“I can't believe you talked me into this.” Spike lamented, trudging through the dark underbrush of the Everfree forest, arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his face. “It's bad enough that you two just had to explore the Everfree but did you have to make me come along?”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes as she batted aside a stray tree branch that threatened to hit her in the face. “I know the Everfree isn't quite as dangerous as it used to be, but we still need someone to protect us.”

Rumble smirked, bumping his hip against the dragon. “And what's a better bodyguard other then the mightiest dragon in Ponyville.”

Spike’s face lit up, only for that elation to quickly billow away when he made a realization. “I’m the only dragon in Ponyville.” Spike grumbled.

“And besides, we need someone else here or else Rumble would spend the entire time looking at my butt.” Scootaloo remarked with a smirk, blowing the other pony a raspberry.

“I would not!” Rumble declared, face becoming two shades redder, only to get a withering look from Scootaloo, making him crumple slightly. “What? It's a nice butt.”

It is a really nice ass, yours isn't so bad either. Spike thought to himself, biting back the errant thought that had threatened to spill past his lips.

“You know you can say I have a nice ass Rumble, I wouldn't mind.” Scootaloo remarked, flashing the colt a wink.

“Fine then.” Rumble declared, taking a step forward and walking next to Scootaloo. “You got a real nice ass Scootaloo.”

The pegasus leaned forward, pressing her lips against the colt’s and making the trio stop in order to wait at the impromptu make out session. As mouths opened and tongues intertwined, Spike stood there awkwardly, trying and failing to look away from the scene playing out before him. Though it wasn't the first time this sort of thing had happened, it didn't make things any less awkward, as Spike was forced to stand there and cast furtive glances over his shoulder, waiting for the two to stop kissing.

Rumble was the first to take a step back and start walking once again. “And hey, Scootaloo never seems to think anything through, and I could use another sane creature on my side, plus we don't get to hang out much with school, and whatnot.” He announced casually, while leaving the other two people in the dust.

“H-hey!” Scootaloo yelled, cheeks puffing up as she glared at the colt, and then the dragon when he started to snicker. “Not you too!” She groaned.

Spike snickered at his friend's blushing face and quickly caught up with Rumble, bumping his first against the colt’s hoof. “Nice one Rumble.” He commented.

“Thanks dude.” Rumble replied.

Grinding her teeth, Scootaloo trotted up to the dou and flanked Spike on his right, with Rumble being on his left. “Look, I’m glad you two became friends, but not if it means you two are going to gang up on me all the time.” Scootaloo declared in a huff.

Spike sighed and raised his hands defensively. “Alright alright, it was just a joke Scoots, simmer down.”

“Humph!” Scootaloo puffed out her cheeks and turned away from the dragon.

Who frowned suddenly and looked around. “Speaking of which, why exactly are we exploring the Everfree and how did you guys find this path? It looks like it hasn't been used in ages.”

The path below them definitely looked ancient, with a thick layer of moss and dirt covering the ancient stone road that was only barely visible beneath. Trees had long since grown over most of the path, obscuring it from any who would fly over the treetops in search of it, and heavy vines hung down randomly, obscuring what lay ahead. The vegetation was so thick at some points that most would turn away, and yet, for whatever reason, Scootaloo seemed intent on pushing through it.

“Yeah Scootaloo, how did you find this path anyway?” Rumble remarked, kicking up a chunk of dirt and revealing a small patch of stone. “And is it just me or does this look like a road of some kind?”

“I found it after trying to get our manticore training cutie marks a few months ago and never had the time to explore it. Besides, with you in a bit of a funk I wanted to come here to see if we could cheer you up by getting you your cutie mark, duh.” Scootaloo replied, rolling her eyes. “Think about it Rumble, how cool would it be to get an archeology cutie mark? You could be like Daring Do!”

This time it was Rumble’s turn to roll his eyes. “You do know real archeologists spend all their time in labs staring at rocks and stuff right? Besides, that doesn't explain how you found this path, it was really far from the more explored part of the Everfree and the rest of the crusaders never heard of it.”

“Yeah Scootaloo, how did you find this anyway? Surely you didn't actually find it with the rest of the girls, or else they would know about it.” Spike added.

The filly sighed. “Look, the manticore thing really did happen, but right before we gave up I got this feeling to come here and lately it just got stronger is all.”

“Cus thats not ominous.” Rumble muttered.

