• Published 16th Feb 2020
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Race Relations - DatZigga



The story of a dragon introducing his new human friend to the ponies of Ponyville.

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Chapter 7- Spike, A Boy And His Alien

Spike was making his daily excursion into the Everfree Forest. He marked himself a path in order to make the journey easier and less dangerous. This weird alien-human-creature had done a surprisingly adequate job of laying traps and making his corner of the Forest inhabitable. This wasn’t the first time somepony lived in the Everfree, just ask Zecora, but the fact that an alien could with no assistance was new. Regardless, Spike tried to inform him as best as he could about the creatures of the Everfree, despite their limited tongue. That very limitation was why he was even risking going into the Everfree everyday, with a few children’s books under his arm.

Spike finally arrived at the alien’s camp and nearly dropped his books in shock. The camp was completely decimated, his makeshift tent torn asunder, trees having been torn from their roots nearby, and in the center of the carnage, sat the alien, using his shirt to wrap his ankle. Spike could see a steady drip of blood. He sprung into action running up to the alien’s side.

“Woah, what happened here?” Spike said, forgetting that the alien’s understanding was limited. The alien put a hand out to stop the dragon. He gestured with his arms a big creature with wings, a tail that stabbed, and claws that swiped. “Oh, a manticore, huh? Yeah, I was afraid you’d find one eventually.” Spike looked back to find the alien ignoring him, probably because he couldn’t understand. Spike sat by a nearby log, waiting for him to fix his leg and the camp. It took a while, Spike had dozed off, but eventually the alien dusted himself of his work and sat by his campfire. Spike sprung awake, realizing the alien was free and walked back over to him, showing his book.

“No book.” The alien said slowly, keeping his eyes toward the fire. Spike could see he hated speaking those unfamiliar words. “Bad mood.”

“I understand.” Spike responds, equally slow. “But books help. Let you speak. Let you get help.” The alien snorted.

“I human. We human smart and strong. I need no help.” Alien picked up a stick and broke it apart to emphasize his point. He then added it into the fire for kindling.

“You are smart and strong.” Spike agreed condescendingly. “But the pony know land better. You could even live with pony!” The alien laughed, scaring the poor dragon with its suddenness.

“Live with pony? Funny!” The alien settled down, his smile quickly fading. “Why you like pony so much? You are dragon, yes? Should you not be with dragons?” Spike grimaced at the question.

“I...maybe. When born, I was always among pony. I was raised by pony, taught by pony, and loved by pony. But, pony didn’t know dragons. They didn’t know me.” The alien broke his attention from the fire, now listening to the dragon’s tale. “One day, I went to dragons. I thought I would be home with real dragon family. It did not feel like home though. I did not fit in and they did not want me to fit in. Do you understand? I am not pony, but I am also not dragon.” The alien nods.

“I understand.” The alien responds. “At home, I fit nowhere. Sometimes, it was because of this skin.” The alien pointed at his skin. Spike wondered what about the alien’s skin would make him not fit in. “Sometimes, it was because lifestyle. Sometimes, it was because of brain. Too many differences across too many groups. Too different so couldn’t fit in.” The two shared the ensuing silence, watching the fire crackle and burn.

“We not so different.” Spike broke the silence, elbowing. “We both weird and different. You...more so.” The alien snickered at the joke. Spike tried to think of something insightful to say and how to word it for the alien, but the alien suddenly stood up. Spike watched as the alien went over and picked up the books.

“We read baby book.” The alien said triumphantly. Spike giggled at the phrase. “I learn language and...we see what happen, yes?”

“Yes. We see what happens.”


Spike sat on the porch of Anon’s house. He figured that Anon would at least want to pick up his stuff before he inevitably went back into the Everfree. He sat with his head in his hands and a rather glum expression, reminiscing on the days he first met Anon. Spike has made friends before, with Ember and Thorax being chief among them. Yet, Anon, as frustrating as it was to deal with him, had something about him that stuck out. A depth that if Spike understood, then maybe Anon didn’t have to leave.

“You read like an open book, my guy.” Said a voice above Spike, derailing his train of thought. It was, of course, Anon. “How long were you on my doorstep?”

“Ever since you left.” Spike admitted, not meeting Anon’s eyes. “I at least figured you’d want to get your stuff before you left for the Everfree again. I just wanted to say goodbye.” He looked up at Anon, only to find a smug grin on his face.

“Aw, was wittle Spikey-wikey gonna miss me when I’m gone.” Anon taunted the dragon with baby speak. This riled up the dragon, shooting him up to his feet.

“Y-yeah, what’s wrong with missing a friend?” Spike asked defensively.

“On my world, we’d call that pretty fucking gay.” Spike was about to speak further until Anon cut him off. “Relax, I’m not running off into the Everfree again. I just had some...issues to work through.”

“So, you’re staying?” Spike asked hopefully, the anger dissipating from him.

“For now. Who knows, maybe I will get that call to adventure and have to overthrow an evil overlord.” Spike tilted his head. “But, for now, I’ll give this Ponyville a shot. The food is good and plentiful, the scenery is beautiful, and I dare say that your friends are, if nothing, interesting.” Spike was beaming at the news. He jumped up on Anon’s waist and hugged tightly.

