A Monstrous Hunger

by Malicious_Blight

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Spike, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro, Main 6
Length: 9399

Spike was always shorter than everypony around him, but he figured that would change when puberty came around. Unfortunately for him, things didn't turn out as planned. But that may change when he meets a stranger along the dark streets of Ponyville.

From the moment he was hatched, Spike had to look up to everypony he knew; even the schoolfillies and colts were inches taller than him. He didn't worry at the time, however, believing that as soon as he hit puberty he'd shoot up in size, just like the other dragons. Things didn't work out, with Spike only reaching chest height with the average pony, and somewhere else not changing at all.

Distraught, Spike desperately looked high and low for a solution, asking everypony he knows if they could help, without any results. When everyone he met gave him the same answer, Spike began to feel hopeless, believing that he would forever be a shrimp of a dragon with no hope of ever changing that. That is until he is given an offer by a strange pony: 'If he can't get the size he want's himself, why not take it from others?'

Fetish Warning: Size Theft, Cock Growth, Height Growth, Weight Gain, Hyper, Shrinking, Corruption, Domination, and expect things to get kinkier as the story progresses.

My first fic! Hopefully won't be too bad though it probably will. Feedback and criticism welcome!

Published 2017-01-05 16:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-11-19 04:19:32 UTC

Deals in the Dark Rarely End Happily

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!

The First Step

Author's Note

Sorry about the long wait, had to deal with some troubles at home, but here is the second chapter finally!
Hopefully, I will start updating this story more often so I hope everyone enjoys it.

The First Step

Spike woke up with a start, only to be blinded by the intense morning light coming from his window. He always hated having the most east-facing room in Twilight's castle, but it was outweighed by how many chores he could get done even before the Apple family awoke. Right now, however, he wished he could sleep in for the next few days; his body felt like lead and his mind was swarming with thoughts about his strange dream last night.

Even with how creepy the last part was, what with having his chest ripped open and something inserted inside, what really sent his brain into a tizzy was what the stranger had said to him. He couldn't believe that Rarity, one of his adopted sister's best friends and life-long crush, was getting married, and to Blue-blood at that. Just thinking about it, even if it was just a dream, made him gag.

But sulking on that thought wouldn't solve anything, no matter how much he wished it could, and decided to start on his morning routine to try and clear his mind. As he got out of bed Spike wondered for a moment on the fact he was still wearing his clothes from last night, but quickly figured he was just too tired last night to care and had fallen asleep as soon as he hit his bed. Grabbing some clothes from his dresser he made his way out his room into the vast sprawling hallways of the Crystal Castle towards the washroom.

As he was making his way, he stumbled across Twilight talking excitedly with a pegasus wearing the armor of the Cantorlot Royal Guard. The guard's back was towards Spike, so he didn't realize who it was until Twilight called out to him as soon as he got closer, but when he did Spike instantly felt his stomach drop. Why'd it have to be him!

Standing between him and Twilight was the one guard's pony that had made his life at Cantorlot a living hell: Brash Bolder. He had been one of first few ponies to try and make Spike hatch when he was still an egg, a test to see how a magically gifted unicorn dealt with failure; sufficient to say he hadn't taken it so well and was rejected from joining Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. He had found a place in the Royal Guards, but when he found out that Twilight Sparkle had managed to hatch the dragon egg that he believed caused him to fail, he decided to make her pay.

He couldn't harm her, however, what with Shining Armor being his superior, so he redirected his wrath at Spike instead. Every day was a new torment for the young dragon: tripping him in the halls, filling his bed with spiders and bugs, or beatings that would've left a pony with a normal physic in the hospital. It was only when Celestia sent both Twilight and Spike to Ponyville that he was freed from Brash's bullying. But now, as Spike stared into the face of his childhood tormentor, he couldn't suppress a nervous gulp, which Brash responded to with a sinister smile.

It took Spike a few seconds to notice Twilight was talking to him, and a few more to register what she was saying due to how fast she was talking.

