"THAT MOTHER FUCKING, COCK SUCKING, GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH!" Rachel screeches as she completely demolishes several dumpsters, old furniture that was tossed out, smashing bottles, anything that was breakable behind the Inn. Fire spewing out of her mouth as she broke whatever she got her claws on.
Tempest and Capper hid behind the back door as the she-dragon let out her frustration. Capper holding a bewildered Twilight in his paws.
"I'm sorry but Spike did what?" Twilight gawked as they all jumped at Rachel's roaring.
"Spike was found, but from what we just saw, this griffon latched onto our purple boy and gave him a big ol' smooch." Capper explained, suddenly yowling once a glass bottle was thrown right next to the door.
"Rachel, as you can see, is not taking that lightly." Tempest said as she bravely poked her head out. At this point, Rachel was just screeching incoherent words. Only making out some words like "Spike" and "bird cunt".
Mini Twilight gripped the sides of her head. "Oh this is not good. There has to be some sort of misunderstanding. Spike would never just cheat."
"Never say he cheated." Tempest corrected her. "We were just told that some female griffon has been trying to get with him. Never expected to see her kissing him in public in front of that crowd."
"Let me talk to Rachel." Twilight said then. "She's been angry with Spike since he left her, she softened up a little when we learned that Sombra took him. If what you two say was true, this just reignited that rage she's been harboring."
Tempest and Capper both shared a look before the aristocat held the princess outside.
"Rachel, there has to be~HOLY SHIT!" She was cut off and ducked her head when fire shot at her. "Pull me back in, pull me back in!"
Capper pulls her back in.
Armani comes around the corner. "Hey, what's with all the ruckus?" she asked them.
Twilight went silent, pretending to be a normal music box, letting Capper and Tempest handle this one.
"Our feisty friend out there is having a rage out." Capper responded.
"Ooh what happened to make her pissed off?" Armani takes a look just in time to see Rachel splintering some two-by-tens as if it was nothing.
"Seeing her lover getting kissed by another girl."
Armani sucked air through her beak. "Oooh." She quickly disappears into another room, but later returns with more items like a lamp, an old painting, worn out punching bag and a metal bat, tossing the items out for Rachel to immediately begin destroying them. "That's it, baby doll, take it out on this junk." she calls out to the raging dragoness.
She stiffened when she saw a male hyena looking creature coming around the corner.
"What the fuck is going on around here?" the male asked with wide eyes.
"Cyrus, no get away, get-oh RIP." Armani tried to stop him but it was too late.
In the middle of Rachel destroying the inanimate objects, she sees the hyena and tackles him.
The three watched on as she completely pummeled the ever-loving daylights out of him. This Cyrus had no chance of defending himself. He let out cries of help and animal noises. Capper, Tempest and Armani slink their way back inside.
"Oooh boy, remind me not to piss her off." Armani said.
It lasted a good five minutes before Rachel finally calmed down. Panting and grunting as poor Cyrus groaned, being left in a mangled mess but still breathing.
She glanced down at him. "Sorry." She apologized.
He raised a shaky hand, giving her a thumbs up, most of his fingers bent and crooked. "You're…good…" he whimpered before the hand dropped.
Armani quickly hurried over to him. "Okay, I'm just going to take him to the infirmary… y'all are welcome to whatever there is in the fridge inside my office."
She grabbed Cyrus by his clothes, beginning to drag the poor soul away. He let out cries and whimpers as the female dragged him out.
Once they were gone, Twilight was able to speak again. "You feeling any better?" she asked the Queen.
Rachel nodded, still panting. "For now, yes…" She began walking towards and past them, going inside.
"Where are you going now?" Tempest asked.
"Raiding Armani's fridge." Rachel responded with a growl as she disappeared to find that fridge now she had worked up an appetite.
The morning sun had just started to peek over this pit of a village, inside one of the dingy apartments some of the captive creatures who resided in Ironstone Wharf, Spike had not gotten any sleep that night. After what happened last night, he was unable to get any. He stared blankly up at the crusty white ceiling, laying on a rather small, creaky bed.
His mind kept replaying events of last night. He couldn't believe that he actually saw her. He couldn't believe that she was here, actually here. His mate.
Spike knew he'd sent her that message months ago but he didn't really know if she was actually going to find him. He was ecstatic and also scared that she was now here. Especially after what happened after he saw her on the stands.
