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Nights

The soft brush of hair against his nose made Spike jolt awake. It was not an unpleasant feeling, but not one he had expected. His muscles tensed as his eyes shot open quickly. Then Spike remembered where he was; he had been on a luxury cruise liner bound for Equestria for the last four days now. And sleeping by him for the last two had been the mare of his dreams.

Rarity.

He relaxed a little in the darkness. Spike still lay on the massive bed with blankets draped over his rough scales. Between his arms was the snow-white mare blissfully sleeping. Spike smiled as he realized that the days of waking up in horror would be over. He could live in the now with the woman he loved. He gazed down at her neck pressed against his chest; her purple mane was swept up to avoid as much tangling as possible through the night. Spike craned his own neck to kiss it gingerly. He let himself press against her for a few seconds as he relaxed deeper into the softness surrounding him.

She stirred at his movement. It was still very late, or early by the looks of it. The sun had no inkling of rising and the room was dark, illuminated solely by the digital clock across the bedframe. Spike gave a gentle squeeze of Rarity’s body as she shifted against his hold. He hoped it had not been too much to wake her. He was evidently wrong as she turned to him with bleary-eye and a pouty face.

“Spike?” Her voice came more in a whine. She was definitely not happy with him. “Spike, it’s not even light out. What’s going on?” She tried to focus on his features, but the darkness paired with her tired eyes made more of a blurry image than any. She could make out his teeth grinning back against the blackness. It startled her for a moment.

“Nothing Rare. Just had a little dream.” He whispered back and kissed her cheek. Spike felt her pull away gently. He looked to her face and saw the concerned look cross her eyes. The corners of her mouth angled slightly down as she tried to process what was going on.

“Are you sure?” She whispered back. Spike nodded and clutched her withers.

“I’m sure. Didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry.” He offered a goofy grin in response. Rarity could hardly make anything out, but accepted his answer for now. She sighed and rested her head against his arm.

“Alright… if you—yawn—say so.” She stretched her limbs out. A few pops sounded from her tender ligaments worn by age. Rarity snuggled deeper into the cushioned blankets with her head pressed against Spike’s firm arm. Within a few moments she was back to sleep. Spike lowered his own head onto the pillow, resting only centimeters from her face. He let her warm breathing blow across his nose. It was such a different feeling than what he had grown accustomed to.

A good feeling, he reminded himself.

Spike had been in Norfandia for the better part of five years. In that time, he had faced atrocities only read about in ancient history. Four of those years had been spent on the frontline of a near two-decade civil war battling the very creatures he was meant to help. Spike had been the friendship ambassador to the new land, and had left the Norfandians as their ‘hero’. In the few days he had to reflect on his time there, Spike had felt a range of emotions never experienced; disgust, contempt, hatred, and so many more all directed at himself or Twilight. Spike had let these emotions reside for a few days into this cruise returning him to Equestria, only until he reunited with Rarity on the off chance. She had listened to him, and despite knowing what he had done she accepted and loved him even more than before. Now Spike was working on forgiving himself the way Rarity did. He still shuddered at the thought of his past action, but it was the past. No sense in dwelling on it.

Despite that, Spike still harbored guilt for many things. He did not know if he could get over the amount of lives he had taken. Most importantly, he did not know how he would react to seeing his sister and ruler of Equestria Twilight Sparkle upon his return.

Since his departure, Twilight had changed in her interaction. Spike had not seen her personally in those five years, but her letters and orders were that of a far-off ruler with a military mindset rather than his sister. Spike could remember the exact letter that shifted his attitude towards Twilight;

Dear Ambassador

I understand the request for reinforcement and supply, but at this time I am unable. Many different cultural celebrations around Equestria are occurring this time of year and require our attention. With our fragile union of all nations, it is important now more than ever to focus on our homeland. I am sure you understand. We shall send what aid we can next year, but until then you will need to be resourceful. I regret not being more available, but the Equestrian people have faith in you.

Your Princess,

Twilight Sparkle.

Spike had nearly burnt the letter when he had read it. It was not so much the content that hurt, but the way she addressed it. Ambassador, your Princess, not ‘Dear Spike’ or ‘your sister’. He had pushed those emotions down best he could at the time. Spike did not have the luxury of dwelling on it while pushing against a tidal wave of enemies. But now he was on a cruise with plenty of time to think. And thinking is dangerous.

When he had ran into Rarity, that came with its own set of difficulties. But as of now, it was working. That left his mind empty enough to think about Twilight.

What am I going to say? He frowned in the darkness. Spike felt his head become sore; his eyes had been darting back and forth while he thought, straining the part of his head behind the socket. He closed them and rubbed the bridge of his scaled snout. Just don’t overthink it. I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you. He tried to reconcile.

Spike then realized he had no idea how long he would be in Equestria before the royal duties of friendship ambassador called him away again. It sent nervous sweats underneath his scales. The small beads of cold water itched along his back. Spike did not want to wake Rarity again with any unwanted motion, so he carefully detangled himself from her and crawled away. He stood at the head of the bed and grabbed a looser long-sleeved shirt. It was white but with some inky stains spotting it from his time spent in the dirts of Norfandia. As he slid it over his damp scales, Spike glanced back to Rarity. She muttered in her sleep and shifted at the loss of her firm pillow. Spike envied her; it had been a long time since he had a restful sleep. Even with her newfound company, Spike spent most nights wrestling himself to slumber.

He took one last look at her graceful form glowing against the darkness before turning and heading for the door. Spike almost tripped over the shallow steps that led down to the bed. Pretentious rich taste he fumed. Should anyone have been in there, they would have seen his cheeks a bright red. He managed to make it to the door handle without any more missteps. Spike clutched the metal rod and carefully pulled it as to not make a sound. He stepped through the portal quickly and closed the door behind him.

The hallway lights were a dimmer tone for this hour of the night. The only people who should be up at this hour would be the night crew and some lonesome passengers. Spike wove his way down the soft hallway to the main route of the stairs. He recoiled at their cold material as he walked down them. Spike frowned as he let himself continue thinking.

What had he missed out on in the five years? Would his friends even have time to see him? Was this cruise the only time he would get with Rarity? Questions flew in and out of his head like a flock of birds on migration. He knew Pinkie had a son before he left, but he had hardly seen the kid. How old was Little Cheese now? Six? Maybe seven? He racked his brain. That brought him to think of age and how old everyone was getting. Dragons tended to age very slowly by comparison to most species. Spike was in his prime now and had been for the last seven years. He was expected to stay in top condition for at least another forty years before falling off slowly. But Rarity was evidence enough that all the ponies he knew back home were getting up there in their years. He did not know how much longer it would be until Rarity needed to take her cataracts seriously, but it was coming. All his friends had to be getting into their late thirties. It would be strange to see Spike with Rarity if he were a pony of the same age, but his time in life had shaped him to be somewhat acceptable for her to be with him.

Only Twilight would be staying the same at this point. Now and forever. Spike again felt himself tense at the thought of his sister.

He made his way onto the main hardwood deck. The bar was long closed and most of the chairs were covered with sea blankets. Only the small hot tub looked open with the inner lights gleaming out. Spike meandered his way over to it. He bent over and squatted by its side, testing the water to see if it was still warm. Much to his surprise, it was boiling hot. He sat on the edge and rolled his soft pants up to his knees. His legs dangled in and relaxed at the warm waters. The warmth shot up his whole body and kept his blood moving in the cold night air. Spike looked up at the moon that gazed down at him. The surface was brilliantly pale in the abyssal sky. The celestial body was accompanied by a myriad of stars that danced around their bigger sister. Spike wondered if the moon ever felt angry with the stars for being so distant.

“Hey.” The voice came from behind Spike. He whirled around and raised his right arm to his chest. The pony backed up and held a hoof in apology. “Whoa! I didn’t mean to spook you! I just wanted to hang out!” The turquoise pony stammered. He flashed a hesitant grin at Spike. Spike realized he was looking at Sandbar; one of the old students at Twilight’s school and now a crew on the Cosmic Sister cruise liner. Spike smiled and lowered his claw to his face.

“Jeez, I’m sorry man. I just really expected no one else to be out here.” Spike chuckled. He motioned for Sandbar to come closer. The pony hesitated, but stepped forward when he saw Spike lower his hands back into the water.

“You seem like you’re on edge.” Sandbar poked.

“A little.”

“Something on your mind?”

Spike sighed as Sandbar sat next to him on the edge. He traced his clawtip in the water creating a small swirl between his legs.

“Just thinking about what’s going to happen when I’m back. I’ve been gone so long I don’t even know how to fit in.”

“Ah don’t say that. Equestria is just as squishy as you remember.” Sandbar chuckled. “Seriously, nothing there changes it seems. I had to get out of there because of how monotonous it was.”

Spike raised an eyebrow at that.

“I thought you left because of Yona?”

Sandbar lowered his own hoof into the water and raised some of it out letting it trickle down.

“Well, that too. But seriously, I love my friends and family. Equestria though? It’s just too… predictable. Nothing seems to go wrong anymore.”

“Are you complaining about that?” Spike brushed Sandbar’s shoulder. He laughed a little and raised his hoofs.

“No no don’t get me wrong; I don’t miss having to worry about the world ending. But I’m talking about the people. Everyone is on the same page now. Everything works itself out. I didn’t see my family for over two years, and we picked our dynamic up instantly. It just felt too…”

“Familiar?” Spike finished. Sandbar turned to him and smiled.

“Yea. No surprises anymore.”

Spike again sighed and folded his arms.

“What I would give for no more surprises. You ought to apply to be ambassador.” Spike offered.

“Why do you think I chose these ships to work on? Every day a new island. Maybe tomorrow we get a storm! Who knows. That’s what I’m looking for.” Sandbar wished out loud.

“I’ve seen enough surprises for a lifetime. There is a limit.” Spike reprimanded. Sandbar looked down from the sky and flipped his mane out of his face.

“Maybe, but I haven’t found it.”

Spike felt his heart sink a little. It had not been that long ago he had a similar attitude; excited to see a new land and new people. Hoping for the greatest adventure to tell. Now, he had a million thoughts pestering his conscious and feelings battling for dominance. He would give so much to go back to the simpler times.

“But just cause this adventure is over, that doesn’t mean you don’t have more waiting. And not all of them have to be surprises.” Sandbar interrupted. Spike turned his head away from the pony and looked back to the stars.

“I guess not. I think I’m just tired.” He let out.

“Well, you’ve got a cozy bed for a reason.” Sandbar punched softly on his shoulder. Spike turned back and smiled.

“True that.”

Spike opened the door as quietly as he had left earlier. The hallway light cast a faint illumination into his grandeur room. He stepped inside and closed the door softly. The creaking of the carpeted floor was deafening in his stealthy approach. Spike finally reached the side of the bed and crawled onto it. He laid his head next to Rarity’s which had turned back the other way from when he left. Just as he relaxed thinking he had spared Rarity from another interruption to her sleep, she turned to him with wide eyes.

“And where did you get off to?” She poked his chest. Spike closed his eyes and winced at his being caught.

“Just—” He sighed. “Just went off to think. Talked with Sandbar a little.” He smiled and looked back into her purple eyes. She raised her brow, but the smile on her lips told Spike she was more teasing than anything.

“Mm, I’m not good enough company?” She began tracing her hoof along his shirt.

“Hard to talk to a pony who snores.” He teased back. She suddenly hit his chest softly. Her mouth opened in feigned shock.

“Me? Snore? I would never! No lady would ever snore!” Rarity cried. Spike laughed low and grabbed her flailing hoof. He kissed the end of it tenderly and looked into her eyes.

“Even if you did, I would be privileged just to hear more coming from that lovely mouth.” He grinned. Rarity rolled her eyes and opened her jaw again.

“Oh, my goodness, Cliché much?” She teased. Spike now put on a display of fake hurt.

“I just wanted to express my truest deepest feelings! How could you hurt me like that?” He placed the pack of his hand to his forehead. “She doesn’t love me! Oh, the pain! The horror!” Spike wallowed out in quite the show. Rarity giggled and slapped his claw down.

“Please dear, stick to the gym. You’re just a dreadful actor.” She smothered her laugh.

“I’ll have you know I memorized a whole Hayspeare play when I was nine. Twilight made me!” He laughed out. Suddenly Spike’s mood changed at the mention of Twilight. His laugh died down and his lips turned. The creases on his forehead thickened.

“What’s the matter Spikey?” Rarity cooed.

“Nothing. I just—it was nothing.” He offered another smile. Rarity’s skeptical look told Spike she had no intention of believing that.

“Well—just know I’m here for you.” She consoled. “But in the morning Spike. It’s nearly three in the morning. If the sun isn’t out, then neither shall I be.” She huffed playfully. Spike smiled and looked down at the bed.

“Fair enough. But thanks.” He offered. Rarity looked a little confused at his gratitude.

“Whatever for darling?” She asked.

“For listening. For waiting up for me. I promise I’ll let you sleep now. Sorry Rare.” He leaned forward and kissed her. They held it for just a moment before they broke apart to look into each other’s eyes. They sat in silence for a moment just watching each other.

“You have terrible dragon breath dear.”

“Are you serious?” Spike laughed out. Rarity pushed him away with a smile.

“Just a little. Nothing a brush won’t help in the morning. But seriously, sleep. I’m exhausted from all your restlessness.” She teased. Rarity sank back down against Spike and flipped herself to be held by his arms. Spike enjoyed the warmth of her body pressed against his cold-blooded skin. The shirt between them helped keep what little heat he generated in, but Rarity was infinitely better. Spike thought about his restless sleep and how it must be affecting her. That was not fair. He did his best to lie still until he heard the rhythmic breathing coming from Rarity’s chest.

Not long after he listened to her steady breath, Spike finally felt the much-welcome drowsiness overcome his body. He let himself drift for a moment in his mind. Sleep perforated the edges of his consciousness. That was until he saw the letter show up in his mind once more.

Dear Ambassador…

Suits

Spike awoke to an empty bed and a savory smell filling the room. His eyes squinted from the bright morning sun shooting through the massive window at the foot of the bed. It was floor-to-ceiling and let every trace of sun drink up the space within. Spike rubbed his eyes as he lay still under the covers. How is it already morning.

He had slept restlessly. Again. Despite Rarity’s calming presence, Spike could not lull himself into a manageable sleep. He stretched his arms slowly and squeezed his eyelids shut. Pops sounded from his elbows and wrists. His stomach whined for a moment as his body began waking up with him. Spike yawned dramatically and smacked his dry tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Good morning to you too.” Came Rarity’s voice from behind the bed. She was shuffling around out of sight, no doubt planning her outfit for the day.

“Sorry Rare.” Spike yawned again. He slowly propped himself on his elbows and scooted up against the headboard of the bed. The deck of the ship below was bustling with the trolls from Norfandia and other ponies. Spike noticed not for the first time how stark the contrast was between the two races. Trolls usually had the duller gray or brown coats, with some of them being born lucky in a white coat. Ponies, while sometimes also gray, were mostly colorful. It looked like a hodge-podge of berry bushes sprinkled with dirt down there. Spike cricked his neck to watch as some of the wolfmen came out from underneath the shaded bar. Their black coats stood out in puffiness from everyone else filling every space they stepped to. There was no sign of the centaurs today; the three of them were most likely already in the gym.

“Spike,” Rarity asked again, “Won’t you please come out of bed and eat your breakfast before its cold?” Spike pivoted to look back towards her. She was sitting at the bar his room had come with. Rarity was wearing just a plain blue short dress today, but right now was wearing her cherry-red reading glasses as she peered down at a paper on the bar. Her hooves traced every word she followed as she muttered to herself. On the counter was a plate clearly from the breakfast bar. It had what looked like some pancakes and eggs on top. Spike jutted his chin towards her and began standing.

“Whatcha reading?” He meandered over to the small steps that led up to her. Rarity did not bother looking up from the paper and squinted harder as she waved a hoof to him.

“The final itinerary from the crew. We only have another day until we’re home!” She chirped. Spike glanced sideways at the window again as he sat on the stool next to her. Rarity finally stopped looking at the paper and up to the bare-chested dragon. Spike had failed to even try cover his post-sleep mess. His spines were all curled over, and his chest had sleep lines covering it.

Not sleep lines Spike remembered as he traced them. The scars tracing his figure were still new to him. He shuddered at their thought. They had not come favorably. Spike pushed it out of his mind and refocused on Rarity. He smiled at her as he grabbed a fork and began carving up the food on his plate.

“Thanks for this Rarity. Sorry I slept so late.” He bit down on the mouthful. Rarity was right; his food was starting to get cold.

“No worries, dear. I didn’t want to wake you. It seemed like you were finally having some sleep.” She smiled kindly back. Spike paused for only a moment at her comment. So, she’s been noticing that too. He felt his cheeks grow hot for a moment. The last thing he wanted was to bother Rarity.

