Chapters My Little Parrody: Friend-zone Is a Mistake
Chapter 3: Research and Discovery
As if on cue Spike returned with the books Twilight had expected, and a puzzled expression on his face she hadn’t.
“Is something wrong Spike?” she asked.
“I’m not sure…” Spike responded. “…You know that book on when Celestia ruled alone, the one with her picture on the cover?”
“Yes,” Twilight answered.
“…Well, I saw that the picture on the cover had changed so I thumbed through it, and all of the pictures show ponies as they look now.”
“What!?” Twilight gasped “Well… bring it here.”
Spike looked threw one of the stacks of books he had just brought in, having already anticipated this directive. Twilight accepted the book as he handed it to her and sure enough on the cover stood Princess Celestia, wings outstretched, mane and tail billowing in balancing directions as always, but now her body held an hourglass figure and her head an inverted teardrop shape. Twilight looked through the rest of the book and sure enough every pony, gryphon, yak, and dragon depicted in its pages stood on its hind legs, greeted with a wave of its hands or a handshake, and carried objects with hands. Twilight knew this had to be some kind of clue, but before she could complement her assistant for bringing it to her; he derailed her train of thought.
“Wow, Celestia’s as pretty as you are, Twilight.”
“S-Spike, this is no time for flattery.” Twilight protested, her lavender cheeks as red as roses. “Besides, Princess Celestia is the God-Empress of Pony Kind! There’s no way in Equesria that I’m anywhere near as pretty as her.”
“I beg to differ,” Spike insisted, “go look in the mirror and tell me that your proportions are any less than hers.”
A simple enough experiment, there was a full-length mirror on the wall to the left of the windows that stretched behind her bed. Getting up from her desk, book in hand; the student would compare herself to her teacher. Twilight held the book open to the best picture she could find, drinking in the reference so she’d know how she measured up without looking back. Finally she turned to the mirror and her eyes slowly went wide as she realized that Spike was right.
Letting her magic take the book Twilight turned and posed in the mirror to check every angel to make sure there was no mistake. There wasn’t, she was a little shorter, but accept for a pair of wings and possibly her mane, Twilight could pass as a Celestia’s daughter.
“See,” Spike said, stepping up behind Twilight to rest his hands on her shoulders, “Just as beautiful as an Alicorn.”
Twilight blushed; her heart began to race at the unexpected intimacy of Spike’s touch, and the feeling of his muscles on her back. A passage from the one book she had found that actually talked about dragons referred to them as Alpha Predators. Spike’s new form lived up to that image. His strong arms, broad muscular chest, and legs that matched his arms, certainly made Twilight think Spike could be capable of a lot of physical feats. But Spike’s touch was still gentle, like he was controlling his strength for her sake.
“T-thank you,” Twilight stuttered, lingering in the unplanned embrace “You know Spike, I think this is a clue. Or a couple of clues actually, everything looks as though this world has always been this way, also I look like a goddess and you…” Twilight lightly bit her lip and looked down. “I… I think we changed more than others because we were at the epicenter of the spell. If that’s true we may have an idea of what Harry Clopper was trying to do.”
“And what’s that” Spike asked.
“I think he was trying to become Celestia’s equal.” Twilight responded.
“Why? And how is this getting him closer to that?”
“I don’t know spike, maybe something’s wrong with the spell? Or he thought these forms would help somehow? Or maybe this is what gods look like and we’re closer to being like them now? I honestly don’t know, but either way it’s a clue.”
“Okay, so where do we go from here? How do we follow this lead?”
“I’m not sure Spike. Harry Clopper wasn’t as famous as Star Swirl the Bearded or Mage mare Meadowbrook, there aren’t any books on his life or accomplishments.”
“Do we at least know when he was working on this?”
“I think it was about 47 years ago. I think that could give us an era to reference.”
Without being asked Spike sprang to his feet and searched the history section for anything 47 years old or at least covering that era. As he gathered the best prospects he came across a book that he didn’t recognize; it had a simple hard brown cover with a lightning bolt crossing a pair of glasses on it. Spike opened it up and found it was quill written with nearly the same style as the spell book. “Twilight!” he shouted as he ran to her.
“Did you find something spike?”
“Boy did I.” he replied as he handed twilight the book. “Take a look and tell me that isn’t the same penmanship as the spell book.”
Twilight opened the book and recognized the text almost instantly; it was Harry Clopper’s penmanship! Thumbing through its pages she realized that the book was his personal journal.
“This is a huge breakthrough Spike!” She said with a smile. “Where did you find this?”
“It fell off a shelf in the history section.” Spike answered. “I must have passed over it a dozen times before but never noticed it.”
“Wait, what? That would mean that he was a librarian here after he ended his studies with the Princess.”
“Stranger coincidences have happened. Who knows, that may have been how Celestia was able to set you up with the job.”
“Maybe, but let’s figure that out later. Right now we’re looking for anything that could help us solve the mystery of what his biggest spell was supposed to be and how to reverse it.”
Twilight opened it and began reading…
3rd of Early-Fall 1960: today I begin my studies with Princess Celestia. I’ll admit I’m about as nervous as I am excited. I’ve admired the princess form a far for years, as most of her subjects would, but now to be in direct contact with her, to be chosen to study magic directly under her… I can feel my heart beating faster.
“Not too much here,” Twilight observed “he was excited to become one of Princess Celestia’s students. But who wouldn’t be excited to learn magic from the god-empress of pony kind.”
12th of early-spring 1963: We submitted our research projects today I got a B+, better than I feared but worse than I hoped. I wonder if Celestia is being deliberately merciful with me… No, any good teacher wouldn’t play favorites or let a student squeak buy with a substandard effort. I’ll just try harder next time.
8th of winter's End 1965: I have come across Star Swirl the bearded’s research on alternate dimensions, it mentions a mirror used to peer into alternate worlds, I wonder if such a construct could be here in the castle?
“A trans-dimensional mirror?” twilight pondered out loud. “I’ll have to ask Celestia about that some time.”
28th early-spring 1965: The more I study these strange bipedal creatures the more they fascinate me, the way they move, their habits and gestures, and the fact that there is a corresponding one of them for each of us.
“So that’s it,” Twilight declared “these forms are a recreation of the dominant race from one of the parallel worlds Harry Clopper saw threw Star Swirl’s mirror.”
“But that still doesn’t explain why you look like the Princess’s equal.” Spike interjected.
“Why we look this good.” Twilight Corrected. “You remember how the Mares in town reacted to the new you. You're as much a part of this as I am.”
