Spike's Trick or Treat

Ch 2 The Trick

The rays of Celestia’s golden star shone over the fair country she and her sister ruled. It would hit mostly every window, waking up anypony who lay in Luna’s embrace in the dream world. Some ponies would already be hard at work, either with harvesting the fruits of labor or opening their stands and stores for the day ahead. When the solar rays hit the room where a sleeping dragon lay on his bed, dreaming of girls in their swimsuits running around the beach, the sunlight catching on their coats just so to reflect the light so perfectly as to give their bodies a glowing sheen and ethereal glow that presented to the dragon a vision of sexy and beauty that he was caught in awe from all of them but one in particular caught his eye, the most beautiful white unicorn he ever seen. Her wet purple mane draped over her shoulders her chest bouncing as she ran toward him.

As if Celestia herself was there, the rays egged him to get up before Twilight get angry at him. Spike tossed and turned on his bed, not wanting to leave this dream like paradise. “ I don’t want to go mommy, I'm enjoying the scenery.” Mumbled Spike as he opened his eyes to see the time.

It was 7:35

This also presented one other problem. He had pitch a tent in his boxers. Spike had read somewhere that dragons can be born with two members, but their stamina is lower in dragon standards. Those born/hatch with one could go at it for three days straight without rest. And he knew it would take him at least four hours before he would be able to get it to go down. It was a constant problem ever since he hit puberty. He was just grateful nopony has walked in on him while he was taking the edge off so to speak. “I guess I could rub one off at work if it doesn’t calm down during a cold shower.” As Spike got up, he made his way to the bathroom he and Twilight shared, closed the door and let the cold water hit the tub before he himself enters. The cold water hitting his scales sent shivers down his spine the droplets of ice cold water gave him high hopes that his hard on would soften. It worked, fortunately,as the pointed member retracted itself into his parted scales. And from there he began to wash his body.

After the shower Spike put on his work clothes, a plain white button up shirt hand stitched by Rarity herself, a gift for him getting his job, a loose fitting pair of blue jeans, and custom slacks. He went downstairs into the kitchen, and made himself a light breakfast which consists of a gem sandwich, and milk. Eating it, his thoughts were on his former pet phoenix Pee Wee. He didn’t know why but it was always a tad lonely without the little guy around. Looking at the clock above the door, Spike gasp as it read 7: 50

“Oh no I’m going to be late!”

Faster than Pinkie can make and eat a cupcake he bursts through the front door and took to the sky heading straight for his job.

It was friday, that day where most ponies,namely the one in school or jobs, were glad because there was no work or school tomorrow. Ponies of all ages were either on their way to school or work when a purple and green blur passed over their heads followed by a strong gust of wind that sent one or two ponies falling on their flanks. An orange coated mare wearing a yellow short skirt saw the purple and green blur rushing to it destination. What followed was a strong gust of wind that lifted the back side of her skirt, showing the white thong and carrot cutie mark underneath. Stallions stopped and stared while mothers cover their son eyes to protect their innocence. The mare blushed and rushed to the other side of town wanting to hide from embarrassment.

Spike had arrived at the Spa Palace owned by the twins Aloe and Lotus with enough time to spare. Spike was highly recommended by Princess Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, and a surprisingly Fluttershy after Spike worked his magical claws on them. Like a cat the Spa twins were curious about his massages and gave Spike a test. Needless to say that after he was done with them they were putty from the relaxing and... pleasing message he gave. On Spike’s first day he made Rainbow Dash, who was roped in by AJ saying one massage from him and she’ll never want no one else to massage her but him, orgasm ten times. Unfortunately everypony in the building heard Rainbow screaming. They thought that Spike and Rainbow were having sex, but there were proven wrong when she uttered the words, “Magic claws.” From there Aloe and Lotus promoted Spike to handle their special customers.

“I’m here!” Spike shouted while the blue coated pink maned and tailed mare turned to look at the drake. She was wearing a white slightly zip up jumpsuit that showed off her cleavage with matching sweat pants. Upon laying eyes on the drake she sat sipping a cup of coffee.

