"So, you want to go into cooking, huh?" Spike asked as he and his new traveling companion continued their walk. It had taken him a moment or two to get his bearings from first meeting Pinkie; but once that was out of the way, he found she didn't seem all that bad. A little bit bubblier then most girls he'd seen, but that didn't really bother him.

"Yep!" She chirped, "I'm hoping to open my own bake shop or catering service and make all kindsa stuff: cakes, pies, muffins, cupcakes, croissants, scones, crullers, cobblers, eclairs, bearclaws, donuts..."

"Cool, I..." Spike started to say.

"Turnovers, flans, cheesecakes, cookies, tarts, brownies, danishes, tortes..."

"That's great..."

"Peanut brittle, peppermint bark, fudge, tiramisu, cinnamon rolls..."

"Pinkie!" He spoke up, cutting her of, "I...I think I get the idea." Did she even breath ONCE through all that?

"Heh, sorry." She blushed when she realized what she was doing, biting her lip slightly as she did, "I can be a bit of a chatterbox when I'm excited."

"That's ok. I mean this is our first day as college students, so its kind of understandable."

After a brief moment of silence between them, Pinkie spoke up, "Oh, what are you planning on taking?"

"Well, to be honest, I haven't really decided. I mean, I've dabbled in a couple things that I though might be a good career. When I was ten I talked my parents into buying me a drawing kit 'cause I wanted to try and become a comic book writer." He sighed, "That tasted until one of my nosier aunts decided to go through some of my sketches while I was in the bathroom. Needless to say, she threw my work out and read me the riot act as soon as she saw him. I. Was. TEN! How the hell was I supposed to know the villain looked like she was nude!? She was a robot!!" He paid no attention to the sputtered laughter from his traveling companion, "Got her back, though, once I started seeing if I could cook."

"Ooh! You do too?!" Pinkie looked at him eagerly.

"A little. Mostly burgers, tacos, pizzas. And my crowning glory: the Nachos de Fuego." He gave her a devious grin, "My aunt was my first vict--I mean, taster. Let's just say the combination of habanero paste, red pepper flakes, and cayenne caused some interesting noises." He started to cackle evilly at the memory, "I told her it was spicy, but...."

Pinkie raised her eyebrow in confusion for a second before it hit her, "Ooohhhh....ewww!" She scrunched her nose up but still let out a giggle.

"Considered learning an instrument like the piano or maybe guitar, but they cost WAY too much. All in all, I'll probably just look at the classes they got and go with might catch my interest the mo-Pinkie...what are you doing?" He noticed that during his recollection the pink-haired girl had edged up surprisingly close to him.

As in 'almost nuzzling his shoulder' close. He could hear her inhale rather deeply too.

"Mm...sorry, Spike, but you smell really nice."

"Oh," He chuckled sheepishly, his cheeks heating up slightly, "Uh, thanks. It's probably that rainfall-scented bodywash my dad suggested I use."

"It's a lot different from rain." She replied, her voice almost coming out in a purr, "It's kinda like a mix of hot cinnamon and salted caramel. It's the same smell of a..." She trailed off to look him in the eyes, her own widening and a massive blush covering her face.

"Smell of a what? Seems like some kind of dessert."

"You...you're a human..." She whispered.

"What??"

"A human male..."

"Human...? Of course I am, Pinkie. I'm as human as you!" The way she was suddenly acting was beginning to weird him out, What's with her all of a sudden!? He asked himself, wondering if he should back up some, Kinda reminding me of that weirdo who claimed I was a goblin because of my hair.

"No I'm not, I'm a Monster Girl!" She blurted out, only to let out an embarrassed squeak clamp her hands over her mouth, "I did it again...!"

"W-what!?"

"A Monster Girl. Though we're all called Mamonos nowadays..." Her voice was muffled slightly by her hands

Spike had to stop himself from laughing at the sheer randomness of that, "No offense Pinkie, but you're about as 'monstrous' as a teddy bear."

"W-well...that's cause I'm not in my real form right now."

"Oh really?" He smirked, making it clear he wasn't taking her seriously, "Let me guess, you have a tail hidden under that skirt?"

"Well, no...but I am bigger than you!" Came her retort, "I...I've been called scary too..." Though this time her tone sounded rather, well, depressed.

He simply snorted, "I'll believe it when, and IF, I see it."

"F-fine!" She said, gulping audibly and throwing down her suitcase, "Just...just don't blame me when you try to get away from me!"

"Pinkie, come on, I didn't mean to...." He trailed off when she began to change. She was slowly getting taller...taller, and a bit more full-figured, thick, pink fur grew over her hands and arms, resembling large gloved sleeves. The same with her legs, covering them from the upper thigh down. Even her clothes changed, shrinking and tightening until she was clad in little more than a pink two-piece fur bikini.

"S-so, this is the real you?" He asked, slowly looking her up and down. By the time it was over, she now stood a good foot taller than him and her hands and feet looked more like paws. Though, aside from that..."Well..you weren't kidding when you said you were bigger. But...heh, I'm still kinda waiting for the 'monster' part."

Author's Note

Yes, I know this chapter isn't so hot, but given how long it's been since I've update this, I felt I should give something at the very least.