July 5th 1965: I saw the other world’s equivalent to Princess Celestia today, she was younger than I had expected her to be, but there can be no mistake. Her majestic hair, her beautiful eyes, the fact that the others all flocked to her, there could be only one equivalent in our world. My teacher, my beautiful, radiant teacher, if only…
“If only what?” Twilight wondered out loud.
Aug. 3rd 1965: I think I’ve cracked it, a spell to not only make us the equals of these “humans” I’ve watched threw the mirror but bring me up to Celestia’s level. My radiant one, my lovely goddess of a teacher, I don’t dare right what I truly think of you, or the fantasies that run through my head when I’m not studying. But if I’m successful I won’t have to say them, I’ll be able to act on them.
“No bucking way!” Twilight burst out in surprise. “H-he had a crush on Celestia and was trying to remake Equestria so he could be with her.”
“That’s a little extreme.” Spike observed. “Look there’s one more entrée.”
Aug. 7th 1965: It should have worked. I know the spell was cast, I could feel the magic and yet the world seems unchanged. I can’t bear being this close to the Princess and yet be unable to be with her; I’ll go back to home Ponyvill and work in the Library until I can check the mirror one last time. Maybe there’s a way to check to see if I created some kind of splinter world by mistake.
“Wait, he didn’t see it work? The changes were instant when I cast it.” Twilight said utterly confused.
“Hold on Twilight” Spike interjected, “He mentioned creating a splinter world, could using the spell have created a separate world where we were always like this?”
“I… I don’t know spike.” Twilight said starting to feel her head getting heavy. “…Say, what time is it?”
Spike took a look at a conveniently located clock. “Wow, it’s half past midnight!” He observed. “We should probably get some sleep and take another crack at it in the morning with fresh minds and full sumacs.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Twilight yawned, “I’m no use if I’m too frazzled to think strait.”
Author's Note
So... I wasn't quite sure how to broach the answer to the riddle of "What the heck was that spell" so I gave some clues in the form of some observations and a few journal entrées.
It occurred to me as I submitted this that I'm the only sentient creature to have read this, so if anyone of you could be bothered to check this for errors I'd be grateful. Just... please be kind.
My Little Parrody: Friend-zone Is a Mistake
Chapter 4: A bed built for two
Twilight reluctantly pulled herself away from her studies, leaving a bookmark where she was reading last and closing the book. She hated leaving books stacked around her desk, but it would be easier and less time-consuming than putting them back only to be taken out again the next day. Spike wasn’t as phased though, most of his neater habits were learned to keep Twilight happy, some of them helped his job as her assistant, but in this case, if she wasn’t worried then he didn’t need to either. He was also ready for sleep, though the realization hit him more suddenly than it had Twilight. But as he approached his old bed he quickly realized something wasn’t quite right.
“Um… Twilight?” Spike began. “I think we have a problem.”
Twilight looked over in Spike’s direction. He stood over the one thing in equestrian that hadn’t changed; the basket he used as his bed. As Spike looked down at his old bed he guessed that he might be able to get both of his new enlarged feet into the basket and slowly stepped in to illustrate his point to Twilight. Being the bright unicorn she was, Twilight picked up on Spike’s point very quickly, and began looking around for possible solutions. It was then that she noticed her bed. It had not only scaled up to their new proportions like everything else but also seemed to have doubled in with and an extra pillow had appeared out of nowhere.
“Okay… um, my bed looks big enough for two,” Twilight pointed out, “why don’t you just… sleep with me tonight?”
“Y-you don’t have to put yourself out like that Twilight” Spike retorted, hesitantly. Trying to at least sound like a gentleman.
“I-it’s no trouble… we should be able to share it just fine.”
“N-no you don’t have to… I can just get a pillow and a blanket and go sleep in the library, I’m s-sure I saw a couch down there.”
“Spike Fire Heart” Twilight snapped, her words dripping with sass as she used a full name she may as well have made up “get in my bed!”
“W-well Twilight, if you’re going to put it like that…” Spike replied with a sheepish chuckle.
Twilight blushed as she realized how else her sentence could have been interpreted, and the emphasis in Spike’s reply made it seem like he caught it sooner than she did. He walked past her to the left side of the bed, remembering that she preferred the right, and sat down on facing the wall. Twilight approached the opposite side, and sat down, facing the wall, she turned on her hips and leaned back in the same motion until she was lying on her back, head to her pillow, and hooves to the foot of the bed. Spike followed suit leaving his tail dangling off the edge of the bed. Moments of sleepless silence followed until Twilight finally spoke up.
“…Spike?” She asked in a voice that sounded more like Fluttershy than herself.
“Yes?” he replied in an equally soft tone.
“Do… do you think it would be alright if we… snuggle?”
At first Spike didn’t know what to say, but at the speed of a thought he realized how natural it felt. Not only being around Twilight, but getting this close, though they had grown up together Twilight was never a mother figure or even a big sister. More like his first and oldest friend. He had always assumed he’d find love else ware but as his crush on Rarity faded he was left with a new perspective on mares. Here was one such mare he shared a lot with, who cared for him and who he felt he belonged with asking him to snuggle. And on top of that Twilight looked like a goddess. Even if she weren’t a better match in every possible way the sheer physical temptation was enough to make him want to try things. Nothing he’d have to force on her of course, he wasn’t that kind of dragon, but the kind of passionate things that you only tell your closest friends about.
“Sure Twilight” He said. Letting her set the pace of this intimate exploration.
Twilight rolled over to face Spike, and as he did the same the slowly collided with one another as if they were magnetized. As twilight wrapped her arm around Spike she pulled herself closer squishing her new breasts against his chest. Spike meanwhile let his hand wander across the curves of Twilight’s waist and back.
“You’re so warm.” Twilight cooed as she snuggled against her dragon. “Is that the fire inside you?”
“No Twilight, Dragons are monotremes, not reptiles” Spike gently corrected. “That’s why we can survive on mountain tops or grow mustaches. As hard as our scales are, they’re closer to this silky coat of yours than the scales on a lizard.”
Twilight quietly blushed at the complement, but once again, Spike was just being honest. Even when he rubbed Twilight’s coat against the grain the hairs felt incredibly soft. As Spike rubbed his hand up Twilight’s back to verify his point he could feel her back arching towards him, his sharp ears could pick up a soft moan… or maybe more of a hum, emanating from Twilight. The closest comparison Spike’s mind could find for the sound was the hum that someone made when they smelled something they loved cooking. While he pondered the idea that his touch could elicit this kind of response from Twilight, she simultaneously broke his train of thought, and confirmed what he had been thinking.
