Rewrite the Stars

If it's one thing a lot of dragons don’t get credit enough for, it’s their taste in fashion. Unbeknownst to any other kind and to those who live in the more traditional way of living, dragon fashions. Though she had seen dragons wear some t-shirts and pants and shorts, Rachel didn’t realize that some of their designs are really top notch.

Having a bit of a Southern Asian style mixed with Western style - well it’s what reminded Rachel of their styles. Some of the fabrics have sewn strings of gold and copper into the clothes, especially with the pantaloons and shaws. The males have more open chest pieces while the females more crop tops, some coin and bead tops. Hip belts with skirts, but from what the girls have seen from outside and in here, they don’t really cover a lot of scales. They do enough to cover the bases with pony laws but it was in a way that it didn’t look atrocious at all. The designs were elegant and eye-catching, fabric sheer to charmeuse on the outside of the clothes but on the inside were made with dragon proofing material so they won’t burn.

And they were all huge in size.

“Wow, okay, these were not what I had in mind… then again, Ember wore something similar to this,” Rachel muttered as she looked at the clothes. Not realizing how beautiful these were until she actually came into the shop.

“These are so gorgeous! Rachel I think once Spike sees you in this, he won’t be able to keep his claws off of you.” Gemcity chimes, waddling over with a very revealing two piece outfit.

Rachel turned to look and immediately began blushing. “Uh, he already doesn’t know how to do that, why add fuel to the already burning fire?” Making her consciously tug on the hem of the hoodie down a bit as if to cover her legs more. Though she was wearing shorts underneath, her scaly-furred legs were exposed, having to wear house slippers since her feet were currently swollen from the metamorphosis..

“Because that’s the point.” Gemcity responded, holding the outfit up to eyeing the size between her sister before draping it over her arm and looking for more clothes. “Honestly I need something like this for the club.” She then looks at a stringy top.

“You’ll have to change into a dragon in order to fit.” Ruby mentioned as she went over to Rachel with what looks like a long sleeve dress but for the looks of it, the skirt of the dress was short in dragon standards but was a bit more conservative. It was black with sparkles that resembled the stars of the night sky. She held it up to Rachel and smiled. “This will look amazing on you.”

Gemcity hummed a little before using her sexling magic and changed into a dragon version of herself, the top she wore did tore a little so her large cleavage was more exposed and the skirt she wore did rip a little but she didn’t care. Her mane turned into teal spikes that curved downward and her horns were goat-like with hoops around the horns and her moth wings turned draconic as well as having all the typical female dragon parts. Satisfied, she reached for the top and giggled. Naturally attracting looks from the dragon customers.

A mother with her eggling shook her head at Gemcity while a couple of males turned to eye at her form.

Ruby facepalms. "Can't take you nowhere." She grumbled before looking for some tops for Rachel that's in her style. "Why do Spike sometimes wear shoes but they don't have shoes here at the store?" She asked.

Rachel shrugged. "Why do ponies wear heels when they have hooves? Spike had to get his shoes made for his feet. But recently he ditched them, I understand why." She went over to a bench and sat down, slipping off the slippers and rubbing her aching feet. She frowned deeply when she saw some of her toes were starting to merge, skin fusing together causing her to quickly slip the slippers back on. "It's hard to wear shoes when dragons have claws."

She then stared up at Gemcity, looking around at the males who kept eyeing her as they shopped. Ideas formed in her mind on how to ditch the two for a bit.

She looked more at the customers, trying to keep her head down with the hood on. Rachel's eyes then narrowed at a familiar black dragon with a more deep dark purple underbelly, wearing a single gold hoop on his right ear fin, having deep scars on his neck and on his chest that was a bit exposed. His horns on his head were small and had shown signs of him filing them down to size. She recognized this particular dragon from when she served drinks at the bar and seeing him around the Dragon Migration.

And he was staring at Gemcity’s dummy thick looking ass.

Bingo.

She watched the twins file through the racks of clothes before she got up and walked up to him. “Hey, Obsidian,” She greeted him all friendly.

