Advent of the Young Dragon

(I may have forgotten to do this before but...I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. It is own by Hasbro. Yes, the progression of this fanfic has been a bit slow but...please bear with me.)

Revelry.

The sounds of partying filled the small town of Ponyville. Cheering, yells of happiness, dancing, and other actions of partying were shown in the large group of ponies that had surged into the square like a giant tidal wave, the whirlpool of ponies soon settling down as things became more solemn for a second, a familiar Pink pony bouncing up onto the stage where the band (whom she had rented), was playing. It was a duo of two different clashing styles, the ever electric dubstep played by the one and only Vinyl Scratch, aka DJ Pon-3, and the calm stylings of the resident cellist, Octavia. The rivals stared each other down as they made musical magic with their wordless songs. Even though the two styles were competing, they blended into a perfect array of energy and calm, of the beauty of the classical era with the power of the dubstep era. The sounds of the computer generated instruments clashed with the melodious sounds of the cello over and over again. Exertion was in the faces of the two musical mares as they squared off, the usual grin on Vinyl’s face being replaced with a face of effort, while the usual stoic Octavia was found having her tongue stuck out in concentration, trying to outdo her rival.

Out in the crowd stood a trio of dragons, making an obtuse triangle shape as they tended to their own business. The two females were conversing with each other in their native language, which sounded like a soft melody itself. They had rather light-hearted looks on their faces as they spoke, short laughs coming from one of them every now and again. The only male of the group off to the side, chomping down on a piece of cake. The crumbs fell from his jaw and down his body, the cream colored scales of his stomach having some frosting on it, and the purple scales of his body having even more frosting on it. One would think he had just jumped into a giant vat of icing without a care in the world and swam in it. It was close to what had happened, anyways....

“All right ponies (and dragons), we’ve got a party to start!” Pinkie Pie said, standing on an empty table and pointing a hoof out at everyone, making a large sweeping motion with the outstretched hoof. “Now, Octavia and Vinyl Scratch should be getting here in a little while. They said they had to go out and upgrade their equipment for a party like this.” She said, a huge smile on her face. “Cloudchaser, Big Mac, and Carmel? I need the tables set up and the food out pronto!” She said, clapping her hooves together. The trio nodded and went off to their duties as she pointed to Spike as he tried to sneak away and help out. “You, my scaly friend, are gonna relax! This is your welcoming party, and I’m not gonna let you do any work.” Pinkie said.

Spike blinked a bit and opened his mouth to make an argument, but was given that sharp glare that the Pink Party Pony was famous for when she was adamant on something. His body relaxed and his voice faltered as he sighed in defeat, holding up his claws.

“All right, all right. I give. I’ll just relax until it is time.” He said, grumbling a bit and getting a sympathetic pat from Applejack as she walked by.

“I know tha’ feelin’ partner.” She said, smiling a bit as she sat beside him, visible beads of sweat forming on her brow as she panted just a tiny bit.

“Well, in all fairness, you were working yourself wall-eyed and to exhaustion. I’ve got pent up energy!” He said, his body giving way to a yawn as he stretched a bit, and got a punch from Applejack.

“ ‘Pent up Energy’ mah flank! Yer just as tired as when you left the hospital.” She said, sharing a laugh with the young dragon. She wiped a tear from her eye as she smiled warmly. “Seriously though, Spike. You should relax. Ya’ just got out of th’ hospital, and we don’t need ya’ going back in any time soon.” She said in that same stubborn tone.

Spike sighed in defeat once again as he nodded at her logic, closing his eyes as he thought about it for a bit. Then he just leaned back in his chair a bit, making sure to dig his feet into the ground so he wouldn’t fall back, smiling. “All right, I’ll relax. For your sakes.” He said, motioning to the 6 ponies and two dragons whom he had come to know as friends and family.

“Good! Now...I gotta go, sugarcube. I’m on sweet transportin’ duty.” She said, giving him another pat on the back then trotting off, looking back once at him with a worried expression. He shooed her off with a nonchalant flick of his wrist. She just smiled softly and trotted off to do her part as Spike took a glance around, his gaze slowly becoming more and more bleary as his eyelids drooped. Much to his dismay, he fell asleep in the chair, snoring lightly, some mares giggling and some stallions chuckling as they saw the young dragon asleep in the plastic chair. He had a pleasant look on his face as he slept, dreams of Rarity, getting strong, and protecting Ponyville like a superhero.

“...ike....”