“D-do you think we could… interbreed?” Twilight asked. “Dragons and Ponies, I mean.”
“I …I’m not sure.” Spike responded. While he had heard of a creature called a Kirin that was supposed to be part pony and part dragon, but as he had never met one, he considered the possibility that it was just something Ponies talked about, like hippogriffs.
Twilight’s mind was flooded with thought’s she was having trouble containing, one had already leaked from her lips when another bubbled up from the deep reaches of her mind.
“I… I think I want to try it!” she said in a desperate almost begging tone.
Author's Note
I thought I'd get to the end in this chapter, but it's still about another thousand words away so instead of having a double long chapter I'll leave it here.
My Little Parrody: Friend-zone Is a Mistake
Chapter 5: Crashendo to a love song
"W-what?" Spike responded, his own mind blown by what Twilight had just said.
“I… I don’t know if you feel the same way about me…” Twilight began as she tried to meet his gaze, “or if you even could… but I don’t want you to ever leave me… and you’re the exact kind of pon- the kind of dragon I could spend the rest of my life with… So, could… I mean… what do you think of me?”
Spike’s hand rose the rest of the way up her back until he cradled the back of her head.
“I think you already know…” he said as he slowly moved in for a kiss, Twilight squeaked in surprise as they made contact, but quickly hooked her elbows behind Spike’s head as she kissed back, holding her dragon right where she wanted him.
Twilight continued kissing, the grip of her lips against Spike’s felt desiring, like someone who had managed to go days without water suddenly finding a spring and drinking in both need and satisfaction. This was what Spike’s love was becoming to Twilight, something she had survived on a mere trickle of, but could feel herself truly living as she drank it deeply.
As kissing became making out, Spike rolled onto his back pulling Twilight on top of him as she did not release her kiss. She startled him as the weight of her knees fell to the bed, her hips rose as she tried to kiss with enough force to pin Spike to the bed. Spike’s grip moved from Twilight’s back to her flank, giving an impulsive squeeze that was the last bit of encouragement Twilight needed to proceed with what she had suggested. Reluctantly and with an almost protesting peck form Spike’s draconic lips Twilight pulled back until she hovered an arm’s length above him. She took a moment to look lovingly into Spike’s emerald green eyes before speaking.
“A-are you ready?” she muttered with a soft and inviting tone.
“I-I don’t know…” Spike answered with an honesty that could have put him in contention for Apple Jack’s element of harmony. “I want to so bad, but I don’t have any idea what will happen when we do.”
“I don’t either,” Twilight confessed, “but I want to just as badly, and I’m pretty sure that any doubt we’re feeling about this is mostly a natural feeling for… first timers.”
Those last words, first timers made spike smile a bit, his mind at ease. “That’s what we are, isn’t it,” he said with a laugh, “two young-adults about to lose their virginity.”
“I think “about to start loving physically” sounds better.” Twilight corrected as she mulled over the words.
Spike smiled at her making her blush a little bit. “I’m not sure that will catch on, but I like thinking of it in those terms better too.”
He reached up and put a hand on the side of her face, Twilight all but melted into the touch of her assistant-turned-lover. The sight of this affection and the breathy noises Twilight made as she soaked in this small embrace were enough to renew Spike’s own desire.
“I love you so much…” Spike confessed, “And while I don’t know what will happen if we do this, maybe what I do know is enough.”
At that Spike reached his had up to give Twilight one more kiss, as she accepted it her hungry passions made it a very wet kiss. As they reluctantly broke off Twilight looked at him with a grin on her face. She was about as sure of what she was doing as Spike was, but having him believing in her gave her all the emotional push that she needed to proceed. She felt her way down Spike’s stomach, now toned beneath the broad plate scales that acted as chest armor. She found the scales that covered Spike’s crotch and separated them like pulling someone’s clothing away from their body.
To Twilight’s surprise Spike’s rod did not automatically spring to freedom. A brief inspection determined why. What she had thought was Spike’s full length trying to escape was only half of it, and it was bent on itself and stuck. Twilight shot Spike a pleased smirk before reaching in to get it. Once Twilight had Spike’s dragon cock out, it wasn’t so much the shaped of the head, something like an inflated spade or a heart instead of the cylindrical shape of a pony’s, or the series of ridges that formed behind the head and ran towards the base like ripples on a pond, but its full length and size made Twilight pause.
“Celeista’s Mercy!” Twilight proclaimed, “I-I didn’t think it would be small, but this is just enormous.”
“T-Twilight…” Spike contested “You don’t have to build me up like that.”
“Do you feel this?” Twilight said as she grabbed Spike’s cock. “I can’t fit my hand all the way around it, my fingers don’t even touch. I’d choke if I tried to suck it. Your draconic member is massive.”
“O-okay Twilight!” Spike moaned, “You win! I’ve got a big cock!”
“Yes you do…” Twilight continued, “So how are we going to lubricate it?”
“D-do we really need to?” Spike asked.
“…Virgin” Twilight reminded him, pointing at her tight neathers.
“Right,” Spike replied as what she said clicked.
“…I could lick it,” Twilight postulated.
“I don’t think so,” Spike dejected, “As good as that might feel, I don’t want to taste my own dick in your mouth if we started kissing”
Twilight giggled a little “Okay, maybe if you use its length to tease my slit it will lubricate us both?”
“…Like this?” Spike asked as he ran the smooth side of his cock against Twilight’s pussy. The lavender mare nearly collapsed as her draconic lover ran the length of his cock against her moistening loins.
“Y-yea…” Twilight moaned as she caught her breath. On some whim of her subconscious Twilight’s own hips started working in tandem with Spike’s rubbing, her eyes closed as waves of pleasure began to pulse in her virgin slit, her mouth open and her breathing labored, soft moans escaped her lips. The plan was working; Twilight’s pussy-juices slowly covered the length of Spike’s shaft and Twilight was so wet Spike could swear he could hear her sloshing as she moved. Finally Spike spoke up.
“I-I think it’s ready Twilight.” He informed her.
“O-okay,” she stammered “I’ll be on top for the first time.”
Twilight took the head of Spike’s jiz-slick dick and guided it into herself, its streamlined shape sliding easily inside, then came the ridges which popped against Twilight’s G-spot as each one passed her clit. Thinking quickly Twilight put up a sound proofing spell just in time for her to start screaming.
