A Life of Work

by 15MadyCat

Rating: teen
Tags: Rarity, Romance, Sex, Spike, Tragedy, Slice of Life, Human, Anthro, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 6395

After a dragon-pony war the dragon-blooded humans become slaves to the pony-bloods. A birthday present of a slave to the Master's daughter will only become trouble when he falls in love with her.

After a dragon-pony war the dragon-blooded humans become slaves to the pony-bloods. A birthday present of a slave to the Master's daughter will only become trouble when he falls in love with her.

Published 2013-07-08 02:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-27 20:18:08 UTC

Chapter 1

The roar of the crowd was unmistakable as numbers were called out. A teenage boy stood amongst a crowd of his own kin. He hated being sold like he was an object meant for meaningless work. He should be an equal to the stupid pony-blooded humans, yet here he was in this situation. He was not someones slave and yet he was being sold as one.

The dragon-kin teen was still young and strong, he would go for a good price, but why did it matter? He stepped closer to his older brother who he will never see again; that he knew for a fact. With a last look of sorrow and encouragement to stay strong from his brother, the auction started.

"50 bits!" A female called.

"150!" A male protested, pushing the price higher.

"200 bits!" Someone from the crowd yelled, the murmur from the crowd died down giving the Auctioneer ample time to close the deal.

"Sold!" The Auctioneer raised his hand and spoke loudly as he grabbed the chains around the teenagers wrists. He was yanked forward off the stage to the man who had won the auction over him. The teen looked back at his older brother who was looking down at him with tears in his eyes. The boy silently told his brother goodbye for the last time. The dragon didn't dare look up at the taller male that had paid for him, though he could see out from the corner of his eye that he wore a straw hat and had brown hair that trailed down his neck and onto his shoulders and stopped. The steel chain was passed to the male and the money was paid. For the next hour or so the teenage dragon-blood was pulled towards a small farm in the middle of the country. As the fresh slave boy got his first fill of his new dwelling all he could see was cotton fields for acres. He also spied an old wood shed a few yards away from the house. The older man led the dragon slave into the house.

As they entered the house there were three pony-blooded females of different ages standing in the sitting room. "What is this?" The oldest of the females asked. She was a unicorn with a pink horn atop her forehead framed with dual colored purple hair pulled up into a bun. She wore a red and white dress that wrapped around her shoulders and draped down her tall frame, the outfit finished off in fine jewels.

"Our new worker, and your birthday present." The adult male smiled at the second tallest female. The dragon looked up at the girl wondering who his new mistress was. As he got his first glimpse of her he would be lying if he said he wasn't struck dumb by her beauty at first glance. She was tall and drop dead gorgeous. Her hair was purple and curled hanging over her shoulders. She was curvy and was wearing a light and dark blue with yellow dress. It was quite stunning on her the color making her sapphire blue eyes pop. She walked up to the dragon-blooded teen tilting his head up making him look into her eyes. His emerald green eyes stared back into hers as she messed with his spiky green hair. He felt his pointed ears twitch a bit as she poked at it. His scaly light purple tail swished back and forth as she circled around him. "He is a dragon." Explained what the male teen could only guess was this girl's father.

"I've never seen one in person before. He's so. . .different." The 18 year old girl stood back beside her mother looking the other teen up and down examining every detail and feature about him. Her hair bounced a bit as it shown in the sun light. She just stared at him curiously. The boy just stood there unsure of what to do as the girl looked over him. The dragon-blooded teen shifted from his left foot to his right. The chains on his wrists jangled some as he did.

"Time for work." The man declared as he grabbed the chains around the boys wrists and unlocked them. The teenager wanted to run the minute he felt the lock come open, but decided against it when he saw the shotgun on the wall. The door to the cottage was opened and he was taken outside. "Pick as much cotton as you can before night fall." The boys new master pointed to the field. "Here. Use this to carry it." The older male threw a potato sack at the slaves feet. The dragon-blooded teen looked down at it for a bit before picking it up. "When you are done picking you will remove the seeds. Now, get to work." The master nodded before leaving. The boy swallowed before trudging over to the cotton fields.

