It was another bright and sunny morning in the quaint town of ponyville, the trees were flowing in the gentle summer breeze, the birds chirped happily as they flew on their merry way, and the young boys and girls were returning to their classes from the wonderful release of summer vacation. It would be obvious to say that most of the students weren’t happy to be going back to class, like the young skinny lad in a black tee and camouflage shorts, walking with a girl about a year older than him in light purple dress who was excited to go back to class.
“Seriously! Why can’t we go to a private school!” The boy asked
“Because, Spike, Celestia told us that we need to have proper social interactions with the common people, not just the rich snobs we would go to in her private schools. I keep telling you this every semester.”
“At least in her private schools I wouldn't get bullied so much.”
“There are bullies no matter where you go, even at the gifted schools.”
“We don't know that, we never go there! I don't even know why she took you in as a pupil after you aced the school's entrance exam, just to have you go to a public school.”
“Simple, because she wants us to learn proper social interaction and the only way to do that is with normal people our ages. Now come on, we're going to be late!”
“I'll catch up with you,” he reluctantly said as he noticed his usual bullies eyeing him, just as they do every school day.
“Hey there pipsqueek. Your mommy left you all alone again?”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Darrek.”
“What’s that, you little dupshit?” One of his cronies replied.
“No, no. He’s right. We shouldn’t beat around the bush.” And just as every other day they meet, a punch lands straight into Spike’s gut, sending him crouching on the ground if it weren’t for the other two holding his arms back as Derrek continued his assault. He continues his beating until he gets bored, signaling the other two to search his stuff for anything of value, always finding a few bits of change. They once again throw him violently to the other side of the sidewalk and went on their merry way.
Spike wasn’t pissed about this anymore, how could he be? It’s been the same thing for over five years, nearly each and every day. He just picked himself up, brushed himself off, checking to see if there were any bruises, which there never was anymore, and finally, make sure they didn’t find his real money, stashed secretly away from any prying eyes from ever finding. He made his way to the main school building and rechecked what homeroom he needed to go to.
It wasn’t often that anyone got a class change over the summer, but it’s still common practice to make sure they go to their home room and get their ‘new’ schedules, Spike, of course, had the same classes as last semester and the day was the same as always that year, first was Mathematics, Algebra 2 to be specific, then it was English, then Chemistry, all without a single student that was willing to talk with him, let alone make friends with him. But, at least he had friends with his “sister” ’s friends when they all sat together at lunch.
“...And then I said, ‘Oatmeal? Are you crazy?’”
“Pinkie, I think I’m talkin for all of us when I say that we have no idea what you’re talkin ‘bout.” A well tanned, muscular, agriculturally dressed girl with golden hair said as she bit into an apple, gazing into the eyes of a bubbly, pleasantly plump, and overall pink girl just finishing her story.
“Oh, I most certainly agree, Applejack.” A rather uptight woman remarked, flipping her perfectly styled hair out of her eyes to properly show off her well made-up face. “I honestly lost track of the story when you said the lizard king outlawed turnips...”
“No! It was rutabagas! He outlawed rutabagas after his wife...”
“Pinkie. We don’t care. I mean, if you were talking about the Wonderbolts, then I’d care, but you’re not.” The really tomboyish girl with the rainbow dyed hair said, “do you care, Fluttershy?”
“Um...” The last of his “sister” ’s friends replied, she was the most timid of the bunch, always hiding behind her long hair, wearing her bright yellow dress that screamed innocence. “Please don’t bring me into this, Dash.”
“Just tell us if you’re interested in Pinkie’s story or not.”
“I’m... um... I’m sorry, I was trying to... but I lost track... I’m so sorry, Pinkie.”
“Oh, it’s ok, Shy. I know you didn’t mean to dose off of one of my stories. But what about you Twilight?”
“Hu? What about me?”
“Psh. She doesn’t even know, she had her head buried in that book since she sat down. I don’t even think she noticed when her own brother sat next to her.” Rainbow said, quite rudely if I might add.
“I doubt she’d notice a house fire until it touched one of her books.” The boy said half jokingly.
“Spike! Of course I’d notice something like that!”
“He didn’t mean it literally. He was just joking.”