“CELESTIA’S MERCY!!! It’s going in! This alpha-predator’s huge dick is really going into my little pussy!”
“W-Wait Twilight, it looks like your bleeding!” Spike observed as his rod plunged up into her. “A-are you okay?”
“O-oh that’s just…” Twilight struggled to think strait as she continued to let herself slide further and further down Spike’s dick. “J-just my hymen breaking, I-I honestly didn’t even f-feel it over the… oh mercy… the pleasure of having my tight little pussy stretched by your huge dragon cock!”
Spike trusted that Twilight would say something if he were really hurting her, and put his hand up to the side of her face again. Twilight eagerly leaned into it and placed her hand over his to hold it where she could have it to embrace. As good as the sex was starting to feel, it was seeing Twilight react like this that was really driving Spike mad with desire. He loved how much she was loving him.
With one more inch twilight’s decent came to a halt. Her back arched and her breasts bounced freely. The latter got Spike’s attention, he reached up and scooped one of these fleshy milk factories in his hand, the sudden contact causing her to gasp. It was not an unpleasant sensation, but it was new to Twilight and as the nerves shot the feeling of Spike’s caresses from the surface of her skin to her brain, all she could think of was how much she wanted to keep him. But first things first, there was just a little more to go before she had his entire draconic member inside her.
“S-Spike,” She moaned “y-you’re against my uterus now. Do you want to enter it?”
“Y-yes…” Spike responded, without questioning what he was doing.
Twilight shifted a little, to get the tip of Spike’s cock past the opening to her uterus, she winced slightly as the foreign sensation of deep penetration reached her brain, but the pleasure of having her lover’s entire length inside her quickly renewed her focus. But this was only laying the track, the ride hadn’t started yet. Slowly Twilight rose back up Spike’s shaft, the ridges pulling against the back of her clit as they passed, then when she had him roughly half way out she let herself drop to his body landing with an audible wet smack. She repeated the motion gradually building speed as the sensations built her closer and closer to her first orgasm… well first that wasn’t caused by her own masturbating, but Spike didn’t need to know that, he was getting her there faster than any exploratory probe she had played with anyway.
Sooner than expected, Twilight felt her orgasm building towards its climax. Well past the point of self control as she bounced on his cock like a toy on a spring, all she could do was tell Spike and ride it out.
“S-Spike! I’m going to cum!” Twilight shouted, “C-cum with me! Drain your Dragon Balls into me!”
“I- I’m getting there Twilight…” Spike responded, “j-just… a little… more…” with one more downward thrust from Twilight, Spike was pushed past the point of no return and blew a load in to Twilight’s uterus, she moaned as she climaxed from the sensation. Twilight collapsed onto Spike’s chest then rolled to her left getting off of him in both senses.
“That… was… magical.” Twilight said as she tried to catch her breath, her words dripping with a joyful satisfaction.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” Spike responded, positioning himself over her with a grin on his face.
“…enjoying?” Twilight wondered out loud.
That’s when she felt it, a formilluar, long, firm, fleshy object, resting against her cum-slathered vagina. Twilight pulled herself up to look over her breasts, sure enough it was Spike’s dick, already hard again, and looking as tempting as ever.
“B-but… you just came,” Twilight pointed out, “how could you be ready again?”
“You told me to “drain my Dragon Balls” into you,” Spike started. “I only emptied two”
“How many do you have?”
“Seven, which means I can go two more times without a break and the last one, will have fifty percent extra. But don’t worry, you did all the work the first time, so I’ll take charge this time.”
Twilight was awestruck, two more times? No breaks? No wonder dragons laid so many eggs at a time. She looked up at her draconic lover a soft and welcoming grin on his lips and a mischievous sparkle in his bright green eyes.
“Two more times… like before?” the unicorn on the bed asked, trying to hide her enthusiasm.
“As much as I can” The proud-yet-honest Dragon replied.
“Very well then,” Twilight said with a smile, “you may proceed.”
Spike could feel the smile pulling his cheeks back as he slid his cock into position. With a quick thrust he was back up to his dragon balls in Twilight’s sweet pussy. Twilight was glad the sound proofing spell was still in effect as a loud breathy moan, almost a scream really, escaped from her throat, leaving her mouth wide open and her eyes rolled back in her head. Twilight knew from some research and her own… experimenting. That while a second orgasm was possible, it should be a little harder than getting the first one. However, Spike was unaware of this and his furious assault on her inseam was starting to contradict that conclusion.
As they continued spike took notice of the way Twilight’s breasts bounced. Acting mostly on instinct, he brought his head down close to her chest. He didn’t remember when the fur covering her nipples had moved, either way it made what he was about to do easier. As Twilight’s left breast swung close to his face, he caught the nipple with his tong and pulled it to his mouth where he began to tease it with his lips, tong, and the lightest brush of his teeth. All of which only helped to build Twilight to that second orgasm, which finally hit her like a sonic-rainboom, another guttural sound of undeniable pleasure echoed against the barrier of the sound proofing spell as Spike poured even more of his fresh baby-batter into Twilight’s womb.
“M-more…” She pleaded in a sex-drunk tone, a look of mixed shock and pleasure still plastered on her face.
“Wow Twilight,” Spike began, “you’re really getting into this. I think I can manage one last time tonight but we should probably get some sleep after that.”
Spike pulled out trying to angle Twilight’s crotch in such a way that it would not leak any more fluids on the bed than it already had. Realizing his efforts were futile, he turned Twilight over and positioned her knees underneath her, regaining some of her senses Twilight wrapped her fingers around her headboard an positioned her large supple new flank in front of Spike, lifting her tail up over her hip and out of the way before giving a slight lateral shake as an unspoken invitation to her draconic lover.
Spike took the invitation, and with a cheek of Twilight’s big sexy butt in each hand he plunged back into her wet and eager vagina. Twilight’s whipped her head forward as spike entered, another pleasured moan emanating from somewhere beneath her chest getting no restriction form her open mouth.
“Yes Spike, YES” she moaned in approval. “I want no one else… no one less than you! Be my stud and give me your Kirin Foal!”
Spike let go of Twilight’s Flank, lining his body up with hers and reaching underneath to grab her breasts, teasing her nipples with his fingers and squeezing her breasts ageist he body with his palms, all the while continuing to thrust into her hungry sex. Her pleasured moans told him he was doing it right.
“B-Brace yourself Twilight, this one’s going to be intense” Spike warned as he felt his third and largest climax building.
