Bang, Bang , Bang, Bang....
“Hey! Stop that racket!” yelled a large bipedal canine. "If you keep that up we’ll throw you into the pit.” He growled angrily at the source of his frustration. A frustration that been banging on it's cell for the past 3 hours.
'Come and try it.' The prisoner thought from the dark corners of the cell. Lying there on the dirt floor was known other than Spike The dragon, muzzled and traped. After slamming into the bars one more time, Spike fell down breathing heavily through his muzzle. ‘Well this is a fine mess you got yourself into, ain’t it Spike?’ The dragon told himself as he thought back to when he got captured.
flashback
“Don’t worry Twi, I’ll be fine. If I can survive living with you, I can survive going gem hunting.”
“Yeah, but in diamond dog territory?” retorted Twilight. Currently outside the School of friendship, Twilight and Spike were currently in the midst of argument.
”Come on Twi, those mutts wouldn’t dare mess with me. And hey, if they do, i’ll just breathe fire.” Spike said, puffing out his chest in a proud manner. Looking down at her however, he could tell she didn’t she share his confidence. Crouching down, he pulled Twilight into a hug. ”Hey, don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Worst comes to worst, I’ll just call you girls, and you’ll save the day like old times.” Spike told Twilight as he released her.
Looking up at her old assistant she closed her eyes and sighed “Alright, you can go, but only-”
“Yahoo!” Interrupted Spike. Unfolding his wings he begins to take off, only to be encased in a violet aura.
“Hold on there, Mr. The Dragon, aren’t you forgetting something?” She levitated a familiar bag from the castle into Spike's claws. “You still haven’t taken my care bag.”
“Come on Twi, please don’t make me take this.” It wasn’t as if the bag was very embarrassing. It was a simple white backpack she had made. However, to Spike, it was a symbol of her overly mothering him. He knew she meant no harm, but still it was a bit much. He was only going to scavenge for gems for a few hours. After that, he was heading back his home.
“Hoh no, don’t you ‘Come on Twi’ me, you’ve been avoiding this bag since you moved out, and I won’t let you go until you take it.” She further pushed the bag into Spike's arms. " I’ve been waiting for you to come and visit, to mail me, to at the very least tell me you're fine. I know you don’t live at the castle anymore, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to ignore me.” She said, before beginning to give the dragon a look that could rival Fluttershy’s infamous stare.
”Okay, okay, I’ll take it...but only if you let me go.”
Putting Spike down, she walks up to him and said “Spike, promise me when you get back that you’ll stay at the castle for at least a month.”
“A week.” said Spike.
“Two weeks”. Retorted Twilight.
“Deal.” Spike finally agreed, shaking her hoof. Unfolding his wings, Spike took off, but not before looking back at Twilight. She looks at him with a look of promise as she walk back into the castle.
In the diamond dog territory, Spike was gathering gems as always when he was approached by two armored diamond dogs.
“Hey lizard, what do you think you're doing with our gems!?” One of them snarled, pointing his spear towards the pile of gems.
“I’m gathering them” Spike stated bluntly, putting his backpack to the side. ”So unless you want to get roasted, I suggest you go back where you came.” He bluffed, trying to appear a bit more menacing. ’Damn it, I didn’t think they would be out this early...’
Unwavering, the dogs stood their ground. ”We aren’t afraid of you, dragon. We dealt with your kind before. Always taking what isn’t yours, using others for your own gain.”
That hit a nerve. Spike began to walk forward, only to stop after a spear was shoved in his face.
“Don’t take another step or you’ll be missing an eye. Now get out of here, or we’ll make you pay dearly.” Growled one of the dogs.
Needing to make a choice, Spike picked the best solution he could think of. He ran out of the cave, leaving the gems he had worked so hard to find.
After a few minutes, Spike stopped to catch his breath. ”Damn it!”
‘Why did Twilight raised me to be so freaking soft?’
