//------------------------------// // Da Dragon (gizoogle.net'd, bonus, non-canon, and not a related chapter to the rest of the story) Read at your own risk! // Story: For the Ones we Love // by FlimFlamBros. //------------------------------// Da fate of our ghetto rests wit the A dragon that’s strong, n' yet not mean Warning, the following has been translated by the gizoogle.net feature. Thanks to Chaos2012. This is for no other purpose than for enjoyment. There is strong course language in this as well as starring 'Raritizzle' instead of Rarity... so yeah... hope you enjoy this awesome crap. I need to find a new hobby... Dat shiznit was another sunny dizzle up in Ponyville, as it always seems ta be. Birdz was chirpin as everypony was gettin locked n loaded fo' another dunkadelic day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Da sun rays peeked all up in tha windowz of a tree house, tha Ponyville library, as tha light penetratin tha eyez of a chillin unicorn. Twilight Sparkle slowly turned up in her chill, tryin ta avoid Celestia’s shinin rays. But dat shiznit was no use, dat biiiiatch was already awake. Twilight slowly lifted her muthafuckin ass up from her bed, lettin up a funky-ass bangin yawn. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Her deep purple mane was frayed n' disheveled up in a cold-ass lil funky-ass bedhead mess yo. Her grill was groggy n' bags drooped under her eyes. Bitch had stayed up late dat night studyin again; she straight-up needed ta stop bustin dis shit. Bitch slowly crawled outta her bed. Dat shiznit was colda dis morning, so her dope ass dragged her blanket wit her, wrappin it round her shiverin body. Twilight approached her mirror n' sat down as she levitated a funky-ass brush all up in her messy hair. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Starin at her reflection, she noticed how tha fuck chillaxed she straight-up looked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Bags under her eyes, unwanted facial hair, acne biaaatch! All sortz of blemishes dat dat thugged-out biiiatch could live without. As soon as dat biiiiatch was done brushin her hair, she placed tha brush back down on tha table n' fuckin started ta focus on her reflection. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Her horn fuckin started ta glow wit a phat purple aura as her grill was illuminated wit a similar colour fo' realz. A moment later, there was a gangbangin' flash of white light n' Twilight closed her eyes. When she re-opened her eyes, her grill was straight-up clear of all pimplez n' hair. Her bags was gone as well. “Picture perfect!” her big-ass booty holla'd ta her muthafuckin ass cheerfully. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch gots up from her mirror n' headed downstairs. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was surprised at how tha fuck big-ass tha mess was. Books laid scattered round tha floor, a pile of scrolls rested up in tha corner n' a tipped over ink vial was still drippin a jet black liquid onto tha floor. Twilight just rolled her eyes. Bitch clearly must have gotten outta hand wit her research last night. “I guess I mo' betta wake his ass up,” her big-ass booty sighed, headin towardz tha basement door fo' realz. A few muthafuckin years ago, her companion had made tha case ta git his own room, bein too oldschool ta chill by her bedside or something. Well shiiiit, it took a lil' bit of adjustin yo, but she hustled ta chill without his ass by her side. Bitch knocked on tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. “Come on, git up!” Biatch knocked harder n' shit. There was a funky-ass bangin groan from tha other side of tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. “I’m comin in, so you mo' betta be decent up in there!” dat thugged-out biiiatch called as she opened tha door. Bitch was greeted by tha foul stench of goat cheese pizzy n' stale cupcakes. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked round ta peep what tha fuck use ta be her basement. Empty pizzy n' ‘Joe Donuts’ boxes littered tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stale cupcake wrappers laid on every last muthafuckin surface n' empty bottlez flooded tha room. Da walls, which use ta hold wall ta wall of books, now hung a assortment of pin-up mares fo' realz. At tha back of tha room was a big-ass mess of hay n' blankets, a lil' small-ass trail of smoke emittin from tha pile. “Wake up Spike!” dat thugged-out biiiatch called ta tha pile. There was a shift up in tha blankets, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Slowly, a big-ass purple claw rose from tha blankets. It gave a lil wave ta twilight before sinkin back tha fuck into tha blankets, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. “You’ve gots ta be kiddin me,” her big-ass booty sighed, her horn glowin again n' again n' again as her big-ass booty blasted a funky-ass bolt of purple lightenin straight all up in tha pile. A big-ass purple n' chronic dragon erupted from tha bed of hay. “AHHHH! DAMNIT!” his schmoooove ass cried as his schmoooove ass clenched his bottom, a lil' small-ass black singe markin his muthafuckin ass. “What’d you do dat for?” “Why do you think?” Twilight muttered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “It’s time ta git up.” Spike fuckin started ta whine. “Aww, c’mon Twilight, you know I need mah chill.” Dude grumbled. “Nooooo,” da hoe fuckin started. