Chapter Three: Pretty in Pink
This was it. This was the case that would make Spike's career. Pinkamena Diane Pie was a modern-day serial killing legend. Bagging her once and for all would be another notch under his belt, and just another reminder to all of Equestria why he was appointed as Exemplar at such a young age. Or so he had thought…Back there, he hesitated. With his gun drawn on her, all the evidence he needed, and clearing her alibi his hesitation cost him the catch and she managed to escape through that damn 'fourth wall' like she always did.
As dead leaves and fallen branches snapped underfoot through the lonely forest trail he wondered why he hesitated. Why he was having second thoughts on pursuing her. As he stared upon Luna's pale moon for guidance and felt the cold breeze of the night air slip through the cracks of his armor he figured it out. It was because deep down she was still Pinkie Pie. The first friend he and Twilight had met and made upon their initial visit to Ponyville so long ago. Although Spike wasn't always invited to their little adventures he still laughed, cried and lived with her. Pinkie, Pinkamena…Whatever the buck she was called these days was still a dear friend to him. One he couldn't bear the thought of turning in for incarceration…Or worse, possible execution considering the magnitude of her crimes.
It just couldn't be true, could it? That same pretty pink party pony who had always been there for her friends; always rearing to put a smile on their faces? Spike recalled a saying that he had picked up on from one of Twilight's books: 'Laugh, and everypony laughs with you. Cry, and you cry alone.' Spike couldn't understand it at first, but on this barren forest road- on another uneventful Night Watch of the Everfree Forest he understand... And perhaps how Pinkamena Diane Pie was the perfect fit for this solemn quote. She was not the mare he knew and had a very different personality from Pinkie Pie.
Spike needed a smoke. Maybe he was hoping to smoke her out of her hiding place. He reached back, putting the nicotine stick to his lips and preparing to snort a lick of flame to light up when the flash of steel twinkled in his eyes and a sudden whoosh roared right past his ear like a violent banshee.
A knife flew out of no where and slammed into a tree barely missing Spike as he leaned back against a tree to light up. He saw a pink blur out of the corner of his eye and heard a high pitched giggle that could only belong to Pinkamena Diane Pie. She'd apparently been expecting him.
Spike was caught off guard by that one. Instinctively he let his cigarette fall to the ground below with a growl as he crouched low and reached back, underneath his cape now instead for his magic-infused flintlock. He selected the non-lethal ice-round loaded variant and held it defensively to his chest before aiming down the sights, searching desperately around the trees for the assailant as he saw the razor-sharp kitchen knife sunk deep into the same splintered tree he'd been leaning against. She certainly knew how to make a point. The laughter that echoed across the canopy of the forest and brought a shiver rolling down his spine were an M.O. that he could recognize anywhere.
"Ya wonderin' what Dragon tastes like, Mena!?" Spike called her Mena to differentiate this monster from the Pinkie Pie he knew. After all, 'Pinkamena' just had too many syllables to roll off the fork of his tongue as easily.
"What am I doing? I should just take her down now when I have the chance…But maybe playing along is the best option. After all; if I miss by hesitating and she takes off again…Whose telling if she'll ever come back? She could very well take this as a sign that I can't be bought and I'll never hear from her again." Weighing the odds, Spike didn't like either option but decided that going along with this deadly charade was his best chance. Perhaps he could unveil her motivations.
He knew the signs by now, recognizing the knife-play and that giggle as gripped tighter to the magic pistol, holding it close with his shoulder he squared it as he searched for her. "Yer surprisingly sneaky for a pink pony!"
Pinkamena watched him with amusement from a behind a tree, enjoying every minute of the chase and stealthily remaining unseen. Spike grit his fang like teeth, not able to sniff her out as she'd craftily stood down wind.
"What are you hoping to accomplish? Isn't Rainbow enough!?" He taunted. Trying to lure her out.
"I didn't hurt Dashie" Pinkamena said truthfully with a defensive tone in her high pitched voice. Indeed she had quite an affection for the rainbow-maned pony. After all, she'd been the only one to show up at Gummy's after birthday party all those years ago. Even though Pinkamena had met Rainbow Dash with resentment that day, it was still true that Dashie had at least tried to explain the strange behavior that everypony had exhibited that day.
