Just as Big Macintosh was expecting, A Pimp Named Spikeback's mansion was just as lavish inside as it was on the outside. It was full of fancy furniture and decorations, and everything looked expensive. Big furry couches, chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, and a giant hot tub in the middle of the living room all caught Big Macintosh's eye. All around the mansion were also statues and paintings of A Pimp Named Spikeback himself. There were so many that the mansion almost seemed like a monument to the baby dragon. The detail in each statue was chiseled to perfection, and the portraits were no different. Of all the things that caught Big Mac's attention inside the mansion, however, there was one thing that stood out the most. There were mares everywhere.
Happy looking mares filled the mansion and were walking to and from, discussing various topics, and enjoying their day. Some mares were leaving the mansion to begin their shift of work for A Pimp Named Spikeback, while others were returning, each with a large bag full of bits. All the mares were overjoyed to see that their employer was there, and each greeted the baby dragon as he walked by.The things that Big Macintosh found the most odd was their tendency to call A Pimp Named Spikeback "daddy." Why would they call him that? He was obviously not their father. He wasn't even of the same species as them. Then again, after everything the red colt had seen from A Pimp Named Spikeback today, nothing really made much sense. As Big Mac followed the purple suit wearing dragon, an excited looking mare cantered up to her boss, with a large bag of bits resting on her back.
"Hey daddy! I just got back from my shift, and look at how many bits I got today!" The mare then reached back and grabbed the bag on her back with her teeth and handed it to A Pimp Named Spikeback. He opened the bag and looked through the container, counting the bits that she had made for the day.
"Did I do good daddy?" the excited mare asked.
"There are 500 bits in here. Last time you made 800," A Pimp Named Spikeback responded in an annoyed tone.
"Oh, but it was a slow day today. I did try really hard today, I promise," the now nervous sounding mare told her employer.
"Well I guess you didn't try hard enough!" A Pimp Named Spikeback snapped back. "Now A Pimp Named Spikeback doesn't have to slap a bitch does he?"
"No daddy of course not. I'll do better next time, I promise!" she quickly responded back.
"Mhmm, that's what I thought. Now get up out of here."
As soon as A Pimp Named Spikeback had finished saying this, the mare turned around and galloped off. Big Macintosh had never seen her around Ponyville before, but he already felt bad about how she had just been treated by the dragon pimp.
"That there was Candy Cane. She's been a pretty good employee, but she knows I don't like it when my mares come up short. You see Big Mac, you got to let them know that you won't tolerate no bull from them," A Pimp Named Spikeback told the red colt.
"Dontch'a think you were a bit harsh on her?" Big Macintosh asked the baby dragon.
"Hell no, you got to be strict with your bitches. See, that's your problem Big Mac. You're never thinking about yourself, just about your bitch. We need to hurry and teach you how to deal with your Mare Dependency," A Pimp Named Spikeback explained to Big Mac. "Which is why we are going to start right now."
A Pimp Named Spikeback came to a stop beside a large door. Big Macintosh stopped as well, waiting for what the purple dragon would do next.
"Through here is my gym," A Pimp Named Spikeback told Big Mac. "I have someone waiting for us in here who will help you learn how to treat your mare the proper way."
A Pimp Named Spikeback then opened the door, to reveal the large room waiting on the other side.
"Shall we?" the dragon king of swag asked as he motioned for Big Macintosh to walk through the door.
The nervous colt hesitated for a second, but finally stepped into the room, not expecting what lesson A Pimp Named Spikeback had waiting for him inside. The dragon pimp then followed Big Mac into the gym and closed the door behind him.
Big Macintosh galloped into the gym looking around for whatever it was that A Pimp Named Spikeback had in store for him. As he looked around the room, however, there was nothing too out of the ordinary. At least, not out of the ordinary for a room in a gigantic mansion owned by a baby dragon pimp. It was not too different than the rest of the mansion, as there were statues and portraits of A Pimp Named Spikeback around the room. The only thing that stuck out about the gym was the wrestling ring in the middle of it. Around the ring were some weights and sand bags, such as the ones Big Macintosh had back on Sweet Apple Acres to practice his bucking on. But there was one other thing different about this room. Unlike the rest of the mansion, it was not full of the baby dragon's mares. Instead there only seemed to be one other mare in the room. Big Mac had been too distracted by the ring and exercise equipment to notice her at first, but he now got a good look at her. He was shocked by what he saw.
