The Crusaders's Question

by Grimdark_Rainbow

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Comedy
Length: 479

Spike answers one of CMC's questions.

Spike answers the question all fillies want to know in his own little way.
Where do foals come from?

Spike is featured once again in a Fanfic for the clops. This might be the end of Spike's main character-dom in my fics.

This fic was originally meant to be a huge "get-together" with all the ponies we could think of, but soon changed it to this.

Just for fun!!

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-08 20:06:08 UTC

The Question *Explicit Content!*

The Question *Explicit Content!*

“But where do foals come from?” Applebloom whined. Applejack laughed, “You’ll learn when you’re older. Ah need to go work now, go on ’n play with your friends.”

“Oh fine,” Applebloom sighed. She walked off to join her friends in their clubhouse. “So, Applebloom,” Sweetie Belle started, “did she answer the question?” Applebloom frowned, which told Sweetie Belle that it didn’t go too well. “Oh. So who do we ask?” Applebloom was now in the clubhouse, looking up at the ceiling, trying to think. Scootaloo piped up.

“I heard from Rainbow Dash that Spike knows a lot about that type of thing. Invite him over so we can learn!” The other two agreed with her, nodding their heads. “Applebloom, go get Spike from Twilight’s and bring him here.” She sighed once again, giving them a look of disgust. "Why do I get stuck doing the hard things?”

“Because you’re the group leader, not to mention that you wanted to know in the first place.” Applebloom accepted that as a reasonable answer and walked on out of the clubhouse then north, toward Ponyville’s town center. The girls watched her leave then turned to each other. “Well, now she has us curious about it,” Sweetie Belle pointed out.

Now arriving at Twilight’s, Applebloom noticed the door wasn’t answered when she knocked. She gripped the doorknob with her mouth and opened it. Inside, the lights were dim and there was a faint rustling upstairs, Twilight’s room. Applebloom was over flown with fear and curiosity at the same time. The fear kept her from saying anything out loud, while the curiosity drove her up the stairs.

“Ah, Spike,” Twilight moaned, “I love how you treat me!” There was a constant sound of a bucket filled with water and being walked roughly. Like a sponge being squished. Like a-

Applebloom walked into the door and saw a sight. Spike was there, yes, and so was Twilight, but to her, they were laying on top of each other. As Spike was about to spray his voluminous load all over Twilight’s flank and lower body, he noticed Applebloom, suddenly stopping. Twilight asked him what was wrong and then saw her too, stunned in horror of her catching them in the act.

“Hi guys!” Applebloom said, not knowing what they were actually doing. “Spike, we need to ask you a few questions back at the clubhouse, can you come right now?”

“Right now?” Spike asked, worried. Applebloom nodded. “Can you, uh, wait outside for a few minutes?”

“Sure thing Spike!” She walked out and stood outside of the front door.

A few minutes later, Spike came out of the opening. “So what is it that you needed me to do?” Spike cocked his head.

“Come to the clubhouse with me, we have a few questions!” She ran off with Spike trailing behind.