Discord's funhouse

**Discord’s Fun House

Chapter 4: Final Humiliations

By Draconicon**

Mmmph...five more minutes…

The familiar excuse of every kid that wanted more sleep through all of existence popped into his head as he felt something rubbing him, shaking him. Spike shook his head, trying to roll over in his bed, but the pressure never stopped. The little dragon groaned, trying to think of something to make Twilight - or whoever was waking him up - go away, but he was too sleepy to come up with anything good.

“Mmmph…”

He tried to roll over again, but this time the grip was too strong, keeping him in place. Grumbling, the dragon licked his lips a few times and started opening his eyes.

“Fine, I’m up...I’m…”

Several things occurred to him all at once. First, he wasn’t at home, but still in the middle of Discord’s fun house. Second, he wasn’t napping in his bed, but was somehow pushed upwards, upright. Third, he wasn’t wrapped in blankets, but in some shadowy thing that had him pinned from the neck downwards, and while it was warm, it was also very, very wet.

Spike immediately started squirming, throwing himself from side to side in a desperate attempt to get free of this strange bondage, but nothing worked. He was pinned, completely, and the most he could do was wriggle up and down. He didn’t dare do that too much, as too much wriggling would draw him down into the middle of this strange shadow, and who knew if he would be able to get out of it again.

“Oh, my, my, Spikey, are you awake already?”

Discord. Of course it was Discord. Everything in this house could be traced back to him if one looked hard enough, but Spike had thought that he’d picked a good spot, just out of the way enough to catch a nap so he wasn’t completely exhausted when he finally got to the boss.

Apparently not.

He tried to turn his head, but he was so trapped that he couldn’t even do that. All he could do was stare straight ahead, looking down and around something suspiciously rounded, with a hole in the tip for where his head stuck out...and a long tube running down…

Oh my gosh…

“Hehehe, that’s right, Spikey, you’re a whole new kind of prisoner for me today. You’re riding along in my dick. How’s it feel? Warm? Comfy? Cozy?”

“Get me out of here! Get me out, get me out, get me out!”

Barely caring about the consequences, Spike threw himself into his struggles again, pushing and kicking at anything that came anywhere near to being a handgrip or a foothold. The folds inside of the shadow penis that held him offered him some little bits of grips, and he started finding them with his toes, shoving himself upwards inch by tiny inch.

He managed to get his shoulders out of Discord’s cock before a shadowy finger pushed down on his head, shoving him back down a little bit, holding him in place.

“Ah ah ah. I didn’t say that you could just leave.”

“Please, don’t make me keep doing this. This isn’t fair! I don’t want to be like this...I’m just a little dragon…”

“Ah, but you’re a little dragon that thought he could be a hero. You know, heroes do a lot more work than most people think. Why did you think you could do anything, Spikey? You are so useless to your friends, always making them come back for you, always making them help you. Why, if it weren’t for Twilight and the others, you wouldn’t ever be seen. You’d just be a little baby dragon that hadn’t even hatched.”

Spike shivered at the accusation, but more from the moisture that was creeping up against his toes. He was already slimy from everything that Rainbow Dash had done, and he knew that Discord could probably end him in a second. If he got much wetter, heck, he might even end up sliding down this cock before he could save himself.

But he hadn’t yet, which meant that he still had a chance.

“So...why aren’t you stopping me?”

“Because, little dwagon, there are rules. Little rules that make it so you have a chance. However tiny - tinier than you, really - they are still there.”

“So...what are the rules to this game?”

“Oh, very good, very good. You’re figuring it out already.”

“Don’t be so...so…”

“Condescending? Patronizing?”

“...Yes.”

“Sorry, but they come with the package.”

The shadow finger lifted from his head, and Spike was able to take a better look around. He could see that it was Discord’s shadow form that had been following him all over the place, though it looked much darker and more solid right now than it did before. Almost like the latex version of himself that he’d had to deal with, except more sinister. Spike lowered his head, not wanting to antagonize the embodiment of chaos if he didn’t have to.

