WAY Out of place

I sat there in the middle of the living room with Twilight, she was at least a few away reading an open book on the floor. "Let's see, if this spell works, your coat should change color." She said looking up from the book.

"Alright, let's take a crack at it." I said, taking a deep breath and bracing myself.

She read over the page one more time. "Let's hope for the best." She said smiling confidently. Her horn glowed an ethereal purple. In a small spark a puff of light came off of me.

I looked myself over to see that nothing had changed. I looked back up to Twilight confusedly. She held a held a hoof up to her mouth curiously, looking back over the page. In a small cough like puff, all the fur over me grew out in an enormous puffball. We shared a wide-eyed glance before I dropped to the floor and rolled around on it roughly.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a raised brow.

"Fuck it itches!" I yelled as I dragged my back along the wood floor.

Spike came down the stairs, rubbing his eyes. "What's with all the racket?" He asked irritated.

He walked into the living to see me rolling along the floor, stopping to rub up again walls and furniture. "Itch-itch-itch-itch-itch!" I spotted Spike and his glorious dragon claws. "Spike, scratch my back now!"

"What? Why?!" He asked confusedly.

"Cause it itches. Now scratch, motherfucker!" I yelled turning my back to him.

"Twilight!" Spike yelled.

"Just scratch for a minute, Spike." She sighed. "You keep him down like that while I figure out a way to reverse it."

"Fine." He groaned.

I sat down beside him, fidgeting in place as the irritation of the heavy fur seared away at my concentration. He slowly extended his scaly hand, pushing through the bush of fur to my back. His scaled fingers touched down to to skin scratched up and down along my back. "Fuck, that's nice." I sighed. I gave satisfied coos as the irritation of it melted away. "A little higher." His scratches moved up, centering at my mid-upper back. "Higher." His scratches went up between my shoulder blades. "Oh yeah, that's the spot. Right there." I groaned. My right leg twitched and kicked out unconsciously. "So fucking good!" My leg moved with a mind of it's own, kicking out in a sweeping motion.

Pinkie let out a small cough, covering her mouth with a hoof. "Sorry, kinda thirsty." She said smiling. There was another disembodied 'squee'.

Kian looked around startled by it, trying to figure out where that came from. "Seriously, what the hell?" She shrugged, not really knowing how to answer that. He sighed and climbed down off the bed. "I'll grab you a glass of water."

"Thanks."

He walked toward the door, stopping when he heard muffled voices on the other side. He stepped up to the door, leaning close and pressing his ear to it. The voices on the other side became clearer, err, a voice. "Holy shit, this feels awesome. C'mon, just a little more... keep going. Oh fuck that's nice." It was his brother's voice

He pulled his ear away from the door, grimacing. Whatever was going on the other side...well, he didn't really want to think about that. Giving a silent prayer that it wouldn't be what he thought it would, he slowly opened the door, peaking out. Across the main library was a large grey puffball of fur. Spike was scratching it with an aggravated expression across his face. Twilight was searching through a book, looking for something. Whatever the grey mass of fur was, it was big, and puffy, and really liked being pet. It's leg kicked out wildly like a dog.

He slipped out from behind the door, closing it behind himself. He walked through the library and into the kitchen, opening the cupboards above the sink. He grabbing a glass with his teeth and set it down in the sink, turning on the tap. The clear water flowed out filling the glass. Before it could reach the brim he stopped it, turning the tap off. Now was the hard part. He leaned down into the sink, vicing his teeth around the lip of the glass and easing it up. The water moved against his movement, sloshing around in the glass.

Walking incredibly slowly, he carried the glass out into the main library, making way back to his room. The giant puffball of grey was still happily being scratched by Spike in the living room. The head of the large ball of fluff looked over to him. "Wassup bro?"

Kian's jaw dropped, which wasn't the only thing either. The glass plummeted from his mouth toward the wooden floor with growing speed. Before it could hit the floor it was grasped by a purple glow, floating back up to him. He stared curiously at it, surprised by it's swiftness. He looked over to see Twilight, the same purple glow around her horn. She smiled a special kind of smile. The kind of smile a mother has to her children. One that she would wear when some sort of lesson was learned by the child. One that showed care.

He breathed some form of a sigh of relief, taking it back into his teeth. He walked the rest of the way back to his door, easing it open just enough and slipping back through. He closed the door and set the glass of water down on the nightstand. He sat there at the side of the bed, lying his head on it and sighing. Pinkie took the glass from the table, holding it between her hooves. She lifted it up to her lips, tilting her head back and drinking down it contents in a few long swallows. She emptied the glass, finishing it with a satisfied "ahhh.". Kian climbed back up onto the bed, lying down next to Pinkie. "Wanna go again?" She asked.