Ok here’s part three guys, please review and let me know what you think.

BEING A DRAGON JUST GOT A LOT MORE COMPLICATED PART THREE: THRICE CRAP!

Life is a very complex and mysterious thing. We never know what the day will bring or the turnout, it can be merciful or cruel to everyone under the sky. It sides with no one and we can only hope we can overcome whatever life throws at us. And the bitter truth is life can damage and harm anyone that is unlucky enough to be in the path of dismay, agony, hatred, and even death. No one is safe from it, not even infants will be spared from its sting. The sting can vary from only a few moments to the day you die. Life doesn’t pick the winners or losers, it only plays out the cards and it is the individuals themselves that can make the move, and how they play it affects the outcome. Every choice can affect not only them, but those around them as well. For life isn’t cruel, it is the people that make the choices that hurts others are the true cruelty.

And for one little boy, the final choice of one person will forever scar him for the rest of his life and will be the first of the ever-long road of sadness and loneliness.

“Mommy please! Don’t leave, I don’t know what I did but I promise to be a good boy just don’t leave me alone!” A child no more than four cried out for his mother as she just stands there next to her car with cold and hatred filled eyes.

“You’ve been a fuck up to my life ever sense you crawled out of my pussy and now it’s time for me to dump the trash. Should have aborted you but fuck me since I didn’t have the cash. Now piss off kid, I don’t want anything to do you with you anymore.” She sneered.

“Hay baby come on, just leave the brat already so we can go. My dealer won’t wait for long.” A man said from his car.

“Yeah ok don’t get your dick in a twist I’m-No please!” The boy ran up to the women and latch on her legs.

“What the hell get the fuck off my you little reject!” The women scorn at him.

“But mommy I-WHACK!” The women slapped him so hard he let go of her.

“Don’t you call me that you little shit head, I ain’t your mom your little turd.” She snapped at him.

“W-w-w-why?” He asks feeling the sting of his bruise cheek burning.

“Cause you ruined my life! I had it all and then you decided you wanted to grow in my womb and fuck up everything. I never wanted you at all, you were a mistake that I should have gotten rid of the second you were born. You bitch when you’re hungry, you wet your bed, and I have to clean up after your shit. You are nothing but a waste of life. Now get out my sight you runt!” She said harshly.

“But…I love you mommy…” The boy said in one last desperate attempt to her.

“News flash shit head, I hate kids and I fucking hate you. Now just die.” She said coldly as she enters the car.

Soon both she and the man drove away leaving the boy behind. The boy lays on the ground in a fetal position crying alone. He didn’t understand why this was happening, why is his mom abandoning him, what did he do, and will he ever see her again? The boy cried as his world started to fade to black being engulfed by it as a sentence was utter from his trembling lips.

“Why was I even born?”

Samson shot up from the bed breathing heavily looking frighten as if he seen a ghost. After a few minutes trying to calm his nerves, he was able to control his breathing but Samson was shaking pretty badly at his dream…no it was more than that…it was a memory…one he wishes to never remembered.

“Fuck…even in the body of an entirely different species…they still come. That damn day…the day that changed everything…great now I can’t sleep. Sometimes I hate my life.” Samson groaned.

It was nighttime in Canterlot around one O’clock from the clock on the wall. After the whole thing with Blueblood, Samson and Celestia found the group in the garden and spend the rest of the day talking and exchanging stories where Samson learned many of their adventures of learning friendship. Samson was a bit skeptical about friendship having great power that could do the things they said, such as the Elements of Harmony. But he figured anything was possible in this world so why not? As the day went on Discord finally pop up again and was congratulating Samson on his most cunning trick on Blueblood and joined in on the talking. After a nice dinner, everyone went to their rooms for the night. The room Samson was given was like a five-star hotel with his own bathroom and balcony. The Whole room was decorated pretty much like the castle but was bigger for his large sizes. Since Samson knew he wouldn’t be getting back to sleep anytime soon he decided to take a little breather outside.

Samson walked on the balcony letting the cool air clear his troubled mind from both past memories and harden truths. Samson was at war with himself if he is doing the right thing and what Avache said, which was really bothering him. Normally when someone calls him names such as loser, dork, a nobody, and so on he just brushes it off. But when Avache said those words…they just seem to stick for unknown reason. But why is he thinking of himself of a monster? Was his word so true that it was affecting this much? Is he really the beast that just plays hero? Or is there a much more…unusual reason he just hasn’t figure out?

“And yet…I feel as though his words hide something…different…as if it’s not the words themselves I believe…but the hidden truth he proclaims I am. Those words just seem to never leave me…like something is making them stay and they are getting worse.” Samson whispers to himself.

“Cause those words are true…you are a monster.” A voice slowly echoed in and out softly almost sounded like…her.

“…And now I’m hearing voices in my head…great I’m slowly going insane. Just what I freaking need.” Samson said with an irritated look on his face.

It was bad enough Samson couldn’t get these ideas of him being a monster out as they slowly grew each day and slowly believing it now he has this voice that is making it ten times worst. Gotta love that. And that voice sounded like the one person that forever made his existence a living hell. Samson growled in mild anger snorted out lightening he decides a walk may help him clear his head. Samson flapped his wings and sore down to the tea garden. Since it was the dead of the night he had the place all to himself to be alone and just think. Samson walked around the garden trying to make sense of everything, he knows the words mean nothing but yet it seems they have a firm grasp of his subconscious mind. Maybe there is something in The Dragon’s Path that could explain it. Worth a shot. With that in mind, he set his thinking on another puzzle that has his brain rattling with questions. The dream he had while he was staying in Applejack’s house also confused him as well, each voice he heard was different in sound but yet all have the same tune. Sad, hurt, conflicted, and filled with unworthiness. But that’s not all, the night before he and the others came here he had another dream with the same voices but this time the male one wasn’t there and five new voices took its place, and there he felt the same heartache as the others.

I’m a stranger of this land of peace as my looks fends off many……I live by my family’s ways and yet I still feel hallow inside…I can’t bring myself to ask for others help for I am the one they seek in knowledge and in asking for help makes me weak

I try so hard to do what’s right for all…but I still fail the ones that are close to me…I can never have happiness for it will just fade in time…my curse prohibits me from finding the one thing I yearn for in such a long time

How could this have happened…she was supposed to be my friend…the only one in this damn place…why can’t I find anyone that will accept me for who I am…am I such a freak that all push everypony away…what makes me such a monster

I don’t understand why I feel so empty…I love what I do and all I have accomplished…I strive to not only be the best but also help those who truly need it and be the best example…I work so hard to get where I am today…and yet I feel so incomplete and hollow…as though I am missing a part of me…a part of happiness

And just like before he recognizes at least two of them as he swears he heard those two voices before but yet still can’t figure out who they belong too while the other three voices he has no clue but he was still determine to find them and ease their pain one way or another. Samson lets out a frustrated growl as he blew smoke out from his nostrils into the air, this was ticking him off. He wants to help them but with only voices that he can’t figure out how was he going to help them? And another question, how is he going to find them? From what they are saying and he is purely guessing on this, they wish to be with someone that loves them. But that’s a problem; he has zero knowledge and experience with love. So, if that is the answer to their sadness then he can’t really help them. He feels like he failed Spike when he revealed his love for Rarity and that got shot down so how can he help them when he can’t even help Spike?

“Goddammit all…this is really starting to piss me off. I didn’t realize being a dragon can have so many problems…almost makes my human life seem like a breeze…almost. And if the solution is love for those voices…then their shit out of luck if I need to find that for them. I don’t know the first thing about love…or what it feels like to be loved…maybe there’s like a dating service of some kind…yeah that might work, not the most original plan I’ve come up with it but it’ll have to do for now. Next question, where can I find them?”

“You can’t save them…you’re a failure to me and so you’ll be a failure to them. Your worthless and a monster, just like I always known you were.” The female voice echoed in his head.

“Not listening to you, you’re just a figment of my fucked-up imagination and is about as real as the tooth fairy. So, bugger off……and I just realized I’m taking back to a voice inside my head that isn’t real…yep I’m going downhill on the crazy train alright…wonder if there’s an insane asylum in this world I can check myself in?” Samson sighed half joking.

“Do not let this voice detrude you from your goals Samson, it only wants to hinder you to the point you will get killed. It will do anything to make you seem weak but I know you are stronger than it says you are.” It was the male voice again.

“Oh great, now I have another voice in my head. What am I now, Deadpool? I think I am actually going crazy; I mean seriously how can this get worse?” Samson growled.

“You know deep in your heart you are nothing but a beast that only knows how to fuck other’s lives like you did to mine!” The female voice spoke again.

“Begone desire of lies! You shall not taint this one while under my watchful eye. You are no more than a disease cast by thoughts of self-doubt. The child is much more than you scorn about.” The male voice shot back.

“……and now they’re arguing in my head…I just had to open my fucking mouth.” Samson groaned at the fact the two voices are now talking and arguing at the same time in his head.

“Don’t listen to him. He doesn’t know you like I do. You don’t belong here; you don’t belong anywhere. Your nothing but a worthless pest that needs to be snuffed out. You know they think your nothing but a monster.”

“Samson, you know this isn’t true. You saved their lives many times, you befriended an entire town, and they cherish you as both a hero and a friend. And above all else, there are those that truly love you as a mate and will do anything for you.”

“No one loves you! Your nothing but a disgrace to everyone you come in to contact. Once you screw up they will hate you and shun you like the plague you are!”

The two voices continued to fight and it was starting to give Samson a major headache. Plus, the fact he’s actually getting a headache while hearing two different voices inside his head arguing and trying to get him to be on their side’s just makes the situation even worse. He was really beginning to think he has gone mentally insane and it’s finally caught up to him. He doesn’t know who to listen to, so he decided to reject both of them.

“Ok that’s it! You two can go get anal raped by a spork for all I care cause I’m done listening to both of you now get out of my god damn head!” Samson snapped.

After a few minutes of hearing neither of the voices, Samson lets out a sigh thanking whatever higher power for the silence. But it also raises bigger questions, why is he hearing these voices outside the dream world? For him, the voices sound like those two little guys that sit on your shoulder representing an angel and devil telling you what’s right and wrong. In the cartoons, it looked funny but now he sees it’s a big old pain. With new problems just appearing out of nowhere with no chance of slowing down Samson was feeling the pressure of it all. Teen peer pressure got nothing on this. He has to figure out how to not only deal with the new problems but also solve the old ones before he crumbles from it all.

“Come on Samson, you’re not an idiot, you can figure this out. Just think…ok I can deal with the likes of the bat jerks and their boss so far so I’m good with that for now. The female voices of my dreams I’ll have to do some research and find them soon. How and who is the question but I’ll have to figure that out later. And as for the recent voices in my head…I got nothing…they could pop out of nowhere at any time and stopping them might not be an option at this point. This crap is annoying me! I mean, you would think a life here would be a walk in the park and yet I’ve face monster bats, evil spirits, and a prick of a prince to boot.” Samson restrained himself from slamming his skull open on how frustrated he is right now.

Samson sat down on the grass as he gazed up on the starry night. It was amazing to see so many stars out. Back on Earth he only saw about 3/16 of the stars that Equestria has and what a sight. It was like looking above a city at night with all their lights on. Such beauty made him feel at ease with all the problems he has face so far. This world was indeed amazing in every sense of the word. And its night just proves just how beautiful it can be. Samson lets out a sigh of content.

“Despite all the shit I’ve encounter so far, this place is truly out of this world.” Samson said to himself.

“We are happy to hear that Sir Samson.” A voice spoke from behind him.

Samson turn his neck to see Luna was standing behind him with a smile.

“Oh, hey Princess, did I wake you up?” Samson asks.

“No, we’ve just ended one of our routines this night so we decided to take a small break and walk in the garden a bit but is seems we are not the only ones to do this. It seems you are having trouble sleeping.” She said as she walks over to him.

“Yeah, thought a good walk in the night would help clear my head…and let just say that it didn’t go what I thought it would.” Samson said with a small chuckle.

“We see, We notice you were having a bad dream however we couldn’t seem to enter it to help you.”

“…Um…I’m not following, what do you mean notice my bad dream and couldn’t help?” Samson asks.

“Along with raising the moon at night we also safeguard the realm of dreams from nightmares. We can entire one’s dream and help them battle their fears and return them to a pleasant dream.”

“No kidding? You can actually entire someone’s dream if they have a nightmare?” Samson was astonished by that.

“Indeed, for those who live within our country we can entire any dream. Except yours. We are curious as to why we can’t access your dream?”

“Maybe cause I’m a dragon?” He suggested.

“That wouldn’t be the cause, we can entire any dream no matter the species. Ponies, Mules, Donkeys, Zebra’s, Griffins, Minotaur’s, Dragons, and basically every living creature. There was some sort of barrier around your dream that prevented us to try and help you.”

“It could be for the fact it wasn’t really a dream but more of a memory.”

“Again, it wouldn’t matter as a dream can have three common things. The Fantasy, the Nightmare, and the Past Collection. If you’re asleep and having any of the three, then we can enter it.”

“Then the only thing I can think that might interfere you entering my dream could be the fact I’m from another world.”

“Perhaps, what was it about?”

“…if it’s all the same I rather not talk about it…it’s something I want to forget entirely.” He said with a solemn sigh.

“Pardon our induction for something that was personal Sir Samson.”

“Nah your good Princess. Just one of those past you just want to forget you know?”

“We do…for we have a past that still haunts us to this day…of sins we committed to our own people and our beloved sister…for something that was very childish.” Luna said with a sad tune.