“That does kinda sound weird…” Spike remarked with a shrug. “But so long as we are back for supper I don't mind the weird.”

“That's the spirit! I mean, kind of anyway.” Scootaloo frowned, only to shake her head. “Come on you two, you have to admit it would be pretty cool if we found something way out here. Spike, you’ve read lots of books, isn't there a legend of some lost city or something in the Everfree.”

The dragon snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. “There are plenty of rumours but they hold as much water as a sieve.”

“Well my brother says there is a lost city of dragons that's older than recorded history deep in the unexplored part of the Everfree.” Rumble whispered in a hushed town, extending a hoof and waving it across the vegetation before him. “A vast empire of ancient dragons that ruled over everything.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Isn't this the same brother that said Atlantis was real, and that Equestria is flat?”

Rumble wilted visibly, his features falling. “M-maybe.”

Scootaloo smirked and trotted a few steps ahead, head held high. “I told you he is a weirdo.”

“Hey my brother isn't weird! He's just…” Rumble frowned, his jaw slamming shut. “Okay maybe he's a little weird.”

The dragon standing next to him shrugged. “Nothing wrong with being a little weird, as Celestia always says.”

Rumble raised an eyebrow at the drake, taking a step back. “Does she really say that?”

Spike chuckled to himself. “No, but you believed me for a second didn't you?”

“Augh, you are the worst.” Rumble moaned, while Scootaloo just laughed.

Together the trio continued deeper and deeper into the forest, following the cobblestone road and keeping a sharp eye out for anything dangerous that they might cross paths with.

“Augh, its been hours.” Spike whined. “If we don't find something in another hour I am turning around and going home. I can't bear to stop and wait for you two to make out again.”

Rumble wiped the sweat from his brow and nodded. “Sorry about that Spike. But come to think of it I have to agree with Spike this time, this is going too far. I mean, how far away are we anyway? I don't recognize anything, even when I flew above the trees.”

Scootaloo frowned, as she continued to lead her little troupe further into the forest. “I mean we gotta be getting close to something right?” She half asked half stated.

“I don't know Scootaloo, nothing seems different from the last four hours we've been walking.” Rumble whined.

“Oh come on, it hasn't been four hours, don't be such a baby.” Scootaloo shot back.

Rumble grumbled silently to himself, and though Spike wanted to say something in an attempt to convince Scootaloo to stop, he suddenly found himself unable to speak, his lips not reacting to his commands. He felt a sudden urge, a foreign desire he had never given voice to, surge to the forefront of his mind and make him imagine a scene he would have never consciously thought of.

He saw Rumble and Scootaloo bound and collared with leashes leading from said collars to his outstretched hand, which gripped the leather tightly. Their bodies were dripping with sweat, and fluids he knew in an instant were his doing, as he had marked them as his own. Then, all of a sudden the image vanished and the couple’s bickering came back into focus only for the trio to hear a sudden crack and stopped dead in their tracks.

“What was that?” Rumble asked, looking around nervously.

“I don't know, but it sounded like-” Whatever Scootaloo had been about to say was lost when the ground suddenly opened up and swallowed her whole.

“Scootaloo!” Both dragon and pony yelled in unison, diving forward and toward the flightless pegasus a second too late.

The orange pony was gone, leaving the males to scramble up to where she had vanished, and look down into the pit she had vanished into. The hole was dark, and deep, and for a second they both feared the worst, until a cough, and the shifting of dirt and debris alerted them to the fact their fellow explorer was still very much alive.

“Scootaloo!” Rumble yelled, his wings buzzing as he leapt down the large pit, headless to any possible danger.

A second later Spike flew down after him, his wings flapping hard to ensure he didn't come down too fast. “Hold on, were coming!” He yelled.

Below him, from the mass of dirt and stone emerged a familiar orange pegasus, who although was covered head to hoof in dirt and grime, seemed none the worse for wear. “I’m -oof, alright.” She muttered, wiping the debris that clung to her features.

Rumble landed first, and eagerly ran up to the filly, his eyes going up and down her body, his hooves touching her all over. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? Can you feel my hoof?” He asked.

Scootaloo wiggled her butt slightly before nodding confidently. “Yeah, I’m fine, the dirt broke my fall.”

“You were pretty darn lucky.” Spike commented, landing beside the pair. “You could have been crushed you know.”