In front of him was a very familiar mare. She had a white coat and a long and beautiful purple mane, with an equally glorious purple tail to go with it. They were both complemented by her blue eyes. She had a horn to signify that she was a unicorn, and finally, there was her cutie mark. Three gems to represent her special talent of making extravagant clothes out of jewels.
"Big Mac, I do believe you know my friend here. Allow me to introduce you to my bottom bitch Miss Rarity," the baby dragon told Big Macintosh as he stood beside him.
Big Macintosh's jaw dropped just as far as it had back at Sweet Apple Acres hours earlier.
"R-rarity? You're one of his........workers?" a shocked red colt asked.
"Huh? Oh heavens no darling, I don't partake in the same, er, actions as Spikey Wikey's other girls," Rarity told Big Macintosh in response.
"But he just called you his..."
"Bottom bitch, yes Big Mac that is correct," A Pimp Named Spikeback cut off Big Mac mid sentence. "You see Big Mac, in the pimp buisness, the mare who is the most important and trusted person in your business is known as your bottom bitch. And Miss Rarity here is hooves down the most important mare in my business. Not only does she help me make important business decisions and strategize on how to expand it, she also personally designs the outfits for every single mare under my employment, and sees to it that they are each looking damn good. Don't get no business if the mares are looking bad, know what I mean?"
Thinking about it, Big Macintosh now remembered that the many mares in A Pimp Named Spikeback's mansion indeed were all wearing amazing outfits, and admittedly all looked very attractive.
"Oh Spike, you flatter me too much darling. This is your business after all. I'm just happy to help my little Spikey Wikey," Rarity told the baby dragon, enjoying the praises he gave her.
"And ah thought you didn't like people calling you anything other than A Pimp Named Spikeback," a further confused Big Macintosh remarked.
"Well the beautiful Miss Rarity is an exception. A mare as stunning as her can call me whatever she pleases," A Pimp Named Spikeback replied.
"Fair enough," Big Mac remarked. "So just what is it that she's going to be doing to help me?"
"Well mister Big Mac, to help you overcome your Mare Dependency, we first need to show you first hand how to handle treating your bitch correctly," the purple dragon explained. "So we are going to simulate what you need to do in a situation where your bitch is misbehaving. Rarity here will be playing the role of your bitch."
"Indeed. So all you have to do dear, is just treat me the same way you're supposed to treat Cheerilee," Rarity added.
"Alright. Sounds easy enough." Big Macintosh walked up to Rarity and awaited A Pimp Named Spikeback's instructions.
"Now then Big Mac, in this scenario your bitch has decided to be a dumbass and you want her to go home right now. However, she is refusing to cooperate. Show your bitch that you are in charge and won't take no for an answer. I want you to tell her to march her ass home right now," A Pimp Named Spikeback instructed.
"Umm, alright. I'll try." Big Macintosh turned to face Rarity. "Now listen here Cheerilee! Y'all need to-"
"Stop. Stop right there," the baby dragon said interrupting Big Mac mid sentence. "Mister Big Mac, we have been over this. To show that you are in charge you need to address her as bitch."
"But...but ah just can't do that. I was raised to always be respectful to everypony. I never curse, and I'd certainly never curse at Cheerilee. Do I really have to?" Big Macintosh asked A Pimp Named Spikeback.
"Yes Big Mac, it will not work if you don't call her a bitch. Trust me, I've done the research. Now try it again," A Pimp Named Spikeback sternly commanded.
Big Macintosh sighed and took a deep breath. As much as he didn't want to do it, A Pimp Named Spikeback was not going to budge on his stance.
"BITCH, y'all best get your flank-"
"Ass," the dragon pimp said, quickly correcting Big Mac mid sentence.
