Spike's Greatest Endeavor

Chapters

Tea with the Princess
Fading Heartache
Odd Request
An Unpleasant Trip
A Pleasant Day
Final Offer
After a Pleasant Day
Bygone Days
Into the Mind and Back
Surprise Visit
Comfortable Struggle
Planned Reunion
A Brighter Future

Tea with the Princess

Rarity used her magic to put down her teacup onto its saucer as she finished taking another sip. Twilight did the same, as she finished the tiny amount of liquid remaining in her teacup. For both of them, the act was subconscious. The two of them were fixated on their conversation about the international economy, and the rises and drops that they were predicting in the future.

It had been over a year since Twilight was crowned Princess of Equestria. With the weighty responsibility of ruling, governing, and maintaining a thriving nation, Twilight was finding herself becoming busier each day. Her days were already filled with critical meetings, status reports from her various advisors and officials, conducting important legal trials, and spending time in the throne room to interface with distressed civilians about whatever new urgent matter there was. Despite her ever crowded schedule, Twilight was often able to make time for a short, weekly teatime with her close friend Rarity. They were pleasant times for Twilight, whenever she could afford take them. They were another opportunity for her to momentarily forget her colossal responsibilities, and to return to the nicer of her earlier life, where she had the time and leisure to spend most of her days with her closest friends that she had met years ago when she moved into in Ponyville.

“I suppose that it would be wise to wait a while before opening up that location,” Rarity concluded. “Then after that lull you predict, I shall hire open up there.”

“That’s certainly what I would suggest,” responded Twilight.

“Ok thank you so much for your insight Twilight. With most of my marketing and finance teams taking time off, I honestly had no idea who else to turn to. This makes things so much easier.”

“Think nothing of it, Rarity. I am more than glad to spend some time catching up with an old friend of mine. Besides, I did not have the opportunity to thank you before for that very comfortable night gown you gifted me. I have been wearing it every night since I received it.”

“Oh, as you said, Twilight, think nothing of it,” Rarity, the Element of Generosity, retorted. “In order to deal with all your royal duties, you deserve nothing but of the greatest quality sleep. I am simply doing my part in providing for my friends.” Rarity then looked to the wall clock in the otherwise empty conference room that they were in, before turning her attention back to Twilight.

“Say, is Spike well. I have hardly seen him around lately. You haven’t been overworking him have you, Twilight?”

“Oh, no. Spike wasn’t able to visit you last weak because he was really backlogged with updating and rearranging the filing system we use to store civilian records. With so many different species of creatures migrating and buying property in Equestria, it is more important than ever to stay organized.”

“Uh huh,” voiced Rarity, contemplating what Twilight had said.

“Although, I should be asking you that Rarity. Haven’t you been overworking Spike?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Before last week, it seemed that Spike was spending more and more his time off just to see you. I hope you haven’t been demanding his assistance with your own work.”

Rarity gave an offended scoff. “Why, Twilight, what makes you think I would even consider such a thing. I believe we went over all this before, back when he started spending time with that Griffon, I think Gabby Griffon, was her name. I already told you that I only accept any assistance that Spike freely offers, and nothing more. I certainly wouldn’t try to covet his time, or keep him from you, if that is what you are implying. Especially not now, when you need your number one assistant more than ever.”

“Rarity, I know that you’re a mare of high morals. I know you wouldn’t deceive or manipulate Spike into doing your grunt work. But he’s been devoted to you for years, and he never had a single negative thing to say about you. It just seems so unnatural.”

“I shall remind you Twilight, that Spike has always been such a lovely dear, and does whatever he can to help those he cares about. That is why he is certainly more than willing to lend a claw whenever I have a pile-up of commissions, or when I need to finish designing before a deadline. There is nothing unnatural about wanting to do good for others.”

“But why then does Spike still insist on working for you so often, instead of any pony else?”

“Well, I for one, usually make an effort to express my appreciation for Spike. And every time, he seems more than satisfied with what I offer him in return. Honestly Twilight, with how well things have been over the years, I cannot see a problem with our current arrangement.”

“But what about how Spike feels about you, Rarity? Haven’t you ever thought about that?”

“I believe it has been made very clear that Spike and I are close friends.”

Twilight said nothing in response to Rarity’s last remark. She just raised an eyebrow and looked at Rarity with an accusing expression.

“Uh, well, I do suppose Spike might feel a just teensy bit more about me than just a friend. But what about it, Twilight?”

“Rarity, you know how highly Spike thinks of you. I just think that it would be unfair if you were to ever take advantage of his affections. I know you don’t want to hurt him, and you two do have something really nice. I just think that you should be more open with how you feel. He may still be young, but he is far more mature than when you two met. With how long you’ve known Spike, I say you owe it to him to be more transparent with how you feel.”

“How I see it, we have remained close friends ever since you two first moved to Ponyville. Nothing more than that. And as you said Twilight, Spike is more mature now. In the case that Spike does think of me as more than just a friend, it would be up to him to tell me, if he so chooses. If not, then we shall remain as friends for as long as we both wish.”

“Well, I suppose your right about that.”

“But of course, I am Twilight. It is a Stallion’s burden to make his advance on a mare he fancies, and Spike would be no acceptation. Although, I suppose I’ll keep what you said in mind Twilight. Spike can be extremely loyal,” said Rarity. She then looked back at the wall clock in the conference room. “Oh my, speaking of time, I suppose I have taken more than my fair share of yours,” said Rarity as she used her magic to levitate her now empty teacup onto its saucer next to Twilight’s tea kettle.

“I guess you’re right Rarity,” said Twilight. Looking at the clock, Twilight could not help but agree that Rarity had taken just a bit too much of her time. She suddenly thought about her approaching deadlines pertaining to her proposal of her new national laws on employer regulations.

“Farewell Twilight, and thank you again for inviting me,” said Rarity as got up from her seat and left the room.

Twilight decided to leave their conversation at that. She said nothing as she watched Rarity quickly pace out of the near empty conference room. Still, there was something troubling Twilight, beyond her political matters. She thought that maybe they could have a short talk, the next time she saw her number one assistant. Twilight then decided that is in fact exactly what they should do.

Fading Heartache

After a long and casual joy flight through the mountainous regions beyond the outskirts of Ponyville, Spike perched himself atop a tall cliffside. He was still getting accustomed to his still somewhat new wings he had developed, and was learning new aerial maneuvers every new flight. Landing next to the small purple dragon was a grey and white feathered Griffon, carrying two large bags in her talon-like claws. Spike was aware on how dangerous crash landing was. That was why he always preferred to have company whenever flying far from home, whether it be Gabby or some other creature he knew.

Gabby did not know enough to teach Spike about flying. She was not even an exceptional flier herself. Even if she were, she could not teach Spike. The feathered wings of griffons, while similar to those of pegasi, were too different from the scale lined wings of dragons. Instead, Spike required completely different wings motions for aviation. But being the top mail carrier for her home city of Griffonstone and the unofficial ambassador between Griffons and Pony-kind, Gabby was an experienced traveler. She knew how to read the weather, ride air currents, deal with savage or territorial creatures, and avoid the dangerous predators that soared the skies. And like Spike, she too knew the dangers of a nasty areal collision. That was why Gabby also preferred to partner with creatures like Spike on longer flights.

Spike and Gabby had been friends for a while now. The two started as pen pals, writing back and forth to each other every week about what whatever was on their minds. Then Gabby started to take mail routes in Ponyville, and Spike and Gabby began meeting more often after their work. At first, Spike felt it was kind of odd how another creature seemed to admire him so much for his seemingly meager accomplishments and his frivolous titles such as “number one assistant.” But once Spike got to know Gabby and her bubbly, enthusiastic demeanor, he learned that her admiration was the result of how she usually just saw the best in every creature. Gabby herself, however, was just glad to finally meet another creature who was open and compassionate, and not grouchy or ill-tempered like her neighbors from Griffonstone. Once Spike and Gabby got to know each other better, their friendship only grew stronger.

“Those were some strong winds today,” said Gabby, looking over the cliffside.

“Yeah, it was difficult trying to ride the currents. But once we managed to have the wind behind us, it made the rest of the trip way easier,” commented Spike.

“From experience, I say that being able to properly ride the winds makes flight easier than in clear skies.”
“I can second that Gabby. Today’s lesson was very insightful. Honestly, I just wish all our flights together would go as well as this one.”

“Oh, don’t say that. I think our flights together always go well. It’s always a good time when I’m with you Spike,” chimed Gabby. Spike noticed that Gabby seemed flustered after making her last remark, almost as if she had not meant to say it.

“Then I suppose we’ll just have another good time together during our next flight. Well, whenever that will be.”

“Yeah,” said Gabby quietly, looking away. The two then remained silent for a moment.

“Is something troubling you Gabby?,” inquired Spike, as he looked down at the two rather heavy looking travel bags Gabby had flown with her, now resting beside her. “I know that you’ll be leaving Equestria for a while, but I thought you be happy to return to your home city.”

“Well, I guess have some mixed feelings,” admitted Gabby. “I do want to see my home again. But I made so many friends and have made so many great memories in Ponyville. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. Now I have to put all that behind me. With so much demand on the post offices back home, I won’t be able to take routes anywhere in Equestria for the foreseeable future.” Gabby looked back at Spike with an unusually somber expression. “I just don’t want to say goodbye just yet.”

“You’re certainly needed back home Gabby, but that doesn’t mean this has to be goodbye. Not for us at least. I promise to write to you every week, and to keep you informed about your life back in Ponyville. You’ll hardly miss a thing.”

“Do you really mean that Spike?”

“Of course, I mean it Gabby. I wouldn’t have spent the day flying to the edge of Equestria with you if I didn’t.”

“Oh Spike!,” exclaimed Gabby, as she stood on her rear legs and threw her claws around Spike in a hug. She followed up by wrapping her wings around him, tightening her embrace. “You have no idea how much that means to me!,” cried Gabby, as small tears formed under her closed eyelids.

Spike was taken back by all this. He knew Gabby was very expressive, and rather affectionate. But they had never hugged before. Spike’s mind was racing, rapidly trying to decide what action to take next. Not knowing what else to do, Spike carefully moved his arms from under Gabby’s tight grasp, and gently returned the gesture. Completely new feelings washed over Spike, feelings he didn’t even know he had. Even more bewildering to Spike, were all the feelings that Gabby might have had for him. After another long moment, Gabby released Spike.

“I can fly the rest of the way on my own. Thank you so much for everything Spike,” said Gabby, as her tears subsided. “For a happy, not-farewell?,” Gabby asked, holding out a closed claw.

“For a happy, not-farewell,” responded Spike as he made a fist. The two bumped claws. Then Gabby grabbed her bags, and flew off as quickly as she could. Spike watched her for a brief moment before turning and taking off in the opposite direction.

A lot was on Spike’s mind during his flight home. Before today, Spike had not considered, had not even humored the idea, that he and Gabby could be more than friends. Now it was a very pressing possibility. Where this all had come from, and whatever brough Gabby to possibly feel that way towards him, Spike had no idea. The most intense thing they had ever done before today was eat ice cream together. Was Spike truly closer to Gabby, then he thought? And for how long, if at all, did Gabby feel this way towards him? Did she keep those feelings to herself until recently, or had he simply missed the other signs she had given him. Spike’s heart continued to beat harder as he made his way through the skies of Equestria.

This was far from the first time that Spike had felt this kind of heartache. Spike recalled the various other creatures that had caused him such woes. Each time, he was certain that he thought of a creature he knew as something more than just a friend. And each time, he would allow those feelings to slowly fade. Oh, there were many excuses why Spike had chosen to do this again and again. But Spike knew the real reason his feelings would subside.

Whenever Spike would ever think of romance, a particular pony would always force her way into the forefront of his mind. This pony, a white unicorn mare, had always consumed Spike’s fleeting thoughts about matters of the heart. The mare who had more generosity than any other creature he knew by a wide margin. The mare who was as every bit famous, talented, beloved, and compassionate, as she was generous. The mare with a pristine white coat, with a long, gorgeous, well maintained, purple mane. The mare with the deepest blue eyes Spike had ever had the pleasure of gazing into. The mare who was far more beautiful to him than the extent for which his words could describe. The mare who had been there for him more than any other creature throughout his life, save for only Twilight. The mare who had still managed to consume his heart, again, and again, and again. Rarity.

Spike could not deny it to himself. He loved Rarity. He loved her far more than any other creature he knew. He had far more love for Rarity than the awkward, faded affection he had for her younger sister, Sweetie Belle. More than his complex, and intense feelings for his fostered sister, former caretaker, current boss, and best friend, Twilight Sparkle. More than whatever he had with Applejack, way back when his life was indebted to her. More than his respect and admiration for the current Lord of the Dragons, Ember. More than the comfort and almost kinship he felt with his younger dragon friend, Smolder. More than his casual closeness and professional respect for Starlight Glimmer. And now, perhaps, just maybe, Spike still had more love in his heart for Rarity, than even Gabby.

Spike’s heart continued to throb, even after he slowed down his flight. For the very first time, Spike’s love for Rarity was competing for his love for another creature. But why now? What was so different about Gabby? Spike had always looked up to Rarity, and was almost always ready to stop whatever he was doing in help her in any way possible. In return, Rarity would usually take care to express her gratitude, in the form of remarks on his fortitude and selflessness. Sometimes, Rarity even repaid Spike. This was anything from offering him to a leisurely outing after a productive day, to a token gem from the hoards that they would find at the local gem caves, to a storebought gift that she thought to get him with her spare bits. There were also several occasions where Spike had Rarity to thank for bailing him out of so many awful situations, ranging from self struggles, to times when he nearly lost his life. Rarity certainly cared a lot for Spike. And of course, there were the few coveted moments where Rarity had kissed him on the cheek. This included his first kiss. How could Spike ever forget that?
But did she care for him the same way he cared for her? Did Rarity ever love him the same way he had loved her? Did she truly admire him for the dragon for he was, or did Rarity only appreciate the things he did for her? The more Spike thought about these questions, the more he became increasingly unsure of his answers. Afterall, Spike recalled how Rarity had cast him aside in the past. Whenever Rarity had her eyes set on another stallion that she particularly fancied, Spike would be invisible to her. Nothing more than an afterthought. Perhaps this was why Spike felt his once unwavering emotions for Rarity, were finally beginning to falter. Perhaps, Rarity may not ever see him the same way he saw her.

But what about Gabby? How could Gabby, or any creature for that matter, stand to Rarity? In terms of beauty, talents, and accomplishments, the griffon just couldn’t compare. But then why did Gabby’s last words hang so heavy in Spike’s heart? Maybe, despite all her faults and shortcomings, Spike knew that her friend Gabby was genuine. She was one of the only creatures Spike had ever known that looked up to him in admiration, and actively sought his respect. He felt that he and Gabby were rightfully equals, and that their affection for each other was always mutual. Never did Spike feel that their friendship was lopsided, or that he did not deserve Gabby’s friendship. And in the case that Gabby did actually love him, could he really turn her down? Spike’s heart continued to ache.

Spike could not forfeit his pursue of Rarity’s love. Not yet at least. He had spent too much time trying to earn her affection, planning situations to impress her, and even just fanaticizing about her, to just give up on Rarity now. Amidst his thumping heart, Spike’s mind was set. Spike decided that he would continue to pursue Rarity, the mare of his dreams, regardless of what his other friends felt about it. Spike thought that if Gabby loved him, and was truly a worthy friend, then she could respect his decision. Afterall, this was his decision to make, and his alone. If the day ever came when Rarity would admit her love for Spike, Spike knew that he could not refuse her. Not even for the sake of the griffon that was seemingly closer to him than ever.
That is, possible heartbreak. Spike also could not ignore the possibility that he was completely wrong about Gabby. Maybe Gabby did not have any romantic feelings for Spike after all, and that it was all his imagination. It would also be a while until Spike would have the chance to see Gabby again. Who knows what could happen between them until then? Would her suspected love for him die out while away? Were he and Gabby even meant to be?

