The street lights of Maretropolis flickered slightly as a young dragon flew underneath them. The city had been quiet over the last few hours, and the hero was not happy as he continued to look for any crime to fight or villain with an evil plan to thwart.
He sighed, defeated, landing on the street concluding that perhaps the comic book he’d reserved was broken in some way. With his boots making a slight squeaking sound as he walked along the sidewalk, the dragon rolled his eyes in annoyance at how the day’s events were going.
Twilight had left the day before In order to attend a princess summit for a few days taking starlight with her leaving Spike alone in the castle. It was amazing for him being left alone with all the comics he could read, and fun he could have, by himself in a week excited him. What he was most excited for however was the newest issue of the power ponies. It not only was the tenth anniversary this month, but the creators had promised a special gift along with the new comic.
He’d made sure to get up earlier than he normally did just to get the comic as soon as possible. Putting the rest of the mail (mostly consisting of letters and a few bills) on the table by the front doors, he quickly rushed back to his room clutching the stuffed envelope. As he held it his claws slightly trembling he entered his bedroom closing the door behind him, slamming it in the process, before flopping onto his bed. He opened the package with a claw before taking out what was inside.
The first thing he pulled out was a collection of the first 30 issues of the power ponies. The artwork on the cover depicted the superheros team making heroic poses with the power ponies logo above them and the words 10 Years of Power Ponies Vol. 1 below.
Putting the comic aside, the next thing he took out was a new one. The cover showed Humdrum tied down to what looked like a hospital table struggling to escape. A stallion wearing a doctor’s uniform loomed above him wearing a face mask and stethoscope holding out what looked like an oxygen mask with a gas canister in the corner of the cover. The words The Humdrum Adventures were on the top of the cover in bold golden letters with an asterix and the number one in the same color but slightly smaller next to the name.
Interested to see what the story of the comic would be, Spike flipped it open, but as he did there was a bright light coming from the pages. He tried closing the book, but it was already too late. In a matter of only seconds the dragon was gone letting the comic drop onto the bed, closing itself. The next thing the dragon knew he was standing in Maretropolis wearing the same costume he had a few years before. Consisting of the dark blue rubber boots and gloves, the tight black eye mask, the belt, red cape and the skin tight golden rubber jumpsuit with a giant letter H in bold dark blue text.
Spike was pulled from his thoughts as he bumped into a sliding door. Taking a closer look at the building he’d bumped into, he saw from the inside it looked like some kind of doctor’s office. The entrance led right into a waiting room with a receptionist desk across from where Spike was standing. He was a little surprised to see a stallion sitting at the desk reading a book since it seemed to be late at night from what Spike could tell, but he made his way inside hoping to sit down for at least a few minutes. Entering the building, the earth pony behind the counter looked up at him, put his book down, then straightened his back.
“Do you have an appointment with Dr. swirl?” The stallion asked; preparing to look up the dragon on his computer.
“No. I just need a place to sit down for a sec. Crimes have been kinda low tonight, and flying a lot kinda hurts my wings.” He replied with a bit of a nervous chuckle feeling slightly silly being in a doctor’s office wearing a superhero costume.
“I uh... Can’t let you do that. It’s kind of a policy that you have to see the doctor or be accompanying someone who is.” He said a little embarrassed himself as he spoke and began to type. “I can probably see if Swirl will see you for a quick checkup and your insurance could probably cover it.”
“Okay,” he said, a little unsure, but deciding to go with it. If it meant he could rest his body and aching wings even if just for a little bit. “My name is Humdrum but I also go by Spike sometimes.” He added before he headed to take a seat in one of the plastic chairs.
As he sat there waiting he sighed as his body got a chance to rest after what felt like hours looking for some kind of crime or even petty mischief to stop. He closed his eyes to relax a little more, but within only a few minutes his name was called by the earth pony receptionist who was standing in the doorway to the back of the office. He led Spike to an examination room waiting for him to get onto the metal table as he prepared to check his blood pleasure and look at his eyes and ears. As the light from the device shined into his eyes, even for a few seconds, the dragon felt dazed but tried to brush it off.
He didn’t notice as the earth pony left the room, but when there was a knock at the door the dragon slowly sat up a little straighter. The pony that entered was a unicorn wearing a white doctor’s uniform along with a face mask and a clipboard in his hands. “Hello there Humdrum, I’m Dr. Swirl.” The stallion said looking over the clipboard as he went and stood in front of the dragon “Do you mind taking your boots off for me? I need to get an accurate measurement of your feet.”
Spike started taking off his boots showing off his feet to the stallion without even a second thought. Something seemed to be compelling the dragon to obey. Once both of his boots were off the doctor picked up a ruler off of a desk and started to measure the hero’s feet. Whenever Spike moved too much he got a twack on the bottom of both of his feet no matter what foot he’d moved. By the time the measurements were finished his feet were slightly red and they stung.
