Sparity Forever

Author’s Note: Same as always; thanks to everypony for the likes, favourites, comments and watches. This chapter is designed to uphold the story’s title, as the plot has transitioned rather roughly rather than smoothly (I’m still a noob, lol). Think of this as entirely Sparity focused; the majority of you read this story solely for the Sparity shipping, and having indulged myself in my own ideas and storyline, I have largely ignored the narrow area of interest involved in such cliché shipping.
As always, I’d like to give a shoutout to ChainReaction and his horror/comedy/romance fic ‘Feral’, which has proven nothing less than a masterpiece and source for various forms of inspiration. The author’s modesty towards his work and his highly advanced literature skillset have allowed him to create wonders, and not only is every idea backed up with evidence down to the last detail, he has introduced user feedback – even the most unusual items – into the story itself (It takes a genius to pull off a character asking “Does the narwhal bacon at midnight?”).

“Over time, any sentence uttered long and loud enough becomes fixed. Becomes a truth. Provided, of course, you can outlast the dissent and silence your opponents. But should you succeed – and remove all challengers – then what remains is, by default, now true.” – Altair Ibn La-Ahad

CHOOO!

Spike and Rarity exited onto the polished stone walkway as the arched steel door slid shut behind them, the marshmallow unicorn carrying their luggage in a cyan blue aura with ease. Large wheels of thick steel gradually built up speed in their rotation as the pink carriage once more called CHOOOOO, the tune held longer the second time as it departed Canterlot Station.
The young purple dragon inspected his emerald green spines, his scales buffered lightly with a floating silk handkerchief directed by the elegant white mare’s keen eyes, ensuring each individual scale not only clean, but reflective.

Rarity smiled as her drakefriend fidgeted with his lightly sparkling red cravat, and after exchanging gleeful nods, the two walked regally along a slightly curvaceous pathway, surrounded by small gardens of luscious green grass, trimmed expertly so as to align immaculately with adjacent pathways. A pair of pale grey stallions geared in glossy golden armour raised their chins upward and straightened their hooves as the couple passed, gripping their barbed silver spears valiantly beside their front hooves.

After several minutes, and several turns left, right and around bends in their path, the duo arrived outside a quaint little café, sporting a mere three small but lavish tables placed randomly yet spaciously about the open area between various multi-storey structures. A relatively small group of roughly ten to fifteen ponies were seated within the café itself, most notably Fancy Pants and his wife Fleur de Lis.

Turning his gaze towards the approaching guests, the regal blue-maned unicorn stallion widened his smile, still held in a rather posh state, as from the side, it always appeared as a gently wavy line upon his muzzle.

“Rarity, so glad you could join us!” his eyes repositioned their focus lower to the spotless maple flooring, inspecting a youthful purple drake with green spines and large, emerald eyes with slit pupils. “And this must be Spike, I presume?” stepping out from his seat, Fancy Pants advanced towards them, bowing to Rarity with one leg sliding behind the other in a formal greeting fashion. Lifting a hoof to the Spike, he held his chin up ever so slightly as he continued. “Wonderful to meet you, my good chap. You are a fascinating creature indeed, just as Rarity elucidated.”

The purple drake gave a quick glance at his marefriend with one eyebrow raised, obviously confused by the word ‘elucidated’. She grinned cutely, seemingly agreeing in some sort of telepathic communication. Nevertheless, he took the white stallion’s hoof in his corresponding claw and attempted his most gentledrakely hoofshake (err, claw-hoofshake?).

“I say, shall we be on our way then?” he turned his head to the other guests, and they immediately left their seats. “Righto then, this way.” Spike revealed a gold and ivory cane as he followed suit, eyes closed and chin up in a posh manner, forcing a chuckle from his marefriend. Rarity struck up simple, polite conversation with Fleur as the group made its way to an airy airship dock around a bend from the café, situated upon a large cliff midway down the side of a grand canyon, a sparkling blue river flowing at its depths along fields of luscious green grass into distant hills.

Boarding an enormous, lavish pale lavender air balloon, the group situated themselves randomly upon the main deck, whilst Fancy, Fleur, Spike and Rarity entered its main cabin, the latter couple staring in awe at the stylish decorations covering every wall and table within the spacious room.
Glittery whites and golds were the central theme, being the sole colour of innumerable ribbons and banners lining the flawless lavender walls. The young dragon was suddenly reminded of the jewels he had gifted his marefriend on her birthday.

Walking regally with his cane, he approached the marshmallow unicorn. “Hey, Rarity,” she perked her ears up and turned to face her drakefriend with a warm smile. “What did you do with the diamonds I gave you?” he smiled sheepishly. “Just curious.”

“Well, darling, you of course remember my display podium? Where I often hold a small catwalk of sorts to present new sets of my designs?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m refurnishing it.” She winked.

“Cool! So, you gonna have them against the back wall, or in the centre of the floor or something?”

Rarity giggled. “No spoilers darling, give me the afternoon when we get back home and you may take a peek then.”

The white stallion with the blue mane pecked his wife on the cheek and gestured out toward the observation deck. “Would you care to join us, you two? The view is rather spectacular, if I do say so myself.”

