Spike's curse

Rarity walked through the door of her boutique with Spike nervously trailing behind. The two then walked into the kitchen, where Rarity  put the bags of fabrics and gems which she had been carrying with the magic of her horn on the kitchen table.

Spike expected Rarity to ask for help in modeling, Or some other crap that had to do with dresses, But Rarity said asked for something a million times worse then any horrific task Spike could imagine.

"Spike my dear, I spent so much time working on these new dresses I've just couldn't find the time for house work. Do you think you could clean up this kitchen? I mean I could even pay you," Rarity said

Before Spike's small brain could think it through his stupid mouth spewed the words "No problem Rarity, And it will be free of charge of coarse!"

Rarity squealed in delight, and kissed Spike on the cheek.

"I knew I could Count on you" Said rarity, Picking her bag's up and leaving spike to clean the kitchen.

"Stupid stupid stupid," Spike said to him self, hitting his forehead every time he said the word stupid.

If Spike had a bad luck curse lingering on him what a better place show it off then inside of Rarity's kitchen!  Full of crystal glasses, silver silverware, Valuable plates and diamond encrusted platters. On top of that there were ton's of knives and sharp utensil's all around the room. What splendid things to have handy while you're cursed with bad luck!

Spike took a big breath in and let it out.

"Okay Spike you can do this" Spike said to himself. If he was careful and moved slow, even with a curse he could get this done with out consequences. And who knows, maybe he might be able to lift the curse if he cleans Rarity's kitchen uninterrupted!

Spike carefully brought out the cleaning supply's and went to work. He slowly and carefully scrubbed the kitchen clean for about forty-five minutes. Then he began to get exited. Picking up the pace, though still being careful, Spike cleaned, washed, and scrubbed the rest of the kitchen.

When Spike was done he stood back to examine the sparkling dishes, polished counter tops and spotless floor. Spike had outdone himself and no sign of bad luck either! There was no clock in the kitchen so Spike did not know if the curse had been lifted, But it sure felt like over two hours to Spike!

Spike decided to test his luck. He went over to the clean dishes, and picked a crystal shot-glass that had to be worth hundreds of dollars. He took a deep breath in, and executed a little trick that he liked to do during Rainbow Dash's crazy party's.

He threw the shot glass three feet into the air, and caught it with his tail on its way down. Then Spike flicked his tail slightly, flinging the glass right on top of his head. The glass balanced perfectly. Then he perked his head up, sending the glass up two inches and Spike caught it with his foot just as it was about to hit the floor.

Spike picked up the glass and set it back into the clean dishes. There was NO WAY he could do something like that with a bad luck curse! Spike was just about to do his happy dance, when Rarity walked into the room and gasped.

"Oh my Spike, you...you did such a magnificent job! You really out did yourself!" Rarity said in awe  of the work Spike had done.

"Aww, It was nothing" Said Spike beginning to blush.

"Oh but it wasn't nothing," Rarity said as she pulled out her wallet.

"No need to pay me," Said  Spike waving his hand.

"Is there anything else you might need help with?" Asked Spike

"Oh no you've done more then enough my dear," said Rarity

"No really I want to do more" Spike said reassuringly

"Well if you insist, there is one thing" Rarity said, signalling for Spike to follow her upstairs.

Spike was not being extra generous because he was a nice guy , It was partly because he wasn't ready to go home and confront Twilight just yet, Partly because he wanted to  test his luck further, and partly that he was hoping he could help Rarity with something extra special, *wink wink*.

Rarity lead Spike into the bathroom. Spike was starting to get increasingly excited, but he was disappointed to find that Rarity just wanted him to clean the bathroom.

"Now dear are you sure you want to do this?" Asked Rarity

"Of coarse, Always happy to help," Said Spikey Wickey

And with a grateful smile Rarity said

"Oh alright" And left the bathroom.

