Rarity: Umm... I wonder what colour would fit this year's Hearth's Warming's tree. Cherry? Cinnamon? Maybe Aubergine?

Sweetie Belle: (quietyl) Psst! Oh! Spike! Look what I got.

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo giggled.

Spike: *gasp* (quietly) Sweetie Belle! Quit it! Put that away...

Scootaloo: (quietly) What's wrong? I thought that liked my sister.

S: (quietly) Yes, err, I mean no.... Uh... *groan* put that away! I-I...

R: Spike?

She asked without turning her head.

S: Uh..... Y-yes Rarity?

At this moment Rarity turned her head to look at the purple dragon. But the crusaders saw it coming and hid behind the tree.

R: What do you think? Is cherry the... most... appropr- Spikey? Why are you all red?

S: Huh? Uh... I am?

He looked around, but none of the fillies were visible.

R: Yes. You look scarlet... *gasp* Yes! That's it! That's the red I was looking for.

S: I... I...

R: Oh! I see.

S: You see what now?

R: Oh Spike. You still feel shy about wearing the bow I gave you don't you?

S: Huh? Me? Oh. Uh... yeah. Just a bit. A tiny weansy bit. But I wouldn't remove for all the gems of Equestria.

R: Oh Spikey.

She kissed him on the cheek. He was a deeper red.

R: I need to give some scarlet fabric for making some new ribbon and I'll be back. Could you be a dear and put the decorations?

S: Yes, of course.

R: Thank you.

She left for her boutique.

S: *sigh* Okay guys! You can stop it now! See? She already kissed me.

Then suddenly Spike realized Scootaloo was up the tree.

Scoots: Yeah. We saw that. But it was on the cheek. That doesn't count. It must be a real one of the lips.

At this exact instant, Sweetie Belle got out of nowhere, grab Spike's head between her fore hooves and gave him a peck on the mouth.

SB: Like this!

Spike froze.

S: Huh? S-sweetie B-

R: SWEETIE BELLE!!!!

Rarity came back and witnessed the scene. The young unicorn was worried.

R: What and why in the whole world did you do that?

SB: Uh.... uh... *she looked around* B-because.... we are.... ummm... the mistletoe? *nervous smile*

R: Mistletoe?

The white unicorn looked at the top of the tree where an as worried Scootaloo was holding the well known traditional plant over their head.

R: Oh! I see.

Spike was still unable to move, too embarrassed of what just happened. But Rarity got closer and stood in front of the young dragon.

SB: What are you doing?

R: Can't you see? It is tradition to kiss the other under the mistletoe.

S: Huh?

Rarity kissed the dragon on the lips and hold it for what seems for him an eternity. She broke it and looked at her sister.

R: See, Sweetie Belle? That is what is a kiss.

SB: I don't see the differ-

Spike fell unconscious. Flushed, smiling but unconscious.

SB: Oh!

R: Now that Spike is unable to help me at this moment, you three will help me finish my tree.

SB: Awww...

Scoots: Do we really have to?

Apple Bloom: But I was supposed to help my big sister.

R: Well, you deserve a little punishment for trying to put Spike in a awkward situation.

AB: Aww...

R: And you Sweetie Belle, go fetch me the scarlet ribbon. And not the cinnamon one this time!

SB: *groan* They all look red! Hey! Maybe if you kiss him again, it may awake him!

R: I'm afraid that doesn't work with males.

SB: Huh? Can I still try?

R: No.





Wonderful work. I felt it deserved a little story. I hope you liked it.