Meus Flamma Diligo
Spike looked down at his claws. He made a fist, and opened it after. He repeated this process while he sat on his basket, waiting for his boss and friend, Twilight, to come up for bed. He held his claws up closer to his face, twisting them to get a full view. He etched the detail of every single scale on his claw into his mind.
"Yeah, I guess I'm a dragon. Fire-proof, I can create fire, have a special love of Fire Rubies." He looked at the rest of his body, standing up to do so. He looked at his tail, taking note of its odd shape. After, he looked at the spikes decorating his head, back, and tail. "Green fire. Not normal fire. Magic fire. Only dragon ever to have this kind of ability. Only dragon to ever live in a pony society. Probably the only dragon to ever develop a crush on a pony too."
The door opened to the bedroom and Twilight staggered in, looking slightly roughed up. Her mane was a frazzled mess and her eyes spoke exhaustion. Her legs wobbled whenever she set a hoof down and she was in danger of falling victim to a floor that was unusually uncooperative with friction today. If it were chilly, Twilight would have thought herself in an ice rink.
"Spike, this day was higgledy-piggledy." Twilight shuffled her way to the stairs, not trusting her walking ability.
Spike rubbed his head, processing the words. "Um, what does higgle-piglet or whatever, mean?"
"I mean, how many ponies do you think manage to ruin the art of jewel construction?" Twilight rambled on, forcing herself to step on the stairs.
"Jewel construction!" Spike perked up. "Why on Earth would you be interested in a lil' foolhardy hobby as jewel construction?"
Twilight shuffled towards her bed upon reaching the top of the stairs, dragging the carpet while she shuffled by Spike. She propelled herself forward, not having it in her to settle in properly. Instead of sliding under the covers, she grabbed them and rolled over, flipping them inside out. Spike patiently awaited an answer, scratching his head at the display of regular procedure breaking.
"That Fire Ruby you gave Rarity was so pretty, and the way she saw value in it... I thought ponies could only see jewels as an expensive accessory but Rarity seemed to value it more than that." Twilight shifted into a more comfortable position. "She told me how she replied to you when the giant you looked down at the Fire Ruby. She seemed to completely forget that you were some giant, dangerous dragon at the time," Twilight spoke obliviously to Spike's frowns.
"Yeah yeah, I get it. I was terrible and Rarity values the hay out of the gem. I'm glad she liked it, but... what does it have to do with you?" Spike asked while he finally pulled the covers off his bed, settling in.
Twilight let out a long sigh, allowing the comfort of the bed to set in. She turned on her magic and the light in the room dimmed to a gentle warmth enabling relaxation while not destroying the ability to stay awake for the next few minutes. Spike buried his face in his pillow, digging his blankets under the edge of his little mattress.
"Well, I wanted to get a jewel and study to see if it emits any neurological magic qualities that affect the pony brain. It's far-fetched but every possibility must be examined. So far, I have yet to actually conjure up a jewel of the cheapest quality. I can't even make a mock sapphire. I studied the qualities and elements that make up jewels, I've had everything in place, I've made sure I had the stamina to do the heating and compressing just for a basic shape but... I haven't been able to transmute a single jewel. There has to be something missing that we don't know about yet." Twilight rubbed her temples during the thought.
Spike nodded gently, taking in the new info. Okay, this is kinda neat. Twilight can't make jewels, probably because of some missing factor involving magic. He looked over at Twilight's bed.
"Well, dragons can digest them and ponies are able to wear them as jewelry. If they had any odd magical affects, I'm sure Rarity would have gone bonkers by now," Spike said with a matter-of-factly voice.
"Maybe not, Spike. Ponies who do the same thing over and over become more natural and at the same time, more resistant to negatives. I use magic all the time now to the point where I can multitask with several magics for lengthy periods of time with little exhaustion. I still want to know more about jewels. Some people go to insane lengths for jewels," Twilight said with a yawn.
"Well," Spike yawned, "maybe it's because they look pretty, or cost a lot of money?" He rolled over in his bed and let out an exhale.
"But what if it's more, Spike? That's the great thing about life. The many what-ifs. What if jewels do have some affect on ponies? What if our world isn't real? What if Princess Luna and Princess Celestia were in each others positions so long ago?" Twilight rambled on, suddenly killing her need for sleep.
What if Rarity were more accepting of my age? What if I kept that Fire Ruby? What if I... hurt her and... no. Spike shook his head.
"Whatever, let's go to sleep. I'm tired enough as it is," Spike said with a longer yawn.
"Ugh, alright... goodnight Spike," Twilight said with a softer voice near the end.
"G'night, Twi," Spike lazily spat out.
"I love you."
Spike blinked in his sleep. Twilight hadn't said that in a while. Feels weird... but I'm happy.
"Love you too, Twilight."
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The next day, Twilight had set out on her attempt to research jewels more. Spike had willingly – after much pleading – given up some of his own snack jewels to Twilight for research. Spike had settled with helping Twilight with research by reading a book on the very jewel he gave away: Fire Rubies.
He flipped through the pages, drooling at some of the images. He payed no attention to the words, deciding that dreaming about what could have been instead.
What could have been... what if I didn't give that jewel to Rarity? It's been two weeks since I became a monster, and five days since I last saw Rarity. How does she feel about it all, from now? If I didn't give her the jewel... Spike shuddered at the thought, slurping back the drool before flipping to the next page.
More pictures on this page, this time starting a chapter on "Pristine Fire Rubies." One picture caught his eye, mostly because it was hidden. Red marker was scribbled over it and it seems even below that, somepony had tried to write something. Elegant hoofwriting and only the letters "me" were visible. Spike raised an eyebrow, attempting to rub out the marker with his finger. It was permanent marker, or so it seems; it didn't come off no matter how much Spike rubbed.
"Well, whoever vandalized this book, they did it recently. This marker is too bright to be old," Spike mumbled to himself.
Twilight didn't seem to notice during her studies and Spike flipped to the next page. He saw more scribblings, this time the words are legible. On the side of a short, chubby Fire Ruby that looked devilishly good, was the words "Puniceus libra". Spike cocked his head to the side, not recognizing the language. Across the page, more words were written. "Amo", "mei", "almus", and many more. Spike hunted his mind for a translation but came up with nothing.
He continued flipping through the chapter of Pristine Fire Rubies. He closed the book, keeping a claw in the pages while he looked at the back. The publication date was "979 ANMS".
