Author's Note

The point of these next two chapters is for Spike to hit rock bottom. Yeah, where other chapters have just been gruesome, in these two I will be dipping into physical, mental, and sexual depravity.

I've stated Spike is an adult multiple times throughout this story for this very reason. This is not meant section is not meant to kink or shame, but to show his self-destruction side without his friends... before he first confrontation with the beast.

As for those wondering if I'll do the classic joke of talking to people who aren't there... Nah, I've got a Trixie one-shot for that later this month.

Chapter 6: Dragon's Careless

The once vibrant world of Equestria, where friendship is often painted in pastel hues and laughter echoes through sunlit valleys. No, this wasn't that reality anymore. Everything ever so cold and silnce he once knew so vivid. Spike found himself wandering through a shadow cast by abandonment and heartache. With no goal or real destination, The dragons footsteps long became aimless, leading him away from familiar haunts and into the depths of his thoughts. The weight of those he had once held dear pressed heavily upon him, threatening to crush the spirit of the dragon who had always believed in the magic of companionship.

He once had everything that could say even the darkest of souls could: unwavering loyalty, boundless love, devoted friends, a good and simple family. All of it was gone, utterly so, nothing left in this hateful visage of this empty town. His mind screamed, his soul wailed, and the dragon could only stand and stare blankly into the vast void. So many homes empty, so many businesses deserted. No birds in the sky, not even a single drop of rain over his face. Something, anything to break this shroud and nothing came. The only sobering came in the cold drink with a fine burn down his throat.

Three long days passed after his departure from Sweet Apple Acres. The farmland, once a sanctuary of laughter and camaraderie, now loomed as a bittersweet memory, filled with ghosts of moments shared and promises broken. Spike, cloaked in a silence that screamed of his inner turmoil, clutched the bottles of apple cider he had pilfered from the farm—their crisp, sweet aroma offering a form of reassurance in the midst of his emotional tempest. Each bottle was a brief respite, a fleeting escape from the relentless ache that accompanied his loneliness.

Drunken laughter echoed in the silent recesses of his mind. Each gulp offered a momentary escape from reality, a reprieve from the heartache of friendless nights. The cider intoxicated him, wrapping him in its warmth and dulling the sharpness of his anguish. For a brief moment, he could forget the hurt, the betrayals, and the unfulfilled promises. In those blissful seconds, he could almost convince himself that the joyous memories of laughter and companions still lingered close, like the fading scent of freshly baked apple pie.

But in the quiet aftermath of each consumption, reality crept back in, a chilling reminder that no amount of cider could fill the void within him. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the shadows grew long, the bittersweet truth became evident: Spike was merely prolonging the inevitable. His escapism through drink would evoke temporary joy, but it could never mend the fractures of his heart nor replace the warmth of companionship he so desperately craved.

In the solitude of the empty town, amidst a haze of apple cider and fading memories, Spike grappled with himself with his suffocating desperation. The battle between wanting to forget those hateful ponies that left him behind and yearning to remember their kind faces just long enough to push way his rage.

His body was swaying back and forth as he wandered through the empty town. The bottles in his fingers trails all over the dirt. Some were smashed, others were cracked. He was glad to have some sounds echoing through the place, not realizing the beast sleeping above him. The smell of booze was so strong, his mind was numb to the world around him.

"Ahh... this feels good." Spike hiccupped, leaning against the wall of a building. "Not having a care in the world. This is the life!" His laughter echoed through the streets. "No worries! No stress! And best of all... no one to tell me... No!!" His drunken smile was almost a bit creepy. "If they all wanted to leave me, then fine!" His tail whipped at the building, smashing a window. "I'll make my own place! A place for dragons."

His voice was so loud, that the monster stirred a little in its sleep. The tail twitched, and the head shifted but still, the eyes remained closed. None of the noise, smell, or vibrations bothered the beast. This allowed Spike free reign over the town and he would use it well.

"That's right... a new world." Spike slurred, falling forward. He slammed his palms onto the ground and pushed his body up. He winced at the glass breaking under him, his tough scales protecting him. "I'll make my own little town... full of booze, drugs, mares at my command and maybe some studs!! I'm not picky anymore!!" He roared with laughter. "No rules, no laws, no one to stop me!!"

His tail shot forward, wrapping around a street lamp. In one swift pull, he broke the pole out of the ground and held it up high. "I'll take care of this whole damn town!" He chuckled, venom lacing each word. "From now on, this is my horde!!" Spike threw the lamp to the ground and stepped on it. "It's mine, and mine alone!" He stomped on the pole, breaking it into pieces. "No one else is allowed to have this place... or anything."

With his vision blurring, he couldn't even see his own hand in front of him. His mind was running on pure instinct. "Anyone who tries will be crushed by me." Spike's body swayed back and forth, struggling to keep balance. Finally coming to a stop at the spa building. "I'll start here!"

He stumbled inside, using the lamp to break down the door. Once inside, he tore the room apart. He was throwing his bottles over the towels, and everything in between all over the place. It wasn't until his eyes caught the pool that he got the best idea. With a wicked smirk, he dropped his stuff and walked over.

