Spike struggled as he ripped the Bloodstone Scepter from it's red crystal perch, letting out a miniature roar as it broke loose. The tiny drake raised it into the air just as the other dragons of the Fire Gaunlet rushed into the room.

There was a flash as Twilight and Rarity teleported near them, throwing their hands into the air and cheering, not caring that the other drakes saw them, as they were all too shocked to see Spike of all dragons get the Scepter.

"Whoo! Go Spikey Wikey!" Rarity cheered but Spike ignored her. She seemed to only care about him when he did something she could brag about, he suddenly found him realizing.

Spike found his gaze shifting to Twilight, who he saw simply cheering. No hint of pride on her face. Only relief.

'It's obvious.' A voice deep inside of him hissed slowly. 'She only cares that her slave now controls the Dragonlands. That is all you are to her.'

Spike slowly brought the Bloodstone Scepter to his face and stared directly at his reflection inside of it. How was this only making sense now? He had been a slave, his entire life, born into servitude to one of Equestria's nobility. Used for nothing but menial labor, cleaning and fawning over a Alicorn who at best gave him the bare minimum attention and a unicorn who turned him into a pincushion. Not even his supposed closest pony friends treated him as anything more than a door mat. A sidekick. A pet. A... slave.

Even the magical mirror reflected this, by showing him as nothing him as nothing more than a mere puppy. Twilight's pet. He had always just accepted it, but now the blistering emotions bubbled to the surface. He was the same age as Ember and the other dragons in this room, but he didn't even come up to most of their knees.

Twilight had kept him small so he was easy to control, and he couldn't do a thing about it, until now of an entire race at his disposal. A race that couldn't be stopped.

"Spike? Are you... ok?" Rarity asked taking a slow step towards the dragon.

Ember shot a glance from Spike, to the two ponies as Twilight lit up her horn.

"Ok Spike, maybe we should get this thing away from you." The Princess hesitant said wrapping the Scepter in a spell. She was shocked when Spike very suddenly pulled it from her grip.

His thoughts were confirmed! She didn't want to loose her slave to the dragons! It all made sense now! Spike pulled back, his eyes suddenly turning green, two red irises locked directly with Twilight and Rarity who gasped.

The dragon almost instantly shot up several inches, tearing the clothes he wore, which Rarity had made for him, into scraps which loosely hung from his body. The drake pointed the tip of the scepter directly at both of them and let out a guttural hiss, his voice several layers deeper than what it was before.

"Capture them!" He roared to his new subject.

Twilight and Rarity's eyes widened as the dragons behind them, even Ember, lowered down and smiled as they started closing in on them.

Just are one was about to tackle them, Twilight lit up her horn and teleported the two of them back to Ponyvile.

Spike marched down from his perch passed the confused dragons, who parted to allow him passed, even if after his growth he still only came up to their hips.

"Where'd they go?" Hissed a Dragon.

"Don't worry. They'll be back with the help of their Princesses, and Elements. We just have to crush them when they get here." Spike calmly spoke as he walked forwards. The new Dragonlord ripped what remained of his clothes off with a single claw, leaving him nude, not that any of the dragons really cared since they rarely wore clothes baring armor.

"Way to go Spike!" Garble roared in some faux-pride. Spike merely walked passed Garble and pointed a thumb at him over his shoulder.

"Kick the shit out of him." The Dragonlord said emotionlessly. Garble merely had time to widen his eyes before he was set upon by a gang of larger drakes.

Spike grabbed Ember by the hand as he passed her, staring up at her. She actually had reason to be smiling down at him, positively beaming with pride. Spike smiled back at her.

"Let's go talk to your father shall we?" Spike asked darkly.

Torch yawned as he sat on his Throne before catching a glimpse of a large parade of smaller dragons approaching him. The very fist thing to catch his eye was who exactly was carrying the Bloodstone Scepter.

"You?" He roared in confusion. The ancient wyrm craned his neck as he brought his head mere inches from the new Dragonlord. "You're the new dragonlord? The pipsqueak who said he wanted to leave?"

"Myes, do we have a problem?" Spike said with no hint of fear in his voice.

"Hmph. I guess not. I did say anydrake could get become dragonlord, Anydrake except-" He was cut off when he noticed who was standing next to Spike.

"EMBER!" He roared suddenly narrowing his eyes in rage. "What did I tell you! No wonder this pathetic excuse for a drake won when he was running against you.

Ember lowered her head in sadness before Spike growled.

"Oh. Oh. So it looks like we do have a problem." Spike roared back at Torch. The Dragonlord snapped his fingers.

Without warning, a dragon equal in size to Torch flew in and tackled him off to the side. The two behemoths clashed for a couple seconds, before Torch found himself pinned to the ground as two more massive drakes landed next to the two, clearly on Spike's side. The Dragon pinning him grabbed Torch by the throat, pushing him even further down.

Spike slowly stalked towards the four as Ember and the other drakes were merely frozen in place. Spike soon stood right in front of the pinned Torch, polishing a large diamond that he had scooped up off the ground on his chest.

"You know, you really should lighten up on poor Ember. She only wants belonging." Spike said as he took a bite of the diamond like it was an apple.

"Fuck you!" Torch wheezed which only earned his throat more pressure from the claw around it.

"I thought you'd say that. Don't worry about your daughter anymore though my poor Torch, she belongs to me now." Spike hissed darkly. "Take him away girls. Chain him to the side of a mountain or something. He's yours now."

"As you wish my Dragonlord." One of the Dragons, a female, said seductively. "I think I am going to enjoy him quite a lot."

Ember rushed to Spikes side as the three massive dragonesses, hoisted Torch up as he roared and screamed in rage. He was soon carried over the horizon in flight, spewing fire in Spike's direction which did almost nothing.

Spike cringed in an overdramatized motion as he turned to Ember. "Sorry about that. He didn't really give me a choice. You might also end up getting a couple siblings soon."

Ember rolled her eyes "He was a mother fucker anyway." She grunted. "Literally. I preferred my mom."

Spike snickered at her joke before he gestured to the massive throne of the Dragonlands. "Would you kindly carry me up there?"

"Definitely." Ember said with a smile as she grabbed him and lifted him into the air.

Soon enough the two arrived at the top of the Throne. Spike chuckled darkly as he sat down on the edge.

He was finally... Free.

Spike went from:
"Hello sir, may I please date your daughter."
to:
"You're Daughter calls me daddy now." In a single afternoon.

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