“Ah Hello Zpike.” Lotus spoke in her medturanme accent. “I zee you're on time zs usual”

“Yea.” Spike chuckle rubbing his claw behind his head. Lotus blushed seeing those magical claws.

“You know Zpike, You don’t have any appointments until 11:45. Why not practise your fingers... on me?” The mare blushed at her request, knowing very well what those claws could do.

“Okay, sure. Do you want me to do just the shoulder?” Spike asked innocently getting behind the mare laying his claws along her neck.

“Ju... just the zhoulders and upper back should be fine, Zpike.” Spike nodded his head unseen by Lotus. He started off gently, working his claws like a natural born pianist, tapping at pressure points and tense muscles like notes to some grand cadenza, sending small shivers down Lotus’s body. His claws began at her neck dragging his scales deep into her slender neck, extorting tiny moans as he did. Applying pressure on areas that made her jump Lotus began to feel a very common heat begin to grow between her legs as Spike gave her a mixture of pain and pleasure as he gently kneaded into her achy neck. He trailed his claws down her neck flicking at her pelt as he moved to her shoulders. He gently gripped her shoulders. Giving them soft squeezes while his thumbs circled two particular spots on each side of her shoulder blades, these spots being the most taut and tense on the mare. Spike poked into them the tip of his claws digging deep into the tissue as he began to focus on one shoulder at a time. Changing position Spike pulled her hand behind her, as to expose the blade for more access, and began gently rubbing the inner part of the shoulder. Spike knew that his massages felt good, they had too for all the mares that came to him, he just didn’t know how good. If Spike had been in front of the mare he would have seen her blushing furiously, in fact if he had been staring at her face in that exact moment he would have seen a face that would make his morning wood seem like nothing. His slow and delicate massage was sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.

To Spike this was nothing more than if he would do it for Twilight, or Rarity. For Lotus and most mares in general it was so much more and he hadn’t really started. Lotus knew what came next, if the burning sensation between her legs were any indication, she didn’t want to let loose in public, not in the boring light of Celestia’s sun, nor for the prying eyes of some passing pony to see, and most certainly not for Spike to see. The drake then starts to put a little more force into his caress, moving his claw lower along her back the tips of his claws trailing along her spine. She was close.

“Ztop Spike.” Lotus was a tad bit disappointed that his claws had moved away from her body but sacrifice was necessary if she wanted this done right. ”Let’s take this into your area?” Lotus got up and walked toward the hallway with her hips swaying from side to side. Spike eye’s follow the sway of those hips all the way down the hallway. It was long with doors lined up side to side, each labeled what room it was, mud bath, sauna, salt bath, the list went on at the end of the marble hallway laid an unassuming door. The odd one out by all accounts every door had a grandiose label, some glamourous design, or elegant inlay, but this door was plain red as per the employee's wishes the only thing really separating this door from any other was the tag on the side of the wall “Masseur Spike” in tiny green letters. Lotus began to unzip her jumpsuit, her chest becoming more and more exposed to the young drake. After a certain point the orbs of flesh burst from behind the suit a nice bounce accompanying their breath of fresh air. Lotus had seen Spike admiring her flank and was absolutely thrilled at his open adoration of her chest. Thinking she should give him a little show Lotus made a spectacle of showing off her melon like chest to Spike who just stared. The poor bastard.

‘No no no no no no no no no no no!! I-I must save myself for her. Even if Lotus wants me to go all the way with her. I must stay pure, I must!’ Spike thoughts scream while Lotus moved her hands and unhook the bar that held her breast together. Spike blushed seeing the blue melons bounce around. Lotus giggle upon the sight of Spike face and lay down face first on the massage table.