The sun was setting as he picked a few last bundles of cotton off of the plant. The dragon boy picked up the full potato sack and walked up to the stairs on the porch. Sitting down he grabbed a hand full of the soft, fluffy, white pieces out of the bag. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there picking out the seeds, but when he was finished the moon was high in the sky.

After sweeping the seeds into a bucket that was under the porch, he put the clean cotton back into the bag and tied it so it wouldn't fall out as he laid it by the door. The teen walked into the shed he first saw when he came to the farm. He had been here for a few days now maybe a week, and he hasn't done anything to get in trouble yet. He was thankful for that; he knows what the punishment would be, and that whip doesn't look very welcoming. The dragon-blood laid down on the wooden shelf-like bed that was inside of the shed. He took in a deep breath knowing he had to go back to work tomorrow. His body was sweaty and exhausted. His whole body was sore and his muscles were tense. He was only a slave for a few days and he was completely exhausted already. I hope tomorrow ain't as hot as it was today. The teenager thought to himself before drifting into a deep rest as a breeze drifted through the open window.

Author's Note

This is my first time writing a story so if there is anything I can do to fix it please tell me. Thanks and enjoy!
My sister helped edit this so she has some credit

Chapter 2

The dragon-blood awoke the next day bright and early knowing if he woke up any later then that he would be punished. Stepping outside he winced. It was hot and humid. Sure, he was used to the heat by now he was already 16 years old and spent his whole life in the Dragon Kingdom, which wasn't known for being the coolest place on earth. The thing that was getting to him was the humidity, it was unbearable!

He took a deep breath of the hot, sticky, gross air. Today is going to be a long day. He thought breathing out. Trudging over to the porch he took his now empty potato sack and headed over to the cotton field. He had about one more day left to pick the rest of the cotton off of the plants if he doesn't get it done on time then the cotton will whither and severe punishment would take place.

The dragon teen started picking the fluff off of the bush-like plants. His mouth felt dry already and from the heat he was breathing hard. Every once in awhile he would look over at the porch and see his master leaning against one of the wooden poles that held up the over hang on the roof. The teen felt a bit self-conscious having someone watch every move he made.

He looked back at the cotton seeing more than before. He had been out for about five hours now, and the heat was starting to take affect. His vision was blurred and his mind felt as if his brain had melted in his head. His throat was dry and his tongue felt like sand paper. How could the heat have taken affect so quickly? If he had water then maybe he would be able to last longer, but he was only given one meal a day and that included one glass of water.

The heat was taking its toll as the teen felt his stomach muscles jerk causing him to fall to the dirt covered ground holding his stomach. He groaned and whimpered holding onto himself tighter as he gagged up nothing. If he had eaten anything he would have thrown it up. The teen continued to writhe on the farm ground gagging and holding his stomach as he whimpered loudly.

He was leaned over his legs with his forehead on the ground until a crack sounded. He sat up immediately with his eyes wide feeling them burn as tears stroked down his face. His back burned and felt wet and sticky. The dragon-blooded 16 year old screamed out in pain as another crack sounded. He was being whipped with a thorn covered whip; the thorns were sharp enough to be able to slide through his tough skin making gashes on his back. The teen squeezed his eyes shut as he was whipped several more times covering his back with blood.

"Get back to work!" His master barked then splashed salt water on his back. Another scream came from the slave as the fiery burn of salt dissolved in his gashes and the force of water opened them a tiny bit more. His back was arched as his whole body was shaking from the pain. The dragon boy let out a shaky breath as he slowly opened his eyes. "Get up!" He heard his masters voice boom through the fields. The teen slowly got back up and winced at the pain on his back as his shirt stuck to the blood gushing from the wounds on his back, and if he were to remove his shirt it would pull and tug on the cuts causing more pain.

The day dragged on hot and painful for the slave as he did his work on the fields. He was just glad that the sun was setting so he could go back to his new home in the shed. He had managed to finish picking the rest of the cotton when the evening stroke, so now he was almost finished with picking out all of the seeds. The sun was just setting as he leaned the bag up against the cabin wall then headed back to his shed.