“So,” Spike tried to move on quickly. “What should we do for our last day?” Rarity flipped the paper in front of him and pointed with a hoof to a line.

“Sunset ballroom.” She read for him. Spike cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Dancing? You didn’t get enough of that in SugarCuba?”

“I didn’t get any with you. Plus, we need to make sure your moves are still up to par! The Grand Galloping Gala is only a week after we return, and you must be presentable.” She giggled in delight. Rarity began fanning herself as she thought of the night in store. “Oh, dresses, royalty, our friends, and elegance. It’s been so long since I’ve been to a formal gala or anything. I have so been looking forward to it.” She sighed dreamily. Rarity had failed to see Spike drop his fork on the plate. His face was sullen, and he sat unmoving. She finally looked back to him from her fantasy and frowned.

“Spikey? What’s wrong? It’s just a dance, I’m sure your moves are not that bad.” She grinned. She reached a hoof across to his arm and rested in on top. Spike looked back to her with a shocked expression.

“I—it just has been so long since I’ve been to one too.” He whispered out.

“Well, that’s no problem, Spike. That’s why I suggested the ballroom.” Rarity reassured. She stroked his arm gently and continued to generate a warm smile.

“No no, it’s not that. It’s just—I haven’t seen anyone for five years now. I haven’t even seen Twilight yet. I don’t know if I’m ready to either.” He rested a claw over her hoof and squeezed it. Despite his action, Spike’s eyes were far off in the skyline.

“What do you mean?” Rarity asked.

“Remember what I said about Twilight? Her being less of a sister through all those years of war?” Rarity nodded. “Well, right now I can’t even think about seeing her. With all this time to think about it these last few days, I’m realizing how angry I was—and still kind of am at her.” His face spread with guilt as he spoke. Rarity sat patiently so as to let Spike work his thoughts for themselves. When he sat silently for a minute, she decided to interject.

“Well, I think it’s okay to feel that way. And I’m sure she understands why you would feel that way. But it takes a conversation. Remember; she has little to no idea of what happened either. Just the letters you would send now and again.”

Spike huffed and sat back a little.

“And the after-actions of every major battle.” He grimaced. “Twilight knew what I was going through, at least enough, and still didn’t make an effort. I still don’t know if I can see her after that.”

“Well,” Rarity pulled her hoof back and stood up on the carpeted floor. She folded her glasses with her magic and placed them on the countertop. “You won’t have to see her for at least another two days. Three if you count the train ride. For now, we can try to enjoy what we have left of this cruise, hm?” She gestured for him to follow her as she turned to the bathroom. “We need to get you ready for the day.” She winked at him and sauntered towards the door. Spike sighed and unfolded his arms.

“We can try. Don’t really feel like dressing up right now though.”

“Who said anything about dressing up?” Rarity spoke in a sultry tone. Her sly smile paired with the sunken eyelids told Spike he had missed her meaning. His throat choked for a moment as he chuckled.

“Ah, I see what you mean. Get the water warm, will you?” She nodded to him with a playful smile and swung the bathroom door closed behind her. Spike sat still for a moment trying to think. A little voice in his head whispered back as he sat there.

You’ve got a beautiful mare in there just waiting, and you want to wallow? He shook his head and pushed up from the counter. No use in sitting in his troubles.

Rarity finished pulling the loop of her dress over the shoulder with her magic. It hung loosely from her form in a flowy manner. The deep purple silk was lined with some vibrant green emeralds interspaced along the fabric. It gave the appearance of a deep gemstone cave with her white fur contrasting the darker color. She turned to Spike as he finished buttoning his own white shirt. Rarity cleared her throat and nodded to her back.

“Zip me up, will you?” She smiled. Spike fidgeted with the top button for a moment before Rarity used her magic to pull it through the small hole.

“You can’t just do that with your zipper?” Spike grinned.

“Can’t afford to catch any fur in it. Besides, I quite enjoy when you do it.” Rarity played. She walked over in front of Spike. They stood in front of the mirror in the first part of the bathroom. There was plenty of space on the tile for another four ponies to crowd inside. Rarity watched in the mirror as Spike gripped her dress and carefully pulled it tight. She smiled at him through the mirror.

“Thank you darling. Let’s get you your ensemble.”

“Rarity,” Spike halted her assault of suit jackets. She raised her eyebrow at him.

“Yes Spike?” He looked a little nervous. It would not have been the first time this cruise Spike had acted so hesitant in her presence, but they had been together romantically now for three days. She felt it was about time to get over the awkwardness.

“I’m a little worried about getting home.” He answered.

“Spike, we went over it; Twilight will understand and give you what space you need. You just have to be clear and considerate when you talk.” Rarity refocused on matching the jackets in her line. She heard Spike sigh at her response.

“It’s not just that though.” His voice was very quiet. Rarity paused again and looked up at him. She saw him staring right at her with worry in his eyes.

“You… you’re worried about us?” She realized. Rarity almost laughed for a second before she thought about his words. Spike was right; what would happen between them when they were off this majestic cruise away from reality?

“I guess.” He said. “It’s just, it’s easy right now while we’re away from everything. And even then, it hasn’t been that easy. What happens when in a month you get called back to the Boutique, and I get sent to another country?” Spike took a step forward and fiddled with his hands. Rarity frowned and looked back to the mirror. She looked at the worried dragon and old mare. They were not the children they used to be.

“Spike, I think we make it work if we want it to. I want that. Do you?” She hesitantly asked.

“Of course I do! I’m just worried about… well, what if we don’t get a proper goodbye?” She saw his eyes begin misting. Rarity turned back to Spike and walked up to him. She embraced his shoulders and squeezed firmly. His arms gripped her back like a vise.

“I know it was scary over there. I know you didn’t know if you’d wake up the next day sometimes. But Spike, that is the past. You’re safe now. I promise, we will always have time to say goodbye.” She consoled. The tension in Spike’s grip loosened slowly. Rarity did not know if Spike believed them, or if he was just calming down. She did not know if she believed those words herself, but it was all she could think to say.

After a minute of holding each other, Spike finally pulled away and looked down into Rarity’s eyes. His own bright irises glistened in the tears that threatened to spill over. Rarity smiled at him and leaned into his face.

“I promise, Spike.” She whispered again. “But right now, we have a dance to get to. And I would rather like to enjoy our last day of luxury either way.”

She pulled back a from him and stepped away. Rarity brought up a black suit jacket and pushed it into his arms.

“But I can’t show up without a handsome escort. How about we hasten it along, hm?” She teased. Spike closed his eyes and nodded with a thin smile.

“Sure thing Rare. Thanks.”

She led Spike out of the room and down the hallway. The ballroom was on the top of the cruise liner so the dancers could get the best view of the sunset. The actual event would not start for another few hours, but supplementary classes were given until then. Rarity had figured they both could use a refresher on the etiquette. They came to the corner where Spike’s room separated from the other high-class residence on the ship. As they did, Rarity spotted her friend and mentor coming out from her own room. High Fashion swept out of her door in style, with a flowing silver dress dragging across her back. Her brilliant blonde mane was pulled into a high bun with two strands dangling by the side of her face. Silver earrings with a diamond on the end of each hung from up high on her midnight-black fur. She smiled at Rarity and Spike as they approached.

“Rares, I’m so glad you invited me!” She exclaimed in a shrill voice. The two mares embraced in the hallway. High Fashion had gifted Rarity this trip out to SugarCuba and back for her success in the new head of Fashion magazine. She had also been the one to push Rarity into pursuing Spike again on their reacquaintance.

“Of course I invited you!” Rarity squealed back. “You can’t have an elegant ball without the elegant mare!” She giggled. They pulled apart and admired each other’s dresses for a moment. High Fashion eventually broke the string of complimenting when she turned to Spike. He smiled back and offered his own hug.

“And Spike, so glad to see you again.” She hummed.

“The pleasure is mine, miss Fashion.” He offered politely. “So, do you have a partner for the class?”

Fashion beamed at the question and straightened herself a little.

“I do! Consort offered to learn with me. He’s never danced, but I convinced him after a little negotiating.” She grinned back to them.

“Great! Where is that lumbering beast?” Spike laughed.

“He’ll meet us there. He said he’s having difficulty picking out something that fits his strange body.” Fashion lifted a hoof to cover her mouth. “It’s awfully hard for a centaur to find some suits on a boat full of ponies. He considered sewing one himself!” She laughed. Rarity covered her own giggles at the comment. The idea of stitching pony trousers with troll jackets brought a frightening image to the fashionista’s mind.

“Well, I’m about ready to embarrass myself with him if you ladies are.” Spike redirected their attention to the ballroom. The elevator at the end of the hall dinged as it opened. A troll strolled off with his wife on his arm. Their rugged features contrasted to the silky black attire they wore. They jutted their jaws at the companions in a smile as they walked by. Rarity was still getting used to the very ‘other’ appearance of these creatures.

Spike looked perfectly comfortable in their presence. His cool demeanor reflected the years spent in Norfandia. He simply waved and smiled back.

“See you on the floor, Roc!” Spike called after the trolls. The male turned back and squinted his eyes with the awkward smile.

“Consider us lucky to embarrass ourselves in front of you!” The troll sang back. Spike chuckled as they disappeared. Rarity looked up at his warm face with her own smile perforating her lips. The rugged face swung back to look her in the eye. Spike’s forehead creased in a goofy look as they met.

“What?” He asked as the mars both smiled at him.

“Nothing dear. Just admiring the sights.” Rarity glinted. She saw a trace of red touch Spike’s cheeks at her comment.

“Well, let’s get going. I’m sure Consort is getting lonely up there.” Spike began herding them towards the elevator.

The three companions boarded the carpeted box. The walls inside were a dull silver, so their reflections were all slightly obscured. Spike reached for the buttons with his claw and punched the one to bring them to the top. They stood in a comfortable silence as the doors began closing with a chime. Soft tones of a marimba played overhead, and Rarity leaned herself against Spike’s coat. He reached around her with an arm as they waited.

“So, one last day of luxury.” Fashion broke the silence.

“Yes. I was so hoping this dream would continue.” Rarity chattered back. It was hard to believe that a whole month and a week had gone by. She had left for the luxurious banks of SugarCuba just over a month ago with her friend-slash-boss. The trip there had been dream-like; exotic drinks, sites, and ponies all to enjoy expense free. It had all been crowned by their return aboard the Cosmic Sister cruise liner, and her fortunate reuniting with Spike. She again looked up to the large dragon; he stood just over a head taller than her. Twilight had grown that large too with her own celestial powers. All her friends were becoming so old now. Applejack had injured herself bucking last year, possibly for the last time. Her hip was not on a healing track, and she limped subtly wherever she went. Fluttershy’s hearing was getting worse. Sometimes Discord had to relay almost every conversation to her through some large contraption. Pinkie Pie had slowed down her energetic lifestyle significantly since her son had been born; her own mane was deflating and going slightly gray. Rainbow Dash no longer enjoyed her daring stunts, opting instead to teach more often than demonstrate. Only Twilight had grown more youthful, but that was to be expected. She was now the sole ruler of Equestria with all the power of the previous sisters. Rarity had a righteous envy of that; she wanted so desperately to remain full of color as she aged. But now, her precious mane was showing silver streaks, and her eyes were losing their refinement. She did not want to tell Spike yet how far it had progressed. Somedays, she needed the glasses more than she did not.

But Spike looked down to her with a brightness in his eyes that told her just how little he cared about all that. With Spike, Rarity could feel like the little girl she used to be. The world seemed smaller with him here now; more manageable. She hardly cared if her age continued to show, as long as Spike kept his beautiful eyes on her.

“Who says the dream is ending?” Spike said as if to read her mind. “I know mine is just about to start.”

“Okay you two; enough being all cutsie. It makes the rest of us sick to our stomachs.” Fashion teased them. Of course, she had been the one who insisted on them being together in the first place, but they knew she only meant it in jest. They broke their longing gaze and Rarity looked back to her. She scrunched her nose at her friend and smiled.

“Oh please, just because you still have to woe your own brute doesn’t mean you’re entitled to the single mindset.” Rarity played back. The two mares giggled. Spike cut in with his own retort.

“Hey! You calling me a brute?” His feigned anger earned more laughing from the trio. A chime sounded overhead as the elevator arrived at the top floor. The doors slid open to reveal a massive hardwood deck with railings all around and an open sky. Ponies were dressed fancily and wandering the floor, with some already taking a few dances to the music playing from the speakers around. In the left corner was a booth where a DJ was set up. Massive computers stacked on top of the black box with wires running out like a nest of snakes. No doubt the evening would become more rowdy as the patrons became looser. A few trolls were by the DJ exchanging discs with them. The DJ was dressed in more formal attire, but still had the long, loose mane of a typical music maestro. He accepted the disks with quiet chatter; no doubt some alternative Norfandian music would hit the floor tonight.

On the other side of the booth was the massive golden centaur Consort. Rarity had yet to get up close to him, only briefly interacting with the three centaur back in the gym. As they approached, she noticed how much larger he appeared than she initially thought. He was just over a full head higher than Spike was with bulging muscles spilling from his tight-formed suit jacket. He smiled as they approached and unfolded his arms to embrace Fashion.

“Consort dear, I do hope we didn’t keep you too long.” She hummed in their embrace. It looked awkward from Rarity’s perspective as the massive creature practically bent his whole body down to hold the small mare. But if he was uncomfortable, he made no effort to show as he held the embrace as long as he could. Consort finally pulled away with a grin splicing his face. Rarity felt a little nervous at the rows of pointed teeth she saw. Tirak had been the only centaur she met, and he was less than friendly. But she was doing her best to see past the rough exterior for who this man was.

Consort reached his hand towards Rarity gently and offered his head in a bow.

“Miss Rarity, a pleasure to see you again.” He smiled kindly. She offered her hoof to the outstretched hand. He raised it to his lips and kissed it gently. Rarity nodded and smiled back.

“And you, Consort. I must say your ensemble is exquisite tonight.” She offered. Consort wore a brilliant white suit jacket with complimentary pants along his four legs. A deep red tie with gold lines rested underneath the buttons. It perfectly went with his golden skin and white hair. He smiled back to her wider and dipped his head.

“Thank you. Miss Fashion here helped pick it out.” He tilted his gaze to the dwarfed mare by his side. She looked up to him and rubbed his leg in approval. Consort turned his attention to Spike and smiled even wider.

“But great beast! How mighty it is to see you again!” They embraced and laughed. Spike looked strangely small in the centaur’s arms. They shook each other around for a moment before breaking apart.

“You too Consort. Though, I’m impressed you fit in that monkey suit.”

“Come now! I must look as good in a suit as I do in the works!” They laughed rambunctiously. Other patrons turned to see the massive creatures shaking the whole deck. Rarity waited patiently as the friends exchanged condolences. The sun was high in the sky as of now. It would be a few hours until the actual dancing started. Some creatures were already forming couples along the rightmost side where some more experienced dancers were offering lessons. Rarity tugged on Spike’s jacket like a little filly looking for attention.

“Spikey, I would like to get a little practice in before tonight.” She interrupted. He turned and followed her gaze to the crowd gathering.

“Sure thing. My two left feet definitely need some help.” He clicked his shoes together. “Consort? Care to join us?”

“Uh—perhaps in a bit, great beast.” His courage wavered.

“Nonsense dear; you’ll do just fine. We can stand in the back.” Fashion soothed his worry. Consort looked down to her unconvinced. He grumbled something to himself and sighed.

“Alright. I suppose it can’t be worse than the Mill.” He nudged Spike with a weak smile. Spike slapped him on the back in affirmation.

“That’s the spirit, man. You’ll be a pro in no time.”

Author's Note

Who's ready to get grooving!

Dances

Droplets of sweat beaded on Spike. The heat of the afternoon sun and the dance he tangled with was beginning to work his tired body in ways he had not for so long. They had been practicing now for over an hour with the other ponies around them. A traditional Equestrian Waltz that required the upmost precision when dancing within a group. Patterns swirled between the flowing silks glinted by incredulous color. Dashes of blue sparkled against deep crimsons or brilliant emeralds. The sun reflected off the tempting gemstones as Spike paced the one-two-three step with the other males. Within the massive ring they all spun around paced the lovely mares of the event. They tapped away in a matched pace with their leaders, but pirouetted with every third count to send a cascade of fabric across like a giant flower in bloom. Should any pegasi or griffin be lucky enough to catch the display from the air, it would be quite a marvelous display. Despite the minor hiccups.

Spike had done his best to remember the quick steps and ball-changes of his own part. He watched the other males around him more often than not, trying desperately to mimic their fancy hoofwork. Consort had a very similar struggle to Spike, but to the next degree. He had more than once stepped on the hoof of other gentlecolts and mares in the circle, as his massive frame did not quite fit in the traditional orientation. After an hour of practice, they were at least settling into the movement; albeit they settled very basically.

