and mixed the pancake batter together.

Rachel had a track record of burning food. Spike had to be the one to teach her…

Well, the basics anyway.

Turning on the stove, buttering the pan, she plopped the batter onto the hot pan and got to cooking.

As she cooked, she heard very heavy footsteps hitting against the crystal flooring and smirked. “I’ve been gone for fifteen minutes and you can’t sleep without me?” she asked, not even turning around to greet him.

Spike chuckled in response, wearing only his boxers and was shirtless, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. “No, I woke up to the smell of your god awful cooking.” He grinned. Taking a jab at her just to see her cute reaction out of it.

Rachel turned around and stuck her tongue out. “Hey! I’m getting better at it.” She turned back to the pancakes and flipped one of them.

One side was dark, not charred black, but it was really close. “Well, somewhat.”

Spike giggled as he got off of the wall and walked over to Rachel. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her from behind. Kissing the side of her neck. “Morning.” he smiled.

“Hmm, morning.” Rachel giggled, leaning against him. She slipped the spatula into his hands and moved away from the stove. Allowing the true chef to cook. “I thought I would cook you guys’ breakfast after you took care of me.” She said, sitting on the countertop. She grunted uncomfortable by that movement, reminding her that her pelvic area was brutally pounded days ago.

“It’s the thought that counts.” Spike said as he masterfully turned the other pancakes around, showing their perfect golden brown side. “At least you got the batter done right.” He then looked over his shoulder, a concern and - yet another one - apologetic look was clearly shown on his face. “How are you feeling?”

Rachel blew her bangs. “Well, I can barely walk but I’ll get through it.” she said, looking at him. “And for the umpteeth time, I forgive you.” even though he didn't say sorry verbally, she can feel it coming off of the dragon.

“I know. I can’t help but say it.” Spike said softly, his ears drooping, like they have been for a few days. “The last thing you needed was to be sent to a hospital because I couldn’t control myself.”

She sighed, leaning back on the counter top, tilting her head to the side and looking at him. “Alright, how about this: Later on today, you become my model. You already owe me a session. Consider it as making it up for basically fucking me into the hospital. Would that satisfy ya, big guy?”

He chuckled, looking at her over his shoulder. “Clothed or nude?”

Rachel laughed. “Ooh as much that second thought is tempting, I don’t think I can handle the aftermath of that session. Clothes on will have to do.”

“Well, hell-o!” The couple turned around to find Starlight coming in. She eyed at Spike and grinned. “Now I see why Rachel sees in you, Spike.” Starlight giggled. “You are jacked.” It wasn’t everyday to see Spike in less clothing.

“Ooh Starlight, that is just the sweet icing on the cake.” Rachel replied, winking at Spike.

Spike laughed, which ended up him burning the pancakes this time and had to redo the batch all together.

Eventually, Twilight came down and they sat and ate the food.

During eating, Pinkie Pie skips into the kitchen. “Morning guys!” She chirped.

“Hey Pinkie.” The four castlemates said in unison.

“Want some breakfast?” Spike asked her. “Got some more pancakes if you want some.”

“Hmm, tempting, but I already ate.” She responded, looking at Rachel. “So, Rachie, are you ready for today?”

Rachel looked puzzled. “Ready for what?” she asked her.

Pinkie giggled. “The job at Sugarcube Corner? You know? The day you work there? Mr. Cake said he wants to see you in action before he considers hiring you.”

It took a moment to remember that and Rachel groaned. “Oh, that’s today?”

“Eeyup!” Pinkie Pie loudly said. She looked back at the pancakes that were left on a platter. “Well, maybe a couple.” Pinkie Pie rushed over to the stack. Smothered it all with syrup and whipped cream before stabbing her fork through it and ate the stack in three bites. “MMMM YUM!”

Spike learned a long time ago to not question the things Pinkie Pie does...but how in the Nine Circles of Tartarus does Pinkie not gain any weight with the sweets she eats or be able to shove ten pancakes into her face and not get hurt because of it??!?

Twilight looked at Rachel. “Are you sure you want to go to work?” she asked her. “You’re still healing.”

Rachel nodded. “Yeah, I made plans with Pinkie, I’m gonna uphold it. I’ll just have to be careful how to move.”

“I can give you a spell that will mask the pain if you like?” Twilight offered.

The human shook her head. “No thanks. The spell would probably act like a band-aid. Covering it up is one thing, but it won't get rid of it.” she said before looking at Pinkie Pie. “Give me thirty minutes at least to get dressed, I’ll join you.”

Spike does have thoughts about Rachel and her working so soon, but he also knows that she’s stubborn and will do it regardless. And she knows this.

“Okie dokie loki.” Pinkie giggled, bouncing over to the fridge and grab her some milk and drank it from the jug.

