Author's Note

I know this chapter is kind of poorly done, I just wasn't that sure what to do with this part. However, at least now the real fun can begin. Also, the sex tag will be explained in a later chapter, but I'll say two things.

One: This place follows a pack mentality where the most powerful creature(no matter the species) is the most desired male by females.

Two: Drago is going to learn the horrors of heat season.

Chapter 5

Drago stood there wondering, 'How did it come to this again?' He thought back to the point where they had just gotten off the train.

Drago walked out of the cabin, his hood back up. He called Tiara and Spoon to him, and began to make his way out towards the door. When he arrived, he saw his escorts all waiting for him at the exit. He nodded to each of them and stepped down on to the station platform. He looked around at the crowd and noticed something, strange. In all of his years of dealing with nobles, Drago had come across two patterns when it came to their actions around new beings.

One: They would glare at it and instantly start to question what it is doing invading their 'elegant' space.

Two: They would be pointing and running in fear of it.

But, none of the nobles seemed to even spare him a passing glance. They all just went about their daily business, as if Drago had been with them since they were children. No screaming, no glaring, no nothing. As the rest of his party got off the train, Drago turned to Celestia, "Hey Celestia."

She turned to him, "Yes Drago?"

"Umm, what's with all of the nobles?" Drago said using his thumb to indicate the still walking ponies.

"Hmm?" Celestia tilted her head, a questioning look in her eyes.

"In all my experiences with nobles, they don't just ignore it when something new comes into their city. Most of the time, they just run in fear of it, or start to glare and gossip."

"Oh, don't worry about that, my sister and I have completely broken the nobles of that behavior. Believe me," she said this with an(attempt) at a motherly smile. Drago wasn't buying it for a second. It was clear that Celestia had ordered her subjects to not overreact when he got there. Cute trick, if only Drago didn't know nobles so well.

"Alright then, lets get going," Drago said beginning to lead them all towards the castle, which wasn't hard to spot since it was on a cliff. "So are we taking the long way to the castle or the short way?" Drago asked while slightly turning his head to look back at his entourage.

"We think the short way would be best, we wouldn't want to keep the dignitaries waiting any longer, would we our sister?" Luna asked Celestia.

She nodded, "Yes, Luna is correct, I believe I know a shortcut through the city, allow me to lead." Drago nodded and fell back a bit so Celestia was in the front. "So, Drago my sister tells me she visited you in your dreams."

"That she did Celestia, and I must say she is quite the conversationalist."

Rainbow flew up next to Drago, "So that's all you did while we were on the train?" She began to raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Yes, in fact it was Ms. Dash," Drago said with finality, ending the conversation.

They began to walk through the streets of Canterlot, the city just the way Drago remembered it. He still could hardly stand all of the colors, but he steeled himself. He looked down at Tiara and Spoon, both fillies still looking up at him, their eyes shining. Tiara was on his left, and Spoon was on his right, "Can you two please, not stand so close to me? It's kind of uncomfortable." They both bowed their heads and walked a respectable distance away from Drago. Drago thought for a second he felt Celestia glaring at him, but when he looked back, she was just staring straight ahead.

Shining was looking at them with concern, "How long does, whatever you did to them, last anyway?" Drago noticed that all of the ponies ears perked up at the question. Obviously, they were wondering how long it would be until Tiara and Spoon could be brought back under Celestia's hoof.

Drago wasn't nervous, but a tiny bit worried. He knew if he told them, it would give them a huge advantage over him, "Well-"

"HEY! What's the big idea?! Why in Tartarus did you bump into me bitch?!"

"What are you talking about?! You're the one who bumped into me dweeb!"

Thank the universe for that.

They all stopped walking and turned towards the commotion. Apparently, two griffons were currently staring each other down. One, a male judging by how much taller he was then the other, looked to be a guard griffon. He had on leather armor, and carried two scimitars on straps in his armor. His fur was blue in color, and covered in patches that looked like scares, while his body looked dark green, like swamp water. The female griffon, looked to be your average griffon. White fur with a brown body color and golden beak. However, this griffon was special, because Drago knew who she was.

Gilda Behertz.

