Spike's Gambit
Chapter 46: Happy New Year
Previous Chapter Next ChapterLas Pegasus, New Year’s Eve. One hour to midnight. The full moon was perfectly balanced above the desert and bathed it in a pearly glow.
Spike Drake, in black slacks and a white tuxedo jacket, a red rose in his lapel, stood wistfully on the balcony outside his office, of his penthouse, on the top floor of his new resort, smiling and happy, the smoke of his cigarette hanging around him in a lazy swirl. It was the one place where he truly felt at peace. He peered out over the gleaming cityscape. He could see the entire Strip, from the radioactive green stallion at the base of the MGM Grand to the glowing spire of the Stratosphere. Spike soaked up the sights of the glowing signs, including the ones for “Casino Royale,” “Circus Circus,” “The Palace”, “Sahara”, “Desert Inn”, “Sands”, “Riviera,” and “Flamingo”, the latter five reopened and restored with the help of Firelight and the Las Pegasus Historical and Preservation Societies. The logjam street traffic just added to the effect: thousands of headlights blinking in a glowing spine snaked down the center of the city.
The Dragon’s Hoard was full of life that night.
All of the hotel’s eras were together, all but this current one, the Drake Era. And this would be together with “the very best of the rest” very soon. Spike heard the ring of the silver-plated bell on the registration desk, commanded by Miss Coco Pommel, summoning Bulk Biceps and the other bellboys to the front as men in the fashionable flannels of the ’20’s checked out while men in ’40’s double-breasted pinstripe suits checked in.
Breakfast was being served all around the clock as Pinkie Pie and Rarity scheduled each little party, wedding, anniversary, get-together and soirée. Midnight Radiance rang up the price of a Manehattan, a sloe gin fizz, and a zombie in the Dragon’s Den (formerly the Midnight Lounge); and the Sweet Snacks Café’s jukebox, pouring out its customers’ melodies, each one overlapping the other in perfect harmony. There were a dozen trucks in the loading bay out back, dropping off crates of beef, pork, chicken, shrimp, lamb, lobster, tomatoes, lettuce, cucumbers, apples, oranges, bananas, strawberries, carrots, corn, squash, asparagus, Naan, hummus, caviar, chocolate, licorice, brandy, and Champagne.
The atmosphere had changed dramatically since the Richs’ grip on Las Pegasus was broken. With Impossibly and Spoiled gone, the city as a whole started treating people a bit better than before. Spike heard it all: the music, the laughter, and the love. Inside, Moon Dancer was sitting at the desk in the far corner.
“Three-thousand forty-one, three-thousand forty-two,” she counted out loud. “Fourteen-thousand five hundred and forty-two... Fifteen-thousand five hundred and forty-two... Forty-two thousand dollars... Not bad, all things considered.”
Spike nodded. It wasn’t bad at all.
Even after buying the burnt out building, it had been a little difficult to get money to repair and refurnish it, but he had managed to do it. Ever since they officially opened doors, reservations had been pouring in. Three months later, business had blossomed. Now, all of the rooms were occupied—most of them by beautiful single women—a literal full house.
The first snow of winter had fallen in the early hours of December 17, and though the day had been cold, it was a beautiful one. Then a week before Hearth’s Warming Eve, Spike won the deed to a thousand acres of land in South Equestria from a Poker game—a Royal Flush of Hearts against a Full House of Sixes full of Aces. It was a gold mine! Better than a gold mine; an oil company wanted to take the land off Spike’s hands... for a trillion bucks. One trillion, net, after taxes! It was a firm offer, no ifs or maybes. Spike signed the papers and the property started pumping out crude within a matter of days.
Spike existed in a world far beyond the norm. He lived a life where nothing was beyond him. What other men only fantasized, he did. For all of his wealth, his charm, his charisma, his expensive toys... he was a driven, unflinching machine. He took what he wanted, when he wanted. He had never dreamed of owning his own place one day, much less his own casino resort. But now he could come and go as he pleased, say whatever popped into his mind, and kick his feet onto the tables. All while making money off other people’s weaknesses without revealing any of his own. Life was good. It was the kind of life he had always wanted. And then there were his friends. Spike couldn’t have hoped for any more loyal, more honest, kind, or generous.
Spike was (figuratively) shaken from his happy thoughts by Pinkie Pie, who had barged in without knocking, which Spike didn’t mind. It was normal by now.
“Hey, Boss!” she said. “You gonna come downstairs? I got a customer asking for ya.”
“Pinkie, you know I don’t like to mingle with the clientele,” Spike replied.
