Everywhere Spike looked it was absolute chaos; debauchery unlike any he'd ever seen. Were all his clubs similar to this? He'd wanted a place where ponies could express themselves without judgment, really cut loose, and he'd been profiting off it all this time, ignorant to how much things spiraled out-of-control. His eyes dilated in the shadows he kept to, and then pops sounded when fireworks went off, nearly blinding him and making his fin-like ears twitch while he crept behind the carnival.

He looked between the revelers for key members. But who should he attempt to save first? His first thought was either Shining Armor or Fleur de Lis, both skilled in their trades and capable of simple magic, which should help him clean up this mess faster. However the former was busy humping away at a mare onstage, while the latter danced in a giant champagne glass of cum.

Maybe Bon Bon? No, the former secret agent was involved in another round of sixty-nine fun time with Lyra. Finally his slit-like eyes settled on Vinyl Scratch who was scratching a record, bobbing her head while Octavia twerked her ponut near her.

Crouching slow he slipped through the grass on all fours. At times like these he missed being small and ignored most of the time. Slowly he extended his tail once he closed in, preparing to coil it around the DJ and snatch her up.

He grit his teeth to silence a moan, a jolt of pleasure rushing through the sheathe that housed his twin dicks. Looking down he saw Pacific Glow and Fiddlesticks had sneaked below him, using their hooves and tongues to tease out his tools. A pair of slimy pink dragonhoods with fleshy nubs filled with blood, the tips dripping with precum. “H-hey now,” he mumbled.

However a menagerie of mares beset him, gobbling his cock and balls like a veritable feast. Lewd slurps and smacks sounded while they nibbled, tugged, licked, and circled his now fully erect twins, drinking down his salty pre. Gently he pried them away, but more quickly took their place, his eyes rolling into his head and a dopey grin crossing his maw from over-stimulation.

“Wh-whoa!” In truth he hadn't gotten laid in quite sometime, too busy with work and hoarding over his riches. All that pent up sexual energy burst at once, and black smoke pooled from his nostrils, his snout raised high and shooting fire while he hosed down the sex-crazed sluts. A tidal wave of spunk broke in a torrent, washing them away with happy squeals.

But he barely had a moment's rest when Garble suddenly stalked into view. He'd gotten much bigger too, stronger, and with a brutish, crazed expression on his face. “Uh, can't we talk this out? Guess not!” They stalked around each other in a predatory manner, sizing the other up, bestial instincts kicking in as they surrendered to their draconic blood.

Lose and no doubt the drake would subdue him and make him take the drug. No, he had to win! He tried to ignore the crowds that formed a circle around them into a makeshift arena, many of them still shamelessly masturbating while they watched.

His fin-ears twitched at all the faps and schlicks around him, and he realized they were intentionally distracting him, trying to make him lower his guard. Suddenly Garble bared his razor-fangs and pounced. He spun and lashed back with his tail, swatting him down with a thud that shook the area and caused several of the spectators to topple over.

He wasted no time, bloating his belly when he inhaled, an inferno burning inside which he loosed at his foe. Sure, he doubted it could directly harm him, but like he guessed the force of the strike knocked him off-kilter when he tried to recover, allowing Spike to rush in. Quakes shuddered around his stamps, his wings spreading when he rose shortly and tackled him.

Over-and-over they rolled, tooth-and-claw, trying to gain purchase. Sure, Garble was often a jerk even these days after he'd mellowed out some, but he didn't want to hurt him! He was just a victim, too! They wrestled and batted at each other, his muscles straining over the hour as he started to eventually tire, using his weight to finally pin the crazed drake.

Spike huffed a this slobbering, exhausted opponent. “H-had enough?!”

“Everypony, stop!” Starlight Glimmer's voice rang out over a megaphone, catching their attention. She'd taken the stage with Trixie now in two, still bound in chains. “Hey Trixie, isn't there something that you'd like to say to them...?”

