“It can’t be...” Spike said to himself as he sat up, twitching as ‘Twilight’s’ cum still sloshed inside him, making him wince as a bit of pain still resonated from his recently abused ass.

His mind raced as he put the pieces together: everything that’s happened in the past few days; everything from how Discord’s been acting and treating him, to all the sexual things he’s done with his closest friends.

“There’s no way Twilight would’ve ever come back early... just to punish me... for a prank... and she wouldn’t have done anything... like that. She wouldn’t even consider that... and she’s the most unknowledgeable pony on the topic of sex and things like that,” he muttered to himself with a progressively softer voice, ending with a whisper, unsure of what to believe.

Hours passed, his stomach now deflated and his mind still a mess, he decided to finally get up and try to confirm the conclusions he’s managed to reach during this time. Yet once he stood, he winced again, the pain was still very much present. He didn’t want to believe it was true, and he was going to have to do some digging if he was going to learn what was actually going on; to make sure all the piece fit together in the way he thought, but only after a long, hot shower.

Once he was somewhat satisfied that he washed away enough of the filth, he once again poked his head out the door, cautious of anyone that might come around. His hand began to glow with the now familiar shine of his own magic as he stepped out of the room, his footsteps being completely silent. He sighed in relief as the magic did what he wanted it to do; practically making him a ghost as he made his way out of the castle with a slight limp.

Once he was outside, he looked back to make sure ‘she’ hadn’t followed him, and once he knew he was alone, his mind went back to the one thing that started it all off: his encounter with Pinkie.

“Hopefully...” he blushed. “Hopefully it really was her.”

He wasted no more time, quickly making his way to The Sugar Cube Corner, ignoring the pain he felt and everypony that tried to greet him on his way there, internally apologizing to each and every one of them he passed. Once the gingerbread styled building was in sight, he slowed down to a jaunt, opening the door as soon as he could. Normally, around this time of day, it’d be packed, with Pinkie and her two employers running around, trying to get every order out and baked fresh, right as they were needed.

But what Spike walked in to see was a bored looking Carrot Cake behind the counter, seemingly staring off into space right up until the door opened, where he snapped out of his trance and looked to the drake who’d just entered, “well hey there, Spike! You’re the first customer of the lunch rush! Which seems to be a little later than normal.”

Spike simply nodded, “well... I’m not exactly here to get anything, Mr. Cake. I’m actually here to see... um... Pinkie.”

The lanky stallion just nodded and pointed him up to the staircase, “she just went to her room a few minutes ago.”

“Thanks,” Spike replied as he made his way up the flight of steps.

Once at the top, his eyes scanned for Pinkie’s door, locating its unique ‘flavor’ as soon as he spotted it, and, with refound hesitation, he walked towards it, contemplating about how he’d get his answer without being too blunt about it. He needed to know where she was, what she was doing, or if she’s even done anything like that at all.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, but it only took a second for Pinkie to come flying out tackling him to the ground. “HIYA SPIKE!” She happily shouted, straddling the drake’s chest and giving him her signature grin.

Once Spike regained himself from the surprise attack, he began his interrogation, trying desperately to not look at her body as he did, “hey Pinkie... um... I have some important questions I need to ask you...”

“Sure, Spike!” She said, hopping off of him before helping him up. “I was in the middle of shining Gummy’s scales, so you can ask while I shine!” She said, pushing him into her room and closing the door behind them.

Once inside, Pinkie went back to her pet alligator, Gummy, who was standing on a small stand next to her bed, a tub of shiner and a towel right next to him. She grabbed the towel and went back to work, though why she was doing it at all was beyond him, but his mind was far too focusing on more important things.

“So... um... Pinkie...” Spike tried, but was back into thinking how he’d even start the conversation: should he go right into asking question, or should he slowly work to it? Though not one to waste too much time, he quickly made up his mind, “about my question.”

“Go ahead, Spike,” she replied, slightly muffled by the towel in her mouth. “Ask away.”

He nodded, “do you remember what we talked about, a couple days ago?” He asked as he sat at the edge of the bed.

“Of course I do! You were freaking out about Discord staying with you,” she said, having taken the towel out.

“Well, yeah. But when you were walking away, I asked you if you regretted what we did,” he clarified, starting to blush.

“Yeah, and I said that I didn’t regret anything we’ve done,” she quickly responded. sitting next to him with a smile.

“Even what happened that morning?” Spike asked, looking over to her, his head screaming and praying for her to say yes.

