Discord's funhouse

**Discord’s Fun House

Chapter 1: Getting In

By Draconicon**

Well, at least he’s cornered. No more tricks now.

Spike sighed in relief as the power of the Elements of Harmony flew through the sky, coming to a crest over the town of Ponyville the same way they had the last time that Discord had escaped. It rolled up there, the rainbow of power slowly coming down again. It was a crashing cascade of magic, and the little dragon knew that it would be just enough to take the old dragon down.

So…

So why wasn’t Discord afraid?

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he watched his friends direct the power of the Elements at the...thing...that stood across from them. Discord didn’t move, didn’t try and flee. He didn’t scream, nor even look afraid. If anything, the clever old creature only smiled.

Why isn’t he running away? Doesn’t he know -

“Oh, Twilight, didn’t you learn anything last time?”

His mocking voice filled the air, loud enough to be heard over the power falling towards him. The creature lifted his hand and snapped his finger, and a flash of light burst around him, bright enough to overwhelm the falling rainbow. Spike held up his hands to shield his eyes, whimpering and shaking as he wondered what magic Discord would curse them with now. Some transformation? Something that would leave Ponyville completely altered? Some final spell that would drive them all insane?

When nothing of the sort happened, the dragon almost felt disappointed.

“Huh.”

He lowered his hand, and blinked.

“What the heck?”

“Tha’s what I was thinking, Spike.”

Applejack wasn’t the only one, either, as all of his pony friends were staring at the strange fun house that had suddenly popped out of nowhere. It was like something out of a carnival, except...bigger. And scarier, with the copies of Discord’s head popping in and out of the windows, laughing and giggling the whole time.

“Uh...Twilight...What’s going on? I thought you guys were -”

“Quiet, Spike. We’ll deal with this. Alright, girls. One more try.”

Knowing better than to interrupt, Spike stepped to the side, shaking his head. The ponies lifted up in the air, powered by the Elements again, and another rainbow built up around them. It soared through the air and came crashing down…

Only to do nothing to the structure. Not even a dent could be seen along the multi-colored, shifting walls, and Discord’s laughter only got louder.

“Awww, do the ponies think that they can do something to stop me with their precious elements? Such a silly idea, everyone.”

Spike opened his mouth, but his friends beat him to it. Rainbow Dash zipped forward, holding up her hooves like fists in front of the floating heads sticking through the windows.

“Oh yeah? Well, you better think twice about trying to hide in there, buster! We’re gonna get you and drag you out. I bet that you won’t be so safe when you’re back in the open.”

“Rainbow Dash. Such honesty, and for a change, so perceptive.”

“Hey!”

She tried to punch at the head, only for it to suddenly turn into glue. Screaming and squirming, she pulled at her leg, but it wouldn’t come free. Meanwhile, Discord kept talking.

“Of course I’d be in trouble if I were outside of my little fun house. That’s the whole point of having it. Why put myself in danger if I don’t have to? I can do everything I like from my little throne room. Top floor, by the way; classy.”

Spike opened his mouth with another question, but this time, Twilight beat him, stepping forward and shouting towards the house.

“Why are you telling us this? We could come in after you.”

“Oh, my. My whole plan is undone, torn to shreds, dealt a finishing blow…”

“Yeah, sugar cube. You got him. Let’s get in there!”

The ponies ran towards the door, ignoring the way that Spike tried to hold up his hand to say something. Unlike the others, he’d seen the sparkles, the gems that were built into the doorway of the fun house. They were glittering brighter than anything he’d seen, enough to put a rumble in his stomach. But even he knew that meant that they weren’t exactly normal.

The girls reached the open door with grins on their faces, only for them to turn into frowns as they were suddenly bounced away, knocked right on their butts as if they’d run into a wall. Most of them looked completely out of it, and Spike ran over, trying to help them.

Getting Twilight back on her feet was the first step, and a little shake of her head helped her wake back up. She glanced up at the doorway, and groaned, stomping her hoof.