“You may begin ya?” Louts said purring seductively. Spike gulped and grabbing the oil from the counter, opening the top, Spike pour the sweet honey scented slimy liquid into his hand, and begin to rub it on her back. The spa mare shivered in both the coldness of the liquid and the gentle touch of the drake. Slowly his claws moved up, as it lightly pushed down on her pressure points causing her to sigh in pleasure. ”L-Lower Spike.” She moaned while his claws did what she told him. Moving around her sides, Lotus gasp as the sensation increase. Luckily the the scented oil overpowered her arousal otherwise Spike would of had smelled it. Spike claws slowly move up her sides, sending waves of pleasure through her her body. Lotus began panting like a dog in heat from having such wonderful hands working her sides.” S-Spike m- my hooves, C-Could you be a dear and rub them?”

Spike nodded while he moved his claws from her sides toward her right hoof. Garnering a firm grip, Spike move his claw inside the muscle of her hoof, where he press down. Lotus bip her lower lip, as the pleasure of the hoof massage jolted straight to her back. She wanted him to rub something more, her wet mounds, or breast, her mind mystified of how those claws felt over her body. ‘I vonder what it feels like inside of me?’ Her line of thought wouldn’t last long when the door open. Lotus’s sister Aloe who was wearing the same type of clothing her sister previously was wearing when she walk in to check on her favorite employee only to find him giving Lotus the special treatment.

“Zister!” Aloe spoke clearly angry at her twin.” What have I told you about using Spike to pleasure yourself?”

“Only do so after closing time?” Lotus said half jokingly.

Aloe shook her head at her sister’s answer. “You're impossible.” She glared at her and said. “Zister I believe you should take charge at the front desk.” As Aloe nodded she gathers and puts on her clothes and makes a run for the front desk. The other Spa mare turned her angry gaze at Spike. “And I believe your client will arrive in about ten minutes so I suggest you get ready.” Spike did as he was told. Slightly confused by what just happened.
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It was four in the afternoon as the last customer a light green unicorn with a two tone white and light green mane and tail. The unicorn wearing a white mini skirt walk out. Her face was glowing, and she was really relaxed. “Thanks for the treatment Spike. Same time next week?” The mare winked at him, then walk out.

“Same time next week Lyra.” Spike said rubbing his hands on a towel cleaning off the oil. Over the course of the day, Spike had massage five mares, nearly all of them reach their breaking point, one in particular was a wife with two kids. She had promised him a free gem cake if Spike could get rid of her stress, which he surely deliver. Now with his last regular gone Spike could call it a day. After cleaning his hands he made his way out of the spa as he said his goodbyes to the spa twins. Once outside he took in a deep breath as the cool autumn air filled his lungs. He decided to make his way to Sugarcube Corner for a late lunch.

While Spike was walking toward the shop a yellow mare with scarlet mane and a pink bow came running toward him. “Spike Spike Spike!” Applebloom called out before coming to a complete stop. Applebloom was wearing slightly open long green, yellow and red pattern sleeve denim shirt with blue jeans . What drew his eyes was her breast size.

“Y-Yea?”

Applebloom giggled knowing Spike was staring. It also made her happy. “Up here dragon boy.” Applebloom snaps her fingers together making Spike look into her amber eyes. “Me and the other gals were about to hold a slumber party, and the barn and clubhouse are being renovated, Fluttershy is with Discord, and... Sweetie’s parents and her don’t like others in their house when they're not there. So ah was wondering if we can hold one at the treehouse?”

“What about Scoots?” Spike raised an eyebrow. “And if you're renovating then why aren’t you back at the farm?” Spike’s questions made Applebloom sweat. She had already caught in her lie.

“Ah right ah right I lie. But the girls want to have our slumber party at the tree house... since Twilight isn’t around.”

“You’re lucky I don’t have work tomorrow” Spike said folding his arms.” What time?”

“Sunset.”

“So 7:43?”

“Eeyep!”

“Well will you bring your own food then? I don’t have to cook?”

“Me and Babs are bringing cider.”

“Great.” Spike said flatly.

“Hard cider.”Applebloom wink.

“Ok let me get something to eat and I’ll set things up.”