“That morning? Spike, I was working that morning! We had an overflow of customers, so I ended up helping the Cakes out before I even got a chance to enjoy my day off,” she said, tilting her head to the side. “I didn’t see you until I saw you sitting on the bench that afternoon.”

Spike’s eye twitched, and felt like some part of him was stabbed, “Oh... okay...” it was all he could say before he stood up, a sickness coming into his stomach. “I gotta go. Thanks, Pinks...” he quickly stated as he shuffled out of the room.

“Spike? Spike?” She called out, but his mind was somewhere else once again, and he blocked out everything she said. “Something tells me Spike’s on the hunt for something, Gummy.”

The only response she got from the alligator was a slow blink.

Spike walked away from Sugar Cube Corner, looking slightly pale. After letting what she said sink in, he took a deep breath to calm himself, “so it was... him... that morning... and I wasn’t just seeing things... but why...”

He cut himself off at that point, heading off to find Applejack and Rainbow Dash, since he couldn’t talk to Rarity just yet; he wanted to see what the other two had to say. Though instead of running, he decided to trek slowly, letting his mind try and settle with what he’s learned.

But with his mind preoccupied, he failed to notice how quick his walk to Sweet Apple Acres was, and he had no problem finding the mare he was looking for as she worked as hard as always; bucking down the freshest of apples from the hundreds of apple trees scheduled for the day. Yet he didn’t just rush over and ask her as soon as he saw her, because what happened wasn’t just between him and her, it happened to Rainbow Dash as well.

Yet some kind of luck seemed to be on his side, as a sharp pain struck his back, sending him tumbling forward. Applejack’s ears perked up as she heard the sound of Spike, and whatever it was that hit him, crashing through the fence.

“What in tarnation?!” She shouted, galloping over to the crash sight, only to find the hodgepodge of purple scales and cyan fur. “That’s quite the landing, Rainbow. You tryin out for the demolition team again?” Applejack said with heavy sarcasm, shaking her head.

“Yeah, yeah, I know: another messy landing... Thanks for catching my fall, scale-head,” Rainbow replied, flapping her wings to get off the dizzy drake.

“No problem...” Spike mumbled, shaking off the shock and dizziness, “but this actually works out great.”

“Whatcha mean, Spike?” AJ asked.

“Well, I needed to ask the two of you something kinda important,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.

“What is it?” Rainbow asked. “Is something wrong? Did something happen? You’re acting really weird.”

“D-Do you remember those Diamond Dogs we fought?” Spike asked.

“Yeah, of course. How could we forget? We went to save Rarity from them, after all,” RD said.

“Yet she somehow managed to have every darn varmint followin’ her,” AJ added.

Spike shook his head, “no, no, no, I’m not talking about them. I meant the ones we fought the other day.”

“Uh, Spike... ah’ve been working overtime to get ready for cider season. I couldn’t’ve seen one unless they came to find me,” AJ said.

“And I don’t remember doing anything like that,” RD shrugged. “Are you sure you weren’t just dreaming it up from one of your comics?”

“You mean neither of you remember taking on that army of diamond dogs? Or what we did afterwards...” Spike questioned.

“Spike, something’s messing with you, dude.” RD said, getting a little concerned for him.

Spike’s face palmed so hard that the sound echoed throughout the entire orchard, even into Ponyville, making the two mare wince, giving him looks of confusion and concern.

“If something’s going on, Spike, ya’ll know you can talk to us,” AJ said, placing a hoof on his shoulder.

Spike squirmed away from the touch, which only served to make the farm pony more suspicious, “sorry... it’s just... I’ve got something else I gotta do...” he said, his voice a shaking as he stood up to leave.

But before he could get too far, RD blocked his path. “Spike, you’re not going anywhere until you talk!” She said, jabbing his chest.

“It’s nothing, Rainbow,” he flatly stated, trying his best to walk around the pegasus.

“It’s not ‘nothing,’ Spike. You seem so distracted and off put just because we didn’t do any of the stuff you said we did,” she practically yelled, getting muzzle to muzzle with him. “So spill! Where and when exactly did we take on this ‘Diamond Dog Army’?"

Spike just sighed and started thinking of a way out of this, only taking a few seconds before giving a false sigh. “Fine... I’ll spill, but can we go inside? It’s kinda hot out, and my throat’s bone dry.”

“Fine, but once we’re in, you’d better start talking,” AJ complied, already heading towards her family's abode.