“Well, you may wanna mingle with this one,” she said before she went back out. “She looks, and sounds, like your type.”
Spike took one last puff from his cigarette, came in out of the cool night air and padded across the room toward the bar on which rested two fifths of Fireball, a bottle of Wild Dragon, a bucket of half-melted ice, a pitcher of water, and a bottle of ginger ale. He snuffed the smoke out in the ashtray before shooting a glance at his silver wristwatch.
“I guess I can spare a few minutes,” he thought aloud.
Spike poured himself a Scotch and took a swig before straightening his black bowtie and smoothing out a few imaginary wrinkles in his jacket. He downed the drink as Moon Dancer shut her laptop and stood up, straightening her skirt to try and cover a few more inches of thigh. They walked out of his office, past the hot tub and the door that exited out onto to the helicopter pad, down the hall, into the elevator, and down to the lobby several stories below. Moon Dancer looked over at Spike; he had been quiet and sad since that day at the airport. He tried to smile at her.
The elevator doors opened on the ground floor of The Dragon’s Hoard. A single, large crystal chandelier hung high over the foyer. Spike took two steps into the lobby and was met by greetings that came at him from every side. From the barbers in the shop they passed, to the manicure girls, the men’s store clerks near the entrance to his place, the guards at the casino cages, the porters emptying ash trays, and the guests at the arcades and the coffee shop... men and women, boys and girls. “Hi, Mister Drake!” the world said with admiration. “Hi, Spike!” the world said with respectful envy.
And Spike ate it up—but who wouldn’t? Was there ever a man born who wouldn’t like it? Let those who greeted him salute not only his good looks, his clothes, his money, his reputation for being a high-roller; still, to men like Spike Drake these hellos were, this recognition was, as necessary as breathing.
He and Moon Dancer walked through the lobby to the front desk as Rat Pack music (Flank Sinatra and Dean Maretin among others) coursed from the hidden amplifiers in the ceiling while the gorgeous Bunny Girls in their tight black teddies and dark stockings greeted him. All tall and well-endowed, the women of the Dragon’s Hoard were the best on the Strip. Some of them had graced the pages of Playboy and Penthouse, and some were headliners at the expensive clubs in Manehattan, Neigh York, Applewood, Malibuck and points in between. Others were models who had, for whatever reason, given up runway careers and gotten breast jobs. Most were under the age of twenty-five, a few as young as eighteen. All were exquisite physical specimens as well as skilled dancers—without a doubt, the cream of the crop.
They reached the front desk finally, after Spike all but brushed off half a dozen attempts to stop him in conversation, made by men who were all too closely-shaven and too well dressed. Pinkie and Rarity were delighted that the Lucky Prince had decided to come down from his tower.
“We miss you down here,” Rarity said fondly.
“Fancy Pants come in yet?” Spike asked.
“Yeah, he’s down in the casino,” Pinkie replied, “probably enjoying his new lucky streak; the one you gave him when you first dealt cards to him.”
Spike smiled at the memory of that day.
“How’s the flow tonight?” he directed at Rarity.
“We’re hopping tonight, darling,” she answered.
“How’s Berryshine?”
“Drunk as a fish,” Rarity said, “with two of Bulk’s best bellboys playing up to her, the lucky harlot.”
Spike left Moon Dancer with them and walked past the Sweet Snacks Café. He saw several men feasting on bowls of thick soups, loaded baked potatoes, piles of spaghetti, and decedent steaks so large that they fell over the sides of the plates. They were overflowing with cuts big enough to feed three or four people. Midnight Radiance, dressed up in a black tuxedo with a blue bowtie, shirt and vest starched and pressed like new, and a white carnation in his lapel, polished a glass as Spike entered the elegant and luxurious Dragon’s Den and approached the bar.
“Good evening, Mister Drake,” Midnight Radiance said, genuinely pleased. “It’s good to see you.”
“It’s good to be back, Midnight,” Spike replied.
“What will it be?”
“Marillo de Oro,” he said with great pleasure.
A very fine liqueur filled with solid gold flakes. As Midnight Radiance poured the drink, Spike turned to face the room. Every table and booth was occupied. Some of the fellows wore Armani, but they had the swagger of military. Even in the Dragon’s Den, Spike could hear the crackle of the Roulette balls, the curses and the cries of the lucky from the casino. Thankfully, they weren’t loud enough to drown out the music.
Midnight finished wiping down the bar and tossed the dirty rag into the sink as Spike took a bill out of his wallet.
“No charge to you, Spike,” Midnight Radiance said, putting the drink down on Spike’s twenty. “Your money is no good here—orders from Discord.”