Spike grumbled in his sleep, not wanting to move from the comfortable position he had finally found in the plastic chair: off to the side with his hands clasped and being used as a pillow, his tail wrapped around him to the best of its ability.

“...pike....out.”

He grumbled again as he slowly came to the waking world, his rather intimate dream with Rarity being broken by light as he grumbled again, wanting to head back to sleep, shutting his eyes tightly. “Five more minutes...”

“Spike, watch out!”

Spike grumbled and opened his eyes, rubbing them a bit as he stared blearily out into nowhere, looking around at the voice that had awaken him. But instead of getting a sight of pony...

SPLAT!

...He got a face-and-body full of cake. He sputtered a bit, flailed, then fell back, 12 sets of hooves heading over to as he gained some bearing of his surroundings, wiping the cake from his eyes as he stared at a guilty looking grey wall-eyed pony.

“Derpy...” He said with a glare.

“Sorry Spike! I kinda lost my balance carrying the cakes.” She said, staring down at the ground, then back to Spike, only to be met with a face struggling to keep its composure. Suddenly, the young dragon started laughing boisterously, holding his cake covered gut as he wiped a cake-tear from his eye, getting up slowly as his tongue navigated around his face, getting whatever frosting and cake it could and bringing it back into his mouth. He took a long trail of cake and frosting and put it on his finger, tasting it a bit as he smiled.

“Can I get a towel or something please?”

He asked, a slight chuckle coming from him as he stood there, still covered in cake. Twilight smiled and nodded silently as she headed for the treehouse, not wanting to have Spike inconvenience anyone. Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn he saw Vera and Rarity blushing madly. He shrugged a bit. Maybe something had caught their eye.

Spike stood there, tapping his claw against his arm as he waited for his towel, his eyes half closed as some tiredness was still in his body, covering his mouth with his claw to try to hide a yawn as a stray tear dripped out of his eye.

“Having fun?”

A rather lilting voice said, a grand smile appearing on the face of the young dragon. The Co-Monarch of all of Equestria, someone whom he had the utmost respect for, and one whom he could count on to appreciate his pursuits in pranks: Princess Celestia. She trotted to the point where she could stand beside him, a piece of MMM cake and a teacup with some tea floating around her, the teacup floating daintly over to her mouth to allow the Princess to take a sip out of it, a deep, refreshed sigh coming from her. Gently, she put the teacup down on the nearest table, looking at Spike from the corner of her eye, not wanting to meet his gaze.

He ate the last slice of cake he had, groaning in the pure flavor of it, glancing back to Celestia as her gaze shifted once more. He wondered what was wrong with her. She was acting weird. Then, he had to stop as he was embraced by the Alicorn, a wet feeling on his shoulder as she dug her face into it. The slight shudder from her body and the quiet sobs he heard from her already told him what was wrong. She was crying. For whatever reason, she was crying. He looked around, though no pony was paying attention to them, wrapped up in their own conversations or generally messing around.

“I was so worried...” She said simply through the tears, nuzzling the young dragon as he was still trying to get his guard un-caught as he kept hugging her, giving her an affectionate nuzzle before she drew back, wiping a tear from her eye as she looked to him with a soft smile, the sniffles disappearing almost as soon as they came, the regal visage of the princess coming back to her...with a bit of red in her eyes. A little sniffle or two and she was then back to her regular self, save for the worried glance that she gave Spike.

He smiled softly at the worrywart of a Princess, giving her a quick hug and a pat on the back. “Don’t worry, Princess. Everything is going to be okay. Everyone here is either family or friend. I’m pretty sure nothing can go wrong.” He said, then snickered at her. “Oh...and you might wanna clean up. You got a bit of frosting on you.” He said, almost bursting out laughing when he saw the frosting of some cake on her nose, seeing the Princess go cross-eyed from concentration and try to get the morsel off of her nose using only her tongue, the usual refined mare turning into a filly for a second as she let go of her inhibitions for the second time tonight to get that decadent morsel that was just out of her grasp.

When she fell on her back is when Spike lost it. He held his gut as he fell onto his back, his spines sticking into the ground as fresh tears of laughter coated his cheeks, dripping down his face and onto the ground as he laughed hysterically. “OH MAN! M-MY GUT! AHAHAHAHA!” He sputtered, trying to get out coherent sentences but failing. Horribly. Celestia soon joined in on the roaring laughter, laughing at herself for her own foal-like tendencies and Spike’s laughter. Twilight looked between her mentor and Spike as she strolled up with a towel in tow, wondering what those two were on about. She just shrugged a bit. “C’mon, you two gotta get up. Can’t have the guest of honor and the Princess getting all dirty and tired.” She reprimanded the two of them as she helped them to their feet, a tear falling from the eye of the young dragon.

