Confronting Spike

Applejack was on a war path, and nothing in Ponyville could stop her. She didn’t care about the attention she drew, even if stallions and mares were whispering about what could possibly be such a big deal for her. Rarity's own protests were drowned out, and Applejack soon left her in the dust. Making her way over to the Castle of Friendship faster than anypony could hope to follow. Slamming the doors of the Castle open she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"SPIKE YOU DARN VARMINT." She shouted at the top of her lungs, enough to cause the crystals of the castle to shake. Yet it didn’t bring the perverted drake out of hiding, so soon she was kicking open each door in turn.

He wasn’t in the library, nor the kitchen, or the main hall. One by one she narrowed down the potential rooms until she was marched up the stairs where the bedrooms lay. To her horror she heard moans, giggles and the low sultry voices. She slammed the door open and it was worse than she feared.

Sitting on Spike’s bed, with her huge pair of jugs hanging out on full display to the drake. Applejack had to do a double take when she saw the dragon before her. This wasn’t the Spike she knew, he was just familiar enough to be identified, but he had grown significantly. Whereas before he was only a few inches above her shoulders now he could tower over the farmer without issue. As he turned to her his eyes were not his normal green eyes but sharp, piercing eyes of a predatory reptile. His normal boyish charm was still there, but there was also a beast of hunk that could easily overpower an Amazonian mare like herself.

For whatever reason Applejack's body betrayed her. Her heart skipped a beat, leaving herself dizzy with lust, and a reflex treacherously caused her to cross her legs as her lips bit back a moan. Why was he so attractive? He wasn't Applejack's type, she liked them dark and mysterious. Not this sort of hybrid between boyish cute charm and bestial stud.

"What in Celestia's name are ya'll doing Spike?" She growled, eyes fuming red. "And with a married woman no less."

Spike's eyes returned to normal, he hadn't actually touched Mrs Cake just yet. But he had his cock in his hands stroking it, though in a panic he raised them into the air.

"We didn't do anything."

“Don’t you knock?” Mrs Cake demanded, covering herself in a sheet, as a blush spread across her face.

"Oh ah mighty sure you didn't do nothin Spike. Nothing at all with the damn Root of Honesty there?" She spat, and Spike's face fell to the floor in shame.

"Can we- I mean we should talk about this in private. Mrs Cake?" Spike suggested wrapping a towel around his crotch. Getting the message the baker rushed out of the door into one of the many different rooms.

"I suppose I should offer you a seat." He said, sitting down on the bed.

"Ah'm fine standing thanks." Applejack spat, crossing her arms.

“So I guess you’re not like the others.” Spike muttered, “you seem to remember the changes.”

“Reckon it’s because of me being the Element of Honesty. Which why I can ask you what the fuck have you done Spike?” She growled, shooting a piercing gaze that caused Spike to shrink. “Why is Cadence a whore? And Twilight a big titted slut?”

Spike seemed to gulp. “So it wasn’t just me. Those really were changes.”

“Ya think?” Applejack asked, utterly disgusted with the dragon who was supposed to be her friend.

“Well she told me nothing had changed, and so did Twilight. And it all got terribly confusing.” Spike explained, his voice encroaching on a tone of confession. “Sometimes I know I screwed up, sometimes I might have screwed up and said something bad but I can’t remember, but there also times when I say nothing bad at all and these mares throw themselves at me.”

Applejack may not have been able to tell a lie to save her life, but she prided herself on her ability to smell out a liar. Which is why as much as it complicated things that she could tell that Spike was telling her the truth. “So ya’ll telling me this is all a big misunderstanding? None of this was intentional.”

“Well when I get in bed with them sometimes my draconic instincts take over and I say some dumb shit.” Spike mumbled, face fixed directly at the floor.

“And you don’t mean to tell me you weren’t enjoying it?” Applejack demanded skeptically.

“Maybe a little.” He gasped, before finally confessing. “I sometimes feel undervalued around you six, you’re such good friends and I feel like I’m just the spare. You all know I love Rarity but you treat it like it’s just a phrase or a joke… so I guess when others starting coming on to me… it felt good.

