Chapters “Now Spike, I am going to be out for a small bit, Rarity wants me to pick a dress for Pinkie Pie’s birthday party, and I’m going to meet her at the Carousel Boutique. Just clean up around the library, and help anypony with book checkouts,” Twilight said, just before she closed the door; leaving her young dragon assistant, Spike, in the middle of the library.
“Well, I better start working,” Spike said to himself as he began to pick up some stray books on the ground. “*sigh*, Why does Twilight have to make such a mess whenever she tries to find a certain book. And why do I always have to clean up after her?” Spike thought to himself.
As he was cleaning the place, he couldn't help thinking about the mares he always was around (he blamed hormones), and how he was the only guy in their group. Sure, Applejack and Rainbow Dash are tomboys, but they are still mares.
He knew that there were some colts he could hang out with, but he didn't really like them, or their hobbies, so he always ended hanging out with Twilight and her friends, or the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
He picked up the last book when he noticed that the door to the basement was open. Now he was told that he was not aloud to go down when all of Twilight's machinery was on, but since she was gone, it was logical that she turned off her machines.
“Well, the basement never been cleaned in a long time, better do it. Maybe Twilight will give me some extra gems for working so hard!” Spike said to himself, putting away the last book. Going through the basement door, he blew a fire on one of the candles on the wall to see better, and to see all the other candles to light.
Going down the stairs he noticed that the place was really dusty; sure there was some things that were clean, but it seemed that it was only the important stuff, and not everything else. Spike sighed to himself, picking up a duster from a nearby table and going to the closest things he could dust.
Wiping the furniture and machinery (he didn't even know what ¼ of these devices were used for), he couldn't help breathe some of the dust into his nose, causing his nose to scrunch up and him trying to hold in a sneeze. He failed and let out a loud “achoo”, which resulted in his tail hitting one of the machines “on” switch, causing it to roar with life. He looked back with a very agitated look.
“Out of all the things that could be turned on, I had to turn on the loudest,”
He searched around for an off switch, not noticing some purple magic going through a hole that looks to fit a unicorn horn, while coming towards the unsuspecting dragon, till it finally covered him and went inside of his mouth and nostrils.
Not knowing what is happening, Spike didn't move an inch. He wasn't that worried though, even though this device was making him feel uncomfortable and alien.
After waiting for what seemed like an hour, when really it was about 1 minute, Spike stepped away from the machine, looking at it in confusion. After just a few seconds, it shut off. Not noticing that he was getting longer eyelashes, his claws dulled some, his eyes more girlish in appearance, and that his pride soon went into himself. Officially turning the drake, into a dragoness.
“That odd, why did it turn o.. What happened to my voice!?” Spike yelled, hearing that her voice was higher than normal, almost to Sweetie Belle level. Her eyes caught onto a window, and saw not Spike the dragon, but Spike the dragoness.
“Wh-what happened to me!?” She looked at the reflection, not believing for a moment that the dragoness in the image was actually her. But she couldn't think for long as she felt a stabbing pain in her stomach, and fell on her side, convulsing as the pain intensified.
“ARRGGGGHH MY STOMACH WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH?!” she screamed. Still looking at her reflection, she saw that she was getting bigger, and more shapely; in fact it looked like she was getting older. Her legs stretched as the became thin and slender, with her feet growing larger, stopping when they fit her new legs. Her baby fat disappeared, leaving her stomach thin, but making her hips and thighs look wide, nowhere near the size she saw Applejack has, but more along Rarity’s; her waist also caved in, helping in giving her a hourglass-like waist. She rolled on her back and pushed her chest forward, seeing breasts starting too form. Growing from A-cup, to B-cup, and stopping all the way at a large C-cup. Her arms got longer and her hands dainty, with long fingers and slightly sharper claws. Her shoulders crashed in, completing her curves. Her neck got longer, and she she coughed, as her voice changed to a more womanly one. Her snout got shorter, as her teeth were replaced with adult ones. Soon her spikes on her head grew downwards, giving her the the impression that she had hair.
With the pain gone, she stood up and couldn’t believe how short everything was, and how tall she was now. Thinking that she was around Twilights height. Looking at herself, she couldn’t help but touch her body, feeling to see if this was all true, and it was. She was now a teenage dragoness, around the age of 17 she believed.
"Oh my Celestia. I''m a dragoness!" Spike exclaimed. "And naked..."