Yet once they were out of the orchard, Spike took off, back into the trees as fast as his legs could carry him. “Hey! Get back here!” Dash shouted, racing after him, with Applejack close behind.

Spike knew it wouldn’t take long for either of them to catch up to him, so he had to act fast. His hand began to subtly glow as he took a hard right behind a tree, and when the two chasing after him made the same turn, they couldn’t find him, even after Rainbow took the skies, searching everything she could see, but she didn’t find him anywhere.

“Where’d he go?” AJ asked, finishing up her search through the trees.

“I don’t know... but when Twilight comes back, we’re gonna have an intervention.”

Spike rubbed his temples, groaning as he made his way around City Hall, “that’ll never get any easier.”

He eventually slumped against the building and slid down it, staring at the sky as he thought about his next destination, “I... I don’t know if I can... I don’t know if I want to... I don’t know if I want to find out... that the best day of my life was a lie.”

He already knew what was going to happen. It’s already happened with Pinkie, Rainbow, and Applejack... and he had no reason, other than pure hope, to think that Rarity would be any different, yet he had to go. He still loved her, after all, even if it wasn’t the mad, puppy love like it was before, and he had to know, but he just sighed and waited before heading to The Carousel Boutique.

He looked around from where he was, knowing that couldn’t go back to the Castle... for obvious reasons, he couldn’t go back to The Sugar Cube Corner, for other reasons, and didn’t want to be out in the open market for long, in case either of the two were still searching for him. It left him with very few options, and with one final look around, he thought of the only place he could go.

“Hey, Spike! Long time no see,” Lyra greeted him with a smile, showing him into her home.

“Yeah, haven’t seen you in a while,” Spike replied as he ducked inside. “Is Bon-Bon here?”

“She should be back soon, closing up the shop and all,” she said. “And I’m sure she’ll be bringing back a ton of candies, today.”

“Well then I’ll have to stick around for that!” He chuckled, letting himself relax, trying to get his mind off everything else in the world.

She nodded, sitting herself down on the living room couch, in much the same way Spike sat on the recliner facing her. He’s gotten used to Lyra’s oddities, seeing that this wasn’t anything new for him, even though most ponies still question why she sat like that.

“So what brings ya over?” She asked, using her magic to bring out a bowl of chips.

“Well... let’s just say that... I needed to get away for a bit... and that this was the only place I could think of.”

The minty unicorn shrugged off the ambiguity of his statement, knowing not to push it any further. “Well, that’s cool,” she said, floating over the bowl of chips to Spike.

“Thanks,” he said, taking the floating bowl and enjoying the pleasant taste.

The two sat in silence, which was what Spike was hoping for. The only sounds were that of the occasional crunches of their snacks, along with the dull hum of Lyra’s magic. Spike let himself space out; forgetting this striff, and just taking a moment to chill. Soon enough, though, his fatigue from that morning, along with all the running he’s done since then, caught up to him, and he dozed off.

It was a good hour later before he was woken up by Bon-Bon walking in, who was honestly shocked to see him there, but her surprised quickly faded into a smile as she greeted him. Spike yawned before returning the favor, stretching out his sore body as she made herself comfortable in her own home, and as Spike gave a relieved sigh, Lyra went on to tell Bon-Bon what he’s said to her.

“I don’t think we should dig any deeper before he’s ready,” Lyra whispered to the cream coated mare.

She simply nodded in agreement, dropping the bags she’s been carrying as she went, “I brought back some new candies I made. Wanna try some, Spike?”

“Sure,” he happily replied as she sat out several small bowls on the counter.

The next few hours were spent trying Bon-Bon’s newest sweets, chatting about anything and everything that came up, and he smiled as he enjoyed himself, even with all that’s been going on, but once dusk began to fall, he knew he had to do what he had to do. So he bid the two farewell, and looked out to the town, his eyes instantly finding the place he needed to go.

The Carousel Boutique.

“Another day finally finished,” Rarity said as she flipped the sign on her door to ‘Closed.’ “Well, for the most part,” she clarified to herself, going back to some of the dresses and suites she’s started.

Sure her main work day was over, but she’s often found herself staying up late to get some extra work done, sometimes simply out of boredom, and it just so happens that tonight was one of those nights. She remained at her workstation as she brought over one of the dresses a client commissioned her to fix, and to add a bit of flare to, but, unfortunately, she couldn’t get much of it done before a knock sounded at the door. She looked to it with confusion, only for another one to sound.

