Days have passed since Zapp had descend onto the scene of Equestria, and rumors of her existence in the real world quickly began to circle in the pony daily chatter. Of course, besides the comic-addicted subculture in Equestria, nobody really paid it much mind, considering it merely a publicity stunt at best, and some lunatic at the worst. One that was a heavy part of that subculture was Spike of course, who knew all to well that magic and comics mixed heavily, and can make for some radical results.

With that knowledge, he scoured the local comics store for clues, hoping to find some fact to this rumor, but to no avail. Defeated and tired, he slowly went to Twilight’s castle and his room, for some well deserved rest and relaxation.

“Guess it really is just a mere rumor...” the small tyke sighed, as he opened the door of his room in the castle, only to find a sealed copy of a comic, sitting idly on his bed.

“Better place that one in my collection before Twilight gets on my back for being untidy again...” Spike thought to himself, as he grabbed the comic, noticing a peculiar note on the top. Not to mention the fact the comic was not from his collection, as he soon saw for himself.

“What is this?! Oh my...” he said to himself, as he saw the cover which simply read: “Radiance No.1: The rise of Perfection.”

Spike was perplexed, he never heard of such a series! Perhaps the note would provide the answers he seeked, which he quickly checked.

Dear Spike a.k.a. President of The Radiance Fan Club

It has come to our attention that you lack the essential edition of the story of Radiance. For that reason, we have graciously provided you with the issue you will need to experience the full breath of her character and vision.

Hope to hear from you very soon,

Zapp

“Someone is being very funny. The nerve, not only giving me a false comic, but impersonating...” Spike rambled, only to stop as he saw the accompanied picture, with Zapp sitting on the castle roof, blowing a raspberry at him.

Whoever this was, the cosplay was killer, and Spike had to respect that.

“Might as well take a peak.” the dragon shrugged, and opened the issue.

Spike could not have been prepared for what happened, next, as the pages of the comic began to glow, their allure too much to handle.

“Come Spike... We both know who you idolize...” a soft feminine voice echoed around the room, a voice all to familiar to Spike, that of his one love, Rarity.

It was true, the mere voice was like a philharmonic in the dragon’s head, a blessing to hear far and wide. And now it was banging in his head, making him lose all sense of fear, and soon, even reason itself.

“Good boy... Tell me Spike, how much do you love... Rarity?”

“With all my heart.” Spike replied truthfully, gazing into the now velvet light, as gems began to circle around his hands.

“And what about Radiance... She seems a lot like her, only... Sexier...” the voice echoed on, as the gems snapped onto Spike’s hands, making the fingers slowly melt into a white mass and solidify as hooves.

“She is...” Spike replied, the changes to his body working like a aphrodisiac, as his tail slowly started to become thinner, and becoming hair instead of scales.

“But you don’t have love for Radiance, do you Spike?” the voice continued on, chuckling devilishly.

“... I don’t?” Spike replied, as he grew, the tail now a velvet masterpiece, fit with jewels that matched the coat perfectly.

“No silly... You do not want her, you want to be her.”

The words hit Spike to his core. It all made sense now, as if the domino’s fell, and swallowed his pride. He loved Rarity, but Radiance... He was jealous of her. The looks of his Goddess, plus being a heroine, the main event. He never was the hero, and even when he helped, it was all so the girls could be the ones on the throne. His desires to be the center, to be the one you look up to, it was clouding him, like a dark wet blanket. It was clear, Spike would never be the hero, and the voice showed him it was true. He had to do something, anything! Anything to be the hero!

The solution to his desires were insane, but obvious. If he can’t be a hero as Spike, he simply had to stop being Spike...

As the fight inside him was being won by chaos over reason, so did the physical metamorphosis happen.

His body was now devoid of scales, white pristine fur covering the now bigger body, the hooves clicking graciously on the marble floor. The head scales had as well gained the fashionable curl, with her green eyes still distinguishing the new mare from the real Radiance, and the lack of a unicorn horn.

Moans signaled that this was also to change, as this last difference began to fade, each spiral of the magical organ making the mare moan, her voice switching from a young dragon to a heroine diva, one twirl at a time.

Oddly enough, the voice and magic faded after that. Spike, now Radiance in body, down to the last hair on her immaculate mane, looked around. Even the comic was gone, in his place a rubber mask, fit for her new eyes.

She smiled. It was obvious, the magic was testing her, testing her commitment. No matter the body, Spike would never be the hero, and she knew that.

Gracefully, she placed the mask onto her closed eyes, the magic merging it to her. Like a waterfall, memories began to seep in, coating everything Spike is with a new fresh coat of elegance. Memories, Twilight, the girls, all were washed away to give way to a more appropriate personality, that of the ravishing, devilishly seductive mare with the magical braces. Seduction, perversion and deviancy filled the void inside, left by the leaving dragon. Like a puzzle, new memories, of a life in luxury, and her first charge with the bracelets. Her proficiency grew with each moment, as Radiance’s skill began to settle in.

To follow this mental resurgence, Radiance began to cast her suit onto her body, as a blue rubber catsuit, fit with gems on the sides, a bold collar, her element of harmony, and gems in her mane, cascaded onto her. Only once she opened her deep blue eyes, was she happy.

“...Ah, much better.” Radiance concluded, smiling at her reflection in the floor. Even distorted, she was divine.

“That Zapp may be a ruffian, but she always knows how to gift a lady. Now all I need to do is find her, and see to that the rest of our team is assembled. The sooner, the better.” Radiance concluded as she broke the side of the room with her magic, and began her catwalk on floating planes she effortlessly created.

Watching on from the far was the new Maneiac, chuckling to herself. She really was good with picking eager converts.

“So who is next?” the original Maneiac asked, inside of the body the one.

“Don’t know yet, but I will decide soon enough. The good thing... Is that.” the new Maneiac replied, pointing at a new building in Ponyville.

“Is that... The Power Ponies HQ?!” the original Maniac replied in awe.

“Yes. Soon enough this world be just like ours, and ready for the taking...”

Yawning, Twilight Sparkle opened first her eyes, and the window.

“Hey, who turned off the Sun?!” she mumbled, only realizing that the sun was on, only blocked by a huge structure.

“What the... Spike! Spike!!!” she shouted, but to no avail. Seemed like she had to make breakfast alone, and gather the girls, and a good wrecking crew.

Author's Note

I live! Have some nice Radiance as a welcome back gift!