As he was still trying to process what the actual fuck happened last night, his alarmclock screeched loudly out of the janky speakers, signaling him to get up and start the day.
With a moan, he taps the snooze button before forcing himself up. The springs of the mattress creaked and groaned as the weight was being shifted. As much he rather not deal with anything on the outside except to find Rachel, he knew he had things to get done to appease Snowball.
He rubbed his face with a groan before pushing himself up off the bed. The apartment he was given was in a loft. Everything was in arms reach, complete with a small kitchen, a bathroom and a closet. This whole place wasn't made for large creatures and it showed.
He dragged himself up on his feet and went to the bathroom. After he took a brisk shower and brushed his teeth, Spike's ears detected something opening the window and a scent passed his nose.
He snarled. "For fuck sakes," he tosses the brush in the sink, throwing on a towel to cover himself and opens the door.
His eyes glared at the female griffon that was now laying on his bed.
"Hello sexy," the female purred.
"Harpy, get the fuck out now." Spike snarled angrily.
She rolled her blue eyes before sitting up, extending her chest out to expose her breasts to him. "Oh come on, you know you really don't want me to leave. You promised we would have fun after you won."
"That's a fucking lie," he said as he went over to her, grabbed her by the arm and threw her off of his bed. "I told you a thousand times, I'm not interested in you, I will never be interested. Get the fuck out of here and leave me alone." He snapped.
Harpy had been after him since he first showed up in town. Trying to get in his bed but with no prevail. And with his mate now in town, she definitely needs to leave him alone.
Harpy shook her head, some feathers coming off of her before she stood. "Oh please, with what you did, you should be grateful that someone like me wants to jump on your bones."
Spike quickly closed the gap, grabbing the griffon by her throat with one hand and slammed her against the wall. Her paws are not touching the ground.
"What the actual fuck did you say?" He hissed at her. His hand squeezed hard, choking her to show that he was not playing.
How easily would it be to break this bitch's neck. To snap it like a fucking twig.
Harpy gasped and choked before he relaxed somewhat to allow her to speak. "Ooh, bet you do this to all the girls," she giggled while trying to breathe. "Don't you know that everyone here in Ironstone knows about what you did to ponyland? Equestria was it?"
Spike snarled.
"How many creatures have you killed and cities you destroyed? Enough that you ran from the crimes you committed. You think anyone would want a monster like you to return or much less actually love you after what you did?"
As Harpy continued to rant on, Spike's heart began to race, his mind going back to when he was poisoned. Seeing flashes of the carnage and fire he caused during his rampage. A mindless, raging beast who's anger couldn't be quenched. He couldn't breathe.
He saw something in the corner of his eye, he turned to look over his shoulders and his body began to shake.
There in the darkest corner of the loft, hearing a moan only he could hear, he could see a figure standing in the shadows.
The more he focused, the more he felt fear consumed him. A figure he kept seeing was there, long after he knew they'd died.
It was Rarity. The image of her half eaten corpse stood there. Her stomach was ripped open and her insides were exposed, some devoured.
So much guilt, so much anger, so much fear it was unbearable.
A ghost of a reminder of his first of many victims during his rampage, the one that was the cause of it. Even in death, Rarity haunts him.
Spike shuddered and closed his eyes, his body trembling, unable to hear what Harpy was squawking about, turning his head away from the apparition.
His hand began squeezing Harpy's neck once more, his eyes opened, his emerald eyes casting a dark glow.
Seeing that he wasn't playing around, Harpy did try to get him to stop, but it didn't take long before her eyes rolled on the back of her head and her body went limp.
He unceremoniously drops her to the ground, glancing back over to the corner, seeing that the ghost was gone. Spike turned back to the unconscious Harpy, hearing that she was still breathing.
"Fucking hell." He growled, knowingly that he was now in trouble.
Shaking his head, Spike quickly changes to his casual clothes, finding an off white shirt and dark pants that he was provided before going back over to Harpy. He gave her a small kick, hearing her moan but was still out of it. He grumbled to himself as he scooped her up, throwing her over his shoulders and headed out of the loft.
He leaves the apartment complex and carries Harpy across the village. The other captive creatures who were out and about didn't take notice of the purple dragon carrying an unconscious griffon. When those did take notice didn't say anything, though they did have similar looks when they saw who Spike was carrying.
One of them even shook their heads at Spike.