Scootaloo gulped as she looked around. “Yeah, I guess I am pretty luck, wait, what's that?” She muttered, pointing towards the north wall, where there was a large opening in what looked like solid stone.

“What the…” Spike muttered, looking over to where a large, nearly fifteen foot by fifteen foot opening emerged.

The hole they were in was quite large, easily a few feet bigger than the opening by a good bit, and now that he looked around, Spike noticed that the wall the entrance was carved into was perfectly cut stone while the other walls were simple dirt. Looking around, Spike turned upwards, realizing that the block Scootaloo had inadvertently broke was a single, monumental slab, the remains of which they were now standing on.

The gears turned in Spike’s mind, and he quickly realized that this entrance had been sealed off purposefully, though why that had been done eluded him for the moment.

Ahead of him, Scootaloo carefully trotted forward, peering into the dark with wide, curios eyes. Only to be stopped by Rumble’s hoof several feet from the door. “Wait, don't you think this is a little weird?” He asked.

Scootaloo frowned. “I mean obviously.”

“We need to go back and tell Twilight or somepony.” Rumble declared. “Me and Spike can lift you out of here and if were lucky we can make it back before nightfall, provided your not actually hurt.”

Scootaloo shook her head and stamped her hoof. “We came all this way, and you just want to turn around now? No way. Not happening.”

“Augh Scootaloo…” Rumble sighed and turned to Spike. “Help me out here man, tell her how crazy this is. She just fell down a hole after breaking through a solid stone lab for Celestia’s sake!”

“I mean a little, but…” Spike took a step forward, something about the tunnel drawing him in. “It couldn't hurt to look a little bit first right?”

Defeated, Rumble let out another sigh. “At least give us torches or something.”

Scootaloo smirked, and bumped her coltfriend's hip as Spike rummaged around in search of something that could serve as a torch.

Lucky for him, they seemed to have inadvertently brought with them several large chunks of long dead roots. Breathing deeply, Spike let loose a short burst of fire, lighting their impromptu torches and enabling his friends to see. “What about you?” Rumble asked, noticing that Spike didn't take one for himself.

“Dragons can see in the dark.” Spike explained, pointing to his eyes, which shifted subtly as Rumble watched, his pupils dilating.

“Yeah, they can even see heat signatures, right Spike?” Scootaloo added.

The dragon nodded. “We can, and it's called infravision.”

Rumble chuckled as he took his torch. “Sounds like something out of ogres and oubliettes.”

“Just keep your eyes out for traps.” Scootaloo remarked, following close behind Spike as he began to stride purposefully down the tunnel.

Pouting to himself, Rumble followed at the back, grumbling the entire way.

The trio continued deeper into the strange structure, each one noticing just how wide, and perfectly cut the walls and floor were. Whoever had made it, had clearly been massive, as evidence by just how high the ceiling was. “Whowee. This place is huge.” Rumble remarked. “Who do you think could have built this place?”

Scootaloo shrugged. “Dunno, minotaurs maybe?”

Spike shook his head, stopping and running a hand across the smooth wall. “Ancient minotaurs never pushed this far, and even if they did these pillars are not like anything they have ever made before.”

The two ponies strained their sight, peering into the darkness only to notice that there were a set of pillars just ahead, one on each side of the hallway. “Huh, would you look at that.” Rumble muttered, following Scootaloo as she made her way over to the closest one.

The pillar was not unlike a stone flame that somehow twisted up from the ground to ceiling. The edges had dulled somewhat overtime but each creature who looked upon the pillar could imagine that at one point they had been quite sharp. As they continued to stare Spike ran his hand down the pillar, frowning as he looked down at his open palm where a hint of black dust rested.

“What is it Spike?” Rumble asked, taking a step closer to the drake.

“I don't know, this place feels strange…” He wiped the dust off on his side and turned deeper into the tunnel, a claw pointing off into the distance. “There is some sort of painting or something just up ahead, we should check it out.”

Scootaloo eagerly followed her friends, while Rumble remained at the back, only following after he had raised his torch high and gulped down his fear. “R-right behind you.” He muttered, mostly to himself.

Together the trio made their way closer to the thing Spike had seen. As they neared the end of the hall they noticed that it stopped suddenly, only to open up on either side, forming one long hall that went both right and left. They hardly even noticed this new development however, as there was a massive, nearly floor to ceiling carving inlaid in the wall, one that made both ponies shiver in fear while Spike remained wide eyed and curious.