“Gosh darn it! He put up a spell…”

“Oh, did I? Yes, it looks like I did. There are rules to this little game, after all, just like last time.”

The ponies and Spike let out a groan all at the same time. He remembered how the rules had screwed them over the last time, and how Discord had cheated to get them to break apart and let him win. It was embarrassing, to say the least, and he didn’t know if they could win.

Still…

Spike walked up to the front door.

“What are the rules? You can at least tell us that.”

“Oh, what fun, the little dragon is playing this time, too? And it’s a good thing he is, little ponies.”

Suddenly, a shadow with a great similarity to Discord loomed over the entrance, glaring down at them with glowing red eyes.

“Because without this little dragon boy, you wouldn’t be able to do anything.”

“Why not?”

“Because, Twilight, my dear, I don’t feel like dealing with you goody-goodies and all those happy feelings that you keep talking about. Those elements of yours are a problem, and give you far too much of an advantage. No, I think that this time I will keep the advantage, and the best way to do that is to keep those elements far, far away.

“Rule one. There will be no magic, and that means, no elements. None of you ponies will be entering the fun house, and nobody else that was ever bound to the elements. So, if any of you were thinking of running to dear old Celestia - or her mooning monarch of a sister - it won’t matter. None of you will be able to enter.

“Rule two. You can’t give anyone something to take inside. After all, who knows what little tricks or traps that you might give them to take to me.”

“Well, who knows what tricks and traps you have inside?”

“Oh, Spike, you hurt me. As if I’d trap the whole place with candy and chocolate and everything else sweet and wonderful under the sun...Of course I do, but this is my game, and my rules. And if you don’t want to play, why, we don’t have to play at all.”

“...What?”

“Of course we don’t have to play. But if we don’t, then I’ll be doing things like this.”

Suddenly a bolt of lightning shot out of the roof, out of some hidden chimney, and it went soaring through the air until it hit one of the houses on the edge of Ponyville. The whole thing suddenly flared with light, and transformed from a square little cottage into a rolling orange. The pony still inside screamed as the house started rolling away with her inside of it.

“Ooooh, such a fruity little thing. I’m sure that she’ll come to love it. Of course, you could go and save her, but that means that you won’t have any help for Spike here, if he decides to come in, of course.”

The more Discord talked, the less Spike liked the idea of going inside. Sure, he’d been inside a number of fun houses before, but he’d never tried something that was...magical, at least not like this. And the fact that Discord was the one in charge of it meant that anything could happen. Literally, anything, considering that he was the embodiment of chaos.

He turned, hoping that Twilight would have a better idea, but the ponies were already gone, running after the rolling house. Spike stared with an open mouth at the rescue group, and slowly hung his head.

“Dang it...Why does it have to be me?”

“Ohhhh, poor little Spikey-wikey. Does the wittle dragon feel all alone?”

Spike almost nodded. Almost. Then he remembered the last time that Discord had been released, and the way that all their friends had started acting so differently. He wasn’t going to doubt them. He wasn’t going to let the embodiment of chaos mess with his head.

“N-no. I’m not all alone. I’m just…”

“Scared? Nervous? Horny?”

“What?”

“Nervous?”

“No, what was...huh?”

“Oh, you’ll see. Not long now. But tell me, Spikey, are you coming in? Are you going to do what only you can do?”

“Well, no one else can stop you, and Twilight can’t exactly go explaining the whole thing to someone else right now, can she?”

“Ooooh, wonderful. Just one little thing before you come in, though. Just a price of entry, you know how it is.”

“Price of - OW!”

The shadow of Discord suddenly darted down and grabbed hold of his own shadow. Spike squirmed back, but the only thing that happened was that he felt like he was being stretched, pulled on like the taffy at the bakery. He stopped, staring nervously as Discord picked his little shadow off of the ground, pulling it this way and that.

“I can make something wonderful with this. Let’s see how you like it.”

