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Discord’s Fun House

Chapter 2: Gumshoes

By Draconicon

“Why did you have to make this place so big?”

“Because it keeps little runts like you from getting to me too quickly, of course. And besides, you love it.”

“I do not!”

“That’s not what the itty bitty dwagon says between your legs.”

Spike groaned as he was reminded, yet again, of the erection slapping back and forth between his thighs. It begged for attention, begged him to reach down and stroke it, but there wasn’t time. He had to find his way through the fun house and get to Discord before he did even worse things to Ponyville, or even all of Equestria.

That...and Discord’s shadow - which was doing the talking - was still following him, and he didn’t want to put on a show for that thing.

“Oh come now, Spike. You know what you really want. You’ve been thinking about this ever since you found out what that thing can do.”

The dragon kept his lips sealed tight, not wanting to admit anything. His fantasies were his own business. Just because he’d occasionally thought of himself as smaller than he really was, and around some of his friends…

“What’s the matter? The little dwagon afraid that he won’t get it up for the ponies if he admits what he likes? Is he a little gay boy after all?”

“Shut up, shut up, shut -”

“Well, if you won’t talk, maybe that little thing will.”

“What -”

Spike yelped as Discord’s shadow leaped off of the wall and lunged at him. He backed up as fast as he could, but as tiny as he was, he couldn’t outrun that big of a shadow. The tip of a dark claw pressed down against his crotch, and suddenly, his dick leaped up and twitched, throbbing. The tiny little opening at the tip flexed, and started moving like a mouth, and to his horror, it started talking.

“Hi, I’m Spike’s dick, and I’m just a perverted, tiny little thing that wants to be kept underneath everybody else. Heeheehee, I’m just a tiny little dick, on a tiny little dragon, who always fantasizes about being a little pervert being chased around and squished and -”

“Stop it! Please, just make it stoooooop…”

“Oh, you’re no fun…”

The claw touched him again, and his dick stopped talking. Spike nearly collapsed in relief, holding his hands over his erection, trying to keep it from being seen. Even though it wasn’t that tiny, the blows to his confidence had been substantial, and he shivered as he tried to turn away from the shadow. It didn’t work, of course. Discord could move all around the hallway, up the walls, over the ceiling; there was no escape from him.

Wincing at the extreme rigidness of his shaft, Spike pulled himself up and started walking towards the end of the hallway. There had to be something out there. Every fun house had an ending, and if he could just get to wherever Discord had made his lair, then this would be over. He would have won the game, and he could get out of here. Then...well, then he’d figure out what he’d do, but he had a feeling it would involve running to the nearest private place and having some fun to get this out of his system.

At least the ground was getting a bit softer. The carpet was gone, but the ground felt a bit rubbery, almost like it was made of bounce-pads. If he had been full size, his weight would have been bouncing him forward with every step. As it was, he was able to walk normally. Perhaps the only good thing about being tiny, he supposed.

It also made it a bit easier to walk with his hands clasped over his dick, too, keeping it from being so obvious. Of course, holding it didn’t make it go down at all, either, but he had a horrible feeling that it wouldn’t go down while he was in the fun house. Or maybe he was fooling himself, just using it as an excuse to hold and fondle and touch something that he normally -

“I’m not a pervert!”

Discord’s only answer was a chuckle, and Spike honestly wasn’t sure if the dragon was messing with his head or not. It was too hard to tell in this place.

Still, at least he was getting close to the next room. It was bright enough that he couldn’t see what waited for him, but it had to be better than the rope room, right? He started jogging down the bounce pads, feeling them starting to lift him and bounce him a little bit, but not enough to throw him off balance. He was getting closer, closer -

Then he hit the last little pad, and it bounced upwards.

