Spike's Later Rageby DiscordismysexslaveChaptersSpike's Later RageDays Of PeaceChangeling Demonic Spike's Later RageI 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. Author's Note Second Fanfiction. I don't know how to end this, so if there are any suggestions... Suggest! Days Of PeaceI stared daggers at Twilight. "Please." She begged, "Why should I?" I demanded, "Because I love you." "Bullshit. Why?" "Spike, I do-" "Fuck off with that. What will happen to me and to Equestria?" "Well, you will be hunted for the rest of your life, and you will only stop being hunted when you die. And, I'm an element of harmony, so without me Equestria is left without it's main defence." "These are all good reasons..." I muttered to myself. "Twilight!" I heard behind me. Ugh. Flash Sentry really just HAD to turn up right then, didn't he? Without taking my eyes off Twilight I reached behind me, grabbed Flash by the wings and snapped them, so he could no longer fly. He yelped out in pain, "My wings!" He gasped, but I didn't care. I simply reached over the side of the mountain and let go, and let him plummet to his death. Twilight was probably going through a shit tonne of emotions right then, but I could not care less. In fact I was rather happy that he was gone. It was probably for the best, anyway. Flash Sentry seemed like the kind of person who took gym class too seriously. "Spike..." "I. am. not. SPIKE!!" I yelled at her, "Now. What you're going to do," I snarled, "Is you're going to say that was an accident, and you're going to let me live and be your protector. If you don't you will be incinerated before you can cast one of your fancy spells, understood?" "I will never let you get away with that." She whispered, "I loved him." "I thought you love me?" "Different type of love." "Of course. You love me because you're afraid I'll kill you, but you loved him because you loved taking him 14 inches deep." "No, no! I love you because I've known you since the day you hatched, and raised you as my own. To me, you are not Novakihll the defiler, capable of killing royal captains on the spot. To me you are Spike, barely capable of making a gemstone cake without eating all the gems before the dough is made." I slammed her against the mountain again, "If I was that incapable, how would I be a protector of an entire empire?" "Because you are grown up now, but what I mean to say is that our times together are golden, and we shouldn't let them go." I narrowed my eyes at her. She was good with words, I'll give her that. I let out a tremendous roar, and let her go. As I landed at the base to inspect the damage done to Flash, I realized just how how we were. I had never really worried about heights since I had gained the ability to fly. The drop sure did a number on him. First off, his wings, which I had personally broken. One of them was so bent out of place when I snapped them that when he hit the ground the impact actually snapped it off. He was lying in a massive pool of his own blood. His neck was snapped so badly that the bone was sticking through the skin on his neck, staining his orange fur red. All his legs were either broken or fractured. His blue mane was limp and wet with blood. He was most definitely dead. Happy days. "Sorry about that." I said when I arrived back at our arranged meeting spot (I couldn't exactly fit inside the library anymore) "It's fine." She replied curtly, "just don't mention it. Ever." "That sounds fine. So, are the royal legion going to be after me now?" "I've told them to drop all charges." "What?" I asked, "When? And how?" "I teleported to where my dear brother is and told him to tell the soldiers not to come after you." "And he just agreed?" "...Yeah." "Lovely." I said in surprise. "So what are you going to do now?" She asked. "Go back to my parents, make up some lie about going to live on my own. By the time they find out that you're still alive it'll be too late." "Go then." Twilight commanded. "You don't tell me what to do like that anymore." I reminded her, as I flew off. "Mother, I'm home!" I said when I strutted through the doors of the palace. No one responded, "Hello?" I called out, "Anyone in?" I walked into the throne room and was met with a surprise when my fathers thick tail stuck me across the side of the head. "You failed!" He thundered. I got up just in time to fly above the flame he was spewing at me. What the fuck? How did he know? That didn't matter. My father just engaged me in a death battle. You may not know this, but in the dragon world when a dragon blows his flame at another dragon a death