Chapter 2

The ride back was exhausting, there was nothing but dirt roads and infinite bumps, and the bees...don't even get spike started on the bees, they were in his eyes.... HIS EYES (internally screams). But it didn't matter to Spike because he got some of the best sleep in his life, not having to worry about being captured, not constantly running, not constantly strivin' to feed two kids erryday, not havin' to work hard in the steel mill to come home to fried chickens an' gravy, because he was already captured and you know what, after months of running on shoeless feet, being shot at, and being a older sibling to two kids he almost barely knew, it felt good.

As he came to, Spike took stock of just where he was at the moment, he was on an old road with plentiful trees and bushes, but it must have been before the "Incident" because everything was pristine and clean as if it were still cared about, at that point the mother of all headaches hit him which elicited a loud groan from his throat.

"Look who's back in the land of tha livin'." jacquiline stated as she heard his tone.

"Oh go to hell." Spike replied in his pain.

"Tsk, tsk, now that ain't right, disrepectin' yer elders ain't allowed were yer goin'."

"Yeah well, what's gonna stop me." he said in false confidence

"This." she said as she willed her horse to rear up, which caused Spike to slide off and slam himself on the dirt road, she then hopped off her horse to retrieve the young man.

"and there will be more like that unless ya learn to mind yer manners, now apologize or I'mma get real rough wit cha'." she said with controlled malice.

Spike muttered an apology and something else to himself.

"Good boy." she said in a condescending tone.

The ride back was silent except for the occasional check up on Spike from Jack, but as Jack slowed her horse's trot to a walk, spike started to hear cheers from the slowly forming crowd.

"Nice one Jack!"

"Hes scrawny, but i think he'll do just fine with us."

"I might actually buy something at the market afterall."

Spike didn't know whether to be flattered or disgusted at the display.

"You've got some nice friends here." he said to Jack while addressing the forming crowd.

"They're all just here to view the new meat, don't you fret none, they don't bite......... Much." she reassured him much to his discontent.

As Jack's horse slowed to a stop, spike felt a pair of feminine hands on his tied arms and legs as two women helped him dismount from said horse and onto the ground where his legs immediately buckled due to inaction leaving him otherwise incapacitated for a few seconds as he felt the blood rush back into his calfs and legs.

With that business out of the way he was led onto a standard pedestal slash stage where he stood facing the uncomfortable stares from the women folk that made up the entirety of the crowd, after a few minutes he heard a pair of high heels click-clacking towards him and the podium. A woman stood, hair partially gray from years of hard work (or hair dye.... It's debatable.) a pair of small reading glasses gracing her older feminine features in a gray pantsuit with a string-bow tie on her neck, she lightly tapped the microphone as if to test it and to gain the attention of the populace.

"..... Hello Ponyville!" she yelled eliciting a hurrah from the crowd.

Ponyville? Spike did a quick once over of the town from where he was standing to see a paltry sum of quite frankly only a few horses. I'm not talkin' about a horse here and there type of setup, I'm talkin' like 1 in his sight right at this moment and from where he was standing the town was pretty exspansive and would take a 'little' time to navigate around it if there were in fact few horses.... Not to mention the total absence of an actual pony as opposed to their taller brethren.

"This is your Mayor speaking and today at the market, we have another potential addition to the tiny town." she turned to the small boy and put a microphone to his lips. "If you'd be so kind as to give us your name." she said with a stern but playful voice.

Spike, being the kindred spirit that he is, responded in kind. "Oh you see my name is hard to pronounce so I'll just spell it for you S-U-C-K-M-Y-D-I-C-K," he said with a smile.

Spike personally knew he was going to pay for it, but the few snickers he heard from the crowd made it worth it..... Until she flipped out a long metal rod and slightly touched him with it, eliciting an electrifying jolt to run up his spine sending him to the floor in a convulsing feat which earned an uproarious and loud laugh from the crowd like what he just said wasn't that funny.