She blushed when she realized it, even though she never had to worry about it before. Running up the stairs(it was hard to run with breasts. they felt like sandbags attached to her chest), she went into Twilight’s room, searching for something to wear. Her search gave her a pair of Twilight's blue skinny jeans, and a white T-shirt with two small holes in the back, showing that the shirt was meant for Twilight’s wings. She decided not to wear a bra and panties, as she didn't know how to wear a bra, and felt to embarrassed to wear panties. The shirt was tight on her chest, but at this point, it was better than nothing.
“Spike! I’m back!”
Spike jumped hearing Twilight’s voice, knowing that she would now have to show her new self to her sister. Spike, then became confused, Twilight wasn't her sister. so why did she think she was?
Ignoring the thought, she went out of Twilight’s room and began her slow descent down the stairs. Fearing the worst, thinking that Twilight will probably kick her out, or maybe not believing that she was Spike. Stepping on the floor, she saw Twilight looking away, locking the door.
“I’m glad you’re here Spike, I need you take some things to the kitchen. I decided to swing by the supermarket and pick up some grocer...ies” Twilight said, turning around, looking at what appeared to be her number one assistant, but was instead a dragoness in her brand new jeans. She was about to yell at the dragoness about why she is wearing the jeans that Rarity made for her, when she noticed that the dragoness was purple, had green eyes, and green spikes going down her back. Her eyes open in realization, as she struggled to speak.
“S-spike, i-is that you?” She asked getting a nod from the dragoness. Twilight walked up to her and giving her a confused looked. “What happened to you?”
It was at that moment that Spike could take no longer keep her emotions in check, and cried out in sadness, “I don’t know! I was cleaning the basement when my tail turned a machine on, the next thing I knew, I became this! Please don’t throw me out, Twilight! I have nowhere to go!” she collapsed into a sobbing mess on Twilight.
Twilight stared at Spike in astonishment. Spike thought she was going to throw her out? Twilight new that Spike never meant for this to happen, but it seemed that whatever happened to Spike, caused her to keep her emotional bundled up, so she couldn't think rational. But right now she needed to comfort Spike.
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.”
Surprises
It was early in the morning when Barb woke up from the chirping birds outside the window. She sat up on the bed, stretching her arms and back, yawning. Looking down, she saw her cleavage as her breasts pushed out the night gown abit.
“Why did these have to be so big?” Barb complained, holding them in her hands. Her eyebrows furrowed as she squished them in her hands. They were surprisingly soft, even with her tough scales. “Must be another side effect.”
Getting out of bed, she shivered from the change of temperature. While it wasn't that cold in the room, it still felt like it was freezing compared to the bed. Not wanting to face the cold anymore, she quickly ran to the bathroom.
In bathroom she turned on the shower and took off her nightgown. Looking in the mirror she saw herself in her full naked form. She had to admit that she did look good, but she seemed above average compared to most mares. For some reason or another, she thought that if she was to age as a drake, she would of been eye candy for every mare. Of course she was more than grateful to not be eye candy to every stallion.
Barb stepped in the shower, feeling the warm water against her smooth scales. She couldn’t help but sigh in content as the water washed over her, it felt so nice with the warm water running down her scales, she imagined that this is what rocks that were underwater felt like. She felt like that she could stay in there forever.
30 minutes passed when she stepped out of the shower, her scales reflecting the light in the room from the water on them. Grabbing a towel, the dragoness dried herself off, her scales still shining from the soap she used. Barb then wrapped the towel around her chest and stomach and walked to the sink. She got her toothbrush and noticed that now it looked a bit small for her, in fact she was sure wouldn’t be able to hold it that well. so she put it back.
“I guess I will go one day without brushing.” Barb talked to herself, she moved some spikes on her head, realizing how flexible they were, almost like real hair. “These side effects are giving me a ton of surprises.”
Not wanting to spend any longer, Barb went back to the bedroom to put some clothes on. Taking off the towel and putting it in the hamper near Twilight’s desk, she went to the closet and picked out a purple T-shirt and blue jeans. She looked back in the closet and saw some bras and underwear. Barb debated if she should wear them, but soon realized that the bras probably won’t fit; and she has no idea what Twilight did while wearing some of the underwear, so she decided not to wear them.
After putting on her clothes (and fixing the shirt to make sure that it showed very little of her cleavage) she went downstairs to find Twilight eating some breakfast, with a scroll right beside her.
