Author's Note

Hey, everyone! Sorry for the lack of a chapter yesterday, but work was absolutely insane. But now I'm free to write as I please. Hope you enjoy!

Transformation Spell

“WHAT?!” Twilight screamed after her friend finally confessed to her deepest, darkest affections. It felt as if her brain had melted and everything she ever knew as good, wholesome, pure, and moral was seeping out of it, wriggling in the putrid slime of the words that had escaped from Dash’s maw. Her mouth shook in anger, and her hooves prepared for war. She was going to ream Dash for this inconceivable emotion. Her eyes became bloodshot as her temper began boiling under her skin, almost as if it was one of her caffeinated creations brewing over in its pot.

“Now, Twilight, you promised-“

“I promised you I wouldn’t judge you for coming out to me! This is completely DIFFERENT!” The princess thundered. “You’re talking about loving a filly! Scootaloo’s so young and innocent! You wouldn’t dare…you couldn’t…I just…I can’t believe this!”

She backed further into her throne, panting and attempting to process what Rainbow had just said. Her impulsive reactions began to die away, leaving her feeling more disappointed than enraged. She just couldn’t come to terms with the idea that one of her best friends had feelings for a foal. It was so disgusting, so utterly ridiculous, and while there was no official law prohibiting such things, it was collectively taboo. One did not have relationships with the young ponies among them. It would do nothing but harm friendships, and make social outcasts of two or more Equestrian citizens.

Rainbow Dash suddenly sat up a little straighter. “Well, believe it, Twi. I’m in love with Scootaloo. I can’t stop thinking about her, and she’s…like a sister to me. I need to sleep with her, Twilight! I need to show her how much I care for her!”

Twilight’s mouth dropped further at the thought of Rainbow stealing away the precious virginity of one of the many precious foals for whom she cared so deeply. It was unforgivable, and downright despicable. She felt as if she didn’t know the cyan pony in front of her anymore, and she felt tears coming to her eyes as she imagined Dash holding down a helpless Scootaloo and ravaging her small body.

“You bitch!” Twilight cursed, startling the Pegasus, “you would dare come to me for assistance in tearing apart such a young life?! I’m disgusted with you, and I want you to leave…NOW!”

“No, Twilight! Please! If I don’t do this, then it’s gonna drive me insane!”

“Let it drive you insane, then! I’m not gonna help you harm Scootaloo!”

Dash got up from her throne and threw herself at Twilight’s hooves. “Please! I’m desperate! I’ll do anything, ANYTHING!”

Twilight smelled the distinctive scent of heat as Dash’s glands began pouring it forth. She realized just why Rainbow was in such a state of hysteria, because it was something that all mares experienced. She remembered her own tingling, burning sensation between her haunches and how all she wanted was somepony to mate with and be rid of it. Dash’s confession of “love” was simply a byproduct of her extended sexual urges at this time of year. Once again, her anger softened and she helped her friend back to her hooves.

“Rainbow…you’re in heat. I can tell it, and I can smell it. You don’t know what you’re saying, and I’m very thankful for that. If you were serious about having sex with Scootaloo-“

“Twi, I am serious,” Dash said grimly, “VERY serious, and if you don’t help me, I’ll get somepony who will!”

Now it was Twilight’s turn to be afraid. She knew that mares often turned violent towards each other at this touchy time, but she always thought that her friends knew enough to control themselves via masturbation. It’s what she did, so as to avoid situations like this one. She suddenly became frightened for her very life, and she began looking for a way out of the predicament. She needed to calm her heat-laden friend, and it needed to happen fast. She thought about offering her own body in place of Scootaloo’s, but then she thought about her love for her stallion friend and shut the idea down. There has to be another way, she thought.

“Now, Dash,” she said calmly, “there’s no need to get aggressive.”

“There’s every need to get aggressive, Twilight!” Dash growled, “it’s called being in heat. Haven’t you ever fought another mare over the same stallion? You know how we get this time of year!”

“Exactly, and I also know that through a controlled effort of masturbation and self-care, you can make it through without having to have somepony mate with you!”

“FUCK YOUR MASTURBATION!” Dash screamed, before suddenly breaking down in tears, “help me…please, Twilight! I can’t take this anymore! My pussy burns so badly, and all I want is Scootaloo! No other pony will do! I’ve tried! I’ve had stallions and mares both up to my place, but nothing will take the heat away other than her young body.”

Twilight realized how serious the situation was, but her conscience still battled with her judgment. She knew how terrible it would be if she used a notice spell on Dash and she went through with her plan to mate with the young pony. But she also knew that Dash could go out and wreak havoc on the townsponies in a heat induced violent stupor. Either way, somepony got hurt, and it was up to her to decide which would and which wouldn’t.

She grimaced and finally looked at the quivering Cyan pile that somehow resembled her friend. “Alright,” she said with sadness in her voice, “I’ll cast the spell on you.”

“You will?!” Dash asked, leaping to her hooves, “oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Thank you!”

“Close your eyes,” the princess commanded softly, “and show me your vagina and anus.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

So Dash closed her eyes, lifted her tail, and turned away from Twilight. The princess, after getting over the initial shock of seeing her friend’s privates for the first time, shot a magic beam into the area. Dash howled in pain as she felt her very body being changed. She felt her delicate parts begin shifting upwards, until it felt as if they would catch onto her tail itself. But the spell was soon cast, and Twilight looked to ensure that Dash’s new, yet fake, body part was set firmly.

“Alright, it’s done,” she said.

Dash opened her eyes and looked between her haunches. Her mouth fell open when she saw what had taken place. Her breath quickened, and she felt like retching. The transformation was so utterly stark and blatant, that she didn't know what to think. She now had a sheath and balls hanging where her pussy should have been.