“Thank you, thank you!” Anon cheered, rubbing his head in Anon’s gut.

“Ha, gay.” Anon mumbled before giving a limp, one-armed hug to satiate the dragon. The dragon looked up, though his face changed from one of happiness to one of caution.

“So, remember how you wanted your phone fixed.” Anon’s eyebrow raised. “Well, I may have snuck it from you and given it to Twilight. Who, in turn, gave it to Sunset.” Anon started to glare. “But! But, Sunset managed to not only bring it back to full power AND give you a device to charge it, she also managed to create something called an “internet connection”. So, now you can use your phone like you could at home.

Anon stared at Spike blankly. For a painfully long amount of time. Spike was beginning to grow worried that he did something wrong. Maybe he should have-

“My motherfuckin’ nigga!” Anon shouted with joy, ruffling the little, and now perplexed, dragon’s spines said they were hairs. “Pullin’ through for your homeboy, that’s mad respect!” Anon set the dragon down and took the phone back from him, powering it on. Anon’s heart swooned, reunited with the love of his life.

“Anyway,” Spike recovered. “Pinkie Pie had planned a welcome party in case you did decide to stay and-“

“Spike, I can’t do that.” Anon said, seemingly disgusted that Spike would say such a thing. “I have a date tonight.”

What.

“What.” Spike asked flatly.

“Yes, Spike. I’m gonna be busy all night, so tell your pink horse friend to postpone til never.”

“But, you...I…” Spike stumbled to find the words. “Who are you dating?!” Spike looked at Anon and tried to find an answer in his visage, anything to explain the sudden revelation. But all Spike could find was one, large shit eating grin from ear to ear.

“A lovely lady named Rosie Palms.” With that Anon slammed the door in Spike’s face. He stood there for a moment, processing the entire interaction. He then turned and looked through the city for any information on a pony named Rosie Palms.

Author's Note:

Thus concludes my first fanfic. As we all know, it was trash. BUT, I had fun and I have many stupid stories I want to try.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you and I’m sorry.

Comments ( 31 )

Interesting story. Really it is. I definitely think you have the potential to write an even better story with more thought out protagonist. I'm black as well.

This was a good story and the ending too

SRY

That was pretty good, especially for a first story. I wouldn't mind seeing more.

“Thank you, thank you!” Anon cheered, rubbing his head in Anon’s gut.

Methinks you named Spike Anon as well.:rainbowlaugh:

The story was funny, would love to read more of this Anon's travel through horse territory as it feels like many things were left hanging like with the two pegasi and Spike - he does owe an apology for being a git, after all.:trixieshiftright:

I wanna see Anon interact with the student six, but if this before the movie be Tempest Shadows best friend or something

Loved it dude. For a first fic, that was really well written.

Very nice, read it all in one go. Ending with a dumb joke like that is just great.

It took me the entire fucking story to realize he was black.

10172042
Kinda realized it when Pinkie licked him because she thought he would taste like chocolate. He mentioned melatonin soon after that. Not the first story I read that had that happened.

10172042
Arguably my fault because as much as I wanted to write it, I was uncomfortable with fully stating it because I don’t know how such a character would be received. So, it’s very, very downplayed unless his colored perspective is required. Or I just think it’s funny.

Really wish you had mentioned that you had a collection of this character in the summary of your other story.

Best parts of this entire thing have to be the short and sweet interactions with everyone.

My favorite had to be applejack.

That was a really good read! Fun, but with some serious feels!

And now Spike can officially say, "I have a black friend"!:moustache:

He then turned and looked through the city for any information on a pony named Rosie Palms.

fuck! :rainbowlaugh:

This was a fun story, and that last part was the cherry on the fucking top! Did not expect that! XD

So that’s why I liked this character so much, he’s black. Also, maybe there’s some hope for anon after all.

Nicely done man, loved reading it! Will there be a continuation? Don't mind if there isn't one planed, but I'd love to know if there is, you did a great job writing it, after all.:twilightsmile:

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Every thing I’ve written thus far surrounds the antics of this character. I’m not a very creative man. If you’re looking fo a direct continuation, Race Relations: Conflicted (though I dislike it). Storm on Ponyville and Anon’s Friendship Lessons come afterwards. Again, this guy’s all I write.

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My bad, I... somehow missed the continuation. I've had a.. day. Also, this feels more creative than you give yourself credit for. Have a great day. :)

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No probs, my g. Glad to be of entertainment.

10328221
Na, Anon is green hehheh.

Good stuff yo.

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Piccolo is green, and people count him as black.

I give this fic a like for the chapter titles

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Care to hit me up as well?

10172042
Ikr, for some bloody odd reason it escaped my mind until he said "nigga"

Ok i'm excited to read this since the idea seem fun to :D

WHO THE BUCK IS ROSIE PALMS?!

Damn, always with them good reads. :moustache:

All in all, not bad. You may think you suck but I will say this as someone who doesn't really care that much.
It's pretty decent.
It's not over the top "I gotta see what happens next" but more of "Oh, I'm kinda interested. Let's see where this goes."
In other words, ya did alright.

D-F

agreeing with what the guy below me said, you did well for a first time!

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