Author's Note

SORRY FOR THE WAIT!

I have added another story I want you all to read and review.-My nature or my choice?
I understand that I have writing issues, I'm trying. It's not easy when writing FOUR other stories.
Plus, I plan on leaving the errors. It helps me see my own improvement over time.

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In the Everfree forest there was a hut. Inside the hut was a zebra. The zebra was busy with her work. Using magic not even the Unicorns were familiar with.

With potions instead of spells, she mixed her cauldron. Inside was the image of a dragon, one with purple and green scales. A second image formed, one of a female dragon, it faded as soon as it arrived.

It was enough for the zebra.

Zecora was using the magic to keep an eye on Spike. She felt that she had a duty to him. It was her that gave him the necklace.

It was a foolish thing for her to do. To give a scared child a magical object in a time of confusion! One that pushed back his very nature for the sake of acceptance. It was a foolish thing indeed.

Now she was watching the outcome, the magic had reached it's limit.

"I must make hast." She stated "I have not a time to waste."

With nothing more than her cloak, she made her way to the beast.

Spike watched as the final piece of the necklace fell. As it did, he felt the magic leave with it, along with his control.

It didn't all go at once, he felt the last bit of magic held in the necklace's chain.

The pain returned. It was as strong as ever, it forced him into a convulsing fetal position. It started all along his back before covering his body, but mostly his back. He understood exactly what was happening. His body was fighting against the last bit of magic the necklace had.

"Spike." Pinkie spoke. "Are you okey dokey?"

The beast looked at her. Part of it recognized her as a friend. Another recognized her as meat. The last part recognized her as a pony that humiliated him.

Pony, he hated ponies!

Except one, there was one pony that he wanted. The one that was and would always be the top gem of his hoard. Rarity.

The thought eased the pain in his body, only slightly. There was a sudden surge of energy that moved through his being. The power of greed was helping his body fight the zebra magic.

He reached for the necklace only to pause.

Should I remove the necklace?

Of course you should! A darker part answered Be free!

But ponies might be hurt!

Not might, they will!

The two struggled for control.

Spike was zoned out in his mind, but his body was all instinct. It had the craving all beasts shared, hunger.

He hadn't attacked any pony. Why, because he was too distracted to do so. Even with the pain of hunger in his stomach, there was something just as annoying.
-BUZZ

It was the buzzing sound. He had been hearing it all day. Not even the pain hunger or the transformation could drown it out.

"Spike, don't you hear her calling?!" Zecora shouted to the beast "Will you leave her in longing?!

"The buzzing!" He rasped."Make it stop!"

"I can not." Zecora sighed "But she can do a lot."

Spike looked at the zebra before him. Something told him he should eat her, at least part of his problems would be solved. He decided not to listen to his instinct.

He turned away and walked. The walking soon turning into running. The running gave way into sprinting on all fours.

He didn't need directions, instinct told him where to go.

Spike made it to a stream, the one in his former haven.

He could see the female dragon in it. She was calmly washing herself with a relaxed sigh.

He watched the dragoness before him. She was the one who stole his territory, beat him and then spared him.

He could see her muscles rippling underneath her scaled body. She was obviously more powerful and experienced then he was.

It made him wonder why he thought he could claim her the first time. Or why a voice was telling him to try again.

"I know you're there mammal." She suddenly spoke.

Spike looked around, trying to find the mammal. All he saw were bushes and her.

"You." She spoke "The one that wears scales."

"I'm not a mammal." Spike spoke "I'm a dra-"

"YOU ARE NO DRAGON!" She roared, never looking at him. "You may mascaraed as one, but you're just a scared, toothless worm."

"You're right, I'm scared." Spike's mind was starting to go fuzzy the longer he talked to her. "I'm scared of you, of my kind."

She turned to look at Spike "You fear me?"

"Yes."

"You should." She stated "I could crush you like an egg."

"I'm not afraid of dying." Spike stated.