"Only published 22 years ago... who would look at this recently?" Spike rubbed his chin with a free claw. His eyes shifted to another part of the room to see a giant pile of books but his brain didn't process it. "... Rarity?" he asked.
He shook his head, chuckling at the thought and continued thinking. "Definitely Twilight, but she hasn't read this book otherwise I wouldn't be reading," Spike said to himself.
"Spike, I found something about jewels. It's old, and only refers to a book we don't have," Twilight shouted from her mountain of books.
Spike nodded, pulling his claw out of the book's pages. He was about to put it back on the shelf, but froze when he thought back to the foreign language. Hmm, I should keep it for later, Spike said to himself.
He nodded and tucked the book under his arm and jogged over to where Twilight sat. He stopped and circled the pile of books, finding no clear path. He shrugged and set his book down on a nearby table before climbing over the stack of books that easily dwarfed him. It was at Princess Celestia's height. He got to the top and slid down the pile of books, earning a scowl from Twilight.
"So, what's the scoop?" he asked while wiping out into a pile of books.
Twilight ignored the disrespect to books and closed her eyes, clearing her throat.
"W-well, I've discovered that there is a book known as 'Jewel Base' located in possibly the Canterlot Archives. The back page of this book describes it as an 'in-depth look at the miscellaneous qualities of gemstones', and that sounds right on the money to me," Twilight said, levitating the book over to Spike.
"Well, are we gonna go to Canterlot or just send a request for a copy," Spike said while looking at the back cover.
"We're probably gonna go to Canterlot with Rarity in a few days." Twilight looked around at her mess.
Spike's eyes widened, still glued to the book. "Rarity? Oh, right, she's going to Canterlot for some kinda... dress thingy," he spoke in a mumble.
"Yes, so we have to get our work done quickly tomorrow... which also requires Rarity to be here," Twilight said.
She chuckled while Spike smirked. Heckuva coincidental streak this week involving Rarity, both parties thought.
"Well, let's clean this place up," Twilight said.
Spike looked up at the mountain surrounding them and looked over at Twilight with a glare. She smiled sheepishly which Spike sighed at.
"Fine, fine," he said while proceeding to crawl up the stack of books.
He slid down the stack once more and looked over at the book on Fire Rubies. He looked at the pile as Twilight crawled up it. He quickly snatched the book and darted upstairs. Upon entering the bedroom on the second floor, he scampered up the stairs, quickly diving onto his bed to hide the book under so he knew where it was. Before Twilight could comment on his disappearance, he ran downstairs.
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Later, at the pinnacle of the evening, Spike sat alone on his little bed, flipping through the book on Fire Rubies. He discovered only the foreign language written in the chapter about Pristine Fire Rubies. Very rarely, he found the writing placed here and there around the rest of the book.
A chapter about Fire Rubies in jewelry revealed the apparent meanings behind some presentations of Fire Ruby jewelry had one word of the foreign language with two in English: "incontaminatus is ideal". He kept rubbing his head and wondered if he should question Twilight about this language.
If, I tell her, will she take the book and clean it, or dispose of it, or replace it, will... uh, probably take it and replace it. But what if she knows what the language is? I... I'll go ask her what a word means first, Spike thought to himself before closing the book.
He set the book down under his pillow before trudging down the stairs and over to the door. He threw it open and darted downstairs as fast as his stubby legs could take him. He payed no mind to the presence of Pinkie Pie in the centre of the room and slid to a halt right in front of Twilight. She looked down at Spike for a second.
"Hi, can I help you?" she asked the baby dragon.
Spike cleared his throat and looked up at Twilight before looking over at Pinkie, only noticing her now. "Uh." He looked back at Twilight. "Erm, do you know what... 'incontaminatus' means?" Spike asked rather quickly.
Twilight's face scrunched into confusion and she looked into space whilst delving into her mind. She let out a few hmm's now and then, keeping Spike on edge before shrugging.
"Sorry, it's not a recognized word in English, French, Spanish or in any Archaic language. It's either an extensive slang or in a language I don't know," Twilight said. "Why, did Rarity say something or did one of those comic books spew gibberish?" Twilight asked.
"OR, did you time travel to a time where 'incontaminatus' is a kind of super cake?" Pinkie piped up finally.
Spike looked at Pinkie with a raised brow, struggling to find a word before shaking his head and looking up to Twilight.
"Well, I just saw it in a book. Little importance, just thought it'd be a luxury for those who knew the language," Spike said before turning away. "Thanks anyways."
"You're welcome, Spike. See you later." Twilight waved as Spike walked over to the stairs.
"Happy nighttime Spike," Pinkie Pie blurted out with a bounce.
"See ya," Spike spoke with a casual wave of the hand while he climbed the stairs, much slower than last time.
He walked into the bedroom and closed the door, looking at the wide room itself. It was different than the downstairs of the library, yet it didn't feel like a home save for the bed. It felt more like a classroom without the desks and chairs in exchange for a bed and a basket. Spike took in the atmosphere, comparing it to something else of his memory. He closed his eyes.
He saw himself in a perfectly decorated room clad in fabric piles, drawers, and various other things. In the centre lay a dressform with a dress on it. Perhaps it's just a dress for the hay of it, or maybe it's going to wind up in the hooves of some rich diva. Oh, how she would be happy. Spike giggled. He turned his body and in his mind, he turned inside the white room to spot a marshmallow coloured pony with a beautifully styled violet mane, humming a tune while she levitated various gemstones out of a chest. Spike's heart fluttered while watching his love daintily make her way through the room towards the dress, chest in tow. On her neck rests a golden necklace which Spike eyed out of curiosity.
Spike cleared his throat and the mare turned in his direction. Red glasses donned her face adding a feeling of comfort for both parties; it looked professional to the purple reptile and helped the white mare with her work. Her mouth bent upwards in a warm smile while her eyes seemed to sparkle. On her neck is the necklace, bearing the Fire Ruby Spike had given her recently. Spike examined every single aspect of the fashionista as time slowed down in his mind. He wouldn't mind it, either. In his mind, he could have had his love stare at him all day with that same smile of admiration for his continued efforts as an assistant and friend... and potentially a knight in shining armour.
Spike giggled, almost ruining his daydream. He stumbled towards and up the stairs, keeping himself focused onto his daydream. However, he found himself focusing on something in the daydream. His eyes focused on the imaginary Rarity's neck... the Fire Ruby Necklace. The heart-shape seemed to happen naturally when he was creating it, yet it suited the moment when he handed it over to the mare perfectly. It was an example of the "Pristine Fire Rubies" as mentioned in the book's pages... the same chapter with the foreign scribbling all over.
