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Spike's Dragon Code for Cuddling

by Kevinltk

Chapter 5: Pinkie Pie

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Soon after Spike left Rainbow, he entered the main part of Ponyville and was now walking through the streets. He was still riding on the euphoria from his latest cuddles, and it showed. Anypony that happened to pass by Spike was treated to a hearty hello, and many noted the chipper mood of the jolly dragon.

With only two more of his friends left on today’s list of cuddlees, Spike wondered which one he should head to first. Pinkie or Rarity?

A thundering rumble boomed through the air, and Spike hastily looked left and right to identify the scary sound. All he saw were a couple of ponies, but for some reason, they all seemed to be staring at him with wide eyes. The rumble sounded again, but this time, Spike realized what it was, and he looked down at his grumbling stomach.

Cuddling was certainly amazing and all of that, but apparently, it also worked up quite the appetite. At least his hungry tummy answered his prior query on who to cuddle next.

After giving the nearby ponies a sheepish smile, Spike hurried over to Sugarcube Corner. There, he hoped to get a snack along with some cuddling with Pinkie.

It was not long before Spike arrived at the confection-covered shop, and he went right on in through the door. The familiar greeting bell rang above him, but it was quickly drowned out by a loud, lively “Hi, Spike!” by the pink poofy pony behind the counter.

“Hey, Pinkie!” Spike greeted, walking up to the counter. “Got any Spike Specials today?”

Spike Specials were pretty much an assortment of pastries with various gems added in. He greatly appreciated the fact that Pinkie and the Cakes would dedicate the time and effort to whip up a few every now and then. As beautiful as many of them looked, he was the only one who could actually eat them.

He recalled one time when Pinkie, who was always eager to nibble or inhale any sugary treat, tried out one of the gem-infused desserts. Turned out that even Pinkie’s seemingly-bottomless, iron stomach had its limits, and the noises that erupted from the bathroom shortly afterwards still haunted Spike’s nightmares to this day.

“Yep!” Pinkie bent down behind the counter and came back up with a plate carrying two cupcakes with chunks of gems sticking out of the frosting. “I wanted to try making a new kind of cupcake, but I couldn’t decide what kind of gem to use. There’s just so many colors! I spent all morning thinking what I could do. And then an amazing idea hit me, not literally of course, because that would hurt. Then again, do ideas even hurt? I mean, it’s all in our heads, but I think Twilight once said the stuff in our heads can be pretty scary, especially mine, but I—”

“You went and used all of the gems…” Spike said out loud, finishing Pinkie’s explanation before she veered even further off course. He was staring at the cupcakes with a strand of drool dripping out of his mouth. Pinkie’s creation was a smorgasboard of colors that would put any rainbow to shame, and that was just the display that could be seen on the surface. There was no telling what wonders lay within.

“Well, go ahead and try one, Spike.” Pinkie placed the plate on the counter and slid it toward Spike with her usual peppy grin. “It’s on the house!” Her mouth scrunched up in thought. “Or maybe I should say it’s on the bakery? But that doesn’t really make sense because we’re actually in the bakery, and the only thing they’re on is the plate. Maybe I should…”

Ignoring Pinkie’s spiel for the moment, Spike licked his lips and grabbed one of the cupcakes. He took a bite, taking out half the sweet in one go. His body shuddered as it tried to comprehend the sheer number of flavors that hit his taste buds, and every bite was its own unique, glorious experience.

Pinkie giggled as Spike hurriedly devoured the rest of the cupcake and immediately went for the second. Not a single crumb survived the dragon attack.

“Oh man, that was so good, Pinkie. I really needed that,” Spike remarked with a sigh of contentment and a pat on his now-full belly. “I’ve had such a busy day with some of our friends, I forgot to grab a bite.”

“Ooh, what were you doing with them? Pranking? Tap dancing? Spelunking?”

Spike chuckled. “Nope, cuddling. I went and cuddled with Applejack, Fluttershy, and R—er, and one more pony that does not want to be named.”

Pinkie’s eyes widened, and her pupils dilated. “Really? You were cuddling with our friends?”

“Yeah, it was for—”

Pinkie’s face was suddenly thrusted right in front of Spike’s. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Do I get super-duper awesome dragon cuddles too?!”