Springloaded? Spike thought with wide eyes as he shot up into the air. He went flying forward, spinning head over heels into the room. It spun around and around - or rather, he did - and he couldn’t make out what was what. He saw blue, and then pink, and then blue, and pink, and blue -

And then all he saw was pink. Flopping onto it facedown, Spike felt himself bounce up, pulling against the pink, before he was yanked down again. Smack.

Owwwwww…

The impact itself hadn’t hurt very much. If anything, that had been incredibly soft. But the feeling of being yanked back down, the way that the pink stuff had pulled him back like a rubber band stretched too tight, had felt almost like a belly-flop. It stuck to him from head to toe, and as he tried to pull backwards, he felt the darn thing tugging him right back down.

He couldn’t even open his eyes to see what it was; the gooey stuff kept them closed tight, holding him pinned. Spike grumbled, but didn’t open his mouth. He didn’t want it to get trapped too.

What did he put me in? What did I step into this time?

Experimenting, the little dragon reached out into the gooey mess and started rubbing his fingers through it. As long as he didn’t pull, he seemed to be okay. It felt somewhat hard, and a little wet. When it was just rubbed, the pink stuff seemed to be smooth and shiny, like…

Like gum, he realized. Was he really in a long track of gum right now? His face twisted up in a grossed-out expression, imagining Discord having chewed this up and spit it out. No wonder it felt wet and a bit slimy.

“Oh, my. Stuck in my bubble gum trap, Spikey-wikey?”

He couldn’t even respond, leaving him helpless as he felt the shadow whoosh over him, shadowy claws rubbing along his legs and his back, touching him in every which place. It was worst when one of the claws slipped under his tail, rubbing his butt and pulling at the cheeks, spreading them and letting him feel air on something that was normally completely hidden.

“My my, Spike, look at your little gay butt. You’re positively puckering for attention. Perhaps I should let some of my other creatures have some fun with this, instead of your mouth? What would you say to that?”

The dragon shook his head, or at least tried to. The most that he managed was a little vibration in the bubblegum trap.

“Oh, I know. Just tap your hand twice for no, once for yes. That’s something you can do, I’m sure. All you have to do is say no, and nothing at all will happen. But I bet a gay little dwaggy like you wants it up the butt, just like you wanted all those chocolate cocks deep down your little throat. You pretend that you prefer all the ladies, but you and I know what you really, really want. Go on, tap. Just two little taps, and nothing happens.”

Spike’s face burned hotter and hotter, and he wished more than ever that he was a more grown-up dragon with fire breath, or really anything that might burn through all the gum that held him down. As it was, he was completely helpless. If anything did come around, they could play with his butt all they wanted, and he’d have no way to stop them.

He shivered as he felt Discord’s shadow suddenly spread his butt cheeks even further, a shadowy tongue drooling over his hole. It twitched lightly.

“Mmm, of course, I could always start this off myself. I might be tempted to try that, if you don’t give me an answer soon.”

The candy creatures were bad enough; he didn’t want to even think about what the embodiment of Chaos would do to him. Spike whimpered, quickly lifting his arm and tapping once -

Then realizing that his hand was trapped. He wrenched and tugged on it, trying to pull it up so that he could tap again, but it was stuck in the bubblegum. He whimpered and squirmed, but the gum was too strong, keeping his arm pinned in place.

“Oh, I knew you were a good little gay-boy dragon. In fact, I think you need some of the best things I can bring out. Here they come, Spikey; I’ll even give you a chance to take a look at them.”

Spike groaned as some of the gum was rubbed away from his eyes, and he finally looked around. All around him - at least, in front of him and at his sides, all he could turn his head to see - bubblegum goblins started rising out of the little trap. They were even bigger than the chocolate ones from the other arena, and sported even bigger dicks. He whimpered as he imagined them doing things to his butt, and he squirmed harder than ever, trying to break the trap holding him down.

They started marching closer and closer, occasionally shooting silly-string bubblegum from their cocks. It was like watching party streamers, except far, far naughtier.

“Hehehe, have fun, Spikey. Maybe you can get out of this one too, if you’re as good a hero as you think you are.”