His daydream was shattered and Spike found himself stumbling like a drunkard at the top of the stairs. Lady Luck must have been on his side, 'else he would have fallen down. He darted over to his basket and shot a claw under the blanket, pulling out the book in question and opened it up to the chapter with the notes. He looked for an image he saw. Several pages stuck together, not uncommon for older books... but this was recently used. Maybe the marker made it stick... he questioned no more when he found more pages sticking together, deciding to find out for himself.
He managed to not rip the page itself and discovered his guess was true. There was so much marker on the page that very little of the book contents was visible. Spike looked at the page once before recognizing a heart-shaped fire ruby like the one he gave Rarity. This further made him think of Rarity.
If Rarity did write this... why would she vandalize a book about fire rubies? Maybe she just saw things that she felt were wrong in terms of modern jewels. If that's the case, why a foreign language? Spike rubbed his chin while staring at the ceiling as if it held the answer. Should I question her? Probably not. Not directly, at least, he thought while biting his lip.
He looked back down at the book in his claws before slamming it shut with a satisfying slap before he slid the book back under his little mattress. He slid under his covers and rested an arm behind his head, faced the ceiling, and sighed.
"I'll ask Rarity while in Canterlot," Spike told to himself.
"What was that?" Twilight's voice seemed to boom in the silence.
Spike looked over at Twilight quickly, refraining from letting out a quick shout from the sudden sound.
"Nothing, just kind of talking to myself." Spike rolled his eyes before rolling in bed to face the wall.
"Well, okay. Good night, Spike," Twilight said while audibly walking by.
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The next day progressed typically; Twilight did her usual studies, Spike helped, Twilight told him to do this, he did that. His mind was thinking of something else the entire time, instead of on task. He continued to wonder how he would ask Rarity while in Canterlot, let alone stay composed in her presence after the previous week. He found himself stumbling multiple times during his work today, Twilight remaining oblivious to this.
"Say, Twilight, just for the sake of convenience, would it be better if Rarity, and by extension, us, went with Applejack and Big Macintosh to Troronto rather than Canterlot?" Spike asked out loud while Twilight began writing.
"Well, it would save the money, but it would move the date we go to another day, plus the whole reason we were going to Canterlot was for a book," Twilight replied.
"Well, yeah... but what if Troronto Public Library has it? The Princess took me there sometimes before I was under your care and it's pretty big." Spike walked over next to Twilight and peeked over her shoulder. She was writing ideas for potential prices for a competition Applejack was entering known as the 'Market Harvest'. "Not to mention, it would be nice having shots of the actual location where they're doing the competition rather than a city with no relation and different structures."
Twilight raised her head, humming while processing the thought.
"That sounds reasonable, I guess." She turned to face Spike casually. "I'll talk to Rarity and if she says yes, we'll be going next Saturday. Four days from now," Twilight said. She smiled at Spike as he grinned with pride at his idea. "Until then, we have to continue our studies."
Spike's expression changed to confusion. "Continue 'our' studies?" he asked with a raised brow.
Twilight giggled. "Okay, 'my' studies with 'your' assistance, although I wouldn't mind you being a study-buddy rather than an assistant for this," she said with an almost excruciatingly happy grin.
"Why, whaddaya doin'?" he asked while leaning in forward. Maybe I misread it?
She slid to the side revealing two papers; the one Spike saw was indeed a price list for the competition Applejack was in while the other was about fire rubies.
"Woah, you're doing a report on delicious fire rubies? I can totally help, what do you need help with?" Spike said while eagerly sitting down on the ground.
Twilight's horn lit up and Spike was lifted with an 'oof' before being set down atop a pillow Twilight had placed. Spike smiled at the affection and made sure he was comfy.
"Well, you probably shouldn't have sit down just yet, because I need a book. Fire Rubies, the book you read." Spike stiffened slightly, not unnoticed by Twilight. "Is something bothering you?"
Spike sheepishly smiled back at Twilight who raised a brow in confusion.
"Well, you see, I was reading the book and noticed... vandalization on levels so extreme you would probably burst into flames," Spike said while avoiding eye contact.
Twilight's eye began to twitch before she settled down a bit, opting to stare directly at Spike.
"Listen, I really don't want you to replace the book or throw it out or anything because," Spike said while raising a finger. He said nothing and shrugged.
Twilight shook her head. "That is no good. We need to find out who did it and make them pay for it, and then..." She paused, smirking devilishly. She rubbed her hooves together while giggling maniacally. Spike retreated slightly as a fire seemed to burn in her eyes. "We'll remove their ability to check out books for TWO WEEKS!" She declared viciously.
This had obviously betrayed Spike's expectations and his expression turned dull before he stood up and ran upstairs. Within a few seconds, he came back down with the book in his hand and set it down.
"It's only in the 'Pristine Fire Rubies' section. To be honest, I want to understand what exactly is written in there. It's why I asked you what that odd word was last night. This pony wrote in this odd foreign language," Spike said while flipping over to the heavily vandalized part of the book.
Twilight hummed while rubbing her chin with a hoof. She looked carefully at the red marker on the pages, even more carefully at the language.
"I think it's written in an old, dead language known as 'Latin'. It looks most like that, but the thing is, that's precisely why I'm unsure... it's dead. Nopony uses it anymore, and I honestly do not think anybody in Ponyville knows it." Twilight studied the page.
"Latin, sounds fancy and..." Spike and Twilight both looked directly ahead and slowly turned to face each other.
"Rarity!" they said simultaneously.
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"Scales is the new sparkle. They're small, they provide a unique texture, and they shine beautifully. I would love to have fresh scales, but only Spikey-wikey has scales that I can easily access and it would be a little rude of me to just pluck them off the poor dear," Rarity said with glee while looking at a dress in production.
"So why are you telling me? Why am I even here?" Sweetie Belle asked from the centre of Rarity's room, watching her elder sister zip around her.
"Artistic commentary. It is nice to have somepony able to provide instant feedback as you create. It makes the final product look much better in the eyes of the audience," Rarity said with her usual sweet tone.
Sweetie Belle sighed coarsely, glaring at her sister while she ignored Sweetie Belle's attitude. A door opened followed by a bell downstairs and Sweetie Belle immediately burst to life.
"I'LL GET IT!" she shouted while zipping through the room and down the stairs.
