Death Likes me Rough

Death’s Pastime Pt. 2

The next day, had Spike and Ember watch as a large carriage being flown in by eight pegasi, with a large container tied down in the back. They had flown it all the way from the train station as to not strain completely on the weight of the container.

In truth, Spike had no idea what Vinyl had stored in the giant box; He assumed her bass cannon on wheels or some other party device. Either way, he hoped that this might boost the moral and spirits of dragons whom ever thought ponies were lame.

The pegasi landed not far from them, bringing the large container down with ease. Spike eyed the large box in the back with eager eyes, while his beloved stared at the large item with confusion.

“How… exactly is this going to be good for the dragons?”

Spike flashed her a wink.

“Like I said, if we can get dragons more into Equestria culture, it might bring us closer together. Plus… you said you were afraid that the couples might lessen the mosh pits and what not, this is guaranteed to make it memorable!”

One of the pegasi detached himself from the reigns of the carriage. Ember was about to stand in front of Spike, but he quickly pushed past her and came up to the pegasi.

“Star Stratus!” he yelled in excitement!

“Spike!” The pegasi and the dragon met in the middle in a big hug, somewhat confusing Ember. The Pegasus, who looked exactly like the others, almost identically, how the hell did Spike tell the difference?

The two males separated while the others began to unbuckle and detach the container.

“Its great to see you!” Spike chatted with excitement. “I haven’t seen you in a year!”

The pegasus, white colored coat, wearing traditional armor by their Princesses, responded with the same merit Spike had.

“Yeah! I had asked for a transfer upstate in Manehattan. However, when it turned out their was an attempted assassination on you and the Princess, I quickly asked for my old post. Which was great because they also were finding out there were a lot of agents within the castle!”

His mood dimmed and he seemed distraught about. Spike nodded with a bit solemn.

“Yeah, turns out Neighsay and a group of followers wanted to create some anarchy with everypony. Tried to turn Equestria into a Unicorns only paradise.”

Star snorted in disgust. “Yeah, what good that would do to Equestria?”

Spike shrugged. “And he might have had a bit of vengeance on me and Twilight for him getting kicked out of the school years later for his specism.”

The pegasus shook his head in disappointment, though a small smile took his face. “Somehow you and Twilight get into trouble where no pony else could or ask for.”

Spike chuckled at that. “Yup! That’s the daily lives of Spike the Dragon.” He then motioned for the crate behind him. “Speaking of, thanks for bringing this to the dragon lands. I can’t imagine being easy.”

The guard nodded. “Yeah, I was wondering why they had us bring something the way out here. I didn’t volunteer at first but when they said they needed trusted guards to deliver to you, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to say ‘Hi’.” The pegasus then looked back past Spike to see a blue dragoness behind him. “Hey, that your girl?”

Spike nodded. “Yep, though don’t let her hear you call her that. She is the Dragon Lord here and she is not your typical girl.” He warned with a smile. “But yeah… Anyways, thanks for bringing this. Good to see you again!”

“Yeah, bro. Anytime! When you gonna return back to Equestria?”

Spike was about to answer but paused. In truth, he was happy here, with Ember. Equestria would grow without him. But… he could not forget everyone he ever cared for there. So, he responded with a shrug.

“Not sure. Mom… err Princess Celestia and Twilight are on a hunt for Neighsay. So once he's captured, I could return. Though don’t expect that anytime soon.” The last part he emphasized with a bit of a louder voice so Ember could here.

His friend nodded. “Don’t worry, your folks and Equestria are looking for his ass. He ever gets caught, I’ll be sure to come get you myself so we could cheer as he is dragged away in cuffs!”

Spike smiled. “That would be great!”

The pegasus then reached and pulled the dragon into a hard hug. Spike returned and then let go.

“Thanks for coming then. I really hope to see you again!”

“Likewise, Spike.” He then turned around to whirl his hand up, pointing at the sky to get the pegasus ready to take off. “Well, I hope you the best here. Hopefully it ain't too tough for you.”

Spike shook his head and pointed with his claw towards Ember behind him. “Trust me, she is the toughest thing out here. Anyone messes with me, they have to go through her! And I ain’t afraid or ashamed to say that.”

