Discord's funhouse

**Discord’s Fun House

Chapter 3: Pie in the Sky

By Draconicon**

Never thought stairs...could be so hard, Spike thought to himself as he climbed up and over the third-to-last one in the back of the fun house. The sparkling lights above him kept throwing off his depth perception, and more than once he’d almost tumbled back the way he came.

Which would have been bad for more than just wasted time. He glanced over his shoulder, looking at the collection of caramel, candy, and gum goblins that had followed him and made a force for themselves at the bottom of the stairs. They were too slick or too sticky to climb up on their own, so they waited in case he fell down. There were so many that he knew that he’d be trapped for good if he fell. So, he made sure that he didn’t.

Turning to look ahead, he imagined that he was getting close. The little micro dragon couldn’t imagine the fun house having too many more rooms; it had looked relatively small from the outside, after all, not as big as the huge ones that were in carnivals.

Maybe the next room will be the right one.

He really hoped so. He didn’t want to keep listening to all the teasing that Discord was doing for much longer. And he really, really, really didn’t want to deal with being called a ‘gay boy’ anymore. Just because he was...hard...from walking around so tiny didn’t make him that, he knew that, but whenever Discord made him fight something with a dick, and then...do stuff to it...to get away, it made him blush and whimper.

But he forced that out of his head, though not without some difficulty. His eyes went back to the next step, letting the flashing lights go by a couple of times so he could get used to just where the edge of the step was. When he had a good idea, he backed up to the edge of his current one, took a deep breath, and charged.

He jumped at the last second, leaping as high as he could and flapping his tiny little wings for whatever boost they might give him. It was just enough, and he managed to grab the edge of the step without falling over.

Ugh...why did he have to make it so big…

It took him almost a minute to pull himself up, and he was panting by the end of it. Not because of the one step, but because it was the thirtieth step of the stairway, and he had been doing this for a long, long time now. He groaned as he looked up at the next one, knowing that the hallway wasn’t too far away now.

“I swear, when I get to him…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence, and he sighed. He had no idea what he’d do when he finally found Discord. He’d been winging it so far, working off of plans that came to him in the middle of being in horrible trouble, and so far, he’d been very lucky. The fact that the goblins all had the same rules to beat them was pure luck, and the fact that he’d managed to trap the fake Rarity in gum...well, that was luck, too.

Despite knowing that he couldn’t keep relying on it, Spike didn’t have any idea of what else he could do. All he had was luck. He had no idea of what the other chambers would be like, and even if he did, he doubted he could come up with something that would work in advance.

As he leaped up to the next stair, he just resolved to play it by ear. Twilight and the others kept having to wing it; maybe he could do the same.

After a moment’s wobbling on the top step and nearly tumbling down, Spike took a deep breath and looked ahead. The hallway wasn’t that different from the others, though perhaps a little narrower. If a normal pony was walking down it, they’d be kinda squished between the two padded walls, and would likely wriggle through to the other side. Being so tiny, Spike could just walk normally, and for once, he was happy about that.

At least it wasn’t bouncy like the room down below; that had been very difficult, and more than a little annoying for the young dragon. This, while squishy, was still fairly solid. He could walk on this without getting his balance thrown off.

He made it about halfway down the hallway before he felt the ground beneath him shake. The dragon paused, looking around for any sign of Discord’s magic. Nothing above him, and as he turned around, he didn’t see anything behind him, either.

“What the -”

“Ahem.”

A sharp point tapped him on the shoulder, and Spike nearly jumped out of his skin. He certainly jumped off of the floor to nearly twice his height out of sheer shock. Whipping around in the process, he saw -

“What the hay?! You...what?”

He came back down, only to find himself staring at a giant foot sticking out of the floor. It had to be Discord’s, as far as he could see; it had the scaly features of one of the creature’s limbs, and the two toes that Discord had on the non-hoofed leg. He glared at it, and tried to walk around it.

Unfortunately, the foot came down hard, blocking his way forward with a sudden thump. Groaning, Spike walked around to the other side, only for it to stomp down again, keeping the way blocked.

“Ah ah ah, Spikey-Wikey. What makes you think that I’m just going to let you go through without another test?”

“Couldn’t I just deal with the goblins again? I’m getting tired of this.”

“Oh, Spikey, I know I can always have it fun and games, but where’s the pleasure if everyone else does, too? You can get back to blowing their dicks later, but for right now, I have something I desperately need you to do for me.”