Spike’s violent heartbeat slowly began to soften as he cleared his thoughts. Spike had already made up his mind. He waited long enough to admit his feelings, and he could not help but feel that his time was running out. He would make the opportunity to properly admit his feelings for Rarity. Whatever she answered, Spike would make the most of it. But how in Equestria was Spike going to create the right opportunity? What could he possibly do that would be befitting for his confession for Rarity?

While thinking that over, Spike then felt a different, yet familiar, uncomfortable tightness in his chest. Spike opened his mouth, and let out a belch, as green flames spewed the air in front of him. A magically transported piece of parchment had manifested from the flames, and fell into Spike’s claws. Spike reviewed the paper. As expected, it was from Twilight. The message written on the parchment was brief and vague. It stated that the author of the message wanted to talk to Spike about something in private when he returned. Whatever Twilight wanted to talk to Spike about however, remained a mystery to him. Spike continued on flying until he returned to Canterlot Castle.

Odd Request

Spike was up and about in the workroom of the upper level Rarity’s estate, the Carousel Boutique. In the middle of the room was Rarity, working on one of her well used sowing machines. Spike just finished folding another shirt around a piece of cardboard, and was carefully sliding the pins onto it so that the article was fastened in place. Once complete, he placed the folded shirt into the stack of other shirts that were identical as the one Spike just finished folding. There were other similar piles of similarly designed shirts of different size and color.

“Spike, can you pass me another spool of this thread. There should be more where you got it,” asked Rarity, levitating a short piece of the thin thread with her magic. Spike grasped it in his claws.

“I’m on it,” responded Spike before walking over to the various shelves that housed Rarity’s numerous sets of threads. Being somewhat familiar with Rarity’s well organized clutter of materials, he quickly found the set of threads with the same diameter as the thread he was holding. After eyeing through the column of green colored thread, he found a large spool of the particular dark green color that perfectly matched the color of the piece he was holding. The last spool of its kind too. Spike remerged to the center of the workroom, holding the particularly heavy spool in both his claws.

“This is the last one Rarity.”

“Just in time. And that will be fine dear, I only plan to make five more of this color,” said Rarity, without turning around. Spike felt the spool lift from his claws as Rarity used her magic to levitate it into the air, and landed it besides the table she worked at. With that taken care of, Spike resumed his process of quality checking and then folding the last of the shirts that Rarity had finished making. Spike sat idly for a few moments once he finished.

“Spike, if you don’t mind, I would appreciate it if you were to take inventory on the fabrics and threads I have here, and make a list of everything we are either low on, or out of,” requested Rarity.

“Sure, thing Rarity,” Spike answered.

“Oh, but before you do that, would you please open the blinds some more. I would prefer some more light.”

“Got it”

The early afternoon went on as it often did when Spike offered to help Rarity in her workshop. While Rarity was busy focusing on stitching the section of whatever article she was currently working on, she would call out simple tasks for Spike to do for her convenience. Sometimes, Spike would intuitively predict what Rarity would request, and would preemptively take action before she even asked. While it was tedious, Spike could not complain. For him, working with Rarity was neither tiring nor unpleasant. Getting to spend this much time with Rarity was more than worth the effort. And while Rarity knew that Spike could be hoof-full, she could not deny how much more productive she was with Spike at her aid. It was no wonder Twilight depended on him so often. After a few hours since Spike’s arrival, Rarity powered down her sowing machine, and removed the newly finished dress from it.

“I’d say that was more than enough progress for now” said Rarity, looking satisfied with the tall pile of folded shirts and pants sitting beside a rack of freshly finished summer dresses. As on cue, Spike asked the same question he always asked.

“Is there anything else I can do for you today Rarity?”

“No, that will be all Spike.”

“Oh, Rarity, I just remembered,” Spike exclaimed as he turned to grab a piece of paper he left on the floor. “I had an idea during some downtime. I notice that the biggest struggle you seem to have with your work is coming up with new creative ideas for the clothing themes you are working with. After spending time watching you work and looking at your various designs over the years, I came up with one on my own,” said Spike, holding up the paper. Drawn on it was a crude sketch of a shirt with a simple pattern around the collar and hem. “I know that this concept is kind of basic compared to your more extravagant designs, but I have never seen you make anything like this before. I have a feeling that you could use it in the future, the next time your run out of ideas.”

“Oh, Spike, your concept does look fine,” said Rarity hesitantly. “I can certainly add this the list of ideas that I have been meaning to show my consultants. I’ll see if they could do something with this,” said Rarity, as she used her magic to levitate the sketch Spike had given her on top of a tall stack of paper already on her desk. “But I don’t want you to stress yourself with trying to give me inspiration.”

“I understand Rarity. You hold your own designs to a very high standard. That is why is seldom take advice or inspiration from any-pony else. You only trust the quality of your own work.”

“No Spike, that’s not it at all. There are only so many good original ideas that any pony can come up with on their own. I hire other designers and consultants for this reason. They give me ideas while keeping me informed of what currently is in and out of style. That’s why I am never out of work. With other ponies offering me so many great designs, I always have a que of new pieces that I want to make.”

“I guess that makes sense.”
“And on another matter, you already do so much for me already Spike. You get more work done for me than some of my employees, and you never complain, or ask for pay. And while I would love to hire you full-time, I know you’re more than busy enough being Twilight’s number one assistant, now that she is Princess. So please Spike, don’t feel that you need to come up with designs for me. Honestly, I feel it would be wrong of me to make you do more than you do already.”

“Well, if you say so Rarity. Still, no matter what, it’s always an honor to assist you.”

“You’re too kind Spike.”

“Thank you Rarity,” said Spike as he put a hand behind his head, looking away sheepishly.

“Say, Spike, there is something I wanted to ask you.”

“Sure, what is it Rarity?”

“For as long as I have known you, you always seemed to enjoy helping others. I’d say that it’s rather admirable of you to selflessly offer your time and effort so often towards those that you care about. But why do you feel so inclined to come here every week and assist me in particular? I mean, you don’t help Applejack with her field work, or aid Flutter Shy in managing her animal sanctuary, nearly as often as you volunteer here for me. You never did seem to care much for tailoring or fashion after all. So, tell Spike, why exactly do you fancy coming here to my abode instead of anywhere else?”

Rarity already knew the answer to her question. She already knew exactly why Spike always showed up to her door. She knew how Spike felt about her for years, and how just blaringly obvious his feelings were, despite his efforts to be subtle. Still, Rarity wanted to humor herself, and to hear what Spike had to say.

“I suppose you’re right,” admitted Spike. “I do like to help out a lot. Helping others with their problems is what makes me feel special, and reminds me how much I mean to others. But that’s not everything. I always felt different when working besides you Rarity. You’re compassionate, caring, and easily the most generous gift giver I know. I guess I am always fine with helping you with your work so often, because I just like being with you. And I still feel that way now. Getting to see your beautiful smile is always more than worth it for me at the end of a rough day. And … if you also like having me around, … I would love to continue to work for you.”
“How very kind of you Spike. Perhaps you are more of a gentle drake than I initially took you for,” Rarity responded, following with a playful bat of her eyelashes. Rarity could see the pink blush on Spike’s scales darken to a red color. She still had that special effect on him.

Rarity had come to expect Spike’s frequent compliments, to the point where she often dismissed them as pointless flattery. But every so often, Rarity would indulge herself in Spike’s praise. It was more therapeutic than anything else. It was moments like these when Rarity could shed all her insecurities and any self-doubt, and feel like the fine, and extravagant fashionista that she knew was. It also felt great to have a loyal little dragon, practically wrapped around her hoof.
Still, Rarity could not help but feel a bit uneasy between herself and Spike. The conclusion of her last conversation with Twilight over tea, was now echoing in the forefront of her mind. Spike was a good friend to Rarity. He meant far more to her than just some tool to be used for her benefit. And Spike certainly deserved better than to have his feelings exploited for selfish gain. Wiling volunteer or not, that was no way to treat someone so close to her.

“Spike, for all you have done for me today, perhaps there is something I can do in return your generosity,” said Rarity with a genuine smile. “Just name anything you want from me. If it’s within reason, you can have it. It would be the least I could do.”

Spike paused for a moment, before answering. He took an uncharacteristically long time thinking about his next words. “Actually Rarity, I do have a request in mind,” said Spike meekly, while holding one of his elbows. “There has been something I have been meaning to ask from you for a long time.”

“Oh, do tell,” prompted Rarity.

Spike immediately stood up as tall and straight as his still small physique could muster. He lifted his shoulders, stiffened his chest, and tightened his little muscles. “Rarity, tomorrow, at lunchtime, would you like to go on a da-, ah, I mean, picnic?!,” Spike stammered. “Would you like to go on a picnic with me, tomorrow, at lunchtime?,” asked Spike, quickly correcting himself.

Spike’s intentions could not have been more transparent, even without his verbal mishap. Rarity turned her head sideways. “Why, Spike, how… unexpected of you,” she commented.
After all this time, Spike was making his first advance. Rarity pondered the circumstances. It was certainly an odd situation she found herself in. Would she, Rarity, actually accept Spike’s offer? Would she compromise her personal standards? Would she give up her search for finding her ideal stallion, in exchange for a dragon like Spike? And would she really risk allowing others to witness her in public, and to allow them to assume that she would date the young dragon before her? Rarity immediately came to a decision on that matter.
But what was she going to say to Spike? She could just decline his offer, tell him how she felt outright, and end it there. But doing so would, without a doubt, break his fragile little heart. Rarity was unsure if she could bring herself to do such a thing. Perhaps she could just lie, and just say she was busy all of tomorrow, and that she did not have the time to fulfill Spike’s request. But Spike might see right through such a direct, and spontaneous lie. If he did, it would be no better than had she just blurted out the truth. In fact, lying to his face like that would probably be even worse.
Spike’s request was certainly fair and reasonable. He had chosen to spend most of his day with Rarity, for her benefit. When she prompted for what Spike wanted in return, all he asked in was for her to go with him on a picnic. But that was all the offer was. It was just a picnic. It would just be a simple meal between two friends as payment for Spike’s generosity. It would be a regular outing, regardless of Spike’s underlying motives or emotions. Nothing more, nothing less.

“A picnic with such a dear friend. Why, that sounds absolutely lovely Spike. What exactly did you have in mind?,” asked Rarity, offering her most convincing smile.

The pupils of Spike’s eyes immediately widened, and an elated grin formed across his face. Rarity witnessed cartoon images of red and pink colored hearts popping in and out of existence in the space around Spike’s head. “AMAZING!,” Spike exclaimed. “I know of a great spot West of Ponyville. I’ll come by, and we can head out at noon tomorrow. I’ll be sure to bring everything.”

“Oh, Spike, don’t feel that you need to do that. I can certainly bring a few dishes of my own.”

“Sure, feel free bring whatever you want Rarity. But I promise you that I will bring nothing but the best that I can offer. This is going to be great!,” said Spike once more, just getting over his initial high of excitement.

“Well, I suppose it might,” said Rarity, while looking away hesitantly.

“Okay then Rarity, I will get things ready for tomorrow, and then drop by here at noon. See you then!,” said Spike, still unable to suppress his enthusiasm. Spike then quickly went down the stairs, and left the Carousel Boutique in hurry.

Now alone, Rarity let out an exhausted sigh. “He’s certainly the hoof-full,” groaned Rarity, before planting her muzzle into her desk.

Once Spike had briskly paced out of sight from Rarity’s home, he opened his wings and began to fly towards Canterlot castle in record time. Upon his arrival, he burst open the large wooden doors, and rushed his way up to the throne room. As expected, Twilight was sitting on her throne, with stacks of paper laid out on a portable desk in front of her.

“Spike where were you all that time?,” Twilight inquired impatiently.

“I was with Rarity, helping her catch up on some of her orders. And on a completely separate topic, can I take tomorrow off?”

An Unpleasant Trip

Rarity looked away from the two pieces of fabric she was threading together, and up at the mechanical clock she had atop the vanity in her workshop. It was nearly noon. Of course, she had not forgotten what she had agreed to just yesterday. Rarity already had the rest of her day planned around her little outing. She laid down the fabric and needles that she was kinetically holding up with her magic, and walked over to one of her many wardrobes. It was already very late into the spring season, and the weather that day was bright and sunny. She searched several minutes for something that was both suitable for the weather, and was appropriately respectable for her expected company. After just a moment, Rarity found a yellow, wide brimmed hat, with fake flowers sewn into it. It was one of her personally coveted hats that she had made for herself, long ago. After placing it on her head, she turned towards her casual saddle bags that hung on their place on one of her many racks. Rarity lifted the bags rack with her magic, and placed them over her back. After taking a long look at herself from one of her full length mirrors, Rarity determined that she was ready.

The second, minute, and hour hands of Rarity’s clock aligned together on the tick marked with a twelve. Not even another second later, Rarity heard a loud knocking at her front door. She made her way down her stairs, and stopped by her kitchen. In there, she opened the door of her fridge and levitated three foil wrapped trays from it. Then she made her way to her front door and opened it.

As expected, Spike was anxiously waiting on the other side. He was carrying a very large wicker basket with both claws, with a red and white checkered blanket over it. What was unexpected however, was the collared, button down, cyan blue shirt that he was wearing. Rarity could have sworn she had seen it before. After staring at it, she recognized it. It was a designer shirt that Spike had purchased from her several months ago. The shirt was meant to loosely fit over the forelegs of a colt or small Stallion. Instead, the cyan shirt awkwardly covered the shoulders of the small dragon, being a bit too loose in most places while a bit tight in others. Two slits were cut on the back to allow Spike’s wings to go through the back. Looking closer, Rarity spotted several small pins holding the cloth together at the folds, such that the article sort of fitted around Spike’s body.

“Why Spike, you look… certainly exceptional today,” greeted Rarity, hesitantly. “I certainly was not expecting you to wear that shirt you bought from me all that time ago. I assumed that you were buying it as a gift for some-pony else.” It took every bit of Rarity’s restraint to keep her polite smile, and to not scoff in disgust at the clear mistreatment of one of her fine creations. Without saying anything else about the matter, she decided to let it go. Afterall, the item was for sale, and that Spike had paid for it with his own bits. Whatever he did with it was his choice. And at the very least, it did seem that Spike had genuinely attempted to look presentable in clothing that was not meant for his anatomy.

“Ah, you remembered. I honestly had no idea what else to wear for the occasion. And I must say, you are looking as beautiful as ever Rarity,” responded Spike.

“Thank you,” said Rarity dismissively. “As for our meal, I brought a leafy salad topped with daisies and oat sandwiches for both of us, and some crushed quartz topped with seasoning for you Spike,” said Rarity, as she levitated the three trays between them. “I’m not sure what you like to eat besides gemstones, so I hope this is alright.”

“Sounds delicious Rarity,” answered Spike.

“Good to hear. Now, do you know where we’re going?”

“Yes, I already found a nice, quiet place with a real pretty view not too long ago. Just follow me,” said Spike. He lifted the large basket up, and rested the bottom of it on his head while supporting it with his arms. He turned and began to take a few steps before stopping abruptly.

“Gee, how rude of me,” said Spike, as he turned around back towards Rarity. “Allow me to carry that for you,” offered Spike, as he looked up at the three trays that Rarity was still holding in the air with her magic.

“Why thank you,” said Rarity, as she lowered them in front of Spike. Spike took the basket off his head, opened it from the top, grabbed each of the trays one at a time, and quickly placed them inside the seemingly already stuffed container. Then Spike forcefully closed the wicker basket, and heaved it over his head again. Rarity could tell from Spike’s motions that the contents of the basket he was supporting was rather heavy.

“Do you want any help with that Spike?,” offered Rarity.

“Nope, I’m good,” answered Spike with a grunt. “Allow me to show you the way.”

Rarity followed Spike’s venture through town. The well-worn suburban streets of Ponyville abruptly ended as the two reached the Western edge of town. They continued along a dirt road, through the vast, uninhabited meadows of Ponyville’s outskirts. Along the road, Spike abruptly stopped, turned off the dirt path, and began walking over the grassy plains. Rarity followed closely behind.

“This sure seems like a good spot, Spike?” asked Rarity.

“Oh no, the location I had in mind is still a ways ahead of us. We’ll get there soon enough though,” assured Spike.