Discord reached around him, his more leonine paw wrapping around his dick and giving it a couple of squeezes. The sensation squeezed through to Spike, and the little dragon gagged softly as he was suddenly deprived of air.

“I’ve been watching you and all those statues having so much fun. And I thought, why am I letting them do all the playing? I should get in on this too. So, you are going to have to help me out a little bit before I let you get to the back end of the fun house.”

“H-how?”

“Simple. All you have to do is get me to climax. Cum, in terms that your little dwagon brain would understand. But considering how good you’ve been treating those goblins, those girls, and those dicks, you probably know exactly how to do that by now. At least, you should; otherwise, you’re a pretty shameful little gay dragon, aren’t you?”

His protest about not being gay died on his lips. There wasn’t much point of pushing that argument anymore; not because he’d changed his mind, but because he knew that the other male wouldn’t listen. Discord had already formed his teasing opinion, and the mockery would never stop. Better to save his breath.

He glanced down at the cock around him. It wasn’t tremendously huger than him, considering that he would have been able to hug about half of it if he’d been outside of it. Thickness wise, anyway, it was about the size of a reasonably sized tree compared to him. Length-wise…

That was where the problem was. The thing was huge, that way, and he knew that if he worked at the tip alone, he’d probably never do more than get the tip stimulated. While that might be enough, he wouldn’t put money on it, let alone risk Ponyville and Equestria.

As he kept thinking, Discord yawned.

“I wouldn’t make me wait too long, little Spikey. The world is changing as we speak, and you know that the people out there don’t like my changes.”

“I know, I know!”

Spike knew that there wasn’t much choice. Even as he cringed at thinking of doing it, he sucked in a deep breath and forced himself down the big dick around him. The hot shadow flesh wrapped tighter around him as he pulled his head inside, and soon he was surrounded by the smell of hot cock musk and thick salty pre. He groaned as he pushed himself further and further in, feeling the gloppy flesh pushing around him and keeping him down, but he never stopped.

Down, down, down he went, until his legs were utterly submerged in the dragon muck that was coming up from way down below. It was somehow worse than dealing with the other goblins and such, as at least they were candy, and they didn’t taste or smell like this. But here…

“Hehehe, look at you, Spike. Such a trooper, embracing dick for the good of millions. Oh, what a sacrifice your friends will see it as...if they didn’t already know you were a little gay-boy that loved dick, that loved being a little pervert.”

He whimpered at the teasing, trying to ignore it as he squirmed all over the place, grinding his body, his spikes, his scales, even his perpetually hard dick against the insides of Discord’s cock. He could feel it getting stiffer and wetter, but he knew that wasn’t going to be enough. He needed to make it better for the big guy.

Groaning, he slowly stuck out his tongue and started licking against the inner walls of the chaotic cock. The first taste of the slime that coated it left him gagging, but he kept licking over and over, dragging his tongue from one part of the shaft to another. Each wall seemed to be utterly soaked in pre, and seemed to ooze it rather than get coated in it.

As his tongue was saturated with the taste of the vile stuff, he could hear Discord’s words slowing down, getting more...moany. Less dismissive, more eager.

Please, don’t take too long…

Spike went to town, licking and almost swimming through the pre that was slowly rising up the shaft. Despite his best efforts, it carried him with it, pushing him further and further up towards the head. He gripped at the walls of the shaft, squeezing them so that he could stay where it was working, and he felt it start rising up around him. Soon, he was completely covered in the shadowy pre, and he had to hold his breath for more than just keeping the smell out.

Lick, lick, lick. All over the fleshy walls around him, he licked. He dragged his claws along it, kicked against it with his feet. Nothing he did seemed to hurt Discord, and only seemed to make him more and more eager for the stimulation. The walls started to clench around him, and he pushed harder, trying to keep what little freedom he had.