Rarity took a much more calm approach and patiently set her material down, made sure her dress wouldn't fall apart with her absence and turned towards the door, adding a gentle stride.
"I wonder who that could be?" she asked herself.
Before she could reach the door, it opened up revealing Twilight with a furious scowl and a cheerfully whispering Spike walking by with extra kick to his steps.
"Uh, can I help you, dear?" she asked with a nervous tinge in her voice.
Twilight snorted. "Just a couple of questions, 'dear'," Twilight said with venom in her voice.
Rarity found herself stepping back with fear. "Um, okay?" Rarity asked, trying to avoid eye contact.
She instead locked eyes with Spike while he turned over to her. Both parties looked at each other with slight curiosity and the same question present in their mind: what was the other thinking? Spike gulped, feeling his face starting to glow. Rarity felt her nervousness begin to spout from a different source. She was snapped out by a tap to the head. She redirected her gaze back to Twilight and saw her with a slightly more furious gaze.
"Lemmie guess, you heard nothing?" Twilight said, not really a question.
Rarity smirked sheepishly and chuckled, nodding her head. Spike had long since left his little post and began examining the dress Rarity was making.
"Well, simply put, did you vandalize this book?" Twilight asked, levitating a book from behind her.
Rarity looked at the book about Fire Rubies. She immediately knew she had been caught and sighed.
"Yes I did, and I'm sorry dear, but I was lost in my thoughts and wrote in it without knowing. I had to... sneak it in to avoid being caught." Rarity took a step forward closer to Twilight. "I am truly sorry for lying, and for vandalizing it and I am willing to pay for a new copy," she said with pride in her voice. "I'll even pay for two if you would prefer."
Twilight's scowl couldn't stay on for long as a smile broke out. She hugged Rarity quickly before letting go.
"I wanted to be angry so~o much at you because of the book but I can't. I'm just glad you owned up. I also apologize for instantly accusing you. Spike and I both thought the language was fancy, and you're one of the few friends we have that are fancy, so to speak," Twilight said with a chortle.
"Well of course, dear! I am unrivalled in fancy and fabulous," Rarity said with pep in her voice. "One sec and I'll have the money. How much do I owe you?" she asked while trotting over to her nightstand.
"Um." Twilight looked at the back of the book. "3 bits 35 cents," Twilight said.
Spike and Rarity both froze. Are you kidding me? They both thought simultaneously. Rarity spared it no more thought and pulled out a piggybank from the drawer and opened it up, dropping 6 bits and 70 cents onto the nightstand top. She levitated the money up and over to Twilight. She took the coins before realizing she had no coin purse. She rolled her eyes at the forgetfulness and just held it in the air.
"Well, I'll say you payed for the book so if you want, you can have it. I won't question what was going through your mind. Somethings are private for a reason," Twilight said, looking at the book unsure.
"I'll take it off your hooves since I did vandalize it, unintentionally or not," the fashionista spoke with full acceptance.
Spike sat back watching the scene unfold, not wanting to interrupt the conversation. Twilight looked over at Spike, just as Rarity relieved Twilight of the book.
"Spike was reading it before and seemed really interested in the foreign language, do you mind if he keeps it for a bit?" Twilight asked, turning to leave.
Spike looked between the two mares, allowing Twilight to speak on his behalf. Rarity lifted a hoof to her chin and thought, the smile still plastered on her face.
"Well, I suppose but I do expect something in return," Rarity said while looking over at the baby dragon with a certain flare that set Spike's heart ablaze.
Spike gulped, feeling his heart flutter at Rarity's picture perfect gaze. He attempted to speak, stammering at first. "Y-yeah?"
Twilight leaned in curiously while Spike almost felt himself starting to sweat. Rarity giggled at Spike.
"You are just getting so nervous, it's cute." Rarity giggled. Spike felt himself almost faint from how lightheaded he got. "I just want you to help me a bit. I know you're helping Twilight, but I could really use your help right now for a dress I'm working on."
"Alright, he's yours... in a way," Twilight said, giggling at her own joke. Spike glared over at Twilight who quickly shot into the door way. "See you at home, Spike."
"Yeah, see ya Twi." Spike shook his head, sighing.
Twilight giggled before closing the door. Silence took over the room which was promptly broken upon the door opening again.
"Is Spike your new consultant? Can I go now?" Sweetie Belle asked impatiently upon spotting the two.
Rarity rolled her eyes while giggling. "Sure, go play with your friends, Sweetie Belle," Rarity said, shooing her sister off with a flick of her hoof.
"YES!" she shouted, dashing out while slamming the door.
Rarity giggled while levitating the book over to her nightstand. She set both the book and the piggybank into the drawer of her nightstand. Spike scratched the back of his head while looking down at the ground. He gave it a light kick, unsure of his next words. A few clops later, he saw the shadow of a mare right in front of him. He looked up to find his angel staring right at him a few feet away. His heart fluttered and he let out a series of goofy giggles. Rarity giggled more elegantly.
"Alright, you're obviously curious as to what those words mean, right?" Rarity asked, turning to face her dress.
"Well... yeah, I guess." Spike followed Rarity, looking at it.
The dress had a design reminiscent of Eastern Countries; elegant, silk, ancient. It looked almost like a costume. Because... it's lacking something but I don't know, Spike thought.
"First, what do you think?" Rarity asked, standing to the side of the dress, presenting it proudly.
Spike thought hard. It looks like it could definitely use something shiny and textured. It lacks a special flare. Some dresses like this she makes typically has a gem or two so... He looked down at his own body and looked at his scales. His eyes lit up.
"It could use scales," Spike said, almost unsure.
Rarity let out a series of high pitched noises Spike could only imagine were squeals of joy. He looked over at the giddy mare just as she came off her high of... joy?
"That is just what I was thinking. But, to be honest, I have no source for scales... other than you," she said while looking at Spike.
Spike cocked his head. "Me? Scale extracting isn't a painless experience, not to mention I manage to feel the utmost amount of absolute," he started to say before stopping. He looked over at Rarity. "Of course, anything for you. It may take a while to get what you want. Three days, in fact," Spike said, looking over his body.
Rarity giggled slightly before looking back at her dress. "I completely understand, and for that, you'll get a reward. What it is, I do not know but I assure you that it will be worth your time," Rarity said with her own matter-of-factly voice.
Spike sighed lazily. "Alright, I understand." He looked over at the nightstand. "Before, though, what, well, what do those words mean? I saw them and they were only in the Pristine Fire Rubies section of the book," Spike asked.