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “Baby dragons need they chill, n' last time I checked, you weren’t a funky-ass baby no mo'.” Dat shiznit was true. Over tha last couple years, Spike had grown ta like a size yo. Dude was still up in his fuckin late teens yo, but Spike was still talla than any pony up in Ponyville. Dude was almost as tall as Supa-Hoe Luna her muthafuckin ass. Spike let up a thunderous belch, a phat stream of smelly chronic fire blasted from his crazy-ass grill. From tha ashes, a letter formed. Twilight quickly snatched tha letter from tha air n' opened it up. “What’s this, biatch? I’m not expectin a letter from tha bizzatch todizzle.” Spike quickly snatched tha letter back. “It’s mine!” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd doggystyle. Twilight just rolled her eyes. “Why do I keep you round again?” Spike gave a thugged-out dopey smile. “Because you looooooove me,” tha dragon holla'd sarcastically. Twilight let up a lil chuckle. “Don’t remind mah dirty ass. Now come on, our crazy asses gotz a shitload of work ta do,” her big-ass booty holla'd before headin out. When dat thugged-out biiiatch closed tha door behind her, Spike turned his thugged-out attention ta tha letter n' shit. Carefully, he opened it up, n' read: Dear Spike I know how tha fuck terribly busy Twilight can make you yo, but it would be eva so sick if you cook up some fuckin time fo' our asses todizzle dawwwwg! I just gots another order from Sapphire Shores n' I need Ponyville’s number one assistant ta help me look fo' gems muthafucka! I shizzle hope you can find tha time biaatch! Don’t keep a lady waiting… XOXO Raritizzle Spike quickly jumped outta his bed; of course da thug would help Raritizzle dawwwwg! Dude quickly ran ta his crazy-ass mirror ta make shizzle da thug was decent yo. Dude straight-up had grown a lot: broad shoulder, extended snout, sharper teeth n' claws, n' mo' musclez than he knew what tha fuck ta do with. “Well, aren’t you a thugged-out dirty dragon?” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd ta his dirty ass as his thugged-out lil' punk-ass baxed up in tha glory of his bangin reflection, flexin his crazy-ass muscles. “Spike!” Twilight called from beyond his bangin room. “Will you hurry up?” Spike stopped posin up in tha mirror n' headed outta tha room n' straight ta tha front door. “Sorry Twilight, I’ve gots thangs I need ta do!” called tha dragon as he left tha house. “Later!” “SPIKE!!!” dat freaky freaky biatch hollered at his muthafuckin ass. But dat shiznit was too late; tha door had already slammed behind tha dragon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Twilight let up a groan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “Ugh, teenagers….” ***** Spike squinted ta shade his wild lil' fuckin eyes form tha overwhelmin light of tha autumn sun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude started headin down towardz tha Carousel Boutique. Dat shiznit was probably a short strutt yo, but todizzle da ruffneck decided ta take tha scenic route tha fuck into Ponyville Square fo' realz. After all, da ruffneck did run up on breakfast. Dat shiznit was still fairly early yo, but tha hood square was up in full bloom, wit ponies up n' bout hustlin fo' chicken n' flowers n' other thangs dat would tickle they fancy. Da dragon strutted tha fuck into tha street. Many lil' of tha lil' mares whistled n' waved back at Spike, n' he gladly, not ta mention sensually, waved back yo. Dude knew dat da thug was considered a lil' bit of a cold-ass lil catch up in tha biatch hood. A catch all dem of dem was dirty ta snag yo. Dude was particularly fond of his bangin relationshizzle wit Colgate yo, but afta they lil fallin out, da ruffneck decided ta just trip off single game fo' a while. “Yo Spike!” called a pale chronic unicorn. Bitch was chillin at a lil' small-ass café next ta a cold-ass lil cream coated pony wit a puffy blue mane n' a pink streak hustlin all up in dat shit. “Over here!” dat thugged-out biiiatch called up again. Spike strutted over ta tha two. “Yo Lyra, Bon-Bon.” “So where is you off ta todizzle?” axed Lyra. “Our thugged-out asses haven’t peeped you round hood recently.” “Yeah Spike, what tha fuck gives?” holla'd Bon-Bon, slouchin down on tha table, twirlin her bouncy afro wit her hoof. Spike scratched tha back of his head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “I’ve been busy,” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd casually. “Twilight has straight-up been hustlin mah ass recently all up in tha libr-“ “Or maybe one of mah thugs has been hustlin it,” Bon-Bon giggled. “Yeah, we’ve peeped you over all up in tha Misses doggy den a shitload recently,” holla'd Lyra, givin Spike a sleazy look. “Tell me, do she use tha horn?” Spike jerked back up in shock. “What is you two rappin' about?” Lyra rolled her eyes n' smiled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Yo ass know exactly what tha fuck we’re rappin' about.” “We’re rappin' bout R ta tha A ta tha R ta tha I ta tha T ta tha Y!” busted Bon-Bon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “What’s dat spell?” “Spike’s marefriend!” finished Lyra. Da two of dem laughed uproariously at they lil song. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spike didn’t be thinkin dat shiznit was so funky. “Yo waitress!” his schmoooove ass called up ta a nearby pony dressed up in tha formal attire, hopin ta chizzle tha subject. “We're locked n loaded ta order now!” Da waitress strutted casually over ta they table. “What can I git you ponies…” Biatch looked awkwardly at Spike. “…and dragon?” Flippin open her lil order book, she readied her pencil up in her grill. Da three of dem quickly gave her they ordaz before dat biiiiatch strutted away. Lyra immediately returned focus ta Spike. “So, how tha fuck is tha lil misses recently?” “She’s not mah misses,” Spike holla'd, tryin ta hide his thugged-out lil' playful smile. “We're just playas.” “Yeah, playaz wit benefits!” cooed Bon-Bon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Lyra laughed again. Spike sighed “Sick one Bon-Bon,” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd sarcastically. “Yo, isn’t dat what tha fuck you two are?” “Were,” erected Lyra, scootchin closer ta Bon-Bon, whoz ass slid closer ta Lyra. “Until dat fateful day…” Biatch gently took her mare’s hoof. “When we knew we was meant ta be together,” sighed Bon-Bon, gazin tha fuck into her freak’s solid amber eyes. “Together forever,” Lyra holla'd as tha two of dem nuzzled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Spike face-palmed n' dragged it down his wild lil' face. “I be thinkin I just lost mah appetite,” groaned Spike, starin all up in tha two ponies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Lyra broke off from tha nuzzle, givin Spike a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty look. “I still can’t believe you two blew tha fuck up so doggystyle.” “Well, what tha fuck do you expect?” stated Bon-Bon, still not breakin away from Lyra’s face. “Ninety cement of Ponyville is female!” Spike looked around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch was right, there did seem ta be a big-ass gender gap. “I’m surprise there aren’t mo' fillyfoolaz up in town.” Their chicken finally came, two dandelion sandwiches n' a big-ass slice of chocolate fudge cake. They gave props ta they waitress as she left ta tend ta mo' hungry hustlas. Spike looked down at his slice of cake n' greedily licked his fuckin lips. In a instant, tha entire cake had been shoved tha fuck into his crazy-ass grill, thick brown icin splatterin all over his wild lil' face. “That’s so gross,” cringed Lyra, wipin off some chocolate dat landed off her face. “Umm Lyra, you still gots a lil on yo' nose,” holla'd Bon-Bon. Lyra stopped smokin, her big-ass booty stuck her tongue out, tryin ta reach her nose. “Id eei et it?” she axed wit her tongue still stickin out. Bon-Bon gave a lil smirk. “Here,” her big-ass booty holla'd up in a sultry voice. “Allow mah dirty ass.” Bon-Bon stuck up her own tongue n' slowly dragged it slowly across her marefriend’s face, makin shizzle dat her tongue ended up in Lyra’s grill. Spike just sat there, awkwardly lookin at his cold-ass two playaz makin up wit each other n' shit. “Yeahhhhh,” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd nervously. “I’m just goin ta muthafuckin bounce.” Dude dug up in some loose scalez up in his coat, grabbin all dem bits dat dat schmoooove muthafucka hid up in there n' throwin dem on tha counter n' shit. “That should cover mah cake.” Dude gots up from tha table, tha two ponies still up in horny-ass embrace. They was gettin mo' n' mo' intense as they fuckin started feelin each other up, lettin up lil' small-ass moanz of pleasure. “Later,” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd, quickly strutted away. As tha dragon strutted away, tha two humpin' ponies fell tha fuck from they seats, still goin phat wit they passion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da waitress looked over ta tha chronic n' cream couple n' sighed. “Not again.” ***** Spike continued down towardz tha Carousel Boutique, constantly bein harassed by oldschool mares he once dated n' freshly smoked up ones dat wanted a ta take a blasted all up in tha well grown dragon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude was able ta ditch tha crazies as he finally reached his fuckin lil' destination: a large, light pink n' purple buildin dat was sort of tha shape of a giant weddin cake. Spike approached tha big-ass purple doorz of tha shop n' gave it a thunderous knock. “Coooooooommmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnngggggggg!!” a gangbangin' familiar voice sang. Da soundz of hoofsteps approachin tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Slowly, it swung open. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “There yo ass is Spike biaaatch! I peep you gots mah letter!” Raritizzle looked just as dunkadelic as she always had. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Her perfectly groomed white coat was as fine as snow yo. Her mane always a funky-ass dope shade of dark purple dat hung from her head so gracefully fo' realz. And dat face, dat dope, dope grill fo' realz. A grill dat looked like dat shiznit was carved by angels, so dope dat we could git lost up in her enchantin gem like eyes… “Spikey, biatch? Is you all right?” she axed his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spike shook away from his cold-ass trance, unaware dat da thug was smilin stupidly. “I’m fine.” Bitch smiled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Dunkadelic, oh n' I’m so grateful you was able ta come help me on such short notice,” her big-ass booty holla'd as dat freaky freaky biatch headed back tha fuck into tha shop. “Anythang fo' you Rarity,” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd dreamily, starin at her flank, her perfectly shaped flank… “Oh I was just exhilarated when I gots tha word from Sapphire!” Biatch went on rappin' bout tha hyped thug, n' all tha scams dat dat freaky freaky biatch had fo' dresses. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spike just stared at her, dumbstruck by her beauty. “Uh-huh…” Dude mumbled, not straight-up payin attention. “…. fo' realz. And I have just tha finest scam fo' a ruby red dress wit tha gemstones linin round tha skirt.” Biatch gave a lil laugh. “But dig me, ramblin as you wait so patiently.” Biatch started ta head upstairs. “If yo big-ass booty is ghon excuse me, I need ta git mah bag.” Biatch looked back at Spike. “Don’t worry, I’ll just be a minute.” “Take yo' time,” Spike holla'd, watchin her head up tha stairs yo. Dude couldn’t help but feel his thugged-out ass melt as her big-ass booty swayed up tha staircase. With time, his fuckin lil crush had evolved tha fuck into suttin' so much mo' n' mo' n' mo' fo' realz. As he gots olda da thug was able ta experience vibe up in a freshly smoked up way yo. Dude still was a cold-ass lil lil pimp at ass, n' that’s what tha fuck most mares loved bout his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude moved over ta one of Rarity’s nuff muthafuckin mirrors, checkin his dirty ass up yo. Dude had no clue why he’d fallen so up in ludd wit his own reflection. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Maybe dat shiznit was his crazy-ass muthafuckin increase up in height, maybe dat shiznit was his newfound musclez dat engorged his body, maybe dat shiznit was tha way dat his spines n' scalez was shiny n' slick, like his body was covered up in purple n' chronic gemstones. “My, yo ass be a thugged-out dirty dragon,” da thug whispered ta his dirty ass. “Yo ass shizzle are,” giggled Rarity, slouched over tha railin of tha stairs. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spike grill quickly turned red. “Rarity!” he gasped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “I didn’t peep you there!” Dude tried ta act casually but he ended up trippin on his cold-ass tail. “Oomph!” he grunted as he fell tha fuck ta tha ground. Raritizzle tried ta muffle her laughter as she peeped tha dragon pick his dirty ass up. “Oh, Spike…” Biatch shook her head slowly. “Yo ass is lookin fine todizzle. It make me wanna hollar playa! In fact, you’ve never straight-up holla'd at mah crazy ass how tha fuck you stay so…” Biatch examined tha dragon’s body. “Toned…” Spike smiled at her complement yo, but quickly lost it as tha pimpin' muthafucka tried ta explain his dirty ass. “Remember mah birthday, biatch? Bout ten muthafuckin years ago, biatch? When I gots straight-up big-ass n' destroyed half of Ponyville?” Rarity’s eyes grew doggystyle. Of course she remembered dat day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Dat shiznit was tha dizzle Spike had tried ta confess his fuckin ludd fo' her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had always regretted not bustin tha same. But, as time passed n' Spike grew older, da perved-out muthafucka started ta date other mares n' she quickly tried ta ignore her vibe, even though they kept on growing. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had tried ta date other colts n' stallions over tha muthafuckin years yo, but they was never able ta be like like his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch particularly remembered one time when dat thugged-out biiiatch caught one of her ex coltfriendz ridin' dirty on her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch remembered how tha fuck upset dat biiiiatch was, n' how tha fuck when Spike had found out, he rushed over ta find her up in such a gangbangin' fucked up state. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spike had tried ta comfort her yo, but when she explained tha thang ta him, it took every last muthafuckin thang dat freaky freaky biatch had ta stop his ass from goin up ta find dis colt n' show his ass his newfound strength. “Yes, I do,” her big-ass booty simply holla'd. “Well, afta dat incident, I went ta peep Zecora,” Spike holla'd, stretchin up his thugged-out arms up in tha process. “Bitch holla'd once I reach mah full height, mah greed would just continue ta grow. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch holla'd at mah crazy ass dat if I didn’t want another episode like that, I’d gotta try n' keep busy. Yo ass know, liftin books, cleanin up tha library,” he looked at Rarity, “gem hustlin up in yo' faaaaaace biaaatch! Things like dis shit.” “Fuck dat shit,” Raritizzle was shocked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “I had no idea.” Bitch felt wack fo' not knowin all tha mad bullshiznit it took Spike ta just live up in Ponyville. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suppressin his own primal instincts, just so his schmoooove ass could be near tha ones he loved. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dat shiznit was so dope n' selfless of his muthafuckin ass. And here dat biiiiatch was exploitin his ass ta find some gems. “Don’t worry bout it Rarity,” Spike reassured her n' shit. “If bein a lil' bit chillaxed means I can still be round you, then it’s worth dat shit.” Raritizzle turned her head away from Spike, tryin ta hide her grill so his schmoooove ass couldn’t peep her blush yo. Her ass was sayin ta act now yo, but dat shiznit was bein smothered by her thoughts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch did a quick flip of her afro as she ignored her vibe. “Well, we should make our way out,” her big-ass booty holla'd as calmly n' rationally as possible. “After all, it’s such a sick day, n' I would don't give a fuck bout ta gotta waste it inside.” “Then let’s go, mah lady,” da perved-out muthafucka