Before them stood an enormous dragon that leered down at them from on high, his eyes illuminated by the flickering of their torches, revealing twin rubies that looked down at the trio. Where modern dragons had more exaggerated features, and large, almost toonish limbs, this one was far more sleek, his wings nearly three times as large as he was. Most other dragons had large, expressive eyes, this one had thin slats that promised death to his enemies, and fear to those who had yet to become his enemy. At his clawed feat was a great mound of ash, in which some kind of writing could be seen.

“Well that's not scary at all.” Rumble remarked.

Scootaloo nodded. “What do you think it says Spike?”

The dragon shrugged. “The dragon language died out centuries ago, and I don't even know if this is it, but…” He trailed off, his clawed hand gently gliding past the strange writing.

“But what?” Rumble asked, stepping a little closer, and squinting in order to stare closer at the words.

“N-nothing.” Spike stuttered, only to shake his head and take a step back. “Whatever it says its from a language no one alive can speak.”

Scootaloo’s eyes lit up and she took a step closer, placing a hoof against the writing. “Does this mean nopony has ever found this place before?”

The dragon shrugged. “I think so, I’ve never seen anything like this in Twilight’s books and she was really into archeology and ancient cultures when she first started reading Daring Do.”

The filly gasped and grabbed Rumble by the shoulder, shaking him. “Do you know what this means Rumble?”

“That we might never be able to read it and that we should probably leave now as its likely there are ancient traps that have yet to be triggered?” Rumble deadpanned.

“I mean that too, but this is is a historic discovery that nopony has seen in hundreds and maybe even thousands of years! Quick, check your butt!” Scootaloo announced, all but shoving the colt so everyone could take a look at said butt.

Blushing profusely, Rumble turned and looked down at his still bare flank. “See, I told you this wasn't going to work.”

Spike meanwhile, was busy staring at the colt’s flanks, noting that they were a little larger than the average colt’s to the point that he nearly had a bigger butt then Scootaloo. Nopony noticed his blush, an expression Spike quickly hid as the two began to argue, giving him the cover he needed to try and dismiss the red tint that had come to his cheeks.

Come on Spike, your straight remember, you don't like cute, jiggly stallion butt, even if you really want to-. No! The dragon shook his head vigorously. I’m straight! Why, just look at Scootaloo, she's gorgeous and that's exactly what I like, not stupid sexy Rumble. The dragon’s groan thankfully went unnoticed by his friends, who continued to bicker.

“-maybe we just have to go a little deeper!” Scootaloo declared, grinning triumphantly.

Or maybe I could just go a little deeper inside that gorgeous butt of yours. Spike thought lecherously to himself, only half fighting the urges at this point.

“Or maybe it's not my destiny to be an archeologist.” Rumble replied, rolling his eyes.

Because it's your destiny to spend all day and night bouncing on my cock. Spike thought, smirking to himself as he imaged exactly that happening right here and now.

“How can we know for sure if we don't try at least?” Scootaloo implored.

“I think this counts as trying, we made a discovery, we figured out it was older than dirt, now we go home and get the experts.” Rumble declared evenly.

Scootaloo huffed. “Well I think we should split up and check it out a little more, maybe if you were alone you would get your cutie mark.”

“Augh fine, but after ten minutes of not getting a cutie mark we meet back here and leave. Deal?” Rumble implored, sticking out his hoof.

The filly nodded, clopping her hoof against Rumbles. “Deal.”

Spike shook his head, shocked out of his stupor by the clopping of hooves and silently hoping neither pony noticed that he had just been off in his own world for the last minute. Having been too busy imagining them servicing him sexually in a variety of manners to listen to what they were saying.

The colt immediately turned and continued down the left tunnel, slowly being swallowed by the darkness before he turned and disappeared into a side room. Spike shook his head and looked away from the intimidating dragon, catching Scootaloo just as she was about to leave as well. “Hey, do you really think its Rumble’s destiny to be an archeologist?” He asked suddenly, grabbing her shoulder before she had the chance to leave.

Scootaloo shrugged. “Probably not, but this is way too cool to leave yet, besides he's been in a bit of a funk lately and what's better to take your mind off the mundane then something as cool as this?”

“I mean I guess.” Spike murmured, releasing his grip on the filly and allowing her to take a step back, silently wishing he had someone who cared about him in the way that Scootaloo cared for Rumble.

