“Oh come on, that was bullshit!” Spike shouted, gesturing wildly to the flickering television screen.

Which displayed an image of a stallion made out of fire keeling over and collapsing onto the ground. His opponent, a mare seemingly sculpted from solid ice, flexed as the screen displayed the word ‘defeat’ in broad, bold letters.

“These hitboxes are stupid. God I hope this guy lets me have another rematch,” Spike muttered, one hand going to his cup holder while the other scratched his bountiful posterior.

Made fat by too many hours spent in front of the screen, Spike’s butt was the perfect size for the dragon to spend all day gaming. Almost completely nude, the young dragon tipped back the contents of the tin can before grimacing in irritation when nothing came out. Peering inside revealed that the container was completely empty, and glancing at the screen confirmed that his opponent had left.

“Damn,” Spike cursed. “I guess hes not up for first to thirty wins.”

The dragon considered queuing back up, but a glint from the corner of the room caught his eye.

“It has been a couple hours,” Spike murmured. “Ahh what the heck.”

He then stood up from his spot on the couch, waded through the dirty clothes, garbage and discarded game cases over to the kitchen table. Where a tall beaker shaped object with a secondary tube jutting from near its base waited patiently for him.

“Now then. Where is the green good stuff,” he muttered to himself.

His search across the plate covered table was interrupted when the door to his apartment burst open and Twilight charged inside. The woman wore a very professional black suit, with a white shirt and purple tie, as well as a dark, knee length skirt.

“Spike the dragon! Where have you been?” Twilight shouted, the alicorn’s wings flaring in anger.

“Uh… right here?” Spike asked, gesturing to the couch, while subtly putting himself between his mother figure and the smoking accessory.

“Obviously,” Twilight scoffed.

“Then why did you even ask?” Spike demanded.

“Because I thought you’d have an excuse for why you haven't shown up for the bachelor auction!” Twilight demanded.

“Bachelor auction? Why would I be there, I’m not gay,” Spike replied.

Twilight groaned, and dragged a hand down her face. “I can't believe you forgot. It was literally the only thing I asked for in return for paying your rent for another month.”

“Oh uh, right. I was just about to get my clothes on. I totally remember,” Spike exclaimed with an awkward, feeble smile.

“Maybe this whole thing wasn't a good idea. You clearly aren't ready to be on your own,” Twilight declared, glancing around the dirty, ill kept apartment.

“Oh ignore all that. My uh… maid, is dropping by tomorrow,” Spike exclaimed.

“Maid?” Twilight scoffed. “How did you afford that?”

“Hey I make good money,” Spike retorted.

“Doing what, exactly?” Twilight replied.

Spike bit his lip. “I’m in sales?”

Twilight hummed thoughtfully before shrugging. “Well so long as your doing something other than smoking pot and playing video games all day.”

“No way. Me? Pfft, I’d never do that,” Spike scoffed, side stepping awkwardly with his bong clutched tight against his spine. “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m just going to get some clothes on and we can go.”

“Wait. Why do you need so much clothes anyway? You didn't wear much more then shorts when you were younger,” Twilight called.

“It's fashion, Twilight. Keep up with the times!” Spike shouted, waddle running his way backwards down the hallway and into his bedroom.

Twilight sighed. “Maybe I should get out more.”

“Really? That's fashionable?” Twilight asked.

Spike rolled his eyes and straightened his back, displaying his loose fitting hoodie, and equally baggy jeans. “I’ll have you know this is the peak of fashion. All the bands I listen to dress like this,” Spike declared.

“I knew I shouldn't have bought you that M.C Wrench C.D,” Twilight murmured. “Now hurry up, the auction is happening at the old town hall, and it's already almost over.”

Spike sighed. “Oh come on Twilight, relax. The auction thingy will still be going on by the time we get there.”

“You don't get it Spike!” Twilight shouted, spinning towards the male. “This is for the save the animals fund. I can't let Fluttershy down, not after that fiasco at the grand opening of the Ponyville zoo.”