“Well, if you say so,” said Rarity, who felt that she had walked far enough already.

Spike joyfully marched onward with Rarity trailing along. As they continued, Rarity noticed that they had started following a very thin pathway of freshly trimmed grass. Going further and further, the surrounding vegetation was getting taller and taller, eventually becoming too tall to look over. Soon, the two were completely surrounded by high wild growth. There, the air was filled with the buzzing from the various insects and other critters that were certainly crawling around within the surrounding plant life. Rarity tried to no wince in disgust. Spike casually pushed aside various stems and grass blades that obstructed their way, clearing the path behind him. Rarity tried very carefully not to accidently press up against the vegetation, for fear of some bug from within it would come out and latch onto her. After clearing some distance, the tall grass around them began to rapidly decrease in height, and Rarity began to get a better look at their surroundings. Soon enough, the surrounding grass was now short enough to comfortably walk over again, and the makeshift path Spike had led them through had gradually transitioned back into open fields. Just further ahead, the vast meadow abruptly stopped, as Spike and Rarity were met with a solid tree line.

“Well, this has certainly been an excursion,” stated Rarity.

“I suppose it has,” answered Spike. “But we’re not there yet.”

“What?,” said, Rarity flatly.

“The place is on the other side of this small patch of forest. There’s a trail that goes right through just this way,” claimed Spike, gesturing with one arm.

“Spike, I’m not so sure this is a good idea,” objected Rarity.

“Of course, it is. I am certain that these woods are publicly owned land, and that they should be safe to cross.”

“I am not worried about that. Haven’t we gone far enough already?”

“Nah, don’t worry about me Rarity, this is nothing,” said Spike confidently, casually waving his claw. “That is, unless you would prefer to take the scenic way around the forest instead.”

“No, that’s quite all right Spike. Please continue leading the way,” said Rarity hastily, not wanting to even think of any alternative path that Spike had in mind.

After venturing onward, the two entered the forest path that Spike had mentioned. At the very least, the treetops overhead offered plenty of shade from the harsh, midday sunlight. While wandering through some obscure woodland trail was far from what Rarity had wanted to do that day, it did offer a peaceful change of scenery. Small chipmunks darted up and down the trees, and various different species of small birds cooed high atop the tree branches. Her friend Flutter Shy would have loved visiting this place. Rarity, however, was not so enthusiastic. Every few steps, Rarity would bump one of her hooves into a rock or a solid tree root, with each bump only vexing her further. In front of her, Spike happily marched on, not the least bit phased from such obstructions. The flat path eventually began to rise and dip, as they forest trail continued into more hilly terrain. Eventually, Rarity saw sunlight peer through a wide opening in the trees. She rushed towards the opening, quickly catching up with Spike.

Upon exiting the forest, Rarity immediately took a deep breath of the fresh open air, getting the various scents of the forest out of her nose. The forest path had led to a grassy hillside. Looking around, Rarity saw the other vast hills in valley surrounding her.

“We’re almost at the spot Rarity. Just over this hill and up that mountain path in the distance,” chimed Spike as he marched on up the hillside.

“ALL THE WAY UP THERE?!,” Rarity reactively shrieked, as she peered up towards the large and intimidating pinnacle, high in the sky before her.

“Yep, just this way. I’m sure glad you’re excited as I am Rarity,” said Spike, oblivious to Rarity’s dread. “I promise, the view from this place is going to be utterly breath taking.”

“Well, I sure hope so,” Rarity pouted, as she continued to follow Spike.
Rarity’s body reminded her that she was not conditioned for long walks, or any kind of physically vigorous activity. Her knees and ankles began to throb, and she was having an ever increasingly difficult time breathing. Maintaining a walking pace while going up at such a steep incline was certainly not easy. Now with no shade from the sun aside from the hat on her head, Rarity began to really feel the sun’s heat. Tiny beads of gross, vile, sweat began forming under her mane.
The soft, grassy dirt on the hillside gradually transited to courser, rockier terrain. The angle of the upward incline only got sharper the higher up they traveled. With the slope now too steep to traverse head on, Spike began leading Rarity up a safer, winding path over the mountain’s surface. At this point, Spike had begun whistling a simple tune in rhythm with his footsteps, complimenting his still bouncy and vigorous movements.

Then Spike’s footsteps suddenly quickened, and he began trotting up the peak at a faster pace. Not wanting to fall further behind, Rarity ran after him to catch up. After only a few seconds, she suddenly felt a very uncomfortable cramp in her torso, and immediately slowed down again. Spike disappeared as he turned around the bend of the mountain’s surface.

“I have had enough!,” Rarity cried out. “You are being very inconsiderate right now Spike, leading me all this way, to who-knows-where, all for this view you keep speaking of!” Rarity stamped her hoof down. “I am not taking another step, until you tell me what’s so gosh darn important about this place!”

“Rarity, we’re right there! I see the top! We made it!,” yelled Spike from a short distance away. “Just look at those clouds! Rarity come on, you’re missing out, the view today is amazing,” pleaded Spike.

“UHHH!,” Rarity angrily grunted, before continuing back to a brisk walking speed. After another moment, she spotted Spike waiting for her above at the top of the mountain. After one last stretch, Rarity stepped up onto the small, flat mountain peak.

“Spike, there better be a very good reason for you to have dragged…,” Rarity said angrily, before immediately falling silent. Rarity gazed all around at all that there was to be seen around her, her pupils slowly dilating. It was now abundantly clear to her why Spike had insisted on this location in particular for their picnic.

A Pleasant Day

Rarity continued to observe the view before her. The tops of the buildings of Ponyville to the Southwest were visible in the horizon. On the opposite side of the horizon were and the city walls of Canterlot to the Northeast. The tree lines of the Everfree Forest were visible all the way in the South. Surrounding the tallest spot in the valley, were all the lower peaks and hill tops. In the skies directly above were large, white, fluffy clouds, pushed along the sky on a comfortably cool and refreshing breeze. In all her years, Rarity had not seen any sight quite like the one before her. The scene seemed fantastical to her, almost as if it were taken from a majestic painting. Beneath Rarity’s hooves was a small patch of dark green grass, atop a soft layer of topsoil that clung atop the mountain’s peak. Complimenting the blades of grass in the dirt were the light violet flower pedals of wild lilacs. Rarity could certainly see that it was a nice spot. Perhaps it was almost worth the walk from her home that had taken over an hour. Looking around at the scenery again and taking it in once more, the atmosphere sort of felt comfortable to Rarity, possibly even romantic.

Spike squatted down, carefully placed the heavy basket down on the grass, and let a loud sight of relief. His back and neck loudly cracked as he stretched and decompressed his entire spine. Then Spike unfolded the red and white checkered blanket, placing it down at the very center of the space.

“Allow me,” offered Rarity, as she eyed up the large basket Spike had placed down. She used her magic to telekinetically lift it off the ground, but the basket instead stayed in place. Rarity tried applying more magic, but the stubborn object did not budge. Trying once more, Rarity exerted her magic strength to nearly full force, and managed to lift the densely packed container just barely off the grass. With great care, she slowly moved it towards her on the blanket, and placed it down.

“My, that is heavy,” commented Rarity. “Spike, how in Equestria did you carry this thing all the way up here? You must be exhausted.”

“Nah, it was nothing. I’ve carried more than this many times before, such as when I go with you to shop for clothing materials,” boasted Spike. “Although, I will admit, the walk took longer than I expected. I guess I got so used to flying everywhere, that I forgot how long it takes to walk to places.”

“Well, I for one must agree with the notion that little expedition of yours was certainly a long walk,” said Rarity, as politely as possible.

“Well, it’s not very often that I have the chance to get out and go to places like these. Whenever I do, I might as well make the most of it. And since you were coming long, I thought I’d make it special.”

“I suppose I see your reasoning. Still, you didn’t need to take us all the way out here. The fields back home would have done just fine,” voiced Rarity, as she lowered her body to allow her saddle bags to slide off her back. Placing them aside, she laid down on the edge of the picknick blanket. “But now that we’ve settled down, would you mind getting us started.”

“Ah yes, I was just about to do so Rarity,” said Spike as he opened the lid of the basket. He first grabbed the three small trays that Rarity had given him, and placed them down. Then Spike took out several plates, glasses, and two placemats with sets of silverware that he had taken from the kitchens of Canterlot Castle. After that, he began to take out numerous trays and containers of food, along with a tall glass pitcher of water. Finally, Spike took out a small vase, and placed it atop the basket between them. Rarity was both impressed and mystified with just how much stuff Spike had managed to fit into such a compact space.

“I was goanna bring a table, some chairs, and some candles, but I felt that they might have been too excessive. That, and I would have needed to bring them up in a separate trip.”

“That’s certainly all right Spike. I was just expecting a modest lunch, nothing more.”

Rarity’s attention turned to the small vase that sat between her and Spike. It was plain looking and oddly shaped. It seemed to be some sort of strange decoration.

“Then is there anything I could start you with first Rarity?,” asked Spike as he placed a plate down in front of her.

“I could certainly use a glass of cold water right now. I am utterly parched.”

Spike poured two glasses of slightly cooled water, which had warmed significantly during its trip, and passed one of the glasses to Rarity. “I could certainly use some water right now too,” said Spike, picking up the other glass. “Is there anything you would like to try first,” asked Spike, gesturing to the assortment of dishes that he had packed and now had spread out.

Rarity took a sip of her water. “Oh, Spike, you made so much,” said Rarity, glossing over the considerable assortment. “Where did you learn to make all these different dishes?”

“I got some practice making Twilight’s meals over the years, and I had a lot of ideas. I didn’t know what you wanted, so I just made a bunch of dishes that I usually make for Twilight. This way, you can choose from whatever you prefer, and I can just pack the rest for later. For today, I brought a wildflower and spinach salad, seasoned radishes, wheat meal, barley stew, omelets, banana bread, some oat sandwiches of my own…”

“An omelet sounds lovely right now,” said Rarity.

“Certainly,” answered Spike, as he lifted one of the ceramic containers, along with a large serving fork, and placed a sizeable omelet onto Rarity’s plate.

Rarity used her magic to lift her fork and knife from her placemat, cut a piece of her omelet, and took the first bite. She tasted a balanced, and properly seasoned omelet. It was completely standard and ordinary, and otherwise unnoteworthy. Across from her, Spike had put most of the small oat sandwiches that she made onto his own plate, and quicky scarfed one down. After remembering his manners, Spike waited a moment before he reached for another one of the sandwiches, and then began to slowly eat it in small, slow bites.

“Gee, I hardly eaten since yesterday. These are delicious Rarity!”

“It’s a simple dish that I make for myself for lunch from time to time. I’m glad you like them.”

“You have good culinary skills. Is there any artform that you haven’t mastered yet, Rarity?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say I have mastery in the culinary arts, I just try to have refined tastes,” Rarity responded. “And while I do appreciate you saying such nice things, excessive flattery can come off as indecent or impersonal. Not that I particularly mind Spike, I just thought I should let you know for your own sake,” explained Rarity.

“I think I understand Rarity,” said Spike, as he slowly dug into the ample pile of food on his plate. After a pause, he looked up at the sky. “These clouds are making some nice shade. I felt that it was getting just a bit too warm earlier. But now, this breezes feels just right.”

“I must concur, what absolutely lovely weather we are having right now,” added Rarity, as she slowly finished her omelet. “I never would have known that a meal atop a mountain top could be so relaxing. But I must ask, however did you find out about this place?”

“Oh, I discovered this place a while back when I went flying w-,” answered Spike, before immediately clenching his jaw. He had found this particular mountain top during one of his flights with his friend Gabby. Even now, Spike remembered the griffon’s smile in vivid detail, and was unable to clear the image from his thoughts. Had things been different, it was entirely possible that he could have taken Gabby on this picnic instead of Rarity. That was an uncomfortable thought.

“Spike are you alright?,” inquired Rarity.

Spike shook his head. “Oh, right, as I was saying… I discovered this place when I was first practicing flying on my own, a long time ago. I needed a convenient place to land, and found this place,” answered Spike, cautious to not mention Gabby’s name. He knew that he could not afford to introduce any further complications.

“Hmmm,” contemplated Rarity. “I always wondered what it would feel like to be able to fly all on my own, without any other creature’s assistance.”

“Can’t you unicorns lift yourself into the air with your magic? I think Twilight did that once before former Princess Celestia made her an alicorn.”

“Oh, that is something that’s very difficult to do. If I were to try it, I would not be able to float very fast, or keep myself up for very long. It would hardly be the same as flying. No, I am curious to know what it’s like to truly fly like a pegasi, or in your case, as a dragon. What do you see, what do you feel, and how do you manage moving at such high speeds and altitudes?”

“I admit, I don’t have the words to describe all that. It’s one of those things that you just have to experience to understand for yourself. Although, once you mastered it, flying really isn’t that special. Maybe someday, and somehow, you can experience what it’s like to fly on your own too.”

“That’s certainly some optimistic thinking.”

“Oh, I just got a great idea!,” exclaimed Spike. “Perhaps Twilight or some-creature else could use a spell that temporarily grants you wings. Then we could fly around together. I’ve seen Discord do something similar where he would summon various kinds of animal wings onto younger unicorns and earth ponies, and watch them take to the skies.”

“Well, that certainty sounds fun and all, but also a tad impractical. Even if proper flight were easy and did not require extensive practice, I imagine it would be rather burdensome to ask Twilight, or, heavens forbid, Discord, to grant me wings. Although, I do admit, the idea does seem spectacular.”

“I agree. Imagine if Twilight had the power to make you an alicorn. You would have your own permanent set of wings. That would sure be something, wouldn’t it.”

“Even if Twilight did have that power, surely it would be irresponsible of her to ascend any pony she pleases to the status of an alicorn.”

Spike though about what Rarity said and took a long look at her. “I can certainly picture you as an alicorn Rarity.”

“You can?,” said Rarity inquisitively.

“Yeah. You would have majestic wings with long white feathers. But besides that, and maybe having a taller frame, I say that you almost look like an Alicorn already, Rarity. With your long, neat mane, your fine white hair, your clean hooves, and your deep blue eyes, you’re already the very image of equestrian royalty. In fact, I’d dare say that as an alicorn, you’d look finer than even Celestia herself.”

A pink blush temporally formed over Rarity’s face. “Spike, I already told you that you shouldn’t flatter me like that,” said Rarity, lowering the brim of her hat and moving her hoof in front of her mouth in an attempt to obscure her smile. This wasn’t the first time Rarity fantasized about herself as a princess, and it certainly wasn’t an unpleasant concept. Spike certainty agreed with her on that.

“Whoops, sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize Spike. Just try to remember that for later.”

“Will do,” answered Spike. He then looked down at Rarity’s almost empty plate.

“Is there anything else you would like?”

Final Offer

The afternoon went on as one would expect. Rarity and Spike continued conversing as they slowly ate. They conversation ranged from oil paintings, to flower varieties, to stone architecture, to hoof-ball. While Rarity had enjoyed the few dishes that she tried, she only served herself meager amounts of each. It was a practice of hers that she had made a firm habit of in her earlier years. One of the last things Rarity would ever want to be seen doing in public, was ungraciously gorging an excessive amount of food. Spike, however, did not have any such concerns. While he showed his best etiquette, Spike consumed nearly his full body’s weight worth in one sitting, which, despite his small physique, was still an exceptional amount. After all that, there was still plenty of food left. Some of the dishes Spike made were still completely untouched.

Now satisfied with her meal, Rarity stood up, wiper her mouth one last time, stepped away from her place mat, and used her magic to teleport one her favorite lounging sofas from her home. In just a second, the piece of furniture materialized in front of her on the mountain top. She had learned the teleportation spell from the Great and Powerful Trixie herself, who had learned it from Starlight Glimmer. While convenient, it was a very difficult spell that required a deep focus and tons of magic. Now thoroughly exhausted, Rarity lied down onto the comfortable piece of furniture. Spike, feeling rather sluggish himself, lied down onto the grass on his backside.

“That was certainly a fine lunch, wasn’t it Spike,” mentioned Rarity.

“Yeah, I should do this again sometimes.”

“If you do, I suggest making less food and avoid climbing over mountaintops.”

