Chapters 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
Spike trotted towards the cracked door, his heart pumping furiously. He gulped and opened it slowly. This caused a long and noticeable creek to muster. With sweating claws, he blinked his fears away and entered, grasping the hinge tightly. Walking into the dusty barn, he saw lofts of plush hay stacked in empty stables, and Big Mac could be seen, untying the one he had justly carried in. He stopped, turned with tired eyes and asked, "Applejack? Dah yeu?"
Spike shook his head. "No, it's me, Spike. I uh, wanted to... uh... well, for starters, I umm..."
Big Mac walked over, stood high above Spike and asked, "Wut's ann yer mind, kiddo?"
The dragon found it hard to talk. Silence forbid him to utter the real reason for being there. "That... uh, door... Yeah! It needs some oil, don't you think? Kee hee?"
Raising his left eyebrow in an unamused manner, Big Mac's stare told Spike he knew this obviously wasn't the true reason for Spike interrupting such a hard day's worker. "Now Spike, y'all know Ah be workin' hard ohn the Buckin'. Ah ain't gots no tahm tah be messin' wit' that there barn door. Ah reckon, however, that this ain't evun the real reason y'all came in here."
Scratching his head, trying to understand Big Mac's thick accent, he confessed, "Yeah... I'm actually here... to uh, ask you a serious question."
"Well, spit it out. Ah ain't gots tahm fer chit chat."
The steed turned and grabbed a good portion of hay he was planning to lay on the other pile, but Spike's words prevented this. "H-... Have you... ever felt feeling for the... uh, same gender?"
Big Mac spat the bite out, blinked his wide eyes and asked Spike to repeat the question, unsure if he'd heard it correctly. Spike reiterated, sounding more scared then before. Mac just stood there, lost in thought. His eyes darted to the door. He walked over. Closed it, and returned to his guest.
"Now, ah'm not one ta tell mah dark secrets... but there was one . It happened ah laung tahm ago, though. Ah was just a Colt, yah see. Y'all might not understand how it be possible right now, buh lemme explain, and things ahr bound tah clear up."
Spike sat down in a hayloft, eager to hear about it. "So you liked somepony who was the same sex as you?! Who was it? Is it anypony I know?"
"Shhhh!" Mac insisted, bringing a hoof up to Spike's mouth to block out his sounds. He whispered, "Eeyup!"
Apparently, Twilight's brother, Shinning Armor had came to town once in his early years of training, not too long before Twilight had come to stay. In truth, he was assigned to choose which city Twilight should stay at. During his visits, before he met Cadence, Big Mac's barn was his home while he inspected the town, making sure it was right for his beloved sister. One day, Big Mac had waltzed in unexpectedly during the middle of the night to get a drink. The barn was the only place that had a watering hole back then. As for Twilight's brother, he thought the whole place was to himself. Being all alone tends to make one antsy, after all. So, he decided, in the night, when every pony was supposed to be asleep , to hoof off and enjoy his stay in a secret, but better way. Awkward timing for Shinning, because just as Big Mac walked in, the barn resident was in the middle of his tension relief after a rough day of wandering around, taking notes and making observations. Upon seeing his hard, equine prick, Big Mac instantly became aroused; something unexpected by both of them. He offered to help, and Shinning, being single and willing to experiment, accepted.
The red steed lowered his moist lips to the tip, felt the ring located further down and held it softly with both hooves. His gentle mouth, eager for a taste, began at the summit and worked its way towards the shaft. Tingling sensations were felt down Shinning's spine. Once the summit entered, and warmth began to incarcerate the top, he relaxed, allowing Mac's mouth to lavishly suckle on it freely. His head bobbed up and down in a rhythmic manner, making the owner's eyes slip back in overwhelming pleasure. With no gag reflexes, Big Mac found it all too easy to get the rest in and deep throat the throbber. Slurping sounds filled the air along with Shinning's blissful moans. His heart raced thanks to this new experience.
Feeling his thickness being forced all the way in and Mac's chin against his balls was unreal. His eyes became hazy along with his vision. Blurriness took hold of his gaze, and he felt his climax approaching way too quickly. He tried to stop his host before exploding, but Big Mac refused to yield. He wanted Shinning's spunk. He wanted to drink it all, like it was water or something. Finally unable to hold on any longer, Shinning admitted defeat and came hard . Guzzling and gulping down the sweetly tangy scent, Big Mac took it all while outstandingly wanting more. He drank every drop like a professional, and once finished, Shinning's gratitude was beyond what was necessary. Before parting, they shared a time consuming kiss, letting their tongues wrestle with each other before they parted for the night. Naturally, they were both awkward with behavior the following morning, but as the week pressed on, the more they opened up to other experimentations.
