//------------------------------// // Spike's Later Rage // Story: Spike's Later Rage // by Discordismysexslave //------------------------------// I stalked out of my cave, far off to the south of Ponyville. It was time. I spread my wings and took to the sky. I had grown them about three years after I left, but I had been gone for nearly a quarter century now. I had always thought that Twilight would have been around to see me grow my wings, seeing as it was a vital stage in a dragon’s life, but oh well. Ever since… I care not to even think his name. Ever since HE became part of her life, I knew that my services were no longer required. Alas, life goes on, and twenty-five years later not the slightest whisper of her missing me. Not a letter, not a note, not even a search party. I remembered what he had written on the note he had left for her: “Twilight, I know that you really love this stallion, and I wish you all the best. However, I can see that you don’t need me anymore, so I have decided to leave. I never really fit in around here anyway, I was never meant to. I mean, how many dragons do you see other than me in the company of unicorns? So by the time you see this I’ll be gone. Best wishes, your faithful servant, Spike Casanova.” Looking back on it I wished I’d been ruder, “Hey, bitch. I’m peacing the fuck outa here so you can suck on Flash Sentry’s fat juicy cock without worrying about me hearing. Tell your annoying friends to go fuck themselves and die. Oh, and you can do the same. Eat a shit Spike.” That would have been more suitable, but I guess you can’t change the past. Only determine the future. That was what I was doing right then. I would arrive in Ponyville shortly. I just needed to make a few quick stops first. “You got the shit, man?” I demanded as I landed at my favourite fire breath enhancing drug merchants. Believe it or not, I was actually somewhat of a big shot in the dragon world during my time away from those Technicolor pony fuck faces. “Right here, brah.” My dealer replied, timidly. He had a thick west country accent, that made him sound like what the humans of old would call ‘White trash.” “I’m not your ‘brah’ you twat fuck. Now gimme that bag.” “Sure thing, err, that’ll be 480 bits.” He damn near whimpered. I grabbed the bag full of orangey-red pills that would make my fire breath a blazing inferno of searing pain. I looked him in the eyes and growled in a deep and menacing voice, “I got an idea,” The lesser dragon slowly back away, so I just took a step forwards and loomed even higher above him, “How about you give them to me for free?” The dealer gulped, “And if I refuse?” He said, trying (And horrendously failing) to sound brave. I chuckled, “If you refuse? If you refuse I’ll rip your fucking eyes out, cover them in your grandmothers green shit, and make you eat them.” At this the dealer’s confidence crumbled, “I think giving you another freebee should be fine.” He squealed, “Excellent,” I growled as I turned around and purposefully whipped my dealer in the face with my thick, heavily spiked tail. This was one of the many random acts of violence I committed in my time away. Acts I do not fully regret, as they shaped me into the dragon I am today, but rather, wish I hadn't done. I spread my wings once again and overdramatically took off, generating as much wind as I could so as to cause as much damage as possible to my dealer’s corrugated metal box he choose to make a living in. Of course this box could have happily housed a family of ponies, but the family of dragons (my birth family) that lived around here in the south were much bigger than even regular dragons. However, the box was very small for these dragons so I counted it as small. I flew even further toward the final destination: Ponyville. I knew the route to my birth parents palace well by now. I was going to stop by and tell them that I was about to fulfil the quest I had been born to complete. However, I know the question on your mind, and I shall answer. Yes, it turns out that my parents were the dragon king and queen of the south. Princess Celestia had chosen me specifically because she knew that I was going to be a mighty dragon lord and was going to grow up to terrorize many towns and cities. She gave me to Twilight in the vain hope that the teachings she taught her would rub off onto me. I digress, my mother, Sharkonath the magnificent, and my Father, Ordaavithe the tremendous, ruled over the dragons of southern Equestria, and Celestia had stolen me, and changed my true name. She changed it, but derived my second name, Casanova, from my original name: Novakihll the defiler. I descended towards my parent’s palace, and the pony slaves they kept as guard’s coward in my presence. I smiled an unkind smile. I liked people fearing me. It gave me a nice sense of power and satisfaction, especially after I was practically a doormat in the years I should have been rising to my throne. The palace was a dark place, with black brick walls and no windows. I sauntered into the palace, and they lit torches for me as I walked. I didn’t have to care any more. I was future dragon lord of the south. I was going to be the mighty leader. Spike the terrible. Casanova the mighty. Novakihll the defiler. My rule across Equestria would be everlasting. It was amazing. My mother greeted me as I entered the entrance hall. My mother was a lighter purple than I was, but her spines were a darker green. He eyes were purple to, and her spines were more curved than mine were. Her fangs were about the same length as mine. However, what really set her apart from me was that all her features were more pointy; her eyes, her snout, her eyes, even her scales. “My son,” She said with as close to a loving smile as we dragons can get, “Good news, I hope.” “The best,” I replied, “But I would rather announce it with the last third of the family with us.” “Your father is in the throne room.” My mother answered excitedly. We walked together to the throne room. It was a grand space, with the torches lining the walls and chandeliers lining the ceiling. It was a massive circular room, and, in true dragon style, all the gold the family had ever stolen was piled in this room. A path had been forged in the gold, but beyond that, the coins and rings and cups and trophies and goblets and giblets were stacked so high it was hard to see the tops some of the mounds. My father saw us