Spike blinked. In hindsight, he probably should have known that convincing Pinkie to cuddle with him would be pretty easy. After all, Pinkie was more of a hooves-on pony when it came to showing her friendliness. That and the fact that she had demonstrated time after time again that she did not really understand the meaning of “personal space”.

“Er, yeah, but don’t you also want to know why I went to cuddle with our friends?” Spike asked.

“Don’t care! You’re cuddling with me! That’s all I need to know!” Pinkie turned in the direction of the kitchen and bellowed, “Mrs. Cake! I’m taking a break to cuddle with Spike!”

“That’s fine, dear,” Mrs. Cake’s voice replied. “Just make sure you’re not too noisy like last time.”

“Wait, what?” Spike asked out loud.

Pinkie’s response was to use a hoof to scoop Spike up and throw him onto her back. Spike had to immediately cling to Pinkie’s neck when the perky pony literally hopped up the stairs, down the hallway, and into her room.

Spike yelped when he was bucked off Pinkie, straight into the air, and then promptly landed in Pinkie’s forehooves as she stood up.

Flashing an enormous grin to Spike that was wider than her usual ones, Pinkie cried out, “It’s cuddle time!”

Spike’s eyes shot wide open when he felt Pinkie’s hooves shift him slightly backwards. “Pinkie, don’t throoooow meeeee!”

Spike was sent flying through the air, his arms flailing and flapping wildly. He crashed into the bed… only to bounce straight back up into the air. He yelped several more times as he helplessly went up and down on the springy bed before finally losing enough momentum to allow him to plop face-first into the mattress.

Spike breathed a sigh of relief, although it was fully absorbed by the bed-sheets his face was buried in.

“Cannonball!”

Spike’s head shot right up just in time for his wide eyes to see a pink blur land next to him and promptly launch him high into the air once again. As gravity started to bring him down once again, he was starting to rue the bed Pinkie rigged to double as a trampoline. The pink mare was bouncy enough without it.

When he landed on his back, he found that he was resting on Pinkie’s stomach instead of the mattress with her hooves already entangling him and completely locking him in place.

Spike soon realized that he was in a similar cuddling position that Rainbow did with him. With how much he enjoyed his time with Rainbow, Spike relaxed into Pinkie’s embrace, content on allowing his pink friend to take the reins for the time being.

Unsurprisingly, Spike found Pinkie’s body to be a more cushy pillow than their other friends. Pinkie was able to consume far more food and sugar than the average pony, and yet all it gave her was the tiniest bit of pudge. It was one of the mysteries of Pinkie Pie, and a source of jealousy for many.

As expected, Spike found himself being lulled into a state of tranquility in the hooves of one of his friends. With how warm and snug he felt, it was not long before his eyes started to droop as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Pinkie’s cuddling was quite amazing, almost breathtaking in fact.

A few seconds later, Spike’s eyes shot wide open when he realized that his breath was literally being taken away.

“P-Pinkie… can’t… breathe…” Spike gasped. He had not realized Pinkie’s grip on him had been slowly tightening over time until it had reached the point where he could not get any precious air.

Desperately squirming around in his cuddly prison, he managed to wriggle one of his hands free to feebly slap one of Pinkie’s legs. To Spike’s immense relief, Pinkie soon got the message and let him go.

“Oops, guess I got a teensy-weensy bit carried away,” Pinkie apologized with a sheepish smile as Spike slid off of her and gasped for air. “My bad.”

A teensy-weensy bit? Despite his entire body heaving, Spike’s eye twitched. Harry’s bearhug was nothing compared to the Pinkie Hug he just received. In his desire for cuddles, he had forgotten one of Ponyville’s most important rules: Don’t underestimate Pinkie Pie.

Taking a deep breath, both to compose himself and refill his oxygen levels, Spike said, “It’s alright, Pinkie. I’m fine.”

“That’s good. So, uh, that doesn’t mean it’s the end of cuddle time, right?”

Spike glanced up and saw the hopeful pout on Pinkie’s face. He sighed and gave her a small smile. “Of course we can keep on cuddling. Just be more careful, alright?”

