Sparity Forever

Author's Note: Heya guys and gals! Yes, I'm still dealing with a lot of shizzle right now, and yes I'll be VERY busy in the coming weeks due to the HSC. Sparity Forever's sixth chapter was dedicated to my intrinsically supportive PFF ChainReaction, and I've been putting what little time I have had into said chapter, which was entirely unrelated to Sparity itself, taking place during their vacation.

As such, I thought I'd fry my brain to come up with an interesting little piece in tribute to the canon ship, as obviously that is what you all want (derr lol, this is a Sparity fic).

Anyhoo, enjoy!

'Darkness, silence.... pure nothingness. Where am I? What's happening?'

'My legs feel.... warm. They're.... getting warmer? I can hear something, it's.... roaring? No.... I know this feeling.... this is the roar of surging fire.'

'Wait, FIRE?!'

Spike awoke rapidly at the thought of the approaching threat. Scrambling to his legs, he found he was.... stronger, somehow? More.... agile? He was unsure. The depths of the black void gave way to a blazing white light as the amethyst-scaled dragon regained his senses, eyes snapping open to yet another surprise. Blood surging throughout his body, he discovered a new set of limbs.... wide reach.... unusually flat?

He.... had wings!

Two large purple wings burst wide, spanning an impressive two metres in length each. Multitudes of thin red branches decorated sheets of fleshy membrane as the dragon began to heave them up and down, enjoying strong surges of warm air lift his weighty frame gradually, and after several short moments, he found himself detached from the ground's alluring tug, heaving his large wings faster and harder.

A deep, rumbling roar swiftly battered his ears as Spike was snapped back to reality, an intangible flaming projectile of sorts whisking just off his powerful spear-headed tail. Focusing on his vision once more, his draconic emerald eyes shrunk to pinpricks at the scene laid out before him.

The sky.... the sky stole his attention first. How could it not? Apart from multitudes of flaming orange meteors plummeting in various directions, the sky.... where was the sun? Or the moon? Or.... anything other than....that.
What. The buck. Was THAT? The sky.... there was.... it looked like a black hole of sorts, but it just sat there, spiraling slowly.... a hole seemingly torn into the very fabric of time and space. What radiated from it was a nebula of blood-red aurora-like waves, dancing about what was once the beautiful sky of Equestria.

Spike stared in complete astonishment, jaw agape, but his wings remained determined to cleave gracefully through the air, ascending higher and higher as he miraculously avoided fireball after fireball. Several blank-minded minutes later, the dragon shook his head violently and piloted his own movements, banking a hard right in a well-rounded spiral back toward the ground, scanning the blazing, crumbling structures of Ponyville.

One word suddenly pierced his mind, one name echoing inside his skull, a slight pain ringing throughout his scaly body each time that single name bounced off the sides of his cranium.

'Rarity!'

Deep smog quickly thickened within the boutique, brightly illuminated externally by billowing orange flames, eating away at the plaster-wood walls. A large fireball slung from the sky at a speed that would make Rainbow Dash herself jealous, colliding with the building with such force it blew a hole through the ceiling, collapsing an oaken support pillar mere inches away from a duo of cowering, huddling ponies. One of them had a bruised and scarred marshmallow-white coat and a streaked, curly purple and pink mane, the other a matching white coat and a coiled, deep purple mane.

Jerking her head up to the opening, Rarity quickly identified a small clearing through the flames created by the fallen support, taking swift action by yanking her sister's hoof as they galloped along the makeshift pathway and out of the building. Darting across the seared soil, the marshmallow mare's irises danced about her eyes, shooting back and forth between impending fiery meteors. Sweetie Belle's eyes watered harshly, leaving a trail of tears in her trail, quickly evaporating as they hit the boiling earth.

A large purple blur whisked overhead, dragging a huge wave of air with it, sweeping the two fleeing ponies off their hooves and onto their flanks. Gasping as they gawked upward at the creature, their terrified faces were instantly filled with glee as a familiar dragon banked hard in a corkscrew, slowing to an abrupt halt and landing softly onto the ground mere metres in front of them.

“SPIKE!! YOU'RE OKAY!!” screamed the marshmallow unicorn, tears pouring down her face as she darted over to her drakefriend and nuzzled his soft neck as he lowered his head to greet her. Sweetie Belle immediately scrambled under his wing as Rarity planted a tender kiss upon Spike's scaly cheek.

“Rarity, what.... just what the buck is happening?!” his deep, rumbling voice sent vibrations through the ground and throughout her body.

“Oh dear, you didn't get knocked unconscious earlier, did you? I swear darling, there is just too much chaos going on, you.... you flew off to help, and I watched in absolute TERROR as you plummeted toward the ground shortly after one of those nasty fireballs hit you. I ran inside to get Sweetie, but we were trapped.”

“Help with.... what, exactly?” he raised an eyebrow.

The marshmallow mare gulped as she reluctantly pointed her shaky hoof toward the large.... hole.... in the sky, then directed the dragon's focus toward Canterlot. His pupils shrunk to pin pricks and his jaw dropped as his eyes seemed to be playing tricks on him.... a lightly pulsing sphere of murky, translucent black energy surrounded the grand city, the horrific sight sending a violent shiver racking down his spine as he realized that Twilight, the princesses, and the others were still in the castle, not to mention the countless guards and multitudes of citizens in the city.

Laying eyes upon the extravagant city, Spike spotted, even more horrifically, blue flames eating away at the ivory structures littering the immaculately constructed metropolis.

'Blue flames...' he thought, his eyes abruptly snapping wide open. 'Phoenix? It can't be....'