It's all about the size...

Spike never used to feel awkward, sure he was small and nervous but he'd never found himself constantly blushing and darting his eyes around everywhere like he did nowadays. It wasn't entirely his fault, it was just the way the world was and he just happened to be in the wrong places at the wrong time... or the right places at the right time depending on how you looked at it. Whatever the circumstances were, fortunate or not, the fact was the same... Spike was living in a world where every single pony had a huge amount of junk in the trunk and ever since he became legal, his still scrawny frame had led to the ponies around him delighting in playfully teasing the poor drake or making him cum with their fat juicy rears without actually gracing him with the pleasure of their insides.

It certainly didn't help that in pony society there were certainly plenty of clothes to wear but it seemed the preferred fashion was panties that got lost in the valley of any and every set of huge cheeks, jean shorts that did nothing to hide or even necessarily contain the titanic amount of ass flesh every mare seemed to be packing and more often than not... most mares decided that clothes just weren't right for them and wore absolutely nothing at all. Spike was the only one who wore a full set of clothes out of a sense of decency and dignity, often opting to wear a completely blue ensemble, his hoodie, t-shirt, jeans, trainers, even his socks and underwear were all varying shades of blue.

Though that never stopped those around him continuously and consistently messing with him, like Zecora using his face as a seat, how did he keep getting mixed up in these things?