It didn’t matter. The walls kept spasming, pushing, squeezing. It was like he was being sandwiched between two much huger stallions, kept between them and held down like the helpless dragon that he was. He desperately tried to go faster, tried to do more, until -

“MMmmph!”

The sudden moan was the only warning that Spike had before he was launched out of the chaos creature’s cock like a cork out of a bottle. He screamed as he went flying through the air, only to come down hard on the hallway floor.

He was so dazed that he couldn’t even get up as Discord started spraying him with shot after shot of thick, mucky cum. Spike just laid there, almost swimming in the stuff by the time that his captor was done, and he barely moved as the shadow laughed behind him.

“Ahhahaha, that was good. You are very, very talented in handling cocks, Spike. You should be doing this full time.”

“Screw...you…”

“Ah, Spike, you don’t know how right you are...but you’ll see soon. I’m not too far away now. Just come along down the hall, and you’ll be seeing me soon.”

The shadow giggled, almost, as it floated over him and went out of sight. Spike groaned as he slowly slithered out of the pile of cum that he’d found himself in, feeling the strings of it weighing him down. His feet squelched against the hardwood as some of it stayed between his toes, just enough to make him gag at the feeling.

Despite his utter disgust, his cock still wouldn’t go down. Spike didn’t bother covering it anymore - after all, Discord had just crossed a big line, and it wasn’t like hiding it did him any good - but he still blushed as he walked down the hallway. The feeling of it slapping against his thighs didn’t feel bad, after all, and it was keeping him very hard.

And that was part of the humiliation. He just hated the thought that Discord could think that he enjoyed this. The fact that he was hard didn’t mean a darn thing. Most people would be, after being hit with this much magic, after being pushed through so much sex; that wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t a pervert, and he had tried to get out of all of this without actually doing anything. Discord was the one that made him do this. Discord was the one who was a pervert.

Spike kept telling himself that as he kept walking down the hallway, trying not to think of what would be coming next. He knew that it wouldn’t be easy; so far he’d just been dealing with statues and those things that Discord kept making. The candy goblins, whatever they were. Whatever the big man had planned for him in the final room...he didn’t want to think about it, but he knew that if he didn’t have a plan, he would be screwed.

What did he know about Discord? Aside from the fact that he controlled chaos and could be the biggest dick on the planet, not very much. All he knew was that the big guy seemed to love humiliating everyone that he came across, making their lives harder, making everything more difficult. It was like living with the embodiment of Poison Joke.

Yet, at the same time, there didn’t seem to be any of the weaknesses of someone that was purely random. He was too smart for that. So, what could Spike do against someone that was both powerful and smart?

I really, really wish Twilight was here. Maybe she could think of a plan. All I can do is suck dick, apparently…

Hanging his head, Spike kept up the slow, steady walk towards the end of the hallway. He could see the light of the room ahead, and he could just make out the edge of a chair. Probably some old armchair where Discord would sit and mock him while he faced his last test. Spike was determined not to let it get to him, though.

He picked up his pace, hurrying down the hardwood floor. Surely, there’d be no traps this time around. He’d made it through all the others, and Discord wouldn’t want one this close to his home base. He’d be -

As soon as he stepped into the room, a massive shadow loomed over him. Remembering what happened last time, Spike leaped forward as fast as he could. Even then, the descending white rump almost caught him, and only the unnaturally slick nature of Discord’s cum let him get out from under it in time, sending him shooting across the floor like a greased pig.

He hit the ground hard, the dragon groaning from the impact. Despite wanting nothing more than to cuddle his tummy from the blow, Spike forced himself to his feet and started running. Whoever that butt belonged to, they sure as hell weren’t going to give him a second chance here. His first step, however, turned into a slide, and he started windmilling his arms to keep from losing his balance right off the bat.