“And what’s that?”

“I need you to paint my nails. They’re horribly dull looking.”

Spike’s jaw would have dropped, if he was capable of being that surprised by Discord anymore. It literally made no sense, being around the embodiment of chaos, so he wasn’t entirely sure why he was surprised at anything anymore.

The toes atop the green-scaled foot curled, and suddenly a bottle of nail polish and a little applicator - little, in and of the fact that it was half his size - popped into existence. Spike had no idea how Discord had done that, either. He stared at them, and then back at the foot, and then back at the bottle.

“You want me...to paint your nails? Why?”

“Come now, they’re WHITE for heaven’s sake. White! That’s so dull, so boring, so, so natural! I want something different.”

“And you can’t do it yourself, because…”

“Because, dear little Spikey.”

The foot came down faster than he imagined, the big, green sole slamming down on him hard enough to knock him off his feet. A heady smell of soft musk followed it, smearing into his scales, and he groaned as he had his head pinned between two of the toes.

“Because I have you to do it. Because you’ll do it if you want to keep moving forward, and because I will make your life too ‘fun’ for you to handle if you don’t. Am I clear?”

The little dragon groaned, his arms pinned under the toes as he stared upwards towards the ceiling. If Discord had at least been looming over him, Spike was sure that he’d have thought of a plan, but there was only a foot here. A foot that had some easy demands, and at least it didn’t mean he was blowing dicks again. That was something.

“Fine, fine. I’ll do it.”

“Such a good little -”

“Don’t say it.”

“Gaaaaaaaay boy.”

Spike bit his tongue, grumbling under his breath as the foot lifted off of him. The long sole pointed towards him, with the two toes pointing skywards. Continuing to grumble, Spike grabbed the nail polish bottle and started twisting the top off. It was like turning a waterwheel at a well, or one of those weird wheels on the pipes of some machinery, due to the size difference, and as the top popped off -

“Ugh…”

He covered his mouth and pinched his nose, groaning and gagging at the smell that came off of it. It was like smelling a vat of chemicals rather than a simple bit of paint, and he stuck his tongue out at the horrible sick sense it left him with.

“Hehehe, yes, it’s a rather potent blend. Come on, Spike, you don’t have all day. I’m just about to start turning the bunny burrows into something better, like snake pits.”

Fluttershy would kill you for that. But Fluttershy wasn’t there, and he didn’t have any sort of threat to make. Taking a couple of deep breaths past his fingers, he took the applicator - a long swab that he would have to carry like a sword while he climbed to the top of Discord’s foot - and dipped it into the liquid. It stuck to it like glue, and he could already see that it would spread slowly.

Knowing that he’d be at this for a while, Spike sighed as he climbed up the bottom of the big foot presented to him. It took him almost five minutes to climb to the space between the toes, and he started swiping the applicator over the claw as soon as it was in reach. He saw it change from white to red, and had to shake his head in disapproval. There was no point in painting a claw that was just fine; if anyone was the gay one here, it had to be Discord.

He kept up the wiping until the applicator had nothing left in it, and then leaped back down to get more. As he dipped and dunked and swirled it through the gunky paint, he heard Discord chuckling again.

“Heh, such a good job you’re doing, Spikey. I imagine that you do this a lot. Don’t you know that a boy that tends to others nails will never make it good? But then again, a little gay boy like you is probably better suited to making the girls in his life look better. No need for you to do it to yourself; it’s not like you’re looking to get their attention.”

It was all Spike could do to keep from throwing that bottle at the big scaly foot, and staining the whole thing red. He knew if he did, Discord would only make his life a lot more difficult, and he didn’t need that now. He was almost done with one toe, and if he could finish that, he could keep moving on.

Up and down, up and down that scaly sole he went, always finding his way to the gap between the toes and using as much of the paint as he could before having to go back down again. Each time, he got a bit closer, and after four trips, he had one toe painted completely. It was a stunning red, and he sighed in relief; knowing that he had only four trips until the other one was done was something to look forward to.

“But you are good at this, Spikey. My my, I have never seen it painted so well. Perhaps you should be a full time nail and hoof stylist, hmm? It would fit your interests.”

“I’m not -”

“And you’d get to smother yourself in hooves and feet all day, too. Don’t think I didn’t notice how much you loved playing with Rarity’s hooves earlier. Gay boy or not, you are most definitely a pervert beyond measure.”