“So, are you coming with me or are you going to keep staring at that weird dragon.” Scootaloo remarked with a smirk.

“He's not weird!” Spike declared surprisingly forcefully, only to immediately sigh, and ran a hand down the spines on his head and breath deeply. “I mean, I’m going to try and figure out this writing for a bit.”

Scootaloo gave him a strained look before shrugging and turning around. “Alright, suit yourself but don't go far, we don't want to get too split up.”

“I won't.” Spike murmured, turning back to the large, imposing figure of the massive dragon.

Looking up at it Spike couldn't help but be struck by the sheer scale of the relief before him, as it made the dragon seem hundreds of metres tall despite the fact that there was nothing on it to really help him judge the actual scale. The longer he looked the more the dragon seemed to be less intimidating then he appeared at first glance and Spike found his attention drawn up to it's ruby gaze which looked down at him.

“What was that?” Spike asked while spinning around, chasing a faint whisper he thought he heard.

Turning left and right as well as completely around revealed that the hall behind him, as well as the one that his friends had both gone down were completely empty and there wasn't so much as a wisp of dust to suggest that anyone had even been near him. Nostrils flaring, the dragon tried to detect the scent of the creature that had whispered, only to find that there was only the same stale, dusty smell that had first hit him when they had begun to explore the strange structure.

“Huh, weird.” Spike muttered.

The dragon turned around, only to find that the dragon had lowered itself to his eye level, its ruby eyes now staring into Spike’s. “What the-!” Spike yelled, falling backwards and wincing as he landed on his tail.

Rubbing the sore limb, the dragon looked back up to find that the relief was as normal as ever, the dragon having not moved an inch from its tall, intimidating pose. “Weird…” Spike muttered, staring close at the large, angular dragon, as if daring it to move.

When nothing happened for several long seconds the young drake shrugged and went back to studying the unreadable words. Words that began to become more familiar with each passing second, leading Spike’s eyes towards one that stood out from the rest. It was a larger word, both literally, as in it took up more of the wall, but it also had more letters then the rest. Reaching forward, Spike found his hand drawn to the word, his fingers caressing the elegant, flowing script he could not understand.

Just as he was about to pull back, he felt a sudden, almost overpowering urge to push forward, an urge he could not resist before it was too late. The word he pressed clicked, and sunk into the wall, now becoming uniform with the rest. The second this happened, Spike took a wary step back before glancing down at his hand and wondering what had overtaken him. Shrugging it off, the young drake looked up, wary of the larger dragon suddenly moving on him when he wasn't looking. Yet it hadn’t moved at all, and instead something far stranger had occurred.

A small hole had opened up in the wall just below the word he had pressed. How it had emerged without creating a sound was beyond him, but that wasn't what concerned him, as the hole seemed nearly exactly his height and width, as if it had been made for him. As he stared at it, he felt his feet begin to move, carrying him closer, and drawing his eye into the darkness that lay beyond the entrance to the strange new opening.

It took all his will power just to stop himself, the dragon shaking his head vigorously. “Rumble! Scootaloo! I found something!” He yelled, turning left and right.

When no one responded, the dragon could feel his will melting away, an unseen force pulling him towards the hole and guiding him deeper into the underground structure. “I’m going to check something out, I’ll be right back!” He called, before stumbling forward, a glazed expression crossing his face as he crossed the threshold and walked into the strange passageway.

Unknown to the young drake, the hole he had barely slipped through had silently closed behind him, Spike too busy stumbling forward to notice. All around him were numerous reliefs depicting hundreds, if not thousands of scenes ranging from dragons simply flying, to great wars between what looked like alicorns and dragons and numerous more mundane images as well. Spike gawked silently at the the various images, yet found himself continually drawn forward, his curiosity overruled by a much stronger will than his own.

Where the chamber opened up significantly, depicting one final scene showing the same massive dragon Spike saw earlier, only this time he stood over a seemingly endless parade of collared ponies, griffons, zebras and all manner of creature, all of whom were looking down in abject defeat. Spike’s jaw hung open and he looked up to the great dragon, noting that he was grinning madly, a lecherous grin on his face as he looked down over his numerous slaves.

“Spike.” A deep voice suddenly spoke.

“Who said that?” Spike yelled, turning around only to find that he was as alone as ever.

“Gaze upon my visage, young dragon.” The voice commanded, only this time it was clearly coming from the image Spike had seen earlier.

