To be Human: An Equestria Girls reimagining

The smell of vanilla, strawberry, chocolate and many others composed the air while mounds of multicolored frozen dairy covered, or more correctly, was the land. Two figures climbed one of the pink colored hills. One was covered in purple scales and green spines, while the other was of white fur and purple mane.

“Come on Rarity, you can do it,” the dragon said as he assisted the unicorn up the creamy landscape.

“Thank you, Spike,” said the unicorn. She began to brush herself off, only to smudge the ice cream all over her pristine white coat. “Though really, you should have told me where we were going so I could have prepared appropriately. Now look at me, I’m all sticky.”

“Sorry,” the dragon replied.

“No matter, a lady should never go unprepared. Thankfully, there’s a mirror there I can use.”

The dragon cocked his eyebrows at that. “Mirror?”

He turned around and instantly his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened, almost forcing out his eyeballs out of the sockets. In front of him loomed a tall oval mirror, multiple gemstones lining its purple frame.

He approached it cautiously, a form slowly showing itself to him on its reflective surface. It wasn’t him, or at least, it wasn’t his dragon form. The person in the mirror wasn’t anything he would remotely call equestrian. The reflection was tall, lean but muscular, devoid of scales with clothing taking its place and a patch of green hair on top of his head.

Spike slowly reached out with his claw only to stop midway at what he saw. Devoid of talons and scales, his arm now matched that of the reflection. He reached out with his other arm and saw the same to it. Groping his face, an odd sense of normalcy to the feeling of flesh began to engulf him, his initial fear being drowned by it.

“Are you alright, Spike?” said his companion behind his back. However, had to furrow his brow for he could have sworn that the voice that spoke was different.

He turned around and instead of the mare of his dream, he saw the woman he swore to protect, standing on two feet and embracing a book by her chest. A smile found its way to his lips as the last remaining fear in him was expelled and he approached her with a relaxed familiarity.

She tilted her head, a playful smirk appearing on visage. “Aren’t you too old for ice cream?”

“Twilight... no one’s too old for ice cream.”