“Got it.”

After that exchange, the two of them said nothing as they continued to look out into the cloud filled skies in a silent peace. They stayed that way for another long while, neither one having a reason or desire to do or say anything else. Soon enough, the signs of late noon were becoming visible. The sun was slowly guided along a downward path towards the horizon. Thinking about the rest of her day, Rarity admitted to herself that she had not planned to have spent so much of her day with Spike. There would still be plenty of work waiting for her for later today and then even more tomorrow. And that didn’t even account for the time the return trip would take. Rarity internally groaned at the idea of walking back to Ponyville. She could use the teleportation spell to return to her abode directly, but teleporting oneself far distances was far more difficult and riskier than teleporting rigid objects. Walking was still the preferable choice. There were still several more hours of daylight remaining to do so. With that in mind, Rarity was about ready to mention how late it was getting.

“It’s getting kind of late Rarity,” mentioned Spike, breaking the silence, almost as if he had just read Rarity’s mind. “I suppose we should think about heading back soon.”

“I completely agree. I have other plans for today, and they won’t get accomplished loaving around here.” Rarity made a small effort to move but then immediately decided that she just lay in place on her sofa instead. “Shall we leave in a few more minutes?,” suggested Rarity.

“Sure,” said Spike, as he rolled off his back and onto his frontside.

Spike got up onto his feet and began to gather the used plates, glassware, and utensils. With several small motions, Rarity slid off her sofa and stood on all four hooves. She put on her saddle bags, adjusted her hat, and used her teleportation spell to return the furniture she summoned, back to her home. With any luck, the sofa ended up on somewhere on her property. As she did that, Spike was just finishing gathering everything he had brought with them. “Do you want to take anything with you Rarity,” asked Spike, eyeing her saddle bags.

“No, that’s quite alright Spike.”

“Alright then,” said Spike, as he folded the red and white checkered blanket. Another minute later, Spike finished packing everything inside the large wicker basket. Everything, except for that small, oddly shaped vase that Spike had left out.

“Everything accounted for?,” asked Rarity, ogling the bizarre decoration again.

“Actually…no…,” Spike said hesitantly. “There’s still something I wanted to give you… before we leave.” Spike turned and grabbed the vase that he deliberately had not yet packed. Spike closed his eyes for a moment before letting out a deep breath. Spike was now as ready as he possibly could be, for what he was about to do. He had carefully considered every rational consequence for the action he planned to take. No matter what outcome became reality, Spike was confident that he was ready for anything.

Grabbing the vase in one hand, Spike inverted it. He then struck its base with his claw. From the motion, a particularly large, precisely cut, and well-polished, turquoise sapphire dropped out of the vase, and onto other Spike’s hand. Having served its purpose, Spike placed the empty vase back into the basket, before turning back to face Rarity.

“Rarity, you and I both have come across numerous different gemstones in the past. While I usually eat most gems I can get ahold of, some are far too valuable to lose. This one is particularly special to me. I coveted it for years as one of my finest possessions. But now, after today, I have decided that I want to give this back to you. Rarity, will you accept this token of my appreciation for you?”

Rarity paused for a moment, admittedly a bit mystified by the sudden offer. Rarity walked up to Spike and extended her foreleg. “How thoughtful… of you Spike,” said Rarity inquisitively. “This is rather… unexpected, but… I guess I can accept your gift.”

A wide smile formed across Spike’s face as he placed the Sapphire on Rarity’s hoof. She eyed the shiny rock, trying to see if there was some hidden meaning to it. It was certainly a large specimen, clean, and well cut too. This specimen would certainly have a considerable market value. But Rarity knew that they both owned other gemstones that were far more valuable than this one. And yet, Spike claimed that this one was one of his most coveted possessions. Rarity thought that perhaps that there had been some sentimental value to the Saphire. Rarity then carefully reconsidered what Spike had just said to her.

“Spike, what exactly do you mean by ‘give this back to you’? Did this once belong to me?”

“Yes, it did.”

Rarity lifted the rock into the air with her magic, and gazed into its polyhedral surfaces. She apparently once owned it before. She must have given it away or left it behind at some point. Rarity held the gemstone closer to her face, close enough to see her reflection in each of its faces amongst the late afternoon sun. Suddenly, Rarity recalled where it was from.

Years ago, not long after she first met Spike, was one of their first times gem hunting together. Rarity and Spike had started their day, scavenging for precious minerals around the local gem caves. Rarity would use her magic to locate gems, and Spike would be dig up and carry anything of value. As a token of gratitude for helping her, Rarity gave Spike the largest Sapphire from her haul.

Immediately after that exchange was the whole fiasco with her getting abducted and forced into servitude by the Diamond Dogs, and Spike rallying together all of their friends to form a search party to go rescue her. After that whole ordeal, Rarity never bothered to ever think back about her incident with the Diamond Dogs. And never had she even considered the possibility of ever seeing that Saphire again. It was just a casual gesture. But what Spike had received that day was far more than a large gemstone. It was a token of gratitude from the finest mare that he knew, and one of the finest gifts he had ever received. And now Spike was returning it to her.

Rarity’s realization of what she just received was vividly expressed through the astonishment on her face. Spike’s smile spread wider. Imaginary stars formed within his dilated pupils.

“I’m glad you remembered Rarity,” said Spike eagerly.

“Spike… how utterly selfless of you. I had no idea that this Saphire meant so much to you. I’m sorry, but I can’t possibly accept this. It would be wrong of me to take back something like that. It wouldn’t be right of me to do that to such a dear friend.”

“Rarity, you’re the own who made that Saphire special to me. Without you, it’s just a shiny rock. That’s why I want you to have it. It’s far more valuable to me in your hooves than it is in my claws.”

Rarity gazed into the Sapphire again, and bunch of miniature reflections of her troubled expressions now stared back at her. “Spike, I can’t accept this unless I know for certain that this is what you truly want.”

“This is what I want,” said Spike adamantly, standing up straight. “And Rarity, there is something that I need to confess to you.”

Rarity froze, caught off guard. She knew exactly what Spike was going to confess. “Spike, please, you don’t have to do this. What we have already is more than nice enough,” Rarity pleaded.

“Rarity, this is more important than that. I have to tell you this.”

“Spike…”

“I love you Rarity. I know that love at first sight isn’t real, but I am more sure than ever that I love you now. I’d still love you, even if I knew that you will never love me back. No other mare, no other creature, can compare to you in my eyes. How I feel for you simply cannot be expressed through my words. You’re the only one I want to be with. You’re only one I want to go on dates with, get gifts for, and care for each day. So long as you want me around, I never want us to be apart. Rarity, if you would truly have me as your gentle-drake, will you want to be my mare-friend?”

The Sapphire that Rarity was holding in the air with her magic suddenly felt significantly heavier. Staring back at Spike, Rarity noticed that his claws were trembling. The tip of his short tail swayed back and forth. Tiny beads of sweat formed on top of his head. Spike’s green eyes were staring back into her own, complimented by a now crooked smile, and reddened cheeks. Spike’s spontaneous bravado, wherever it had come from, had already begun to falter as he waited for Rarity’s answer.

Now it was time for Rarity to make her choice. She decided that the saying plain truth was simply the best thing that she had to offer. After all the trouble Spike must had gone through for her that day for, the very least she could do was be honest with him. No more lies, and no more deception. Rarity cut her magic, letting the Sapphire fall to the ground, and then let out a brief sigh.

“No Spike, absolutely not. I don’t want a gentle-drake, and I certainly don’t want to be your mare-friend. You don’t have what I desire from a proper stallion, and you never will."

Rarity’s eyes widened, immediately taken back by her own words upon hearing them aloud. Every muscle in Spike’s body reactively slackened, as he looked down at the ground. “I understand how you feel Rarity. I already knew that this could have happened,” mumbled Spike.

“Spike, please, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that,” pleaded Rarity.

Spike’s entire body began trembling. His claws dug into the soil beneath his feet. Spike sniffled, and exhaled with a gasp. “I’ll be okay Rarity, I must be. I knew that this could have happened. And I knew that I had to be ready. I was… I was supposed to be ready… ready for anything…,” said Spike, between taking gasps of air.

“Spike…,” Rarity said softly.

Spike looked up to face Rarity again, failing to keep a neutral face. “Rarity, I must leave now.”

“Wait, Spike, you don’t have to go.”

“Don’t worry about my stuff, I’ll come back for it later. I’m sure that you can find your way back to Ponyville on your own. You don’t need me Rarity. You never needed me.”

Rarity opened her mouth to speak, but was unable to come up with anything to say. Spike quickly turned away again. He walked over to the edge of the mountain peak, spread his wings, crouched, jumped over the edge, and flew off into the cloudy skies as quickly as he could. Rarity stared at Spike as he soared further and further away. Even from such a distance, Rarity saw tiny clear specs which sparkled in the afternoon sky, trail behind Spike as they fell through the air. Rarity grit her teeth as she immediately noticed similar drops of clear liquid form in front of her own eyes. She watched Spike through her blurred vision until he was out of sight.

After a Pleasant Day

With nothing left to do, Rarity headed home. Upon starting to leave, she noticed a shiny surface glint from atop the grass. It was the Sapphire that she dropped. Now it was her Saphire. Rarity lifted it up again with her magic. This time, it felt considerably lighter. Rarity was at a loss for what to do with the thing. It would be utterly wasteful to just to fling it down the mountain and forget about it. Perhaps she could just sell it to her local jeweler at a modest price, and leave it in better hooves. Or maybe she would find another use for it. For now, she placed the rock inside her saddle bag.

Rarity stepped down off the grassy peak, and onto the rocky path that ran down the mountain’s face. One hoof after the other, she slowly descended down the mountain, careful not to slip and send herself tumbling. Going down was significantly easier, and far more pleasant than the climb up. Once Rarity was walking at a good pace, she began trotting in rhythm. The steep path gradually declined as she lowered. Pretty soon, Rarity once again felt grass again beneath her hooves. Now walking along the gentle hillsides, Rarity made her way towards the nearest patch of woods. Upon reaching the opening the forest, Rarity looked over the tree line. The sun was setting faster than she had initially imagined. Still, she knew she should have plenty of time to get to her home before dark.

Rarity continued, making her way through the forest path from before. Walking through the woods felt more natural this time. Having a rough idea of where to expect the tree roots, and how high they typically came up out of the ground, Rarity had an easier time walking over them. Despite the woods the being noticeably darker than earlier in the day, Rarity was able to take notice of things that she had missed the first time. She took in the distinct, sweet musky aroma from the thick layer of discarded tree leaves along the forest floor. Rarity also noticed the even smaller signs of life. She spotted things such as an ugly but harmless looking caterpillar inching its way up a tree trunk, to the small mushrooms that had spread over the surface of a long fallen log. Many of these details were gross to Rarity, while others, such as the mosquitos, were outright irritating. Still, merely observing these things felt pleasant in their own way to Rarity, as she walked through the somber yet tranquil forest. Beyond the natural signs of life were her own traces from earlier that day. At several points along the forest path, there were small stepped-on plants, and several freshly snapped sticks. In a particular stretch where the soil had been exceptionally soft, there was a set of four hoof prints, accompanied by a pair of two small, stubby claw prints alongside them.

Then, in the distance, not far off the trail, Rarity spotted something unnatural on a tree trunk. Moving in and taking a closer look, Rarity saw that some-pony or some other creature, had carved something into the tree bark. The carving crudely resembled that of a heart. Within the heart shaped outline were with two sets of initials etched within in. The wide, shallow grooves indicated that the bark had been carved a very long time ago, and that the tree had made significant progress in healing its exterior. Rarity turned away from the bitterly ironic picture, and continued through the forest.

Soon enough, Rarity was out of the woods, and into wide open fields. The sun was still just above the horizon. While the grass was short along the boundaries, the plant life grew significantly taller deeper into the meadows. Not wanting to risk walking a longer or more unpleasant route, Rarity continued the way she came. As Rarity entered the path between the tall grass, she noticed the still present signs of her first trip, which took the form of pushed aside plant stems, and even the occasional hoof print. Like before, Rarity observed various other bugs that she had not noticed before, whether they be critters that had come out later, or others that Rarity had successfully ignored the first time. The disharmonious chirping of thousands of crickets and other like bugs dominated the noise. While loud, it was still vaguely musical in its own way, and not entirely unpleasant. Deep within the dark grass were the brief, dim, yellow, bioluminescent flashing of numerous lantern flies. Camouflaged within the grass, Rarity spotted a small toad that she had accidentally provoked, hop away into the brush. As Rarity continued, the shorter the surrounding vegetation became, until the pathway gradually formed back into grassy fields. Just ahead was a wide, well used, public dirt road.

Shaking the loose blades of grass that clung to her hooves, Rarity made her way back down the familiar dirt road that led to her hometown. Walking near, and alongside Rarity were various other ponies, most of whom looked like they were walking home after a long day at work. Not far off the road, Rarity saw a small group of younger ponies, gathered around a large blanket. From what she could see, they might have been cleaning up from an evening meal. Rarity turned her head to look the other way, not wanting to even think about such things.

At long last, Rarity had made it to the edge of Ponyville. By now, the sun had set, and the sky was dark. It would not be much longer until she reached her home. Illuminating the busier suburban roads were the lines of lamp posts that ran along both sides of each street. Within the box of each lamp was a magically sourced fire that burned brightly beneath the darkened skies. Rarity walked by Sugar-Cube Corner, a local bakery and ice cream parlor. It was almost an hour until the establishment closed, and there were still several ponies seated outside on the patio. In yet another ironic twist, all of the seated ponies were in parties on two. All of them were sharing some sort of dessert or baked good, and each of them were seemingly enjoying their partner’s company. Rarity just looked away, lowered her head, and then quickly marched on.

The comfort of seeing the Carousel Boutique could not have come soon enough for Rarity. She unlocked her front door, walked through it, and quickly closed it behind her. Rarity spotted one of her sofas on its side, leaning against the wall with its pillows and cushions laying on the floor. Too tired to care, Rarity walked past the misplaced piece of furniture. She decided that she would move it back to its proper place another time. For now, what Rarity knew she needed more than anything else, was a long, warm bath. She could hardly stand another moment thinking about every disgusting little thing that she might have picked up during her walk. Her tired legs throbbed as she climbed up her stairs to the higher level. She entered her room, where she promptly lifted her hat and saddle bag with her magic, and placed them on an empty rack.

Not wasting any more time, Rarity walked into her bathroom, turned on her tub faucet, and let her bathtub fill with warm water. Once half full, she turned off the water, and added some of her bath salts, and bath soap. At long last, Rarity slipped into her tub, and let out a flustered exhale. It had been the first relief she felt since before she had left her home that day. She spent several moments in a still, silent, pacifism, cleaning her mind of all her troubles. Rarity’s relaxed metal state quickly ended once she remembered all of the work she would need to get done that night to stay on schedule. Once she felt that her mane and body and were adequately cleaned, Rarity left the tub, dried herself off with one of her towels, and made her way to her workshop.

Spike sat alone in his chambers, deep within the cellars of Canterlot Castle. Despite officially taking a day off, Twilight still left him a tall pile of paperwork on his desk for him to complete. Hours after he had arrived back at the castle, Spike was stilling working at his dim, candle lit desk. He was carefully reading over every boring, detailed term of the of a lengthy amendment document pertaining to the trade regulations of Equestria’s international markets. As he read, he wrote his comments and revisions on a separate scroll. After feeling that Twilight would be satisfied with how much of the stack of paperwork he had halfheartedly completed, Spike turned to the long list of chores that Twilight had also left for him on his desk. The castle’s cleaning staff were off duty for the day, so Spike was on his own. Regardless of any help he did or did not get, he had a long night ahead him. After taking out an industrial broom and duster from a custodial closet, Spike got to work cleaning the halls of the lower castle.

Despite his fatigue, Spike could not shake the feeling that he deserved all the work given to him. Especially after he had shirked his duties for his own personal endeavors. Spike though about how foolish Twilight would think his actions today were, and how she would scold him if she were there to confront him. Spike imagined what his day could have been like, had he forsaken his own plans. Spike suddenly started sweeping in an angry vigor. Spike knew that he had something really important that he wanted to do that day. Darned be the thoughts of any creature who through less of him for it. He had taken the day off, and he had the right to spend his own time how he rightfully pleased. No pony had to the right say otherwise, not Twilight, not Celestia, not any of his other friends, not even Rarity.