battle is engaged, and it does not end until one of the dragons is no longer breathing. Unfortunately for him, my flame was massively superior to his, as I'd just taken flame enhancing drugs. I hovered above him, my mighty wings beating, causing all the gold in the room to fly about. I threw my flame at him from above, but my father was strong, and managed to survive the blast. I landed next to him and started to use my claw to choke him to death. My mother screamed and ran towards us, but I just turned to her, not letting go of my father, and roasted her with my flame. Soon enough my father went limp as well. I let go of his neck, and slowly backed away. I'd just killed my own parents. Now I was the true dragon lord of the south. But I was also protector of Twilight's future empire. How was I going to juggle those two jobs? Oh well, I'll think of that later. At least now I didn't have to worry about them finding me, and executing me for being a traitor. In many ways this was a good thing. In fact, it was a great thing. I could now unite dragons and ponies into a state of harmony. No longer would we have to fight each other. We could help defend Equestria against it's great foes, side by side with the the ponies. There was no doubt about it: I had brought about a golden age. "How'd it go?" Twilight asked when I met up with her again. I paused and thought of the answer she would give me if she were in my situation. Something annoyingly vague... "There were... Mixed results." I said, "But one good thing came out of it." "What is that?" She enquired. I stopped and looked at Equestria from atop the mountain we were standing on. It was a tall mountain. I could see Ponyville vividly, and Canterlot as a misty haze. I looked west towards Appleloosa, and then east towards Manehatten and Fillydelphia, and finally far off to the north towards The Crystal Empire. All of these places had dragon kingdoms near to them. "No longer will dragons and ponies have to live in fear of each other. From this day forth dragons and ponies will be allies, and Equestria will be in even more peace than it was. I, Novakihll, Lord of the Dragons, hereby pronounce the harmony between dragons and ponies. Today is the day to rejoice!" "Oh, Spike." Twilight cheered, "I'm so proud of you!" I remember that day. It was a swell one to say the least. How I miss those days. They were a much simpler time. Now, I have to come back to the present, where I hold Princess Twilight Sparkles corpse in my claws. Author's Note Well, you guys requested, and I hope I didn't dissapoint! Apologies in advance if the final part doesn't come out for quite some time... Changeling Demonic Changeling Demonic I should probably explain, so let’s rewind. Twilight was given an entirely new nation to rule. The setting doesn’t have much to do with this particular story, however, so I’ll summarise. One day Twilight and a bunch of random ponies got on a fleet of boats and they found a new landmass, so Celestia was like ‘that’ll do. Twilight rule that’ so here we are. When we first arrived here, we settled in a quaint Lakeland area, surrounded by grassy mountains. This was where we founded New Equestria. “How original.” I told Twilight when she first announced the name. “You got a better idea?” She retorted. “How about ‘Fatherland’?” I’d said, as a random collection of letters I spewed out of my mouth so as to not sound stupid. “Yeah, no.” She laughed. “Whatever. New Equestria it is.” I sighed, “I’m gonna find a nice mountain. Somewhere with a view.” “Good idea.” She agreed, “And preferably someplace high, so you can see all around.” “Hence ‘with a view’” I rolled my eyes. “Just do it.” She grinned, laughing inside at her own silliness. So off I flew. I found a nice vantage point, the summit of a particularly high volcano. I’d agreed previously with Twilight that I could have a hoard, just so long as I didn’t take from any New Equestrian settlements. About sixty years living on this mountain, and my hoard had grown rather spectacular. There were a few other dragons in the area, but they didn’t live in clans like the dragons back in (old) Equestria did. I’d tried chatting up some of the attractive female ones, but they were very cut to the chase and as soon as I made a move they immediately presented their vaginas. That really turned me off, so I kind of backed off, which didn’t seem to matter to them. Odd. However, occasionally I did a little bit of a prank on these horny bitches. I would silently creep up to their cave while they were asleep. Then, I would surprise penetrate. Only, like, four