The dragon named Obsidian tears his violet eyes away from Gemcity to turn to look at her. He blinks slowly when seeing this mismatched creature standing in front of him. “Uh…do I know you?” He asked, puzzled. He recognized the voice but he couldn’t put her name out.

Right…

“It’s me, Rachel. Spike’s mate? I used to make your drinks at the Lunar Providence? Always have the Raging Fire Bolt each time you come into the bar.” She said, trying to get him to jog his memory. “Was there at the last Migration with the whole Elder Dragon incident?”

His eyes widened when realized who she was. “Oh yeah, sorry I didn’t recognize you… you look very different the last time we saw each other.” He muttered, gesturing to the fur and scales. He then sniffed at her to make sure she was who she said it was. Blinking at her strange but ambrosial scent but backs away respectively.

Knowingly if he tried to do anything to another dragon’s mate, his ass was dead but he now recognizes her..

She tugged the hood of the hoodie again and grunted, “Yeah I know. I’m going through a bit of a change, a pain in the ass but I think it’ll be worth it in the end.”

Obsidian shrugged. “You say so. What can I do for you?” He asked then.

Rachel takes a moment to compose her words before speaking, “I noticed you’ve been looking at my friend over there,” she gestures to Gemcity, seeing her going into the dressing rooms with the clothes she had picked for herself. Before he was to say something, probably to try and excuse himself that he wasn’t when he totally was, she waves her hand. “No need to lie, Gemcity is very erotical to look at, and she’s always looking for a good time. With the right partner for the right moment.” She said with a sly smile, trying to insinuate towards him.

Obsidian squinted his eyes at her.

Rachel then sighed. “Okay, okay, I need to ditch those two for like a couple of minutes while I take care of a pest.”

“What’s in it for me?” He asked.

“The best fuck you’ll ever have.” Obsidian burst out laughing at her response. “No seriously, if you know me, then you know I’ve talked about Gemcity, she’ll do anything that has a dick between their legs. She can change to anything you want, yeah she’ll feed off of your sexual energy but you’ll get a major boost. It’s a win-win situation.”

Rachel looked over her shoulders to see Gemcity coming out of the dressing rooms wearing the clothes she got out. Reminded her of an overly sexualized belly dancer. Even in her preferred dragon form, the clothes looked too small and looked like it was going to rip from the seams.

“Oooh these are just perfect!” Gemcity giggled.

“Please Obsidian?” Rachel looked back to Obsidian.

The black dragon thought about it for a few moments. “Hmm, I’m actually about to be on my break,”

“You work here?”

“Yeah I do actually.” He said. “Like I said, I’m about to be on my break, if you actually manage to send her towards the back, then I’ll help you.” He then shrugged. “And depending if she’s as good as you say she is, I’ll ring up whatever you and the ladies up half priced.”

Rachel snorted. “With how much these prices are, that’s a solid and a guaranteed deal.” The two shook hands on that.

Step one done.

Time for step two.

Rachel slinks over to the racks, looking through the clothes before glancing at Obsidian before going over to Gemcity. “Hey, wow, you look like fire in that,” Rachel said, pretending to marvel over her.

“Oh thank you, Rachie. You know you need to try out those clothes. Need any help with them?” Gemcity offered as she grabs a random garb to add to the mountain of clothes Rachel has to try on before they could get out of there.

“Uh, I think I can dress myself, but do you need help?” Rachel asked, beginning to set her pieces down.

“No, I don’t think so.” Gemcity responded, turning to look at the full length mirror to look at herself, groping her large breasts and shimmy a little to practice dancing and smiled satisfied. “Why are you asking?”

Rachel waved her hand. “Oh, just noticed you looked a bit thin.”

“Oh?” She looked down at her dragon form. “Do I?”

Rachel nodded. “Yeah, you look a bit skinnier than usual. When was the last time you ate?”

“Before we took you from your mate.” Gemcity said as she shifts back to her normal sexling form. The clothes became really loose on her and drooped a little without caring how she looked with others within the boutique..

“That’s not what I mean. When was the last time you had intercorse?”

“When was the last time you had yours?” Gemcity smirked. Rachel groaned, knowing that answer herself.

Which was the Empire, since her whole metamorphosis started.