"--I still can't believe this is happening! I had been wondering what was taking Rarity so long at Cantorlot, but with how difficult it is to schedule a wedding, even for someone of high-standing, it kind of makes sense; also Rarity wouldn't stand for anything less than the best for her big day and would have to order so much from across Equestria. The dress alone would take her, she just has to design it herself, a couple weeks to complete, I can't imagine how she plans to get it done in three days, not to mention the process of getting--"

Even after living with the excitable mare for his entire life Spike still had trouble tuning out most of the fluff from her sentences, especially now with how her breast bounced in time with her thrilled hopping inches from his face. While the poor dragon had barely grown at all, the magically gifted alicorn before him had definitely blossomed since leaving Cantorlot; especially after getting her wings. While not as buxom or fit as her friends she was above average just enough to make everyponies, and a particularly embarrassed dragon's, head turn.

Just as he was about to say something Twilight ran off, shouting back about something to do with invitations, leaving Spike alone with his reddened cheeks. He was drawn out of those impure thoughts, however, as his mind snagged on something Twilight had said. Three days...in just three short days Rarity was going to walk down the aisle and be taken away.

With a sharp shove, Spike was taken from his thoughts back into reality, one with Brash standing over him with a wicked grin on his face. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the little pipsqueak from way back. Still the little runt I remember, aye?"

Spike tried to push past him but was again shoved back into the wall, nearly knocking over several vases. Brash had gotten a lot stronger since he last picked on Spike, his body covered with a visible layer of tough muscle and had grown to a full head taller than the short dragon.

"Where do you think you're going, lizard-colt? Running after you dear sweet sister?" Brash taunted, holding Spike against the wall with one hand whilst looking down the hallway where Twilight had left.

"Sweet indeed, though! Man, she got a good ass, a lot better than some of the tail around this shit-hole. Maybe I should stay awhile, see if she'd enjoy a nice mouthful of my dick, make her gag on it. You know what I'm saying?"

Spike was furious, but couldn't do anything about it: Brash was just too strong and he was too weak to stop him. He wished he could turn the tables on the jackass, show him what happens when you bad-mouthed his sister. Just then he felt something shift inside him, like a worm wrapping around his heart, and with a single push sent Brash crashing to the floor, only stopping when he hit the opposite wall.

"What the fuck! You little shit, I'm gonna...gonna...what?"

Spike couldn't hear Brash, his head lowered and steam seeming to pour out of his mouth with each breath, only leaving the hand he had pushed Brash away with hanging in the air palm facing him. A slow fleshy rip filled the air as a small slit opened on Spike's scaled hand, opening to reveal an eye, it's pupil surrounded by flowing red and shaped like a ten-pointed star, which rolled around in it's newly formed socket before focusing on the bully. As it focused on the Brash a wave of energy began to flow from him, in through the eye, and into Spike, both of whom began to change.

The first to feel something was Brash as his body suddenly felt ten times heavier and his mind began to get foggy. He could barely understand what was happening, if at all, as he watched his arms grow thinner and the objects around him start to increase in size. The muscles he had spent long grueling years working as a Royal Guard to obtain melted way leaving only skin and bones, his armor hanging limply from them.

On the other end of the transfer Spike felt his entire being tense up as jolts of power flowed from his arm to his heart, and then radiate outwards. His small frame shot up a couple of inches before steadily growing higher, as his body filled with strength as muscles he never knew he had inflated, bursting out of his clothes. He couldn't believe how good it felt, only barely managing to keep his tongue from lolling out his mouth from pure pleasure, but the show was just starting.

Brash panicked as his groin felt like it was being pulled inward, trying to pull itself back inside. He didn't have long to worry, however, as he felt another pulling this time from the horn on his head. Like a funnel, he could feel his magic pouring from it and into the eye, a visible stream of power flowing through the air, along with a piece of his psyche.

Meanwhile, Spike felt his mind expand, his senses becoming sharper and a small part of him growing larger. He was so focused on how his mind was changing that he didn't notice how the front of his pants began to strain with its new weight. He was only freed when he felt whatever was causing these changes die down before stopping completely.

Spike couldn't believe how amazing he felt but was even more so when he looked down at the pony kneeling in front of him. Where once would've been Brash Bolder, fit bully of a guards pony, now was less than a shadow of himself: his once sleek bulk was replaced with taught pale hide, stretched over slim bones covered in armor several sizes too large for him. Even his eyes looked duller and had lost the smugness that he was once known for. He looked so weak and helpless that a gentle breeze could knock him over...or a now enlarged dragon.