Samson looked at her seeing the hurt in her eyes of her past. The others did tell him about when Luna was once known as Nightmare Moon, how she became Nightmare Moon, and all she did. He also knew that Celestia had to use the Elements of Harmony to banish her in order to save their people. Something he knew was very difficult to do to someone you love. To be alone for over a thousand years, he couldn’t imagine the loneliness and suffering she must of endure.

“I guess we all have something we’re not proud of, for you and me it’s the past we came from. A past that was seemed to be filled with nothing but a hellish life of pain, sorrow, anger, and depression. With others that seemed to either don’t care about your existence or make it even worse cause they believe you are not meant to life, as if they say you are a mistake that was never meant to be even born…especially those you loved at one point. You feel all alone in a big world and don’t know where to turn, believing that there is no one to help you. And also, seeing that you can’t trust another soul for your sadness and hatred were clouding your judgment making you think they only want to hurt you further.” Samson started getting her attention.

Luna was glued to his words as she was taken aback by them. His words struck deep within her soul. He was speaking all she felt before her banishment. He knew her very pain, the sorrow she faces, and the scar in her heart. But what really got her was his eyes, she saw everything. The pain, the sadness, and anger. All of it. He didn’t just know her pain; he has lived in one somewhat like her own. Samson knows of a past like hers because he has also had a similar one.

“The others told me about you becoming Nightmare Moon and what you did. However, I know you didn’t mean to get it out of hand-er hoof. You just wanted recognition for your work. You wanted all to see how beautiful your night is but it seems your subjects didn’t care. But the fact you thought they just slept through the night mean they didn’t give a rat’s ass about it made you hurt, jealous, angry, and sad that all your hard work was for nothing. You felt betrayed that they just slept through it rather than enjoy it like they do in Celestia’s day and that’s not childish. Those are rational emotion one has when face in those predicaments. But your wrong about your nights being not welcomed, while I was in Ponyville the Ponies did enjoy your night. Young couples strolling in the park with the night sky aluminate their path, friends going to scary movies as the dark night sets the perfect mood, children hearing bedtime stories from their parents fueling their imaginations, and Ponies that just sit outside to just was the stars and moon seeing just how beautiful they are. And that’s just Ponyville, larger cities also have another world when the sun goes down making it just as lively as the day, if not more so. So, you see Princess Luna your night does bring great joy to your subjects. They cherish it like they do the day. It gives them a whole new world of fun while also gives them peace.” Samson paused for a moment before continuing.

“The night signifies that it is time relax within their homes with the ones they love and feel content that they can rest. Your night gives them rest from the day which they need knowing their Princess of the Night will keep them safe from the nightmares you protect them. Your night and your sister’s day may be opposites in nature but they also need each other. A species can’t always need just one, it takes both to make a world filled with wonder and surprise, even if they are day walkers or night owls. And if I may your night is just simply beautiful, it brings me such peace and seeing all those stars just makes it more magnificent than it already is. So, your night is important, and not just the Ponies either. So, you may think you were a monster but you learn from the past and you do own up to your mistake. You knew the choice you made was a heavy one and you feel regret of ever doing it. The choice you made was wrong but you were not under the right mind to truly recognize such consequences at the time that it can be forgiven. You just want to do right for something you thought you did wrong even if it was wrong you did mend the cause of your actions. That says to me you are far from a monster, for you are Luna, Princess of the night and Protector of dreams. Your history and past mistakes doesn’t define you, what you make of them does. And for that I see you, not Nightmare Moon, not a monster, or whatever shit you think you aren’t, for you are Princess Luna. You owned up your past and became better, for that alone plus everything you achieve makes you better than you think.” Samson finished.

Luna just sat there with her mouth slightly open. No one has ever told her that her night was not only beautiful but also very important as well. He even went to a list of how her subjects enjoy it, it makes her heart swell with great happiness that her night makes so many Ponies happy. For years, only her sister told her that her nights were lovely but Luna figured she was only trying to make her feel better. But now another, a dragon no less, has spoken such a statement that has truly open her eyes that made her see her night may be truly adored. He also said he thought her nights were beautiful which made her very happy to hear, it’s not often you hear your work praised by another especially since her nights weren’t intentionally made for a species outside of the Pony race. And his words on her mistakes brings light as well. He knew her past and her actions but believes she was still her and said he understood the hurt that led to her choice. But it also got her wondering why he was trying so hard to make her feel better? It doesn’t really make sense for the fact he has all rights not to give a rat’s ass about her or her troubles.

“While we truly appreciate thou thoughtful sentiment of our night we must ask why you take such initiative to make us feel better?” Luna asks questionable of his motives.

“Because I can see you’re a good person Princess and it actually made me sad to hear you thought were not only feeling unappreciated for your hard work but were extremely lonely for so long…l know that feeling all too well as I stated before. But I want you to know that your night is appreciated and that you do have a friend.” Samson said.

“We have a Friend? We don’t understand?”

“Well…the thing is Princess…I want to be your friend. No one should feel like there alone, hell I’ve been through that for god knows how long and it bites. So, I know what it is to feel alone and I want to let you know you don’t have to be alone anymore.” Samson was feeling kinda silly asking a princess to befriend a dragon like himself.

Princess Luna just stood there with a shock expression having a hard time believing Samson actually wanted to be friends with her. She could tell he was sincere about it too; he knew and understood her pain, loneliness, sadness, and past. He didn’t care if she was Nightmare Moon, all he saw was her. He was actually treating her like any normal pony. Plus, the fact he has said her night was both seen as just as great as her sister’s day and he wants to be her friend cause he wants to not caring if she was a princess or not, nor does he find her past with such horror like others have before. It was almost too much for her, her head hung low as tears started to drip from her cheeks. Samson notice this and started to worry that he might have said something wrong. He was about to speak but then Luna suddenly lunges at him engulfing Samson in a tight embrace. Samson for his part was struck in surprise by the sudden hug from the Princess of the Night. Thinking nothing else to do, he slowly wraps his arms around her in a hug as she continues to cry. After a few minutes, Luna finally spoke.

“Oh, Sir Samson, you have no idea how much that means to me. For so long I have dream of having a friend that sees me for who I am despite my dark past. You very words have shown me that you do care and see me not as a princess but a fellow pony. I can’t put in words how happy I am to finally have a friend and one such as you, one that truly has a good heart and a wonderful way to make others feel like they actually do matter. Being a dragon with such power and yet has such compassion to all those you wish to protect, I am very grateful to be your friend.” Luna spoke through her tears hugging him tight.

Samson was also surprise by her own statement about him wanting to be her friend and knowing about her too. He felt his speech was actually lame and thought she would just laugh at him for making such a sappy request. But now here he is hugging his new friend and a princess no less. Which was actually weird, a princess befriending a dragon? Kinda blows all those old fairy tales of the ‘dragon kidnaps a princess’ deal out of the water. But he was happy to make her smiling and making her so happy, for some strange reason it makes his inside feel great but he doesn’t know why. So, the two just stayed there hugging each other as Luna rubs her head on his lower neck with a happy smile gracing her face, she since stops the water works s few moments ago, Luna was also surprise by the feel of his scales. She always thought a dragon’s scales were rough and unpleasant but to her delight Samson’s scales were smooth, warm, and almost feels like skin. Samson himself had to admit that she was indeed beautiful with the moon casting its light on her mane making it gleam so pleasantly as if it had its own glow. Her fur was very soft at the touch and she smelled just grand. It was then that Samson finally realized that he does find not just Luna beautiful, but also his other friends as well. They were all just so gorgeous in both body and personality to him. He was slowly seeing he was indeed attracted to them despite their species. Each one had a unique style of who they are that gives them such greater characteristics than anyone he ever knew. But he couldn’t help but going back to the previous thought of the whole ‘dragon befriends a bunch of ponies and a princess’ that it made him snicker a little. This of course got Luna’s attention.

“My dear friend, is everything ok?” She asks stopping her head rub.

“Oh, everything is fine, just finding this situation kinda funny and ironic.”

“How so?”

“I mean look at us, a dragon and a pony, a pony princess no less, being friends. That has to go against like every fairy tales about dragons kidnaping princesses and taking them to their hoard. So basically we’re saying ‘screw you fairy tale’s’ right in the face right now.” Samson laughed which made Luna laugh too.

“Indeed, you’re right Sir Samson. It does seem like that, and I’m more than happy to prove them wrong with you. I know were going to be the best of friends!” Luna said with glee in her voice.

“My too Princess.” He agreed.

“Please Sir Samson, call us Luna.”

“Ok and same goes for you, Samson is just fine.”

“Agreed, we shall call you just that.”

“Sweet! So, Luna I got a question for you.”

“Yes?”

“Why do you use the royal we?”

“Oh that, well we-I mean I’m still trying to learn the new modern speech of this era but it’s hard to…how does it go? Oh yes, going frozen duck after years away from home.”

“…Um, that’s going cold turkey.”

“Oh…as you can see I’m still learning.” Luna said with a small blush.

“I can tell, if you want I can help you with all the lingo of this world and some of mine if you want.” He offered.

“That would be wonderful, you truly are a good friend.”

“Hey that’s what friends do for one another…yawn oh sorry about that must be time for me to go back to bed.”

“I understand for I have to return to my duties as well. Have a more pleasant slumber this time around.”

“Hope so, night Luna.”

But instead of saying goodnight, Luna gave him a kiss that was dangerously close to his mouth. Samson eyes bulge out a bit from her sudden kiss. She pulled back after a minute giving a lovely smile.

“I hope that’ll give you better dreams. And thank you again Samson for being my friend and truly understanding me. Goodnight.” And with that Luna flew back inside the castle.

“Whoa…these Ponies sure know how to make a guy feel welcome with all this open affection and stuff. I am so going to hell for saying this but I think I’m actually starting to fall for them…Even if I am a mon-FUCKING HELL NO MORE! I’m not going to start that shit again; I don’t know where these fucking ideas are coming from but they end now! Fuck what Avache and that bitch voice said about me being a brute, they can shove their words so far up their asses that they need a gynecologist just to get the first sentence out! I’m going to show them and prove how fucking wrong they are. How they got these ideas in my head is a fucking pain and mystery but I will beat this!” Samson swears to himself.

With his promise, he flies back to his room to get some rest.

LOCATIN UNKOWN

“You must be fucking joking! You actually think mere words will defeat that shitty dragon?!” Agron snapped at Avache who remain calm and collective.

“Indeed, I do, for words have great power that can mold our minds into whatever they engrave into us and thus we in turn become what the words have say.” The Unicorn Pony said with a coy grin.

“……That has to be the biggest load of crap I have ever heard! What kind of retard would fall for something so dumb?” The bat creature asks the pony.

“Why not ask yourself that very same question?”

“Ask the same-ARE YOU CALLING ME RETARDED?!” Agron screamed at him.

“Well the evidence has shown you have made quite the many blunder every chance you had against the dragon. All your men dead, you flying head first knowing full well you can’t defeat him, and of course letting your anger get the better of you.” Avache said circling him.

“Why you little bitch! How dare you say I’m worthless! So yeah some of my plan went down the toilet…and yes, all my men I’ve brought with me are now dead cause of me…and I did fly away from that fucked up spirit…plus I was basically useless against the dragon……I…am a worthless retard. I wasn’t able to stop the dragon because I was so stupid and full of rage that I couldn’t even make a scratch on him…I am nothing but a……WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT COME FROM!!!!!” Agron scream can’t believing he said those things about himself.

“And so, you see, words do have great power. But they do need help, and thanks to this mechanical delight, they can.” Avache lifted his hat and there on top was an odd-looking trinket.

It was some short of metal cage that housed a green gem with gears and a small dish on the top.

“What is that supposed to be?” Agron asks.

“This is a little device I made a few years back. This gem has the power to enter any creatures mind and place any thought, the device it is placed in amplifies the negative thoughts by planting a subconscious message loop within the brain making the subject go crazy and believing in the words as it slowly grows the more they think about it to the point it breaks them. The more they think about even for a split second it’ll grasp tighter to their mind slowly making them believe they are what the words say. And the words themselves turn ‘alive’ per say taunting and nagging the individual to think more of it thus making it grow worse, such the cycle will continue till the ultimatum is reached.” Avache grinned evilly.

“Very interesting indeed Avache. Make the Elemental Dragon doubt himself to the point he’ll be useless against us.” The master spoke up.

“Thank you, kindly sir, as you can see it works on the very simple minded with ease.” He snickered.

“Fuck you!” The bat snapped.

“Yes, it did but a dragon’s mind is no weak point at all. It will take more than just enhance words to make him fully believe it. It could take months even years to make the dragon break which I will remind you time is a very critical asset we don’t have the lesser to spare.” He pointed out.

“I figured as much so I have my two companions head west were there are three very strong and extremely hot- tempered High Kings that should do the job. They will tip the scales over and thus we shall be rid of the dragon forever.”

“…Wait, are the High Kings going to make him think he’s whatever you place in his head or kill him?” Agron asks.

“Whichever comes first, I’m fine with either.” Avache shrugged.

“And if that doesn’t work Avache?” The master asks.

“Well…um…I…really haven’t thought that far ahead.” He said with a nervous smile.

“I thought so, we can’t take any chances with this dragon. I need that dragon gone, you hear me? If I want to take what is rightfully mine and ascend my species to the greatest level of god hood, I must have him dead! I thought I gotten rid of those Elementals from this continent years ago, but now this blasted Elemental Dragon is mucking up all my plans! They are the only dragons left in this world that still believes in him! And I cannot let that happen when the next stage is almost ready! As an Elemental Dragon, he has great powers that neither of you can challenge. We now know he has both Darkness and Chaos as his breaths, two of the six Ancient Breaths a dragon can wield. Both pure and raw in natural form it can even kill those who were born from it. He can kill you easily two. So, knowing all this, are you certain your plan will work perfectly?” The master asked.