'Oh yeah laugh it up.' he thought to himself as he willed himself to speak between gasps. "Sam, my name is Sam."

Seeming pleased with his answer she patted his head as he struggled to get up. "See, now was that so hard?"

She turned back to the crowd with her new knowledge. "This my fair people, is Sam." she said to the crowd. "Now, we'll start the bidding at 4,000 bits." she said into the microphone.

Spike couldn't believe this, not only was he being sold like a piece of meat but now they were actively bidding on him.

"4,050"

"4,050, can I have a 4,500?"

In a few minutes, his price jacked to 8,000 and he was none too happy about it, so unhappy in fact that he started to lose himself in his rage. His pupils started to dilate until they formed into slits, his hands started to change while still tied behind his back were invisible to the crowd lest they see the grotesque muscle deformations going on, his fingernails while previously short started to elongate into sharp, deadly claws. He still retained a little of his mind and had the brain power to slowly tear at his rope bindings with his thumbnail.

"10,000 bits!"

"10,000 bits, do I hear a 1050?"

His brain ran a mile a minute as his flea senses overrode his sense of pride and his need to fight, He then realized that there was no way of leaving on foot and there was no nearby waterways that he'd seen, the only way he was leaving was by air, and suddenly his back begin to itch.

"200,000.... Bits, cash." said a bookish voice from the crowd.

"NO SALE!" Spike yelled as 2 green and purple wings sprouted from his back, his feral instincts taught him how to use his wings instantly as he took to the sky with a animalistic roar.

The crowd instantly broke into panic as a nearby canopy was shattered due to the child's wing strength as the kid rose higher into the horizon.

"He's getting away!" a concerned citizen yelled, with that the Mayor walked up next to her, her smile never having left her face. "No, he's not." she said while bringing a walkie-talkie to her mouth. "Rebbeca, would you be so kind as to retrieve the merchandise." she said into the device.

Spike couldn't believe it, he'd been worried for nothing, obviously there was nothing they could do to sto- just then, the breaking of the sound barrier had snapped him out of his musings and gave him just enough time to look out the corner of his eye and at a quickly approaching multicolored blur..... Just as his body was overcome with the strongest sense of pain he ever felt since a year passed as the object hit him sending him plummeting downward.

As the ground neared the blur broke away from him to leave him falling by himself, when the ground came it gave way to his form as he formed a new crater-like landmark for the town, And there he sat wondering what kind of shithead will he have to deal with this time. His thoughts broke as he felt feet impact the earth near him.

"Pretty ballsy move, trying to leave like that." her voice was like someone grinding glass into his ear, and so it started, he'd finally had it up to here with these fucking townies, he was leaving and no one was going to stop him this time.

"I never caught your name, but I still hear you breathing so you must be strong enough to know mine." with that the female struck an unseen pose as Spike began to ascend the crater. "The names Rebbeca Dash, and as you must've realized by now....... I'm awesome." she said in that damn voice.

"you sure do like to hear yourself talk, don't cha cunt?" he said as his clawed hand reached the top of the hole.

"awww, you said a swear.... I like th-" she said as she finally got a look at his face and all his childlike features, even in his powered mode he was still a head shorter than her.

"You're a kid." she said blankly. Spike stood confused.

"Yeah, what of it?" he asked pensively, after a moment or two a small snicker could be heard from Rebbeca as a smile broke onto her face, from there a full on hysterical fit of laughter as she fell to the floor clutching her stomach much to Spike's chagrin.

"Sh-shut up." he stuttered out of anger rather than embarrassment.

"Oh, is the baby boy angry." she cooed in a mocking voice.

"I might be young, but I'm old enough to kick your ass." he yelled fiercely. So fierce that it made Dash perk up and stop laughing.

"Wait a second, you think you can beat me." she asked with a strange sense of seriousness.

"You know what, yeah I fucking do." he said as he thought about it a little, but again another snicker escaped her lips.

"Okay buddy, I'mma make a bet." she said while keeping a smug grin on her face. "I bet 400 bits you won't be able to even touch me." she said in a serious-cocky tone.