“Wait, was that when you unleashed a thousand pigeons and they pooped on everyone?” Spike asked.

Twilight screamed in frustration. “It wasn't my fault those dumb birds wouldn't go when I told them to.”

Spike giggled. “Oh that's rich. Let me guess. You also haven't asked her out yet either?”

“There hasn't been a good time, and she just got out of a thing with that stoner friend of… why am I talking to you about this? You’ve never even had a boyfriend,” Twilight demanded.

“A. I did so have a girlfriend, and b, why do you still think I’m gay?” Spike shouted.

“Oh come on. We both know about that dildo you hid under your bed while you still lived with me,” Twilight dismissed.

“I… but you… I never…” Spike’s mouth slammed shut and a hot blush crossed his face.

“Wait, you didn't know that I knew? Even after I gave you that whole spiel about cleaning your toys?” Twilight exclaimed, barely able to restrain her laughter.

“I just thought you were talking about my legos!” Spike shouted.

“Spike, you were seventeen. You hadn't touched your lego in years. Now come on, we have precious little time to waste,” Twilight declared.

Before Spike could offer some kind of retort, he was pulled towards the circular two story structure that had faithfully served as Ponyville’s town hall for decades. A large banner welcoming everyone to the first annual bachelor auction for the save the animals fund hung over the entrance. Which was not where they were going, as Twilight all but dragged Spike around the back, to where a door was already open.

The second after entering they were met by what sounded like sobbing from somewhere nearby. Familiar sobbing at that. After traveling down a short hallway, the pair entered into a large open space dominated by a red curtain that was currently drawn.

“Oh no,” Twilight muttered.

Spike glanced over to find that Fluttershy was weeping openly into the arms of a certain minotaur known for his self help seminars. The pegasus wore her usual sundress, while Iron Will wore only a tight black muscle shirt and a pair of equally tight shorts.

“What happened?” Twilight demanded.

“Oh it's just dreadful!” Fluttershy shouted. “We’ve hardly made any money at all!”

“Hey now that's not true. Iron Will brought in over five hundred bits!” declared the minotaur.

“Yeah but that's pretty much all we made, and that only barely covers our expenses. Noone even bid on Joe!” Fluttershy cried.

The overweight donut salesman sighed and absently poked his stomach. “Well Joe. I guess mother was wrong. These aren't love handles after all.”

“What about the cardboard cut out of my brother?” Twilight asked.

Fluttershy sniffed. “Five whole bits.”

“Damn. That doesn't even cover the cost of printing,” Twilight muttered.

“Wait, Spike! You’re here!” Fluttershy shouted. “You’re just in time too! The last auction is just about to wrap up.”

“Err right. So, what am I supposed to be doing exactly?” Spike asked.

“You are supposed to do everything Pinkie Pie tells you, then when you are bought you are to go with whomever purchased you and do everything they say for the rest of the night,” Twilight explained.

“Wait. Like, anything, anything?” Spike asked.

“Yes, anything, now go! I think I can hear people getting up to leave,” Twilight hissed.

A firm hand shoved Spike through the curtain, and out onto a stage where Pinkie Pie stood with a mic in one hand and a glass container in the other. The woman wore a particularly bright pink dress with more ruffles than Spike had ever seen in one place before.

“And the jar of Big Macintosh’s hoof clippings is sold to Miss Cheerilee for fifty bits!” Pinkie Pie shouted. “Please approach the stage to receive your prize and make sure to have your bits ready.”

The school teacher let out a shrill cry of success before bounding through the crowd, and all but throwing a pile of bits at Pinkie Pie. Who awkwardly handed her the jar before stepping back and allowing the other woman to sprint off into the night.

“But don't go anywhere quite yet folks. We’ve saved the best for last!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, grabbing Spike around the shoulder and leaning in close. “Just roll with it and look cute. This is a tough crowd,” she whispered before releasing him.

“Err okay,” Spike muttered.

“Yes, that's right everypony. The last eligible bachelor is none other than our very own Spike the dragon!” PInkie Pie exclaimed.