“I do and with the unwilling aid of those High Kings it shall be a quick end.”

“And what of the bearers of the Elements, what if they try to interfere? If they somehow break the spell you place on the dragon, what then?”

“Yeah my spies say they may have shown some feelings for that overgrown lizard.” Agron pointed out.

“Not likely, the dragon must be the one to break it not them. Even if they try to help him or show any signs of caring the spell will make him think it’s not there. I truly believe that he doesn’t even know he is under any spell and just thinks he’s insane. But then Agron why would mare such as them even have feelings for such a beast. And speaking of, what will you do with them after you ‘convince’ them to use the Elements of Harmony?” Avache asks his master.

“Kill them of course, unless you have a better use for those weaklings?” The master asks but he had a feeling what he’ll say.

“While they do pose a great threat to mine and my colleges plans of our future of Equestria they do have a use in more ‘pleasurable’ uses for us. Even a gentlecolt such as I have urges only a mare can ease.” He said with a smirk.

“Depending if your plan does work, you can do with them as you please. They can be your new toys to play and rape for all I care.”

“Thank you, kindly master, I shall not disappoint you.” And with that Avache left the room.

“Hmp, I say his plan will flop. Damn stuck up pony thinks he’s so smart with that toy of his.” Agron huffed in anger.

“And it shall be his down fall.” The master said.

“Master?”

“That Unicorn’s plan may work for a short while but it will ultimately fail. He’s not seeing the bigger picture. Dragons are pure power and thus you must overcome power with equal primal power.”

“Are you saying you’re going to kill the dragon?”

“Why should I do anything while there’s a creature that hates the dragons more than anything in existence that would love to kill the dragon with joy.”

“Wait what, what creature?”

“A creature as old as the dragon race itself, for they are the opposite to them in nature and force. They have hunted and killed millions of them in the past out of greed, hatred, and pleasure. They hate the dragon race with all there being and would love nothing more than to kill them all in one fell swoop. They wish to be the alphas and not them and will do anything to active a goal like that going so far as killing unborn hatchlings and eating their corps for simple fun and enjoyment.”

“W-w-what kind of creatures would be crazy enough to hunt down dragons?” Agron asked in slight fear.

Within the darkness of the dim lilted room two eyes shone brightly with no pupils and held great power. The master utters these very worlds that sank deep in the minds of all dragons filled with scorn and hatred of these beast that pray on even their unborn young.

“The Nightcore Syves.”

MORNING IN PONYVILLE

“Ok now let’s do the wing measurement.” Twilight said to Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie.

It was a nice morning as we see Twilight, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and Samson in the park. Samson was in his normal dragon sizes letting the three Ponies do some measurements for Twilight’s new dragon guide book. Along with Samson’s knowledge of the dragon race Twilight also wanted to do some quick measurements and size comparison on him keeping in mind that he is a larger dragon than most Ponies ever saw, rare as it might seem, though Samson did state that there are dragons bigger than him out there but his size will be a good basis for now. They already gotten his height in both his quad and bipedal stances. He was around 45 feet when on fours but almost 90 feet tall when he is on two. And he was at least 75 or 79 yards long from snout to tail and weigh a hefty 10 tons. So now Pinkie Pie stood at one end of Samson’s wing with a measurement tape in mouth as Rainbow Dash flew over to his other wing with the other end.

“So, it looks like it’s about l20 yards.” Rainbow Dash said.

“Ok minus Samson’s body width that’s about over a hundred-foot wing span, amazing! I think Samson here as the largest wing to body ratio in recorded history!” Twilight excitedly wrote down on her notes.

“Neat but I’m not the one with the biggest wings around, that honor goes to the Wyverns. Those dudes were made to fly and so they have the biggest wing span than any dragon.” Samson said.

“Made to fly, sounds like they would be fun to see racing one another.” Rainbow Dash said.

“Oh, can we see that?! Can we? Can we? Can we? Can we? Can we?” Pinkie Pie asks hoping around on Samson’s head.

“Sure, if I can find any in this continent that isn’t a High King.” Samson said as he laid his head down next to them.

“Damn straight those bastards are a pain in the flank. So, what’s the big difference in a High King and you?” Rainbow Dash asks sitting on his face.

“The main difference is the way of life they follow. They are exactly like me in reason of species, group, and status. The entire group is made up of Chromatics, Fusions, and Wyverns. But a High King follows a set of guide lines that makes them think there the best. Having a shit load of gold and gems for a bed is one of them, being able to use fire and only fire, seeing other species as inferior, use fear and their powers to intimidate others to get what they want. And the main difference in them and like me is there inability to have compassion to even their own. So, High Kings are like any dragon out there but they are basically heartless.” Samson explains.

“And it was because of Dracul High King that they are like this?” Twilight asks and he nodded.

“Who’s Dracul?” Pinkie Pie asks.

“Dracul High King was the one that formed the group hundreds of thousands to quite possibly a little over a few million years ago, in order to oppose the Dragon King and take over. It started a civil war with the dragon race only ending with the Dragon King and Dracul disappearing. He was the one that made the High Kings who they are today.” Twilight explains.

“Wow sounds like a really asshole.” Rainbow Dash huffed.

“That about sums it up RD.” Samson said.

“But it also makes me ponder…do you think he’s behind all of this?” Twilight asks.

“Behind what?”

“Well everything that has happen in the best few weeks. The bat creatures, the Wendigo’s, and the evil spirit. All those attempts to get to the Elements of Harmony and almost killing you, do you think Dracul is responsible for it?”

“From the stories, I’ve heard about him it would fit the bill but the whole stealing of the Elements seems off. He believes only a dragon’s powers are the greatest source of power anywhere so why take a power source that doesn’t involve dragons in anyway?”

“Guess you’re right.” Twilight agreed with a sigh.

“Don’t worry Twilight, we’ll figure out who’s behind this soon so buck up.”

“Whoa Samson, what’s with calling Twilight a fuck up?” Rainbow Dash said looking at him with an annoyed expression.

“WAIT WHAT!? Oh, shit I’m so sorry Twilight I didn’t mean it like that I was trying to-” But a sound of laughter interrupted him as he looked down seeing the three mares laughing.

“Oh, that was too good Rainbow Dash, you got him good.” Pinkie Pie said giving her a hoof pump.

“Huh?!” Samson just looked at them with a ‘what the hell’ face.

“Oh Samson, you used the word in the right context but Rainbow Dash was just pulling your tail.” Twilight said while still giggling.

“I couldn’t help it man, it was just too easy.” Rainbow Dash snickered.

“Oh, son of a salamander’s dick I can’t believe I fell for that!” Samson snorted out ice.

“Now don’t be like that Samson, it was only a joke.”

“You know I’m still a noobie with your terms and stuff like that so I thought I actually said it wrong…but I guess you’re right. You got me fair and square but I will get you back.”

“Oh, I know Samson; I wouldn’t have it any other way so I’ll be waiting for that ‘payback’.” Rainbow Dash said rubbing her noes on his snout.

“…Um…right. Hey I need to head over to the old CMC clubhouse since the girls wanted to know something, I’ll catch you guys on the flip side.” Samson stood up and walk away.

“…Was it something I said?” Rainbow Dash asks her two friends.

“I think you scared him away.” Pinkie Pie said.

“No, I didn’t…did I?” Rainbow Dash looked worried.

“I don’t think you did. Perhaps he’s just preoccupied with whatever the girls want him for, but you might want to be a little less forward till we absolutely know he wants to be with any of us.” Twilight said.

“For how long Twilight? Our heat season is just around the corner and the last one nearly drove me to the ground, literately! And that’s because I wasn’t comfortable with anypony to help me with my needs beside you guys, I might have gone crazy if it weren’t for you girls. I don’t know why but I never seen other stallions like somepony I would be with at all, especially for this season…but with Samson…it’s like I can not only trust but I feel complete with him. I…I love him. I Love that dragon with all my heart. He’s the only stallion that I actually love…and the only guy that has cared for me and doesn’t care if I’m not like most mares…he sees me for who I am. He’s somepony I want to be with for the rest of my life and perhaps start a family one day.” Rainbow Dash said with a content smile on her face.

“Whoa Dashie, I never knew you loved Samson that much.” Pinkie Pie said greatly amazed by her words.

“Yeah, who would of thought I would fall in love with a dragon…but now…I wouldn’t have it any other way. You know it’s funny really, I first thought he was just some beast ready to kill us but after a while…I saw him in a totally different light.”

“When did you start having feelings for him?” Twilight asked.

“It’s hard to say but I think I started to have feelings for him around the first time he saved us from those bat jerks. Then I guess it just grew the more I was around him, playing around, talking sometimes, even telling him some of my past. I…I may not have said this to you guys…but I know I’m not the prettiest mare in town. Not like Rarity or Fluttershy with their natural looks or like you guys. Hell, everypony thinks I’m gay because I don’t flirt or hang out with guys…when I know guys don’t see me attractive at all. But with Samson, he doesn’t push me away when I do flirt with him and I do see he has look at my flank when he thinks I wasn’t looking. So, I know he finds me at least a little pretty. Plus, he’s just so perfect to me; I don’t care if he isn’t a pony. Samson is kind, cool, awesome, funny, pretty smart, and is so fucking hot. I love that hunk.” Rainbow Dash said with a blush and a dreamy look on her face.

“Believe it or not, I know what you’re feeling too Rainbow Dash. I wasn’t well sought out by guys either, mainly cause I was always studying and never took the chance to even have friends, and felt I wasn’t a pretty as most of the mares in Canterlot. I hear them saying I was some nerd or bookworm that has no feelings…it did get to me a lot in my younger years. Even when I moved to Ponyville and met all of you I still felt unattractive than many of the mares here…not one guy came up to me that didn’t involve the threat of the town. But Samson actually spend time with me and I also grew to love that dragon. He actually cares for me making me feel warm and safe around him. So yes, Rainbow Dash I know it kills you to wait to express your feelings for him cause I feel the pain too. I just want to be held in his arms as he scratches behind my ears saying he loves me while I return his love.” Twilight sighed in happiness.

“Damn Egghead that was deep, what about you Pinkie? Why do you love Samson?”

“Why wouldn’t I fall in love with him? After everything he done for us from saving my life, helping rebuild the town, treating me like a regular mare…and not thinking I’m just some annoying pony that thinks I’m just a child. I have urges like any mare and what to find a guy that will treat me as such and Samson is that guy. I know I act childish and can get on pony’s nerves from it and yet Samson still treats me like more than that. He’s the sweetest, neatest, funniest, greatest, nicest, friendliest, and bestest guy I ever known. Plus, he’s so huggable.” Pinkie smiled warmly.

“But do you really think he’ll love us like we love him?” Rainbow Dash asks.

“I’m not sure, but tonight will let him know our feelings for him. Let’s get the library ready. Me and Pinkie will get some of the things will need while you can get the others for tonight.” Twilight said to Rainbow Dash.

The others nodded and got ready for tonight.

WITH SAMSON

Samson landed on the property of Applejack’s farm quickly shrinking himself as he headed to the CMC clubhouse. The girls asked him if he could help them get their Cutie Marks. Though he knew squat how acquiring one really works he still said yes. It couldn’t be that hard…right?

“Hey girls I’m here and ready to get your Cutie Marks.” Samson called out.

Soon the little sounds of tiny hooves echo in the clubhouse as four fillies came out. The first three he knew but the fourth one was a unicorn filly with a pale purple coat color, a blonde mane, and yellow eyes. Like the others, she doesn’t have a Cutie Mark. And as per usually the three fillies all jumped on him and hugged a different part of his body.

“Howdy Samson, thanks for helping us.” Apple Bloom said hugging his left wing.

“Yeah it’s going to be major awesome!” Scootaloo said hugging his tail.

“With your hope, we’ll get our Cutie Marks for sure!” Sweetie Belle said hugging his lower neck.

“I’ll do my best, so who’s this little one?” Samson asks.

“This is our newest member Dinky Doo.” Scootaloo introduces her.

“Hi Samson!” Dinky said waving her hoof at him with excitement.

“Hey there nice to meet you Dinky…wait…Doo…are you related to a Ditzy Doo by any chance?” Samson asks.

“Yup, she’s my mommy and the best there is. Thank you for protecting her when that awful monster tried to kill her.” Dinky went up to him and gave him a big hug.

“No prob, so what is the schedule for today?”

“As you know, we are the very few Ponies in Ponyville that haven’t found our Cutie Mark. So, we decided we should try to get them doing different things, different dragon things.” Apple Bloom said hinting on the word.

“…Is there an actual Cutie Mark that revolves around dragons or are you girls just pulling that from your backsides?” He looked at them with a raised eyebrow.

“There hasn’t been a recorded one yet but with your help we’ll sure to get one!” Sweetie Belle said.

“Alright then, what’s first? Can’t be too bad, right?” Samson asks.

20 MINUTES LATER IN THE APPLE TREE FEILDS

“Oh, how I hit a new low in my life…makes me wonder how I let you girls talked me into this.” Samson groans.

“Oh, don’t be a baby; you said you would do this for us.” Scootaloo said.

“Indeed, I did and while I will help you girls in anything to get your Cutie Mark, I have but one slight question…WHY AM I IN A BLOODY CHICKEN SUIT!?” Samson yelled comically.

True to his words, stands a mighty dragon in a raggedy old chicken suit that has seen its better days. The white feathers were worn and tainted a bit yellow, the head looked mangled, and the whole thing was tight. Plus, it was very uncomfortable to fit in as both his wings and tail were stuff in awkward and slightly painful places.

“I think you look cute in it Samson.” Dinky giggled.

“Cute is a word I wouldn’t even consider with this piece of junk. This thing should be condemned for ever being wearied, plus this suit looks like it hasn’t been used in the last 100 years! Seriously, what kind of talent would require this?”

