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"Of the Fair and All After"

Written by The Descendant

The ball thudded resolutely against the milk bottles.

The rough, worn, leathery surface left a single greasy smudge against the white surface as it instantly thudded to the floor of the booth. As the ball bounced once across the trampled grass and rolled the carnival barker smirked to himself and called out to the latest customer of his stand. That customer looked on in disbelief, his jaw hanging open.

"Oh!" called the carney, "Tough luck kid!"

"But, but I hit them dead on…like, three times…" answered Spike, his voice revealing the deep disappointment that only the waste of a week's worth of allowance could elicit.

"Hey," called back the carney, the earth pony running his hoof through his beard, closing his eyes and hiding his smirk, "That's just the way it falls, kid. C'mon, another two bits…give it another go…"

The smirk of the carney disappeared quickly as he turned back to the dragon whelp. His eyes went wide as he looked down into the fuming, burning countenance of the dragon, the fury behind it shining forth as green light that competed with the lights and sounds of the midway beyond.

"Errr…how about one more throw, on the house…a, uh, loyal customer bonus," stammered the carney, placing one more worn leather ball on the counter before the dragon.

The sounds of the fair, the voices and music of the rides, rose up around Spike as he teetered on the milk crate. As his fury subsided he lifted the ball, the carney giving a sigh of relief as he did, and focused once more on the pyramid of milk bottles.

Spike took a deep breath, opened his eyes. Sticking out his tongue he pulled backwards, wound up his pitch, focused on the bottles beyond.

With a huff of exertion he let it fly.

This, of course, proved the right moment for the carney to subtlety lift his hoof off of the pedal. Finally he had released the catch of the hidden dowels, making it so that physics now would be in Spike's favor.

At once there was a rattling crash, and Spike looked up to see the pyramid of bottles falling apart, one spinning in place before finally collapsing to the ground.

"I did it!" called Spike, lifting his arms wide in jubilation. At once the crates teetered, and he grasped for them, calling "Whoa!" as he recovered.

"You sure did kid! Pick a prize, pick a prize!" said the carney, placing his hoof over the hole where the dowel extended, hiding it from view. "Go ahead, kid, pick a prize…anything above the line," he said, motioning to the greatest swath of his prizes, yet not the largest of the stuffed animals, sheltering as they were below the wide white line.

Spike lifted his head once more over the counter. As ponies slid by their conversations went unheeded, and his eyes beheld the possibilities. In them were reflected the same light as any dragon who eyed up some small treasure soon to be part of his hoard, and the carney gulped a little as he saw it, as he lifted the bottles once more into place.

Spike ignored the stuffed animals, the vaguely familiar figures changed just enough to avoid copyright violations, and instead focused on those things that were more…permanent, real.

Instead his eyes focused on what had first drawn him to this one game among the others, had made him ignore Twilight's recommendation to avoid the games and the questionable business model that they represented.

"That one, please," he answered, motioning over the counter, leaning across it to where a small item sat twinkling in the afternoon light. As he did the big silver balloon, the one he had already won for answering the quiz at the Gemstone Appreciation Society booth, bobbled about, bumping the other prizes that looked down upon him.

The carney slowly walked to the opposite side of the stall, flattening the grass further as he came up to where the momento hung on the wall.

"Excellent choice, sir!" answered the carney, lifting it, laying it on the counter before Spike. "That's a historic piece, ya' know…ancient treasure outta' Cervia…."

"Wow," Spike replied, looking the necklace over, lifting it carefully from the counter.

"Ya' got somepony, errr…dragon, thing…special tah' give that too, Sport?" asked the carney, adjusting a box beneath the stall.

"Yeah, yes…yes I do," spoke the little dragon, turning, jumping from the crate. "Thanks," he said, moving into the stream of ponies making their way up and down the line of games.

The carney waited, watching as Spike merged into the crowd. After a moment he pulled the box out further. Taking out another necklace he chuckled to himself as he read the label…

Necklaces (Gold Coloring): 12 Dozen (Gross)
Made in Cervia

Spike made his way up through the ponies, ignoring the further call of carnival barkers who entreated upon him to try their impossible tasks.

Instead he ducked into the space between two booths, beneath the shelter of a tree. There he looked the necklace over once more. At once he slid it into his haversack, the one given to him for listening to the droning old unicorn from the Celestian Literature Circle. Checking to see if his big silver balloon was still fastened tightly to his wrist he looked now to his new prize, and beheld it with wonder.

Yes, there was somepony special he wanted to give this to. Yes indeed.

As he slipped the necklace within the haversack he watched as Snips and Snails tossed rings towards bottles, the two calling advice of varying usefulness to each other as they worked their way through their buckets.

Spike poked his head over the edge of the stand, looked down at the prizes found here. Goldfish swam inside plastic bags, some looking up to him with bubbly expressions. Spike, initially questioning just how long the fish could truly survive, found himself wondering what it would be like if he…

No, he thought, taking off through the crowd again. No time for that now, now he had something else to accomplish. As he went he pondered the day…how cool it felt, yet being so warm.

