Morning afterView OnlineIncombatibilityMorning afterIt was early morning in Ponyville. The sun had just risen over the horizon, its rays eagerly hugging the landscape. Like every morning the birds greeted Celestia’s sun with their gleeful song. While the birds were active, very few ponies had even gotten out of bed, the weekend was for resting after all right? One of those ponies, or dragons actually, was Spike. Getting out of bed was always a chore for him, no matter how much older he got. Unfortunatly for him, his internal clock just ticked for him to wake up. He opened his eyes painfully slow, the world nothing but blurry bright shapes. Then everything came into focus. He wasn’t at the library. Rarity’s room was huge and circular. The walls were painted with a de-saturated purple. Mannequin ponies were on the other side of the room near the open window. Her desk was a disaster area. What did she call it? Organized Chaos? Sketches of designs and fabric where pilled high on the desk and even a few pieces littered the floor near it. The shelf next to it at least had fabric organized by colors. Nonetheless the room was neat and spacious. “Wha-“ Then the memories came flooding into his mind. He suddenly remembered everything that had happened last night. The night out on the town. The dinner and the wine. The smooth jazz. Fancy cheese and chocolates. Slow dancing. Whispering tender words. Passion, and lust. All of yesterdays date with Rarity, crystal clear and real. “Rarity?” he called out, looking around the room. No answer, he climbed out of bed and made his way downstairs. After many years of living in Ponyville Spike had grown exceptionally. On two legs he stood much higher than Rarity but he wasn’t huge. His body seemed to slim down as if to accommodate for flying. He even has small wings that sprouted out of his back. Unfortunately he still couldn’t fly with them. Rainbow Dash always teased him every chance she got when Spike was around, he didn’t take it to seriously it was Rainbow dash after all. When he got to the stairs, he saw Rarity lying face down on her longue chaise. At first glace she appeared to be sleeping. Upon getting closer he realized she was sobbing. “Rarity! Are you alright?!” Her face shot up from the pillow she was smothering, startled by Spikes voice. She almost forgot he spent the night here. Her eyes slightly red and tears trailed down her face from the crying. “S-spike…” Panic was plastered all over Spikes face. He went to embrace her and she hugged him back with increased fervor. “What happened?! Did somepony hurt you?!” Spike’s voice was nearly cracking with panic. “No, no. Spike.” Rarity dug her face into the base of his neck. “I’m… fine.” She snuggled into him even more. “You don’t look fine.” Spike brought his eyes to hers. “Is this about last night? I thought you had a great time. Did I do something wrong?” “NO! Of course not. Last night was one of the best I had in a long time!” Rarity didn’t break eye contact with him. She held one of her hooves on the side of his face and brought her face a little closer. She took in a deep breath, paused, then let her breath out. “I went to the library this morning.” Spikes jaw dropped. “You told Twilight!?!?” Tears began to well up in his eyes. “Does she not want us togeth-“ “NO SPIKE.” Rarity yelled. After giving him a stern look for a few seconds she continued. Her expression softened. “She is so, very proud of you, or us I should say. She wishes the absolute best for us and is elated that were together.” “I don’t understand, why where you crying then?” Rarity broke eye contact, looking at the floor. “Uh, Well…” Rarity gulped. “She gave me some… bad news.” “Bad news?” Spike asked. Rarity looked up. Spike couldn’t gauge her emotions but she did carry a soft smile. She brought her hoof back up to his face, gently caressing that light green fin Spike had on his cheek. “Bad news.” She confirmed, nodding slowly. “Which is…?” Rarity went back to analyzing the floor. She started trembling. She mumbled a few words. “What?” Spike couldn't make the words out. Rarity literally grabbed him and shook him silly. “Ponies and dragons can’t have babies!!!” Rarity screamed into him, fresh tears trailing back down her cheeks. Her face was something Spike never wanted to see from her. Equal parts frustration and sadness. “Rarity…” Her name came out the same way as an apology would sound. Closing his eyes, Spike gently pushed his muzzle into hers. He placed one hand behind her neck and the other on the back of her head. Rarity gently pushed into him, needing this kiss more than the very oxygen she breathed. Even with her eyes shut the tears kept coming. Rarity didn’t want to let him go. She wrapped her fore legs around his neck. He had this warm aura to him, he was a dragon after all. She wanted this to last forever. To be here, protected by the dragon the loves her more than anything. After what felt like days of kissing, they parted. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” Rarity sobbed into him. Spike just held her in his arms tightly. “W-were incompatible!” Rarity screamed. She just couldn’t keep it together anymore. She just sobbed into him, crying and blubbering incoherent nonsense. After a few minutes of crying, Spike finally spoke up after she calmed down a bit. “Rarity, do… Do you really want kids in the future?” “Yes I do Spike, I sincerely do. Spike, last night was amazing. It was everything dreams were made out of.” “You’re telling me.” Rarity smiled. She took in a breath and continued. “Last night made me realize how much I truly love you. And… I discovered how much I want to start a family with you. To spend the rest of my years with you.” Spike pecked her quickly on the lips and smiled lovingly back to her. “Love you too Rarity. Always will. I’m so happy that you want to start a family with me. It means so much.” Spike beamed. "But did Twilight really tell you it's impossible for dragons and ponies to have offspring?" He asked. Rarity nodded slowly. "She had a book." Rarity stammered. Spike rolled his eyes. "She really does have a book for everything, doesn't she?." Rarity let out small giggle. "Rarity, I want you to know that I will be there for you, always. Unfortunately, this is a problem we can't really fix, can we? It's just how biology works. Or for our case, doesn't work." Rarity frowned. However deep down she understood. “Besides...” Spike added. Rarity met his eyes again and listened intently. “Aren’t you awfully busy with clients and working on designs? And I still help Twilight around the library. So, I mean, do you think now is really the best time to raise a child? We both do lead busy lives.” Rarity sniffled. “You’re right my dear. But I was so hopeful for the future. I guess I don’t really want to start a family right now, but I… I-” Rarity’s eyes began to tear up again. Spike held her tightly. “Shhhh, shhhhh. Enough crying, I’m tired of seeing you cry.” Rarity steeled herself and gave Spike the biggest smile she could muster. “Okay no more crying.” Rarity chimed. “Good.” Spike pecked her on the lips again. “Now how about breakfast?” “Tempting darling, but I actually want to go back to bed.” She separated herself from Spike and made her way upstairs. Spike looked back at her, slightly confused. “Does crying really take that much out of you?” Rarity looked back at him with half lidded eyes. “Well no, but I read in the paper that a recent study showed most mares actually prefer the mornings for… lovemaking.” She smiled mischievously at him, the last word dripping with forced seductiveness. Spikes jaw nearly hit the floor. Rarity stood at the threshold of her room. She brought her hoof to her lips, kissed it, then blew it to Spike. Then made a beckoning motion with her hoof. “Care for another round Spikey-Wikey?” Spike couldn’t get up those stairs fast enough.
The libraryView OnlineIncombatibilityThe library“Here.” Twilight levitated the old dusty tome to Spike and Rarity sitting at one of the tables in her library. Spike held the ancient book. He read the title, “Theories of Dragon Biology and behavior by renowned naturalist Robert Plot.” Spike raised an eyebrow. “This is your evidence? This book is a practically a fossil.” Spike nearly choked on the dust coming off of it. “Well, I didn’t directly say dragons and ponies can’t have kids. To specify, I said that there have never been any documented cases of it.” Twilight took a sip her tea. Rarity blushed a little. “I just assumed the worst, pardon me for being a drama queen earlier this morning dear.” Spike sighed. “It’s alright Rarity.” Spike had one arm wrapped around Rarity, holding her close. “Sadly, ponies don’t have a lot information on dragons. What we do know about them is the obvious or outdated like this book here.” Twilight explained. “So now what?” Spike remarked. “Well, I think we should consult an expert.” Twilight took another sip of tea. “Do you have one in mind?” Twilight let out a grin. “Celestia.” Rarity and Spike both shared the same shocked face. “Oh come on guys, I’m sure she has to know something about this, or she may even have a better book in the Canterlot archives.” Rarity and Spike turned to each other, both looking a little worried. “You want to try Rarity?” Spike asked. Rarity thought for a few seconds, thinking carefully. “Yes. Yes I do. But only if it’s not too much trouble for the Princess. She