minded. I rarely interacted with the ponies, mainly because I’m a huge-ass fucking dragon that could burn them to an ember like ‘that’, but partly because I spent the last twenty five years not interacting with them, so I didn’t really know how to talk to them any more. I didn’t really mind, though. Solitude suited me. I never really talked to the other dragons either, except for my pussy of a dealer and Filiakath. But I digress. About 60 years after migrating to New Equestria I found who had inhabited it previously. I flew further out than I normally did for a raid. I found myself soaring over a barren land of black rock, littered with deep and dark caves. The land puzzled me, and I almost left thinking no one lived here, but I investigated a cave none the less. At first it seemed unpopulated. I let off some fire just to check, and if the blue glint hadn’t caught my eye I probably would have left. I flew up close, but the gloom made it hard to make out. I squinted my eyes and blew a small breath of fire, so it caught alight a little. I honestly didn’t care what lived or died anymore. That was when it let out a dreadful shriek, giving me complete awareness to the entire hive of Changelings. I took a step back, before they all spazzed out and I was forced to incinerate all of them. I heaved out a massive fireball, setting about fifty or sixty alight, but there was still around a hundred left. They all started firing harmful bolts of magic at me at once, and I had to shield my self behind a wing, all the while breathing fire at them. After most of them were charred corpses. It was then that a particularly large male one, who I presumed to be their leader, stopped them, and called a request of ceasefire. “Mighty dragon!” He shouted, “I am King Konsestist of the Changelings, successor to the throne after the shame of Chrysalis. What do you require?” “I require all your gold, gems, jewels, and the like.” I replied. “We shall comply,” He said after a great deal of thinking and consulting, “for now.” He added. I grinned sadistically growled, “Excellent.” After some grumbling and bustling they eventually piled a great deal of gold coins, cups, plates and general crockery as well as precious stones into the leather bag I brought specifically for this purpose. As I turned and thumped towards the cave entrance King Konsestist shouted to me again, “Before you leave, oh tremendous one, might we know you name?” I stopped and turned, before standing on my hind legs and spreading my vast wings, “I am Novakihll the Protector, patron of the New Equestrians.” At this the King’s mouth dropped and he quickly turned and muttered something to his assistant, but I flew off before he could say anything more. As I flew back to my mountain something the King said kept on nagging at me. ‘For now’ he had said. What did he mean by that? I should drop my loot off at my mountain, and then tell Twilight that there is Changeling hives about. I arrived at my abode to find a fine looking female dragon sitting there. “Hello?” I said in a deep seductive voice when I landed. “Hey, sexy.” She replied, batting her eyelids at me. ‘Flirting?’ I thought, ‘This is new.’ “Ya’right?” I said cautiously, but not defensively. “I’m better than alright, babe.” She whispered, “I’m Jesdamoth, but I already know your name.” She grabbed my dick, and pried my lips open with her tongue. “Novakihll the protector.” I said, in case she was lying, “I’ll call you Jesdamoth the cum dumpster.” With that I pushed her onto her back and started pounding her vag with no mercy. She didn’t seem to mind. She was way into it. But that’s gross, so I’ll gloss over it. When we were done a few hours later. We both lay on our backs, sweaty and exhausted. “No getting to know one another in the dragon world.” I joked. “That comes later.” She said in her voice that turned me on so well. I didn’t reply to that, but I assumed that now we would be in a relationship. Whatever. I’d had a bad day, so for now she was a sex slave. “You ready to go again?” She asked rhetorically as she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back, “I’ll go on top this time.” We fucked about 5 or 6 times (I stopped counting after 3) until we were completely and totally dry. I then got up and headed to the exit while she regained her breath. “Come back anytime.” I said over my shoulder, before taking off. I flew off north, towards no place in particular, when I reached the rocks where I found the Changelings- I’d completely forgotten about the Changelings. I quickly turned around and sped off towards New Canterlot. As I flew I wondered how I’d explain forgetting to Twilight, ‘Yeah, I was going to tell you, but you know… When sex comes around it’s hard to say no.’ I arrived in New Canterlot and told her of the Changeling threat all the same, pretending I had only just discovered the hive, so I wouldn’t have to tell her about all the sex. “Thank you for telling me.” She said in an official manor, “I’ll put up some defences.” She started towards the soldier’s barracks, but it was too late. A dark shadow fell across New Equestria, and as I looked up I started to regret that banging session, however great it was. Twilight noticed it as well. We looked at each other, before I nodded and took flight. I released a burning hot flame into a large clump of them. They burnt up and their ashes drifted to the floor, but there were still hundreds of them. I breathed some more fire into the swarm, before flying into the empty space and spinning in a circle, spewing flame. This worked relatively well, but some were now landing and wreaking havoc. On the ground I could see the guards putting spears through their necks, but they were changing shape. Soon the guards didn’t know whom to attack, and had to examine a pony thoroughly before making an attack, but by that time it was too late and if it was a Changeling it already moved in for the kill. There was pure mayhem in New Canterlot. Ponies were being slaughtered left, right, and centre. I stuck to the sky and roasted any Changelings that came in from the sky (which was most of them). Then I saw King Konsestist on the horizon. I narrowed my eyes, and knew what I had to do. I rose above the swarms and released a massive fireball down on New Canterlot, not really caring who it killed. I then flew off towards him. “You won’t win, you swine!” I hollered at him as I drew near. “That won’t matter.” He retorted. “Yes it will!” I screamed at him, “If you lose again then your vile species will be wiped out forever!” “Yes, but its worth it if it means yours will be as damaged as I plan!” “What? Dragons?” I said in an enraged confusion. “No! Ponies!” He grinned wickedly, “You’re a pony! You serve them. You are no dragon!” That was a step to far. Before he knew it my vast tail collided with his side and he was sent hurtling off into the distance. He quickly regained his composure, and barely managed to cast a protective ward to keep my scorching fire from frying him. He then let off a bolt of evil magic that would have killed me had I not risen to blast some more fire at him. This time the fire engulfed him and his body plummeted to the ground with licks of flame gently cocooning it. However, his bolt of magic hit the joint of my wing, sending me spiralling out of control towards the grass. I landed on my back with a thud. Slowly I got up and looked over at the king’s smouldering carcass. “Twilight would have friendship’d the fuck out of you.” I muttered. As I spread my wings I felt a jabbing pain in the joint. Right. No flying then. Just like old times. As I thumped up to New Canterlot I saw Twilight’s friends gathered around something. They were old now. Reaching the end of their lives. They’d had a good one, though. Rainbow actually became a Wonderbolt, which was unexpected to me. Pinkie got given Sugar cube Corner to run with Pumpkin and Pound Cake. Rarity became massively successful in her dressmaking career, peaking at designing one for Princess Luna. Fluttershy had led a quite life, tending mainly to her animals and her garden. Applejack carried on working the farm with Big Mac and Applebloom. But now they were gently sobbing together. As I approached I peered over their heads and then I saw her. Twilight Sparkle. With a gaping stab wound in the side of her neck. The funeral had been arranged. A giant gold star had been erected atop a mountain. The sun shone through the middle of the star at midday, casting a star shaped shadow across New Canterlot. The funeral itself was a solemn occasion. The other princesses were there, as well as Twilight’s friends and most of New Equestria. Though many people spoke, few words were spoken. As the event drew to a close, the midday sun aligned with the centre of the Star, and the shadow of remembrance spread across New Canterlot. It was then I was called forth. I stood the golden pedestal Twilight had been placed on. I took a deep breath and let the flame out. She was mere ash in seconds. Author's Note The last part! I wrote this while procrastinating from writing The Rise of Nightmare Moon. Not much to say. Hopefully it doesn't feel as rushed as the other two parts did, but that's up to you to decide. [Insert more random crap here]