After living with the Element of Magic, he learned how dangerous magic could be. It became even worse when he, even rarely, got caught up in their adventures. It wasn't all sunshine, you had to cope.

Or break it.

No!

Being near her wasn't helping him gain control, he was losing it! He was beginning to lose the little control he had!

Spike felt it, the moment he lost control. A burning wind through his very being. Suddenly he got the taste of it again, back before his pony half took control.

Back with his greed.

That cocky swagger. That total confidence. That stupid, blind arrogance. That sense of being totally in control of his life, his destiny.

To be indestructible.

"What are you afraid of?" She asked.

He answered, an answer both sides of him agreed on.

"Loss of control!" He roared.

Spike gave no warning for his next action. He had no reason for it either, minus his own personal feelings.

He attacked.

Spike lunged at the female dragon with all his might. She raised a claw and knocked him backwards with a single swipe. Luckily, he landed on his feet.

Even in his feral state, Spike could see their size difference. It was roughly the same as putting Applebloom against Bigmac, minus the claws.

That didn't deter him in the slightest.

"Loss of something you never had." She scoffed. "Ridiculous."

Spike said nothing, he just roared.

His cheeks inflated as he began building his fire. In a single breath, he released two balls of fire. The dragoness simply took the fireballs without batting an eye.

She began moving towards Spike at a speed something her size shouldn't manage. With an outstretched claw, she grabbed Spike by his neck and continued charging.

With her new momentum, she threw the younger dragon through a tree.

Spike raised himself and shook his head. Even his armored hide couldn't take blows like this and not feel them.

He saw the tree that he knocked over and smiled. With his new strength, he hefted it high over his head. With great aim, he sent the tree hurtling at the dragoness.

She swatted it away with a single flap of her wing.

Only to see Spike himself flying behind it. He had took the distraction to lung at her.

Only to be caught by in her tail iron grip.

"ENOUGH!" She roared.

She held him down with her tail and raised both her claws high over head. Without the slightest bit of restraint, she brought her powerful arms down onto him.

Spike body rattled under her might. The very ground cracked and caved under the pressure.

And Spike knew no more.

"Ugh, what happened?" Spike asked himself as he awoke. His entire body was wracked with pain.

"You attacked me." A voice answered.

Like a bad nightmare, everything came back to him. The argument, his loss of control, the fight.

Spike was up onto his feet in no time and turned to the dragoness.

She was laying on her belly, in a relaxed manner. Only a single and lazy eye was on Spike.

"Don't bother trying to fight." She spoke. "I am beyond you."

Spike knew it was true, she had proven it to him twice. She was bigger, stronger and more experienced then he was.

But it didn't mean he would just give in.

"Will you...leave me alone?" He asked.

"When you do the same to me." She replied.

Spike was confused at her statement until he took a look at himself. He was on all fours like an animal, watching and ready to pounce. His body was tensed and even his useless wings were flared. He was shocked to hear himself releasing a deep growl from within. There was also the sight of his flames flashing in his mouth.

Slowly, he relaxed his body.

"Better." She stated.

"Why?" He asked. "Why didn't you kill me?"

"Come with me." She ordered.

Spike followed the dragoness, making sure to stay a certain distance away. He followed her into her cave.

As soon as he stepped in, he felt off. He could feel the entire place tell him that it belonged to another.

He could also feel her hoard.

"Do you see that there?" She asked, breaking his trance.

Spike looked towards the direction she was aiming. There was a spot, separate from the gems and crystals.

A pedestal.

On it was a giant rock. It was a smooth oval without any kind of visible flaw. It was purple, the same specific shade as Spike was. It had green spots covering it, also the same color as Spike.

"What is it?" Spike asked.

The dragoness continued staring at the pedestal before answering.

"It's my son." She spoke softly. "My son that will never be."

Now Spike understood what he was seeing. It wasn't a rock at all, it was an egg.

"Time has turned it to stone." She stated. "And me as well."

An egg to a dragon, male or female, was the most important thing. It was more valued to them than even a thousand hoards. To lose it was to lose a part of themselves.