That night was one of the most uncomfortable the teen had ever experienced. It was bad enough that he had to lay on a wood board that hung off of the wall, but now he had to lay on his stomach to avoid the gashes on his back. He could still feel the dried blood on his back. The boy grumbled and sat up. This was to uncomfortable he had to do something about it. The drake slowly started taking off his shirt trying to avoid tugging at the cuts, but still pulled at some. The dragon winced but finally got his torn and bloodied shirt removed. Folding it he laid it down where his head lay and repositioned himself to the most comfortable he could get.

His arm was laying off of the shelf. He closed his eyes and took in a breath before facing a night that felt like it would never end. He groaned and wiggled a bit trying to get more comfortable. He never liked sleeping on his stomach he would much prefer being curled up in a ball. . .with his family.

The teen frowned at the memory. He missed them so much. He didn't want to be there at the farm anymore. He wanted to be home with his parents and siblings by the fire place telling stories and laughing. Just like it was before the war and before being taken away from his home. The dragon squeezed his eyes shut one more time for the night as he let out a shaky sigh as the tears came. They streaked down his face leaving trails through the dirt that coated his skin. He tried swallowing the lump in his throat and tried his best to rest for the night.

Author's Note

Sorry that my chapters are so short :/

Chapter 3

Out in the field was the teenage dragon-blooded slave working on raking out the soil as the family waved goodbye to his master. He was going into town for awhile to get some things they were running out on. The slave stopped working and watched as his master rode away on a pony who sold their life to being a regular horse.

"Bye bye, Dad!" The youngest of the family squeaked. Her voice had a tendency to be very high pitched and squeaky at times as she bounced up and down making her pink and purple curls bounce as well. She waved to her father smiling. "Bye! Come home soon!" She giggled and kept her hand high in the air until the father was out of sight.

"Come along now, Dear. You must get washed up before dinner." The little girls mother ordered as she lightly pushed the pink and purple curled haired girl along into the cabin. "You too young lady." The woman's voice sounded as she turned back to the oldest daughter who was staring right at the dragon. The boy tried his best to not eavesdrop on the family.

After a pause the 18 year old daughter replied, "Coming mother." Her voice was soft spoken and elegant as she turned away from the slave and hurried inside. The dragon teen watched her hurry inside and went back to work on the fields. It was a little passed sun down when he finished on the soil. He had one last job to do before he could retire for the night, so he wasn't to upset about it especially since it was just sweeping the porch.

The dragon-kin picked up the broom that was laid under the window outside of the cabin. The teen took his time sweeping off every little speck of dirt of off the wooden porch; he was cautious to do the job right so he wouldn't get whipped again. Ever since that day he made sure to do everything perfect and to get the job done right and on time. The 16 year old sighed as he put the broom back and headed back to his shed.

He was glad the day was over and that he could rest finally. With all of the hard work he was doing the stress was starting to get to him. His muscles ached and his hands shook slightly. Taking deep breathes he slowly and carefully removed of the rough cloth trying his best to avoid the cuts. The wounds on his back were still fresh and stung at the moving of his rough clothed shirt. The dragon boy laid down in his now usual arrangement which was on his stomach with his arm hanging off of the so called bed. He groaned and laid his head down on his folded shirt which he had placed as a pillow earlier. He closed his eyes as he quickly drifted off to sleep.

Knock knock knock!

The slave slowly opened his eyes wondering why he was being awoken. He looked out the little window by the door and say that the moon was just rising. Why was someone needed him when it was night? The dragon-blood got up and opened the door to the shed not expecting what he saw.

"Would you like to sleep inside tonight? My father isn't home and well. . .it's going to get cold tonight, and I don't want you to freeze." The curly purple haired girl stood at the door smiling with her hands folded over her dress. The dragon couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was she really asking him this? The teen stood there for a little making his decision before nodding slowly. The older teen smiled and grabbed the slaves hand leading him to the cabin.