“Oh, lighten up, Twilight. It’s a party! You sound like the Princess.” He said, pointing to Celestia with a thumb.

The Monarch of the Sun puffed out her cheeks. “Hey, I am not a party-pooper!” She said, blushing when she started to get looks from her subjects.

Twilight gasped as she took great offense to that. “I’m not a party-pooper either!” She said, blinking as the skeptical gazes turned to her as she shrunk with an awkward smile. “What? I’m not.”

Spike quickly wiped off whatever frosting that stuck to his frame.Slowly, he migrated away from the group as more ponies funneled in and began to take his place, asking whom he affectionately knew as ‘the Mane 6’ and the Princess a plethora of questions. Slowly, the migrated over to him as well when he was off to the side, the many different ponies of the town starting to ask him questions like “What was it like being in a coma” and “How strong are you now?” Another quite...personal question from a mare with the Lyre on her flank. It was something along the lines of “How ‘big’ have you gotten”, which warranted a blush from the young dragon and the crowd to go silent as everyone pretended like they did not hear the comment as the party continued.

Spike slumped in a chair as he sat tiredly, the question and answer session having taken its toll on him. He yawned rather loudly, closing his eyes and stretching his arms, his wings scraping against the plastic causing a rather uncomfortable growl to come from the young dragon, his emerald eyes half closed as he smiled lazily. Today had been a very fun day. He had finally got out of the hospital, he was at a really cool party thrown by a really cool friend with really cool ponies asking him rather odd questions. Yup. Typical Ponyville. It even seemed like and Vera and Sindria were getting along with the ‘ponyfolk’ rather easily, sharing stories and laughs.

Though...something caught his attention. Something alluring. A glint out of the corner of his eye and the smell that wafted with it. Slowly, he rose from his seat, breaking away from the large crowd of still-partying ponies, the little stand-off between the musicians taking a quick break and some pre-made party songs being played (rather loudly, if he did say so himself). The smell and the sight led him to an alleyway that was rather far off from where the party was happening, but also to a rather familiar place: Carousel Botique. He looked around in the cramped space, grunting a bit as he managed to get his wings to fold in comfortably as he looked down at the figure who tempted him.

Two beautifully blue eyes, like the endless sky, gazed up at him. He had no choice but to kneel when he saw those eyes, the dim light doing nothing to hide that pure white coat and the bouncy purple mane of the temptress in front of him. She had a soft smile on her features and a certain quality to her gaze that sent shudders through his body. He already knew who it was before she said anything, recognition gleaming in those emerald pools of his.

“Sorry to pull you away from the party, Spikey-Wikey, but there is something I need to give you as a sort of...congratulations for surviving your training with your...mentors.”

Spike was about to ask what it was before he felt a firm, yet delicate hoof behind his head. But that was nothing compared to the fireworks that were going off in his brain from touching lips with his first crush and probably the love of his life.

Now, as a young male, he had always dreamed of kissing a mare. He had the situation planned out in his head and a script hidden away in the treehouse. The actual written down material was pieced together from cliche and sappy romance novels. They would be out for a date during midday, starting with a nice picnic. Light conversation would be had between him and his mare, getting more and more intimate as evening came. After the picnic lunch, they would go to a nearby place-of-fun, like an arcade or a mall. After a couple hours of playing games, they would head out to the fanciest restaurant in Ponyville, and then get the nicest things on the menu. Slowly, they would feed each-other their foods as they gazed into each-other's eyes soulfully. That moment would cumulate into a grand kiss back at his abode, thrown into a whirlwind of passion that neither of them could hold back.

But this kiss....this kiss was more than he could have dreamed. He could feel some unknown quality to this kiss that drove him wild. A deep crimson blush was on the face of the young dragon as he struggled to keep the pace with the obviously more experienced mare. She placed her other hoof around his neck to join with the hoof that was already there, pulling on him and forcing the kiss on him even more. Spike got more and more comfortable with the kiss as time passed, seconds turning into minutes, and minutes turning into bundles of minutes. Every once in a while, they would break to get their air back (mostly on Rarity’s part), but once again, she pulled him back into that hungry kiss. Little by little, he started to realize what was behind that kiss. Hunger. Passion. Lust. Somehow, he could taste it on her. Was it that potent?