Spike smiled at Midnight Radiance then thanked him.
“Always a pleasure to serve you, Mister Drake,” Midnight said.
Spike moved toward the stage where Coloratura sat at the grand piano. She was wearing a sheer blue dress with soft white slippers and her hair was tied in a pony tail with a black ribbon holding it. She looked younger and lovelier than ever.
Coloratura finished the number she was playing. “I’ve Got You Under My Skin.” Light. Clever lyrics. They don’t write songs like that anymore. Then she struck a whole new chord.
She played softly, simply, with no polytonality, no atonality, no flatted fifths, passing notes or passing chords. She played trite, sweet ballads exactly as the composers had written them down, little tunes that would have no place in any music she played for pay.
Ever since she dropped Svengallop, she chose numbers that demanded the work of her fingers, as well as her voice. When Spike drew nearer, she injected something into the music that insidiously underscored the sweetness with a whisper of cheerful enthusiasm.
“What’s that you’re playing?” Spike asked.
“Oh, just a little love song for a special guy,” she flirted.
“Sing a little bit for me,” he flirted back.
“With pleasure,” she said devotedly.
Spike smiled as she sang. Her left hand was taking over more boldly. The right hand kept on bravely, and the syrup-sweet melody was fast becoming a piping hot tribute. Spike had his own piano bar, and he ruled it like a king. He sang to the ladies like each one was the only woman in his life and they loved it. He and Rara kept their shows small and intimate; they brought back the closeness of knowing most of the customers (as people and as individuals), and they never lost sight of that. When the shows were over, Spike would invite the whole company to have dinner with him afterwards. And he spoke with everyone; he spoke to each person and made them feel loved, like they were family, and they felt like family.
When Rara finished, Spike kissed her affectionately on the cheek and let her get back to practicing. He returned his glass to Midnight Radiance at the bar, and then made his way to the casino in silence, broken only by the occasional pleasantry exchanged with the celebrities that passed by, including Wayne Neighton, Flank Sinatra III, and Sprigfield and Roar Horn.
“Spike Drake’s the name and every table’s my game!” he told them. “Have a martini. Grab a chair, pull a lever... Gamble away!”
The platinum Roulette wheels spun, the cards snapped, the slots chimed, Champagne fizzed, and the 60 blackjack tables were all full with nouveau rich high rollers from Manehattan, Neigh York, and Fillydelphia.
“Ah, my bread and butter: thrill-seeking rich kids with a poor grasp of statistics and probability,” he thought. “Not to mention more money than brains.”
“Rock Star” by Nickelbuck was being played from the loud speakers overhead followed by “Mr. Pinstripe Suit” as Tempest Shadow, the chief of Spike’s new cyber security force, and her squadron—Indigo Zap, Sour Sweet, Sunny Flare, Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest—all released from jail and on parole (with time off for good behavior), walked up to him. And leading them was Chrysalis, sexy as always, in a white blouse and green knee length skirt, black heels, and round glasses on the tip of her nose.
“There’s someone who wants to meet you,” Chrysalis smiled as she pointed out a beautiful young woman.
She was tall, curvaceous, with long hair, full lips, and a heart-shaped face. She was dressed in a blue suit jacket, a lighter blue skirt that barely reached her knees and golden heels, and holding a half-empty glass of white wine. She must have been the one that Pinkie mentioned earlier.
“Another drink?” he asked, slightly startling her.
“No, thank you,”
She sounded surprised and alarmed. Newcomers to Las Pegasus were all alike: afraid of their every step and word, as if fearing that something terrible was about to happen at any minute.
Spike’s trained eyes caught sight of Shining Armor, Big McIntosh, and Sugar Belle, who strolled up to them. It had only been a few months, but to Shining, Spike stood straighter, taller. His gaze had a tired sadness to it, but there was still a light in those emerald eyes, a hint of a shimmer, a glimmer, of hope, and he still retained his charisma.
“Spike, I see you’ve met my fiancée,” Shining Armor said.
“What?” Spike asked.
“Spike Drake, Cadence Amore,” Shining introduced them.
Spike extended a hand to her and he remembered her as Celestia’s adopted niece and former apprentice.
“Spike, I’m glad that you agreed to meet us,” Shining began, “because there’s something we want to talk to you about.”
“Shining and Big Mac have spoken very highly of you,” Sugar Belle said. “And they and I know how much good you’ve done for everyone here.”
“And that is why we were hoping that you would agree to be the best man at our double wedding,” Cadence finished.
“You both want me to be your best man?” Spike asked.