Three months ago, when summer had began, it would have felt so warm across his scales. Yet, that was then. Now, as the summer was dying, the exact same day suddenly felt so much cooler. As he went down the line of booths he looked upon the faces of ponies who seemed to sense the same thing in the air, and as his balloon hovered overhead it marked his slow progress among the throngs.

Suddenly the space opened up, and the scene around him changed, and amazing smells reached him.

Around him the sounds of sizzling foods rose up, and exotic scents washed over him. He looked up at the concession booths and saw the exciting variety of delectable foods found there.

At the window of one of the booths a familiar form hurried along, reacting to a long line of ponies that stood before her. At once he wiggled through the crowd that stood before the booth and made his way within the door at the back, turning sideways as to avoid sending the boxes of treats sprawling to the floor.

"Hey Pinkie, I was wondering if…" he began.

"Hi Spike," spoke the earth pony without looking at him, "Can you get this ready? Thanks."

Spike looked down as a plate spun before him, up to Pinkie, then back down at what was lying there. Two cookies sat welded together with frosting, and he looked upon them with uncertainty.

"Umm…" he said, laying it before the pony at counter, the unicorn looking back at him quizzically, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah have to fry it first!" Pinkie called, already preparing other orders.

"Really?" replied Spike with surprise, looking up to the unicorn. The stallion smiled back at him, "Fair food, lad! Healthy for the spirit, not so much the body…"

Spike tugged at the haversack nervously, feeling the tiny weight of what waited within. He let the big silver balloon float to what seemed like a safe place, then turned back to the indecent looking mass of frosting and cookies. Taking up the plate he spun to the fryer.

As the desert became golden-brown Spike flipped it over and over, letting it become a crispy treat. He soon found Pinkie bringing him more and more items…deep-fried cupcakes, deep-fried candy bars, even the occasional vegetable…

Soon the line had diminished, and Spike found himself leaning across the counter, his feet dangling beneath him, as Pinkie wiped it down.

"Good job, Spike!" spoke the pink pony, giving him a noogy, the dragon smiling as her hoof brushed against his head. She smiled to him, and lifting up the little wooden box full of bits she passed him a long string of tickets.

"Here ya' go!" she added, laying the string before him. The tickets curved out and around, unwinding themselves, their preformatted edges standing out in contrast to their slick surface.

"Really, Pinkie? Thank you so much!" called the dragon, gathering them up, placing them into the haversack.

"Awww! No problemo, you earned them," she replied, giving him a quick hug, "I wish I had a good assistant!"

Spike blushed, laughed knowingly. With a wave he was out of the booth, carefully gathering up his big silver balloon. Pinkie waved back as he disappeared into the crowd. Yet, soon enough, another customer was at her window, this one vaguely familiar.

"Excuse me, miss," asked the older pegasus stallion with the sunken eyes, "Would you have any deep-fried…pie? I mean, is that even possible?"

"Well," smiled Pinkie with a giggle, "we're gonna find out!

Spike had already begun moving out through the crowds again, the large silver balloon showing his progress as he went. His hand stayed on his haversack, the canvas pressed against his scales as he kept checking to make sure that the necklace was safe.

He turned out of the crowd as soon as he could. He now found himself amid the older buildings on the fairgrounds, and the smells of agriculture reached him.

It smelled like autumn. The smells revealed the energy of the sun laying in wait, the long summer that was now dying sealed behind the slick surfaces of the fruits and skins of the vegetables.

Harvest, the whole reason this fair had been founded centuries ago, was upon them.

Before him now were display stands of vegetables, fruits, and every type of product of the field and garden. Tall stands of corn were bundled together, and pumpkins, surprisingly early yet massive, stood proudly. Many were already marked with big blue, red, or green ribbons marking the competence, or luck, of the pony that had grown them.

He looked a few over out of politeness, nodding approvingly, convincing himself that he knew the qualities that made a squash worthy of adoration. He even made a point to study the neat piles of rocks left for the public's consideration by various geoculturalists from the farms near Ponyville.

Quickly though he moved on to where a big banner proclaimed "Apple Grower's Co-op".  As chilled apple cider flowed around and around in clear casks in an endless loop he caught sight of Applejack and Applebloom sitting at the booth, the two ponies wearing a half-dozen ribbons between them, the barely contained pride at the efforts of Sweet Apple Acres just beneath the surface.

He jogged up to them, the silver balloon bouncing on its cord as he did.

"Hey guys! Congratulations!" he called, trying to read the fine print on the ribbons. They revealed titles such as "Biggest Apple", and "Highest Quality Bushel" and "Best Appearance by a Golden Delicious".

"Thank ya' kindly, Spike," answered Applejack, smiling, "Sweet Apple Acres always does well…takes pride and hard work is all."

