PrologueView OnlineLight upPrologueSpike had awoken to the sound of his phone ringing. He rolled over and hit the end call button. "Nooo... Hungover... Need sleep." He managed to spit out before going back to sleep only to be awoken by another call. This time he ansewered. "Whaaaat!?" He yelled at the phone and person calling, only to get silence in response. "Talk fast or dont talk at all and let me sleep bro!" He said to the person on the other line. Irritation clearly in his voice "Oh my bad wrong number." Then all he heard was dail tone. He tried to roll over but the anger had all ready woken him up and trying to sleep was futile. He mumbled something about switching his service plan and stood up. he slept over his friends house so he was still in his clothing from the night before. He wore a green shirt with a puprle hoodie, a pair of black jeans and purple shoes. He was 6'2 with emerald green eyes, he had green hair with light green on the sides. He stretched before going into the bathroom to make sure he didnt have anything on his face. He left the residence and walked over to his house. He forgot his key so he had to knock. He waited until he hear footsteps and the door swung open to reavel a very high purple alicorn. "Twilight you smoked without me, im hurt." Spike said as he turned away dramatically. Laughing to himself. "You know if you would stay home for one night we might be able to wake'n'bake together. Its fine though i got more, follow me." She said turning around. Even though spike and twilight were like brother and sister he couldn't help but stare at her ass especially when she wore skinny jeans. She got out her stash, rolled a fat joint and lit it. Twilight puffed the joint and passed it to spike. He hit it and blew out a smoke ring. He had been smoking since he was 12 and now as an adult it was just a daily routine. "Aight twi, so whats on the schedule for the day?" He asked passing it back to her. Starting to feel happier. "Nothing really. I was just gonna watch netflix and get high all day." She said as she put her feet on the atumin and relaxed. "Your a fucking burn out twi..." He laid down on the couch with his head on her lap and kicked off his shoes. "And thats what i love about you." He passed her the remote. He was about to suggest something when there was a knock on the door. Twilight turned up the tv and ignored it. Pointing to the door. "No, twilight dont get up to fast you lazy bitch." He said with a groan as he got up, when he opened the door it was pinkie. She had her trademark smile on. "Pinkie pie, you wanna toke up?" Spike asked the happy pony. In his opion she needed some to calm her down, or maybe it was because she smoke to much that she was so happy. He had completly lost his train of thought and greeted pinkie pie again only to recieve a confused look from her. She looked at his eyes and realized he was already baked. "Not today spike i gotta go help rarity with something." Spike and twilight both booed at the same time. "I just needed to see if you were still coming to help me pick out some new shoes, these ones are ruined." she looked down at her old shoes. "Totaly, give me a call when you wanna go, ill be here." She hugged spike and made sure to put his face between he D cup breasts. "Thanks spike, bye." She skipped away humming a tune. Spike went back over to twilight and laid down. When twilight smelled spike she gagged. "Damn spike what the fuck! You smell like booze and sex! Go take a shower man!" She covered her nose and pushed him away from her. "Ok damn no need to get violent..." He walked up the crystal stairs and slipped remebering he didnt have shoes on and socks did not have enough grip. He went back down to grab his shoes and saw twilight asleep. A devilish grin plastered on his face. He took out a marker and went to work 2 hours later he had gotten out of the shower and changed into a dark purple tank top, black shorts and black shoes. He got a text from pinkie saying to meet him at the mall. He woke twi to tell her he would be back later. He laughed when he saw her face. "Dont go out like that." Spike said with a grin "Like wha- SPIIIIIIIIIKE!" He ran away from the castle and went to the mall. When he got there pinkie was sitting at one of the shops eating a slice of pizza. "Alright pinkie, so what place you wanna stop first?" He asked the pink hair girl and she shrugged and they looked around in different shops for about an hour. They were browsing until she saw a pair of all pink shoes and instanly fell in love. She bought them and threw away her other pair and put them on. "Well im not going home until twilight is asleep, so what now?" pinkie had the perfect plan. "I got a bottle of everclear back at my house if you wanna party a little." A suductive smile creeping it way onto her face. Spike