Rewrite the Stars

"Boy, if I didn't know better, I think you are obsessed with me in bed." Rachel giggled at Spike, who had plopped himself on top of her.

"Can't really help myself around you." Spike smirked, flicking her nose with his tongue.

After a long night of kinky shenanigans, the young couple lay in the shredded bed. Stuffing from the mattress was everywhere in the room, the bed frame itself was literally broken from the activity.

Rachel giggled, kissing the tip of his snout. "Last night was intense." She smirked.

"Oh paybacks are coming…. after I deal with Discord." He chuckled. "I still can't believe you two were working together."

" Well…" she stretched that word out. " That's only because he...kinda stepped in…."

" What do you mean?" Spike looked at her. "Stepping in what?"

Rachel sighed, this needed to be talked...even though they had an amazing night, it's only right he knew what happened before the sex.

"Blueballs… I ran into him at the halls before I came up here." Spike sat up as she explained.

"That fucker tried grabbing you again?" He growled.

"Yes he did. He doesn't know how to take No for an answer. Anyway, Discord came and where the heck are you going??" Rachel sat up too when Spike got up from the bed and went to grab his clothes.

"I'm not going to sit here and let that pompous ass mother fucker grab at you again." Spike snarled as he went and threw on his underwear.

Rachel, barely able to stand from the rigorous love pounding, hobbled over to the purple dragon and hugged him from behind. "He's not even at the Empire..." She let out a soft grunt. " Discord sent him away somewhere else."

She knew exactly what he was going to do.

"Oh it won't take me long to find him."

"Spike, as much as that asshole deserves it, you can't just go and kill him." Rachel sighed. She herself would make an exception to her moral compass when it comes to Blueblood, but she is smarter than that...

"What not? Since we got here, Blueblood has been harassing you, even putting his damn hands on you." Spike grunted, just pulling Rachel along as he gotten dressed, his girlfriend having her arms locked around so he's dragging her. "I'm just going to make sure he doesn't have hands."

"Spike, stop!"

He paused as he was throwing on a shirt. He turned and looked over his shoulder to look at Rachel.

"Spike, you can't keep going after ponies that harm me. You are lucky you got away - and I mean very lucky to got away with three killings. Renocide is really, really pushing it. Blueballs will get his dues, don't worry about that. We'll have to handle him with the proper channels. Talk to twilight and the other two princesses" She gave him the look that stopped his tracks.

Spike stared at her, the look won and he sighed heavily, shoulders sagging. "What do you expect me to do?"

Even though the couple has no idea who the prince really was, Blueblood was still a prince. Princess Celestia's nephew, practically untouchable…

"Well..." Rachel thought before her stomach growled. She looked to Spike, who was missing his jeans and shoes and smirked. "You can finish getting dressed and getting me some ice cream, please?"

Spike sputtered. " Ice cream?? It's-" he looked to the clock on the wall. "Six in the morning, and you want ice cream??" He looked puzzled.

Rachel giggled. " For some reason, every time we have sex, I'm craving ice cream."

"Everytime??" Spike doesn't remember. " Since when??"

"Since the Cruise." She smiled. "When you don't have me in a hold, I would sneak out to get ice cream."

He narrowed his emerald eyes at her and sighed. “You have me wrapped around your pinkie, you know that, right?”

Rachel nodded with a giggle. “Now, lemme see that ass shimmy into those jeans.” She kisses his cheek.

Spike giggled then, finishing getting dressed as Rachel retreated back to the bed. “Mint chocolate chip?”

“You know it. Thank you.”

“No….” Spike muttered before giving her a soft look. “Thank you….for everything.”

With that, he left.

As soon as the door closed, it was clear by the dark expression on his face that he was pissed.

Blueblood tried grabbing Rachel again. It was going to be very hard to not hunt that mother fucker down. If he sees the prince one more time, shit is going down, he won’t go after him now due to his dragoness’ wishes…

But if he sees him again, it’s going down.

Spike popped his neck as he tried to shred the dark thoughts away. Rachel was right, he was very, very lucky with Bouncer and his brothers, there was no way he could get away with Blueblood. As much as he wants to.