"W-what do you want from me?" He asked, fearing the answer.

"Hear my cry, my eyes are burning and my heart is ice." She suddenly spoke. "My time is full of sorrow and emptiness." She moved to Spike and looked him in the eyes "Hear my cry, cool my eyes and warm my heart." She began nuzzling him. "Let me feel again."

Spike pulled away from the dragoness. Now finally understood! He understood why she was wasting so much time on him. Why she had showed him the things she did.

And he couldn't handle it. Spike wasn't able to process it all, so he ran out of the cave.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

Spike hadn't made it far, he actually hadn't made it further then the spot of his beating. His body was still racking with pain to go far.

"I-I can't." He spoke. "I'm not like you, I'm not strong."

She stared at the dragoness in silence before s

"Do you know why I chose you?" She asked "Out of every other dragon, I chose a pony-born."

"No."

"Inside, you are practically a blank slate." She explained. "I think you have that blaze, that's why I need you." She spoke "I'll give you anything you want, eventually I'll give you everything."

"It's too late." Spike spoke as his mind began to blur "The greed it taking control." It was "Just let me go, let me die!"

Just like the time before, Spike's body began expanding. Spike could no longer hold himself back.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

As Spike grew, so did she. Her body reached a size Spike had never in the time of a single second. None of the dragons, even his greed form, were as large as she was. Her body was equal to the size of a Ursa Major.

She grabbed the growing Spike in her claws.

And squeezed.

Spike couldn't see anything anymore. All he could feel was her powerful grip, compressing his body. Her unbreakable grip, constricting the inside and out of his body.

In moments, he couldn't feel the pain. All he felt was a cold numbness. His mind faded in and out.

I might die this time. Spike thought.

The horrible realization caused Spike to panic.

He tried to move a part of himself. His limbs, his tail, a wing, anything.

It didn't work. Nothing seemed to work anymore.

As Spike felt fear in his upcoming end, he felt a second emotion. It was pure and undiluted resentment, at the dragoness, the ponies and even himself.

If only I wasn't so weak! He thought. Maybe If I had been raised by dragons...

It was because of the ponies that he was stunted. It was because of Her that he now saw what was blocking him. Not just the ponies, it was also himself.

It didn't matter if he stayed or left.

Even if I escaped, I would just be trapped in an endless cycle of taking. He would have been a wild animal, controlled by hid greed.

Spike felt a little relieved at the thought. At least this way, he would be aware of himself.

"I'm sorry." Spike spoke though her grip. "I wish I was whatever you were hoping for. But I'm not, I'm just walking greed." He stated in disgust "The only thing I want, that Spike wants, is to be a real dragon like you." He spoke in admiration "To be strong, so I don't have to be afraid of myself."

He never noticed that the squeezing had stopped until her palm opened and Spike saw her.

"Then I'll make it happen."

She opened her mouth and unleashed a unforgiving flame onto him. It wasn't like other dragons' fire. It was more like Spike's only violet in color.

Magic.

When Spike opened his eyes, he saw her.

There bodies were back to normal. She was the size of their first encounter, and he was the size of a baby dragon.

"You are born again." She spoke "A baptism by fire if you will."

There was no longer any uncontrollable urges to steal and eat. Spike felt it in his body, she had burnt the greed from his veins.

"T-thank you." He weakly spoke.

His body may have been cleansed of greed, but so was his energy. He was passed the point of running on fumes. He felt like he would collapse any second.

"No, thank you my Spike." She spoke "Thank you, my son."

"No." He spoke firmly, pushing his exhaustion away.

"W-what?" She asked, shocked and hurt.

"Not Spike, p-pony name." He spoke "Need...d-dragon name."

She smiled warmly at him, he returned it.

"I understand." She spoke "Sleep my Viridi Ignis." She named "Sleep, my Greenfire."

He was no longer Spike, pony raised dragon, hatched by Twilight Sparkle. He was now Viridi Ignis, he was Green fire, a dragon.

"G'night." He returned. "Mom."