blushed. "Fuck it lets get hammered!" Said spike as they hopped into pinkies car and went up to her house. She opened the door and they went to her room and she pulled out a full bottle of everclear and started drinking. Half way through they smoked a blunt and once they were both suffiecently high and drunk they started to listen to some rap and dance. Spike and pinkie had a dance routine for one of the songs that came on and when it started so did they. But they soon realized they were a little to fucked up for choreography. Then pinkie laid down on her bed and spike sat next to her and they talked for a little. They were discussing politics, how there day was what they did. "Pinkie by the way what did rarity need you for?" He spit her name like venom, after he had finally told her how he felt she laughed at him saying he was a kid. His heart was shattered and now he refused to even talk to her. "She needed help with sweetie belle, she got caught with a bag of weed from what we smoked yesterday." Rarity was against weed although she has to pop a Xanax every 5 hours or she cries. "Why do you guys even talk to her anymore She a whore!?" Just thinking about her made his blood boil. "If we didn't who would?" She shurruged. Pinkie see he was getting mad and decided to change the subject. "Spike, have you ever thought about selling weed?" He was a little confused why she brought it up. It was completely off subject and caught him off guard. "No, can say I have. Why do you ask?" he looked at her as she sat up. "Well you got almost everyone to start smoking, everyone goes to you to get them weed from your dealers, and nobody would ever suspect you deal. You would make a killing!" he had never thought about it that way before, and it did sound like a good idea and he could use the extra money he thought. "Hmmm... I'll think about it." he looked at the time and saw it was ten pm and he wanted to get back before twilight locked him out. He got up and hugged pinkie. "I gotta go before twilight locks me out, I'll see you later." he left and started his walk home. When he got back he saw twilight sleeping on the couch watching Netflix. He went upstairs to his room and laid down but he couldn't fall asleep for he was in deep thought about what pinkie said. It was a good idea. he had his eye on a car for awhile now but couldn't hold a job long enought to get it. It was decided then and there, on one condition he was only going to sell until he had enough money for the car and then that was it. He drifted off to sleep ready for the next day Author's Note I had to sub out some words so it could pass moderation so if it seems a little off its because of the words I used
Coming downView OnlineLight upComing downAuthor's Note The next chapter will be less deep but I just wanted to establish some background and a realation Coming down Spike was once again awoken a ringing and rolled over and tossed his phone to the other side of the room, closing his eyes and waiting for the ringing to stop. When it didn't, he jumped out of bed and walked over to answer it. He held it up to his head. "This is Spike, speak now or forever suck a–" he was interrupted by a stomach-curdling scream and the sound of glass breaking. He almost dropped his phone. "What the fuck! Who is this?!" He was now panicking. "Hi, Spikey-Wikey..." He froze on the spot, the sound in the background fading out as he registered who was on the other side of the phone. He tried to reply but could only seem to stutter out hello. "Listen, Spikey, I need your help with something..." His shock was now replaced with anger as he realized why she called. "Oh does petty petty princess Rarity need a dick to hop on? Sorry but I don't boldly go where many men have gone before." He was about to hang up when he heard a purse open. "Please Spikey, I'll–I'll pay you for your time." Her voice as shaking and sickly. It made his stomach turn, but a small part of him still wanted to help people... even if those 'people' were crack whores. "How much do you have?" He kept his voice low and cold. "Umm..." she trailed off and went digging through her purse. "Twenty-two... twenty-three... twenty-three bits." she answered as if that number made her feel gross. "I'm on my way... do I need something?" He answered dryly. "No. I have eve-everything yo-you need." she sounded excited and still somehow sad. He didn't ponder in this too long before he hung up and began his walk. While he was walking, he remebered the sound in the background and wanted to call her back to see what was going on, but by the time he had her number dialed he was all ready there. He walked in and his nostrils were met with a terrible smell, something he could only imagine as the smell of death. He thought about running but ventured on into her room anyway. "Rarity, are you here?" he