must be dreadfully busy, being the princess and all.” Rarity answered. “Great! Spike take a letter please!” Spike found a piece of parchment and a quill pen. Twilight told him exactly what to write word for word. The letter was left a little vague, this was a sensitive issue after all. Spike lit the letter up in green flames and it fizzled into nothing. “Now we wait.” Twilight stated. An awkward silence fell between them for a few seconds. “So...” BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM Twilight, Spike and Rarity were hit by a blinding white light and blast of sound emanating from the middle of the library. The sound itself shook the library like an earthquake. “Finally I get out of that cramped palace! Geeeeez, let me tell you being cooped up in there gives ya the biggest kink in the neck!” “Discord?!” “Righta-roony!” Discord was bending his neck in exaggerated ways that no other living creature could bend. His neck bones made audible popping noises as he aligned them. Twilight was just a surprised as Spike and Rarity were. All of them disoriented from the mortar of chaos going off in Twilight’s library. “Here ya go kiddo, straight from the hoofs of Princess Sunny-Buns herself!” Discords arm dislocated from his body and floated over to Twilight. It gave her a neatly rolled paper with a wax stamp holding it together with a red ribbon. Twilight let it fall on the floor and looked at it. She frowned then eyed Discord intently. “Well aren’t you going to read it?” Discord was eating from a bag of popcorn he pulled out of nowhere. “I would if it was the real letter from the princess.” Twilight didn’t break her glare. Discord cracked up. “Oh Twilight you know me all too well. That letter was rigged to explode right in your face. Ink would've gone everywhere!” Discord pantomimed an explosion with his arms. With a snap the real letter appeared before her, it was a plain piece of paper but Twilight could tell it was authentic. Twilight began reading aloud. “My most faithful student, I’m sorry to inform you that I was too busy with some ambassadors to actually read your letter. Right as I got it Discord volunteered himself to come to your assistance. I reluctantly let him leave the palace. See to it he does everything within his power to aid you. If he causes to much trouble send me another letter and I’ll see if I can dispatch Luna to come help. My apologies, Princess Celestia” “Perfect.” Twilight brought a hoof to her face. “See! It’s almost like I’m her faithful little student just like you.” Just then Discord sprouted hair on his head identical to Twilight’s mane. Twilight looked unamused. Seeing that Twilight wasn’t having any of it Discord crossed his arms. “So how can ol’ Discord help you?” It was the first time he sounded serious since he’s been here. “Well, I don’t need your help...” Twilight then lifted her hoof and pointed at Spike and Rarity. “They do.” “Do they?!” He yelled eagerly. He raised his arm and and snapped his fingers. In a flash Rarity and Spike were sitting on a couch across from Discord as he sat in a large armchair. He had a suit and glasses on. “Now tell me...” He took out a pad of paper and pen. He cleared his throat and paused for a few seconds. “Do dragons have one penis or two? I’ve always wondered-” Spike jolted up. “That’s it! I’m done!” He roared. Rarity’s entire face was red as a beet. She brought her hooves up to cover her face in embarrassment. Discord fell out of his chair guffawing, his arms grasping his stomach. “Discord!!!” Twilight boomed. Discord payed no attention to Twilight. In a burst of fire and rage Twilight spontaneously combusted, her coat becoming a burning white and her hair literally catching fire. This caught Discords attention. She teleported in front of him, her gaze crushing his resolve. “You listen to me you neutered chaos god! So help me I’ll-” “Woah, woah. Okay Twilight. Take it easy. I’ll help them. Geez, back off already.” Discord held up his hands, surrendering. Twilight backed off, turning back to her normal form. “Seriously?” Twilight replied. Discord stuck his arm down his throat and pulled out a beating heart and a marker. “Cross my heart.” Discord then drew an “X” on his still beating heart and showed it to Twilight. Twilight looked equal parts disgust and unamused. He then swallowed the heart in one gulp and wiped his hands together. “Now then...” He floated over to Spike and Rarity. “So seriously, what’s eating you two?” The Draconequus asked. “If you must know, Spike and I are trying to have a child. And we need to know one thing.” Rarity took in a breath. “Can dragons and ponies have babies?” Rarity asked. Discord, looking completely confused, was caught off guard