"Hey, Applebloom, I was wondering if you knew where Sweetie Belle might be?" he asked, pulling the balloon down closer to himself, seeing the baskets of harvested produce reflecting in its surface.

"Whattcha need Sweetie Belle for?" asked the filly.

Spike gulped and ran his clawed hand over the haversack, once more checking to feel what was within.

"Oh, I'm just trying to find her sister. Thought she might know…I have…something for…nevermind…"

Spike shrunk back. He could feel Applejack smiling down at him, and he blushed. Instead he looked to Applebloom. Around her was wrapped the same vest her sister was wearing, the ribbons affixed proudly.

"I'm officially a representative o' the Apple Grower's Co-op Association," she answered, noting his interest, raising her head and motioning to herself, "I'm now a responsible member o' the Association. I'm sittin' booth today with mah' Sis…"

"Oh," answered Spike, his head falling slightly, "I…was wondering if you and Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo wanted to go on a ride, I got these free tickets from Pinkie…but if you need to sit…"

Spike looked up to see Applebloom already squeezing out of the vest, her sister laughing at the filly's sudden departure from her self-assumed responsibilities.

They soon gathered up Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, the two having been arguing over who would win more ribbons if they were certain species of livestock, and then bounded out towards the midway.

Before the four young creatures spread the rides and amusements. Down the wide paved path sat constructs of amazing proportion and purpose.

"Which one we gonna ride first?" asked Applebloom, darting a bit.

"The Whirl-o-Puke!" called Scootaloo, the excitement evident as she gestured towards an unfriendly looking ride where wobbly ponies were disembarking.

"Nah," answered Sweetie Belle, recoiling, "It looks too…uncomfortable. Let's try the Greater Chairs."

The eyes of the four youth turned towards a large circular ride with chairs dangling from it. As it began ponies went around and around and around…

"Wow," replied Scootaloo, flatly, "That looks like a very special kind of boring."

Spike watched as Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes and pointed her pegasus friend back towards the ride. "It's not boring," she said, "Watch."

Almost instantly the ride sped up, and the tower began to rise. As it did it tilted back and forth. Spike imagined his stomach doing the same.

"Okay, yeah…let's do that," agreed Scootaloo with a wide, eager smile. Spike though only felt his eyes getting wider as ponies called out high above and he felt Applebloom take a step closer to him and gulp.

As the four stood in line they measured themselves against a slightly horrifying post painted like a clown. "You Must Be This Tall to Ride", it stated, and to their simultaneous relief and consternation all four passed through.

"Hey, mister," asked Spike as he approached one of the dangling chairs, "Ummm…will my, I mean…" he began, motioning to his balloon, squeezing the haversack tighter.

"Yeah, sure kid," replied the carney with a disconcerted tone, one that made Spike wonder if he was a relation of the one he had fought to win the necklace off of, "I'll watch 'em while yer' up there."

As the carney buckled him into the chair, the chains and metal bars making re-assuredly solid sounds, Spike felt the haversack and balloon lift from him. He watched as the carney tucked them into the operator's booth, then felt the ride begin to move.

It was slow at first, and as the ride went around he heard Applebloom and Sweetie Belle behind him calling to each other, heard Scootaloo giggling ahead of him. His eyes though looked to the little operator's booth, the carney standing there unconcerned, all of the ponies awaiting their turn standing so close to his prize…

At once his thoughts were lifted away as the ride began to lift. Spike grabbed at the chains that bound his seat to the assembly, felt himself being lifted away as the chairs gained speed.

Within moments he was flying. Well, a reasonable facsimile. As Spike gripped the chains his chair moved faster, and as the tower lifted higher and tipped he was suddenly forced higher into the sky, seemingly up into the blue beyond.

Slowly, certainly, the tower began to tip again, and as the fillies cried out before and behind him Spike clutched tighter. Now he seemed to be flung towards the ground, ponies below looking up into his wide eyes.

As the ride leveled out Spike beheld something amazing. Before him Scootaloo was holding her forelegs wide, not holding onto the chains at all. Her little wings were beating at the sky, a blur of motion, moving the chair forward at its lashing.

Her laughs of joy fell back over him, and he saw her enjoying this moment, pretending that she was now a grown pegasus. She was in her element.

Spike unclenched his fists, literally using the left to unwrap the right. Slowly, cautiously, he lifted his arms as the horizon spun around and around. Cold air now wrapped around him, along his sides, beneath his outstretched arms.

Soon though, something changed. The ride began to slow, and as it did he opened his eyes to see the horizon beyond the fairgrounds, beyond Ponyville itself.

There was a red and yellow tint to the trees, and an orange sun was descending into the west. Autumn was coming, and that had to be dealt with first. As the ride began to descend he gave one last look to the cool sky, the changing trees, and then looked below as the ground once more rose up to claim him.