“Morning Twilight,” Barb smiles as she sat down across from Twilight.
Twilight looked up and smiled back at Barb, “Morning Spike.” Twilight greeted, only noticing what she said some second late, which caused her to droop her head in embarrassment. “Sorry Barb, I forgot.”
Barb couldn't help but giggle, “It’s okay Twilight, I didn't expect you to call me Barb immediately.” She reassured by putting her hand the the purple Alicorns shoulder. Which caused Twilight to give a small smile.
Taking her hand away, Barb turned to the scroll and picked it up.
“A message to Celestia I’m guessing?”
Twilight nodded, “Yeah Spi… I mean, Barb, I am asking Celestia if the Canterlot Library has any books about raw magic, and what exactly happened to you.” she explained, once again mixing Barbs name.
Barb nodded, showing that she understood. Taking the scroll, and deeply inhaling, she blew her magic fire, and the letter turned to smoke and went out the window.
“I guess we wait now,” Barb said, getting a bowl and putting cereal in it, with some milk of course. Just before Barb could take her first bite, she felt her stomach rumble, and burped out a scroll. She couldn't help but shout, “How in Faust’s name does she write so fast!?”
Twilight giggled and unrolled the scroll, when she read it, she closed her eyes and sighed.
“What is is sis?” Barb asked, Twilight passed the scroll to her and gave her answer, “Read.”
Barb shrugged her shoulders and began reading.
Dear Twilight Sparkle,
I read your letter, and while I wish I could help, I can’t. You see, it has been so long that somepony wanted to study raw magic that I forget if there even is a book on it, and I don’t think a spell will change Barb. Also I am having a problem with the Griffin Emperor, as he demands an apology for being called, and I quote “an overweight bird that can’t fly”. Unfortunately the one that called him that is currently hiding, and before you ask, it was not Blueblood, it was my new captain of the guard… he was drunk. So my sister and I have to keep him calm until the captain comes back. That means that I won’t be able to look for it, but I did arrange a chariot to pick you up. I hope you understand.
Your Teacher and Princess,
Celestia.
Barb sighed and looked back at Twilight, “I guess I will have to look over the library till you get back?” she asked, even though she knew what the answer was.
“I guess so,” Twilight got up and began to walk up the stairs. “I am going to pack my things, you don’t mind cleaning up a bit do you?”
“No problem Twi, just let me finish my breakfast first,”
After said breakfast was done, Barb picked up her’s and Twilight bowl and put them in the sink, and began to do her cleaning. After a while Twilight came back down with a suitcase, putting it down by the front door.
Barb walked out of the kitchen to talk to Twilight, her claws making some “tack” from every step she took, making the place seem calm. Once she reached Twilight, she noticed that Twilight seemed sad.
“Is something wrong?”
“I can’t help but think that this is my fault, my magic turned you into a dragoness, and now I have to leave to fix it. I should be here to make sure that nothing happens to you,” Twilight answered, her voice quiet as she looked out the window. She was caught by surprise when Barb gave her a hug from behind.
“It isn’t your fault Twilight, it was an accident. Besides I can look after myself, you have nothing to worry about,” Barb said, reassuring Twilight.
Twilight smiled and gave Barb a hug back. “Okay, I believe you,”
The moment was cut short as the chariot stopped in front of the library. Twilight grabbed her suit and went to the door, but turned to the dragoness. “I took about half my clothes, so I think you need to visit Rarity to make you some more fitting ones,”
“Okay Twi, I will. I hope I will see you soon.” Barb waved goodbye to Twilight, who waved back before opening the door. Barb watched Twilight get into the chariot, which soon flew off towards Canterlot.
“Well, I guess I better close the library up for the day,” Barb said to herself, grabbing the library key from the key bowl. As she went out the library, she closed the door and locked it. She then put the key in her left pocket, and began her track to the Carousel Boutique.
Barbs walk caused her to notice some things. She noticed that her hips would sway from each step she took, also that some of the stallion would give her a quick look, before going back to what they were doing. Of course some of the stallions decided to look at her longer than she would of liked, but there was nothing she could do about it, other than glare at them; or if she was really lucky, a mare (possibly their mare friends) would slap them.
Barb soon made it to the Boutique, she was glad that she was finally away from the prying eyes of stallions. “I swear, with the way those stallions were staring at me, it was like I had a giant bug on my back.”
Barb opened the door to hear the bell ringing, signaling a customer. The moment she closed the door, she heard Rarity’s voice from the other room.