“Good size it looks like.” The doctor muttered to himself writing the numbers down on his clipboard nodding to himself before clearing his throat and pretending to move on to the next part of the checkup. “Now I need you to lay down and stay still.” He said watching the dragon comply with the request.
When Spike laid on his back he was a little confused as to what was going on. He wanted to rub his sore feet, but he couldn’t at the moment as he had been told to lay down. Thoughts of sitting up or even getting his boots back on and leaving filled his mind, but they quickly were forgotten about as the red coated stallion put an oxygen mask on his face with a few different tubes attached to it. Before he had any chance to move a strange gas started to pour into his mouth and nose. He tried to sit up, but the stallion held him in place.
“No moving during this next part of the check up.” He told him as the gas continued to fill the mask with the smell of sweat mixed with feet. The more that he was forced to take in the more that he huffed the gas. At first he tried his best to stop, but as time went on he didn’t seem to mind as his breaths got deeper and deeper.
While the gas was being pumped into his body he soon calmed down. Laying on the table breathing in deep and exhaling slowly. The doctor didn’t even have to hold him down after a few minutes, making him smirk as he lowered his pants and underwear, letting his cock out into the open. His musky smell started to fill the room, but it didn’t fit long as he took the end of the tube that wasn’t being used. He held onto it as he went into one of his drawers and took out a cylindricalpiece of plastic that he put around his shaft and put the free end of the tube into a hole on the cylinder.
Using his horn, the unicorn’s white magical aura surrounded the plastic. The strong smell of musk intermingled with the smells of the gas becoming even stronger causing the dragon to start to cough as he began sweating in his hero costume. The overpowering smell the musk added when mixed with the gas made Spike start to drool slightly as a glossy look began to devolve in his eyes.
“Can you understand me?” Dr. Swirl asked, only getting a moan and a slight nod in response, “Good. Now I need you to take a deep breath in and slowly let it out.”
The heroic dragon did as instructed, taking a lungful of the musky gas and holding it there waiting for more orders. Holding his breath in such a way slowly started to get to him making Spike feel even more lighthearted then the gas already did.
“Now when you let it out I want you to relax your mind. Let it wander the more you breathe.” Swirl said as he had a more sinister look on his face, “Well Humdrum… It’s a miracle you don’t remember me,” He said as he looked him in the eye, “You ruined my plans of world domination and now I have my revenge… I can rebuild my fortune with you as my little slut... !” He said as he pat him on the head in a condescending way.
Hearing the new command he slowly let the noxious gas escape his lungs while drool continued to drip out from his mouth. The vacant look in his eyes became more prominent. Swirl smirked and started to take advantage of the dragon’s dazed state. He started small, softly rubbing the dragon’s belly and slowly went down to his private area. Not seeing a reaction, Swirl smirked again. He then got a bit more rough, spitting on the dragon’s face then even directly into his mouth… He had no reaction. A few minutes passed and Swirl wanted one last test… He turned the dragon over and smacked him right on the ass… And rather than a blank reaction… The dragon gave a small grin. “It worked!!!”
As time passed by, even time itself began to have less and less of an effect on Spike. His mind not only became more clouded but became empty as well. Memories of Twilight, Ponyville, and all of his friends being blown away like in some sort of fog came to him as he continued taking deep rhythmic breaths in and out over and over. Within a few minutes he was slowly unhooked from the mask as the doctor called out for his receptionist.
“I’m coming.” The earth pony replied as he soon entered the office and saw the once hero on the examination table “I’ll help get him ready.”
“Good work Pencil Pusher.” The doctor said with a smile and patted the grey colored stallion before finishing up his notes.
He walked up to Spike getting a closer look at his glassy eyes and slack-jawed face. He smiled to himself before he slowly started undressing him, first taking off the black eye mask followed by the gloves and finally the suit itself. Pencil pusher unzipped the costume and lifted Spike out of it.
“Don’t worry; you’re still going to help serve the community.” As he spoke, the words went one ear and out the other while he took the dragon to be fitted for his new home.
Before too long, Spike was placed in a set of stalks outside the doctor’s office with an open mouth gag keeping him from talking or refusing service in any chance that he might start to fight back how little that might be and a tight-fitting plug in his ass keeping any and all sperm from escaping.
Within a few days every hour there were at least a few stallions plowing the dragon. Most didn’t care about his comfort, slapping their balls against his chin or anus in a need to release their loads. Some made sure to finish in his mouth while others covered his body in globs of cum. The most cruel even tried to smear it into his scales as a form of marking.
His body was riddled with writing within a few days: Slut, fag and whore being comonn, but on the dragon’s forehead in big bold letters was the word HUMDUMB. The dragon knew very little of what had happened to him. Any possible thought he could have is either ignored or directly related to being a dumb slut. When the ponies talk down to him and call him slut, he simply smiles and nods: not a care in the world, just sex and cum, what else could the dragon hero want?