Rarity, on the other hoof, was a dazzling masterpiece. She twisted and turned like a flower in the breeze. Her dress lifted precisely with her turns as her mane bounced vividly in the spell. Spike had a hard time not focusing on her when they passed by. It did not help that every time they met, she gave him a playful smile and a wink.

The music had been pleasant so far, but Spike was growing tired of hearing the same orchestral composition for their dance. Not to mention his calves had begun burning about two dances ago. Every time he passed Rarity, he silently prayed to the Divines that the endeavor would end.

This time, it seemed his prayer was answered. A record scratch sounded as the violins faded in the track. All the ponies bowed to their partners. None of them looked as worn as Spike or Consort felt. He offered his own bow to Rarity as they ended perfectly next to each other once more. Spike looked at the sun to see it slowly begin illuminating the horizon in the pink and orange streaks of sunset. The actual event would be starting soon, but Spike already felt drained. He offered an elbow to the alabaster mare who graciously accepted. He led her to the far railing on the side of the ship. The cold metal and cool breeze were a welcome difference to Spike’s scales as he leaned over it. His formal jacket had long since been cast aside in favor of negating his sweat.

Spike leaned his back across the railing and let it slowly sink into a crisp string of pops. He shook his wings beneath his shirt and felt the tinge of soreness shoot through the extremities. They were still damaged after all this time. He frowned with his eyes closed at the thought.

“Come now, you can’t be that tired. The actual event is about to start!” Rarity chided. She looked perfect as ever. A lavender fan was held in her aura as it waved in front of her face. The ocean breeze sent ripples across her coat and dress. She looked no more tired than she had at the start of the practice.

“C’mon Rare; you can’t seriously have all that much more left.” Spike groaned out. The truth was, he had been looking forward to the Norfandian music. But it had yet to be played, and Spike was spent past his limit.

Consort and Fashion sat on one of the few benches that adorned the edge of the deck. She was rubbing the massive centaur’s back as he huffed out the lost breaths of the dance. Maybe Spike would sit a few out with him and let the ladies entertain themselves. No harm in taking a break.

“Spiiiiike.” Rarity whined out. He turned his attention back to her with a snarky look. “I really wanted to do the Norfandian dances. I hear they’re so much fun! You have to take me on one.” She begged. Rarity’s purple eyes pleaded to his own emerald ones. Spike rolled them and stood a little straighter.

“I will. But I need to breathe for a second. I haven’t done any Equestrian moves in years. It’s not as fun as I remember.” He grunted. “Besides, there’s a little break before the event starts.”

Almost instantly after his words, the speakers began blaring a loud trumpet solo. Spike hung his head back and let out an audible groan. It was the music of a Norfandian fiesta. All the music over there was high-energy and quite provocative. Spike leaned forward again to see all the trolls run to the dance floor. They began swaying to the music, with some of them hopping around as the main melody began. Almost in sync, the males grabbed their female partners by the waist and began moving them back and forth with their own. The count was simply an eight beat with rests on the four and eight, but the energy was so high paced. Trolls began spinning their partners quickly. For such rugged characters, they moved fast when they wanted.

Rarity was enchanted by the sight. She leaned eagerly as she watched all the couples twirl and run in unorganized festivity. Spike watched her and laughed. It looked like a small filly watching her first Wonderbolts show. He pushed himself off the rail reluctantly and took her hoof.

“C’mon, I’ll show you how.” Spike grinned. He led her to an off-center area where it was a little less crowded. “So, basic step; you go back on your right for one-two-three. Meet in the middle. Then forward left on five-six-seven. Meet again.” He led with his own hips and held her front hooves in his claws. She stumbled for a moment before slowly figuring out his pace. Ponies were not made for hind-leg walking, but Rarity seemed to manage as gracefully as ever. Within moments, she was hooked on Spike’s rhythm, and they fell in with the music.

“Okay, now for a spin.” He raised his left claw and guided Rarity through the turn. She tripped over her hoof a moment, but caught herself in the motion to finish. Spike smiled as they faced each other again.

“You’re already a pro.” He encouraged.

“Please. I’m making quite the fool of myself.” She huffed. But a smile that played across her cheeks told Spike she was enjoying it.

They continued their dance while the music upped in pace. Soon enough, Rarity was moving her hips flamboyantly in tandem with Spike’s. The pair looked as though they were born for this dance. Of course, the spins and switches were not as smooth, but they were managing to stay afloat. Now it became Spike’s turn to mock Rarity as he saw the perspiration build on her forehead.

“Proving a bit much?” He called over the loud music. She raised an eyebrow at him and pulled herself closer.

“I think I just need my partner to take a little more initiative!” She yelled back. Spike laughed and looked down at her.

“If you say so!” He brought his claws down to the lower back of her dress. Prompting with a pull, he began lifting her up and over his head. Rarity followed as best she could, spreading her front hooves in a wide stance as she let her frame be lifted over. Spike tossed her up and spun her in a twirl. He let himself drop to a knee and spin around his own floor before reaching back up to catch Rarity. She unwound in his hold as he turned to carry her momentum into his own. He held her upper back in one claw, the other splayed dramatically as he brought his nose to hers. She lifted one of her own hooves to hold her mane in a display, the other wrapped tightly around his neck. They smiled at each other as some trolls began pounding the floor in celebration.

“Now where did you learn that?” Rarity gasped. Spike brought her back to a stand and grinned.

“Not much to do in a camp when you’ve got no materials. We would dance whenever we felt in the mood. Had some good teachers.” He winked. Rarity heard the hint of strain in his voice at the memories, but at least he was trying to move past them. She smiled and rubbed his arm.

“Well, I’ll say. We need to practice that more when we get home.” Rarity nudged his chest. Spike brushed her mane for a moment and leaned down to kiss her softly.

“Anytime.”

They stood in each other’s arms as the moon shined on their faces. Rarity leaned over Spike’s shoulder and swayed comfortably in his lead. Slow guitar played over the loudspeakers as more and more couples took their leave. Only a few dozen people remained on the dance floor. Spike clutched Rarity closer in the cool night air.

“You ever wonder what Luna’s doing right now?” Spike asked aloud. Rarity grinned over his shoulder.

“Thinking of other women already?” She teased. Spike pinched her back softly and she giggled.

“Seriously. What do you do in retirement?”

“Probably enjoy some fine company and a beautiful night.” Rarity retorted. She shifted herself into Spike’s hold closer and sighed. It was perfect. This whole journey had been, her whole life had been perfect. Despite the hardships she had faced, Rarity knew she was a better mare for having faced them. Her mind wandered as they swayed in the breeze.

“Spike?” She peeked.

“Yes Rare?”

“Do you ever wonder… if you could go back and change anything, would you?” She felt him pause in his motion for a moment before picking back the rhythm.

“Would I change something… hm.” He thought. Rarity was titillating with curiosity.

“Well, I don’t know really. Could I be here without all that happened?” He answered. Rarity pulled herself off his shoulder to look into his eyes. She raised an eyebrow at his confession.

“Nothing? Not even making me love you any earlier?” She grinned. Spike shook his head with his own smile.

“As nice as that might have been, this right here? This is perfect. I wouldn’t trade this for anything.” He assured. Rarity let a soft ‘hm’ sound come forward. Spike leaned in and pressed their heads together as the continued the dance. He was right; this was worth it.

But Rarity was still unsatisfied with his response. As she kept her hooves wrapped around his shoulders, she shifted in confusion. Spike must have felt her sway change as he pulled his head away from hers.

“Something amiss?” His brilliant eyes sparkled against the moonlight. Rarity looked into them and saw an abundance of emotion, yet all of them were muted by this stoic composure. She felt like there was no figuring out what was going on behind his eyes at any given moment. Rarity glanced down at the hardwood floor and frowned a little.

“Just… nothing? Really? I would change so much if I could, but you wouldn’t change anything? After all you’ve been through, you wouldn’t want it easier. Or maybe you’d want Twilight to act differently?” Rarity immediately bit her lip as she saw Spike recoil slightly at her question. The topic of his sister had been a touchy one at best. Spike had divulged that his trust in her was shaken, and that he was having trouble viewing her as a sister rather than a distant ruler. She knew Spike was feeling betrayed, but Rarity wanted to know his true feelings on the matter. She still felt embarrassed by her pushiness though.

Spike paused their swaying and just held her for a moment. She saw his eyes shoot around the empty space, searching everywhere for an answer. Rarity held her breath as Spike dropped his hold on her.

“Rarity… I don’t—” She heard his voice crack. A quick glace around the dancefloor told Rarity that they were one of three remaining couples. Consort and Fashion must have left long ago. Despite the lack of companions, it still seemed too public for Spike to be discussing his feelings about this. Rarity nudged him softly and began leading him back towards the elevator.

“We can talk in the room if you’d like. Or not at all. I’m sorry.” She said in a low tone to cover their conversation. Spike simply nodded and followed along. She caught the look on his face changing every second; first it was anger, then confusion, concern, fear, and so many more. It had not been her goal to make him fluster at the thought of home, but she wanted him to face his feelings again. He had done so for her, if only barely, but now Rarity was concerned for his other relationships he was not willing to address. They were only a day off the coast of Equestria, which meant that Spike would have to see Twilight at least by the next day. Rarity worried that if he did not come to terms with his feelings now, the reunion might end up explosive.

The couple entered the elevator once it had chimed for their attention. It felt stuffy and cramped compared to the wide-open floor of the ballroom. Rarity stood next to Spike, albeit slightly uncomfortably. She leaned her head against his chest and felt his claw begin working its way across her back.

“Spike, I just want you to be ready for home. It shouldn’t be something you’re dreading.” She whispered out. A soft ‘hmm’ sounded from his throat in response. Clearly, he was deep in thought.

“I just know that Twilight has missed you, but she’s also been running a country alone. You can’t hold her responsible for some missteps every now and again.” Rarity offered.

“I think we should pack tonight. Spend it in our rooms so we’re ready to go in the morning.” Spike responded sharply. Rarity felt her heart twist at his response. He was not in a discussive mood, and Rarity had pushed too far.

“Okay Spike. I’m sorry.” She responded. A little anger slipped into her emotion. How was it her fault that he was uncomfortable talking about his feelings? Why should she be punished just because Spike was bottling up? Rarity pulled herself out of his arm as the elevator door opened on their floor.

“See you in the morning Spikey. Sleep tight.” Rarity said as they rounded the corner to their rooms. She felt his claw rest on her withers and urge her to turn around. Rarity complied hesitantly. Spike looked confused and frustrated at the same time.

“Sorry.” Was all he said. He pulled her in and kissed her forehead. Rarity felt her edge soften just a little at his response. It was clear he was struggling with everything going on.

“Oh, Spike. I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to make you all confused and hurt again.” He raised a claw to cut her off.

“No, it’s okay. I do want to sleep together tonight, but I think I need some time alone. It’d be better for me.” His eyes searched hers for validation. Rarity offered it in the form of a smile.

“That might be a good idea.” She leaned up and kissed his lips. The two of them held for a moment in the hallway. Rarity poured her heart into this dragon. She knew he must be feeling a little alone again, and that was the last thing she wanted.

Spike finally pulled away and grinned. He stroked her cheek before pulling her into a tight hug.

“Thanks Rarity. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sleep tight Spike. And… and good luck.” She smiled at him. Spike turned to walk towards his own room, waving weakly as he went. Rarity raised a hoof to her mouth and frowned. Divines, please let him be okay.

Author's Note

We're almost home...

Past

Spike entered the dark room completely alone. He had not had a moment to himself since reuniting with Rarity. It was a forgotten relic to be alone, and Spike was not sure if he enjoyed it.

Millions of thoughts raced through his head faster than a Wonderbolt. Thoughts of Rarity danced around in combat with frustration at Twilight. Worry overtook his mind at the thought of the other girls. Anxiety surfaced when turning towards Discord and Big Mac. He had not seen any of them in so long, so how was he supposed to know their reactions? Would they see Spike for the monster he had become, or would they ignore it and leave him to himself. Spike set his jacket down on the bar stool and swerved into the mini fridge. He pulled open a bottle of the sugar brandy from Appleoosa and took a long drink. The harsh substance etched down his throat as he closed his eyes to envelope it. By the time he peeled the bottle from his lips, almost half of it was gone.

“Idiot.” Spike said aloud. He frowned at the bottle and threw it back in the fridge, closing the door fairly hard in the process.

Spike began thinking of Rarity. How nice had this cruise been with the time they had. And yet, it would all be coming to an end tomorrow. Spike worried it would mean the end of their relationship too. How was he to hold onto her the next time a war started across Equestria? He made his way to the foot of the large bed and sat down. He stared out at the busy deck where many passengers would be enjoying the last activities they could. Spike scowled as he watched creatures enjoy themselves. Why can’t I just let it go? He berated himself hard. Spike had yet to say ‘I love you’ to Rarity since the first night they were together. It was mostly out of fear that she would realize how stupid it sounded when they were no longer in the heat of the moment. His claws flexed. The sharp pricks of their tips dug into his scaled palm as he grinded his teeth. He did love Rarity, but how could she love him. All Spike saw in the mirror was a horrible creature who hated his own sister.

Spike breathed out a puff of smoke from his nose as Twilight flared once more in his mind. I’ll be seeing her tomorrow he thought, or at least by this weekend. The train ride from the harbor into Canterlot was just over eight hours long. Plenty of time to think of all his mistakes and bitterness.

Twilight had been so caring when he first left. But once word got back to her of the war, she changed. Twilight had felt more like ‘Twilight Sparkle; Ruler of Equestria’ instead of ‘Twilight Sparkle; Spike’s older sister’. Her support became alien, and every desperate plea Spike would send to her was met with formalities. Twilight had not spared a single soul to aid Spike in his struggle.

Not one.

He had left for a foreign land, and now Spike felt as though he were the foreigner coming to Equestria. President Fenris had shared what sympathies he could, even anger towards Twilight for the inability of further support. His consoling did little to ease Spike’s mind when he set out once more to fight the Doxxons. Spike had to force himself to forget about Twilight when he was fighting; there was no use in relying on her if she only made him angry and unfocused.

Spike leaned his head into his palms as the familiar buzz of alcohol overtook his mind. It was probably not the best idea to be drinking, especially since the last time he was alone with alcohol was after Barlow’s gap.

Images cropped up in his mind of his friends. He looked around to see the blood-stained dirt and mangled faces. Paws gripped at the roots littering the field. Spike felt his hands begin to shake as one of the trolls collapsed before him. He stared into the gray eyes of his soldier that gasped the last breath he could. As Spike reached towards the man, his claw rammed into a wall. He blinked to see his claw brushing against the massive window. The passengers were still partying below him; the moon was still hanging in the sky. Spike looked at his claw again to see it shaking.

Too much liquor he reconciled. Spike shook his head and knocked on the side of his skull.

“Time for bed, Spike.” He said aloud. His claw peeled off the glass as he turned towards the massive bed. The cushioned surface invited his aching frame after a night of debauchery. But he still needed to pack.

Spike moved around the bed letting loose a groan. The only thing Spike wanted right now was to sleep. His suitcase had been in the small closet since boarding seven days ago. He turned the knob to pull out the browned leather roller. Spike grabbed his laundry from the bathroom and set to folding the torn rags. Many of his clothes that remained from his time in Norfandia had been torn apart by years of war. It made it easy to pack, but hurt Spike to know he had such little possessions. What sat before him now was only a small portion of what he brought with him, yet none of this current clothing was his originally. All of it had been taken from what he could out there. Only the small dirty cyan armband had survived. Barely.

Spike pushed his memories away and folded the suitcase over. The harsh zippp sound it made caused him to wince. His buzz was not helping.

The suitcase was placed at the door of the room so Spike could grab it quickly as he left tomorrow. He finally made his way over to the large bed for his last time. It gazed back at him with sorrowful countenance. This was the bed where Spike had rediscovered his love for Rarity; this was where he had finally taken a moment to breath. He did not feel ready to abandon the cushioned platform after years of dirt beds. Spike cursed himself for becoming emotional at a bed. What would his companions back home say?

Except Spike was thinking of Norfandia, not Equestria. His companions back home were the trolls he had bled with, and the wolfmen he had held as they rested for the last time. Not a thought in Spike’s mind trained towards Equestria or his pony friends. He did not know if he should feel bad about that. A small part of him felt bitter towards the land he came from. None of his time in Equestria had prepared him for the horrors of the new land. Now Spike could hardly be alone without thinking of his home for the last half-decade.

Spike turned himself in the sheets and looked to the side wall. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to force exhaustion. Thoughts began penetrating his mind over the two worlds that had collided. He would be returning to one of them tomorrow after forever away.