“Hogged tie a dragon in a chicken suit Cutie Mark of course.” Apple Bloom said.

“……ok now I know you’re just pulling this out of your little bungholes.”

“Please, just act like a chicken and let us catch you.” Sweetie Belle used the puppy eyes on him.

Even with all the powers he has, he was totally weak against the Pony’s puppy eyes attack.

“Oh, all right, but no one better know about this. I wouldn’t be able to live this down.”

“You mean no pony, right?” Dinky corrected.

“………Your so lucky your all too cute.” Samson grumbled and started clucking like a chicken.

“Ok girls, CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS CAPTURE A DRAGON IN A CHICKEN SUIT YAY!” The four cheered each with a lasso.

“Say that three times fast.” Samson thought as he pecked the ground.

The four galloped around Samson holding a lasso in their mouths getting ready to tie Samson up. Samson just clucks away seemingly oblivious to the ‘danger’ of being capture. The four twirled the ropes in the air and let them go heading to Samson but he had other plans. Samson dodge all of the lassos with ease still clucking.

“Hey! No fair Samson!” Sweetie Belle’s voice cracked a bit.

“Oh, it is fair plus I believe you have to earn it in order to truly receive it.” He smirks and he flaps his ‘wings’ running away from them.

“After the chicken-dragon!” Dinky shouted and the girls chased him.

So, the four fillies chase Samson around the apple field, though it was a bit weird to run on two legs for Samson. The four tried to lasso the illusive ‘chicken-dragon’ as Dinky has now dub him but even being in the suit was still able to miss all of their catches but her could still hear their giggles and laughter. This makes him smile; it filled his heart with joy and warmth to see they were having a good time, despite him looking like the ugliest bird on the planet. The ‘chase’ went on for about five more minutes till Samson decided to let them catch him so all four of the girls lasso him, poorly he had to admit, and hogged tie him up with all four of them on top of Samson grinning.

“All right! We caught him!” Apple Bloom said with excitement.

“Your darn tut’n, we got to get our Cutie Marks for sure!” Scootaloo smiled.

The four looked at their flanks but found no Cutie Mark of any kind.

“Rats!” Dinky kicked her hoof in slight disappointment.

“I thought for sure we would get it, sorry Samson for going through this for nothing.” Sweetie Belle rubbed her nose on his head.

“It’s fine, sorry it didn’t work.” He said though he already knew this would be a bust.

“Well maybe we can do other things that involve dragons.” Dinky said.

“As long as I don’t have to wear more ridicules costumes I’m in. Now jump off me so I can get of this freak’n eye shore of a bird suit off before someone sees me in it.”

“I would see why, that thing does make you look silly.” Said a female voice.

“Yeah, I know so…wait, that sounded like…” Samson slower turned his head to see Applejack, Big Mac, and Granny Smith looking at him trying and failing to not laugh at him.

(AN: A little history lesson I just learned. The name ‘Granny Smith’ isn’t just a normal ‘non-Pony’ sounding name; it is actually a name of a type of apple that came to be around in the 1868 in Eastwood, New South Wales, Australia that was discovered by a women name Maria Ann Smith. Like the Cartoon counterpart, Maria had many children and was a prominent figure of the community, when it was actually small during that time frame, and was given the name Granny Smith. Now weather this was the bases when make the character Granny Smith for the show I can’t say but I found it interesting since I thought it was an inside joke for Granny Smith was the only character that had a ‘human’ name throughout the whole serious by the creators. But once again the show just goes deeper than the skin of screen, even though I’m pretty sure that’s wasn’t the intention to begin with. Just a little something I wanted to share with you all, back to the story!)

“………How long?” He simply asks.

“The very first moment you clucked.” Big Mac snorted in mild amusement.

“I wouldn’t suppose you believe me if I say this was some dragon wizardry I casted and this was all an illusion?” Samson tried to bullshit his way out of it.

“Not a chance big boy.” Applejack smirks.

“Well worth a shot. Alright yes I’m dressed like a butt ugly chicken so the girls could tie me up in order to get a Cutie Mark in…in all honesty in the a pretty far fetch way to getting a Cutie Mark.”

“Oh, those young’uns go after anything to get one, even if it means making it up along the way.” Granny Smith said.

“I figured as much, girls if you please?” The four got off of him as he untangled himself and got rid of the costume and yet it seems to be uncooperative.

“…Um…can one of you get the zipper on my back? The chicken suit is kinda making it hard for me to get it.” Samson asks them.

“I got it!” Apple Bloom said as she hopped on his back and grasps the zipper with her teeth.

But it was harder than it looks as it wasn’t budging an inch. She tried a few more times but it wouldn’t come off.

“Tarnation this zipper is stuck good.” She huffed.

“Oh fan-freak’n-tastic, just what I need, a busted zipper on a really uncomfortable costume.” Samson snorted out smoke.

“Hold yer chickens there Samson, I’ll get it off.” Macintosh said.

“Yeah throw a chicken joke on a guy stuck in a bloody chicken suit, real classy there big red.” Samson rolled his eyes.

Big Mac just chuckled as he pulls on the zipper but has little effect as well.

“Gah this thing is really holding. Can’t say I can remove it.”

“Of course, this is happing to me. I mean what else could make this worst.”

“Sam Hill girls, where did you get the costume? It looks like you got it from a trash can.” Granny Smith asks.

“How’d you know where we got it?” Scootaloo asks.

“……what.” Samson gave the girls a tweaked look.

“Yeah it was Pinkie Pie’s old Nightmare Nights old costume. We found it in the garbage the other day so since she didn’t want it we took it.” Dinky explained.

“It does look like her old one now that you mention it.” Applejack spoke.

“………are you telling me I’m wearing a costume that was made for a mare found in trash?” Samson asks.

“Pretty much.” Sweetie Belle smiled.

“…And pry tell how is this, at all even conceived, to be a good idea?”

“We figured it could help us get our Cutie Marks.” Apple Bloom said.

Samson just looked at them with a twitching right eye as he calmly walks away from the others till he was about 20 feet away. The ponies were confused as to what Samson was going to do.

“You said this was found in the trash, right? So, that would suggest that Pinkie won’t want it back?” Samson asks.

“The whole ‘found it in the trash’ wasn’t a dead giveaway?” Applejack said with a raised eyebrow.

“Just checking.”

And with that Samson’s whole body was covered in the green aura before expanding causing the costume to rip apart into tiny bits. Once the aura fades he stretches his now free body from the kinks and cramps the suit was doing to him.

“Ok seriously, we need to talk about what’s not ok with certain things you four do. Hogtie me while in a crummy getup is one thing, but taking a crummy getup that was from the garbage? What were you four thinking?” Samson looks at the fillies questionably.

“…Ok, so the trash costume might have been over the top. But the next one sure as Celestia’s sun shines will get our Cutie Mark.” Dinky said.

“Which is?”

“Dragon Riding Cutie Mark!” Sweetie Belle smiled.

“…Well, that does seem more legit.” Samson hummed in approval.

“Yeah that one doesn’t seem too trashy.” Big Mac smirks.

“……really on the roll with those jokes today huh big red?” Samson asks with an apathetic expression.

“Only if you give me what I get.”

“Yeah well heed old dragon saying ‘what comes around goes around.’ That kind of stuff will get you.”

“Everypony knows that one sonny boy.” Granny Smith added.

“Just saying.”

“Come on Samson, let’s go. We need to get our Cutie Mark on Dragon Riding!” Scootaloo said putting her left hoof on his forearm getting his attention.

“Ok girls hold your throttles; we have the whole day to find your Cutie Marks.” Samson reinsures them.

“YAY!” They all said giggling at the excitement they’ll have.

“Must say you sure have a way with fillies. Never seen the tikes so excited.” Granny Smith said with a smile.

“Well you know being a dragon means awesomeness all around. Plus, it’s not that hard to please them, simple things that I have no trouble with and I swear Big Mac you bring up the chicken suit again I’ll personally stuff you in the smallest bunny suit I can find and see how you like it.” Samson warned him a smile showing his teeth.

“Noted. Well I got some business in town so I’ll be on my way. Take care of my sister Samson.” He nodded at them and head off.

“Better head off too; the girls are basically making holes in the ground from waiting.” Samson said nodding his head to the four fillies who were fidgeting like crazy.

“Ok, make sure the tikes are back before dark. They have school tomorrow. Don’t want them tired for Miss Cheerilee’s lessons now do we?” Granny Smith said.

“Will do, see you later AJ.”

“Good luck with the crusading big boy.” Applejack flutters her eyes a bit.

“…Sure…let’s hit the road girls.” Samson said and the girls hopped on and he walked into town.

As the five left Granny Smith looked over to her granddaughter seeing her confused and a bit hurt.

“Don’t worry dearie, Samson will catch on soon.” Applejack looked at her grandmother somewhat confused by her comment.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I saw that jester you gave him. It may take a bit but he’ll swing your way soon enough.” Applejack blushed a little at being caught flirting at Samson.

“W-w-what makes you think I like him that way?” She asked with a slight nervous tune.

“Now my eyesight might not be what it used to be but I know when a girl has her eyes on stallion a mile away when I see one.”

“That obvious huh?” Granny Smith just nodded.

“If I’m that obvious, how come Samson doesn’t see it? Unless that means he isn’t interested in me…but then again, why would he?” She spoke with a dishearten voice.

“Now listen here child, you are a fine, lovely, and beautiful mare that has ever grace this barn. You have all the right traits to make any stallion turn your way. Hell, I know for a fact many, many stallions have asked me for your hoof in marriage. So, don’t go all gloomy with imaginary thoughts of you being unattractive. Never think otherwise baby.” Granny Smith said lifting her head to make her look at her.

“Really…but then why isn’t Samson noticing me the way I want too?” Applejack seemed to almost plead for her advice.

“Simple, he’s a male and all males are too dumb to know what a female want if it doesn’t include showing him your wet snatch an inch from their face.”

“Granny!” Applejack blushed like crazy from her grandmother’s Rated-R comment.

“Now you know that’s true. And as much as I care for that boy for all he has done for us he is a male and so he won’t pick it up as quickly. But if you continue to show your interests in him he will come around to your side in no time, guarantee.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

“I…sorry Granny, I must sound like one of Rarity’s sappy romances books. It’s just this whole thing is new to me; it’s a whole different basket then bucking apples from trees. But for Samson I would do anything.” Applejack said proudly.

“You love him something fierce, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, I know it might seem rushed since I only know him for a sort time. It shouldn’t make sense how I can fall for him so fast, but I guess with all he’s done plus spending time to get to know him more…I don’t know it just feels right with him. Just spending time with him is great, knowing that he actually values me as a mare than a piece to ride the bull with some of these stallions. Sure, I meet some good ones but not one I see myself with in the long run you know? My heart just feels like it’ll pop out every time I see him, he makes me feel whole, and despite not being a pony he’s the most attractive male I have ever laid my eyes on. He has all the traits I look for in a guy, brave, hardworking, not afraid to get dirty, cares about me and the others, and willing to what must be done. Samson is the whole deal and I’ll be dammed if I let him through my hooves.” Applejack concludes with a left hoof down to emphasize her last statement.

“I understand completely. Believe it or not I felt the same way for your Grand pappy all those years ago, Course I was the one was too stubborn to see I was in love with him during that time but still he was everything to me. He wasn’t your stander stallion either but I fell for him like a sack of apples. So yes, I know what you’re going though now. Like mine yours will take time but only if you do nothing…or try to knock him over in a pile of manure for trying to kiss you…whatever comes first.”

“…Um…good tip…and thank you for help granny.” Applejack went up to her and gave her a big hug.

“Anytime sweetie.” Granny Smith hugged back.

WITH SAMSON AND THE CMC

“Dang nab it! I thought for sure that one would do the trick.” Apple Bloom huffed as the five walked in Ponyville main straight.

Or more like the four fillies sat on Samson and he walk.

(AN: Yes, I know Ponyville doesn’t have streets but I had to place something. Not like someone posted a detailed map of everything in the show. If by some chance or someone has way too much time on their hands unlike me, then if you would so kindly say so I may replace this bit…or not, doesn’t really detracted from the story in reality.)

“Yeah, I can’t understand way that one didn’t work?” Dinky agreed.

“Maybe cause you can’t really charm a dragon or anything for that matter with a harmonica…and playing it so badly.” Samson answered.

“We weren’t that bad.” Scootaloo countered.

“The freak’n fish tried to swim on land just to escape the noise. Heck even my hearing isn’t hundred percent back yet…really sucks to have acute hearing at times.” Samson groaned.

It has been two hours since the five left the Apple Farm and have scratched out at least five different dragon-type Cutie Marks to get which included dragon riding, dragon surfing, catch a dragon the non-chicken suit way, dragon whispering, and dragon charming. In which all failed.

“Maybe we should try dragon climbing?” Sweetie Belle suggested.

“You know just putting any words together with dragon won’t actually make it a Cutie Mark, right?”

“Well how else will we find our Cutie Mark?” Dinky asks.

“Got me? In all honesty, the whole thing doesn’t make much sense to me at all. I mean if a Cutie Mark is destined to be yours and yours alone, shouldn’t it be there once you’re born? Or what if your talent is something you don’t really enjoy? Does that mean you can’t do anything else once you get it? And the ones you do see don’t actually add up to what your good at either half the time.” Samson listed.

The girls just stood there not really sure how to take what he said. Much was over their head and their innocent minds really couldn’t fathom his logic or statement. Samson saw their bewilder features and concluded it was what he said that might have gave them a massive brain fart.

“But then what do I know, I’m just a flying lizard that used to be human from a world that had no magic so most of what’s here won’t make sense to me.” Samson said hoping it would snap them out of their stupor.