entering, “Ah,” He said, pleased, “My wonderful family. What is it?” My father, unlike my mother, was more rounded and more muscled. His scales were a darker purple and his spines a darker green as well. His eyes were a piercing racing green, and were slightly bloodshot around the edges. “Father,” I grinned, “I have come here to tell you, and mother, that I shall fulfil my quest today.” My mother and father smiled proudly, “I never doubted you,” He told me, “Live up to your name. Kill the princess.” It still struck me ass odd, that quest, even though I had known it, pondered over it and questioned it for over twenty-five years. It was supposedly the quest I was born to complete, at least that’s what my parents told me, but when I was first hatched Twilight wasn’t even fully grown, let alone a princess. Unless it was some weird Celestia seeing the future but not admitting it shit. Anyways, at that point I nodded some hugs were exchanged and I left. I didn’t really like my parents. They only really seemed like they cared when I first came back, and when I talked about the quest. Other than that they were just like “Yeah, just go and take some drugs or kill someone, or some shit like that. I’m busy.” Oh well, they were just my parents. In the dragon world all the parents really did was make the egg and then squeeze it out. Really I had been given quite a lot of attention from them. I took to the sky and flew to the west. The last stop. Most dragons would have not bothered with this one, but being raised by ponies still has a permanent effect even on the mightiest of dragons. I had to stop off, because I knew I might not see her again. I had feelings for her, even though it was impossible. I was nowhere near old enough for a love interest. Oh, and no, not Rarity, before you ask. A female dragon, with pearl white scales, diamond blue spines and like a red rose by the name of Filiakath. I landed at her hoard, small though it was. I looked around inside, but she was not in. She could have been anywhere. Shit. I eventually decided to scratch a note onto her wall. It simply read, ‘I’m going to miss you.’ I wrote this because I spoke to my parents about ponies like they were flimsy little things that wouldn’t know a fight if it crawled up their arsehole. The truth of the matter is that they could fight. Well. I saw the power of magic some of those unicorns generated. Still, it was my quest all the same, suicidal though it was, and I did not want her to think that I forgot about her. And so, for the final time, I spread my wings and flew off towards Ponyville. I soared over Sweet Apple Acres, high enough to not be seen by anyone. I considered causing Twilight some additional pain, but then I thought better of it. It wasn’t part of the quest, and it would just attract unnecessary attention. I heard that Granny Smith had passed away a few years after I left, so that was mildly interesting, and it got me wondering about Applejack’s parents. Maybe she and I had more in common than I first thought. That was irrelevant, and Spike thinking, not Novakihll thinking. I then passed over Carousel Boutique, and thought of how I had loved Rarity. Ha, how weird, interspecies. It was sort of gross, looking back. Then I passed over Sugar Cube Corner, and looked into the distance and saw Fluttershy’s cottage, and Rainbow Dash’s cloud house. I thought back to my time with them. I had no reason to be angry with them, I suppose. Really, I had no feelings about them at all. The only reason they were anything at all to me was because of Twilight. No, they weren’t going to die by my fire. Then I stopped, and looked directly down. There it was: the old library. Ahhh, silly Twilight. What possessed you to believe I would be a good idea to live in a tree with a dragon? We are most famous for setting things on fire. Erg. Pony logic… I thought for a moment. Did I really want to do this? I mean, for all the times she wronged me, she was still Twilight Sparkle. Where would I be without her? In a better situation! I wouldn’t have this quest, and she would get to live. But really it’s Celestia’s fault… Yeah, but we can’t kill Celestia, precious! Too heavily guarded. Also, you want to fuck with a pony that can move the sun? Killing Twilight will send just the right message: Dragons aren’t pets, you cunts! I suppose you’re right. All right, let’s do this! I swooped down low over the tree, my trademark green flame leaping from my jaws. It was a miraculous sight, for me at least. The leaves were on fire, and Flash Sentry called to Twilight inside, “Twilight, fire!” I then heard a multitude of shouting and screaming and hustling and bustling until Twilight and Flash ran out of the tree. I grinned, as I swooped down and grabbed Twilight in my mighty claw and flew off, with Flash flying after me, and some armed unicorn guards shooting aggressive bolts off towards me. One got my wing, and made my flying a little lame, but I was still able to leave Flash in the dust. Twilight screamed and flailed until I reached some random ledge on some random mountain. I didn’t care where we were, just so long as no one found us, and I enjoyed this. I smashed her so hard against the side of the mountain the she actually made a dent and some cracks. When she came to her senses she seemed to recognise me, “Spike?” She whispered. I slammed her into the mountain again, “That’s not my name.” I growled, “I am Novakihll the defiler. I am son of the dragon monarchs of the south, and I will ascend to god-like status once I end you.” Suddenly, Twilight’s horn started glowing her bodily temperature started to drop rapidly, which was awful for me because dragons of the south are fire dragons, and are vulnerable to cold. I dropped Twilight, and narrowed my eyes, “Don’t do this!” She pleaded, “We were best friends! We were going to go places!” “Then why didn’t you look for me?” I screamed at her, “I did! Spike, Celestia picked you because you are a powerful dragon. You were going to be the protector of my empire!” This stopped me in my thoughts. I had a purpose from the beginning? Twilight ended her speech with, “Spike, please. I love you.” Then I was stuck. I didn’t like the dragon lifestyle, but at the same time, the prospect of having a purpose beyond killing Twilight was very tempting. So that’s where I am now: Stuck, undecided on not just my future, but also most likely the future of Equestria.