Out of all of the characters and species in Equestria, the griffons were the main ones Drago could tolerate. They were basically Equestria's version of the Spartans, but not as awesome. Their warrior culture fit Drago like a glove, and if there was one griffon he liked the most, it would be Gilda. Out of all of them, she was one of the few to get an entire episode devoted to her. And if there was one thing Drago learned from fighting the griffons himself, it was to not fight someone out of your league, unless you knew you could beat them. And right now Gilda was way out of her league. Drago could tell, the male's stance, the way he carried himself, this man was a warrior, maybe a captain. He had far more training than Gilda, and could crush her like a bug. But he also knew that Gilda wasn't one to back down.

Gilda was having a bad day. She had just arrived in Canterlot to deliver some fish for the coming dignitary to eat. She should have been assigned to guard duty, but someone(CloudHorn) was apparently a good enough cock sucker to weasel the position away from her. Now here she was walking through the crowd of snobbish, dweeb ponies, when this fucking griffon smashes into her. To be fair she wasn't looking where she was going, but she didn't really care at that point.

"Hey! What's the big Idea?!"

Gilda was furious at this point. She didn't care who this fucker was, he just rammed straight into her and thought it was her fault! She didn't bother listening to the tiny voice in her head, telling her to back down, "What are you talking about?! Your the one who bumped into me dweeb!"

"Do you know who I am hatchling!? I'm the captain of the Griffon Royal Guard, as such you should be the one apologizing to me!" the male said.

"I wouldn't care if you sprang fully formed from the head of Zeus, you bumped into me!" Gilda said, getting closer to her opponent.

"Who the heck is Zeus?!"

"How should I know?! All I do know is that there is currently a bitch in front of me too stubborn to say 'I'm sorry'!"

The captain of the guard sneered at Gilda, his right talon drawing a scimitar. "Why you little..." he raised the scimitar above his head, bringing it down in an arcing strike. Gilda went wide eyed, she hadn't seen him draw it until it was too late. She close her eyes waiting for death.

But it never came.

"Excuse me," some kind of biped creature had grabbed the captains talon in its claws, "but it is not very warrior like to kill an unarmed opponent."

Drago had been watching the entire exchange. Knowing Gilda, things were going to get out of hand very quickly. Seeing the captain's right arm tense up, Drago thought 'Called it' and moved quickly, dashing to the griffon. He grabbed the arm when it was in mid swing, saving Gilda and stopping the male in his tracks. "Excuse me, " he began, still keeping a firm hold on the surprised griffons face. By now they had both turned to face him, their eyes growing wide at the sight of an unfamiliar biped. Gilda fell over on to her right side, relief making her body go slack. Also, Drago noticed, a small crowd had formed around them, eagerly waiting for Drago's next move. None more so, than Celestia herself. He knew this was her doing, she probably planned this from the start. A way to test his abilities and see what type of person he was. It was clear that Luna had kept her promise and not told Celestia much. He focused back on the situation at hand, "but it is not very warrior like to kill an unarmed opponent."

He let the male griffon's hand go, and the male scrambled backwards, drawing his other scimitar as he got into a bipedial stance. He held one sword horizontal and the other vertical, "Who or what the heck are you?!"

The griffon had gone to Drago's left, so Drago only focused his left eye on him, "My name, my dear sir, is Drago. And I would appreciate it if you were to kindly, apologize to the griffon you clearly bumped into." Drago looked towards Gilda's prone form, "Excuse me, what is your name young lady?"

"G-g-g-g-Gilda, Gilda Behertz," she said still a bit shocked at what happened.

"Well, then Gilda, if you do not mind, I would like to be your champion in this fight."

Gilda shot up and hovered next to Drago. While she was happy he had requested to fight for her, her wounded pride caused her to get angry, "Hey! I can take care of myself, and I don't need you to fight my battles for me!"

Drago turned to face the male griffon, "That maybe true, but as you can see..." Drago shouted out, "Excuse me, but would you please tell us your name?"

"It's ThunderClaw!"

