Party Planning Mishap

by nobody495

Rating: mature
Tags: Pinkie Pie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Sex, Spike, Non-consensual
Length: 2462

A request from Pinkie Pie leads Spike to helping her set up a party. However, while setting up one particular piece of the party, Spike ends up in a rock and a hard place.

One day, Pinkie Pie requests Spike to help her set up a party for reasons left vague to the dragon. It seems normal, until he has to set up the banner. And at that point, Spike finds himself stuck in an unfortunate situation, one that he can only hope passes fast. And hope he can rake up his dignity after the fact.

Pre-Molting, Spike X Pinkie Pie

Contains: Butt Descriptions Accidental Domination Non-Con

Published 2019-05-29 01:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-05-29 01:20:01 UTC

Party Planning Mishap

Author's Note

Welcome to my first story. I apologize for issues found in it, and hope you enjoy. Not much plot going on here.

Party Planning Mishap

Spike wasn’t sure why he got roped into this. He was sort of an expert assistant, sure. But of all people, why’d Pinkie Pie ask him for help? Spike wondered this as he followed behind the bouncing mare. She’d approached him saying that she was setting up a surprise party, and apparently nopony had enough free time to answer her call. At least, that’s what he thought he heard from the mare’s rapid-fire request. He didn’t even remember the part where he said yes, just that Pinkie was already leading him out.

As he walked, he was left following behind her… unfortunately level with her rump. Spike always dreaded being how short he was. He somehow managed to be eye level with everypony’s rump. He tried to be nonchalant from day to day activities, but he had to admit, with somepony like Pinkie… She had a notorious sweet tough, that everyone knew. She had a good figure for somepony with that kind of an appetite, but Pinkie remained well rounded. It seemed like that fat would specifically go to rounding out her rump… Still, Spike just had to make sure this was business as usual.

Following after her, he came to realize the party was, apparently, at Sugar Cube Corner.

“Who is this party for, anyway?” Spike asked as he entered, following the still bouncing pony. Though, after saying that, Pinkie seemed to stop bouncing for a moment. Spike could hear her hum in contemplation, a curious gesture.

“Well… This is for -cough-Spie-cough-,” she said, covering her muzzle as she answered. Spike was about to ask her to repeat, but she sprang up, ready to jump into work. “Oh hey, the party’s gonna start soon! Hurry!” Faster than Spike could realize, she dashed off to the back of the bakery, and came back with a bunch of ribbons and balloons, somehow expertly balanced onto her back. Spike sighed and picked up the strands on her back, looking over it. “I’ll go high! You go low!”

At that, Pinkie dashed off towards one of the corners. Spike sighed and began to go over to an opposite corner. As he did, he glanced over to Pinkie, who seemed to be leaping high and almost haphazardly pinning up ribbons before setting balloons down almost just as haphazardly. Spike picked up some of the balloons. As he did, he thought back to the conversation he had earlier with Pinkie, and sought out other parts he may or may not’ve heard. Including the part where Pinkie told Twilight he was going with her for a while. Did she tell her? He certainly didn’t remember telling her.

“Oh I hope I did all of my chores,” Spike noted to himself while he hung up the stuff. He didn’t quite catch the name earlier, so he really hoped he was hanging this stuff up just right for the new guy. He soon realized he was out of the stuff, and tried to turn towards Pinkie, who looked to be pulling in a big banner. This must be where he can read the name he missed. He walked to the end Pinkie wasn’t carrying, and could see, written in blue lettering, “Welcome Spie!” There seemed to be a slight bit of smudging between the “i” and “e”. However…

“Alright, I’m gonna try to lift this up! You lift your end!” Pinkie said. The banner was pulled away from Spike while he was forced to hold onto his own end as Pinkie whipped the banner towards the front of the counter one’d order a meal.

“Uh, Pinkie? I think there’s a-,” Spike tried to say.

“No time!” Pinkie said. “Any moment now!” Pinkie took a few of the bags of flour, and kicked a few of them towards Spike. The dragon stepped up onto them, realizing he didn’t have room to bring up the smudge. He noticed a nail in one corner of the banner, so he could lift it up and stamp it up into the wall over the counter. And, surprisingly easily, he was able to get it in place. Meanwhile, he heard Pinkie’s leaps. Spike turned towards her, and saw her bouncing, holding one corner of the banner in one of her hooves, and unable to pin the corner level with the corner Spike pinned up. The dragon then stepped down behind the flour.

