Pink

~Pink~

~Part One~

Bound, gagged and dazed, Spike awoke to the chilling sounds of a familiar mare puffing on a cigarette. Her mane curled in wildly outrageous swirls, and her eyes just looked her pet up and down with lust. Thoughts of what he was about to go through entered Spike's mind, and he shivered in unearthly anticipation, unable to wait much longer. The mare casually trotted towards him while putting out the cigarette in an ashtray sitting on a table to the left of her. Kissing his forehead ever so gently and a single hoof running down his smooth chest. He moaned from the touch, so kind but slightly pressuring him to unsheathe his dragon might. However, he knew letting desire win would bring punishment his way. After all, Pinkie didn't like her new and still under-trained pet to simply give in so easily, so he fought it but still showed a smile. Just what she wanted.

She returned to the cauldron, her ankle rings jingling as she leaned over it. Dipping her hooves in momentarily, just the tips and bringing them out for her to take a test sniff, she grinned and said, “It's almost ready...” Spike wondered what the mixture was, but knew it would be good. “It's not really a drink, more of a toxic chemical made especially for dragons.” Spike licked the ball gag that was securely sinking into his mouth and rubbing against his fangs. “I'll need to thank Zecora later on for the book and ingredients. When we're done though, there's the price I'll need to pay, but don't worry my cute and cuddly pet... You'll be assisting me in that!”

Spike huffed through his nose, thankful for the revelation. If anything, he was what Pinkie used to buy everything, which was perfectly fine by him. Becoming her pet had to have been the single greatest thing Spike could've ever wished for. He looked at his pink master, eying her attractive flank, the skimpy top she wore, the adorable earring, and of course the red rose headpiece which was like the icing on the cake. He felt pain on his tied claws, but that was fine. He was used to the stimulation by then. Unfortunately, the story's escalating a bit too much, isn't it?

Three weeks prior to the scene above, Spike's first crush, Rarity left Ponyville to act as Twilight's new and promising fashion designer. Twilight, who had been assigned to remain in Canterlot for the next five years promised Spike he could handle the tree house without her consent or presence. Truth be told but only within the teenage dragon's mind, he wished nothing more than to remain with Twilight who he thought of as a close, though biologically unrelated sister. On the day she left, his heart was hurt greater than ever before. Only a week passed before his heart was shattered even worse than that.

“You're leaving too?!”

Rarity had justly informed him of the bad news. Bad for him, but a blessing in disguise for her. Without Twilight to boss him around, Rarity couldn't get his sorry excuse for an obsessive assistant away long enough for her to relax in peace. A girl needs her alone time, after all. With him constantly wanting to “help” her with dress making, sewing, model preparing; even trying to model for her, the mare often ended up ruining her own work as opposed to completing it and giving the style a corrective form of art. Spike was never blown off, though. Rarity simply dealt with the outrageous interference until finally, a letter arrived informing her of Twilight's offer.

“I know it's hard for you, Spike,” she said standing at the doorway of the dragon's house, “but I'm needed in Canterlot... You'll be fine though, I'm sure.”

She was correct on that, but at the unfortunate time, Spike had been so hurt with her leaving that after he watched the carriage fly off into the sunset, he couldn't help but weep. There wasn't even a goodbye hug. Rarity never even left without so much as a tear being shed, but Spike, once he was alone cried. It wasn't like Rarity to be so uncaring for him, and even though the dragon could've guessed it was because of sheer annoyance Rarity was barely hurt, his mind just wouldn't wrap around the truth. Not only did he basically drive her away by being in the way rather than helping, but Rarity also missed her friend dearly. It had only been a week, sure, but without Twilight there, Rarity felt alone despite Spike's unwanted company. Besides, unicorns tend to stick with their race and get along with their kind better.

Returning to the story at hoof, Spike was sad, lonely and lovesick. He needed a friend more than even at that time, and who better to cheer him up than his new, soon-to-be future obsession, Pinkie Pie? She was passing along the way, minding her own when his whimpers caught her attention. Peering through the window and observing him write up the day's log in the lobby desk, she allowed her jaw to drop. She knew Rarity was leaving, but she didn't think she'd go while crushing Spike's fragile frame in the process.

The door knocked, but Spike just sat there writing his misery in words. The door knocked again, a more notable space in between the thumps that time. He asked, “Who's there?” in a depressing voice. “I'm not here. Nopony is... Whoever is there, just go away please.”

It sounded again, the knocks were louder this time, so Spike finally stood, walked to the door while wiping his red eyes and answered. No one was there. Not a soul stood on the front entryway. “Okay...”

Upon turning around, Pinkie startled him into falling right out the door and landing on the hard dirt outside. “Oh, I'm so sorry Spike! I just let myself in and-”

“How? Did you sneak in through the window or something?”

“Eh, what does that matter?” Pinkie asked while helping him up. Spike entered and asked if Pinkie would like anything to eat or drink. “No, I'm good... I'm uh, more worried for you, Spike. I saw you crying and...”