He swore that despite his back turned, he could feel the face of Ember displaying the ‘damn straight!’ look at him. He could even tell her arms were crossed with satisfaction.

Star’s eyes confirmed what he had just said and he nodded. “I… can see that.” He shrugged. “Either way, good luck out here. Hope to see you soon!”

“Likewise.” With that, the pegasus returned back to his troops where they had finished unloading the crate. Then they all harassed themselves to the chariot and with a few flaps, they were airborne.

Spike gave another way as they flew overhead before they turned back north east towards the train tracks, watching them disappear in the distance. Ember moved up to him, pulling into his arm.

“How could you tell them apart? They looked exactly the same.”

Spike’s eyes crossed for a moment before looking at her in disbelief. “That’s racist… err spiciest, Ember.”

Ember crossed her arms, anger flaring. “They looked exactly… the fucking same! They wore the same armor, they had the same white… feathers… coat, whatever! They looked exactly the same!”

Spike shook his head, feigning disappointment. “Wow, and here I thought you were trying to be better with ponies for my sake.” He moved away from her and towards the container. Though in his mind, he was grinning like an idiot. “I would hate to bring you to Equestria anymore if all you see is ponies that look the same.”

Smoke left her nostrils as she growled. “They looked exactly the same, Spike! I can tell the difference in ponies now!”

Spike winced at her voice, matching almost exactly like her father’s, though for humor sense, he kept it up, reaching up to the container. “Right… and yet, why is it I could tell them apart, Ember? Why could I… a dragon… see the difference?” he asked her, giving her the best, straight look as possible. He was visibly cracking though, as small wisps of merit left his mouth.

Ember wasn’t dumb, nor was she close to fully understanding ponies and their weird looks and what not. But this was starting to piss her off and she could tell that Spike was messing with her.

Feeling the end of the joke, he quickly focused on the giant container, wondering what he received from Vinyl. Whether it was a bass cannon or just a large bass player, he hoped it would be enough.

“Now, we need is a group of dragons… or one big one to bring into the pits or something.”

“Why didn’t you ask them to bring them in?” asked Ember. “They had clearance to go all the way through.”

Spike nodded at that, not looking away from the crate. “Yeah, but they have feathers, Ember. And feathers burn up near volcanos and spewing lava pits. Not to mention that they don’t do well in heat.” He paused. “How many dragons would have thought they were here to invade before you told them to stop attacking?”

Ember grunted in agreement. “Right. So, we need a big dragon to carry from here to the pits…”

“Without them breaking it or holding it wrong!” Spike quickly emphasized, patting the container with light taps. “This is very delicate equipment and we need somedragon who is big but wont crush it.”

Ember snorted, a small puff of smoke leaving her nostrils. “That's like asking a dragon to sit still for five minutes without breaking something in boredom.”

Spike nodded, agreeing with that sentiment. “Yeah…” There was a moment of silence before he thought of one and looked towards her. “Your father…”

Ember blinked, not sure if she heard him correctly but seeing his look confirmed it. “My father?” He nodded. She thought on it and in truth, her father was probably the most reliable dragon in the lands. “Okay,” she agreed before adding. “Where are you going to keep it where it won’t get damaged and destroyed by dragons? Or be damaged or destroyed by volcanoes?”

“The pit?” he asked, as if that wasn’t the answer. “I mean, it’s nowhere near the lava lakes or rivers and we could set up a sort of… stage with overhead protection to it.” He then looked around the crate to see if Vinyl put in instructions or something. “While I read this, can you go and try to convince your father to do this?”

Ember gave a shrug. “I’ll try, but usually he wants compensation.”

Spike paused, hearing that. He looked at her. “Your father ever heard of Equestrian music?” She shrugged again. “Well, maybe him hearing this would be compensation enough. Unless he wants some other form of payments?”

“...Sunken ships.” Was the answer he got.

Spike blinked, wondering what that meant or if she was being serious. She was.

Torch looked at the crate, about the size of his palm, carrying an untold piece of Equestrian technology that could deliver sound and music to the dragons here. Yet, it was the size that really confused him; which according to Spike, could deliver said music to thousands around the system.