"....BITCH, y'all best get your ass home right now!" Big Macintosh commanded Rarity.
"How dare you, you no good pathetic charlatan! If you were a real gentlecolt, I wouldn't be out spending time away from you in the first place! You are a dimwitted, weak, and cowardly cur, and I will do nothing that you say!" Rarity scolded Big Macintosh in response.
Big Macintosh stood there for a second, taken back by everything Rarity had just said to him.
"A Pimp Named Spikeback, I'm pretty sure that Cheerilee wouldn't respond to me like that," Big Mac told the purple suit wearing dragon.
"Well Mister Big Mac it is now obvious that, unfortunately, the bitch will not listen to reason," A Pimp Named Spikeback said, ignoring Big Macintosh's statement. "Now it is time to hit her."
"Come on now, ah can't do that. I will not hit a mare, ah just can't," the red colt told the dragon.
"Big Mac, we need to get past this. For you to establish your dominance in the relationship, you need to hit the bitch," A Pimp Named Spikeback responded.
"It's ok darling, I'm much tougher than I look. I can handle one small smack. It's no big deal at all," Rarity added.
"You see, she is giving you permission now. There's no reason to not hit her," A Pimp Named Spikeback told Big Macintosh.
"I....I just can't. There's no way I could hit somepony," Big Mac told the baby dragon.
"Hmph, so be it then." A Pimp Named Spikeback looked at Rarity. "Miss Rarity, it would seem that Big Mac here will not listen to reason. Would you kindly motivate him to do what must be done?"
"Huh? What does that mean-" Big Macintosh ended his question early when he heard Rarity yell out a war cry. She flew through the air and before he knew it, her hoof made contact with his face. Big Mac was knocked back by the kick and was shocked not only that he had just been hit by Rarity, but by how incredibly powerful she was. Before he could fully recover, Rarity ran back up to him, and began smacking him over and over. Big Mac started to run away as Rarity chased him around the gym, landing hits whenever she could.
"Big Mac, now you should have no problem hitting her. You're now allowed by law to do it. It's self defense Big Mac. Just hit her!" A Pimp Named Spikeback yelled out to the terrified red colt.
Big Mac heard the dragon pimps words, but he had already taken a significant beating from Rarity. His nose was bleeding, and one of his eyes felt incredibly sore. He knew that he likely had a black eye. All he could do was try to avoid Rarity's endless onslaught as she landed another hit.
"Miss Rarity you are in rare form tonight," and impressed baby dragon stated.
Rarity flew through the air one more time, and once again hit Big Mac square in the face. The world turned into a blur for the red colt, and he suddenly collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.
"Oh my. Spike dear, do you think I overdid it?" a concerned Rarity asked.
"Nah, the poor colt needed some sense knocked into him. When he wakes up, I guarantee that he'll be ready to listen to reason," A Pimp Named Spikeback replied. "Well, I guess we should get him to the living room. He can rest on the couch until he comes to."
A Pimp Named Spikeback called for a few of his mares, and had them carry the knocked out Big Macintosh to the living room couch, and rested him there. As A Pimp Named Spikeback walked up to the couch, he was approached by another one of his employees.
"Sir, a unicorn named Twilight Sparkle is here to see you," she told the dragon pimp.
"Fantastic. Send her in for me," A Pimp Named Spikeback told the mare.
The mare exited the room, and soon, the familiar purple unicorn entered the living room, and joined A Pimp Named Spikeback by the couch.
"Well, I'm here. Why is it that you needed me to come here so quickly?" the intelligent lavender unicorn asked the dragon king of swag.
"Miss Sparkle, I greatly need your assistance in aiding this poor colt." A Pimp Named Spikeback then pointed to the unconscious red stallion resting on the couch.
"Dear Celestia, what happened to him?" Twilight asked.
"His lesson with Miss Rarity may have knocked the wind out of him a bit," the baby dragon told the concerned unicorn. "He should wake up soon enough, but since you're here, I need your assistance now."
Twilight gave one last worried look at Big Macintosh, then turned back to A Pimp Named Spikeback.
"Alright. What do you need me to do?"