Auto-imported from derpibooru.org (501787)

Spike was slowly coming back into consciousness. His vision was still burred and he could barely make out any noises. He felt a warm hand push against his shoulder. He was dizzy, but looked up to see a red blur in front of him.
"hey..hey.are you okay?" Spike was starting to make out that this red figure was talking to him. He struggled to focus his vision and he could make out who was talking to him. He was another dragon Spikes age, reminded him a lot like Sharp, except he was red. Spike could make out certain details of this dragon, a squared snout, brown eyes, wings, and what looked like orange hair as well. He had a look of concern as he was trying to wake Spike up.
"Oh good, your still alive," he had a sense of relief fall on his face, "those diamond dogs really did a number on you, huh?"

"Ugh," Spike moaned, "Wha? Who are you? Where am I? He asked to this dragon accompanying him. He tried to rub his eyes only to find out that his wrists were locked together in a set of cuffs. "What are these?" he asked in surprise, still trying to get his bearings.
"Well, youre in a diamond dog mining site, locked up in one of their prison cells," the red dragon answered him, "and what those are enchanted shackles, impossible to break, resistant to heat, held together by magic that can be turned on and off, so you can work when they want you too, and lock you up just as easily, if that answers your questions?"
"Huh? Shackles? Prison? Work? Who are you again?" Spike was trying his hardest to wrap his head around what this dragon was telling him. It was all so sudden. He looked around his surroundings. He was in a small room, with a large bronze jail door at the entrance. He sat up against the wall opposite the red dragon, who had his legs bound together.
"My names Mangle," the red dragon replied, "Glad to finally have a roomie, gets kind of lonely here sometimes, whats your name?"
"Uhh, Spike," he answered, "And I dont think I quite heard you right, were in a prison?"
"Might as well be one," Mangle replied, "The diamond dogs have me and my group, along with a bunch of other dragons mining gems for them."
"Thats ridiculous," Spike scoffed, "How can a bunch of dragons be forced into mining for a bunch of diamond dogs, couldnt you overpower them?"
"Well" Mangle began to tentatively reply, "Normally, we would have, but we were caught by surprise by some weird green diamond dogs. Next thing I remember was waking up in a cave with these things on my legs, and my friends all in similar bindings like collars and cuffs. Isnt that what happened to you?
"Well sort of, its a long story, but me and my friends were trying to find a way out of these caves," Spike recanted, "Then we came across the mine, and some diamond dogs found us, and hit me over the head with a club." He rubbed his temple with his bound hands, slightly wincing from the residual pain. He was durable, but it still hurt taking a shot like that.

Next: >>501790

Previous: >>501784

First: >>428837

Upvotes at import: 16 | Stars at import: 7
Posted previously at: 2013-12-20T10:04:42 | Posted previously by: CEO_Gladstone