He looked down to his daughter and her mate. “And… you wished to bring Equestrian influence here?”

Spike nodded timidly to the giant, dragon that stood many times his size, as well as being the father of the dragoness he was currently in love with.

In truth, Torch knew of their pairing. He also surprisingly approved of their pairing, and that had nothing to do with the fact that his daughter was Dragon Lord or the fact that she obtained the Bloodstone Scepter. Spike’s intelligence made him the most assuring candidate to be Ember’s mate. Where he lacked in strength and draconic prowess, he made it for intelligence, emotional support and surprising will to see the good in others.

“Why?” Was his simple question, still looking over the crate. Spike prayed that everything inside was tied down and not going to break.

“Well, uh… Mr. Torch, I just want to bring something to help bring up the mood around here.” Torch merely blinked, waiting for him to continue, so Spike did. “Plus, I think that you may like Equestrian music if you give it a chance.”

The giant dragon snorted, which sounded like a volcano rumbling in the distance. “I somehow doubt that, young Spike. Last I heard of Equestrian music, it was nothing but ponies singing at the top of their lungs with that Draco-awful crying. What is so musical about a pony screaming at the top of their lungs in high pitched tones?”

Spike blinked, having a vague idea of what Torch was saying. “Uh, how long ago was this?”

“Does it matter?” Spike nodded. Torch rolled his eyes to the top of his head, shaking it left to right, trying to think on the exact time period before giving a small grumble and looking down at him. “I’d say about two or so centuries before.”

That all but confirmed it. “Yeah, you probably got the renaissance era of music or opera music, one of those. They were not the best of times for music.” He pointed at the container. “But that is wayyyyy better than that crap!”

Torch gave him another glance before looking at his daughter. She gave a shrug, pulling close to him. “I think it’s worth a try, father.”

The giant of a dragon, relented and began to move over, carefully carrying the giant crate. Ember and Spike took wing, following him towards the pit.

The pit was currently unoccupied, save for a few dragons lazing around. This was fine for Spike, for he would be able to set it up in peace without interference. Not to mention, he wanted this to be a bit of a surprise.

Arriving at the pit, other dragons that were around, watched as former Dragon Lord Torch hovered with heavy gusts of wind, landing near the center of the pit. Here, he set the grate down.

“Gently!” Spike yelled, almost with much dread, both at the delicate placements of the crate and the fact that he just yelled at Torch.

Torch snorted, landing with ease and then slowly lowered the crate. Once done, he moved away, allowing Spike to quickly exam the crate to make sure no signs of damage. “I know how to handle things carefully, whelpling. My intelligence is not that of your average dragon!”

Spike flinched at that, nodding. “Sorry, sir.”

Hearing his apology, let alone ‘sir’, actually put a grin on his face. “You are very respectful, young Spike. Truly rare to find a dragon with your kindness.” This earned a small blush from. “Its a wonder why my daughter is so smitten with you!”

Said daughter, looked bashful, embarrassed with her father’s tease. “Father!”

He kept his grin. “Now now, its the duty of every parent, be it Dragon, Pony or otherwise to embarrass their younglings.” Unfortunately, that was true, regardless of species. “Now, if nothing else, I will take my leave.”

Spike blinked. “Aren’t you going to ask for compensation, sir Torch?”

Torch loved hearing that, made him sound more formal, even intellectual, though he didn’t show it directly to them. “You bringing something new to the Dragon Lands here, maybe beneficial, but… you’ve made my daughter happier in years with you being here. Not to mention that you both have given me some form of entertainment here. Ember said that this music will encourage brawls that would be well remembered?”

Spike feared that, but he nodded hesitantly. “Yeah, I have a few songs in mind.” A pause. “Um, I can see dragons leaving here battered up or worse.”

Torch’s grin turned a bit more, worrying Spike. “Make it so and I will call it even.” With that, the giant of a dragon, made his way back home or his ideal area of rest. As they watched him go, Spike turned to his beloved.

“So… he collects sunken ships?”