Slowly, the young dragon turned and looked up to find that a familiar gleam now shone from the dragon’s ruby eyes, giving the impression that the great dragon was looking down upon him. “It is good that our kind still lives, though your physique is strange, and… round.” The voice announced, a hint of sadness in his voice. “I have glimpsed your mind and seen the result of the alicorn’s judgement and what I have seen saddens me deeply.”

“Well I am only a baby, as far as dragons go anyway.” Spike remarked, only to face palm. “What am I doing, talking to a wall, get it together Spike.”

“Hmm, interesting.” The voice announced. “You are clearly intelligent, educated even, but you look upon our history with wonder, and confusion. Why is this?”

“Our history?” Spike murmured, turning back and gazing down the hall where he had seen the many hundreds of images. “You mean the migrations and that big battle were all real?”

“There were many migrations, and many, many battles, all of which did happen.” The voice announced, growing sadder. “We were defeated, as you have no doubt realized. The alicorn’s magic and command over the sun and moon enabled them to overpower and destroy us. In the end we lost almost everything and were forced to submit or to slumber for all eternity.”

“Thats crazy.” Spike murmured, staring in awe up at the great dragon. “But what does this have to do with me? And who are you for that matter and how are you talking to me through a wall anyway?”

“My name has been forgotten to time no less, and is now irrelevant.” The dragon leaned down, its body flickering between several images, as it were a comic book character that lacked several in between drawings. “I am able to speak to you due to my power being too great to be fully sealed by the alicorn’s judgement. A part of my mind that is not forced to dream forever is able to project up into this very temple where I have waited for millenia. Though again, that matters little, for what truly matters is that there still exists hope to rebuild what was lost, but first you must be taught.”

“Taught what? And I’m really not okay with the whole rebuilding an empire thing.” Spike muttered, taking a step back and raising his hands.

“No, you aren't ready for that are you? But we dragons live a long time, and I think you will find that we can be very, very patient.” The voice remarked, the dragon’s bulk lowering until he once more looked Spike in the eye. “For now you will be taught only a single thing, something that will help you get what you desire.”

“What desire? I don't desire anything…” Spike replied defensively, his mind instantly conjuring images of all the things he had imagined doing with both Rumble and Scootaloo.

“Oh, but I can see it in your eyes, you gaze upon your… companions, with lust in your eyes. You desire them, you deserve them, and I will teach you how to make them yours.” The voice announced, his words ringing in the young dragon’s ears, making him unable to turn away.

The young drake wanted to deny it, to tell this stupid old carving to go shove it, but, he couldn't. The truth was obvious, even though he wished desperately to deny it. He wanted them, not only Scootaloo but Rumble as well, the young ponies both having certain attractive aspects of their physiology that drew Spike’s eye. As he stood there, transfixed by the dragon’s ruby gaze, he was forced to admit that not only did he desire them, he wanted them both to serve him, to become his and his alone.

Shaking his head, Spike grunted, tearing his gaze from the rubies. “N-no. Your wrong, that's wrong! I don't want anything like that, they are my friends and I care-.”

“Though it is good that you care for your future slaves but they are definitely not your friends, nor should they be.” The dragon interrupted sneering down at his younger. “You are a member of the elder race, the heir apparents of all the world. We watched the ponies go from mere animals to the primitive savages that now litter this world, having spread themselves to all corners of the globe.”

The dragon’s image grew larger and larger as he seemed to draw closer to whatever barrier that held him at bay. Raising a first, the great dragon clenched his clawed hand tightly, smoke forming around his nose and slowly rising to the ceiling and vanishing. “We have the absolute right, no, authority to take whatever we desire.” Images of ponies lining up to suck Spike’s cock filled his mind, each one’s mouth dripping with saliva, desiring nothing more than to serve him.

“From slaves, to land, to lives, all live and die at our whims. You are not ready for this realization, for you to become the instrument for our rebirth, but that will come with time. For now, I will teach you an ability they made us forget.” The dragon sneered, spitting out the word they like it was venom.

“W-what are you talking about?” Spike muttered, looking up in horror at the great elder dragon looming over him.

“Our authority was absolute.” He stated, a small smile coming over his face. “And it was with this authority that we took the very minds of our cattle, turning them not only against each other, but themselves.” To further drive home the point, Spike saw flashes of everypony he knew bowing to him, prostrating themselves before the young drake, ready and willing to serve him in whatever manner the dragon desired.