"ThunderClaw here is certainly much more experienced and stronger than you, as evidenced by the scars on his body," Drago by pointing to ThunderClaw. Gilda looked ThunderClaw over and began to rethink her options. Of course, Drago knew she would be fine. Luna had told him how Celestia's 'children' can reform themselves from a single cell, though it takes them a long time. If Gilda were to attack, she would have been defeated, then reformed later on. But Drago also knew that these creatures still had that same sense of self preservation that all intelligent life has. The drive to survive, no matter what the cost.

He saw Gilda visibly swallow her pride, then she turned to him, "Alright fine. But don't think this means I owe you!"

Drago bowed to her, "Thank you ma'dam, the only thing I ask is that if I win, you will fight with me if the I ever request it."

"I said NOT to think I owe you!"

"You do not owe me. But according to the rules of the warriors and champions, 'If someone will fight for a ladies honor, he may ask a boon of her, no matter what it is. YOU don't owe me. But your honor does."

Gilda looked down, "Fine, whatever." She knew there was no arguing with that, unless she wanted to completely lose her honor. As a warrior she couldn't let that happen.

"May your will be done then," and with that Drago was gone. The next thing ThunderClaw knew, Drago had him by his face.

'Oh yeah that's how I got here' Drago thought as he shoved ThunderClaw forward, taking his feet out from under him. Drago then let go of the offending griffon's face and, while he was still falling, formed his hand into a fist. He then focused a tiny ounce of his magic into his hand, as he slammed it into the griffon's chest. The resounding shockwave from ThunderClaw hitting the ground, blew back the manes of all the ponies present. Drago brought his fist back up, and slammed into the griffon, hearing his bones crack as he screeched in pain. ThunderClaw tried to slash at Drago with his scimitars, but Drago was ready. He gabbed the griffon's wrist and twisted them, causing ThunderClaw to grunt in agony. Drago wrenched the swords from his grasp and put them up to the griffon's neck in a crisscrossing manor. "I believe you owe GIlda an apology," Drago told the prone griffon.

Knowing he was beaten, ThunderClaw choked out, "I'm sorry."

Drago grabbed his head and brought him to his feet, "Say it so all of these nice people can hear you!"

"Don't you mean ponies," some random voice from the crowd said.

Drago turned towards where he thought the voice came from, "If I ever start saying that while I am here, I will slice my own neck." He turned back to the griffon in his grasp, "Say it!"

"I'M SORRY!" Drago dropped the griffon on the ground.

He looked in Gilda's direction, "Lady Gilda, does this satisfy you." Then Drago looked at her wings, which were standing at attention. He pointed to them, "I shall take that as a yes." Gilda, cheeks turning red, sped off without another word.

He turned towards Celestia, "I believe that in order to avoid further problems, I would like you to teleport us to the castle, if it's not too much trouble."

Celestia still seemed deep in thought. Not thinking she heard him, Drago walked up to her and snapped his fingers. She shook her head as she came back to reality, "Hmmm. Oh, Uh, no Drago, it's no trouble at all." She turned towards the rest of the party, "Everypony gather round, were teleporting!" After everyone was in a circle, with Drago in the middle, Celestia focused her magic into a golden aura that encased the party. Soon, they were gone.

When Drago discovered he was going to Canterlot castle, he thought it would be a trap. The question was, what kind of trap was it going to be. Were they going to poison his food, wait until they got him alone then attack him, send an assassin at him while he was asleep, try to magically bind him as soon as he walked through the gates? He was expecting some kind of subterfuge, however, he always expected it to a subtle trap.

When they appeared in the Throne room of the castle, Drago was not expecting to see an entire army of dragons, griffons, changelings, Royal Guards, Night Guards, and minotaurs surrounding him about 5ft from the door, and the thrones themselves. They all had one thing in common, their eyes were black, like the abyss, and their mouths were filled with tentacles, and dripping with drool.

He was not expecting this kind of trap.

But that did not mean he couldn't beat it.

Sensing danger, Drago moved quickly dodging Shining Armor's lunge, his mouth filled with sharp teeth, ready to take a bite out of Drago. Shining missed, and hit the floor with a hard 'CRAK', signifying his broken teeth. Drago moved in front of Celestia, and made Null appear at his side. With his right hand, he withdrew Null and swung it in a diagonal slash, aiming for her chest.

Drago's fight had finally begun.