Spike scratched his scaly head and explained, “I'm fine... just fine. Rarity's in Canterlot, Twilight's there too... What's there for me to be grumbling about?”

Pinkie rolled her eyes at his sarcastic attitude. “I know you're trying to just get rid of me, but I'm not leaving till I get a smile outta yah!”

The dragon planted himself in the rolling chair and looked at his journal entry which was stained with his bitter tears. One more fell, and was followed by a sniffle. “Look, Pinkie, I'm seriously not in the mood to worry about giving you a smile. Please, just leave.”

“Absolutely not! I'm here to make you happy, and I swear by the Alicorns themselves I'll get a smile out of you one way or another!”

Becoming fed up, anger rising, Spike whirred around, jumped up and said, “Not everypony wants to be happy twenty-four seven! I just wanna be alone right now. Could you give me that, please?”

Scowling at his persistence, Pinkie looked around the room, reminders of Twilight scattered everywhere. Even the sight of books would be enough to make Spike burst into tears by then. She needed to get him out and away from the place till he was in the right mental state. Grabbing the dragon by his neck, Pinkie carried him out of the house while he struggled and yelled, “Hey! Let me go, Pinkie!”

“Mo, you're beinth ridichuphous! You're cominph with meh, and thath's phinal!”

Feeling her spit drizzle down his back made him shut up, lest he wanted her to continue with her ranting. It was good this was occurring in the near dead of night when everypony was either asleep, at Vinyl's night club or at home relaxing with a good read. It would've been ten times more embarrassing if the streets were filled with familiar faces, and Spike knew Pinkie wouldn't care. She would've dragged him all the way to her home regardless of everypony watching. As they entered, Spike was taken to her upstairs room, tossed onto the bed and found himself to be trapped thanks to his captor locking the door.

“Alright, you've got me here... Now what Pinks?”

“Now, I'm gonna tell you why being all depressed about this is a stupid thing for you to do.” Spike lowered his crossed arms and looked down, then returned his gaze to her knowing this was more than likely for the best. Taking a deep breath, Pinkie began. “First off, you were being a bit bothersome towards Rarity.” Her voice was calm, and the style she said things was in a very safe approaching way. “I'd see you constantly up her flank, wanting her attention by offering assistance when it wasn't needed at all. When Twilight left, you went overboard. I mean, sure. It's understandable Rarity was there and open to your company, but you abused that gift... I wanna say fate gave you.”

Spike nodded his head. “I just... was lonely, and Rarity was there... Deep inside, I knew she wouldn't shun me away... I must have made an idiot of myself.”

Grabbing his back and pulling him in for a tender hug, Pinkie said, “It's okay. We all make idiots of ourselves at some points in our lives. You just do it more than others.”

Chuckling, Spike defended with, ”Oh, you're one to talk!”

“There we go! I knew I'd get a smile!”

Clasping his open lips, Spike realized she was right. Somehow, she worked her special ways into his heart and brought out happiness he was confident, not ten minutes ago, just wasn't there. Lowering his claws, Spike said, “Yeah... You did... Thanks Pinkie. I just don't know what I'm gonna do without Rarity, though.”

Tapping her bottom lip with her hoof, Pinkie contemplated and came up with the only logical solution to Spike's gloomy problem. “You'll just have to move in with me for the time being!”

“Wait, huh?” Spike asked, confused as to how that would resolve anything.

“Think about it, you need to get your mind off, not one, but two mares, right? What better way than by moving in with me?!”

He blinked, looked around at the brightly colored room he was in and said, “That... might not be so bad... but where would I sleep? I guess I'll just have to get used to my basket again. Since Twilight's been gone, I've just slept in her bed.”

This caught Pinkie's attention. Lifting her ear that faced her guest, she asked, “You've... never slept with Twilight?”

“No, she never let me near her while sleeping. I never understood it.”

Blinking with a slightly lit light bulb lofting above her head, she asked, “What about Rarity? Has she... ever, like... uh, well... You know, invited you under the covers?”

“Huh? Why would she? I've never even considered sleeping with another mare. They'd get in the way, with their tails, and probably wanting to cuddle all night long.”

Pinkie's mind blazed with visions of sexual fantasies, because it was then that she understood for as old as Spike was, he probably never slept with another being before. Of course, she wasn't entirely positive, but it just seemed to make sense in her mind. He was still a virgin. “My virgin,” Pinkie whispered.

“Huh?”

“Uh, nothing.” Pinkie was still vague on her original intentions, but with this newly found information, she knew it would be a breeze to get Spike feeling way more happy than he'd ever been in his life. “Look, you can sleep with me tonight. I'll mind my side, and besides, I think once you sleep with me, you'll never go back to that silly basket!”

Of course, with Spike being so oblivious, he accepted. It was getting late anyways, so the two went to bed shortly after a drink, dinner and some small talk. Spike complained about Rarity while Pinkie disputed his rantings. She put up a good fight, but Spike still found feelings for the white coated mare. That would change later on, though. By morning, Spike would find new emotions for a different mare. This one being much more open, and way more pink.