“Oh, that makes sense. So, what should we do know?” Sweetie Belle asks.

Samson looked around and saw they we’re near Sugercube Corner and thought it would be a good time for a little rest.

“How about we head to Sugercube Corner and get some milkshakes, my treat.” He suggested.

“YAY!” The four jumped in excitement.

Samson just chuckled at their reaction; it always made him smile that such things like milkshakes can bring them such happiness. Once they calmed down enough they hopped back on Samson and he walked them to the shop. It didn’t take them long to get there as they were in smell range of the sweet confectionaries the store was emitting. The girls smelled the air making smacking sounds with their lips at the smell of the air, even Samson was watering up a tad. As they got near Samson suddenly stopped at the edge of the store making the girls looked at him confused why he stopped.

“Why’d you stopped Samson?” Scootaloo asked.

“I’m not sure why, but something is telling me something is wrong.” Samson looked around to find out why.

“What do you mean?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Dragons are more in tune with their instincts than most Ponies and something is setting of mine. Nothing truly bad but still nothing I like.”

“Well I don’t see…wait what’s happening over there?” Apple Bloom pointed to were a few Ponies were gathered.

The others looked over and saw at least four other Ponies that seemed to be an argument. The first three were males; one was an Earth Pony with light red fur and purple mane and tail with a Cutie Mark of two trees with a ribbon on the trunks and brown eyes. The next was an orange unicorn with blue streaks in his white mane and sort tail as his Cutie Mark was of a chicken and purple eyes. The last was another Earth Pony with an almost blond like brown fur and mane of blue but seems to lake a tale and black eyes. But it was the last pony that they knew right off the back.

“Hey that’s mommy, I wonder what she’s doing with those stallions. I never seen them before.” Dinky said.

“Let’s wonder over and see what their up too. Giddy up Samson.” Apple Bloom said.

“Giving a pony a pony ride, there’s something weirdly poetic about it.” Samson hummed at his little inside joke.

But Samson’s instincts were going to the red section when they got close and what he sees makes his blood boil. Derpy was slouched over with her satchel of letters strewn all over the ground and the three male ponies didn’t look to please. And her expression was not the happy kind either, Samson can smell the tears meaning she was on the verge or is crying.

“Please I didn’t mean to bump into you, it was an accident.” Derpy said in a Fluttershy like voice.

“With the way, your eyes are I’m surprise you can even see that! Are you like this cause somepony punch your pathetic face or did you came out already bucked up from birth?” The light red pony said with a cruel tune.

“Seriously, why give a dumb mare that can’t even see straight to deliver mail or even fly?” The orange one said in a similar tune to the first.

“Must felt sorry for her since she can’t do anything at all, being a retard does do that.” The brown one added.

“Please…stop calling me those things. My eye sight isn’t the best but I’m not retarded.” She tried to speak up.

“Oh, and what are you going to do? You can’t even fly straight so how can a bitch like you stand up to us?” The Unicorn asked pushing her to the ground butt first.

Before Samson could do anything, Dinky jumped off of him and ran to her mother.

“Mommy!” The for Ponies looked over to the running filly.

“Dinky?! What are you doing here?” Derpy asked as she catches her daughter in a hug.

“Are you hurt mommy? Did those mean bullies hurt you?” Dinky asked with the saddest face you ever seen.

“Mommy?” The three asked rather shocked to hear that.

“That’s right! She my mommy and the best there is so stop picking on you dumb meanie bullies!” Dinky warned the three.

“Dinky don’t!”

“Ok first, what guy is desperate enough to stick his junk into her to make you? And second, you best stand down brat or you won’t like what I’ll do to you.” The red one threaten her.

“Please don’t, she just a filly.” Derpy tried to reason.

“No pony talks to me like that and thinks they get off. You didn’t raise you kid well enough to let her know to not stick her nose into things she doesn’t understand. But with a retarded mother like you it isn’t such a shocker.” The other laugh at that.

“Ok that’s enough from all of you idiotic degenerates!” Samson spoke up.

“Huh? Hey who said…that…?” The three turned to Samson and nearly shit themselves.

In front of them was a very large, very angry looking, fierce dragon looking down at them. Samson snuck around after putting the three girls near one of the residents who agree to watch them while he deals with the three jerks. Once in place Samson returned to his original size to teach the three a lesson. How the three didn’t see the glowing aura behind them was a bit curious but that just gave Samson the bigger edge…even if it would be a pointless thing in all honesty.

“I’m going to ask this only once, apologies to the lovely mare and her sweet daughter before I make you!” Samson growled.

The three sat there for five seconds, jumped in the air, scream like little girls, and ran as fast as possible.

“Yeah so not going to let you three do that.” Samson quickly scoped them up in his claws carefully and brought them to his height.

“Please don’t eat us!” The cried in unison.

“Why does every freak’n Pony think I’ll eat them…oh yeah…the dragon thing.” He thought.

“You three maybe assholes but even I won’t stoop to that level, but you are going to answer for you jackassness to her and her daughter now.”

“And, why should we? Since you’re not going to hurt us what would make us say sorry to that mare?” One of them asks getting their bravado back once they heard he won’t hurt them.

“Yeah!” The other two chimed in.

“Maybe I wasn’t clear, you WILL apologies or else.”

“Or else what?”

Samson just smirked as he suddenly threw the three high in the air and did he send the jerks extremely high in the air. Past the clouds and still soring the three screaming like their live was flashing before their eyes, which it was, as they continue their ascension to the ‘heavens’. Samson zipped past them reaching where they would stop and waited. Not even a few seconds’ past before the three come up to the top of force of his throw, Samson stuck his tail out before they could drop. The shaken stallions were trying to catch their breath and not fall to their death. The red one regain his breathing and looked at Samson with rage in his eyes.

“Are you bucking INSANE!? You’re supposed to protect us not give us all heart attacks you fucking lizard!”

“Oh, so have heard of me? Then why did you assume I would eat you all? Actually, I don’t care about that right now, you have some explaining to do.”

“Such as?” The brown one asks.

“What’s the deal with being assholes to Derpy?”

“Cause she’s a freak’n retard that’s why!” The Unicorn spat out.

“Ok we seem to have bit of a thorn to deal with so how about you all just calm down and-”

“Why should we listen to you?! You tried to kill us!”

“Cause I’m the only one that can get you back to ground level save and sound. But you three already know this so how about we make a deal? I bring you back down if you apologies to Derpy and her daughter, put all this under the bridge and be done with it all? What do you say?”

“And if we say no?”

“Then you get back on your own accord.”

“Oh, yeah right, like you would actually drop us. You can’t do that remember? You protect us Pony’s from danger. So, stop saying crap like that and-” But before he could finish Samson quickly moved his tail from out beneath them.

“AHHHH!” The three-screamed bloody murder as the plummeted to their ‘doom’.

They held onto each other as the wind whips past them with blinding speed looking upon the ground as it gets closer and closer. It wasn’t long before they could see they were about to hit the ground and meet their death only for a red claw to appear out of thin air and catch them all. Once they realize they weren’t going to die they looked to see who save them and saw it was Samson, which shouldn’t surprise them. The Pony’s saw all of it ground side and breath out thankful sigh of relieve that he was able to stop their fall though some wish he would let them drop for what they did.

“Y-y-you crazy beast!? What kind of sick game are you playing at!?” The brown one yelled.

“Not playing anything, just wanted you three to see that you can’t just be such big jerks and not think you’ll get away with it.”

“Oh, and what you pulled won’t come back to you!?”

“Beats being such huge jerk to a sweet mare like Derpy!” One of the townsfolk spoke up.

“Yeah what right do you have calling her such horrid names?” Another spoke up.

“You punks think you can stroll right in and cause trouble without thinking you won’t be in trouble? Talk about thinking your above everypony.” One sneer out.

“They do have a point. And yes, one day my actions will come back to me one day but not this day. Look just say you’re sorry or do you prefer I send you even higher in the air, I can do that all day…in fact.” Samson smiled wickedly.

“No! Wait! Don’t!” They try to say but once again were launched in the air.

“Samson!” Derpy spoke with an unamused look.

“What?”

“Was that really necessary?”

“No but they needed to be taught a lesson. What they said and what they could do isn’t just not right but left uncheck could bring you harm Derpy. I wasn’t going to let some jerk-offs do as they please cause you made a mistake.”

“But I did kinda start this.” Derpy poke the ground looking said.

“Ok so you ran them over, big freak’n whoop. You said you’re sorry and you didn’t mean to do it. Yet those assholes were ganging up on you and putting you down, so not cool. People like them just don’t truly see the damage they cause to others, especially to those who are kind and super cool like you.” This made Derpy gasped a little in surprise.

“You…really think so? But I’m different than most pony’s…especially my eyes…”

“Derpy, as far as I can see there hasn’t been a single duplicate in this whole town, not even twins are the same. So yeah, your different but so is your kid, the girls, the rest of the pony’s in town, and course I’m the biggest sore thumb there is here. There is no such thing as two same people, similar two can be but never the exact same. And yeah, your eyes may not be considered normal but in all honesty, what the hell is normal here? Seriously, back where I’m from this, all of this, would be considered nuts! Hell you, a pony, is talking to a ten ton, ruby scale, multi-element breathing, 45 tall flying lizards for Christ sakes. Is that normal?”

“Well…I…no I guess not.” She agreed.

“There you go. And in all honesty, your eyes are not only cool looking but pretty as well.” Now this made her blush.

“You…think…they’re pretty?” She stuttered a little.

“Sure do. Plus, I seen you be able to do regular stuff like anyone else despite your less than perfect sight. Your able to move on each and every day completing mundane tasks that maybe simple to many can be difficult for you. Your stronger than you think Derpy, you master your vision and use it to your advantage. Never letting it stop you from who you are. Never letting it dictate your world. And never becoming less than a great person and a loving mother by what Dinky has mention. Derpy, you never let those eyes of yours, pretty as they may be, define you, you define them. It’s no wonder you’re such a beautiful person.” Samson concluded as he softly rubs his huge snot by her head.

She couldn’t move, think, or hardly breath. No one has ever spoken to her with such words of encouragement, beauty, or detail in all her life. Sure, many of her friends use similar words but nothing as profound as his. It was almost too much for her. She finally notices Samson’s rubbing so she stood on her hind legs and hug his nose as hard as she could by rubbing her head all over it. The CMC had tears in their eyes as they aw’d cutely at the scene. In fact, most of the ponies there were doing what the girls are doing. Samson himself felt happy that he was making her feel a hell of a lot better now.

“Man, she’s so cute, it’s almost baffles me why anyone would be so jerky to her? But I guess even these guys can be fucking jerks. Boy Derpy sure is a hugging mare, almost like Pinkie. Not to mention she is beautiful in her own way…wait…does this mean I’m attractive to milf’s? Though if I am she is a lovely milf.” Samson thought.

“Such a disgusting pervert you are! I am glad I got rid of you when I had the chance!” The voice from before spoke up.

“Oh, great your back. Hey I hear there’s a convention of disembody voices just in Florida so why not take your sorry non-existing ass over there and get your non-existing face eaten off by a naked hobo zombie and finally die cause I’m already sick of hearing your voice…and I’m talking to voices in my head that don’t exist again aren’t I? Fuck me.”

“Wow Samson you sure showed those bullies what for!” Apple Bloom spoke up as the three trotted over to them.

“I didn’t know you could throw Somepony that high up!” Scootaloo said.

“Yeah maybe we can get our Cutie Marks in that?” Sweetie Belle asks.

“How about we don’t and say we did? Besides I still need to give you four milkshakes. In fact, why not join us Derpy, bet you can use one?” Samson asks the mare.

“Yeah come with us mommy!” Dinky urges her mom.

“Wish I could muffin but with all this hullabaloo I need to deliver the rest of this mail, maybe next time Samson.”

“Actually, I can take your route Derpy, I’ll tell the boss what happened. I’m already done with mine and you look like you need the rest of the day off. Plus, it looks like your almost done anyways so go on have fun girl.” A light purple Pegasus with long orange mane and tail that has three envelopes for a Cutie Mark spoke up.

“Are you sure Mary Way?”

“Positive now go.” The mare took her satchel and flew off.

“Well guess I’m off for the rest of the day.”

“YAY!” The four cried in a cheer.

So, Samson, Derpy and the girls enter the store, as Samson shrunk to get in, and soon found a nice table to sit at. Samson bought the shakes and made his way to them but for some reason he felt he forgot something. But he quickly shook it off and made his way to them. Once seated Samson passed around the shakes and they all enjoyed the smooth cool taste of the shakes.

“Now that hit the spot.” Dinky sighed out happily.

“Here, here!” The others agreed.

“So, what have you four been doing?” Derpy asks.

“Well we’re trying to get our Cutie Marks as usual and Samson is here to help us get dragon Cutie Marks.” Scootaloo said.

“I don’t think there has been a Cutie Mark with anything about dragons before. Nor do I know a pony crazy enough to do it. I sure hope you’re not doing anything too extreme with Samson.” Derpy asks with a questionable gaze.

“Don’t worry, I’m making sure they don’t go overboard with anything too crazy.” Samson assured her.

“Though I still say we should try Dragon Climbing as our next Cutie Mark.” Sweetie Belle suggested.

“What?” Derpy looked at Samson.

“Apparently, they’re trying any word to go with dragon and doing it. Doesn’t seemed to get us anywhere but then again what do I know about Cutie Marks?”

“Still was fun seeing you in the chicken suit and acting out as one.” Dinky snickered.

“Really now?” Derpy looked at Samson with an amuse smile.

“They tricked me to volunteer into that crummy thing! I swear!”

“Sure, sure. Wish I could have seen it; you must have looked cute.”

