Spike's Wonderful Day Out
Finally having finished her latest assignment from Princess Celestia, Twilight Sparkle sighed and smiled, fulfilled and content that she had yet again proved her worth to her mentor.
''Okay, Spike. That's the last one finished''.
''Whew'', her scaly assistant sighed, ''Finally I can put this quill and checklist down''.
''Brilliant help as always, Spike. That's why you're my number one assistant''.
''Of course!'' proclaimed Spike, proudly. ''But you know, I still don't know why you can't just tick these things off yourself?''
''I'm the Princess's trusted student, Spike! Not one second can be wasted!'' Twilight responded, indignantly.
''Uh...right'', said Spike, thinking it best just to drop the matter.
Spike had to admit, while he found Twilight a little obsessive at times, he really appreciated the feeling of purpose and satisfaction that being her assistant granted. After helping her tidy up, Spike began his morning chores.
''Don't forget the shelves, Spike! I want them dusted and organized properly!'' Twilight ordered Spike, currently in the middle of his sweeping the hall.
''But didn't we already do that 5 times, yesterday?''
''I want this library in pristine condition, Spike! I have too much responsibility, for us to neglect our duties.''
After two solid hours of work, Spike looked over his work, at last feeling that satisfaction and relief he had come to love so much. After breakfast, Twilight called Spike into the front room of the library.
''Hey Spike, why don't you take the rest of the day off? You've worked hard and I should be okay by myself for another few hours'', offered Twilgiht.
''You mean it?! Aw, thanks Twilight, you're the best!'' exclaimed Spike.
''No worries; as my number one assistant, you've earned it.''
''Hey, I think I'll go see what Rarity is up to! I bet she could use some help with her designs!''
''Okay, Spike. Take care, now! Be back by dark, okay?'' smiled Twilight.
Already having exited the library, Spike looked back in comprehension and began his adventure into Ponyville.
Walking along the road and greeting everyone he passed, Spike began making his way to Carousel Boutique. He began thinking of all the time he'd spend with her, digging for jewels perhaps, or helping her with her designs. Anything to be around that lovely, delicate-
''SWEETIE BELLE!'' a loud voice echoed.
Being shaken from his daydreaming, Spike looked up to see the subject of his fantasy standing yards away from him, chasing three small fillies out of her house.
''I told you never to go into my bedroom closet! My private quarters are to be respected, not for you to snoop around and play your little games! Shoo! Get out and find something else to do while I clean up this mess you've made!''
''But sis, we were only looking for costumes for...''
''I'm sure you meant innocently enough, but I cannot have you interfering with my work. Now continue your antics elsewhere, thanks to you, I'm behind on my order. I simply CANNOT fail my client; I've a reputation of only the best service, oh the shame if I were to...''
Spike decided perhaps now wasn't the best time for fun with Rarity. Instead, his curiosity was now taken by the three fillies now heading off elsewhere into town.
''Whoa, Sweetie Belle. That was some weird stuff that your sister has in her closet!'', proclaimed Scootaloo, an orange-coloured pegasus and one of Sweetie Belle's friends.
''Ah'll say'', began Apple Bloom, the small manilla filly and younger sister to one of twilight's other friends, ''Ah nevah knew you could do that with-''
''Hey, there. What was with all that noise I heard just then?''
Only just becoming aware of the dragon's presence, all three fillies now turned to face him. ''Oh, hey Spike'', greeted Sweetie Belle. ''Rarity got all mad at us for sneaking around her bedroom. We found some weird magazines in there. We thought they might have been about fashion and designs and stuff, so we took some to see if we could get our cutie marks in designing''.
''So what WERE they about?''
''Ah dunno. Sumthin' awful strange; ah couldn't understand any of it'', pondered Apple Bloom.
''Well, do you have any? Maybe I could take a look'', offered Spike.
''No, sorry'', answered Scootaloo. ''Sweetie Belle, your sister's such a buzzkill!''.
''Hey, she's not that bad! Just a bit obsessive sometimes'', retorted Sweetie Belle, defensively. Suddenly, a smile crept across her face. ''Maybe I could SHOW you! I think I remember some of those pictures...''
''Oh. Okay, then'', said Spike, casually.
Reaching down Spike's hip, the little white filly grabbed hold of something long from between Spike's legs. Massaging it in her hoof, Spike felt a sudden strange feeling overcome him. Suddenly excited for some reason, his leg began jerking as he felt whatever it was Sweetie Belle now had hold of grow bigger and firmer.
''What are you doing to me?!'' exclaimed Spike. ''What's going on?''
Sweetie Belle looked confused. ''Wow, I never expected THAT to happen''.