Spike's Later RageI 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. Author's Note Second Fanfiction. I don't know how to end this, so if there are any suggestions... Suggest!
Days Of PeaceI stared daggers at Twilight. "Please." She begged, "Why should I?" I demanded, "Because I love you." "Bullshit. Why?" "Spike, I do-" "Fuck off with that. What will happen to me and to Equestria?" "Well, you will be hunted for the rest of your life, and you will only stop being hunted when you die. And, I'm an element of harmony, so without me Equestria is left without it's main defence." "These are all good reasons..." I muttered to myself. "Twilight!" I heard behind me. Ugh. Flash Sentry really just HAD to turn up right then, didn't he? Without taking my eyes off Twilight I reached behind me, grabbed Flash by the wings and snapped them, so he could no longer fly. He yelped out in pain, "My wings!" He gasped, but I didn't care. I simply reached over the side of the mountain and let go, and let him plummet to his death. Twilight was probably going through a shit tonne of emotions right then, but I could not care less. In fact I was rather happy that he was gone. It was probably for the best, anyway. Flash Sentry seemed like the kind of person who took gym class too seriously. "Spike..." "I. am. not. SPIKE!!" I yelled at her, "Now. What you're going to do," I snarled, "Is you're going to say that was an accident, and you're going to let me live and be your protector. If you don't you will be incinerated before you can cast one of your fancy spells, understood?" "I will never let you get away with that." She whispered, "I loved him." "I thought you love me?" "Different type of love." "Of course. You love me because you're afraid I'll kill you, but you loved him because you loved taking him 14 inches deep." "No, no! I love you because I've known you since the day you hatched, and raised you as my own. To me, you are not Novakihll the defiler, capable of killing royal captains on the spot. To me you are Spike, barely capable of making a gemstone cake without eating all the gems before the dough is made." I slammed her against the mountain again, "If I was that incapable, how would I be a protector of an entire empire?" "Because you are grown up now, but what I mean to say is that our times together are golden, and we shouldn't let them go." I narrowed my eyes at her. She was good with words, I'll give her that. I let out a tremendous roar, and let her go. As I landed at the base to inspect the damage done to Flash, I realized just how how we were. I had never really worried about heights since I had gained the ability to fly. The drop sure did a number on him. First off, his wings, which I had personally broken. One of them was so bent out of place when I snapped them that when he hit the ground the impact actually snapped it off. He was lying in a massive pool of his own blood. His neck was snapped so badly that the bone was sticking through the skin on his neck, staining his orange fur red. All his legs were either broken or fractured. His blue mane was limp and wet with blood. He was most definitely dead. Happy days. "Sorry about that." I said when I arrived back at our arranged meeting spot (I couldn't exactly fit inside the library anymore) "It's fine." She replied curtly, "just don't mention it. Ever." "That sounds fine. So, are the royal legion going to be after me now?" "I've told them to drop all charges." "What?" I asked, "When? And how?" "I teleported to where my dear brother is and told him to tell the soldiers not to come after you." "And he just agreed?" "...Yeah." "Lovely." I said in surprise. "So what are you going to do now?" She asked. "Go back to my parents, make up some lie about going to live on my own. By the time they find out that you're still alive it'll be too late." "Go then." Twilight commanded. "You don't tell me what to do like that anymore." I reminded her, as I flew off. "Mother, I'm home!" I said when I strutted through the doors of the palace. No one responded, "Hello?" I called out, "Anyone in?" I walked into the throne room and was met with a surprise when my fathers thick tail stuck me across the side of the head. "You failed!" He thundered. I got up just in time to fly above the flame he was spewing at me. What the fuck? How did he know? That didn't matter. My father just engaged me in a death battle. You may not know this, but in the dragon world when a dragon blows his flame at another dragon a death battle is engaged, and it does not end until one of