Sure enough, moments after saying it Spike blew a massive load in Twilight’s womb which visibly budged to accommodate the sheer volume of Spike’s cum. Twilight’s eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched as one last guttural moan erupted from her thought
Spike’s cock finally went limp allowing Twilight to collapse underneath him. Spike being conscious of his size leaned to his right and let himself fall to his back beside Twilight instead of on top of her. The two of them lay their catching their breath, slowly spike began to feel sleep taking over him.
“Thank you…” Twilight said in a soft pleased tone as her draconic lover passed out.
Author's Note
I went a bit longer on this chapter just because I didn't feel it was a suitable place to leave off. On top of that I Think I'm going to do one last chapter as an epilog.
My Little Parrody: Friend-zone Is a Mistake
Spike awoke slowly the next morning, having been kept up later than planned by his escapades with Twilight the night before. He looked to his right, Twilight was already out of bed and looking at Harry Clopper’s spell book again.
“Twilight? What are you doing?” Spike asked, still a little groggy.
“…Once I came back down to Equestia last night,” she began, “something stuck in my mind. In his journal Harry said that he couldn’t see any changes when he cast the spell, but we saw changes almost instantly. He also mentioned another world beyond Starswirl’s mirror, if he was trying to align our world with that one in order to make the changes, his spell may have accidently created a parallel world, something between the human one and the Equestria we remember.”
“…We remember?” Spike quoted beginning to see where Twilight was going with this.
“I think he didn’t see any changes because he was writing in the original world, likewise the Twilight and Spike in the original world are probably still laughing about how ridiculous that spell sounds.”
“So you’re saying that this isn’t really happening and we’re just copies in a fantasy world?” Spike asked.
“It might depend on your definition of reality,” Twilight pointed out, “but yes, essentially we’re in our own little world, where nothing we do will affect the original one. If I’m right casting the spell again should cause no visible change here, but create yet another parallel world… though I’d have no evidence of the latter.”
Twilight found the page and focused on the words written there, the ones that started this whole matter. Taking a deep breath she let her magic fill her horn and prepared to cast the spell. She closed her eyes and recited the most ridiculous spell she had ever heard.
“Boingis-Biggus Hooty-Booty !” she exclaimed.
Slowly she looked around, nothing appeared to have changed she still looked like a semi-human demigoddess. The room still looked like hers give or take that it fit her human proportions. And Spike was still turning her on, perhaps a little more now that she knew what her draconic lover could do in bed.
“Looks like I was right.” Twilight said with a proud grin on her face
Meanwhile across the dimensions, a new even more human-like copy of Twilight with even bigger curves, took in her new form. Her coat was entirely gone replaced with smooth skin roughly a shade lighter in color. She was completely naked having not been wearing anything before the change, and could see the fully exposed nipples on her breasts roughly a shade or two darker than her skin. The only proof she had ever been a unicorn were a pair of log ears and a spiraled horn on her head, as a horse-like tail extending from her lower back which censored her butt crack flawlessly until a curious stroke of her right under-bust sent a warm tingle up her spine, causing her to involuntarily lift her tail.
Spike, who was in just the right position to get an eyeful when Twilight lifted her tail, had been similarly affected by the spell. His skin was mostly smooth say for a few sparse hairs on his forearms. His crest of spines had been replaced with a main of hair roughly the same shade of green, and his genitals hung freely in the air beneath him having no scales to cover them. Like twilight the only proof he had ever been a dragon was his tail and webbed ears.
The new twilight turned to her assistant-turned-lover with a suggestive grin and asked.further testing of these new forms?”
“You bet your big, hot ass I do!” Spike replied hungrily, having caught the meaning behind the emphasis in her question.
Back in the universe we had been following, Twilight prepared a second address for the town.
“Stallions and Gentle Mares,” she began, “As I’m sure you’ve guessed by now that I have called you all here to update you on the progress of my research. The good news is that Swe-er-Spike and I have found out exactly what Harry Clopper was trying to do. The bad news is that it seems that instead of changing the world his spell actually creates a parallel of the world it was cast in, there for we cannot change back because there is no back beyond the casting of the spell.”
“Wait a minute!” Rainbow Dash snapped. “I can remember things from before that spell was cast! How do you explain that miss smart flank?”
“I had wondered about that too,” Twilight responded, “the only explanation I can give is that the magic that changed us knew we’d need some kind of prior memories in order to function and copied those from our original selves as well.”
“What do you mean the magic knew?”
“It’s something one of my first instructors told me back when I was still a little filly, When a spell, especially a new spell, doesn’t work it’s not always because the caster failed but because the forces you’re attempting to use didn’t want you to change the world in that way.”
Everyone broke into chatter at this realization. Magic has a mind of its own? They were only copies of who they remember being? Was Twilight off of her proverbial rocker or was this all true? What could they believe if not their own memories?
“So what do y’all purpose we do now?” Apple Jack asked bringing the conversation back to its hostess.
“Honestly, just what you have been doing.” Twilight answered. “From what Spike and I found in our research Harry Clopper wrote the spell with the intention of making an Equestria where he had a chance at being with Princess Celestia, but without him here to follow that objective, what this new world becomes is up to us.”
“Well,” Rarity began, “I did find a slight boon to my work in this form. I was working on a delicate stitch when I realized that by using these… “Hands”, am I saying that right?”
“Yes Rarity.” Twilight deadpanned.
“Well, stitching by hand I could feel when and where the tolerances of both thread and material were.” Rarity concluded.
“I had a similar experience examining an injured raccoon.” Flutter Shy added. “I was able to find and set a fracture in the poor critter’s leg by feel rather than having to conduct surgery on him.”
“Same with my harp,” Lira Heartstrings chirped in, “I can actually feel the notes now instead of roughly plucking at it with magic.”
“Oh-oh and I found I can take a tiny sample of frosting from the bowl without contaminating it by whipping it into a spiral, and swiping the tip off with my finger!” Pinkie added. “It kept me from making more than a few cake mistakes let me tell ya.”
“There, you see,” Twilight said with a cheerful smile on her face, “there’s plenty to enjoy about these new forms. No need for concern at all.”
“…and I’ve got one more thing hands are helpful for.” Spike added as he looked at Twilight and began clapping.
Slowly the whole crowd followed suit. Twilight looked at the dragon she loved and back at the crowd applauding her. A slight happy tear started to run down her cheek. She couldn’t believe something that had started with an apology to the town was ending with the whole of Ponyvill clapping for her. She glanced at Spike who had taken a step or two closer to her now. There was one more thought wafting through her head as she stood at the podium. She took a breath and found a grip around Spike’s left hand as he stood to her right.