This cruise had been a sort of limbo for him. Removed completely from the world, free of care and worry, Spike had been able to indulge in lasciviousness for the week. But the present was catching up to him. Could Rarity really bear his troubles? Was there even a chance the two of them would last against the pulling of obligation and duty? Spike’s vision behind his eyelids went red from the pressure in his mind. He took a deep breath and remembered the exercises they had on the field.

Deep breath in. Clear your mind. Lay still and think of nothing. Breath out. Hands by your side, knees relaxed. Let thoughts of nothing overtake your canvas that is the mind.

The cloud of tire swept over his thoughts. Tomorrow will come whether I like it or not. Deal with what I can today, worry about tomorrow in a day.

Spike’s mind folded into the wave of exhaustion.

Rarity sat at the short wooden table in her room. She tossed a glass of red wine between her hooves as she fiddled with her thoughts. The suitcases of clothing lay strewn about her bed and floor. It looked as though a fashion hurricane had swept into the room. Rarity sighed and pushed back from the circular wood platform. She slipped her legs through the dress’s loops letting it fall to the floor. Pins began floating out from her held hair as she collected them in a casing. Her mane fell down across her shoulders, and the tension in her scalp released with it. A strand of light white hair caught her eye as it rolled across her face. Her eyes pitied the small hair.

Such a shame. Rarity swept the piece back into her long trail of hair. Her hoof rested on her forehead and Rarity closed her eyes. Stress lines formed on her face while she breathed in a deep sigh. What am I to do?

Tomorrow, Rarity would be returning to the line of duty in her business. A brand-new line needed to hit the displays within a week, or else she would suffer the results of laying on the back of the trend curve. Not only that, but Sweetie Bell had wanted her older sister to visit when she was finally back. Rarity most certainly wanted to see her friends if she could, and possibly stop into the old school of friendship. She had been wanting to see how the school was going under Starlight since leaving.

Rarity lowered her hoof and made her way to the bed. Her magic began sorting through the piles of clothes, neatly folding, or placing them within linen wrap to maintain the material integrity. The room moved in a dance of color as the fabrics flew through the air. Yet it brought no sense of wonder to Rarity’s mind. Some of the clothes went by her eyes without so much as a notice from her attention. Her mind danced around with other thoughts and stress.

A crisp rap on the door snapped her attention away from the empty suitcases. Rarity took a moment to tidy up the entry way and toss her dress into a case before answering. The door swung inward to reveal a coal-black mare with a tight blonde mane.

“Fashion!” Rarity shouted in relief of seeing her friend. The two embraced tightly, relaxing into each other’s hooves. Fashion broke the hug after a few seconds to hold Rarity’s hoof in her own.

“Rare, I’m sorry Consort and I ducked out without a proper goodbye. He and I just had some things to discuss and got lost in the moment.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I was enjoying my own time with Spike.”

Rarity stepped aside to offer room for Fashion to enter. The two of them sat at the table Rarity had been sitting at only moments ago.

“Can I offer you anything? I still have a bottle of Pinot we can finish.” Rarity brought out the dark liquid with her magic from the case of gifts she had collected over the trip.

“Sounds delightful my dear.” Fashion smiled at her friend. She crossed her hooves on the table as Rarity poured a full glass of the dark wine, as her own from earlier remained lonesome on the table. They began sipping in silence. It was a comfortable quiet; one Rarity had grown used to in the company of her trusted friend and mentor. Over the years, the pair had grown to just enjoy each other’s presence with or without conversation.

But that was not why Fashion had stopped in tonight. Evident by her fidgeting and wayward glances at the small window across the room.

“Fashion,” Rarity broke, “what is it?”

The dark mare shot Rarity a glance full of concern.

“That obvious, am I?” She ran a hoof across the rim of her glass. It gave a faint whoosh as the glass vibrated.

“Please darling, you can tell me anything.” Rarity reached a hoof across to hold her friend’s fetlock. Fashion sighed and raised the glass in her own purple magic. She took a long sip before setting it down to look Rarity in the eyes. Her dazzling purple irises moistened as they met.

“I’m a little frightened Rarity. Of retiring. Of growing old.” Her voice was bold, but laced with somber depth. Fashion was nearly a decade older than Rarity, and had worked in the business even longer than she had. Rarity’s ascent to head of Fashion Mare meant less responsibility for High Fashion herself, and more time to think about things such as the future.

“Come now Fashion,” Rarity rubbed her friend’s leg. “You’re nearly a whole life older than me, yet you look half my age.” She smiled at the downward corners of Fashion’s mouth.

“That changes nothing. I am getting old. And now I’ll have days just to… to I don’t know. Think? Watch life go by? Wish for things to be different?” Fashion sighed and took another drag from the glass. Rarity sat patiently for her friend to down the entire drink.

“Fashion, just because this part of your life is closing its chapter does not mean your story is over.” Fashion’s glass plinked against the hardwood table as she finished it.

“I just… there are so many things I wish I had done.”

“Then do them!” Rarity exclaimed. Fashion raised her eyebrow to the snowy mare in skepticism. “I’m serious! Go out and live the life you had no time for. Visit relatives, friends, and places you’ve only dreamed of. What I wish I had done when time was in higher supply. I suspect this vacation shall be the last I have for a long time to come.” Rarity offered sympathetically.

“I’m just… not good with not being busy. I always thought I would die in my office. I’ve worked since I was just a filly. The thought of having so much free time and money for whatever I want. Well, that scares me.” Fashion poured another short glass of wine.

“I know what you mean, truly.” Rarity halted the glass before it reached the black unicorn’s lips. “But just because you don’t have to work does not mean you can’t. I could always use your mind to help me. After all, I’ll be running your business! It’s not like I have it all figured out.” That earned Rarity the smile she’d been waiting for.

“I think I’d like that.” Fashion hummed.

“Speaking of” Rarity stood abruptly. “I could actually use your help packing. I’m not sure you’ve noticed, but—”

“But not a single item has been sorted?” Fashion giggled. “Yes, I think I can help with that.”

The two mares began sifting through the piles of clothes and memorabilia picked up over the months. They swapped stories over the last few years of their lives with rambunctious laughing to compliment the noisy pair. After only an hour or so, Rarity’s room looked as it had the day they boarded. They sat in Rarity’s bed finishing the last of the wine. The cruise ship had gone to sleep by now, as most crew and passenger would be ready for the early debark.

“Perhaps we ought to sleep.” Fashion said as she swallowed the last of her glass. She shook the bottle in her magic to show Rarity the lack of time they now had.

“That may be wise, considering we have a train ride in a few hours.” Rarity giggled. They both sat, legs pulled up to their chest like school fillies.

“Rarity?”

“Yes?”

“What are you going to do when you get back?” Fashion asked, pulling a pillow to her lap as she leaned forward.

“What do you mean? I’ve got the entire line to design, friends to visit, and boutiques to check on. Yona has been running the Ponyville one by herself for nearly four years, and I should like to see how it is.”

But Fashion’s mane was already swishing in disagreement.

“What about you and Spike? You will be travelling; he will be travelling. The odds you two end up in the same city are slim. Do you think you’ll last?” She almost whispered the last part. Rarity’s grin dropped as she listened.

“I—I hope so. I think so. Spike and I have our own sense of independence.” Rarity darted her eyes to the door quickly as she remembered their earlier conversation. Spike had shut down after her mention of Twilight. It had been a very unimpressive display on his end. But he did have many thoughts to sort and emotions to deal with just the same as Rarity. There should be no reason the two of them did not make it.

“It’s just this cruise is so detached from reality. Things are easy here. What about out there?” Fashion swept a hoof over to the window for effect.

“I know, but I think those thoughts are best left to when we return to reality. Tomorrow. "Rarity leaned forward for emphasis.

“You can’t keep pushing problems to tomorrow Rare. You’ve got to live in the present, or else there won’t be a tomorrow to figure it out.” Fashion jabbed a hoof at the alabaster mare.

“I’m not pushing it off, I’m just enjoying the moment for what it is.” Rarity defended.

“Moments end darling. There’s always the morning after.” Fashion reminded. That had always been her friend’s guiding principal; to not make a decision that one would have to regret. It was why Fashion was still single and picky. But it worked.

Rarity sighed and hung her head with a smile.

“I know. But I really do think I need to sleep on this. Plus, you’ve got your own minotaur to worry about.” Rarity brushed her friend’s shoulder with her own.

“Consort? Oh no, he’s a good friend and such a dear. He is genuinely interested in fashion! I told him he was welcome to shadow at some upcoming shows and try his hand at design. I’ll be doing my best to teach him what I know so he can open a boutique back in Norfandia!” Fashion beamed.

“That’s wonderful!” Rarity smiled back. “See? Something to keep you busy! You two are always welcome at any of my stores as well for practice or material. I’d love to see his fresh mind take a stab at fashion!” Rarity pushed off her bed to walk her friend to the door. They embraced one more time before having to return to the harsh reality of work.

“Sleep tightly my dear Rarity. You’ve been the best friend a mare could ask for.”

“You too darling. I couldn’t do it without you.” They squeezed hard before breaking. Rarity waved off her friend one last time.

Let us hope the dreams of this cruise last into tomorrow.

Author's Note

The last night of vacations are often the hardest

Words

Bolts of pain etched their way across Spike’s wings. He tugged them out from under the sheets to let them breath the cool air around him. It was still dark outside, though the glints of a rising sun could be seen cresting the still waters. Spike squinted to see if he could make out any landmass of Equestria, but it was either too dark or too far at this hour of the morning.

Spike sat up and propped his back against the headboard. He raised a claw to his forehead in futile attempt to soothe the lingering headache. It was too early to go do anything on the ship, but Spike knew he would not be falling back asleep. Deciding to make the most of his time, he pulled the covers from his body and moved to the edge of the bed. He stood up on the soft carpet and shivered. It was cold this morning; the water of the oceans had yet to receive the necessary sunlight for his own comfort.

Spike rubbed the sleeves of his wrinkled button up that he had failed to remove the night prior. He made his way to the door where his suit jacket still hung. Donning it around his body, he felt the slight warmth of the formal attire. The room was dark, but Spike’s eyes were built to function a little in the blackness. He could see the outlines of the furniture silhouetted against the dark blues and violets of the rising sun. It looked sad. Spike had grown attached to this room in the past week. It was the nicest place he had stayed since his childhood in Twilight’s castle. He missed the luxury and softness of beds. Mostly, he missed waking up in the same place safely after years of light sleep on dirt fields.

Today was the day. It was time to face everything that had happened. Spike still had the better part of the day to enjoy his time, but by late afternoon he would be in Twilight’s throne room.

His heart twisted and somersaulted at the thought. Spike rubbed the back of his spines to cool the nerves. He did not feel ready to return.

He looked back to his wings as they drooped by his side. They shook as he tried to raise them to a splay, painful streaks searing down his back. The wings he had waited so long to grow were now dead and useless. Like so many other things.

Spike brushed his eye and let the wings sag. He pulled them back inside the coat to hide their dejected form. Reality was beginning to catch up, and the cruise was almost over.

Rarity. I need to see her one more time before this is over. Spike panicked a little at the thought of losing time with her. He placed a claw on the silver handle of his door. His other claw gripped the suitcase he had stored little in. Twisting the handle, Spike walked through the door one last time.

Rarity stirred from under the covers. Something had woken her, but how she wished it had not. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes to stare at the analog clock next to her head.

4:52 AM

You have got to be joking she thought as her eyes squeezed shut again. A soft thump thump thump sounded to her right. That must be what woke me she rolled her eyes. She slid from under the covers onto the soft carpet and stretched her neck. Pops sounded from her knees as she flexed them. Too old she again complained to herself. Rarity frowned and began walking to the door while rubbing her eyes.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Please stop your incessant pounding.” She huffed out. Rarity opened the door to the dressed form of Spike. He had his suitcase with him and wore the same suit as last night.

“Spike? Sweet Celestia darling it’s 5 AM, is everything okay?” She crossed her hooves in concern for her friend.

“I know, and I’m sorry for waking you so early. But I couldn’t leave this cruise without more time alone with you.” His voice carried across the silent space in a deep whisper. Rarity shivered at the vibrations that tickled her ears.

“Spikey, you know we could have shared each other last night.” Rarity was still annoyed at his treatment of her last night. She had been completely brushed off by him, and now he expected them to lie together so soon?

“Rare—I. Listen, I’m so so sorry for how I ran from you. How I pushed you away. I needed you last night and I—”

“Spike,” Rarity interrupted. “It takes more than words to make up for that. I’m glad you’re here trying, but that was not how I expected you to act. If you needed me, you should have kept me there.”

“I know.” He muttered. Rarity felt moved, but she would not crack so easily to a flimsy apology. She deserved better than that.

“I’m scared. I don’t know what to do or how, and I panicked. It was stupid of me. The truth is, I don’t think I can last in Equestria without you, and I’m afraid of losing you.” Spike’s eyes were watering now, and Rarity felt her own begin to wet. Without a word, she opened the door and coaxed Spike in. He accepted the invitation and followed her over to the bed. They both sat down on it with Rarity pressed against the headboard and Spike at the foot.

“Spike, I know how you feel. I feel it too. I’m worried about you, about us for when we get back. I mean, tomorrow I’ve got a board meeting in Whinnyappolis. Already that’s a trek away from you. No doubt you’ll be called again to foreign lands; possibly even Norfandia again by next week. I’m so scared of what will become of us.” Rarity raised a hoof to her chest as though to rein her emotions. Spike stared at her as she spoke and nodded at her conclusion.

“Exactly. I don’t even know how to process what happened over the last part of my life, yet I have to tell Twilight all about it.” He bit his sister’s name out. His claw reached over and began stroking Rarity’s hoof. It tickled pleasantly against her soft fur, and she relaxed a moment.

“But I’m dedicated to making this work.” He scooted closer. Rarity moved into his arm and leaned against his shirted chest.

“Then you need to show me that, Spike. Froofy words are nothing. We need to work for this.” She consoled. His chin rested just above her horn as he began scratching her back.

“I know. I will. I am. Just please be patient. I’ve never done this before.”

“Neither have I. Just remember that.” She hummed against him.

They sat there holding each other quietly for a little while. Peaks of sunlight had begun dancing into the small window at her bed. The room was slowly becoming illuminated. Spike had not spent a night in Rarity’s room this whole time because his was always bigger. But there was a quaint air about the simple elegance in this room. It felt homier. Especially while holding Rarity.

“Rare?” Spike broke the silence.

“Yes darling?” She called back.

“I love you.” Spike held his breath as he said the words. There was no response for a moment. His heart began beating faster in anticipation. But before he let the panic set in, Rarity’s face turned upward towards his own and smiled.

“I love you too.”

Stations

Spike shifted as he watched the ramp extend to the dock. A nervous shiver shot down his spine when the ramp finally clanged against the framework. Rarity brushed against his side as though she felt his emotions roll through the air.

“Don’t worry Spikey. We’ll face it together.” She whispered in his ear. Spike just gulped and nodded. He still had about an eight-hour train ride to sort through his feelings, but it still felt too short.

He would see Twilight tonight. While Spike may not have to give a report that late, he would at least have to speak with her. He hoped that he would at least see some of his other friends alongside her.

What I would give to play some O&O with Mac and Discord. Just once. His mind chattered along with the noisy passengers. The intercom squeaked for a moment before a crackle sounded over the speaker.

“Attention all passenger and crew; we have landed in Equestria! We encourage all creatures to debark in orderly fashion assigned in groups A through T. Crew, please make final check for debark and secure rigging. Welcome to Equestria!”

Clamor erupted from the passengers as they all began sifting through their itinerary pamphlets to consult their groups. Spike pulled his own voucher and glanced down at the letter printed on the back

T 32, of course. He sighed loudly and began making his way towards the pack of the crowd.

“Spike dear, where are you going?” Rarity called after him. Spike turned and waved his pamphlet towards her.

“I’m in the back. Catch you by the station?” He yelled out as some frantic ponies swept past him with loud roller bags.

“Nonsense beast.” A gruff voice trembled behind Spike. “You’re leaving just as quickly as you boarded. It’s your home after all.” The red-skinned centaur slapped Spike’s shoulder and shoved him forward. Drakon was accompanied by the other two centaur who sifted through the moving crowd.

“Guys, while I appreciate the sentiment I can’t just cut in line.” Spike protested.

“Wait, you’re letting him cut in front of you?” A shrill voice sounded from a teal earth pony. She waved her own pamphlet in their faces with an annoyed expression. “What’s your group number? You can’t cut me.”

“Me neither! I’ve been on sea for over a year!”

“Yea, why does he get to go first!” Another shouted in concourse. The deck suddenly erupted in ponies all frantically clamoring the protest the forwarding of Spike. Spike rubbed his shoulder and ducked his head in embarrassment.

“C’mon guys, I’m seri—”

“QUIIIIIEEEEEEET!” Mirek shouted. His burly blue form pushed through the small ponies as he stood tall. Steam billowed from his nostrils. He looked down at everypony there in disgust. With his hands on his hips, he began speaking in a loud voice.