“I-I can't, Rumble is a guy and I-” Spike blubbered, trying to come up with any excuse he could muster.

“That matters little. I know very well of your leanings, young drake and there is no shame in appreciating both genders.” The dragon shook his head. “And worry not of their opinions for they both don't matter in the grand scheme of things and will be rendered moot as they will not find out unless it is too late, unless…” The dragon leaned down, getting much closer to Spike’s level but not entirely. “Unless you are a fool. And you are not a fool, are you young Spike?”

For a moment the world stood still, a silent battle of wills occupying the entirety of Spike’s mind. He saw rows and rows of ponies bending the knee to him, swearing fealty to the young dragon and meaning every word they said. He saw Scootaloo and Rumble standing at either side of him, each one shouting orders to the new slaves which were arrayed before him, each one presenting themselves to him, begging to serve.

Spike fought back by biting his lip and trying to conjure images of his friends, family and loved ones, but each time he did he saw them twisted, perverted and bent to serve him. Each time he saw another pony he knew being bent to his will, he felt a small part of him break, and slowly, inch by inch, he felt himself losing ground against the elder dragon.

Try as he might, the ancient was far stronger than him, and despite his continued resistance he could feel himself grow hard, turned on by the endless parade of stallions and mares that threw themself at him. It was endless, and after what felt like minutes, he felt something deep inside of him snap, opening his mind to the full intensity of the elder dragon’s will.

The elder dragon’s eyes flashed, a bright wave of red light illuminating the room before sinking into the young drake’s eyes and beneath his flesh. For a moment Spike said nothing, did nothing, merely standing there, his mind at war with the suggestion his elder had given him. The war did not last much longer though, and Spike shook his head and nodded, having realized the truth of the old dragon’s words in addition to just how much he liked the idea of having his own slaves sounded in his mind.

Images of both Rumble and Scootaloo prostrating themselves before him were the most potent of those images, and they made a heat begin to burn in his loins, and the longer he thought of it, the more he craved it. He wanted to fuck them, to use them, to make them his toys, obedient to the last and wanting nothing but to fulfill his every command.

“You are right, I am no fool. Please, teach me the way.” Spike murmured, turning his head down slightly in respect.

“I already have.” The dragon intoned, a slight smile coming to his scaly face. “You have but to look your target in the eye and give them a command and it will be so.” Just as Spike was about to turn away, the dragon raised a hand, stopping him in his tracks. “But be wary, you will be unable to dominate mind’s superior to your own, train yourself, take your first slaves and in time you will acquire all you desire.”

“Where should I begin?” The young dragon asked, unsure of his new abilities, and hungry for direction.

“The female has wandered into the old slave holds, go to her, take her, and make her your own, the male will soon follow.” The dragon spoke, before stepping back and slowly retaking the same position he was first found in. “Now go, and take the first step towards your destiny.”

“I will, elder.” Spike murmured before nodding one last time and turning away, a confident smile on his face and a faint glimmer of scarlet energy shimmering around his eyes.

Scootaloo leaned down and poked a strange metal collar resting on the floor, musing silently on what it would be used for. All around the room was writing in the same script as they saw at the beginning of the hallway, and though she couldn't read it, looking at it gave her a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. Instead of contemplating the words further she decided to dig through the what looked like a solid stone dresser of some kind.

Though she was too weak to open any of the drawers, the bottom one was already open, revealing the collars she was staring at right now. “Thats weird.” Scootaloo remarked as she lifted one of the collars.

It was solid metal, a kind she had never seen before, and though it was obviously as ancient as the structure they now resided within, there were no scratches or blemishes whatsoever. The metal itself was also slightly warm to the touch, while also being as smooth as polished marble. It looked large enough to easily fit around her neck with room to spare, and maybe even fit around the neck of someone really big like Big Macintosh or maybe even princess Celestia if it was extended slightly using the screws in the sides.

The young mare placed the collar back into the drawer and took a step back, weirded out by the odd vibes it and this entire room was giving off. Looking around, Scootaloo noticed that there were other strange stone furniture that seemed built to contain a great many things of various sizes, in the centre of which was a large metal half circle that was bolted to the floor.

Walking over to it, Scootaloo gave it a poke, but found that other then it being made of the same creepy metal as the collars, there was nothing strange about it. Frowning to herself, Scootaloo stared for a few more seconds before reluctantly shrugging and turning around.

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