Another Spike isekai

by Claude

Flake agglomerate

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Dawn of a new day. Twilight woke me early. She was slightly upset because she would go out with Pinky and wanted me to make her breakfast, avoiding the cheek of waking someone up to cook for her. He also ordered me to clean the library and collect some parchment from the town hall.

I took advantage of my situation to rummage through the books in the library. Something that bothered me was the complete indifference to the fact that a dragon walked through the village without anyone being moved. I thought dragons were a kind species, then I discovered that couldn’t be, since the reason there are no books on dragons is because ponies are too afraid of us to come close. I think the ponies don’t know that I’m a dragon. So, now I’m looking for fantasy ponies where dragons appear. That would be a base.

It was terrible. I moved to the "adult" part of the library. I picked up a dark fantasy book that caught my eye. The cover showed a pony in armor carrying a spear, before him a pony on a throne with large wings lay on a golden throne. It was catchy, although the title was not so: "The knight of the princess". Anyway, a book like this should contain an idea of how dragons behave according to ponies.

Nothing. The book was a romance story. It contained drawings of the characters (drawings colored by Twilight). The reason why it is an "adult" story is because it depicts explicit scenes. Of course, explicit for a pony. It seems that licking behind the ears and kissing for more than 5 seconds is considered obscene love. But no dragons. At least now I know the public. Perhaps I should make pony versions of human tales. I will start with "Chronicle of a Death Foretold".

I leave my house disappointed with the species that holds me hostage. I come out waving Twilight scrolls when I hear thunder near me. " Awwww," I heard the harmonious voice of Pinky. "You must have been scared, because you weren’t scared." "" "Yes, my friend." Oh, no. That’s the boy-girl’s voice. " Yes, look. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing. I have to ask you something." No. Call your attention before they go to... I don’t know... make the other half of the city sick, I suppose. "What is your opinion on dragons?".

I see that both of you have uncomfortable faces, so I decide to ask my question better. " It is that I have discovered that ponies fear dragons, but I am a dragon and no one fears me". " Why do you want them to fear you?" Pinki answers me. "Oh, silly Spike. You’re a baby dragon. No one would fear a cute little thing like you. Don’t worry about that. We would never be afraid of you".

I ignore the rest of your textual paragraph and find myself in the central idea: I’m not great. Sure, duh. They will only fear me when I am fifty meters high and only think of killing and eating. But how long would it take to pass? Perhaps someone with the princess knows more about it.

I spent a couple more hours organizing the scrolls and thinking about how to approach being big and strong with the princess. Hope he doesn’t take me to a reeducation center because I want to be anything but a miner. Twilight came and then Pinky. Apparently, a friend of Rainbow’s, a griffyn, was being mean and taking her away.

That surprised me. Not the part of having to give attention to Pinky, but the fact that another species was worse than a pony. Not very credible truth, especially because the pony who complains is a terrorist. If I’m gonna stress that again, Twilight mentioned the obvious to her: Gilda was a Griffyn and Pinky, a silly pony. I think I know how this will end: that Griffyn will be a great creature, Pinky will be institutionalized and Gilda will be an element of harmony. It will probably be called "The element of trust" because you have to trust your friends. Do you understand?

I prepared my letter for Princess Celestia to send at the same time along with the friendship report. I didn’t want Twilight to think that I was trying to contact the outside world.

Unfortunately, I got to Gilda’s party just in time. Twilight wanted me to write her report. Apparently, Gilda fell for many jokes and had a heart attack. Murder, another classic of Pinky. I know it’s a classic because nobody was stalling and Twilight acted normally, which is sadistic.

Fortunately, I was able to send my letter about growing up and generating fear as a dragon to Princess Celestia. It was a wise decision.

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