Rarity looked over at Spike and gave him an even warmer smile, dwarfing her comforting smile from earlier. Spike didn't feel the flutter in his chest; he had done it so much it can't possibly increase. Instead, he felt calm. Reassurance of the highest degree, not that Spike mistrusted his angel.
"I can tell you this above all else: your gift, the Fire Ruby, was the most amazing gift anypony... anybody could ever give me." She sighed, lost in the memory.
"Greatest gift...?" Spike asked in disappointment.
Rarity chuckled. "Was, Spike. There is only one thing I can think of that is able to beat such a magnificent act of generosity, and what that is shall remain a secret until you find it out," Rarity said with a knowing voice: Spike was going to think non-stop about it.
Spike rubbed his chin and looked over at Rarity. "I handcrafted that jewel for months, aging it so I could devour it's sweetness," he said while unable to prevent the drool from escaping, "and I saw that it could have had a much greater purpose than a selfish snack. You saw the potential in making that a genuine piece of jewelry, one irreplaceable, according to Twilight."
Rarity rolled her eyes. "I suppose a lady can't tell her best friends something without one of them admitting it to somepony," Rarity said while stifling a giggle.
Spike blushed for a second. "Yeah, sorry, she kinda told me," he chuckled.
Rarity shook her head and trotted over to her bed, hopping onto the edge. She looked over at Spike and tapped beside her on the bed. Spike nodded and quickly dashed across the room which soon grew quiet. He hopped onto the bed, almost struggling due to the height, much to Rarity's amusement.
"Spike, that you would give me such an item you crafted for ages so you could enjoy, I felt almost guilty afterwards but it was then I realized it." She looked down at Spike. Spike felt his adrenaline shoot up. "You don't have some petty crush. You don't have some young infatuation with another pretty mare. Even when you were that large green monster," she paused, looking down at Spike. Spike's face was saddened at the memory of the dragon. Rarity leaned over and nuzzled Spike, completely snapping him out of the depression. She leaned back and the two locked eyes.
"You love me, correct?" Rarity half-asked, almost certain of the answer.
Spike's mind was flushed with confusion. This came out of nowhere, but I do. Why is, well, I have a crush on her or... is it a crush? I... I don't think of her that... lowly. I do, he thought before focusing on Rarity.
"Yes. I didn't realize it, but that little dumb ol' crush I had on you, it's not so little anymore. It's not insignificant or meagre. I gave up something I cared after for months because I didn't want it for myself." Spike looked ahead of him. He nodded with a smile. "I want you to be happy. I love you." He nodded and held back a giggle. He looked over at Rarity. She was smiling with a huge shine in her eyes, unable to prevent a blush popping up on her face. "I love you and I'm glad I gave you that Fire Ruby. Who knows what would have happened if I didn't?" Spike shook his head.
Rarity leaned in and nuzzled Spike, comforting him in his distraught mood. Spike felt more comfortable and leaned in, relishing in the feeling of Rarity's coat against his face. This continued in silence, and Spike didn't mind it in the slightest. He took in a deep breath and exhaled heavily. He had to force himself to separate from Rarity and almost found himself hyperventilating. He calmed down and looked over at Rarity.
"'Puniceus libra' means 'purple scales'. It's what went through my mind during the first pages. I couldn't help but think about you. Your Fire Ruby made me think of what you did. Scales are the most defining part of a dragon, for sure. They're the second most sparkly thing that I know, and yours are purple," Rarity said.
Spike raised an eyebrow before shrugging. "Makes sense, I guess." He thought about the book in question. "Wait, it was placed next to a chubby Fire Ruby," he said while slowly turning to Rarity with suspicion.
Rarity giggled sheepishly, finding the scene slightly awkward. "Well, you're just so cute and your chubby wittle cheeks," Rarity said with her 'cutsey-wootsey' voice while pinching Spike's cheeks with closed eyes.
Spike made no movement while his face continued to express raw, dull emotion. Rarity opened her eyes and looked down at Spike before chuckling again, releasing her grip on Spike's face.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm cute and chubby and a itty bitty wittle baby dwagon," Spike said with an imitation of Rarity's 'cutsey-wootsey' voice.
Spike exhaled heavily, allowing his head to droop. Rarity frowned and leaned in, pulling Spike into a hug. Spike made no change in emotion, firmly believing that he was exactly what he said. Rarity thought for a second before making sure she had a firm grip on Spike. She lifted him up extracting a surprised squeak from the dragon. She threw herself and Spike onto the centre of the bed and she began blowing raspberries on Spike's belly. Spike could not hold his depression with the assault and burst out laughing. He reached a claw out and tried pushing Rarity's head away, but no success. Eventually she did stop. She rolled over and faced the ceiling along with Spike.
"'Amo' means 'love', 'mei' means 'my', and 'almus' means 'kind', or 'generous'. More words I could use to describe you," Rarity said, rolling over on her bed to rub her face in the silky smooth blankets adorning the top of her bed.
Spike was too caught up in post-tickle laughter to realize the bed and instead jumped to the words.
"So, I'm yours, kind and generous and-" Spike paused.
He looked over at Rarity, just as she looked over to him. His eyes met hers and he couldn't believe how much they were able to sparkle... how much they were able to firmly establish themselves as a part of him. Rarity smiled, not large but rather small and soft. He wasn't sure of a proper term and settled on 'adorable'.
"The picture I heavily scribbled over, crossing out the letters spelled out the words that express how I feel about you. I almost felt embarrassed, only because it was public and in such a dusty old book," Rarity chuckled. Spike was too taken in by the words.
"'Meus flamma diligo'. 'I love my flame'. The inspiration for my work as of late. My latest dress..." She leaned in closer, inches away from Spike's face. "The inspiration was you. When I ask, you come. When I write a letter, you send it. This relationship between us as friends is too one-sided. I've been taking way too much from you," Rarity said with a long sigh.
Rarity's breath invaded Spike's nostrils, and he didn't complain one bit. It was divine, undiluted. He wanted so badly to lean in, closing the gap but didn't dare rush.
"You love me and I am no longer going to be taking." She leaned in once more, their noses connecting.
"I love you, my little Spikey-wikey."