“Kay. We’ll cya there!” Spike walked away while Applebloom waves. Once Spike was out of earshot the other three leap out, all of them smiling. ”You're right cuz it did work.”

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Spike after getting his free gem cake, and a very ‘I’m going to kill you’ glare from Mr. Cake, Spike was busy setting up for his sleepover with the CMC. He knew there wouldn’t be hard cider since one: The girls were still in their senior year of high school. Two: Spike being a dragon had an extreme tolerance over alcohol. But still, it was a party meaning anything could happen. Spikes thoughts were lost to when he and the four mares he knew since their fillyhood were at their secret spot during the recent summer. Applebloom in her yellowish bikini, her breasts bouncing around when ever she moved. Then there was Babs Seed, whose brown bikini somehow rode up her crotch. Scootaloo’s tone wet thighs, and Sweetie Bell’s erected nipples poking through her one piece swimsuit. His thoughts was interrupted when the door open. Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and Babs Seed had all entered the library. All of them were wearing pajamas, and each carrying their own sleeping bag.

“Wow.” The four said in unison as there glaze at the spread of food, drinks, and board games.

“You really went all out didn’t you Spike?” Scootaloo ask taking a triple chocolate chip cookie and ate it. To say her taste buds were having a orgy would be an understatement. ”By Celestia, Spike this is delicious!” Scootaloo sign in happiness while the other took a bit.

“When did you learn how to bake?” Ask Sweetie Bell.

“I live in a library remember; also the I learn it from chefs when I lived in the castle.”

“Oh.” They said in unison. The four ponies and dragon all sat around the couch. Well Spike and Sweetie sat on the couch while Babs, Scootaloo, and Applebloom sat on the floor. Spike had told them stories. Scary ghost stories in the spirit of the up and coming holiday Nightmare Night.

“When Rainbow Dash woke up she tried moving her arms, legs and wings, but it seemed pointless. The worrying mare turned her head, it was dark, and the room she was in reeked of death. When the lights came on, Pinkie Pie was standing in front of her, with a white blanket over a tray cart. She had on a dress that was made out of pegasus wings, cutie marks from ponies that went missing.” As Spike told them the story Scootaloo held onto the nearest ponies arm in fright and terror, which happen to be Applebloom. “She also had on a necklace made out of unicorn horns.

‘Hah Pinkie this is funny, the best prank you pulled yet.’Rainbow chuckled.

‘Oh Dashie I wasn’t joking.’ Rainbow turned and what she saw was something she wish she hadn’t.

Spike took this moment to pause his story, raising the tension to new levels as second after agonizing second pass for the crusaders. Spike’s face betraying just how horrible disgusting and traumatizing his next words would be. He mockingly contemplated if he should continue when.

“W-W-W-W-W-What?” Ask the four in unison. Their anticipation reaching its limit as they leaned in to hear the dragon’s words, even Sweetie and Scoots were listening in rapt attention. Spike mercifully continued his story.

On the back wall someone had wrote “life is a party” in blood. To the side on a table with a spread of rotten cupcakes was the carved heads of Diamond Tiara, SIlver Spoon, and Peppermint Twist. Maggots crawling from their eye socket, noses and mouths. ‘About time you woke up. Wouldn’t want you to miss all the fun.’ Pinkie said with a sickening grin. Pinkie removed the blanket. Under it was all sorts of sharp objects: scalpels, knives, saws, a party blower, some birthday candles, and a ice pick. But what was at the bottom was her trusty pink handle chainsaw with stickles made for parties she called chainy.

‘Come on Pinkie this isn’t funny anymore.’ Rainbow pled but it fell on deaf ears. Pinkie picked up the chainsaw and begin to rev it. With one mighty pull the razor edge chains spin. She lifts it over her head and brought it down cutting off her left wing.”

“STOP!” Scootaloo shouted not wanting to hear the rest of the story.”Stop please I don’t want to hear the rest of it.”