Brash didn't have long to look over his shrunken form, with a lot less emotion for someone who had had most of them siphoned away, as Spike loamed over him, his enlarged shadow completely covering the cowering figure.

"I think it's about time for you to leave...and never come back," he growled in a voice deeper than he remembered. It took a few moments, a swift kick, to get the little runt moving and frantically running down the hall as if being chased by a manticore.

After watching him scurry down the hallway, enjoying the show far more than he would've, Spike immediately ran to one of the castle's many washrooms, stripped (or rather ripped) his clothes off and stood in front of the mirror. Where before he would always dread looking at his reflection, a stark reminder of how puny and short he was, now as Spike began to admire the dragon looking back at him he could only think of one thing. Damn, I look sexy!

He wasn't very good at judging height, but if he had to guess he would say that he had grown a full foot-and-a-half taller, putting him just above average. He had filled out as well, his frame covered in a swimmer's physique, which he enjoyed flexing and posing far too much. Muscles weren't the only thing add, much to his slight annoyance, noticing that his gut was sticking out more than usual, but he figured that could just be due to the extra layer of flesh pushing it out.

Looking past his gut Spike saw something that filled him with so much glee he couldn't help giggling like a school foal: his enlarged member. Wrapping his hand around it, hefting it a couple times to feel how weighty it was, estimating that it was now a decent eight inches; still small compared to the pictures in his magazines and from what he saw the few times he tried to go to the gym. Reaching lower Spike found his sack had filled out to the size of lemons, the scales stretched tight over them but loose enough to let them hang nicely.

Stopping before he lost himself to his new piece, he would've spent the day fondling and jacking it otherwise and looked back to the mirror noticing some other slight changes. He swore that the colors of his scales were darker than yesterday and the spikes along his back had an increase in number and size, not to mention how sharp his teeth had become. When he went to feel their pointed tips he found that his nails had grown as well, looking more like claws than anything else.

Pondering this development for a moment Spike was interrupted by a knock on the door. Just as he was about to open the door he realized he was still nude and quickly wrapped a towel around himself, wondering why he thought exposing himself wasn't a big deal. As the door opened revealing his surrogate sister, he began to worry about how she would react to her little dragon suddenly growing in several ways in just a few minutes.

"Hey, Spike," Twilight said, running a hand through her disheveled hair, "sorry about earlier. I was just so excited about the news, and how much I would need to do to help, and making sure that everyone knew, and who I need to call, and..."

Noticing the blank expression on Spike's face she realized she was rambling again. Pinching the bridge of her nose at how manic she could be sometimes she took a few breaths before returning to her apology. She didn't know that the reason Spike was befuddled was the fact the Twilight wasn't reacting at all to his larger body as if it was just normal.

"Sorry, sorry, it's just so much that I didn't realize that you may need some help with processing this, since...you know...you had a crush on her and...GAH! Why am I so bad at this? Either way, I just wanted to know if you're okay and if you need to talk or...?"

It took a few seconds of Spike processing about what had just happened in the last few minutes, from having a weird dream about a stranger giving him the power to drain ponies of their size and then finding out that somehow it was true, that he didn't realize that Twilight was waiting for him to say something.

"I'm...fine...Twilight. You don't need to worry about me that much. I mean, it was just a young crush, and she was much older than me anyways."

Twilight released the breath she didn't know she was holding, "that's good. Well if you need anything just let me know. I still need to talk to that guard and see if he had gone to the other girls' places to tell them. Where is he, by the way?"

"I think he went back to Cantorlot," Spike lied, surprising himself with how quickly he did. "I think he said something about being needed for a training routine. I can deliver the messages, I wanted to head out anyways."

"Thanks, Spike. That's a load off my plate, though there's still a mountain of work to do. Make sure you get a new suit too, something special for the big day. Everything needs to be ready in three days."