It’s not that he wasn’t strong, or that he couldn’t fight. He was raised to only fight if necessary. Strong morals were a blessing and a curse. He hoped Twilight packed him a water bottle or something. Reaching around his hip, however, he found nothing…
After re-retracing his route, even as far as to return to the cave where the diamond dogs from earlier found him, he still could not located his pack. So with only one possible explanation, he snuck into the diamond dogs’ lair, finding it was easy since they hardly bothered closing their entrances. Navigating the tunnels, however, was the hard part. After chasing his own tail for who knows how long Spike found what he assumed to be their treasure room.
later
“Sweet Celestia, I did it!” Covered in blood, sweat, and tears, Spike finally found Twilight’s care bag. Ignoring the various gems, treasure, gold, rare artifacts, he grabbed the bag and held it overhead, shouting, “Yes! Take that you fucking shit hole! I hope you, and whatever made you, rot in the deepest darkest pits in Tartarus!”
Practically ripping open the bag, he rummaged through it until he found a water bottle. Not caring about the plastic, he ripped open the bottle with his teeth. Gulping the water down, savoring the refreshing taste, he began to pour the rest on himself. Letting the bottle drop to the floor, Spike allowed himself to fall over.
Tired and lost, he decided the best course of action was to rest until he could gather himself and remember the tunnels he took to get here. Looking up at the ceiling, Spike's eyes begin to close, trying to fight off sleep but ultimately giving in, even as he heard voices.
Too tired to care, he allowed the darkness to take him.
present
Okay , so maybe letting his guard down and falling asleep in enemy territory was bad idea.
Scratch that, it was a stupid idea.
Urgh, Twilight was gonna kill him. If word got out that he was captured and imprisoned, she'd give him the biggest ‘I told you so!’ speeches. He couldn’t deny the diamond dogs were smart enough to muzzle him, denying access to one of the most useful tools in his arsenal. His arms and legs were locked and chained together, and his wings were strapped to his back. There were guards posted on both sides of what he assumed to be their prison.
All and all, this could be much worse.
“Alright, get in there you mutt…” Spike heard as he turned his head towards the door to see a vaguely familiar diamond dog getting forced into his jail cell by one of the guards.
“Hey, hey, I’m going, alright! No need for poking...”
“I’ll stop poking ya with this here spear when you learn your lesson, Rover.” Stated the guard.
After watching the guard leave, the now named Rover sat down on the floor with an annoyed expression, not noticing the giant purple and green dragon that was currently behind him.
“I can’t believe them, leaving me behind to get caught! Those no good, lazy mongrels.” Getting up, he begins to pace around the room. “I swear when I get my hands around their necks, I’ll...I’ll. " He sighed. " I’ll do nothing...”
Looking defeated, he stopped his pacing and began to dig a hole in the ground, unknowingly beginning to throw bits of dirt towards Spike, who started to move out the way, which caused his chains to jingle and alert Rover.
Looking behind him he finally noticed Spike, who was currently trying to shake off the dirt that was thrown his way. For what felt like hours, the two stared at each other, afraid to make a move. Seeing that the dog was as scared as him, Spike sat back down and went back to fiddling with his cuffs. Rover, however, scurried to the opposite end of their cell, cowering in fear that the dragon would break out of its imprisonment and wreak havoc upon the closest thing in its vicinity, which was currently him.
After what had felt like hours of nothing but constant jingling and jangling of metal, Rover couldn't take it anymore, and spoke up. "Hey, dragon! Can you please stop that maddening noise?"
Looking up, Spike remembered that rover was still there. 'Hey, maybe he might be able to help me with this. It's worth a shot.'
Getting up, Spike began to walk over to Rover, who immediately started to cower again. Once in front of him, he crouched down, waving his shackles in front of the other prisoner.
Unfortunately, all that did was cause him to cower even more. 'This isn't going anywhere, and i can't get out of these by myself.' Sitting down facing Rover, Spike decided to do the one thing he could do: sleep it off.
After some time, Rover looked up to see Spike asleep with his muzzled head nodding off. Getting up, Rover crawled his way towards the bars. "Psst, over here!" He whispered to one of the guards.
"What?" said the guard.
"Shhh, it will hear you! Hey, let me out of here, I don't want to be dragon chow." Rover whispered.
"I'm not losing my position for a mangy mutt like you, and show some backbone. Can't you tell we got him chained up?" He growled, pointing to the still sleeping Spike.