Sliding around the front of the armchair, he saw that his guess had been right. Discord sat there with a pair of reading glasses on, looking through a book. He barely glanced up, and even then it was more amused than anything as Spike slid right on by, powered by the seemingly frictionless nature of the goo on his feet.

As he came around the other side, he found himself face to face with a giant copy of Celestia. There was none of the kindness in her eyes that he was used to seeing, none of the loveliness that she showed to her subject. Instead, there was almost a madness there, a need for...something.

She turned around as he came by, facing her rump towards him. Her tail flicked up, and Spike almost gagged as her feminine rear and all the lovely lady parts suddenly transformed, flickering over to a more gaping stallion hole and sweaty, leathery parts that hung further down.

“No, no, no!”

He screamed as she started lowering her rump again, and he forced his other foot down, trying to skate ahead of the big, rounded thing. It slid down just behind him, hitting the ground hard enough to send shockwaves through it, and nearly hard enough to make him lose his balance as he started sliding around the front of the chair again.

“Make her stop!”

“Why should I? She is your queen, after all.”

“She’s a princess! There’s a difference!”

“Ah, but she still deserves some pleasure, does she not?”

Spike groaned as he was swept around the chair again, just in time to see the stallion parts change back to mare parts again. That was somewhat better, but he had no idea if it would stay that way. The fact that it was so variable…

He blushed as she wiggled her hips at him, showing off that much tighter mare hole, her winking slit…

No, don’t think of her that way. Don’t start, you’ll get harder than ever, and then you won’t be able to do a thing.

When he opened his eyes again, she was already sitting down. He yelped and pushed himself harder, faster than ever, trying to get out from under her. This time, he felt the edges of her rump pressing down against his back, giving him a sudden ‘boost’ across the floor from the near squish. She was getting better at aiming.

As he swept in front of the armchair again, Discord had his feet up and Spike almost tripped over them. His momentum was such that he barely had enough time to sweep himself further out to the side.

“Please! I don’t want to get squished, or pulled into her butt…”

“Oh, you won’t. Well, unless she’s a male at that point.”

“I thought it was just you and me!”

“It will be, Spikey.”

Discord flipped a page.

“As soon as I’m done with this book.”

“Discord!”

He was moving too fast to turn away as he flicked around the chair again, and he was starting to think that the cum on his feet was making him spin towards Celestia anyway. He kept gaining speed, and he managed two or three more laps before -

SLAM!

She finally had the aim to get him. Spike groaned as he was knocked onto his back, his body pinned underneath the princess’ heavy, fleshy rump. She had her butt hole right in his face, the pucker looking almost like a donut this close up, and he shivered as it puckered right over his nose. It was like it was trying to kiss him, in a way.

Then she shifted, and he was looking up at a much bigger, much more open male butthole. The smell of sweat coming off of it left him gagging, even coughing, and he could feel the slit that had been so near his cock be replaced by a heavy, hanging pair of balls. They drenched his legs and his groin with sweat, and he groaned in complaint.

“Noooo…”

“Oooooh, I’ve always wanted a dragon under my tail…”

That’s not...how Celestia talks…

It didn’t matter. The princess - or prince, at the moment - pushed back, and he felt his head get shoved right against her butt hole. It spread over his head, so wide and open that he found himself starting to slide in without any sort of resistance. Spike shuddered, trying to put out his arms to stop himself, but it was so slick and so wet and so wide that there wasn’t much he could do.

He was in up to his shoulders when it suddenly squeezed down on him again, pinning him in place. The smell went down, becoming far, far milder, and he realized she must have become female again.

He even felt his body starting to slide back out, as if she was pushing him out, and he let out a sigh of relief. A sigh that was muffled by the inside of her butt, admittedly, but it was still something.

Halfway out - with the bottom part of his face pushed out of her rim - it suddenly opened again.

“Oh, no!”

