SPIKE UNCHAINED
CHAPTER I, PROLOUGE

Near the outskirts of Appleloosa, inside of the San Palomino desert.

A group of five dragons are locked in shackles on the ankles and wrists. None of the dragons have wings, in fact, they’ve been amputated. They are also too weak and restless to be able to use their dragon breath. In the group, is Spike. He along with the other dragons have many whip marks on their backs, and are wearing daft up rags. Their movement is uneasy and tiring. They are being escorted, or forced, by two scruffy earth pony stallions named Lennon and Harrison, who are riding griffons.

The forever expanding desert is covered with hot sand that scalds the bare naked feet of any traveler. The souls of the passing dragon's feet look worse than a vicious hell-hound attack. With the addition of the inferno sun up above, equals a torturous pain that can only be matched by a death march. The entire pack has made hace about 100 miles per day for three days. At the end of the trek, they are going to be re-stationed at a plantation in Las Pegasus.

By the time of dusk on the third night, the traveling posse crosses path with a stage coach trailer. The contraption is noticed by the stallions because of the faint glow emitting from a lantern. The trailer is personalized with stars and other great and powerful decorations. The trailer is being pulled by a griffon. In front of the trailer, sitting on a couch, is a mare wearing a cotton made heavy Inverness cape coat. Unknowing to what they are going to be dealing with, the brother stallions pull out their rifles. They are able to grip them because of custom made handles.

“Who goes there lurking around in the dark?” Lennon shouts at the oncoming pony, mere seconds after priming his rifle. “State your business or prepare to get winged!”

“Calm down big boy, I mean you no harm.” The mare says right before she comes to a halt. “I am Twilight Sparkle and this is my griffon Susan.”

Susan nods.

“Now tell me, did you acquire these dragons at the Appleloosan slave auction?” Twilight says as she finishes her introduction.

“What’s it to ya?” Asked Lennon snarkly. He then spits on the ground.

Twilight lays back.

“I believe that you possess a dragon here, that is imperative that I discuss urgent matters to.” She claims, then stands up. “Hello good sirs!” She directs to the dragons. “Was there one of you who originated from the Jubilee plantation?” Twilight finishes.

A brief silence goes on.

“Me.” A voice said as loud as Fluttershy would normally speak. “I came from the Jubilee plantation.” The voice concluded.

Twilight gets up and springs off from her seat, levitates a lantern, and walks over to the dragons.

“Sun Tzu said that?” She asks.

Twilight shines the lantern up close into every dragons’ personal space to get a good look at them, all of them look away when they get shined on, but Spike doesn’t even stare at all. He sighs to signal it was him.

“And your name is?” Twilight asks motherly.

“Spike.” He replies, then turning his head to look at Twilight.

“Well then you are just the one I’m looking for.” Twilight states. “Tell me, do you know who the Diamond Dogs are?” Twilight asks calmly.

Spike does a few quick nods.

“Who are they?” She also asks.

“Spot, Rover, and Fido.” Spike concurs. “They resided at the Appleloosan mountains, but I also saw them at the plantation.”

“Not anymore. They left.” Twilight responds to Spikes information.

Spike looks with a slightly dropped jaw, as he wants to know where they are.

“Tell me, if you were to see any of these three dogs would you be able to recognize them?” Twilight adds to the long strain of questions.

“Hey, quit flapping your mouth to him like that.” Harrison says plainly but aggressively.

“Like what?” Twilight gives with a deer in the headlights reaction.

“That." The stallion adds and points his hoof to her. "Now quit and screw off.”

“Mister, I am simply trying to fulfill a transaction with this here dragon.” Twilight tries to reason with the pony with a problem.

“Well he’s not for sale.” Lennon says trying to get Twilight to leave.

“Not for sale? But of course he’s for sale!” Twilight lectures.

“We don’t care whatever your offer is. Now take your rump and get the hell away from those dragons.” Harrison says as he points his rifle at Twilight.

“Are you trying to gesture me to simply leave, or are you pointing your gun at me with lethal intentions?” Twilight questions while becoming a bit nervous.

The stallion doesn’t change his facial reaction or move a muscle outside of his hoof, which he uses to cock his rifle with.

“Last chance Fizz Sparkler.” He gives off his final warning.

“Alright, if you insist.” Twilight says.