Suddenly, his shadow was wrenched away. Ripped off like a piece of paper, it pulled off of his feet and sent him falling head over heels, landing on his back. Spike grunted as the air was knocked out of his lungs, and only barely noticed the weird feeling of something flopping against his stomach as he landed.

“Of course, what use is a fun house if you don’t have the thing to have fun with? You’ll thank me for this later, my perverted little dragon.”

“What…”

He had heard that word before, but never in a good way. Spike blushed as he pulled himself to his feet, shaking his head repeatedly.

“I’m not a pervert. I -”

“Oh, really? Don’t perverts go around showing themselves off? Not like you can avoid doing that now, little dragon. Look down.”

Driven by his own curiosity, Spike did just that, and immediately blushed.

Dangling between his legs was a generous helping of maleness. He knew what it was - after all, he had used it before - but normally it was covered in, held inside of him. Now, there wasn’t even a bit of an opening for it to slide back in, and instead it just hung out freely. Even as he tried to stuff it into his body, he couldn’t find where it would go.

“What did you do? What the hay is going on?!”

“Oh, does the dragon not like his little gift? Maybe he wants things to be easy for him?”

“How is...I don’t want to know. I really don’t want to know.”

But he hoped that he had at least paid the price that Discord wanted. There was no way that he could hang out outside anymore with this thing dangling between his legs, out where everyone could see. At least if he was inside, he could make sure that only he and Discord could see it. Not that he wanted Discord to see it; it was private.

Spike ran at the doorway, bracing himself for the wall that Twilight and the others had banged off of. He ran up the stairs, through the hole in the wall that was the doorway as he closed his eyes…

And nothing happened. No zaps, no sudden knock backs, no electric tingles that would have burned or turned him into something. It seemed like everything was fine. Spike let out a deep sigh of relief, and opened his eyes.

“Well, that wasn’t so - HUH?!”

Everything was huge. Well, it had already been huge, but now it was even bigger. While he’d been tall enough to come up to the middle of the doorway before, now he was barely more than an inch or two off of the ground.

And it wasn’t just the walls that loomed over him, either. Now that he was inside of the fun house, he could see the furniture that lined the hallway. It was a long, round corridor, with small chairs here and there - or, well, small compared to most pony furniture. It was still huge to him, so big that he would have felt like he was climbing a small mountain if he were to try and climb one of the stools, even, let alone one of the chairs.

He blushed, feeling a little tingle down below, and the little dragon immediately reached down, covering his crotch, but it was too late.

“Awww, what’s the matter, Spikey-wikey? Is the wittle bitty dragon liking being so tiny?”

“Shut up! I don’t like...I don’t want to be like this.”

“Oh, your mouth says no, but that naughty little cock says yes yes yes.”

“I don’t want this! And I’m going to get you!”

Not daring to wait, Spike started running down the hallway, his hands pressed firmly over his crotch. The last thing that he wanted to do was flash the embodiment of chaos - who seemed to be able to see everything - with that, but he didn’t know how he could avoid it. He knew that he’d need his hands eventually, but if he took his hands away…

Spike had always kept it a secret, but there was a part of him that liked being smaller than his friends, enjoyed being the smallest person around when he was in a group of people. Being so tiny, being the person that was always looked after - and occasionally squished - by others, was kind of fun...and when he was in private, he often imagined being smaller.

Now it was coming back to bite him in the butt, considering that everything around him was larger than normal, and he couldn’t help but imagine that Discord would be bigger than everyone else. Just the thought sent a stirring through his dick, and he blushed heavily, his cheeks burning red in comparison to their normal purple.

He made it about halfway down the tunnel - which felt like a good half mile run - when he heard the first drop.

Spike turned as the wet, almost rain-like sound filled his ears, and stared at the big puddle of brown that had suddenly plopped onto the floor next to him. It was like a puddle of goo, but thick, and...strangely sweet-smelling. The dragon cocked his head to the side.

“Chocolate rain, again?”

