Spike's Pretty Bad Day

Spike's Pretty Bad Day by Anon The Writeslut AKA Writeslut The Anon
Note that "BREAK" signifies where the document was originally separated for 4chan.
Done based on request.

>"Go to Zecora's, Spike. Make me tea, Spike. Scrub my hooves, Spike. Gah! When will it end?!"
Spike stormed down Everfree trail, paying little attention to his surroundings as he stared at the ground in front of him, kicking every pebble and snapping every twig in the path of his grumpy, diminutive rage. Oh Spike, how you tempt fate so.
>"AAAAGH! What else could go wrong today!?"
Tempting fate indeed.
Murphy strikes again as Spike attempts to snap another seemingly helpless twig. Instead it rolls out from under his foot. sent stumbling, he falls into the nearby ditch.
>”Urgh… Lucky I landed on something soft at least… Oh no.
Poison Joke.
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>”Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok, OK! Calm down Spike, It’s just gonna play a trick on you. It’s not like you aren’t already on your way to the zebra that can cure you anyway…”
Spike calmly(shakily) began walking(staggering) along the path to Zecora’s hut, eventually(immediately) breaking out into a brisk(frantic) jog(sprint) to keep his stamina up(fearing for his life).
Poison Joke apparently takes much less time to activate for dragons, as he started to feel a little funny, and it was getting awful hard to move…
>”Huff, Huff… Got to… Get to… Zecora’s… Quickly-Aaaah!”
The little dragon toppled over face first, his rapidly swelling belly catching on the ground and tripping him up.
>”Ooogh, what…”
Spike ballooned to the size of a weather balloon, his scaly purple and green hide stretching out as he ascended past  treetops…
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>*Creeeeeeaaaaak*
Spike’s humongous body wobbled in the breeze as he grew tight and stiff, unable to even wiggle his arms. He squealed as the treetops brushed against his side, giving off strangly ticklish feelings…
Meanwhile
>”So you just found him like this Zecora?”
Zecora nodded to the purple princess, understanding the author’s lack of time and rhyming ability.
>”Indeed, your friend is filled with laughing gas, and he must chuckle if it is to pass.”
>”Can’t we just use the cure for Poison Joke?”
>”By removing the magic that keeps him together, the only result is that he is lost, forever.”
Twilight cursed, as Zecora left to prepare the cure for when Spike had returned to a manageable size.
Twilight lifted her wing, unsure of how to continue, So she decided to wing it. Cursing the pun gods, she dragged the tips of her feathers across the ballooned tummy...
>”Mmmhmmmh, Urp!”
Twilight grew a smile. She knew how to do this, Heck she’d done it before! What was she thinking? Spike was most ticklish at his feet!
Summoning two large ethereal feathers, she aimed them at his swollen soles. As soon as they made contact, Spike erupted into a guffaw of burps and giggles. Twilight dragged the feathers across his feet, causing him to bark in laughter, and belch even louder.
>”Ahahaha! Haha-UUUURRRAP!”
Spike had barely deflated at all, despite the burp clearly being a world record breaker. Twilight sighed. This was going to take a while...
An hour passed, and Twilight was still tickling away, reveling in the burps and moans…
>”Wait, burps and moans?”
Things had just got a little more interesting…