“ ~I’m Coming,” Rarity said in a sing-song tone. She went into the main room, her purple curls slightly bouncing from each step, she was wearing her red rimmed glasses, and had measuring tape draped across her shoulders. The marshmallow colored mare took a look at the dragoness in her shop, and couldn't help but think that the dragoness looked similar.
“Welcome to my boutique, is there anything you need miss?” Rarity asked in a professional matter.
“I do, Rarity. New clothes. I can’t keep wearing Twilight's,”
Rarity stared in shock at the dragoness, how did she know her name? And why was she wearing Twilight clothes?
“Why are you stealing my friends clothes?” Rarity asked accusingly, crossing her arms and glaring at the purple dragoness.
“You see Rarity, it is because I am Twilight's number 1 assistant,” the dragoness answered.
At first Rarity wanted to keep questioning the dragoness, but when she thought about it, her eyes widened. The purple scales, green spine, the fact she knows Rarity’s name, and that she said that she was Twilight’s assistant. Only one conclusion came to mind.
“Spike?”
The dragoness nodded, and was caught off guard when the marshmallow unicorn ran up to her and checked her body.
“What happen to you?” Rarity asked, concern evident in her tone.
Barb sighed and begun her explanation. “It all happened yesterday. I was cleaning the lab when I turned on one of the machines. While I was looking for a way to turn it off, the raw magic that happened to be inside went into me, turning me into the dragoness you see now.”
Rarity listened and couldn’t help but think that Twilight had something to do with the raw magic, but she wasn't about to ask Spike about it.
“Is there anything else that changed because of this?”
“Well I feel naked if I don’t wear anything, I am now into stallions, and I changed my name to Barb,” Barb answered, feeling slightly embarrassed that she admitted that she likes stallions.
“Barb? Why would you change your name? And why not to something like Spines?”
“Well Rarity, Spike didn't really fit me anymore. Also Spines? That just sounds dumb,” Barb said, giving Rarity a look of disbelief.
“Well, somepony may like that name, I sure do,” Rarity admitted, crossing her arms and slightly turning away.
Barb wanted to disagree, but shook her head, “We are getting off topic, can you please make me some clothes that, in my new form, appropriate to wear?”
“Of course darling, but I am afraid that I used up most of my fabric, and won’t be able to get some till tomorrow.” Rarity explained, getting an understanding nod from Barb.
“I see, well I better get going now, I’ll come by tomorrow,” Barb was about to walk out the door when Rarity grabbed her wrist.
“Darling, what can of friend would I be if I didn't help you in some way?”
“A friend who knows that I need to get back home?” Barb answered hesitantly, worried what Rarity was planning, but it couldn’t be good.
Rarity ignored the answer and answered the question herself, “A bad friend, and since you are now a beautiful, young dragoness. I am going to make sure you are the envy of all mares in Ponyville.” She declared, looking up to the sky as she smiled.
Barb, on the other hand, knew what her friend was planning and worry quickly turned to fear. “You're not planning what I think your planning, right?” she asked, hoping that she was wrong.
“Yes I am, we are going to the spa,”
The color from Barbs face drained, sure she went to the spa before when she was a baby drake, but now she will most likely get the full treatment.
“T-that is nice of you, but I really must get… AH!” Barb tried to decline, but was interrupted as Rarity pushed her out of the door, which caused a red stranger to plunge face first into her cleavage. Barb blushed and was going to apologize, until the stranger took his face out, which caused her to growl in anger.
“Hey, watch where you are going!” the stranger yelled, who turned out to be a teenage dragon, who was about the same age as Barb, wearing black jeans, and a black jacket. He did not have time to say anything else as he got a punch to the face from Barb, which knocked him out.
Rarity starred in shock at what she saw happen, what caused Barb to just punch that dragon in the face?
“Come on Rarity, let’s get to the spa,” Barb said, stomping away.
“But what about this dragon!?” Rarity yelled, wincing as she saw the back eye that the dragon now has.
“He deserved it!” Barb yelled back, continuing her trek to the spa.
Rarity wanted to help the dragon up, but did not want Barb to cause some problems from her sudden anger, so she ran after the dragoness.
10 minutes later, the dragon got up, rubbing his head, wincing in pain. “Okay, I have no idea who she is, but no dragon punches Garble and just walks away!” Garble soon began his search for the dragoness, while cursing from the pain.
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