His cheeks burned at that, and he ran for the bottle, trying to tune out whatever else the embodiment of chaos had to say. It didn’t help that his dick was bouncing and throbbing the whole time, as well, and he tried to ignore the way that Discord’s toes occasionally pushed against him, nudging against it.

I don’t want to be tiny anymore, he grumbled. It was a fun fantasy, and he had, admittedly, enjoyed the fake Rarity more than he should have. Being pinned like that...he shook his head before he could start daydreaming about it, but it was too late. His dick was throbbing harder than ever, and he swore that it was going to start dripping before long, and the last thing he wanted was to cum on Discord’s foot.

Darting down to get the last bit of paint, he slathered it all over the toe, and then leaped out of the way. Discord spread his toes wider, looking over them with the air of someone that was inspecting something crucial, before letting out a sigh.

“Oh, they’ll do.”

“So much for being excellent…”

“Why, Spikey, did I hear something?”

“Nothing!”

“Hehehe…”

Turning and curving like something made of taffy, Discord’s foot and ankle bent until there was a space at the side for Spike to get by. Unfortunately…

“Could you, uh, lift your foot up a little higher? I don’t think I can get through.”

“Oh, you can. You just have to crawl…”

That’s what he was afraid of. Going under that scaly foot had too many dangers. What if Discord decided to cheat and crush him then and there? What if he was left completely pinned there, never to get through to find the lord of chaos and stop him? What if -

“Come come, you know you don’t have all day. Or do I have to aim a spell towards Rarity’s house, and bring all her mannequins to life?”

That decided him. Spike puffed out his chest and got down on all fours, starting to wriggle forward under that foot. He could feel the spikes on his head and back dragging along the sole, slowing him down, and he winced as the smell started getting stronger around him. Now that he was pinned again - and with his head under the big scaly sole rather than between the toes - he could feel it all around him.

The one good thing was that it wasn’t dripping around him, wasn’t soaking him. It was just a dry smell of a foot, which...he could deal with. He wriggled faster, though, not wanting to spend too much time underfoot.

He wriggled and squirmed, and groaned every time that Discord pushed down a little harder on top of him, but eventually the little dragon made it to the other side. Yanking himself out from under the heel, Spike let out a deep breath of relief.

“There, you see? Not so bad at all, my little foot-loving boy.”

“I don’t - oh, forget it…”

Spike shook his head as he walked down the remaining bit of hallway, seeing a room ahead. It couldn’t be much worse than what he’d already gone through. A clone of himself, a clone of Rarity, goblins of all sorts of candies and perversions, hoof worship, humiliation...what else could Discord have in store for him that could be worse?

He was almost at the doorway into the next room when he paused. Last time he just ran ahead, he got catapulted around and landed in gum.

Better check it this time…

Spike tiptoed to the side of the hallway and edged along the wall, keeping his footsteps light in case there was another trigger to be tripped. The little dragon did find one, right in the middle of the hallway, and felt a small sense of relief that he didn’t have to deal with that one. No more catapulting for him.

When he reached the border of the hallway and the room, he slowly turned to look inside. It looked like a kitchen gone mad, complete with clanging ovens and swaying chairs, a bouncing table and a series of plates running from sink to table and back again. It was complete and total madness, which, he supposed, was fitting.

Shaking his head, Spike started to step into the room when he heard a click.

“Oh, no…”

He jumped back at the last second, and just in time. A pie that was over ten times his size - perhaps a little over twice the size of a normal one - landed on the ground where he’d been standing. He shivered as he saw the hot juices running around from the splatter point, smelling the fruit that had been the filling.

Drip. Drop. Drip.

The sound of more dripping slowly dragged his attention up to the ceiling, and his eyes almost bugged out of his head at the sight.

Sticking to the ceiling were hundreds upon hundreds of similar pies, each one dripping bits and pieces of its filling towards the ground below. Spike could already see the juices starting to run and stick together in little rivers and puddles, forming a sticky mess that he’d have to get through. The thought of wading through even more made his toes curl in disgust, knowing he was already a mess.

But…

But there was no other choice. He could see the door on the wall to his left, and there wasn’t a sign of anyone else yet. If he ran for it, and he didn’t get stuck under a pie, he would be able to get out before anyone else came in.

“Just...just run for it, Spike. You can do it. You can do it.”

Climbing over the pie pan that was in his way, Spike looked around for the best spot to jump to. He saw a clear spot not too far away, and if he kept up a run and jump pattern, he might be able to make it without setting foot in the goo.