When they entered the house the mistress was looking out the window making sure her husband wasn't going to come home anytime soon. In the middle of the room where they were all placed there was a wooden tub filled with luke warm water. The mistress turned her head to see both teens standing in the sitting room by the door. She pointed at the slave, "Get him undressed and give the poor boy a bath." Her daughter nodded and turned to the dragon-blooded teen.

"Can you undress yourself or do you need help?" She asked raising a hand a bit towards to the dragon. The teen blushed and frowned. He quickly started getting undressed to show that he could though he felt a bit insulted in having someone think a teenager didn't know how to remove his clothing. The boys face was reddening as he covered his lower regions with his hands. The older teenage girl put her hand on his shoulder and nodded towards the tub silently telling him to get in. He did as he was told and stepped into the wooded tub of warm water. It burned a bit on his wounds but not as badly as when the master through that salt water on his back.

He settled down into the water a bit as the warmth relaxed his tense muscles. He watched as the mistress and her daughter rolled up their sleeves and grabbed some soap. They turned toward him and the mistress smiled. "Don't you worry child we are just going to get you cleaned up. We will not have a dirty boy sitting at our dinner table." She walked toward the tub holding a cloth and the soap giving a reassuring smile. The teenage dragon retreated to the other side of the tub looking up at the women confused and a bit scared.

"Foot." The purple haired 18 year old smiled at him and held out her hand with a soapy cloth in the other. The slave slowly lifted his foot up to the girl. She giggled a bit and lightly grabbed his ankle and rubbed the cloth over the dirt covered sole. The dragon bit his lip showing his fangs a bit and he suppressed a bit of laughter.

"Hold your breath, dear." He looked up to see the mistress looking down at him with a small bucket filled with soapy water. He did as he was told and closed his eyes tightly as the freezing cold water rushed over his head. When the water stopped pouring he removed his hands from the water in the tub and wiped his eyes clear of the soapy water making sure when he opened them the soap wouldn't get in and burn them. He took in a breath and felt delicate hands massaging his scalp working the soap through his spiky hair. The two women washed and rinsed and cleaned off every spec of dirt on his body. They cleaned every curve of his body and scrubbed him till he was completely clean. The mistress left to get a drying cloth as the other teenager helped the dragon-blood out of the tub.

They wrapped him up in the cloth and made sure to dry him completely minus his hair which would have to air dry. The mistress got him new clean clothing to wear. The dragon-kin looked himself over. His wounds were cleaned properly and bandaged and he was clean with new clothing. He bit his bottom lip holding back tears they were being so nice to him, but why? He felt a small tug on the corners of his mouth as the tears came. He started grinning from ear to ear and he cried. He was so happy for their generosity and their kindness. The mistress and her daughter smiled as the mistress walked over to the boy and wrapper her arms around him pulling him into a hug. This only made him cry harder into her shoulder as he hugged her back holding onto the back of her dress. "Shh its alright. Its okay." She stroked his dripping hair as she tried to calm him down her other hand was on his back making small circles. The mistress hummed softly as she calmed down the dragon-blooded guest.

Author's Note

Hazzah! This kindness shall be rewarded! :D

Chapter 4

The boy looked up at her with tears still streaming down his face. His smile was still wide as ever showing off his sharp fangs. The mistress smiled back down at him before leading him over to the eating table. He gave a confused look when she pushed him down into a chair. The table in front of him was quite a sight to see. It was covered in different sorts of food with a vast variety. The teen couldn't help but gawk at the sight in front of him as he felt his mouth starting to water. It had been quite some time since his last official meal, and just from the display of food his stomach ached for it. He could feel a small sensation spreading though his body and he did his best to ignore the pulling at his conscious telling him to take it all. He looked up at the two women standing beside him.

He paused for a second before speaking, "Aren't you gunna eat too?" His voice was small and cracked a bit as he spoke. Which was a bit natural seeing as he hasn't spoken aloud in awhile.

The girl with the curled purple hair smiled down at him. "No darling we already ate. Its all yours." Her smile was so sweet and her eyes sparkled with the utmost delicacy as she batted her eyelashes. He lightly smiled back at her before turning back towards the table.