"But ah won't be gettin' intah those tahday. Maybe another tahm."
Spike's mouth hung ajar, some drool sliding down. He wiped it away and asked, "But... how did it feel?"
The red stallion thought about his answer and explained, "It just felt natural Spike."
"... C-Could I... maybe, possibly... uh...?"
"What? Out wit' it."
He didn't want to sound too eager, but curiosity definitely took hold of young Spike's mind. His fingers fiddled with each other while he did his best to find the right way of asking. Though, with no other alternative, he simply blurted it out. "Could I, maybe, kiss you?"
Big Mac's eyes widened more. Even though he had just shared an extremely personal experience, which could be regarded as way worse than a kiss, Mac's hooves shuffled the gravel below him. His eyes looked over, into the appealing dragon's. He licked his muzzle, wanting the exact same thing and asked, "Only... one , right?"
"Yeah, just to see how it feels. You know?"
Nodding off, the steed smiled. He began to feel butterflies dance in his belly and lowered himself to lay on the ground in front of Spike. "Just one... Only because ah'd like tah see if the feelin's still there."
Spike leaned in, his long tongue drizzled with water almost overflowing from his mouth. Lust, the kind he'd never felt before when fantasizing about Rarity, began to overtake his body. While their lips touched, Spike grabbed hold of Big Mac's cheeks and neck tenderly pulling him closer. The kiss, to both of them, wasn't enough to satisfy anyone. Together, almost in perfect harmony, both of their mouths opened, and their tongues exchanged places. Spike's stretched all the way to the back while Mac's only stayed around the fangs, being careful not to get scratched by one of them. Noises of lip locking and smooches could've been heard from outside. Good thing Applejack was all the way on the other side of the farm. Continuing with their leisure fondling, Spike began to get a little carried away, ruffling Big's chest fur. It was so soft and cozy to him, despite the sweat from today's hard labor. Actually, that made him all the more seductive to Spike. Once they parted, the dragon couldn't seem to open his eyes. They remained shut with pleasure. As they opened, Spike saw Big Mac smirking with blush surrounding his face.
"Heh... I didn't think it would be so noticeable when you blushed, but boy is it obvious!"
"Ye'r no straight-face yerself." The two giggled coyly at what they had just done, feeling naughty and eager to try something more perverted. However, with Big Macintosh's family up and about, it proved impossible for things to escalate any further.
"I'll uh... come by tonight then?" Spike asked, hoping this wouldn't be the only sexual encounter.
"Naw... Sorry Spike... Ah cain't be seeing you like that... but I will try ann find a way tah be with y'all. Ah promise."
Just before exiting the barn, Spike turned and said, "Thanks for this, Big Mac... I think you might've helped me out more then ever today."
He tried to retreat, but ended up bumped right into Applejack who had walked over to check up on her hard working brother. "Hooey, Spike! Mind yerself. Y'all gonna knock me down someday, you keep runnin' like thaht."
"Eh hehe, sorry about that..."
Spike took off again, headed back into town while Big Mac's sister came in and asked, "Whut was that all about?"
"You wouldn't believe me, even if ah done told yah."
Author's Note
Hell naw I'm not gonna try and explain this in Big Mac's accent! Fuck that shit! XD
Spike walked through the town, jittery and excited about what just occurred. His smile was greeted by many. Fluttershy was one of them. She walked up to him and asked in a frantic way, "Oh, Spike! I'm soooo sorry about you and Rarity."
"Huh? How'd you even find out about that?" He looked passed her and saw the spa. "Oh... Rarity's still in, isn't she?"
"Well, yes, but she is very upset. I've never seen her eat so many chocolates before." As Fluttershy continued to look over Spike, she realized he looked more cheerful then saddened. "Umm, you're not... sad? I thought you'd be like Rarity."
Spike looked over to the side, averting his eyes. "I'm not depressed... not anymore, at least. For the first time, I don't know why, but my feelings for Rarity... I can't find them. They always used to be there, but after today, I don't know... I just... It's gone."
Blinking with uncomfortable confusion, The pony shrugged and said, "Well, I'm just happy you're alright, and not so morbid like me and Rarity thought you'd be. She'll be oh so glad to hear you're okay."
Spike walked passed Fluttershy while bidding her a good evening and returned to Twilight's treehouse. Meanwhile, in the spa, Rarity stayed upstares, looking out the window and wondering what her two friends were discussing, even though it wasn't that difficult to figure out. Fluttershy entered, saw her friend watching Spike walk away, and asked, "Are... you going to be okay, Rarity?"
