I Love You

by Inferno demon Dash

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Narcotics, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Romance, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Spike, Profanity, Discord, Pinkie Pie, Slice of Life
Length: 14752

One-shots of different pairings in love.

One shots of different pairings with different timelines, ages and species.

No chapter is connected unless otherwise stated.

Feel free to ask for the pairing you wish to see and if I like it, I’ll write about it and give you credit. Only two for request, no harem, Spike/Rarity, Twilight/Rainbow Dash, Twilight/Celestia, Pinkie/Cheese or Spike/Celestia, so please don’t ask.

No OC's please.

I might make a mature side story with the different pairings requested if enough ask for it.

Proofread by Hope Caster, thank you my friend for your help.

Published 2019-10-23 02:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-01-24 20:45:57 UTC

For Better Or Worse (Rarity/Thunderlane)

Rarity trotted into the Nightlight bar, a rather fitting name she thought to herself, glancing around to spot the one she had hoped would be here, becoming rather frustrated that this was her third stop in Ponyville before she saw him and quickly did her best to fix her mane and coat to look much more presentable, glad that she had showered after she had questioned all of Ponyville for his whereabouts before she frowned, seeing the state he was in, knowing he looked so lost.

The bar was not busy, though some stallions and a few mares were in the far back, away from prying eyes and ears as she grimace seeing a couple getting a little to into their make out session which she ignored as she made sure to wipe her hooves from the small amounts of mud on them, thankful once again that the bar was not crowded on a Wednesday night.

As she walked closer to the front of the bar where the stallion she had searched for nearly all night sat as she sat down, next to the one she had fallen in love with, Thunderlane, the grown pegasus on his third beer as he sniffed and wiped his nose with a hoof, neither saying a word to each other before Rarity let out a deep sigh.

“Thunderlane, I swear to the gods, if you sold your wedding band to get drunk, we’re getting a divorce.” She muttered darkly as he glanced her way with a small chuckle before winking at her as she could only roll her eyes with a hint of a smile before the light humor became more serious as she glanced at the wood in front of her, all traces of playfulness gone from either of them as silence took over.

“I’m sorry.” Thunderlane whispered, his voice cracked and remorseful, the fur around his eyes matted from tears she had no doubt he had cried earlier.

“What you did, darling-”

“Cost me my chance to be a Wonderbolt. I trained so hard and didn’t complain, I...I didn’t know it would mean I would get banned.” He hissed as he lifted up the bottle and took another sip, placing it back down with a small groan.

“I can understand if you’re disappointed in me, if you lost all respect for me and would rather not want anything to do with me after the shit I-”

“I’d be a rather poor wife if I threw in the towel for our marriage just because my husband got fired from a job. Even if what you did was....disrespectful, Thunderlane.” Rarity interrupted, her voice patient and calm, with a hint of teasing.

“You want a family, Rare. And when we found out that I was shooting blanks, I took it out on Soarin. Going to jail while drunk and having you bail me out, not to mention getting kicked out of the Wonderbolts for my rage...I bucked up your image, your reputation. I ruined our chance at a better life-”

“Just because you can no longer be a Wonderbolt, does not mean our lives are going down the toilet, dear. We still have my businesses in Ponyville, Manehattan and Canterlot. Plus we already talked about starting up another shop in Yakyakistan, remember? We are not going to be homeless.” She spoke confidently and firmly as she placed a hoof on his shoulder and gave him a small smile.

“And if we were?” He asked bitterly as she bit her bottom for a second before giving a loud sigh.

“Then we could always move in with my parents, I’m sure they won’t mind until we got back on our hooves.” She whispered as she leaned her head on his right shoulder and used her magic to bring the bottle to her lips, she never cared much for beer, normally preferring wine as she always wanted the finer things in life but for once, she didn’t care.

Placing it back in front of him, she watched him out of the corner of her eye as he ran his hooves through his mane, an angry grunt escaping his muzzle before he reached his right hoof forward and grabbing the bottle, took another drink.

“I don’t deserve you.” He whispered softly as she gave a small smile, lifting her head up to kiss his cheek.

“You say that a lot, Thunder. We’ve been married for two years now. I’m not going anywhere, my love and-”

“I can’t give you kids!” He screamed as he slammed his front hooves onto the bar table in front of him with rage, Rarity giving the bartender who looked their way an embarrassed grin before she turned back to her husband and used her left front hoof to have him look at her in the eyes.

“No, not biologically, anyway. But we can always adopt. Thunderlane I didn’t fall in love with you just because you saved my life like in the romance novels you know I love, or because of your dashing good looks. I fell in love with you because you out of all the stallions who wanted to court me looked beyond my physical appearance and saw a mare that needed to be told she’s strong, loved and worth it. Good or bad days. This is a minor set back, my dear. We’ll figure something out.” She whispered as she leaned forward and kissed his lips.

He responded with a fire she had always loved about him before halting his advances to go any farther in pubic with a small kiss on his nose as he let out a soft whimper and turned his body around to wrap his hooves around the mare he loved with all his heart, fresh tears rolling down his face as she buried her head deeper into his neck and stroked his back with a hoof.

“We always do.” She said, so softly he didn’t even hear it, as they held each other as husband and wife and perhaps one day, as parents.

Author's Note

First chapter, short but I like it. I'm sorry it's not edited, if anyone would like to help edit or proofread it please let me know and I'll naturally give you credit. First three chapters are going to be pairings I want to write about but feel free to put the ones you wish to read about in the comments. Hope you all like it, enjoy.

Come Back To Me (Apple Bloom/Rumble)

Apple Bloom let out an angry, slow deep breath from her nostrils as she glared at the young, gray pegasus stallion that she had been dating for almost three years. She stared into his purple eyes as she ground her teeth into a fine white powder, carefully gathering her thoughts. She had to choose her words carefully, or else she could say something that she wouldn’t be able to take back.

“Ah’m not choosing mah potion making over you by going to Zebrica, Rumble. But Ah’ve been waiting for this opportunity ever since Ah became Zecora’s apprentice! Ah need to do this, Ah finally have time off from working at the school and the farm. Ah’ll only be gone a month, and if Ah impress the shamans that Zecora trained under, Ah could have a shot at becoming the first pony shaman in Equestria! Why can’t you understand that? Ah thought you supported me?” Apple Bloom spoke slowly, her tone a mix between anger and disappointment.

Rumble’s eyes widened as his mouth fell open in shock, before he closed it and scowled, his eyes narrowing as he stomped a hoof hard onto the wooden living room floor of the Apple’s family house.

“And I thought we were going to discuss this after we moved in together, AB-”

“Ah told you Ah’m not moving to Cloudsdale! It doesn't matter how long the new cloud walking spell last. Ah want to live here, in Ponyville. What’s so wrong with moving in with the family and working the farm?” She asked loudly, her tail swinging side to side, gritting her teeth when Rumble scoffed as if she just suggested he have his wings surgically removed to become an Earth pony.

“I’m not saying we need to move to Cloudsdale, but there are too many ponies living here as it is! Between Granny Smith, Applejack, Big Mac, Sugar Belle, and now Big Sugar, we can’t take two steps without crashing into someone! I don’t mind working the farm with you or your family, but that’s too many ponies in one bucking house-”

“Excuse me?!” Apple Bloom screamed, her ears went behind her head as she nearly growled.

“My family has always had multiple ponies living here, long before Ah was born! We pride ourselves on taking in those in need, whether they are blood or not. Ah don’t complain when Ah’m over at your place with your brother, Cloudchaser and Flitter-”

“I told you, the girls are working on getting their own place, and Thunderlane’s thinking about moving in with Rarity. Once they do, you can move in with me, but moving in with your family is just too much!” He shouted, breathing hard as his wings unfurled behind his back making him give a quick flap before having them settle to his sides once more.

“I know you love your family, Apple Bloom, and I’m not trying to take them away from you, but wouldn’t it be nice to have some privacy?” He spoke with a sigh, taking a deep breath as they both heard the front door open and saw Sugar Belle trot in with a smile before she stopped at the entrance to the living room, embarrassed at the fact that she felt she interrupted something.

“O-oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know anypony was here. I just came to check on Big Sugar and get dinner started. Is Granny Smith still sleeping, Apple Bloom?” She asked. The young mare nodded, quickly looking back at her boyfriend who rubbed his forehead with a hoof.

“You’re fine, sis. We were just talking. We’ll get out of your mane and finish our conversation elsewhere.” Apple Bloom went towards the front door smiling at Sugar Belle halfheartedly, leaving Rumble with no choice but to follow, leaving the unicorn confused before the door was shut behind her.

“You see what I mean, Bloom? There are not many places to go in a two-story house with six ponies in it, and you want to add me to the mix?” He whispered as they walked to the barn, Apple Bloom opening the large door and paused as she saw her brother working on a wagon.