She nodded. “Honestly it was one of the weirdest things I have seen him doing. He would be gone for hours as well, finding them either crashed ashore or deep in the seas, especially near pony territories. He could hold his breath for a few hours and come back up with broken ships.”

Spike thought it was actually pretty cool, especially if it meant recovering lost artifacts.

“He must’ve found like a lot of treasure and such down there, right?”

Ember scoffed, as if that wasn’t obvious. “Like you wouldn’t believe. Half if not more, of his hoard is treasure he has scavenged from the ships. If it weren’t the fact that he spends his free time doing something productive instead of lazing around, I would have called it a ‘stupid’ hobby.”

Once more, the dragon ideology of just being lazy or being covered in bruises and broken scales was the norm for them, while having particular hobbies was considered abnormal; Any hobby for that matter. Still, Spike felt that Torch would like to have an easier time enjoying his hobby if he knew where to look.

“I still want to pay him back. Maybe if I can send a pony to the ports of Equestria, they could bring back the logs of all the missing ships throughout the history, it may be easier for him to find and collect them.”

Again, he astounded her with his kindness and care for others, that set her heart aflame. Truly, he was a drake among drakes. Even when nothing is asked in return, he still pushes past the normal boundaries of what defines a normal dragon. Perhaps in the future, normal would be, being like Spike. She would hope so… for any future family in mind.

Spike went to work on setting up the bass cannon. Now, when Ember saw the opening of the crate, she wasn’t expecting to see what she saw. Two giant towers of white ‘speakers’, as Spike called them, standing taller than both of them. In between them, sat a metal area of knobs, lights, switches and such that flew over her head. Yet, Spike looked like a hatchling seeing their first hoard. His mind portrayed youth and innocence, yet he immediately began to play and mess with the knobs and buttons.

Other dragons in the area, gazed from a distant at the odd contraction set up in the middle of the pit. Two particular dragons came into view upon seeing the machine in the middle of the pit, along with Ember and Spike.

Hearing their wings, both Ember and Spike looked up to see a familiar dragoness descending down upon them, accompanied by a brown dragoness that matched her in height.

“Smolder!” Spike waves towards the teen. Smolder had grown, just like Spike had, albeit her height matched Ember’s. The orange dragoness waved as she landed along side the other dragoness.

“Hey Spike, Lord Ember!” Ember gave a small nod before looking towards the brown dragoness.

“Is she the one your currently dating then?”

Smolder paused and looked towards her partner, who gave a shy nod. “Yep! Left Ocellus for a real dragoness, one that could keep up with me and match my gruff!” She stated, almost boastfully and pulling in the dragoness tightly to her. The brown dragoness, gave a shy wave and blushed at the sudden tight squeeze from Smolder. Smolder gave her a quick lick to her cheek, causing her to squeak.

Ember and Spike both looked unconvinced, knowing that Smolder was full of herself, their half lidded stare stating it. In unison, both turned to the brown dragoness and said, “Hi Ocellus.”

Smolder expelled the pride she had, letting out a groan, while the shy brown dragoness shyly waved before a flash of ice blue flame surrounded her and she transformed into her changeling form.

She was shorter than Smolder still, but she too had grown. Now she was as tall as most ponies and had a perfect figure that most ponies found attractive in the changeling. Average size B-cups with a neat hour-glass figure.

“What did she do to convince you to play along this time?” asked Spike, as he went back to the turntable.

“Well… she thought that if-”

“My brother might get me killed if he told my parents I was dating outside my species. So I told her to play as a dragoness.” She snorted, wrapping a supportive arm around the changeling. “I am not sure I could handle getting disowned.”

Ember crossed her arms, snorting a puff of smog from her nostrils. “Not if I have anything to say about it. If I have to convince them to support you, I will, just say the word and my word is law!”

Smolder gave a half measured smile. “Thanks, I appreciate that but I uh… don’t want them to fully hate me.”

“I’m surprised that you both have been together for years now that they still don’t know.” Spike pointed out as he rummaged around for his music. “Ocellus, was Thorax mad with you when you told him?”