“One...two...three!”

Forcing himself off of the pan with a leap of faith, Spike soared through the air before coming down hard on the ‘kitchen’ floor. It was harder than the other rooms, less bouncy and soft. Instead, it was rubbery, like what he saw in some other kitchens, and his claws on his toes sunk into it for a moment instead of pushing him forward.

Grumbling, he ripped them free and started running at top speed. He made it three steps before he heard another click.

He didn’t dare look back. Instead, he pushed himself harder, faster, running to the edge of the juice puddles before throwing himself through the air again. As he leaped, he heard the sound of another pie pan crashing to the floor behind him.

The ceiling’s trapped, he realized. The floor must have different pressure plates that set off the pies to fall from above. If he wasn’t careful -

Click.

He knew the sound, at least. He ran again as soon as he came down, and this time didn’t quite make it. The pie splattered, and some of the fruit came out and hit him in the back. He yowled as he leaped again.

“HOT HOT HOT!”

He ran his hands down his back, trying to push it off, and only getting a moderate success with that. It was so sticky and so syrupy, and if he was normal size and eating it, he would have loved it. As it stood, he had almost been burned, and his back still felt way too hot.

It was against everything that he wanted to do, but Spike forced himself to come to a stop as he landed again. If there were traps in the floor, he needed to find them. If he knew what he was looking for, then he could avoid it, and he wouldn’t be ducking and dodging as much as he already was.

What would the trap look like, though? It was a good question. The floor seemed to be made of exact tiles, each one no bigger and no smaller than the others, and each one a little bit smaller than the pies on the ceiling. It wasn’t all of the tile, obviously; if that was the case, he would have set off a lot more falling pies than he already had. So what -

A ticking sound, barely on the edge of hearing, distracted him. Spike perked up his head, turning it from side to side as he tried to find the source of it. There was no clock in the room, no timer…

Knowing it had to be another trap from Discord, Spike tried to ignore it and keep his attention on the floor. Even as he looked for some sort of different marking on the ground, though, he couldn’t help but be aware of that ticking sound...that slowly growing louder ticking sound…

Ignore it...it’s just Discord playing a trick again, Spike thought, even as his heart started pounding in his chest. He narrowed his eyes at the tiles, shaking his head as it felt like it had gotten a bit darker in the room all of a sudden. But that was impossible. It’d take something big behind him to make that much of a shadow, and he hadn’t heard anything come in. He almost had it; he just needed to -

DIIIIIIIIING!

The sudden ring of a kitchen timer at the volume of the world’s loudest alarm clock made him jump, and as he did, he heard another click. This time, up in the air, he had no way of getting away from it, but it wasn’t a pie coming from the ceiling.

As he looked over his shoulder, he saw what it was. Some giant arm had come out of the floor - almost like the way Discord’s foot had come out of the hallway - and it was swinging a pie down on him like a catapult. He stared at it as it seemed to come down in slow motion, the crust golden brown, the filling a deep red. Cherry? Maybe; it didn’t matter at the speed that it was coming at him.

“Nooooooo!”

His scream didn’t do a thing, as the pie slammed into him and shoved him back down to the floor. The only saving grace was that this one didn’t seem to have a pie pan on the bottom, giving him a chance to ‘swim’ through it and break out through the bottom. Spike pushed himself, hissing a bit at the hot juice filling around him and clinging to his scales, and dug his way up to the flaky bottom of the pie crust.

He had to scratch and bite and claw at it for all he was worth, but soon, he managed to break through the underside. Gasping for breath, he laid himself over the pie, coughing up some of the filling. Cherry. Definitely cherry.

Why? What did I do? Did I just take too long or something?

He didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure that it mattered. Discord was probably making the rules up as he went along, throwing whatever challenges he wanted at Spike, and that left the little dragon having to play catch-up the whole time. He groaned, shaking his head as he laid there, catching his breath. It was probably a bad idea, but there was no way that he could get across the floor yet. He needed a break. He needed -

Crash…

Thump…

Not another one! Come on, just two minutes! Just give a dragon two minutes!

Not that he expected Discord to listen. Spike reluctantly slid further back into the pie, sticking his body into it until only his head was sticking out. It wasn’t much protection, but it was something, and it let him see what was going on around him.