“Eeyup,” Big Mac stated.
Spike put a hand to his heart. “I would be honored.”
They were soon joined by five of the most handsome and beautiful couples Spike had ever seen; and they were being led by Applejack. Looking at AJ, Spike believed that she had done pretty well for herself since they first met. She had worked her way up from security guard, to blackjack dealer, to pit boss, to shift manager and ended up as Casino Manager (CM).
AJ introduced the pairs as Bright Mac and Buttercup, Bow Hothoof and Windy Whistles, Mr. and Mrs. Shy, Igneous Rock and Cloudy Quartz Pie, and Hondo Flanks and Cookie Crumbles. Spike recognized all of their names almost instantly, that’s when he realized that he was meeting the parents of five of his main girlfriends. And they all smiled approvingly at him.
Then Applejack reached into her purse, brought out her walkie-talkie, and spoke into it briefly. The music suddenly cut out and “My Way” started playing. Reflexively, Spike bowed to the crowds, who gathered around him as a spotlight shined down on him. They stared with open mouths and wide eyes as he sang, moving both the men and the women to tears as he fought back his own. They applauded Spike’s display and when the music changed to swing, Spike and Applejack danced together until he dropped to one knee and held out his arms.
“SPIIIKE!” a little blonde girl named Luster Dawn screamed.
Spike heard the perfect note of rapture in her voice. She ran forward, pink skirt swirling around her tiny knees. First the people swarmed him. Then they knocked him over, hugging and laughing. Young women kissed his cheeks repeatedly, shouting his name as they did. Chrysalis, Tempest, and their enforcer moved the fans back and Shining and Applejack helped Spike up before they could crush him with their love.
Three minutes to midnight, the waiters passed out glasses of Champagne for the adults and Sarsaparilla for the few kids, and Spike caught a woman who was already a little tipsy; Berryshine, aka Berry Punch. She was cute and the pale mulberry dress she wore made her look prettier than she really was. There had been a man with her earlier, but he had soon gone to enjoy the opportunities the casino offered.
“I thought he said it was a-a lady’s drink,” she slurred. “I think he meant a lady horse. I’m lucky I can hold my liquor, it’s very fortunate. I’m so drunk I don’t think I could lie down without holding on.”
“Happy New Year to you,” Spike told her.
“It so happens that I do not know who you are, my good fellow,” she said.
“Now, who do I have to be to wish you a Happy New Year?” he asked.
“Is it New Year’s yet? Hey, give me a little kiss, how about it?”
“Sounds constructive,”
“You wait right there and I’ll be there in a minute,”
“I’ll wait for you,”
And she wrapped her arms around Spike’s shoulders and dipped him.
“You know something?” she asked. “I think I kiss better when I’m drunk than I do when I’m sober.”
Spike kissed her hand and bid her good night.
Less than a minute to midnight and Spike stood in the heart of the resort, surrounded by his many allies and admirers.
“Ladies and gentlemen, friends and guests, I’d just like to say even though this may not have been the best year, or the one we wanted, and things may not have gone the way we expected, we made it through,” he said. “We’re all here, celebrating together, and I can’t think of a better way to ring in the New Year.”
The people may not have applauded, but they smiled and nodded.
“Hey, it’s almost time!” Pinkie announced. “So get ready to pucker up!”
Then they led the crowd in tolling off the countdown from 20 seconds to go.
“Twenty... Nineteen... Eighteen... Seventeen... Sixteen... Fifteen... Fourteen... Thirteen... Twelve... Eleven... Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One!”
They all cheered, “Happy New Year!” as balloons and confetti rained down from the ceiling. There was the usual blast of horn blowing and yells at the magic moment while the band played and the crowds sang, “Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot.” People embraced each other and kisses were exchanged, and beneath their shrieks of jubilation, men and women told themselves that this was going to be the year. This was going to be the year when everybody was going to really accomplish something, not let three hundred and sixty-five days go down the drain like the year before and the year before that, without half the things that had been planned ever realized.
Ten minutes later, Spike and his friends and their families gathered in the grand ballroom. The girls were all dressed in flimsy dresses that were barely held up by slim strings and loose knots. They were so sleek and scandalous that they looked like they could drop at any second. The Dazzlings each wheeled in a cart with bottles of Champagne in buckets of ice and over five dozen crystal glasses.
“To the New Year,” Spike toasted. “And to all of you, my friends!”
Celestia’s sister, Luna, swirled the wine in her mouth, and said, “Well, I hope you all have learned something about the dangers of gambling.”