Spike look at the girls who was all shaken by the story. Sweetie who was cringing and clinging to Spike like her life was on the line. ”Alright Alright...how about a card game?

“Sure” Sweetie chipped.

“Anything to get my mind off that story.” Scootaloo quiver.

“Nothing wrong with that.” Applebloom spoke.

“Alright Poker it is!” Babs raise her arm and left to get the deck.

“Is the name of the game is blackjack, Gold Fish, Old Mary?” Asked Spike getting the table and chairs from the kitchen.

“Nothin so complicated.” Babs waved her hand. “That takes practice. This is good old Twenty one.” She said shuffling the deck with practised ease. “Something everyone can play and it all comes down to ‘luck’.” Babs winked at the other three as Spike sat at the far end of the table.

Babs began passing out the cards, two each as the draw. That’s when Sweetie spoke.

“Can we make this interesting?” She asked picking her finger at the card with slight reluctance.

“Umm... Like how?” Spike asked taking a look at his cards an ace and five. He was golden so a little betting wasn’t so bad to him.

“OH OH OH!!” Babs shouted catching everyone’s attention. “Let’s play strip poker!!” Her words caused Spike and every other mare to blush.

“That’s crazy!!” Spike shouted. Turning his head away as visions of the naked beauties before him popped into his head.

“What wrong Spike?” Scootaloo asked smirking at the blushing dragon. ”Embarrassed that you will not only lose to a bunch of girls but have to walk around showing your underwear and...” The mare paused for a moment checking out Spike’s body, despite the fact he was wearing a white tank top his well toned abs still showed, even with his green and purple pajama bottoms they did next to nothing in stopping her imagination from seeing what hid beneath. Scootaloo licked her lips from the thought of Spike walking around naked. “Stuff.”

“No.” Spike puffed up his chest showing his ‘manly’ prideful side all creature had. “I bet that I won’t even take off this shirt.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Scootaloo clapped her hands, enjoying the prideful side of the dragon she loves. “So strip blackjack it is!” She said in a nonchalant tone.

“What just happened?” The confused dragon asked as Babs placed a card on his side.

“That’s a hit.” She said. “Want another.”

Spike inspected his card. An ace a five and a two...twenty one.

“I’m good.” His dumbfounded expression spoke volumes to the girls but he was too enraptured by his good luck to notice.

Spike won that hand with a twenty one from him, an eighteen from Scoots, an eleven for babs, a twenty six from Sweetie and a twenty from Applebloom.

This phenomena continued with Spike getting the winning hands for 11 turns. the girls removing their pajama bottoms first, shirt second and their undershirts last before him lay a half nude Applebloom, Scootaloo, and Babs seed with Sweetie being the last one to have anything left that Spike felt, barely, comfortable taking off. It was a plain white blouse that really did nothing to hide her purple bra underneath and even less for the undergarments that lay lower. Spike himself had lost some hands so he was down to just his pajama bottoms and underwear which if push came to shove he would have no problem losing.

Sweetie was fidgeting in her chair as she eyed Spike from tail to tip and began to speak.

“Spike...” She started her voice barely above a whisper as she looked at her cards. “Can we change the deal?” The girls looked at her as if she was crazy.

“We came this far Sweetie why change the deal now?” Babs asked as she slipped the next card between her fingers.

“Yeah...” Scootaloo looked at the unicorn with mild concern in her eyes. “You aren’t chickening out are you?”

“NO NO!” Sweetie said. “I just won’t feel comfortable looking at Spike’s underwear.

“He he he.” Spike chuckled. “You know that implies that you’re gonna win this next hand Sweetie and I doubt that will happen.” His cocky attitude was the queue for all those present to begin their plan.

“Well you don’t know you’re gonna win Spike.” Babs said, faking to bring the dragon off his high pedestal.

“Yeah Sweetie’s still got a hand left.” Scootaloo interjected.

“Fine, fine. What’s this change in deal Sweets?” Spike asked his smile never leaving his face as he tried to calm the other girls down.