"Deal........ Let's shake on it." Spike said as his stance widened and he rocketed from his current space with a gust from his wings, as he moved towards her he readied his claws to slice the life from this woman.

*swipe*

Is all that was heard, because in a flash of multicolored light she was gone. Spike, dumbfounded at how she wasn't dead searched his immediate surroundings for the small woman and found nothing.

"Hey buddy, hows it hangin'." he heard her voice sound off as it prompted him to look up and see her slowly hovering over his head. He only had 3 seconds to react as a black sneaker nailed him in the face, as he was staggered he closed his eyes due to the hit and felt an onslaught of punches hit his chest, he started to swing wildly as if trying to bat the polychromed assailant away but his hand only hit the faintest of air.

"Hey stupid." Rebbeca called, Spike slowly opened his eyes to see her standing a few feet away actively watching him flail around like a fool.

Enraged, Spike lunged forward again this time choosing verity over brute power, as he started to kick and punch he noticed something: 'Godamn, this bitch is fast.' he thought as it was indeed true, while dodging all punches and kicks he'd even thrown she'd been able to make a few hits to his ribs in the process, as Spike tired of throwing punches and he was sure that his ribs were liquified he decided to go the defensive for a chance to catch his breath.

He probably shouldn't have done that.

(12 minutes and a savage beating later)

Spike and Rebbeca stood opposite from each other, one breathing heavily, bleeding, partially bruised and the other not so much as sweating.

"Hey kid, you want some water or something." she said in a mocking tone.

He now hated her voice with a passion as it was somewhat akin to Jack's voice in tone.

"What *pant* *pant* you tired already." he uttered threw his busted lip. For a kid Rebbeca had to admit the kid was pretty tough.... But not tough enough to go easy on.

"Ok kid, I've got clouds to kick and babies to kiss so I'm gonna wrap this up and put you in the hospital now." she said as she slowly started to fly upward leaving him to look on, when the air began to thin she began to flap harder and harder as if building up altitude, at the apex of her flight she arched backwards and fell into a nose dive, at that point Spike's eyes began to widen 'she wouldn't do that right, ~~just go on the internet and tell lies~~ be that irresponsible right...Right.' he began to actually sweat for he knew that this.... This was gonna suck.

Rebbeca had only done this move once before and that was during a show, she'd never had to use it to fight before so technically she was winging it, that being said she savored the feeling of the harsh wind whipping at her skin, the thrill of being dangerously spontaneous, the hope that this kid didn't die after this so she could gloat about it; after a 56 foot drop she started to tuck into herself, slowly gaining even more momentum than the first move, and as her head began to spin she saw she was 20 feet from the ground and more importantly Spike, so she from the tucking position she extended her legs into a kick.

Spike thought to himself as he flew mercilessly through the rough gravel and loose cobblestones. 'Maybe I should've moved instead of standing there like a dumbass'

'Maybe, but that wouldn't have been very fun now would it.' his brain replied sarcastically
.

'I like how you always show up and offer you're oh so special hindsight after everything i do.' Spike retorted.

'Hey, it's your life, don't blame me for your lack of subthought.'

'I guess but you could've-' his inner most thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sharp pain in his upper abdomen.

Dash was pretty shaken up but she managed to stand up as a crowd started to form around her, as they gathered around a small murmur was started.

"He couldn't have survived that."

"Awww, and he was pretty cute looking too."

"Damn, that sucks."

As she listened to the small town rambling she was approached by a very angry Mayor.

"Damnit Dash, I said bring him back not kill him." she vented.

"Hey, he didn't look like he was gonna go down easily so I figured he would need a little more 'persuasion' than most of the guys we get around he-." she began as she was interrupted by a collection of gasps from behind her. She turned to look at the commotion source only to gasp herself.

