Spike's voice

The room was bursting with activity, from journalists to scribes no one was still. How could they be since that day marked the biggest criminal case in nearly two hundred years? And even that pales in comparison to this one. For the second time in the history of Equis, the Great Tribunal had been summoned to action since it’s creation. Naturally, this made up for a world-wide event.

Zebras, Griffons, Minotaurs, Ursas, Cervids, Buffalo and even Changelings were present at the great courtroom built specifically for such an occasion. After several minutes the chaos that was the courtroom slowly but surely began to die down, everyone taking their seats or positions leaving only ten spots free. The nine seats of the Judges and the single chair in front of them. For several minutes everything remained silent and calm save from the occasional cough or sneeze.

A soft blue shimmer glow suddenly covered the entire room for a second or two, nullifying all magic users inside the room. Moments later five crystal-like spheres shot out a weak glow as they hovered peacefully near the ceiling. Murmurs erupted just after a few seconds of silence, which were silenced at the sound of opening doors. Everyone present turned their heads around to see seven figures enter the room. Six of them were minotaurs wearing guard armor and in the center a purple scaled dragon with green spikes walking at the guards' pace.

The dragon was slim and not very muscular, he was also tall, not as tall as the minotaurs around him but tall enough to notice him effortlessly. He was also wearing nothing but a pair of ragged gray pants. That and a pair of thick black chains in his wrists and ankles. But what earned the stares of everyone that could see his face, was his expression. Calm, collected and even happy. The dragon even gave a silent hello to anyone he caught looking his way through the guards with a small nod and a smile on his face.

The guards and the prisoner soon arrived at the lone chair, two guards placed a massive hand over each shoulder of the dragon and with a push made him sit on the chair. A third guard waved for a moment in the air, a few seconds later two griffons, also wearing guard armor albeit different, approached with a small desk placing it in front of the dragon.

“Thank you,” said the dragon politely as he rested his arms on the desk.

The griffons said nothing and walked away. The minotaur guards walked to either side of the courtroom, three at each side, never tearing their gaze from the dragon.

Another door behind the judges' seats opened revealing a female changeling wearing their traditional black armor.

“All stand up to greet the honorable Judges,” the changeling said loud and clear, everyone obeyed and just a few seconds later nine black-cloaked figures walked through the door the changeling had come through. Once the judges took their seat the changeling bowed and took her place in one corner near the judges.

The nine judges took off their cloaks revealing their faces to the dragon prisoner. The dragon smiled as he recognized three faces in front of him.

“The order is now in session,” the judge in the center, a male Ursa, said in a grave voice. A second later everyone took their seats again. “We are gathered here today to lay judgment to prisoner 092889, Spike Solaris ‘The dragon’, adopted son of Princess Celestia Solaris, Scribe-Assistant of Princess Twilight Sparkle and former Hero of the Crystal Empire. For crimes against an entire race which include and not limited to: Terrorism, Genocide, Murder in all degrees, Mass Murder, Torture, Vandalism, Destruction of private property, Culture and Landmarks and…,” the judge look to the dragon in the eye, who in turn was smiling at them. “...The extinction of an entire race.”

“Nice record, but you forgot my most grave crime,” Spike smirked evilly at the judges. “Lollygagging,” the dragon stifled a laugh that no one else shared.

“Amusing,” a female Cervidae said in an unamused tone. “Spike Solaris ‘The dragon’, you are here, in the presence of The Great Tribunal, charged with crimes I can’t even stomach to mention, much less comprehend your motives. In all of my years as Prime Judge of Cervidas I've never thought that The Great Tribunal would be summoned for its second time since its creation to judge, yet another dragon for crimes even worse than that of your predecessor and, dare I say, every other criminal in the entirety of Equis.”

“Oh, you flatter me, miss Judge! But we know full well I’m no match in comparison to another. A certain king, perhaps?” Spike said with faint amusement. The judges remain silent for several seconds before the Zebra judge spoke.

“Mister Spike, do you think this is some kind of game?” he asked glaring at the dragon.