“Welp, I’ll be going back to the store later.” Spike muttered annoyingly.

“Blaugh! Yeah you do, this milk is bad!” Pinkie said, turning green before emptying the jug out into the sink.

It was by luck both Rachel and Spike used evaporated canned milk for the pancakes and not the actual milk.

After carefully changing into jeans, a short sleeve shirt, and sneakers, Rachel slowly made her way downstairs to meet up with Pinkie.

“Um, you sure you can walk?” Pinkie asked her. “Your legs look like jelly.”

“I'm good.” Rachel said as she turned to see Spike, putting a hand on her lower back and arm to help her balance.

Pinkie then looked at Spike. “Wanna come with us?”

“I can’t. I got some running around to do.” He said before looking at Rachel. “Though if you want…”

“If I can’t move anymore, I’ll call you.” Rachel said

Of course Spike was going to worry about her. And wanting to tend to her was obviously there till Rachel was well, but today was a good thing actually.

He needed to talk to her about last night.

Twilight and Starlight saw the three out before they headed off to school.

The three headed off to Sugarcube corners, just jibber jabbering to each other of various things. Nothing important really, just something that could pass the time. Rachel walked closely next to Spike, his built allowed for her to balance as she walked.

The dragon could tell that his mate was more uncomfortable than what she led on. He could tell by the way Rachel grunted and chewing the inside of her cheek to bits to keep herself silent. Spike wanted to make her pain go away but he knew there was nothing he could do.

Unless he goes with his greedy self and locks her ass in that bedroom and do that.

What made it worse was the fact that Rachel knew that as well. Spike tries his best to keep his greed under control. There was a time that he let his greed got the best of him around Rachel was during the last Dragon Migration.

Spike and Rachel weren’t supposed to be together due to the fact that humans and dragons had a long standing feud when they once shared the same world. In order to prove her place among them and to be with him, Rachel took on a set of trials to earn her keep.

During one trial involving a tassel worm, Spike couldn’t stop himself from jumping in and stopping the trial.

He was trying not to let his girlfriend die, but he actually made the mistake of jumping in. Yes he saved her life but he also got too greedy. Greedy of having Rachel be dependant in some way one him. Spike felt if she wasn’t dependant on him then she’ll leave him.

That there had them split up. Rachel was grateful that he saved her but she was angry because of his greed and they had one of the worst fights in their whole relationship.

Obviously they got back together but he knew then when it was time to get greedy with his girl and when it’s not the time.

A part of Spike wished it was though.

Pick and choose your battles one could say.

“I’ll be fine,” Rachel assured him then, leaning against his side. “If I can’t do it no more, I’ll call you.”

Spike booped her nose and smiled, “You please take it slow?” he asked genuinely. “Don’t let Pinkie run you ragged, you have a paint session later on.”

Rachel grinned. “That we do.” Spike bent down and gave his girlfriend a sweet kiss.

“You two are sooooooo cute!” Pinkie giggled loudly.

After Spike escorted Rachel and Pinkie, his smile turned into a scowl. Turning his heels down the street.

He has a meeting with Rarity.

While he's off, Rachel and Pinkie get to work.

"Did Mr and Mrs. Cake really say okay for me to work here with all that stuff is going outside?" Rachel asked the pink pony into the kitchen.

Pinkie giggled, patting her other shoulder. “Mr. and Mrs. Cake know you aren’t going to cause trouble. You did help babysit the twins for me. You’re great with them! Both you and Spike!”

Rachel shrugged. “The kids were easy.”

“Yeah, that time.”

With a playful push, Pinkie tossed her an apron and gets the ingredients. “Today, we got a big ol order of cupcakes! Mr. BJ Barker is hosting a party and he wants a miscellaneous batch, fifteen baker’s dozen, so go nuts on creating.”

“Ooh, Pinks, you said the wrong words.” Rachel grinned. Then they got to work. While Mrs. Cake manned the register, cleaning the counter top.

“Okie dokie, lokie! First off, should we make the first batch chocolate? Red velvet? Ooh! How about Galaxy?!”

Rachel raised a brow at the pink pony as she put her hair up in a bun and a hairnet over it. “What’s a Galaxy?” She heard of crazy cupcake contraptions, but never a Galaxy cupcake.

Pinkie loudly gasped, grabbing her shoulders, causing Rachel to snap at her in pain before getting into the human's face. "You don't know what a Galaxy cupcake is?!?"

Rachel let out a sharp breath. As calmly as she could muster for the pink pony. "Pinks, I know you are ... an exciting pony...but if you don't remove you handed off of my injured shoulder, you will be a cupcake by the time I. Get. Done. With. You" She gritted her teeth.

Pinkie let's go with a giggle. "Whoopsies. I keep forgetting you're hurt. Sorry!'