“I’m sorry, darling, but we’re closed,” she said as she trotted to the door. “You’ll have to come back...” she stopped as she noticed who was standing there, a rather blank expression on his face, “Spike! Is everything alright?”

“It depends...” he said flatly, taking a deep breath.

“Spike... you seem a bit... well...” Rarity started, showing her concern for the drake.

“Off? Yes, you could say that. Though the question of things being alright depends on how you answer my questions.” Spike said with the most serious expression she’s ever seen from him.

“Y-Your questions? Like what, Spikey?” She tilted her head.

“Simple stuff; nothing too difficult, and might not mean a thing to you... but I need to know if it does. It’s really important...”

“O-Okay.”

“Do you remember our time at the castle the other day? Do you remember coming over to tell me something you knew I’ve always wanted to hear? Do you have any recollection... about what we did... or what you left?”

There was a moment of silence between them, one that dragged on for far longer than he would’ve liked.

“I’m sorry, Spike...” she began. “I have no idea what you’re talking about...” but before she could say anything else, he ran.

“Spike!” She called out, but he couldn’t hear her.

Tears of sadness and rage poured from his eyes as he made his way back to the castle, dead set on confronting the cause of his emotional turmoil. He roared out his frustration as he ran, shattering windows, rattling buildings, and startling nearly everyone in town, but he didn’t care, he was too dead set on what was in front of him.

The castle shook as the roar gained Discord’s attention, “that doesn’t sound good...”

His ears twitched as the castle doors bursted open, and it only took a few seconds for whatever was coming to kick the next set of doors down, which happened to be the ones to the room he was in. He saw eyes glowing with both rage and sadness, boiling tears streaming down its face.

“DISCORD! YOU BASTARD!” Spike roared, slamming his fist into his palm, making them both ignite with green and yellow magic.

“Spike! What’s wrong?” He asked, taking a step back.

“You’d know, ‘Twilight’!” He growled, forming balls of fire in his claws and launching them at the spirit.

His eyes grew wide and he easily avoided the attack, but the wall behind him didn’t fare so well. Discord quickly put together that Spike’s discovered his secret, and what he’s done, so he teleported away as fast as he could, straight to the other side of the castle, not bothering to full on leave, thinking that he could do something to make this whole thing blow over, like nothing ever happened.

“I don’t think so!” Spike shouted, appearing right behind him.

Discord tried to vanish again, but Spike had him by the neck, using his own magic to prevent Discord from using his, running him through the wall before quickly following behind.

“Spike... I can explain!” Discord said, putting up a shield between them.

“I am sure you could, Discord!” He yelled, kicking through the shield with little effort, “Or should I say... PINKIE PIE!” He shouted, sending a blast of magic at him.

Discord held up his lion claw to block the attack, but it seemed to grab hold of his wrist and yank him back to the wall behind him, locking him in place. The draconequus tried snapping his fingers to break free, but found that it wasn’t like the chaos magic he gave him, it was different, stronger, and something he couldn’t break free of.

“Or... RAINBOW DASH!” A another blast was sent, locking his eagle talon as well.

Discord was at a loss for words, he didn’t expect this to backfire this badly.

“Or APPLEJACK!” Spike was now much closer than he was before, and still storming forwards, locking the spirit’s wings, tail, and torso in place, tightening with every step the dragon made.

Discord’s never felt this helpless in his life, but he never let it show.

“Or...” Spike prepared, now only a foot away from the struggling male, “RARITY!!!” He roared, slamming his claws into the crystal around Discord's neck, gripping it tight.

Discord gagged as his airway was constricted by the drake’s fierce grip. His magic was unable to help, as Spike’s own magic was negating his. He did his best to take in air, but it became harder with each passing moment. He tried his best to meet Spike’s eyes, and, once he did, he could see everything the drake felt.

Pain, rage, fear, regret, and the one that stood out from all the others: sadness. He learned that all the things he’s done with the girls he’s known for nearly all his life never really happened. How he’s let him play with his emotions... and his body... using it as he saw fit. He didn’t want to feel any of this anymore; he wanted the root cause of it to disappear.

“The Elements work on the magic of friendship... so they could never kill...” Spike said, just barely loud enough to be heard. “My magic... doesn’t have those limitations... this I know” he stated, forming a ball of flaming magic in his hand, ready to end his torment.