“Here you go Miss Derpy!” Sweetie Belle handed her a picture of Samson in the suit.

“What the!? When did you take a picture if me, more to the point how?” Samson asks.

“You didn’t see Scoots taking the picture?” Apple Bloom asks.

“No I did not…though now I feel stupid I didn’t see it.” Samson slammed his head to the table.

“Huh, isn’t this the same costume Pinkie Pie wore last Nightmare Night?” Derpy asks.

“Yeah we got it from the trash and Samson wore it.” Scootaloo said.

Now Derpy was snickering at that. Samson himself felt so embarrassed by the fact that Derpy not only saw him in that rat suit of a costume but knows it was from Pinkie’s garbage. If word of this gets out to the masses he’ll never hear the end of it, period!

“Why me?” He mumbled.

“Oh, don’t be like that Samson, you actually do look cute in it.” Derpy said patting his back.

“You kidding, I look like an overstuff turkey that went skinny-dipping in toxic waste and now looks like something from a cruddy b-movie that not even the Sci-fi channel would accept.” He counters.

“Uh…I…don’t know to reply to that…at all?”

“Basically, I look like crap.” He summarized.

“No, you don’t. Your just over thinking it. Yes, the suit might be a tad small and I have no idea how it didn’t rip in the first place but I do believe you pull it off very well.” Derpy tried to make it seem less crappy.

“Ah you’re just saying that but it’s still nice of you to say that Derpy so thanks.”

“Whelp I’m done and ready to get our Cutie Mark girls!” Apple Bloom said and the others agree.

“Guess that’s my que to leave.” Derpy said as the six left the store.

“Why not come with us mommy?” Dinky asks.

“I would but since I have the rest of the day off I need to do a few things before going home. But I’ll see you when you get home. Now be safe and stay with Samson sweetie, I love you.” Derpy hugged her daughter giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“I love you too mommy.”

Samson just smile at the lovely scene of mother and daughter love. Not to sound mussy but he always likes seeing stuff like that. But deep in the corner of his being he felt jealous as well. He never had that kind of love growing up and always felt cheated that others got it and not him.

“That’s because you don’t deserve any love! You’re a fucking monster!” The voice spoke up but Samson ignore it.

“Well see you later than Derpy, oh and before I forget.” Samson stretched out his left arm as something fell into it.

It was the three stallions, they were covered in a thin layer of ice and looked like they saw death itself. Derpy and girls almost forgotten about them. Samson quickly thawed and carefully them out as their color returned to them.

“Welcome back boys. I hope you had a fun trip. So, ready to apologies or do you wish to see the sky again up close?”

“NO!” The three jumped down and landed near Derpy.

“We’re so sorry for being jerks to you and your kid! We know now you didn’t mean to pump into us! Please forgive us!” The three-cried begging at her hooves.

“Uh…yeah I forgive you.” Derpy said.

“See that wasn’t so hard, now was it? Isn’t nice to finally get that all cleared up? Now we can-”

“They’re gone big bro.” Scootaloo spoke up interrupting Samson.

Indeed, where the three dudes were stood three pony shape dust clouds and dust trails that leads all the why out from Ponyville.

“Huh, guess they had places to be. Oh well.” He shrugged.

“You do know they ran cause of what you did right?” Derpy asks.

“I know.” He smiled.

“Well I’m off and Samson.”

Derpy flew up to him taking his head in her hooves and kissing him square on his scaly lips. Samson was beyond shocked by this, not just by her bold actions but how good her lips felt. He didn’t think long on it as the kiss ended. Derpy had a nice shade of pink on her cheeks with a lovely smile gracing her lips.

“Looks like somepony is going to have a new dad soon, lucky!” Apple Bloom said to Dinky but both Samson and Derpy heard it making them both blush hard.

Though again you couldn’t tell with Samson since his scales made it tough to see.

“Just a little thank you for your words and being so good to me. See you later Samson.” And with that she flew off.

“Well then…that was…yeah…so what’s next on the agenda girls?” Samson asks still feeling a little light headed from the kiss.

“Oh, I know what we can do but we need some things from my room.” Sweetie Belle said.

“Very well, hop on and I’ll take you too…um, where do you live again?” Samson asks the filly.

“With Rarity at the Carousel Boutique. Hop to it Samson!”

So, Samson and the girls headed to Rarity’s shop which only took ten minutes from the store. Once there Samson looked at the store and found it rather odd, it looks like a combination of a merry-go-round and one of those fancy shops from Canterlot. But Samson had to remember who this shop belongs to so he just waved it off as another long, long list of ‘it’s a pony thing’ and enter the store. Inside was a crap load of materials that one would think would to use to make clothing. The materials themselves consist of cloth fibers of different colors, gems of all shorts, and accessories that were thrown everywhere but not to a point it would be called a chaotic pigsty. By the walls were different clothing from gowns to tuxedos. Which was an odd thought since Pony’s rarely use cloths of any sort. Samson looked around the store till he spotted both Rarity and Fluttershy who seemed to be both working on a snazzy looking dress.

“Do you think this pattern will work on her?” Rarity asks Fluttershy.

“Um, I believe so. I’m not too good with this you know.” Fluttershy spoke timidly.

“Now we both know you have more knowledge in this than you lead on my dear, plus I like a second pair of eyes to help me with this. Even with all my years in this trade there are just some ponies that are a bit hard to make dresses for.”

“Hey Rarity! Hey Fluttershy!” Sweetie Belle spoke up which spoke the two mares.

“Goodness me! Sweetie Belle, what have I told you about sneaking up on me while I am working? One of these days your-Samson? Oh, my you’re here! Ack my shop is such a mess, please excuse the mess. Had I known you be here I would of clean up, oh how embarrassing.” Rarity slumps on the floor covering her eyes with her forelegs.

“Whoa hey there Rarity no need to get down. I’m just stopping by so the kids can get what they need, so no need to feel bad, here up you go.” Samson carefully picked her up from the floor and set her back on her hooves.

“There we go, alright little munchkins grab what you need and we’ll continue finding your Cutie Marks.” He turned to the four.

“Shouldn’t take long, be back in a split!” Sweetie Belle said and the girls went to her room.

“So, what’s shaken with you two?” Samson turns his attention to the two mares.

“Well I’m helping Rarity with a dress that she need a second option…though I still think I’m not the right pony to asks.” Fluttershy answers.

“That’s cool though confusing.”

“What’s confusing darling?” Rarity asks.

“Why does a pony need clothing? I mean besides the ones in Canterlot how many ponies actually wear clothing? Last I check I could count the number of them in this town with only one hand. So why?”

“Clothing is more of a statement of wealth and integrity than anything else. Yes, we don’t need to wear clothing but many want to in order to show others the statement of their own mind to the world.” Rarity explained.

“Damn, that’s deep. Back in my world humans had to wear clothing cause nudity was a taboo in society. Yeah there were special clothing people have that you only wear to important things but more than 90% of the clothing was made to protect us from the elements of the weather or to cover our junk.”

“What do you mean by junk?” Fluttershy asks.

“Uh…well-hey have you two been doing ok?” The two notice how quickly he changed the subject so the pressured on a little.

“Now don’t draw our attention away from the answer Samson. Whatever you are going to say I’m sure we can handle it, after all we’re all mature friends here so no need to feel like sugar coating anything in front of us.” Rarity said.

“Unless your uncomfortable with telling us than you don’t need to. We just want you to know that there isn’t anything you could say that we would find offensive.” Fluttershy added.

“…Fine…junk is just another way we humans say the word genitals.”

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Rarity asks.

“So, humans can’t hide their own genitals unless with clothing?” Fluttershy ponders.

“Yeah, it was one of the reason for making them. Over time though other reason sprung up and intergraded themselves into our society to the point it was a universal thing for all humans.”

“Makes sense. So, dearie, what have you been up to with the girls?”

“Helping get their Cutie Marks in anything that involves dragons.”

“Dragons? Is that safe?” Fluttershy asks.

“Don’t worry, I’m making sure that they don’t do anything crazy…despite some of the less spectacle ways they ask me to do.” Samson groaned a little.

“Indeed, but when using Pinkie’s old chicken suit to help them makes me wonder what was going through their heads?” Rarity said with a smile.

“Yeah I was wondering that same…wait…how did you know about…Big Mac?” Samson asks in a deadpan voice.

“Big Mac.” Fluttershy said while trying to stiffen a giggle.

“…Note to self: Find smallest bunny suit and stuff him in it! See how he likes it.” He grumbled.

“No need to be hot blooded about that. Though how you were able to get into the costume is beyond me. How did you manage to get it on?” Rarity asks.

“Don’t know, just careful I guess?”

“Oh, ok I think? By the way Samson, how is Derpy doing?” Fluttershy asks.

“She doing ok-wait, why do you ask?”

“We heard that three uncouth Stallions were giving the dear a hard time and treating her so poorly. Such heartless display on a mare so wonderful like her, makes me sad that those ponies had to find joy in her misery. Derpy is such a wonderful pony that it makes me mad that anypony would even think of being mean to her.” Rarity said with a frown.

“How’d you know all that? Seems you two were stuck in here when that happen?” He asks.

“It’s a small-town dearie, words doesn’t stay in one place for long. One of the perks of Ponyville.”

“Oh, but yeah she’s cool. After a little talk, she seems good, though those jerks did say some asshole things to her so I hope she’s ok.” Samson sighed a little.

“If you talked to her than I’m sure she is feeling better already, I know your words have great positive effects on us, so I know it did good for her as well.” Fluttershy said with a kind smile.

“Uh really? I always thought I was just yakking out my tailpipe with the first words come to my head and it just happen to works for some weird reason. Didn’t think it actually did anything special.” Samson shrugged.

“Now I know you don’t mean that.” Rarity said with a smirk.

“Yeah, your right, half right at least. I do sometimes get surprised with the words that come out, as if someone else is making the right words come out. Since I do get in trouble with some of the crap I say. The whole ‘think before you speak’ was never my strong suit.”

“You do kinda have that problem, maybe you should work on that?” Fluttershy suggested.

“You and about half the people that said the exact same thing. I know my mouth has been the cause of my past problems, more than I like to think it would, and I am working on it. Just sometimes when you meet the right person and they say just the right words…I don’t know but something in me just…awakes an inner beast and yes coming from a dragon it’s redundant as hell but even before I became one it even happens when I was human. Huh, guess that shrink dude might have a point after all.” Samson mused.

“Shrink?” The two mare’s asks.

“Dammit! Off all the times to slip, had to be about my past…whelp might give them a slither now till it’s the right time.”

“When I was younger, like 4 or 5, I had some unsettled anger from my folks. So, I was suggested to a shrink or whatever the hell this guy’s profession was to do a ‘run-down’ on me to see why. At the time, I didn’t know I had anger in me…just thought why certain things happen because of what I did. But after my sessions with him I understood but before I left he gave me a last warning about my anger, he said if any similarities no matter how small could reawaken it. Course I thought I had let go of it and all the times I got angry cause the jerks were being extra jerk-ish that day and I just happen to be there…but know that I really think about it, perhaps those times weren’t just weird timing…crap this could be a pain.” Samson sighed.

“Why we’re you angry with them, your parents?” Rarity asks.

“That’s…another story for another time. I’ll tell you all the whole story one day, just not this day.”

“Of course, we’re here for you no matter what and when you’re ready to talk then you’ll have a shoulder to lean on, like you did for us.” Fluttershy and Rarity walked up to him both hugging and giving him a kiss and the cheek.

“Thanks girls.” He whispered to them.

“Ok Samson, we got everything we need, sorry it took so long to get the stuff but I couldn’t find the last thing we need.” Sweetie Belle said as she and the others galloped down the stairs with different supplies on their backs.

“Huh, oh cool. And no prob just as long you got what you needed. You all ready for the next few rounds?” Samson asks as the two mares quickly let go of him.

“Oh, yeah we are, let’s get our Dragon Cutie Marks on!” Scootaloo said with a triumphant voice.

“Now don’t go overboard and give Samson more problems than normal you three get into.” Rarity said with a slight stern voice.

“We won’t.” Dinky said.

“Alright, let’s head out.” Samson said and the four hopped on his back and all five headed out.

“This opens some rather mysterious things about our dragon, doesn’t if Shy? Kind of gives him a vibe on the unknown, oohh makes it like some of my books.” Rarity turns to her with a rather dreamy look in her eyes.

“Well we don’t know a lot about his past so it’s not that hard to think he hasn’t told us about since we didn’t really ask about it. I’m sure he’ll tell us when he’s ready too, it looks like a very unhappy memory he has about his parents…um if you don’t mind me asking, did you say ‘our’ dragon?” Fluttershy asks with some pink in her cheeks.

“Indeed, I did, I know it’s still too soon to say but I know he’ll come around to us. It’s just hard for boys to sometime see when a mare likes them. And with everything he’s been through plus knowing a small portion about his past he probably has so much going on that he can’t always see what’s in front of him. But I know he’ll see we truly love him, perhaps we might need to add a little more than settle hints, though what we’re dropping is anything but little. After all he’s been through he should be with ponies that truly see him as he is and love him no matter what like we do. I know we had a rocky start but then again what relationship is perfect?” Rarity said.

“Of course…but…do you really think he’ll love us? It’s just that, we’re two different species and Samson himself was once an entirely different creature all together before becoming a dragon. I…I just don’t know if we are even his type? I…never had a coltfriend before…I was too timid to even look anypony in the eye making it almost impossible for me to talk to others outside of the very few I know. I don’t know the first thing about being a good marefriend…how I can even show my own love to him if I don’t know how to have the courage to say what my heart knows?” Fluttershy said in a low tune.