Within moments the four were once again among the throngs on the ground, Spike gingerly tying the balloon around his wrist. He slid the haversack over his left side, opening it to check on the necklace. Assured that it was still there he looked up into the anticipatory faces of the Crusaders.

He ran his clawed hand through the haversack once more, careful to avoid the little treasure, and pulled out the remains of his tickets.

Only two were left…

"Oh, ummm…I'm, I'm sorry, I only have the two left, and I was going to save one for…something important."

The faces dropped. Spike ran his foot back and forth in front of him, making a sweeping mark in the dust at the side of the path.

"Speaking of which…Sweetie Belle, have you seen your sister? Or, know where she is?"

"Spike and Rarity sitting in a tree! K. I….," began Scootaloo, yet she was soon silenced by stares from Sweetie Belle and Applebloom.

"She was heading to the Craft Hall, last time I saw her," said Sweetie Belle, smiling at him, "She's got one of her quilts in the contest."

"Oh…okay…" he added, watching them begin to leave.

At once they stopped. Applebloom whispered something to the other two…and giggling resulted. The fillies trotted back over to Spike, standing before him and next to him.

"Spike?" cooed Applebloom.

"Yeah?"  answered the whelp.

"Thanks for the ride!" said the three in unison. In an instant three soft little kisses had been laid upon him, and in a flash the fillies disappeared into the crowd, giggling as they went.

Spike was left standing there, the balloon bobbing softly in his grasp. After a moment something brushed his scales, and he looked down to see a single leaf falling across him, then fall to the ground.

As he looked down to it he smiled slightly, blushing.

As he made his way to the Hall of Crafts he passed the animal barn and looked within to see Fluttershy standing proudly before a group of her animal friends, ribbons of their own across their cages.

He smirked to himself upon seeing the loathed figure of Angel. The sight of the rabbit done up in a great wide bow and looking very put upon made Spike happy in ways he was not proud of, yet that he didn't try to hide.

Heading quickly towards the Craft Hall he pulled the balloon down close to himself so that it would clear the door. Upon entering he beheld all sorts of wonderful things, each the product of the creative minds of the Ponyville ponies.

He strolled past all sorts of knitted crafts and woolens, past woodcrafts clever in their design and function. Here there were silks and cabinetry, and all of these too were strewn with a multitude of ribbons, each one proudly pronouncing their creator's ability.

He wandered through an exhibit of local artists and photographers. Tapping his chin and making contemplative sounds he looked them all over before simply choosing a random number and throwing it in the "Viewer's Choice" ballot box.

At once he passed around a corner and beheld the judging of the quilts. Dozens were hanging there, each one with its own story, yet only one caught his immediate attention.

Rarity and two older ponies stood before the judges, their fantastic quilts hanging behind them. He looked upon the beautiful form of Rarity, saw her graceful hooves dance a bit, knew her to be nervous.

At once the judge turned, lifted the ribbons from table…and gave Rarity the third place one.

Spike's heart sank as he watched her thank the judge, forcing a smile, and Spike too joined in the applause for all three as they moved back into the crowd.

Slowly, cautiously, he sought her out. When the crowd around her had thinned he approached…

"Ummm, hey, Rarity…congratulations, I think," spoke the dragon, looking up to her with an uncertain smile.

"Oh, hello Spike! Thank you so very much," she spoke, returning the smile.

"I…I think your quilt is beautiful," he added, "It…it could have won, should have…"

He was surprised as Rarity laughed a little, began to fold the quilt back over the display rack. "No, dear," she said, factually, "Snippet and Darning Needle have been making quilts for decades longer than I have, and they are masters of the craft…I'm very pleased that at my young age I should have progressed as far as I have in the art…"

She smiled back to Spike, looked quickly from side to side, then winked at him.

"It would have been so very nice to have won, though," she added with a laugh.

He watched as her magic wafted over the quilt, its design once more seemingly coming alive, the geometric shapes seeming to dance over its surface. She hummed to herself softly, and he watched her…his expression growing softer.

Meticulous, concerned, perfect…beautiful.

"Rarity?" he felt himself ask as she finished up.

"Yes Spike?" she answered, turning back to him as she tossed her head, freeing her mane, stretching.

"Would…could I interest you in going on a ride with me?" spoke the whelp, opening his clawed hand to reveal his last two tickets.

She smiled at him, and twelve minutes later he was opening the door of the Ferris Wheel carriage for her, showing the lady to her seat as his heart pounded and his face went blush.

Once, twice, the great wheel went around, and soon they were stopped at the top. As they looked over the fairgrounds from on high Spike turned to her, mustering all of the gallantry he could. He felt for his haversack, his balloon, and spoke…

"I…I have something, for you…I won it today…I'd like you to have it…"

She could only smile as the little dragon wrapped it around her.

Ever the gentleman Spike opened the door for her once more, and at once Sweetie Belle was there, imploring her sister to take her on more rides. Rarity, sighing, lead her off. Spike floated out into the grounds, seemingly lifted on a cloud of amore'.