Laughing, the shadow disappeared, leaving Spike alone with the various sprites and gum goblins. The little dragon pushed down hard, forcing his mouth open as wide as it would go. A little bit of messenger fire burst out of his mouth, but it barely did a thing to the bubblegum. If anything, it frayed the edges of the gum holding his arm down, but not nearly enough for him to get free.

He jumped as some of the bubblegum hit his butt, followed by several soft, putty-like fingers pressing into his butt cheeks. They forced them further and further apart, and he felt something long, thick, and wet rubbing against his butt. Not between the cheeks, but along them, squirting more and more of the bubblegum along his scales. It felt like ropes, pulling his butt cheeks apart so that they couldn’t pull together again, and keeping his little hole on display.

The goblins giggled around him, smacking him with their dicks, rubbing them on him, making him feel every slimy inch of them. Spike growled as much as he could, until one of them smacked his face with a candy cock. The gum left a gag of it in his mouth, blocking any sound he could make, and any more of his fire.

Wait…

He had an idea. Spike sucked in as much air as he could through his nose, and started huffing and puffing at the gag. More and more of the messenger fire built up in his mouth, getting stronger and stronger. As more built up, the gag started stretching, starting to look like he was blowing a massive bubblegum bubble.

But even as he did, he felt the goblins playing with his butt. Soft fingers pressed against his butt cheeks, rubbing them, even sliding their fingers from his balls all the way up to his hole. They giggled around him, laughing as they poked - but never penetrated - his little butthole.

“Candy-butt...gay butt...candy dragon…”

The words kept coming, flung at him like insults, and he took them as that. Spike’s cheeks burned beneath the bubblegum gag, but he didn’t stop huffing, puffing, shoving more and more fire into the bubble.

His tormentors didn’t seem to notice, the goblins satisfied with teasing him, rubbing him. They were burying him in more and more silly string, their dicks shooting more and more of it over his back, burying him in their gummy cum. It was trapping him in place, while others were wrapping up his legs and his feet, covering every inch of him except for his dick and his butt.

And oh, how they loved playing with it. Every inch of his butt cheeks felt slimy and wet by now, and he hated it when they leaned over his hole and drooled over it. He felt every single line of spit running over his butt hole, and the dragon whimpered and squirmed as they rubbed it in with their wet, smooth fingers. They kept poking him, and he kept tensing up, trying to keep them out. So far, it was working, but he didn’t know how much longer he could keep it up.

More fire, more fire. He needed that bubble to get bigger and bigger. Spike could just barely see it anymore, his face so covered with bubblegum cum, but he could feel the heat building up. That bubble had to be bigger than his head by now, and if it would just grow a little bit bigger -

He screamed as one finger finally pushed into his butthole, spreading him open. The sudden violation left him utterly disgusted, not wanting it at all, and he screamed all of his disgust and fear into the fireball bubble.

It was enough. It popped from all the heat, and he felt the fire rush over everything around him, spreading like wildfire along the bubblegum, eating through it, destroying every little bit of it around him. The cackling candy goblins suddenly went silent, and when Spike finally opened his eyes, he didn’t see any of them around.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the little dragon slowly pulled himself to his feet. It was a bit difficult, considering that not ALL the gum was gone, but most of it was. The only bits that were left were around his feet, making steps a little bit difficult.

Well, I can fix that… He ripped one of his feet off of the ground - ignoring the snap-crack of the gum whipping back to the ground - and held his ankle so that his sole pointed upwards. He took a deep breath -

Boom.

“...What was that?”

Boom.

Another boom, and another, hard thuds coming down the corridor that led out of the room. Spike felt the vibrations through the floor, and the next one bounced him upwards. He landed on his butt, sticking to the bit of gum left, only to be launched skywards again by the next step. Up, down, up, down, up -

“AHHHH!”