Gemcity then pondered that and frowned. “Now that you mentioned it, I haven’t fed on sex in a while. Ruby has been forcing me on a diet.”

“Uh…uh sexless diet? Isn’t that what you mainly feed besides normal food?” Rachel asked, trying to piece that together and understand that.

Gemcity whimpered and nodded. “I used to have dick constantly like every day, Ruby is making me only have dick once a week.”

Rachel sucked air between her sharp teeth. “Oof,” Even though she could see why Ruby did it.

“Yeah,” Gemcity sighed sadly. “Ever since I ended up having sex on stage in Pon-3, she wanted me to cut back.”

Rachel blinked. “You fucked on stage during your show??”

“It was tempting! There was this gorgeous changeling that came to the club and I couldn’t resist!” She then grabbed Rachel’s shoulders in desperation. “I’m starving, I need dick!”

Rachel winced at her shouting before motioning her to tone it down so Ruby didn’t hear them.

“Tone it down a notch,” She whispered to Gemcity before snaking her arm around the younger sexling’s shoulders. “Listen, you see that dragon over there?” She asked, gesturing to Obsidian who was just finishing up his task before making his way towards the back, to his designated spot.

Gemcity nodded. “He does look hot, why?”

“Well, he’s a friend of mine, we got to talking and he totally wants to bone you, like right now.”

Gemcity’s eyes lit up with interest. “Oh, really?” She purred in thought. She hadn’t had sex with a dragon in a while.

Rachel nodded. “Oh yes. He’s going on break right now, but he wants to meet up with you specifically. If you catch my drift.” She wiggles her eyebrows with a smirk.

“I don’t know,” Gemcity murmurs, glancing over at Ruby who was talking to one of the clerks about a certain outfit in her hands. “Ruby would get really mad if I go off.”

Rachel shrugged. “It’s totally up to you of course, but it’s your only chance with him, he doesn’t go to the strip club soooo…” She then watches to see if Gemcity catches her dangling bait.

Gemcity rubs her thighs together and hums. “Well…. I can go for a quickie…” She then patted Rachel’s back. “Thanks.” She said before Rachel slipped her arm away and Gemcity sneaks away to the back.

Hook, line, and sinker. Step two done.

Now for Ruby.

Rachel smirked as she watched Gemcity leaving before taking hold of her now armfuls of clothes to try on, she walked over to Ruby.

“Hey, I think I’m ready to try these on.” She spoke.

“Oh good,” Ruby smiled before handing the garb to the clerk before leading her sister over to the changing rooms. “You need any help, let me know.” She offered.

Rachel nodded, “Oh, will do.” She said, opening the door and going inside. Inside the changing rooms, obviously big to fit the size of dragons. She noticed in this 10x10 room with a bench and bar to put clothes on and a tall mirror, about 10 feet tall above her, there was a window letting in natural light.

She set the clothes on the bar before she got on the bench, wincing on putting more weight on her sore feet, she stood on her tiptoes. She gritted her teeth at the pain she felt but she was able to reach the window. It was able to open, she was able to see a little ledge she could use to climb down. The bench gave her enough of a height boost combining her new height she would be able to get through it. The window was small but she would be able to squeeze her body through it.

“Hmm,” Rachel hummed before climbing down, making movements as if she was changing.

“Everything okay there?” Ruby asked.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” She responded. “My body is just very sore.”

“Need help?”

“Nope, I’m good. Just getting this thing on.” She said as she shuffled. She could see her ears were burning red from her lying in the mirror, but it was good that she was behind the door.

“Okay, when you get it on, come out, we want to see it…” There was a pause before muttering, “well me, where the hell is Gemcity?”

“Uh I don’t know. And no, I don’t want to come out, you know how I’m feeling about my appearance right now.” Rachel said.

She didn’t know how she would look in these clothes, especially as she would be more exposed.

“Rachel, seriously, you don’t look as bad as you think. You actually look adorable. The fur and the ears makes you look even cuter than you know. That’s why we brought you here to get clothes. To make you feel sexier.”