''What...IS...that...-unghh-...thing?'' panted Spike, an intense feeling now overcoming him.
''Seriously?'' Apple Bloom tilted her head. ''You nevah' noticed having that down there, your whole life?''
Unable to retort, Spike was now disoriented, suddenly feeling something wet, as Sweetie Belle had now inserted Spike's strange new anatomy into her mouth.
''This is boring! Apple Bloom, what about that other magazine we found? You remember that?'' inquired Scootaloo.
''Sure, ah guess we could try that'', answered the little manilla pony.
Lay down on the floor, Apple Bloom was now allowing Scootaloo to shove her head between her legs, evidently licking at something.
Barely aware of this new turn of events, Spike could no longer control himself as the white filly in front of him continued her action, picking up speed while doing so. Suddenly feeling release, Spike looked down to find the pony had withdrawn, now spluttering and gasping for breath.
''UH! Blech! I think I put it too far in'', spluttered Sweetie Belle, gagging.
Now inexplicably feeling frustrated, hot and bothered (lol), a sudden sense of rage and some other feelings he couldn't understand overcame Spike, as thoughts of all the times Rarity had rejected his stupid, childish requests to evening dinners and all the times Twilight got mad at him for messing up one small detail.
Unable to explain his new found demeanor, Spike completely lost control, seizing Sweetie Belle by the throat, blackening her eye with his fist for good measure.
''AHH!'' screamed Sweetie Belle. ''WHAT...are you...going to DO?!''
''Shut the fuck up, bitch! You'll take my dirty, smeggy boner up your ass and you'll like it! Fucking cunt!'' yelled Spike, remembering the time Twilight's parents had stayed at the library for a weekend, the night he couldn't get to sleep because of the noise coming from Twilght's bedroom, where all three of them were sleeping (incest ftw).
''Huh?''
Suddenly forcing Sweetie Belle forwards, Spike noticed a thin opening in her rear. In his desperation, he plunged his new body part into it, ramming it hard as he could.
A shriek of agony now erupted from Sweetie Belle, Spike now destroying her from behind, harder and harder he went.
Interrupted from their activities, the remaining two Cutie Mark Crusaders, Apple Bloom having been gasping in pain as Scootaloo had shoved both hoofs up her behind, blood and faeces now running down her forelegs. Disoriented, they both got up to help their friend.
Hitting them both across the face, Spike sent them to the ground, bloody noses and fat lips for both of them. Suddenly feeling a strange new sensation, Spike forced Sweetie Belle off him, throwing her to the ground and moaning loudly as he looked to the sky, suddenly feeling the best thing he ever had in his life and calming down in an instant.
Finally aware of himself, he looked down to find all three of the ponies looking at him, terrified, a thick white substance now barely visible across Sweetie Belle's similarly-coloured face.
Remembering what he had done, Spike now approached, mortified, to try to check if they were alright.
''STAY AWAY!'' shrieked Sweetie Belle. ''NOT AGAIN!''
''I lost control-I don't know what happened-please just..'' began Spike, but all three were now backing off, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom with some difficulty, neither able to stand up.
Deciding it best to leave before he got in trouble, Spike's knee-jerk reaction was now to run. Taking flight, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
After what seemed like forever, Spike finally could run no longer. Trying to orient himself as to where he was, he looked up to find a farmland settlement, barns, houses and fields as far as the eye could see. Realizing that Apple Bloom might well have told her family what had happened, Spike's initial thought was to flee. However, remembering that he was a brave dragon and had to abide by his dragon code, he approached the farmhouse, determined to be a noble dragon and account for his mistakes.
''AppleJack?'' he called.
No reply came.
''APPLEJACK!'' ''BIG MAC?'' ''GRANNY SMITH?'' he called again, again receiving only the sound of a summer breeze as an answer.
Unstable and desperate, Spike could no longer compose himself.
''ApplejackI'msorrythishappenedandIdunnowhat-''
''This ought'a teach you, ya little fucking whore!'' he suddenly heard, noting a deep, gruff voice, but slurred and barely intelligible.
''Big Macintosh''? Spike reacted to the voice.
''Thought ya could pull that shit with me again, huh? Imma fucking tear out ya eyes and shove thaim down your throat for that!''
''BIG MAC! I ment nuttin' by it! Please put down tha' bottle!'' he became aware of a more familiar, female voice, desperate and pleading.
Approaching the barn where the noise was coming from slowly, Spike intended to investigate the strange occurrence.
''Ah TOLD'JA not ta try that aft'a what happened last AppleBuck, now ya think ol' Big Mac's word's mean nuthin', huh? THAT to ya, fucking cunt!''