Rarity walked over to her friend and softly raise her head so their eye could meet. Fluttershy saw the kind and warm smile on her friend making her feel a little better.

“Oh, my dear Shy, you are without a doubt one of the most beautiful and sweetest mares I have ever taken the pleasure to know first-hoofed, both inside and out. I know your nervousness has made it difficult for you to express your feelings and meet new ponies but I know you will be a good match for Samson. And I know for a fact he’ll accept your love with open arms and wings without a second thought. But you won’t be in this alone, all of us love him like you do and we all agree to be his. Now no more sad face, it’ll ruin your darling features.” Rarity spoke with warmth and praise giving her a little kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you.” Fluttershy hugged her and she hugged back.

“Now that’s settle, let’s finish project and get ready for tonight.”

Fluttershy nodded and went back to the dress at hand.

HOUR LATTER WITH SAMSON AND THE GIRLS

Samson let out a content sigh looking over the plain that was just beyond the park and just the edge where the forest began. After another few attempts, and to their dismay failing, to earn any Dragon-Type Cutie Marks the five decide to take another break and rest in the warm sun. Samson himself was in his regular size while the girls were next to his side, his wing shades them from the sun as the four little ponies were sleeping cuddle at his arm. Even with the almost unlimited source of energy they seemed to have to power Los Vegas for a year or so even their tanks had run low so now they were napping while Samson just lays there letting them rest. And if one would to look closely, on the underside of his wing that shades them form the sun was the dragon language illuminating with blue emanating with the Ice Element. Samson made a small indication that produce a small amount of cool air that fans down gently on the four sleeping fillies while they sleep, just enough so they stay cool but not freeze, a filly-cicle wouldn’t look good at all.

Samson looked down seeing the sleeping faces of the girls with small smiles and light snoring adoring them. He brought his head down near them and with his snout softly brushes their fur smooth which made them shift closer to his warm letting out a cute sigh or mumble. Samson use all of his willpower and teaching to not go aw at the cute sight. For his part, he had a lovely time with them, minus the whole chicken suit slog. It was amazing how much he enjoyed being with the little rascals seeing them trying to get their Cutie Marks and just having fun. Yeah it was a bummer for them not get anything for their hard work but Samson knows one day they will get them. Again, no clue how it truly works but one shouldn’t understand the complexity of magic too deep, that’s a rabbit hole most don’t come back from.
He felt so lucky to have the privilege to not only know the girls but everyone he met since he came to this world of fantasy and magic. And along with making new friends he also has grown to have stronger feelings for more than a few of the people he met despite them not being people per-say. But he didn’t seem to be bother by that and if he saw it right but he could have sworn they have a larger interest in him then friends. Though he can’t tell 100% just yet but he thinks he has a chance to find love.

“Why would anyone in their right mind love you? You don’t deserve it, you will only cause pain and suffering. That’s why I NEVER LOVED YOU!!!” The voice barked at him.

“Ok first, fuck you. Second, you’re just a mental nothing in my head so your words mean nothing. And third, you are not the boss of me.” Samson retorted.

“And yet you know it’s true, one of these days these creatures will be hurt cause of you. It’s only a matter of time before one of your fights gets one of them killed. And there won’t be anybody to blame but you!”

Samson just huffed and let the voice die out from his mind, but it did raise one point. Perhaps if he uses diplomatic ways then fights wouldn’t need to happen in the first place, just looked what happen between him and the Wendigo what that led to. It wouldn’t kill him to at least try it. Who said you need to fight every asshole you meet? And let’s face it, in the long run it would be a positive thing to help with his anger, sure it isn’t as bad as before but if he does the ‘hippie route’ then that could give him the mental push to control it better. With that in mind Samson rest his head near the girls to see if he can’t a few winks of sleep as well.

But his instincts suddenly kicked in the extreme danger zone and raising further. Samson snapped his head up looking around to see what was setting it off. Nothing could be seen but he knew something was coming and whatever it was it could lead to something bad. So, his first priority, get the CMC to a safe place NOW!

“Girls! Girls wake up now, I need to get you all home now!” Samson nudge them awake.

“Samson…what’s the big deal?” Scootaloo groaned from being awake.

“Yeah what’s all the hullaballoo big bro?” Apple Bloom asks.

“Somethings going to go down and I need to get you all to safety ASAP, I’ll give you the run down one-ROAR!” However, a load roar stopped him from finishing his sentence.

From the sound of it, it came from a large creature. The very sound froze and made the four fillies huddle in fear getting as close to Samson as possible. Samson himself knew what that roar was or more precisely what made that roar.
It was the unmistakable roar of a dragon.

“Crap! Of all the days…couldn’t this happen when I’m NOT with someone that could get thrashed around like a ragdoll? What’s with me and these bad timings, it’s like some omnipotent force is doing this for the sick pleasure of seeing me in situation like these.” Samson grumbled in his head.

(AN: (all the readers looked at the Writer) …What, why is everyone looking at me for?)

“Samson, what was that?” Dinky asked in a shaken voice.

But before he could answer that three distinct sounds of something landed near them. The group looked over and saw three adult dragons. All three had the basic look from one another, long necks, slim bodies, bat-like wings, curved long snouts, four claws, small fin-like ears, and a single row of spikes. And all of them were male judging by their stance and smell Samson was noticing. But each had different physiognomies that makes them identifiable. The first one was a pale blue dragon with a white underbelly and green eyes. He looks younger than the other two seeing it was a bit smaller than the rest. The second was a normal size adult dragon with brown scales with a lighter tune on his underbelly with orange eyes. This male looked like it’s been in battle a few times in his life with some old scares fading from ageing around his body, not many but enough you can tell this one can fight. The last male stood out from the other two being bigger with dark green scales and an underbelly that was black with what seems to be pure red eyes but with no pupils. This one also had a set of horns but the right one seems to have been snapped off from a fight and his right eyes looked damages as it was closed with a scar over it. He also had more scares than the brown one making this guy a true fighter. He was obviously the leader. Samson knew right off the bat that all three were High King Dragons.

They all looked at Samson with hatred on their faces like he did something wrong.

“Oh sure, one dragon wasn’t going be a challenge, no why not slap me with THREE FREAK’N HIGH KINGS WHY DON’T YOU!!! Like I have so much experience in fighting one of my kind without the need to find a hospital after my fights.” Samson ranted in his head.

“YOU! Are you the dragon known as Samson!?” The large one snapped at him.

“Girls, go, now! I’ll handle this.” Samson whispers to them while trying to hide them from sight from the other dragons.

“But Sa-Don’t argue! I need you four out of this if this gets nasty. Hide behind the trees and when I give the signal run straight into town. Now hide!” He interrupted Sweetie Belle and use his tail to move the four to the tree line.

“Don’t ignore me! Are you this Samson or not?!” The leaders spat out the question again looking more ticked off, if it were possible.

“Yeah that’s me, what kind I do you for?” Samson said in a normal tune.

Hopping to implement his idea to resolve this situation peacefully, Samson slowly move to them making himself the least bit hostile he could while using normal gestures to make himself less threatening. Even while they we’re sitting Samson was still a smidge taller than the leader so he had to make himself seem less of a threat and hope they can leave.

“Good…” The leader said with an evil glint in his eye before swinging his tail at Samson.

Acting quickly Samson duck and jump to the left away from the dragon.

“Whoa dude, what was that for?”

“You are a traitor to our kind your worthless piece of crap!”

“What?! How am I a traitor?”

“You side with yourself with these weakling species!” The brown one said taking aim at his head with his claws and Samson dodge that attack too.

“Weakling species? Wait your ticked I helped out the Ponies?! Why?”

“You disgrace our kind for even being NEAR these pathetic race that isn’t even worth as a snack! And here you are bowing to their whim like a slave! You give our race a bad name!” The Small one said snapping his teeth at his neck and once again dodging it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let’s hold off the hostility and see if we can talk this out? Is it really that much of a deal if I help these guys out?” Samson held his claws out.

“How pathetic, you even trying to weasel your way out like the worthless scum you protect. It’ll be honor to kill you to stop these rumors once and for all!” The leader said moving to Samson.

“What rumors?”

“That we dragons are not all that bad and are willing to help lower species for nothing in return! With you gone these ponies will know to fear and respect us like before.” The small one said baring his teeth at him.

“Ok look, yes it was my decision to help them out when they were in a bind, that’s all on me. But is it really that upsetting if I stand by them and-BOOM!” A fireball hit Samson on the side making him crash to the ground.

“Enough words! You either fight or die!” The brown one said huffing out smoke.

“I ain’t going to fight you guys for nothing. This can all be-WHAM!” Again, silenced by another attack this time from the small dragon with a headbutt to the side.

“Then you’ll die like the worm you are, KILL THIS BASTARD!” The leader roared and all three of them jumped at Samson.

Samson quickly shot in the air to avoid the attack from the High King’s. The dragons snarled at him and they all flew after Samson firing at him with all they have. Samson bop and weaved around the attacks but it was getting tougher as they split up to attack him at all sides, wasn’t long before one of them slammed himself into Samson making both of them crashed back to the ground. Samson threw the dragon off of him just in time to have a fire attack hit his face blinding him. His scales offered protection from the fire and heat but couldn’t stop the next attack from the leader as he dug his claws in Samson’s back. He let out a painful yell as he tried to shake the leader off of him but the brown dragon came out of nowhere and bit down on his neck. Having enough, Samson’s eyes glowed yellow and instead of shooting lightening, he discharged a portion through his body like a small bomb sending the dragons across the ground as they wither in mild pain from the shock.

“ALRIGHT ENOUGH! Look, just stop this and go back to whatever you came from, I don’t want to do this. Your piss, I get that, but fighting me isn’t going to solve squat! I don’t want to hurt you guys.” Samson again tried to reason with them.

“NO, we will not bow to you like you bow to these ponies! And it seems the rumors about you being an Elemental was true. This gives us more of a reason to kill you! You worship that false king of yours and use those powers for anything but being a god to these lower species! How sickening!” The leader roared and ran up to Samson.

Samson readied himself for another attack and locked claws with the leader. Both equal in strength as neither could overpower to other but Samson used his tail to trip the leader to the ground and pinned him down with his weight.

“Huh, guess I owe that Wendigo something after all, that trick actually helped…who knew?” Samson thought.

“Ok enough man, can’t we just talk this out? I’m-WHAM!” But the other two dragons slammed into him and pinned him down.

“Oh, fuck me, what is wrong with you lot?” But instead of an answer the leader slowly came up to Samson with anger in his eye.

“Our problem is with you traitor! You shall die for your heresy!” The small one stated with a growl.

“What is this some sort of religious crusade bullshit for you guys?” Samson tried to escape but the two dragon’s combined strength made it hard for him to even budge.

“Call it whatever you want traitor, all that matters is you die this day.” The leader slammed his foot on Samson’s head.

“NO!” Four little voices yelled once the leader said that.

The dragons turn to see four little fillies running at them with scared and anger looks on their faces.

“NO! I told you guys to hide and wait, GET OUT OF HERE GODDAMMIT!” Samson yelled at them.

“Not without you big bother, we’re not leaving you to these jerks! Now let him go!” Apple Bloom went up to the leader’s foot and pound on it trying to hurt him.

“What is this crap?” The brown one asks in irritation.

“An annoyance that’s what just kick them aside and let’s be done.” The small one said.

“Gladly.”

With his other foot, he kicked all four ponies with little effort and they all sailed into the air until they slammed into a tree truck hard. Their bodies slide down to the ground knocking them out. Some blood was seen on them dripping down. Samson was horrified of what transpired, the four he considered not only his friends but sisters that he loves dearly were just hurt right in front of his eyes. He couldn’t see them moving or breathing from his position, Samson feared the worse. How could this have happened, why to such sweet little beings like them have to suffer for something he caused.

“It’s because you are a plague to all you meet! YOU cause this, YOU brought the danger here, YOU anger these dragons, YOU made enemies, AND NOW YOU KILLED THESE PONIES CAUSE YOU ONLY BRING PAIN AND SUFFERING TO ANY YOU COME INTO YOUR PATHETIC LIFE!” The voice raged inside his head.

Samson was so lost, he couldn’t even form a coherent thought on the situation he is now. All he can do is feel. It was a fast raising feeling deep within his being that burned his very soul, a feeling of such venomous taint that it made him sick to the stomach, this unmistakable feeling he felt for only one person his entire life now it was directed to the dragons that not only caused this feeling but hurt the ones he loves.

It was the feeling of hatred.

The unbridle fury he felt for them was greater than any he felt in the past. He never felt such burning hatred for anything yet these three did in one fell swoop. Using his Mana like a force, Samson pushed the dragons off of him sending them to the ground. The three stood back up angry and ready to attack Samson but stopped as Samson stood up on his two legs shadowing the three. The dragons were stunned on how big he was, he was even bigger than the leader by at least 5 feet! Samson pupils shrink to being almost none existence and he flared up his aura to dangerous levels making the three shiver in fear. He spread his wings making himself look even bigger baring his teeth at them. He reels back and let loose the loudest roar he ever made, it was filled with such anger and rage that you could feel it meters away! Even with the terrifying display Samson put the leader wasn’t going to be put in his place that easily.

“So now you finally going to fight us? Good it wouldn’t be much fun killing you without the knowledge that I had the chance to defeat an Elemental as well. NOW DIE!” The leader roared and ran up to Samson slashing his claws at his face.

But Samson was quicker, he moved his head to the side and slashed out his claws on the leader’s chest making four deep cuts running down. The dragon screeched in pain as Samson let loose a powerful Gale Breath on him sending him 50 feet away passing the other two dragons who at this point were frozen in fear at Samson’s display. It was the brown one that final snapped out of his stupor.

“Damn you traitor! Come on, we still outnumber him!”