Big Macintosh looked up and waved with a smile as they responded in kind before she shut the door again and gave an audible sigh.

“Alright, maybe you’re right. It’s getting a bit too crowded-”

“A bit?” Rumble interrupted with a blank expression.

“A bit,” She repeated as they walked farther into the sea of apple trees and she continued. “But this is my home, Rumble. It’s not like I can just uproot my life and move into town with you-”

“It’s not even twenty minutes from the farm. If it’s really an emergency then you can obviously run, you got four perfectly good working hooves after all. Besides, do you even get an allowance or do you just-”

“Have a roof over my head, food on my plate and a nice, warm bed to sleep in, one that you’ve slept in many times?” She asked making him groan before they finally sat down, far enough away to not be overheard.

“I-I don’t mean to insult you, Apple Bloom, but you don’t pay for rent, water, utilities, farm equipment, medical expenses or groceries, do you?”

She opened her mouth to respond before slowly closing it as she rubbed the back of her neck with a hoof.

“No.” She whispered softly making the pegasus place a wing over her shoulder as she sighed and leaned into the embrace. “But I work at the school of friendship to save as much as I can for the family, I do owe them something after all.”

Rumble gave her a sad smile and nuzzled her cheek. “And that’s very noble of you and I’m sure they appreciate it, but you’re not learning about the real world if you spend your whole life on the farm. I’m sorry for getting angry over you going to Zebrica with Zecora. I thought you were realizing you needed to start living your own life and that you were going to move to a different country to do it.” He spoke calmly as she turned towards him in shock before he held up a hoof.

“But I know you would never do that. Apples stick together after all. Thinking about the future, I want us to get married one day, Apple Bloom, and I know you want children, right?” He asked as she looked towards the ground and gave a small nod, blushing at the thought of them being married and settling down.

Apple Bloom couldn’t help but wonder what Babs would say about her marrying a pegasus.

“I know family is supposed to be there no matter what, I’m the same way with my brother. But I want us to be prepared to do things on our own, even if it’s something simple, like moving in together or teaching you how to pay bills. We all got to learn sometime, right?” Rumble finished with a small smile as she turned her head to look him in the eyes before she took a deep breath.

“Ah know, but Ah’m scared.” She whispered as he could only hold her tighter in his wing before leaning forward and giving her a small kiss.

“Believe me, I am to, Apple Bloom. But we can do this. All you have to do is be willing to take that first step with me.” He responded as she swallowed the saliva in her throat and bit her lip, thinking carefully over what he was asking while they sat in silence.

“Ok.” She replied, so quiet that he barely heard her as he chuckled, kissed her forehead and leaned his head on her own.

“We’ll figure it out, I promise.” He whispered, not noticing the tears that slid down his girlfriend’s face at the thought of moving away from her family that she’s known her whole life, even if it was only twenty minutes away before she sighed and wiped them away with a hoof, trying to keep a brave face for the pegasus she loved, despite her fears.

“I know...I love you, Rumble.” She said as he gave a gentle smile she could not see.

“And I love you, Apple Bloom.” He answered as the two sat in silence, watching what remained of the day pass them by.

Author's Note

Second chapter done, honestly one of my favorite pairings. I really wish there were more of these two together, I'd love to read them.

Also Big Sugar is actually the canon name for Big Mac and Sugar Belle's son, I did my research, I don't like the name but it's whatever.

Special thanks to my friend, Hope Caster. He really outdone himself.

I got one more to go for my personal ideas and then I'll do fan request.

Spread Your Wings (Rainbow Dash/Night Glider)

Rainbow Danger Dash flapped her wings harder, pushing herself to exhilarating, intense and nearly painful speeds as she gritted her teeth, her mane racing behind her along with her tail flailing in the breeze as she took a long, deep breath and with one more enormous flap of her wings, rocketed towards the finish line.

She passed it by at least a few yards, and looked behind her to see the pegasus who had challenged her to the race, Night Glider, fly with what little strength she could muster, before crossing the finish line.

Night Glider took quick deep breaths, not used to flying at such speeds. Her snow blueish-white mane was a mess, her moderate azure colored coat was heaving from the air in her lungs, her cerulean colored eyes glaring at Rainbow in rage, though her playful if not arrogant smile already told her opponent that it was nothing personal.

“Buck you, I almost had you, ‘fastest flier in Equestra’.” She mocked with a roll of her eyes as the two floated down to a cloud beneath them.

“Hey I am the fastest. Gotta admit though, you’re getting much better. In twenty years or so you might, emphasis on might, be able to beat me. But don’t get your hopes up.” Rainbow teased as she swung her hips into the mare with a smirk causing Night Glider to roll her eyes.

“For a pony, maybe. But a phoenix could still beat you in a race.” She replied as she stuck her tongue out to the mare beside her who could only scoff.

“Well duh, phoenixes are the fastest creatures in the world when they fly. Even I can’t reach their speed, not unless I do a Sonic Rainboom. When Spike told me that Peewee wanted to race, I was outmatched. AJ and Fluttershy won twenty bits when they bet against me. That part stung, but I’m glad to help the little fire bird out.” Rainbow admitted as she gave a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of her neck with a hoof.

“Can’t win them all, Dash. At least you can admit when you lose.” Night Glider said with a wink, causing Rainbow Dash to snort as she rolled her eyes.

“Buck you.” She retorted as the other pegasus had laid down and gotten comfortable, before opening one eye with a wicked grin on her face.

“I mean we can, if you want…” She trailed off as Rainbow’s face exploded in a sea of red as the Element of Loyalty didn’t meet her eyes.

“I-I didn’t mean...well we could, but I don’t think we’re far enough away from...and anyway we only been dating for two weeks so even for me-” Her stuttering was cut off as Night Glider gave a full bellied laugh, she was laughing so hard she was crying as Rainbow glared at her in anger.

“I was kidding, Rainbow Dash, gods. We agreed to take it slow, remember. I know you love going fast, but dating is different from a race, you know?” She teased as the mare could only huff, cross her forelegs and mutter words to herself that the pegasus could not hear.

“But unless you have Wonderbolt training tonight, we could go out and have some fun.” Night Glider spoke as she opened both eyes and saw Rainbow looking at her with a smile.

“Nah, I’m free. What are you thinking?” She asked as she laid down next to the mare with a yawn, placing her tail over her mate’s who smiled and slowly nuzzled her.

“I got tickets for us to go see Carriage on Fire in Canterlot tonight. Then maybe we can go grab some Hayburgers and a six pack of beer, sound good?” She suggested as Rainbow turned her head with a huge grin on her face.

“You got tickets for Carriage on Fire? Holy bucking shit, you’re the best girlfriend ever!” She screamed as she reached over with both front hooves, wrapped them around her neck and squeezed as she squealed like a filly while Night Glider laughed.

“And don’t you forget it.” She whispered into Rainbow’s right ear as she chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“Buck you.” Rainbow answered with a grin before leaning over and giving the pegasus a soft kiss as the two snuggled together, high up in the clouds and content with each other as they both peacefully fell into a deep and much needed sleep.

Author's Note

This might be the shortest chapter I have ever written. I was going to write more but did not know where to really go with out going into a full blown story, if I ever do such. I like this pairing though.

Hope you like it, next up is a request by morion87, so this should be fun.

Teach Me (Twilight/Cadance)

Twilight Sparkle had too many thoughts racing through her head. Calculations, variables, pros and cons, checklists and even a chart. Yet all her research, knowledge and brain power went out the window as she stood in front of Princess Mi Amore Cadenza’s front door, her right hoof raised to knock, inches from its destination and the words on her tongue nearly freezing in fear once the Alicorn opened the door.

She foalsat her for the sake of the gods!

She was...well actually she didn’t know how old Cadance was compared to her, but she knew for a fact that Cadance was older than her, that was the point of a foalsitter after all.

Yet, Twilight didn’t care. In actuality, she didn’t know how or even why she started to have romantic feelings for the mare, but she knew that she had to at least do something about it.

Part of her felt as though she should go over her notes from the romance books she read to triple check that she had everything in place for what she wanted to say, another part of her felt as though she shouldn't get in the way of Cadance and Shining Armor. He was her BBBFF after all, and she knew that even though the two were taking a break, Shining still loved the Alicorn dearly.

Yet, shockingly, a small part of her mind convinced her to say ‘to hell with it all’ and here she was, with no back up plan.

It was also the part of her brain that forced her hoof forward as she knocked and her eyes widen in shock as she swallowed the saliva in her throat audibly and panicked, but that was nothing new.

Briefly she wondered where the royal guards who were supposed to be guarding Cadance’s room were as her plan to leave a note with them for the princess evaporated as the door opened and Cadance stuck her head out in confusion before looking down.