Spike ran and took cover behind the barn wall when he heard a screech from AppleJack.
''Ah'm ya Sister! Put down the drugs! Put down tha' whiskey! This ain't you!''
''Ah'm gunna fuckin' enjoy this, ah am!''
Looking into the barn from a crack in the wall almost as small as your mother's asscrack, Spike beheld a terrible, frightening scene; Big Mac had, it seems, rather quickly finished off AppleJack in the ten seconds it took him to run to the barn. A bloodied knife in his hoof, a grim smile on his face, the large red stallion was now stumbling and disoriented-looking, a pipe on the table next to him, an almost-finished bottle in the other hoof. Setting his tool and his drink aside, he now began forcefully repeating the same action Spike had with Sweetie Belle before, ramming his sister's corpse with his hips. Applejack now had a single, deep stab wound in the underside of her neck.
''Ah! Eeeyup! EEYUP! Ol' Big Mac loves him some o' this!'' proclaimed Big Macdonald-I mean Big Titties- I mean Big Macintosh.
Unable to comprehend or withstand what he was now subjected to, the baby dragon let out a desperate cry, fleeing away from the barn, a new sense of panic and terror overcoming his every fibre of being.
Passing Fluttershy's cottage, he made his way back into town. A startled yellow pegasus looked on, surprised and confused.
''Spike? What was that all about?'' Fluttershy pondered for a moment. Becoming aware of a small bunny rabbit thumping at her leg, an annoyed expression on his face, she woke from her momentary confusion and lay back down on the ground.
''Sorry, angel bunny.'' The white rabbit resumed shoving his raw, uneaten carrot up her flank, as had been daily routine for the two of them since Fluttershy developed the weird, creepy bestiality fetish a month or so ago.
Finally out of breath, Spike made sure nobody was around. Sighing with temporary relief, he was now left to feel utterly traumatized at what he had just witnessed, becoming more frightened and anxious by the second.
Suddenly realizing he was at SugarCube Corner, Spike looked up to see a familiar pink party pony at the door, a wide grin on her face. ''Hey Spike! Wanna Cupcake?'' offered Pinkie Pie.
''Pinkie! Ahh! You gotta help me!'' exclaimed Spike, desperate.
''Of course! What else are friends for, huh? Friends help each other out with EVERYTHING!!'', she replied, putting a particular amount of emphasis on ''everything'', for some reason.
Still shaky and unsure, Spike cautiously approached the cafe. Becoming aware of a large burlap sack next to the pink pony, he briefly forgot his plight, immature curiosity suddenly taking over.
''Hey, what's in the bag''? he asked.
''What, this thing? Just a new recipe that didn't work out! Too bad I won't get to share any new sweet treats with my friends this time. Don't worry, though! I think a new one might be coming VERY soon!'' Pinkie Pie blurted out, sounding ridiculously bubbly and mentally volatile, as usual. (It was always kinda creepy, which was why Spike never really hung out with her as much as he did the others).
''Oh...I...see'', said Spike, somewhat confused.
Suddenly, the bag fell over, a severed pony head rolling out, barely recognizable as another of Twilght's friends, Rainbow Dash.
Looking at Pinkie Pie, Spike grew terrified as she approached slowly, the same creepy grin on her face, murder in her eyes.
Finding his energy again, Spike ran, ran and ran. Contemplating suicide and wondering how the fuck this developed into such a horrible, dark series of events, he ran back to the library, hoping Twilight would offer him much-needed reassurance.
Finally arriving at his destination, the traumatized young drake burst through the door, not wiping his feet like a hormonal, unappreciative little douchebag teenager.
Panting, falling apart mentally and unable to control himself, he called out for his mentor, desperate for conciliation.
''SPIKE!'' he became aware of a furious, murderous-looking unicorn glaring at him, a knife levitated in front of her.
''Twilight, what-''
''SHUT YOUR DIRTY LITTLE FUCKING MOUTH!'' screamed Twilight. ''I said be back by dark. Which was TWO fucking hours ago! You DARE undermine and disrespect your mentor like that? You think this is all a joke?! I'M THE PRINCESS'S PRODIGY AND YOU THINK YOU CAN DISRESPECT ME LIKE THAT AFTER I TRUSTED YOU?!''
Swinging the knife down, Twilight stabbed Spike 10 times in the torso. Bleeding to death, unable to speak and fading away, the last thing Spike became aware of was Twilight walking to the table and writing something on a piece of paper.
''Help...wanted'', she muttered to herself nonchalantly.
And nothing of value was lost.
Fin.
If you read this all the way to the end, congrats on being a sick fuck and you should be deeply ashamed of yourself.