Sure Rainbow's number had come up as did everypony she knew, but she'd posted it right through the fourth wall and into a completely different fanfiction. After all, it didn't belong on this one. Instead she's simply seduced the cyan coated pegasus and slightly corrupted her, keeping her as a temporary ally and 'pet' for a while before finally relinquishing the contract she had on her and 'releasing her into the wild' as Pinkamena saw it. She missed her Dashie pet, but wanted her to find the happiness that she herself lacked.
"Sure, mentally scarring and drugging a Pony isn't hurting. Right?" Spike spat with his sarcasm as he took aim with his pistol around his surroundings. Following her voice and looking down the sights. Spike had put two and two together on the Rainbow Dash corruption case. Although only 20% sure that Pinkamena was responsible when he first mentioned it, her response had confirmed that it was, indeed, true. Another crime to stand against her in court.
"I'll make you a deal." Pinkamena said cunningly. "Put the gun down and I'll give you my sexy Rarity pin up. The one of her in the maid outfit." She happened to have such a picture from one of her past truth or dare nights.
"Hah, nice try. But I know the moment you do so you're gonna try to make me a Dragon shish-kabob." Spike wasn't taking any chances with this one.
"Oh don't be silly." Pinkamena said lightheartedly, the old Pinkie Pie tone rising in her voice. "Dragons are way too tough for cupcakes."
" ...Hmph. Alright Mena, I'll play" He said, hoping to lure her out. "But this better beat the other pictures I've got." He holstered his weapon, reaching back for another cigarette. Lighting it up with his own short spout of flames. She watched, noting that this was probably the extent of his fire breathing antics. Not too dangerous if you kept back far enough. Obviously he had some growing to do before he could fire out a full blast. She guessed with him around she could have her cupcake and heat it too.
She emerged out from her hiding spot and presented him with a picture. It was Rarity, in quite a raunchy pose on her couch, but much to his disappointment, she was wearing nothing at all.
"...I thought you said there would be a maid outfit involved" Spike retorted as he took a few drags of his smoke. She noted that he was making quite a pufformance of it. She wondered that since he was not yet a full grown dragon if he was smoking nick-a-teen.
"There was but she had to remove it" Pinkamena said, referring back to the picture of Rarity. Her eyes rose up to meet with his as a half smile started to creep onto her lips as she said, "So that Fluttershy could wear it." At that she produced a second photo of her former friend Fluttershy wearing the maid outfit and standing half bent over a stool with a rosy blush on her pale yellow face. This was the real fuel for the fire, who could resist Fluttershy dressed like that? It was enough to make even the most conservative Stallion perk up with interest. Of course, if it didn't impress Spike her plan would simply go up in smoke.
"I appreciate the generosity and kindness..." Spike said sarcastically. Pinkamena wondered if he was referring to the elements of the two mares. "but what's your angle?" he asked more sternly. "Just throw a knife at me, show me some smut of our friends. Have some shits and giggles?" He sounded rather annoyed as he took another puff, darting out some ashes to the ground. He was littering the forest floor and should have been ash-shamed of himself.
Pinkamena couldn't help but comply with the giggle. However, she refrained from the 'Shit' part. She had heard that he smoked and had planned for it accordingly.
"I have a better cigarette than that." Pinkamena said slyly, ceasing the opportunity. She handed him a hand rolled joint with suspicious looking green leaves in it "special blend" She said with a clandestine smile on her face.
"Oh? Didn't know you smoked..." Spike commented. "And considering these are specifically for dragons I doubt that. Ponies can't handle this brand."
Actually, she didn't smoke often, but she had a side business out of Sugar Cube Corner selling this stuff. It kept her well and truly in business. Spike took the blunt and inspected it. "I don't...Smoke these. If this is what I think it is." he said, noticing that it looked suspiciously like Marijuana. Had he just weeded out another criminal offence to pin on the pink mare?
"I only smoke at paaaarrrrtays, besides; I thought we could just hash this situation out" Pinkamena reasoned. She was disappointed with his rejection of the joint but not ready to give up yet. "Oh fine be a party pooper" She said with a little pout on her face. I guess the shit part was arriving after all.
