Morning, as it could be described, would sound generic. So, it was morning. Birds chirping, and all that jazz. What was irregular about it was a young dragon's formality, mainly focused on his clothing. Sleek and well attired, seemingly ready for attending some huge event, like an orchestra. However, it was all for one: Rarity. Spike had, typically, spent at least a week preparing for this major event. That is, it was what he considered major. Anypony else would remark it as another pointless attempt at scoring with somepony who's obviously WAY out of his league.

His scales were well polished. The tux he was wearing made him look overly dashing and his smile said, 'I'mma win big today!' Unfortunately, for him, if he'd known what was going to happen, he would have never tried this in the first place... or would he? Walking down the street, saying hi to all the pony folk, box of chocolates in one claw and roses in the other, the dragon looked posh but ready, all at the same time. Rose Luck had promised him the flowers could win any mare over, and Bon Bon assured him the chocolates would have them begging for more. If they had put into consideration of who exactly it was he planned to ask out, they probably would've steered him in a different direction, and told him he couldn't possibly earn Rarity's hoof, or above-normal adoration. He would've told them that he couldn't fail, though. How could he? Spike memorized the poem. He had the proper clothing. He was ready to hear what he wanted, which is why when rejection finally came him way, he opened up to 'other' possibilities.

"My dearest, Rarity," he recited out-loud, "I'm no more then a humble, meager pony... Err dragon. Remember, it's dragon... Trying to earn your love. What is this, though? Love, a mismatched arrangements of scientific cords in our brain that tells us what to do? Love, natures secret way of fooling us into repopulating the world? Love, something I have for you... I want to express these emotions thoroughly. I've never been able to, until now. Rarity, I love you. You must realize this, and accept it. Otherwise, everything I've done becomes meaningless... Maybe that won't do... I'll have to wing the rest."

Upon reaching the Carousel Boutique, Spike double checked himself to be certain his good looks were perfect. The doorbell rang. Then it rang again... and again. It rang and rang, but Rarity wasn't answering. She was usually home at that time. Spike checked his watch that he had bought to match the tux and asked, "What's taking her so long...?"

"S-Spike?"

His scaly ears perked up along with his smile. "Uh, is this a bad time...?"

"No, no... I just got out of the shower, and I'm currently indecent, you see..."

Spike rolled his eyes. "But, you're always naked. Why should this make any difference? This is kinda important."

"You see darling, I've... been having a bad hair day and I'd rather not let you see me like this."

Chuckling, Spike claimed, "Yeah, but there's no way you could look THAT bad."

Before the door opened, Spike heard his crush release a sigh. It was the kind that almost all gentlecolts wished not to hear upon the day they chose to invite their hopeful future love to dinner, or some other form of date. He was confused as to why she was dry, why her mane wasn't messy like she claimed it to be, and why her eyes seemed so glossy. She invited him in while apologizing for making up excuses. "I've just been loathing this day when you'd finally come and... and..."

She didn't say much more. She didn't have to. Spike knew, just from her movements and sounds, he was about to be let down; that she was going to crush his small, fragile heart. There was no other way of doing this, though. He pestered her so much by always trying to show her his love, or what he thought was love. She had him take a seat, took the flowers with her magic and placed them in a vase. She told him he'd need to keep the chocolates, though.

"You see, Spiky..." she sighed, wiping a tear away, "I'm not that into... uh, dragons... and..." Spike could tell, she was having a tough time trying to find the right words. "Well, you're a dragon... and I'm a pony, see? We're of two different species. Don't you understand that?"

He nodded his head. His eyes now becoming glossy too, and asked, "But... I wanted to tell you... at lease before you declined me."

"Well, say it. It won't make much difference... I'll still never be able to date you. I mean, I've got so many other suiters lined up. That, and, think how it would look, you and me, walking down the street. Others would laugh, rumors would spread of me being into... well, I won't delve into the subject, but you get where I stand in this matter, correct?"

His lips quivered as he painfully said, "Yeah..."

"Oh, my Spiky Wiky..."

Rarity gripped him tightly while feeling a tear slid down and land on his shoulder. His tears wouldn't escape, though. Of course they were building up, but Spike's mind refused them to leave. He was tough, and showed it this time. His claw pushed her away, and he left, leaving the chocolates behind. He knew she would need them now way more then him. Walking away from the Carousel Boutique, Spike fought back his sobs every step. Where was he going? He didn't know. Spike wandered the town, relieving himself of the clothing he picked out special, more infuriated then upset. No tears left. Pain turned to numb emotions for Rarity, as though all the time they had spent together now meant nothing. He still felt bad, but not as much as he thought he would.

"So what if she doesn't like you back... You're Spike! You've saved the world, your best friend is an Alicorn; hell, if you wanted to, I could be with anyone... even... even..."

He looked up at the barn. Somehow, Spike had trotted all the way over to the Smith's farm. Looking forward, he saw Big Macintosh bucking apple trees, concentrated on his work. His furry chest glistened with sweat and his mane was combed back today in order to keep it from drooping and blocking his view. His masculine figure showed inner and outer strength, the kind that could protect anypony. Or better put, in Spikes mind, any dragon. Spike had never, ever considered being with another male before. Nevertheless, another stallion, but he was still young. In his teens even. Despite being considered a baby, he had actually lived well passed the age of adultery. The thought of homosexuality indeed had been looming in the back, trying to surface but Spike never realized the thought. Not like now, that is. He thought hard about it. The show Big Mac provided helped with this, and finally, when Macintosh left with a heavy looking block of hay being held by thick twine, Spike made up his mind. He was going to see if Big Mac might be able to tell him if he was in the wrong with this; being turned on my the same sex.

Author's Note

You KNOW I'm gonna do this. You KNOW it's going to be good, and you KNOW you're gonna absolutely adore it! :3