Discord's funhouse

by mrsupercala

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Comedy, Tragedy, Random, Adventure
Length: 23762

Discord has broken free from his stone prison and has started causing chaos once again and once again the elements of harmony and spike who wants to help this time are sent out to stop him. But just before theres one big problem this time!!!

Discord has broken free from his stone prison and has started causing chaos once again and once again the elements of harmony and spike who wants to help this time are sent out to stop him. But just before they can seal him in stone again Discord hide's inside a giant funhouse he created. Also discord been crafty has made it so the only person who can enter is spike who doesn't have an element. Once in side Discord tells Spike he will gladly return to stone again but only if spike can beat all his games and reach him on the top floor of the funhouse. He also tells spike that he has themed the funhouse and games around Spikes secret Macrophila fetish.Can spike make it through the trap riddled Madhouse and beat discord's games.

Credit goes to draconic on who i commissioned this story from.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-06-10 20:21:17 UTC

Getting In!

**Discord’s Fun House

Chapter 1: Getting In

By Draconicon**

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

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

So…

So why wasn’t Discord afraid?

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh.”

He lowered his hand, and blinked.

“What the heck?”

“Tha’s what I was thinking, Spike.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gosh darn it! He put up a spell…”

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

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

Still…

Spike walked up to the front door.

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

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

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

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

“Why not?”

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

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

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

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

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

“...What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N-no. I’m not all alone. I’m just…”

“Scared? Nervous? Horny?”

“What?”

“Nervous?”

“No, what was...huh?”

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

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

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

“Price of - OW!”

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

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

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

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

“What…”

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

“I’m not a pervert. I -”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, that wasn’t so - HUH?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chocolate rain, again?”

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

“Well, I was hoping…”

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

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

Plop.

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

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

Time to run.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not gay!”

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

“What -”

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

And then...then they came.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t want to -”

SPURT!

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

“No, I don’t...don’t make me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

BOOOM!

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

“Thanks, Gay Boy!”

“I’m not gay!”

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

Don’t tell me I have to…

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

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

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

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

“Oh man...I don’t need this…”

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

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

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

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

Then, the big latex Spike turned towards him.

“Hehehe...look. The little me.”

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

“Looks like I got something to squish.”

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

Go down, you stupid thing!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not like that! I’m not a freak!”

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

“That’s...I don’t…”

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

And…

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

Like a balloon getting plugged…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not...mmmph...gay…”

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

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

“Gay…”

“I’M NOT GAY!”

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

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

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

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

The End

(That’s the end of chapter 1.)

Gumshoes

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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

Pie In The Sky

**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

Final Humiliations

**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