"Spike?" called a voice, the most familiar to him in the world. He turned as Twilight came through the crowd, the unicorn calling "Pardon me." And "Excuse me!" as she moved among the mass of ponies.

"Hey Twi!" he called back, running up to her, "How did judging the talent show work out?"

Twilight rolled her eyes and gave him a small smile. "Talent is a matter of opinion…c'mon let's get something to eat."

With a variety of fair food of their own spread before them Twilight and Spike enjoyed perhaps their most deep-fried dinner since they had arrived in Ponyville that summer…the summer that was now rapidly failing.

As they sat at the picnic table amid the abandoned dairy ring they slowly drank their milkshakes and stared out over the midway. As they watched the sun began to set, the days now pushing towards the tipping point of being evenly divided between day and night.

At once a breeze flew through the fair, and Spike felt himself lean closer to Twilight, huddle against her warm mammalian coat.

"Oh, Spike, look!" called Twilight, and he lifted himself to see what had excited her so. He too took a deep breath and looked on in wonder.

The midway was coming alive, the small lights on the rides flashing to life as the sun set beyond. Within a few precious moments the fairgrounds were awash in the light and music, and there was a special magic in it.

Together the two sat close by, watching the fair flow around them until the night was full and Twilight felt Spike's head begin to droop.

"C'mon," she sighed as she stood, stretching, waiting for him to jump on, "Let's head home…"

Together they walked to the gate, and both knew that crossing out beneath it would mean more than just an end to their day at the fair, but also to that summer…that first wonderful summer in Ponyville…

They hesitated, buying some cotton candy from a nearby stall, then once more turned towards the gates.

So, as they crossed beneath the Gates of Autumn, they raised their foreleg and arm to get a reentry stamp from the guardpony…not that they were going to return, but just holding onto the hope that someday they could recapture those moments…

Soon Twilight trotted out of the fairground. Turning the corner onto the High Street the fair was instantly lost behind them to both sight and time.

In the distance she could see the sleeping figure of Sweetie Belle perched upon Rarity's back as they made for Carousel Boutique.

Twilight at once noticed something about Rarity, saw something unexpected…a big silver balloon. At once she guessed where it had come from.

"Spike? Did you give Rarity your…" began the unicorn, but at that moment she felt him rummaging around, fighting to bring the haversack up from underneath himself.

"Hey Twi," Spike interrupted, not aware that she had begun to speak, "I won something...I'd like you to have it…"

At once she felt Spike running his hands past her mane, bringing something up along the side of her neck, felt it fasten around her.

She lifted her hoof, bringing the necklace up into her view. The pendant was something she couldn't make out. It was obviously made of a cheap metal, probably mass-made, and she was sure she could already feel it staining her coat that odd greenish color fake gold leaves behind.

"Oh Spike!" she softly replied, "It's wonderful, thank you so much…"

"You're welcome, Twi," came his happy reply as he slid down, resting his head on his clawed hands among her mane, "You're welcome…"

"Did you have fun at the fair, Spike?"

"Uh huh," spoke a dragon who was becoming drowsier by the moment.

There was a pause, and Twilight became aware of the cotton candy smearing across her as it lay beneath the tired dragon. She chuckled to herself, not letting it bother her.

"Twi?" spoke Spike, somehow holding onto lucid thought, "I'm glad we came to Ponyville."

"Me too," came her answer..

"Do…do you think that the autumn is just as fun, and the winters?" the whelp asked, surprisingly earnest for one so sleepy.

"I'm sure of it," answered the unicorn, smiling back at him, watching as his eyes began to close.

"That's good…that's…good…"

Soon there was the heavy breathing of the sleeper, and Twilight made her way back to the library on light hooves.

As she did she could feel the crispness beginning in the air, knew that autumn was indeed now here, that the summer had now certainly fled away.

She did not know everything that there was to know about autumn here in Ponyville, but she was willing to learn. Somehow, she knew that with Spike and the ponies she loved around her she would do her best, and the memories of the fair and all after would stay with her deep into the winter to follow and trough the long years of her life.

As Spike fell down into his dream the rocking of Twilight's body caught him up in a vision of a land of red, orange, and gold leaves. As he, a powerful and massive dragon, carried her upon his back across the tracts he smiled and knew that the memories of the fair and all after would be his treasure thought the centuries of his long life.

That, they knew, was the type of thing that was possible when friendship is magic, and Procer Celestia Invictus and Procer Luna Revenio continued to guide their charges across the Equestrian sky.

During a day at the fair Spike wins a prize at a carnival game! As he enjoys all that the fair offers his mind continues to return to the token...and what a fair marking the turning point between summer and autumn means for him and the ponies he loves.

