Author's Note

Hello everyone, Dragon-In-Black here. I hope you enjoy the new story. This came to me after I was thinking about life so I hope you enjoy.

Fair warning: This chapter has a rape attempt.

1 — Walking her home

If Spike would be honest, it had been a hot minute since he last had an enjoyable street fight.

It was dark outside, most ponies had gone home for the night to sleep and prepare for the next morning, but there was still a good chunk of mares and stallions at the local bars getting wasted and making out publically.

He ignored it all, a cigarette between his lips as he blew the smoke into the even nightly air that seemed to almost reach the whitish-gray moon.

He put his two claw-like fingers on the filter and allowed the smoke to escape his mouth. He felt a very faint buzz which made him smile. Even if it was faint, it still calmed him.

But back to the matter at hand; he needed to fight someone. Anyone. Preferably strong. He just couldn't stand the idea of not fighting tonight.

He had been drinking with his best friends, Big Mac and Discord, escorted Big Mac home since Discord had simple teleported home, and now was itching for his favourite drug.

Adrenaline.

There was nothing better than an adrenaline shot to get the blood pumping, especially when getting into a fight with the possibility of getting hurt.

Sure, he had on more than one occasion gotten stabbed, punched, kicked and spat at, but he always came out victorious.

Always.

It was no secret that he was the delinquent of Ponyville. He had come here at the young age and been his older, adoptive sisters' assistant until he grew tired of it and quit the roll.

His life with Twilight hadn't been bad per se. Was it the best? No. Far from it, but it certainly wasn't the worst either. He had been given a roof over his head, gotten food in his stomach, and even gotten a little salary for his troubles.

However, he had wanted more because he had felt lonely. Very lonely. At first, he hadn't minded being alone because he had entered the phase that every creature can relate to. Puberty.

Puberty had been both rewarding and annoying at the same time for Spike. He had finally gotten his wings, his voice became deeper, his muscles bulged and he even grew taller, much taller. He was at least three inches taller than Princess Celestia.

During his puberty, he had been filled with typical angst that most creatures could relate to. In fact, Twilight and the other girls hadn't seemed surprised when it happened. The only thing that had been odd was that he had been given less chores and Twilight had been more mature in her speech with him as did her other friends.

He had written it off as them still remembering relatively fresh memories of their own puberties. Pinkie Pie, being the youngest, had been the most supportive of them, had told him to come to her if he ever wanted to talk. Fluttershy, the kindest of them, made the same offer.

However, after he had turned fifteen, he had decided to go to a party which had been thrown by one of his few male friends. At the party, there had been lots of drinks and other not-so-legal substances floating around which much have been caught on by his friends' mother, because not even half an hour later, and the police were on their doorstep.

At first, everyone had tried to run, but one-third of them had been caught, Spike included since he had been pretty wasted.

Twilight had been understandably been furious and had screamed at him in worry, concern and even disappointment. It had lasted several hours. However, Spike at one point had enough and had shouted back that it had only been a party and that she and her friends did it all the time.

Spike flicked the cigarette to the ground and grunted.

Of course, he remembered the stunned look on her face. He remembered how she did say that she and her friends did indeed occasionally drink and that it happened that she over-indulged, but that they had never touched illicit substances.

He had snorted at that, packed his bags, took everything he rightfully owned and stormed out of the castle, staying the night at a hotel before finding a very cheap one-room apartment the very next morning.

Ever since then, he hadn't spoken to Twilight, Rarity, Rainbow Dash or Applejack. The four mares mentioned had all sided with Twilight and told him what he had done had been highly inappropriate and immature.

However, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy had been judgement-free, especially Pinkie Pie who had thrown many adult-only parties in the past. She didn't see the same issue as the others because it was no secret what teenagers were up to. Fluttershy had kind of the same mentality but had stated that it was because she had a friend who smoked "green stuff" as she'd put it.

Spike let out a sigh as his walk down memory lane came to a halt.

He didn't like to think about the past, but that seems to be the only thing be does lately. It had become frequent as well, making him almost unbearably angry every time.

Suddenly, he heard a faint scream.

"No! Please! Leave me alone!" A mare in the distance cried out desperately.

Spike huffed. He may be a delinquent and street fighter, but he had his limits. Cracking his knuckles, he ran towards the sound of the mares' screams and found himself in the entryway into a dead-end alleyway.

Spike knew this alley well. He usually had a blunt here or had a fight so no one saw him openly assaulting somepony or other creature.

Inside the alleyway was a yellow-cream-skinned mare with a blue and pink shades for a mane and tail. She wore a purple shirt, black jeans with a belt and a red-wine coloured necklace that was nearly engulfed by her healthy cleavage.