“Perish the thought, of course not! It’s just that I find myself here, surrounded by those that know little to nothing of what’s really going on. So forgive me if I'm feeling quite irrevocably…..bored,” Spike said nonchalantly. “C’mon, we all know what this is about. You’re even broadcasting the trial!” he said pointing up to the five crystal spheres above them. “Tell you what, I’ll make it fast for you.*Ehem* I, Spike Solaris 'The Dragon' hereby plead guilty with and in all charges. See? Court‘s done. Let’s move out with my execution, please.”

The courtroom erupted in outrage screaming and cursing, while the guards tried to appease the public.

“Order, order I say!” the ursa judge roared as he used his claws to hit a stone pedestal in front of him. It took a few minutes but the guards managed to calm the present public down. “Prisoner, we are here to dictate a sentence that befits your crimes properly, you have no right or place putting one on yourself.”

Spike cocked his head to the side a bit. “Dear Judge, why must we then delay the inevitable result?”

“Because, dear Spike, we, as the Great Tribunal, cannot just jump to conclusions, we are bonded by ancient laws to examine all available evidence, as well as to give the accused a fair chance to defend him or herself with all they can muster,” the Griffon judge said as he shot a weak smile at Spike.

“It doesn’t matter to me, in all honesty. I’m going to die in less than a month anyway,” a collective gasp echoed in the room as murmurs and conversation erupted. A few pedestal hits later from the ursa judge the courtroom was silent again. “Did I forgot to mention that little detail before?” Spike said smirking making the judges shoot glances between themselves.

“You certainly did, my dear Spike,” a sweet and soft as silk voice said. “Why didn’t you said so sooner?”

“And risk the safety of everypony else, Empress Shifting Sands? Nah, I see it as my last service to Equestria and its ponies, cows, donkeys and all those who live and try to rebuild it,” there was silence in the room for a few seconds.

“That still doesn’t answer why you embarked a crusade to exterminate the Caribou, brother,” a dragon barely bigger than Spike said in a low raspy and demanding tone.

Spike looked down at his hands, playing with his claws chuckling as he did so. “So,” he said in a very serious tone. “This is what all this is about, huh?” he looked up at again, straight at the ursa judge. “Alright, I’ll play. You said I had a fair chance to defend myself, right?”

“Indeed,” the Minotauress judge said sitting at the right side of the ursa judge. “But not before we present the charges against you. We were able to obtain evidence of your carnage against the caribou,” making a signal with her hand two cervidae guards walked through the main entrance holding a crystal big enough to be mistaken for a small pillar.

The guards walked until stopping right in between the judges, placing the crystal-like pillar on the ground letting it rest peacefully. The guards bowed before retiring, once they were gone the changeling judge, none other than Queen Chrysalis herself, shot a beam of magic to the crystal pillar making a crack in the middle. After a few seconds, the crystal pillar split in two leaving behind a thin shimmer of white. The two halves of the crystal pillar at each side began to rotate as the thin shimmer began to glow showing a static view of a green field with some trenches and several spears, swords, flags, hammers and whatnot.

But what stood out were the horns of hundreds of caribou and a thick white fog in the distance in front of them.

“What all of you are about to see, both here and outside this building, is the last memory of a dead caribou soldier recovered from the massacre of the ‘Red Fields’. Normally this kind of evidence would never even be considered in any trial, but since we are bound to follow the only rule of the Great Tribunal. Truth for Justice, we are forced to present it,” the ursa judge ended with a sigh. “Most of the present know what happened in the Red Fields, that’s why I’ll ask. If any of the present, here and outside, know you can’t handle such brutality, please leave.”

There was silence for a couple of seconds before some of the audience, and even one of the minotaur guards left the room without a word. The ursa judge nodded to Chrysalis making her shot another short beam to the left half of the crystal. Seconds later the image began to change, slowly gaining movement. After a couple of seconds, the image flickered as sound emerged from the crystals.

Many of the present gulped and sweated in anticipation but yelped as sudden whistle echoed in the distance. All eyes were now glued to the shimmering screen in front of them, silently thankful that the dragon didn’t hinder their vision.

“-they come,” a voice said and the vision was suddenly turned to the left focusing on a gray caribou. “Only to die, quite a shame, really.”