Spike gulped, and awkwardly waved at the crowd, who sat quietly, merely staring at him until someone coughed.

“Oh come on you guys. Spike here is a young, nubile young drake who is only eighteen years of age. Surely at least some of you are interested in taking this stud home with you tonight,” Pinkie Pie continued.

“Meh,” someone muttered.

“Right,” Pinkie Pie leaned in close to Spike and whispered in his ear. “I guess were going to have to resort to drastic measures. Spike, ditch the clothes.”

“What? I can't do that,” Spike hissed back.

“Just do it,” Pinkie Pie replied.

Spike paled, glancing from the bored, empty expressions of the crowd, to Pinkie Pie, and then finally back the way he came. Where the sharp, angry eyes of Twilight peered out at him, the alicorn’s judging glare being cut off when Fluttershy let out a particularly loud wail of despair. The suit clad woman then ducked back behind the curtain, leaving Spike to merely stand there awkwardly and gulp in fear.

“Come on Spike. Hurry up,” Pinkie Pie pressed.

“Okay I’m going,” Spike muttered.

“Great,” Pinkie Pie stepped forward, putting the mic to her lips once more. “Now I can tell you all are less than enthused, but don't you worry. This is only the start of the show. Take it away Spike!”

The dragon grinned, and waved awkwardly, a move which garnered him several raised eyebrows, though that was the extent of the response. It was his next action which got him far more attention, as he reached down, and began to remove his sweatshirt. Pausing just long enough to bite his lip, and work up enough courage to remove the peice of cloth, Spike tossed it aside. Now standing there in a thin, white tshirt, a good section of the crowd began to lean forward in their seats.

“Keep going,” Pinkie Pie urged, continuing to speak while Spike debated what to do. “As you can see he's a little shy, but don't worry he's got what you ladies, and stallions, want. So lets start hearing those bids, who has a hundred bits?”

“A hundred and ten!” someone shouted.

Spike paused, and looked out to find that Rainbow Dash had been the one to yell the number.

“A hundred and twenty!” countered another voice.

“A hundred and twenty five!” added a third.

“Come on Spike, lose the shirt,” Pinkie Pie demanded.

Spike gulped, and though he was tempted to glance back at Twilight, he resisted that urge. Instead he reached down, and gripped the shirt in both hands, his claws hooking under the fabric. He then raised his arms above his head, and wiggled out of the constraining fabric, throwing it in the slowly growing pile of clothes.

“I think I was wrong earlier. This is no stud, this is a mare,” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, running a hand down Spike’s chest.

The young dragon blushed, and crossed his arms over his chest, unable to speak due to how embarrassed he was. He only became even more self conscious when the crowd suddenly became louder than ever before.

“Two hundred!” Rainbow Dash shouted.

“Two fifty!” yelled a pony Spike was able to discern to be Octavia.

“Three hundred!” Rainbow Dash immediately countered.

“Oh this is good,” Pinkie Pie whispered. “Keep those clothes coming.”

“But Pinkie I didn't have time to change my… well. I’d rather not say,” Spike retorted.

“You don't want to disappoint everyone, do you?” Pinkie Pie countered.

Spike sighed, and shook his head. “N-no. I don't want that.”

“Good, then lose the pants,” Pinkie Pie declared.

“Three fifty five!” shouted Octavia.

“Ladies, please. This fine little mare is worth far more than that,” Pinkie Pie exclaimed. “Why, just look for yourself.”

Spike hesitated, his claws hooked under his pants, a wide, awkward blush crossing his face. Looking out over the crowd revealed that many in attendance were watching him with intense eyes, waiting for him to act. He didn't get the choice to ruminate on his decision for long however, as Pinkie Pie grabbed his pants and heaved them downwards.

For a moment Spike merely stood there in shock, a soft, cool breeze tickling his lower extremities. Then he released a shrill shriek, and covered his crotch with both hands, while trying to turn away in order to preserve his dignity. An action that was more or less impossible given that he wore only a thin, lacey pink thong that just barely covered his budding erection.