The changeling shook her head, giving a genuine smile. “No, in fact, he was supportive of cross-species dating and courting. He wants changelings to be with whoever they want to be, as long as through love and support.” Her smile somewhat dropped to a tired one. “Though Pharynx was a bit more, threatening to rip Smolder’s scales if she ever betrayed my trust.” Ember looked ready to explode with rage but Smolder quickly put her claws up to calm her before she did.

“I told him he didn’t have to worry about a thing. When it comes down to life mates, we treat them better than our hoards. So I told him that ‘if you don’t back off, your brother is only going to have ashes to remember him by, because I care for Ocellus more than anyone else, and I will incinerate anyone who tries to her hurt’, including him.”

Ember actually grinned at that. “Damn straight, we will fuck with anything that tries to mess with our mates.”

“I take it he loved that?” Spike asked in obvious sarcasm. He pulled out a booklet that contained all of his CD’s marked with his name, a smaller one marked ‘Starlight’s and then pulled out box full of Vinyl’s vinyls, called funnily enough, ‘Wubs for Everyone’.

The changeling nodded, grumbling a bit, while Smolder puffed her chest in pride. “He thought Smolder would make a good protector for me, as well as telling her she’s got the ‘nads’ to talk back to the most ‘dangerous changeling’ around.”

Spike nodded and smiled as he began to look through his CD case. Both Smolder and Ocellus stared at the base station in the middle of the pit in the Dragon Lands. “Spike, why is that thing here?”

Ocellus quickly reverted back to her dragoness form as dragons saw the addition of something here that wasn’t there before.

Spike gave a wave with one of his Cd's in claws. “I kinda screwed up the brawls here by hooking a bunch of dragons with each other. So I thought I could bring a little Equestria influences here to start some new trend.” He paused and began to scan his library. “Mostly to bring ‘metal’ to the dragon lands.”

Smolder’s and Ocellus’s eyes went wide at the implications, earning a smirk from Ember. “So you know what this means, right?”

Smolder looked astounded and somewhat ecstatic at what she was told, while Ocellus looked worriedly and somewhat scared.

“What you are about to unleash-” she began frightfully.

“-Can be the greatest brawls and mosh pits in the history of the Dragon Lands!” Smolder all but screamed that out loud. Any nearby dragons caught it, soon began to talk among themselves.

This seemed to please the three dragons minus the changeling disguised as one, though she remained silent upon hearing it.

“They will be legendary!” Stated Ember, grinning madly. “If we can get this loud enough and for them to understand it, these things could go on forever!”

“Yep!” Agreed Spike. “But we need to find a way to amplify these things. There loud enough as is, but we need for them to be heard for a large crowd.” He waved it off for now. “We’ll figure it out later, but for now, I need to see what I can play that dragons may enjoy. If you girls want, you can help me choose what may sound good. Smolder, you generally know what good metal is. Ember, you could be the test and see what makes you riled up! Ocellus…” The three dragons looked at the disguised changeling, wondering what she could do.

She looked meekly, even in her dragon form. Un-intimidating and soft, something not seen in dragons. “You want to keep track of power levels and system? I know your starting to get into Equestrian tech.”

This pleased her and she nodded eagerly, approaching the turntable and began to look over the equipment. Spike and Smolder began to look over the collection to see what would work.

“Let’s see,” Spike began, checking each disk. “Maybe we could try… Maretallica?”

Smolder rubbed her chin. “A good start, but only a few songs would be good to play at. We’ll keep that as a few starters.” She then looked at other labels.

“Hey, what about Dragonforce?”

Spike gave a small grimace. “A little too on the nose, no? Besides, they’re power-metal. I think we should start on a bit heavy, then slowly show them other types.”

Smolder nodded in agreement, she moved over to Starlight’s albums. She saw a bunch of unique bands on here. “Woah, Starlight listened to some really intense shit here. Huh… ‘Aroo Enemy’?”

Spike thought on that one, giving a have shrug. “Female vocalist might be good to influence for the females. Put that to the side.”

Smolder did so, before pulling another. “Powerwolf?”

Spike shook his head. “Good band but they appeal to the ‘Diamond Dogs’ more. Same with ‘Disturrrbed’, ‘Lamb of Dog’, and ‘Bad Wolf’, though we could choose a song from each.”