Spike was in a sincere pain, what I mean was if wasn't true before it certainly is now, Even as the large stake in his right pectoral muscle leaked his life blood he realized that he couldn't leave..... Not now at least but if this taught him anything its that the women he's surrounded with are undoubtedly stronger than he is, and if he was going to find Snips & Snails again he'd have to get stronger than anyone he'd ever met, than her.

But right now he didn't have any money in which to buy provisions for his plan, that being said as he walked back towards Dash, Right arm twisted in a strange fashion, chest bleeding profusely, legs perpetually howling in pain at his hubris, he remembered only one thing to do, as the crowd parted in order to let him through he set his sights on Dash, painfully walking forward he came as close as he could before standing in her worried gaze directly as he flicked her forehead once.

"Pay up." he said before falling limply onto the ground.

Spike awoke to the sound of a steady mechanical beep, as he willed his eyes to open he found that he was in some type of bindings that restricted all movement save for the neck & head.

"What the fuck." he swore in a groggy voice.

"I-i imp-implore you to use better language." a small, barely audible feminine voice called out.

"Who the fuck is this? Untie me right fuckin' now!" he swore angrily eliciting an 'eep' from the voice.

"Sir please keep your inside v-v-voice please?" the voice pleaded as she came into view.

Spike, having been around women his whole life was nonetheless stunned by the fuscha haired beauty. Sporting a large wool sweater that hugged her midsection flatteringly and only came down pass her kneecaps, her hair while hiding the left part of her face still gave him a view of her beautiful eyes and full lips, but that didn't matter right now because Spike was still angry.

"What is this, what's goin' on, and what the hell am I doing here?" Spike said in quick succession.

"Th-they sent you to me f-for surgery." she timidly admitted.

"Why didn't they just send me to the hospital?" he said as he recalled seeing it when he and Jack rode in.

"Well, it's strange but do you happen to have a reptilian background?" she asked as if she perked up.

"Yea, i'm Dovahkiin." he answered truthfully.

"Great, you're here because I'm a novice veterinarian and the original vet had a cold today." she quietly answered.

"Oh." Spike was bewildered, the first female in years to at least address him as a person instead of an animal or object.

"Fluretta, why are you explaining yourself to this beast?" Aaaand its back. Spike craned his head to see yet another beauty, her hair being amythest in color and her features being more pronounced and tapered probably with the use of makeup. Her clothing had been just as extravagant as her hair and face, a white dress decorating her voluptuous body.

"I say, you really are an uncouth monster." she said while catching on to him eying her up and promptly trying to cover herself as to stop his stares.

"........ Who's this bitch?" he asked Fluretta while getting a gasp from the woman in question.

"Language, and that's Rarity." she said pointing to the now fuming woman.

"I must say you are the worst." Rarity sneered.

"He is ain't he." an all too familiar voice sounded "careful now, he's a frisky one." Jack sounded from the door, standing there with her was Rebbeca as they both walked in the smug look now vanished from Dash's visage.

"And here is the golden child now, you wouldn't happen to have my money would you?" he mockingly asked not expecting a medium bag of coins to fall on his restrained chest. "Wow, holy shi- crap I didn't expect you to actually pay up." he started earning a small glare from Fluretta.

"A bets a bet." she said simply.

"Oh, he won one of Dashys' bets, he must be fun!" a voice beside him said startling the shit out of him.

"Holy Dick whiskers, Who are you?" he exclaimed. Earning a giggle from the bubblegum-pink haired woman.

"My names Pinkamena, but my friends call me 'Pinky'." she said with a gasp. "Do you wanna be friends?" she asked excitedly.

'What the hell' was all Spike could think as he prepared a response. "Yea, I guess?" he said as it came to sound like a question.

"Cool, I was gonna gut you if you said no." she said with her signature smile.

"Okay, that's cool I gue- Que?" he said as what she said finally registered.

"Pinkie, what did we tell you about scaring people like that." a voice said from the front of the room as its owner walked in, she like her friends was beautiful but in her own obscure way. 'Maybe its the glasses' Spike thought as he eyed her appearance, A dress shirt beneath a sweater vest and a modestly cut skirt. Her hair is purplish in color with a pink stripe running down her left bang.