Spike paused for a moment. Rarity’s name was still hanging heavy in his mind, as were the events earlier that day. For the most part, Spike wished that he had never confessed to Rarity, and had never wasted either their time on that stupid outing. It would have saved them both a lot of trouble. But a small part him had no regret. Despite what happened, that tiny part of Spike felt proud and relieved knowing that he did all he could, and that he still got his chance to confess his feelings. Maybe, just maybe, it was for the best that it all happened, regardless how harsh hearing Rarity words had felt. Spike continued sweeping, making his way down one of the corridors. He wanted to whistle, but he couldn’t think of any tunes he knew of that he was in the mood to make.

Bygone Days

The following day, Princess Twilight was working at her desk in her personal office. Spike was seated at a smaller desk besides her. Looking over from time to time, Twilight observed that Spike seemed sluggish. His movements were lethargic, and he took significantly more time than usual to get things done. Twilight figured that Spike was just up late last night doing the work she left for him. But now she was starting to suspect that there might have been more to it than that. The way he was unprofessionally slouched in his seat with his chin resting on his desk made him look jaded, and utterly apathetic of his important task on writing the legal transcripts that she had requested. Even more notably, Spike’s seemed to be to carrying a great sorrow, as if he had lost something very important to him. Twilight had not questioned Spike about what he did yesterday, or why he felt it was important enough to shirk his royal duties. Whatever had happened, it was probably for the best to not ask about it. Instead, Twilight allowed her number one assistant to continue working in peace.

By the end of the following day, Rarity had made up for the time she had lost during yesterday’s outing. After that, business continued as usual. Orders were finished, products were sent out, and customers came and went from her stores. Rarity returned to spending her early mornings and her late nights alone on leisurely activities. From time to time throughout her busy days, Rarity would have the pleasure to meet with some of her friends. This included catching up with an acquaintance she had met in Canterlot, to a long discussion about culture and customs with one of her dearest friends Applejack.

During the following week, Rarity was in her workshop, bringing her next greatest fashion idea to reality. As she worked, she could not help but feel that something was off. It wasn’t until after she had her lunch, did she remember that it was the day of the week that Spike typically came to visit her. But Spike had not shown up that day. Rarity had not so much as thought of Spike since she last time she saw him. Memories of what happened nearly a week ago began to resurface. Rarity shook her head, and then continued focusing back on her work. She figured that Spike still might have felt sore about what had happened, and that he was not ready to see her again so soon.

The next week came, and there hadn’t been any sign of Spike. Rarity just continued with her business as she usually did. At the end of the business day, Spike was still nowhere to be seen. Rarity reluctantly dismissed the issue. It certainly wasn’t like she needed Spike for anything. Rarity was perfectly capable of conducting her own business, and had many competent colleagues to help her do so. And even when that was not enough, she had many other friends who would gladly lend her a hoof in a time of need. If Spike wanted to be immature and evade her because of what had happened, then so be it. Rarity knew that he had brought that whole drama onto himself, and he deserved to face the consequences. If Spike couldn’t at the very least handle that, then it was all fine by Rarity. Spike, and the meager use that he was, would not be missed. Rarity walked over to the front entrance of the Carousel Boutique, flipped the sign on the door from open to closed, and went on about her evening.

The next week passed, and Spike had not come over. Then the next week passed, and then the week after that, and then another one after that. And yet, Spike never arrived. At some point during that time, Rarity had stopped expecting to see the small dragon, and though nothing more of him.

Twilight continued to observe her number one assistant’s mood whenever she had a free moment. It had been over a month, and Spike still seemed miserable. He hardly went out of the castle on his own, or ever seemed happy doing anything of the things he used to enjoy. Instead, Spike was slowly becoming more and more reclusive, and was hardly spending any time at all with any of his friends. One day, after Spike slogged his way back into the castle after his lunch break, Twilight decided to take matters into her own hooves.

“Alright Spike, what’s wrong?,” asked Twilight.

“Huh, what do you mean Twilight?”

“You’ve been spending a lot of time alone lately. Did something happen?”

“Well, I guess haven’t had the chance to see any of my friends for a while now. Bic Mac is married and raising his foals with Sugar Belle, Apple Jack has now completely taken over running Apple Acres from Granny Smith, Fluttershy still has her hooves full managing her animal sanctuary, Rainbow Dash has received another promotion within Equestria’s air force and has new responsibilities, I haven’t even seen Pinkie Pie around, Ember is more than busy enough keeping the Dragon Lands under control, Starlight Glimmer is the Principle of the School of Friendship, Smolder is still pursuing her education at that school, Thorax is still mending the ties between the reformed and natural changelings, and Gabby is still living in Griffonstone. I guess I’ve just been feeling lonely lately.”

“But what about Rarity? It’s been a while since you last visited her.”

Spike’s entire body tensed up. “Oh, it has been a while since I paid her a visit. I stopped seeing her, because I was starting to feel that helping Rarity with work orders was getting boring.”

“But not even two months ago, you used to love assisting Rarity. Did things fallout between you two at all?”

Spike looked away for a moment, almost as if he had been caught telling a lie. “Twilight, what do you mean by ‘falling out’? I just lost interest in working for her.”

“Spike, I know about that date you had. Honestly, I felt really bad learning about what happened to you. I know it must not have been easy.”

“What date?,” Spike questioned defensively.

Twilight rolled her eyes. “The one where you and Rarity had spent half a day together over a picnic atop an unnamed mountain.”

Spike froze, completely dumbstruck. “I thought I went back and covered up every last trace that could have possibly been left behind! How did you possibly know about that?!”

“Spike, Rarity is just as close a friend to me, as she is to you.”

“You mean she told you?!”

“Not exactly. I pretty much figured it out before I even brought it up with her.”

“How?!”

“Come on Spike. Remember when I messaged you to come back to the castle once you returned from that day long flight you went on months ago? I gave you that long speech about expressing’s yourself and not being afraid to express how you feel. I then went on about how you’re admired and adored by others a lot more than you think you are. Why do you think I decided to just tell you all that out of nowhere?”

“You mean, you gave me that lecture, knowing that I would confess to Rarity?!”

“Well, I had a small hunch that you would do that. And once you did, it was kind of hard to miss seeing it all happen. First you came home after a work session with Rarity, jovial as ever. You then asked for time off for no apparent reason. On that day off, you had spent hours preparing food and dressing yourself up as nicely as you could, before leaving in a hurry. And then ever since that following day, you started acting all gloomy, and stopped visiting Rarity entirely. It was kind of obvious that something happened between the two of you.”

“And then you spoke with Rarity, and she told you the rest.”

“I am the Princess of Friendship after all. It’s part of my job to look after my closest friends.”

“Then guess I can’t keep any secrets from you, Twilight,” said Spike defeatedly.

“Spike, I really didn’t want to pry, especially on something so personal. But I never saw you so sad before. I started getting worried when you started looking worse and worse, and still refused to tell me what was wrong. I know it must have hurt to learn that Rarity did not like back. But I for one, am still very proud of you Spike. You said what you had to say, and tried to make peace with what happened. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Well, I still feel pathetic. And you were right all along Twilight. I never had a chance with Rarity, and I was a fool to think that I did.”

“So, that doesn't mean you won’t ever find another pony, or dragon, or any other creature.”

“That hardly matters. Even if there’s another creature out there that even compares to Rarity, I wouldn’t have a chance with her either.”

“Don’t give up so soon Spike. You’re still so young. Even though things didn’t go how you wanted, Rarity is still your friend. Don’t you want to make things right with her?”

“If Rarity wants or needs me for anything, she knows where to find me. Now Twilight, I would much prefer to get some work done, then to continue talking about this,” said Spike in an agitated huff, before turning his attention back at the scrolls on his desk.

Twilight raised an eyebrow in agitation of her own. “If you wish Spike.”

Into the Mind and Back

After another long day of tailoring, Rarity was enjoying yet another relaxing bath within the comfort of her home. Once she felt that she had spent enough time soaking, Rarity left her tub, dried herself off, entered her bedroom, and put on one of her robes. Not wanting to expend any more effort at the moment, she lied down on top of her queen-sized bed. Rarity’s sister Sweetie Belle was out and about with her friends Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, so her home was even quieter than it usually was.

Various thoughts, ideas, and feelings came to her mind as she rested in her room, all alone. After combing over distant memories with her family and friends, her thoughts eventually wandered towards a personally sensitive topic: stallions. While Rarity was more than willing to speak about such things during confidential conversations with her closest friends, she usually had much better things to concern herself with than her romantic endeavors. After all, Rarity was a career mare first. She would never allow her passion for another pony to get in the way of her passion for tailoring and clothing design. With that said, it still did not mean that Rarity didn’t have any desire for romance. In fact, it was her very desire for romance which was one of her greatest struggles. She knew of many mares her age, and younger, who were already happily wedded. And yet, no matter how hard Rarity tried, she could never seem to make any lasting relationship. While her past experiences hardly bothered her, Rarity still feared that she may never find her ideal partner, and never have the chance to truly love. Thoughts like those would plague Rarity from time to time. Having nothing else better that she wanted to do at the moment, Rarity allowed her mind to drift into the deepest recesses of herself.

Rarity remembered Prince Blue Blood. She had introduced herself to him during her first ever evening at the grand galloping gala. Rarity wanted an invitation to the gala for an opportunity to mingle and to hopefully meet a fine stallion. It had been the first time Rarity had done anything like that in years. Only minutes after she had arrived past the castle entrance, Rarity spotted Blue Blood’s perfect smile among a busy crowd. To Rarity, it felt like love at first sight. But Prince Blue Blood had entirely different plans. Throughout the entire evening, he was as rude and insufferable as possible. By the end of the evening, he had managed to make Rarity scream at him in anger. Rarity would later find out from her friends in Canterlot, she had been a pawn in a mean game that Prince Blue Blood liked to play. Rarity was far from the first mare to have set her sights on him. Whether for his status as royalty, for his classy and charming looks, Prince Blue Blood often found himself with a mare fawning over him. Having no intention to humor any of the fantasies of the strangers who approached him, Blue Blood would instead humor himself, and test them. He would purposefully behave as inconsiderately as he could muster, and see how long it would take for each mare to reach their limit. Apparently, Rarity lasted longer than most other mares Blue Blood decided to torment, spending several hours with him during her time at the gala. No doubt did Rarity feel justified in shouting at him and calling him a “royal pain,” after everything he did that night. Still, Rarity could not help but feel a bit ashamed of how shallow she had been, and how she so easily let herself fall for such an arrogant jerk like Blue Blood.

Rarity remembered Sir Fancy Pants. Now, he was a true gentle-stallion. While only a few years older than Rarity, Fancy Pants was one of Princes Celestia’s top advisors and her head of royal event planning. Rarity first happened to meet him while wandering the inner streets of Canterlot. She could tell right away from his classy appearance and his perfect speech, that he was a distinguished and cultured stallion amongst even the upper high society of Equestria. After Fancy Pants took notice of Rarity’s merit as both a successful clothing designer, and her renown as one of the close friends of Twilight Sparkle, he had insisted on inviting Rarity to a party of among his inner social circle. Rarity had initially feared that Sir Fancy Pants would be like Prince Blue Blood. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth. As Rarity found the time to chat with him, she learned just how courteous, polite, and responsible he was. After the event, the two would meet on and off whenever time permitted. Even while trying her best to not take things too quickly, Rarity often found herself thinking of Fancy Pants while she worked. But then, during a celebratory ceremony that she was invited to, Rarity saw Fancy Pants walking alongside another mare. That was when Fancy Pants introduced Rarity to Fluer De Lis, and delivered the harsh truth that he was already married. Fluer De Lis had snatched Fancy Pants away, just a few short years prior. It took every bit of Rarity’s self-control to keep the casual tone of the conversation going, and to not reveal that she thought that Fancy Pants was still single. After a few minutes, while no pony was looking, Rarity darted home from the event as quickly as she could. Fancy Pants still remained a friend of Rarity’s that she met from time to time, but things never quite felt the same after that.

Rarity remembered Thunderlane. She admitted that she did not know much about the dark haired pegasus stallion, beyond that he was a member of the Wonder Bolts, and that he had a younger brother named Rumble. While watching her friend Rainbow Dash perform in a show hosted by the Wonder Bolts, a particular stunt had sent her and several other audience members, soaring into the air. While in free fall, Thunderlane was the one who had rescued Rarity. Thankful for saving her, Rarity gave the stallion a platonic hug. They would later meet again, and properly introduce themselves. Being a cadet for the Wonderbolts at the time, Thunderlane was very sporty, and dedicated most his time towards flight training and other related activities. After some time together, Rarity could not help but feel that they were not compatible. While Thunderlane was a fine stallion in his own way, Rarity knew that he was simply not her ideal match. After a while, Rarity would slowly lose interest in Thunderlane, and in turn, he would stop seeing her.

Rarity remembered Trender Hoof. He was a renowned author, famous for his social commentaries on the cultural fads and lifestyles that were practiced by the various different ponies that he interviewed throughout Equestria. Rarity had secretly formed a crush on the writer over the years. Not only did she buy each of his books as they were published, but she had purchased several life sized posters of him, and even a lock of his golden blond mane. When Rarity gotten news that Trender Hoof was visiting Ponyville, she was utterly ecstatic. She remembered how her friend Twilight did her best to talk some sense to her and advised her to take things calmly, but she was already too far gone by then. Rarity had indeed known better than to let a stallion get too close to her heart too quickly. But once she met Trender Hoof at the Ponyville train station, and heard him speak to her for the first time, Rarity immediately was head over hooves in love. The two walked together side by side, with Rarity leading Trender on a tour around town. Rarity ended her tour at Ponyville’s local apple orchard, Sweet Apple Acres. Her close friend Applejack was out finishing harvesting the first batch of Apples that spring. There, Trender Hoof first laid his eyes on Applejack. Upon first sight, Trender had gotten the largest crush for Rarity’s friend. Rarity would soon learn that he had a preference for young, humble, country mares. He stepped aside from Rarity, introduced himself to her Applejack, and made his move. And just like, Rarity meant nothing to him.

Oh, how Rarity bawled her eyes out once she made it back to her home. All over a stallion she had introduced herself to, just hours prior. But Rarity was not going to give up that easily. If Trender Hoof wanted a pretty rural lass, then she would convince him that she was even more of a country gal than Applejack could ever be. Rarity put on a hasty getup, and headed back to Sweet Apple Acres. She did her best to get Trender Hoof’s attention, pretending that she regularly worked at the apple orchard, while doing her best to subtly make her advance towards him. But Rarity’s efforts were in vain, as Trender Hoof continued to gawk over Applejack while she worked. Having enough, Rarity went to higher extremes. Going against every she stood for, Rarity changed into tattered dungarees along with a straw hat, purposely rubbed dirt on her hooves, and spoke with a laughably fake, Southern, East coast Equestrian accent. Applejack, already vexed from Trender Hoof’s obsessive behavior, became furious once Rarity was actively mocking her. In retaliation, Applejack, put on her fanciest dress that she had previously bought from Rarity’s boutique, braided her mane, polished her hooves, and applied eye shadow. When Applejack returned, she began speaking in her own fake Canterlot accent. Rarity and Applejack went back and forth, taking every opportunity to take jabs insulting each other, while playing their respective roles. Rarity finally gave in, and nearly had a full mental breakdown, when a speck of mud accidently landed on the dress that Applejack was wearing.

Utterly ashamed, Rarity folded, and apologized to Applejack for behavior. She fixed up her the dress that she “ruined,” and later made up for the trouble she caused her friend. It was not the closest Rarity had been to losing her friendship with the farm mare, but it was certainly the one she felt the worst about. And it was all over a Stallion that Rarity hardly knew. The bitter irony of it all was that Applejack had absolutely no interest in Trender Hoof. She just wanted him to leave her alone. In fact, as Rarity would later discover, Applejack didn’t have any preference for any stallion whatsoever, and was instead interested in other mares.