“Ooh, would you look at that folks. It seems as though our little mare is more girly than I thought,” Pinkie Pie exclaimed. “Now lets-”

“Five hundred!” Shouted Rainbow Dash.

“Oh my, can Octavia meet such a price?” Pinkie Pie egged on.

“Five twenty five!” Octavia countered.

Pinkie Pie licked her lips and leaned in close to Spike’s ear. “Now then. Let's see how high we can go.”

“What do you mean?” Spike hissed, shifting from foot to foot in order to hide his shame.

“You two girls seem very determined, but let's see how far that determination goes, shall we?” Pinkie Pie teased.

Spike didn't have the chance to ask what she meant, as the woman suddenly stuffed her microphone into her hair. She then leaned down, trailing her hands across Spike’s more or less naked form, and causing him to squeal in surprise. Pinkie didn't stop there though, as her strong digits gripped his weak claws and pulled them away before swiftly grabbing his thong.

A yelp of shock was all Spike could utter before he felt himself be exposed to what felt like the entire town. Though quick to cover his small, three inch erection, the dragon had little doubt that everyone had already seen it. A fact made even more audience when he heard excited murmurings come from the crowd.

“Oh my. Our little mare has quite the clit on her, doesn't she?” Pinkie Pie teased.

“Pinkie, please,” Spike hissed, awkwardly raising a leg in order to try and better cover himself.

“We aren't done here,” Pinkie Pie whispered.

“Six hundred!” Rainbow Dash shouted.

“Seven hundred!” Octavia countered.

“Seven hundred and fifty,” Rainbow Dash yelled, the pegasus now standing on her chair.

“Damn this is good, but I think we can do even better,” murmured Pinkie Pie.

Spike turned to the side in an attempt to hide, a red hot blush now covering his entire face. “What do you mean? I don't have any clothes lefFFT!”

The dragon suddenly felt his ass cheeks be pulled apart by the firm, yet still soft fingers of Pinkie Pie. The knowledge that even his dainty little boy hole had been exposed to the entire audience was too much and for a moment Spike short circuited. The dragon came to a moment later, his mind rebooting when he heard a powerful, commanding voice shout three words.

“One thousand bits!” Rainbow Dash declared.

The crowd was silent, a soft murmur ran through the audience, and in the silence, Spike wiggled out of Pinkie Pie’s grip. He then hastily hid behind the show woman, fully expecting to be forced out in front of the audience once more. Sure enough, a second later and he was gently picked up, placed before them, a strong hand holding him in place.

“Is that too rich for your blood, Octavia?” Pinkie Pie teased, seemingly unconcerned by Spike’s attempts at escape.

The woman then leaned down, pried Spike’s hand from his crotch, and began to roughly fondle his cock. Spike, unable to move from a mixture of embarrassment and shock, merely stood there, whimpering in barely contained pleasure. It was a strange feeling to receive such rough ministrations while in front of so many people, yet Spike couldn't bring himself to tell her off. So he merely stood there, blushing, and occasionally moaning as he felt Pinkie Pie play with his cock.

“One thousand three hundred and sixty nine bits!” Octavia shouted.

Pinkie Pie giggled. “It sounds like someone's almost out of bits. Can Rainbow Dash match it?”

“One thousand three hundred, and seventy bits!” Rainbow Dash yelled only a second later.

“Come on, that can't be everything I have,” Octavia muttered, the woman digging through her pockets, and turning them inside out.

“Going once,” Pinkie Pie warned.

“Lyra, can I borrow some money?” Octavia pleaded.

“Your really asking me of all people if you can borrow bits?” Lyra replied.

Octavia sighed. “I should have known better to assume that you’d have anything.”

“Going twice,” Pinkie Pie declared.

Octavia slumped to her chair, and crossed her arms over her chest, clearly defeated.

“And sold to Rainbow Dash for one thousand three hundred and seventy bits!” Pinkie Pie declared. “Woohoo, excellent bidding everyone!”

As the woman cheered, she grabbed Spike’s arms and raised them above the dragon’s head, waving them around as she did her own.