“Yeah, and just for that, I think he’s going to be doing a lot more chores around the house.”
“What! But Twi...”
“Pff...” She couldn’t help but laugh at the boy’s reaction, it was priceless. “I’m just kidding, Spike. I know how hard you’ve been working lately, and I was actually thinking of giving you some free time today.”
“Really?”
“Of course, you deserve a little time off for yourself.”
“Wow! Thanks Twi!” The boy happily said as he finished his lunch.
The bell rang and off he went to the rest of his day; Modern World Studies, French, Soccer, though the only thing they did was have free play in the gym, and finally Psychology before returning home, doing his chores, falling asleep, and doing it all over again in the morning. At least that’s what normally happens.
The bullies never beat him on his way home anymore, mostly because they were just the ‘give me your lunch money’ kind of bullies, but also because he and Twilight have their last classes right next to each other and left to walk home together.
At their ‘house’, it was just the same as always, a big library. It wasn’t a description either, when they moved to the town, they were placed as the caretakers of the library, even though the only ‘work’ Twilight seems to do is read all the books and sort them once every few months. It was Spike’s job to clean the shelves, check the books in and out, sort them into the right spots, scrub the floors, cook the food, do the laundry, make the beds, and basically run the entire library in every way but on paper. But today was different, he was given some time off for a change, something he doesn’t get to have every day, and he was going to take advantage of it.
He went out to take a good, long walk in the woods, burning off the anger that dwelled inside of him and threatened to burst nearly every day. Though he didn’t just run out into the forest screaming, he took it out by talking as he walked, he talked about his family, how Twilight isn’t his real sister, how Celestia, the Queen of the largest country in the world, is his mother, how she dumped him on Twilight, her best student, just so he can learn to be a regular person, like he believed that bull crap. He talked about the people around him, the bullies that constantly mocked him, robbed from him, and beat him up, as well as the classmates that seem to purposefully ignore him and the only friends he has are the friends his so called sister hangs out with at lunch. He was sick of it.
After a good, long walk in the forest, far enough that nobody will hear, he started thrashing, punching, gnawing, and kicking at everything he could imagine to be in his way. That was until a very loud crunching and scraping sound pierced his ears, almost like the sound a bear would make if it furiously attacked a tree with its mightiest blow. He slowly opened his eyes to see the very thing he imagined, a large gash in one of the trees, but unlike in his imagination, the tree was the one right in front of him, and the slashes looked like they came from him.
He couldn’t believe it, there’s no way he could’ve... and that’s when he saw him arm. His arm wasn’t that of his normal self, no. It was like that of a lizard, but much thicker and stronger, with claws sharpened like blades, but he didn’t get a chance to look at them for very long before it shrank back to his normal arm.
He had no idea what to think, he had just done something that he couldn’t believe. He was in awe. He wanted to do it again.
Author's Note
an idea that's been tossing in my head for a while now, and since I've finally taken the time to write it, I might as well make and account and post it
Spike sat in the library, staring at his hand for what seems like days, he’s exhausted every resource on everything that he even thought could be helpful. He even took the time to look through the fictional stories and comic books, only to end up right where he started. Though there was one that almost seemed helpful, The Hulk, but his transformation wasn’t triggered by anger or he’d’ve transformed numerous other times, including the rage he went through while trying to transform again. So now, all he could do was think to himself, trying to focus on what he was doing when it happened.
That’s when the clock chimed 6 o’clock, time to start cooking dinner. He got up, checked once more in case there are any customers, strolled into the kitchen and prepared a quick meal, calling Twilight down soon after he finished. It’s always a simple diner, just some beef, potatos, and a salad, usually without a single word between them, not with a book in Twilight’s face, so after dinner he rechecked the library for his final once-over and instead of picking out a random book while strolling through the aisles like the norm, Spike went and grabbed his jacket, causing concern from Twilight.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
“Well, it doesn’t look like you’re picking up a book to read, like you do every day.”
“Great observation...”
“Are you going to pick up some supplies? Are we out of newt?”
“No, we have plenty for tomorrow's potion...”
“Good, I don’t want to miss school just because we didn’t have a cloning potion. So where are you going?”
“I’m just going out.”
“Going out?”