Soon enough, she broke once again for a longer period of time, her hooves still wrapped around Spike’s neck as he just stared at her in surprise, unable to make too many coherent thoughts as his body slowly got wrapped into the moment. But, somehow, he managed to get out one question to the mare. Well...a jumble of words in the form of a question.

“Why? What? When? Huh!?”

He said stupidly, warranting a giggle from the mare. “Why, Spike, I have had certain...emotions and feelings for you for quite a while. But, being in the form that you were in, I could not act upon it. Not only would I get in trouble, Twilight would have never forgiven me. Couldn’t you tell by how close I was getting to you when you were off for that dreadful dragon migration? You have no idea how hard it was to hold myself back for all these years!”

She said with a bit of a seductive purr, looking up at Spike she kissed his snout, another surge of red flooding to the cheeks and cheek-scales of the young dragon. He had always known girls were tricky, but he felt like a fool now that he realized the signs. He would have face-clawed had it not been for Rarity’s hoof straying a bit too far down. He let out a small yelp, an even deeper blush coming onto his face. He recognized that look in Rarity’s eyes. He knew that look whenever Twilight used to lock him in his room for a week or so. Pure, unadulterated lust. Yup, tonight was the best night ever. And nothing would ruin it.

In the skies above Ponyville, three figures found themselves flying over the quaint town, their attentions drawn by the sounds of music, the smell of pony, and the familiar stench of four certain adversaries they would very much like seen laid before them, prostrating or even...dead.

“Shall we crash this party, guys?” A malevolent voice said, distinctly of male descent.

“We shall.” The two other figures said, following the obvious ‘boss’ of the trio down to the party.

Spike gulped as Rarity kept teasing his most sensitive spot: his crotch. It took all of his will-power not to let his ‘dragonhood’ pop out, even though it was sorely tempted to. No matter how many fantasies he had of this, his body was not ready for it, even though he would never vocalize it. Though, through some kind of cognitive power, Rarity caught up on his distress.

“What’s wrong, darling? Don’t you want me~?”

She asked in a husky voice, running her hoof up his body to his chin,motioning it in a way that it put a slight pressure on his jawline, trying to get the young bashful dragon to look at her. His emerald eyes met her beautiful blue eyes as they glimmered with sensuality, the young dragon conflicted about what to do. “D-Don’t you think that we are going a bit too fast, Rarity?” He managed to get out, warranting a small lilting giggle from the mare.

“Oh, Spike. You’re acting like you have something I have never seen before.”

Spike’s scaly eyebrow quirked a bit from her comment, the obvious ‘what?’ look in his eyes as he stared at the white-coated mare, a deep blush on her face now as she began to stutter out an answer.

“W-W-Well...y-you see, Spike...I was quite the wild mare back in my teenage years. I experimented a lot since my company was just taking off and I did not have that many responsibilities. I picked up many skills that I still use today, though not in as high demand.”

She said with an even deeper blush, feeling herself being lifted a bit into a hug as her mutual crush hugged her, giving her a small peck on the lips. His bashfulness was still there, but after hearing her little ‘truth’, he felt a bit more comfortable with her. Not enough to sleep with her, but at least to reciprocate her emotions. But then he felt her turn away and say something that made him blush red-hot.

“And it’s also like I’ve never seen your manly bits either. Who do you think ‘took care’ of you when your body reacted to its baser instincts?”

Ruin.

Before Spike could say anything, he smelled something which made horror seep through his veins. His emerald eyes narrowed as he put Rarity down, hurrying outside as he saw something he never thought he’d see in Ponyville. Fire. And not an accidental fire, mind you. A purposeful arson. How did he know it was purposeful? Well, the three dragons setting fire and causing chaos in Ponyville square quite helped clear up any misconceptions that this was an accidental fire. He growled deeply, angrily, as he looked back at Rarity. “C’mon. We got Ponies to check on.” He said, going out of the lust-fueled haze he was in and letting a calm fury consume him instead. He had a feeling he knew exactly who had done this.

And his theory was right. Off to the side, there were the Princesses, trying to put out the fires with Vera and Sindria using their individual skills to herd what ponies they could away from the fire, glaring with disdain at the dragons who caused this. Spike’s eyes narrowed in rage as he looked at the ‘leader’ of the group issuing orders.

“...And we want that little namby-pamby pony-dragon out here! I wanna see him squirm while we take over this place!” He said, his voice a bit cracked, tinged with madness as he looked around in glee at the carnage he had committed.

“Well, if it isn’t the three stooges. What’s up, Garble?” Spike said with a deep growl, his arms crossed over his chest as he saw the older dragon approach him, the tall, muscular male towering over him as the other two ‘enforcers’ walked over, the hostages fleeing for their lives when they saw an opportune chance. A wide grin was on Garble’s face as he stared down at the younger dragon.