Until the gum finally snapped, sending him flying off in another direction. He got a small view of the room - a giant bouncy castle - before he hit the floor again, bouncing a couple more times before coming to a stop in the corner of the room. Spike pulled himself to his feet again, laying his hands against the wall to try and keep his footing.

“What...What are you doing, Discord? Come on, didn’t you get enough with the goblins? Let me get out of here!”

“Oh, you will, don’t worry. I play completely fair here.”

“Yeah right…”

Spike’s mutter was barely heard, but it seemed to amuse the chaotic master of the fun house. The dragon pulled back, watching the hallway as a giant silhouette approached.

It was a pony, or at least, it was a very large version of a pony. He could only stare up at it as it got closer and closer, knowing that he was no bigger than one of its hooves, if that. The idea of being held beneath one, stuck there -

Go down, go down!

His cock didn’t listen, sticking up hard and proud at the idea, and he blushed as he covered it. He couldn’t understand what a pony was doing here, though; wouldn’t they all be fighting against what Discord was doing? And how could someone actually get in here? He thought that it was protected against other ponies, and that he was the only one -

“Rarity?!”

It was Rarity, yet, at the same time, that look in her eye was far from the Rarity he knew. She looked utterly disdainful of everything around her, like nothing would ever be good enough, and he shivered as she looked across the room at him. Her lips curled back in a small sneer, even as she chuckled.

“Oh, look, it’s the perverted little pet that Twilight keeps around. What are you doing here? Why are you even around?”

“But...but Rarity, it’s me. Spike.”

“Yes, Spike. A little dragon with a ‘spike’ that he can’t stop thinking about and can’t stop touching.”

His cheeks burned hotter than ever, and he had to fight to keep his hands over his crotch. Better to be holding it and keeping it hidden than showing it, right? He shook his head.

“Please. I don’t know how you got here, but I have to get to Discord. Can you -”

“Discord? Please, Spike, as if you could actually handle him. You can’t even handle keeping up with Twilight, let alone actually doing anything about that crush you have on me.”

“You…”

He blinked.

“You’re...you’re not Rarity…”

“Oh, very good, points for the little dwagon.”

Discord’s shadow floated behind the large pony, who didn’t even seem to see it. In fact, she seemed to have gone completely immobile as Discord popped into being.

“Look at you, figuring out puzzles left and right. Maybe living in that library did you some little bit of good after all.”

“What did you do?! If you hurt Rarity -”

“As if you needed another reason to come after me. No, no, this isn’t the real Rarity.”

Discord grabbed her by the horn, and suddenly ripped it off. Spike gagged, the horrible crunching sound nearly leaving him vomiting, but only for a moment. The pony transformed, going from an imitation of Rarity to something darker, grayer, until it was nothing more than a statue. A very well carved one, but a statue nonetheless. Discord tossed her horn from hand to hand, chuckling to himself.

“Just a little bit of chaos put together, just for you, Spikey-wikey. You have to deal with her in order to get out of this room, and I think you might like it more than you admit.”

“What...what are you talking about? I don’t want to fight her.”

“Oh, please, as if you could. You and I both know that you’re not that good a fighter. The best you could do is scuff her hooves. No, you’ll have to be smart if you want to get out of this. Or, maybe, if you’re just the dumb little gay boy that you’ve been acting like, you can stay here forever, and just enjoy serving her.”

“But...why would I -”

“Let’s get this game started, hmm?”

Interrupted before he could point out that he couldn’t actually be gay if he enjoyed thoughts of the girls, Spike could only watch as Discord jammed the horn back onto the Rarity statue, and then disappeared. Her colors came back, and the imitation of life, as well. She looked down at him and sneered again, taking a couple of trotting steps towards him.

“As I was saying, you don’t belong here, Spike. You can’t actually handle Discord. The most you could do is make him laugh.”