by the question. He thought long and hard, stroking his beard. Discord shrugged. “Hell if I know.” “Oh come on!” Rarity threw her forelegs in the air. “You have to know something!” Spike looked just as frustrated as Rarity. “For as long as I’ve been alive, I can’t say I’ve ever heard of a dragon and pony couple let alone a hybrid of the two. All the dragons I knew about were more fond of treasure than they were of ponies.” Rarity sighed. She leaned into Spike for comfort. He responded by wrapping his arms around her. “I guess we will have to wait and see what happens.” Spike said. Rarity sniffled, getting teary out of frustration. “Well...” Discord began. All eyes were on Discord. “You guys consider adoption?” He inquired. Rarity and Spike turned to face each other. “Why didn’t we think of that?!” Rarity happily shouted into Spikes face. Spike scratched the back of his neck, a little embarrassed. “Thats actually a good idea. Can’t believe it never crossed our minds.” He looked up at Discord. “Thanks.” With a snap Discord made a small piece of paper appear in front of Spike. “What’s this?” “Your bill.” Discord responded with a toothy grin. Twilight, Spike and Rarity all had unamused looks on their faces. “Can’t blame a guy for trying right?” Twilight walked between Discord and the couple. “I’m sure Celestia needs you back at the palace now.” Twilight insisted, her frayed nerves showed in her voice. Discord got on his knees and clasped his hands together, begging. “Can I see Fluttershy first?” He even made his lip quiver. “Pweeease?” Twilight groaned “Fine.” “Yes!” Discord shot up in the air, almost hitting the ceiling. “Good luck with the whole adoption thing. Catch you love birds later.” In a flash, Discord was gone. They waited a few seconds, making sure he was actually gone. Twilight went back to the table with her tea pot, poured herself a cup and took a hearty swig. She sighed, tea really calmed her down on stressful days. Rarity and Spike got up and sat with her at the table. Twilight poured a cup of tea for both of them. “If I’m not mistaken, I believe the nearest orphanage is in Canterlot.” Twilight said. “Good.” Rarity chimed. “Spike and I will go when we feel ready.” They were all at an agreement. “To the future?” Twilight held up her little cup. “To the future.” All three gently hit their cups together, cheering for the future. “You know Twilight, when we get a child, do you know what that is going to make you?” Spike began. “What?” “A grandmother.” Spike smirked. Twilight picked up the book on the table with her magic and proceeded to fling it at Spike. He crashed to the floor as it struck him. “Okay that was uncalled for!” Spike called from the floor. Twilight and Rarity shared a little laugh.
CanterlotView OnlineIncombatibilityCanterlot“All day at the Canterlot archives and that was the only spell we could find?” “Yeah, I’m just as disappointed as you are Rarity. I was hoping that we could have found an alternative spell.“ “But that spell had to be the only one we could find, and I am not having it performed on me!” “So, magic is out of the question?” “I’m sorry Spike, but I am NOT laying eggs.” Rarity affirmed. “Don’t apologize, Rarity. I understand.” Silence fell between them. They didn’t really have much else to say. They tried the old fashioned way, they tried turning to magic and now they are left with the last option. Adoption. “At least Celestia let us stay here in this guest suite at her castle. The view from here is really helping me to relax.” She sighed, sitting at the threshold of the balcony and the room. “It’s beautiful.” “The view isn’t the only thing that’s beautiful.” “Oh stop!” Rarity gushed. “You can be so corny at times… in an adorable way though.” Spike came up from behind her and just held her. Rarity leaned back into him, sighing and relaxing her body. It was a long day at the Canterlot archives as they searched though thousands of books with little to show for it. They both looked on at the mountains cradling a sunset. Vivid orange and purple clouds squeezed the horizon. Celestia’s sun was surrendering to the night. The stars just barely noticeable, but still visible. “Spike?” “Hmm?” She hesitated, fearful of her words. “How… How do you feel about all this, kid stuff? Adoption seems like the answer now.” He placed his head on her shoulder, gently cuddling her. Spike Chuckled. “Honestly, I can’t express how nervous I am.” Rarity brought her hoof up to caress his cheek, comforting him. Spike continued. “This is going to change our lives, forever.” Rarity nodded. “I know.” “While I may be nervous, I’m just so, happy. I really think what we’re doing is the best possible outcome.” Rarity wistfully looked