“Ha ha ha! Yeah, there must be some pretty nice cunts in there,” another voice said to the right said but the vision returned to the front. “Can’t believe those lowly bitches dare to rebel against their superior male masters.”

“You think that’s bad? There are ‘males’ that support them and respect them. How low can they fall to even consider that?” a voice behind him said with hatred. “Not to worry I suppose. If they love stupid cunts that much we can always turn them into one of them.”

“Eerrmmmmm,” the owner of the vision mumbled, seeing as the fog came closer and closer, the sun above them blocked by thick passing clouds. Looking back and to his sides in rapid successions, he could make out dozens of ballistas and thousands of his caribou brothers. “Are you sure we’ll win?” the owner blurted out, fear noticeable on his young sounding voice. Looking around he saw many of his comrades looking at him like he was stupid. “I-I mean, they killed King Dainn.”

One caribou in front of him turned around with a huff. “Don’t be stupid, it’s obvious the king is planning something. Our king is the ultimate male in the world, there’s no way he can lose. Even the bitch sisters fell in just minutes against his might,” he turned around with another huff. “Besides, most of their army is made up of useless sluts and sows. After this battle is over we’ll fuck some sense into the survivors and teach them the strength of male superiority!” the caribou shouted earning a round of shouts, whistles and loud snort-like sounds all over.

“Yeah, but they have…..The Reaper,” the owner said in an unheard whisper.

“Archers, ready your bows! Ballistas, ready to launch!” the owner shook his head a few times closing his eyes after hearing those orders being shouted behind him. Opening his eyes and blinking a few times he focused his vision to the fog once again. Everything was silent except for the occasional shift of armor, clang of weapons, stringing of bows and that annoying whistle in the distance, which was getting closer and closer to them along with the fog.

“Steady,” said the commander, almost whispering behind him. “Once that damned fog passes the mark, rain arrows on those filthy whores.”

Suddenly the fog stopped, just a few feet away from some conveniently placed mounds of rocks. Silence reigned again for a few seconds before the whistling stopped two replaced by even more silence.

“I don’t get it, what’re they waiting for?” said a caribou in the distance, the owner barely able to hear him at all.

“Shit. Shit. Shit! SHIT! It must be the Reaper, it has to be him, no mare or worthless female could plan anything!” another one said way behind him.

“Shut up, idiot. So what if the Reaper is with them? They’re still just dumb bitches and sluts!” the caribou at his right snapped back.

The owner's eyes never lost focus on the front regardless of the shouting and arguing his fellow caribou had entered in. He focused his vision, narrowing his eyes as he saw a shadowy figure walk out of the mist. Without thinking he took a step back. “I-I-I-It’s him,” he said with a shaky voice, making those around him fall silent and look forward again.

The silence returned in full force, meanwhile the figure, still partly covered by the fog, stepped out. He was less than two hundred feet away from them but did nothing else but standstill. The owner gasped the moment he saw the figure rise his gaze to the heavens, for a few short seconds, before raising his right arm as much as he could only to wave it down in a single movement.

The moment he did so the mist began to dissipate extremely fast. Many caribou, him included, gasped and gawked at what the dissipating fog revealed to them. Not even twenty feet behind the now very visible dragon an army, easily five times bigger than their own, came into view, not to mention the hordes of pegasi and griffons in the sky. His vision, however, was focused on the several catapults lined up perfectly behind the dragon ready to fire.

“Shi--” the owner said before the catapults let fired upon them. His gaze followed the huge boulders fly through the sky before ducking and closing his eyes. The screen was black as loud thuds and squashing noises, followed by shouts and screams filled the air. The owner opened his eyes again, gasped in horror and fell back, there was a boulder right in front of him drenched in blood and pieces of meat and brain, belonging to the caribou in front of him.

“Fire the Ballistas!” he heard the commander shout angrily before turning his gaze to the sky to see several hundred ballista bolts shot out to the opposing army. His gaze shifted quickly to their enemy, hoping to see a carnage, but instead, he saw several different glows, definitely unicorn magic, and just a second before the bolts reached them they stopped mid-air surrounded by a magic aura, those that didn’t stop crashed against an invisible wall, rendering them worthless.