She kept coming closer and closer, and Spike realized that if he didn’t do something, he’d be completely cornered when she reached him. He darted along the wall, using the little dip in the floor to keep from being sent flying, and ran as hard and as fast as he could. The vibrations and eventual shockwaves left him off-balance, but he needed to keep his distance.

It was only a stalling action, though. She was so much bigger than him, and she was barely moving at a fast walk. If she ever picked up the pace, she’d overtake him in seconds. He watched as she bounced a little with each step, getting closer, closer, those thunderous hooves coming nearer and nearer to him.

He imagined how it would feel if they actually caught him, what would happen if he was pinned under them. The hooves would be hard, but the spot between, around the bend of the hard ‘nail’ of the hooves, was softer. If he could get caught there -

The sproing of his cock trying to get harder than it already was threw him off-balance, and Rarity’s next thudding step threw him out of the little corner he’d been running in. He hit the bouncy floor, and went flying through the air, shooting towards the center of the room. The dragon spun around and around, getting dizzy as he came down.

Even as he hit the ground, it bent under him, flexing, before pushing up again. Once more, he was bouncing, flying through the air, and this time he went soaring over Rarity’s head. The tip of her horn very nearly caught him by the tail, and he shivered as he imagined what would have happened if he’d been even a fraction of an inch lower in the air. A tingle of phantom pain went through him as he imagined that horn hitting him down -

“OOF!”

He hit the ground hard, but this time only bounced a little bit since he was near her hind hooves. The dip in the flexible bounce floor dragged him downwards, like he was sliding down a slope. The only thing that slowed him down was the gum still on his feet and on his butt, and he used it for all it was worth, keeping himself firmly planted on the ground.

Rarity slowly turned around, glaring down at him and giving a sharp sniff.

“Look at you. Helpless, and useless. A little lump of a thing that can’t do anything helpful. Why you think you have a chance with me…”

“I don’t! I have a chance with -”

“Silence!”

The stuck-up pony shoved one of her hooves in his face, the rounded edge of it nearly popping him in the nose. As it was, the rest of it was only an inch above his body, ready to pin him in place completely, if he wasn’t careful.

“If you think that you’re worth anything, show me. Give me some of the respect I deserve.”

“H-how do I do that?”

“Worship my hoof, little dragon. Show me that you know your place.”

Well...it wasn’t the first time that he’d thought of doing that, admittedly. Spike felt his dick twitch as he looked up at the hoof, old fantasies of being pinned and used as a hoof cleaner making him groan. He reached up slowly, feeling the immensity of the hoof above him, of the lady that had captured him like this. A little shiver went from head to toe, leaving him burning red as his excitement grew.

He knew that he was wasting time, but he excused it away, saying that he needed to do this or he’d never get free. Better to serve until he could get around her than get crushed, right? After all, if he was caught, Twilight and the others would never get inside, and they’d never get rid of Discord.

Spike leaned up, kissing the hoof edge, and started licking along it. Rarity kept her hooves completely clean, and this statue was no different. The thick, smooth edge of it was spotless, tasting of nothing but a bit of rock...and gemstone.

Of course it does, Spike thought. Nothing but the best for Rarity…

His crush came out harder than usual, and he squeezed it above him. He wanted to love this, wanted to give everything. After all, he’d never have this with Rarity. Not for real. Better to give in and enjoy this. The hoof started pushing down on him, and he groaned as it smothered him from shoulders to hips. Just enough pressure to keep him pinned, not enough to hurt. At least, not for now.

“Lick it, Spike! Show me that you know what you are. Nothing but a little dragon that can’t do anything but lick a girl’s hoof.”

He winced, hearing things that were not part of his fantasy, not what Rarity really was, but he kept trying to follow orders. He licked again and again, taking in that mix of rock and gemstone taste. Sapphire, he realized, as he licked along the front of her hoof. The hard, thick material pressed down hard on him, making it difficult to breathe, but he kept his focus, kept straining to lick and reach all the parts she wanted him to work over.