Spike was faster this time, managing to push his hands against the edges of her butt, but it was only a delaying action. He could feel her - him? - pushing down on his body, slowly sucking his head back in. He knew that if his shoulders popped back into her hole, then it would be game-over for him. He would be stuck for good.

He managed to hold out until she turned female again, and the sudden wetness against his legs left him slipping. The dragon didn’t quite manage to get out from under her, but he did manage to get all the way down to her sexier hole. She pushed down, sandwiching his body between her pussy lips, but Spike didn’t mind that...so much.

“Mmm, look at you. So very -”

Poof!

“Teabagged!”

Spike gagged and groaned underneath the sudden, swollen appearance of Celestia’s balls. They were huge, bigger than he remembered Big Mac’s being, and he could feel them squishing the air out of his lungs. They were big enough to cover him from head to tail, and they were sweaty to the extreme. His entire body was covered, drenched in it, and he swore that it was more plentiful than the cum-load that he’d been covered with as he got out of Discord’s cock.

He pushed and punched at them, but it did no good. All he managed was to make them ripple around him, and hear Celestia groan.

Come on...change..change…

It seemed to take days, but eventually, she did. As soon as the balls lifted off of him, giving him a view of her pink insides again, Spike shoved himself along the floor. He barely managed to get out from under her in time, and he ran around the chair again, with the big-bootied princess in hot pursuit.

“Make her stop! I’ll do anything!”

“Oh, I know.”

Discord chuckled as he kept reading, and Spike whimpered as he saw that butt coming for him faster and faster. He glanced up, looking at the title of the book in the embodiment of chaos’ hands. It was titled as The Mousetrap, something he recognized.

“The butler did it! The end!”

“Hmmm?”

Even as Spike ducked around to the other side of Discord’s legs, trying to buy himself some time, Celestia’s constantly changing butt chased him around, thumping down against the ground like a jackhammer from hell. The little dragon ran with his arms flailing and his heart pumping as Discord flipped to the last page.

“Well, darn, you’ve spoiled it for me now.”

“Tough! Make her stop!”

“Oh, very well.”

Discord snapped his fingers, and suddenly, the bombardment of celestial booty came to an end. The copy of Celestia reverted back to being a statue, and Spike was able to come to a halt, panting and gasping for breath. He leaned against the back of the armchair, sucking air.

That had been too close. Even now, he could still smell the rank odor of balls all over his face, mixed with the stench of Discord’s shadow cum. Even if he took a shower now, he knew that it would be forever getting this crap off of him. He groaned under his breath.

What would Twilight and the others think, seeing him like this? He was supposed to be in here, as a hero, to stop Discord and make Equestria safe again. Instead, he’d been attacked and molested and generally made a fool of the whole way here...He wasn’t a hero. Not the sort that anyone would look up to.

“Spikey-wikey…”

And there was still him to deal with. Spike slowly turned, seeing Discord looking down at him from the top of the chair.

“You know, it’s not very nice to spoil the end of a book for someone. I think you need to learn a lesson.”

“Haven’t I learned -”

Discord flipped over the chair faster than he could believe, and in the space of a second, the more draconian foot that the chaos lord had slammed down on him. He was trapped between the toes - the painted toes, actually - again, and he groaned.

“- enough…”

“Not if you’re still acting like this.”

Whimpering at the view between Discord’s legs as the bigger male squatted down, Spike tried to keep his eyes locked on his captor’s eyes. It was rather hard to do, though, because that dick kept throbbing upwards, trying to intrude into his view.

“You see, Spikey, you still think that you can stop me. You know that there’s never been much chance of this. All you could do is run around and make yourself look like a pervert. All you could do was run through my fun house while I had my fun with Equestria. Shall I show you some of what you’ve been missing?”

“Do I get a choice?”

One of the big, scaly toes bopped him on the head, hard enough to leave him dazed. By the time that he recovered, the dragon had little choice but to stare at the portal that Discord had opened for him.