Spike closed the distance between their lips involuntarily. He momentarily shocked himself and Rarity, but he let it fade, hoping that it was the right move. Make or break, in this case. His eyes were lazily staying open, watching Rarity. He decided against watching her expression and closed them softly. He pushed his arms forward, sliding one under Rarity's neck and his other over in a loving embrace. Rarity's eyes closed and she wrapped her hooves around Spike's body, pulling him in as close to her body as possible. She wrapped all of her hooves around the little dragon and proceeded to deepen her own kiss.
Spike's chest felt an intense pressure, as if he couldn't breathe but it was pleasant. His mind felt light enough to levitate him into the air and his body felt limp with the exclusion of his arms. Rarity's body had begun to warm up his own and this prompted him to break the kiss for a second to take in a breath. This short break didn't last long as Rarity's tongue pushed itself in between his lips.
Spike was surprised himself when Rarity, with her obvious experience, took over in the kissing. Spike didn't mind; he was new to this, and decided to let Rarity teach him. This went on for a few minutes before Spike decided to take initiative. He attempted to bend his right arm and slowly rolled both him and Rarity over so he was on top. Rarity giggled through the kisses allowing Spike to experiment with his own tongue. He pushed Rarity's tongue out of his mouth with his own tongue and finally his brain registered the taste of Rarity; peppermint. Spike loved this taste. He loved how his angel was perfect in every way and that his efforts to win her over had not gone unnoticed.
After what seemed like centuries to Spike, their kissing stopped and both parties were panting heavily, eyes still closed. Rarity's peppermint taste stayed on Spike's tongue, reminding him that this really wasn't a dream. He rested his head gently on Rarity's windpipe, looking off to the side so to maintain his breathing. Rarity nuzzled her muzzle into the top of Spike's head, coming off the high of passion herself. She had a thought that flashed through her mind but the concept lingered. She bit her lip and began to slowly caress the back of the dragon.
"Spike, I just want to let you know how sorry I am for treating you like a little dragon. You are far from a child in my eyes," Rarity said ever so gently and quietly.
Spike's ears would have melted from the sheer angelic sound if he were that flimsy. He simply nodded and Rarity smiled. She felt no more hesitation from her previous thought.
"So now, I'm going to fix that. I want to treat you like a grown up, mature dragon. My grown up, mature dragon," Rarity said, her voice changing into a tone Spike was unable to recognize properly due to the clouded mind.
His eyes lazily opened up and he thought about what she said.
"Treat me like a grown up? How?" Spike asked.
Rarity gently rolled herself and Spike over, little resistance from Spike. He allowed himself to lie on his back and look up as Rarity pushed herself to her hooves, standing above Spike. To the young dragon, he was staring up at the most beautiful thing in history. Her gentle smile, added with the rays of the sun beaming through the windows; Spike only realized now that it was starting into the sunset. Rarity leaned closer to Spike's muzzle once more. If his heart could explode from joy, it would have by now.
"Like this," she said in a voice that finally clued into Spike as being seductive.
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Spike gulped, wondering if his little heart would explode from all this stimulation. His mind had never crossed the thoughts running through Rarity's mind, so he couldn't have been prepared for what had come next. The white mare lifted her left hoof and brought it around Spike's left leg, gently pressing it on the inside of his leg while moving it slowly upward. Spike felt his chest pounding harder than ever. His breathing was becoming sporadic and Rarity chuckled before leaning down, locking lips with the dragon once more.
Her hoof reached the scaled lap of Spike and she placed it firm and flat against it. She applied some pressure, rubbing the general area. Spike felt his blood rush and felt another pressure from the lower half of his body. He felt his penis grow into a phallus ever so slowly and shortly after, felt soft brushes against it from Rarity's hoof. Spike wondered how he didn't pass out but didn't dwell on it. He was just trying to process the moment as it happened. The gentle brushing proved to excite him further than he thought possible.
He let out a few involuntary moans as Rarity broke their connected lips and looked down at Spike's face during the pleasure. He had the largest blush possible, spread out over his cheeks which were slightly bulging due to the dragon obliviously holding in his breath. Rarity once again giggled before kissing Spike on his cheek, snapping him out of his almost-hyperventilation. His eyes shot open with dilated pupils and his mouth shot open, letting out a quick gasp of shock.
Spike focused, finally, on Rarity's face. This new light was mysterious to him. It was entrancing him. It was exciting him. He didn't say any words, or even wish Rarity had stimulated him more. He simply enjoyed this close proximity and wouldn't mind if it never ended...
... is what his mind was shouting, but his lower half begged for more. Rarity seemed to know this as she leaned forward slowly, nuzzling Spike's head quickly.
"Spike, I want you to feel my love. I want you to know how strongly the fire of my love burns. The page I completely wrote over details every bit... and I wanted that to be just between us." She began to rub his erect member faster, getting another gasp of shock from Spike's mouth. He clenched his eyes shut and grit his teeth together, letting out several grunts. "That page is too personal. It displays our love to the public."
Displays our love? What is she talking about? What was written? I... I don't want to care right now, Spike thought.
He stood up and released her grip on his phallus, allowing Spike much breathing room. Rarity slowly slid off of her bed and trotted over to a dresser on the other side of the room, opening it up quickly.
Spike lay on the bed, panting. Without realizing it, his arm moved and wrapped his claw around his erection and he began slowly, gently stroking himself. He just thought about the last few moments Rarity had given him and once again begun to wonder if this was a dream. He thought about how Rarity had kissed, and how she stroked him and felt no perverted stimulation but... instead, he felt normal. Regardless of that, he felt a certain wetness leak out of the tip of his phallus. His hand proceeded to coat itself in this, and in turn, the rest of his phallus.
"Rarity, I love you." Spike's heart began to pound furiously as he said that. He looked at the ceiling of the room and began to smile uncontrollably. "I love you." He didn't hear the steps, but felt when Rarity got on the bed once more. "I dunno when I graduated from a little crush to a mind-dominating love, but I don't care. I love you."
Spike felt a hoof on his arm while it was pumping back and forth slowly. Rarity gently slowed his rubbing down until he stopped. He didn't even look down and released his grip on himself.
"Spike, I am so happy. I am so happy you love me. Since that time, three weeks ago, when you gave me that... this, Fire Ruby..."
Spike slowly tilted his head forward, looking down at Rarity. She leaned down on his lap, practically nuzzling his phallus. Indeed, she was wearing the heart-shaped Fire Ruby necklace. Spike once more felt the pounding in his chest intensify at the reminder of that day. The day when he gave it to her, when she kissed him on the cheek affectionately. He thought that was the greatest moment of his life... then the next time she kissed him, the day after his birthday, he felt that was the greatest. Now, he could easily disregard those. Rarity admitted it to him.