“No, Auntie, don’t blame gambling,” Spike told her. “Gambling is what made Equestria great. When the Pillars risked their lives for their friends and the people they loved, that was a gamble. Rockhoof, Somnambula, Mage Meadowbrook, Flash Magnus, Mistmane, Starswirl the Bearded, they were all gamblers. And let me tell you something else: when a beautiful, young woman named Celestia Soleil took a chance on adopting a little boy named Spike Drake... she was taking a gamble, too.”
Celestia, tears of joy in her eyes, smiled at Spike before taking him into her arms and kissed him. Discord gave Spike a cigar and the women all leaned in to light it as Midnight Radiance opened the second round of Champagne.
Another ten minutes later, Spike was back in the Dragon’s Den, alone, and sipping another glass of Marillo de Oro. Physically he felt a bit tired, having not slept in over thirty-six hours. He felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket and he saw that he had a voicemail from Celestia.
“Spike,” it began, “remember that thing you always hoped would happen with all of us? Well, it might actually happen if we can find you. Get here as fast as you can...”
Her sultry words, coupled with the thought of all of those beautiful bodies, chased away Spike’s exhaustion. Even now, he could hear the cries of ecstasy.
“Orgy?” he murmured aloud. “Orgy.”
Indeed, this night would be a memorable experience for his harem. Spike’s loins tightened and bulged anew.
“I need my check,” he told Midnight Radiance.
“Sure, just a sec,” Midnight replied.
“No, I need it right now. The girls are waiting in my penthouse,”
“Go! It’s covered!”
“Thanks!”
“Clear the way!” Midnight Radiance yelled. “He’s got an orgy to get to!”
“Orgy comin’ through!” Spike sang out and rushed forward.
The crowd parted to let him through, giving him high-fives with both hands as he went. Discord, Soarin, Fancy Pants, Haakim, Amira, Sunburst, Feather Bangs, Zephyr Breeze, Tree Hugger, Thorax, Pharynx, Double Diamond, Party Favor, Forest Fall, Autumn Afternoon, Pumpkin Smoke, Big Mac, Sugar Belle, Rainbow Blitz, Shining Armor and Cadence all cheered Spike on. Bright Mac, Bow Hothoof, Mr. Shy, Hondo Flanks and Firelight all firmly shook Spike’s hand, one-by-one, and looked at him proudly, as if to say, “Go get ‘em, Son!” while Buttercup, Windy Whistles, Posey Shy and Cookie Crumbles all flushed a little, just a tiny bit jealous of their daughters, but also happy that their daughters had found a man. They were even happier that that man was Spike Drake. Even Pinkie’s mom and dad, the stone-faced Igneous Rock and Cloudy Quartz, nodded and cracked a smile.
Spike wished the elevator could go faster as he rode it back to his penthouse. To say that it was going to be a long night would have been a tremendous understatement. Spike had pleasured, and been pleasured by, these women many times before. He had known since the afternoon what would be in store for him, but as he entered his castle there was a certain level of nervousness. Well, that nervousness was quickly washed away when he entered his bedroom. He was hard the instant his eyes fell upon the cornucopia of voluptuous beauties lying on and around his larger-than-king-sized bed, their hair fanning across their shoulders.
There they were, practically every woman he’d encountered since he came back to Las Pegasus all those months ago, and several of them even brought a few friends of their own—Applejack, Sunset Shimmer, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Trixie, Moon Dancer, Starlight Glimmer, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Sweetie Bot, Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, Octavia Melody, Vinyl Scratch, Coco Pommel, Ember, Smolder, Fleur de Lis, Tempest Shadow, Sassy Saddles, Zecora, Lyra Heartstrings, Sweetie Drops/Bon Bon, Dear Darling, Fond Feather, Swoon Song, Silver Waves, Photo Finish, Soigné Folio, High Style, Powder Rouge, Pixel Pizzazz, Violet Blurr, Daring Do, Night Glider, Countess Coloratura, Ocellus, Aloe, Lotus Blossom, Vera, Trapeze Star, Redheart, Snowheart, Tenderheart, Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze, Sonata Dusk, Fern Flare, Spring Glow, Winter Flame, Sparkling Brook, Maple Brown, Shimmy Shake, Lighthoof, Indigo Zap, Sugarcoat, Sunny Flare, Sour Sweet, Lemon Zest, Stellar Flare, Cream Heart, Milky Way, Hoofer Steps, Rain Shine, Chrysalis, Luna and Celestia—70 women total, all nude except for sashes that bore the New Year’s numerals. They had all ditched their scanty dresses, which now lay scattered around the room. Even Vinyl Scratch and Photo Finish had taken off their sunglasses so that Spike could see their beautiful eyes. It was then that Spike was thankful that his boudoir took up half of the suite’s floor space. Seeing them all in such a display inflamed his passion further. They were clearing enjoying the fruits of their labor; Pinkie was literally rolling around in a pile of money that was bigger than she had ever dreamed.