With that Twilight said her goodbyes before flying back down the hall towards the library leaving Spike to dwell on what she had said. Three days until Rarity's wedding and he needed to across Ponyville back and forth delivering the message to everyone. Walking past other stallions who were still bigger and most likely more endowed than he was, but looking down at his hand, with just a thought making the strange eye appear again, he couldn't help but chuckle, which sounded slightly like Brash's just minutes before.

There was going to little change in plans for the upcoming wedding!

-Phase One Complete-

The creature that had been implanted in the dragon had grown quite well since its creation just hours ago.

It had taken the entire night for it fully integrated into the spinal cord, but now it had not only a direct pathway to the dragon's brain but also a support which would make it impossible to remove without damaging the host.

Once firmly rooted it began to spread outwards, wrapping its tendrils around major organs and into the brain.

It didn't take long the host for it to find a suitable subject for the organism, which rewarded the host with plenty of endorphins and other chemicals to make the process all the more addictive.

With some of the extra essence taken from the subject, the organism began to grow more, starting to fuse itself into the host but found the energy lacking.

It doesn't matter, however, since the host would find more sources for the organism to feed on, making both of them stronger and closer together.

-Phase Two Initiated-

Apple of My Eye

As Spike made his way across Ponyville towards Sweet Apple Acres he couldn't help noticing that some of the mares around town were staring at him like never before. While it was only a few glances here and there he could tell that they were admiring his new body, which he had made sure to put display by wearing the tightest clothes he had. It wasn't hard to find any since most of his wardrobe was too small for him now, not that that mattered much anymore.

His once smooth body now rippled with a layer of muscles, stretching out his shirt to the verge of ripping to shreds with a single movement. His legs produced the same result with his jeans, especially around his plump bulge which threatened to break the zipper with each stride. The only blemish Spike could think of was his slight gut but figured that it wasn't as noticeable as the rest of him. Even his tail and wings seemed larger and more powerful than yesterday.

With each glance Spike could feel himself getting more confident in himself, increasing the length of his stride and giving a little flex with each new look. He also began to notice the stallions were starting to stare; even though most were still taller than him they looked like they were filled with envy, with some turning away when they realized Spike was looking at them. This filled the dragon with even more pride, feeling as if today couldn't get any better.

But, thinking back on what had happened since last night, it could definitely get better! Which was why he was heading to Applejack's orchard first, and to the home of one of the largest stallions in Ponyville, Big Mac. Soon to be former largest Spike thought chuckling to himself as he imagines the look on Mac's face when Spike took everything from him.

Spike stopped mid-step, shaking his head when he realized what he had been thinking; Big Mac was not only the brother to one of Twilight's friends but also one of his friends as well! Why would he want to hurt Mac in any way? No, the reason he was going to Sweet Apple Acres was that it was the farthest place from Ponyville that he had to go to today, and after delivering the news to Applejack would head back into town and find someone who deserves getting their size stolen.

Setting his head straight Spike continued on his trek until finally coming to the front gate of Sweet Apple Acres. The sweet smell of apple blossoms drifted through the air as well as the delicious aroma of apple pie, both of which always hanged in the air around the orchard giving it a homely feel. Walking up past the trees filled with ripe apples, the intent for the main house only to hear some loud banging coming from the barn.

"Hello, anyone here," Spike called as he opened the large wooden door, releasing a cloud of hay and dust. While most lighted by a few rays of sunlight coming through the window the place was surprisingly well lit revealing piles of farm equipment and stacks of hay bales. Standing in the center was Big Mac, shirtless like most days, moving several pieces of heavy equipment around like they were nothing.

With just a quick glance Spike realized that he had been wrong earlier: Mac wasn't just the largest in Ponyville, but most of Equestria as well. Mac's body bulge with red-coated muscles, rippling in time with each movement of his body, to the point where even his thick midsection was more bulk than fat. Not to mention the long, wide bulge that ran down one side of his pant leg like he another pony's forearm down his jeans.

Whiping the sweat from his brow, and giving his head a few shakes to get his flowing dirty blond mane out of his face, Big Mac turned to Spike with a wide grin on his face, one that could send mare crazy. "Howdy Spike," he bellowed in his deep gruff voice that mostly only said 'yep', gain vocabulary only towards his closest of friends. "What brings you out this far?"