“You go on a date with all of us. If you win I take of my blouse as agreed.” The smile on Spike’s face was instantly wiped clean as he saw Sweetie’s face was a look of pure expectancy. Her eyes wide and the tiniest of smiles threatening to break across her face. It was a look that put Spike on edge.

“Okay...” He reluctantly said. He had been cocky the whole time he couldn't let his confidence go now.

With a steady hand he laid out his cards in front of Sweetie and the girls. A jack, a five, and a four, 19 as close as he could get without sweating. But sweetie’s smile spoke all he needed to know. He had lost and with each card his pocket felt lighter and lighter.

A seven, a nine and a five. twenty one. Sweetie had beaten him and he was not a happy dragon! “Oh come on!” Spike cried losing his hand to a nearly naked Sweetie Belle of all ponies.

“A bets a bet Spike, you have to take us all out on a date on Nightmare Night.” Sweetie Bell giggle while the other giggle.

“Yea yea yea.” Spike grumble. ”And your helping me clean up in the morning.” The four nodded and look at the clock. It was 11:45 pm. “I think we should call it a night.” Spike yawn and just as he was about to stand up the four mares pounced, sending him flat on his back.

“The night is still young.” Applebloom spoke.” So and well we aren’t tried.”

“Yeah.” the other three said. Spike sighed knowing it was pointless. So he went along.

“So now what?” Asked the drake who handed Babs the cards. Something told him that those four had planned to do something they all might regret.

“Do ya need to ask? Truth or dare anyone?”

“Oh oh oh oh oh Me me me!” Scootaloo wings shot up, already having a lot of dirty dares for Spike. This didn’t go unnoticed. Spike shudder from the thought of what dare she planned. Maybe she’d dare him to wear a dress throughout the game, or having him take off his clothes, or worse, have hot passant sex with her while the other watch. Spike got up from his chair, and took the table back into the kitchen. Sweeties horn came life, as a empty bottle of Apple cider was encased in her jade color aura. The bottle float over the the four and sat it down.

Spike returned with a bowl of popcorn and sat in the circle, still nervous about the game. And with the ‘lack of clothes’ “Ah right since Spike’s hosting ah think he should go first.” Appleboom said while Spike reached and spun the bottle. The bottle land on the yellow mare.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare”

“I dare you to make out with Sweetie.” Both mares blushed at the dare while Scootaloo, Babs and Spike cheered. All four of the Cutie Mark Cusaders had ‘experimented’ with each other during their sleepover for one reason: Spike was going to be busy pleasuring one of them. Applebloom nodded and crawled over to the white mare with a seductive look in her eyes. The room seem to fade while the yellow mare moved closer the her target, without waiting Applebloom lips met Sweetie’s to Applebloom surprise, Sweetie tongue slid from her mouth, which Applebloom accepted. Spike, Scootaloo and Babs watched while the two made out. Once it was over, the singer and country mare parted lips, leaving a trail of saliva linking them from their lips. They turned to look at the others, but more importantly Spike.

The game continued to get hotter from there. It started with Applebloom daring Babs to lick some chocolate off of Spikes underbelly, then Babs daring Scootaloo to give Applebloom a lapdance. Eventually Spike and the Cutie Mark Crusaders were daring each other to take off the remainder of their clothes, and to their disappointment Spike wasn't hard. The four mares shrugged it off, and went to call it a night since it was 2:35 am. Spike went up stairs and laid on Twilight’s bed, ten minutes was all it took for the drake to fall asleep. Within moments four mares walked upstairs to slide in bed with cuddle against his arms and legs, glad that Twilight had a bed that can fit four ponies. With two mares on each side of his limbs, their breast pressed against his arms and legs. Spike sighed as he now he had a date with four mares... Four very cute mares, one of which was the sister of the mare he still loved. With Nightmare Night a week away, It may give him time to think about what to wear, but his mind soon traveled to what the four nude mares cuddling him would wear. He thought of them wearing some revealing outfits before falling to sleep embrace.