Author's Note

The first chapter of my first fic, setting up the story line to a clop fic! ~~What has this website done to me?~~

The chapter after this will be where most of the kink stuff comes in, so hold on to your horses ~~innuendo unintended~~ until I get around to writing it.

Deals in the Dark Rarely End Happily

Spike wasn't feeling very lucky today. He had a problem that had been bugging him for months, but even after asking every pony in Ponyville, no one was able to give him a solution to his problem. The problem being that he was having trouble talking to girls.
He had even gone to Zecora's, a zebra witch doctor who lived deep in the Everfree Forest, but all she had to say was, "Don't worry, my shy young drake. Just be true and honest, never fake."

Despite her kind advice, it was far from what Spike needed. The issue wasn't because he was timid, he was friends with six mares for most of his life and had no trouble talking to strangers. The problem stemmed from a more 'intimate' area.

Just thinking about it made Spike sigh as he walked down the empty streets of late night Ponyville. He had been so busy trying to find help that he forgot the time and it was already dark when he realized. So Spike was left alone with his troubled thoughts as he slowly made his way back to Twilight's Castle, his current residence, looking up at the warmly lit streetlights, and trying to enjoy the solitude.

It was interrupted, however, when he spotted a dark figure standing behind and out of the way of a lamp's beam. It was a local pony, he could tell even through the darkness, but he couldn't quite make out where he had seen them before. Stepping into the lamp light, Spike was able to get a much better look at the stranger but still could place the pony.

He, Spike could tell the stallion was a he because of the wide jaw, wore a large trench securely fasten to the waist with a belt that covered most of the pony except for his shiny black shoes. The stallion also wore a hat that covered his face in thin shadows, and due to slight wrinkles around his eye's and mouth, Spike wasn't sure if the hat hid the stallion's hair or if he was bald. The most prominent feature was the strange pair of small spectacles he was wearing, that were completely black, which Spike instantly remembered as being the same kind that blind ponies wore to hide their eyes.

Not wanting to be rude, as well as to prevent himself from spooking the old stallion, Spike loudly said, "Hello," as he walked past. Nevertheless, the stallion just stared at Spike, or at least he would be if he had working eyes. So Spike went on ahead, keeping an eye on the stranger until he was a few steps away.

"Having some girl trouble, are we?" the old stallion said, just as Spike was turning to continue down the road.
Looking back, Spike was a bit unnerved when he saw the supposedly blind stallion turned around to look at him, with a creepy smile on his face. "How did you know that," Spike asked cautiously, ready to run at any moment.

"It's been the talk of the town, wouldn't you know," the stallion answered, looking off into the star-filled night, "the local, and quite famous if I heard correctly, dragon wandering around, asking for help from anyone that can, but always walking away more distressed than before. I take it that you still haven't found your answer, or you wouldn't be out this late like me."

"I guess that's true," Spike replied, still a bit nervous since the stallion's explanation, logical though it was, was still a bit suspicious.
"Well," proclaimed the stallion, taking a step forward which led to Spike taking a step back, "it just so happens that I believe that I may be able to assist you!"

Spike was hesitant, after all, it had been a long day of asking everypony in town with no luck. How could some strange old blind pony possible be able to help him, when even Twilight or Zecora and all her mystic knowledge couldn't help him. Besides, Spike could see that magic was out of the question since the stallion didn't have a horn.

"Thanks, but I don't think you'll be able to fix my problem," Spike argued, believing he was just going to hear more repeated advice on being confident and not to worry too much.

"You mean your 'size' issue?"

This stopped Spike in his tracks. Slowly turning around with a shocked look on his face, Spike saw the stallion still looking away. What the strange stallion said was right on the mark: Spike problem was because of his size, and in more ways than one.

Spike was small, to say the least; standing a full head shorter than the average pony, not to mention being skinnier than a toothpick. It was also past the point where dragon's puberty ended, so there was no chance that Spike would grow any taller. But the real stinger was when it came to where size counted.

Living in a world of ponies, where the average length was a ruler's worth, Spike barely made to four inches hard. Even his balls were on the small to tiny side, being so insignificant that they looked to be about to receded back into his groin. That was, for the most part, the main reason he had trouble finding help; it wasn't something you'd go asking somepony to fix.

"How did you-"

"Ponies say many things," the stallion interrupted, "especially around ponies they think are off in their own dark, little worlds. Some the most hidden secrets aren't so hidden for those that have nothing to do but hear."

"The main thing is," continued the stallion, walking up to Spike and started to pace around him, "for a problem like this, simple magic or potions won't do. A pony's, or in this case dragon's, body tends to reject any changes made to it: treating it the same as a virus or flu. The effects, depending on the spell's power, last for at most thirty minutes; a time far too short for your issue I'm afraid."

"So, it's impossible, then," Spike sigh, about to fully admit defeat.