Like last time, a silhouette of a pony appeared in the doorway, and started walking closer and closer. Unlike last time, he knew who it was as soon as he saw the silhouette of her mane, and he shivered.

“Rainbow Dash…”

If the fake Rarity had been selfish instead of generous, he wondered what this one would be like?

It walked in with thunderous hoofbeats, and he saw that the copy was as perfect - and huge - as Rarity had been. He shivered, ducking more of his head back into the pie, and watched as she looked around. Her eyes were shiftier than Rainbow Dash’s ever were, and he started to get an idea of what she was like.

The pony ‘snuck’ along, finding her way to some of the pies on the table. She stuck her head barely over the rim of it, and then bit into each one as she went along. No signs of finishing any of them, just taking a bite out of it so that nobody else could enjoy it. She kept going and going around the table, taking so many bites that Spike thought that her stomach must be fit to burst, until she reached the side of the table nearest him.

Then she looked down at the cherry pie that he was hiding in. She didn’t seem to see him, but he could see her eyes light up the way that she had with every other pie.

Oh, no…

She darted over with her trademark speed, and before Spike could pull himself free, she bit down on the edge of the pie. A large gush of fruit and syrup started flowing out, and the tired little dragon was pulled along with the flow. It felt like he was sliding down a waterfall, a waterfall with a sucking hole at the end of it, and he kicked and screamed as he went.

Most of those screams were turned into bubbles in the syrup, which probably explained why Rainbow Dash didn’t stop slurping the food up as he got closer and closer to her mouth. She chomped and slurped and everything, and he got a close-up view of her teeth and tongue as she pulled him closer and closer by complete accident.

By sheerest luck, he managed to slide past her teeth and onto her tongue, rather than getting chomped. Even so, he realized that he had a different problem. Her throat loomed before him, a great gaping chasm that could swallow him hole. The dragon yelped, whipping around and grabbing hold of the tip of Rainbow’s tongue, holding it tight.

Then, he realized there was one more problem. His cock, still throbbing hard, was placed against the warmest, wettest, slipperiest thing that he’d ever felt, and he moaned softly as he slid forward and back along her tongue as she started coughing and hacking.

“Eh? ‘Uh ‘ah’ ‘ey?!”

“Rainbow! Don’t - mmmph - swallow!”

She seemed to chuckle, and he was bounced up and down on her tongue, his dick sliding around despite his best efforts to keep still. The little dragon blushed in humiliation as he realized just how close he was to blowing his load, feeling his little cock rubbed and licked this way. It wasn’t intentional, and he knew that Rainbow Dash would never do this for him for real, but good lord it felt so good…

Suddenly she shoved her tongue backwards, and he almost went down her throat. The only thing that saved him was his deathgrip around the end of her tongue, and the fact that his spikes on his back kept him from sliding along the top of her mouth. She stopped pushing almost immediately, grunting and stomping her hooves - as far as he could tell from the sound - as she couldn’t quite swallow him.

That didn’t mean her tongue stopped pushing, though. She kept nudging him, rubbing him with it, and his grip faltered as she kept finding new spots to rub. Her tongue covered his whole body, leaving him slimy and wet, but clean of food in short order. He could feel everything, every little bit of her tongue rubbing on him from his feet to his head, and so very wet and warm between his legs. Spike gasped, shivering as his little hips twitched and -

“AH!”

She used that to slam her tongue down, and he lost his grip. Immediately she started trying to swallow him again, and he slid along her tongue almost to the back of her throat before he grabbed her again, not daring to let go. His claws dug in, and he shivered as he saw that it did sink into what felt like flesh. If this was an illusion, it was a good one.

That finally seemed to be enough to get her to give up. Rainbow coughed again, and leaned her head forward. Spit flowed over his back, and Spike went flying out of her mouth - sliding along her tongue all the way - as she got rid of him.

He hit the ground relatively hard, but not quite enough to stun him. Either he was getting better at taking hits, or she hadn’t been as rough as some of the other things in the house. Spike groaned as he pulled himself to his feet, dripping pony drool, as he turned around.

“Thanks for...not eating me.”

“Spike, you think I’m gonna eat you? Nooooo. That’s not something I do. It’s not, you know, cool.”

“Well...you felt like you were trying.”

“Why would I do that? I wouldn’t eat a friend…”

The shifty look was back. Not quite one that was an outright lie, but something that was sneakier, like someone trying to get his trust. Spike wasn’t buying it, not for a second, not for an instant.