“Here, I’ll just push this-,” Spike started to say as he planted his hands on the stack of flour. But then…

“No time!” Pinkie interrupted. “That stuff’s too heavy for your arms!”

“I-I guess…” Spike said. “But then what do I-?”

“Get over here!” Pinkie said. “Get behind me, grab my rump, and pushie that tushy!”

“Y-you what?!” Spike asked. “Can’t you get someone else?”

“No time!” Pinkie said, lifting her hoof high above her and trying to reach for it. As she did, she wriggled her backside a little in concentration. “Come on, put those book-lifters to the test!” Spike groaned and darted around, trying to find some possible alternative. He couldn’t find a chair, Pinkie told him the flour was too heavy… He groaned.

“Fine!” Spike groaned out. He darted behind Pinkie, where, once again, he was looking at her backside. He knew how to play it as normal business when just walking around Ponyville, but he never really had to… touch any of them. And now, not only did he have to grasp it, but Pinkie was now shaking and clenching those buttocks before him like some kind of show. Spike thought that if he could avert his eyes from them, then he could ignore it. So, Spike cupped his arms in front of him like he were forming a chair.

“A-alright, just lean back…” he said, trying to mask the nervousness.

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie chirped in response. And then down came her rump. Spike let out a grunt of shock as her backside fell into his arms, as if she put all of her weight into her backside as she lowered into his arms. With a few pants, he straightened out, pushing and pushing and pushing, soon lifting Pinkie up a little, huffing and puffing all the while. Soon, he felt the upper-half of one of her buttocks press against one of his cheeks.

“Oooaargh… Can you reach it?” Spike asked, still huffing and puffing.

“Hmm… aaaaaaalmost,” Pinkie said. Spike could feel her body clench and strain as she tried to reach up. Spike groaned and lifted her up a little more. He was hoping to push him a little, but after the weight of her made him wobble a little, he decided not to push his luck. He felt Pinkie’s buttock slide up his cheek as he lifted her overhead… And, unfortunately, those cheeks looming threateningly over him. He nervously gulped, and tried to turn his gaze downwards.

“P-please hurry up…” he told Pinkie. “I-I don’t know how much longer I can hold you…” He lied, but the sooner he could get out from under Pinkie’s full moon, the better. He could already feel that familiar feeling, that feeling he got when he thought of Rarity… He knew it was wrong, but the burning feeling between his legs felt so good. Then again, despite how good it felt, it was also kind of the reason he tried to ignore rumps while he walked…

“Alright, gimme a moment…” Pinkie said, reaching forwards, her cheeks clenching as she leaned. Spike felt Pinkie leaning forwards a little, and he tried to step forwards to compensate. Unfortunately, balancing Pinkie proved to be significantly harder than he expected. Pinkie must’ve felt herself lean too far forwards, for when Spike stepped forwards, he felt her lean back. He had to wobble to and fro while Pinkie tried to correct herself.

“Pinkie! Stop moving!” Spike practically begged. He could only be grateful he was faced away from the door and any of the windows while he was left underneath her butt. He leaned and leaned, but he could feel her slowly slide out of his fingers. The earth pony leaned as well, apparently not aware of Spike’s predicament. And then, Spike felt her pudgy flesh fall out of his hands. “Pinkie!” he shouted as he dove his arms down towards the descending mare.

“Woah!” Pinkie yelped out as gravity suddenly brought her down. Spike took the split second to dive his hands down as she fell in front of him. He felt her cheeks slide down his torso as she descended to the floor, closer and closer to the floor…

Spike yelped out in surprise when he felt an uncomfortable squeeze around that thing he’d been hoping to hide… that thing that’d been growing ever since he was forced to get handsy with Pinkie’s backside, his hands grasping each cheek and keeping her above the ground. His legs quivered in response as his cheeks burned brightly, the earth pony seeming still shocked from the fall from before.

“D-Do you realize what you’ve just done?” Spike muttered out in a low whisper. Pinkie seemed to realize she was no longer falling, and shook about in his grip a little.

“Yep, I slipped out of your hands!” Pinkie said, cheering now that the problem was gone. “Thanks for the save there, Spikey! Although…” Pinkie began shifting around in place curiously, rubbing her cheeks around the embarrassment that Spike was hoping to hide. He hoped that he’d avoid any further embarrassment if he tried not to acknowledge it, so he bit his lips as Pinkie rubbed about on top of him. “I didn’t know you had three arms!” Of course, Spike didn’t have three arms, not that he was willing to correct her at this moment.