“Oh, Twilight. I wasn’t expecting you. Come in.” Cadance spoke warmly as she opened the door wider with a hoof and a gentle smile, awaiting for the unicorn to enter.

It took every instinct Twilight had not to scream her love for the Alicorn or run away in terror as she slowly took a deep breath and walked inside, flinching as the older mare closed the door behind them.

“Please, have a seat. Make yourself at home, I was just thinking of ways to get Spike and Blue Blood back for the prank they pulled on me yesterday. Maybe a genius like yourself could help me?” She asked as she walked over to her large pink sofa near the edge of her room and laid down, not noticing the unicorn inching her way towards a chair near the couch as she climbed up and sat, feeling awkward with her front hooves in between her body as Twilight glanced at her old foalsitter who had a pencil in her magic and a notebook in front of her, obviously writing down plans to take down her cousins in a way that was not harmful, she hoped.

Twilight cleared her throat, forgetting nearly everything she had been working on for a month once she came to terms with her feelings as she tried to focus on what she knew best, planning.

“I’d love to help, may I see what you got in mind already?” She asked in what she hoped was not a squeaky voice as Cadance looked over at the unicorn and gave a dark grin before she floated the notebook towards Twilight as she gripped it in her hooves, forgetting the fact that she could have used her horn with her mind going haywire on what to say to her crush.

Quickly, as she had done many times before, she skimmed through the rough drafts, her mind working overtime with ideas on how to tweak or alter the plans laid out to not only get the best results, but also impress her crush. Part of her prayed that Princess Celestia would not be mad at them for pranking her son and nephew, and that the castle staff would forgive them for the mess.

As she worked, Twilight didn’t notice Cadance give a large yawn as she stretched out her hooves and smack her lips. She was tired, but she was glad that Twilight was here to help her. It allowed them to spend more time together.

“How have you been, Twilight? It’s been a while since we last saw each other. How’s college? Magic Historian class going well for you?” Cadance asked casually as she laid her head on a pillow.

“Hm? Oh, it’s going great. Nothing I can’t handle for the most part, but it’s starting to affect my sleep, not that there’s any problem with that, it’s just that I-”

“Need your sleep, I got it.” Cadance interrupted with chuckle as she took notice of just how Twilight was now making all her previous plans seem like garbage. Cadance trusted that Twilight was keeping the prank tempered, as she tended to go overboard at times.

“I’ve been helping Spike with his piano lessons when I have the time, and between that, studying on how to be a princess and the council meetings I’ve been sitting in with Aunt Tia, I’ve been exhausted.” Cadance sighed loudly as she slowly turned over to lay on her back with a hoof over her forehead as Twilight giggled and glanced up.

She felt her body froze as she looked at Alicorn before her, trying to keep her eyes from traveling lower down her body with a blush.

Clearing her throat loudly, Twilight buried herself deeper into her work, absentmindedly finding herself drawing the mare in front of her before she quickly erased it and covered it by coughing.

“Thirsty?” Cadance asked as Twilight gave a slow nod.

“I could use a glass of water if you don’t mind.” She responded with a tint of a blush while the mare rolled over and got her hooves on the floor to appease to her guest with a smirk.

“I got something a little better than water.” She giggled as Twilight’s eyes followed her movements towards the miniature fridge she had installed, complete with a cold spell to keep the food and drinks from spoiling or getting too warm. As she opened it with a hoof and brought out two bottles with her magic.

Twilight’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets once she was given the bottle, squirming nervously in her seat as she looked at the beer in her hoof.

“I...I’m not really one for alcohol, Cadance.” She stuttered looking at the Hayseed Beer in her left hoof with an embarrassed grin on her face as she glanced over at the Alicorn who had already opened her bottle and took a drink.

“Oh come on, Twi. Live a little. Other ponies your age make up any excuse they can to get drunk. One beer won’t hurt, would it?” She asked with a sly grin on her face as she got back to her spot on the couch and took another sip. She watched as Twilight, who was eighteen and thus at the legal age for things like drinking or gambling, slowly twist the cap off with a hoof and sniff the drink.

Saying that Twilight Sparkle didn’t do anything even remotely illegal unlike those she studied with was like saying the sky was blue. While she could very well drink, Twilight never went near the stuff, not even the day she had turned eighteen as her family, Cadance and Blue Blood got drunk off their asses while Celestia watched Spike.

She still didn’t know how her uncle managed to break the pool table, but she knew her father was angry over it even to this day. Twilight herself, who just turned eighteen over three months ago only had a small glass of wine that her family nearly forced her to try, but she never had beer before.

Cautiously she lifted the bottle to her muzzle with a small tremor while Cadance watched her like a hawk, eyes wide in both shock and excitement. Her father and brother have been trying to get the unicorn to share a drink with them for months, yet Cadance was able to do it on the first try and that caused her to smirk and feel proud of herself.

When she put the bottle to her lips and took a long drink, putting it down swiftly to cough from the liquid going down the wrong pipe while Cadance had to keep herself from bursting out laughing, she had a feeling that it was going to be a fun night with her friend.

*****

“You did not!” Cadance screamed as she howled with laughter. She was on her third beer, while Twilight grinned and took another sip of her second.

“I assure you, that’s the reason Shining Armor and my dad can no longer eat pears. My mom and I were dying of laughter. It was a bit mean but it was all in good fun.” Twilight answered as she chuckled at the memory.

Once the laughter died, there was an awkward pause, at least it felt like it to Twilight as she cradled the bottle in her hooves and glanced at the mare who was taking a long swig of her drink.

“Hey, Cadance?” Twilight nearly whispered to the Alicorn who looked at her with a tipsy smile.

“Yeah, Twi?” She replied before she rolled over on her back with a loud sigh of content.

“What happened with you and Shining?” Twilight questioned nervously as she looked up from the ingredient label she was reading to the older Alicorn who took a deep breath and breathed loudly out of her nose at the question.

“He felt like the responsibilities we were both under was taking too much time away from our relationship. It’s true, if I’m being honest but...it still stung to learn he wanted to break up. Maybe he’s having doubts that he can be with a princess. I don’t blame him if he did.” She answered softly before turning her eyes to Twilight who had her full attention.

“D-do you think you would give dating another shot?” Twilight fumbled awkwardly as she quickly took another sip, not meeting the Alicorn’s gaze.

“I mean...maybe. It’s been about a year after all, why? You trying to get under my tail, Twi?” She teased as the unicorn nearly choked once she took another swallow before she blushed.

“N-no. I mean not yet at least. I mean it would be rude to not at least take you out on a date first.” She replied quickly as Cadance chuckled before she took in what Twilight had said and quickly turned back to her.

“You’re serious?” She asked, her face emotionless as her eyes narrowed at the one she nearly raised while the young mare’s fur was so red they were both surprised she didn’t burst into flames, though Cadance had no doubt that being set on fire was exactly what Twilight was hoping would happen as she gave a tiny nod in response.

The silence that went on through the bedroom felt like eons to Twilight as she waited for the mare to say something, to reject her in disgust like trash or to comment at how inappropriate and disrespectful such a relationship would be or any number of negative responses that Twilight had whirling through her head as she waited for Cadance to speak.

“It won’t be easy dating me.” Was the only response she got as Twilight’s eyes widen in shock while the older mare had a nasty smile on her face as she winked.

“I-I’m good at multitasking. I won’t l-let you down.” Twilight stuttered with a very strained but nervous smile as the princess laughed loud and hard.

“How about Tuesday at eight? After you get out of class. I could go for a hayburger and some fries.” Cadance asked while Twilight gave a small chuckle.

“I’ll clear my schedule.” She spoke with a grin before Cadance brought her bottle close to her own with her magic.

“To a new relationship.” She said with an air kiss as she laughed again once Twilight blushed and repeated the phrase before they tapped the bottles together gently.

They talked and laughed the night away with a few more bottles of beer, as the smiles they wore never left the new couple’s face.

Author's Note

Requested by morion87.

I hope you like it, I never did a pairing like this before so I did the best I could. While I'm not a big fan of Twilight, I love writing Cadance, she's just so much fun to write about.

Next up is SoarinDash so keep an eye out everyone, enjoy.

Fly To My Heart (Rainbow Dash/Soarin)

Was he going to like her getting dressed up? Rainbow Dash shifted in her dress some as she looked at herself in the mirror while Rarity zipped the back of her dress up. Tonight was her and Soarin’s one year anniversary, commemorating when the two ponies started dating, and he had told her that he had a surprise for her tonight and seemed excited.

Rarity had just finished her dress for the night earlier that day, wanting her to look ‘like a glittering star that Soarin couldn’t ignore’.

“There we are! Gorgeous! Soarin will be one happy stallion when he sees you, I guarantee it!” Rarity puffed out her chest and smiled. She always did take pride in her work.