“Woooo….” Spike muttered. “At least it's someone I know.”

Pinkie Pie dropped the dragon’s arms and strode to the front of the stage. “And that is the end of our program this evening. If you have not come to collect and or pay for your prize then please do so now.”

Spike used the moment of calm as everyone stood up from their seats to hastily put his clothes back on. He then breathed a sigh of relief, and stood next to Pinkie Pie, shooting her the occasional glare.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Pinkie Pie asked incredulously. “You were clearly enjoying yourself back there. You were so hard I’m surprised you didn't blow your load in front of everyone.”

“That's not the point,” Spike hissed. “I didn't...”

The dragon’s complaint faded when he realized that he did genuinely enjoy every second he was up there. It was true, he realized, that he had been a few strokes away from cumming in front of everyone. Not only that but he also felt a strange sense of pride at costing more than two months of rent.

“Dude that was so hot,” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, startling Spike from his internal dilemma.

“I know right?” Pinkie Pie gushed. “My little mare did an excellent job.”

“I’m not- yipe!” Spike shouted when Pinkie Pie’s hand suddenly impacted his ass, and made him jump into the air.

“Oh I am so looking forward to breaking you in tonight,” Rainbow Dash exclaimed.

Spike opened his mouth to respond, but was distracted by the way her short skirt was tenting slightly. Rainbow Dash was quick to remedy this by shifting slightly, turning her body away from Spike and obscuring his view. Leaving the dragon wondering if he had indeed seen what he thought he had, or if it had merely been a crease in the woman’s outfit.

Either way, Rainbow Dash stuck her hands into her leather jacket and flashed a wide grin at Spike. “You know, normally I’d punch a guy for checking me out like that,” she exclaimed with a smug smirk on her face.

“I wasn't-” Spike began, only to be interrupted when Rainbow Dash burst out laughing.

“Oh you are too cute. It's fine, I give you permission to check me out this once, though next time you’re going to have to ask for such a privilege,” Rainbow Dash declared.

Spike’s jaw hung open, and his cock pulsed needfully within its cloth prison, his mind suddenly repeating the words he had just heard. I give you permission. There was something in that short, simple phrase that seemed to activate a part of him that Spike hadn't known about.

Either way his thoughts were interrupted once more when Rainbow Dash produced a bag full of gold coins from seemingly nowhere. “Oh yeah. You probably want these. Here,” Rainbow Dash remarked, tossing the bag at Pinkie.

Who caught it, and quickly opened it. “Oh wow Dashy. You got quite the horde here.”

“Yeah I thought the bidding might go higher so I dumped almost a full month’s earnings in there. You can just keep the rest. I don't want to have to haul it all the way back home,” Rainbow Dash flippantly replied.

“Are you sure? There’s gotta be like… almost two thousand bits in here,” Pinkie Pie replied.

Rainbow Dash shrugged. “It's for a good cause.”

“Well alright then,” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, tightening the drawstring of the bag, and tucking it into a pocket.

“So uh… what did you have planned?” Spike asked.

“Oh you know…” Rainbow Dash leaned in close, and licked her lips. “Stuff.”

“Like….” Spike replied, rolling a claw in the air.

“You’ll see. Now come on. Let's get out of here before Fluttershy finds out she just made all the bits she needs to keep her organization running for another few months,” Rainbow Dash declared, already grabbing Spike by the shoulder.

“You don't have to push,” Spike muttered.

Together the pair walked down the stairs, and towards an exit, with Spike hazarding a glance over his shoulder. He saw Pinkie Pie dramatically throw back the curtain, wave the bag of bits around, and then be hit by a flying Fluttershy. More tears were had, Iron Will walked off with a rather flamboyantly dressed man, and Twilight flashed Spike a winning smile.

Spike didn't feel quite so triumphant as the others however, and merely sighed as he plodded along next to Rainbow Dash. His dark thoughts didn't last long though, as his mind quickly returned to what he had seen only a few seconds earlier. That dark outline, that impressive length, and girth, it was all so…

Tantalizing.

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