Before Twilight could start on rumor control, spinning what had happened between her and Spike into the most socially acceptable version of the truth. Spike, having picked up on what her taking his hand meant, had assumed that Twilight had needed to find her words, and decided that what she needed most right now was a kiss, and planted one squarely on her lips… in front of the entire sentient population of Ponyvill.
To Twilight’s surprise, the crowd actually started cheering louder. Apple Bloom gave a two fingered whistle which Apple Jack promptly scolded her for. A mixture confusion, disgust, realization, then pride… and maybe a bit of jealousy crossed Rarity’s face. Like some joule or garment she had overlooked had suddenly been snapped up by someone who wore it better. Whatever Rarity’s thoughts may have been, the next thing Twilight’s mind could process was Rainbow Dash Cheering at her while hovering just above the crown next to a tree where Scootaloo sat on a branch.
“Woo-hoo! Get that Twi!” Rainbow Cheered.
Twilight tried to re-organize the thoughts derailed by the kiss and the responses of the crowd. Especially Rainbow’s directive to “get that”, still, she had to say this.
“W-well,” Twilight stammered “As I’m sure you’ve guessed by that public display of affection, Spike and I are dating now. How it happened was… let’s just say that it happened about the way you’d expect and leave it at that. And we’ll see how far it goes, but based on early estimates I expect a long and lasting relationship."
Twilight closed the door after she and Spike walked back inside the library, much as she had when they first started their adventure.
“So… “a long and lasting relationship” huh?” Spike quoted as he slowly looked over the mare he loved. Love had caught both of them by surprise, but it seemed to be the only right answer now.
“Yes,” Twilight answered as she hung out the closed until morning sign and locked the library’s front door, “A relationship to last a thousand years, full of love, laughter, and babies, lots of adorable Kirin babies.”
Twilight grinned as she casually strolled towards Spike and draped her arms over his shoulders. She looked into his eyes, the playful smirk on her face telling him that her little prophesy had been an attempt at humor. This was her turn to initiate a kiss but unlike Spike’s this one wouldn’t have to be cut off for the sake of public decency. As Kissing became making out, Twilight felt Spike’s hand drift down to her flank. Sensations from the night before coming back to her, Twilight lifted her legs over Spike’s hips pulling him to a convenient wall as they continued.
Nine months later, part of Twilight’s joke prophecy came true. The first was a Kirin filly who they named Amethyst Sparkle in honor of the eyes she shared with her mother. The second was a Kirin colt named Radiant Flair with his father’s green spines and a blue coat from his maternal grandfather. The third was another filly named Emerald Shine, who bore a striking resemblance to her uncle Shining Armor save for her green mane and eyes. Fourth and finally was a colt named Brilliant Dawn who had his father’s coat, his mother’s dark-blue accents, and developed a similar love of the books and magic that brought his parents together.
Author's Note
Just an epilog, and maybe not even something I needed to include, but it felt like there were some unanswered questions in the main story. With this I'll be changing this story from incomplete to complete but may still make edits and corrections as readers like you point them out. Until my next story, stay pony my friends.
My Little Parrody: Friend-zone Is a Mistake
Chaper 1: Really? THAT'S a spell!?
Author's Note
Warning!: this story will contain graphic descriptions of anthropomorphic characters, Male and Female arousal, and sexual acts. If you do not want, or are too young to be exposed to such material, or be subjected to the associated mental images, then please navigate away form this page NOW!
Chaper 1: Really? THAT'S a spell!?
Twilight Sparkle sat at her desk flipping through the quill-written spell book Princess Celiestia had given her, checking it for any new spells that she just had to learn. Two or three had caught her eye but she wanted to read the whole book before she sat down to properly study a spell, after all this was something that one of Celiestia’s former students had left behind when he had ended his studies. Suddenly she stopped, her nose crinkled, as grin reshaped her lips, then she burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny Twilight?” Spike said as the young dragon entered the room. “Did Pinkie Pie finally make a joke book?”
“No,” Twilight responded as the lavender unicorn looked away from her book. “I think whoever wrote this book put this last spell in as a joke. I mean, what kind of incantation is Boingis-Biggis Hooty-Booty anyway?” Spike burst out laughing as soon as she finished her sentence.
“See, it got you too!” Twilight giggled as she turned to face the laughing heap that had been her number-one assistant. She levitated the book in front of her with her magic to be sure of what she had read. “… Seriously, Boingis-Biggis Hooty-Booty have you ever heard of anything so ridiculo-”
Before Twilight could finish her sentence her magic flared, and in a burst of magenta-energy her and Spike’s bodies morphed into strange new shapes.
“-Us.” Twilight squeaked as she looked over what her spell had done.
Beneath her short lavender coat of fur twilight could see the shape of a flat stomach, wide hips, long legs, and two large round shapes on her chest. She turned around to get a look at her flank; each cheek was now so round and stuck out so far her tail could rest in the resulting cleavage between them. And attached to her shoulders her front legs had shortened compared to her hind legs, taking on a much different shape, in fact they looked like longer sleeker versions of the arms Spike used to have, complete with graceful lady-like hands.
Spike had been similarly affected, he had gone from being up to Twilight’s shoulder to a head taller than her, the tightness of his scales betrayed the form of rippling muscles beneath, his claws now much more defined especially on his feet which seemed almost disproportionately larger now. Clearly he was no longer a baby dragon, Twilight couldn't believe a body like these could belong to anything less than a mature adult. His muzzle had shrunk to his face and his nose had shrunk to a shape Twilight had never seen before anywhere in Equestria. His tail, still the length of his back now looked much longer and more flexible, and across his pelvis from where his tail and back connected…
“S-Spike,” Twilight stammered, “W-what’s that bulge between your legs?”
“It’s… It’s probably exactly what you think it is…” Spike confessed.
“Was it always so… Big?” Twilight asked, secretly impressed by what she was seeing.
Spike taken aback by Twilight’s second question, he stopped to examine it “I think so…” he replied “it’s just that I don’t have a belly to hide it anymore.”
Twilight forced herself to look away as she felt she may have been staring, her gaze fell on the town below her library where she noticed several other ponies going through a similar shock to what she and spike had just experienced.
“Look Spike! The spell must have affected the whole town!” Twilight observed. In fact it went further than that. All of the sentient creatures of Equestria had been affected, Every Unicorn, Pegasus and earth-pony from the Cristal Empire in the icy north, including the Yaks and Gryphons north of the crystal empire to the Zebras and Graphs to the South. The entire world was now populated with anthropomorphic versions of the characters that had always called it home.