Pinkie perked right back up. “Okie dokie lokie! And sorry about that, Spike. I was just super-duper excited to finally be able to cuddle again. I tried to do it with Gummy, but he always does it wrong and the ensuing conversation is always sooo awkward,” she explained, throwing up her hooves in the air. “I also tried asking other ponies, but it seems like nopony is interested. All I usually get are funny looks and the occasional pony running away and screaming.”

“Uh, gee, I wonder why…” Spike replied with a slow nod. “So, uh, do you want to try again now?”

Pinkie nodded fervently, and she quickly reached for Spike. “Sure do!”

“Wait!” Spike cried out, and Pinkie’s hooves stopped inches away from his face. “Um, could I maybe pick how we cuddle?”

“Sure, Spike! Whatever you want!” Pinkie chirped.

“Alright then, well, um…” Spike scratched his head. He was still wary of Pinkie’s exuberance, so he would rather remain on the cautious side. After a few seconds, he came up with a new position he wanted to try. “Hey, Pinkie, could you lay on your stomach?”

Pinkie nodded and did as she was told, tucking her hind legs to her sides and folding her forearms across her chest as she lowered herself onto the mattress.

Spike climbed up onto his friend’s back and straddled his legs at the base of Pinkie’s neck. He leaned forward and began using his claws to rub Pinkie’s neck.

“There, how’s that?” Spike asked.

“Ooh, that does feel good. But what am I supposed to do?” Pinkie asked, turning her head slightly towards Spike.

“That’s the beauty of it. You just get to sit and relax while I give you the time of your life.”

“Uh, okay then… I guess…” Pinkie replied before turning her head to look straight ahead.

Hearing Pinkie’s uncertainty, Spike got right to work to try and change her mind. After all, Applejack and Rainbow both loved it when he used his claws so that meant Pinkie should too.

Using the experience from his previous cuddling sessions, he massaged and kneaded Pinkie, stroking up and down her neck and even reaching forward to tend to her front. Even though he did not hear any satisfied moans and sighs, he kept at it. As he started to work his way up to Pinkie’s head, he was able to marvel the wonders of Pinkie’s poofy mane as his fingers ran through her hair.

Pinkie’s mane, like Pinkie herself, was a bit of an oddity. Every time he parted or dug into the hair, it would bounce back into place as soon as he removed his claw, as though he had never touched it. The weirdest thing was that Pinkie was somehow able to store objects within it. Making his way through Pinkie’s mane, he found a flashlight, a chew toy for Gummy, and a few bits.

“Oh sweet, a gem!” Spike cheered as he felt the familiar object and extracted it from the depths of Pinkie’s mane. Despite it having a few strands of pink hair on it, he promptly popped the gem into his mouth. To his surprise, he tasted hints of cotton candy.

As he chewed on his discovery, he leaned forward to see Pinkie’s face. He was disappointed to find Pinkie was just looking forward with a tiny frown. “Hey, Pinkie, what’s wrong? Don’t you like this?”

“Huh?” Pinkie’s head turned so that she could fully look at Spike and flash him a smile. “Oh no, you’re doing a great job, Spike.”

“Then why doesn’t it look like you’re enjoying it?”

“Well… you’re cuddling me, which is nice and all, but I’m not actually cuddling either so…”

Spike just sat there, staring at Pinkie. After a few moments, he facepalmed and groaned. “Sorry, Pinkie. I thought you would like this, but I should have figured that you wouldn’t be the type to just sit back. You want to be a part of the fun.”

“I sure do!” Pinkie chirped. “So, got a different position you want to try?”

“Hmm, let me think,” Spike replied as he jumped back onto the bed. Pinkie sat up on her haunches and stared at him with rapt attention. “Okay, first, just lie down on your side.”

“Like this?” Pinkie tipped over her entire body onto the bed, landing with a heavy thwump. Her hooves were still in the same position they were in when she had been seated on her haunches a moment ago.

“Uh, right. Now, just let me…” Spike lay down next to Pinkie and moved closer to her head so that he could get his arms around Pinkie’s neck, just like he had done for Fluttershy. “Okay, I’m all set, but, uh, just remember to not squeeze me too hard again.”

“Yay! Cuddle time, take three!” Pinkie cheered, and in a flash, her forehooves wrapped around Spike.

Spike had a brief moment of panic at Pinkie’s enthusiasm, but he calmed down when it looked like Pinkie had heeded his warning. Pinkie’s grip was still tight, but not bone-crushingly so like last time.