The ones still suspended by magic turned around and shot back to the caribou, most of them not even reaching the first caribou line, but those that did impale the fools that didn’t dodge them in time. The owner began to panic, his breathing turning fast and harsh. Looking to his left he saw his fellow caribou snarling before getting up, his warhammer raised defiantly.

“Is that all you got, bitch--arrrggg!” the caribou tried to shout as an arrow pierced his throat clean, followed by another directly to his chest.

“Arrrgg!” the owner groaned as an arrow landed over his armor covered shoulder, he took the arrow out quickly, its tip barely covered by his blood. Looking up he saw several pegasi and some griffons fly over them firing arrows or dropping small black round bombs over them.

“Archers, fire!” he heard the commander shout just before a reign of arrows shot out to the skies, landing and taking out many of their attackers, but most arrows missed their targets completely. Then he gasped in terror as many of the arrows that missed began to fall directly over the first line. He yelped in fear as an arrow landed just inches in front of him and into his fallen comrade. “Retreat to the second line!” the commander shouted again.

The owner got up from his spot in his trench as he stole a glance of the army in front of them, seeing them advance at a slow steady pace, he could barely make out a line of unicorns shooting light to the ground and every few steps many of them would pull out strange-looking devices. “The traps,” the owner whispered before turning around as a gryphoness landed next to him covered in arrows.

Taking out a battle axe he used it to climb out of his trench quickly. In front of him, he saw several dozens of his brothers running at full speed while arrows and bombs rained upon them. He heard many arrows sizzling as they passed close to him, screams of pain and agony taking the vast majority of everything around him, it only made him run even faster to safety. After a couple of minutes, the arrows and bombs stopped and he reached the second line where his brothers awaited.

Turning back for the first time since leaving his position in the trench what he saw made him gasp in horror, his vision glued to the once green fields were now covered in red and corpses, or what remained of those hit by bombs.

Someone in the audience barfed before getting up and running out with haste, several others gasped horrified while others simply covered their eyes. Spike, for his part, just smirked silently.

“It’s about to get even better,” the dragon whispered as he saw the vision of the caribou shift from the fields to the front once more.

The owner saw the dragon climb the first line of trenches with ease, it was hard not to focus on the beast as it was practically directly in front of his line of sight. The dragon began to walk calmly towards them, suddenly a single ray of sun came through the cloudy skies, right above the dragon. He was too far away to notice any real details but from what he saw he could tell the dragon wasn’t wearing any armor nor was he holding any weapon. The ray of sun was soon blocked again by the clouds above just a second before his army came out behind him, a far stretched line just like when the fog was gone.

“Now we have them where we want,” a caribou said with glee in his voice. “As much as it pains me to say this, but they fight well in forests and ambushes, but now we will fight in an open field!” several other caribou began to laugh and joke about it.

“My fellow brothers!” the commander shouted behind him. “Today we will crush this so-called rebellion and retake Equestria for ourselves once more. Rejoice, as all of you will bring the new golden age of truth, male superiority cannot be denied!” chants and cheers erupted everywhere, but the owner didn’t lose his focus from the slowly approaching army. “Remember, capture as many as you can but don’t hesitate to kill anyone in front of you, my brothers. For the Fall!”

The dragon stopped for a moment, turning around to face his troops. The owner saw the dragon making some signs with his arms, his tail wagging from side to side slowly. A great chant and cheer, far greater than the one made by the caribou, was suddenly heard. He gulped slowly and he saw the dragon turn around again before letting out a loud, soul-chilling and utterly terrifying roar. He backed away a little upon hearing it and judging by the gaps, clanging of metal and rapid breathing around him so did his comrades.

The dragon roared again, this time with greater force before the army behind him charged as one against them. Screaming, shouting and cursing as the did, but even then the owner’s eyes remained glued to the dragon. Before his troops were able to pass him the dragon crouched down for a second, then, to his utter surprise and terror, the dragon began to run at them at an almost blinding speed.

“Release the warbeasts! Release them now!” The commander shouted fearfully, clearly seeing the dragon coming at them.

The sounds of chains being released way behind him echoed before, just moments later, horrible, unproportionate and almost disfigured beasts, that resembled a strange combination of a huge buffalo, a bull and a dragon entered his line of vision. The beasts were fast for their huge size, a caribou mounting their back guiding them as the beasts growled, snarled and spit out fire as they charged against their enemies.