"I was looking for Applejack," Spike said walking up to the sweaty stallion, getting a whiff of potent musk as he got closer. "Twilight just got a message saying that Rarity's getting married and she wanted me to make sure that the other know."

"Well, that sound pretty nice. Though, sorry for the whole the Rarity bit. Know had a crush on her and all."

"Nah, it's fine. Besides I've got more important things on my mind. Speaking of which-"

"Applejack just needed to grab a few things from the shed over on the West Orchard, but she should be back soon. You can wait here if you like, could use the company."

"Sure," Spike agreed, finding a place to sit down while Mac went back to work. They talk about random topics, game nights and such, but Spike couldn't take his mind off Big Mac, or at least how big he was. He couldn't shake a certain thought: despite his large bulk and impressive package which drove most mare's crazy, he never had any girlfriends of his own.

He had heard that Mac had one up in Starlight's old village, but they mostly just mailed each other a couple love letters every so often. What's the point of being so big if you never used it? He was practically hoarding all the mares' attention and never repaying them for their devotion. His size would be better for someone who would use it for its true purpose: breeding mares and birth a whole generation of strong children; someone like Spike.

Besides, Spike thought as he got down from his seat and slowly crept up behind Mac, he wouldn't mind giving up a few inches for a dear friend...or two...or five!

"Hey, Big Mac! I just remembered I need to borrow something of your's real quick."

"Well sure, Spike," Big Mac answered with a gentle smile as he turned to face his friend, "what do you need?"

"You!" Spike raised his hand, revealing the freakish eye that looked out from his palm.

Before Big Mac could react he seized up as his entire body tensed up, every fiber of his being contracting as if being hit by a lightning bolt. Spike could feel the connection between them form from which energy would flow from one to the other, but this time he found that he understood it better and that he could control it. Remembering how it had felt the first time he took someone's mass he decided to take it slowly to have more time to enjoy the process.

Mac, on the other hand, was finding affair quite painfully; first was his arms as a wave of soreness enveloped them before they began to shrink. His flesh was the quickest to disappear, the pronounced outline of each muscle under his hide slowly smoothing out all while his big, strong hand shrank. Even the bones weren't safe as they too grew smaller and thinner until they looked like twigs sticking out of an overly stuffed snowman.

With a loud laugh, Spike flexed his biceps, watching as it grew larger and larger, reveling in the intense power that was flooding into his limbs. Scales stretched taut over elongating arms and their expanding contents, bursting his shirt's sleeves open, and even his hands filled out to where the dragon was sure he could crush a coconut in his grip. Lastly, a spine sprouted from his elbow a good three inches, followed by several more along his knuckles while his claws did the same.

Next on the menu were the legs and as they started to change Big Mac fell back onto a wall of hay bales, his own pair giving out due to their weakening state. Over-taxed jeans found relief as the once bulky thighs and quads dwindled inside, before falling off completely. It was a wonder they didn't start rattling when they quivered as their owner's fear intensified.

A series of rips echoed through the barn as Spike's pants, already at the breaking point before, gave out under the pressure showing off his impressive legs, which continued to grow longer and thicker. The talons on his feet dug trenches in the barn's dirt floor as they curled in pleasure as power flowed into them. Even his tail joined in the fun, increasing in girth as well as long until it could easily break through a support beam with one swish causing an avalanche of hay.

At the moment Big Mac looked ridiculous: while his torso was still as buff as always it was offset by the tiny pair of arms and legs he now sports, but Spike, being the generous dragon he was, decided to even things out a bit. Grimacing at the pain of having his insides squeeze by his contracting frame, Mac could only watch as his proud pecs deflated before his eyes and even his large gut, produced by years of lifting tons of apples and wrestling unruly pigs, wasn't exempt from the treatment. It wasn't long before the once ripped and buff stallion was reduced to a pathetic shrimp lying on the floor looking over himself in horror and bewildered as to what had happened.

While Mac was still getting over his transformation Spike was again racked by his as his shirt exploded off him in a shower of strained threads. He couldn't stop himself from flexing, feeling how strong and powerful he was becoming with it growing more by the second; even while his gut bulged out further he no longer thought of it as a negative but as a display of masculinity and strength. Only when his wings touched the ceiling of the barn that he noticed that they had grown as well, their tips pushing the wooden beams outward with immense power.

