A Tiny Spike Vs. Giant Kinky Challenges

Tiny Spike and Giant Discord
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When I finally came to, it was without any idea to where I was, or how I even got here. Lying at my back, something bright shined into my eyes----intense enough to nearly blind me.

"What the.... hngh." I shook my head against... soft, pillaring fibers of carpet? Letting my head fall to the right, a field of trim yellow fur awaited me. "The heck is this?"

I flipped over on my stomach, pushing my claws against the strangely soft surface. Rising to my feet, I stumbled in place, all while a breeze blew past me.

"Nnngh! Oh, boy." My claw draped over my face, blocking the intense lights and sights. "How much did I have to drink last night?"

"Enough to be owing me quite the hefty debt, you know." That voice. I knew it. Charming. It was distant. But loud enough to be all around. "But now isn't this a treat? I'm used to holding you up when it comes to matters and strifes of life."

"Discord? That you?" I let the claw drop from my face, which swung to my side. "Alright, so what's the prank this time? And who gave you a speaker capable of blowing out Canterlot Castle?"

"If you had an issue with the pitch of my voice, you could have just said something, my little dragon." Dismayed chuckles rang out from all around. "And you label me the prankster? After last night? Maybe it would do you some good to at least look up at me."

I suppressed a groan in response to all that. Discord had become the closest thing I had to a brother these last few years, but when it came to weird bullshit, he easily topped Twilight in most cases.

But still, I glanced up----and immediately wished I hadn't. My eyes blinked. My stomach went light. I took a few feet back, feeling them sink into the flesh beneath the fur.

Suddenly, it all made sense why everything was so soft and plush.

"D-Discord! What the hay!" The grand scale of everything was almost impossible to describe. High, far up above, the monolithic face of my friend hovered, gazing down at the speck in his claw. "Did you do something to me last night?"

"Quite the proper observation!" Discord's long face was impossible to see all of. At this size, the specks of dust and other particles caught to the ends of the furs on his cheek. "Though it's rather hard to hear the squeaks of your voice. I'd put on a hearing aid, but they aren't exactly 'hip' at the moment."

Far. To my right, I heard mountains move, and tornados blow. His other hand rose to the air, and with a snap of his talons, a bright white light consumed everything.

I covered my eyes with a wrist, and once the flash settled, I dropped my arm. My shoulders also fell at the sight before me.

At the center of the giant paw, a miniature, wooden stage took up the place. Another Discord stood at the podium, wearing a suit and a top hat, clearing out his throat.

"Oh? So this is what my paw looks like up close." The clone then gazed up to the massive face of Discord gazing down at us. "And that's what my face looks like far away. Proably best we keep it that way."

"You know," the giant's voice boomed back, "even though you're tiny, your words can still hurt."

"Not as much as we're going to hurt the kid."

"Fair."

I shook my head. What the heck were they even going on about! Taking a step forward, I pointed a claw up at the clone. "You wanna finish up talking about me so you can actually talk to me? Like, I don't know, maybe telling me why I'm tiny!"

"Looks like someone's a little feisty because of their hangover." The Discord on the stage crossed his arms. "Alright, then. Here's what happened from the dragon's own mouth!"

With a snap of his talons and a spinning twirl of his body, a cloud of white blanketed the area and, when it disappeared, another version of me stood on the stage.

"Hey, D-Discord! Do you... hic... know what would be great?" The other Spike held up a mug brimming with a golden liquid. "That instead of buying more drinks, y-you know, you just get more out of the one you have."

The giant from above and beyond boomed his voice onto the landscape of the paw once more. "And how just how do you plan on doing that, oh brother of mine?"

Discord could be a dick sometimes.

"I, um, o-oh! What if, like, you made the drink bigger! Wait. That wouldn't work." Drunk Spike shook his head. "I know! If I'm r-really tiny, then I could hop in the mug, and all that beer would be like an ocean."

The giant Discord game a loud hum. "So you want me to make you tiny, then? Sounds fun for you. But this is the first time you've hung out with me in months!"

I crossed my arms at the words, turning my head away slightly. Guilt pricked at my heart. It... it wasn't my fault! I'd been forced to help Twilight more recently. It wasn't my fault that I wanted to spend what time I had left lazing about my bedroom.

"C'mon! Be a bro, and do it!" The drunk Spike placed the mug on the podium. Clasping his claws together, he rose them in prayer up in the air. "I'll promise to play some of those dumb games you like to do. Pretty please?"

The giant figure above stroked his goatee, which was lush and longer than any vines from any tree. "I'll have you know that my games are not dumb!" He then huffed. "But alright. If it's your desire to be tiny, then you will be playing my games tiny."

"All right!" Drunk Spike cheered. "You've got yourself a deal."

With a snap of the dragon's talons, he switched back into a clone of Disord. "And here we've found ourselves in the present! Only, there was one more clause I forgot to remind you of."

I groaned. "And which one is that?"

The grin of the beast stretched on for miles above, almost like a smile being drawn across the surface of a moon. His lips were brown, soft, but firm; its height dwarfing me more than just twice.

"That you will play each of my games until you win." Suddenly, the ground shook and vibrated. I stumbled in place, gazing over to my right. The structure of something was moving over there. "And if you lose? Well, you'll have to endure a special kind of game over."

Was Discord being for real? I knew him to be a jokester, but it wasn't often he drew his jokes out for real. But the way he was gazing me, how his massive, serpent tongue sometimes flicked across his lips.

He wasn't looking at me like some friend.

He was looking at me like some treat.

"And if you lose too often?" To the right of me, the long, rising structure continued to blur high up into the air. Then it slowed, and then it turned, and then I was gazing at the underside Discord's hoof. "You will be stuck at this size forever." His eyes narrowed in sinister delight. "And you will spend the rest of your life as my foot slave."

Discord... really wasn't kidding?

"How humiliating it would be for a dragon to be rendered nothing more but a purple speck underneath my foot." Discord cackled in sinister delight. "Crammed between my toes, all my yuck and muck lathering over your body. Wouldn't you love to find out what happens when I wiggle my toes?"

I tried to fight his words. To close my eyes and not let them penetrate my scales. All of this was utterly humiliating! Being but a speck on my friend's paw, where he summoned up a stage just to talk to me?

All of this was crazy. Everything was so utterly massive. And I was so overwhelmingly tiny. But, despite everything against me, my claws still curled into fists.

"Is that the way you wanna play it, big guy?" I beat a claw against my chest, not to the Discord standing on the stage, but to the mountain of chaos that we both were perched on. "Then fine! Bring on your games. I'll wipe the floor with you in each one."

"Ah! And here I thought you wouldn't even try to struggle." The large foot then sunk behind and below the paw, though when it smacked against the ground, its reverberation vibrated the ground around me once more. "But there is one thing about the games you should know."

I chuckled. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"

Discord smiled. "I won't be your only opponent."

My claws unfurled after hearing those words.