It showed the city of Ponyville, where all of the buildings had gotten up on stilt legs and walked away. It showed the fields, where plants were growing ponies, and where the ponies were having to be harvested for -

“And you call me a pervert?”

“Like knows like, little Spikey.”

Shifting away from plants sucking on stallion cocks, he moved the view over to where Twilight and the other girls were changing things back, bit by bit, but the changes were moving faster than they could keep up with. Even Canterlot was getting affected, with the domes on the buildings and castles turning into unbreakable bubblegum bubbles.

It was like the world was coming to a chaotic end, and he shivered at the view.

“What...why are you showing me this?”

“Because I want you to see just what you’re dealing with, Spikey. You’re not a hero. You’re not even a little distraction. You’ve been playing my game from the very beginning, working through my puzzles, working through my obstacles. All for my amusement. Do you think that you’ve been really winning back there? The only reason that the different copies stopped was because I’d gotten bored with them and wanted to see you do something else.

“I am the real king here, Spikey. And no little gay-boy dragon would ever be able to actually beat me.”

It...was more possible than Spike wanted to admit. The dragon knew that each of the encounters had been something he’d technically ‘won’, but what if Discord was telling him the truth? What if he hadn’t actually done something to stop any of them, but the chaos creature had simply gotten bored?

What if...what if he wasn’t good at anything?

Discord smiled above him, and Spike groaned as that scaly foot pressed down harder on him, grinding down on his little dick.

“Look at you. Spikey-wikey, the little dwagon with the little dick. Not worth much, but certainly good at putting on a show for other people. Is that what you do for Twilight and the others? Shimmy around, put on a show until they’re bored? Is that how they use you? Is that how they see you?”

“They…”

He blushed, knowing that it was one of those fantasies that Discord was probably pulling out of his head, and he looked away.

“Oh, what’s the matter, Spikey-wikey? Afraid of the truth? Afraid of being useless? Afraid of never being able to stop me?”

Wait…

Spike remembered that the whole thing had started with someone needing to go into the fun house, that Discord had said that directly. That they had to get to him to beat him, and…

“Wait...You didn’t lie earlier...you said that I had to get here, and then I could get you to leave...I made it here! I got through all your tests.”

“Oh, darn it. I was so hoping you wouldn’t remember that.”

“So...I am a hero! I made it here. I managed to get you!”

“Well, you’re half-right, Spike. You made it here.”

The big foot lifted off of him, but before Spike could pull himself away, it was replaced with a very, very big dick. Just as big as the shadowy one that he’d been in before, but this one was much more potent. The smell on it was reminiscent of a number of orgasms, and he shuddered as he fought his gag reflex as the head was shoved along his body, all the way to his nose.

“You have to do one more thing before I’ll go away. Of course, that’s going to be easy for you, little pervert. All you have to do is suck a real cock.”

“Why...Why make me do this? You know -”

“All ‘heroes’ have to do things that they don’t want to, Spikey-wikey. Do you really think that you’d be that different? Oh, I could have made it all sorts of ‘normal’. Monsters for you to slay, titans for you to vanquish...but you wanted that. You wanted a normal adventure. That wouldn’t have been any good for me.

“So, instead, we’ll have you be a pervert. And perverts, Spike, only win in one way.”

Shivering, the dragon looked at that huge cock looming over him, knowing that it was going to be shooting all over his face, and knowing that he couldn’t get around this one. Just like the shadow, this test was something that he couldn’t avoid. The cock tip nudged against his lips again.

“Make me cum, gay boy.”

He had no choice. Spike wrapped his arms around the head - as far as he could, anyway - and started licking along the opening. The first lick filled his mouth with pre, and with a little old cum. He gagged immediately, but kept dragging his tongue along, hating the fact that he was starting to get used to the taste.

