Spike and Twilight

This is just a very stupid short story that I wrote because I was bored. Feel free to skip this part.

The sun was setting by the time their picnic was over. The hot summer air that had spiked in temperature during the day had cooled suddenly. Twilight was just settling in, and the brightest summer stars were already sparkling. Already, the faint rainbow streak of shooting stars could be seen dashing across the deep purple sky. In the distance, men were hauling the last few kegs of applejack into the cool cellar below the bright red barn, and some small butterflies were fluttering shyly around the flowers, which still had some nectars left inside. Luckily in Equestria, summer days like this are not such a rarity.

Spike and Twilight were waving and calling out goodnight at their departing friends. They were picnicking underneath a peach tree this time, and as usual, Twilight was hosting it. They were almost finished cleaning up, so Twilight insisted that the others head back home, since they lived further from their location. Now Spike and Twilight were alone, watching their departing friends riding on their ponies back to their village of Ponyville, a place famous for their rare and colorful breed of ponies.

Spike leaned against the trunk of the tree, yarned, and stretched lithely against its full length. The spiky webbed feelers on both of his cheeks, greenish-yellow in color, scrapped against the bark, and his spiky green hair rustled some leaves on a low hanging branch. He rubbed his full belly, belched a green fire from his mouth, and turned to smile apologetically at his mistress.

"Oops, sorry 'bout that, Twilight. Guess I ate too much as usual."

Twilight only laughed.

"Oh Spike, you always eat too much. There's nothing to apologize for belching. It only means that food from your stomac--"

"Okay, okay, Twilight! I get your point", Spike grumbled. They feel into silence for a brief moment. They looked out into the beautiful scenery laid out in front of their vantage point, mentally storing in each and every detail, and breathing in a sweet green scent carried by the mid-summer's breeze. Twilight casually walked up to Spike, with her hands behind her back.

"Say, Spike, it seems that you were looking at Rarity quite a lot during the picnic," Twilight teased. She smiled slyly as she wrapped her right arm around Spike's back, and her hand rested on his right shoulder. "When are you going to ask her out, Spike? Didn't you confess to me that you have a crush on her?"

Spike his face away, but he could not hide his blush underneath his webbed feelers.

"Well, Twilight, too be honest . . . I already asked her out--." Twilight dropped her arm from his shoulder.

"And what was her answer?", Twilight demanded. She gently pulled his face toward hers. Spike frowned nervously.

"She said . . . well, she agreed."

"And when was this?"

"Two days ago."

"When were you going to tell me?"

Spike then willingly looked into her deep, purple eyes.

"Twilight, we've known each other longer than anyone else. But you cannot keep me around with you forever. You can't always have a leash on me."

Twilight raised her hand threateningly. "I could. I'm your master, and you're my number one assistant! You're bound to me Spike, that will never change."

Spike said nothing, but only crossed his arms. Twilight stared at him, and then immediately felt regretful for the way she acted.

"Spike, I'm sorry . . . "

"No, Twilight. I'm the one who should be sorry. I should've told you about me and Rarity. You have the right to know."

They both stood silently, deep within their own thought. Around them, summer continued on, oblivious to their situation. Luna climbed higher and higher into the deepening canopy. Celestial bodies of the night continued to advance forward against the now faint yellow and orange band, pushing it further down the horizon. The great sun, now quarter of the way down, reflected its light against their faces, as if shining its accusation against them.

Spike made his move first. He faced Twilight smiling and, taking her hand, he pulled her gently back toward him.

"Let's just put this aside for now. It's almost dark, and we need to finish cleaning this picnic up. But before that, let's finish this wine. We don't want to waste a good wine."

Twilight perked up at that. She laughed gently, and wrapped her arm around Spike again.

"Yes, let's do. But afterward, can we do something real quick?"

Spike gave her an amused look.

"Let's write a letter to Princess Celestia. Just for the old time’s sake."

Spike feigned a grimace at that.

"Oh, but Twilight! I thought we were done with that!"

"I know. But Princess Celestia probably misses us, so why not surprise her with a letter from two old friends?"

Spike pretended to ponder while rubbing his chin. He knew that once Twilight has something on her mind, it'll be hard to convince her to let go of it.

"Oh, alright. But let it be a quick one. I feel sleepy, and I want to clean up quickly so that we'll be at our library in time for bed."

"Oh, don't worry Spike. This will be a quick one."

Spike went over to small table a foot away where a half-eaten fig, a bottle of Pinot Bianco and two small crystal wineglasses were placed on. There were still some left inside the bottle, enough for the two of them. He first helped himself with one of the wineglass, and then he poured another one for Twilight.

When he turned around, she'd already conjured up a quill and a parchment paper in a flash, and they floated toward Spike. He waved them away with his tail.

"Hey, c'mon, Twilight. My hands are full here. Here, take this one. Let's make a toast to our another successful picnic!"

Twilight took one of the wineglass and, after both of them made a toast, floated them back to their original spot on the table.

"Now will you take the quill and paper?", she said.

Spike snatched both of them, which were floating in front of them the whole time.

"Now, how shall we start?"

Spike said, "How about we start with 'Dear Princess Celestia?'"

Twilight laughed.

"Of course, Spike! Take a note, just like the old times . . . "

Spike smiled sadly. "Just like the old times . . . ", he repeated her.

Twilight wrapped around her arms around her assistant the final time and said, "Okay, Spike, take a note. 'Dear Princess Celestia. How are you--'"

As she spoke, and while Spike was concentrating his eyes on the paper, she silently pulled her wand out of her robe pocket. She mentally recited a spell, and the power immediately glowed from her wand.

"You're mine forever", thought Twilight. "You will love me as I've always loved you."

Faint glowing entrails of magical light slithered from the tip of her wand. It went up the opposite side of the tree, went over a branch on top of them, slithered down the bark, and then finally cast a faint halo around Spike's head.

Spike stopped immediately what he was doing. Something felt wrong. The magical light was now invisible to him, but he still felt something . . .

He first slowly closed his eyes, and then his face slowly drooped. Ten seconds later, when he wakes up, the first person he sees will be the one he'll fall in love with.

His writing hand fell beside a small bottle of anti-love potion, whose content he had poured into a wineglass earlier before he'd offered it to Twilight. Its effect should start rather soon . . .




TL; DR, Manure hits the fan.