"Did Elizabeth yell again?" Twilight lifted her head from the book she was reading. Nothing was working at distracting her from the strange human. Especially not research into her condition. She shifted her hips again, but could feel her hardness under her belly.

"Something about feathers, I don't know, she is too high-strung to keep up with." Spike was lounging near the door of the library, a Power Ponies comic in front of him. "You should have heard her when she woke up in my bed. She was totally going to freak out and panic. Dragon snuggles are well known for their relaxing qualities." He gave a little nod of his head, agreeing with his statement.

"That was your room?" Twilight's distraction was found. "She looked like… wait, snuggles? What were you doing?" Her heartbeat was racing, she hoped the 'hide me' spell would keep her… well, hidden.

"She is big enough that I felt when she crawled into bed, but Twilight, she is so warm! It was like sunbathing on a hot rock, all night! So I cuddled up and found the warmest part of her. When I put my nose between her-"

Twilight practically exploded. "YOU DID WHAT?" She shot to her hooves, her brain fighting to hold on to the hiding spell and her train of thought.

"The… soft things… on her chest. I put my snout between them. It was heavenly." Spike smiled blissfully, his eyes closed as he processed the memory. When he opened them again, he was alone in the room.

Twilight had teleported, as was her wont, when things got too crazy for her. The hiding spell collapsed as she did, into the tub. Under the mare her shaft was throbbing, rock hard and felt about to burst. Without thinking, she turned the cold water on.

The wings had grown rather quickly, enough that Elizabeth could see them. Sitting on the bed, she stared in the mirror as the large appendages grew in. The sensation of feathers pushing through her skin made them itch but she had her fingers tucked between her knees. "Just growing wings, Liz, nothing crazy, it isn't like I am turning into a pony or anything!"

Her brain was confused, it had fifty percent more limbs than it should have. She lifted an arm, a wing lifted. She moved her leg, one dropped a bit. "Okay, now let's try to just move a wing." Looking at her side, she tried to reach out with one. Just then, of course, Twilight opened the door and poked her head in. She froze. Elizabeth was sitting naked on the bed. "TWILIGHT!" Of course, her wings were both spread wide in shock.

"Sorry!" Twilight pulled her head back, closed the door, and then knocked on it. "Elizabeth, can I come in?"

Slumped on the bed, Liz saw that her wings were stretched. She felt the muscles move and, more importantly, she could get a feel for what nerves were driving them. Fighting her human-self, she drew the wings in and folded them, then slowly started to push them back out. The knock came again at the door, without thinking she called, "Come in!"

Twilight opened the door and trotted in, seeing the naked girl still sitting on the bed. "Um… I can go again…"

"I give up, I really bucking do." Elizabeth, without thinking, curled her wings forward and around her chest, providing perfect modesty. "What is wrong, Twilight?" She couldn't help putting on a smile, it just felt right to greet ponies with one.

"I was thinking, about you being here and, well, living here." Twilight kept her calm, her spell was in place, Liz wouldn't see her growing hard-on. This was getting ridiculous, every time she thought about the soft, warm human she got… Dammit!

"You don't want me mooching, I get it." Liz gripped down with her wings, hugging her torso with them quite neatly. Her feathers—the fact that they were hers still was a bit unsettling—were the same pink as her ears, and even a few little tufts of fur around the base of the wings indicated that her coloring was going to be pink with green. "So, I will find a place in town and-"

"Please stay here!" It wasn't Twilight's brain doing the talking. She was maddeningly hard again, her embarrassment saved only thanks to the spell. "I mean, I know what you can do, too! Spike was fine at cleaning my tree-house, but this thing," she gestured to the castle around them, "is just too big for one little dragon. So please, if you want that is, work here as my maid."

A stirring inside Elizabeth warned her, it started at her hips and flowed up through her. It was a cross between deja vu and that little warning you got when something really important was happening. Only it came right from her hips, where the cutie marks had appeared. "I'll do it." As she said the words it was like the feelings intensified, building with pleasure that had her eyes—and her wings—going wide.