the dragons is no longer breathing. Unfortunately for him, my flame was massively superior to his, as I'd just taken flame enhancing drugs. I hovered above him, my mighty wings beating, causing all the gold in the room to fly about. I threw my flame at him from above, but my father was strong, and managed to survive the blast. I landed next to him and started to use my claw to choke him to death. My mother screamed and ran towards us, but I just turned to her, not letting go of my father, and roasted her with my flame. Soon enough my father went limp as well. I let go of his neck, and slowly backed away. I'd just killed my own parents. Now I was the true dragon lord of the south. But I was also protector of Twilight's future empire. How was I going to juggle those two jobs? Oh well, I'll think of that later. At least now I didn't have to worry about them finding me, and executing me for being a traitor. In many ways this was a good thing. In fact, it was a great thing. I could now unite dragons and ponies into a state of harmony. No longer would we have to fight each other. We could help defend Equestria against it's great foes, side by side with the the ponies. There was no doubt about it: I had brought about a golden age. "How'd it go?" Twilight asked when I met up with her again. I paused and thought of the answer she would give me if she were in my situation. Something annoyingly vague... "There were... Mixed results." I said, "But one good thing came out of it." "What is that?" She enquired. I stopped and looked at Equestria from atop the mountain we were standing on. It was a tall mountain. I could see Ponyville vividly, and Canterlot as a misty haze. I looked west towards Appleloosa, and then east towards Manehatten and Fillydelphia, and finally far off to the north towards The Crystal Empire. All of these places had dragon kingdoms near to them. "No longer will dragons and ponies have to live in fear of each other. From this day forth dragons and ponies will be allies, and Equestria will be in even more peace than it was. I, Novakihll, Lord of the Dragons, hereby pronounce the harmony between dragons and ponies. Today is the day to rejoice!" "Oh, Spike." Twilight cheered, "I'm so proud of you!" I remember that day. It was a swell one to say the least. How I miss those days. They were a much simpler time. Now, I have to come back to the present, where I hold Princess Twilight Sparkles corpse in my claws. Author's Note Well, you guys requested, and I hope I didn't dissapoint! Apologies in advance if the final part doesn't come out for quite some time...
Changeling Demonic Changeling Demonic I should probably explain, so let’s rewind. Twilight was given an entirely new nation to rule. The setting doesn’t have much to do with this particular story, however, so I’ll summarise. One day Twilight and a bunch of random ponies got on a fleet of boats and they found a new landmass, so Celestia was like ‘that’ll do. Twilight rule that’ so here we are. When we first arrived here, we settled in a quaint Lakeland area, surrounded by grassy mountains. This was where we founded New Equestria. “How original.” I told Twilight when she first announced the name. “You got a better idea?” She retorted. “How about ‘Fatherland’?” I’d said, as a random collection of letters I spewed out of my mouth so as to not sound stupid. “Yeah, no.” She laughed. “Whatever. New Equestria it is.” I sighed, “I’m gonna find a nice mountain. Somewhere with a view.” “Good idea.” She agreed, “And preferably someplace high, so you can see all around.” “Hence ‘with a view’” I rolled my eyes. “Just do it.” She grinned, laughing inside at her own silliness. So off I flew. I found a nice vantage point, the summit of a particularly high volcano. I’d agreed previously with Twilight that I could have a hoard, just so long as I didn’t take from any New Equestrian settlements. About sixty years living on this mountain, and my hoard had grown rather spectacular. There were a few other dragons in the area, but they didn’t live in clans like the dragons back in (old) Equestria did. I’d tried chatting up some of the attractive female ones, but they were very cut to the chase and as soon as I made a move they immediately presented their vaginas. That really turned me off, so I kind of backed off, which didn’t seem to matter to them. Odd. However, occasionally I did a little bit of a prank on these horny bitches. I would silently creep up to their cave while they were asleep. Then, I would surprise penetrate. Only, like, four minded. I rarely interacted with the ponies, mainly