"But what if-"
"If nothing. There’s no way that dragon is getting out of here, and if you had any brain in that head of yours, you'll know why. Now if you’re down asking dumb shit questions, I'm going on break." Interrupted the guard, as he walked out of the prison mumbling something about chains and dumb questions.
Letting go of the bars, Rover began going over what the guard said. Looking at Spike, he saw how he still haven't busted out yet. He moved closer to spike, and inspected that, aside from a few scratches and dents, the cuffs held firm. Careful not to wake him up, Rover expected the strap is what kept the muzzle attached to Spike. For a moment he contemplated if what he was going to do was a good idea. He looked around, then sighed and unfastened the strap. Pulling the muzzle off Spike, arms trembling, he sat it down.
"Hey. Hey dragon, are you awake?" Questioned Rover. He then reached over and tapped Spike's snout, questioning his sanity. Soon enough, Spike begins to wake, taking a deep breath and yawning, showing rover all his pearly whites. The still drowsy dragon looked down at the diamond dog, then noticed the muzzle that was previously on his face was lying on the ground next to the quivering dog.
"Hey, did you take that off me?" Asked Spike. The diamond dog nodded.
'Ok, so not everyone here is an asshole, but he's in prison with me, so does that make him a bad guy or my accomplice? Man, jail is weird…’
"So um, I'm gonna break out of here. Are you coming with or....?" asked Spike politely.
"Yes! Um, I mean...yeah, I could use the help." replied Rover.
Lifting his nonexistent eyebrow, Spike held his cuffs close to his face, preparing to burn them to cinders before Rover told him to stop. "Hey what gives? I'm trying to bust us out of here, unless you care to try." Spike said.
"Yeah, well if you do that we'll uh... suffocate due to the smoke from you fire. And, umm, you can't expect to get very far without knowing these tunnels." replied Rover.
"Well, okay. Then you're coming with me."
"Huh?" Rover responded, flabbergasted. "What do you mean I’m with you? I never agreed to helping you! I just want out of any trouble you cause..."
"Well that backfired pretty badly on you, because now you're my accomplice. I'm pretty sure taking off my muzzle counts as assisting me, and if you think about putting it back on, you're toast. So until we get out of here, you’re stuck with me." Spike stated.
Author's Note
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chapter 2
Our chains clattered against themselves as Rover and I were being lead down one of their tunnels. One of their biggest tunnels, apparently, as before I was barely able to fit down before. While walking, I notice how many different breeds of diamond dogs. Some were Boxers, Bull terriers, Labrador, Pit bulls, and dogs that only Fluttershy could possible name on the spot. Looking around, I noticed what looked like a really hairy chihuahua. ’I'm pretty sure that’s a Shih Tzu combing something out of her fur…’ I thought as we were walked.
Continuing down the tunnels, I saw how active they were. Buying and selling things, watching what I assumed were street performers, and some kind of accident where two dogs’ crates had run into each other and broke. It was like one of those highways in Manehattan. Most of the dogs payed attention to me, eyes filled with either fear or contempt. While Rover was barely getting any attention, the attention he did get was much worse. Eyes filled with nothing but shame and disappointment. Even some of the parents were whispering amongst themselves as we passed by.
’Yeesh, what did he do to get this disliked? I mean, he's not a model citizen, but still, even the Ponyville residents didn't look at me with this much hate when I went all monster and destroyed it…’
Reaching the end of the tunnel, we arrived at what had to be the throne room, as there on the throne was a freakishly large Schnauzer. With tons of gray hair all over its body and face, it was a wonder it didn't run into anything. Wearing what looked like jewel encrusted armor, made of what had to be the finest of silver. Looking around I spotted two guards at the entrance and two more by the large dog’s side. With a set of spears preventing us from continuing, we stopped. Looking to my side, I saw that Rover was practically about to piss himself, which didn't fill me with comfort.
"Hey, eyes forward!" yelled one of the guards. "All hail King Yoden, ruler of the diamond dogs!"
