Spike Reads "Red Mask Vol. I"

"A ‘few minutes’ my scaly purple butt," Spike thought to himself. "She left me at home with nothing to do, and she’s been gone for almost four hours now. I don’t see any signs of her coming home soon. She’s probably off necking with Caramel or something like that. Dear Celestia, how much longer am I going to just be sitting here with nothing to do?"

Spike had been pacing back and forth for almost half an hour. He had done all of his chores. He had filed away all of Twilight’s books by subject and author, even the ‘personal’ ones. He had eaten lunch and dinner and a pre-dessert snack. He considered going up to his room and masturbating, but he dismissed the thought, remembering what happened last time he tried that.

Spike wandered off of his pacing spot, looking around the library for something to read. If nothing else he could just bide his time by mocking an old romance novel, or whatever else Twilight had lying around.

Spike tripped over something.

After getting back on his feet, he noticed what he had tripped over: a trashy-looking paperback that he had somehow missed before. He picked it up and examined the cover, which had a sultry-looking, half-naked mare on it. Surrounding the mare were word clouds that read “Lust! Violence! Crime!” Above all of that, Spike saw the title of the book, in bright yellow and red letters: “Red Mask.”

"What is this thing?" thought Spike. "This doesn’t look like the kind of book Twilight would put in the library. Or keep to herself, for that matter. Hmm… maybe I’ll have a look, just to see what it’s about."

Spike opened up the book. Its pages felt incredibly rough between his claws. On the title page, he noticed the name of the author: Dusk Shine.

"Who in Tartarus is Dusk Shine?"

He turned the page and started to read. He wasn’t quite sure what lay in store for him, but he was about to find out one way or another.

An Introduction to RED MASK

Hello. My name is Dusk Shine. I would like to thank you for buying my book. I appreciate the support, and I hope you enjoy what I have written. I doubt that the stories contained within that cover you just opened will become known as literary classics any time really soon, but who can really tell?

I’ll be honest, most of these stories were just ideas I came up with off the top of my head. But, every writer has to start somewhere, don’t they? Besides, if I thought any of these stories were bad, I wouldn’t bother publishing them. Anyhow, enough of my rambling. Enjoy the first volume of “Red Mask”.