“This great hero has been away from this land for five years. He will be the first off this vessel, or NO ONE will debark. UNDERSTOOD?” He finished with a stamp of one of his hoofs. Spike raised his claws to his face to hide the burning embarrassment. The whole deck was silent. Not a single pony would stand against this centaur, especially considering what they knew of Tirek. The three creatures began striding through the crowd pushing Spike along the way. Spike awkwardly stumbled around, as he was totally embarrassed by the altercation. He could feel the hot gaze of the passengers all watching him walk through. He caught a glimpse of a white unicorn smirking at him as he passed. His cheeks flushed harder as she winked.

“Gods, why me.” Spike groaned. A firm pat on his back sent him stumbling onto the ramp. Spike lurched over the lip and gripped the railing that lined the descent. His suitcase trailed behind him. The three centaur grinned at him as he took his first shaky steps.

“Go on beast; you’re finally home.” Consort assured with a thumbs-up. Spike fought to keep his eyes from bulging or his scales from sweating. He tugged at the collar on his shirt. The sun beat down on his head, and his throat went dry. Crisp breezes of the ocean air beckoned his attention back across the great blue field at his right. Spike’s claw clenched the rail as he stared. Suddenly he found himself longing for the simplicity of war.

Deciding he could delay no longer; Spike took slow steps down the metal ramp. Every step felt heavier on his mind than the last. He at last connected with the wooden boards of the dock. It was about a ten-meter stretch of wood before the main road began to the dock. The official land of Equestria was about a two-minute walk to his left. It had been five years since he had last felt this land beneath him, yet in this moment it felt like the world had not changed. Spike recalled his time as a young dragonet, sitting on piers or docks similar and casting stones. He had dreamed of leaving Equestria for undiscovered land or grand adventure.

Foolish whims of a child. He scorned. The wood creaked beneath his steps. His suitcase bumped off every gap in the pier. Spike looked over to the Cosmic Sister cruise liner. It was massive. He had not realized just how immense the vessel had been. It racked his mind with guilt as all he could think about was the bedroom he had spent time in with Rarity.

Many of the passengers had disembarked and were following his footsteps. Spike did not see Rarity in the few ponies that trampled eagerly across the way. He would need to catch her at the train station if he had any hope of seeing her.

Spike made it to the end of the pier where the dirt road met the wood planks. He stared a moment at the line in the sand. But before he could ruminate, and eager crowd of ponies shot past him and sent him tumbling forward. Spike shot his claws out to catch himself on the ground as more ponies ran. He hissed through clenched teeth. Dirt flew around his eyes, and rhythmic thumping filled his ears. A flash popped to his left. Spike whipped his head around to see a flare rising high in the sky.

The evac point. He pulled himself up and dusted the fatigues. Just ahead of him was the route that led back to the main rally point for the Norfandian offensive in this sector. Doxxon’s forces had just bombed the forward operating post, costing Spike’s command almost all their mainline infantry. He stretched his wings and began flying away close to the ground. One of his soldiers lifted a paw in the air as he swooped by. Spike grabbed it and hoisted the troll on his back as he zipped down the makeshift road.

“STOP!” The troll shouted.

Not a troll. Spike realized. He looked down to see a black stallion scooped in his arms. The road below him was a proper road, not one trampled by marching troops. There was no flare in the sky, just the bright celestial body of the sun above. Spike dropped the stallion and rubbed his eyes.

“Wha—What just happened?” He croaked out.

“I don’t know! You just came barreling towards me and grabbed me before I had a chance!” The stallion shrieked. He brushed his legs off and shook his mane. Spike winced at the hardened expression of the stallion.

“Sorry, I think I got excited.”

“Whatever for? I don’t know you.” The stallion accused.

“Just—haven’t been home in a while. I was excited to see Equestria.” Spike offered a cheeky grin. The stallion lifted an eyebrow and snorted.

“Well, next time ask before you abduct somepony.” He huffed. Spike nodded and bowed as the stallion strode past him. Once he was out of sight, Spike rubbed the back of his head and frowned.

The hell?

“Spike!” A familiar voice sounded. He turned to see Rarity rushing towards him, suitcases in tow.

“Spike, what happened? You just ran off.” She saddled up next to him. Spike shrugged and looked at the dirt.

“Don’t really know. I just…” He trailed off, looking for any answer to come to his mind.

“You had me worried you would catch the train without me.” She cooed. Spike looked back to her purple eyes and smiled.

“I would never. Couldn’t even imagine how boring that ride would be without you.”

“Well then.” She walked forward and flicked her purple tail towards him. “Don’t be running off without me.”

The two marched towards the train station quietly. Spike sifted through his mind. He could have sworn he was just back in Norfandia. But before he could dwell any further, Rarity impeded his thoughts once more.

“What would you say to grabbing dinner in Filldelphia tonight?”

“Fillydelphia? That’s north, Canterlot is West.” Spike corrected.

“Yes, but I thought it might be nice to… continue the adventure for the night. We certainly won’t be getting work done after the ride, so we might as well take one more stop before we arrive.” Rarity smiled at him. Spike gave a concerned look and glanced at the sun.

“I don’t know… I’ve got to get back, we’ve got to get back. It’s already been too long.”

“Spike, please. What are the odds your royal duties will be active half past Eleven?” Rarity chided.

“2300.” Spike mumbled.

“What was that dear?”

Spike shook his head and sighed. “Look, I guess I won’t report tonight. But Fillydelphia is the second stop on the train ride. We’ll have made no progress if we stop there. I could swing Appleoosa, or Ponyville maybe, but—”

“OOOH YES!” Rarity shrieked. She pranced in her walk with giddy steps along the way. The train station was coming into sight now. “I would love to stop at Ponyville! Maybe we could write Applejack and ask for a friendly dinner at her family home! Our whole friend group could come, and we’d have a place to sleep rent free at my boutique.” She paced forward faster causing Spike to put a spring in his step.

“Slow down Rare, I’m not sure a whole reunion is in order.”

“Why of course it is darling.” Rarity ignored him. “When was the last time you saw everypony? Not to mention they won’t be in Canterlot until next week for the gala. Now is the perfect time to catch up stress-free!”

“Stress-free. Right.”

They walked up to the small steps of the wooden box where tickets were sold. Only a few ponies were in line at the moment, but Spike knew the small station would be crowded in a few minutes. The ticket-master tipped his hat at the pair. His bushy mustache shook as he spoke in a Manehattan accent.

“Howdy there, folks. just the two for today?”

“That’ll do. Headed for Ponyville.” Spike leaned against the counter and smiled.

“Sure mister! One moment while I fetch the price for the day.” The speckled stallion pushed back from the counter and headed into the darker interior. Spike cocked a brow at Rarity.

“Check the price? Do train rides fluctuate now?”

“Oh yes darling. Ever since the Cloudsdale engineering team started experimenting with flying transports, trains have been slowly going under.” Rarity replied without looking up. She was sifting through her purse for something. Spike became even more confused.

“How long ago did that happen?”

“Just about two years. They’re saying these flying machines will be mass produced by the end of this year.” She again spoke without contact. Spike reached a claw into her purse and grabbed her hoof.

“What are you looking for?”

“My glasses dear. I can’t read this pricing board hardly at all.” She gestured to the taped piece of paper on the outside of the box office. Spike cast a wayward glance at it and frowned. The text was relatively large, with the prices listed in clear number signs.

“Rare…”

“What?” She finally looked up to him. He could see the pride in her eyes and hesitation along with it. Spike sighed and looked into the purse. He pulled out the ruby-red reading glasses and passed them to her with a smile.

“Here ya go. Just buried a little is all.”

“Good news!” The ticket-master broke in suddenly. Spike took a step back in surprise. “The ride to Ponyville is discounted today because of the upcoming gala! We’re offering a twenty percent off all tickets to Canterlot and surrounding areas!”

“Great!” Spike replied. “So, how’s the total?”

“Four-hundred bits!” The master gave a toothy grin. Spike’s jaw dropped at the pricing.

“Four-hundred?” He gasped.

“Each!”

Spike was dumbfounded. He did not remember exactly the worth of a bit, but he knew that four hundred was more than pocket change. Much less per pony.

“Come now Spike, I told you they were competing.” Rarity moved forward. She pulled out a smaller purse from the larger one around her shoulder. Golden bits floated out from the pouch as she counted the correct amount.

“Eight-hundred bits sir. And a little extra for that stellar attitude.” She winked at the stallion. He removed his hat and bowed, scooping the extra bits inside with little plinks.

“Thank ya miss, quite generous of you.”

“Rarity,” Spike whispered as the stallion slid them two tickets. “That’s a lot of bits I don’t have.”

“Nonsense Spike. You’ve got five years of royal wages waiting for you in the palace. Plus, consider it my privilege to buy you your first ticket home.” She giggled out. Before Spike could protest further, Rarity walked over to one of the empty benches and planted herself. Spike rubbed his forehead vigorously and sighed.

“Quite the mare you’ve got with ya sir. I’d be sure she was a keeper if I were you.” The ticket-master interrupted. Spike dragged his eyes down and turned to the stallion.

“I just…” He waved off the worker. Spike walked over to Rarity, and he sat next to her on the bench. Her suitcases covered the entire area next to her, while Spike’s lonesome roller fit comfortably in his lap.

“You know, I sometimes forget about the whole elements thing.” Spike laughed. Rarity looked over to him confused.

“Forget? How so?”

“Just that you’re obligated to be so generous, even when it makes no sense.” He waved a claw to her. Rarity drew herself back slightly.

“I’m not obligated Spike. I like to think we earned the elements, not that they are some kind of curse.”

“I’m not saying that, sorry. I just mean that I forget how much nicer you are than most peo—I mean ponies.” He leaned forward on his knees and sighed. “We could’ve used ponies like you.” He spoke a little softer.

“Well, we all try our best. It’s our duty to continuously be better than the day before.” Rarity responded. She crossed her legs over and turned to see the train billow smoke down the tracks. “Ah, our ride has arrived.” Rarity grinned. Spike sat up and looked at the massive carriage. The main head was black and billowed smoke, but the passenger cabins were a furnished beautiful wood with windows lining every meter or so of space. The train came to a lurching halt, squeaking its brakes against the steel lines. Spike winced. Before he could consume himself in thought, Rarity stood and walked over. She gestured for him to follow. Spike obliged.

The line was not very long, but Spike did notice two families of trolls totaling at nine with them. Everypony was giving the new creatures strange looks, so Spike decided to offer a little hospitality. He waved at the trolls when he passed. The tension on their faces eased as they saw a somewhat familiar face. A few waved back, with the younger ones hiding behind their mothers in shy curiosity.

“You’re so sweet.” Rarity spoke softly as they went out of earshot. Spike raised his eye. “I just mean you notice things many stallions would not, many ponies would not. I’m sure those families feel just a little better with you here.” Rarity turned to face the same direction as the rest of the line. Her eyes glanced to Spike as she grinned.

“Just know what its like to be the new guy.” He offered.

“Well, not anymore you won’t. It’ll be just like old times.”

Author's Note

I apologize if the writing feels off, I'm working through pneumonia right now and it *sucks* but I had to write! Hope you still enjoy!

Seats

Wind howled through the gated doors of the grand entrance to the Equestrian palace. Guards in golden armor raised their spears high and stood tall. A royal emissary rushed forward on the rolled-out carpet, bowing as he came to the front of the ruler.

“Princess Twilight Sparkle: Ruler of Equestria and protector of peace. Welcome.” He announced cordially. The princess of friendship smiled down at the prim stallion. She shook her head and coaxed him upwards.

“Please, Caius. You needn’t do this every time I come back for the day.” Her voice came smoothly, a stark contrast to the torrential exterior. Winter was approaching very early in Equestria, and its bitter fingers seeped away the warmth most ponies favored. Yet Twilight Sparkle appeared as regal as ever; her mane continued its cosmic flow, and her features appeared brighter the more one would gaze. The royal dressage that adorned her glinted in the lamplight within. One glace at the omnipotent figure would tell any passerby how important this mare was.

“But ma’am, with all due respect, it is part of the royal court duties to welcome you.” The navy-blue stallion rose from his kneel. Twilight rolled her eyes down to her friend.

“Well, I appreciate the effort. But seriously, there must be a better use of your time.” Twilight taunted. As she strode further in, her head pivoted around to see the embroidered cuirass of her personal guard. Gallus the griffin strutted with proud head that searched for danger. “Gallus,” Twilight snapped his attention over. “I need you to gather the guards for a pre-winter briefing. It’s going to be colder this year, according to Cloudsdale, so we need to shore up.”

“Yes, your majesty.” His slightly nasal voice replied as he dipped his head. The griffin turned and made his way down the halls of the castle. Twilight refocused her attention on the smartly dressed unicorn that led her down the carpet.

“Now then Caius, what’s on the agenda for today?” Twilight felt a soft strain in her voice when she questioned her assistant. She shook away the tensity as a scroll floated in front of the unicorn.

“Well princess, seeing as how we’re starting bright and early, the Union of Representative Creatures has been asking for an audience all month. They urge their campaign for inclusive garrisons be supported by official government sponsors. The Dragons in particular seem to be struggling the most.” Caius’s tone was quick and didactive; years of political practice and reform had shaped him into the perfect politician.

“After we fit them in, your winter shore-up meeting will occur. After which you have been requested to inspect the beginnings of the Gala preparations. We are still awaiting miss Rarity’s return and fabric, but the preemptive decorator has arrived.”

“Pinkie is here?” Twilight let the excitement creep into her tone. She cleared her throat when Caius lowered the scroll from his face to give the princess a skeptic look.

“Yes, I’m surprised you have not heard her already. Staying in the East wing by the way. Despite me insisting that was your private hall.”

“It’s no trouble. I’m glad to host her there!” Twilight was brimming with excitement. She would soon be able to see all her old friends. It had been a few months since the last fully attended friendship council due to scheduling errors.

Well, technically it’s been five years. The thought creeped in before Twilight could suppress it. Something about today was continuously bugging her thoughts.

“Uhm, what else is there?” She chirped, doing her best to move on from the intrusive thought.

“Today is rather short milady. The train ride from the Eastern docks is about a half-day ride, so we needn’t worry about that.”

“Why would we need to worry about the train?” Twilight slowed her pace as they entered the throne room. Massive windows basked the area in brilliant sunlight. The main podium was occupied by a large, ornate throne that bore Twilight’s mark at the crest. Beside it sat a small pad for her assistant to reside. The two ponies began stepping up the stairs flanked by waterfalls as they made their way to the thrones. Caius’s reply broke the marvel of the room Twilight was always so fascinated by.

“Why, the royal friendship ambassador has returned! The cruise liner that escorted him back from Norfandia docked almost an hour ago. Since the ride back will take such a while, we scheduled his report to occur tomorrow morning.”

Twilight gasped. She immediately leaned her forehead against her hoof and began rubbing her horn.

“Princess? Something amiss?”

“I can’t believe I forgot Spike was coming home.” She groaned out. Caius shifted uncomfortably in the chair. He rolled the scroll up in his white-illuminated magic and cleared his throat.

“Well milady, it has been a while. And you are busy. I’m sure he would understand your… ah—busy schedule.” Caius smiled painfully. Twilight raised her head to look at him cautiously.

“Caius, he and I haven’t spoken in a long time. I’m not so sure we’re on the best of terms.”

“Whatever do you mean? You would draft letters to Norfandia yearly if not more. I know you may not have seen him personally, but—”

“It’s not just that.” Twilight interrupted. She sighed and waved the guards by the grand doors out. They bowed and shuffled outside quickly. “The last letter I received from him was… not the most comforting thing.”

“The response to troop movement? The ambassador knows of Equestrian’s traditions and its allies. His response was brief but appropriate. Why would you be worried over it?”

“It’s the brief and appropriate part that worry me.” Twilight muttered.

“Princess?”

Twilight sighed and opened her mouth. But before she could speak, a knock sounded from the wooden doors before her. A crimson pony peeked his head in under the guard helmet.

“Pardon me, your majesty, but the URC representatives have arrived. Shall I send them in?”

Twilight controlled the stress threatening to burst through her mind. Closing her eyes to refocus, she raised a hoof and smiled at the guard.

“Thank you Flare. Please, send them in.” Twilight reopened her eyes and widened her smile. The guard nodded and ducked back outside.

“Princess…”

“I’ll talk about it later Caius. We have a busy day.”

Spike waved down the cart pony as she shuffled through the aisles. The old mare smiled warmly through her glasses at Spike when she approached.

“My my, a dragon! You must be hankering for a sweet gem right about now?” The warming country accent tickled Spike’s mind. He smiled wide at her suggestion and began nodding.