She pulled on another one. “Panthera?”

“Absynnians.”

“Chimaira?”

“Griffins.”

“Slaying?”

Spike nodded at that. “Bunch of good ones.”

“Rammstein?”

“I could barely understand ‘Germaren’, so it might fly over their heads.”

She flipped through more. “Ghost B.C.?”

“I love them to death, yes.” He answered enthusiastically. He pulled out one and showed it to her with a glint in his eyes. “Dimare Borgir!”

Smolder blinked. “Haven’t had a chance to hear them.”

The rest of the time, the two went back and forth, trying to pull songs from their list. Ember looked at them with confusion, wondering what they were saying. Ocellus meanwhile pulled in close to her, still intimidated by the Dragon Lord, but stuck close.

“They are… uh, setting a list of songs to play.”

“I get that-” she answered evenly. “Just the names are more odd then anything. I mean, ‘Slaying?’ ‘Chimera?’ ‘Ghost B.C?’ What does the ‘B.C.’ even stand for?”

Ocellus thought for a moment, trying to remember this particular band since it was on Smolder’s list to listen too. “I think that it meant ‘Before Celestia’ though I could be wrong.”

“The band was around before Princess Celestia? I thought she was thousands of years old?”

Ocellus shook her head. “No, it’s just their title, kind of like a fancy name.” She paused hearing more of the list of bands being named. “They are mostly just titles, just to draw attention.”

“So… different names attract them to their music?”

Ocellus bobbed her head to the left and right. “More or less, but it also has to do with the type of music they are playing. There are a lot of bands that play different types of music, different types of rhythms and so on.”

“Alright, I think that’s it.” Both turned to see Spike and Smolder finished with their music lists. They had satisfied grins on their faces, both giving each other a fist bump before turning to Ember and Ocellus.
“We’re about to rock these Dragon Lands!”

Set up in the middle of the pits, Spike began to light up the speakers, linking them up with the batteries. Hopefully they would last the next couple of nights. He wanted to really show off to the dragons and hopefully bring the lot of them closer to Equestria.

Smolder would be his backup, Ocellus would be the one to help him with the technical aspect and Ember, would be the one he would be impressive to the end.

“So what’s the first one we want to draw in the crowd?” Asked Smolder excitedly.

Spike looked from his list. He looked up and saw that there were already a bunch of dragons in the area. Many pulled up and looking at the odd end of the machine, looking at it with a curious looks. Some came close enough to smell it at the odd device. They scurried around, kinda reminding him of-

Smiling, he thought of something that made him snicker. “I got the perfect one.” Dials turned up to eleven, bass on max and with perfect timing, he threw down the beat.

The music instantly blew from the giant speakers and blasted the eardrums of every living thing within two hundred foot radius with the surrounding area being filled with the sound of music instantly. Drums played hard with the first drop.

The dragons closed by jumped in surprise, roaring in confusion or shock. It was instantly followed by the heavy strung of the guitar playing. The blend of the music began to reach a high, with ears still ringing with the sudden explosive music shock.

Ember’s ears were ringing a bit, trying to shake it off. She felt like she was at the center of a volcano exploding and that the epicenter was… melodic. As her ears began to focus, she heard the clarity and loud vocals of a male singing.

‘In times of turmoil, in times like these. Beliefs contagious, Spreading Disease! This wretched mischief is now coursing through your souls! Never to let go! Never to let go!’

‘Rats!’

The dragons recovered from their initial blast of the music, slowly regained their senses and learned a new one. As Spike and Smolder bobbed their heads at the music, a few began to slowly raise their heads up and down. Ember felt a wave of something coming to her. She felt… energy, she felt loud, she felt power through this.

As the music continued with a high note, dragons from the area began to circle the little group.

‘Into your sanctum, you let them in! Now all your loved ones and all you kin! Will suffer punishments beneath the wrath of god!’

‘Never to forgive! Never to forgive! Them Rats! (Aaah - Woah!)’

The music station began to flash random lights, almost blinding, even in the day time. Music began to really reach many, soon, others began to sway to the music, like some invisible force moving their bodies. Dragons, at least the teens or young enough to be in the pit, began to move in tune with the music.