“Charge!” the commander ordered making all caribou shout and run towards their enemy.

The owner followed suit alongside his caribou brothers, shifting his vision to his hands gripping his weapon tighter. He let out a loud shout as he charged following behind a mighty warbeast. Shooting glances everywhere as he ran to meet the charging army he got a glimpse of the dragon just before the warbeast in front of him got up to its hind legs and spit out a torrent of fire towards the dragon. The owner cheered redoubling his charge.

After a loud ripping noise, his vision became a mist of red, the warbeast split in half alongside its rider. He stopped dead in his track, seeing the dragon turn around mid-air to grab the upper body of the rider, only to toss it with unbelievable strength against another rider, effectively knocking him down the warbeast. He landed gracefully and then turned to the still living upper half of warbeast and torched it with his fire. Two caribou charged at the dragon by both sides, their weapons raised and ready to strike him down.

The dragon turned around swiftly grabbing the two-handed battle axe of the caribou of the left while the other caribou suddenly stopped, a second later the head of the caribou fell to the ground followed by his body a moment later. A loud clash of metals echoed near him, for a moment his gaze focused on the clashing armies just a few meters in front of him.

“Gaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” They scream made him focus again on the dragon, the tip of his tail covered in blood while one of his claws pierced side to side the other caribou by his chest. The caribou dropped his two-handed battle axe behind him. Retreating his claw the dragon then punched the caribou’s face with such force it ripped it from his shoulders sending it away.

The owner took a step back only to fall back on his ass. The dragon turned his gaze towards him and his vision filled with tears just as the dragon began to walk calmly towards him. The owner tried to back away but the dragon kept getting closer and closer to him, the fact that the only thing he could hear were screams of agony, curses, the clash of weapons and the sound of meat being ripped wasn’t helping him at all. Even so, he was unable to take his gaze away from the dragon. His tail was seemingly dancing in front of him, his claws darkened and dripping with blood, his purple scales partly covered in blood as well, his steps slow and calm and his eyes. Eyes as white as the purest of milk that seemed to emit a strange light off of them.

“S-stay back!” the owner shouted but the dragon didn’t stop.

Out of nowhere, six more caribou came charging against the dragon in all directions. The nearest caribou swung his sword against the dragon, ducking down the dragon dodged it as he used his sharp pointy tail to pierce the caribou through his heart. The two caribou at his left brought down their warhammers upon the dragon who caught one with each hand. Pulling at the warhammers with massive strength the two caribou fell forward, one of them was crushed against another warhammer belonging to the caribou on the right. The other one landed on the ground soundly.

The dragon got up using his tail while taking both stolen warhammers on their bases. He turned around quickly tossing one out to the sky. The owner followed the hammer long enough to see it hit a caribou, trying to bring down a pegasus, right in the back of his head. Returning his gaze quickly he was just able to see the dragon using the other hammer to smash the skull of the caribou on the right, while he squashed the head of the one in the ground with one of his feet making a sickening gurgling noise.

The last two caribou charged at the same time now that the dragon was giving them his back. But the dragon turned around just in time to catch both of their battle axes, he growled loudly before spitting out a thick stream of fire on one of the caribou right over his face. The caribou let go of his weapon and ran away screaming in agony. The other one let go of his weapon in fear, the dragon dropped both axes before starting to punch the other caribou randomly. After a few dozen punches the dragon hit the caribou with his backhand making the caribou turn around to face the owner. The face of the caribou was filled with cuts, bruises, and blood.

Suddenly out of the chest of the caribou burst out the tail of the dragon, the caribou didn’t even scream, he just looked down to see the tail piercing his chest. A moment later the tail retreated leaving a very visible hole on the caribou’s chest. The hole was filled a second later by something, then agonizingly slow, as the caribou wore an expression of utter pain and suffering, something else came out of his chest. The claws of the dragon.