But that wasn’t the end of it. During the very end of the town festival, which Rarity had been previously voted by the Ponyville town committee to run and organize, was the couples dance in town square. From a far distance, Rarity watched Trender Hoof perform a slow waltz with another mare. It was not Applejack, or any pony Rarity personally knew, but a complete stranger. But she decided to just let it go. Rarity knew that she was not the mare for Trender Hoof, and it was not worth pretending to be something she clearly wasn’t, just to impress him.

The late night came, and the festivities came to an end. Rarity was finishing taking town the décor she set up, and was ready to head home. Rarity then saw another pony approach her in the corner of her eye, and immediately stopped what she was doing. It was Trender Hoof.

“Rarity, I must say that I had a lovely day today. You did a great job showing the, ‘small town chic,’ of Ponyville. It was an honor to get to see the very best of your town, and the ponies who live in it. I definitely have more than enough material for my next book.”

“I’m glad you feel that way. It’s been a pleasure having you, Trender,” said Rarity attentively, as she felt a subtle increase in her heart rate.

“I also came to apologize about what you and Applejack had to go through earlier today. Even though it wasn’t my intention, how I acted was completely insensitive of me.”

“Honestly, I feel that I am the one to truly blame for all that drama. I let my emotions get the better of me. Oh, but let’s not fret over what’s now all behind us.”

“Agreed,” said Trender Hoof, as he used his unicorn magic to open his saddle bag. From his bag, he levitated a perfectly shaped tulip that had been cut at the base of the stem. Trender Hoof had a hobby of growing tulips, and was known for giving some of them away every so often. “But before I go, I wanted to give you this Rarity. Please, take this as a small gift from me, to one of my loveliest fans.”

Rarity use her magic to take the flower from him. “Why thank you, it’s lovely,” she commented, not knowing what else to say. Amidst her increased heart rate, Rarity felt a soft warmness beginning to form on her cheeks.

“Say no more. Today’s festival was simply marvelous. I know it would not have been the same without your direction. You’re an exceptional mare Rarity, a pony with true talent, passion, and her own visions. Don’t let today make you think otherwise,’ said Trender Hoof, as he took another step closer. He then brought his mouth closer to Rarity’s ear. “I have no doubt you will one day find your ideal stallion, and make him one of the happiest ponies in all of Equestria. No matter what happens, don’t you ever forget that Rarity,” whispered Trender Hoof in a soft, sly, voice.

Then he turned around, and walked away towards the Ponyville train station. Rarity remained still, staring straight ahead at the stallion in front of her, ready to faint from light headedness. She was unable to stop thinking about him for the rest of the night. Without question, Rarity read Trender Hoof’s next book that covered his detailed views of Ponyville, and the surrounding areas. She also bought his following books, where he wrote about the different farmlands he visited, and the ponies who ran them. Every single time Rarity would finish reading one of Trender Hoof’s new books, she would think back on that day she spent with him. Even now, Rarity would still get that feeling of frantic tingling butterflies her stomach whenever she played back her memory of those last words that Trender Hoof had spoken to her. After all that time, Rarity did not give up her search for her ideal stallion.

Another thought came to Rarity. What exactly would her ideal stallion be like? Several different images popped in Rarity’s mind. For sure, her perfect match needed to fulfill some requirements. Whatever he looked like, he had to be handsome and well groomed. He had to have an excellent taste in clothing, art, furniture and music. He had to be a cultured gentle-stallion, one truly worthy of being of the upper class. He had to be polite, courteous, and generous. He had to always treat her to only the best of accommodations that Equestria had to offer. He had to be strong, brave, and dependable in dire situations. More importantly than all of that, he had to support her career as a clothing designer, and respect her lifelong dedication towards it. And most importantly of all, he had to only have eyes her, and her alone. To add to that, he also had to be romantic, captivating, and an exceptionally good lover. That was the kind of stallion that Rarity wanted.

Rarity opened her eyes, bringing herself back to her reality. She was still in her robe, laying on her bed. Her heart was quietly thumping in her chest, and she felt a faint heat across her face. She still had yet to find her ideal stallion. Rarity was not satisfied with that. Slightly angry at herself, she wanted to just blame her solitude on how busy she was. Running the most successful clothing franchise in all of Equestria, did hardly leave any time for anything else. But that was not all there was too it.

There were very few stallions out there who Rarity would even consider worthy of her time, let alone anything more than that. Sure, she admittedly had some high standards. Perhaps those standards were even just a bit unrealistic. But the standards by which Rarity deemed what was good enough for her, was her sole right to decide. And at the very least, Rarity was willing to make a few compromises to accept an otherwise decent candidate. Still, lenient or not, Rarity had not met another pony since Trender Hoof, who came even close to her ideal stallion. Amongst her employees, associates, and acquaintances, she wouldn’t even consider putting any of them any higher than a friend. And while Rarity did have more than her fair share of stallions who have approached her in their own romantic pursuits, none of them had nearly enough tact, grace, or etiquette to even humor the idea of a first date. Rarity remained a single career mare for years, and had not even been on a single date until what had happened not too long ago with… Spike.

Rarity’s gaze focused on a small glass case that she kept on the lowest level of one of her shelves in her room. In the case were two large gemstones. On the left, resting in a small, gold plated holder, was a sizeable, heart shaped ruby. It was the very same one that Spike had given her the day before his first birthday that he spent in Ponyville. While Rarity initially planned to sell it, she later decided against it. Instead, she bought the golden holder for it, and reserved one of her few glass cases to display it in on her shelf. The ruby remained there on her bedside as it was for years. Recently added to the case, and to the right of the ruby, was a particularly large, precisely cut, and well-polished, turquoise sapphire. It rested upright at an angle, propped by a small, smooth, slanted piece of white granite. Rarity’s attention slowly shifted back and forth between the two jewels, as she thought about the dragon who had given both of them to her.

Memories of the time she spent with Spike flooded her mind, both the good and the bad. None of them were too unpleasant. It had been blatantly obvious that Spike was hopelessly in love with her. No matter his reasons, Spike was always at her beck and call, ready to do nearly anything for her. Rarity still felt that they once had that very nice arrangement. He would try his best to please her in any way possible, and she would make sure he felt that his efforts were worth his while. But even back then, Rarity always knew that Spike wanted more than that. She should have known that it was really only a matter of time until Spike either took things further, or give up an her entirely.

Rarity could have easily fulfilled Spike’s greatest desire if she wanted to. All she had to do was convince him that she loved him just as much as he loved her, and then assure him with a kiss on the lips. Spike would get the mare of his dreams, Rarity would get the sweetest, and most obedient little dragon she knew of, and any drama between the two of them would be made right. Spike would gladly spend his days working besides her, supporting her career in the fashion business, and they would live happily ever after. But no matter how much Rarity tried to accept the idea, and no matter how happy it would have made Spike, it was not what Rarity wanted. Rarity simply did not have the love in her heart to be Spike’s special some-pony.

First, Spike was a dragon, and she was a pony. Sure, Spike was still a small, cute, kind, and civil dragon who lived alongside ponies his whole life, but he was a still a dragon. Now, there was nothing wrong with being a dragon. But the very idea of the union between a dragon, a reptile and a pony, a mammal, not only violated every taboo between interspecies relations, but the very laws of nature itself. Second, Spike was still hardly half her age. He lacked the maturity, wisdom, and temperament of a proper adult, something that could just not be overlooked. And third, even if Spike were a strong, mature, and cultured stallion, there would still have been a long list of other problems that would thwart any chance he had with her. It was simply never meant to be.

Rarity was still laying on her bed, in her robe, alone. It was already late in the evening when she first got out of her bath, and it had only gotten later since then. Noticing how nothing was going to get done while laying on her bed, Rarity slid off it, and got back onto her hooves. She spent the last hours of the day tidying up her living space, and tending to some chores she wanted to finish that day. Satisfied, Rarity returned to her bed, and slid underneath the covers.

In a deep sleep, Rarity was dreaming. She was resting in a rowboat that was steered by a dashing looking stallion, who was gently rowing them down a slow moving river. The water reflected a slightly distorted image of the moon, with nearby lamp posts along the riverbanks illuminating the way. The unnamed stallion’s face was completely hidden and remained unrevealed behind by a dark colored cloth, but he was otherwise dressed in a nice set of shirt, pants and hat, suitable for the occasion. The two went back and forth about art, politics, and casual banter. Rarity had many dreams similar to this one in the past, where she found herself in the company of a fine stallion.

Gazing at the surface of the water, she noticed a particularly large disturbance just ahead. Then the ripples in the river’s surface began to grow taller. Suddenly, a massive, unidentifiable creature emerged from under the water, creating a wave that nearly overturned the small wooden rowboat.

Rarity stared at the towering creature that was looming over her. It had sharp, fang-like teeth, small horns on its elongated head, sharp claws at the ends of its two fin-like appendages, spurs extruding from its spine, and a long, swaying tail. Dark colored scales lined along its entire body. Rarity stared at the monster in honor, as its two snake like eyes focused on her. The unnamed stallion across from Rarity remained silent and still, as not to provoke whatever was looking at them. Rarity observed the creature’s green irises, purple scale color, and the two wings sticking out from behind its body. She could not help but feel that the seemingly reptilian creature before her, looked vaguely familiar.

The creature opened its maw, as if to speak. “I love you Rarity,” it said, in an unexpectedly soft and gentle voice for its size and appearance. The owner of the voice that had left the creature’s maw, was undoubtedly Spike.

Rarity’s eyes bolted open, her heart pounding in her chest. She frantically looked around. Spike, or whatever that monster was, had vanished. The river and everything else that was in, on, and around it, was gone. Rarity was in her bedroom, laying in her bed, in the early hours of the morning. She let out an aggravated huff, and before rolling over under her sheets. She continued to lie awake in her bed staring up at her ceiling, unable to clear her mind. Rarity figured that perhaps it would be for the best to set things right with Spike. Maybe she should have already done that a long time ago.

Surprise Visit

Spike had a rather eventful start to his day, being woken up early by one of the castle’s guards, who instructed him to go to the castle’s main hall immediately. Spike hastily made his way out of his quarters and up the stairs to the ground level, where he saw Princess Twilight Sparkle sitting on the royal throne, with castle guards standing on either side of her along the walls. Kneeling before Twilight was a slim, long-winged dragon, with a scroll clutched in his claws. The dragon was a messenger from the Dragon Lands, sent by Dragon Lord Ember. With Spike now present, the messenger read the written message aloud. According to the messenger, there was apparently an alarming threat for a very sudden uprising within the Dragon Lands, and Dragon Lord Ember had requested “diplomatic aid” from Equestria. Upon hearing the news, Princes Twilight Sparkle decided that Spike alone was fit to resolve the conflict. After Spike had given a reluctant affirmation, Twilight teleported Spike and the messenger to the North-East boarder of Equestria. From there, Spike flew after the other dragon, who quickly guided him into Lord Ember’s fortress. After Spike had met and greeted with Ember, she immediately briefed Spike on the conflict.

Only a few years prior, Ember, daughter of the now former Dragon Lord Torch, had been declared as the new Dragon Lord, upon winning a competition to obtain the Bloodstone Scepter. However, stories had quickly spread which claimed that Ember had only won the competition with the assistance from ponies and another younger dragon. Some dragons had claimed they had witnessed Ember talking to ponies before and even during the conflict, with a few of them claiming that the other dragon had allegedly reached the Blood Scepter first and handed it to Ember in secret. While there was no evidence to verify any rumors that the Equestrians had rigged the competition, they did spread significant doubt about the legitimacy of Ember’s title as Dragon Lord. It also didn’t help ease Ember’s conscious that she knew that were in fact hints of truth in the otherwise outrageous accusations.

Despite doubts of the legitimacy of Ember’s title of Dragon Lord, were the undeniabilities of her physical stature. Ember was exceptionally young very for a Dragon Lord, and therefore, was still particularly small. While Ember had proven to be an intelligent, vigilant, merciful, and fair leader to many of her fellow dragons, others would still see her as weak and exploitable. The divides between Ember and her opposers slowly grew as she made decisions to further strengthen the Dragon Land’s relations with Equestria. When others had expressed concern and greats distain with just the idea of trading and allying themselves with ponies, Ember would refuse to negotiate with them, claiming that her decisions “were for the best.” Over time, some dragons had begun to seriously question Ember’s leadership.

Then, just yesterday, several older dragons had felt that they had had enough, and decided that they would get their way by force. Multiple clans and other groups had formed together into a sizable resistance force. Together, they openly defied Dragon Lord Ember’s authority with acts, and further threats of violence. While the resistance group was led by a few older dragons, the majority of them were extremely young, with many who had not even developed their wings yet. The unofficial leaders of this resistance claimed that they would forcefully remove Ember from power and put one of their own in charge. After which, they expressed their plans to conquer the entirety of Yakyakaistan, and then seize regions of Northern Equestria.

However, the resistance group lacked any kind of structure and was extremely disorganized. The only thing that was uniting the rebelling dragons at all was their distain from Dragon Lord Ember. In such a messy state, the group posed no direct threat to Ember and her loyal subordinates, let alone had any hope of lasting through an all-out war on their own. But the rebel group had still proven to be problematic. After an entire day, there was still great unrest among the Dragon Lands, as the rebelling dragons continued to assault and pillage whoever they pleased. Ember could have easily stamped the resistance out by force if she had to with her own faithful followers, but she didn’t want to inflict her wrath towards the fellow dragons she was supposed to be leading. Especially so, when considering that the resistance group mainly consisted of young and misguided dragons who were being ordered around by their elders. On the other end of the matter, Ember had to put a stop to the matter soon before any more innocent dragons were hurt.

While Dragon Lord Ember had hoped that Princess Twilight Sparkle would offer her aid, she was still more than glad that at least Spike was available to help. Once informed, Spike conversed back and forth with Ember, deciding what their next move should be. After further discussion with Spike, along with several other trusted dragons, Ember came up with her plan to end the ongoing rebellion.

In practice, things did not go according to the plan. Confronting, and communicating with the resistance proved to be rather difficult. They made it clear that they wanted no outsiders to so much as step into their illegitimately claimed territory. Many of the dragons proved to be hostile, and had absolutely no intention of negotiating.

Spike tried to step up and offer his voice, but that only seemed to make matters worse. Some of the older dragons had recognized Spike. They recalled that he had in fact been hatched and raised entirely by ponies in Equestria, and that the ponies had made him one of their ambassadors. Upon that information spreading, Spike was immediately singled out by several dragons, who called him, “a puppet of the Pony Princess,” and even “a pony pet” for his upbringing. Admis the chaos, Spike got himself surrounded, severely beaten, and then physically restrained. Once powerless to fight back, the resistance held Spike as a hostage, with some dragons threatening to badly hurt him.

It wasn’t until a dragon named Garble chose to stand up alongside Dragon Lord Ember, did things a turn for the better. Being rather popular amongst most dragons and well known for his physical strength, Garble’s presence alone spoke volumes. Whether out of respect, fear, or uncertainty, many of the rebelling dragons were willing to at least hear what he had to say. Garble made himself clear how he, despite personally loathing Ember personally, thought that she was a strong leader, and how Ember was worthy of her title of Dragon Lord. Immediately, Garble’s words had convinced some of the dragons to stand down, and to stop fighting. Feeling bolder, Garble stepped forward, and began to scrutinize the dragons who had hurt their own kind to get their way by force, and threatened to personally condemn their behavior. While all the older dragons were unphased, many of the others were either terrified or having second thoughts about their rebellion. Taking their chance, Ember and her remaining allies surrounded the rebel group, and held them under siege. Now with significantly fewer members, and dwindling moral among most remaining members, the resistance quickly fell apart, ending any chance of their uprising. Those who had chosen to defect from their cause and to cooperate with Lord Ember, were excused with minimal consequence. Those who had incited and drove the incident were severely punished. Ironically, it was Garble, the same dragon who Ember had once utterly despised, and the one who had repeatedly picked on Spike in the past, who proved to be the one most responsible for the swift resolution of the conflict. All without a single life lost.