Rachel smiled, feeling bad that she’s deceiving the twins but she has to take care of a nagging problem. “Thanks, Ruby. Now, could you find your twin before she causes trouble?”

“Yeah, I’ll go do that. Just try all of them on and pick what you want to grab, you’re gonna be leaving with one of the clothes in there by the time we leave.” Ruby said.

Rachel stopped working to listen to her hoovesteps getting fainter and fainter. Once she was certain that Ruby was gone, she locked the door and hopped back up to the bench. She opens the window and climbs out.

Once outside, Rachel grips on the window frame as she stares down the streets below, the pupils of her eyes shrunk paper thin as she proceeds to sniff the air. She combed through the different smells she was smelling, alot of dragons, delicious cooked meats that was making her hungry, it took a few minutes to shift through the barrage of smells before she found who she was looking for.

With a low growl, she leaped across the rooftop next to the boutique and took off on her own hunt.

Meanwhile, Blueblood was walking down the streets of DragonTown, wearing sort of a dark cloak with a hood up to try and obscure his appearance.

The unruly prince thought because Spike was spotted in Filly, he would be around this area of the city.

However he felt sick to his stomach walking amongst more dragons. Such vermin all crowded in their own area was enough to make his head spin. Reminding him to take the dragons out after he has secured more control of Equestria.

When it came too much for him to handle, Blueblood slipped into what appeared to be a deserted alleyway to catch his breath.

"How bloody hard it is to locate an annoying purple dragon with a human?!" Blueblood grunted in frustration.

The hands of time were ticking by faster than expected. He has to find her fast!

When he stood up, Rachel swooped down on him, tackling him from above.

Blueblood let out a yelp when knocked to the ground. Before he could get away, she grabbed a maneful of his head and slammed his head into the stone ground a few times. Blood already began spewing from his mouth and nose before being yanked back up.

"Hello Blueblood." Rachel hissed before grabbing his horn. With her new strength, she crushed it before snapping it off completely. When she did that, there was a brief burst of magic coming from the now broken stump of a horn on his head before letting him go.

Blueblood screamed in agony, clutching his head as pain rang in his ears. His full source of magic was completely gone

Rachel pockets the broken piece of the horn. “That was for the Empire.” She snarled before grabbing the prince by the shoulders, throwing him onto his back. Blueblood tried to hit her but Rachel grabbed him by the throat with one hand and began beating the every loving hell out of him.

Bashing his face and chest with such fury and anger, not giving him a moment to think before throwing him across the alleyway. He coughed and sputtered, gasping as he lay on the ground for a moment.

“And that is for sending Garble at me you fucking prick!” She bared her teeth as she stood.

Blueblood slowly got to his feet, his eyes were blackened and swollen, but all he saw was a monster who viciously attacked him before registering what she just said.

Oh fuck!

Blueblood stammers before he stumbles away and takes off running.

Rachel watched him with a sadistic smirk on her face. “Now I see what Spike meant when it comes to hunting prey. It’s not the killing that gets the rush, it's the chase.” She takes off after him.

Back at the cabin, Spike was getting everything together for the proposal. Decorating the walls, the ceiling with white lace, balloons. He was currently working on the rose petals, throwing a mix of red and white in a trail to a decorative table. Having purchase these decorations in secret in order to make things as romantic as possible for when she gets home.

He was so nervous about this proposal he actually began sweating. Last time he had proposed to someone, Spike crashed and burned hard when Rarity brutally rejected him. But that rejection was what he had met the most amazing woman he ever met and felt like this proposal would be different.

Though he was hesitant with Rachel with the twins. He wants to trust the twins that they would take care of her, but with her out of the barrier and not around him, he was having a bit of anxiety.

Just as he was dumping the rest of the petals, he gazed up at the door. This heavy feeling weighing on his shoulders. The many times he felt this feeling, he knew his mate was in some sort of trouble. Many times, his instincts were right.

Maybe at this particular moment, his nerves were just all over the place.

As he stared, his phone rang. He quickly set the bowl down on the table that was on the center of the cabin before grabbing it off the charger and looked with eagerness, hoping it was his mate to help calm him. However, it was not from his mate, but from Shining Armor.