“Oh man, if you’ve got a bowl of them, I’d absolutely take it!”

“Watch your weight dear. Gems are high in carbs.” Rarity uttered from behind her unfolded newspaper. She was still wearing the ruby reading glasses, and she did not look up from the page to scold Spike.

“Ah c’mon. I haven’t had a gem in a long time. A few won’t hurt.”

“Hm.” Rarity snarked. Spike knew she meant well, and that she was mostly just playing around, but he felt a little rude for not asking Rarity’s order first.

“And for the lady?” The spotted earth pony swiveled her notepad towards Rarity. She finally set the newspaper down and smiled politely.

“Just a water is fine, really.” She shrugged her shoulders and scrunched her nose at the mare. The older lady smiled and waved a hoof to the sitting unicorn.

“You’re that dime from Ponyville, aren’t ya?”

“There’s a dime a dozen over there, I’m afraid you’ll need to be more specific darling.” Rarity giggled back.

“That swanky fashionista! Oh, I just adore your lines. Got a few catalogued dresses myself over the years from second hands! I tell ya, nothing makes me feel young again like that piece from the fruit pallet collection!”

“Which one darling? Was it the strawberry delight? Or perhaps the raspberry bliss. Those reds would beautifully accentuate your trim-cut white mane. Like frosting on a cake!”

Spike’s stomach growled at the mention of the desert. He clutched his abdomen and sheepishly grinned as the mares turned to him. The cart mare clucked her tongue and smiled at the dragon.

“Oh, here we are going on about dresses and you’re probably starving! Sorry dear, I’ll get right on it.” She winked down to him and started pushing the trolley along. Spike waved weakly as tight streams of blood rushed to his cheeks.

“Sorry.” He grumbled through the innocent smile. Rarity reached a hoof across the table and grinned back to him.

“Thanks for bearing that.” She mocked.

“Nah, it’s good to see you shine. I’m just sorry my rude stomach couldn’t control himself for one word of food!”

As though responding to the beratement, Spike’s stomach produced another rumbling growl that set both passengers in a braced shock.

“Wow, he is really not having it today.” Spike chuckled. Rarity smothered her own laugh and lifted the paper back up to her snout.

“Well, just make sure he doesn’t get too full before our dinner tonight. Remember; we still have a whole buffet to work through at Sweet Apple.”

“Riiiiight.” Spike recalled. Ponyville. The town was just over six hours away now. Spike had preoccupied the first part of the ride with some restless sleep on his side of the couch. The small booth he and Rarity had occupied ran a semi-circle of cushions around a glossy wooden table. To Spike’s right was a window that allowed him to watch the terrain cycle as they traveled across Equestria. He had pointed out the stops he took on previous missions, and Rarity had reminisced about her own consultations in towns for new boutiques. They were in the desert now, just a few hours shy of Appleloosa Ranch. Out here, only nomadic buffalo and the occasional watering hole could be found amidst the stretch of orange sun-beat sand.

Spike traced a claw around the lining of the window. He wanted to be flying home right now. On his own two wings. The poor limbs still drooped below his shirt, but Spike had started regaining some hope. Aches and pains shot through them constantly, which meant to Spike that they were trying to heal themselves. Just have to take it easy on them.

Rarity caught the dragon’s wistful glances across the soaring landscape over her paper. She chewed her lip in concern; both wanting to know how to help him, but not knowing what question to ask. Finally, she decided on asking the easy one.

“What’s on your mind?”

To her surprise, Spike did not enact his typical obliviousness to her question. He just sighed and shifted on his folded arms.

“I miss my wings.” He said sadly. Rarity looked out the window with him for a moment. The clouds soared by, free as birds.

“Did I ever tell you about my first trip to Canterlot?” Rarity asked abruptly. Spike turned inquisitively with a look of skepticism tracing the edges.

“Really, it was something. I suppose it wasn’t my first trip, but it was my first one alone. Twilight had gotten me a suite in the castle so I could pick up fabrics. While there, I fantasized about the high-class elites of Canterlot. That was, until I bumped into Fancy Pants himself on my return. He invited me to a viewing of the Wonderbolts with other of the elites, and my fame soared.” She graced her chest with a dramatic hoof and confident smile. Spike rolled his eyes and leaned back into his seat.

“Right, I know you became super famous or whatever at Twilight’s birthday, which I wasn’t invited to.” He huffed out. Rarity smiled at him before continuing.

“Well, I had wanted to be recognized my whole life by those ponies for the chance to flourish in the upper echelon of Canterlot’s society. I got my wish on a whim; by complete accident!” She laughed out. Spike’s demeanor sunk lower at her jesting.

“Okay… hooray.” He feigned excitement. Rarity held up a hoof for him to pause.

“But I started pretending to be a pony I wasn’t just to impress certain people. I was so worried about losing my status that my own actions began compromising the very reason I wanted such reputation to begin with. It was only when I realized that I had nothing to fear from the mingling of my lives that I let go, and my career and reputation went even further than I could have imagined.” Rarity finished her sentiment. She grinned across to the sulking dragon, and was a little disappointed to see her rousing story did not achieve what she expected in his emotions.

“Great. What does any of this mean Rare?” Spike bit across almost venomously. Rarity let the grin drop and leaned forward.

“Spike, you wanted those wings for so long. You finally got them, and then beat them to hell and back. Now, I’m afraid your worry for them will be their undoing. Just give it time, and a little love, and they’ll be as spry as when they sprouted.” Her soothing tone did its best to tickle Spike’s heartstrings. They must have done something, because the scaly hide unfurled itself from Spike’s chest in a reluctant sigh. His brow softened and his eyes looked deep into Rarity’s own.

“I just feel a little gypped is all.”

“I know Spikey, but you’ll have your moment. I just know it.”

The two shared a smile, her hoof resting in his claw. It was a perfect picturesque moment. That was until a shrill ‘Awwwwww’ interrupted their silence. The couple whipped to the aisle in a panic as the trolley mare clutched a hanky to her bosom. She was smiling obliviously at the two with a misty look occupying her features.

“Ya’ll are just the sweetest couple I’ve done seen. Truly something special here folks. Oh my, tut, look at me just interupptin’ the perfect moment and ya’ll are still probably hungry. Here ya go dearie.” She shuffled over to Spike’s side after regaining her composure. The pair in the booth had yet to wipe the blistering blush from their cheeks, but polite smiles decorated their faces anyway. The cream-colored mare presented Spike with a small bowl of modestly cut gems. They ranged from the deep blues of sapphire to magnificent topaz and ruby. They were some of the more common-cut gems, but beautiful and delicious nonetheless. Especially to a dragon who had not enjoyed a gemstone in five years.

“This is perfect, miss…”

“Hearthfire. And my pleasure mister Spike!” She winked down to him. Hearthfire placed the glass of water in front of Rarity and moved along respectfully. Spike frowned a little as she made her way out of ear shot.

“Did you tell her my name?”

Rarity raised her own eyebrow at the question.

“No? Why?”

Spike thought for a second. Then he decided he had spent a long enough time of his life thinking. He selected a brilliant sapphire from the pile before him and raised it to the sun. The light passed through dimly to show an array of blue patterns on the table. It was a relatively pure gem, for a trolley-food. Spike shrugged and brought it to his mouth. Giving it a tentative lick, he let the flavor of color cascade over his tongue. There was nothing quite like the test of a gem. Each one had a unique flavor and texture based on where it came from, its age, and how pure it was. This poor sapphire clearly came from surface caves, was relatively fresh, and had hundreds of other rocks and stones mixed in.

But to Spike, it was perfect. His mouth pooled with saliva on contact. The rough surface kissed the roof of his mouth as his sharp teeth began grinding the edges down. Fragments of the stone exploded in his mouth in a symphony of zest. Spike almost cried from the taste he had missed so much.

“Ahh… Oh my sweet Celestia.” He moaned out. Rarity’s jaw dropped and she slapped his arm.

“Spike! Don’t go making those noises in public!” She scorned. But Spike ignored her. He was lost in bliss. A clawful of smaller gems were shoveled into his mouth to accompany the noisy crunches. Rarity covered her face in shame as his demonic moaning shook the booth. Spike was finally in heaven. Nothing could pull him out.

Plans

Twilight made her way down the steps from her throne. It was still the afternoon, though a bit late in it. The meeting with the city-planner over winter had gone smoothly, but that was about the only thing. Twilight felt herself sapped of energy after the meetings with the URC for the better part of the day. Creatures bickering over formalities and cultural inclusivity had a tendency to wear the mind down; especially when it was so difficult to navigate them without appearing insensitive. Twilight was glad to be done with that for the day; she knew they would be back the following weeks.

Especially after they see the Gala. Twilight scrunched her nose and rested her eyes a moment. Caius trotted alongside his slightly less upright princess. He knew she was tired of questions at this point of her schedule, yet the day still had many hours left to give. Deciding to begin his assault, Caius asked the easy ones first.

“Shall we visit the dining hall milady?” He spoke cautiously as they exited the throne room. The guards at either side snapped to attention at the sight of their princess. Twilight splayed her wings in traditional fashion of an alicorn noble. Her neck raised, and her head held high, she began culminating the dregs of energy left in store.

“Food sounds delightful. Maybe just about the only thing that will keep me sane at this point.” Twilight chuckled to herself. Caius nodded along, inattentive to the humor peddled with the comment.

“Excellent. I figured we could multi-task and have miss Pie join us to review whilst we eat.” His crisp tongue clucked off the suggestion. Twilight dipped her head to him. The two turned into the Eastern wing where the royal chambers and dining hall resided.

“Not a bad idea Caius. Although, with Pinkie you may want to drop the formal tones. She’s not exactly a pony who cares for fluff.” Twilight again giggled. Caius raised his head from the scroll checklist before him, pausing in his self-mumbling. He frowned at the princess and adjusted the collar of his uniform.

“Hm. We shall see.”

The pair came upon a doorway that laid to the left of the hall. On the right were portions of windows that illuminated the journey with images of the courtyard full of exotic plants and animals. It was a pleasant walk for any pony fortunate enough to earn themselves a spot in the royal suites. The guards from the throne room door had taken up the rear of the entourage seamlessly; a testament to their professional training and well-coordinated efforts. Twilight raised her hoof to knock on the dark wood. Before the second rap could sound, the door swung inward to reveal a rosy pink mare. Her mane was swept up in the back with glitter, candy, and even a small toy embedded in the mess. Her tail was equally decorated for a child’s birthday party. The bags that hung under her sparkling blue eyes told a story of a pony who dealt with a lot in her home life. Clearly her son was keeping Pinkie occupied through both day and night. Despite the tired, messy look, the smile that befell her face spread from ear to ear in a comical grin. Without a moment’s notice, the pink pony pounced on Twilight with a shriek.

“TWILIGHT!” The scream rattled across the halls. Both of the guards rubbed their helmets at the vibrations that rung throughout them. Caius ducked his head behind the roll of scrolls he held in front of him. The princess of friendship met her friend with a hug and a smile equally wide. Pinkie had not changed a bit.

“Pinkie Pie! It’s so good to see you!” The princess squealed. The two friends embraced for a few seconds before breaking. Pinkie bounced up and down like a filly excited for her birthday.

“Twilight, oh my gosh we have SO MUCH to talk about! I would have talked earlier, but you were super busy, and I was super TIRED! Can you believe that? Me? Tired? It’s outrageous! To be fair, this is the first time in… well, really ever since having lil’ Cheese that I’ve had to myself. It’s weird, but kinda in a nice weird way, you know? I miss him, and cheesie, but it’s so quiet without them around!” She sprung into a cheerful giggle. Twilight covered her own mouth to share the comic.

“Yes, quiet is exactly how I’d describe this.” Twilight laughed. “I was wondering if you would be interested in coming with Caius and me to grab something to eat? I’ve been starving, but I didn’t want to miss seeing you a moment longer!”

Pinkie’s smile widened. She walked forward next to the princess that dwarfed her. Pinkie craned her neck upward and nodded.

“Sounds good Twilight. I’m always hungry.” Caius rolled his eyes at her comment. How can the princess be friends with such ponies?

The five of them walked into the dining hall, with Pinkie and the princess chattering away the whole leg. It was a short walk from her door to the hall, but it had felt like eons to the assistant. When they finally made their way inside, Caius moved quickly out of conversation range of the two. The guards posted themselves at the doorway, and the two friends sat at the long-set dining table; Twilight at the head, and Pinkie to her right. Considering it was just the two of them, the need for formality was tossed aside.

“So, Pinkie, the gala is next week! As you know, we pride ourselves on hosting the best party ever. What do you have in store for us this year?” Twilight asked as the first course was brought out. A tray was set in front of them with a small bowl of salad and mixed nuts and fruits. Pinkie shoved her face into the bowl, much to the chagrin of Caius and the other servants. Once she had eaten for a few seconds, her face resurfaced covered in lettuce bits. Her tongue lapped up the remaining pieces.

“Well, remember last year how we had the Griffinstone boulder ball?” Pinkie asked. Twilight smiled and nodded in response, remembering the strange music and dance around the floor. It had been a smash with most species… Other than the ponies she thought.

“I was thinking this year we try a little Eastern style stuff! Dragons and hippogriffs seem like they would make a crazy combo that would be sure to spice things up.”

“Hm, how so? Ember has only come to one gala before, and no other dragons have come since. Do you really think you could get them to come?”

“Oh yeah. Especially when I tell them about the Steam Stomping!” Pinkie quipped. Twilight raised an eyebrow at that. “The Steam Stomp! It’s a dragon thing where they all blow hot steam and jump around! I was thinking we tone it down to just fog on the floor while we all have a bit of a rave type thing. EDM might actually work on those party lizards. Spike always liked it!” She chirped. Twilight cringed for a split-second at the mention of her brother, but Pinkie either did not notice or did not want to push it.

“Sounds… fun! Be sure to mix some class in though. There are still Canterlot nobles who miss the ‘old ways’. Not to mention I was able to convince Cadence, Shining, and Flurry Heart to come this year. I don’t want to scare them off on their only trip to Canterlot this year.” Twilight smiled. Pinkie saluted and licked her lips.

“Will do captain! Hey, speaking of family coming in, didn’t Spike get here today? Did you see him already?” her question was innocent enough, but Twilight felt sweat begin to bead on her forehead.

“I uh, haven’t… no. I mean yes! He did get back to Equestria today, but he’s not here yet. That’s tonight or tomorrow.” Twilight spat out. Pinkie looked confused; Twilight knew she was acting weird, but it came without her trying. Something about Spike coming home made her nervous. Would he blow up at me? Does he even still like me? Can we get along nowadays? How much has he changed? How much had I changed?

“Twilight? You okay?” Pinkie coaxed. Her warm smile grounded Twilight for a moment. It was a safe smile; calming to look at. She must have had a lot of practice on her son. Twilight sighed and nodded.

“I’m fine Pinkie, just a little nervous.”

“You want to talk sweetie?” Pinkie’s tone was softer now, and her posture had relaxed into a very normal sitting. It was a side of Pinkie that Twilight was not used to. She liked it.

“I’m just nervous about Spike. We haven’t really had a conversation in five years, and honestly I don’t think he and I are on good terms right now.”

“Mm, why do you think that is?” Twilight looked up from the table skeptically. This really was a different Pinkie. Motherhood had changed her for the better.

“Well… I think it’s kinda my fault, but a little his too.” Twilight started uncomfortably. Pinkie offered a sympathetic smile and reached her hoof to Twilight. She accepted it and breathed out.

“I know I was pretty distant, but I was literally an ocean away. Not to mention running a country with some pretty fragile friendships. After he left, I lost my number one assistant. I never realized how much I relied on him just to get through my daily schedule. I just got so overwhelmed that I think I froze on him. My letters weren’t always the warmest thing, I know. Especially with the…” She paused and cut herself short. Equestria was not supposed to know about the civil war that had plagued Norfandia for sixteen years at the request of President Fenris. He did not want Equestria’s first impressions of his people to be war-like savages. Twilight thought a second before continuing.

“With the stress of setting up new infrastructure.” She covered. “He was busy, really busy, and I was busy. I couldn’t afford to send out help or go over myself for fear of leaving the tense relationships to themselves. His hardest year was also the year the changelings and dragons tried setting up the trans-gulf highway settlement. If I hadn’t been hooves-on in that, we would be seeing a war down there right now.” Twilight’s exasperated tone carried with her worried face. The more she spoke, the higher in volume she became. Pinkie sat listening carefully the whole time.

“Not only that, but he was requesting stuff I didn’t even know if I had! When I sent him to Norfandia, I didn’t expect him to need half the things he did! Then he wrote a letter one day…” Twilight quieted down. Pinkie saw her friend’s expression fall and began rubbing her fetlock gently. Twilight let her head dip slightly at the memory. “He wrote a letter that totally changed the way I saw him. It wasn’t rude, but it wasn’t Spike. I still remember the words.”