"Hey Twi, I just made a new friend, ain't life just the grandest." Pinky exclaimed again.

"I suppose, hello.... My... Name.... Is... Twilia... Sparkle." she said slowly as if he was a savage.

"What the Fu- what are you really trying to say to me right now?" he questioned as he felt his intelligence being challenged.

"Oh so you can communicate... But just barely I presume." she commented thoughtfully.

"Shut up." he said regularly, just then he remembered what predicament he was in. "Oh yeah, anybody know who bought me?" he questioned as they looked amongst themselves for an answer.

"That would be me." Twilia piped drawing attention to herself.

.....................

"Oh my."

"Wow Twi, I didn't have you pegged for a secret kink."

"What? No I need him for research."

"SEXY~ research."

"N-NO!"

"My word Twilia, I had no idea you were into such things."

"I'M NOT."

"Hey, it's alright Twi, everyone enjoys a roll in the hay once in the while."

(I'll let you figure out who's talking')

"Enough, look I need an assistant you guys are too busy to constantly help me, and paying someone to do so is a waste of money." Twilia explained.

"But you'll shell out 200,000 for a slave?" Spike chimed in.

"Details, details, listen the important thing is that you are my new assistant." she said as she pulled out a Metallic collar.

"......Wat Dat?" Spike asked.

"A collar."

"I know that, I mean who's it for?" he asked as they just looked at each other for a minute. "You're not putting that thing around my neck." he stated.

"I have to, it holds your identification." Twilia elaborated.

"Like a dog." he put simply.

"No no, it just makes sure you can't run off."

"Like A Dog;"

"It's used to let people know who you belong to."

"LIKE A DOG, and stop trying to rationalize what you know is wrong." he said angrily.

"Look, I just needed an assistant its not my fault you were dumb enough to get caught." she said as she slipped it onto his neck leaving him to mumble something about Jack's legs that made Fluretta gasp and tell him to stop.

"Okay, everything else is set. We're going to let you stand up now, I can't protect you from what'll happen if you run, do you understand?" she asked which prompted a nod from Spike himself. But as Twilia expected as soon as his feet touched the ground he took off out the doorway which prompted dash to give chase only to be stopped by Twilia.

"No, he's got to learn on his own." she said cryptically

Again, freedom was too easily captured from these guys, I mean really if you wanna keep your slaves don't give them a straight shot out of the shack as soon as you let them up.

Then a sudden wave of nausea and lightheadedness washed over him causing him to double over, 'aw geez, what'd i eat shit' spike thought as he willed himself to press on valiantly, by 57 feet he was staggering, by 90 feet he started to cough up copious amounts of blood, by 108 feet he was flat on his face not-so-valiantly waiting to die.

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When Spike awoke for the second time it didn't take long to recognize the face all around him, it took even less time to realize his bindings where now reinforced with chain.

"Okay, i'll bite, whats the catch?" he asked tiredly.

"That was a test of the 'Homesick System', it was implemented within the collar to protect people's 'investments' from running off or becoming rouge, the collar will be fine as long as you stay in Ponyville or around the six of us." Twilia explained. "It injects an otherwise deadly nerve agent into you through the pores on your neck and increases the poison in increments of yards."

"So the faster ya run the faster ya die." Jack finished.

"I-i've looked into i-it, it seems because of your natural resistance to poison you'd have 2 hours to live, while most people only have 35 minutes." Fluretta quietly interjected.

To this information, Spike again was locked in deep thought. 'So much for a quick getaway, I might have to stay here just a little longer'.

"Ah, ok well now that i know resistance is totally futile, I'm really ready to go now."he said as they nodded and began to remove his chains again.

Spike walked with the bookish women down a dirt road, he noted how she walked like she had a stick stuck up her ass, posture nearly perfect, and an undeserved sense of importance.

'What a nerd' he thought.