“Thanks Rarity. Can I fly in this though? It doesn’t feel very aerodynamic.”

“Darling, of course it’s not. The last thing you should do is exert yourself flying about trying to do tricks. You might get all-bleh-sweaty.” Rarity made gagging faces and shook her head. “It simply won’t do for a one-year anniversary, not with such a celebrity!”

“I’m a celebrity! In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a Wonderbolt too!” Rainbow cried, turning in her spot.

“Yes, but I don’t think Soarin ever squealed at the thought of meeting you, now did he?”

Rainbow turned a deep red as she covered herself with her wing. She squealed one time in front of her friends, and Rarity continued to bring it up.

“Oh, no need to be ashamed. Why, I do it to a new stallion about every week! Oh, what did you get him? Hopefully something thoughtful.” Rarity’s eyes narrowed and a smirk grew across her face. “Or, perhaps going someplace private for an after-dinner workout was your gift? Show him how good your dress looks on the floor after he helps you out of it?”

Rainbow turned a deep crimson. “No! He’s holding off until we’re married. I’m just having Applejack bake him a pie. I wish there was something else I could get him though. I’m not the best when it comes to gifts and he’s been hyping up this big surprise for weeks now! I don’t want to seem like I wasn’t trying.”

“Rainbow, don’t turn your anniversary into a competition. Whatever you get him, he’s sure to love. And whatever Soarin bought you, I’m sure it’s nothing too big.”

A ring. Spitfire’s mouth fell open as Soarin showed her a diamond ring in a box.

“Think she’ll like it?” He asked nervously. “I know a lot of ponies will say that I’m moving fast, but I don’t want to wait to start a family with her.” He chuckled to himself. “I love her, and I hate dating! I’d rather we’d be able to see each other every day, wake up next to each other every day, tell her I love her every day, have kids and have her tell me how much she hates me for putting her through that!” He sighed blissfully, thinking about the mare that had zoomed into his life and stolen his heart.

There was something infectious about being around her. A confidence that she exerted that made anyone she talked to feel like they could take on the world. Not to mention her tenacity. She was so willing to give anything, even things that she’d never tried before her all, from tricks to playing O&O with him and his friends.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, Clipper,” Spitfire said. All she could think of as she looked at the ring was how much the media would eat it up. Two Wonderbolts dating was one thing, but a Wonderbolt Wedding? The team would be talked about for weeks in every publication. Fans would die when they found out.

Then, when Soarin and Rainbow tied the knot, it would be another few weeks of free press. Then the babies! Wonderbolt Babies! They could overtake the growing name of the Washouts easily with this!

“You, you show her a good night tonight,” Spitfire said. “And don’t lose the ring.”

“Oh, I won’t, I have everything planned! From a reservation at the Prancing Pony, to the song that the string quartet will play after dinner when they serve dessert! Trust me, nothing’s going to go wrong.”

He closed the lid and went on his way. There was still one thing he needed to get before he could tie the knot and get down on one knee, and that was to get a bottle of Sweet Apple Acres’ Apple Cider, Rainbow Dash’s favorite drink.

Rainbow Dash came to Sweet Apple Acres late in the afternoon. Waiting on the porch was Applejack, and with her a box containing Soarin’s pie.

“Oh thank goodness, you got it done in time!” Rainbow said, grabbing the box and opening it.

“Dash, I ain’t you, I know how to get things done on time.”

“Hey, I did get a present with an ahour to spare! Plus, now I owe you one!”

“You owe me more than one!” Applejack said, chuckling. “I just haven’t cashed in on all them favors yet.”

“Yeah, yeah!” She took the box. “Thanks again!” She trotted off into town and went to Sugarcube Corner to relax for an hour before dinner.

As she did, Granny Smith exited the house, carrying with her a bottle of cider.

“So how much you think we charge the boy for this?” She asked her granddaughter as she took a seat on her rocking chair.

“I say thirty bits, it’s fer Rainbow after all, plus, he hinted to me he’s planning on proposing tonight, so I thought I might as well help make this the most memorable night I can.”

“Thirty bits? This bottle should go for forty at least! I swear, sometimes them Friendship lessons ain’t good fer business. Still, better what Apple Bloom might have sold it for. She wanted me to let her negotiate the price.”

“Girl would give it away for free if she knew it was for a proposal.” The mares leaned back in their seats and waited for their customer to arrive.

Soarin landed at the farmhouse thirty minutes later, and found Granny Smith and Applejack out on the porch, a bottle of Apple Cider between them. He had a blank cheque ready to sign, all he needed to do was negotiate price.

“Ladies,” he said, bowing his head as he approached the porch.

“Soarin,” They said, with Applejack tipping her hat.

“Let’s get down to it,” Soarin said, letting out a breath that he’d been holding since he’d arrived. “How much for the bottle of cider?”

Applejack let out hums and hmms as she feigned being deep in thought. Granny Smith rolled her eyes and wished she’d get on with it. “Well, cider season ain’t supposed to be for another few months, but I suppose I could let you have a bottle early for say-”

“Two hundred bits!” Apple Bloom cried, popping out of the house, and rushing to Soarin. “Trust me, that’s a steal!”

Apple Bloom was not expecting Soarin to agree to such a price. She was expecting him to name his price, and then her sister could haggle from there. Unfortunately, she made one very crucial miscalculation. Soarin was very well off. One might even say loaded. And so, his response shocked everypony.

“Deal!” Soarin shouted, thinking Apple Bloom had gotten him a deal. He had heard that aged cider was worth a lot of bits, five hundred at the very least, and it was likely that for the proposal, Applejack had procured him such a beverage. He was wrong.

“Wait-!” An old, decrepit hoof swung and covered Applejack’s mouth before the mare could say anything.

“Hush Sugarcube, jus’ let this happen.”

Handing Granny Smith a cheque, Soarin thanked his hosts, not knowing that he had scammed himself into paying one hundred and seventy bits more than he needed to, and flew off to the restaurant. He greeted the owner, and his best staff, and gave them the cider to chill and the ring.

He had bought out the venue for him and Rainbow, so they wouldn’t be hassled by fans. Not that he hated fans, he just wanted to get down on one knee without being asked for a picture or an autograph, just for tonight.

He sat down outside, in an area that was surrounded by large trees that blocked the town save for the night sky that now hung overhead and waited. Forty-five minutes later, Rainbow Dash came walking into the field in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen.

His heart skipped a beat as she approached him. He began to fumble his words as he tried to think of something anything to say. But all he could say as she sat across from him was, “You look awesome.”

“Not so bad looking yourself,” She said, smirking as she put down her present. “Oh, and I talked to the waiter, I have dessert covered.”

“Is that a pie?”

“You bet your sweet flank it’s a pie!”

“I love you so much right now!” Soarin calmed himself. “But first, let’s just enjoy ourselves, we have the whole night ahead, right?” First came the appetizers, battered and fried cauliflower with sweet and spicy dipping sauces, one of Rainbow’s favorites.

Next came dinner, a simple quiche for him and a vegetable stew for Rainbow Dash. They ate with gusto, going over their day and talking about how their friends were doing. Then, after a palate cleanser, Rainbow Dash opened her present.

Soarin nearly squealed in excitement, but caught himself at the last moment. The waiter sliced the pie and gave them each a healthy portion. “So, think your surprise will measure up?” Rainbow asked, smirking.

She was turning this into a competition. Soarin could only grin widely at her. He would play her game, and win easily.

“Yeah, I think it will.” He motioned for the waiter, and suddenly the string quartet began to serenade them. The waiter left and returned with a bucket of ice containing the cider, before he left again.

“No way!” Rainbow cried.

“I know, and it wasn’t cheap either! Your friend can haggle!” Soarin chuckled. “And it’s gonna get better.”

“With a drink this good, I doubt it!”

He took out a bottle of cider from the ice bucket and turned away from her. The waiter brought over two crystal glasses, one holding in it the diamond ring. Soarin filled up both to the brim, and the waiter served them both before leaving once again.

He lifted the glass. “To us. Happy anniversary, Rainbow Dash. I love you.”

“I love you too,” She said. “Happy anniversary.”

Soarin tipped back his drink, closing his eyes. He wanted to open them and see the look on her face, holding the ring in her hoof, her wing, or even her mouth. He would take it back, dry it off, get down on one knee and finally ask, ‘Rainbow Dash, will you marry me?’

He put down his glass, sighing happily as he opened his eyes. Rainbow Dash was right, it was an amazing cider. He smiled at her, her hair and eyes shimmering in the moonlight, and looked at her hooves expecting to see a ring and a shocked face. He saw neither. He looked at her glass and his smile faded. It was entirely empty.

“You drank it all?”