"I love you."
She admitted it again. Spike would never get over it. He felt amazing every single time she said that or showed it.
"I love you too, Rarity." He sat up, looking down as Rarity lifted her head, beginning to rub his erection with both hooves. Spike moaned from this also. "I want to do this for you, too. I want to love you physically, too."
Spike gently grit his teeth, closing one of his eyes while half closing the others. He felt himself sweating, the pressure in his lap growing with each stroke Rarity made. Rarity raised her head to Spike's level and looked at him directly.
"In due time, Spike. This time, I'm going to let you know how sorry I am for not treating you like a mature dragon. I want to treat you like my love." She stopped stroking Spike. She lifted her hooves and turned them, pressing the non-wet side of her hoof on his head. She gently made him lie down. "Relax, Spike. I want you to enjoy this."
Spike nodded, allowing himself to lean back onto the bed, onto the same slightly damp spot. He looked down at Rarity as she removed her hoof. She was looking down at his phallus so intently. She looked up at him and gave him yet another warm smile.
"This is for you, Spike. This is my gift, to you."
She leaned down slowly, eyes still locked with Spike. She opened her mouth, reaching out with her tongue. Spike felt time slow down as he began to heavily anticipate the feeling. Her tongue was inches... centimetres... millimetres away. Finally, the tip of her tongue made contact with the tip of his phallus, and Spike felt his entire body freeze up from the sensation. The wetness of her tongue merged with the pre-ejaculate on his phallus and soon, the rest of her tongue slid down the base of it introducing Spike to a completely new sensation, one that made him completely forget the mess of two weeks ago when he became a dragon. It made him forget that Rarity chased after jerks like Blueblood. It made him forget that Rarity treated him like an expendable for the longest time, or that she ignored the time he fought valiantly against the Diamond Dogs.
This was Rarity's gift to him, their love meeting and building up to an inevitable sensation, this was Rarity's apology. One that was not necessary... yet he forgot that. He felt the pressure building up intensely, simply from Rarity placing her tongue. His entire body tensed up, going stiff. Spike fought to release that building pressure immediately and to enjoy the moment.
Rarity slid his phallus into her mouth, squeezing it between her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and her tongue. Spike felt the pleasure double as this happened. Rarity slid the entire phallus into her mouth, stopping when she reached the base. She licked her tongue entirely over the phallus before bringing her head back slowly. Spike thought for sure he would have met his climax by now, but didn't question it. It was coming, he could feel it, and he didn't mind in the slightest that it was being withheld.
Spike allowed himself to moan numerous times throughout her slow suckling before Rarity began bobbing her head faster and faster, causing him to gasp from the shock. He started panting heavily as she got faster and faster, stroking his legs with her hooves. Spike reached forward and set his claws on her scalp, wrapping them gently around her ears. He gently rubbed them along with her head and mane every now and then as he felt the pressure building up to intolerable levels.
Rarity increased the amount of motion she made with her tongue and how much she sucked down on the phallus. Spike was reaching the pinnacle of the experience. He felt a sensation occurring below his phallus, inside his body; the area Twilight was able to determine were "internal testicles". His heartbeat practically stopped at this point. His eyes shot open and he looked up at the ceiling, entire body growing stiff.
"RARITY!" Spike shouted out as he felt the pressure releasing, encasing his entire phallus in a warmth indescribable to Spike.
He felt something hot move through the inside of his phallus before releasing out the tip, the most pleasant feeling he experienced yet. He felt crotch tense up numerous times, jerking every few seconds as he felt Rarity's mouth fill up with the substance he released. Rarity didn't once release the grip her mouth had on his phallus, licking the entire time he released more of the fluid into her mouth.
Rarity finished sucking the phallus clean of the substance and pulled her head back, making sure there was no large mess. She pulled her head back, allowing Spike the ability to recover from the experience. She leaned back, closing her eyes and probed at the semen in her mouth with her tongue. The taste wasn't something she expected.
I read that semen is usually salty, or tangy, usually depending on what the male has eaten but, she paused her thoughts, it has got an unusual taste reminiscent of tropical fruit punch... maybe from the jewels he eats? She stopped thinking about it and swallowed the fluid in her mouth, swallowing a few extra times to make sure it was gone. She smirked upon finishing and looked down, opening her eyes. Spike was lying with an arm rested atop his forehead, a wide blush on his face and his mouth wide open, no longer panting but breathing slowly.
Rarity placed a hoof next to the dragon's head and slid it under and around his neck as she lay down next to him. She embraced Spike in a tight hug, burying his head in her chest. The Fire Ruby necklace prodded his nose, causing him to open his eyes. His arm resting atop his head moved off, sliding between the scales of his head and the coat of her body and he wrapped his arms around her neck, nuzzling his face into the soft white coat.
"That was amazing. Thank you, m'lady," Spike said while nuzzling into the white coat.
Rarity pulled the dragon's limp body upwards, wrapping all of her limbs around Spike. Spike responded by attempting to sit up, grunting through his slightly exhausted state. He let out several chuckles before resting with both elbows pressing against the bed.
"Anything for you, Spikey-wikey," Rarity said softly.
Spike smirked at his pet name and took in a deep breath, exhaling in satisfaction. He allowed the silence to continue,
"Rarity, can, um, can I make you feel like," Spike said before stopping. Rarity knew what he was asking, but Spike couldn't form the words. A wide blush spread across his face and he looked to the right, away from Rarity. "Can I make you feel like that?" he finally asked, looking back to face Rarity directly.
His eyes sparkled, his brow arched in a way that best suited his embarrassment. His face was burning red by now and Rarity's heart could have melted at the small smile he had on his face. Rarity's smile grew and she sighed happily. She leaned forward and kissed Spike on his nose, causing the dragon to close his eyes and lose himself in the warmth of the moment. Rarity stopped kissing his nose and rested her chin on his noise. Then, she whispered slowly...
"You can do whatever you want, Spike."
Spike nodded before shifting his position so he could sit up. He looked to his left, watching as Rarity rolled onto her back, nestling herself into the silk blanket. She shifted her body upwards so her head rested on the pillow and finally stopped in comfort, and stared at Spike with fiery, steely eyes that pierced Spike's mind, driving home the fact that Rarity was truly ready for this.
