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// The Corruption of Applejack 
// Story: Elemental 
// by Ruby-Lune 
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Applejack sighed with contentment as she looked over her farm. So much effort and hard work that had been put into her pride and joy. Sweet Apple Acres was truly, definitely, her destiny. Suddenly, she spotted a lavender figure coming from the nearby road.
"Oh, it's you, Twilight. What brings you to Sweet Apple Acres?" Applejack inquired a little harshly. Twilight had, after all, forced her to do so many budget reports.
"Oh...not a lot." Twilight smirked. "I just have a couple questions for you. Tell me, Applejack, are you aware that everypony's fatal flaw is exactly the flaw they are most inclined to?"
"No, Twi...what makes you say that?"
"I'm the one asking the questions here, Applejack." Twilight, unbeknownst to Applejack, cast a Flaw-Succumb spell on the    honest mare. She would now have her morality reduced to nothing. Perfectly susceptible to any flaw she may have.
"So, Applejack...who would you say you love more? Big Macintosh or Apple Bloom?"
Applejack stared at her. What kind of awful question was that? But she didn't debate the ethics for very long before the spell took over her. 
"Are you kidding? Both of my siblings are too damn annoying to stay around for very long!" The newly-deceitful Applejack clapped a hoof over her mouth. Had she really just said that? "In fact, I don't care much for anypony. Especially not you, Dash, Shy, and the others!"
Twilight laughed. This particular dark spell was certainly very effective! 
"And what about Granny Smith? You care greatly for her, am I correct?" 
"Are you kidding? I've wanted that old bat dead for years now!"
This was too much for Applejack. The poor Element fainted dead away.

Applejack. Applejack, wake up.
"Wha...who's there?"
APPLEJACK!
Applejack sat bolt upright. She looked around. It appeared as though she was being held in some sort of dark room. There were no remarkable furnishings. Oh, and a pony identical to her, except grey, was standing in front of her.
"What! Whoa! Who are you!?"
The grey pony smirked. I'm you, Applejack. Or at least, the part of you that isn't revoltingly honest.
"Revoltingly honest...wait. You kinda look like me after I ran into that Grove of Truth!"
Not-Applejack rolled her eyes. You're stupider than I thought you'd be. Why? Why are you so remarkably slow on the uptake?
"Wait just a minute here! Where am I? Did I...really say those awful things to Twilight?"
You mean those surprisingly duplicitous comments? Pretty funny, especially coming from somepony as stubbornly honest as you.
"But I would never say those things!"
Too bad. You just did.
"I..." Applejack broke off, rubbing her head with her hoof. "It's just...It's so hard being honest all the time!"
Not-Applejack's expression changed. Became less taunting and more friendly. I know. It gets tough. Don't you wish somepony would take over for you? You need help, Applejack, even if you won't admit it.
"You could be right. Maybe I'm breaking down, like Big Mac's saggy old plow. Maybe I do need some help." She looked to the pony standing in front of her with wounded eyes. "Do you think...maybe...you could help me?"
Oh, Applejack. It would be my pleasure. Now relax and let me take over. Everything will be all right. 

Applejack woke up some time later with a blissful smile spread over her face. "Well, I can't stay asleep forever. I wonder where Twilight went?" The workhorse decided to go into town and find Twilight there. But first, she wanted to stop and visit all her friends.
As Applejack walked up to Sugarcube Corner, she thought about what she wanted to say to Pinkie Pie. Normally, she would just make small talk about the weather, the princesses, or the upcoming Gala. But this time was different. She didn't want to politely avoid uttering a single falsehood. She would say whatever the hell she pleased, even if it wasn't pretty.

And it wouldn't be pretty.