He slid the green button and answered. “Hey Shining,” Spike greeted, putting the phone on speaker and setting the phone down so he could continue getting things prepped. That nagging feeling is still clinging to the air.

“Hey Spike, how are things going on your end?” Shining Armor asked.

Spike takes a deep breath before answering, “It’s been fine, just getting things situated around here. Got something planned for Rachel.”

“How is she?”

“Uh so far, she’s doing okay, we had a bit of a personal situation but we got it sorted.” Spike said. “How are things going with the Empire?”

Shining Armor grunted at that. “Stressful, but we’re hanging in there. Whatcha planning?”

Spike went to the freezer and grabbed a bucket of ice and a bottle of wine from inside and closed the door with his tail. He went back to the table and set the items on the center of it.

“Uh…,” he bit his lip before responding, “I’m uh, planning on asking Rachel to marry me.”

There was a slight pause before Shining let out a jovial shout. “Oh that’s wonderful! I’m happy for you little bro.” Shining’s big smile basically can be heard through the phone. “It’s a big step though. But I know you’ll be up to the task.”

Spike nodded. “I am. After literally everything we've been through with Blueblood, the humans, with her changing the way she is, there needs to be something good happening. I'm not gonna really marry her until she finishes her change but I think it won’t be long now.”

“Does Twilight know?”

Spike scowls when Twilight is mentioned. “We were just having a moment, why bring her up?”

Shining then let out a deep sigh. “I know you and Twilight are going through a rough patch.”

“Having a rough patch is putting it mildly.” Spike grunted as he glanced out at the door. Getting very antsy the fact this nagging feeling was not going away, only intensifying with each passing moment.

“I’m not going to make excuses for her. Twilight knows she fucked up. I got on to her when she called crying after you snapped at her. She forgets how to be decent since she got her wings, she needed to be knocked down a few pegs with a slice of humble pie. But she does care and love you. Speaking of that mother fucker, I heard that Twilight, her friends and the two princesses are about to stage a coop against him.”

Spike stared at the phone before responding. “At least she’s finally starting to see things clearly.”

“Talk to her, think she’ll be happy for you and Rachel.”

“Daddy! Where are you daddy?” The sounds of Flurry Heart called out for him.

“Now what are you doing?” Spike asked him.

“Uh…apparently forgetting I was playing hide and seek with Flurry, I’m gonna have to let you go.” Shining said.

Spike giggled. “Give Flurry a hug for me, love you man.”

“Love you too, Spike. Seriously, talk to Twilight. I'm happy for you, I gotta go. Talk to you later.” Shining said before clicking off.

Spike let out a sigh, shaking his head at his brother.

Then to ease his nagging suspicion, he speed dials his mate, to put his nerves to rest.

Blueblood quickly ran as fast as his legs could carry him.Running through the streets, pushing past a lot of dragons who were out and about with his face all bloody, his horn snapped off, every once in a while magic sparked but nothing happened.

Blueblood would look behind him every few seconds to see if Rachel was after him. He didn’t see her running in the streets with him, however, he did see a shadow moving across from rooftop to rooftop. Only causing the prince to run faster.

His sides ache, his calves burned, not used to using the amount of muscles it takes to out run a bloodthirsty monster.

The chase quickly came to a construction site, it had the outer shell down but it hasn’t yet been determined what it’ll be on the inside with many pieces of construction material were around.

He ran over to some rebars that were sticking out of the ground. Blueblood grabbed it with his hands and proceeded to try and get it out of the ground. However, he wasn’t expecting the piece of metal to be heavy.

Blueblood kept pulling and pulling until he felt something that felt like a foot slamming against his back and he lunged forward.

He let out a blood curdle cry as the piece of metal pierced his side, going through his suit, through his skin, going through muscle, tissue, out the back.

“Whoopsie.” Rachel cooed, seeing what she did with no ounce of remorse.

“You fucking crazy bitch!” Blueblood screamed but he couldn’t turn to face her. The way the bar impaled him, he couldn’t turn without extreme pain and was bleeding profusely.