Seeing the girl, with her wings spread, thighs slightly rubbing together, made Twilight consider teleporting again before she lost more control. "How do stallions do this?" As she spoke the words, an alarm went off in her head, it was telling her that a 'stray thought' had gotten mixed up and sent to the vocal cords by mistake. Two forehooves flew up to cover her snout.

Finally, Twilight's behavior made sense to Liz. She knew Twilight was attracted to her, and that she was using that hiding spell. Now she knew that the sight of herself had given Twilight something to think on, something long and hard. "Simple, they have a mare to help them." The words tumbled out before she could track them, but her eyes were wide a fraction of a heartbeat later. "I mean-"

"I'm going!" Twilight turned and galloped for the door.

Elizabeth turned to the bed beside her, picked up a dress and examined the back. "Well, if I can get them to fold down I should be able to get them through the gap and fasten up around them." She did just that, repeating the procedure from earlier in the morning. No sooner was she decent than her belly gurgled and grumbled. "Really? What is it, mid-morning?" The woman stood up on her hooves and clopped over to the window and looked out. "Huh, midday."

Clopping out of her room, Liz glared back at the door. Painfully plucking a strand of her mane free, she looped it around the handle a few times. "That should make it a little easier to find." Turning, she began to clop down the stairs to find where to go for lunch.

"Hi Liz!" Spike waved to her from the main hall as he was pulling on an apron. "Hope you are hungry, today is some sandwiches!" He waddled on his stumpy legs into a big side room. Following, Elizabeth found the dining room. "Just grab a seat, I'll bring something out."

She did and was soon joined by a startled-looking Twilight Sparkle. "Uh, hi…" Twilight had spent a while working out her 'feelings' but just seeing Elizabeth again started her off once more. Sure, getting her to work at the castle would be fun, but then she would be taking more and more of these… breaks. "Spike is making something?"

"Sure am Twilight!" Spike's voice came from the kitchen and, soon, he was walking out with three plates balanced on his arms. "Dandelion salad sandwiches for both of you, and a ruby sandwich for me." He passed over two plates, Twilight's magic catching them and giving one to Liz.

Elizabeth looked down at the food. Part of her was shocked at the flowers being visible, poking out the edge of the sandwich, but part of her was practically salivating on it. "What's wrong?" Spike sounded concerned and looked over at the woman. "I can cut the crusts off if that will help?"

"No, no, just a little different. Getting used to this place." She lifted up the sandwich and took a careful bite. The taste was amazing, the flowers certainly tasted great and the rest of it matched them. "Mmmm!" She took another bite, not stopping to say anything.

"I think that is a compliment, Spike." Twilight beamed, lifting up her own sandwich. "Oh, I meant to tell you, Liz is going to help out around the castle, cleaning and things, making my bed…" Twilight's mind wandered, her 'male problem' giving her all sorts of ideas for what she could make Liz, dressed as a maid, do.

"Twilight? Twilight?" Spike was standing up before Twi, waving a hand before her face. "Nope, gone…"

"I'm pancake!" Twilight blinked. "I mean, awake. What is going on?" She looked around. "Where did Elizabeth go?"

"You were like that for ages, was it some kind of evil trance? Liz finished her lunch and said she would go see Rarity about some more clothes." Spike shrugged, stepping back over to his side of the table.

"Liz is gone?" Twilight's brain was not working so well, but she finally got it under control. "Oh, Rarity did say she was going to invite her over to get some proper clothes made."

"Darling, look at you, you didn't tell me you were turning into a pegasus!" Rarity was looking up and down the human… mostly human, appraising her curves and angles. "No, those dresses simply won't do, look, it is riding around your hips too much." The mare turned and trotted to her sewing area. "Come, come, we must get you into something more fitting!"