Several hours passed as the enormous lavender balloon floated silently amongst the cloudless cyan blue sky, hundreds of metres above verdant green hills, craggy brown and grey stony slopes, thick khaki forests and later Fillydelphia as they approached the skies above Manehattan. Towering structures of concrete, steel and paned glass littered the area, fine grids of black asphalt roads criss-crossing within the city. The more pompous ponies among the airship’s deck pointed and chortled at numerous distant ponies hauling large wooden crates onto a colossal steel vessel, to which Fancy gave them pitiful glances.

Despite Spike’s notable growth in recent years, he remained quite short, and Rarity chuckled as he lifted himself up a little with the deck’s wooden sidebars to peer out at the immense city before them. Joining her drakefriend, the white mare levitated him onto her back and stared in awe as Celestia’s radiant yellow-orange sun lowered beyond the horizon, filling the cloudless sky with hue of slowly darkening orange.

As Manehattan faded into the distance, Fancy Pants nuzzled his wife as they entered the main cabin. “Everypony, may I have your attention?” as if on cue, all eyes were directed at him, conversations ceased as they listened respectfully. “It’s time for dinner, please take your seats.”

The marshmallow mare nuzzled the young dragon as he hopped off her back, giggling and blushing lightly as he took her hoof in claw and placed a gentle kiss on it, leading her into the cabin.

Darkness had shrouded the region as Luna’s crescent moon shone brightly in the centre of the still cloudless sky, innumerable distant stars sparkling like tiny diamonds. The soft tune of a cello sung aboard the observation deck, the source of the melody halting briefly as her ears perked up in reaction to the nearby sliding of a sturdy wooden door.
A white unicorn mare with coils of purple hair cantered out onto the deck, her eyes now shifting to the pinewood-brown mare with a natural, flowing dark hazelnut mane.

“Couldn’t sleep, dear?”

Octavia simply nodded in response, returning to her cello. Just as Rarity made her way around the large central cabin to the opposite end of the deck, the cabin door once again slid open, and a young purple dragon with green spines and glimmering emerald eyes emerged into the moonlight, oblivious to the soothing music as he followed his marefriend intently.
As he reached her, the white mare turned her head to face him. “Can’t sleep either, Spikey Wikey?”

“Nah. Must be the altitude.”

The marshmallow unicorn raised an eyebrow slightly. “You’re a dragon, Spikey; surely you’re naturally acquainted with heights.”

“Well,” he glanced at his shoulders, a slightly sad look on his face. “I haven’t been able to fly yet.”

Rarity facehoofed. “Sorry, Spikey, I cannot believe that passed my mind.” Finding herself slightly swaying with the gentle melody of cello after a long, silent moment, she noticed Spike doing the same. Giggling, she smirked at him. “Care to dance, my handsome little drake?”

His ears perked up. “Uh-uh, dancing is soooo girly, I-“he gulped as the white mare’s gaze took a more serious appearance. “Uh, I mean, um, I don’t know how to dance….” Smiling sheepishly, he twiddled his claws. Thankfully, she ignored his original comment with a smile.

“Well then, I simply must teach you.” her adoring smile became more gleeful as she extended a hoof. “Follow my lead, darling.”

The young dragon carefully reached out and grasped her hoof gently. Cautiously observing and replicating his marefriend, the marshmallow unicorn led the duo one step at a time, forward, backward, side…. After several minutes, Rarity hadn’t even noticed that they had created their own flow of movement from the gentle music singing softly through their bodies, straying from the proper methodology, forming a sort of back-and-forth mild push against each other, even incorporating gentle spins into their routine. Unintentionally, they began moving gradually faster, due to the pine-brown cellist at the opposite end of the deck taking notice of their dance and deciding to have a little fun.

Too lost in each other’s eyes to notice the now triple-speed tune, Rarity’s hoof took a wrong step seemingly of its own accord, sliding sidewards behind her drakefriend’s, and as she drew her opposite hoof back, the former hoof hooked Spike’s, and their opposing shift of body weight pulled them from their thoughts as they tumbled to the ground in a jumble of limbs. The melody disappeared completely as a mischievous Octavia quickly darted out of view, though the loving couple remained oblivious as they burst out in laughter, which died down after several long moments as their gaze remained focused on one another’s.

Each minute that passed felt like hours as they simply lay in a still-jumbled heap on the oak wood deck, exploring each other’s eyes as soft beams of moonlight poured over their faces. Both remained entirely speechless as they delved deeper into each other’s minds, little realising they were pulling closer and closer, until they felt a small tickle resulting from their noses touching ever so slightly. Hearts beating fast, in absolute unison, each felt as though they were floating amongst a sea of clouds, embracing the warm, gentle breaths escaping one another’s muzzles.

Shutting their heavy eyelids as their lips finally met, tingly sensations coursed throughout their bodies, tugging gently at their hearts like interwoven strings, and the two pulled in closer, the marshmallow unicorn letting out a quiet moan as she gently slipped her moist tongue into her drakefriend’s mouth, to which he returned the gesture. Inhaling slightly, the purple drake enjoyed the pleasant scent of lavender lemon his marefriend wore, deepening the passionate kiss as he wrestled her tongue with his own, pressing his lips slightly harder against hers.