“Ah, not quite, Spikey-wikey. You didn’t think you could just run through my house and get to me that fast, did you?”

“Well, I was hoping…”

“Oh, hope is a fine and dandy thing, isn’t it? So very fun to crush and smash when people finally realize that it doesn’t do anything real for them.”

The puddle continued to spread until it was almost touching the dragon’s toes, and he backed away from it, not wanting to get soaked with...whatever it was. It was almost certainly not good, and he didn’t want to tempt fate. He turned, hoping to keep going -

Plop.

Another droplet fell - probably from the ceiling - and landed right in front of him. He yelped as he jumped back, out of the way, and only barely avoided falling into the first puddle. The second started spreading, the air filling with the smell of chocolate.

He looked up, and saw a number of bigger drops swelling at the ceiling. They were so far away at this height, but he knew better than to stay around.

Time to run.

Leaping over the puddle ahead of him before it could get to full size, Spike threw all of his energy into running as fast as he could. It wasn’t easy with his hands held tight over his crotch, trying to keep his privates from being seen, but he felt like he was running pretty dang fast. Particularly with his lungs burning.

The droplets started falling almost immediately, and he suddenly had a good feeling of how a bug felt in the middle of a rain shower. The dragon yelped and screamed as he ran away from the falling chocolate, his eyes wide as they pounded and slammed into the ground behind and around him. Splatters of brown shot upwards, hitting his little wings and running down his tail as the rain started catching up with him.

Soon it was falling in front of him, like falling stars on a horrible summer night. He screamed and jumped from side to side, just barely avoiding getting hit by the chocolate rain. There was no avoiding the splatters, though, and he could feel his feet and his legs getting coated with it, making him stick to the ground and slowing him down.

Finally, one of the blobs hit him right on the head, and as he was so tiny, it knocked him right off his feet. He hit the ground hard, rolling forward until he was laying on his stomach, and groaning as he tried to pull himself out of the puddle.

“Oh, look at you, sweet thing. On all fours like that? Why, such a kind offer; I didn’t even know you were gay.”

Spike’s eyes went wide, and he immediately pulled himself to his feet, strings of melted chocolate running from his arms and tail and legs towards the puddle. His tail curled around, pulling down between his legs and up over his crotch, and he held it there with chocolate covered hands.

“I’m not gay!”

“Oh, sure you are, flaunting that little body like that. Here, I’ll even give you some playmates to prove it with.”

“What -”

He felt the chocolate under him surge and flow, and he stared in shock as the puddles scattered across the room suddenly pulled themselves together, running like a low-walled box towards him. He leaped over the edge of it - thankfully - but as it shot past him, the chocolate walls went up and up and up, leaving him inside an arena of candy.

And then...then they came.

Rising out of the sweet stuff like monsters out of a swamp, chocolate goblins started making their appearance. They were no bigger than him, but they were bestial looking, slick, long-eared, with huge noses and -

“Oh come on, you gotta be kidding me.”

And huge cocks, too, bigger than Spike’s arm and with a load of chocolate dripping off of the end of them. There had to be a dozen of them, and they each started stroking them as they walked around him.

Spike honestly didn’t know much about sex, but he knew enough to know that he didn’t want them close to him with those big things. He wasn’t gay, honestly wasn’t, and the sight of those big things terrified him, and disgusted him. The dragon turned, his feet sinking into the chocolate as he tried to run for the other side of the ‘arena’.

Thankfully, the goblins were slow, but he had to dodge their chocolate ‘spurts’. Like thrown rocks, they shot through the air and almost hit him, and he barely managed to get around them. He gagged at the thought of actually getting hit, considering where the spurts were being shot from; he didn’t want anything that came out of a penis.

He reached the wall, but even as he shoved his claws into the chocolate, he knew that there was no digging through it. It was too thick; he could push his arms in up to the shoulder, and it wasn’t enough to get to the other side. Spike barely managed to pull himself free from that, and turned to face the goblins again.