His stomach growled as he reached for one of the rolls sitting on a plate. Taking a small sniff of the honey glazed bread he stuffed it into his mouth along with another. Swallowing he grabbed at the other delectable items on the table and quickly ate them. After some time of snorting down food he slowed his pace taking small bites out of a fire cooked potato. It was salted and nothing like he had ever eaten before. The pony-bloods food was quite different and not very rich in flavor, but from a few months of being on the brink of starving it was delicious. After finishing his meal he took the small cup and drank the water from it making sure not to leave any left.

"Are you done?" The white unicorn horned girl asked as the boy leaned back in his seat. He nodded and stood up from the table pushing in his chair then grabbing some plates to take to the washing dish. Before he could get there though a blue aurora formed around the plates and levitated. "Don't worry about it, darling. We'll take care of it." The girl smiled at him and grabbed the plates from her magical grasp.

The dragon boy looked confused as he shook his head. Why were they treating him like this? Not that he didn't mind, but it wasn't right. If anyone were to find out about it they would be arrested,or worse even killed. Ponies weren't supposed to be nice or help dragon-bloods, so why were they? "I-I can clean up it's fine..." He took a tentative step towards.

"No no darling we've got it. You just relax." The violet haired girl raised a hand and smiled behind it before continuing to clean up. The teenager just stood there watching on. Both the mistress and her daughter were cleaning up his mess. It didn't feel right. He rung his hands together and waited patiently for them to finish cleaning up. The mistresses daughter turned toward him after rinsing off the last dish.

"Alright you two time for bed." The mistress smiled at the two teens after clapping her hands together. "Since we don't have any extra rooms you have to stay with my daughter if that's alright with you." The green headed boy nodded. "Good. Now go get in bed my husband will be home tomorrow, but I couldn't tell you what time. You'll just have to be out of the house at dawn." She finished before nodding them off.

"Come on." The unicorn grabbed the slaves hand and led him upstairs. The dragon-kins face felt a bit warm as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Her skin was so soft against his stronger more rough skin. He enjoyed the feeling of her hand in his. He could feel his heart beat faster than usual.

Once upstairs she lead him into her room. Taking a quick look around he could see a small shelf with a few books on them, a bed, and a small closet. It wasn't anything fancy for a dragon-blood, but it was somewhat higher class for ponies. "Well this is it." She spun around to face him and shrugged with her hands. "Nothing special really." She looked around a bit before stopping her gaze at her book shelf. Turning back towards the boy she asked, "Do you know how to read and write in our language?" The teen put a hand on his chin and thought for a bit before silently shaking his head. "Would you like me to teach you?" He nodded lightly smiling.

She went over and grabbed her dictionary. It was required for every family to have one in their household. She sat down on the floor by her bed and patted the spot next to her for the slave to sit down. He accepted the offer and sat next to her. "So you don't seem to have a problem to speak in my language have you been taught this before?"

"No, I just pick up on things easily." He stated quietly.

The girl nodded. "Could you say that in your language?"

The boy thought for a second before speaking louder and more confidently, "Neik, Ik jukstek paykokay uaxpay eikn tekhashikngeks ukahsikly."

The girl stared at him for a second. "Wow..." she laughed awkwardly a bit, "That sounds quite complex."

He shrugged casually before speaking in his dragonic language again, "Neiktek ahs dayikoffikuaxltek ahs yeikuax tekhashikkokay."

"And what does that mean?" She legitimately seemed interested in it now.

He thought for a little before saying, "Not as difficult as you think."

She smiled brightly and giggled a bit. "Well it is for me." She looked down at the book in her lap. "Now where were we? Ah yes." She handed the boy the dictionary and stood up walking over to the small desk by her shelf grabbing some paper along with a quill and ink. She turned toward the dragon-blood. "Ready for some learning?" In response he smiled awkwardly and he was truthfully a bit concerned.