Elizabeth was a little stunned, she wandered over, pushed by the intensity of Rarity's personality. "I just need a few more and some underwear…"

"Nonsense darling!" Rarity used her magic to quickly slip the old dress off the woman, causing her to gasp in surprise. "Now, let's create art!" Fabric flew through the air, wrapping around and returning Liz's modesty. "Now I think something stretchy here, to cinch it in when you need it. What are these things?"

Half stunned by the level of magic control the mare showed, not to mention that she was being dressed by her self-confessed 'best pony', Elizabeth opened her mouth. "Underwear…"

"Oh, things to wear under things? That is such a novel idea, these ones are ripped, I see?" Rarity was inspecting Elizabeth's panties. "Why didn't you bring more things with you, darling?"

"Honestly? I didn't expect it all to work… I am just happy to be here and… away." Elizabeth waved an arm, hoping it would convey the je ne sais quoi that she intended. "I had everything planned, including a change of clothes…"

"But just one? I would swear you were a stallion if I didn't know better." Rarity scoffed at the idea, giving a bark of laughter. "Well, if you weren't obviously a mare. Okay, you can put that old thing back on, I think I have what I need."

The fabric clinging with magical precision dropped from Liz and she quickly pulled her dress back on. "So is that all? Don't you need to have me try things on?" Rarity paused in what she was doing, looking over her stylish glasses. "What?"

"Darling, I am going to pretend you didn't say that. Rarity does not make such mistakes." Rarity pressed a perfectly hooficured hoof to her barrel. "Now go, let me create these things but you have to promise one thing."

"What is it?" Liz squinted a little, wondering if the canny business owner had something up her… well, sleeve.

"If you change more, come back, this is the most outrageous project I have ever faced, I am tingling just at the thought that you may only wear these things once, then need new ones. This is exciting!" Rarity turned back, humming a little tune wordlessly as she started cutting and sewing fabric.

Backing away, Elizabeth barely made it out the door before she heard a high pitched voice exclaim. "See! Just like I… you aren't like I described…" Apple Bloom tilted her head. "You got wings? And ears? Are you turning into an alicorn princess?"

Elizabeth was faced with her hardest challenge to date. The Cutie Mark Crusaders. "Uh, I hope not, they have to do so much work!" Three little heads nodded to that answer.

"So she must be turning into a pegasus!" Scootaloo bounced around Liz, the filly's movements just as adorable and 'marshmellowy' as they were on the show. "Look at the size of them! How did you grow them so big?"

Liz's heart shattered, the begging tone in the pegasus filly's voice reminded her of Scootaloo's problem. She turned and crouched down. "I don't know, but Princess Twilight Sparkle is working on it, and when she finds out," Liz lifted her finger up and booped the surprised Scootaloo on the nose, "I will tell you."

Scrunching her nose, Scootaloo looked up at Elizabeth so earnestly, so trusting, then her face lit up with a huge smile. "Thanks!" She bounced back to her friends. "We, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, want to help you!"

"Me?" Elizabeth blinked at the announcement.

"Yes!" All three fillies chimed back.

"We are going to help you find out what your cutie mark is all about!" Apple Bloom pointed to Liz's hip. "Can we see it again?"

It was such an innocent question, but Liz couldn't help but blush a little; no underwear meant she might potentially flash someone. Nonetheless, she lifted her hem, turning sideways so the fillies could see.

"A cloud and a thunderbolt? Apple Bloom, she was always going to be a pegasus!" Scootaloo looked so proud. "Maybe a weather pony? It is almost as cool as Rainbow Dash's mark!"

"She seems to have shaken things up." Sweetie Belle leaned in a little closer. "Maybe she protects ponies from bad weather? Or maybe it is metasori… metaclor-"

"Metaphorical?" Elizabeth helped the filly, who beamed up at her and nodded. "It could be. Stormy weather and a lightning bolt, from strife, change?" Three little faces looked on in wonder as Liz made the guess. "Well, it is just a thought."

Author's Note

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