Rachel sighed, her injured shoulder was more sore now. She gently placed a hand over the bandaged. "It's fine. Just…. Be careful hon. next time please?"

Pinkie nodded and handed her a white frosted cupcake with a red medical cross candy on top of it. Rachel let out a giggle before taking it and having a bite of it.

"Now. This Galaxy cupcake. Do you like to use food coloring and different cake batter for it? Like a marble cake?"

"You used to work at a bakery?" Pinkie giggled.

"Nah. My mom used to bake sweets at home."

"Well then! It's not in that method but it's a nice jab at it." Pinkie said. "But let's start it first." She then looked right into space. "Transition please!"

"Excuse me?" Rachel confusedly asked.

An hour or so later, the Galaxy cupcake batch was done. Rachel learned very, very quickly that trying to keep up with the crazy pink pony was harder than removing a tooth from a tassel worm.

And that shit was hard.

Half way of baking, Rachel had to lean over a counter top, taking in deep breaths. Her pelvis was screaming for her to stop everything.

After sprinkling white edible paint and sugar on the cupcakes to look like tiny stars, Pinkie frowned softly, looking at Rachel.

"You okay there?"

"Gimme a sec...got any aspirin?" She asked her.

Mrs. Cake poked her head in just as Rachel asked Pinkie that. She responded with, "I'll go get it deary." She said, having that motherly tone of hers. Mrs. Cake then left.

"Hmmm…." Pinkie hummed in deep thought before snapping her fingers. "Light bulb! After work, you and Spike wanna come over to Maud's place? She has something you would really like "

Rachel grunted. "Yeah...sure."

When baking another set of cupcakes and shown the ropes, Rachel quickly learned that baking wasn't her hidden talent.

"Soooo…." Pinkie drawled out, getting Rachel's attention after a five minute break.

"Sew buttons."

Pinkie giggled before continuing, "girl chat. One-to-one. What is it like being with Spike?"

Rachel blinked. "Um..oh.Spike." she smiled. "Amazing. Best moments of my life is with him."

There was this moment of awkward silence.

"And …?" Pinkie kept on. "Anything else?"

"He is sweet and kind and very caring and I love him."

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"So you're not gonna talk about his junk?"

Ah, there it is.

Rachel sighed, giving her a look. "I will tell you what I told Gemcity and Ruby, what sex life Spike and I have is none of your business."

"Not even a little bit of gossip?"

The look from the injured shoulder from earlier came back. "You making a clop fic or something."

"No, but a 22-something year old is. Well a story that has sex so your sex life is al~"

The following scene has been interrupted due to the following of a pink pony's annoying ability of breaking the 4th wall. While the writer is teaching Pinkie a lesson, let's get back to the following story with Spike.

I have spoken.

C.R97

After going to the store and picked up a few groceries, Spike had enough free time to walk over to Rarity's place.

A couple things weren't adding up on the night Rachel went to the hospital. One of which was the fact he would never put his girlfriend in danger when they have sex.

He was kinda proud of himself on being as gentle as he could without hurting her. The fine line where absolute pleasure and excruciating pain was always there but he never crossed it. Sure it happened twice, but he knew then when it was time to slow down and slowly build back the pleasure for both parties.

What happened that night, that line was crossed and Rachel gotten hurt, maybe even pregnant.

If she was pregnant, then this meeting with Rarity was needed.

Rarity was in the middle of working on a wedding dress, her eyes still green from the botched potion.

As she worked, her phone rang, she quickly answered. "Carousel Boutique, this is Rarity."

"Rarity, it's Kol. From the hotel?"

Rarity accidentally jabbed herself with a pin. She hissed but the pain wasn't there. Her natural heart and the potion's effect was racing.

Just hearing Kol's deep baritone through the phone was enough to make her legs buckle. "Oh Kol darling! It's so wonderful to hear from you. I was about to call you after I working on this dress."

"And I would appreciate hearing your voice all the same." he chuckled. "What are you working on?" He asked her.

"A wedding dress. Fleur De Lis is getting married to Fancy Pants and asked me to make her a custom order." Rarity giggled.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to talk to you. My roommate ended up disappearing and I've been looking for him."

"Oh? Does he usually walk out?"

"No, he doesn't. I talked to his workplace and called his mother. She doesn't know where he's at. It's unlike him honestly."

"I'm sorry about him."

"Me too. I filed a report but the cops didn't care if humans disappear." He lets out a grunt. "I'll keep looking… but...Rarity?"

"I'm here, love."

"When I find the time, could I come over?"

The way he asked her aroused her heavily. Rarity rubbed her legs from under her skirt.

"My home is always welcome to you." Rarity said. And that big cock of yours is mine then. Her wicked inner voice said.