Author's Note

Dragonic language is something I made up while writing this chapter. If you would like to use my made up language here it is

A- ah
B- bok (Bow-k)
C- ko
D- day
E- uk (ook)
F- off (Oh-ff)
G- gek
H- hash (hah-shh)
I- ik (eek)
J- juk (shu-k)
K- kay
L- l
M- mn
N- n
O- eik (eh-k)
P- pay
Q- ku (ck-u)
R- ru (roo)
S- s
T- tek
U- uax (oo-eh--x)
V- va (vay)
W- dobva (doo-buh-vay)
Y- y
Z- zek

Chapter 5

After a few hours of brain numbing lessons he finally got the hang of it. "So, are we done now?" He looked up from the dictionary and the pile of notes in his lap to the girl sitting next to him. She nodded while smiling feeling proud of her accomplishment. The teen stood up grabbing the scraps of paper and the dictionary off his lap and laid them down on her desk.

"Now that you can speak properly come sit." She patted the spot next to her still smiling. He did as he was told sitting down next to her and crossing his legs. "So.....uhm" Her eyebrows knit as she looked at him frowning. "I'm so sorry, but what is your name?"

"Oh..right." He sat up a bit. "Well in my language it would be Spayikkayuk, and in yours I guess it would be..." He thought for a little bit making out the letters in his head. "Spike. My name would be Spike." He nodded slowly processing it over. "Yeah." A soft smile came over his lips.

"Interesting." She smiled sweetly at him. Man, he loved that smile. Something about it just made him feel warm inside like he was home again. His smile slowly faded just thinking about his home back in the Dragon Kingdom.

"What's your name?" He desperately tried to get his mind off of the memory that clung to his mind making his heart ache.

"Hmm? Oh yes of course. My name is Rarity." Rarity put a hand on her chest and smiled proudly. The slave smiled back. Man, she was gorgeous. Her sapphire blue eyes, her long luscious bouncy purple hair, her sweet smile, just everything about her was perfect.

"It suits you." Spike blushed a little. Why did he just say that? Why was he feeling like this?

Rarity's eyes widened a bit as her face turned a bright red. "O-oh well th-thank you." She pulled her hair behind her ear and smiled shyly. Spike's smile widened. She was so cute. He was unaware that we was slowly moving closer to her. She was so beautiful, so hypnotic.

Rarity watched as Spike moved closer to her and her blush became darker. Was he intentionally doing this? She couldn't help but move a bit closer as well. His eyes were a beautiful emerald green, and the way the moon shone on them made them irresistible.

Spike leaded closer to Rarity's face as she did to his. She smelled so good. He took in her sent and looked into her half lidded eyes. They both leaded in to each other slowly and, now they were mere centimeters away now as their noses lightly touched. The sudden contact made both Rarity and Spike pull back quickly.

The unicorn played with her hair as she looked around the room nervously, and Spike awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

"S-sorry about that. I was just um.."

"Oh! It's fine don't worry about it." Rarity cut the other off. They were both fell silent. Occasionally outside they could hear crickets chirp and maybe an owl hoo.

Rarity was the first to break the silence, "Do you like it here?" She asked a cautiously.

Spike looked up at the pony-blood. "W-well I guess. I mean I like it here right now. Though I would much rather be back home...." The slave fell silent after that one little word. He hoped it meant the same thing in her language as it did his. Back home he didn't have to get up every morning just to be whipped and punished for nothing. Back home he was happy and safe.

The dragon bit his lip and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "Darling, are you alright?" He could hear the mistresses daughter ask worried. He was about to nod his head to say he was, but he stopped. He wasn't alright if anything he was far from just okay.

"No." He shook his head. "I'm not alright. I hate this!" The slave yelled. "I hate having to be here. I hate it here!" He growled deep in his throat as he bared his fangs. Rarity was taken by surprise as she jumped back a little. She would be lying if she said she wasn't frightened by the view of the dragon-blood in front of her.

"The second I see that snobby spoiled Princess Celestia I'm gunna wring her neck!" His growling became suddenly louder as tears began to stream down his cheeks. He dug his clawed fingers into the wood floor as he began to sob. He bent over his knees and put his head on the floor tears still streaming down his face. His claws eventually loosened and he let go of the floor. Spike wrapped his arms around himself in a hug.

"...Spike...?" Rarity felt helpless as she watched the slave hold himself and sob. "What happened?" She wondered as she lightly placed her hand on the teens back. He shot up straight staring at her with bloodshot eyes.

