Enter the Dragon(ess)

10 minutes passed until Spike calmed down, her sobbing turning into sniffles.  Twilight was still hugging her.  Her chest wet with Spikes tears, but she didn't mind, she knew that Spike needed comfort, and she was going to make her dragon assistant happy.

Twilight removed her arms from Spike’s back, using one of them to lift up Spikes chin to see her face.  Spike’s eyes were red and puffy from her sobbing, and her scales were stained from the tears.  Twilight smiled softly. speaking in a kind voice, “Spike, I would never do that.”

Spike rubbed her nose with her arms before speaking, “Really?”

“Of course not, it was an accident; even then you are my number one assistant.  I would never force you to leave,” Twilight said.

Spike widened her eyes, before giving Twilight the biggest hug she could muster, letting out some tears of happiness.

“Thank you Twilight!” Spike exclaimed, still hugging the purple Alicorn.

Twilight removed Spikes arms from her and stood up, looking towards the basement door, she asked, “Spike, can you show me which machine you turned on?”

Spike wiped her eyes from the tears before answering, “Sure thing Twi.” She stood up and walked to the basement door, with Twilight close behind.  The dragoness didn't realize that Twilight looked down to see her butt.

“Well Spike, at least you don’t have a big butt,” Twilight  pointed out, getting a blush from the dragoness.

“Please no comments about my body,”

“Sorry Spike, I was just curious,” Twilight apologized, with an embarrassed look on her face.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Spike searched for the machine in the dim lighting.  Her eyes spotting the machine, she gave out a yell.  “There it is!”  Spike and Twilight walked to the machine.  The moment they got there, Twilight realized what the machine was, and instantly became afraid.

“A-are you sure this is it?” Twilight ask frightfully, causing the dragon to be confused, yet scared.

“Yeah, I looked over the entire thing for the off button, why do you ask?”

Twilight turned to Spike, her eyes wide in fear.  “This device was made to hold my raw magic to study!”

“Okay, so what is it about raw magic that you are scared about?” Spike asked, feeling nervous around Twilight.

“Spike, what do you know about raw magic?” Twilight asked, grabbing Spike by the shoulder.

Spike was becoming frightened by the minute before answering, “I know that raw magic is uncontrollable, and that we don’t know just how powerful it is,”

“And!?”

“And that it can not exist for long outside something like a container or a body,” Spike didn't know what was going on, why was making Twilight scared?  But she was going to get the answer.

“You see Spike, this device was a container for my magic, when it is turned off, the magic stays trapped inside, allowing it to stay in it’s form,” Twilight began explaining, letting go of Spike and walking to grab some papers and a quill.

“But when turned on,” Twilight Continued. “the opening for my horn opens up, allowing the magic to escape. I was going to attach a tube to it that connects it to the device that measures how strong it is.  With the device then destroying the magic by introducing dark magic, which cancels each other out.”

Spike became more confused as Twilight put some papers in a clipboard, and writing some stuff on the paper.  “What does this have to do with what happened to me?”

Twilight sighed, letting out what she was afraid of, “When you turned on the device, since it was not connected to the tube, it went free and found you.  But it also did something else. It changed you so your body could fit it all.  With the gender change being a side effect.  In other words, it fused with you, and turned you female.”

Spike fell to her but on the spot, letting everything she heard fall in.  She was now a teenage dragoness, all because some raw magic needed a body.  She felt a range of emotions, anger for being changed; sadness for not being able to stop it; and fear of staying like this forever.

“Is there a way to change me back?” Spike asked, not even looking at Twilight.

“I don’t know Spike, if there is a way to release the raw magic, it could turn you back, or you could stay as female,” Twilight answered honestly, she walked to Spike and kneeled down to her level.  She put her hand on Spikes shoulder and whispered, “Don’t worry Spike, we will find a way to change you back, but I need to see what else the raw magic did to you,”

Spike’s eyes went to Twilight and gave a small nod, “Okay Twilight, I just hope it didn’t do anything to bad,”

Twilight helped Spike up and led her to a chair to sit down.  Sitting down herself, she dipped her quill in some ink, and cleared her throat. “Now Spike, I will be asking you some questions, after that, a physical examination.  But if anything makes you feel uncomfortable, just tell me.”

Spike gave a nod of her head, showing that she understood.

“Okay, first question.  Do you feel like you should wear clothing?”

Spike gave a yes, with Twilight writing it down, already it did not look good.

“If you were to apply makeup, would you apply it everyday? For special occasions? Or never?”

Spike wanted to say never, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt that she needed to look go on some occasions.  She left out a sigh, “Only for very special occasions.”