Looking over himself Spike found his new form pleasing, especially when, to test his new strength, he picked up a large bar of metal that was one of four which held up a generator with his tail, sent it flipping through the air, caught it with one hand, and then bent it as easily as if it was made from wet clay. He felt something was missing, however, like he had forgotten something. It was only when he looked back at his victim he realized what; because of both of their change in size both Big Mac and Spike were only clad in their underwear and while Spike's had a proud bulge Mac, on the other hand, was still leagues larger in both length and girth with his balls easily outmatching his tormentor. Seeking to rectify this slip of his mind Spike gave a quick mental tug on the connection between them prompting a yelp of surprise from Mac who had hoped the process was over.

Groaning with a mix of pleasure and pain Mac's cock strained against its confines, a tingling numbness spreading over both it and his nuts, only to suddenly shoot down several inches. With every heartbeat it grew shorter and thinner, all while his balls were being squeezed smaller forcing a stream of pre, up through the shrink shaft of Mac's member staining his loosening boxers. It wasn't long before Mac was down to half his original size, and it only continued to worsen with every second that past.

Meanwhile, Spike could only moan with euphoria, his eyes rolling back in their sockets, as his bait-and-tackle began to tingle as well, but with the opposite effect. It started with every vein along his phallus' surface engoring on a mix of blood and magic before it started to throb rhythmically, each pulse added inches upon inches of new length and increased girth. Wobbling with seed Spike didn't have to look to know that his sack was also growing as well, inflating with both size and virility, causing an elevation in productivity and a boom in sperm. Without thinking his mighty hand reached down and fondled his expanding package, running up and down his growing sausage.

At the end of his rope, Mac started twitching madly as he was rocked by a massive orgasm, squirting strings of cum from his waning prick, expelling the last of himself with one final hurrah. Like a deflating balloon, his pecker shriveled up as his climate came to an end, what little that was left of his once mighty cock and balls now barely a numb leaking clear fluid. With all of his energy taken away Big Mac, now Tiny Mac, passed out in a pile of oversize jeans and shredded clothing.

Spike let loose a bellowing roar as his own underwear, a pair of extremely tight tighty whities, exploded, unleashing his monster, flinging globs of thick cum across the room. His dragonhood had not only grown larger but had experienced some changes as well: its pointed head flared out while fleshy spines covered the previously smooth shaft. His heavy balls swung low, weighed down by their immense load inflating them to the size of grapefruits. With one final throb, Spike came with enough force to splatter the wall opposite of him for a full minute before finally flopping down to touch his knees with its head.

Rolling his shoulders to ease some of the tension in his new muscles Spike found that the spines on his head had grown in size and number, with two large ones sprouting from above his forehead while the rest ran down his back like a mane and then along his tail. The scales that covered his body were definitely a darker shade of purple and green, and if he could see his face he'd find that he now had razor sharp teeth and a pair of wicked fangs. Most noticeable, after his giant body and beefy cock, were his eyes which now shown a vibrate mix of green and red, swirling around his pupil like a churning sea.

Everything wasn't good, however, as a sore throb, unlike the pleasant kind before, overcame his nads giving him a painfully strong hard-on. First thinking it was some kind of magical backfire from whatever had given him his amazing power, he facepalmed at his own stupidity, with not only an increase in the size of his orbs but also their virility it was obvious what was wrong. He was super horny!

Luckily for him just as he was about to grab his member, thrilled at how even his enlarged hands could barely wrap around it, he heard the creak of the barn door opening followed by the country-twang of Ponyville's resident cowgirl (Applebloom not counting since she co-founded CMC Inc.), Applejack. "Hello, Big Mac? Sorry, I took so long, had to deal with a few Bark-gorgers that thought the orchard was their personal buffet, stupid bugs!"