As he and Twilia made their way back into the town's wide residential/business area, Twilia made a beeline towards a tree of sorts. Needless to say, Spike was confused..

"Okay, what am i looking at here?" Spike asked while pointing to the shrubbery.

"Home." Twilia said with a warm smile as she walked up to the now visible door on said tree. As they walked in Spike took stock of the walls that were literally lined with books of every nature. Long books, short books, autobiographies, poems, introductions, and conclusions; if it was on paper it was probably here.

"I fuckin' knew it." he whispered a little too loudly.

"What?" was Twilia's immediate response.

"nothin'." he replied not sure if she really heard. "So i take it this is a library." he said stated.

"Precisely, you're pretty perceptive and knowledgeable..... For a slave I mean." Twilia chimed.

"Yeah, I get that a lot." he said not knowing whether to be insulted or flattered.

"Anyway, this tree happened to be the only place where no one lived, you know with it being a library and all." She explained. "After I moved here from Canterlot, there were no other houses available and, well, they needed new librarian." she finished.

"Uh huh." Spike said slowly.

"So, what are you?" she asked. "You have wings but you're not a Valkerie." she inquired.

"Uh, I'm a Dragonborn, born from dragons, stuff like that." he answered.

"Excellent, What do you eat?" she asked.

"Well.... I haven't thought about it, pretty much anything i could get my hands on-" he said as his eyes shifted to a glaring sparkle in his retina. "What's that?" he asked while pointing to the strangely appealing object.

"Oh that, that's just a gem I found when I was out a day ago." she answered as he walked over to the table to pick it up.

"Huh" he mumbled as his jaw tightened. "Do you need it?" he asked.

"Not really." she admitted as Spike sniffed it, "but why would you WHAT THE-" she yelled as spike started to gnaw on the gemstone. As it slowly cracked with a crunching sound it left Twilia stunned at what she just saw.

"Y-you ate it." she stuttered.

"Yeah, it just..... Felt natural." he said thoughtfully.

"Okay, were definitely cataloging your bodily functions." she said as she levitated a notebook and pen to her hands.

And so the Questions started.

"Where do your wings go when you're done using them?"

"I don't really know."

And they went on.

"Are you a boy or a girl?"

"Really Professor O?"

"I just want to know for sure."

"or I could show you."

and on

"If on a extraterrestial celestial body, in which oxygen in at three fourths that of equis in which food is made of purely carbine substances made directly from the active volcano underneath the artificially made silcone based flora, would you be able to survive in such conditions?"

"..... What?"

And finally they ended.

"Ah, that was refreshing, nothing like a refreshing study session to lift the spirits." she said as she leaned back in her wooden chair.

"Yeah, and its only 4 am." Spike said as he got up from his seat on the floor and streched.

"I guess it is time for bed." she admitted as she got up from her seat and beckoned Spike to follow her up to the living area.

She then showed him the bathroom and other assorted rooms he needed to know about. (I need to rap this up.)

"And heres were you'll sleep." she said while pointing to a makeshift mass of sheets.

"Really?"

"Hey, i didn't properly plan for a kid, just give me a couple of days i swear you'll have a bed by then." she explained.

As Spike settled into bed he let his thoughts over take him.

'Is this my real life, or is this just fantasy.' he thought.

Spike just lemented upon todays defeats and failures, wondering what might've been if he and his friends never found that god forsaken rabbit.... that... that shit-brained fuckin' peice of dick bunny..... that hairy cock bodied hare, but Spike digressed and decided it was time for sleep.

Author's Note

If it sounds like a cheesy anime towards the end, sorry i had to get cliche in order to finish this thing.

In this story Twilia (Twilight) is still pretty early in her studies as Maya Solaris's (Celestia's) student and without the threat of Nightmare Moon (right now) she already moved and got acquainted with the inhabitants of Po-Humanville..... I guess.

Fluretta Shy

Jaqcuiline Apple

Rebbeca Dash

Pinkamena Diane Pie

Twilia Sparkle

Rarity Belle

Have a nice day :)