When the eyes of the statue opened Applejack was hit with something that literally blew the hat off her head. Wherever that once favorite 5 gallon hat landed she probably wouldn’t give it a second glance, expect perhaps as an eyesore upon her beautiful landscape.
Spike grew another foot and his snout took a shape more becoming of a dragon. He felt muscles bulge in his arms and legs. There was some strengthening of the back muscles, soreness from his flight subsided, but the wings themselves didn’t get any stronger.
Her coat lightened to a yellow. At first it made Spike think of Fluttershy, then he realized it was closer to Apple Blooms. Her mane became a red which was again similar to that of her sister, perhaps only so that it would contrast her coat.
What happened next made Spike curse. He tried to turn off the statue, and it wouldn’t stop. Applejack shrunk in size until she was just a little filly. The marking on her flank disappeared entirely.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. Spike had wanted a new plaything, not someone to take on playdates.
This seemed to defy logic. Wasn’t the idol supposed to turn mares into submissive toys to worship Spikes macho charisma. Well actually no. Technically the idol wasn’t even meant to be used on females, and the girly girls were just what got left behind when the tomboyishness was drained. AJ wasn’t a tomboy, she was strong, and hard working. Though not traits owned by men the idol did see fit to drain at least one of them. Had AJ given so much to her family that she allowed herself to become stunted? Was her feminine side simply so underdeveloped that if you take away her strength then this is what’s left behind. Or maybe it’s not her fault. Perhaps it simply doesn’t make sense for a slut to develop under the Apple family’s rearing.
Whatever the reason, Spike was disappointed. AJ had become Apple Blooms twin and the fourth cutie mark crusader.
“You gotta be kidding me!” Spike cursed.
Spike roared in frustration. He leaped up, rising several feet before the dragon even stretched his wings then flew off in anger.
“Hey, where ya going Spikey. Isn’t Rainbow bringing us some drinks.”
That was rude, though I still think he’s really cool, Applejack mused.
Halfway back to ponyville, Spikes wings started to ache once again. Though they had healed, from draining Applejack, they hadn’t actually gotten stronger.
He struggled to keep flapping.
What would it take to master flying. Well there was exercise and practice. Or, What he needed was to drain a flyer. Who would that be: The wonderbolts, too ballet. Bulk Biceps, he could barely fly. Princess Celestia, not sure it was worth the risk.
“Ha ha you gonna make it.”
Spike turned. Flying alongside him was Gilda.
“Are those big scaly wings of yours just for show?”
Spike looked at the Griffon, as she circled around him, empasizing how much more manuveralbe she was.
“Spike Want”
Wed Feb 05 02:47:11 2014
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