The front door opened and the bell ring up front. "I got a customer, love."

"Call me after work?"

"Ooh yes." She giggled like a schoolgirl.

After they said their goodbyes and hung up, Rarity walked to the front.

To see Spike flipping the open/close sign on the door to close and locking it.

Rarity rubbed her legs. Horny from the phone call, even moreso when staring at Spike's rear end. Those jeans looked real sexy on him. And the thought of Spike and her locked in the same room was also a big turn on.

But a small part of her that wasn't horny or potioned knew something was off.

"Rarity," Spike's voice was low, dangerous even. He turned around, the look on his face caused Rarity to sweat a little. "I need to ask some questions. Answer them truthfully and I'll be on my merry way, and the store won't get burned to the ground."

"What is the meaning of this?" Rarity asked, crossing her arms.

Spike walked over and messed with one of the mannequins. "The other night, at dinner, bits and pieces of the night is missing from my head. Rachel, as you know, ended up at the hospital."

Rarity chewed the inside of her cheeks, quickly coming up with some explanation of that night.

"Rarity, what really happened that night?" Spike asked her. Hand grasping on the mannequin shoulder.

"Well, after we had a lovely dinner and toast, you two started acting funny and rudely bolted out after I went to fetch some ice cream." Leaving the fact that Rarity drugged him. And incidentally Rachel as well.

Spike's hand crushed the mannequin and the stand it was on, it crumbled to the floor. Causing Rarity to jump.

"Spike! That is a very expensive piece of equipment!" She snapped at him.

His tail slashed the other one in half without a care. It collapsed in two. A tactic that usually works.

"Try that again." Spike grunted. "Because of what happened, my girlfriend ended up getting hurt. What happened prior to the toast?"

"Are you sure it wasn't because of your brutish strength that sent Rachel there? Maybe that was all on you."

Spike's pupils turned to slits. He walked over to the racks of clothes. "Is that so?"

"Destroying my work won't do anything but bring trouble here." Rarity huffed.

But damn didn't it aroused Rarity more, seeing Spike like this. It was by pure strength that she hasn't started to rub herself or pounce on him.

When she saw the green light from his muzzle, that was better than a cold shower. "Spike, d-"

Before she could say, Spike breathed fire at the clothes rack. Rarity screamed in agony. "My dresses!"

She used her magic to grab the fire extinguisher and quickly extinguish the flames. "Are you mad?!?" She screeched.

"Rarity, you were the only one with us that night. I want answers. Now."

"What the hell do you want me to say?!?" She snapped at him. "You realize I have clients who need their orders?!? This sets me back!"

"And I don't care, what's your point?"

He then walked towards the wedding dress.

"No!" She jumped in front of the dress, pointing the nozzle of the extinguisher at him. "Not. This. One!" She had a crazy look in her eyes.

Just right for Spike. The more he destroy her things, the more she'll likely slip up.

"Then tell me what you know." He said calmly.

Or otherwise, the next thing he's destroying is her face.

Her pretty face needs a good cut across her muzzle.

"All I did was pour your drink and added~" Rarity froze, Spike's eyes glowed. She shook.

No...oh no.

"Added what?'

"Ice! I added ice." She whispered. He kept coming closer and closer until he was breathing down her neck.

Oh gods, she was fucked, she was royally fucked!

"Rarity…" Spike growled before a sound takes his attention.

What was her saving grace was the fact it was Rachel's ringtone.

He glared at Rarity for a moment before pulling out his phone and answering it.

"Hey babe." He sounded cheerful, eyes cutting to Rarity to not speak. "Everything okay?"

"Aside the fact I can't bake, Pinkie isn't feeling too good." Rachel said. "Somehow, Pinkie looked like she went a few rounds with a tilt-a-twirl and lost. Mind swinging by with ginger ale and paper sacks?" She asked him.

"Oh ok. I'll be there shortly. Love you." He meant it.

Rachel giggled. "Love you too, Teddy Bear." Then they hung up.

By then, Sweetie Belle came in, confused. "Why is the shop closed and those dresses burnt?"

"Electrical shortage, deary." Rarity lied quickly. Not wanting Sweetie wrapped up in this mess. "Spike here is trying to fix it."

Spike glared at her, practically telling that this wasn't over before turning to Sweetie with a smile like nothing was amiss. "Unfortunately, dealing with wiring isn't my expertise sadly."

"Oh, I'll call the Electrician then," Sweetie said, setting her purse on the countertop and pulled her phone out. "Maybe Button Mash can help."

Rarity set the extinguisher next to her as Spike said his goodbyes and left like he didn't destroy any of her equipment.

Obviously that first dose didn't work….

Maybe a stronger dose should do it to make Spike fall for her again...

Author's Note

So sorry this took so long. Enjoy!