Spike yawned as he stretched his limbs, flinging the covers of his bed over to the side as he jumped up to his feet ready to start the day. He didn't know why, but a feeling nudged at his side that made him think that this day was going to be an atypical one. Maybe Twilight wouldn't have her nose stuck in a book just yet, and would be busy making breakfast for her and Spike or preparing their stuff to go out for a picnic with the rest of the Mane Six. Spike thought about these things, and felt invigorated, rushing down the stairs to find Twilight, on the way slipping Owlowiscious a 'Good Morning' as he shuffled down the steps excitedly. Owlowiscious hooted back.

Instead of a tray of gems or anything as much as a rock on his plate for that matter, Spike found a meter long list greeting him as he walked into the kitchen. He found his lips twisting into a pronounced frown as his eyes trailed down the list, then realised something. Twilight was off to Canterlot with her friends to visit Celestia! But for what... Even Spike didn't know. But the fault was lying on Twilight: Spike didn't remember her reminding him on this matter since he heard it from Fluttershy a week ago, not even once. Spike didn't know how to feel towards Twilight because she had been more than a caretaker to him through the years in PonyVille. But one thing was for certain; he'd need a long, serious, and logically thought-out talk with Twilight when she got back home on why she forgot to remind Spike of her absence. Spike gave a long, tired sigh as he went about going through his morning routine; just one let down couldn't stymie his flair for hard work. However, he still found the need to pitch an umbrella over his already dampened spirit so he pulled out a gem from his secret cache of jewelled goods, treating himself just this once. Suddenly, the window of the kitchen burst into a million shards, making Spike jump and reach for a nearby spatula to defend himself from whatever dangers were going to present themselves. Spike also had to wonder why one would intrude at the wee hours of the morning where Celestia's Sun still hadn't risen, but that was a question for later.

Through the window climbed in a few (three, to be exact) familiar yet deplorable figures. A red scaled dragon, a white scaled one, and a deep purple scaled one, the latter of which had yellow hair. These were a few of the dragons that Spike encountered on the dragon migration episode, and from the looks on their hungry faces, they were up to no good. Spike waved his spatula at the dragons threateningly, as intrepid as ever.

"We're your brothers, brah," said the red one, the leader of the pack. He waved a claw in the direction of the gem cache. "I need that good stuff!"

The others nodded in agreement, but Spike's vigilance was unwavering. He lifted his spatula at his adversaries and interrogated them.

"Why? I thought that the gem fields have plenty of 'the good stuff'," said Spike, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. He was confused as to why the dragons hadn't pounced on him or kidnapped him yet; they were larger and could easily overpower him.

"No, they don't," said the red dragon, his eyes drooping as his stomach rumbled, pleading for gems. His friends looked ready to lie prostrate before Spike for just a lick of the shiny sediments. Nonetheless, Spike didn't want to tempt an undesirable part of himself out by putting himself into a seat of power; after all, power corrupts.

"Look, guys, I--" started Spike.

"We can teach you a uh-- a magic word!" said the purple dragon with the long hair, to which the others nodded. "Give us, like, a gem each in return. You won't be disappointed."

To this, Spike's suspicion spiked. Dragons couldn't practice magic in a verbal form. He was considering reporting to the Mayor about this little incident, which was a crime in its own right: Dragons weren't allowed to enter PonyVille without special licenses. And given Spike's honesty, the Mayor wouldn't need to fund an investigation; patrols would be released as soon as possible and these dragons would probably be behind bars at PonyVille Penitentiary in a week.

"What's this magic word?" said Spike. The dragons looked at each other nervously, then the red one meekly replied.

"Um... Not exactly a word," he said, scratching his claw against his scaly back. "Look, if you're not satisfied with this stuff, you're welcome to leave us poor dragons empty handed."

"Yeah, yeah, make do with the quick," said Spike, getting impatient. There was a day out there that needed starting. The dragons talked amongst each other in whispers at first before getting started with the magical word in question.

"Alright, basically, you say this every time you do something bat shit crazy," said the red dragon, and he looked around, as if he was searching for something to wreck. His eyes lit up as he saw a premium made vase made for Twilight by Celestia's personal potters sitting on a shelf. He picked it up.

"Hey! Don't--"

"YOLO!!" cried the red dragon, and he threw it on the ground, smashing the fragile piece of work into a billion pieces. Spike was fuming, while the other dragons guffawed uncontrollably.

"I can't see what's so magical about this word," said Spike, as he grumbled while reaching for a broom and a sweeping pan. He was going to be in for worlds of trouble when Twilight got back home. However, the red dragon stilled Spike's hand.

"You don't get it, Spock," said the red dragon. Before Spike could correct him, he continued. "Basically, YOLO is like, your get out of jail for free card. Like, who the buck even cared when I smashed that on the ground?"

"I did..." grumbled Spike.

"You did, because you don't get out often enough to fully embrace the beauty of YOLO," said the red dragon, and the others nodded in agreement. Spike couldn't help but listen to what this word was, however stupid it sounded. Twilight taught him to listen to as many sides of any argument, since it gives a somewhat 'fascinating' view into the perspectives of others. Yeah. Fascinating.

"Have you even gone for a single MC-DR4K3 concert? He's like, loads of times better than Vinyl P0N-3 or whatever her name is. He totally invented YOLO," said the white-scaled dragon.