said out loud, hoping for a response. When nothing came he decided to turn on the lights to see if she had fallen asleep. When he did, he was met with the most disturbing images ever. There were needles, blood, and piss stains everywhere. Dirty clothes, molded food, and he could only guess that the stains scattered on various things were the secretions of a male. He threw up and looked up to see rarity naked with a motioning finger. He was disgusted when he saw her. She had bruises and scabs all over her body, she was slender and sickly looking, and her hair was now a disgusting mix of yellow and purple. He was at a loss for words. He just stood there and started crying as she moved towards him slowly. He wanted to run and scream for Twilight to save him and tell him it was ok, but this wasn't a fairy tale. "I've waited for this for so long Spike..." She took his hand and placed it on her exposed breasts. He began to openly sob. "Please! No..." He spit out between sobs. She only smiled more. She rubbed his member to find it was soft. "You knew what was gonna happen so stop being such a little queer and show me that cock!" He only saw one way out of this. Spike pushed her away and ran out the door crying loudly. He ran until he collapsed. Spike laid there and cried like a child and rocked back and forth for hours. A few hours passed before he could even stand. When he did, he looked around to see he was a block away from Sugarcube Corner and walked over to the counter. "Hello, and what can I- Spike?" Pinkie turned around to see him a complete wreak. Dried tears stained his cheeks; his shirt was soaked with sweat and his eyes were lifeless and sad. "What happened!?" She hopped over to hug him, and they went to her room upstairs. He began to tell her everything, and hugged her as if she were the only safe thing around. She hugged him back, rubbing his spikey hair until he was done. They stayed that way for what seemed like hours, until Spike spoke. He looked her in the eyes. "Did I make her that way?" She was completely speechless. How could he blame himself for what she turned her self into? It outraged her. She stood up and grabbed his hand. "Spike, we're going to Rarity's." Her voice was firm and calm. He deadpanned and stood up. "Wh-where?" Spike's voice was light, almost like a child's. "Rarity's." They walked to her car and started it up. "Umm... I... she... were you listening just now!" He shouted and pulled his hair, tears welling up in his eyes again. He began to panic until Pinkie turned to him and stared him down, forcing him to comply. The drive there was silent, and darkness hung in the air like a deep fog. When they arrived Pinkie told Spike to walk in first. He tried to say no, but all that he could manage was a complying grunt. He opened the door to see her standing there as if she were waiting. "Don't be a bitch this time and take off your pants!" she yelled and grabbed him, pulling him inside, When she turned to shut the door, Pinkie punched her in the face so hard it knocked her out cold and most definitely broke a few teeth. Well, the ones she had left any way. Spike was relieved until he realized Sweetie was still here. His shock quickly turned to worry. He ran and opened her door to see her room empty. "Pinkie, where is sweetie!?" Pinkie placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "She's been in her parents custody since last year. If I had known rarity was this messed up I would have done something sooner." Pinkie pulled Spike into a loving embrace. "I'm so sorry Spike!" She began sobbing and he wiped away her tears. "There was no way of knowing and I don't blame you... I blame myself. I knew she was completely fucked up, and I still came." Spike breathed deeply. "Let's just go. There's nothing for us here." They left and drove back to Pinkie's. They laid on her bed staring off into space, until Spike put his hand on her stomach and cuddled her tightly. She blushed, but let it happen. "I don't know what I would be without you." His words caused pinkie to smile and she put her hand on his. They stayed like that before drifting of to sleep.