“SIIILENCE!” Spike roared in a voice as loud as a thunder-clap. Every pony immediately dropped their own conversations and looked up at the stage.
“Crude, but effective” Twilight observed “thank you.”
“Just trying to be helpful,” Spike replied.
“Stallions and gentle mares,” Twilight began, “I’m sure that by now you’ve all noticed that we’ve been transformed into strange new forms. Reports are still coming in but from what the princesses have informed me of it seems that our entire world is experiencing the same thing. Now I want to allay your fears that this is not some form of magical attack or Discord’s latest prank… It was my fault,” the crowd glared in Twilight’s direction.
“…I read a ridicules sounding spell out loud while levitating the book it was in” She continued, “so the magic already flowing thru my horn reacted to the incitation. I’ve looked at the spell and the page it’s on doesn’t say much other than it was “the greatest project” of the unicorn who wrote the book. Until I get this figured out I’m going to ask you all to remain calm and go about your lives as normally as possible.”
“Normal!?” Rarity blurted from the crowd “How can we act normal like this!?”
“I know our bodies are stranger now,” Twilight said, trying to comfort her frantic friend and the town at large. “But think about it, how many of you had trouble getting out your doors to come here or even walking now that we’re all bipeds instead of quadrupeds.”
Curious glances bounced around the crowd. None of them had noticed until Twilight pointed it out, but none of them had really experienced any hardship because of their new forms, it was only strange, and a little confusing. But they had needed no time to adjust to how their bodies now functioned. The rest of the world including their own nervous systems seemed to fit these new bodies as if they had always been in them.
“So… how long do ya’ think it will take to turn us all back to normal, Twilight?” Apple Jack asked.
“That’s the thing,” Twilight explained to the buff orange mare, “Either the spell is like a light-switch and using it again will turn us all back to normal or its effects could stack and casting it again could change things more drastically. Either way, it’s going to take more time and research, specifically into this “Harry Clopper” who wrote the spell and what kind of mind-set he was in when he wrote it.” A few colts and fillies giggled at the name.
“Are there any other questions?” Twilight asked.
“I’ve just got one question…” Rainbow Dash asked “Who is that?”
Twilight looked where Rainbow Dash had indicated. “Um… that’s Spike.”
Every pony gasped in a united shock at the knowledge that Twilight’s number-one assistant was now the same strapping young dragon who now stood in the background. Spike had no idea what to do next, he looked to Twilight for some kind of answer or cue, but she just returned his confused look. Taking a deep breath, Spike took one big step out of the background, gave one full turn, and took a bow. Mares and older fillies whistled and swooned in unison, Spike blushed at the sudden accolades of the town’s bachelorettes. Twilight smirked and rolled her bright purple eyes.
“Okay ladies,” she said “you’ve had your fun.”
“I haven’t had any yet!” Pinkie Pie chirped from the back row, Twilight gave her a confused look. “He-he-he, sorry, I couldn’t resist the joke. I’m good now Twilight, you can continue.”
‘The more things seem to change…’ Twilight thought. “Alright, if there are no more questions, beef ca- I mean Spike and I will be going back to the library to do further research. Keep doing what you do normally so our society doesn’t unravel and we’ll have an update as soon as we can.” And with that, Twilight and Spike made their exit.
My Little Parrody: Friend-zone Is a Mistake
Chapter 2: Various Distracting thoughts
“So… ‘Beef-cake’ huh?” Spike asked as twilight closed their front door.
“Sense when do you tease me ?” Twilight responded, artfully changing the subject.
“I don’t know, I feel… different like this.” Spike replied.
“Taller?” Twilight guessed out loud.
“Well, that too, but what I mean is I’m not just there anymore, I get noticed. Like those mares at the meeting, they all got super excited when they saw me.”
Twilight blushed, “umm… Spike, you know why they got so excited, right?”
“Of course I do Twilight, It’s because my new body is so strong and good looking.”
“Well that’s part of it…” Twilight confirmed. “But you know WHY that got them so excited, Right?”
This was Spike’s turn to blush, “Yes Twilight, just because I was a “baby” dragon yesterday, doesn’t mean I’m oblivious to …sexuality.”
“Well, as long as you like it, I’m happy for you.”
“Really Twilight?”
“Really Spike, you’re a good friend and deserve to feel good about yourself… I might not recommend flaunting yourself to the masses again though.”
“Oh Gosh, I just meant to give everyone an equal chance to recognize me. I- I never thought of it as flaunting .”
“Well, you certainly gave everyone a good look at the new you... I thought Rarity’s eyes were going to bulge out of her head.” Twilight finished with a laugh.
“Yea, Rarity…” Spike replied, sounding strangely distant. Twilight had expected mentioning the white and purple unicorn-mare to send spike into a crush-drunk frenzy, but instead he lifted a claw to his now well defined chin and looked away as if he were pondering something.
“…Did she seem, I don’t know, different to you somehow?” Spike asked.
“You mean other than the fact she looks less like a pony and more like some kind of primate?” Twilight asked with a hint of playful sarcasm.
“I’m serious Twilight!” Spike whined, “I-I looked at Rarity in the crowd and all I could think was 'there she goes again' not at spare thought of her beauty, or how good her kisses feel on my cheek, or… wait, was that really all? It always felt like there was more than that.”
Twilight approached her assistant in a calming manner, “Spike,” she began, “you’ve changed in more ways than anyone else has. You’ve not only changed shape, but advanced in age. We’ve always assumed that you’d outgrow your crush on Rarity eventually… I had expected it to happen more gradually as you eventually realized how little the two of you really had in common, but I guess with this new… mature body, it kind’a came to you all at once.”
Spike pondered for a moment, what Twilight said made as much sense as anything. His affection for Rarity had only ever been an impulse, in his young eyes she had seemed so beautiful and classy, but as he considered how she would deflate into a sobbing, overly-dramatic, mess at the littlest things, which he had known about, but never really noticed until now, she somehow seemed like a mistake that spike didn’t want to make. Spike would honestly take another one of Twilight’s crazy periods over Rarity’s pity-parties.
Really all that Spike and Rarity had ever had in common was gems, She could find them but never wanted to dirty her hooves in getting them, and Spike was willing to dig them up as long as he got to eat a few. It wasn’t too much different from being Twilight’s number-one assistant… except, it felt a lot more normal to be around Twilight… and Twilight was usually more responsive to his feelings… and, well there were a lot of ways that being Twilight’s number-one assistant was better than being Rarity’s shovel. Not that Spike had really thought of it quite that way… that is, until now.
