One day, it was a dark and stormy night, so I guess it wasn't really day time. I think I'll leave it like that though. Where was I. Oh, right, uhhh, somewhere in Ponyville, far, far away, Spike was haunted by another series of unfortunate nightmares.
"NO GOD, PLEASE GOD NO."
Spike awoke in his bed, shaking with terror.
"I've been smoking too much weed again."
Spike attempted to recollect his hazy memories, from the big party he threw, with him as the only guest. Suddenly, it became apparent to him that he was alone, alone, with all those monsters. He was quickly overwhelmed with the desire to bolt to the safety of Twilight's room, before quickly deciding against it.
"I shouldn't bother her; after all it's only...."
Spike took a glance to the old antique clock that hanged by, just across the room. Only to realize the clock was missing. And so were the walls of his room. And his pillows. He was no longer in the treehouse.
Instead, there was only a closet, in the enveloping darkness. But actually, there wasn't only a single closet. There were many closets. A thousand closets.
THEY WERE EVERYWHERE.
Blood was leaking from every single one of them. Because there were multiple dead ponies inside the closet. There were also skeletons in the closet with the dead bodies. The skeletons were riding monsters. The monsters are bears that were hungry. But they weren't bears, as they had a snake for a body, but bats for arms. They were accompanied by a few bad guys. They were bad because they killed things. And they all ran really fast. There were also spiders the whole time, everywhere.
Spike slowly came to a horrible conclusion.
"And all these things, want to kill...me."
Moments later, Spike awoke in his basket again, pillows with Rarity's face stapled on, surrounding him.
"Fucking inception movies" Spike mumbled to himself.
Spike then returned to making slow and luxurious love to his soft pillow. He began to thrust his dick in between two pillows, before shortly jizzing into the soft material. Thick strands of his sticky fluid were left messily on the surface. Spike, now satisfied, fell asleep onto his warm, dragon cum-filled pillow.