on as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. They watched as the night crept over the land. “Although, I don’t really know the first thing about being a fa-“ “Spike, somewhere out there, is a foal, and that foal needs us. A mother and a father that will love and protect that foal.” Rarity turned away from the balcony and faced Spike. She rested her hooves on his shoulders. Spike and Rarity locked eyes, lost in each other. Her smile rivaled anything Pinkie could muster. “And trust me, I know for a fact who that father is.” Spike dived into her, boldly pressing his muzzle into hers. He embraced her, one arm holding her back while his other hand grasped her thigh. She relished times when Spike was forceful, his audacity quickly elicited a throaty moan out of Rarity. She drove her tongue into Spikes mouth, exploring and poking at his teeth. She quickly met opposition, his snake-like tongue traced over hers, pushing it back. Rarity stared hungrily into Spike with half-lidded eyes. She loved the taste of Spikes breath. It was blazing hot and had a fine smoky taste to it. To Spike, Rarity’s breath had a mild sweetness that he cherished. Rarity lost track of where she was, being led back into the suite. Before Rarity knew it she landed backwards on the bed, belly up and panting. Spike towered over her, he was out of breath as well. As Spike looked like he was just about to continue his assault, he kissed her on the nose and cheerfully smiled back at her. Rarity let out a little squeak at the gesture. “You’re too cute for your own good, you know that?” Rarity lovingly growled at him. “That was just a thanks for believing in me.” Rarity pouted. “A kiss on the nose, is that all I get?” How on earth could she sound seductive and sad at the same time? “Is that not enough for the element of generosity?” Rarity stared longingly into his eyes, hers half lidded. She bit her lower lip knowing very well how Spike would react. Oh dear Celestia that face. The night was theirs and theirs alone. -- The Canterlot orphanage wasn’t a very large building, in fact, it was a cottage on the outskirts of the city. While the orphanage was rather small the yards around it were huge, the kids needed some place to play right? The building was made of adobe and red brick, a chimney was to the rear of the cottage. Knock knock. Dewberry, the caretaker of the orphanage, wasn’t expecting any visitors that day. She hadn’t gotten any calls. She quickly closed her book, got up from her desk and answered the door. “Welcome! How may…I...” Her eyes shot open to the size of dinner plates. She was frozen in place, fear paralyzing her muscles. Dragon. That’s a dragon. A fire breathing, pony eating, village destroying dragon! Here, in front of the orphanage. My orphanage. Here, right now. On this bright sunny day. Dragon. Dewberry screamed and slammed the door. “Well, that’s a wonderful first impression.” Spike said with sarcasm. “I know, I mean, do I really look that bad without make up on?” Rarity joked. They looked at each other and sighed, their last option may not go as smoothly as they hoped. Knock knock. “Go away! You can’t eat any of my foals! You hear me!!!” The mare shouted through the door. “Darling, I promise you we’re here for adoption. Spike here is a gentle drake, he wouldn’t hurt a fly.“ Dewberry instincts told her to lock the door and wait for them to go away. Her instincts told her to never trust a dragon or anyone working with a dragon. Yet, the mare cracked the door open just enough were she could look outside. “What do you want?” “We would like to adopt a foal.” Rarity repeated, giving a casual smile. Spike waved his hand nervously. Dewberry gulped. She opened the door and stepped outside, shutting the door behind her. She sat down, nearly leaning against the door. “Are you really telling me the truth? Or are you going grocery shopping for him?” Dewberry pointed an accusatory hoof at Spike. If Rarity or Spike were offended, they hid it very well. Rarity took a breath. “Well, Spike here is a sweety once you get to know him.