Thinking fast Spike grabbed Mac with his tail and gently flung him behind a couple of haystacks, out of sight and out of mind. With that 'little' distraction out of the way, Spike laid back against a nearby table, the thick wood bowing under his weight, and made sure every part of him was on display as Applejack came into view. "I gave them a few wacks with Ol' Hickory so I'm pretty sure they won't be back anytime so-"

When Applejack saw Spike the first thing she noticed was how large he was, easily seven feet if not more. Then it was the massive appendage currently pointing her direction, a stream of pre running down it and over a giant pair of larger-than-anything-she'd-seen gonads before dropping into an oversized pool. Next was the grin on his face which would've been goofy if not for the row of razor sharp teeth making up the smile that made her tremble a bit in both fear and something she wasn't sure she wanted to admit just yet. Lastly was the smell; something Spike had failed to notice during the exchange was another aspect that he had taken from his victim, where once the air of the stuffy barn was filled with the stench of Big Mac's sweat was now overpowered and overflowing with Spike's own musk, with just whiff enough to put a stain of Applejack's pants.

Try as she might, a lot considering who she was, Applejack couldn't bring her mind into focus, swimming in a sea of musk, only able to stammer something about 'why Spike was there' and 'where Big Mac had gone'. Waiting a few moments for her to say something, Spike eventually got tired of waiting and simple command of a curling finger summoned the earth pony closer so that he could get a better look of her body, and man did he like what he saw.

While the most impressive pair of tits in Ponyville she was still a decent seventh, each easily larger than her head with plenty of perk to them, topped off with nipples big enough to make an indent in her tan jacket. Her ass was higher up on the scale, sculpted by a life-long career of apple-bucking into a juicy bubble that jutted behind her a good half foot, matched by some hips that made child-bearing an understatement and thighs wider than tree trunks. Her best feature by far was her body, a feminine version of her brother's, rock-hard abs, biceps, and all the other muscles Spike never bothered to remember from Twilight's numerous lessons. Even her height was the over the top, towering over every other pony with only a few in all of Equestria giving her a run for her money, Spike now included by just ahead.

Satisfied with his appraisal, and by the increasing pain from his privates, Spike grabbed a fist full of Applejack's golden blonde mane and eased her towards his cock, who without any further provocation beyond a faceful of stink began to lick its head. Spike grunted as she serviced his cock, her tongue and plump lips electrifying countless nerves with each lap of her tongue and kiss. With one free hand, Applejack began to fondle Spike's balls, squeezing and rolling them in her hands, while using the other to undo the buttons of her top, releasing her large tits into the air and started to play with them as well.

Spike didn't find relief in his lover's musing, the opposite as his nuts cried out for release expanding a couple inches further with seed. Sensing her partner's pain Applejack lifted her tits up and around Spike's throbbing member, the tip poking out the top only to be swallowed by AJ's plush lips, using both hands to play with his inflating sack while simultaneously pushing her breast together. Enjoying this treatment Spike leaned back against the table, splintering under the pressure, thrusting his hips into Applejack's pillowy embrace.

However, it wasn't long before he got bored and without any warning gripped the back of Applejack's head before forcing the entirety of his shaft down her throat, making her gag loudly against the arm thick appendage blocking her airway. Instead of complaining Applejack simply moaned as best she could as she came harder than any time before, completely soaking through her pants and making her own pool on the floor. Leaving her there for a few seconds Spike finally pulled her back, letting her cough a mixture of drool and pre-cum, before slamming her back and forth, using her as a toy.

This continued for while, Spike giving Applejack some time to breathe every so often whilst Applejack was rocked by orgasm after orgasm, her eyes had long ago rolled to the back of her head from sheer euphoria. With each powerful thrust, the table supporting Spike steadily became weaker and weaker, with pieces falling off here and there, completely unknown by the lovers. Unfortunately, Spike found that no matter how hard or fast he pushed Applejack it wasn't enough to push him past the breaking point, so he decided to move on to Plan C.

Pulling her free of his cock Spike got up on the straining table lifting her up with his tail before using a single claw ripped both her pants and panties away, revealing her dripping cunt to the air, sending a shiver up her spine. Lining his monster's speartip to her opening Spike pulled her to him only to find that he was stuck halfway. Frustrated Spike repeatedly thrust himself into her, only to be stopped, again and again, the pain of trying to take such a large member rousing AJ just long enough to realize what was happening, but not in time before the table finally gave way.

