Tyrants Path

Spikes mind was filled with soft feathers and gems as he slept, smiling as he heard a soft voice float through in his dreams. His long tongue slipped out and tasted the air, in reality he tasted nothing, but in the dream, he had a large ruby in his hands, licking it happily. He heard the mares voice again.

He looked around in his dream, confused, before seeing feathers float down. He peered up at a shape, his wings stretching out as he flapped up to her. His body adjusted in the waking world, rolling a bit to fly faster. He was almost there, he could almost tell what her face looked like, she was -

CRACK!

Spikes eyes flew open, the dragon jumping up and giving a surprised yelp. His claws dug into his bed a bit, his tail whipping around like an agitated snake, his eyes scanning the room. He looked down to see remnants of a shell, his heart dropping.

Had he crushed the egg? How could he have crushed the egg!?! That poor baby lost its life because he rolls around in his sleep.

That is when his frills picked up the sound of claws scratching the ground. He twirled his head around, scanning the room, his wings folding back a bit as he crawled down from his bed.

A soft chirp filled the air, Spike feeling something grab and tug his tail. He looked around, confused, before turning around, his eyes widening at the sight.

What was currently grabbing and tugging his tail was a small theropod dinosaur. Its jaws were lean, its legs were long, its arms held familiar two fingered claws, and its body was covered in a fuzz of feathering, making it look akin to a young duckling or chick. It seems Spike had found the egg of a Tyrannosaurid, Tarbosaurus specifically.

"Oh horsefeathers..."

The creature lifted his tail and dropped it, giving a throaty chirp of happiness, before biting and tugging on his tail, as if it was trying to play tug of war. It twirled Spikes.tail around in its jaws, giving a playful growl at the dragon, the hatchlings own tail waving and twirling around as it played with Spikes.

Spike lifted his tail up, the Tarbosaurus being lifted, giving a loud growl as it tried to tug at his tail even more. Spike slowly pulled the young Tarbosaurus off, the hatchling peering up at him with its big, green eyes, curiously cocking its head like a puppy does.

"This is not good, this is very not good. This is...ungood." Spike mumbled to himself as he started pacing around his room. The Tarbosaurus stood up and started to follow him, cocking its head as it followed. It seemed Spike picked up a bad habit from Twilight, though, likely not extreme enough to create grooves into the ground.

"A baby! A baby of that thing that attacked the town! I can't believe it! Twilight isn't going to believe this! Oh my Celestia, what am I gonna do? Twilights gonna kill me..." Spike mumbled to himself, before sitting there and clutching his head in his clawed hands. He heard a soft chirp, looking down to see the hatchling staring up at him.

It cocked its head up at him, before slowly walking up to him, slowly pressing its head against him. It started nuzzling into him and gave a soft, throaty purr. Spike reached down and scratched its head, the little Tarbosaurus giving happy chirps, its tail waving happily.

"Well, we better tell Twilight about you." Spike said, the small hatchling pulling away, looking around the room. It suddenly rushed forward when it saw a gem on the ground, grabbing it and chewing out it a bit. "Little buddy, you can't be doing that." He walked over and pulled the gem out of the hatchlings mouth, hearing it chirp at him.

"Well, you eat meat, so, I should ask Fluttershy if she has any fish for you." He said, the hatchling starting to follow him. He opened the door, peeking his head out. "How am I gonna explain this to the others?"

The hatchling darted out of the room, running out into the hallway. Its green eyes peered around, before it put its nose to the ground and started sniffing, its feathery coat puffing out when it caught a scent, the hatchling following that scent.

"No, wait, little guy!" Spike called outz scrambling after it on all fours. It seemed the little hatchling was built for speed, already running around the corner. It started drifting on the crystal floor, bumping into a wall, then scrambled back onto the trail.

"Oh no."

Fluttershy hummed as she walked up to the castle of friendship, shuffling through her bag. In it, was a few fish she had brought from home. Applejack, Twilight, and Rainbow Dash were always at their positions, making a nice home for the strange creature.

She walked up to the door and raised her hoof to open it, only to hear cursing and some growls behind the door. She smiled knowingly, it seemed the egg had hatched, and whatever was inside was already causing trouble.

She opened the door, only for her smile to fall into a surprised look. She gave a surprised squeak when the hatchling jumped onto her, its jaws opening to show sharp teeth, its green eyes peering into her beautiful blue eyes. It opened its jaws more and lunged forward, Fluttershy giving a scream.

"No!"

"You are just the cutest little baby!"

"...What?"

Spike scratched his scalp as he watched the hatchling lick at Fluttershy's face. It then grabbed her mane and chewed on it, tugging her mane playfully, it giving playful growls and rumbles.

"Aww, look at your little claws! And you have such beautiful eyes." Fluttershy said as she stood up, cradling the little hatchling. It gave a confused chirp, though cuddled into her fur, giving a loud, rumbling purr. "Spike, look at him. He is so cute!"

"Fluttershy, you know what that is, right?"

"Of course, but look at his little face." She said, holding the hatchling out to him, Spike blinking in surprise. "I bet he's hungry. Don't you worry, mama Fluttershy has something special for you."

"Mama Fluttershy?" Spike asked, Fluttershy ignored him as she walked, too enraptured by the cute hatchling to pay him any mind. Spike followed her, his nose crinkling as he smelled her bag. "Fluttershy, your bag smells like a river."

"Well, I did ask Mr. Bear to help me catch some fish from a river. Such a sweetheart." Fluttershy said, before walking to the kitchen. She pulled out a bowl, then pulled a smaller fish out, looking at the Tarbosaurus hatchling. "We should name you too, huh. You would like a name, right?"

The hatchling peered up at her, cocking its head as it watched her pull out the fish. She put the bowl in front of it, watching it peer at the fish, cocking its head to and fro, before biting on, twisting its head to try and pull it apart.

"This changes things."

"Not really. You may uh...need to help him out with that."

"What do you mean?"

"Spike, you have fangs and claws, I don't."

"...Ponyfeathers."