The two ran up him while Samson stood his ground claws ready. The blue one came up first about to strike but Samson grabbed his head slamming it to the ground while using the momentum to swing his body and use his tail to slam into the brown one’s side through him to the ground hard. At this time the leader got back up and flew at him slamming with a force of a speeding semi. Samson using his own ability to fly to maneuver under the dragon and shot him with his Ice Breath on the right wing making the leader lose his ability to move it. Taking the leader’s left shoulder and forcing him to the ground Samson started beating him mercilessly blood spraying along the ground. The Brown dragon snuck up behind him and launch a surprise attack on his back. Samson snarled at the dragon letting go of the leader as he thrashed about trying to get the brown one off.

Seeing he couldn’t just throw him off Samson, using the same method as before, used Lightning attack again but with a higher level than last time unleashing a painful shock to him. Unable to sustain the pain any longer he let go as Samson whipped his tail at his head hard sending him to the ground. But the blue dragon struck at Samson’s side before Samson could go any further on attacking the brown one. Using his flames, he blinds Samson just enough for the leader to attack as well. Though in pain from Samson’s earlier attack his anger acts like morphine and dull it just enough for him to clawed at his right arm and bite down on his neck. Samson roared in pain that didn’t stop him for long, using his large sizes to sumo his away out of the leader’s grip and throw him across and slammed into the smaller dragon. Samson spun around back to the brown one he let loose a powerful force of darkness on him as he screamed in pain feeling the power scorch his scales off and nearly sending him to the depths of the grave.

Samson quickly stuck his claws out to stop an attack from behind and throw the small dragon away from him. He flapped his wings to stop his fall only to get slammed by Samson and dragged high in the air and get slammed back down by Samson’s over charge flames. He coughed up lots of his blood shakenly trying to get back up only to shot in pain as something heavy rammed onto him. He looked up to a wraith filled Samson just breathing heavily, his very eyes filled with no remorse or regret, as if what he is contemplating now will give him no nightmares. Then Samson slowly reached down to the blue one’s wings and held firmly to them as he suddenly ripped them clean off his back. The pain was all too much for the dragon as he slipped into unconscious. Samson kicked the dragon away and faced the leader.

“So…it’s only us now…they weren’t strong enough to kill you…but I’m the strongest…I will kill you…I will destroy all you protect…till THESE WORTHLESS CREATURES KNOW THEIR PLACE!” The leader roared and ran up to Samson.

Samson roared back but instead of rushing him his eyes turned silver as he reared back and let loose what looked like a silver substance compose of liquid and solid forms all in once, parts of it harden into spear-like parts while the rest of it came in like liquid. The attack hit the leader dead center on his chest sending him to the ground. The dragon screamed in pain as if his very scales were being melted off and the spears sliced into him. He fell to the ground only to get slammed by Samson’s tail bring him to the brown dragon. Samson went over the blue dragon and carried him to the rest dumping the body on the leader. He slowly walked away from them before turning back. The leader looked at him both confused and angry.

“Wh…what element was…that?” He asks.

“Metal!” Samson responded but with a deeper voice than before.

“Now…what?”

“Now?” Samson’s eyes glowed a new color of what looked like a swirl of purple and dark red with black outlines.

“Now…YOU DIE!!!”

And with that Samson unleashed a combine force of Darkness and Chaos that seemed to morph, swift, and even fight with one another as the attack hit the three-dragon’s dead on. The attack itself seemed to make a ball of energy that engulfed them. It slowly grew for a bit before it imploded and leaving a giant hole filled with only the residue of the two elements. Sparks shot out from the whole leaving little marks on the edges of the hole. Samson let loose a powerful roar of hatred and anger in the air. Once the roar died in his voice and he slowly turned back to the three fillies who were still knocked out. Samson got on all fours and slowly walked over to them still breathing heavily and blood drips from his body. He looked at them not seeing them move so he reached out to nudge them a little.

“SAMSON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” Screamed a familiar voice.

He stopped what he was doing and quickly looked up to see who said that. Not too far from him was Twilight, Fluttershy, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie with faces filled with horror and disgust. Samson was still in his raged making them on edge not knowing what he’ll do. They saw all around him Elemental attacks and blood everywhere littering the ground, him himself was covered him damages and blood along with his wraith filled face made him look like a real monster. Samson started to finally calm down shaken away the hatred and finally looked at them with no hate. And when he saw their faces, he knew instantly that they saw him raged out. He remembers it all in his rage, knew what he did and how he did it so when he saw them and knew what they saw a deep fear filled his every depth.

“Oh no…god no please…they saw…they saw everything! What…what have I done?!” He thought with dread.

“Only what you are. You can’t hide the truth from them any longer and will drive you out or die!” The voice snapped at him.

Samson was filled with such numbness of fear and dread he didn’t know what to do. He tried to end things peacefully and got out of hand so fast. He killed the High Kings and yet he feels no regret whatsoever, no pain of taking their lives, or sadness of how he did it. He tried to speak but felt his throat dry and unresponsive so he couldn’t say a word. Samson turned to them and moved as he was going to them but they all shifted back and closer to themselves. He stopped moving looking at them seeing he has done the damage already. They no longer seem him as a friend or hero, just a beast that only kills and destroys everything. His mind was a swirl with those thought and the voices raging through like a storm growing making it hard for him to think.

Samson clutched his head as the pain from the thoughts and voice got out of hand before he suddenly roared to the heavens and shot into the air high above the ground and started flying away from everything. The Mane Six just stood there not truly sure what happened. They were all at the library getting things ready when the roar of a dragon was heard. Fearing the worse they all galloped to the source of the sound till they stumbled onto Samson’s battle. And what they saw was something they didn’t think he had it in him. He basically slaughters all three High Kings without a worry in the world. Then when he just destroyed them and hanged over the four fillies looking like he did, they feared the worse. As if he would strike the fillies like he did for those dragons, they knew he wouldn’t harm the four but with how he is they just didn’t know what he’ll do. Then they saw his face once he calmed down enough seeing the regret of doing what he did before holding his head thrashing about before roaring and flying away to god knows where.

So much was to asks but with Samson gone and not knowing when or if he returns the only thing to do is get the girls to the hospital and when they wake up hope they might have the answers. Unbeknownst to all two figures stood within the tree lines watching the whole things.

“Well so much for those High Kings, damn really thought they had a chance too.” Agron sighed.

“It doesn’t matter though, in the end they serve their purpose and now that Elemental is out of our way. I advise we take those mares now before they can do anything.” Avache said.

“Not yet, the master wants us to wait for a special creature to come just in case the dragon does come back. It’ll be a day or so before it gets here.”

“The longer we wait the harder it could be for use to get them.” Avache argue back.

“I know but we follow his word or we won’t see the next day. Sides like they have any chance against us, that lizard was the only thing stopping us so it’ll be a breeze to get them.”

“Mmm, perhaps you have a point, very well I’ll contact my associates and tell them what happen.”

So, the two left their ways to get the next phase of the plan ready.

WITH SAMSON

Samson laid on a rock in the middle of a large expansion of water looking over the horizon just letting his mind wonder. He was so lost, he doesn’t know what to do now. He sure he blasted his relationship of any kind with his friends and he was sure that whoever sent those dragons will come after him soon. But what can he do? It seems he’s just one big magnet that attracts all types of trouble, regardless where he is. With everything that has happen and all these thoughts he just can’t seem to get a break. And it looks like the thoughts are getting worse as he couldn’t even not think about them making it worse. The voice was gone now so that was something but it will be back. So now…now what? He hasn’t the foggiest on what to do next nor does he know where to go. All he knows he’s alone.

“Well Samson, this is certainly a low point in your live. Basically, acted like a monster in front of your friends, killed High Kings that will know about it that will hunt you down without a second thought, and most likely be on the look-out posters of every wall in Equestria when they tell the princess what they saw…so yeah, I’m fundamentally fucked seven ways till the end of time. Sometimes I really hate my life sometimes.” Samson huffed.

“All is not lost yet my youngling.” The voice from his dreams spoke up.

“Oh well look who decided to show up. Missed you, a lot has happened but I can give you a sum up. Killed dragons, scared friends, seriously fucked. Any questions?” Samson asked mockingly.

“I know what has transpired since out last talk but you cannot let this tetrad you from what you must do and what will happen.”

“…Are…you seriously going to go down this road with me? Ok, we can dance. GO TO HELL ASSHOLE! I’m done with this. My life is pretty much…hell I can’t even say what my life is now! I’m alone in a world that isn’t mine, with a body I don’t fully understand, with powers no human ever can wield without doing what I just did, and having a target on my head. So no, you are NOT going to tell me that bullshit and think I’ll go with it and act like YOU have the best for me. YOU KNOW FUCKING NOTHING ABOUT ME! You act like it and yet you did little to help, just use some pretty words to lure in people like me for your sick pleasure. Hell, for all I know it was you that brought me here and brought those creatures after me. I don’t even know what you look like so what makes you think I should trust or even listen to a word you say?” Samson bellowed his anger out.

“I see…perhaps I should have rectified that.”

“Rectify what?”

“A faceless voice does seem a bit cliché, doesn’t it? A voice seems meaningless without a face, so why not settle this so, face to face? If you wish to know me more than I have no ill on it. Using your instincts, go north of where you are there is a small Island with a cave left of its location by ruins, go down it till you reach a large opening. There we’ll meet, but only if you wish. I will not force you to go there, you must make that decision. If you do go, I’ll be there when you arrive and if you don’t then this will be the last time we’ll talk. Choose your course wisely. Till then.” And the voice left.

So, Samson was alone again and has so much more to think then ever. But for now, he only has two choices, go along with the voice in your head or don’t. Of course, the obvious where can I trust it, is it a trap, what is actually there, etc. was going through his brain but that was already a no brainer. Samson didn’t want to be drag any further than he already has and yet something tells him he should go and with everything that has already happen, what else is there to lose?

“…Aw fuck!” Samson snapped but he made his decision.

So carefully Samson stood up and flapped his wings to get him started. His fight left him pretty drained and all his injuries did make it hade for him to move but he manage to take off and head to find the Island. It took him about twenty minutes till he found the Island or at least he hopes he did, who knows if he was even going the right way even if his instincts are saying yes. He landed on the beach and headed for that cave. Didn’t take long till he spotted what look like pillars of some kind with writing he couldn’t make out, likely time made its mark and washed away what it had. As Samson moved through more ruins were seen, it almost looked like it was once a temple at one point but with what was left, or little there is, it wasn’t clear. Soon he found the cave and headed down.

The walls themselves didn’t look natural, carves with carful eye and craftsmanship, the markings of what looks like symbols and art was place all over but Samson didn’t focus on it too long as he just wanted to meet this guy and end this once and for all. Now he stood on the edge of a large opening that seemed to go on forever. He looked around to see if can find anyone, or at least one that could be the person that was talking to him.

“Ok if you’re here than show yourself now, I want to have this chat now and never hear from you ever again!” Samson shouted in the dark.

Only silence answer him back as he waited for anything. After a minute or two Samson huffed and turned around when he felt the presence of something extremely powerful and ancient was behind him. What was once dark cave now he stands in a large room decorated with carvings of dragons of every kind in different positions and doing different things, large pillars surrounded by one of each of the Elemental Breaths dragons can use, the ceiling was filled with a galaxy of some sort but the planets he sees all look like Earth, and the room seems to never end. But it was what was standing in the middle in front of him got his attention. There standing in front of him was a dragon., but not just any dragon.

It was the biggest dragon, ever!

It was bigger than Samson, it was almost the sizes of a freak’n mountain! It stands on two legs with four claw toes that gleamed silver. The rest of the body was more anthropomorphic that his with scales that were more armor, nearly robotic, than scales as the metallic gold seems to illuminated the room itself. It had four claws and a thumb like Samson with the same color as its toes but on the forearms looked like blades of black with writing of the dragon language on it glowing in different colors. Its tail was long with four-prong claws at the end and six massive wings spread out from its back. Scatter around its body looked like rhombus jewels each pulsing with color changing in a swirl of power. Its neck was long with silver spikes coming from the sides were the joints could be on its neck with three sets of spike-like armor running from the base of the head to almost at the end of its tail. Its head was also more robotic but just as organic as well with eight horns the curves back than up with a single one jolting forward to near the noes and tucks that if one would to look seems they could part open to make two sets. The head was smooth and as far as Samson could see couldn’t tell if it has ears or not. It had six eyes each glowing with swirling colors and with no pupils. It stood with confidents, power, grace, and wisdom the likes Samson has never saw.

It both awed and scared him all at once but one thing was for certain.

“Mother of god you are perhaps the most awesome and badass looking dragon I have ever seen in my life that I’m about to base out.” Samson said looking stun.

“Why thank you kindly, most find my appearance…unsettling. It’s such a refreshment to hear that. And it is so nice to finally met you Samson, I hope you didn’t have trouble finding this place?” The dragon said in a powerful but kind tune.

“…Yeah…it was a walk in the park…so you’re the dude that speaks in my head?”

“Indeed, I’m the one.”

“…Cool…you know I wasn’t expecting something like you…whatever you are? You’re a dragon, right?”

“Specifically speaking no, that’s not my species, though I am the acumination of the dragons and did help birth them with the aid of Mother of course. But in regards and time with your questions yes, I am a dragon, just not the ones you know is all.”

“Create the dragon race…wait…are you…but that…you shouldn’t…your supposed to be…who the fuck are you really?!” Samson asks backing away a little.

“Oh, how rude of me, my name is Draxadonus, Eternal and King of all dragons, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said with a smile.

Author's Note

Whelp here it is folks hope you like. Again sorry it took so long but I'm hopping the next one will be up faster than this one. Till then bye!