“Yeah! In one gulp! You’re the best!” She pulled him over the table and gave him a long kiss. They pulled apart, and Rainbow Dash saw the shocked expression on his face. “What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong? Hey, you brought the best cider in the world so-”

“I want to get married,” Soarin said, looking her in the eyes. “I was planning on proposing to you tonight.” Soarin said, after he was released.

All joy from her face faded. Her eyes went wide and there was a sudden tornado of emotion welling inside of her. “What?”

“Yeah. Rainbow Dash, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to have a family with you. Grow old, that kind of thing.”

“Oh my goodness!” She shouted. She began to breathe heavily as tears welled in her eyes.

“Okay, okay, okay. Yes! Yes! The answer is yes!”

“Rainbow I-”

“Right, right! You need to get down on one knee! Okay, go for it! The answer is yes, by the way.” It was like there was a dam that was about to burst. She was going to cry. She was going to bawl her eyes out, and she wasn’t going to care who saw. How was she supposed to contain herself? She was about to be engaged!

“Okay, but I don’t have the ring anymore,” Soarin admitted.

“What? You lost the ring?! How could you lose the ring!?”

“Thing is, the proposal and the ring, that was the surprise I had for you,” Soarin said, rubbing the back of his head.
The color drained from Rainbow’s face. “No, no, the cider was the surprise,” Rainbow said, pointing to the bottle of Apple Cider, praying that he was not about to say what she thought her fiancé was about to say. “That was the second-best gift you could have gotten me behind getting on your knee. Just tell me it was stolen or that you lost it, please.”

“Rainbow, I’m so sorry, but I put the ring in the cider.”

Rainbow’s loud string of cursing could be heard all the way in Canterlot.

The two Wonderbolts retrieved the ring three days later and were engaged the next day, after it was thoroughly washed.

Most everypony laughed at the story.

Rarity was disgusted.

Author's Note

Requested by superfun.

I hope you like it, it was written entirely by my proofreader, Hope Caster who I honestly think did an amazing job. Thanks my brother.

Next up is Garble/Ember. This should be...interesting.

Fire In Our Hearts (Ember/Garble)

Whatever he was feeling, it was not what a dragon should feel, and for the second time in his life, Garble didn’t mind. What was it though? Garble had been spending more and more time with Dragon Lord Ember the past few weeks, at first only to teach her to write poetry.

She was good but needed to expand her horizons. He suggested some works from the enlightenment era, and some Shake Spear, a well-known pony poet, couldn’t hurt. Then they started to care less and less about poetry and began to talk about themselves and their personal lives. He didn’t know why, but he liked it.

“My dad was the worst,” she said one day. “He never let me out of his sight when I was young! It was like I was some fragile flower that needed guarding all the time.”

“That sucks, but I can’t say that I blame him. I was the same way with Smolder until recently. If anything, it just means we love you guys. We just have trouble showing in a way that isn’t being stupid.”

“I guess. Still annoying though,” Ember muttered, cheeks inflating as her brows knitted together.

Cute. It was the only word to describe her angry look, and he liked seeing her when she was cute. This was certainly not Dragon. This became apparent when Smolder roped the two of them into a tea party. His little sister always did have a love for tea and sweets.

Not to mention how she loved looking adorable. Smolder normally wore a sky-blue dress that he’d bought her for her most recent birthday. Ember wore a similar pink gown on some days, sometimes her purple one, or the backless yellow one, thinner and lighter than the other two. He could have sworn that his heart skipped a beat when he saw her for the first time.

There was just one question he had for when Ember wore such gaudy clothes; why did she need to look good in them? Worse, why did he seem to go stupid when she talked to him, looking at him with starry eyes? He could barely string together two words.

She seemed to even enjoy his company most of the time. Not to say that he didn’t have his slip ups. And she never let him off the hook when he slipped up. Just last week she was on the verge of beating him after he had a scuffle with his ‘friends’.

“Is it hard for you not to get into a fight!?” Ember shouted at him as she applied a healer’s medicine to his wounds. They had sliced him with their claws, leaving him bloodied, and he had done the same to them. The only difference was that he was still conscious after the encounter. “Three on one. Why did you think that was a good idea!?”

“It wasn’t, but I won the fight,” Garble murmured.

Ember glared at him, making him shrink. “Did it make you feel strong? Is that what you want to feel, like you can take on anything by yourself?”

“Yeah! Well, no, but they-”

Ember slapped a cut on his back causing him to yelp.

“I don’t care what they did, I care about what you did! What if something happens?” She asked, applying more of the medicine to the cuts on his arms. “You’re lucky these cuts are all you got! You could have smashed your head open against a rock, got crushed by a boulder, gotten hit in the wrong place and not know it’s a problem until it’s too late! In case you haven’t figured it out yet, if you keep acting like a tough loner, you could die!”

“You would care?” Garble asked, bitter that he was being chided. He was smacked again, harder this time. He let out a hiss and Ember continued tending to him.

“Of course I would care! I-” She paused and took a moment to calm herself. “You’re my friend. You just started being better. I can at least trust you not to torch a pony village if I look away for two minutes. Plus, I don’t want to think about having to help Smolder bury her brother.” She put her fingers back into the glass bottle for another scoop of the balm, only to it empty. “Of course, I run out now!” Out of frustration, Ember threw the bottle against the wall before sighing. “I have some fire balm back in my cave.” Her glare hardened as she turned his head towards him. “Stinging, burning, fire balm. I’ll be right back. Stupid dragon, fighting stupid fights,” she muttered, leaving him alone.

He felt bad about making her worry, but at the same time, he was happy that she worried about him. Was there something wrong with him? And why was there a heaviness in his chest whenever he thought about her?

There was only one person he could talk to about this. His sister. He trusted her with his most guarded secrets, and this was the same. He had written her a letter explaining his predicament and had received a less than verbose response. ‘Talk to her or ask her out. It’s called a crush.

It means you like her. Don’t be Garble about this, be Gar-Gar about it. XOXO, Smolder. P.S. If you need more help, just send me another letter, I’ll be there as soon as I can. P.P.S. I might come with Spike, Ember needs his help. If you can’t be nice to him, LEAVE. HIM. ALONE. P.P.P.S Ember told me about the fight you had recently. You and I are going to have a LONG talk.’

There was a lot to unpack there. Most of which being that A: He had a crush on his friend, his lord, and his former rival. This was a lot to take in. B: He needed to be the Garble, Ember seemed to like and finally C: He desperately needed to send another letter.

Things were not much better with the Dragon Lord. Ember slammed her fists against the side of her head in an attempt to rid her of thoughts, thoughts she was convinced she shouldn’t have, not about Garble anyway. Whatever she was feeling, it was not dragon, and for some reason, she didn’t want it to be. It started when she started spending more time with Garble. Originally, she was supposed to just learn poetry. And then she started to spend time with him outside of that. She loved it.

One of her jobs as Lord was watching hatchlings for busier dragons. Anytime she called, he responded without hesitation.

“You want to be gentle,” Garble told her as she first approached a small pit filled with a group of hatchlings. There was always a small group of mothers that watched as their young played, whimpering and chirping, and made sure that the Dragon Lord and her assistant could tend to the hatchlings adequately.

“Just get low, like you’re laying down. They’re going to pounce on you, just let them. They need to learn to fight. Once they start biting, nudge them a little, let them know that things fight back. Some will try and sneak attack, let them do it the first time. It boosts their confidence for the moment and makes them learn that they need to try harder when you catch them the second time.”

She tried her best, but Ember was terrible caring and playing with them. Not Garble though. Garble acted as if he’d been doing it for ages. He gently nudged them as they pounced on him, gave them a small nip when they began to get too rowdy, and showed them how to silently creep up on unsuspecting prey. The hatchlings seemed to adore him and he them. Many mothers had begun calling him the Nursery Nanny, not mocking him, but adoring him as he played with the little ones.

Then there came the hatchling’s nap time. He sung to them. He sung old Dragon songs of mighty drakes, charming and winning the hands of dragonesses, but the fact of the matter was, he sung. Garble the Dragon sung. Ember laughed to herself, who wouldn’t?

And he along with her.

He even recited his terrible poetry, which they seemed to enjoy more than the songs. There was something else she noticed. He was happy, smiling even. It was a real smile, a nice smile, one that made her heart flutter and her stomach feels as if she’d eaten a swarm of butterflies.

How was this Garble?

They even had tea parties together. She would normally hate that, but with Garble and Smolder asking her, how could she not join in the fun? Not to mention that Garble didn’t look bad in his suit nor she in a dress. They were even allowed a laugh, sometimes coming at the expense of Smolder.

“You should have seen her!” Garble said, snickering. “Barely able to speak, pulling things out of an old trunk, and she finds the most tattered dress in the world.”

Smolder turned red and put her face in her hands. “Gar-Gar,” She said, in a defeated groan.