"Don't do that." He said sternly rolling his shoulders. He sighed, "..I'm sorry I freaked out at you. I shouldn't have. You've done nothing to deserve it." He frowned at his own actions.

"Oh, it's fine sweetie don't worry about it." She gentle squeezed his shoulder. "Now if you don't mind me asking why do you want to harm the Princess?" Rarity quieted her voice as she spoke. If word that someone wanted to hurt or kill the ruler of this land got out they would be in deeper trouble than they already were.

The dragon teen situated himself so he was directly staring the unicorn in the face. His emerald eyes were hard and hatred shown in them. "She killed my father, the king of the Dragon Kingdom, right in front of my and my brother. We did anything we could to heal him, but it was already to late." Spike paused a moment to try not to cry again. "I watched as she shot a magic blast through his heart, and then tore his fire jewel out of his throat. How could I not want to kill her?" The dragon scowled.

"You said your father was the king correct?" Rarity was trying not to picture the gruesome image the other just explained to her.

"Yes. My family is dragonic royalty. My mother is royal by blood and my father married into royalty by her. My only sister is the oldest child in my family and she is the princess. My oldest brother had a twin but he died of a rare fire jewel disease. My brother is also a prince. But me..." He paused smiling at the others reaction so far. "I was destined to be the next Dragon King. My blood is royal and when I find my life mate and mate with them I will get my wings." He said proudly, but then frowned. "But since there is no Kingdom anymore and my people are slaves I wont be a king, and I wont get a life mate, and I will most likely not get my wings."

Rarity frowned, "How would your people address you? As king or prince?"

"Prince until I get my wings. Once I get my wings I would have to compete against my father..." He stopped for a second before continuing. "If I win higher dominance than I take the thrown and I become king, but if I don't he would still be king and I would have to try again the next year."

"How does one get a..uh..higher dominance?" The whole thing was still confusing to Rarity.

"W-well...uh" The dragon rubbed the back of his neck as a blush formed on his face. "Um...to gain higher dominance you have to..uh. How do i put this?" He was stuttering a bit with his words. "Sex." He finally said after some mumbling to himself. He saw as the other raised her dainty purple eyebrow. He cleared his throat. Why was this so hard to talk about to a pony-blood? "Well whoever is the first to um..." His face turned beat red as he finished his sentence, "whoever is the first to uh...cum is less dominant than the other." He quickly finished.

Rarity was taken aback at that statement. "So what your saying is you have to have sex with you father and if you uh 'finish' first you are less dominant and would stay prince another year?" Spike nodded shyly. His cheeks was still burning. "Isn't that like incest or something?"

Now it was Spike's turn to be confused. "What's that?" He knit his eyebrows together.

"Well obviously our cultures vary and you might not know this, but having sexual acts with relatives is called incest." Rarity laughed nervously.

"No I think you are mistaken. It's dominance. Simple as that. Nothing weird about it." Spike could tell that Rarity was against the idea of what she called 'incest', but he saw nothing wrong with it.

Rarity put her hands up in defense, "Just like I said cultures vary." She smiled at him, and he instantly became hypnotized again. Stupid dragon hormones! Why did he have to feel this way just because he is alone with a girl.

"So.." He tried to change the subject. "How is your dress all poofy like that?" He pointed at her blue and yellow skirt.

"Oh?" She looked down at it.

"Girls in the Dragon Kingdom usually wear skin tight clothes, but I've noticed here it's not like that." Spike pointed out.

"Yup." The unicorn-blood stood up and lifted her skirt to knee height showing off her slim legs. Spike tried to hide his blush. "See? There is what we ponies call a hoop. It goes under a ladies dress to make it more full." The cage around her was metal and looked a bit uncomfortable. but her legs were smooth looking. He just wanted to run his tongue up them and- he shook the thought from his mind.

I have got to stop thinking like that. He mentally slapped himself for thinking such inappropriate thoughts. He watched as Rarity sat back down. She smiled at him. That beautiful smile that he couldn't get enough of.