"I didn't say that," remarked the stallion, turning away from Spike, hiding a sly grin, "after all, you should know better than anyone that impossible doesn't always have to be impossible. Your hatching for example."

Spike knew what the stranger was talking about, remember the story from when Twilight had told him, about how when he was still an egg even Princess Celestia couldn't make him hatch. It was deemed impossible until Twilight was given the chance, and through some miracle and a little help of a Sonic Rainboom he was finally brought into the world. Even after that, he had been witness to countless instances of the impossible being disproven; even by his own hands.

"So, what, you've come up with a new spell that will make me bigger for longer?" Spike questioned, still skeptical.

"No, I'm afraid that would be too difficult. The body doesn't convert magic into flesh as easily as it does to metal or stone. But if the mass were to come from someone else, with a little help from your natural Greed, then..."

"Now you plan on having me take size from somepony else! Sorry, I may be desperate, but I'm not going to take something from somepony else". With that said, Spike turned to walk away.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the stallion apologized, "I didn't mean to offend you. It was only an offer, really. After all, I had thought you'd want to be able to have a pleasurable evening with your dear friend, Rarity before she gets married.

Spike instantly froze, his mind racing with what he just heard. "What!"

Another sly grin spread across the stranger's face, "Didn't you hear? It was obviously the next step for her; after becoming a leader in the fashion industry and a high standing figure, for her to get married to a member of the royal family was just another stepping stone. And I heard rumors that her groom-to-be is a stallion among stallions...and has the largest 'scepter' around."

Spike's vision began to swim as the words flooded into his head. Images of his lifelong crush Rarity, the most beautiful and elegant mare in all of Equestria, being married off to some random high society mook, while also slamming his fat rod down her slender throat. As his thoughts became more and more grim, he even started to imagine himself in the bedroom naked, both of them laughing and mocking his tiny erection and the small squirt of cum that it emits.

After finally banishing those dark thoughts, Spike made up his mind and turned back towards the stallion. "Alright, I'll-"

Before he could even blink, the old, blind stallion was in front of him and had placed his middle finger of his left hand on Spike's forehead. Instantly his world exploded with color and light, whatever magic the stranger was using distorting the reality around the young dragon. The stallion, meanwhile, gave a soft chuckle as his illusion spell worked perfectly.

Faster than before, so fast that Spike's nerves didn't even have time to react, the stallion reached out with his right hand and with its index finger, the tip of which was blacker than even the night around the pair, cut open the dragon's chest and opened it wide. In the same motion, he pulled out a small round object from his coat pocket, it's surface covered in wriggling tendrils, and planted it in Spike's chest, right next to his heart. Then the stranger closed the incision just by rubbing the same index finger over it; all of this happening in the span of a fraction of a millisecond.

Spike, having been released from the spell, felt a bit woozy, but even more so tired. "How...what do I..."

"Don't worry," the stranger said, an even wider grin than the ones before creeping across his face, showing too many teeth for a normal pony to have, "you'll know what to do when the time comes".

With that, Spike eyes closed and he collapsed in a heap on the ground. With a snap of his fingers, the stallion instantly transports the dragon to the castle and into his own bed.

The stranger, completely alone on the dark street, began to chuckle to itself. Then it began to giggle. Then it began to laugh!
As it's laughter grew in intensity the lamps along the road began to flicker and then suddenly burst as the air was filled with chaotic, maddening energy unlike any they had felt before. In the complete darkness, the figure of the stranger began to shift and change, with the sound of snapping and crunching bones and ripping and tearing flesh. As the laughter began to die down, where once an old, blind stallion-looking thing once stood was a long, thin figure as tall as the streetlights.

Where before shone the polished shoes of a well-dress pony, were now the hole covered hooves that resembled a changlings'. The trenchcoat had transformed into a pure white lab coat with a butcher's apron and without sleeves, that showed the forearms had similar holes in them. Gone was the old worn hat, allowing the jagged stump that was the remains of a horn to be visible to the world. But the most striking difference was the absence of the black tinted glass; a pair of glowing red eyes, with pupils in the shape of a decigram, filled with madness and insanity to view the world clearly.

With a final sigh, the monstrosity cracking its joints, letting its bones rotated around after being stuck in that form for so long. Usually, it only used that, and several other different pony shapes, rarely, only enough for each of the forms to develop a place in Ponyville. So no matter where or who he needed to be, the ponies would already have a mental image of a familiar looking pony in their heads, yet still a stranger to them.

That was almost too easy, it thought to itself, looking out at Twilight's Castle, it's eyes easily able to peer not only through the walls to his current subject's room, but also the parasite he had placed inside, which was already starting to grow. Just give them a horrifying scenario, add a little mental pushing to their darker thought patterns, and they become puppets without a single care. Almost makes it no fun!

But the fun had yet to begun, the beast reminded itself as it began to melt into the shadows at its feet. After all, to steal a phrase from a certain deluded draconequus: setting up the dominos isn't the point, it's watching them all fall down!