“Yeah, I just felt like taking a walk.”
“Oh, well... be safe and don’t stay out too late.”
“Alright Twi,” and with that, he set off on another walk in the woods. It wasn’t a well traveled woods, hardly any trails to find, even if one were desperately looking for one, so he couldn’t go back and retrace his steps where it happened, so he did the next best thing, go on another anger fueled rant, throwing over exaggerated motion after exaggerated motion until the fading light from the setting sun finally sank into darkness.
It wasn’t working, it was just frustrating him more and more, maybe it wasn’t real, maybe it was only his imagination, maybe... A snarl from just beyond the tree line shook him out of his thoughts and he froze, trying to see what made the sound as he made contact with eight shining eyes.
He threw up his hands and started backing away slowly, but the animals didn’t flinch as much as move closer to him, snarling more viciously. He started yelling at them, hoping to scare them off, but it was no use, out of the brush came a small pack of wolves with their teeth bared, ready to attack.
He had no clue what to do, he was nearly frozen in fear of these wild animals tearing him limb from limb, but he still had his hands up while backing away slowly, hoping to any deity out there that he would survive this. That’s when the first wolf lunged at him, growling as it ran and pounced onto him with seemingly glowing red eyes, followed quickly by the others, latching its vicious fangs into his leg, forcing him to grovel in pain as the others started surrounding him. He was overtaken by the fear and the pain, he could feel every motion of the hound as its teeth tore through his flesh, he desperately wanted to get away, he wanted to get them off him, he needed to fight them off.
That’s when something clicked, a primal instinct, brought to the surface in a way that he could definitely feel for the first time, a primal urge that flowed through him like the most powerful potion of strength, a primal sensation that quelled his sense of fear. He could no longer feel the attack on his leg, but he could hear the whimpering as the wolf in question backed in pain. He took a step forward and saw the rest of them retreat in nearly paralyzing fear as he swiped his hand, seeing one fall in a bloody mess as the others ran.
This was it, he could feel it. He could feel the sensation of being this... thing that wasn't the sensation of pride, greed, or even the bloodthirsty rage that he thought it was, but something that could only be described as a sense of wholeness, a sense of being in his natural form. A form that has razor sharp claws, muscles that bulged and stretched his clothes, scales that covered every inch of his being, and eyes that could see not only through the densest of darkest black nights, but into the very depths of fear in any creature.
It was then that he noticed that his leg no longer held any pain, even when he checked the wound, he couldn’t find a single scratch, as if time itself reversed, in fear of what he might do to it. He wasn’t even bothered by the cold drop in temperature that would normally throw him into a bitter tantrum as he breathed a heavy sigh, exposing a plume of flames larger than he could normally produce, brightening the area around him, glad to be a good fair distance from anyone who might see him.
He could still remember the first time he showed his mother his flaming breath; his mother told him that it was a sign of royal blood and that he was to never show it to anyone under any circumstance in fear of what they might do to him. He was also told that it wasn’t a normal fire, it was a magical fire, told to be produced by the natural potions brewing inside of him and colored uniquely to his person, allowing him to set objects alight, whether flammable or not, and either incinerate them completely or transfer them to any location he pleased. But this was neither of those actions, this was simply to breathe as calmly as he could, silently taking in the sense of being what he was.
After some time had passed, he finally started making his way home, thinking of what Twilight will say during her lecture as he instinctively weaved through the almost endless trees and into the desolate edge, transforming back as soon as he neared it. The rest of the walk was uneventful, a few cars roaming by, a few broken street lamps, only the silence of his feet as he recalled the feeling of his transformation, trying to briefly, quietly, and discretely transform his eyes into those eyes and succeeding with some transformation of his face as well, until finally, he was home.
Glad to be back in the safety of his abode, he strolled in, locked the door behind him, and took one step before finding out that the wolves weren't the only trouble he was going to see that night, for Twilight was livid. After making sure he was ok and believing the lie he told of why his pants were torn and bloody, he get a long and serious lecture about the dangers of staying out late, especially in a wooded area like that, but he didn’t really mind it, because in his mind, all he could think about was that he had found something else his royal blood was good for.
Author's Note
I can't help but feel like I really rushed this... I hope it turned out alright