Getting up, the now named Yoden began to walk over to us. His strength was immediately known, as the ground would tremble a bit with each step he took towards us. Finally facing me, he motioned his guards away, leaving us alone.
earlier
"So, let me get this straight. You believe that we could break out of this room, get past all the guards, and escape out of one of our tunnels. All without getting into a fight. I don't know what worse, the fact I have to help you, or you believing we can escape stealthy." said Rover, shaking his head at the poorly thought idea.
"Well I don't see you coming up with any ideas, and I don't plan on waiting for that guard to come back. "Getting up, Spike began to gnaw on his cuffs, chewing away at the metal and wood.
"Wait! Wait, stop that...look, maybe your sentence won't be that bad. I mean, what's a few years to a dragon?"
"Years!? I don't have years, I don't even have weeks! If I don't get back to Twilight, she'll worry, and if she worries about me, then she will want to know what taking me. If don't respond to her, then she'll know something’s wrong. And when she, and I mean when she rescues me, I'll never be able to leave her sight, and I don't want my sorta sister constantly looking over my shoulder wondering if I'm okay!" yelled the dragon as he slammed his cuffs into the bars, creating a loud ringing sound. Slumping against the jail door, Spike panted, trying to calm himself down.
After the sound passed, Rover looked to Spike and began to reach his hand towards him, when a creaking sound began occurring.
Suddenly, the whole door fell down, along with Spike. Getting over the slight pain of falling face down onto the floor, Spike noticed he was now out, which meant he could escape. However, he heard the door leading out of the prison room open to reveal guards, all poised and ready for a fight.
"Shit..."
present
Watching Yoden menacingly stare down at me, with such a massive stature, it's no wonder Rover was terrified. Any normal person would be.
Crouching down to eye level, he put his paw on his chin, as if he was thinking what he wanted to do to do with me. At some point he got even closer. ’Personal space buddy…’ I held my face away from the giant dog.
Looking behind me, he noticed Rover, who was still shaking like a leaf with his ears lowered. Shaking his head, Yoden lets out a sigh as he raised his hands over to me. I immediately began to back away, when his hand shot out and grabbed my muzzle.
"Hold still ya whippersnapper, let me get this here muzzle off ya..." he said in an accent.
Doing as he said, I held still as Yoden took off my muzzle and cuffs. I almost immediately began rubbing my wrists, sore from being squeezed by my restraints.
"Uh, thanks..." I muttered, thanking the now standing dog. ’Damn, he has to be seven, maybe seven and a half feet.’
"You can thank me by telling me why ya tryin’ to steal from us dogs! From what my guard say, they already ran you out. So why?" He motioned for us to follow him as he walked back to his chair, hearing him pop a few bones as he slouched.
"I came to get back my bag. I left it when I was told to leave."
"Well if that's what this fuss is all about, why’ve my soldiers been telling me you were tryin’ to steal from us?" accused Yoden. "And what’s this I been hearing about a damning to Tartarus?"
I blushed as I thought back to when I almost lost my mind running through those tunnels, then began to try and explain myself when I was cut off.
"Before anything, tell me. What is the name of the dragon that thought he could sneak in and out of a diamond dog territory?" He asked, crossing his arms.
"Spike. Spike the dragon, sir."
Eyes widening, he got up. "So you're the dragon that I heard about. I was wondering why you weren't causing a bigger mess or threatening to kill me. I thought you would be taller."
"Huh..."
“Come here me boy." the apparently old dog said as he stood. "I heard all about you, from what Torch been telling me, you're pretty popular. Saving a kingdom twice is nothing to scoff at."
"Wait. You know Torch?"
"That old sack of scales? Yeah. Me and him go way back. About 143 years ago if memories serve." stated Yoden, scratching the top of his head.
"Wait, 143 years? Just how old are you?"
"In a few months it'll be my 203rd birthday. Now enough wasting time, let's discuss the elephant in the room. What I'm going to do with you two..."
"Um. Maybe you can let us go?" said Rover, who was forgotten.
In a single moment, Yoden's face went from pleased to annoyed. "Rover. Why can't you learn? Do you know what Dover would say if he saw you today?"
Immediately Rover went from scared to furious as his fur stood on end and yelled, "Don't you dare talk about that traitor!" Getting into Yoden's face despite not being at eye level.