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FourWheeledFortress Featured By Owner May 25, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you for writing this. You captured the joys of The Fair beautifully.
...And now, I am seriously jonesing for fair food. :lmao:
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner May 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I'm glad that you're looking at more of my works! Don't forget that the multi-chapter fics are over on the left-hand side of the gallery in the folders!;)

Yeah, I can't think about anything deep-fried or I suddenly get quite hungry!:D
RadiantVoid Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Loved it. Scootaloo's line "That looks like a special kind of boring." was perfect. As was the kid-like attention span of the CMC (and Applebloom).

You also managed to give Spike a good day, and show his maternal affection to Twilight and his more romantic side to Rarity. It was pretty surprising he gave the Balloon to Rarity, so that was a nice touch.

Rarity was also very like herself, being very gracious when she 'lost' the quilt off. It's probably a good thing he didn't give Rarity the necklace: she probably would have freaked (in a bad way).

The scene with Angel bunny was cathartic, I could feel the displeasure and see the humiliation he was subjected to. Ah... schadenfreude.

5/5 definitely, loved it.

A side note, and perhaps a bit of selfish one: Rarity mentioned two ponies who outclassed her in quilting - Snippet and Darning Needle. There is a wonderful fiction by Warren Hutch called "Turning of Screwball" that involves an OCD, highly organized pony who owns a crafts store; her name is Button Stitch. My greed is thus: Your fics are very similar, in that they could easily happen inside the continuity. Would you consider throwing a shout out to those of us who enjoy these fics in the form of a name drop for Button Stitch?
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I'm very glad that you feel that this one worked on so many levels! This is another one of my stories that depended very heavily upon "feelings" and "emotion" and all of that stuff.;)

Spike deserved a good day. I put him through a lot in my facts, especially three you haven't read yet. I just wanted him to have a chance to just a regular kid and have a day at the fair. I'm glad you feel that there was enough to the narrative to make it another "5" in your book!

Very glad you felt Rarity was in character!

I would not be opposed to a shout-out, but I won't put it in any of my stories without context, so you'll have to wait for it, I'm afraid!;)
Giantmako Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Another great Spike centered story from you. Overall just loved the mood that this story set, and what i kinda gathered from it in my mind.

A kid at the fair is just one of those timeless classics that everyone can draw from with traces of nostalgia. The rigged games that we blow our hard earned allowances on just to win some petty prizes that are nothing short than priceless treasures to our young minds. The food that tastes soo much better going down than it does a few minutes later coming back up on some random ride. And of course taking a ride on a ferris wheel with someone you care about.

This story brought back some good memories no doubt.

Spike was great in this story, from his desire to win the necklace for the one he cared about most, his willingness to help Pinkie Pie with her concession stand, sharing his tickets with the CMC without remorse, the well meant compliments he gives to Rarity to lift her spirits, and of course the ending which i'll touch on soon enough.

I have to give a personal nod of approval in regard to you having Spike enjoy some of the rides with the CMC. I know as Twilight's assistant, and Rarity's go-to dragon on anything she needs his help with, Spike doesn't seem to get a lot of bonding time with peers his own age. Even as mature, and insightful as he is sometimes I think Spike might need a little of that every now and then. And you just don't see enough of that it seems. So fine job on that good sir.

I liked the reflecting subjects that was the changing of seasons, and Spike himself changing bit by bit. The imagery you used here describing the dynamic colors that involve the change of summer to fall was well done, and painted a vivid picture.

And of course the ending. I actually had to scroll up the page when i realized that the gold necklace was intended for Twilight instead of Rarity, and as always it was nearly tear jerking to see these two have such a moment. Your perfect capturing of Twilight as that motherly, caring older sister figure really shines through in this story as well. Even though she can easily tell that the trinket isn't real jewelry, Twilight doesn't hesitate to wear it proudly for Spike and understands how much it meant for him to give it to her.

Both characters go home knowing that they'll always cherish memories like these, and look forward to a happy future together.

Terrific job with this one Descendant.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
It's now official, Mako, you're one of those people I have to open a new window for just to reply to their comments!:)

This story is based on my own memories of a fair that I still attend every year that I can, even though with the way the world has changed I now live hours away from it. I'm glad that it caught among some happy memories for you too!

Once again, it means a lot to me that you think I've done well with Spike in another story. I really want to show people that he's fine just being a kid, that we don't need to up-age him to make him work in stories. That you saw him changing in tune with the season, and how you caught on to him needing time to be with kids his age really makes me feel like I'm "doing it right".:)

That you feel that I caught the family-like relationship between Spike and Twilight just makes me that much prouder. Thank you so much!

Oh, hey, just call me T.D.!;)
Giantmako Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Indeed seeing him indulge in some kid time with others would be nice. Maybe an episode will come along where we see something like that for our little dragon. Also the little part where the CMC " thank " Spike for sharing his tickets with them was kinda sweet. You do a good job with relating Spike to the younger ponies in the stories that I've read so far involving them. Like with " The Purple Mare " I thought the exchange Spike, and Applebloom shared was a touching one and well done.