“And-and-and-” Garble got control of his laughter, “she finds this rusted tiara, and puts it on. I don’t know how, but they fit like gloves. It was amazing! She runs into our cave and starts hopping up and down screaming, ‘Gar-Gar, Gar-Gar, look at it! Look it! I’m prettiful! I’m prettiful right?’ Now, I say yes, despite my knowing she shouldn’t want to be cute, but she was happy, I couldn’t help but encourage it. But that’s not the best part.”

“Shut your mouth, now!” Smolder said.

“As Dragon Lord, I order you to finish the story!” Ember said, barely able to control her laughter.

Garble smiled. “So, a week before her birthday, I steal her dress and tiara, and have a tailor and jeweler make her new ones. You should have seen her when she got to wear them!” He said laughing. “She was crying she was so happy!”

“Can we talk about anything else!?” Smolder finally shouted, turning a deep crimson as she glared at her brother.

While it was fun spending time with them, it was a lie to say Garble didn’t have his slip ups. Just a few days ago, he got into a fight with some of his friends, perhaps former friends. He’d lost many since he helped hatch the hatchlings, so it wasn’t abnormal for him to fight those that were once in his gang.

The times that he did fumble and fight, it was the worst part of their friendship. A few bruises were something she could ignore. A single cut? Tuesday for a dragon. A three on one (with him being the one), being lacerated several times, and those lacerations pouring out blood like a faucet? She nearly lost it. Fortunately, there was no lasting damage, and she was able to use fire balm, a stinging ointment to both heal and punish him. He, hopefully, learned his lesson.

She didn’t know why she was so upset, but this fight seemed to frighten her more than usual. Then, when he questioned if she would even care if he died, she shouted, “Of course I would care! I-” She silenced herself.

It was only through luck that she caught herself. What was she going to say? Why did thinking about him make her so queasy? She needed an emotional expert.

So, she contacted Spike, as Thorax was ‘having issues of his own, involving someone Great and Powerful’ according to his brother. Spike responded with a letter. “Ember,” the letter said, “I’ll be there soon to help. P.S. I’m glad you found someone! P.P.S. Smolder’s coming with me. Apparently, Garble’s been having some issues as well.”

Relief surged through her upon reading the letter. After sorting out her emotions, maybe Spike could talk some sense into Garble. She was worried about him getting hurt again. Not because she cared, but if he got hurt and never recovered, she’d lose out on someone that helped her with the hatchlings. She felt a knot in her stomach before growing annoyed.

Even if he was helpful, why did she care if that moron got hurt? And he was a moron, with a moron smirk, and his moron poetry, and his moron everything! So what if he was nice to his little sister? So what if he was great with the hatchlings? What did she care if he was actually kind of good looking and strong? An image popped into her head and she turned a deep red. Spike better get here soon.

Dry, the air was very dry. That was something that Spike never did get used to while in the Dragon Lands. Something else that Spike would never get used to? Hearing that Ember had a crush on someone. It sounded so strange. He looked ahead and saw Smolder, flying silently.

“So, is Garble having trouble with friends?”

“No,” Smolder said. “It’s more personal than that. He wouldn’t want me talking about it. So, what’s Ember’s problem?” Smolder asked.

“Oh, uh, don’t tell her I told you this, but she has a crush on somedragon. I don’t think she knows how to handle it. You guys don’t do emotion well.”

Smolder smiled. “Look who’s learning! There’s my stop, we’ll meet up with you later.” Smolder made a sudden dive towards a cave, likely Garble’s. Thinking about it logically, it was better to let her handle Garble alone for now. He could focus on Ember, and then they could reconvene while he was under the protection of both Smolder and Ember. He gave his wings a flap, and went towards the Nursery.

Smolder took a deep breath as she entered her brother’s cave. It still had that same old smell from her time in the Dragons Lands. Near the back sat Garble, preparing a kettle especially for her. She was going to have fun this if she could. Her brother was her brother, and Smolder could mock and tease him without fear of retribution. But before that, she gave her brother a short hug, before plopping herself on the ground. “How long has it been steeping?” She asked.

“Not too long, I think I only started it a minute ago.”

Smolder took a seat around the fire and they waited until the brew was ready. She poured herself some tea, took a long sip and smiled. “That’s some good. So, you have a crush on Ember.”

Garble’s eyes went wide and choked a bit on his drink. He began to stammer. “I-who-uh-How-?”

“I had a three tea parties with you two, just you two, she’s the only dragon that you seem to talk about, and your latest poem focused on a beautiful, sparkling sapphire. It’s kind of obvious.”

Garble starred in his own cup before letting out a sigh. “So what do you think I should do? This sounds like pony stuff, I’m not good with pony stuff!”

“It’s like I said in my letter, talk to her. She doesn’t hate you!”

“We fought in the gauntlet,” Garble quickly said, trying to make an excuse.

“So did mom and dad, they had you a few years later.”

“I opened my mouth.”

“And she’s still around!” Smolder said. “Thankfully, you didn’t do too much damage.”
“I got in a fight,” Garble said.

“Oh, right, I forgot about that!” Smiling, and putting her tea to the side, Smolder stood up, walked over to her brother, and whipped her hand across his muzzle. “What the hell were you thinking!?” Smolder shouted.

“I wasn’t.”

“Obviously! A three on one, against those idiots!?”

“I won.”

“You think I care?! I mean, the dragon in me wants to high five you,” Smolder said, off handedly. “But the sister in me wants to kick your ass!”

“I was fine,” Garble said. “And they learned their lesson!”

“You call needing fire balm fine!?” Smolder covered her eyes before dragging her fingers down her face. “What if something happened to you!?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think that far ahead! Gah, you sound like Ember,” he grumbled.

Smolder pinched the bridge of her nose. “So she cared enough to worry, probably heard you have a blatant disregard for your own safety, and she is still sticking around. Again, just talk to her.” She paused and glared at her brother. “Did you apologize for your stupidity?”

Garble let out a disappointed groan. “I should have, she looked-” Garble tried to recall the expression on her face after she’d patched him up. There came a sickening feeling in his stomach. “I don’t know. Worried? I felt bad.”

“You’re learning empathy. Dear Bahamut, you’re growing up.”

“The brave dragon spewed forth a torrent of fire, and incinerated the dastardly knight, reducing him and all of his vile equipment to ash. And then, the dragon and the beautiful pony princess, lived happily ever after, atop the gold he had so rightfully claimed. The End,” Ember said, reading a passage from her favorite story book. The snores of hatchlings could be heard throughout the nursery from their little hole in the ground.

They were above a lava lake so they were kept nice and warm and would be asleep for about an hour. Ember quietly picked herself up and found a small spot to sit and relax.

She leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and cursed the world that Garble was nowhere to be found. For the past five hours she’d been tending to, chasing down and entertaining the little monsters. If Hatchlings were weak, fragile little things, why did they tire her out so much?

“Ember!” A voice cried. Ember perked and stood, watching as Spike landed on the ground and rushed towards her. The little dragon gave her a hug, and Ember patted him on the head, as usual.

“Good to see you Spike, so about my problem, you said something weird in the letter about finding someone?”
“Yeah, you made it sound like you had a crush,” Spike said.

“I sometimes want to crush him, yes.” Garble was annoying like that sometimes. Crushing him was a very normal desire.

“No, no, it means that you like someone. It’s like you’re falling in love. It’s happened to me a few times. Just recently, I went on a date with-” Spike stopped himself. “That’s not important. But from your letter, I could tell that you liked, uh, whatever the dragon’s name is.”

A crush was liking someone, so that meant that Spike thought she liked Garble. “Look, it’s not a crush, it’s just, I have these weird feelings about my friend.”

“Like what?”

“Like-” Where could she begin? “-I think it’s cute when he plays with the hatchlings, and I kind of like watching him. He sometimes teaches me how to handle them. It’s fun. Then we sometimes go swimming in a lava pond, and that’s always nice.” Ember suddenly turned bitter. “But he’s annoying! He keeps getting into fights!”

“Isn’t that just being a dragon? I thought you got in fights sometimes.”

Ember blushed. “Well, no I challenge dragons to competitions! He fights, with claws and teeth! The worst part is that, sometimes, he gets hurt and I was-was-” She sneered. “- I was mad he was being stupid and getting hurt!”

“That happens when you really care about someone. It’s called being worried.”

“But that’s not all! Thinking about him, I feel my body heat up, my stomach feels weird, and I-I don’t know! Ugh, I hate this!”
Spike nodded his head, as if to signal he understood what she was going through. Maybe his kind was just emotionally stunted. Nothing he hadn’t dealt with before. “So, you like spending time with him, worry about him if he gets hurt, and you think it’s sweet that he’s good with kids.”