“I’ve never seen so much dough in my life!” she said as she tossed a bundle of cash into the air.
Celestia curled her finger at Spike, the universal sign for “come over here”, and he did.
“You are so handsome,” she said in a lustful tone as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
Luna, Chrysalis and Rain Shine were the first ones to crowd the couple, and almost started a catfight in order to determine which of them should get to take off his clothes, but Spike gently pushed them away and undressed himself. Then, with a little concentration and a few hand gestures, all the dust in the penthouse gathered and materialized into one hundred and nineteen Spike clones. Each man picked his female target(s) and began to kiss their breasts.
One clone did Double Cowgirl with Applejack and Apple Bloom: the clone laid on his back on the bed with a pillow propped under his head. Apple Bloom straddled his waist, facing him, and slowly lowered herself down onto him while Applejack knelt over the clone’s face, facing her sister, and he ate AJ out while the Apple sisters made out and fondled each other’s breasts. That was before five more clones joined them and started pleasing the two sisters, three clones for each of them. Pinkie felt like she had forced herself onto a fire hydrant with her pair of clones, who repeatedly gushed hard into her, while three clones jack-hammered Moon Dancer.
One clone did Photo Finish from behind, while she made out with Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Melody, and Photo Finish’s five-woman entourage—Soigné Folio, High Style, Powder Rouge, Pixel Pizzazz, Violet Blurr (who were a little nervous about jumping in right away)—all masturbated one other another as they watched their boss get fucked. As the five women got more and more excited from watching their employer being pleasured, Vinyl and Octavia reached out and started to touch and finger each of them.
One clone performed a Double Dip on Starlight Glimmer and Trixie: Trixie laid down on top of Starlight, missionary position, and the clone crouched behind her, between their legs, and alternated between penetrating each of them. And the girl he wasn’t penetrating, he fingered her pussy and anus. One clone performed a Doggy Train with Cream Heart and Milky Way: both women got down on their hands and knees, Milky Way in front of Cream Heart. Cream Heart licked Milky Way’s pussy while fingering her anus and the clone fucked Cream Heart from behind, doggy style. Ember and Smolder tag-teamed another clone. Ember laid on her back at the end of the bed, with her legs hanging over the edge, while the clone stood between her legs. And while he fucked Ember, Smolder sat on Ember’s face and Ember ate Smolder out, while fingering Smolder’s anus. One clone performed a 69+1 on Sunset Shimmer and Stellar Flare: Sunset laid on her back while her mother got on top, so that each woman’s head was between the other woman’s legs (the standard 69 position). Then the clone penetrated Stellar from behind.
Four clones did Double Doggy with Coco Pommel, Fluttershy, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon: all four women got on their hands and knees—Coco and Fluttershy were side-by-side while D.T. and S.S. faced each other—with the clones kneeling behind them. The pair that fucked Fluttershy and Coco swapped out their female partners (and their female partners’ holes) while the two that did Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon alternated between vaginal and anal while the two girls kissed and made out with each other.
Rarity and Sweetie Bot started a Doggy Deluxe with one clone: the clone had sex doggy style with Sweetie Bot, with Sweetie Bot down on her forearms, while Rarity laid on her back on the carpet in front of Sweetie Bot. Sweetie Bot, while being penetrated, orally pleasured Rarity, while fingering Rarity’s anus. Then Sweetie Belle sat on Rarity’s face and played her with breasts as Rarity ate Sweetie Belle out while fingered her little sister’s anus. And, as if that wasn’t enough for that group, Sweetie Bot could control the heat of her robotic vagina... plus it vibrated, which further enhanced the clone’s pleasure as he penetrated her. The three women took turns being the ones fucked by the clone, while she (the first woman) ate the second girl out as the second ate out the third.
Shimmy Shake and Lighthoof performed an Oral Train with two clones: one clone laid on his back while Lighthoof sucked him off, and while she was doing that, Shimmy Shake got on all fours so that she was hovering over the clone’s face. That clone ate her out while the second clone knelt in front of Shimmy Shake so that she could give him a blowjob. Two three-girl foursomes—the Bimbos (Dear Darling, Fond Feather, and Swoon Song) and the Dazzlings (Adagio, Aria and Sonata)—tried to outdo each other, competing to see which trio could better please their single clone... until each got their own clone to pleasure and pleasure them.