"To put it in understandable terms for you, it's like, you only live once. That means life is short, you gotta do loads of reckless things or else you won't have the chance to do it again," summarised the red dragon. "It, like, totally justifies EVERYTHING."

Spike held a claw up to his chin. He smiled a devious smile all of a sudden, eliciting little yelps from the dragons. Spike decided to play a long for a little while; after all, a little prank or two couldn't hurt. Fact is, it could liven up his low spirits.

"So... say that I um..." Spike said, thinking of an appropriate scenario. "shift Twilight's Proper Pony Fiction book a few centimetres to the left in its shelf. Yolo?"

"Nahhh," murmured the red dragon after 5 seconds of processing Spike's suggested situation. "Think bigger."

"What if I..." said Spike, thinking really hard. Then he giggled a little as he thought up of something totally insane. "Burn Twilight's Proper Pony Fiction book and mail it to Celestia? Yolo?"

"You're... getting there. But it could use a little--"

"What if I burn ALL of this library's books and mail them ALL to Celestia? Yolo?" suggested Spike excitedly, and the dragons furiously nodded.

"Go on," said the white dragon.

"Alright, what if I... climb to the top of the town hall and bungee jump off without using ropes. Yolo?" asked Spike.

"Dude, that's suicide. I LOVE IT," said the red dragon, and all of the others nodded in agreement. Spike suddenly opened all of the cupboards and drawers and pulled out anything fragile, then proceeded to fling them forcefully against the ground.

"IS THIS YOLO??" cried Spike as he flung some plates at the dragons, who nodded whilst getting pelted by plates.

"Dude, now you get it," said the red dragon as Spike panted, having crushed all of the household's china after 5 full minutes. "Now, give us our gems."

"YOLO!!" cried Spike as he flung all of his gems into the sink, causing them to enter PonyVille's complex drainage systems. The other dragons looked in fear as a monster stood before them.

"We've created... a Yolo monster," said the dragons quietly as Spike rushed out of the house, seemingly ready to spread havoc through PonyVille. The dragons left the house in disappointment and shame, returning to their dens empty-clawed.

Rarity woke up, quite unceremoniously, to an impatient knock on the door. It couldn't have been Twilight; Twilight was off to Canterlot with the Mane Six excluding Rarity, since Rarity had worked overtime the night before. Furthermore, she completed her projects at an unholy hour, running from town to town to get dresses to customers. Fact is, as she woke up to the grating bell of the door, she was getting deprived of her precious sleep by this mystery visitor. Rarity wondered deeply, who could that ever be? The confrontation that would ensue would most likely go down in flames, with her angrily arguing her adversary down as her peaceful sleep was so rudely suspended by some hairy, uncouth ruffian wanting her to donate some alms, when she alr--

"Rarity?" came the familiar voice of Spike as Rarity tried looking through the peeping hole. Rarity fought to put on a smile as she sought to look energetic, enveloping the door knob with her unicorn magic and swinging it towards her, dusting herself off briefly to look presentable to Spike. Spike was a good friend but still could be prone to rebellious feelings, so the least she could do was to treat Spike as an adult.

"Well, hello, Spike, how do you do this fine morning?" asked Rarity cheerfully.

"Um... see, Rarity..." Spike was unsure of what to say. He had this idea on how the scenario was going to play out, but he didn't know that Rarity's presence could be that daunting to the point that he was rendered nearly speechless. Just that one word, Spike... Just that one word...

"Well, darling, you should really explain yourself," said Rarity, trying to sound chipper but letting a little tone of irritation seep into her voice. Spike gulped. Usually, in his mind, his first meeting to ask Rarity out would involve a bit more roses, chocolates, or cards, but the confidence that he initially had when he said that one word, that auspicious acronym, made him feel that those things were unnecessary and frivolous when measured up to his swagger. But the very sight of Rarity, coupled with the consequences that could come along if he didn't do this right, melted him.

"Seriously, Spike, you're a wreck," giggled Rarity, but in actual fact, her feelings leaned towards annoyed rather than amused. With a yawn, her horn lit up and she proceeded to swing the door back in place, the sliver of light emerging from the Boutique growing smaller and smaller...

"WAIT!" cried Spike as his young mind went overdrive on hormones. He was jittery, but his head remained cool as he remembered the words of the red dragon. Life is short. You won't have the chance again. Get out of jail free.

"Yes, Spike?" said Rarity, a little more caustic than intended; she brought herself to open the door and face Spike again, like a polite lady should. The velvety softness of her bed was calling to her, and she had no time for Spike's nonsense. She knew that Spike had romantic feelings towards her, just that he'd never been too forward in his attempts. She respected his decision to finally dragon up and directly express his true feelings, but unfortunately the uncertainty in his actions weren't exactly worthy of Rarity's respect.

"Rarity, I..." stammered Spike. Justifies Everything.

"Sorry," said Rarity bitterly as she turned away, inferring that last plea to be the straw that broke the camel's back.

Reckless.

"Whaa-- Umph!" cried Rarity as she was spun around by strong dragon claws and turned towards Spike, and elicited not so much as a brief 'eep!' of surprise before feeling the firm, albeit a little wet, grip of a young baby dragon's lips on hers, and the warmth of a dragon's arms caressing her sides as she closed her eyes, surrendering to Spike's deep kiss, the kiss of one with absolutely no inhibitions.

YOLO.

Author's Notes:

Follow me for more Sparity. And swagger. Oh yeah, this is incomplete so stay tuned for more chapters.