because I’m a huge-ass fucking dragon that could burn them to an ember like ‘that’, but partly because I spent the last twenty five years not interacting with them, so I didn’t really know how to talk to them any more. I didn’t really mind, though. Solitude suited me. I never really talked to the other dragons either, except for my pussy of a dealer and Filiakath. But I digress. About 60 years after migrating to New Equestria I found who had inhabited it previously. I flew further out than I normally did for a raid. I found myself soaring over a barren land of black rock, littered with deep and dark caves. The land puzzled me, and I almost left thinking no one lived here, but I investigated a cave none the less. At first it seemed unpopulated. I let off some fire just to check, and if the blue glint hadn’t caught my eye I probably would have left. I flew up close, but the gloom made it hard to make out. I squinted my eyes and blew a small breath of fire, so it caught alight a little. I honestly didn’t care what lived or died anymore. That was when it let out a dreadful shriek, giving me complete awareness to the entire hive of Changelings. I took a step back, before they all spazzed out and I was forced to incinerate all of them. I heaved out a massive fireball, setting about fifty or sixty alight, but there was still around a hundred left. They all started firing harmful bolts of magic at me at once, and I had to shield my self behind a wing, all the while breathing fire at them. After most of them were charred corpses. It was then that a particularly large male one, who I presumed to be their leader, stopped them, and called a request of ceasefire. “Mighty dragon!” He shouted, “I am King Konsestist of the Changelings, successor to the throne after the shame of Chrysalis. What do you require?” “I require all your gold, gems, jewels, and the like.” I replied. “We shall comply,” He said after a great deal of thinking and consulting, “for now.” He added. I grinned sadistically growled, “Excellent.” After some grumbling and bustling they eventually piled a great deal of gold coins, cups, plates and general crockery as well as precious stones into the leather bag I brought specifically for this purpose. As I turned and thumped towards the cave entrance King Konsestist shouted to me again, “Before you leave, oh tremendous one, might we know you name?” I stopped and turned, before standing on my hind legs and spreading my vast wings, “I am Novakihll the Protector, patron of the New Equestrians.” At this the King’s mouth dropped and he quickly turned and muttered something to his assistant, but I flew off before he could say anything more. As I flew back to my mountain something the King said kept on nagging at me. ‘For now’ he had said. What did he mean by that? I should drop my loot off at my mountain, and then tell Twilight that there is Changeling hives about. I arrived at my abode to find a fine looking female dragon sitting there. “Hello?” I said in a deep seductive voice when I landed. “Hey, sexy.” She replied, batting her eyelids at me. ‘Flirting?’ I thought, ‘This is new.’ “Ya’right?” I said cautiously, but not defensively. “I’m better than alright, babe.” She whispered, “I’m Jesdamoth, but I already know your name.” She grabbed my dick, and pried my lips open with her tongue. “Novakihll the protector.” I said, in case she was lying, “I’ll call you Jesdamoth the cum dumpster.” With that I pushed her onto her back and started pounding her vag with no mercy. She didn’t seem to mind. She was way into it. But that’s gross, so I’ll gloss over it. When we were done a few hours later. We both lay on our backs, sweaty and exhausted. “No getting to know one another in the dragon world.” I joked. “That comes later.” She said in her voice that turned me on so well. I didn’t reply to that, but I assumed that now we would be in a relationship. Whatever. I’d had a bad day, so for now she was a sex slave. “You ready to go again?” She asked rhetorically as she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back, “I’ll go on top this time.” We fucked about 5 or 6 times (I stopped counting after 3) until we were completely and totally dry. I then got up and headed to the exit while she regained her breath. “Come back anytime.” I said over my shoulder, before taking off. I flew off north, towards no place in particular, when I reached the rocks where I found the Changelings- I’d completely forgotten about the Changelings. I quickly turned around and sped off towards New Canterlot. As I flew I wondered how I’d explain forgetting to Twilight, ‘Yeah, I was going to tell you, but you know… When sex comes around it’s hard to say no.’ I arrived in New Canterlot and told her of the Changeling threat all the same, pretending I had only just discovered the hive, so I wouldn’t have to tell her about all the sex. “Thank you for telling me.” She said in an official manor, “I’ll put up some defences.” She started towards the soldier’s barracks, but it was too late. A dark shadow fell across New Equestria, and as I looked up I started to regret that banging session, however great it was. Twilight noticed it as well. We looked at each other, before I nodded and took flight. I released a burning hot flame into a large clump of them. They burnt up and their ashes drifted to the floor, but there were still hundreds of them. I breathed some more fire into the swarm, before flying into the empty space and spinning in a circle, spewing flame. This worked relatively well, but some were now landing and wreaking havoc. On the ground I could see the guards putting spears through their necks, but they were changing shape. Soon the guards didn’t know whom to attack, and had to examine a pony thoroughly before making an attack, but by that time it was too late and if it was a Changeling it already moved in for the kill. There was pure mayhem in New Canterlot. Ponies were being slaughtered left, right, and centre. I stuck to the sky and roasted any Changelings that came in from the sky (which was most of them). Then I saw King Konsestist on the horizon. I narrowed my eyes, and knew what I had to do. I rose above the swarms and released a massive fireball down on New Canterlot, not really caring who it killed. I then flew off towards him. “You won’t win, you swine!” I hollered at him as I drew near. “That won’t matter.” He retorted. “Yes it will!” I screamed at him, “If you lose again then your vile species will be wiped out forever!” “Yes, but its worth it if it means yours will be as damaged as I plan!” “What? Dragons?” I said in an enraged confusion. “No! Ponies!” He grinned wickedly, “You’re a pony! You serve them. You are no dragon!” That was a step to far. Before he knew it my vast tail collided with his side and he was sent hurtling off into the distance. He quickly regained his composure, and barely managed to cast a protective ward to keep my scorching fire from frying him. He then let off a bolt of evil magic that would have killed me had I not risen to blast some more fire at him. This time the fire engulfed him and his body plummeted to the ground with licks of flame gently cocooning it. However, his bolt of magic hit the joint of my wing, sending me spiralling out of control towards the grass. I landed on my back with a thud. Slowly I got up and looked over at the king’s smouldering carcass. “Twilight would have friendship’d the fuck out of you.” I muttered. As I spread my wings I felt a jabbing pain in the joint. Right. No flying then. Just like old times. As I thumped up to New Canterlot I saw Twilight’s friends gathered around something. They were old now. Reaching the end of their lives. They’d had a good one, though. Rainbow actually became a Wonderbolt, which was unexpected to me. Pinkie got given Sugar cube Corner to run with Pumpkin and Pound Cake. Rarity became massively successful in her dressmaking career, peaking at designing one for Princess Luna. Fluttershy had led a quite life, tending mainly to her animals and her garden. Applejack carried on working the farm with Big Mac and Applebloom. But now they were gently sobbing together. As I approached I peered over their heads and then I saw her. Twilight Sparkle. With a gaping stab wound in the side of her neck. The funeral had been arranged. A giant gold star had been erected atop a mountain. The sun shone through the middle of the star at midday, casting a star shaped shadow across New Canterlot. The funeral itself was a solemn occasion. The other princesses were there, as well as Twilight’s friends and most of New Equestria. Though many people spoke, few words were spoken. As the event drew to a close, the midday sun aligned with the centre of the Star, and the shadow of remembrance spread across New Canterlot. It was then I was called forth. I stood the golden pedestal Twilight had been placed on. I took a deep breath and let the flame out. She was mere ash in seconds. Author's Note The last part! I wrote this while procrastinating from writing The Rise of Nightmare Moon. Not much to say. Hopefully it doesn't feel as rushed as the other two parts did, but that's up to you to decide. [Insert more random crap here]