Despite herself Applejack couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the poor dragon. “Sugarcube ya’ll know that don’t excuse anything. Why don’t ya just ask if everything is back to normal?”

“I can’t.” Spike spat, the words seeming to be **** out of his throat.

"Yes you can. It's the right thing to do."

"I mean I can't, it would make things worse. I've tried." Spike said much more firmly, looking Applejack in the eye and scaring Fluttershy who had worked her way into the room.

"Why can't ya? Maybe you should start from the beginning." Applejack suggested, realising that there was some truth to Spike's words.

"I can't. It's not my secret to tell, it's Rarity's." Spike explained, looking away from Applejack.

"Sugarcube I know you don't like betraying Rarity like this, but this is important. Ah'm sure Rarity would understand." Applejack said, this time placing a hand on his knee and speaking a lot more gently.

"But it's personal, and embarrassing and sexual in nature." Spike said, his hands failing in a panic.

“Calm down Sugarcube. I know you want to keep Rarity’s secret but this is about doing the right thing here.”

Spike sighed, he knew she was right. So awkwardly and embarrassingly he tried to tell her exactly what Rarity’s fantasy was. Soon enough Applejack was as red as the apples in her orchid as she heard how her best friend fantasised about having all her friends and Princesses as sex slaves to some great Master even herself.

“But I didn’t know any of this when I asked the question.” Spike explained, his hands now plastered on his head in a panic.

“And what question would that be Spike?” She asked, in growing disbelief of what she was hearing. A part of her believed it had to be false, she couldn’t find belief this of her dear friend, but she could sense no deception in Spike’s voice. And he’d been so very honest about so much already that she couldn't figure out why he'd lie about this.

Spike's breathes grew short. "I didn't know at the time you have to understand."

"What was the question?"

"I asked her if I would do everything in my power to make her dreams come true. Which means-" Spike whispered through his hands, like it was his darkest secret that he didn't want anyone to hear.

"Oh horseapples." Applejack whispered, feeling the weight of the dragon's stupidity wrap around her. "You idiot."

"Yeah I know."

"Well what happened next?" She asked, her mind working to look for some kind of solution. Yet she was out of her depth dealing with cosmic magical entities.

Spike then explained the last few weeks and all the events that could happen. With every word Applejack felt more disgusted and disappointed in her friend, but at the same time her eyebrows furrowed. This couldn’t all be Spike, it wouldn’t explain how Mrs Cake joined the harem, nor would explain Zecora who he hadn’t even mentioned before she wanted to become a sex ****.

“Spike this don’t make no sense, and ah don’t think you’re lying to me.” Applejack said, tapping her fingers against the wall. “Ah think there’s something else going on here. I don't think this is all you. Ah smell a rat."

"A rat? What do you mean?"

"Ah don't think it's just your changes that's behind this, I think-AGH!" Applejack screamed before a cloth of chloroform was placed over her mouth. With no time to struggle or react she didn't even think to hold her breath.

"Take a deep breath Appleack. It'll be okay." Fluttershy whispered softly, though her grip was surprisingly tight. She didn't know how savage Fluttershy could be, Applejack could already feel a drowsiness overcoming her.

Due to the Root of Laughter however Spike barely blinked at the display, when he spoke he was annoyed. Not shocked, nor angry or panicked. "Fluttershy why are you doing that? Applejack and I were talking."

"Oh I'm sorry Master but I couldn't let Applejack ruin things for you and Rarity. Would you kindly let me take care of this?" She asked, with all the seriousness of asking Applejack for a favour. Spike just let out an annoyed breath.

"I suppose, just tell me when you're done." He said relaxing on his bed and bringing out a comic.

"Would you like me to send you one of your sexy slaves to keep you company Master?" She asked gently.

"Not right now."

"Just send word if you change your mind." She said with a soft smile, before dragging Applejack out of the room to be dealt with.

A/N: Got nothing to say with the author notes on this one, just that I thought it would be fun to see Fluttershy using the Root of Laughter like this and how dangerous she could be. More ideas are always welcome but I'm starting to get an idea, there have been so many wonderful ideas I can't possibly do them all. Now if I could just stop being indecisive on what fanart I should use.