After ascertaining the damages and taking care of the finer details, Ember thanked Spike for his efforts, and promised to one day return the favor. Spike, who was just happy to put the day behind him, gladly accepted the notion. It was safe to say that Spike was more than exhausted upon his departure from the dragon lands. While he had not intended on doing any of the fighting, he ended up with several bruises, scratches, and small bite marks along his entire body. Far too weary to fly all back home, Spike made his was way to the nearest train station, purchased a ticket with the few bits had had brought with him, and rode the train back into Canterlot.

It was late in the afternoon when Spike finally walked through the main gate of the castle. Before Spike had departed the Dragon Lands, he wrote a message using some parchment that Ember had given him, and magically transported his letter to Twilight. Spike’s letter detailed where he was and what had happened back in the Dragon Lands. But that wouldn’t be the end of it. There would be much more that Twilight would need to discuss with him about the whole ordeal once they had the chance.

After everything Spike had gone through that day, his official royal duties were one of the last things he wanted to deal with. But not wanting to do them was no excuse to not do them. Reluctantly, Spike made his way through the castle, towards Twilight’s office, where she Twilight usually was at this time of day. Several guards and other onlooking ponies made questioning glances towards Spike as they observed the injuries on his body. At last, Spike made it past the last set of guards between the castle halls, and Twilight’s royal office.

“Twilight, I’m back,” called out Spike, upon entering.

Twilight continued writing on a particular scroll on her desk for another moment, before stopping and looking up. “Welcome back Spike. I read your letter. It seems to me that you had quite the adventure today,” said Twilight, eyeing all the marks visible on Spike’s body.

“Tell me about,” said Spike tiredly. “Those brutes held me hostage and threatened to tear off my scales until Ember met all of their demands.”

“I know that you probably want to go rest right now Spike, but you currently have a visitor who was been waiting a while to see you.”

“Who is it?,” asked Spike.

“Oh, there you Spike. I was wondering when would arrive,” called out a familiar, and friendly voice, accompanied by dainty hove steps. Spike immediately turned and looked towards the mare who had just walked into the office from an adjacent room.

“RARITY!,” Spike exclaimed, standing up straight in attention. “I- I wasn’t expecting to see you. What brings you here on this fine day?” asked Spike, trying his best to sound calm.

“It’s certainly been a while since I last heard from you, and I wanted to know what you’ve been up to all this time. Although, by the looks of things, it seems that I picked a bad day to drop by,” said Rarity. She took another look at Spike, and then gasped. “By the heavens, are those teeth marks?!”

“Oh this, another dragon bit me while I was in the Dragon Lands earlier today.”

“For whatever reason would another dragon have to do such a thing?”

“Some dragons had formed a rebellion against Dragon Lord Ember, and I was sent to there to help her stop it. To make a long story short, I got into some trouble, and got these bite marks.”

“Those brutish savages! How dare they harm a single scale on your pure, innocent self! Something must be done about this!,” yelled Rarity.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Ember has already taken care of the dragons who did this to me.”

“Never mind them Spike, you’re hurt. And you traveled all the way from the Dragon Lands, as you are now? You need to be fixed up immediately!”

“Really Rarity, I’m going to be fine. My scales are a lot tougher than most ponies think. I’ve survived far worse than this before.”

“Spike, I’m sorry, but this simply won’t do. You’re coming with me. You need to be treated immediately,” said Rarity assertively.

“But Rarity, I’m still on duty. I have work to do.”

“Actually, about that,” interrupted Twilight. “Spike, I can tell that you worked hard and endured a lot today. The very least I can do is permit you to be treated.”

“But Twilight, what about all that budgeting work that you wanted me to complete? Didn’t you say that you needed that done today?”

“Already taken care of,” said Rarity.

“That’s right,” affirmed Twilight. “Rarity has been with me for hours. She already helped me settle on a plan of our national spending budget, and helped me complete many other tasks. Spike, you’re free to take the rest of the day off. I know you earned it.”

“Thanks Twilight,” said Spike, before turning back towards Rarity. “Did you really do all that while you were waiting for me, Rarity?”

“Yes, and I’ll explain later. For now…,” said Rarity, as her horn began glowing the blue light color of her magic. Spike noticed the same blue light surround him, before being swept up into the air. “…you need a thorough cleaning.” And with that, Rarity took off with the Spike levitating behind her, without another objection from him.

Comfortable Struggle

In just minutes, Spike was already laid out on his backside on top of a portable wash table in the castle’s public bathing rooms of Canterlot Castle. While Spike normally would have just taken a bath, Rarity had insisted that it would be easier to clean him if he were out in front of her. Surrounding Spike were several large public bathing tubs, each capable of containing multiple adult ponies. Each of the tubs were currently empty, as Spike and Rarity were the only two in there at the moment. Besides the table Spike was resting on was a wash bucket, some wash clothes, several soaps and miscellaneous products that Rarity had gathered.

“Now then, let’s get started,” said Rarity, lifting one of the wash clothes with her magic.

“Rarity, you really don’t need to do all this. I’ll be fine.”

“Oh nonsense, what kind of awful friend would I be if I were to let you suffer like this. Some pony has to look over you. Now stay still,” ordered Rarity.

Spike felt a warm, wet cloth rub against his scales. Spike immediately relaxed his muscles, and sprawled along the wash table. He remained silent as Rarity worked her way around his body. All of the dirt, dust, and rocky debris that had gotten between the scratches and gaps between his scales was slowly removed. Spike remained still, finding the warm water extremely relaxing.

It was certainly an odd sensation for Spike to be washed by another creature, let alone by Rarity of all ponies. As far back as he could remember, Twilight was only the only pony who ever given him a bath before. Even then, the last time Twilight had given him one was years ago, back when Spike was still a hatchling. Normally, Spike would be far more uncomfortable with having another creature touch him while he lay with his front side up in a physically vulnerable position. But instead of discomfort, Spike felt relief as Rarity rinsed out the dry dirt that had encrusted onto the base of his neck. Knowing that Rarity would never deliberately hurt him, her touch felt familiar and calming. While there was certainly a closeness between Spike and Rarity in that situation, it was a completely platonic closeness that was devoid of any intimacy. Afterall, in a society with where most its members normally did not wear any clothing, acts such as cleaning one another were considered as more of a casual gesture.

“Oh, those other dragons really did a number on you,” said Rarity taking extreme care not to press down on any of Spike’s bruises. Her attention shifted towards a tiny tear in the cartilage of Spike’s left wing. “Spike, your wing! Is it all right?”

“Uh-huh,” Spike murmured affirmatively.

“Well, I’ll just have to let that heal on its own. Flip over Spike, I need to get to your backside,” ordered Rarity. Spike did as he was told, and rested onto his underbelly. Upon inspection, Rarity let out a shriek of horror. Along Spike’s spine, between his wings, was a long incision that cut deep beneath his scales, and into his skin. Upon hearing Rarity’s shriek, Spike broke out of his relaxed stupor.

“What’s the matter Rarity, is something wrong!?,” asked Spike worriedly.

“SPIKE, YOU HAVE A DEADLY WOUND ALONG YOUR BACK! HOW COME YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING SOONER?! YOU MUST BE IN SO MUCH PAIN!”

“Oh, do you mean that big scratch between my wings? Yeah, that one actually kind of hurts. Please be gentle with it.”

“GENTLE?! Spike, this serious! How can I possibly treat this?! And how come you didn’t say anything sooner?” yelled Rarity.

“Rarity, please stay calm. You didn’t see Twilight make this big a deal out of it. It’ll be fine, it just needs to be cleaned out and given some time to heal.”

“But Spike!,” Rarity pleaded.

“Rarity, I promise you that I’ll be okay. It looks a lot worse than it is. If you don’t want to touch it, that’s fine. I’ll get a doctor or some other pony to take a look at it. But if you do insist on continuing, just remember that its not that big a deal, and that I trust you Rarity.”

“Spike, are completely sure you want me doing this?”

“I am”

“Well in that case…,” said Rarity, before rummaging around all the cleaning products surrounding her. “… this is going to sting a bit,” warned Rarity, as she levitated a small veil rubbing alcohol. Rarity poured the clear liquid into the incision, and rubbed it in. Spike gripped the edges of the table, restraining himself from yelling. Rarity then used a fresh cloth to push out the excess alcohol, along with all the debris that had gotten in the cut. Spike felt the stinging quickly flare up to its greatest intensity. It hurt almost as badly as it first did earlier that day, when that larger, and far stronger dragon had pinned Spike down, dug one of his claws into Spike’s scales, and slowly dragged his claw down Spike’s back.

“Are you alright?,” asked Rarity concerningly, after seeing Spike wince as she rinsed the wound with water. Immediately, the stinging nearly faded, and Spike was once again met with relief.

“Yes, I’m okay. Thank you Rarity,” uttered Spike, while offering his best smile.

After Rarity was finished with her task of sanitizing Spike with soap, water, and various other products, she dried him off with a towel. Immediately after, Rarity walked Spike over to the castle’s infirmary, and demanded that a doctor take a look at the scratch oh his back. While most ponies still had very little knowledge of dragon biology, a nurse was able to confirm that the injury would heal on its own in time, and decided to wrap a bandage over the cleaned cut. Spike followed Rarity out of the infirmary with a thin bandage slung over his shoulder, down to his opposite hip, and up over his back.

Spike was just about ready to thank Rarity when she interrupted him again. Rarity escorted Spike through the hallways, directly to his chambers. There, she opened the doors, entered, lifted Spike with her magic again, and promptly lowered him onto his bed. Rarity then briefly left Spike’s chambers without another word, and returned minutes later, levitating several pillows and comforters behind her. Before Spike could object, Rarity began to completely envelope Spike as he laid on his already crowded bed. Spike opened his mouth to argue that it was too warm to be bundled up like he was, but Rarity had already left his chambers again, and immediately returned with several electric fans and portable air coolers. Lastly, Rarity magically summoned two pints of strawberry flavored ice cream that she had stored within the ice box in her home, along with napkins and two silver plated spoons. Rarity pulled up the chair at Spike’s desk alongside Spike’s bed, and sat down across from Spike. Using her magic, Rarity opened the two cartons of ice cream, and telekinetically scoped the two spoons into the containers. Rarity then levitated one of the spoons towards Spike’s face, with a napkin directly beneath it.

“Say ah,” demanded Rarity. This time, Spike did not hesitate, and closed his mouth around the head of the small spoon, before opening his lips again to allow it exit. A napkin immediately swiped across Spike’s lips, making sure there was no possible way that any ice cream got onto the pillows or bedding under, or around him. Rarity then guided the other spoon with ice cream from the other container, and did the same thing for herself.

Rarity slowly went back and forth between her and Spike, one spoonful at a time. After a few more minutes of this, Spike interrupted. “Uh, Rarity, you don’t need to spoon feed me. I can eat on my own just fine,,” reminded Spike.

“Oh, hush now. I don’t want you to have to move another muscle for the rest of the day.”

After that, Spike remained silent. Once both cartons of ice cream were emptied, Rarity put them aside on Spike’s desk to dispose of later. She then set the two used spoons besides them on a clean napkin. “Now Spike, can I get you some tea before supper time?” offered Rarity. “I know you’ve arrived back at the castle after tea-time, but I doubt you had any while you were travelling.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t normally drink tea,” answered Spike, still completely covered in the pillows that Rarity had set around him.

“Well then, may I offer you some gems to snack on.”

“No thanks. It’s already close to dinner time.”

“Well then, would like to listen to some music? Or do you want me to sing a song for you. Or perhaps you want me to read you a story.”

“You don’t have to do any of that for me Rarity. I’m already feeling plenty comfortable as is,” retorted Spike.

“Then is there anything else I can do for you?,” asked Rarity.

Spike, now feeling somewhat suffocated, leaned up, disturbing the intricate structure of pillows and blankets that Rarity had paced over his body. Spike got off his bed, and stood on his feet on the floor besides Rarity. “Rarity why are you doing this?” pleaded Spike.

“Doing what exactly?” questioned Rarity.

“Everything! First you come over and help Twilight complete all of my desk work for the day. Then you decided to give me a bath and treat my cut. After that, you spend over an hour coddling and spoon feeding me ice cream. And now you still want to continue to indulge me. Why? Why do you want to do all this for me all of a sudden? What did I possibly do to deserve all this from you?”

Rarity paused, and then lowered her head in shame. “I just wanted to express my gratitude for you,” she answered. “You have treated me as such many times before, and I figured I could do the same for you for a change. You mean so much to me Spike, and I wanted to make sure you knew that.” Rarity recalled the numerous times when Spike had made her feel like how he must have been feeling now. Times when Spike had spent hours helping her with her work, insisting he do every last little task for her the whole time, and then offering to do some of her chores afterwards. But even then, Spike had never overstayed his welcome for long, or gone as far as to pamper her.

“You didn’t have to do all this for me Rarity. I know that you still care for me, despite what happened between us.”

Rarity paused for another few seconds. “Spike, I believe you already understand the real reason why I’m here. I… wanted to apologize for what I said the last time we met.”

“Oh, it’s okay now Rarity. You don’t need to apologize. You were just telling me how you felt,” Spike murmured. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing to you for leaving you behind like that.”

“No Spike, it’s not okay. What I said to you was far too harsh. Honest or not, you deserved better than that. I now understand why you would want to avoid me, and why you didn’t come back to see me again since. I can also understand why you think any less of me.”

“I don’t think any less of you Rarity. I know that you didn’t mean to hurt me,” assured Spike.

“Spike, please, I know that you’re still hurting. So am I. You shouldn’t feel that you’re unwanted, just because of what happened that day. What hurts me more than what I said, is knowing that I might have very well lost such a special friend.”

“Please don’t think that Rarity. I am sad that you don’t feel the same way about me. But I still want us to be friends, even after what had happened,” responded Spike, solemnly.

“Oh Spike, I just feel awful. You were so young back when I noticed you first had a crush on me. You put up with so much from me. You’ve waited for years for the right moment to confess your feelings. And then, when you finally pour your heart out, and tell me everything, I- I…,” said Rarity, before breaking into a sob. “…I WENT AND CRUSHED YOUR LITTLE HEART LIKE THAT!,” she bawled. “ALL YOU EVER WANTED FROM ME WAS TO LOVE YOU BACK, AND I NEVER DID. I JUST WANTED TO KEEP YOU ALL TO MYSELF WHILE GIVING YOU NOTHING IN RETURN! I CONSTANTLY PLAYED WITH YOUR EMMOTIONS, JUST TO GET MY WAY. I GOT YOU TO DO WHATEVER I WANTED. I EVEN CONVINCED YOU THAT I LOVED YOU, AND NOW…,” Rarity cried, before breaking back into a sob. Her light blue mascara ran down along the cascade of tears flowing down her face. Unable to console herself, Rarity threw her forehooves around Spike, wrapping him in a tight embrace. “…HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY FORGIVE ME?!”

Returning the gesture, Spike held Rarity’s forelegs tightly while she continued to sob over his shoulder. “I still love you Rarity. I know that you can’t love me back, but that doesn’t change anything else between us. And I can certainly forgive you for any time you possibly could have wronged me. I don’t hate you for your faults Rarity, I love you despite them.” Just as Spike had said that, his own tears began running off his face, and onto Rarity’s coat.

“OH SPIKEY-WIKEY, YOU’VE ALWAYS MEANT SO MUCH ME!” bellowed Rarity, clenching Spike even tighter. Standing up on her rear hooves, she was now leaning most of her own weight onto Spike. Partially getting a hold of herself, Rarity began speaking in a softer voice. “I know what it feels like to have unreciprocated feelings for one you admire. I believe you can even recall times when I experienced such circumstances myself. Yet, even in my worst moments, you were always such a sweet little dragon to me. You didn’t deserve to have to go through all that Spike. You deserved to be with a creature who loves you as much as you once loved me.”

Spike continued to clench Rarity, as he supported her upright. “I don’t regret a single living moment I spent with you Rarity. I wouldn’t be the dragon I am now without you. And even if I never find love with another creature, I’m still glad that I got to experience all of this with you.”