Moving along the opening, he kept flicking his tongue at the most sensitive looking bits of skin, trying to find the parts that would give the chaotic creature the most pleasure. He didn’t bother making it gentle; his claws grabbed and squeezed, and he occasionally bit into the flesh. All that did was make Discord moan a little bit more, and Spike feel that much more humiliated that even the bits of fighting back he did seemed to turn his enemy on.

He started to climb along the head, grinding his body against it like a little...slut. Spike bit his lip as he realized what he was doing, but he kept telling himself the same thing.

It’s for the good of Equestria. It’s for the good of Equestria. It’s for the good of Equestria.

And he knew that it was darn well not for himself. He hated it. He hated it so much that he wanted to throw up at what he was doing. Discord’s magic was what kept his cock up, and what made it so that he was grinding it against the opening to the bigger dick.

Soon, he found himself getting covered in pre, his body getting slick, wet, and shiny. It was like he was getting oiled up for some sort of dance in one of the big cities, a thought that he quickly pushed out of his head. He had to keep moving, keep grinding, but he hated how it made him feel.

It didn’t take long before Discord had grabbed the bottom of his cock, holding it and thrusting against it. Each movement almost threw Spike off, but at the same time, it also ground the head of the big guy’s cock all over the little dragon. After the first few bumps, he realized that he had an easy way to keep up the stimulation...if he could hold on.

Sinking his claws into the big creature’s dick - and not doing a bit of damage, despite the hard points - he held tight as his body was used as a stimulation cap for the big dick. It throbbed and rubbed against him with every thrust, grinding against him like a cock grinding against a blanket, or against a soft toy. He could feel his lower body getting completely drenched with pre, and he was half-convinced that his legs would never smell of anything but Discord’s musk no matter how many showers he took.

It took perhaps five minutes for his captor to cum. Spike was never so relieved as he was when he felt the twitching through the shaft, the pulses that showed that Discord was about to cum. He held tight, and then -

The gushes took him off-guard from how strong they were. They pulsed and squirted through the shaft before hitting his legs with the force of a charging bull. Spike screamed as he was knocked free, thrown through the air and hitting the ground hard. He saw the flood of white before it hit him, and closed his eyes. It was small protection, but it was his only protection. The heat of it splattered all over him, hitting him from head to toe and leaving him swimming in the glop.

It had to be a minute of it. It had to be. Anything less would have been insane from the amount that poured over him. Spike swam through it to the shallow end, and glared up at Discord as he floated into the air.

“Hehehe, you did good at the end, Spikey-wikey. I guess you’ve finally defeated me.”

“Good! Then get out of here and go back where you belong! Get rid of all the things that you did!”

“Oh, I am. I am. Except for one, teeny, tiny thing.”

“But -”

“I’m sure that your friends can take care of one little thing. After all, you want me to go as fast as possible, don’t you, before I can tell anyone about what happened.”

That was, perhaps, the most terrifying thing that Spike had heard all day. The way that things stood, he’d be humiliated as it was, but if Discord actually blabbed about anything before Spike could come up with a good story, then he would never live it down.

“One thing is fine, it’s completely fine. Just go, now!”

“Hehehehe, as you wish, Spikey-wikey.”

With that, Discord snapped his fingers, and the fun house, the lord of chaos, and all the statues suddenly disappeared. Spike’s eyes went wide as he realized that he was suddenly high up in the air, and started screaming as he fell.

“Waaaaaaaaaaa!”

It felt like he was going to hit the ground when suddenly a burst of light surrounded him. Purple, comforting, familiar light. Twilight’s magic.

Oh thank goodness…

He breathed a sigh of relief, relief that lasted as long as it took to hit the ground.

Then he realized a few more things. First, that he was still covered in cum, and that the girls could all see that. Second, that they were all here and staring at him. Third...that he was still tiny, and very, very, very hard.

The third realization was the one that knocked him out, the dragon fainting dead away at the sheer embarrassment of being seen like that. After everything he had been through, he couldn’t handle anything more.

The End