Spike sighed. He picked up a rag and was about to wipe the piss off the toilet seat, when something caught his attention. Laying right by the shower was a hamper full of clothes, Not just any clothes, Dirty clothes. This assured Spike that his luck had finally changed! He walked right over to the hamper and stuck his hand in. The pile was warm. He dug around some more until he found the jackpot. Dirty underwear. He flipped it around scanning it side to side and he noticed a brown splotch by the crotch area. A twisted smile came to Spike's face, and without hesitation he crammed the panties right on his nose taking a long sniff. Then he licked the crusty stain, savoring the taste. He rubbed the underwear all over his face, and he was loving it.

Just then Sweetie belle barged into the room, carrying a tray of iced tea.

"Rarity wanted me to give you some ice cold," Sweetie belle began, but what she saw made her drop the tray, shattering the glass cups and spilling the contents. Sweetie Belle stood in horror as she saw Spike, who was also frozen and in terror, shoving a pair of bundled up panties in his mouth.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY PANTIES?!" Sweetie Belle yelled her voice cracking.

"I wasn't doing anything, I swear!" Spike said throwing the panties to the floor.

"RARITY" Sweetie Belle yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Nononononono" said Spike beginning to freak out.

A concerned Rarity then barged into the room.

"What ever is going on in here?" Rarity asked looking at the broken glass on the floor.

"Rarity! You have to believe me, Spike was eating my unmentionables!" Exclaimed Sweetie Belle

"No I-I wasn't! I was clea-"  Spike was cut off by an enraged Rarity

"You did WHAT!?" Yelled Rarity picking Spike up three feet off the floor with her magic.

"Its true, I saw it with my own two eyes! Remarked Sweetie Belle.

"Not another word," Said Rarity disgusted.

Then, still levitating Spike with her magic, she walked downstairs, to the front door. At the front door Rarity picked Spike up higher, until he was at least four feet off the ground.

"Now listen you perv! If you ever so much as come 50 feet away from me or my sister again, THEN ILL CUT YOUR EYE'S OUT AND SERVE IT IN A MARTINI GLASS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?" Boomed Rarity in her most angry tone.

Spike shook his head up and down signaling "yes".

"Good" said Rarity disgusted.

Then using her magic, she flung Spike at least fifty feet away. On impact to the ground, Spike bounced twice before skidding five feet to a complete stop. Spike heard a door slam in the distance. The world was spinning and he had tears in his eyes. When he regained controll of his body, he got up and slowly began to walk the direction towards the tree-house, Not bothering to dust himself off.

It was nearing 5:30 in the afternoon and the sun was starting to dip down into the sky, leaving an eerie orange light in its trail.

"I'm scum, I'm trash" Spike said to himself, a tear rolling down his face.

Spike didn't think the curse was responsible for what just happened. The only one to blame for what happened was him self.

And now after all that, everything he had been through, he had to confront Twilight on what had happened.

Before he could bring him self to the tree-house, Spike walked into the grocery store and did a little shopping. When he went to the front to pay, the clerk looked at the baby dragon funny, Mainly because of how beat up he was.

Before Spike left the store he made sure to blow his green fire into the magazine stand sitting in front of the store. The flames engulfed the magazines in a second, but Spike didn't care, he just casually walked out of the store like a boss.

The time had come. Spike stood in front of the tree-house. It was time to face Twilight. Spike lifted the welcome-mat to take the spare key he usually used to get of the tree-house. But to Spike's surprise, There was no key. Spike had enough bullshit for one day. He pounded on the door three times. After waiting about three seconds and getting no response, Spike pounded on the door five times as hard as his little hands could.

"TWILIGHT OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, WE NEED TO TALK!" Yelled Spike as he pounded the door.

This time Spike was acknowledged, not at the door, but at the small circular window to the upper-right of the front door.

Twilight poked he head out of the window. Her mane looked shittier then ever, her eyes were red, and brown crust  clung to her face, And Spike knew exactly what the brown crust was.

"You have a lot of of nerve coming around these parts mister," Said Twilight, disgust in her voice

Spike couldn't tell if Twilight was drunk or not, but he didn't care.

"Twilight open the darn door we need to talk!" Yelled Spike. His emotions were now beginning to get the better of him.

"Oh you wanna talk?! Lets talk about how you took advantage of me last night!" Said Twilight

Spike was taken back by the accusation.