“D-do you think I need to talk to her about it?” Spike asked.
“You mean like a break up?” Twilight asked rhetorically, “You two were never together so I don’t think it counts. If she gets curious about the new you, you can just tell her “no” but other than that, I wouldn’t go out of your way to tell her you lost interest in her.”
Spike realized Twilight was right that he and Rarity had never really been an item. And going thru the process of explaining that he no longer felt like doing what he had fantasized about with her would only get awkward.
“You’re probably right… as usual.” Spike interjected.
“Isn’t that why you love me though?” Twilight froze where she stood. The knee-jerk sass had crossed her lips before the proverbial filter that separated private thoughts from broadcast ones could catch it.
“…That, and because you’re cute” Spike said, catching his own knee-jerk sass after it was too late to take it back.
The two stared at each other, blush creeping into both his cheeks and hers. Spike took two steps towards Twilight before realizing he was doing it.
“Um… research!” Twilight blurted disrupting the silent trance. “W-we should be doing research on how to turn everypony back to normal.”
“Oh… right!” Spike agreed as he rushed off to gather books. Books on Spell Crafting, Manna Coefficients, Runic Balance, Ethirum Flow, and… a Mares’ Sexual Health?
‘How did that get in there ?’ Spike wondered. As he rushed to put the book back, he glanced at Twilight, taking in her new form.
Her legs were gracefully curved, the muscles blending seamlessly with her wide and supple new flank. Spike could only assume that her new proportions were what stallions meant when they referred to “birthing hips” among other obscure descriptions of proportion. Twilight’s core was physically fit, not empty like Rarity’s but not as toned as Apple Jack’s or Rainbow Dash’s nor was it bloated like Misses Cake’s. It seemed, to Spike at least, that Twilight’s stomach and back were the perfect balance between muscle, fat, and bone structure.
Rising up her form, Spike now came to the newest addition to her body, Twilight’s breasts. Spike had never really seen the likes of these anatomical structures before, most mares didn’t develop anything like them until they became pregnant, and when they did they were in a much different place. But the new design of everyone’s bodies made them a permanent fixture on a Mare’s chest. Few mares had been as blessed as Twilight though, her breasts hung like large oblong melons on her chest coming to a soft point at the nubs that spike could only assume were the nipples, Twilight’s coat concealed them well enough, but Spike’s mind could fill in the blanks. By the perky way they bounced as Twilight walked Spike could only assume they were soft to the touch.
And last but far from the least was Twilight’s face, it was alien compared to what it had been, but the soft contour of her cheeks and chin still appealed to him. And her eyes, those brilliant purple circles that outshone any amethyst, the same eyes that had welcomed him into this world when he hatched now seemed to beckon him into an unseen embrace. And her lips, a slightly darker hue of lavender than her coat, and presumably the skin beneath it. Twilight’s lips were nearly as bewitching as her eyes, soft and plump and full of color. Spike found himself licking and biting at his own lips at the thought of tasting hers.
It was at this moment Spike had to derail this train of thought. It was immoral, wasn’t it? Twilight had been with him sense the day he hatched. Even if she wasn’t a substitute mother to him, she was at the very least a caring big sister… except, she wasn’t. True, Twilight took care of him, providing food, shelter, and advice whenever he needed. Spike repaid these with dedicated service, undying loyalty, and no shortage of his own advice as he thought of it now. In truth Spike’s station was closer to that of a servant, but a servant who was treated as an equal by his mistress. Spike looked at the book in his hand, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing for him to do his own research on this subject later.
Spike rushed to bring Twilight her books. She had gathered a few of her own and sat down at her desk. Spike set the books he had gathered for her down next to the desk, and she thanked him with a smile. He responded in kind and tossed up a purely for-laughs salute as he rushed back to get more.
Twilight reveled in her research; let earth-ponies have their super-strength and pegasai their flight, Twilight had her mind. And she had solved more problems with it than anyone else she knew… true, when she tried to use her magical prowess as a shortcut for real problem-solving it tended to blow up in her face, but this was different. This time she had a defined magical problem to solve and she was looking for a way to either reverse it, or counter it. And with her brilliant mind and faithful Number-One-Assistant she would. At the thought of Spike, Twilight cast an unassuming glance in his direction. His proud stance only highlighting the muscles underneath his scales, his tale casually swayed from side to side as he collected books.
She had been taken in by his form twice already, once while she was getting a grip on their situation, and again when she made that verbal slip at the town meeting. His new form was strange when compared to what it had been, and yet, what Twilight found even stranger was the fact that she found herself drawn to him now. While his face was nothing like what a dragon or pony’s face should look like, Twilight found it hansom, especially his brilliant emerald green eyes. His strong muscular chest, again unlike anything she would normally be attracted to, was attractive as well.
Twilight tried to reason that it was a sign of strength, and perhaps some baser part of her was trying to select a mate with traits she lacked. The thought of mating with Spike made her stop, she couldn’t really be thinking of doing such a perverse thing, could she? Spike had grown up with her; he was like a little brother, or even a son to her. …Accept really, he wasn’t. She hadn’t really raised him being only a foal herself at the time, and her parents had never really adopted Spike, so he was in no technical or biological sense a part of her family. …accept he was, Twilight found it difficult to imagine life without Spike. He had been there for her through her entire time studying at Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, her arrival in Ponyvill, some disastrous panic-attack fueled misspells, battles with Nightmare Moon, Discord, and Queen Chrysalis, and even delivered the finishing blow against King Sombra when she couldn’t.
If Twilight had to pick a “best Friend”, rather than elevate one of the other five element bearers above the others, Twilight would have to say that Spike was her best friend. He belonged with her, and while she would never force him to stay with her forever, in some small part of her, she always hoped he would. And now that small part was being justified by this handsome drake gathering books for her with a grin on his face and presumably a song in his heart.
Twilight suddenly remembered something that her sister-in-law Cadence had told her on the subject; infatuation happens to everyone, real love takes both attraction and a best friend. Twilight began to consider the unimaginable; she was in love with spike.
Author's Note
Well, I'm getting there. The juicer stuff won't be until the last chapter, which is almost done. Until I do get it up, enjoy the first three chapters. Also I apologies for any MLP:FIM terms I may have miss spelled, I am new to writing for this fandom.
That's the last of what I have to say here, thanks for reading, and stay pony my friends.