Twilight makes everypony assume that she is complying. She however, drops her lantern, then quickdraws out a silver pistol and fires a bullet at the blink of an eye. The bullet impacts into Harrisons’ forehead and forces him onto the ground, blood spits out, but acts like a type of Jell-O. His griffon McCartney, then sprints away in fear of the blast.

Before the other stallion can react, Twilight does the same she did to his brother, but directed into the head of Ringo, the griffon of which he is sitting on top of. The griffon experiences an aftershock and keels over by twisting from the shot so that when he lands, he lands on top of the stallion riding him. Lennon has half of his body and one of his legs trapped under the late griffon. Twilight levitates her lantern again and trots over to the stuck and in peril pony.

“I’m sorry to kill your griffon, but I didn’t want you to do anything you’d regret before you came to your senses.” Twilight says to make the fallen stallion feel better about the situation.

“You rotten son of a bitch! You shot Ringo, and Harrison!” Lennon yells in screaming pain.

“Yes, but, I only shot your brother once he threatened to shoot me.” Twilight confesses. “It was an act of self-defense, and I do believe that I have, 1,2,3,4, 5, witnesses to testify with that.” Twilight sasses. “Now if you’d be so kind as to keep it down, I’d like to finish my quandary with Spike here.”

Twilight walks back over to Spike. Lennon resumes releasing sounds of which are not pleasant to ears.

“As I said before. If you were to see any of these dogs would you be able to recognize them?” Twilight asks once again.

“Yeah.” Spike gives out staccato.

“Hey Mister! How much for young Spike over here!” Twilight over exaggerates, stretching this conversation out longer than it needs to.

Lennon doesn't respond, but instead keeps quivering in pain. Twilight loots the stallion by emptying his pockets until she retrieves the key to the shackles, and unchains Spike. Twilight then takes out a coin purse.

“Now if I were you, I’d go take that winter coat off of that poor guy.” Twilight tells Spike.

Spike strips off his rags and walks over to the corpse.

“Dragon! Don’t you dare touch my brothers coat.” A mourning Lennon cries.

Spike ceases the opportunity to go over and stomp onto Ringo, putting more antagonizing pressure onto the pony’s lower torso and leg. Spike then swiftly skips over and loots the coat off of the deceased brother. Twilight counts bits up to 120, she drops the coin purse onto the suffering pony’s head.

“And since he won’t be needing it anymore, here’s for the coat.” Twilight flicks over an extra bit. “Now mister, I require a bill of sale, do you have a bill of sale?"

“You go to hell you bitch!” Lennon screams, then tries spitting at Twilight, but horribly misses because of the bad position he is in.

Twilight instead sighs.

"Thought so." Twilight retrieves parchment and a quill from a saddlebag and starts writing. "No worries. This will suffice as a bill of sale. Come along Spike."

The two sit on the couch attached to in front of the trailer. Twilight looks over at the glaring dragons just standing still in the cold.

“Now the way I see it of what to do next, you all have two options. Either you drag that poor gentlepony back to Town about 100 miles back the way you came, to which you’d still be slaves and still treated the same way. Or, two. You could unshackle yourselves.” Twilight throws the key to the chains. “Take this rifle.” Twilight levitates the dropped rifle from one of the Stallions and puts in one of the dragons claws. “Put a bullet in that sour soul, bury the corpses, and go on your merry way free.”

Twilight turns to face the path, but then remembered something she wanted to say.

“Oh, and if any of you are into astronomy like I am, it would be great to note that the North Star is, that one.” Twilight points up to the prominent North Star, which is impossible to tell from the other stars. “Tallyho.”

Twilight takes handle at the rope tied to the horse connected to the trailer and whips it. The trailer moves off into the darkness, and the remaining four dragons strip out of their rags. They walk up to the in need of assistance stallion. He attempts to reason with them.

“Now, come on. Wait a minute. I know that I’ve been awful to y’all, but, if you drag me back into Town, I’ll let all of you go free.” The dragons continue to walk with their negative grudge. “It doesn’t have to be like this!” He starts screaming as he knows he is going to die.

Spike looks back and sees the dragons stomp onto the pony’s hoofs and uncovered chest. They fire dead square in his face, he dies like a Beatle.

Author's Note

Originally, the griffons were going to be horses. But having ponies riding horses would be silly. So Gallant Adventure came along and told me they should be griffons.