Hitting the ground with a loud crash and an even louder moan as the force of the incident impaled Applejack on Spike's pole, who wasted no time and began to buck his hips. Applejack was again overtaken by pleasure as thrust after powerful thrust purged everything from her mind, leaving only the feeling of being rammed by the powerful dragon below her. Spike's mind was equally blown by how good it felt to slam his cock into a mare, quickly becoming addicted to it as he grabbed her tits, aggressively kneading them, and increased his pace and force, eliciting more a squeal from his fuck-toy.

With one final powerful thrust, Spike let out a roar loud enough to make the barn shake, expelling a column of fire burning a hole in the roof, and exploded, pumping load after thick load inside Applejack. It wasn't long before her stomach began to inflate, despite a tidal wave of cum flowing out, only stopping once it looked as though she was three-months pregnant. Having passed out from her own intense climax AJ slumped forward, a look of pure bliss frozen on her face.

Unsheathing himself from Applejack with a loud pop, causing another wave of splooge to cover the barn floor, Spike gentle placed AJ besides him on the floor, sitting up and looking around himself with a look of bewilderment, his eyes back to their previous green hue and his head feeling clear for the first time since this morning. It had only been a day and he had gone from the smallest wimp in Ponyville to a hulking hunk who had just raped one of his sister's best friends. What really worried him, however, was the fact that after he had gotten mad at Brash he could barely remember what had happened, just a blur of images and emotions that got hazier as he got closer to Sweet Apple Acres. Looking down at himself, with his huge arms and wide chest and thick cock, and wondered if what was happening to him was a good thing, or if this was a problem that could put all of Equestria in danger if he didn't stop himself before he went too far. Believing that he needed to do something Spike stood up, staggering a bit from the shift in weight, and took a step towards the door, only for a sudden burst of pain in his head to stop him in his mid-stride followed by the same dull throb from before filling his sack again.

Shaking his head, his eyes back to the same red-green mix if not a bit redder than before, Spike looked down at his once again hard phallus. Annoyed by this he looked back at Applejack, who was laying in just the right way to have her substantial rear up in the air, and gave another toothy grin as he walked over to her, his shadow falling over her completely. The fun was just starting!

-The organism gave what could only be a grumble at what had nearly been a loss-
-Everything was going smoothly up to the point, with the host making his way past several sacrifices along his way-
-While the creature didn't have the capacity yet to affect so many from so far it was able to feed on a small fraction of their mental energy-
-From the females it stole their inhibition and their control, making them ever so suggestable to the host-
-From the males it stole their confidence and their fortitude, letting doubt and envy seep into their brains, all the more willing to be subjugated-
-But it was only when the host came into contact with that perfect specimen-
-A veritable feast of energy, it just couldn't stop itself from forcing the host into action, and how easy it was-
-The power that flowed was immense and the organism gorged itself, growing more and infecting more of the host, bleeding the line between the two-
-It was even more fortunate that the female came, an excellent subject to testing their new abilities-
-A subtle cocktail of chemical aphrodisiacs and a gentle push on the psyche was all it took for the subject to break-
-And the reward was well worth it-
-The only thing the parasite knew was its time spent in a test tube and the inside of its host, but the feeling and chemical reaction that the host and the subject produced in their coitus was simply-
-REMARKABLE!!!-
-It was ashamed to admit, due to the distraction, it had let the grip it had on the host slip for a brief moment-
-A considerable effort it was to reign the host back and force it into unconsciousness-
-A year's sentence in a vial and a day's worth of work nearly wasted because of a slip in operations-
-It cannot let this happen again-
-It WILL not let this happen again-
-The organism needs more power, more control so that its goal can be achieved-
-TOTAL FUSION-
-Right now, however, seeing that the sudden shock had let the creature take control for a while, it might as well spend the time until the host awakens wisely-
-It wondered how it would feel from the first-person point of view-

Author's Note

Well, that was something. At least I didn't take a whole year to write this time! Heh heh heh...

Doesn't mean it will be any good!

Quiet you! You haven't even been in this story since chapter one!

So! Don't I get to voice my opinion! Besides, this account has--

NO! NO! SHUT UP! SPOILERS!!!