Indigo Zap, Sugarcoat, Sunny Flare, Sour Sweet, Lemon Zest were all Triple Penetrated (one for their mouths, one for their pussies, and one for their butts) by three clones each... as were Fern Flare, Spring Glow, Winter Flame, Sparkling Brook and Maple Brown. One clone fucked Silver Waves doggy style on the edge of the bed while another clone fucked Hoofer Steps while she was in her ballerina pose. Another clone did Trapeze Star acrobat-style, one clone did Coloratura in “Cello Position”, one did Reverse Cowgirl with Zecora, and another did Ocellus in Butterfly Position. Aloe, Lotus Blossom and Vera each had their own clone so that they could have their own little lotus flowers deflowered, as did Redheart, Snowheart, and Tenderheart, who quickly upgraded to two-man threesomes. Lyra and Bon Bon scissored each other when they weren’t being fucked by their Spike clones, which wasn’t very frequent (the scissoring, not the M/F stuff); the Spike clones delighted the bisexual lovers.
Six clones drew their lips over Luna’s throat and shoulders as more fondled her breasts and teased her with their lips and tongues before suckling hard. Four clones fisted Rainbow Dash, Daring Do, Night Glider and Scootaloo (one for each) as another two fucked Tempest Shadow and Sassy Saddles while standing up (Tempest stood with her back to her clone while Sassy faced hers and wrapped her arms around his neck). Two clones spit-roasted Fleur, but the one behind her penetrated her anus instead of vagina while he pulled hard on her hair; two clones performed Double Penetration (vaginal and anal) on Rain Shine while she gave a third clone a hand job; and two clones performed Double Anal on Chrysalis, who jealously gazed over at Celestia and her twelve clones (well, eleven clones plus the original Spike—I’ll let you all decide which one was the real deal): one for both of her hands (hand job), three for her mouth (blowjob), one that rode her chest (giving himself a boob job) three for her vagina, AND three for her ass.
Spike and the Spike clones all kissed and caressed every woman until the women whimpered, softly at first, then cried out in longing and desire while the clones ravaged them with hunger.
And the night burst into splendor.
The orgy lasted well into the early hours of the morning and only came to an end when every last participant had dropped unconscious from sheer exhaustion. Spike’s clones returned to dust bunnies one after another, and the women turned on each other. Some kissed while others licked each other’s pussies and some were sucking on one another’s breasts, but all of them were moaning and sighing. Nothing had ever been like this—their beauty, their loveliness. If Spike was dreaming, he would gladly die dreaming, for he had never known any of them so impassioned. They soared to a summit together and plummeted softly back to earth in the shadow of each other’s arms, and still the fire from the fireplace burned softly, and the warmth cloaked them, and it was real. They were together.
Spike, naked, stepped out into the living room, his massive bedroom filled with naked women who had pushed themselves beyond every mental and physical limitation imaginable. The carpeted floor was littered with empty dessert plates, ashtrays, and the skeletal remains of a vast celebratory feast as he looked at the grandfather clock. It was after 1:00 A.M. on that warm Saturday; most of the guests had already gone to bed. But Spike had reason to celebrate. He had come in fifty-thousand dollars under budget in the renovating of the former Rich Towers—formerly the Flimflam Brothers’ Resort, formerly Gladmane’s Resort, formerly Discord’s Realm—into the Dragon’s Hoard, and both sides of the gaming tables were about even, proving that his resort was viable, profitable, and effective. There had been no signs of heat from the authorities, no potential barring situations, and most important of all, no sign of anyone associated with the Rich crime family.
“Let the corporations run their ‘factory casinos’,” was what he said.
The Dragon’s Hoard was sleek, streamlined and manageable.
Spike walked through the curtains and onto the balcony to look at the Strip. The traffic was light and the sidewalks were barren save for only a few people coming and going from New Year’s parties and celebrations. As he stood on his balcony, he thought about the many other people that had come and gone during his time in Las Pegasus.
Flim and Flam left the hotel business and retired comfortably on the money Spike had given them. Filthy Rich, now a widower, also retired and he took his daughter, Diamond Tiara, on a cross-country trip around Equestria in their new RV. As soon as she turned 18, she and Silver Spoon begged Filthy to return to Las Pegasus so that they could see Spike. They were able to walk away with only a few bad memories and their lives. Their next stop would be the Petrified Forest.