“O-Okay, l-let’s just carefully-,” he began, trying to lift Pinkie up off of his embarrassment. But Pinkie clenched her cheeks, still leaning up to try and pin the banner up. Spike couldn’t hide the gasp as she squeezed around him, accidentally holding her tighter towards his chest. “Wh-what are you doing?!”

“I still have to hang this up, silly!” Pinkie said, still stretching up. She shifted about in Spike’s grip, wobbling her rump side to side on top of the little dragon while she strived to pin it up. She bit her tongue as she tried to reach, her buttocks rubbing around on Spike. “C’mon, really lift with that third arm!”

“Pinkie… st-stop for a moment, please…” Spike pleaded, his legs quivering. He was still intent on keeping his secret hidden for as long as possible. He knew what was coming, and he knew how precious such a moment was. He’d always hoped to have it with Rarity. He wasn’t sure how, but least of all to somepony else and in a place as public as this. He shut his eyes, hoping he could somehow disappear while he lifted. Unfortunately, the new situation made it too hard for him. He felt his chest pumping, sapping his strength. He could hold her, but he couldn’t lift her.

“Come on, flex that third leg- I mean, third arm!” Pinkie cheered on as she kept lifting. She stretched and stretched, clenching her cheeks harder and harder around Spike’s little spike. “I think I can aaaaaalmost reach it…”

Why is she moving around like this?! Stretching can’t take that much effort?! Spike asked to himself. “M-Maybe I can lower you down, grab something-,”

“NO TIME!” Pinkie squealed. “We gotta get this thing pinned up ASAP!” As she squealed, she shifted about more and more, wobbling side to side on top of Spike’s burning passion. The poor dragon would’ve been cross-eyed with pleasure if his eyes were still open. Pinkie’s repeated movement was too much for him. Despite his pleading and begging to Celestia, it seemed mercy was not for him. For today, he was only a victim.

“I’m sorry Rarity!” Spike squealed out as Pinkie’s assault took its toll. Then, like the cap to a fizzy soda bottle, Pinkie was suddenly jettisoned into the air!

“Woah-WOAH!” she yelped out as she flew up into the air. As she did, she realized she was now level with the part of the banner Spike hung up. “Ooo~” she cooed as she realized this. She took up the piece of the banner she held, and jammed it into the wall ahead, pinning it up. And just like that, the banner was completely held up. “We did it!” Pinkie cheered as she descended down, landing on the ground in front of Spike, who’d collapsed down, propping himself up only with his arms while he panted.

“Are you ok?” Pinkie asked. She leaned down towards Spike’s face, examining his exhausted expression. “Was I too heavy?”

“N-no…” Spike muttered out, still panting. “I just… Oh, I woke up too early… I can’t feel my legs.” It wasn’t a lack of sleep that was responsible for the lack of feeling in his legs. “I-I think I’ll go back to Twilight’s.”

“Okie dokie lokie! Need a hoof?” Pinkie asked.

“No, no, I’ll just… I’ll be on my own for a moment…” Spike said. He then used his hands to crawl about on the floor, still lauding in the fresh air he was allowed after spending it keeping Pinkie lifted. She, meanwhile, stood by the door and opened it up as Spike approached. “Thank you.” Soon, he was out of the doorway, which Pinkie closed behind him.

Pinkie sighed, a strangely victorious grin on her face. She then calmly walked towards the decorations around the bakery, taking off some of the ribbons while also deflating the balloons.

“Setting up fake surprise party: 25 bits,” Pinkie said as she took down the decorations they’d spent the last few moments pinning up. As she walked around the bakery, she looked down at the floor in front of the banner, seeing the remnants of Spike’s submission dribbled onto the ground. She stepped away, before coming back with a mop and dense bottle of cleaning solution. “Cleaning up a party: 40 bits,” she said as she cleaned up the dribbles.

Eventually, all that was left was the banner. A simple tasked, as Pinkie used the bags of flour to bring herself up to the corners, taking out the nails and letting them flop down to the floor below. She picked it up and gently nudged the smudge Spike noticed earlier, revealing the complete name “SpiePie”.

“Feeling the little guy squirm against your back while the party pony posterior eats him alive: Price~less~” Pinkie said in a sing-song tone as she took up the banner, skipping up to her room.