"He... didn't look upset or... anything !"
Fluttershy, being out of touch with the whole thing, asked, "Well, yes... Isn't that a good thing?"
Bursting into sobbing tears, Rarity's cries were muffled by the robe she had been wearing. "He's nth thus t' ge tho herphy!"
"Well, of course he's not, but you should be happy about him being happy. Right?"
"Moo, htf nuth lech thu a auu!"
"Why not Rarity? Why can't he be happy about this? It's a good thing!"
Finally fed up with Fluttershy defending Spike, Rarity lifted her head and yelled, "HE LOVED ME! He would show it twenty-four seven; constantly went out of is way to prove it! Why isn't he torn by this like I am?"
"... Maybe he really didn't love you, and he's only just now realizing the cold truth."
Rarity scowled at the remark. "If that's so," she stopped a moment to snort a little, "then... Oh, I wish I knew what to do!"
Fluttershy sighed and explained, "It looked like he just came from Applejack's. Perhaps she talked some sense into him."
Letting out a gasp, Rarity immediately assumed the worst. "That BITCH gave my Spiky Wiky a sympathy fuck!"
This time, Fluttershy let out an even powerful gasp before whispering, "Rarity! Watch your language!"
Without so much as a 'thank you', Rarity took off, headed for the farm, determined to get answers. If not that, then to beat the tar out of her no good, dragon stealing, lying, bitch of a friend, Applejack.
Big Mac walked back and forth, lost in thought. He couldn't quite understand it, but that kiss he and Spike shared earlier that day was even better than Shinning's. Once Rarity showed up, tears cascading down her face and funny sounds exiting her lips, all Mac could think about doing was retreating to the barn, certain Spike told her everything.
"That lil fucker!" he said as he closed the door behind himself. "He couldn't have done told her! Naw, have faith in that there lil kid."
Evesdropping, he heard Rarity chanting his sister's name. "Applejack! Get over here NOW!"
Naturally, the farm pony came galloping towards her friend. As she approached, she asked, "Whut in tarnation's got your britches in the biscuits? Don't cha know Granny Smith's asleep? You wake her and We'll be workin' all darn day!"
"COULDN'T CARE LESS!!!" she screamed, infuriated thanks to stupid reasons. "You... you ... If you lie to me Applejack, so help me, I will-"
"You'll whut?"
Rarity forgot her place, considering there was absolutely nothing she could possibly do to harm somepony like Applejack. Composing herself and clearing her throat, she continued, "Did you, or did you not have sex with Spike?"
The question, now that is was out, made her stop and realize how idiotic it really was. The farmer just stood there with a surprised expression. "D-... Did ah Whut?"
Slightly giggling, Rarity apologized for her outlandish and uncalled-for behavior. "It's just... well, I rejected Spike, and I heard he came over here, and he's all peachy keen, and I just don't know what to think! I'd expected him to have a broken heart, and I knew for sure he would need a few days to recuperate... but I was wrong! He's perfectly fine, even smiling. What happened over here? What in Equestria did you say to him?"
Big Mac walked out and said, "Ah can explain."
Applejack looked puzzled. Rarity seemed even more angry. "Darling, what do you mean?"
"Ah chatted with the feller, he'd been upset all sorts ah serious like... I told him the usual, that there be more fishies in that there big n' wide sea. He seemed tah accept that, and went awn his happy ways."
"That's it?" Rarity asked.
"Eeyup!"
"Y'all mean tah tell me you got all upset n' came up here because you... and Spike... Unbelievable Rarity!"
Now feeling more ignorant than ever before, the mare returned to her spa while still saying sorry. Little did she know, Big Mac lied. His sister, however, saw right through him.
"Whut really happened?"
Big Macintosh gulped and began, "It started with... Twilight's brother."
Following this, Applejack and Big Mac wouldn't be able to socialize for another three or four days. The mare was extremely tempted to go to her destraught friend and explain the truth, but her brother made her swear not to. She could hardly believe this herself, but knowing Big Mac couldn't lie, just as she couldn't, had no choice but to accept this. After a good deal od ranting about how her brother was gay, she eventually settled down, and the two returned to their daily routine, thoroughly embarrassed by the huge revelation.
Author's Note
I'm so tired right now. I'm going to submit this now. Here's to my very first fiction! Please don't go easy with the comments, people. I need to improve with technique and such. Pointing out flaws is smiled upon.