Spike stood up and stepped across the soft bed, resting just behind Rarity. Her back legs stuck up in the air, crossed. He knelt down and placed both claws on her cannons, stroking them gently. Rarity took in a sharp breath at the contact, and slowly uncrossed her legs. Her tail still covered her pelvic area, preventing a view. Spike remembered her gaze from before, wondering if she was really ready.
"Rarity, you sure you're ready for this?" Spike asked, looking up to her face.
Her face kept that same gaze as before, steely eyed with the exception of a light blush adorning her face. The light peeking in through the window gave the room a golden glow, adding a glorious shine to Rarity's already glittering eyes. She chuckled, causing Spike to look back down to her covered pelvic area, unable to face Rarity.
"I'm sorry, dear. I just felt like being a tease." She let out a giggle before moving her tail out of the way, and spreading her legs as wide as she could comfortably.
Spike's mind was racing right now, his heart pumping furiously inside his chest. He could feel himself growing erect as he stared down at Rarity's exposed vagina. It had a slight wetness to it, probably due to the excitement of the previous moment. Spike continued to stare as his claws slowly massaged her legs while moving down to her white lips. He lowered his head closer to her pelvic area, allowing his claws to rub the area near the base of her legs. It was more tender closer to her vagina, softer. The white coat was smooth against his claws, yet he didn't move closer to the actual lips themselves.
He moved his face closer to her wet vaginal lips, his muzzle inches away. His eyes wandered up to see Rarity looking down at him, her blush much more intense than before. She had a hoof in her mouth, her teeth gnawing at it gently while she anticipated Spike's first contact.
Spike smirked while he looked back down at her lips. He leaned in, practically brushing against the lips. He took a big whiff of the scent emanating from the clear liquid dampening her lips. Rarity let out a gasp, clenching her eyes shut while he did that. Her blush would have increased if it could. Her heart was pounding just as hard as Spike's was, and his taking in her scent didn't do much to calm it down. Her anticipation was sky high, and she didn't open her eyes to see if he was getting closer. Her mind was racing with thoughts pondering what Spike's thoughts were on what he smelled. Having her eyes closed allowed her anticipation to reach a critical level. A shiver shot through her body, putting goosebumps all over. The warmth of the room as well as her face made her feel lightheaded.
Spike let out a deep exhale onto Rarity's vagina, sending even more shivers through Rarity's body. He removed his claws from Rarity's legs, setting his trigger fingers' tips on the centre of both lips. This sudden contact made Rarity shake once from the sudden contact. Finally, Spike spread her lips apart suddenly, eliciting a gasp from Rarity and causing her eyes to shoot open.
Spike couldn't take it anymore and dove his muzzle into the lips, practically massaging her clitoris with his nose due to the position. His mouth opened up, and his forked tongue reached into the sopping caves of Rarity's vagina. The tongue assaulted the tight walls at the foremost part of her internal caves; the texture and juices teased the taste buds of his tongue.
Rarity could swear her heart exploded. Her back instantly bent, causing her to lift her back off the bed. Her forelegs reached forward, hooves being set gently on Spike's head in an attempt to drive him deeper into her.
Spike moved his tongue back and forth at a rapid pace. He moved in circular motions, sending a shiver each time he completed a circle down Rarity's spine. She felt her pelvis grow warm, as well as her clitoris as Spike's nose massaged it every time he moved his tongue. Spike greedily lapped up the juices which begun to flow faster. He kept up his rapid pace, and before long, Rarity began to let out light moans and groans of satisfaction. Spike enjoyed hearing this, speeding up his intense licking. He didn't dare push his tongue deeper, wanting to use his phallus for a deeper penetration later.
Rarity's breathing became more erratic while the pressure in her chest doubled... tripled... quadrupled... whatever it did, it felt great, and intensified as Spike continued to lick away furiously. Her hooves began massaging the spines on his head as she began to moan louder than before. Her climax was coming, and she couldn't stop it, even if she wanted to. Spike's furious assault on her vagina was way too much.
She felt her vagina grow hot, a sensation deep down inside almost searing to her. It was the greatest feeling she could have, all because Spike was making her feel this way. His tongue only increased the amazing sensation passing through her pelvis.
Like a wave of energy coursing through her body, she felt her orgasm arrive, sending many shivers through her body. Her back was arched as far as she could comfortably. Her forehooves were now pressing down harder on Spike's head.
"SPI~IKE!" Rarity let out in one shriek as she felt the liquids flushing out of her opening.
Spike continued to lap up the flowing juices, moving his claws to her haunches. He firmly placed his claws there, getting a good grip while he continued lapping up the aftermath of Rarity's orgasm.
She removed her forehooves from Spike's head while her body loosened up. Spike pulled his head back, licking his lips clean of her juices before doing the same for Rarity. He massaged her haunches gently, giving Rarity the utmost relief from the sexual high. Rarity's breathing regulated itself while her right forehoof took it's place on Spike's head, gently rubbing his scalp.
Spike pulled back, finishing the clean up and took one final swallow. His heart was pounding, and his phallus was throbbing. He released his grip on Rarity's haunches and he attempted to stand, prompting Rarity to remove her hoof. She rolled over onto her side, slowly breathing in to calm herself down. Spike stood up fully, stepping over Rarity's hindlegs. He lay down in front of Rarity, pushing himself in between her forelegs. She giggled, and wrapped her forelegs around Spike, and brought him closer to her face. She set his head right below her chin, and she kissed him on the top.
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"Rarity, I'd rather wait for... 'it'. This seems a little rushed, and I'd rather save it for something special." Spike reached his claws up, wrapping his fingers around Rarity's forelegs. He rubbed her coat, and Rarity let out an "mm" from the gentle rubbing. Spike felt his erection dying down. That's fine. He was satisfied with this. "You're amazing. I love you, Rarity."
Rarity opened her eyes finally, no longer stuck in the fogginess of post-orgasm. She nuzzled Spike's head.
"Anything for you, Spikey-wikey. You just tell me when you're ready to give me the greatest date ever, and I shall oblige," Rarity replied with satisfaction in her voice.
Spike let out a sigh of contempt. A question still nudged at his mind, causing him to focus, and collect himself.
"So, about the book..."
Author's Notes: I have completed this one-shot. Any questions you have, PM/comment, and I may answer. Most I pose here, however, will be answered in the fic this is tied with: The Apple Spectrum. This takes place before Chapter 3. Notice the reference to the Market Harvest near the beginning, regarding Applejack? It's a total tie in.
Anyways, this was my first clop. Please review, and thanks for your time,
Mr. Masato/Arby Works.