The sickening sound of flesh being ripped apart and bones being broken filled the owner’s ears. Then, with a bloodthirsty roar, the caribou was split in half by the dragon, the organs of the caribou fell to the ground unceremoniously, splashing the feet of the dragon with blood and bile juices. The dragon huffed letting a small stream of fire leave his mouth. His gaze focused on the owner again for a split second.

“That’s the Reaper! Kill him now!” the commander shouted making the dragon look past the owner, then, with a single leap, the dragon left.

After the dragon leaped the owner saw how their enemies pushed against them with what could only be described as bloodlust. Earth pony mares hitting, cleaving, smashing and cutting his caribou brothers to a pulp. Unicorn ponies using their magic to torture, morph, crush or tear his brother's limb by limb. Pegasi and Griffon grabbing a caribou to take them to the sky only to drop them without care or grabbing them by his extremities and pull on them until the caribou was split up. Zebras chanting and using their strange rituals and magic to do the same equivalent as what the unicorns did, but with more gruesome results. Hydras and Manticores were being used to break havoc upon their ranks and destroy their prized warbeasts. Orthros, Timberwolves and other strange creatures leaping at his brothers ripping them to shreds in a matter of instants. This wasn’t a battle, it was a massacre. And he was next in the chopping block.

The owner got up with haste, dropped his axe and turned around to run away.

For the next couple of minutes, all that could be seen were tears and a thick forest in the distance.

“Turn around! Those Saddle Arabian whores and Changeling cunts are coming from behind!” a caribou shouted at the top of a rocky mound.

The owner stopped dead in his tracks as another powerful roar echoed the ‘battlefield’, looking back he saw the dragon, not fifty meters away from him, holding the head of the commander while standing over a mountain of corpses.

“Kill! Kill! Kill them! Slaughter them all! Leave not a single one of those insane bastards alive! Let’s take our vengeance and make justice, for Equestria!” The dragon shouted/roared as he tossed the head of the commander against the fleeing caribou soldiers.

“FOR EQUESTRIA!” the whole army shouted almost in unison.

The owner looked around and saw a small series of bushes. He ran to them as fast as he could, but before he could reach them something grabbed him by his neck.

“And where do you think you’re going, fucker,” the dragon said in a low, dark tone.

“P-p-please, I-I-I don’t want to die! I-I p-p-promise not to touch a-another female in my life!” the owner begged.

The dragon turned him around, the owner noticing the surprise in his face. “Wow, that’s the first time I’ve actually heard one of your kind use the word female,” his expression turned softer as a small smile formed on his face. The dragon put the owner down slowly, even dusting him off a bit.

“What’re yah doing, Spike!? Kill that bastard!” said a big earth pony stallion came into view wearing a standard royal guard armor, he also wielded a massive spiked mace with ease.

“Now, now Big Mac, that’s no way to speak to our new friend here,” the red stallion opened his mouth in shock. “Can you believe he used the word female instead of, well, you know?”

“Really?” the red stallion asked glaring at the owner.

“O-of course I did! I….I always thought it was wrong to treat females the way my brothers do!” the owner replied eagerly to the glaring stallion.

“.........Fine,” the stallion finally said. “What should Ah tell them troops now?”

“Tell them to proceed as planned and kill every single fucker they see, search for survivors, if they’re caribou, kill them. And while you’re at it, tell our allies to corner and capture those that try to flee,” Spike smiled at the owner as screams and cried of pain and agony were heard in the background. “Except him, I think I misjudged them as a whole. Who knows, maybe there are more like him in their hidden cities. Caribou tired of living in debauchery and idiocy.”

“Yes! Many of us hated King Dainn for dragging us with him and his horrid plans!” the owner replied excitedly.

The dragon turned to face the red stallion. “See, Big Mac?” the dragon turned back to face the owner again. “I’m sorry about your brothers, but I can’t let them live. But your cities are another story. If more are like you, then I’m certain we can come to a peace agreement and leave all this nonsense behind us,” the red stallion neighed before turning back to fulfill his orders.

“Ah hope ya know what yer doin’, Spike,” the stallion said walking away.