“Yeah, he’s sweet once you get to know him, and I get mad, not worried! If he listened, maybe he would stop with the tough guy loner crap! Thing is, he has a reputation around the nursery.” Ember began to rub the back of her neck. “The mother’s call him the Nursery Nanny.”

Spike cracked a smile and he began to snort a little. “You like someone with the nickname Nursery Nanny?” Spike began to chortle some, much to his shame. However, hearing that a dragon was called the Nursery Nanny was the funniest thing he’d heard all day. He regretted his amusement when a low, powerful voice spoke.

“What?!” It said. Spike froze and turned as a fully-grown dragoness slowly craned her head towards them. “Did I hear that right, Ember?” She asked. “You have a small attraction to the Nursery Nanny? No, no, no, this can’t be right.”

“Oh, do they know him?” Spike asked. He turned to the dragoness and waved. “I’m Spike by the way. Hi.”

“They do,” Ember said, clenching her eyes shut. “Please do not get into this. It’s a matter between us.”

The Dragoness began to shake her head. “I feel like I have to! Dear, think about this logically. Do you think he’s a good fit? He’s a bit of a brute if you ask me. I suggest you consider someone else. I hear Fizzle is looking for a mate, or Adonis! He’s strong, perfect for the Lord of Dragons.”

There came another dragoness, huffing and sneering at the one speaking with the two children.

“Don’t listen to her,” She said, giving her opponent the evil eye. “The only reason she wants you away from him, is so her daughter can drag him back to her hoard!”

“Too true,” A third said. She looked at the first dragoness. “You’ve always have tried to set your daughter up with potential mates, Amethyst, even when they’re out of her league.”

“Out of her league is an understatement,” A very large, brown dragon scoffed, “I’ve been trying to get my Clump to learn from the Nursery Nanny. He got in a fight with him, with his friends no less, and lost! That dragon is both strong and caring. A fine mate for any dragoness to choose, especially when Ember makes up for his impetuousness.”

Spike’s eyes widened as a smile formed across his face. Ember’s crush took on Garble’s gang, and possibly Garble, and won? That was amazing! “This guy sounds like a catch, Ember! What’s his name? I have to meet him!”

Ember felt a chill run down her spine. “Spike, I don’t think-”

“Oh, you won’t be able to meet with him just yet,” A fourth dragoness said. “I think he’s with his sister at the moment. Garble has always been overly fond of her.”

“A bit too protective, if I say so myself. But such is the habit of an older sibling.”

“I saw him sneaking after her during her first molt, years ago! Made sure she knew how to sneak about and find gems close to a cave. Poor dear was worried a Roc was going to carry her off!”

“He helped her cheat, essentially.” A dragoness rolled her eyes. “Still, he’s a fine drake, it’s just a bit disappointing knowing that.”

“Just fine? I’d say very fine. If my daughter had any sense in her, she’d dump her current prospect and pounce on Garble. But alas, she’s drawn to mediocrity.”

Spike’s wonder instantly faded, and all that was left was a confused dragon, standing with an awkward smile on his face. Perhaps he needed to have his ears cleaned. “I’m sorry, it sounded like you all just said that Garble was the Nursery Nanny,” He said, walking up to the dragonesses and smiling.

“That he is. He’s very charming, if I do say so myself. The hatchlings adore him. He’s a natural born father if there ever was one. He’s a lot like Torch the more I think about it. Good and bad, unfortunately.”

“So, that would mean that Ember has a crush on-on-” He let out a nervous laugh as his stomach twisted itself into a knot. “She likes-” he was unable to finish the sentence.

“Garble, his name is Garble,” a dragoness said. Her eyes focused on Ember. “Again, Ember, before someone else claims him, pounce. He’s a drake. He won’t say no to you.”

“He’d be a fool to say no,” a second claimed.

“An absolute moron,” a third added.

“If that’s the case, there’s a good chance he might say no,” One said with a chuckle, earning a small laugh from her friends.
“Someone, kill me now,” Ember sighed, putting her face in her claws.

“Well, if he does, she’s the Dragon Lord, she could just demand that he court her.”

“It would be the most pragmatic thing to do. Honestly, I think your little hatchlings would look adorable.”

Her cheeks flushed at that. Maybe there was a cliff she could jump off. She turned to Spike, who stood very still, staring out into space. “Spike are you-?”

“You like Garble. Huh. Ain’t that a fact,” Spike said, his head lightly bobbing up and down.

Sludge nestled into his pitiful hoard, unable to find a comfortable spot to sleep. He could use a long rest after a full day of doing nothing. If only he had something to listen to as he drifted off. But what could soothe his tired, bloated body and mind?

There was suddenly a loud cry of terror that, for some reason, lulled Sludge into a deep sleep.

Smolder heard Spike’s cry of anguish and glared at her brother.

“I was here the whole time,” Garble said. “You cannot blame me for that.”

Twilight head shot up from her desk, her test grading interrupted.

“What’s wrong?” Starlight asked.

“I don’t know,” Twilight said. “I thought I just heard Spike screaming.”

Perhaps it was only the wind.

Thorax heard the scream loud and clear. It was Spike, but it felt strange. “Huh,” He said thinking aloud, “he’s not in danger, but he is disturbed.” Thorax mulled over the options he had. It was probably nothing.

The sound of crying echoed through the nursery as the hatchlings woke from their naps. Few didn’t cry, but were grumpy and glared at Spike. If the drake had any good will with the mothers strewn about the mountains, it had now faded into oblivion. One dragoness, whose child had just been but down for a nap after crying and fussing for hours, voiced this in a very unique way.

“Dragon Lord, are we allowed to hurt this one?” She asked as she picked up her hatchling, rocking it gently as it wept. “I don’t think any of us enjoy our hatchlings being woken prematurely by screaming runts.”

“No, he’s an ambassador,” Ember quickly pointed out. “If you did that, that would start a war with the ponies!”

“You’re not making much of a case against crushing him,” A dragoness said.

Ember cursed to herself. “Well, he’s friends with Garble! Very good friends with Garble, he’d be in a rut for weeks if you killed him!”

“What?!” Spike said, loudly.

“Is he now?”

“A strange friend to have.”

“Perhaps he’s giving the lad guidance?”

“He certainly seems to need it!”

“I suppose the Nursery Nanny is a reason to spare him.” The mothers gave Spike a nasty look before tending to the hatchlings.

“This is a waking nightmare,” Spike said. He stumbled some and came to lean against a nearby wall.

“How?” Ember asked.

“Because being spared for knowing Garble feels wrong.”

“You said that when I dubbed him Hero of the Dragon Lands.”

“And it still sounds wrong!”

“More wrong than-”

“Yes, more wrong than knowing you like Gar-” Spike heaved as he tried to finish the sentence. He took a few deep breaths, counted to ten, and brought his emotions under control. “Okay, okay, I’m overreacting. Everyone here seems to like him, so, maybe he isn’t all that bad.” It still felt wrong to say. “So, you and Garble.”

“It’s not like that!” Ember said.

“Right, you just get worried about him, get excited when you’re about to spend time with him, and you like doing nothing together and just stargaze some nights while you snuggle for warmth!”

“He said he wouldn’t tell anyone about that!” Ember snapped.

“I was being facetious,” Spike said with a sigh. “Smolder better be having a better time than I am. Who am I kidding? Garble’s probably making her pull her spikes out.”

“Judging by that scream, I’d say Spike just found out about you and Ember.

“There’s an Ember and I?”

“She’s having love problems of her own, that’s likely you.” Smolder took a deep breath. “I get you both have this ‘it’s not like I like you or anything’ act going on, and it’s cute for five minutes. Five minutes is almost up, Bro, so get your crap together. I don’t want you dying alone. Just look at it like this, you like each other, and that’s good! You can ask her to dinner or something, and you can be sure she’ll say yes. Just go for it!”

“Maybe,” Garble grumbled.

“She makes you happy, right? And you’re done with fighting, right?”

“She does, but I need you to define ‘done with fighting’.”

“Barring that anyone comes at you first, you will not start crap because idiots mouth off.”

Garble thought back to his last fight. “Yeah, after the last one, I don’t think I can start another. Not that I don’t want to, I just don’t want to sc-disappoint her.”

“Good. How about I go with you and make sure you don’t get cold feet?”

“How are you going to do that?” Garble’s answer came in the form of another slap across the face.

The journey to the nursery felt like it took a lifetime. Mostly because Garble felt the urge to back out several times, only for Smolder to smack him. They landed and saw Spike and Ember talking. Judging by the way Ember was pacing, and the pace at which she was speaking, she was busy trying to explain to Spike that she did not like Garble, and judging by a mark on Spike’s forehead, he was slapping himself out of frustration.

Smolder picked up three pebbles. Two were sent flying, hitting Spike and Ember’s arm. The was an ‘ow!’ and both Dragons turned.