“My my, didn’t you get a bit tall. But, once a squirt, always a squirt. Isn’t that right fellas?” Garble said, his posse chuckling it up and making their own comments which just agreed with what Garble said. Spike just sighed a bit, faceclawing as he glared up at Garble.

“Look. I’m in a VERY good mood right now. I’m gonna give you this chance to go. Now.” Spike threatened, green flames coming out of the side of his mouth and out of his nose as a threat. Garble looked un-impressed as he drew back to punch the young dragon. “Not Funny, Pipsq-”

Garble’s tirade was cut short when Spike promptly decked him, followed by a simple sweep up the feet...then a usage of the momentum on Spike’s part by shoving his claw into the face of the bigger dragon and thrusting him down into the ground head-first. The ground cracked a bit under the force, leaving Garble bleeding a bit from some peeled scales and a concussion. The other two dragons stood in shock as their leader was taken down so easily. Spike looked down at him un-impressed.

“C’mon. You were talking all that good shit a second ago. Then I slammed you into the ground! What’s wrong? Get up! Call your boys on me. Hit me! Fight me!” He said, roughly reciting the lines from a certain show he had watched while in the hospital. Everyone looked at him in shock as he cursed. He just blinked. “Is this really the time for you to be shocked?” He asked at a blinking Twilight, who just shook her head.

Garble growled when he finally gained consciousness, getting up quickly and moving away from Spike. “Lucky shot, kid! Now then, boys, lets get him!” Garble commanded, his two stooges going into the fray with Spike first, throwing punches and trying to claw at him, using more street-fighting and primal attacks rather than the finesse that Spike was showing.

The training was starting to show its fruits as Spike’s footwork managed to dodge and tail-swipes that the twosome had from the front. Garble managed to sweep around and try to get him from the back, which only got him a foot to the stomach and a couple seconds of disorientation as he went back into the fray. Three on one. And the one was winning.

“C’mon! Don’t you guys just wanna go back to wherever you came from and not get your butts kicked?” Spike asked, showing his bravado, but this triple assault showing its wear and tear on his body. He had small claw marks from where they managed to get him, and a bit of sweat was starting to accumulate on his body. Then, when the assault lightened, he got a bit worried. He needed to finish this quickly. He dodged the more stocky of the one’s claws, getting into his guard and preforming a hard knee into the jaw of the large dragon by pulling him into the knee, his impressive upper body-strength showing. The smaller dragon was dealt with rather quickly by a one-two combo: One in the liver and a second punch to the chin.

“Now...where is-”

“HELP!”

His blood ran cold with fear as he recognized the voice almost instantly, turning to the source. There, with Rarity, was Garble, holding her from behind, a claw dangerously close to her throat. His eyes gleamed with madness as he grinned maliciously at Spike, panting and backing up as the younger dragon stalked him dangerously, intense rage burning in the eyes of the purple and green dragon as his fists balled up tightly.

“Game’s over, Spike. Now...all you have to do is be a bit smart. That is, if you don’t want this cute little morsel to be hurt.” Garble said, pressing his claw closer to Rarity’s neck.

“What the hell do you want, man? Why are you going through all this trouble to mess with me, huh?”

“Why else? You turned your back on being a dragon and made us look like fools! You chose these sissy ponies over your own kind! I want to see you squirm and break before I forcibly drag you back to the outer lands and beat you to death!”

Spike growled a bit. “Put her down. I swear if you do anything to her I will-”

“You’ll do what, exactly? Cutting through her throat would be as easy as cutting through a ruby.” He said, making his point by sinking his claw into her throat a tiny bit, causing a little trickle of blood run down his claw and onto the ground.

Spike’s pupils shrunk as he saw that precious liquid fall onto the ground, even in that minuscule amount. He saw the pain flash across her features as he skin was pierced. The fear in her eyes as she saw her life flash before her eyes. Something...happened. Some primal state in him or some evil he had kept locked away suddenly took hold of his heart. The gates of hell had been opened inside of him as every muscle in his body tensed, his pupils disappearing and his fangs elongating, an evil presence coming off of him. His voice was raspy, cold, heartless as he stared right at Garble, even the young dragon knew what fear felt like. It gripped the red dragon’s heart coldly, mercilessly, as he backed away from the pony.

Evil had come to take residence in Spike’s heart, and was making its first appearance for all of Ponyville to see.