Running into Somepony

Spike was running back to the forest as fast as his legs could carry him, his mind cursing his stupidity. Why had he asked such a stupid question? Why had he not checked what Rarity’s dreams were first? Why did Rarity even have dreams like that? She was always so kind and generous it seemed anathema to him for her dream to be… well that!

But then again everypony had fantasies they kept to themselves, and Spike really shouldn’t have pried. He had a few himself, dreams that should stay fantasies. He couldn’t blame Rarity, he could only blame himself. Well himself and that infernal root.

Which was now why he was rushing back to the Everfree and back to the Root of Honesty as fast as his feet could carry him. Begging against hope that there's some kind of fix for this, some kind of solution, anything at all.

‘But I don’t want to fix this. I want Rarity’s dreams to be fulfilled more than anything. Don't I?"

“No.” Spike told himself. “That’s the spell talking. Just get to the root. Think of something. Stop yourself before you do something you’ll regret.”

“Something you’ll regret? Spike what exactly have you managed to get yourself into?”

Spike froze as he was caught in his tracks. Slowly he turned around, as if his feet were nailed into the ground. Standing behind him was none other than Princess Cadance, a pony that many considered the most beautiful in all of Equestria. With rosy pink fur, beautiful wings and and large firm breasts.

"Cadence what are you doing here?" Spike gasped, his mind panicking at the unforeseen complication. He might have been a little on edge just then.

"Me and Twilight have been planning a girls' night out for a while Spike with that Sunset girl,” She explained then her eyes became playfully mischievous. "Between you and me I think Twilight might have a thing for her."

"Oh right. I forgot about that." Spike muttered to himself, avoiding eye contact. Should he tell Cadence? Surely she could help. But what if he screwed up again? Didn't the spell mean he was definitely going to do that?

"Spike is something wrong? You look agitated," she asked, and Spike considered making a bolt for it.

A/N: Suggestions for Cadence are welcome, or for where the story should go are welcome. I'll try to respond to them when I can.