“Garble?” Ember asked, seeing Garble with Smolder, the latter tossing the third pebble into the air and catching it.

“Smolder!” Spike cried. He looked towards her brother and his expression fell flat. “Garble.”

“Spike,” Garble responded.

“Yeah, yeah, we all know each other,” Smolder grabbed Spike’s arm. “You’re coming with me.” She turned to Garble. “You, talk to her. You,” she pointed to Ember, “talk to him.”

“Did you know?” Spike asked as Smolder pulled him behind a large rock so they could eavesdrop.

“I knew before they did. You took it well,” She said.

“Yeah, I only found out my friend was dating the wors-” Spike caught himself as Smolder glared at him. “My rival.”

“They’re not dating yet. Give it a moment though. Please, Bahamut, get them to be honest,” Smolder said, looking towards the sky. “And keep my brother from talking too much.”

Garble rubbed the back of his head as he approached Ember. “Look, I wanted to say I’m sorry,” Garble said. “I know getting in that fight was stupid, I shouldn’t have done it, and I need to work on not getting pissed all the time. You know how it is. You raze a village over the title Honorary Yak.” That earned him a grumble. “Sorry. I’m also sorry that I worried you,” he said.

“I wasn’t worried, I was mad!” Ember shouted, stomping her foot on the ground.

“Mad he got hurt!” Spike said from afar.

“We don’t need the peanut gallery!” Garble and Ember said in unison.

“That doesn’t mean I’m wrong!”

Ember growled at the two dragons that hid behind a boulder. She looked at Garble and then towards the ground. “Okay, fine, maybe I was a little worried. You looked worse than usual,” she crossed her arms and turned away from him, her cheeks inflating as she grumbled to herself. “I-I got scared.”

She was trembling, very subtly, but Garble had learned to notice it. The worst part was the sniffle he heard. It was the second time he heard it, and it still made him feel like the biggest jackass in the land. The first time he heard it was after the fight he had. He couldn’t blame her for being scared for him. It was worse than usual. Normally his fights ended in a few bruises, never in bleeding and lacerations. Letting out a sigh, Garble got behind Ember, and gently wrapped his arms around her. “I’m so sorry.”

Ember leaned into the embrace. “You should be,” she sniffed. They lingered for a few moments, before Ember broke the silence. “If you hug me again after this, I’m going to clock you.”

“I know.”

The hug lasted for a moment longer, before Ember pulled away. “Anything else? Or can we do something that isn’t talking? I would like to do anything that isn't talking about feelings.”

There came a groan from behind the rock.

Garble would love to do anything that wasn’t talking about their stupid feelings. A slap from his sister would be worth keeping everything as it was. They could sleep this situation off like a hangover, he could meet up with Ember for poetry the next day, maybe swim in a lava pond, and play with hatchlings like usual. Absolutely nothing needed to change, and Garble would have to be a complete and utter moron to risk changing what they had.

“I like you” Garble, a complete and utter moron said. He was shocked. He was almost certain that saying those three words to Ember would bring about the apocalypse. Yet, the world kept spinning and the Sun kept shining.

Ember seemed taken aback for a moment as her mouth fell open and her cheeks flushed a tint of red. Silence ruled their little area, only to break when there came a loud cry of joy, followed by yet another shrill scream from behind the rock.
Garble took a deep breath, before continuing. “I know I can be an asshole sometimes, and a moron, and a reckless dick-”

“Positives, focus on the positives!”

Garble ignored the call.

“I’m sorry for not growing up sooner, and I know I still need to work on myself, but I don’t want to be stupid about this.” He paused for a moment. “Please say something. Every time I open my mouth, I eventually shove my foot down my throat.”

“I-I-” Ember began to breathe heavily. She was not expecting this today. “I-uh-”

“Ember, just be honest!” Spike cried. “Sweet Celestia, why did I say that?!”

“I sorta like you too,” She said, turning away from him once more. Her cheeks were almost has red as he was. There came another cry of joy from behind the rock.

“So, do you want to court?” Garble asked.

Ember continued to look at anything that wasn’t Garble.

“Look, this isn’t an ‘I love you’, far from it. Hell, I don’t even know if this will work long term!”

“Dammit, Bro!” Smolder groaned to herself as she peered behind the rock. “Shut it before you ruin it!”

“Please keep him talking,” Spike said, praying to any god willing to listen.

“But I’d like to see where we go,” Garble said.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Ember finally turned to face him. She marched up to him until there was barely any space between them. “Do you promise that you’re going to cut the stupid crap?” She asked, pressing a finger against his chest.
Garble nodded.

“Good, because I will dump your ass if you don’t get it together!” She let out a huff. “We can court, but first, I need something from you.” She pushed him to the floor and against a wall, before draping her legs over his lap and resting her head on his shoulder.

“W-what are you doing?” Garble said gulping. He could feel his cheeks start to warm as she nestled into him.

“Taking a nap. I had to deal with crying and fussy hatchlings for most of the day. I’m tired, emotionally and physically. We can decide on a date after I get some rest,” Ember grumbled. She closed her eyes, and she snaked her tail to intertwine it with Garble’s.

Garble’s body seemed to stiffen and seize for a moment. With a trembling arm, and a silent prayer to Bahamut, he wrapped it around her, pulling her into his embrace. She mumbled, but he wasn’t clocked. So far so good. He listened to the sound of her gentle breaths as she slowly drifted off. Maybe she had the right idea. He could also use a rest. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes, and sleep took them both.

“This still feels wrong,” Spike said, peering from behind the rock, watching as Ember and Garble slept.

“Says you!” Smolder laughed doing a small dance. “She makes him happy, so I’m happy. Plus, she’s not letting him get away with anything, and he might start thinking before he acts! This could be good for him.”

“You’re loyal to a fault, you know that?”

“Blood is thicker than water, Spike.”

“I guess.”

“But, I thank you for helping Gar-Gar out, so I think a reward is in order.”

“Gems?!” Spike asked, his eyes lighting up.

The response was Smolder grabbing the back of his head and pulling him into a deep kiss.

Spike was certain that dating Garble’s sister was going to bite him in the buns one day, but that day was not today.

They pulled apart and Smolder gave Spike two playful smacks on the cheek.

“Come on, I know a place that has a lava pond, and a great spot to dig for gems!”

“About that-”

Smolder groaned, “Garble, what did you do?”

“Wha-?”

“Sorry, force of habit. What did you do, Spike?” Smolder said in a much calmer tone.

“Do you know that scream I let out earlier today? Well I might have woken up a few hatchlings and now I need to watch them and try to put them down for a nap. Wanna help? Please?” Spike put his hands together and looked at her with wide pleading eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re cute. Let’s clean up your mess.” She walked past him, grumbling to herself.

Spike took one last look at the scene behind them. “So, where do you think it’ll go?”

“Eh, who knows? It’s not our business! Let them figure it out.”

“Yeah, might as well,” Spike said, following Smolder. Perhaps it would lead to nothing.

(Years Later)

Ember lay on her hoard having the best sleep of her life. The hatchlings had taken everything out of her, but, after finally putting them down to bed, she and her mate enjoyed a few hours of sleep. The screaming began as soon as the sun peeked out of the horizon.

“Dad!” A voice cried. It belonged to their eldest child, Flare, named for his bright red scales. “Dad, dad, dad wake up!” he said as he shook his father, who lay next to Ember. “DAD, DAD, DAD!” he began shouting.

“Mom!” A softer, feminine voice cried, jumping on Ember. It was their daughter, Violet Sapphire. She was named for her mixture of blues and purple coloring. Only she would be so aggressive as to actually attack Ember in the morning. There was a chorus of giggles as she began to hop on top of her. “Mom, wake up, it’s time to wake up!” She said.

“Gah!” A third voice babbled as he hit his tiny fists on her sides. Their newest hatchling, SJ, or Spike Junior, was the gentlest of the bunch by far. If left alone for a few moments, he would curl up in a ball between his parents and fall asleep. His name came from the fact that he was nearly a clone of Spike the Dragon, save for his slightly darker colored spines and scales, and golden eyes.

‘Little demons,’ Ember thought. ‘Probably want breakfast. Why does breakfast need to be in the morning?’ She began to move only for a red claw to gently force her back down.

“Go back to bed, I’ll handle the kids,” a deep, tired voice said. She got a peck on the cheek and she let out a held breath.

“I love you too, Garble,” Ember mumbled, slowly falling back to sleep while Garble carried off the children, their giggles and laughs echoing through their home.

Author's Note

Requested by my editor, Hopecaster and also written and edited by him.

He had a ton of fun with this one so I hope you all enjoy, not a fan of the pairing personally but I don't judge.

Next up is Spike/Pinkie. Very excited for this one. Until next time.