“You caused this, Blueballs.” Rachel said as she walked around so she could face him with a sadistic smile on her face. “Funny, if you had just left us alone back at the Empire, you wouldn’t be here…all alone.” She grabbed him by his clothes and pulled him further down the bar, causing as much pain as she could. Pulling him down to where his stomach touched the bottom.

She eyes at the rebar, thinking how much pressure it would take to break it. Thinking her mate would enjoy finishing him off after everything Blueblood caused them. However, she also has to take into account that if she tried to take him out of the bar, he’d die on the spot. As one should never remove an object after being impaled.

Unless she digs the rest of the bar out and carries him and the bar.

“To think, you’re a prince, you’re nothing but a fucking joke, a pathetic excuse of a living organism.” She taunts, seeing him trying to stay awake but it was hard to keep his eyes open.

Rachel bends down and feels the dirt with her claws; it’ll take a moment but she would be able to dig him out.

As she was about to put in the motion, she stops to hear a shout. “Boss!”

Rachel whips her head to see a portal opening a couple of yards from them, and stepping out were a few of the White Mantle guards with the short fat bat pony.

With a frustrated snarl, she got up and took off running the other away, quickly disappearing from sight.

Ruby was in the process of dragging Gemcity out from the back of the boutique with a very angered expression on her face. “I fucking can’t believe you, gemmy!” Ruby hissed. “You couldn’t even last a fucking week.”

“You were starving me! I had to feed.” Gemcity whines after being pulled away. She looks back to where Obsidian was. The guy was out cold from how much activity those two did in such a short time. “He was good for a quickie.”

Ruby thumped her in the head. “We feed on sex, yes, but Gemcity, the fucking amount you do is down right addictive. You over do it to the feeders, for fuck sakes you did in on stage! You have a problem.” She growled before a phone rang.

However, it wasn’t her phone.

She forced Gemcity to sit on a bench, making her readjust the very loose baggy clothes on her so she was somewhat decent. “Don’t you Celestia damn move.” She warned her before turning away, digging Rachel’s phone out of her pocket.

Spike’s name was clear on the ID.

She answers it. “Hey Spike, it’s Ruby.” Ruby answered.

“H-hey Rubes, is uh…everything okay?” Spike asked her. “With Rachel I mean? And why do you have her phone??”

“Because she could relax and shop without a distraction, no offense.” Ruby responded. “She’s doing fine, she’s trying on clothes.”

“I just have this nagging feeling that I can’t shake, mind giving the phone back to Rachel?” Spike asked worriedly.

“Yeah, one moment.” Ruby said. Giving her twin one last dirty look before walking over to the dressing room. She knocked on the door. “Rachel, are you decent? You have a phone call.”

No response.

Ruby frowned, knocking on the door some more. “Rachel? You okay?”

“What’s going on? Where is she??” Spike asked, his voice getting louder.

“Calm down, calm down.” Ruby said as she knocked more.

After a few more knocks and name calling, the dressing door finally swung open. A more looking frazzled Rachel was behind the door. She was breathing heavily, her right hand had blood stains all over it, she still wore the clothes she wore when they left the cabin, more deshoveled than ever.

The color drained from Ruby’s face. “Uuh, Rachel….what did you do?” She asked, seeing her sister looked like she had a brawl.

“Uuuh, long story.” Rachel responded as she grabbed the phone from Ruby and answered. “Hey baby.” Rachel panted.

“Hey Rachel, is uh…is everything okay?” Spike asked.

Rachel nodded. “Nope, everything is not okay, not okay at all.” She said, “I…I did something bad, something very bad.”

“What happened?” A unison of the twins and her mate asked her.

Her voice did raise an octave to a squeak and said, “I got into a fight with Blueballs.”

Three long seconds later…

“WHAT?!?!?!” Spike yelled on the phone. “Rachel, get home, right now.”

“On my way.” Rachel responded.

“Rachel! What the actual fuck!?” Ruby shouted as Rachel hung up.

“I’ll explain on the way, but we gotta fucking go.” She said before heading out.

“Wait, your clothes, you’re not leaving in that!”

After paying for the haul and was forced to changed into one of the clothes she just bought, the black dress with the white sparkles, she and the twins quickly rushed back to the cabin.