smirked as held tha door open fo' Rarity. “After yo thugged-out ass.” “Well, aren’t we a gangbangin' fine gentlecolt todizzle.” Biatch smiled as dat biiiiatch strutted pass tha door. Spike turned ta close tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Despite his bangin rather actizzle ludd game, his cold-ass thoughts always came back ta Raritizzle yo. Dude knew exactly why he loved her yo, but he knew dat as much as da thug wanted ta tell her, da thug was always afraid dat biiiiatch would say no. That was why da thug would always just stand by her side, always there ta comfort her n' take comfort whenever da thug was near her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spike frowned as these thoughts came ta mind as his schmoooove ass closed tha door but quickly dispatched it when he faced Rarity. “Spike, is you aiiight?” “Yeah, couldn’t be better,” he lied. Dude sometimes did whenever Raritizzle axed his ass bout how tha fuck felt, mostly ta prevent Raritizzle from worryin bout his muthafuckin ass. ***** As Spike n' Raritizzle strutted across hood towardz tha rocks where most of tha jewels was found, they dropped time pluggin oldschool stories wit each other. “Well, dat biiiiatch was a thugged-out dragon, n' a funky-ass dope one at that, wit bronze shiny scalez dat glimmered up in tha sunset n' eyes like tha finest rubies,” holla'd Spike, re-tellin tha tale of one of his wild lil' fuckin ex-lovers. “And, dis one time, we sat on top of dis cliff n' our tails wrapped round each other n' then we…” Spike turned ta Rarity, tha look up in her grill as da hoe bit her lip holla'd at his ass dat biiiiatch was gettin uncomfortable. “…Oh, sorry.” “Oh, it’s like all right,” her big-ass booty holla'd doggystyle. “All our asses dudes o afta all trust one another ta share these sortz of thangs.” Spike’s grill grew redder n' redder as Raritizzle continued ta speak. “Besides, you’re a thugged-out dragon, n' she’s a thugged-out dragon. It’s only natural.” “Fuck dat shit, no, no, no, no Rarity, our phat asses didn’t do anythang besides kiss.” Raritizzle was relieved ta hear dis yo, but didn’t dare express dat shit. “Well, then why did you break up wit her?” she asked. Spike grew nervous yo. Dude had peeped dat Raritizzle was bothered, n' dat schmoooove muthafucka had lived wit Twilight long enough ta know when ta be careful when da perved-out muthafucka was rappin ta a mad salty mare. “Well dat biiiiatch was pretty…” Dude thought bout what tha fuck da thug was goin ta say, choosin every last muthafuckin word carefully. “…. But there was all dem thangs dat biiiiatch wasn’t.” “What?” “Bitch wasn’t generous…” Raritizzle tried ta hold back her delight as Spike kept rappin'. “…Or kind or even half tha lady yo ass is.” Her ass nearly blew up like a muthafucka. “So yeah, dat biiiiatch was pretty. But dat biiiiatch was also just a shitty dragon.” Raritizzle smiled as tha two kept struttin towardz they straight-up hustlin spot. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch marveled at how tha fuck Spike thought of her, even when da thug was wit other mares, or dem hoez of his own kind. Dude still thought dat biiiiatch was perfect; dat biiiiatch was special. ***** Da minutes went by as tha two of dem dropped tha entire dizzle jewel hunting. “Spike, if you could git dis boulder off tha ground, there be a funky-ass big-ass gem deposit under it,” she asked, her glowin horn pointin ta a big-ass bolda up in tha middle of tha sandy field. “Sure thang, then we're done here?” Raritizzle gave his ass a nod as tha dragon grabbed tha giant rock yo. Dude took a thugged-out deep breath as lifted tha bolda wit ease, revealin a big-ass deposit of colourful gemstones. Raritizzle gazed dreamily all up in tha dragon, tha way he lifted tha bolda wit ease was breathtaking. “Magnificent,” her big-ass booty holla'd, oglin his wild lil' frame. “Yeah, they shizzle is some sick gems!” tha dragon holla'd, oblivious ta what tha fuck tha unicorn was straight-up rappin' about. “Yes…the gems,” she grinned nervously. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch went ta tha gems, levitatin only tha finest ones tha fuck into her saddle bag. “There we go, dat should be enough.” Spike dropped tha bolda wit a thud. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Okay then, I guess we should git going.” Da two of dem started ta head off, back towardz tha town. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “Yo, do you be thinkin I could git some red gems, there mah fav-” Dude stopped mid-sentence. Raritizzle stood behind him, her aiiight smile quickly changin ta a gangbangin' frown. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da tall purple dragon fuckin started lookin ta tha tree lines, sniffin tha air round his muthafuckin ass. “Rarity, did you hear that?” “Hear what, dear?” she asked. “That rustle, I heard suttin' up in tha bushes…” Raritizzle just rolled her eyes. “It’s probably just a funky-ass bunny rabbit. Straight-Up Spike, you can be all kindsa paranoid sometimes.” Da ground erupted beneath them, bitz of dirt n' rocks was flung tha fuck into tha air, drizzlin down upon tha dragon n' unicorn, so check it before ya wreck it. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Raritizzle hid behind tha massive Spike, tha debris bouncin harmlessly off his cold-ass thick hide. From tha cloud of dust, three familiar silhouettes emerged. Da Diamond Dogs. “Well, well, well.” Da diamond dog’s voice was rusty, like a cold-ass lil claw draggin down a cold-ass lil chalkboard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “If it isn’t tha whiny pony,” he looked ta tha dragon, “and her lil helper.” Da larger dawg snorted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. “Not lil any mo' yo, but still just as weak as a funky-ass baby!” his schmoooove ass chuckled. “Rarity, stay back,” Spike whispered behind him, a mad salty trail of smoke emittin from his nostrils yo. Dude turned ta tha dawgs. “What do you mutts want?” Da dawgs burst tha fuck into random laughter, only increasin tha rage within tha dragon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Raritizzle slowly fuckin started ta back away from his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch knew his battle stizzle all too well, his back arched forward, his cold-ass teeth gritted, musclez flexed n' claws gleamin yo. Dude was a sight ta behold n' few would dare challenge tha dragon up in dis state yo, but his opponents was slow ta learn this. “Spike darling, please do be careful. Yo ass know I don't give a fuck bout ta peep you fight cuz of me,” Raritizzle begged tha dragon. Spike turned his head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Don’t worry bout dat shit.” Dude gave her a reassurin wink. “Have they even come close ta you since last time they tried this?” Raritizzle didn’t reply, she just stood behind Spike as tha three dawgs stopped laughing. “Give our asses tha pony!” they demanded. “Don’t you pimps eva learn?” replied tha dragon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “It’s tha same ol' dirty rap every last muthafuckin time. Yo ass try ta kidnap Rarity, our crazy asses gotz a funky-ass big-ass fight, n' you all run away wit yo' singed tails between yo' legs.” “Us thugs want dat unicorn,” demanded they leader. “Yeah!” holla'd tha smalla dog. “We even have earplugs muthafucka! So dat thugged-out biiiatch can whine all dat biiiiatch wants!” Raritizzle gave a lil tut. “I did not whine biaaatch! I complained hommie biaaatch! THHHHIIIIIISSSSSS Pt IIIIISSSS WHH-!” “ENOUGH!” shouted tha lead dawg yo. Dude revealed a shiny lil piece of silver n' shit. Dat shiznit was a thugged-out dawg whistle. Da diamond dawg blew tha fuck into tha whistle, givin a high pitch ring. From tha forest round them, at least two dozen mo' dawgs emerged, all howlin n' barkin like tha rabid muthafuckas they were, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Slowly, they formed a perimeter round they prey. “Try ta stop our asses now dragon!” tha dawg gloated. Spike could peep dat they was up manned. There had ta be at least thirty of them, n' they was closin up in fast. “Rarity, I want you ta git outta here as soon as you git tha chance.” Raritizzle shook her head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “No Spike biaaatch! I won’t leave…” Spike took off, sprintin towardz a crew of dawgs wit breakneck speed, shoulder checkin tha fuck into tha straight-up original gangsta dawg wit a funky-ass bone breakin impact. Da two dawgs beside his ass took dis opportunitizzle ta try n' git tha jump on tha big-ass dragon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spike had anticipated this, n' kicked it wit tha two dawgs wit a bangin swipe from his claws. Mo' dawgs was drawn ta tha dragon behemoth. One tried ta jump on his back but Spike was quick ta turn round n' punch his ass right up in tha grill fo' realz. A dawg tryin ta sneak round ta flank Spike from tha side kicked it wit a similar fate, bein hurtled tha fuck into tha air by tha dragon’s uppercut. Spike was managin ta hold his own, slashing, punching, throwin dawgs tha fuck into one another n' slammin dem on tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude took a thugged-out deep breath n' let up a big-ass chronic firebizzle tha fuck into a crew of diamond dawgs. Da cowardly curs desperately scurried away from tha chronic flames, leavin a big-ass gap fo' Raritizzle ta escape through. Here’s mah chance, thought Raritizzle as she ran as fast as her hairy-ass legs would carry her, jumpin gracefully over tha chronic emberz of Spike’s extinguished firebizzle. Kick dat shit! “I’ll go git help!” shouted Raritizzle as dat freaky freaky biatch headed towardz town. But her dope ass did not git far. “Well, wassup there pony,” tha diamond dawg holla'd, blockin tha white mare’s path. “Where do you be thinkin you’re going?” “To go git help?” she axed innocently. Spike could peep from tha crowd of dawgs dat Raritizzle was up in shiznit yo. Dude let up a roar as tha pimpin' muthafucka tried ta escape from tha pile of mutts upon his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude grabbed two dawgs by tha necks n' slammed they headz against each other n' shit. “Rarity!” his schmoooove ass called, desperately tryin ta reach tha mare. Dude was so preoccupied wit tha dawgs, da ruffneck didn’t peep tha big-ass one come round from behind, n' da thug was carryin a straight-up big-ass stick. It took three strikes ta tha grill of tha dragon before Spike finally went down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da big-ass dawg laughed, aiiight wit his victory as da ruffneck dropped tha now shattered stick. Da remainin dawgs quickly jumped on tha downed dragon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “Rarity! Run!” his schmoooove ass called out, tryin ta wiggle outta tha Diamond Dogs grasp yo, but ta no avail. Raritizzle was still frozen up in fear as dat freaky freaky biatch heard her playa tell her ta run. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch quickly snapped outta dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch hated ta gotta leave his ass up in such a state yo, but she knew dat dat freaky freaky biatch had ta n' Spike would be fine. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch hoped. “You’re comin wit us, pony!” tha dawg screamed as he lunged towardz Rarity, claws extended. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Raritizzle shrieked as she gave a quick kick straight ta his wild lil' freakadelic gemstones. Da dawg clutched tha throbbin pain between his hairy-ass legs as his schmoooove ass cried up in agony. “Yo ass don’t bust a nut on a lady like that!” da hoe barked all up in tha diamond dog. Da dawg slowly gots up from tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Yo ass straight-up shouldn’t have done dis shit.” His voice was all dem octave higher n' shit. “Now you’re gonna git it!” Dude quickly snatched tha pony by tha neck, liftin her off her hooves. “P-put me down you, you brute!” she gasped, strugglin fo' air. “Shut it!” da perved-out muthafucka shouted, glarin all up in tha pony. “Make me!” Da dawg smiled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Gladly,” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd, right before strikin her up in tha face. Rarity’s left eye quickly fuckin started ta swell, a lil' small-ass trickle of blood pourin from her ear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. “Yo ass like that?” he axed devilishly, strikin her again, her once dope white grill now covered wit red n' purple bumps. Da dawg snickered as tha pimpin' muthafucka threw tha defeated pony ta tha ground. Raritizzle looked up at Spike. Dat shiznit was takin six dawgs ta hold his ass down, even though he looked like da thug was hit by a train. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. His body was covered wit blood n' bruises, his wild lil' grill was disfigured, his snout all bent up in a jagged pattern, wooden splintas up in his cheek n' blood drippin from his nose. “Spike…please… Help me…” “Rarity…” Da leader strutted up ta Spike’s defeated visage, a funky-ass big-ass toothy grin on his skanky face. “Well, well, well, it be lookin like tha big-ass wack dragon is up fo' tha count!” Da other dawgs laughed, eggin his ass on. “Go…go ta Tartarus…” tha dragon muttered. Howlz of laughter came from tha dawgs as they leader flexed his claws. “What was that?” he asked, takin one of his fuckin long n' jagged claws n' placin it over Spike’s right eyebrow. “I couldn’t like hear dis shit.” Dude slowly n' painfully jabbed tha nail tha fuck into tha dragons skin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spike tried his dopest not ta show any pain. “Make his ass squeal!” shouted one of tha dawgs, tha rest of tha pack agreein wit mo' hellish howling. Da lead dawg smiled, lookin all up in tha dreary eyez of tha dragon. “Well, dragon, biatch? Yo ass gonna squeal fo' us?” he axed Spike. Da drake holla'd nothing. “Well then…” Dude twisted his nail round up in Spike’s wound, right before slashin down across his wild lil' fuckin eye. Da dragon grunted up in pain as blood poured over his wild lil' fuckin eye. “This won’t do it,” sighed tha lead dawg yo. Dude turned ta Rarity, dat biiiiatch was bein held by tha big-ass diamond dog. “Maybe his crazy-ass marefriend can help us.” Dude grew another devilish grin on his wild lil' face. “Not…my marefriend…” “Oh,” holla'd tha diamond leader, a shitty scam formin up in his crazy-ass mind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Then I guess you wouldn’t mind…” Dude took a hold of Rarity, slammin her grill tha fuck into tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Yo ass see…” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd as he looked back at Spike, “here’s what tha fuck we’re goin ta do. First we’ll have some funk wit yo' lil pony.” Spike’s heartbeat fuckin started ta increase. “And then was goin ta bust a cap up in yo thugged-out ass.” Spike gritted his thugged-out lil' pointy teeth. “Then, she’s goin ta work till she findz our asses all tha diamondz up in Equestria.” Spike was growling. “But don’t worry, she’ll have nuff breaks.” Dude looked at his thugged-out lil' pack. “Our thugged-out asses have needz afta all!” Da ounce ta tha bounce of horny dawgs whistled n' cackled at dat remark, echoin up in tha darknizz dat was approaching. Da cloudz had blocked up tha sun, n' soon dat shiznit was drizzlin heavily. “What do you say, thugs?” tha lead dawg shouted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. “I’ve never had wet mare before!” Dude strutted behind Raritizzle n' grabbed her flank. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch tried her dopest ta resist yo, but dat biiiiatch was just too weak ta fight back. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch started ta cry, lookin at Spike fo' help. Da dragon looked like da thug was bustin up like a biatch as well. Fuck dat shit, not bustin up. Laughing. “What’s so funky?” axed tha leader. Spike lil' small-ass lil chuckle grew n' grew tha fuck into a maniacal laughter n' shit. Every dawg was starin at his ass wit a strange look. “It’s funky…’cause I know suttin' you don’t…” “And what’s that?” tha dawg axed smugly. Da dragon looked up, tha blood from his wild lil' fuckin eye drenched across tha right side of his wild lil' face. “Simple,” his thugged-out lil' punk-ass fuckin started, “I have wings.” Da four dawgs holdin down Spike’s back was flung tha fuck into tha air, landin unconsciously on tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! On Spike’s back was two big-ass purple wings, n' dat schmoooove muthafucka had become straight-up phat at foldin dem so they blended tha fuck into his back. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sometimes, it didn’t even be lookin like they was even there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. With tha weight of tha dawgs off his back, da thug was easily able ta crush tha skullz of tha remainin two dawgs up in his crazy-ass massive claws. Da big-ass dawg charged at Spike fo' realz. Apparently, dat schmoooove muthafucka had found another stick. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spike mustered up what tha fuck lil fire was burnin up in his belly n' erupted it up in tha dog’s face. Da big-ass dawg screamed as da thug was burned kickin it, fallin ta his knees as tha pimpin' muthafucka tried ta pat up tha chronic flames. Da leader of tha Diamond Dogs was all ridin' solo. Dude dropped Rarity, n' started ta run away yo. Dude wasn’t nearly as fast as tha flyin dragon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spike grabbed tha dawg by tha neck n' flew high up tha fuck into tha air. Da dawg desperately tried ta claw free. “Mercy dawwwwg! Mercy!” his schmoooove ass cried weakly. “Mercy?” tha solemn dragon asked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Did yo dirty ass show our asses mercy!” His grip tightened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “DID YOU SHOW HER ANY MERCY!” “I’m…I’m sorry” his schmoooove ass coughed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “Please…” “NO MERCY!” tha dragon screamed as he flew higher tha fuck into tha air. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Once he reached a high altitude, his schmoooove ass closed his wings n' tha two fuckin started hurtlin towardz tha ground. As they fell, tha dawg was finally able ta wiggle down enough ta bite tha hand of tha dragon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spike winced up in pain as he let go of tha dawgs neck. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spike opened his wings ta slow his wild lil' fall yo, but tha dawg grabbed his fuckin leg. “I’ll bust a cap up in you, nahmean biiiatch?” tha dawg screamed as da perved-out muthafucka swung across tha dragon’s soft underbelly. Blood blew up like a muthafucka from tha dragon’s stomach as Spike gave a thunderous roar yo. Dude looked down all up in tha evil grin of tha diamond dog, Spike’s blood drenched across his wild lil' face. Back on tha ground, Raritizzle was huddled up in tha mud, lettin up lil snifflez over what tha fuck almost happened ta her, n' what tha fuck had happened ta Spike already. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Slowly she noticed freshly smoked up thick dropz of liquid fallin on her face. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked up ta peep dat shiznit was not rizla yo, but dark crimson blood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Biatch quickly scurried away from tha blood rain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Where was it comin from, biatch? Biatch thought. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch found up soon enough as a big-ass gameless body fell tha fuck from tha sky n' landed up in tha mud wit a messy splat. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Slowly, Raritizzle peeked at what tha fuck it was. Dat shiznit was tha headless body of a gangbangin' finger-lickin' diamond dog. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Spike descended from tha sky n' landed next ta Rarity. “Spike!” her big-ass booty screamed as dat biiiiatch went ta gangbang tha dragon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “Dat shiznit was wack biaaatch! T-T-They tried ta r-r-r-r” Biatch couldn’t say dat last word. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch was up in full tears as dat thugged-out biiiatch clung ta her dragon. “It’s all gravy Rarity…” da perved-out muthafucka holla'd, tha sadnizz up in his wild lil' fuckin eyes was clear as he rested his neck on her shoulder n' shiznit yo. His eyes started ta grow heavy. “I’m sorry…” Bitch looked all up in tha dragon, wipin tha tears from her eyes. “Spiky, you have not a god damn thang ta be sorry about!” Biatch felt his weight gettin heavier n' shit. “Spike?” Da dragon collapsed on tha ground, blood still pourin outta his stomach. “Spike!” her big-ass booty screamed all up in tha fadin dragon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. “Spike git up!” her dope ass demanded while bustin up. “Git up damn it!” Biatch held tha dragon’s grill close ta hers, his big-ass chronic eyes still shinin up in tha rain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude gave her a weak smile. “I’m sorry…” Rarity’s tried ta hold her tears back, causin her ta hyperventilate. “What?” she axed on tha fuckin' down-lowly. “What is you sorry about?” Biatch waited fo' his thugged-out answer. Spike coughed up a lil blood, tha ghetto was gettin darker round him, yet Raritizzle was as bright as eva n' shiznit yo. Her grill was covered wit blood, her left eye had swollen over n' dat freaky freaky biatch had cuts all over her cheek. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was still dope ta his muthafuckin ass. “I’m sorry…I …never holla'd at…you…” his fuckin lyrics was gettin heavier as da perved-out muthafucka spoke. Dat shiznit was harder ta breath. “How tha fuck I……” Dude couldn’t finish tha sentence before every last muthafuckin thang went black.