"Hold your tongue boy! I will damn well speak about whoever I please!" growled Yoden as both dogs began to stare each other down.
This went on for a while, as neither one was willing to back down. It wasn't until Yoden grabbed Rover by his scruff that Rover gave in. "Alright, alright old man, you win!" Rover whined. Yoden began rubbing Rover's head, laughing about how he's too quick to give up.
’What the fuck is going on here? Not to long ago, Rover was about to piss himself, and now he's acting all chummy…’ I thought as I watched the two banter and argue over something about points.
"Hey, if you two are done with...whatever it is you're doing, I'd like to leave now." I spoke up, pointing to the tunnel we came from.
"Alright ya wee baby, but don'tcha want to know why I haven't have ye executed or thrown into the pit to rot?" Yoden questioned.
"Yeah about that, what is this ‘pit’? I've been hearing about it, and from what I’ve heard it's this horrible thing...but isn't a pit just a hole in the ground?"
"Ya see, the pi-."
"Before you explain, can you please drop the accent? First you sounded like somebody’s grandpa from Appleloosa, then a scottish sailor, and now what, a pirate?" I interrupted.
"Ha ha aha ah ha!" Yoden roared with laughter. "I see you noticed. Sorry if it annoyed you. You see, there been this rumor that I come off as intimidating. Me, intimidating! Can you believe it? Me! So, for a while I, decided to do these accents I heard on my travels, so people wouldn't be so nervous around me." Yoden explained jovially. "Now, the pit is a bit of a dark topic. You see Spike, it's essentially solitary for only the most dastardly of those who break the laws here. Unfortunately, there was a bit of oversight. Dogs are social creatures, and having them isolated for long periods of time can cause problems..." Yoden trailed off.
"Anyway, enough talk about that! Let’s explain why you haven't been tried and found guilty." he said going back to his throne, sitting down with his legs crossed.
"A long time ago, the races of this country were at war. Now, I won't be diving in on details, but the dragons and the diamond dogs have been locked in a war that neither side could win without serious consequences. Dragons, while fierce and mighty, lack in numbers of soldiers, due to how long it takes for their children to reach maturity. Us diamond dogs however." He motioned between him and Rover. "Never had that problem, considering our children become adults when they reach their thirties. Too bad numbers mean little to nothing when your enemies were the size of caverns, and could burn you where you stand. I swear if it wasn't for you dragons’ biology, we would have been done for. So one day, both our leaders came to a agreement, and made a treaty. If the diamond dogs gathered and supplied the dragon lord gems to give to his people, then the dragons would mind the diamond dogs’ territory." Yoden finished, then scratched his beard. "Or something like that."
’Oh shit, if that's true, then I broke the treaty. Twilight's gonna kill me. Okay Spike, calm down, this could be like that time I invited ember and thorax to the same party. I just need a cool head and to think this through...
"Now, you wouldn't happened to be the first dragon to enter unauthorized...however, as the king, I can't just let you leave. In the treaty, it stated that I am to punish any dragon that is in violation of the agreement. Luckily, I have a loophole." he said, looking at Rover, then back to me.
’Oh, I don't like that look. That's the same look Pinkie gets when she has a plan...
"What...is it?”
"You see Rover over there?" he said, motioning to the diamond dog currently sulking in the corner of the room. "Ever since that incident involving one of those ponies, he lost his shipment of gems he was suppose to transport. Ever since then, he's been in a spiral of failure so bad, the citizens are pleading for me to banish him. Now, I have a soft spot for Rover here, and don't want to hear about him causing trouble. If I had it my way, I would set him straight personally, but as a ruler, I don't have the time. You see where I'm going with this?"
Connecting the dots, my eyes opened in realization. "What. Hold up. You want me-" I motioned to myself. "-to babysit him?" I finished, now motioning to Rover, who was fuming over being talked about as if he were a child.
"Hey! I'm no happier about being pulled around by you than you are!" complained Rover. Yoden looked back at Rover, making the other dog look away.
"Now Spike. I don't want to do this, but my paws are tied here. And besides, if you refuse, I could just make you work in the mines for a year or two. No biggie." stated the armored dog as he smirked.