‘Dear Princess

The royal ambassador acknowledges your plight and sends regards. Please continue talks with President Fenris at best speed.

Your ambassador will return upon completion of duty; however, this letter is a formal notification of the interest of Spike, the Royal Friendship Ambassador to remain stationed in Norfandia post-haste. Please acknowledge upon your reception and notify the ambassador when a chance is given. I look forward to your enlightened decision.

RFA Spike the Dragon’

Twilight recited the letter perfectly. Pinkie gave a little gasp of shock. Twilight knew how she felt; it had only been earlier this year she had felt the same way when she received the letter.

“Spike… wanted to stay over there?” Pinkie whispered. Twilight nodded and sat up tall.

“He did. I… denied his request with the possibility of reopening the subject on his return. I don’t know how serious that letter was, but it felt like he was serious. I just really hope that’s changed.”

“I can’t imagine Spike staying a whole continent away. He would miss everyone too much. I’m sure he already does. Maybe he would change his tune if he knew how much we missed him.” Pinkie offered. Twilight smiled weakly at her suggestion. It was not a bad idea, but if Spike was that bitter towards Twilight, maybe he wanted nothing to do with Equestria; friends or not.

“I would ask Rarity to write him a letter, but that probably wouldn’t do much. For starters; she’s been on her own vacation for a month and is busy running an entire fashion empire. Not to mention I don’t think she likes Spike romantically anyway. Spike certainly got over her a long time ago… at least I hope so. But maybe just as a friend, she could help sway his mind. Maybe you all could.” Twilight dared to hope. Pinkie smiled a little uncomfortably at the suggestion. Twilight cocked her head. “What?”

“Pinkie promise. Can’t say. But I can say that I would love to write Spike! It’s been five years since I’ve seen him! Maybe we don’t even have to write him. He’ll be at the gala, right? We should all meet up earlier that day and chat!”

“Hm, maybe. Just maybe. If we had one of our old group get-togethers, he might relax a little!” Twilight grinned. But her smile disappeared quickly as she sank back down into her chair. “But I still have to see him tomorrow. Formally. Not as his sister, but a princess. He’s got a whole report he’s supposed to give me.” She sighed. Pinkie chewed her lip for a moment.

“Well, what if… you don’t make him do a report?” She asked. Twilight again looked confused. “No seriously! Who needs a dumb report anyway?”

“Um, we do.” Caius interrupted from across the room. He huffed and turned his cheek at the pink mare. “Ambassador Spike is expected to bring a full report of the dealings with Norfandia over the last five years. This information could be critical to our incorporation of a new alliance!” He cried out.

“Pinkie may be right.” Twilight offered. Caius whipped his head back and sputtered. “No really, think about it. We got all the after-ac—I mean, the post incorporation reports from him. I talked with Fenris extensively for five years. What can’t I get out of a friendly conversation that I need in a formal report?”

Caius had no answer at the clear dereliction of duty. He gasped like a flounder out of the water. Everything was meant to be by the book.

“So, it’s settled!” Pinkie bounced. “Instead of a report, you and Spike should get some lunch together and hang out! Then next week, we’ll all party!” She screamed again. Twilight giggled at her old friend. Despite the years on her body, Pinkie still had the spry step of a young party mare in her twenties.

“I think I’d like that very much, Pinkie.”

Author's Note

I really like the idea of exploring how the 'mane 6' would change after these years of responsibilities. Pinkie has especially interested me, being a energetic pony who now has another ball of energy to care for. How would that translate to her everyday life? Her being a mother, I think she'd be a better listener at this point, though maybe she has a thing or two left to learn herself.

Friends

The train thumped along rhythmically as the sun set beyond the tracks. Spike leaned against the window, watching the land flutter by at a breakneck pace. Rarity had curled up on her side of the table, gently breathing as she stole moments of sleep. Spike wanted to join in the rest, but his mind raced alongside the train keeping himself bright-eyed. The cabin lights of the passenger car had dimmed as the sun sank, so that ponies could rest for the remainder of the long ride.

Spike guessed they were only a half-hour away from Ponyville at this point. They had been riding for what felt like forever. There was no way to track time around him, save for watching the sun’s methodical rotation in the sky. He suspected it was about 1900 hours in the day based on the sun, but Spike had also grown accustomed to Norfandian time tracking. The sun set earlier there due to the scores of mountains that lined the Western coast. It had made Spike become used to long nights and early mornings.

The trolley mare walked by as quietly as she could in notice of Rarity’s blissful slumber. She came close to Spike and leaned over to whisper.

“Anything I can get you hon?” Her warm smile brought Spike away from the window. He returned the welcome with his own.

“Thank you, I’m alright for now. How much longer to Ponyville?” He asked quietly. The train had stopped a few times since departure to drop off ponies and trolls alike in new cities. Spike’s car was almost empty at this point; only a pair of ponies and a singular troll sat in the car with them. The trolley mare glanced between Spike and Rarity with a grin.

“Just over thirty minutes. You two lovebirds settling there?”

Spike waved a claw at her playfully. “No, just visiting some old friends. Off to Canterlot tomorrow.” He sighed out at the end. Hearthfire lit up at the mention of the royal city.

“Well! You just saunter on up there quickly now! That place is a pony’s dream. I wish you best of luck and Celestia’s speed.” She rattled off. Spike gave a weak smile in return as Hearthfire pushed the cart away. It was good to hear they were close to Ponyville; Spike was starting to feel cramped in the train. Some of the passing area had started to become familiar as they entered the places he used to roam. The edge of the Everfree forest sat out a distance bidding Spike a welcome home. In the serene light of sunset, nobody would ever guess the foreboding forest contained some of the most dangerous creatures known to Equestria. Yet strangely, Spike felt the childish fear of the forest was absent this time. He wondered if his time in the real world had hardened him to the childish fright of the unknown.

Spike let his mind wander for the remainder of the ride. Eventually the slowing of motion brought his mind back inside the train car. He looked around outside to see the edges of Ponyville coming into view. Spike’s heart did a cartwheel as he saw the small colonial houses cropping up. Some were new to Spike’s knowledge; clearly Ponyville had grown a bit in his absence.

His view was obscured by the station pulling alongside the car. Spike turned back to look at Rarity. She stirred in her sleep at the halting of the train. A frown covered her face as she was rudely awoken. Her hooves stretched and popped before she began rubbing her eyes to clear the vision. Spike began standing to retrieve his suitcase from the overhead storage, chuckling as he heard Rarity let a soft whine out.

“Sleep well?”

“Mm, hardly. It’s nearly impossible for one to get any rest on this rickety old thing.” Rarity cried. Spike dropped a suitcase on the carpeted floor with a thud. Rarity’s bags that had fit inside were laden with hundreds of fabrics and souvenirs. He grunted as he hoisted another duffel bag of hers. Rarity stood herself up and started helping with her magic. Within a few moments, the five bags she brought inside were lined up behind her on a small cart. Spike dragged his own roller bag behind him as they made for the exit. Spike stepped onto the wooden platform with a breath held in his chest. He was finally home.

The pair waited for a few minutes in the dimly lit cover as the luggage ponies hauled the passengers’ suitcases out from the under carriage. It was no surprise that most of the embroidered carry-ons belonged to the snow-white mare by Spike’s side.

“I hope you don’t expect me to carry all of those.” Spike nudged her shoulder. Rarity glanced at him with a sly grin.

“I remember a certain young dragon who would die for the chance to carry my luggage.”

“Yea,” Spike snickered, “but that dragon also had no sense of self-respect.” He rolled his eyes at the pony. The wagon of suitcases rolled in front of them. Despite Spike’s earlier protest, he grabbed the handle of the carriage before Rarity could.

“Such a gentlemen.”

“Hm.” He grunted. They made their way down the ramp onto the dirt path. Spike hauled the massive cart of luggage behind Rarity. She walked with every bit of grace he remembered her having. There was something surreal about returning home in the state they were in. Despite both Spike and Rarity’s age, Ponyville seemed to have changed little. There were a few more houses along the road, but the main structures still stood; relics full of ancient history that told stories of mythical encounters. Had Spike not been witness to many of them, he would have trouble believing their validity.

They strolled past the town hall. The circular structure welcomed ponies into the covered porch that ran around the entire building. A large banner hung from the lofty rafters. It was a deep purple that covered a large portion. The center of the fabric held three stars encircled by bright yellow dust; the symbol of princess Twilight Sparkle who had lived in the humble village for so long. Down the road in the opposite direction still stood the crystalline castle that had emerged from the tree of harmony. Its magnificent points caught the traces of sunlight as the light receded beyond the horizon. Spike was almost caught up in the fantastical elements of his childhood home.

“We’ll drop off my luggage at the Carousel Boutique before heading to Sweet Apple Acres. Sweetie Belle should be there, and I’m sure she’d love to join us. She and Apple Bloom are sure to catch up!” Rarity’s mind was already running past where she was. Spike ripped himself from the stare at his old home. They turned down another street to make their way for Rarity’s old shop residence. Spike’s head was on a swivel as they paced down the road. Many of the colorful ponies all trotted around with heads held high and smiling. He recognized some of them, or at least he thought so. Their ages had changed many of their youthful appearances. Some of the ponies that had been fillies now ran their own day-to-day lives. He spotted Diamond Tiara leaving a nice restaurant alongside two other finely dressed mares he did not recognize. They met eyes for a moment as she began walking away. Spike offered a smile, which she pleasantly returned. Maybe we’ll have time to catch up with some old faces.

“What about Yona?” Spike responded to Rarity’s suggestion. Rarity kept prancing onward without looking back.

“What about her? She just runs the shop; I don’t think she’ll be there this late. Did you want her to come?” Rarity asked confused.

“No no, I just didn’t want her to feel excluded if we show up.” Spike replied. Rarity swung her head towards him with an inquisitive look.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Rarity continued on. They finally approached the doors to her old Boutique. It had undergone some small renovations since Rarity had handed the reins to Yona. The windows had changed to become large walls of glass rather than small displays. Dresses and mannequins lined the ledges, with a few even standing outside the shop as a welcoming display.

Spike recalled the ridiculous amount of time he would spend watching the doorway to Rarity’s boutique in hopes of catching the gorgeous mare. So often had the young dragon been here that it became another home to him in Ponyville. Rarity jostled the handle of the door with her magic. The entrance swung inward to allow the pair inside with all their luggage. The atrium still had all the magic of fashion Spike remembered; there was the stage place for iconic designs, and racks of dresses along the walls. The spiral staircase at the back of the shop bid them up to explore the old building further.

“Sweetie Belle? I’m home!” Rarity called loudly. She waited for a response, gleefully smiling as she heard a crashing noise coming from above. A beautiful cream mare rushed to the top of the stairs; her cotton-candy mane bounced in excitement as she sped down the curve. Sweetie Belle had grown into just as gorgeous a mare as Rarity was. Her mane came just below the neck, curling in a cute, buoyant way. The purple and pink colors appeared as candy to the eye, drawing anyone’s attention just past the middle-part horn to the effortful makeup that lightly graced Sweetie’s face. Her eyelashes extended just a bit past her natural length, giving her a sultry look in her bright green eyes. Her tail swept down to the floor, full of volume and color much like her mane. The gilded cutie mark of the crusader emblem complimented the array of colors in her coat. She truly was a beautiful mare.

Despite her now grown appearance, Sweetie Belle broke into a childish shriek at the sight of her sister. The two mares ran at each other to embrace violently. Both were laughing hysterically and seemed on the verge of tears.

“Rarity! Oh my gosh, I had no idea you were coming! I would’ve set up a place for you, or come and gotten you from the station!” She hurriedly spewed. Her smile stretched across her cheeks as she bounced back from her sister.

“Oh, please. It was meant to be a surprise dear! I can’t blame you for our success!” Rarity beamed back. That was when Sweetie Belle finally noticed Spike standing respectfully behind her sister. His hands were shoved in the pant pockets while he tried desperately not to look awkward. Spike gave a sheepish grin as Sweetie approached him more calmly than she had her sister. Still, she embraced Spike in a tight squeeze which he returned.

“Spike, wow it’s been years since I’ve seen you! You’ve grown up so much!” She pulled back and gave him a once-over. Spike bashfully turned away and waved his claw weakly.

“Yea, you too. You’ve grown a ton! I mean… grown up more—you’re taller than last time.” Spike fumbled with his words. He was doing a very poor job of hiding his shock at his old friend’s glow-up. Sweetie gave him a tender smile and backed up behind her older sister. Rarity shot Spike a sideways look of confusion. It caused Spike to blush harder as he compared the two.

They’re both so beautiful… His mind drooled over the sisters. It was no secret that the gem-like sisters had been blessed with some of the most attractive genes this side of Canterlot. Spike was astonished that he even had a chance with Rarity.

“Sweetie, we were planning on stopping over at Sweet Apple Acres for dinner tonight. We were wondering if we could drop our luggage here and you come with us!” Rarity picked up the conversation. Sweetie Belle began nodding with a smile.

“That sounds delightful! Apple Bloom and I haven’t caught up in a bit; we’ve both just been so busy. It’ll be good to see her! And Big Sugar!” She squeaked. Spike raised his head back to the pair and pulled his hands from the pockets.

“Big Sugar?” He asked. Sweetie turned to him and grinned wider.

“Yea! Big Mac and Sugar Bell’s son! He’s just about to turn seven.” She explained. Spike felt the blood rush back into his face. He could not believe that he had forgotten the name of Mac’s son.

To be fair, I’ve been gone almost the whole kid’s life. Spike excused himself mentally. It would be good to get to know him.

“It blows me away every time I think about our friends all grown up.” Rarity mused. “So many of us have families of our own now, it’s just not something I expected!” She laughed out.

“Well, that just means it’s your turn next!” Sweetie Belle responded. Now it was Rarity’s turn to flush. Sweetie had always been a bit on the brash side; speaking her mind was a quality she boasted daily.

“Hey, speaking of… Spike, why are you with Rarity? You weren’t on vacation, were you?” Sweetie turned back to him quizzically. Spike gulped and shook his head.

“Anything but.”

“Spike was just lucky enough to get on the same ride home as me from Norfandia.” Rarity interjected. She gave Spike a sympathetic look. He knew she was covering for him. He would be able to share his story on his own time. Spike nodded to Rarity in appreciation.

“Yea, then we just… reconnected on the cruise. I-- we’re—”

“We’re dating.” Rarity finished quickly. Spike felt his eyes go a little wide at her abruptness. He was unsure if they would come out as official so quickly after their return, but clearly Rarity was in no mood to hide. Rarity smiled over to him in confirmation, and Spike returned it with a nod.

“Yep.” He assured. Sweetie looked between the two, shocked for a moment. Spike caught the look in her eye of momentary disappointment, but it quickly vanished as Sweetie smiled.

“Guys! I’m so happy for you!” She squealed. Sweetie bounced over to Spike and pulled him into a hug with Rarity. “I can’t believe it finally happened! You’ve only been in love for years.” She mocked. Spike gave a fake laugh as he pulled out of the hug.

“Haha… yea.” He grimaced. Spike felt strangely awkward at Sweetie’s response to the news. He had no idea why.

“Well, we just figured why put it off any longer.” Rarity quipped. The sisters giggled as they began catching up. Spike began to herd them out of the door as they babbled between each other.

“C’mon ladies. I’m hungry, and Sweet Apple Acres isn’t getting any closer. You can talk on the way.” He nearly shoved them out of the door. They seemed oblivious to his rush as they absent-mindedly laughed over memories. Spike rolled his eyes and began trudging towards Applejack’s home. It was going to be a long walk.

The sun was now fully behind the horizon; only streaks of purple and burnt orange seared across the quiet sky. Spike took his time on the lengthy walk to breathe in the sights of Ponyville. He recalled the bridge he used to throw rocks from, the place Trixie used to do magic shows, the old spot for the library he used to live, and so the memories continued. The trio meandered over the dirt roads towards the farmhouse that sat outside the town limits. Fences lined the orchards that surrounded them. All the apple trees were dried out and sleeping; winter was approaching in Equestria. The air had yet to become unbearably cold, but it was nippy without a sun to warm Spike’s scales. He suddenly wished that he had brought his coat jacket with him.

The red apple barn gave a quaint welcome as they approached, its old wood groaning softly in the breeze. Spike approached the main door with the sisters behind him. He felt a sense of excitement fill his mind at the thought of seeing some more of his friends.

Maybe Discord will make an appearance and we can do some late-night O&O Spike found himself wishing. He raised a closed fist to rap on the door in a quick knock. He took a step back to wait for the resident inside to make their way to the entrance. The door opened to bask the porch in warm light and glow from an oven. Sugar Bell stood behind the doorway with a confused look on her face. It deepened when she saw Spike. The two of them had never been that close, but Spike knew he must look totally different after so long and being in the dark.