Discord’s eyes grew wide and he tried to force something out... anything! Not just what he could get away with, not just something he’d use to ignore the problem, not just something that he didn’t mean... “I’m sorry,” he gasped in a whispered hush, letting forth genuine tears from his eyes, begging the drake to have mercy, or at least have solace for what he was about to do...

But it never came.

The drake stood there, his hand still wrapped around his neck, fire still burning in the other, watching as the truest tears he’s ever seen flow down the spirit’s face. He still stared daggers into him, but he loosened his grip just enough for him to speak.

“I’m so sorry, Spike,” Discord managed, his voice ragged. “I never meant to hurt you... and I don’t know why I did what I did, but I did try to make sure you enjoyed every moment of it,” he softly said, his smile small, but speaking volumes.

“Lies!” Spike growled, his magic tightening on his wrists and waist.

Discord grunted in pain but continued, “I’m not lying, Spike! Everything I did was to please you!” He paused, looking deep into the dragon’s eyes, not searching for anything, just connecting, “because... being here with you... it’s awakened feelings for you... feelings that I didn’t know I had, or even know where they came from, but they’re there... and every time I did it with you, as some of your closest friends, I wasn’t thinking of my own pleasure; I was wanting you to enjoy yours.”

Spike’s grip loosened as he took it in.

“Spike, focus your magic into your eyes...” Discord said with a sigh. “If you want to see the truth for yourself, allow your magic to show you how it truly is, and look at me.”

“I can’t trust you after what you did... how can I trust you after what you did?!” He shouted, grasping his claws again, ready to strike.

“I’m not asking you to trust me, I’m asking you to see the truth. Allow your magic to show you what’s really going on; what’s actually happening; no lies, no deceit, just the truth of how I feel...” he said, letting his walls break down in front of the drake.

Spike still didn’t trust him, but something nagging at the back of his mind was telling him to do it. He closed his eyes and focused his magic, burning him for the briefest of moments, only for it to fade as he slowly opened them.

He saw Discord, but not in the way he’s always seen him, he saw him as he was for the first time: seeing every emotion he felt, even the ones deepest inside of him, every change he’s made to himself, every action he was desperate to make, every pick and claw about him, all there in full display. He didn’t know what to think: on one hand, he was still furious about what he’s gone through, but now that he can see the turmoil he’s been putting himself through, he didn’t know what to do.

“I knew you’d ever accept me if I told you... So I did the only thing I knew how to do... though as backhanded as it was, it was the only way I knew that you wouldn’t immediately reject...” he laid it out, showing himself off to the drake he loved, confessing everything he’s been holding so deep within himself.

Spike saw Discord; he saw his many emotions, and he saw each and every one of them starting to fade, leaving only two behind: his happiness and sadness, both fighting for control. He was sad for making Spike feel the way he did, knowing full well that Spike would hate him for the rest of his life if he ever let him go, and he was happy because Spike could see how he truly felt, and that he didn’t have to hide himself from everyone... not anymore.

Spike took a step back and his magic ceased, letting Discord go. The spirit landed on his feet, rubbing his wrists, but not daring to look up at the drake. Their was a long moment of silence between them: Spike being deep in thought, and Discord waiting for him to say something. Soon, it was made obvious that Spike wasn’t going to say anything any time soon, so Discord was going to be the first to speak.

“Spike... I...” but before he could finish, or really get started, there was a popping sound, and, when he looked, Spike was gone.

Discord felt a bit of him break. He hung his head, walking back to his room in the castle. He could’ve just teleported there, but he wanted to take his time for once, and once he reached it, he gathered everything he’s summoned into a suitcase, thinking back to everything the two of them have done. “I’m so, so sorry,” he said under his breath before taking flight, heading through the window, towards the Everfree Forest.

Spike watched the Castle in complete silence, standing at the window of his old room in Canterlot, his mind racing so fast that it hurt, his heart beating so quick that he thought it would explode.

“Discord... likes me... he... loves me...” he thought to himself, the words repeating themselves over and over again, all throughout the night as he paced the room, not knowing how to feel.

It seemed that nothing could help him; that nothing could save him from this turmoil; that nothing could dissuade him... at least until a voice pierced the silence. “Spike?”

Author's Notes:

Yes things are rushed and rather forced in this chapter...Remember that at first this was suppose to be a story focused on the clop between Spike and Discord. Yet we decided to put some more story into it, so don't hate that things are being forced and rushed.

Finished much sooner then expected~ A surprise for all of you~ Enjoy!

Written with beirirangu.

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