“ Rarity wrapped her forelegs around Spike, cuddling him. Spike thought she was over doing it a little. The caretaker didn’t look convinced. Rarity sighed, “I guess I’ll start from the beginning.” She explained everything. How ponies raised Spike, how they met and became a couple. She explained how either naturally or magically creating a child was impossible for them. Dewberry listened to the entire story. “And that leaves us here at your orphanage. Do you understand?” Dewberry was pensive, rubbing her hoof to her chin. She then looked up at Spike. Spike was still a little nervous. Dewberry got up and went right up to Spike. She glared up at him, staring daggers. After a few awkward seconds she reared back. Spike sighed in relief. This mare was serious about protecting her orphans. “Alright, come on in.” “Oh, thank you! You don’t understand how much this means to us.” Rarity was elated. “Just listen to me for a second.” Dewberry began. “These kids mean the world to me and their happiness means so much more. I just want you to know that if you hurt anyone of them in any way. It will be hell to pay. Do I make myself clear?” Spike gulped. “Crystal.” He muttered. Dewberry smiled wide. “Great!” She led the couple into the cottage. Rarity and Spike followed closely. “The kids are playing outside right now, let’s introduce you to all of them.” Dewberry led them to the back yard, the sound of kids playing getting louder. Dewberry opened the door to the backyard. “Here we are-“ “Let go! It’s my doll!” A filly whined. “Well I don’t see your name on it!” A colt yelled back. In the middle of the yard was a filly and a colt tugging at a pony shaped ragdoll. Several other foals watched in a circle watching the fight. Dewberry along with Spike and Rarity were shocked at what was happening. “Oh my…” Rarity whispered to herself. “Oh not again!” Dewberry groaned. She angrily rushed over. Both of the foals didn’t want to give up, pulling harder and harder. Riiiiiiiiiiiip. In a second the doll snapped, the colt holding one leg while the filly held the rest. Globs of cotton littered the ground. The colt spat out the leg. “Oh great you ruined it! You can keep your stupid doll.” The filly looked crushed, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at her torn doll. “Inside now!” Dewberry thundered. All the foals jumped at sound of the mare’s voice. “But,” “INSIDE!” All the kids noisily rushed into the home, all except the filly crying into her doll. Dewberry came to her side, gently rubbing her back. Spike and Rarity walked over too, but kept their distance. The filly let go of her doll and cried into the mare’s leg. “It’s okay Terrycloth, we’ll get you another doll.” Dewberry held the filly to her with a foreleg. “B-but that doll was the f-first I made ever!” The filly wailed. “Poor thing.” Spike mumbled. Rarity looked at the doll on the ground thoughtfully. She rubbed her chin, thinking. “Idea!” She exclaimed. Spike raised an eyebrow. “Rarity, you have that look again.” She used her magic to levitate the torn doll and the other arm to her and started sewing. Dewberry and the distraught filly didn’t notice the doll being worked on. “Where were you carrying that needle and thread?” Spike asked. “I’ll explain later.” She almost didn’t hear him, focusing on fixing the doll. Dewberry and the filly didn’t notice Rarity walking up to them when she was finished. “Uh, Terrycloth was it?” Terrycloth turned away from Dewberry to the unfamiliar voice. The filly had calmed down a little, but was still clearly upset. Rarity presented the pony ragdoll. “See, all better.” Terrycloth’s face lit up. “You fixed it!” Dewberry rejoiced. The filly clamped onto the doll, squeezing it to the point it looked like it was going to pop. With light blue eyes the filly looked up to Rarity. “My name is Rarity, it’s a pleasure to mee- oh!“ The filly went from clamping onto the doll to grasping Rarity’s foreleg, hugging tightly. “I think she’s grateful.” Spike remarked. Terrycloth perked up, noticing Spike. She stared. “I’ve never seen a real live dragon before…” The filly stammered. “Don’t worry darling, he’s with me. He’s my cuddly bunch of scales.” Rarity chimed. Spike just scratched the back of his head. Spike squatted down, lowering himself to the filly’s level. “My name is Spike, unlike most dragons, I’m very nice.” Terrycloth held still for a few seconds. Tension hanging in the air as the filly focused on the giant reptile. “Coooooooool!” Terrycloth marveled. She hoped over to Spike, her initial reaction much better than Dewberrys. “Can you use your wings?” The little orange filly inquired. Spike flapped them with no result. “Their still a little small, but soon they’ll be big enough.” “Will you take me flying when they get big enough?!” Terrycloth looked elated at the possibility of soaring through the sky. She then spun and hopped towards her caretaker. “Miss Dewberry! Miss Dewberry! Can I go with Rarity and Spuke?” “Um, it’s Spike.” “Pweeeease.” Dewberry took a long look at the filly then turned to the couple before her, she looked long and hard. Dewberry then nodded in acceptance. “You mean…?” Rarity cheered. Dewberry nodded. “Let’s go sign some papers.” The end? Author's Note I feel like this is my weakest chapter. I feel like I forced and rushed a lot of things, but I'm glad I got to finish a story.