“Peace is what I’m doing,” the dragon whispered. “I have a bit of a problem, you see. I can’t seem to find your hidden cities or your capital, might be a sign that what I’m doing is wrong. No matter how much I torture other caribou they don’t speak and when trying to read their minds, dead or alive, that knowledge is always blocked,” Spike sighed sadly. “Just now I see that I’m wrong and that this isn’t the way. If you could point me where your capital is I can speak with those in charge and arrange something up,” the owner looked at him narrowing his eyes. “I promise I won’t do anything against them or your people, I just want this damn struggle over. I swear it on my dragon honor.”

The owner sighed with relief. “I don’t know much about dragons…...but I know that they keep their promises if they swear it by their honor,” he said happily. “Maletopia is hidden by a potent illusion spell in the western mountains, can’t miss it, it looks like an immense forest at the base of the Calingou mountains,”

The dragon smiled at the owner. “Thank you, my friend. Thanks to you peace is now a possibility between our countries,” the dragon turned around, in the distance screams and other similar noises could be heard. “I think you don’t want to go that way, though,” Spike said as he began to walk away.

“Thank you so much, Reaper!” the owner turned around with haste, starting to run away from the field. “I’ll tell my friends that you’re an honor---aaarrrggggg!” the owner stopped suddenly as he looked down to see the tail of the dragon piercing his chest. “B-b-b-but…..d-dragon….h-honor.”

Spike used his tale to turn the owner around to face him. “You’re right. But it just so happen that I lied. Also, I made a more powerful promise some time ago,” the dragon's eyes turned white as he grabbed the owner's head with both hands. “I swore on my life and everything I once held dear to me, to destroy your entire fucking race and wipe you motherfuckers from the face of Equis,” there was an awful crunching noise before Spike let go of the owner’s head.

As the head fell the vision was quick and blurry but once it landed on the ground everyone saw Spike standing with the body of the owner still impaled by his tail. In a swift movement, Spike tossed angrily the body away. The image began to darken as the last images were of Spike walking away. Then the crystals stopped spinning making the shimmering die out.

All of the presents were silent, trying to figure out what they had just watched. After a few seconds, the dragon broke the silence.

“C….Can you repeat it, please?” Spike asked with eyes open in shock. “I…..I…...I don’t…..” several of the present began to make noises, trying their hardest not to vomit. “I don’t….remember……...how could I forget…...something like that!?” the dragon asked loudly and almost angrily. Suddenly getting up he turned to the audience. “Was that amazing or what! HA HA! I mean, I ripped a caribou apart like he was an automatic door!” the audience was speechless as well as the judges.

Spike turned around to face the judges again. “Please tell me you can make a copy of that! I do NOT remember splitting that fucker like that! It was freaking amazing, how could I forget that!?”

The judges were left speechless, even Chrysalis. “H...have you no regrets, monster!?” the Diamond Dog judge snarled angrily. Empress Shifting Sands covered her face with her hands, knowing the diamond dog judge had said something very, very stupid.

“Regrets?” Spike asked calmly as two minotaur guards sat him down. “Yes, I have regrets. I believe everyone has at least one thing they regret,” his expression turned somber as he looked at the cervidae judge. “You said you didn’t understand my motives. And you,” he said turning to see the ursa judge. “You said I had the right to defend myself, right?”

“That….is correct, yes. But we have more evidence to go through first,” the ursa judge said.

“With all due respect, Sir. But both of us know it’ll only get worse down the line. And I don’t plan to defend myself, I’m as guilty as bright the sun of my mother is,” Spike looked down to the table. “Besides, I don’t think they can handle so much death, blood, and entrails,” he said pointing behind him.

“Then what do you have in mind then, brother?” the dragon judge asked.

Spike smirked “I’m going to tell you what you, all of you, really want to know. But first, allow to tell you a little story. Oh, and don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you about how the Fall began, all of you already know it by now,” the judges remained silent while the present behind him began to whisper, some even with fear.

Spike sighed. “After Nightmare Moon I knew my friends, the Element Bearers or Mane Six as some call them, were destined to greatness. After Discord I knew my place was with them and with Twilight, to help them as much as I could. After you, Chrysalis,” he smiled at the changeling queen. “I realized there are other heroes waiting for their chance to shine. I knew after Sombra that I could actually help all of them more than what I thought was possible of me. And after Tirek I knew they could face anything and any odd, and win,” Spike dug his claws against the desk.