"Tell ya what, smoke one with me." Spike said, hoping to bait her into getting high enough for him to apprehend her. She was keeping a comfortable distance away from him, just out of reach for a successful arrest attempt.
"Thought you said ponies couldn't handle it." She said back suspiciously. She was wise to his game. "Are you trying to make this party a joint operation?"
"Well it isn't a party if only one of us is sober, is it?" he tried to reason. The game was awwn.
"Who says I'm sober?" She taunted. Then Pinkamena grabbed a bottle of vodka from behind a tree and downed the whole bottle, glass and all. Whether there was really Vodka in it or not remained unclear.
"Fine, good enough..." Spike seemed anxious to try this weed out. He was sure he could handle himself, hopefully gain her trust, and get her off guard to nail her. "As the colts and fillies say it these days, blaze it!" He lit it up with his own flame. If Twilight had seen this, he might have been fired. Then he took a long deliberate drag, which was pretty easy for a drag-on.
This wasn't the first, nor would it likely be the last time that Spike had inhaled Marijuana. But even with the size of his dragon lungs and his superior tolerance…This joint hit him hard. "Motherbuck! I should have known that this was laced with something. Can't…Think…Ooooh buck!" He hadn't quite expected that effect! I guess his arrogant pride had just gone to pot.
"YOU could come in handy at my parties." Pinkamena cooed, noting how well he had lit that up. "He'd make a good cigarette lighter" she thought to Rocky with an inward giggle.
"Oooh...Wow..." Spike gasped "This is good shit right here. Where did you...Where did I...? Oh...WOW!" he found the sensation a bit more overwhelming than he'd anticipated. His arrogant notion that a dragon could handle it had gone up in smoke. Now he was really living the high life.
"Oh I grow my own." Pinkamena confessed with a giggle at his reaction to it. Success!
Spike's voice was of a different pitch, clearly already feeling that high and out of his right mind. Even though he now lived in snobby Canterlot, this was the first time he'd ever been uppity.
"Tell you what" Pinkamena said, playing her first trump card "If you over look my illegal activities, I can get you more of that" She was hoping he'd take the bait. "Though I must admit it is kind of fun having you chase me" She said with an insane giggle. She had retained some of her Pinkie Pie love for games, though her games were a bit more dangerous than the true element of laughter's.
"But alas" Pinkamena said in mock melodrama, raising her hoof to her forehead just to add to the effect. "You want to arrest me for throwing knives." Now was time to play her final trump card on him and seal the deal. She held out her hoofs saying "cuff me"
Then Pinkamena rose up on her back hooves to lean back against the nearest tree, striking a seductive pose and making sure all her best curves arched in all the right places, accentuating her sexuality and rivaling that final picture of Fluttershy quite effectively.
"Preferably to this tree" She added in a saucy voice that coo'ed and enticed its listener. "Then... I'm all yours "She suggested with an extremely flirty expression on her face. Her lips curled up in to a mischievous smile as her eyes sparkled at him. Cyan blue meeting emerald green and zapping invisible sparks across the distance between them.
Spike was blazed out of his right mind, the superego had literally turned to ashes and his pesky moral conscious had left him. Mena was pressing all his buttons and playing him like a flute. And by the looks of that pose: her lithe form silhouetted against the tree Spike had a feeling she'd be doing so literally soon. The sexually frustrated dragon felt like he had little to nothing to lose now; the sting of Rarity's constant rejection still fresh in his heart and the marijuana fogging up his mind.
"No, no, no! Spike you can't be serious!" The dying light of what was left of his moral fiber cried out. But Spike couldn't deny what his carnal flame, the feral side had been telling him. He was in love with this new feeling washing over him, an intoxication the likes of which he had never experienced before. Plus the Exemplar was no saint so that was saying something.
The air of the forest seemed to tingle with anticipation of what would follow next. Was the upstanding dragon about to become literally even more up right by talking the bait? Several forest creatures gathered around watching in wonder and asking themselves these very questions. Had Pinkamena Diane Pie successfully enticed another victim and wound them around her pinkie? The battle of the minds was not yet over.
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