The semi confession of a purple, baby dragon.

A cold, subtle breeze blew across the small purple scales of a familiar baby dragon as he sat outside the Carousel Boutique. A soft, mournful sigh drew out of his mouth and clashed with the whispery noise of the cold breezes that passed through his spines.

After a few lousy moments swept by he finally decided to get up and try knocking. But, what good would that do? He just needed to come straight and accept the fact that it could never work. A pony and a dragon? It’s a tale nopony, dragon, griffon, manticore, or anything in the wide land of Equestria had heard of! Another mournful sigh passed and he decided to knock, so he did and then…he waited.

Five minutes and two shivers had passed and there was still no answer. He knew it was late but it wasn't that late. Most ponies were up at this hours, well, Twilight was. A little angry, he knocked harder but, immediately wished he hadn't because even if she wasn't sleeping he did not wish to annoy her. A melancholy sigh and a half, the door slowly creaked open and the little purple scaled dragons heart. Jumped.

A million good thoughts and wondrous memories filled his mind as he could already picture that angelic alabaster coat that connected to a smile that could warm hearts in mere seconds. But, then he took a second to realize that the angelic coat was far to small to be hers? Finally, reality struck him and he was standing face to face with a rather tired filly.

“Spike?” She yawned. He blushed nervously and toed the ground while the filly rubbed her tired eye with a foreleg.

“Uh…Hi, Sweetie Belle. Is…um, Is your sister home?” He felt like quickly saying goodnight and goodbye then making a run back home but, he had to do this.

He blushed harder when he noticed that the recent tired Sweetie Belle was now fully alert and giggling like a mad mare.

“Why do you want to see her?” She asked through a bright smile.

“I…need to ask her- no, I need to tell her something.” He could feel his confidence growing with every word but weakening when he looked at that smile.

“Well, she’s not here…But, you could tell me and I could tell her when she gets back tomorrow morning!”  Her smile brightened while Spike thought to himself No, how could I tell Sweetie Belle if I can’t even tell Rarity? Sweetie Belle looked at him questionably and he simply told her to give him a minute. What if I come back in the morning and I can’t do it? Then, I have to live through this for even longer then I have been. He put his head in his claws and screamed and Sweetie took a step back, unsure of what to do.

“Okay” Spike had said through his claws. Rising his head dramatically slow he looked Sweetie Belle directly in her dazzling lime-green eyes and said. “I can trust you, right?” Sweetie Belle nodded slowly in a confused agreement. “Good. Now you have to promise not to tell anypony.”

“Cross my heart and hoped to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye” and just as the little filly had finished placing a hoof over her eye, Spike had sighed yet again.

“In the morning, when Rarity arrives, I want you to tell her that I stopped by last night and told you these exact words.” He waited for her nodded agreement and surely as Celestia rises the sun every morning, it came.

“Rarity, I think about you twenty-four seven and it drives me mad. I long to be with you but I know that it can’t be and probably will never be. A dragon and a pony would be against the laws of nature but, if I could, I would change myself just to be with you. I would become a pony and hold you in my hooves all night and into the morning, and even then, I would not wish to let you go. You are my angel and I am your lost soul, you are my sun and I am your sky, You are my pony and I shall forever be your dragon. Even after our bodies have grown old and cold, my love will still pulse for you. I love you Rarity.” He sighed as he finished and looked up again to see a teary-eyed filly, shaking uncontrollably. In the moment she hugged him and hugged him tightly and he hugged back just as tight and almost in unison they cried.

After about a half hour of warm embrace and warmer tears. Sweetie Belle let go, gave a weak smile, and withdrew in her home whispering a soft goodnight. Spike whispered in return and sniffled before making his leave and dragging himself back to the Golden Oaks library, where he knew he would lay for hours unable to sleep. Though, upon arriving to his house slash library he was stopped by none other then Twilight asking him where he had gone.

Spike had no intention to lie to his half sister half mother so he simply told her the truth and she believed him, like usual, then sent him on his way. After making his way up the stairwell he stumbled into his warm bed where he lay until shortly after, Twilight had come up with a stack of books. He could hear the creaks coming off her bed as she scrambled onto it, and the soft whisking noise as she flipped through each page almost quietly.

He sighed softly and within minutes he heard the familiar creaks as Twilight leaned over to glance at him.

“Spike? You okay?” She whispered down to him in a motherly tone. He sighed again in response and now she leaned even closer, so close even that Spike could feel her soft breathing on his spines.

“Spike?” She gently nudged him and a soft groan escaped him.

“Is this about Rarity?” He turned and looked up into her sweet, loving eyes and almost wept but, he knew he would just look like a baby and ladies don’t fall for babies. Slowly he felt his body being levitated and when he opened his eyes he was curled up in the soft blankets of Twilight's bed with a warm and comforting hoof wrapped around him.

“Everything will be fine, Spike. Everything will be just fine.” Twilight kept repeating these words until she heard the soft snores of the tiny ball of scales. Now, she sighed and hoped everything would be fine. Just fine.