“Hiya Sugar Bell; can Big Mac come out to play?” Spike joked. Sugar Bell’s expression softened into a smile as she put it together.

“Spike!” Her kindly voice rose. “Oh my goodness! It’s been so long; please, come in all of you!” She stepped aside and motioned for them to enter. They obliged, and Spike found himself standing in the entryway of Sweet Apple Acres. To his right sat the kitchen, laden with tools and food scattered about. Sugar Bell had clearly been in the midst of making dinner. On Spike’s left was a small table next to a set of stairs. A frame opened into another family room that had chairs and carpets. Laying back on one of the rockers was a massive red stallion with a vest and collar. His blond mane poked up and turned as he looked to see the new guests. Spike grinned widely as their eyes met.

“Big Mac, you old farmhand. Get over here!” Spike yelled as he made his way towards the stallion. Big Mac jumped from his chair to embrace the dragon. They were almost the same height, with Spike being only a little taller.

“My, you’ve grown.” Big Mac grinned in his deep country talk.

“And you’ve shrunk.” Spike laughed back.

“Eeyup. Kids’ll do that.” He groaned. Rarity and Sweetie Belle had taken to talking with Sugar as they waited. Spike and Big Mac moved around the table and continued their conversation. Hoofsteps rattled above as more than one pony stirred from whatever they were doing upstairs. Spike glanced up them to see a grape-colored colt rushing quickly down them. His mane was strawberry-blonde that furled as any other Apple family member. He excitedly bounced down onto Big Mac’s back. The larger stallion let out an oof as the colt jumped on his back.

“Sugar, what did we say about jumping on daddy?” Big Mac scolded. Big Sugar grinned and leaned forward on his back.

“Are you a real dragon?” He ignored. Spike held in a laugh as Big Mac sighed and shook his head.

Following the young pony was the Apple sisters. Apple Bloom wore a pink frilled ascot and her hair neatly tucked for work. The bow she always wore still hung in her red mane. She immediately screeched as she caught sight of Sweetie Belle, and the two friends hugged beginning the round of giggling all over again. Applejack looked a little worse for wear; Granny Smith’s old ascot hung around her neck, but Applejack’s hat looked as worn as the pony it sat on. She hobbled down the stairs with bags under her eyes. Applejack was about the same age as Rarity, but she looked so much older right now. The last work season had not been kind to her.

“Well, bust my buckball; is that Spike and Rarity in my house? I’m as tickled as a plum seeing y’all!” She hustled over to Spike. Rarity had made her way next to the dragon in preparation to see her friend. The mares embraced first, with Rarity stroking AJ’s back soothingly.

“Applejack, you look so marvelous dear.”

“Ah, don’t lie to me.” Applejack scoffed. “I look as run down as our wagon over here. I busted a joint last bucking season. Doc says it’ll heal, but I got to take it easy.” She moved over towards Spike and looked up at him. Spike smiled and leaned down to pull his old friend in.

“You’ll be back out there in no time AJ.” Spike consoled.

“Holy cow, when did you get so bulky! We could use you next season.” Applejack poked Spike’s abdomen. She laughed as she regarded the boy she once knew. “Mhmm, I’ll say you grew up all nice-like. Finally got some meat on you!”

“Hasn’t he though? And much taller.” Rarity added with a giggle. Spike waved them off and sighed.

“I just hadn’t hit my growth spurt yet.”

“Well, what a spurt it was!” Applejack laughed and reared back. Something must have twinged in her hip because she quickly brought herself back down to all fours with a pained look on her face. “Whoops, I can’t be rearing like that for a while.”

“Dinner is almost ready. If you all want to sit down, Sugar will set the table.” Sugar Bell called.

“Awww mom, I wanna talk to the dragon!” Big Sugar whined out.

“You’ll have plenty of time after you do the chores you’re supposed to.” She quipped back. Big Sugar reluctantly hopped down from Big Mac’s back and made his way to the kitchen.

“The rest of you, please sit! I’ll have the food up in no time.” Sugar Bell offered. The party obliged and pulled extra chairs around the wooden table.

“You’re in for quite the treat. Sugar Bell’s cooking is second only to her baking.” Applejack licked her lips. Spike’s stomach growled at the thought of food. Everyone paused for a moment to stare at his loud response. Spike patted his stomach and grinned.

“Well, count me in for seconds then!”

Author's Note

Bit of a longer one just cause it's mostly filler. Here's to wishing you all a happy new year!

Fires

The hours danced by filled with reminiscent smiles and loud clatters of silverware when someone would slap the table. Spike leaned back in the old wood chair after finishing his last bite of the delicious apple turnover. The happy energy among the group had died to a quiet contentment. Big Sugar had meandered his way over to his mother’s lap earlier in the night and curled into a sleeping ball. Sugar Bell was stroking his strawberry mane while Big Mac began clearing the table. Spike pushed back from his seat to stand as the burly pony moved to his plate.

“I got it Mac, let me help ya out.” He answered as he grabbed his spread of silverware. A firm hoof landed on his shoulder easing him down into the chair.

“Nope, Granny would be rolling in her grave if we let a guest do their dishes.” The cherry stallion smiled down at him. Spike would have fought against the order if it was anyone besides an Apple, but he knew better. He eased himself back into the chair and leaned against the wooden frame.

“Fair enough.” Spike looked up across the table to see Rarity conversing quietly with Sugar Bell so as not to wake the sleeping colt. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had already moved from the dining room up to the bedroom to have their own conversation. Better for all of us Spike thought- those two are louder than a howling diamond dog. Spike leaned back in his chair to bring the old creaking wood off the ground.

“Hey Mac, what do you say to heading out front to catch up when you’re finished there?” Spike asked as his friend returned from the sink.

“Sure. Got a couple rockers on the porch. You can head out and I’ll meet ya there in a bit.” Big Mac nodded towards the front door. Spike stood up and began walking towards the small, texturized door, passing the ladies on his way. Rarity glanced up mid-sentence at the dragon with a raised eyebrow. Spike smiled and motioned one hand between him and Big Mac, with the other pointed at the door. Rarity gave a slight nod of understanding and resumed her conversation.

Spike gently opened the door and slid into the night air. The hot summer air that usually brought ponies out was gone, as the world was deep in fall by now. The chilly nip sent an immediate shiver down his spine. He brought his arms up to rub the sleeves of his thin dress shirt. Should’ve brought my jacket too. The dragon moved away from the building to find three old rocking chairs surrounding a bale of hay. Spike smiled as he remembered the times some O&O sessions were hosted here. He began to move around to sit in the chair, but stopped himself when he saw a tiny circle of stones just off to the left of the seats. It was clearly a firepit as the middle was filled with old charcoal and ashes. Feeling the lick of the brisk air, Spike decided a fire would make for a good companion.

He moved over to the smaller shack that rested at the edge of the cleared property. He could hear the pigs sleeping in their shelter as he passed by the stall. A firm stump rested outside the back of the building with a hatchet planted inside the center. Next to it sat a mediocre sized pile of both split and unsplit logs. Mac must’ve gotten pulled away in the middle of cutting he realized. Spike rolled up his sleeves and worked his scaled digits around the base of the hatchet. With a firm tug, it pulled free of the wood. Spike worked a log onto the center of the stump. Clasping the hatchet now with both claws, he brought it above his head. He took a moment to aim carefully for the center of the log before bringing his arms down quickly.

THWACK

The log rocked as the hatchet sank about halfway through. Not bad for a first try Spike smiled to himself.

He continued slashing through the logs for a time before his mind started occupying itself. The cutting reminded him of the times he would help set up camp for the night during a campaign.

It was always a nice bit of the night when Lime and I could sneak out for a bit to chase firewood. Still, would’ve been nice to have a consistent heat source.

THWACK

The hatchet came down a little harder than before.

I wonder if Troj ever got that bike with his husband. Though, riding it with one leg probably…

Thwack

I wonder what the rest of the Barlow fighters ended up doing. Could probably keep in touch well enough, there’s only a few—

THWACK

I wonder if they feel this too…

THWACK

If they kept going…

CRUNCH

Spike looked between his legs and saw the hatchet driven partly through the splitting stump. While he had been wrapped in his thoughts, he had forgotten to check the log pile for more wood. He felt heat crawl to his cheeks in both embarrassment, and anger.

“Stupid- ergh I should’ve been watching.” He muttered out loud.

“’Tsalright Spike.” The comforting drawl soothed from behind. “There’s always more stumps.” Spike whirled around to see Big Mac watching. His embarrassment grew as he let the hatchet drop to the dirt. It did not help that Spike could feel the tears sting the corners of his eyes.

“Tell ya what; let’s start this fire, and you can repay me with letting me into that head of yours.” Mac smiled and moved forward to rest a hoof on his friend’s shoulder. Spike’s claws flexed and he glanced downward.

“Sounds like a plan.”

The pair sat around the crackling fire rocking silently against its heat. Big Mac had drawn out an old pipe, filling the air with a sweet scent of burning tobacco. Spike had never figured Mac would fall into that sort of thing, but he understood the stresses of running a farm and family could catch up to anyone.

They had been quiet for almost twenty minutes by Spike’s best guess. Big Mac had never been the one to start conversations, but he was always an excellent listener. At least the silence was comfortable. But it got to Spike eventually, and he decided to break it.

“There’s just a lot.” He puttered. His eyes tracked to Big Mac’s face dimly lit from the fire light. The pony had stopped rocking, but offered no judgement or input; just a face soft and ready to listen to a dear friend.

“A lot happened Mac,” Spike continued. “I’m not the- dragon- I was before.”

“That’s a good thing Spike. No change means yain’t growing.” Big Mac rocked forward.

Spike waved a claw at his friend and leaned forward. “It’s not like that. I mean that- I’ve done some things I’m not proud of.”

“We all have.”

Spike felt a temper flare up. He tried to check it before it burst from his mouth, but his words came out slightly tainted with bitterness. “I doubt it. Not like this.” He caught Big Mac’s gaze and forced himself to calm down.

“I shouldn’t be here.” Spike murmured. Big Mac said nothing, forcing Spike to explain his thoughts. “There are a lot of others who deserve to be here instead of me. Who should be here.”

“Spike, I’m going to stop you right there.” His friend’s voice cut in strongly. It threw Spike off. He sat up to look at the stallion closer. Big Mac blew a smoke ring out before knocking the embers out of the tiny device. “That’s not your call. You did what you could. Live in that. You made a lot of folks’ lives better.”

“How would you know?” Spike asked calmly. Big Mac chuckled a little before reaching into his breast pocket. He pulled out a tiny piece of strangely shaped paper. Spike squinted in the firelight to make better of the image. He realized it was the player piece for Discord- “Captain Wuzz” as they had named him so many years ago. In an instant, the piece shivered and grew to the size of a spindly draconiquis. Spike felt his smile widen as he saw another old friend.

“You didn’t think I would let somepony else pull a disappearing act on me, now did you?” Discord chided. Spike suddenly stood and embraced his friend. Discord reached down with his talon and patted the spines of his friend. “Ah- good to see you too you overgrown lizard.”

“So, you were watching.” Spike grinned as he pulled back. Discord grabbed the third rocker and stretched it comically wide to accommodate his strange length.

“I had special orders from the ruler of Equestria to keep tabs on you.” Discord plucked an ember from the air and placed it on his tongue.

“So, you could’ve helped?” Spike questioned. How could the most powerful being in the universe not step in for something like the Norfandian civil war?

“Not quite, my scaly companion. Twilight made it expressly clear that I couldn’t interfere with politics, especially since my visits were only ever brief and biased. She said things had to resolve themselves naturally so those creatures wouldn’t turn their sights on Equestria once the power struggle was over.”

“Then why did she let me do something?”

Discord popped an eye open at the dragon and brought his arms down from behind his head. “Why, because you had to! In showing Nor- uh, whatchamacallit, that the Equestrian dignitary would fight for their nation, you showed those people the ‘strength of friendship’ or whatever. A dragon ambassador from a pony continent fighting for trolls? I guess Twilight found that to be the best way to show them how powerful friendship is.” Discord fluttered his eyelids in a romantic gesture before dropping his face to the ground in a scowl. “How… quaint.”

Spike was silent. The information he had received sent a new wave of emotions roiling through his chest.

“Twilight… used me.” He sputtered. Discord picked himself back up and shot a weary glance at Big Mac.

“That’s not- exactly how I would put it.” Discord offered.

“No, she absolutely did!” Spike shouted. “She could’ve authorized you, or even just a division of troops at any time to come help. But she didn’t so I could represent a ‘strong Equestria.’ She made me do—” Spike choked up.

“Think of it this way kid, you were the only one who could do it.” Discord offered. Unlike his usual snarky retorts, this one was offered with a sense of genuine sympathy. If the draconiquis had borne witness to glimpses of Spike’s struggles in the continent, he would know somewhat how difficult it had been for the young drake.

“You couldn’t have stopped by to say hello?” Spike whispered out. His face was turned away from the fire and hung, presumably to stop his friends from seeing the tears come from his eyes. Discord placed his hands on the dragon’s shoulders.

“The princess forbade it.” He whispered again.

They were quiet for a moment before Spike spun back towards the fire.

“The princess.” He spat.

“Spike, ah know you’ve got a lot of feelings right now, but—” Big Mac was interrupted by Spike suddenly standing. His stare burned hotter than the flames between them.

“But nothing Mac. She’s—she was my sister. Would you have sent AJ, or Apple Bloom to war for five years, not even offering help?”

Big Mac hesitated. “No.” he whispered.

“I didn’t think so.” Spike sank back down.

“No.” Big Mac spoke louder. Both his friends looked back at him questioningly. “I wouldn’t send them without help, but I would trust Equestria to them. And a new continent. I’d trust the world to them.”

“Without—”

“Yea Spike, without help. I know who they are and what they’re capable of. To me, it sounds like Twilight only trusted you to help those folks out without throwing the rest of the world into chaos.” Big Mac went on.

“Nothing wrong with a bit of that.” Discord snickered. It earned him a reprieving stare from Spike.

Spike could feel the logic of Big Mac’s words sinking into his mind, but the guilt and pain clawed against any feelings of comfort that might set in. “Mac, that doesn’t change that I… killed people.”

Spike expected some type of shock to come from his friends, but neither of them so much as batted an eye.

After a moment of awkward silence, Discord filled the air with suppressed coughs that were clearly trying to cover a giggle. Spike was horrified at the reaction.

“How are you laughing…”

“Spike, my scaly friend, come now. You’re not the only one who’s committed such atrocities.” Discord rubbed his eyes with a smile. Spike was still shocked at the outburst.

“Big Mac, are you seeing this?” Spike gasped.

“Spike, I mean, Discord is right.”

“How.” Spike grit.

“I’ve had to put down my fair share of woodland predators who preyed on our livestock, or foals.”

“That’s hardly the same as killing a sentient person.” Spike folded his arms indignantly.

Now Big Mac was the one who bore a hollow look on his face. It told Spike there was more to his friend than he knew.

“Spike, you don’t know everything.” The stallion hushed.

The firelight provided the only shift in visuals as Spike and Big Mac stared at each other. Their looks were not ones of disrespect, but of understanding. Behind the stallion’s emerald eyes was a fire; Spike had seen it rage very rarely in his life, but he had no doubt his friend would do anything to protect his family. Anything.

“Wealllllllllll,” Discord interrupted with a smile, “we all know how many poor unfortunate souls have met their end at my hands.” Discord tried to break the silence. His friends both looked at him with raised brows and downturned lips. Discord rubbed his neck awkwardly and dodged their eyes. The smile dropped from his face, replaced with somber expression. “There are, many things I regret from before I met Fluttershy.” He spoke knowingly. “Spike, you will always live with regrets. You can’t undo them, but you can move past them.” He brought himself down to Spike’s level.

“But—”

“Especially with a little help, from some old friends.” Discord returned his grin as he swirled his talon around in the air. Suddenly, an old box appeared in his grasp.

“Is now really the time for that?” Spike grimaced.

“I think, now is the perfect time for this.” Big Mac stepped up. He began pushing the hay bale over by the fire, keeping it just far enough away from the flames.

“Spike, you’re too wrapped up in your thoughts. It’s not healthy. Take a break.” Discord pushed his friend towards the hay bale. Spike felt his will crack down as Big Mac began unfolding the board. The old land of Spiketopia rolled out across the surface. The board was huge. It had grown with every campaign they had run as they crafted their own stories and adventures. Parts of the board draped off the ends of the bale. The familiar warm glow of childhood spread through Spike’s chest as he saw his little character placed on a square next to his friend’s.

“Well, maybe just one encounter…”

Author's Note

This is a very, very short update due to the fact I am neglecting my responsibility to writing due to a lot of personal strain. But, I want to get back into it and I miss this and the feedback you all have. I will do my best to make more updates!