"I can do... whatever I want." He whispered, his face close to the water. His reflection showed the utter madness in his eyes. He had no control over his emotions, his thoughts or even his actions. "They didn't care what happened to me, so why should I care?" Slowly his sadness cleared away as bile rose from his stomach. He dropped to his knees as puke bubbled in his mouth.

"You all made your choice and I've made mine!" He growled, the acid coming up faster. "They all hate me--" He was stopped as it all spilled over into the pool water. "And I hate them!!" The smell and taste was horrible. But he couldn't stop, puking out a full day of stomach contents into the pool.

After several seconds of vomiting, he flipped around and lifted his tail, releasing his bowels too. The waste splashed into the pool making the mess even worse. "Take that and that!! You all can kiss my ass when I'm done!!" His tail waved in the air, showing off his messy anus. "You all deserve this and more!!" Jumping back around once more he gave the horrible scene a little piss for good measure. "Ha, I'm a grown dragon, Twilight, I can piss in the pool if I want to!"

Once finished, he didn't even care to pull his cock back into his sleeve, dragging it over the floor. "And there's nothing you can do about it!" He swung it about, splashing the remains of piss over the floors as he walked over to one of the rooms to crash for the night. "I'm the adult... here, I'll show you!!" In his drunkenness, he licked his lips went into one of the mare's rooms.

Kicking open the door, he slouched over to the counter and took off the necklace. He laid it and the grey feather across from the bed. The remains of the Fire Ruby shined brightly in the dim room. "There's your proof, Rarity and Gabby..." He whispered, his mind slowing down. "You can't have my love..." He crawled over the bed laid back, presenting his member to the visage. "But I'll take yours..."

He pressed his head against the pillow and gripped his member firm. It hadn't been since he was a teenager that he had done something so disgusting, but no one was here to stop him. His drunken state anything was suggestible right now, no matter how depraved. His mind was filled with thoughts of images of Rarity and Gabby sitting around him. He loved them both with all his heart, but in this stupor, all he craved was their lust.

"That's right... give yourselves to me." He mumbled, his hand rubbing his shaft. "This is my town now. You can't resist..." His mind was slowly drifting away, his eyes closed. The only thing keeping him from dozing off was the desire to pop at least one off. He didn't care how quick it was or the mess it caused. "Let me enjoy you two... Please..."

As his mind slowly went blank, his cock started to twitch. "Yeah, just like that..." The pressure was growing fast. His minds filled with images they never got the chance to give him. Their mouths on his jaws, their legs over his arms, and their most private parts being ravaged by his shaft. "Mmm..." A moan slipped out as his climax neared. He hissed, his tongue sticking out. He could feel his release building, his whole body tingling with the sensation. The stench of the puke and shit reached his nose and field far more disgusting scenes of their visages covered in that horrid blackened sludge.

"No!" His mind tried to fight against such insult to their perfect images but it was too late. Please... I need... I need..." His eyes popped open as the words finally reached him. "I need you to come back!!" He cried out. "Rarity, Gabby!! Please, I'm begging you!!" His white seed shot out and splashed over the bed, but his pleasure had long faded away. He felt no joy in this terrible act.

All he felt was cold and vicious. The chill seemed to seep into his very bones, wrapping around him like a bitter shroud, a testament to the loneliness that consumed him. In the dim light of his cramped room, he was nothing more than a foul monster, a shell of his former self. A blackened abyss no worth even a thought or sorrow. The eerie silence echoed with the memories of laughter and companionship that once filled the air; now, they felt like distant murmurs, mocking his despair. He depraved himself solely because they dared to leave him behind, casting him into the abyss of utter isolation.

Tears flowed from his eyes, tracing paths down his cheeks and soaking the mattress beneath him. Each droplet felt like a tiny dagger, a reminder of the heartache that threatened to drown him. "I’ll do anything, just please..." His voice cracked, the desperation palpable in the air around him. The words trailed off, swallowed by the oppressive silence, his strength fading like the light of a dying star. “Don’t leave me again... all alone...” The plea escaped his lips as a mere whisper, a fragile echo that drifted into the void, perhaps to be consumed by shadows.

Spike lay in that desolate state, paralyzed by a mixture of regret and hopelessness. The remnants of his past life seemed like a cruel specter, haunting him with images of friendships long gone and love unrealized. Isolation had transformed him, morphed him into something grotesque. Every moment spent in solitude was a brick laid upon the wall that encased him, a fortress built not for protection but for torment. The coldness enveloped him further as if the universe conspired to remind him just how alone he truly was.

With his strength and energy sapped away, he couldn’t even muster the power to clean himself. His body felt heavy, as though shackled to the mattress, a prison designed by his own mind. The room grew darker, shadows creeping over the walls like tendrils of despair, wrapping him tight.

The darkness crept over him, wrapping around him like a cold and cruel blanket. The sheer emptiness of the world around him was the music that soothed him in a blackened solace. All that he had ever loved was now lost, the very world itself had turned against him. Sleeping was his only escape, a desperate attempt to slip away into a peaceful unconsciousness, hoping the nightmare would end this time, hoping for a reprieve from his relentless torment.

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