Spike made no indication that he cared what he was getting some form of stares as he carted the female to the infirmary building. The village didn't really have a hospital as they only did the most basic first aides. Most of the time, those who got injured in this place mostly tend to their own wounds, however some do die with how unsanitary and nearly unlivable the village was.
Inside, the only nurse on staff was a landshark by the name of Coral Reefs was tending to another patient when she looked up to see Spike and Harpy.
She adjusted her reading glasses. "Seriously? Again with the Harpy, Spike?" She asked with a raspy voice. She was a creamy-tan color and was roughly sixty years old. She didn't have the device on her neck to keep her there, but like some of the residents here who had paid off their debt, they had nowhere to go and resided to stay in this dump. Harpy being one of those who chose to stay.
"Don't start with me, I kept warning her to fuck off." Spike grumbled as he carried Harpy to one of the empty beds and just dropped her on it.
He looks over to see the other patient. Seeing Cyrus, one of the hyenas that was trapped here. "What happened to him?" seeing how banged up and injured he was.
"Armani brought him in, something about one of the visitors having a rage out and the poor sap got caught in the crossfire." Coral said as she looked over Harpy. Her neck was very bruised from being choked and she was breathing funny, otherwise she would be fine.
Spike frowned. He could easily guess who was the culprit, at least he knew where Rachel was staying. Part of him feels bad for Cyrus, but it was better that Spike himself wasn't on that receiving end of her wrath. However, he knew that he had to answer for what he did to her.
Coral sighed. "You know that I have to tell Snowball about this. She has a fight tonight, you want to be sent back to those damn pits?"
Spike stiffened when the pits were mentioned. He spent a lot of time being trapped in the pits. He was changed, hadn't seen the sky and starved for what felt like an eternity to him. It was a form of punishment after his attempt to kill Snowball.
All of which, he clearly failed. And choking out one of Snowball's all time favorite females would get him into trouble.
"I'll…I'll deal with him," Spike muttered, scratching the back of his head.
The nurse shook her head. "You better go do your job, lets hope to fucking God that the boss is in a good mood."
Spike rubbed his snout, muttering a thanks before he left the building. As much as he rather go find Rachel in the Inn, he has to go ahead and do the job he was handed with.
Ironically, its janitorial duties. Something that Spike knows all too well when cleaning up after Twilight and the girls' messes over the years. But in this village, it's nearly impossible to keep everything clean when both the owner and most of the captive residents were both complete slobs.
Over several hours, Spike swept, mopped and wiped down four buildings he was assigned to clean. Having to control himself when some jackass purposely throws mysterious liquids on the floor after he had just cleaned, only has to clean it up again.
One of the buildings he was in charge of cleaning was the arena.
As he picks up the scattered trash all over the stands, he comes to the spot where he saw Rachel last night. He took a pause from cleaning and stood in the area.
Spike felt his heart race as he remembered seeing her there. Though the smells had tone down after it being hours, he could still tell that Rachel's scent was lingering around. His tail wrapped around his leg.
Maybe I can catch up to her after I get done… Spike thought.
Then he glanced up at the main box, though he couldn't see past the mirror, but he could tell by the smell that Snowball was in his office.
He can't let that damn pig know that she's even here.
"Well, well, well, hey there brother."
Spike turned around to see who spoke then relaxed a little. Seeing someone he actually liked here.
There was an orange maned wolf with a torn right ear, long black limbs, wearing a dark duster coat, black vest and tan capris. He gave the dragon a soft smile.
"Vox, good to see you." There was a bit of relief to see a friendly face. Spike and Vox fist bumped. "I was wondering where you were hiding, I didn't see you when I got out."
"Oh yeah, sorry about that. I was making travel arrangements." the wolf said. "I am leaving, you know."
Spike sighed. "One of the two guys that are decent here and he's leaving."
Vox chuckled, sliding a hand over Spike's shoulders playfully. "I got a month left, you big lug. I'm sure when I leave, Gertie will help you out. Wish I can get you out, you don't belong here."
"Don't think I belong anywhere." He muttered, patting his hand. Rethinking what Harpy had told him.
Despite that his mate's here, after what he did back in Equestria, Spike believes that he doesn't belong there anymore. Knowing how ponies were, they would lynch him once he shows his face, a disgrace to his own kind.
He stares at Vox, noticing a look and his face fell. "Snowball sent you, didn't he?"
Vox sighed heavily. "Yeah, he did. You had to choke out Harpy, bud."
Spike groaned as the wolf took his hand away. "Not apologizing, I warned Harpy to leave me be."