They surrounded him now, each one with their dick pointed at him like an oversized unicorn horn. They stroked and dripped and grinned, and Spike whimpered.

“I don’t want to -”

SPURT!

One of them went off, hitting Spike in the face. He gagged as the chocolate shot down his throat, tasting saltier than anything he’d ever had. The dragon sputtered and spat it out as quick as he could, but it was enough for the goblins to get close. One of them grabbed him by his head-spikes and pulled him in close, grinding its dick along his face, giggling in a bubbling, chocolatey way, and started pulling his head towards the tip of that candy cock.

“No, I don’t...don’t make me!”

“Awww, when I’m making it so much easier for you to get away? Just a simple thing, gay boy. Just blow him…”

Spike had no idea what that meant, and he didn’t want to trust Discord. But at this point, he would take anything. Anything that would get him out of this and get him away from the chocolate goblins. Grabbing hold of the creature’s hips, he slammed his head down onto the tip of the shaft, and blew.

At first, he didn’t feel anything happening. It was just a large wad of melting chocolate in his mouth, salty and not pleasant at all. Then...Then the tip started to hollow out, and he realized that the chocolate was getting blown back down into the goblin proper. Spike blew harder and harder, huffing and puffing into the hollowing shaft, not daring to look up.

All the while, the other goblins continued to rub their dicks along his sides and his head, and he squirmed away from them as best he could. He didn’t think about them - at least, he did his best not to - and instead focused entirely on the thing in his mouth. Making himself think of it like a giant balloon, Spike blew and blew and blew, forcing as much air down that tube as he could. A tube, he made himself think; not a...thing.

Soon, he felt harder chocolate pressing against his head, and he looked up. The goblin was swollen up like a balloon, fat and round, and yet...still giggling.

Spike gave one last puff, and felt the whole thing start to shake. The goblin whipped a hand behind his back, and grabbed something before -

BOOOM!

The explosion sent a wave of chocolate and pressure through the air, knocking Spike down and sending most of the goblins further back. A sign went flying through the air, and then landed flat on the dragon’s face. The smack wasn’t too painful, but the sign itself…

“Thanks, Gay Boy!”

“I’m not gay!”

“Well, not what I expected when I said to blow, but I suppose that it works. Hehehe, I hope that you have fun with the other eleven, Spikey-Wikey.”

Don’t tell me I have to…

Oh, he’d had to. No matter what else he tried - punching, kicking, shoving them together - nothing actually got rid of the goblins until he blew their...things...and made them pop. And each one of them had a different thing to remind him of what he’d done. Signs that called him gay, perverted, a cock lover, had popped out of half of them, and the others…

He wiped off one of the cream-cheese frosting messages that had exploded onto him. They’d been almost as bad, but at least they hadn’t whacked him around the body. They’d just been written on. That one had read “Gay Dragon Boy For Rent”, and he didn’t want to think about what that might have meant.

But at least he was out of the chocolate box, and almost at the end of the hallway. Spike could almost taste his freedom.

He stepped off of the vaguely soft carpet that had covered the hallway, and onto the wooden floor of the next room. His body was still covered in all sorts of chocolate, and he almost immediately felt himself get stuck to the floor.

“Oh man...I don’t need this…”

As he tugged on his feet, trying to pull them free of the wood, he felt the ground shake. Spike paused in the middle of his struggles, looking around, knowing that he’d need a hiding space if it was Discord coming down.

Unlike the home-like hallway that led into the fun house, this room was more like a carnival chamber. It had a lot of bendy-rods sticking up from the floor, making an obstacle course from one side of the room to the other. Or, at least, an obstacle course for normal sized people. For Spike, it was more like a forest of ropes. There were no big bits of furniture, but with something like this, maybe he could outrun anything big.

He managed to wrench one foot off of the floor when the source of the thudding finally stepped into the room.