It didn’t take long for him to be short of breath, gasping and panting as he licked and squeezed, dragging his claws along the bits of her hoof he could reach. He groaned, trying to reach upwards, trying to get out from under her hoof for a better angle, but she pushed down harder than ever. If it weren’t for the bounce floor, he would have been crushed into a paste. As it was, her hoof still stole the breath from his lungs, leaving him gasping, panting, shivering.

She leaned in, glaring at him.

“Look at you. Can’t even do this. I swear, Twilight should have left you in Canterlot. A spoiled little dragon who can’t even serve a lady...What would anyone do with you? Probably trade you back to the dragons for some gems that could actually have a proper use. I bet you would have preferred that too; I don’t think you ever really wanted me. I bet you were paying more attention to stallions.”

“I...I never…”

He gasped for breath, barely filling his lungs.

“Oh, you know what you wanted. You’ve always been a...a dick-seeking gay boy. You never really wanted a girl like me. Or anyone else. Too useless. Too perverted. Too tiny. No, you know what you really are.”

The words cut through him enough to break his fantasy. Spike couldn’t pretend that it was Rarity, couldn’t stay under her hoof and try and enjoy it. Not when she wasn’t the real thing. It was wrong.

But how was he going to deal with her? He had to get out of here, but there was no way that he could escape her, not without something to slow her down. The real Rarity could be distracted, given something she’d like, but there was none of that here. Not to mention, Discord probably hadn’t given this Rarity something that distracting. But…

As Spike glanced around the room, fighting his hazy vision as he started getting dizzier and dizzier from the weight on his chest, he saw it. Another gum trap, only a little ways off. If he could get over there, if he could get Rarity to step in it…

So many ifs, but he needed to do something. Spike coughed and gasped, turning his attention back to the pony above him.

“I can’t...breathe…”

The real Rarity would have pulled her hoof off of him instantly at that point. This one looked at him with suspicion, glaring at him. Then...slowly...she pulled her hoof back. Not much, but enough to let him get a little air.

That was all he needed. Huffing and puffing, he managed to blow a blast of messenger fire under her hoof. It didn’t actually burn anything, but it was enough to get her to pull back. He supposed the magic that turned her from statue to living was enough to make her feel things, too; in any case, he was off like a shot, running across the bounce floor.

“You little monster! Get back here!”

It might have only been a few feet away, but for a tiny little dragon like him, that was a long run to make. Spike ran as fast as he could, dodging left and right as Rarity’s hooves came down around him. It was like trying to run through an avalanche, if avalanches had pedicured ends and glittery bodies. He knew better than to try and talk, though. There was no reasoning with this enchanted statue, and if he stopped, he would be completely crushed, this time.

Just gotta...make sure I don’t get stuck…

Which would be harder than it looked. He was already bouncing around, and Rarity’s latest stomp nearly turned him into a pinball as he was bounced up and between her legs, thudding off of them before coming back down. He panted for breath, barely keeping conscious from the battering, and was forced to take the next blow to bounce himself forward.

He landed right on the edge of the gum trap, and glanced over his shoulder. Rarity was right behind him, rearing up on her hind legs.

“You...you...little...beast!”

“I’m really sorry about this, Rarity, but -”

“Get squished!”

He jumped just as she stomped down, managing to leap over the stretch of gum if only barely. He came down, wobbling and stepping backwards to catch his balance. He felt it squish into the trap, winced -

“SPIKE!”

Rarity’s hooves came down hard, and the impact launched him all the way up towards the ceiling. Spike hit it hard enough to bounce off of it again, falling back to the floor. Rarity’s screams of rage terrified him, and as soon as he hit the ground, he kept on bouncing towards the door, not daring to look back in case she got herself free.

He only stopped when he felt solid ground underneath him again, and then he turned around, looking back the way he’d come.

