Rise of Spike

Rise of Spike 2

I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!

...III...

Ember suddenly remembered that she was yelling and shaking a baby and quickly calmed down, apologized, and set him down. Her father was right, she could be a bit of a hothead at times.

When she first saw this baby drake wandering the land alone, she was immediately drawn to him out of curiosity. Both because of how irresponsible it was to have a drake that age allowed to wander around by himself...and because of all the weird 'stuff' he had all over his body.

She was originally planning to let him get roughed up a bit before swooping in to rescue him- hey, it's a cruel world. If your dumb enough to wander away from your mom while your young and helpless you deserve having some sense knocked into you...at least that's how dragons viewed it.

That plan ended when she saw him shoot fire from his HANDS! BOTH OF THEM! Like any good, pragmatic dragon she was always interested in learning new ways to beat things up so naturally she rescued him to learn how he did that...well, that and she owed him for giving her the hilarious sight of Garble getting neutered. Funniest. Sight. EVER.

Regardless, she needed to calm down. She was clearly upsetting the little guy. "Sorry about that little buddy. How about I bring you back to your momma? Would you like that?" She said in her best, maternal voice.

This, naturally did not go over that well with Spike. "Why are you talking to me like that? I'm not an infant you know." He says annoyed.

This completely took Ember by surprised! "Wait, wha- How old are you?" she asked confused.

Spike snarled, "I'm 13 years old, thank you very much!" He snapped irritably.

Ember frowns...the turns him around to look at the spikes on his back, "Hey!" Snaps Spike annoyed, "What are you-

Ember ignores him and counts his Spikes, which indicate a dragons age. "Wait...seriously? Your 13?" She asks baffled as she takes another look at him.

"YES! WHY IS THAT SO HARD TO BELIEVE!?" Shouts Spike angrily.

Ember stood corrected...This was funniest sight EVER. She fell to the ground and rolled around laughing.

Spike was steaming, "What is so funny!?" He demands. "(snort) Well- (snicker) for one thing I'm 13!" She laughs.

Spike felt his face heat up as he get a sinking suspicion of where this was going. "Uh...what, so your...tall for your age?" He asked/pleaded.

Ember smirked, "Nope, completely average height for my age group, your the one that's below Average short-stuff."

And then giving another chuckle she quips, "In more ways then one it seems." She said while giving a meaningful and gleeful glance at his groin.

Spike couldn't be more red if he tired; there was a cute girl here, laughing at his naked body, flat out telling him his 'equipment' wasn't 'up to snuff'.

He covers himself humiliated, "Hey, come on! I- I'm due for a growth spurt ANY day now!"

Ember laughed, "And who told you that, your mom?" She mocks.

Spike just glares back defiantly, "For your information my mom is one of the most learned and wisest pony there is, so she knows what she talking about!" He proclaims stiffly.

Ember's eye's widened, "Wait, did you just say Pony?"

Spike groaned at his slip, Celestia had warned him that dragons might not take too well to him being raised by ponies and to not mention it if it could be helped.

But regardless Spike just glares at Ember defiantly, "Yes, I was raised by ponies...and I'M proud of it! And I also can't wait to get back to them!" He says aggressively.

Ember snickers, this shrimp was trying to act all tough... it was adorable! But in all seriousness...

"What are you talking about!? How can a pony raise a dragon!? Actually, strike that. You'd rather be with a bunch lame ponies then your own kind!?" She asks that last part insulted

Spike glares back angrily, "Those 'Lame' ponies have given me love, affection and a roof over my head for 13 years! Whereas I've barely been with my own 'kind' for 13 minutes and I've been attacked, insulted and humiliated! Who would you rather be with!?" He snaps back defiantly.

Ember is about to naturally say 'Dragons'...but then she actually thinks about what Spike was saying...annnnnd... "Huh, wow, that's actually a very good point." She admits reluctantly.

She shakes her head and gets back on track, "But seriously though, a pony raising a dragon? How dose that happen?"

Spike's eye's lit up, this he actually enjoyed talking about! So he began telling his life story-

Ember listened with some interest...some of it was interesting; like personally knowing Princess Celestia(there was a reason Dragons dared not invade Equestria after all) and being involved in fights with Nightmare Moon, Discord, Sombra, Tirek and the like(what Dragon didn't enjoy a good fight?)...but the rest was kinda boring. So she mostly zoned out and enjoyed the view of his tiny 'twig and berries'.

Finally, she got REALLY bored and just pounced on Spike while he was busy talking. "HEY!" He shouts annoyed, then turns red as she presses himself against him and whispers into his ear.

"So...basically, what I'm hearing...you have no experience with any dragons? And know nothing about us?"

Spike blushed, but nodded.

So Ember gets an idea; "Here's what I'm thinking: I help you survive here...you teach me that trick you did earlier. What do you say?"

Spike gulped...but realized that without her he'd probably be dead by now...so he reluctantly agrees...

She smirks and climbs off him, Spike then tries to collect himself and ask the first question. "So...what exactly happens during 'The Gauntlet?'" Celestia hadn't known much about it.

Ember smirks: "Oh, it's basically a huge rite of passage for a dragon. Full of fighting, contests and sex."

Spike's eye's bugged out, "S-S-SEX!?" He exclaims mortified.

Ember laughs, "Yep, not gonna lie...your gonna get laughed at a LOT. And not just for your LITTLE friend" She teases playfully giving another meaningful glance at his 'area'.

Spike just groans miserably as he covers himself...he was already regretting this...

...Meanwhile...

Garble groaned as he entered his home, it would take weeks for his scales to grow back properly! And his poor genitals... That stupid baby...and that stupid Ember! What bussines was it of her what he did for fun!? Why he ought'a-

"Dare I ask what happened to you?!" Boomed a thundering voice.

Garble gulped and turned to the dragon that towered over him, "Oh...dad, your home early-

"Don't change the subject! How did you disgrace our family name today? Did one of the weaklings you choose to fight best you?!" He snarled irritably.

"What, no! It was Ember who did this! I-

"EMBER!? You idiot! Need I remind we are on thin ice with the Dragon King?! And you go pick a fight with his daughter?! AND LOSE!? Honestly, why can't you be more like your younger brother Drago-

"Wha- Drago is the reason were on thin ice in the first place!" Grable shouts angrily, "And he's in exile!"

"Correction, he's in exile because he fought the dragon King for Dominance- AND NEARLY WON! -if the cave hadn't broken and allowed sunlight to come in and blind him at a crucial moment our family would be royalty right now!"

Garble snarled, as much as he hated to admit it...his dad wasn't exaggerating. First Draco had kidnapped Ember and forced King Torch to fight him in an underground cave. Not only did the narrow space rob Torch the usual advantages him being ten times bigger then others gave him, but he also couldn't use his flames in that enclosed space lest he burn Ember by mistake.

The fight lasted for hours, and Garble had remembered being annoyed as other onlookers praised how despite lacking experience Drago being a natural gifted prodigy was apparently easily making up for it...

In any case like his dad said...even Drago's most vocal detractors couldn't deny that without that last minute lucky brake...he would've won...BUT DID EVERYONE HAVE TO KEEP RUBBING THAT IN HIS FACE!?

"Come on dad! It wasn't like that! Ember attacked ME defending some uppity baby drake that could somehow shoot fire from his hands-

"WHAT!?" Suddenly Drago found himself lifted in the air.

His father Shendu looked at him with interest, "Tell me more..."

…III...

TO BE CONTINUED?