Huge, black, and shimmery, Spike nevertheless recognized it immediately as himself, or at least a giant version of himself. It was as naked as he was, and as...exposed. He blushed as he watched the bigger dragon’s shimmery black shaft sway back and forth, bouncing with each long, slow step, and realized how he must look in miniature.

Then, the big latex Spike turned towards him.

“Hehehe...look. The little me.”

Spike went wide-eyed as the bigger dragon lifted up one big foot, an exact, giant copy of his own, and wiggled his toes.

“Looks like I got something to squish.”

Stupid...micro...fantasies… Spike thought as he tugged harder and harder on his leg, trying desperately to get free. He hated the idea of being around a naked guy, but the fact that he was so much tinier…

Go down, you stupid thing!

But of course, his own dick didn’t listen to that, getting harder by the second as he imagined being chased and pinned by the giant above him. Of being someone tiny, someone helpless…

Finally he wrenched his leg free, and he was off like a shot. Well, like a chocolate-covered shot, but still moving faster than he had been. The dragon barely got out of the way before the shimmery, black, latex foot could come down on him, and he still felt the shock-wave of so much weight hitting the ground behind him.

Spike ran as fast as he could through the ropes and tangles of the room, leaping around some of them and climbing over others in his quest to get to the other side without being squished. His claws, sticky as they were, still were good enough to get a grip on the ropes and swing himself around, and the stickiness even helped him get a bit more of a swing than he normally would. A good thing, too; his duplicate was fast.

Stomp, stomp, stomp went those feet behind him, stomping down into the ground and almost making him bounce in the air every time that they did. Spike wobbled to and fro as he ran, too afraid to look behind him…

And too turned on to move forward as fast as he wanted. His dick was already standing up and smacking against his thighs, something that he couldn’t stop because of the stupid micro fantasies that he’d had. It didn’t matter that the person chasing him was male, someone that he wasn’t attracted to, or someone that was trying to get rid of him. All that mattered was the size difference, and it mattered a lot.

He felt something cool underfoot, and he glanced down. Discord’s shadow, complete with glowing red eyes, followed him, keeping pace with him, and stared up at his crotch.

“Oh, my. Little Spikey-Wikey rather likes it, doesn’t he? Perverted little gay boy. Perverted little dragon. What are you thinking of, hmm? Maybe you should just...STOP!”

The shadow grabbed him by the tail, and the sudden imbalance sent him tumbling to the floor. Spike skidded along on his nose and stomach before coming to a halt, and groaned as he rubbed his face.

STOMP! He bounced up in the air and came down on his back, the shock-wave enough to leave him dizzy. The dragon stared upwards, looking at the creature that was only a step away from him now, but he was too dazed to get up. All he could do was stare as that massive, shimmering, three-toed foot came down on him.

The weight was enormous, and the pressure even more so. The little dragon gasped and coughed as his duplicate pushed down harder and harder on him, pinning his head between two toes and making him stare upwards. His copy chuckled, looking at him the way that he’d looked at bugs out in the fields.

“Heh, look at you. You’re just a tiny little dragon; a little bitty bug under my feet. I bet you would go flat so quick if I pushed harder.”

Latex Spike pushed down a bit harder, not much, but enough for Spike to groan under the weight. He could feel his breath being pushed out of his lungs, making him gasp harder for breath. The smell of chocolate, sweat, and squeaky rubber was all that he could get as he tried to fill his lungs again, and no matter how he squirmed, he couldn’t get himself free.

The duplicate kept laughing, teasing, taunting, but Spike was more focused on the feeling of that big, smooth foot pushing him down. Just like with men, he didn’t have a foot thing; he never fantasized about them, and had never thought about being crushed. It hadn’t appealed before, never been something that he would have wanted…

But now that he was under someone so huge, so much bigger than him, it was making that already-hard cock of his all the harder. He groaned, smacking the back of his head against the ground to try and distract himself from it, but the tortured squeaking of the foot above him, grinding against his whole body, only made his need all the more obvious. It stroked him and teased him again and again, pushing his cock to get harder with every slow grind of the foot against him.