Makes me proud that I'm able to understand your messages in these stories. Glad to have some of that like-mindedness. :)

Alright T.D. it is! :D
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I'm very glad that you do understand them, Mako, Maybe someday you can explain them to me!;)
RockManNutty Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
This was pretty good! It was well entertaining from start to finish. Not bad!

Also, deep fried pie? I think I might be ill.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, if you can deep fry beer, anything is possible, if not entirely satisfying!;)

Thanks for the compliment!:)
RockManNutty Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
Deep fried beer. At first that sounded revolting, but after seeing the video...I might just try it.

Also, no problem!
ItsTheWhinyGuys Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2011
Ah, yes, reminds me of the L.A. County Fair...

Gosh, I love the fall...
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I'm very glad you liked it! Autumn is my favorite time of year, so it was good to set a story then!:)
ItsTheWhinyGuys Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2011
Heck yeah, you're right about that! Bro-hoof!
zaptiftun Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2011
Nicely done, a delightful read. :)

By the way, I absolutely loved "Tangled Up In Blues".
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Well, thank you so much! I'm very glad you liked it!

Don't be shy about going over into "Tangled" and leaving some feedback, ya' hear? The free ego boost helps me write new stuff! ;)
zaptiftun Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2011
*checks Equestria Daily*

Yup, left a comment back there, couldn't remember if I had or not. ;)
PaperMatt202 Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2011
Okay, finished reading it. Amazing how a seemingly uneventful day at the fair could turn into a long, and sweet, bit of literature.

It's interesting that this takes place at the end of summer, before the falling of the leaves and Winter Wrap-Up... They're still fairly new in Ponyville, yet they're fitting right in...
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I wanted it to be in that area you mentioned, after Nightmare Moon and Applebucking Season, that period where they had begun to become part of the life of Ponyville, but they themselves hadn't yet adjusted. We know the adventures they'd have over the next few months, but that was still in their future...and they were going out into it together through those gates...

Thanks for calling it sweet. I'm glad you're enjoying the readings!
PaperMatt202 Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2011
Okay, before I finish reading, I'm just wondering...

Isn't "stallion" the name for an adult MALE horse?
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Yup! Where do you think I made an error?
PaperMatt202 Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2011
There were moments I thought you were referring to Pinkie Pie and/or Fluttershy, but on closer inspection, I saw that wasn't the case.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Okee dokee!;)
PaperMatt202 Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2011
Okee dokee lokee! :D
LongshotLink Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
This was a very enjoyable piece. Having fun, being around friends, and just enjoying the festivities. I could see Spike moving around through every part written, from the game booth to the Ferris wheel. I also noted the other ponies got a mention, but no Rainbow. Maybe the fair is a little slow for her tastes.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I actually had a hard time thinking of something for her to do. At one point she was actually involved in something like a pegasus styled tractor-pull. It was ridiculous and I axed it.:(

Glad you enjoyed it otherwise!:)
LongshotLink Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
That I did. Very enjoyable read. Would I be right in assuming the asker for the fried pie would be Soarin? Or maybe I missed something.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Ya' nailed it!:D
ClockwiseGear Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
That made me feel good, like I had just drank a nice warm bowl of liquid contentment.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I hear that comes in cans now.:D

Thanks, as always, for reading!
Death-By-Grunge Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2011
This actually made me want to cry in a fit of nostalgia.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I'm gonna assume they were happy tears...glad I could elicit some emotion for ya'!:)
Death-By-Grunge Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2011
They were.
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DPV111 Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2011
That was really awesome.
Needs to be 20% cooler...
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I'm glad you took the time to read and comment!:)
DancingBlades15 Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2011
I'm not entirely sure how to judge this. It wasn't "great", in my critical sense of the word, but it was good. It was enjoyable and intriguing. I encourage you to write more, as I would definitely read it. Happy writing!
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for taking the time to read this and comment. I'd love to hear what you think of my other other works, if you get a chance!

Thanks again!:)
Deviatealittle Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2011
This was nice. the language was varied and interesting, it was stylized and the mood and atmosphere was captured just so brilliantly. And the bit with the change-up of spikes gifts was a great twist, and it was just so subtly emotional and dam if I don't just love the whole thing. SHort, sweet, emotive, with just the right amount of depth. It left me smiling.

I always loved the idea of spike coveting and valuing his friends and loved ones in ponyville and all the special moments and time spent in the same way other dragons horde and covet gems and gold, and how he'll always keep those memories with him over his really long life.

I really hope they do a spike centered episode in season 2. He's actually a pretty interesting character, given his odd relationship to twilight (brother/sister, son/mother, friend/family?) and the fact that he's actually a dragon thats going to live for centuries longer than all the ponies he loves. I really, REALLY hope they give him an episode. it could be their one 'deep' or 'heavy' episode.

oh look at that, I typed to long.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
There's no such thing as typing too long if the Comments are well thought out, just as yours were!:)

I'd love a Spike-centric episode as well...his story with Twilight is the most intruguing to me apart from the mythology surrounding the Sister Sovereigns Luna and Celestia. There's a very powerful potential for world-building locked in this cartoon about colorful ponies!