The older, larger dragons that watched or heard from the distance, moved their larger heads to the sides, slowly becoming part of the rhythm.

Ocellus, who had first held her ear holes tightly against the loud music, had slowly adjusted to the music. Her form loosened and only until she felt the warm claws of Smolder, did she find that the music was actually nice.

‘Rats! Aaah - Woah!’

‘Rats! Aaah - Woah!’

‘This devastation left your cities to be burnt! Never to return! Never to return!’

As the music slowed a bit, more and more dragons moved into the tone, even though a few could barely understand the fast pace of the vocals, many were bobbing their heads or swaying side to side.

Ember didn’t really understand them herself but again, the tempo, the way her body swayed and moved, it felt right. Where has this been all of her life? Among the dragons, the couples that had formed the day before, were joining together with the music. Garble himself, along with his friends, had moved towards the near center, along with their newly acquired mates.

The music reached the ears of many, with many slowly starting to hum or growl to the tune. Ember know knew why these Equestrians like their music. Nothing compared to what her father described, yet infinitely better.

‘These filthy rodents are still coming for your souls!

Never to let go! Never to let gooooooo!

‘Rats!’

In a scattered form of unison, the dragons roared, ‘Aaah - Woah!’

‘Rats! Aaah - Woah!’

‘Rats! Aaah - Woah!’

As the final vocals died, the rhythm lowered but still kept the energy, the dragons in the area bobbed their heads, swayed and turned, flapping their wings, swinging their tails and roaring in approval. Ember saw joy in many dragons faces, but she saw something else with them. She saw a unison, a way for them to move around together and with purpose.

The music died and silence followed, though not eerily. Instead, a left a lot of dragons wanting. Spike pulled into the mic.

“Hello my fellow drakes and nesses! I hope you all enjoyed that!”

Many dragons roared in agreement, though a few were still unsure of what they heard. Continuing on, he gave a way to the speakers. “What you just heard is a little bit of Equestrian influences! That’s right! Ponies made this!” This threw many dragons off, not believing what he said.

“Ponies made this?” Yelled one in disbelief.

“This was way to strong for them to handle, there is no way!” Screamed another.

“Is there more?” asked one right in front. Spike saw that it was Garble. It seemed that he didn’t mind it, in fact his mates seemed even more into it then he was.

“Well then, if you guys don’t mind that it was made for Equestrians then?” He got no denial or negative feedback. “Are you ready for more!?” Spike roared into the mic.

A near deafening roar was his answer. His grin remained and he slapped down another song from a different label.

Once more, the intense blast of the speakers hit the audiences, but this time, they were prepared for it. An almost immediate hit of guitars and drums tore through the speakers, with an eerie stream of base that gave a high tune of epic proportions. Spike felt his heart light up, as he saw what could possibly the best part of his life here, now in the Dragon Lands.

This was just the beginning!

Author's Note

So sorry this took me awhile. A couple of things I wanted to see was how the ending of MLP was gonna happen and what did they leave out.
Apparently, they left a lot out, so I just had to make sure. Now, I know the ending is not specific here, so I still have it the same, with the shows original ending still gonna happen just not in the same way.
Anyways, the music I will be putting up here and the next chapter, will have meaning for the story later on, so if any of you truly pay attention to the lyrics of the music I choose, you may even find some foreshadowing that may lead you to a surprise!
Now, you can still throw in a few bands to list in here, but majority of the music will carry meaning and notes that I think dragons would enjoy. As for now, Lamb of God, Metallica, Ghost, Dimmu Borgir and a few others will be used in the next chapter. Details will be given then.
Lastly, Death likes me rough will begin to take influences from you. There will be actions in the future where you the reader, will decide how this story goes. It may lead to interesting conclusions. Thank you all for reading this and I hope you enjoy the series more!
(Sorry no editors were used in making of this fic)

Update: The reasoning for Torch's love of boats comes from QueenColdArt. I recommend that you check them out! I actually will be using more of their work(Already asked for permission) for later on. The work done there is so on point with the show!