Spike reciprocated Pinkie’s affection by squeezing her right back with his arms, even if it paled in comparison to the eccentric pony’s strength. His efforts seemed to be appreciated regardless as Pinkie shifted around so that she could bring her head down to Spike’s face.

“You’re so cuddle-wuddly, Spike,” Pinkie said as she mashed their cheeks together and began rubbing them up and down. “Thanks for staying and keeping the cuddle party going. I really appreciate it.”

Spike smiled. “Well, that’s what I wanted to do. I’m cuddling with all of my friends to show my appreciation for them, so I’m glad that you’re enjoying it now.”

“I sure am! Cuddles are the best!” Pinkie cheered as she pressed them together even more.

“They sure are! I just started trying it out today, and I’m loving it!”

“That’s great! Oh, I know, we should totally throw a cuddle party! We can invite everypony!”

Spike chuckled. While a town-wide cuddle did sound intriguing, he doubted that many ponies would attend that kind of party for a myriad of reasons. Still, he kept his mouth shut. That would be future Spike’s worry. Present Spike wanted to enjoy cuddle time now.

Pinkie continued to nuzzle their cheeks together, and she began to happily hum a lively tune, a sign that she was indeed having a good time. As more time passed, Pinkie began to bob and rock her body to the beat of her humming, and since Spike was in her grasp, he was taken along for the ride.

While finding it a bit odd, Spike merely shrugged it off. After all, it was not like he found it uncomfortable or bothersome in any way. Leave it to Pinkie to find a way to inject some liveliness to a quiet, easygoing activity. And Spike was perfectly fine with that.

After a while, Spike winced a bit. Pinkie had been at his cheeks non-stop, and she showed no signs of stopping. He was not gasping for air or feeling any pain, but Pinkie’s vigorous cuddling was rapidly wearing out his cheek muscles. He tried moving himself, but he was trapped in Pinkie’s hold, and any distance he managed to create was instantly closed.

Spike opened his mouth to get Pinkie to stop, but he stopped when he turned a little and caught sight of Pinkie’s huge smile. Closing his mouth, he decided that his cheeks could survive some more cuddling. The warm sensation of watching a pony he cared about have a pleasant time more than made up for the tiny discomfort.

That is, until Pinkie’s rocking became more and more vigorous until they lost control, and Spike cried out when he was suddenly splayed on his back with a pink pony on top of him.

“Pinkie!” Spike yelled into Pinkie’s hairs as he once again found himself desperately slapping the pink pony because his life depended on it. He was sure that something broke this time because he could hear ringing in his head.

“Aww, breaktime is over…” Pinkie said out loud, disappointment clearly ringing in her voice.

Spike gasped for air when Pinkie crawled off him and the bed. The ringing in his head grew more clearer and louder, but it only lasted a few seconds before it completely stopped.

Turning his head, he saw that Pinkie was backing away from an alarm clock on a nearby nightstand. He was pretty sure there was not an alarm clock there before, let alone one that Pinkie had somehow found the time to set up to tell her when it was the end of her break. Then again, a bunch of stuff went down as soon as he had set foot in Pinkie’s room and parts of it were blurry, although that might be because of the occasional lack of oxygen.

“Well, I've got to head back down,” Pinkie said while she trotted to the door. “Are you going to be heading out as well, Spike?”

Spike remained lying on the bed. “I think I’m just going to take a small break here, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure! No problemo! And thank you so much for the cuddles! It was super-riffic! Hope you had a great time too!”

Spike replied by sticking a hand straight in the air with a thumbs up. He let his arm lazily flop back down onto the mattress when he heard the door open and close and then followed by the sounds of departing hoofsteps.

Cuddling with Pinkie was intense. There were a few instances where things were too much for him, but they were overshadowed by the moments where he did enjoy Pinkie’s company. He would not be opposed to having another cuddle session with Pinkie, especially now that he knew what to expect, but it was probably a good idea to keep it in small doses. For now though, Spike was glad that he was able to have some time to rest.

Suddenly, the door swung open, slamming into the wall with a loud crash that nearly startled Spike off the bed.

“Oh, Spike… Guess who was able to get another break and is ready for more cuddles?!”

Spike let out a heavy sigh. “Oh horseapples…”

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