Spike turned his head to the side, trying to ignore it, but it was impossible. The duplicate chuckled.

“What’s that, huh? Does the little Spike have another little ‘spike’ growing down there? Such a pervert. Little freaky dragon; what would all those mares and ponies think, knowing that this little dragon was nothing but a horny bug waiting to have his fun with them?”

“I’m not like that! I’m not a freak!”

“It’s freaky to get hard when you’re tiny, isn’t it?”

“That’s...I don’t…”

The copy pushed down again, harder...but just for a second, surprisingly enough. Spike thought for sure that he would have been squished, but instead the creature seemed to pull back. Nervously, almost.

And…

And his dick wasn’t sandwiched against his belly anymore. Spike could feel it standing up, and as he looked down, he saw something he honestly hadn’t expected to see. It had somehow poked a tiny hole through the latex duplicate, sliding inside, and now it looked like a little plug inside of the foot. Like…

Like a balloon getting plugged…

There definitely wasn’t anything inside of the latex dragon; it was all empty past that outer layer. Which meant…

“Heh, what are you thinking about, pervert? Gonna start humping my feet, like the freaky little gay boy you are?”

He blushed, but it was the only idea he had. Just like with the chocolate goblins, the only thing he could do to get free was something that would humiliate him all the more. But there was no choice. Either he would get squished and never get to Discord, or he’d have to...do this.

Spike pulled back, and immediately felt a gust of air come down through the hole in the foot. It was high pressure, nearly enough to push him away, and would have if he hadn’t thrust up again. His shaft slid along the bottom of the foot before he managed to get a good angle, and he popped another hole in the sole. He pulled back, feeling the air rushing out again, and he did it again, and again, grabbing hold of the toes for leverage.

I hate this! I hate this! he kept thinking, even as he thrust against that sole in the same way that he’d seen one of the stallions mounting a mare last spring. It didn’t feel good, he didn’t want it, but the perverted, sexual act was the only way that he could get free.

It didn’t help that the giant didn’t even look startled or angry. If anything, the latex copy only grinned more, even as it started to sag downwards, losing more and more of its solid form as its airy interior was vented.

“Heh...foot fetish dragon...micro loving dragon...gay boy…”

“Not...mmmph...gay…”

But his cock was hard as hell, and it made it easier to puncture that foot more and more. Soon, there were more holes than solid surfaces beneath it, and he was finally able to wriggle free. The latex body tumbled backwards slowly, coming to a final, crashing stop on the floor a few seconds later. Spike stared at it, watching as it deflated, and felt more than a little envious when the latex shaft the copy had went flat and invisible. He wished his own would do the same, but he was way too hard for that to happen…

Not to mention Discord is going to keep me like this until I find him…

“Gay…”

“I’M NOT GAY!”

His shout echoed through the room, but there was no-one around to hear it. The whole place was empty save for him and the latex...thing, but the light had gone out of the copy’s eyes. There was no more life in it. He’d...won, he guessed.

Spike turned around. There was only one way forward, and he could only imagine where that door would take him. The fun house wasn’t like anything that he had seen before, and he was terrified of what would come next. Discord had already proved that he wasn’t going to pull any punches on the little dragon, and Spike honestly wasn’t sure if he could handle more things like this.

At the same time, he wasn’t sure if he could leave, either. Discord was a heck of a trickster. Even if he could get to the end of the tunnel again - and that was a big if - he might still be stuck at micro size. It was a fun fantasy - even he would admit that - but there was no way that he could help if he went outside like that. Twilight and the others would be understanding, but he knew that they’d be disappointed in him, too, and he couldn’t live with that.

No, the only thing he could do was go forward...and hope for the best. The naked, dripping, erect dragon walked towards the next door, his head held high, and his hands held low; after all, he didn’t want to put on any more of a show as he walked further in.

The End

(That’s the end of chapter 1.)