Rarity - or rather, the statue of Rarity - glared at him, but it was nothing more than a stony stare. Her body was mostly converted back to rock, leaving nothing but a stone face to stare at him. Her hooves were splattered in bubblegum, and she looked completely stuck. The dragon took a deep breath, sighing and almost collapsing onto the floor of the hallway.

“Thank heavens…”

Spike shook his head, a series of shivers running down his body as he realized what he’d just done. Not only had he fought a pony and won, he’d fought a giant and managed to outsmart it. No matter the fact that it was a massive statue, that it was enchanted by Discord…

Heh, that actually makes it a bit cooler… He smiled a little bit to himself. It wasn’t much, but the fact that he had won...well, maybe he could do this. Maybe he could be the hero that everyone else thought he could be, that they needed him to be. It was something, anyway.

Now, if only his dick would go down…

Spike looked around. There was no sign of Discord right at the moment. His shadow was probably busy getting ready with some of the other traps up ahead. And it might even be smarter to keep moving rather than let the master of chaos start up some new traps, things that would make things harder. At the same time, his dick was making it hard to think straight, as the fight with ‘Rarity’ showed.

He blushed as he remembered how much he had enjoyed being under her hoof, how much he had wanted to serve her. Even with almost getting suffocated, he’d been so close to convincing himself that the whole thing was okay, that listening to his dick and getting off with her would have been completely fine, helping the cause, even. That wasn’t okay. If there were other copies of his friends further in - and he would bet there were - he would be in even more trouble.

His blush got worse as he remembered different fantasies that he’d had for each and every one of them. Rarity, he’d wanted to serve and worship, to give her the respect and love that he felt he deserved. Twilight, he’d wanted to...well, that wasn’t so possible for someone so small, but he’d had his thoughts of being atop her. Rainbow Dash, he wanted to serve from behind, and...underneath. He blushed more, his cock twitching as he thought of her rump coming down on him, and all the things he might do -

“Oh, look at the perverted little dwagon. Is he thinking of all my little goblins and what they’ll do to him if they catch him?”

Spike’s fantasies were ripped away in seconds, and he jumped back to his feet. His cheeks burned as he realized that his hand was all slick and wet, messy from his pre. He must have started touching himself while he was remembering all that.

“I wasn’t thinking of anything!”

“Oh really? Then you were just tugging your dick like a good little boy out of sheer perversion? My my, but you are a pretty poor hero, little Spikey-wikey. Someone might come up behind you and show you the only thing you’re good for.”

“And what’s that?”

“Oh, playing with other dicks. Like this one.”

A shadowy shaft suddenly poked out of the floor right next to him, and Spike almost fell over as he jumped away from it. The thing wobbled back and forth, and he could smell the cock stink coming off of it. He balled up his fist and tried to punch it, but his hand only went through it. Worse, he got a little giggle and a moan for his troubles.

“Mmm, a good attempt, my gay-boy dragon, but I think we’ll save that for later, when you get upstairs and reach me. If you do.”

“I can’t be that far away.”

Spike glanced down the hallway, and smiled.

“See? Stairs! I’m coming for you, Discord.”

“Oh, Spike, you won’t be doing any cumming until you reach me. But then, you’ll cum to your heart’s content.”

Groaning at the creature’s wordplay, Spike took a step around the shadow cock. It shrank back down into the floor, but before he could go much further, he heard a familiar giggle. He froze, and slowly turned to look over his shoulder.

The gum trap that held Rarity pinned had spawned a good dozen bubblegum goblins, and these ones were even better hung than the last ones that he’d seen. His eyes went wide as they started running across the bounce floor, each one stroking their dicks with abandon and shooting silly-string bubblegum as they did.

“Not again...not again!”

He turned and ran as fast as he could, chased by the constant giggling and whispers of the goblins and their master. Spike tuned out their constant calls of ‘gay boy’ and other things. He wasn’t like that. He didn’t want them. All he wanted was to get rid of Discord and have life go back to normal. That. Was. All.

The End