The mare was pressed against the wall, her jeans halfway unbuckled from the stallion whom pinned her to the brick wall behind her. He was a red-skinned stallion with coal-black mane and tail, wearing an all-black bodysuit and bandana.

Without thinking, Spike ran at the stallion, punching him right in the cheek, sending the would-be-rapist to the ground.

The stallion grunted and had a look of pure fury as Spike loomed over him, hands at his sides, clenched into fists, ready to fight.

He felt it. The adrenaline. It had kicked in. Like always, he smiled. He smiled so wide, he was sure the mare and stallion thought he was crazy. But he didn't care.

No.

All he cared about was finishing this fight and walking home to his apartment to drink what was left of his bottle of whiskey.

With a snarl, the stallion sent a blow towards Spike stomach which he didn't manage to block in time. Luckily for Spike, he had been training his body to become strong enough to take a punch. Add his street fighting experience and dragon heritage into the mix and he'd be considered unstoppable...

For the most part...

The punch did actually hurt as his draconian heritage hadn't fully been completed, but his resilience and pain-tolerance numbed out the ache he felt in the stomach.

The stallion let out an angry roar and tried to kick him in the head, but Spike caught his leg and delivered a punch right into the family jewels.

The stallion cried out in pure pain, tears misting his eyes as he clutched his crotch while whimpering from the pain.

Spike pulled out his dropped pack of cigarettes and lit one with his fire, not realising that the mare who had cried for help was still there.

He placed his hand on the ground and got up. He glared at the stallion for a few seconds before doing what the stallion had intended to do.

He kicked him right in the head.

With that, the stallion was knocked out cold. Spike rubbed his face, suddenly feeling tired and frustrated. That fight had ended too quickly for his tastes. He liked it when his rivals could properly fight.

He took a long drag. Although, he supposed that he got what he wanted. He looked for a fight for an adrenaline kick and he got just that.

Spike stretched and walked away when someone called out to him.

"Um... uh, thank you..." A timid mares voice gratefully said from behind.

He turned and saw that it was the yellow-cream-skinned mare. Oh, right, he forgot he had saved her. He nodded at her.

"No problem." He curtly said and turned around to make his way home. However, the mare lightly jogged after him.

"Um... sir? Could you... erm... walk me home?" She asked timidly, fidgeting slightly, her head ducked demurely as she fastened her jeans.

Spike blew away the smoke, making sure not to blow in her face. Well, he'd much rather ditch her here and go home to drink, but, at the same time, he knew he couldn't do that to her.

With an irritated huff, he obliged.

"Fine, lead the way."

The mare beamed and gave him a hug that nearly crushed hid spine. She thanked him profusely and began leading him to her home.

As they walked, his eyes darted towards every street corner while taking regular puffs of his cigarette. He was on edge, as if afraid someone would come out and attack them. He hid his paranoia from her, not wanting to frighten her from her already traumatic night.

Finally, they reached a two-story house that had rectangular windows with pots of flowers beneath. The lights inside the house were lit, meaning somepony was awake.

He noticed her fumble with her keys before she unlocked the door and stepped inside. However, the poor gal wasn't even half a step over the doorframe before a pair of hooves engulfed her. A female cry of the mares name ringing out.

"BON BON!!" The new mare shouted. From what little Spike could see, the mare was mint-skinned and wore a thick, green bathrobe. Her mane and tail were two streaks of mint and white. "Where in Celestia's name have you been!? Do you know how worried I was?!"

Bon Bon, as Spike had learned the name of the one he saved, looked a bit sheepish.

"Um, I was at a bar with Vinyl and I got a bit too much to drink so I decided to go home—"

Spike took it as his cue to silently leave.

He didn't mind sticking around, but he had done what the girl asked, so in his book, his end of the bargain was finished.

Flicking the finished cigarette to the ground, he reached the apartment he lived in. He scoffed as he saw the usual bratty teens hiding behind in an alleyway with dumpsters, clearly doing something illegal.

He walked into the apartment and walked up to the top floor and entered apartment number twenty.

Closing the door behind him and locking it, he couldn't help but sigh. It had been a long night and he just wanted to get wasted so he could do it all again tomorrow...

Minus the saving mare part... unless a mare was in trouble.

Sitting down on the bed, the purple-scaled dragon pulled out the half-empty whiskey from the drawer. He took a very large gulp, feeling the amber liquid burn his throat as he swallowed the fire-like contents.

He leaned back on the bed, his back feeling the large body-pillow. The curtains to the only window was draped over like usual and the sink was full dirty dishes that had yet to be done.

From the little bits he had from years ago, this had been the best he could find. Nonetheless, it was home and he liked the place.

It only costed him fifty bits a month which was honestly a steal. His street fighting rewards usually went towards rent, food and drugs. It was simple and he liked it.

And no one was going to take it from him.