Twilight wrote it down, her scratching the paper with the quill seemed to cause the room to be in a calm like state.  Which helped as Twilight felt that the answer was a tomboy answer, so her fears were starting to decrease dramatically.

“If your favorite/new shirt was to get dirty by a colt or filly splashing some mud on it, would you get angry at them?”

Spike thought about it for a bit before finally answering, “I would get annoyed, but I know that I can easily wash it off and wear a different shirt.”

Twilight soon realized that Spike was being more of a tomboy, of course, she couldn't be sure until the questionnaire was truly finished. “If you were ask to wear a dress to a formal meeting or party, would you refuse and dress casually, or wear a dress?”

Spike rubbed her chin in thought.  Sure wearing casual clothing is more comfortable, but she would feel really out of place. “I would wear a dress, but nothing too fancy.”

Twilight wasn't too surprised with this answer, as even Rainbow Dash wore dresses for special occasions, but it felt weird coming out of Spike.

“Would you play sports, even you were to get dirty?”

“Of course I would,” Spike answered, almost feeling offended with that question.

“If you were to go the the beach, would you wear a one-piece bathing suit, or a two-piece bikini?”

This question seemed to be the hardest for Spike, as she struggled to find the answer that suited her.  She was so worried that she blurted out her answer. “A two piece bikini!”  She slapped her hands across her mouth, and blushed red, “s-sorry Twilight,”

Twilight just stared in shock at Spike, she was not expecting Spike to shout her answer.

“It’s okay Spike,” Twilight wrote down the answer.  Using her magic she grabbed two magazines and put the cover side down.

“This is the last question Spike, but this will be the hardest one to answer,” Twilight warned, she showed Spike the covers, revealing that on the covers were models.  One was a mare model, and the other a stallion model. “Which model do you feel you like the most?”

Spike scoffed, feeling that the answer was easy, she stared at the mare model expecting to like her.  As Spike continued to stare, she started to panic.  Despite the model having a perfect hourglass, had long beautiful hair, and a breast size that most mares could only dream of, Spike felt nothing.

The stallion on the other hand was different, his chiseled six pack, bulging muscles, and short hair gave Spike shivers down her back.  She wanted to feel his muscles, and to treat Spike like a dragoness.  She didn't care what the stallion was like, his body was perfect.

Spike snapped out of her fantasy, to see Twilight with a sad look.  “Spike, you've been staring at the stallion for a good five minutes, I think you know what this means.”

Spike knew she couldn’t lie and just admitted it, “I liked that stallion.”

Twilight wrote down the answer, when she looked up, she saw Spike standing up and stared at a mirror, her eyes glaring at the image. Spikes hands turned into fists as she snarled.

“Spike, I know that you must be angry, bu-,” Twilight started, but stopped when Spike punched the mirror, shattering it into little shards, and began screaming in rage.

“How could this happen to me!?  I am a drake, not a dragoness who wants to sleep around with stallions!  I am not a dragoness, I am not a dragoness, I-I-I…” Spike collapsed on the spot, feeling disgusted with herself.  Her eyes caught her image on the shards, but she did not burn them, crush them, or swiped them away.  She stared at those images, seeing that she was a dragoness, whether she liked it or not.

Twilight went to Spikes side and sat beside her, she put her hands on Spikes shoulder, causing the dragoness to look up at Twilight.

“Spike, I know you are angry at yourself, but don’t worry, I will find a way to change you back.”

Spike stood up and turned away from Twilight, “I hope you do, sis.”

“What did you say Spike?” Twilight asked, surprised by what Spike said.

“Since I turned into a dragoness, I felt that you were my sister.  Must be another side effect.” Spike answered, she walked away and went to the middle of the room.  “Let’s get the physical part done,”

“No, Spike, I think we won’t do it,” Twilight said, standing up and walking towards Spike.  “Those answers were more than enough to tell me everything. Besides, I think you should rest.”

Spike wanted to argue with Twilight, she knew that Twilight would never miss the opportunity to experiment, but she did feel tired.  Today has been a long day for her, and she wanted it to end.

“Okay Twilight, thank you for helping me,”

Twilight smiled, feeling proud that she helped her first friend.  “You can sleep in my bed, I will just sleep on the couch tonight.  I will have us contact Celestia about this tomorrow, okay Spike?”

Spike nodded, but before going up the stairs, she turned to the purple Alicorn. “Twilight, I don’t think Spike fits me any more,”

“Well?  Want do you want me to call you?”

Spike began to think, she wanted to call herself something that went well with “Spike”, as she thought, her mind went to how much this day has been a barb in her side.  Her eyes widened as the name came.

“Until you find a way to change me back, I want you to call me, Barb.”