You stared blankly at the big purple dragon for a minute as you brain short circuited and reboot.
“Spike?”
“Uh, yeah, that’s me.”
“I thought you were a baby dragon...”
James seemed to be completely stunned by this revelation, “A baby dragon?” he whispered to himself in awe.
“Oh, right, something something magic, something something dragon greed, stolen treasure and all that, I don’t really know myself, Princess Celestia explained it to me when I found her before I sent her back.”
“Sent her back? What do you mean? ”
“I’ll show you.”
Before you could ask what he meant, you were scooped up by a giant purple scaled claw.
“Wait! Spike! What are you doing?!”
“Don’t worry, this won’t even hurt.”
You thrash and kick at the dragon’s hand.
Spike lifts you up to eye level.
You watch in slow motion as your life is coming to an end.
“Tell your mom I said hi, but I haven’t found your dad yet.”
“Don’t eat me please! Tell me what is happening!”
Spike opens his mouth and flicks you high up into the air, arcing right to his sharp tooth filled mouth like a small snack.
A wall of green fire rushed out of the dragon’s mouth.
He must prefer his ponies cooked.
Just before the wall of green fire hit, you hear him speak to you.
“Oh, and tell Sweetie Belle I’m still searching for her sister.”
You watch in horror as the fire consumes your flailing limbs. Your hooves and flesh turning to smoke before your eyes.
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The coolness of the polished white marble floor helps soothe the headache it gave you from the impact it had with your face.
You can still see the grain of the stone in your dreams when you close your eyes. You hear a voice you never thought you’d hear again.
“My baby!”
Although this might very well be the last time if she is this determined to squeeze the life out of you.
“M-mom?”
“Oh, my sweet sweet Silver Spoon! I’m so happy you’re alive!”
“M-mom… can’t breathe...”
A thought occurs to you.
You’re…alive…?
“Mom!”
The joy of life floods your reality.
“S-silver Spoon… I can’t… breathe.”
“Mom! I’m not dead!”
You feel the warmth of unicorn magic gently pry your arms away from your hug around mom’s neck.
“Every day grows a little brighter when another one of my little ponies is brought back home.”
You slowly look over your shoulder to see the ruler of ponykind, Princess Celestia. Looking around the room, you can tell that you are in a very rich looking room. Within this room, sitting in small groups all around, ponies.
Many ponies.
Young and old, many clearly foals and parents. All sent back to Equestria by Spike’s dragon fire. You’re startled by a large plume of blue smoke and fire as a pony is materialized and dropped on the floor. Unlike you, this pony landed on her rump.
You remember the news reports.
Dragon’s helping the ponies…
Huh…
This wasn’t what you imagined at all.