“Heh, mind if I take a load off, Spike?”

“Huh? Yeah, go ahead…”

He wasn’t paying attention, instead shifting his glance towards the way out. It was only a few dozen steps away. If he could keep her from coming after him, it would be a straight shot to the next room. And he thought he could hear the sound of Discord laughing just down the hall.

This time, he noticed the shadow coming over him, and he turned around at the last minute to see what it was. Rainbow Dash’s blue butt was coming down fast, and he could see both of her holes - something he normally didn’t try to look at - looking wide and open as they came down towards him. If she couldn’t eat him with her mouth, she looked like she was going to try with her other holes.

Spike jumped out of the way, rolling through blueberry juice dripping from above, and Rainbow’s butt smacked down hard into the puddles near where he’d been. As she pulled her butt back up, it looked like it had been painted in fruit juice.

“Ah man, that’s not cool, Spike. You were supposed to stay still.”

“Why? I thought -”

“Hey, I just say these things. I don’t actually mean them. Besides, being loyal to friends is so not cool anymore.”

He jumped again as she backed up and tried to sit on him once more, and knew that this couldn’t go on for long. He was already too exhausted to keep this up for more than a few more jumps, while Rainbow was someone that could keep going all day long. If he didn’t find some way to take her down or pin her in place, he was as good as gone.

She slammed her rump down again and again, and after three successful dodges, he finally slipped. Falling on his back, he had a front-row seat as her butt came down right on top of him, grinding back against the floor until his legs slid between her rump cheeks, and he felt his toes slip down against her hole.

“No, no, no!”

Desperate to avoid getting ‘eaten’ by either of her holes down there, Spike grabbed hold of the one thing that could save him. Her tail. The rainbow strands were strong enough to hold his weight, and he pulled on it hard, trying to drag himself to freedom.

“OW! Hey, dork, that’s my tail! Let go!”

She yanked back with her tail, but Spike’s grip was strong enough that she just managed to yank him free. He held tight to it as she whipped it around, trying to get him to let go, but he knew that this was only a small holding action. He needed something to end this, and soon.

Back and forth, back and forth the tail went, until finally she whipped him up in the air. He went flying as the tail cracked and he lost his grip, screaming as he went shooting towards the ceiling, barely missed the pies, and then back down down -

“OOF!”

Right on top of her head. She reared back, and he grabbed onto her ears desperately as she took off, flying around the room and pulling all sorts of acrobatics to try and throw him off.

“Heh, you’ll get off soon, Spike. Either you’ll get sick, or you’ll lose your grip. Then what are you gonna do, huh? You can’t stop this from happening. You’ve always been a bit of a wimp, and I’ve always been better than you.”

Just...gotta...hold on…

Spike pulled on the ears a bit, trying to get to a better position, and was nearly knocked off of her head as she took a sudden turn. He almost thought she was trying to surprise him, and then noticed it had been in the same direction he pulled. The little dragon blinked, and then slowly smiled.

Got you now…

With a strength born of desperation, Spike yanked on her ears in the direction of the nearby wall. Just as he’d hoped, Rainbow followed the tug and slammed into it hard enough to send her head flying through it. It was just enough to let him into the hallway, through a bit of a side room, and he panted heavily on top of her head.

“Better...no way...maybe the real Rarity...but not you.”

The pony statue under him didn’t have much to say. It had already gone back to its rocky state, and Spike was happy enough to let that be that. He shook his head as he pulled himself to his feet, and then climbed down the stony features that were left behind. Shock and a bit of pain were drawn all over Rainbow’s face, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was a statue and had been trying to eat him, he would have felt rather guilty about it.

As it was, it was just another room to have finished. He dropped the last few feet after he got past her front legs, and hit the ground with a bit of a thump. He stared at the ceiling as he slumped down the wall, and closed his eyes.

“Just...a little nap. A little nap, and then I’ll check on Discord...Just to...just to get my strength back...that’s all…”

He slumped down til his butt was flat on the floor and his eyes were closed, a couple of snores coming from his mouth as he fell asleep almost instantly. Spike was still a baby dragon, after all, and he had been through more hardship and work in the last couple of hours than he’d done in the last few weeks. It had taken such a strain on his body, and he needed to recover.

Of course, that didn’t mean that the fun house was done with him. Even as he snored, a big chocolate goblin, bigger than any other, walked up to him, and slowly started to lower its dick over his head, the end slowly swallowing him up…..

The End