Thanks so much for reading, I really appreciate it!:)
Deviatealittle Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2011
Oh man, I just started to look through your other stuff. You wrote Dear Idiot? That had me giggling like a damn schoolgirl the entire time. I am def going to read your other stuff (recommendations for where to start?)

And I agree, MLP has a surprising potential for background world building, what with deep characters and a fantasy setting. This show is that one in a million combination of just the right circumstances, concepts, and probably a lot of luck to create something that is so weirdly incredibly good. Seriously, this is a REALLY weird show/fandom. great, but odd.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment on this story! Yes, I'm the jerk who dropped "Dear Idiot" on the fandom...I hear it left a big greasy splotch and that nothing is cleaning it up!:D

If you were to read my other stories I'd suggest clearing out a bit of time, most are huge. Of course, I couldn't pick favorites among my "children" but if your looking for:

Comedy: "That's How the Accursed Cookies Crumble"
Melancholic Slice-of-Life: "So Being What We Sow When We Sew"
High Fantasy: "Heart of the Mountain"
Comedic Slice of Life: "Tangled Up in Blues" (Listed on TVTropes as a "Recommended Fic" of the fandom!:))
Adventure: "The Purple Mare"
History/Spirituality: "The Somewhere Cycle; Volume 1"
Mood Pieces: "The Living is Easy" and "Variables"

...I think that just about covers it!;)
Doculean Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2011
I haven't read this yet, but I am going to once I finish up a few more short stories I had qued... More to my point though, I really used to get annoyed by the little dragon Spike, ever since episode one I had just really not liked him. I sorta started biased against him... I think... Not any more, We need Spike more in the Fannon and Cannon. I thank you for giving us a Spike story. I cannot wait to read it. I would start right away, but I don't have an app that bookmarks txt docs on my Evo 3d.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Spike's dynamic in the series is something we've not seen much before...he's being raised by someone not only of a different background, but of a different species. There's so many questions...why did Celestia have Twilight raise him? What will become of him?

It's just so...interesting...

I look forward to what you think of it when you get the chance to read.
Doculean Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2011
My phone crashed, so I don't know where I was on the 176 page pdf I was reading. So I decided to read this today. Glad I did. Quite a different approach and I quite enjoyed the aspect of a Spike story. We do indeed need a WHOLE LOT more of them. I was smiling quite a bit the whole time. The story made me feel the nostalgia of going to the fair when I was younger. The story was very a nice diversion from the epics that have been floating about. I love how the characters were portrayed. Spikes reaction to each one, the dialogue aswell. I laughed quite a bit in it, and Daww'ed the same. These are the kinds of stories that seem like they would be at home as an actual episode. I hope to find more like it. The ride section was a nice touch, it was made me start to ponder is future. Things got a little mist at the end, the way it should have. I appreciate yer work here. It is definitely going into my favorites folder on my phone. Faved here as well. ( I would have been alot more in depth, but I did not want to release spoilers, and I would have been more comprehensive If I was not dead tired )

I found a few more Spike stories and I will read them soon. Thanks for setting me down this path. Through Cannon and Fannon, Twilight sure does have the best Family. Mentor Celestia and her sister Luna, Mother, Father, Spike, Nyx, her Friends in Ponyville. Twilight sure is one lucky mare. :')
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for taking the time to write such a great comment. I relied pretty heavily on my own feelings about a local fair to write this one, so I'm glad you found it so touching. I'd only hope that they'd write such a story for the show, it really does have so much more potential for world-building (and I'd love for them to pay me to write it!:).

I'm so glad you enjoyed it!:)
Judo-Paladin Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Loved it. I always appreciate reading the work of someone who takes the time to get to know the characters they are using. The fact that you have such a well versed vocabulary and excellent grammar adds a lot to the experience. I would agree with SirPeppermintJam by saying that you do indeed write a good fanfiction. I would go as far as to say I would enjoy reading an original work if you put forth as much effort as you did with this one. I'm sure if you put your mind to it, you could write a story all your own that would be just as captivating and heartwarming as this one.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I am very glad you found this piece to be so easy so enjoyable. Yes, i have a rather large vocabulary, and I'm a stickler for grammar. I was influenced by Victorian writers like Bierce, Cooper, and Sewell. I'd fall asleep with their books across my chest...I guess I learned to write by osmosis!:D

I have tried to write fiction for mass consumption, but sadly major publishing companies don't seem to share my loyal watchers and interested visitors appreciation for my work.

Oh well, I'll just write about Ponies then.;)

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment!
doctordapples Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2011
It always takes me forever to set aside the time to read new stories, but I'm always happy after I read one of yours. Great work, as usual.
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