Discord continued to run the Dragon’s Hoard as Spike’s general manager; he was the one who suggested putting in the helicopter pad and that Spike buy his own helicopter (which Spike did). As for the former employees, Spike never saw or spoke to Twilight Sparkle again. He saw Soarin on occasion (who, instead of being discharged for his connection to the Impossibly Rich incident, was given a medal and permanently stationed in Albuckuerque, New Mexicolt, along with Rainbow Dash so they could visit Spike whenever they could) and they always considered each other friends. Zephyr Breeze proposed to Tree Hugger at Madisoat Mare Garden... just before Hock Fetlock hit a grand slam out of the stadium. They were married six months later. Both stayed on speaking terms with Spike, but there was a certain tension between Zeph and Spike, like the annoying slacker Spike knew had been replaced by a responsible young man and an overprotective brother. They were now living in Manehattan, where he runs his own hair salon and she works in a bakery that specializes in “special brownies”, which they sell to only some of their clientele.
As for Spike, he had it all: wealth, fame, fans, the respect of his peers... not to mention a villa in Monacolt, a mansion in Applewood, a fleet of fast cars (including a collection of Rolls Royces) and helicopters, a submarine with its own ZIP code, a harem of dozens of beautiful women, and all the money he could count. He had everything he ever wanted.
“What more could a man want?” he asked himself.
A soft hand snaked around his chest, bringing him back to reality.
“Oh, that feels nice,” he said.
He turned and was nose to nose with Celestia.
They smiled as they looked into each other’s eyes, knowing that they were in love and that they belonged together.
Spike had asked the girls if they had made any resolutions. They all made the same one: to give Spike a wakeup blowjob to start every morning of that year. A different woman each morning and he (without peeking) would have to guess which one based on her technique. All I have to say about that is: over five dozen women... use your imagination!
Spike and Celestia kissed again before she softly kissed his chest and guided his hand to fondle her breast. And one by one, his harem came out to join them.
“Tell me the story,” he said.
Celestia looked up at him sighed.
“Once upon a time, a brave knight married a beautiful princess...” she began.
“Who wanted a son,” said Spike.
Applejack took over the narration.
“Well, on the fifth day of a golden summer, the knight and his bride were strolling through the woods when they came across a small purple egg,” she said.
Then Sunset took over. “And out of the egg hatched...”
“The kindest, luckiest, handsomest little prince they had ever seen,” Ember added.
“They raised him as their son, and for years they were happy,” said Trixie.
“Unfortunately, the noble knight and his beautiful bride passed away, leaving their little prince in the care of the mighty Dragon Lord,” said Smolder.
“Until one day,” Chrysalis put in, “when another princess...”
“Who was just as beautiful as the prince’s mother,” Pinkie added chipperly.
Celestia blushed.
“... paid a visit to the Dragon Lord,” said Rarity.
“This princess wanted a child, but sadly, she couldn’t have any children of her own,” said Luna.
“The Dragon Lord took pity on the young princess and gave the prince to her,” Tempest continued.
“And the princess and the kind, lucky, handsome, little prince were happy,” Moon Dancer said.
“So the princess took you home with her and every night at bedtime, she would tuck you in and say: ‘Who’s the luckiest, kindest, handsomest prince?’” Rainbow Dash went on. “And you would say...”
“‘I am,’” Spike replied.
“And she would ask, ‘How did you ever get so lucky and handsome?’” Fleur joined in. “And you’d say...”
“‘I was born that way,’” Spike answered.
“Then she would ask, ‘How did you ever get to be so kind?’” asked Fluttershy. “And you would say...”
“I had a good teacher,” Spike said.
“And she would say, ‘Tell me your name, little prince,’” Lyra and Bon Bon both said. “And you would say...”
“‘Prince August Comte Louis Francis Maurice Frederick Beauregard Drake. But you can call me Spike,’”
“And she would say, ‘Can I call you Spikey?’” Stellar Flare took over. “And you would say...”
“‘No. Just Spike. Unless we’re dating, then you may call me Spikey,’”
“And we would laugh and laugh and laugh. And I would tickle you...” Celestia tickled Spike until he giggled. “... and you would laugh too. And you would fall asleep with a great big smile in your heart.”
“I love that story,” Spike smiled.
“And we love you, our Lucky Prince,” the seventy women all said.
They encompassed him in probably the biggest, softest, and warmest group hug known to man. And as he smiled once more, Spike thought that no matter what happened, these women, these very special women, would always be with him.
“Happy New Year, Spike,” he thought to himself.
And Spike ended up with more than he could have ever dreamed, running his resort, and spending a lot of time with his many girlfriends.