OG style: part 1View OnlineLight upOG style: part 1“Hello...?" Spike called out in the darkness. Images of different narcotics flashed in front of him, then images of his friends with distorted faces and bodies came out of the dark. "Spike I need more, just enough to finish this book! Please I need it!" Twilight grabbed him. "Ill do anything... Anything..." Spike backed away from the sight of her undressing. He then backed into Applejack who had blood dried up around her nose. "Spike you got some more. I'm sick, I need it!" she tried to reach into his pockets but he pushed her away. He was then mysteriously flown into the air. "I know you got it! Where is it!" Rainbow Dash shook him violently. Out of the darkness he felt a hand, it turn him around. "Come on Spike, it's me, Fluttershy, you can tell me. Just let me have some Please! It hurts without it!" he was then suddenly in a free fall and landed in a chair that was next to a hospital bed on the bed was pinkie. She had a giant hole in the left side of her torso. She was breathing heavy and crying. He brought her close. She looked into his eyes with hatred. "You did this... YOU!" He jumped up and looked around to see he was still in pinkie room. It was still dark but he could make out the clock across the pink room. "Five o'clock, and I'm wide awake... Great..." he looked down to see pinkie had left a note addressed to him. Spike, I had to cover a shift. Make yourself at home. Pinkie- He stretched and let out a loud yawn. He stood up and made his way down stairs to the kitchen. Pinkie had a huge kitchen, but for such a food connoisseur, it only seemed fit. He opened the fridge and swore he could smell the diabetes. Rows and rows of sweets, cakes, and chocolate. He grabbed the only things that wouldn't give him cavities. He grabbed some yogurt and sat down. He was halfway done when his phone began to ring. He took it out of his pocket and checked the name on the screen. It was Twilight. He answered. "What's up?" he said casually. "I heard about yesterday..." his heart dropped. She continued. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that... I-I had no idea her addiction was that bad." he felt a strong urge to cry but held it back. "Its okay... As long as you know now." he rubbed his hair. "Well, I still wish to talk to you so come home soon, I have to open up, I'll talk to you later." she hung up. He checked the time to see an hour had passed. He threw away his food and left. While he was walking through Ponyville he couldn't help but think about his dream. Why did they look like that? What were they talking about? More of what? What did he do to Pinkie? He stopped to ponder for a moment and looked at his surroundings to see he was next to the postal service and saw Derpy at the desk. He was happy to see her. He walked in and was instantly greeted by a hug that knocked him down. "Spike! What brings you to my neck of the woods?" she helped him up. "I was in the area and thought I'd come say hi to my old class mate. How have you been? it's been ages." he leaned on the counter. "Same old stuff. Oh actually I had a child." she grazed over her words like it was not a big deal. It caught Spike of guard. "Wow, I never thought you of all people would settle down." she blushed at his comment. "I wasn't that crazy." she giggled. "You practically wrote the book on getting fucked up. Everything I know is from you." he sighed happily remembering the first time he met Derpy. It was at one of Pinkie’s parties. He had been drinking a little too much and needed to find a toilet fast. He ran up the stairs and head on into a gray mare with a blunt in her hand. "Come on man, I almost dropped my blunt!" he stared at her in confusion. "A what?" he held on to the wall for balance. She slapped her forehead at his question. "You don't know what a blunt is?" she tilted her head. "Nope." Spike stated. "A joint? A bowl? A bong?! Do you know what weed is?!" she flailed her arms. "I've heard of weed, never tried it though..." he looked at her blunt. "That's how you smoke weed?" he pointed to it. "Yea. You wanna hit?" she extended her hand with the blunt to him. "Sure..." he took a large pull and coughed a couple of times. "So what now I just wait for it to hit my head, or stomach, or something?" he asked between coughs. "Nope." Derpy said with a smile on her face. Once those words left her mouth he felt it. He started laughing and couldn't figure out why. She took him into a near by closet and locked him and herself in. "I'm blind help!" Spike said, Derpy laughed. "Open your eyes..." he did only to see the blunt in his mouth again. He took a bigger pull this time and smoked up the whole closet. "Why are we in here?" he looked at the supplies. "A hotbox..." she took a hit that coated the whole closet in milky white smoke. "Get high baby." they then passed it around some more and waited in the closet till most of the smoke was gone. They stepped out. There eyes where crimson red, they both had a wide smile and more importantly, the munchies. They walked down stairs to see most of the people had left or passed out. So they sat at the kitchen table and ate until they passed out. He snapped out of his memory. "Those where the days spike... Do you still smoke?" he cocked his eye brow and gave a toothy grin. "Do I still smoke?! Hell fucking yes I smoke!" he pulled out a large blunt. "Now the question is do you still smoke?" in reply she pulled out a dab and a bong. He smiled at her. "I love it when the OG's come together.