"I know, I know, she's too much. But still, you gotta face the music at some point. It gets worse the longer you prolong it." Vox said.
Spike whines a little but sighed, shaking his head. He looks back down at the spot. Looking at it longing before scratching the scar on his neck.
Vox watched him, sensing something was what. "What's wrong?" he asked him.
Spike didn't respond for a moment. "Uh… do you remember what I told you about my mate?"
The wolf hummed as he tried to remember that past conversation. "That feisty, fiery female human you took as a mate?"
"She's not a human anymore, but yeah…She's here. I saw her last night, she's in town."
His eyes widened. "Oh shit, really? That's great! If she's what you told me, then she's going to try and get you out. Not many of us has someone who would freely travel~"
"She saw Harpy kiss me last night."
"Oh shit."
Spike nodded. "Yeah…. I don't want Snowball to get his hands on her. No matter what."
Vox nodded. "But what you told me about her, she sounds like she'll bring hell down."
"Oh she will."
The wolf patted his back before grabbing the trash bag from him. "I'll finish up, you go talk to the boss."
As much as he rather not, Vox was right. No use delaying the inevitable. With that tradeoff, Spike finds his way going up to the office.
He stopped at the door, finding himself feeling disgusted as he smelt the pig waddling inside. Muffling a growl before swallowing his pride and knocking on the door.
"Come in." Snowball snorted on cue.
Spike grabbed the knob, turned it and pushed it open. Seeing Snowball was standing at the one way mirror, gazing down at the fighting ring below.
"Close the door, boy." Snowball said, holding his hands behind his back.
The dragon silently did what he was told and closed the door.
After a moment of silence, the pig shook his head and turned around to face him. "Spike, Spike, Spike, what the actual fuck were you thinking? You send tonight's fighter into the infirmary and now I have to quickly come up with a replacement. I don't have that many girls who can fight bloody you know."
Spike had a smart ass comment, but he didn't. He knew he was already in more trouble than he already was. Last thing he needed was his mouth to get him in more trouble.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" Snowball asked as he went over to his messy desk, he hopped on the chair and hopped on top of the desk to get to Spike's height.
"I warned Harpy to leave me alone, warned her several times." Spike explained.
"But this is three times within ten months since you've been here that you hurt her." Snowball grunted, crossing his arms. "She just wants to have a little fun."
"I told her I wasn't interested. I don't appreciate her not respecting boundaries."
"What boundaries do you have exactly? I own you, you don't have any."
Spike growled.
However, the growling didn't phase The Collector. "Look, I really don't want to send you back to the pits. You were really in a rough shape when we finally pulled you out. I'm not a bad guy, if someone wants to get it with you, who am I to deny the simple pleasures." He snorted with a chuckle, putting a hand in his pocket.
"Listen here you little shit!" Spike snarled, taking a step towards him.
Snowball smirked, flipping a switch of the controller in his pocket.
Spike hears the high pitch, pales and backs off instantly before he could be shocked again with a whimper. Having the owner quickly switch it off before the shocking starts, seeing the dragon back down.
"S-sorry," Spike muttered, his ear fins drooped.
Snowball studies him before humming. "Apologies accepted." He hops down and walks up to Spike and patted his leg. "Now that Harpy won't be up in time for the fight, I have to get Gertie to fight Fiona. You know that large bear has beef with the blue tiger, so there's going to be a lot of blood tonight. As for punishment, you get to clean that crap up, since you're so good with that."
He swallowed his remarks, holding himself back from wanting to attack him. "Yes sir. Anything else?" so fucking embarrassing, Spike thought.
Snowball shook his head. "Nope, just go easy on her and take up on her offer, it's not like you have many options. Now get the fuck out please."
Later that night after the fight, the fight between Gertie the bear and Fiona the tiger was really a bloody sight. Fiona had to be dragged by two other fighters as the stands were being emptied out. Spike coming in with a mop and a bucket.
So much blood that was spilt just because these two had somewhat of a minor disagreement, but dealing with Gerti, she takes everything literal with a grain of salt.
No use to dilly dallying around, he began mopping up the mess. The mop water quickly turned murky red as he mopped it up.
By the time he got most of the mess cleaned up, his nose picked up that wonderful ambrosial smell. He closed his eyes, taking it all in before hearing her get in the ring behind him.
Spike opened his eyes and turned around, seeing Rachel standing on the other side of the fighting ring.