Twilight was away of course, so carrying out this plan via magic was out of the question. Tugging them on as he hurried down the stairs, the book clutched under one arm, he made his way to the door, more excitement flowing through him faster than if he had just stumbled upon a gem mine. He leaped lightly off the bed, startling Owlowiscious who was snoozing in the bedroom window, and grabbed some rumpled jeans off the floor. THE thing he needed to do to prove his worth to Silver. He suddenly had a brand new option, a new plan. After a couple of seconds, a fanged smile began to spread across his face. And yet it was this particular discovery that made something seemingly click inside his noggin. However, as with every other type of dragon he’d met or learned about, one thing set him apart from them. Spike’s eyes grew bigger as he read and he could practically see his youthful self in a picture of a baby drakul. He wasn’t sure which thought crossed his mind first, Silver herself or this bizarre plan of action brought on by looking at the pictures of the various species and happening across one genus remarkably similar to drakes: drakuls. He was keeping after the library once again today and had been lounging in Twilight’s bed in just a t-shirt and briefs (plain white he had long ago given up on silly patterns – too many bad memories), skimming a book on dragons. And now as an adult who had been through so much more than he had before that awful school day, Spike finally got fed up with fighting his gut feeling. So, despite being called everything from naïve by Rarity to downright desperate by Rainbow Dash, the purple dragon had periodically mulled it over all his life. This was another factor that had made Spike appreciate her for so long and another that contributed to his wondering if pursuing her might actually yield some reward for both of them. They both still dressed in the most expensive fashions, a factor which had often made Spike wonder if Silver was rich as well if she was, she had never boasted about it or used it as an excuse to get out of trouble as Tiara always seemed to. He wasn’t sure what she was doing these days but he would glimpse her around town every so often, always at Tiara’s side and laughing most likely at other ponies’ expense. She too had grown up into an exceptional mare – her pale gray mane no longer in its tight braid but wavy and flowing. Spike had no clue why he should continue having feelings for Silver Spoon, especially since so many years had gone by. Everything about him felt complete but that. He certainly didn’t feel that way though. He had been assured by the doctor that this was simply a universal attribute of his subspecies, the drake, and that other qualities would make up for it. All Spike’s hopes for someday growing wings had been crushed when, even now, none had sprouted. However, not everything had gone according to plan as far as he was concerned. He was eating right and had even developed an expanded taste for reading thanks to Twilight letting him look after the library even more now, recognizing his maturity. He was no longer his stumpy self, but instead lanky and well-built. Ten years on and Spike had grown into a very solid specimen of teenage dragon (this time of natural causes rather than a sudden surge of greed). Of course, he had not died and had long since left school. Although Twilight insisted it was medically impossible to die from even long-term embarrassment, Spike always figured he ought to have. Eventually he’d gone back only to find that giggles and whispers followed him and that Diamond Tiara had gotten a mere slap on the hoof it seemed. When he’d asked if could change schools, she reminded him that it was the only one in town but that he could hold off returning for a few days. When he’d told her about the newspaper photo, she’d promised to talk with Cheerilee and ensure it didn’t get published. Twilight had comforted him after he’d run home when he told her what had happened she’d been totally sympathetic thanks to her own school days being marked with similar humiliations. But the day he’d been pantsed in front of Silver Spoon and company still brought an overwhelming feeling of shame to his stomach whenever he thought back on it even now, ten years later. Even the nightmare of taking care of all his friends’ pets at once was barely remembered by him or anyone else. Overcoming the illusions of and personally defeating the ruthless King Sombra? Piece of gem cake. His misadventures during the Great Dragon Migration? A tiny anecdote. Spike looked back on that as the worst day of his existence, no doubt about it. Spikey-Whities or How Spike Learned to Stop Screwing Around and Love Silver Spoon
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