When he got to the door and reached for the knob, Spike noticed his hand was shaking. His mind momentarily flashed back months ago…

When he saw his hands were covered in blood.

Spike grunted before grabbing the knob, opening the door and came into the dining hall before going straight for the kitchen. The dining hall was empty, no one seemed to be up for breakfast.

The kitchen however, was bustling. Ponies getting ready to prepare for the morning, Shining Armor was seen talking to a chef while holding a jar of cookies.

Shining looked up and smirked. “There he is.” he chuckled.

Spike grinned as the brothers met up, gave his bro a knuckle bump. “Thanks for last night, it helped out a lot.”

“No problem.” He said. “By the looks of things, you had a fun night.”

“That obvious?”

“YES!” every other pony in the kitchen shouted that, causing Spike to blush pure red.

Leaving Shining giggling. “Don’t worry about it, they’re used to Cadence and I.”

“Have you broken the bed?”

“No but Cadence does it all the time when she takes top.”

The brothers giggled like a bunch of school fillies.

“So, what brings you to the kitchen?”

“Ice cream.”

“Seriously??”

Spike nodded before getting said ice cream from the freezer. “What’s with the cookies?”

“I’m in the mood for cookies.” Shining smirked as he shoved a cookie in his mouth.

Ah, the glory of being royalty, sweets for breakfast.

That was when Spike remembered something. The damn reason they were in the Empire in the first place.

“Hey, Shining….”

“Yeah?”

“There’s something I need to ask you about, if that's okay.” Spike said, looking down at the unicorn.

“What’s up?” Shining munched on his cookies.

Spike looked at the ponies in the kitchen before looking back at his brother, he leaned in and whispered. “What do you know about the stuff going down with the humans and this White Mantle group?”

As soon as Spike asked that, Shining’s face went dark. “Not good things…” Shining then muttered, setting the jar down. “Put that up, you’ll get it back once you see this…”

Nodding, Spike silently puts the ice cream back and follows his brother out of the kitchen and heads out down the halls.

The walk between the two brothers was silent. Spike knew he was going to see something unsettling by the way Shining looked. He didn’t want to bombard him with twenty questions, best to see what was what then ask.

Shining led Spike down a long, winding staircase, leading him deep underneath the castle towards the holding cells. The vast majority of the dungeons were unoccupied, no prisoners inside, but as they moved forward, Spike noticed armed guards in front of a solid door. While the rest of the cells had bars, they were guarding this door.

“What’s behind there?” SPike asked.

“The state behind the recent human attacks and the videos and kidnappings are all connected. Two weeks ago we had an incident at the empire.” Shining explained as they gotten closer. “We almost lost Flurry.”

“What the fuck happened?” Spike asked, alarmed.

He motioned to the door. “Go see yourself.”

Spike stared at his brother, letting the news of his niece sinking in before walking up to the door. The guards moved away for the dragon so he could look at the tiny peep hole.

And all of the internal fire inside of him was snuffed out and became ice cold when he saw what was inside of the cell.

It was a human…a child, somewhere around ten years old, Flurry’s age. There was something...not remotely right with him. He was thin, sickly even, dark sunken eyes that had no life in them. Dressed in white clothing and was just shuffling around this tiny, dirty cell.

“Shining, what the-” Spike was cut off when the child suddenly lunged at the door, he hit the surface with such brute force that there was an indention where the tiny human hit the door, making this horrible screeching sound. Causing the dragon to back away from it.

“What the actual fuck?!”

“The Group, the White Mantel, is responsible.” Shining said, his eyes softened a tad since it’s a little kid, but was on guard as the kid continued to bang at the door and make that sound. “Flurry was playing outside when that kid showed up, at first I thought they were playing since Flurry likes playing with the human children. Then I noticed he was on top of her trying to bite her. Of course, naturally I put a stop to it….”

“What happened to him?” Spike asked.

“We are still figuring it out. And we’re hoping we can reverse...whatever is happening, but we do know that with the evidence piling up, the White Mantel and the humans acting out are connected. They’re the same.”

“That means…”

“Keep a closer hold on Rachel… I’m afraid this is only going to get worse…”