Rarity’s knees weakened, buckling gently as she allowed herself to slump in her lover’s grasp. Releasing their caress, the duo returned to gazing deeply into the windows of their souls, Spike lightly touching his nose with his marefriend’s. The marshmallow unicorn gently raised a hoof up to stroke the drake’s smooth chin, as they lay silently for what seemed like hours as they slowly drifted off into peaceful slumber, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“I say, that’s one way to spend the night.”

A white unicorn mare with a coiled purple mane lay in a jumbled heap on the floor, hooves wrapped tightly around a young, purple-scaled dragon with green spines and emerald eyes with slit pupils. As she cracked her eyelids open, she let out a long yawn before nudging her drakefriend awake and clambering to her hooves. The regal white stallion flicked his wavy blue mane, eyeing the couple as they exchanged sheepish grins and awkward chuckles.

“Well then, did you two have an…. eventful evening?” Fancy hid his playful smirk expertly.

Spike scratched the back of his head as the couple began to chuckle, cheeks reddening.

“Well, in any case, the captain says we’ll be taking a large arc over the Crystal Mountains as we make the return trip. Care to join us for a quick breakfast before we reach the mountains for a view?”

“That sounds lovely, dear.” She looked over at her drakefriend. “Come along now, Spikey.” the marshmallow unicorn grasped his claw in her hoof as they walked down the deck and into the large cabin.

The couple gasped as they entered the room, staring in disbelief at what they saw, even more so as Fancy himself cantered over to the lavish tables and joined everypony else; the ‘high society’ of Canterlot sat at their elegant, elongated tables enjoying a hearty breakfast of…. pancakes. The white mare desperately attempted to hold back a fit of laughter, and the young dragon began to drool, licking his lips as he raced over to the nearest table to join in.

“Oh, why not.” Chortled Rarity, happily trotting over to join them.

Spike dragged himself out onto the observation deck, groaning as he held his bloated stomach in both claws, his marefriend chuckling by his side.
“Errrgh…. so…. full….”
“Darling, you weren’t forced to eat 40 pancakes.”

“Yeah, but they were soooooo good….”

Rarity continued to chuckle as she levitated the purple drake onto her back, beholding the vast mountain range stretched out before them, crystal blue hues glistening amongst the slopes. Capped with pure white snow, the rough line of grand mountains before them formed a barrier between luscious green, grassy hills and fields, and an enormous, barren landscape of dull-grey snow.
The young dragon became oblivious to his belly ache as the spectacular view distracted him, and he cast his eyes far into the distance, spotting the tiny speck that was Canterlot.

The marshmallow unicorn spun her head round to see a pine-brown mare with a flowing hazelnut mane approaching. She smirked, swiftly striking up conversation. “Cute little trick you played last night, Octavia.”

“Well it worked, did it not?” she returned a smug grin.

“Hmm, yes, but perhaps you should save your creativity for that special somepony of yours”.

Octavia’s ears perked up and her pupils shrunk a little as she changed her tone to a whisper, flustering slightly. “Rarity please, that is to remain a secret!”

“Of course, dear.” She chuckled.

Spike walked over to his marefriend, nudging her shoulder lightly.

“Yes, Spikey Wikey?”

“Um…. do you wanna play some billiards in the cabin?”

Rarity chuckled in delight. “Of course, darling! Care to join us, Octavia?”

“Oh, no thank you. Do enjoy yourselves!”

The purple-scaled drake took her by the hoof and walked happily into the cabin, nuzzling her fur coat adoringly.

The enormous lavender airship was greeted by slightly cloudy skies, although the latter were a pure, fluffy white, indicating no rain or stormy weather forecast for their return. Approaching the grand cliffside adjacent to Canterlot, Fancy Pants gathered his wife and guests, leading them to the departure deck as the balloon gradually slowed to a halt in perfect position on the receiving dock.
Rarity cantered off the airship in a regal manner, raising an eyebrow as she noticed her drakefriend walking in long-swaying steps, sporting a pair of black shades.

“Spike darling, wherever did you find those glasses?”

“I brought them along, but forgot about them until earlier this morning.” He struck a pose as he halted his steps, angled slightly sideways with arms crossed. He managed a chuckle from his marefriend, who gestured for him to follow her as they continued along the winding path into the city. Making their way through the streets, the group rendezvoused at the café they had met up at before setting out on their trip. Parting ways, Fancy and Fleur accompanied Spike and Rarity as they followed the polished stone pathways toward the train station.

The marshmallow unicorn levitated their items off their backs and neatly into the awaiting carriage as the high class couple waved goodbye. With a slow, loud CHOOOO, thick steel wheels began to rotate, and a column of grey smoke ascended from a small cylindrical pipe on the roof as its steel doors slid shut, the carriage now rolling smoothly along silver tracks, pushing the ivory spires of Canterlot into the distance.

“Well my darling Spikey, I wonder what’s been happening in our absence.” She pecked his cheek with her muzzle as they made their way to their seats.