Project DracoBreaf

Using her magic, Princess Celestia lit some candles that had been hanging from the ceiling. The room lit up, revealing a chalkboard. That chalkboard had what appeared to be a plan that the Princess had been working on for a while now.

At the top of the chalkboard, there were two words boldly displayed: “Project Dracobreaf.” DracoBreaf, I assumed, was a combination of the words “Dragon” and “Breath” combined into one with a couple of letters changed around.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking. It’s crazy, yes.” Princess Celestia said.

“I don’t even know what the plan is.” I replied.

“Let me explain.” She told me. Then, she continued with “For centuries, dragons have been a burden to all of pony-kind. We haven’t gone a full year without at least one invasion from a dragon, and it’s happened at every corner of Equestria.”

“Have you done anything about these dragons in the past?” I asked.

“Funny you should mention that.” Princess Celestia answered. “At one point, one of our mayors wanted to kill off all the dragons. Let’s just say he… isn’t a mayor anymore.”

Confused, I raised an eyebrow, saying “What do you mean?”

“I would like to see if we can somehow get it to where dragons can help us. Before we can do that, however, we need to study their behavior. After all, there has to be more to dragons than a craving for pony flesh.” Princess Celestia paused for a moment until she looked me directly in the eye and said “Sharpfeather, we need you to get out there and observe their behavior.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Princess Celestia's giving me permission to *observe** the dragons? That’s something I've been dreaming of for years! I've always wanted to see just how these creatures behaved, and now I'm getting my chance! This is amazing!*

Immediately after my excitement, I went right back to being confused. The last pony to try and go out to study dragons, despite that he had a chunk of dragon flesh with him, still got eaten right up by a large dragon. They could see right through the smell of their own kind.

“Princess Celestia, you are aware of the last time someone went out to study dragons, right?”

“Yes, Sharpfeather. I am.” Princess Celestia assured me. “That is why I will be putting a spell on you. It will turn you into a hybrid between a pony, and a dragon. We want to keep the pony part of you because if I turn you entirely into a dragon, you’ll destroy everything.”

“How… risky is this spell?” I concernedly asked.

“I don’t know a reversal to it, and I never got the chance to test it much. But if all of pony-kind benefits from this, it’ll all be worth it.”

I looked down for a minute, unsure whether to accept what she had to do. But then, I realized something: The sooner we remove this burden from Equesrtia, the sooner us ponies will be able to advance. What’s more, if ponies and dragons somehow become friends, we could grow as a society faster than ever, while the dragons remain unharmed! This seemed like a situation where the positives would certainly outweigh the negatives.

“I’m willing to help advance our society, Your Highness. No matter the cost.”

“Very well then. Here goes.”

Suddenly, Princess Celestia’s horn started glowing a yellow-ish hue, with a yellow aura around it. Then an aura suddenly appeared all over my body. I couldn’t move a muscle as I began to levitate in the air, without any control over anything.

Suddenly, I felt strange things happen to me. My teeth became longer, more straight, and sharper. My once lush and soft mane became spiky in nature, hardening into a more tusk like material, not to mention, it was pushed backwards, and became longer, more straight, and sharper, like my teeth. My wings began to expand, and I noticed them take on a more webbed feel, getting rid of all the feathers that were once on my wings. Finally, my fur coat was no more, as it had been replaced with a more tough, scaly exterior.

It was official; I was a hybrid between a dragon, and a pony. I had been changed. Possibly forever.

Finally, the aura faded away, and I was made aware of my surroundings again. Princess Celestia was extremely tired from doing the spell. I mean, changing a pony’s anatomy can’t be easy, but if even she can barely stand doing it…

Exhaustedly, Princess Celestia said “Well, Sharpfeather… Or should I say, DracoBreaf…”

Not wanting my name to change, I swiftly replied “Please, call me Sharpfeather. Please....”

Bringing on a smile, the Princess asked me “Are you ready?”

With a smile, I told her “I couldn’t be much more ready if I tried.”