"The fuck are you smoking?! You almost took advantage of ME last night!"

"That's why I woke up in YOUR bed?" Said Twilight not believing a word that came out of Spike's mouth.

"YOUR THE ONE WHO DRAGGED YOUR SAGGY PUSS IN MY BED YOU SCRUB!" Said Spike enraged.

"YEAH, AND I SUPPOSE YOUR GEM ENCRUSTED SHIT JUST APPEARED THERE? YOU HAVE SOME NASTY FETISHES MISTER!" Said Twilight

"YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU AND BURN IN A DUTCH-OVEN, YOU HACK! Yelled Spike while fighting back his own tears.

Twilight laughed.

"I don't ever want to see your ugly ass around here anymore," Said Twilight said with a twisted smile of delight forming on her face.

And with that, Twilight spit a giant lugie out the window. It landed right on Spike's swollen eye.

Spike lifted his left hand, and wiped the saliva and mucus wad away from his face. Enraged and Hurt, Spike picked up the groceries he had just bought, and threw them as hard as he could against the tree-house door, Splattering a new dozen of eggs on impact with the door.

With tears rolling down Spike's battered face, He ran the opposite direction without looking back. Spike wasn't running anywhere inparticular, He just ran as fast as his small legs could take him. Spike didn't stop running no matter how tired he was starting to get. Tears ran down his face as horrible and sinister thoughts creeped into his mind. Images of him burning down Ponyville, Killing Rarity, And committing suicide all ran through his head at once as he ran through the darkening streets of the town.

Spike's mind and legs only stopped when he felt his toes being crammed and he tripped. Spike sat up with the taste of fresh blood in his mouth. A large rock stuck out of the ground and he must have tripped over it. Instead of standing back up, Spike just sat there and began to sob. After about two minutes of sobbing Spike stopped to the sight of a familiar face. The happy-go-luck pink earth-pony that went by the name Pinkie Pie.

Pinkie put a hoof on Spike's shoulder.

"There there Spike, Everything will be alright," Said Pinkie trying to comfort the baby dragon.

Then before Spike could react, Pinkie plucked Spike up and put him on her back. Then she trotted up the steps to "The sugar cube corner" Where spike had crashed in front of.

Pinkie plopped Spike on a chair on one of the tables, and grabbed a seat directly across from Spike. There was just silence for the first forty-five seconds, until Pinkie broke the silence.

"You know, talking about it always makes me feel alot better when im feeling sad," said Pinkie with almost an exited tone in her voice. Spike took a deep breath. He just didn't care about anything anymore not to mention himself. So he took a deep breath and told Pinkie EVERYTHING that had happened in the last twenty three and a half hours, In graphic detail. When Spike finished talking, he was enraged by the fact that Pinkie was smiling at him,  as if she found enjoyment in his misery.

"Why the fu-...Why are you smiling at me?" said Spike trying to keep the little cool he had left inside his tattered body.

"Beacouse I know just what to do to make you feel ALLLLLL better," said Pinkie with extreme emphasis on her "all".

Pinkie stood up and trotted to the kitchen. Moments later, she returned with a red velvet cupcake, (Spike's favorite), and a huge smile spanning across her face. Pinkie handed Spike the cupcake. As Spike held the cupcake in his palm, It had been the first time that anypony had genuinely made him smile in what seemed to be forever.

"Thanks Pinkie" Said Spike gratefully, realizing it would be the first of any food he had had today.

And for that sweet moment, All of Spike's worries evaporated and he forgot all the events of the long day.

"Oh sure thing Spike, I was going to give you the cupcake tomorrow anyways,"  Said an overly enthusiastic Pinkie.

"What do you mean?" Asked Spike

"Oh your number came up silly!" Said Pinkie

Spike sat there puzzled at what Pinkie was telling him. But he just brushed it off as "Pinkie being Pinkie" and took a bite of the cupcake. Spike took a bite of the cupcake. As he swallowed his vision began to blur, and the last Spike saw before blacking out was the enthusiastic smile of Pinkie who was enthusiastic for the "activities" she had planned for later.

                                                                              The end.