Holding the device up before Trixie's snout, the magician hesitated a moment, struggling to speak. “E-everypony, line up.” She spread her thighs, using her aura to open herself wide, and the previously reluctant carnies started to funnel before her. They trusted her implicitly, had even come to see her as a mother figure of sorts. “Open wide!”

The first one in line was Fleur de Lis, swatting aside others with a hip-check. Opened her maw wide like instructed, Trixie furiously stroked her swollen clit, until she moan and squirted directly into her mouth. Starlight sat beside her, gathering her own crowd, and did the same, emptying herself into all the sex-crazed ponies that rushed up for a taste.

Of course it was all part of Glimmer's plan. First she'd used a spell similar to Zecora's memory potion, using her own memories as a base, then applied it to Trixie. Maybe she'd never be quite the same, but at least she'd returned her to a similar state of how she'd perceived the magician. Granted, her mind was still muddled and her voice raspy, finding it difficult to form a sentence.

She copied the magic onto herself, hopeful that between them they might be able to return them to a state of normalcy. Unfortunately, they didn't know some of these ponies well, or at all, but hey, maybe they could redo it later? Better than leaving them as almost mindless husks, at least! “Hey Spike,” called Starlight who patted the stage. “Come help!”

“Uh, okay.” He slipped up beside her and whispered, “I don't have to fuck any guys, right?”

Glimmer rolled her eyes. “No Spike, just the mares. We'll handle Garble.” She lit her horn, applying her magic to him too. Pretty soon he was happily having his cocks sucked, mares practically fighting over a chance to swallow his salty load. Slurps sounded, his claws resting atop their heads, guiding them down to take his lengths into their throats.

For hours this continued, Starlight lifting over all the water she could find to keep them hydrated. Octavia and Vinyl whined at the drake to mount them, and with a shrug, he stacked the pair atop each other and railed them both. Their supple bodies shuddered with each thrust, their foalholes clenching around his cocks, milking him for all they were worth.

Similarly, Garble fucked Starlight and Trixie, still driven by instincts to compete with him. Luckily their chosen prey seemed to appreciate the rough treatment, if their whinnies were any indication! He bit on the napes of their necks, smacking their wobbly buttocks, leaving red claw prints upon them. Like Spike's chosen prey the pair were soaking his groin in lubrication.

Eventually Garble passed out with a thud on his side, and likewise Scratch and Tavi went limp. Between them they'd fucked dozens of ponies, leaving themselves exhausted, the sleeping carnies passed out all around them, still drenched in juices that formed puddles around the peacefully slumbering numbers. By now the dawn was breaking over the trashed carnival.

“T-Trixie wishes to thank you both,” she wheezed while her twat oozed spunk, nearly fucked senseless again.

“Don't mention it,” said Starlight who cuddled up to her, also dripping with dragon sperm. “I hated to do all that to you, but I didn't have much choice!” She laughed. “See? Celestia and Luna were useless, as usual. Glad I ignored them.”

Trixie snickered. “Yeah, we all owe you. Trixie'll make it up to you later,” she promised with half-lidded eyes.

“I'll hold you to that! As for you Spike, you screwed up a bit, but you made up for it, so...want to join us?” Starlight rolled onto her back, backlegs spread while she presented herself to him with bats of her eyelashes.

He cast them a dopey grin that showed off his golden tooth. “Heck yeah!” His tail swished about in anticipation. He'd clean up his clubs later, make certain the drugs weren't passed on any further.

They'd likely have to repeat this process for sometime, but between them it shouldn't be so hard, especially if they could recruit some of those they rescued to their crusade.

Author's Note

I never intended Cum on the Dance Floor to have a sequel, let-alone a follow-up to that, so forgive how scant this tale is, as I wrote it to fulfill a request. Didn't really have much more to say in this continuity, since I can only write about ponies getting their brains broken in so many ways!

Spike was added as wished by the person requesting a sequel, as they wished him to be the mastermind behind this, but I didn't want to make him a heel without good justification so this is the compromise!

Should I add another chapter eventually showing a threesome between Spike/Starlight/Trixie or just leave the story here? Tell me below or otherwise I'll just wrap this up and move onto other projects. Thanks for reading!