“I regret being so stupid as to think everything was always going to be okay, that nothing could compete against them. I regret doing nothing to improve myself, to become stronger in any way. I regret not doing something, anything the day the caribou came. I regret running to my room and lock myself in the closet, crying for being a coward and being so weak. I regret so, so many things you have no fucking idea,” Spike took a deep breath.

“I don’t know how much time passed, but when a caribou came to my room and found me it was almost nightfall. He pulled me out, saying everything was alright and that things were now as they should be. And I believed him, somehow I believed him even though I wanted to run away,” Spike locked gazes with the ursa judge. “I walked outside the castle only to find caribou and stallions raping mares of all ages all over the place, other caribou were busy putting those damned collars around their necks. It was disgusting, I wanted to vomit, curl up and die right at that moment but something, a whisper in the back of my head told me it was alright. So I kept on walking to where the caribou was taking me.”

“The screams of mares filled my ears and the scent of sex, blood, and cum filled my nose. I almost barfed for real that time, but I grew accustomed to it in just a few minutes. Soon it didn’t bother me at all, in fact, it aroused me,” Spike clenched his fist effectively destroying a good portion of the desk. “When we finally arrived at where he was taking me, the center of town just outside Mayor Mare office, I saw for the first time the one that had turned my home into a place worse than Tartarus. That motherfucker of a king, Dainn.”

Spike snarled letting fire escape from his nostrils. The minotaur guards moved but stopped as the minotaur cow judge raised a shaky hand.

“He was sitting on his throne, the top of the damn thing adorned with four horns, the horns of the Alicorn princesses of Equestria and the Crystal Empire. And between his legs was Twilight, naked and sucking on his cock as if life itself depended on it. A red collar adorning her neck and wing-sheaths covering her wings, with the lovely words ‘Bimbo’ and ‘Slut’ written on them, alongside her name. Dainn lifted her by pulling harshly against her mane. Twilight moaned loudly in pleasure, she looked up to Dainn and he only pointed at me. Twilight turned around and smiled,” Spike unclenched his fists letting what little remained of wood escape from in between his fingers.

“I don’t remember if I said or did anything as Twilight crawled to me, everything turned black for a moment or two. Next thing I know I’m kneeling on the ground, grabbing Twilight’s tail with my left hand and a leash with my right one. Twilight moaning loudly as I fuck her harshly against the ground in front of Dainn, he smiled at me and said:

‘Take good care of your new pet, Lord Spike.’

After that he left, his throne carried away by half a dozen mares on their backs. I continued to fuck Twilight until I came inside her, and I enjoyed every single moment of it.”

Spike closed his eyes and gave his biggest and most sincere smile to the judges.

“And that’s the wonderful story of how I lost my virginity. Romantic, wasn’t it?”

The judges and everyone else looked at Spike in disbelief. No one knew what to say or do after hearing that. But Spike was not quite done yet.

“Nothing was sacred anymore since that day onwards. If you saw a pair of caribou having their way with, say, your daughter, you had no right to say or do anything against it. In fact, it was expected of you to join them. If you, as a male, fought back they turned you into a female and raped you too on the spot. Brother raping sister. Father raping daughter. Son raping mother. Male Superiority was the law, marriage was outlawed, mares and females were now things, objects, property to be owned and tossed away freely. They had no rights, no ownership, no nothing. Their new and sole purpose was to serve males and more importantly, the caribou, in any and every way they demanded.”

Looking up again to the judges with pure hate in his eyes, Spike let out a loud chuckle that froze the back of the judges. “I know what you really want to know. Oh yes, I do. You want to know something even worse than Tartarus, don’t you? In that case, as I said before, I won’t bore you with the beginning of the Fall. Let’s move to two years into the Fall, the day when I broke free from the caribou brainwash,” His eyes flickered for a moment with white. “Get me a glass of water, this is gonna take a while.”

Chapter 1 End. Innocence lost

Author's Notes:

Thanks to everyone who read this, you're amazing!

This chapter is now edited.

Also, I HATE everything Fall of Equestria is and stands for. Don't be mistaken, this is a hate fic, but I will make it a good fic to read, at least, I hope