“Oh Spike, please don’t say such things! You’re too young to give up hope like that. I’m certain that you’ll find your significant other someday!”

The two continued to take turns admitting whatever was troubling them, with the other taking a moment to console them. They continued as such for several more moments within the confined privacy of Spike’s quarters. The whole time, nothing else mattered more to either of them, than the other. When there was nothing left for either one to say, they continued holding each other in silence. Then, at long last, Spike and Rarity freed each other from their embrace.

The two exited Spike’s chambers later that evening. It was already past Spike’s usual dinner time, but he didn’t care. In that moment, all he cared about was his resolve with the friend who he was now closer to than ever.

As Rarity walked along Spike through the castle, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about her circumstances whenever any pony so much as briefly looked her way as she passed by. She was well aware that any pony who witnessed her enter or exit Spike’s Chambers, also could have easily heard her while she was crying ever so loudly. From this, it was entirely plausible that such a bystander might make some assumptions about the kind of activities that she and Spike had partaken in within the privacy of Spike’s living space. But Rarity gave it no concern. For all she cared, those strangers could assume whatever they wanted, and think whatever they wanted of her. She knew that she had done nothing shameful that evening, and had nothing to regret. In that moment, it was all the peace of mind that Rarity needed.

Once the official visiting hours of Canterlot Castle had ended for the day, Princess Twilight Sparkle left the throne room to complete her other daily responsibilities. After she finished lowering the sun below the horizon and lifting the moon just over the opposite horizon, Twilight made her way through the halls of the castle and tended to her more routine chores. Those chores consisted of tidying up the place, to resupplying her power to the magically burning lanterns that lit the castle. As Twilight was one her way to the castle’s main public stairwell, she spotted Spike and Rarity. The two of them walked beside each other, and were approaching the castle’s front exit.

“I suppose it’s time for me to start heading home Spike,” said Rarity.

“Of course, Rarity, I’m sure you have plenty of your own work to get to.”

“My work is never done.” Rarity turned to look outside through the castle’s gate, and into the stary night sky. “My, what a beautiful sky tonight.”

“It sure is. I’d offer to escort you home Rarity, but I think we’ve already spent more than enough time together for one day. That, and I’m sure that getting home by yourself at this hour won’t be a problem for you anyways.”

“Yes, I can make it home just fine by myself. I agree that it’s probably for the best to take things between us slowly for now. But thank you for offering Spike.”

“No problem.”

“Hey Rarity, I didn’t know you were still here,” said Twilight, as she walked closer. She looked towards Spike and then back at Rarity. “I assume everything turned out well.”

“It sure did Twilight,” responded Rarity.

“Yep,” said Spike, as he nodded his head in agreement.

“Well, I’m glad you were able to work things out between the two of you. I didn’t want to see two of my closest friends rift apart.”

“Twilight, I believe there is something to be learned from all this,” said Rarity. “Even if friends don’t feel the same way about certain things, that’s no reason for them to hide their feelings from each other indefinitely. True friends should be able to be honest to each other about their feelings, and should never feel that they have to hide them.” Rarity looked towards Spike, smiling. “From now on, I promise to be more open with my friends about what I think of them.”

“There’s also something else to be learned,” suggested Spike, looking at Rarity. “True friends can stay together, no matter what comes between them. Regardless of my feelings, I promise to work towards being a better friend first.”

“Spike, I am aware that I suggested we take things slow for now, to avoid causing any complex feelings between us. But I just wanted you to know that you are still welcome to come visit me at your discretion. If you do decide to drop by again, I promise to never use your feelings to lead you into doing work for me. If you ever want help me out again in the future, you will do so out of own voluntary choice, not because I persuaded you.”

“Thanks Rarity. I would also like to remind you that you’re welcome to come to the castle whenever Twilight permits it. And if I happen to be around, you are free to accompany me for however long you wish,” offered Spike.

“As it still stands, you are welcome to come here at any time Rarity,” mentioned Twilight.

“Thank you Twilight,” said Rarity. “And Spike, thank you for being such a lovely friend. You may not be the stallion that I wanted, but I’m certain that you’ll be the special dragon for some other creature out there right now. I just know it. You just have to look for her.”

Spike put a claw behind his head while looking away humbly, as a red blush appeared across his cheeks. “Thanks Rarity, will do,” he mumbled.

“If fact…,” said Rarity, now looking back at Twilight. “…I think I already know exactly who exactly that creature might be,” she said, giving Twilight a knowing look.

Twilight tilted her head in confusion. “Wait… do you mean… ‘the writer’?”

“Yes, her. Do you know the next time she will be in Canterlot?”

“That depends. I can request that she come to the castle if there’s a reason to.”

“Oh, I’m sure we can come up with something. Twilight, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Twilight suddenly realized what Rarity was suggesting, and gave the same knowing look back to Rarity. “I think I know exactly what you’re thinking Rarity. Something can certainly be arranged.”

“Would you be able to give me an exact date in the future Twilight,” asked Rarity. “If this were to happen, I’ll need to book an appointment at my shop the day prior.”

“Sure thing, Rarity.”

Spike looked back and forth between Twilight and Rarity, trying to decipher the exact meaning of what they were saying to each other. “Can either of you please tell me what’s going on?”

Both Rarity and Twilight looked at Spike with wide grins on their faces. “Oh, I think you’ll figure it out soon enough,” suggested Twilight.

Planned Reunion

“Rarity are you sure this is a good idea?” asked Spike worriedly.

“Of course, it’s a good idea. Even if it wasn’t, its far too late to turn back now. Hold still Spike, I need to fix your collar,” said Rarity, as she adjusted Spike’s shirt with her hooves.

Rarity had Spike over for an appointment yesterday, where she took his measurements. With his measurements and his anatomy in mind, Rarity went on to make the very shirt that Spike was now wearing. The shirt was green with a simple golden yellow pattern etched into the hems and collar. The article of clothing fitted perfectly around Spike’s arms, neck and upper torso, with two rectangular holes on the backside to allow his wings to go through it. Spike had repeatedly offered to pay Rarity for the shirt that she had custom tailored for him, but Rarity declined. Rarity claiming that “it was part of her duty” as his friend, and that she wanted it to be a gift.

Spike and Rarity were waiting in a public square, just outside one of the gardens surrounding Canterlot Castle. Once Rarity had refolded the back of the collar of Spike’s new shirt, she took her hooves off of Spike. “Keep a look out Spike, they should be here any minute now,” affirmed Rarity, looking at a nearby street clock.

Then, in the distance, Rarity saw Twilight soar down from the skies above, with another winged creature flying behind her. The surrounding ponies made ample space for Princess Twilight Sparkle and her company to land. They all turning to face and bow towards their princess, her as her hooves touched the cobblestone. The accompanying creature, with lion paws on its rear legs, large, feathered wings, a long, slender tail, a yellow birdlike beak, and large talons at the ends of the forelegs, was clearly a griffon. Upon further inspection, Rarity recognized the young griffon’s grey and white feathered body, confirming the griffon’s identity. Spike, however, had recognized Gabby as soon as he spotted her.

“There she is! Go get her Spike!” cheered Rarity, as she gave Spike a forward push with her forehooves. Spike quickly stepped forward to stay balanced. Keeping up this momentum, Spike continued briskly walked towards Twilight.

“I’m here Twilight,” reported Spike.

“Excellent, you’re right on time,” commented Twilight. “Spike, Gabby, I’ve brought you both here today to complete an important task. There are numerous archives in Canterlot Library that contain information pertaining to public records and official documents. The issue of concern involves the archived documents that pertain to all publicly and privately owned parks within the city of Canterlot and its surrounding areas. As I have recently witnessed myself, those particular archives are in a major state of disarray and need to be organized. Normally, this would be the responsibility of the Canterlot Library staff, but as of now, their hooves are full handling other more important matters. That just leaves the two of you. Gabby, I have already sent a letter to your supervisor. If you agree to do this for me, you will be relieved of your mail carrier duties for the day, and will be appropriately compensated for your effort. With all that said, Spike, Gabby, are you both up for this task?”

“I sure am,” insisted Spike.

“I can certainly help out if you need me to,” offered Gabby.

“Great, I knew I could count on you,” exclaimed Twilight. Twilight then magically manifested two pieces of paper if front of her, and gave one to Spike and Gabby. “These are your passes. They will grant you unrestricted access within Canterlot Library for a whole day. When you arrive there, show these papers to the main reception, and some pony will take you to where you are needed. Once there, I want the historical park archives organized by region, then zone, then by induvial plots of land, and then in chronological order of when they were first released. If you both work hard together and do things right, you should finish by the end of the day. Do you understand?”

“Yes Twilight,” affirmed Gabby and Spike simultaneously.

“Good. I must now be off. I’ll be in Canterlot Castle if either of you run into any issues. See you then,” said Twilight, before magically teleporting herself away (an extremely useful yet difficult skill that Twilight had mastered years ago).

“You got all that?,” asked Gabby, now looking at Spike.

“I sure did. Twilight said to go to Canterlot Library, go to archive section about city parks, and then organize them in order of region, zone, induvial plots, and then chronologically,” answered Spike.

“Good, I was just checking. The princess made it sound like this was really important. But do you have any idea why she chose us in particular Spike? I mean, I get that you’re Princess Twilight’s top assistant, but why would she send me here for this kind of work?”

After hearing the particularly suspicious exchange between Twilight and Rarity at the castle over a month ago, Spike had finally gotten wise to their plan just earlier that day. He had figured out why Rarity had insisted on making a fancy new shirt for him to wear for otherwise no apparent reason, and why Twilight had spontaneously decided to summon Gabby of all creatures, for some previously undisclosed task. But by the time Spike had realized what was going on, he was already in too deep. Deciding that it would be for the best, Spike chose to just play along the best he could.

“I’m not entirely sure about that either Gabby. Maybe Twilight thought that we would work well together as a team,” suggested Spike, not necessarily telling any lies. “All Twilight told me this morning was to meet you here in advance. This was the first I heard about what we would be doing.”

Gabby took another look at Spike, examining his appearance. “Say, that’s a nice looking shirt Spike. May I ask where you got it?”

“A friend of mine made it for me.”

“Oh yeah, you’re friends with that famous tailor, Rarity. I bet she made it for you.”

“Yes, you would be correct. If you really like it, I could ask Rarity to make one for you too. That way, we could have matching shirts. I could even pay for the commission.”

“That sound neat. Maybe we can do that later.”

“Say, Gabby, I just noticed, something looks different about you since I last saw you. Did you recently trim some of your feathers?”

“Oh, you noticed! Yes, I have gotten some of my feathers trimmed. They get really annoying when they get caught in things or hang in front of your face.”

“Well, I say look much better this way Gabby, not that there was anything wrong with how you looked before.”

“Why thank you Spike,” said Gabby, somewhat shyly. “I think we should get started with Twilight’s task soon. Do you know where Canterlot Library is?”

“Yes, its just a few blocks from here. Once you see it, you can’t miss it.”

“Excellent! I’m getting paid to spend the whole day working alongside you Spike.”

“I’m just glad that you’re here Gabby. I honestly had no idea that I would ever get the chance to see you again this soon. It means a lot to me.”

“You mean a lot to me too Spike.”

After Gabby’s last remark, an abrupt silence fell between the two. Spike and Gabby bashfully turned away from each other, neither knowing what to say. After a few seconds, Spike broke the silence.

“Twilight made it sound like there was a lot of work for us to do. Like you said, we should get a move on. We’re expected to finish sorting those archives by the end of the day.”

“Agreed. Now may you show me the way to the library?”

“Certainly”

And with that, Spike took off into the air, with Gabby flying closely after him. Away and to the edge of the public space, Twilight and Rarity were sitting at a table on some chairs outside a local restaurant, behind a wall of shrubbery. Using a sound transferring spell that Twilight cast, the two had listened to Spike’s and Gabby’s conversation as they observed them through a gap between the trimmed bushes. Upon Spike’s and Gabby’s departure, Twilight dispelled her sound transfer spell.

“Oh, those two are just absolutely adorable together, aren’t they Twilight!” squealed Rarity.

“They sure are,” agreed Twilight.

“I know. I’m just so happy that this all worked out so well.”

“I’m so proud of Spike. He’s finally moving on in the world,” said Twilight, as two singles tears slid down her face.

“Twilight, whatever is the matter?,” asked Rarity concerningly.

“I remember getting so frustrated with Spike when he was younger. I just wanted him to grow up, and to stop driving me crazy. But now I realize that Spike will never be the same young dragon he was, ever again,” said Twilight, restraining herself from crying any further. “I had no idea he would grow up this quickly.”

Rarity moved her forehoof over Twilight’s hoof that she had resting on the restaurant table. “You did an excellent job raising Spike. Accepting all of this is for the best. You have nothing to be ashamed about how Spike turned out, Twilight,” affirmed Rarity, doing her best to console her friend.

“Thank you Rarity,” said Twilight, before sniffing and taking a deep breath. “Although I didn’t exactly raise Spike by myself. For years, I had you and the rest of my friends to help me. Combined, all of you taught him more than I ever could have done on my own. Especially you Rarity.”

“There’s no need to thank me Twilight. I was just trying to do my part as a friend. And you’re right Twilight, Spike will never be the same as he was before. While that cute, adorable, and innocent dragon who first followed you into Ponyville has been long gone, we instead have the proper young dragon that he is today. And don’t forget, Spike still has a lot more growing up to do.”

“I didn’t forget about that Rarity. Given the length of an average dragon’s life span, Spike is still practically a toddler. It will be decades before he’s fully grown. Still, it’s going to be a bit difficult getting used to all these changes. For now, I just hope things turn out well between Spike and Gabby.”

“They’ll be fine, they’re practically a match made in heaven. I would just love to follow and listen in on them, but I wouldn’t dare want to intrude. For now, I suggest that we just let things play out between them,” said Rarity, before leaning back in her seat to take a look up at the sky. “I’m certainly going to miss being Spike’s favorite. Things may have certainly changed between me and him, but what we have is something very special. And no matter what happens to Spike in the future, he will always be our precious little Spikey-Wikey.”

“Gee Rarity, I had no idea you still felt so strongly about him. If I had to guess, I’d bet you’ve had some second thoughts about Spike’s proposal to be his mare-friend. Am I right?,” teased Twilight.

“Twilight, what I am going to say is for your ears, and your ears alone. Do you understand?,” declared Rarity in a bold tone. Twilight nodded in response. Rarity leaned her head in, and spoke in a softer voice. “Even ignoring some of the blaringly obvious details such as his age and his species, Spike still has plenty that he needs to work on. But even so, he can be very romantic when gets things right. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t considered Spike’s proposal for at least a moment.”

An awkward silence fell between Rarity and Twilight. A small smirk escaped Twilight, which caused Rarity to giggle in reply. The two friends then immediately erupted into hysterical laughter, allowing their concerns and worries to fade away into the late summer winds.

A Brighter Future

Several years went by since Rarity and Spike had fully opened up to each other. During that time, Spike had kept up his habit of visiting Rarity, even if his visits were not as frequent as they once were. While Spike would sometimes come to do labor, complete errands, or offer his professional services, most often he only arrived to exchange pleasantries. Rarity, despite becoming busier than ever over those years, would still occasionally find the time to meet with Spike during her own free time. Sometimes they would even go out gem hunting, something they once used to do frequently. Sure, Rarity had definitely noticed Spike become more apathetic and less subservient towards her over the years, but she still couldn’t feel happier for it. Every time Spike would attempt to please her, Rarity knew that it was not done out of some misplaced affection, but out of mutual respect.

Taking a break from carrying her new supply of clothing materials on a particular afternoon, Rarity took a rest at a conveniently located bench. Taking the time to relax her legs, Rarity gazed up into the sky above, which was completely busy with the pegasi and various other winged creatures who were living in Equestria. Off in the distance, Rarity spotted two creatures away from the crowded airspace. Taking a closer work, Rarity observed what looked like a young adult dragon with purple and green scales on his body, accompanied by a large griffon with grey and white feathers along her long wings. Rarity noticed that the two were wearing a very familiar set of matching green shirts with the same golden yellow pattern etched into them. Rarity couldn’t help but smile.