Spike lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. It was early morning now. He had spent the entirety of yesterday evening and night in Rarity's room. When they weren't going at it, they were talking and fantasizing about their dreams. Spike had heard most of it before, but she had his undivided attention as if he were learning about her all over again. Spike felt almost like a whole new dragon... or rather stallion.

He suddenly grimaced at the thought of having to change back soon. He also realized he had no idea exactly when he had been turned into a pony. Spike's thoughts were interrupted by a gentle moaning and rustling of sheets. Rarity was waking up. She arched her back, and stretched out her legs as far as they would go. She then yawned and wrapped her forelegs around Spike.

"Mmmh, good morning dear," she said lazily as she nuzzled against him.

"Good morning, my love," Spike responded.

Rarity looked up at him "my love? well that’s quite sudden don’t you think?"

"Well... I," Spike stumbled, "I just thought, you know, that I love you."

And just like that Spike's newfound confidence was gone. Rarity blushed again and gently ran a hoof across Spike's chest.

"It’s just as well anyway,” She said, "because I think I love you too."

The room grew suddenly quiet as the two of them stared at each other. All Spike could think to do was smile. He had waited for so long, and had all but given up on his hopes at hearing those words from Rarity. She had finally said it, and she was finally his. Spike leaned in and kissed her lovingly. They gently locked lips for a good long moment before parting.

"Ugh, I hope you didn't put me out of action for today, I have much to do today."

"I didn't hurt you did I?"

Rarity smiled and pecked Spike's lips, "only in the best of ways."

The way Rarity said that aroused Spike in that new way he had taken a liking to. He smiled back and leaned into her, his kisses growing more hungry and lust filled. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to try out his new body some more, there was more he wanted to do as Hearth Fire.

"I'll prepare a bath for you," Spike said softly.

"That's very sweet of you, but you should know, I am quite particular when it comes to my baths," Rarity chimed as Spike climbed awkwardly out of bed.

"One dab of blue ocean, two dabs of summer sunshine, and a hint of lavender right?"

"How did you-"

"Lucky guess" Spike said with a wink.

He went and prepared the bath just as he knew Rarity liked it. He had done this a few times before as a dragon, but found the task considerably more difficult as a pony. He kept slipping up with the various bottles, and getting the temperature just right was a chore. The task was infuriating with his clunky hooves. Spike figured Rarity didn’t really have to worry about impractical bottle design when she could telekinetically grip whatever she wanted.

Rarity walked in behind Spike and nuzzled his neck. He turned to face her and they kissed once more. Spike loved the fact that he could do that whenever he felt inclined. In the past he would just suffer in silence, his wishes and desires made manifest, no matter how badly he wanted it. Spike gestured that the bath was ready and stepped aside for Rarity to peruse his work. She thanked him with another a kiss and got in. He watched her for a brief moment when she cast a glance at him as if to say "aren't you getting in?" Now came the hardest part of the day for Spike. He leaned over the rim of the tub and kissed her yet again. There was some notable sadness in the action.

"I'm sorry, but it seems I'm already late for work."

"Awww really?" Rarity questioned with mock sadness, and a little real disappointment.

"As much as I'd love to stay with you all day, I don't want to get in trouble, my boss is probably wondering where I am."

"Well you just tell him the most beautiful mare in all of Ponyville demands your attention."

"I'll be sure to," Spike assured her with a smile. He turned to leave, but not before stealing one more kiss. He had a feeling he would be sorely missing that sensation.

"Wait," Rarity blurted, "where do you work?"

"I'm at the uhh- tree nursery just up the road from sweet apple acres. Do you want to maybe meet here later?"

"Of course. I close up shop at four today."

That was a bit odd considering Rarity usually closes at five, but Spike said nothing.

"Four it is then."

"I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too," Spike said. He hesitated, before going out the door. His guilt was almost overwhelming. She was in love with him, but not the real him, and if he could not find a way to make this form permanent, it would be like walking out on her.

"I'll see you again soon, I promise," He said hastily before running out of the room.

Spike's new plan was a simple one. He had to find the genie again, and ask him to make his pony form permanent. He needed to be Hearth Fire, for himself, and for Rarity. He had a taste of what he had sought for so long, and now he knew it was worth traveling to the ends of the earth for.

Spike exited the door to the Carousel Boutique and down the street into town. He had to reach the library and do some Twilight style studying on anything and everything to do with Djinn. Spike suddenly stopped at the thought of Twilight. He couldn't believe he had forgotten about her for this long. His thoughts had been so single minded since his transformation.

As if on cue, Spike's long stallion legs suddenly shrank into stubby foal legs. He faceplanted into the ground as the rest of him started to change. Spike cringed and curled up into a ball as his form painfully transitioned. The most painful part seemed to be his scales, which seemed to pop out of his skin as if they had been suppressed underneath it for the whole time. Once the pain stopped, Spike uncurled and opened his eyes. His vision was particularly sensitive to light again. He held up his familiar stubby claw in front of his face to confirm what he already knew. He looked around and saw a single stallion with a long blue mane staring at him.

"That's really weird man, really weird," was all he said as he pulled his cart down the street at a hurried pace.

Spike shook off the dirt and scowled with determination. He knew what he had to do, and nothing was going to stop him.

Author's Note

Sorry for the delay ponies. Misfortune befell me and I wasn't feeling too inspired. but I'm back, and ready to write.