Author's Note

This first chapter includes Transformation and Masturbation. It's also probably going to be the sanest this story is likely to get...you have been warned...

Prolog: It Begins...

Spike sighed as his best friend and older sister worked to finish her spell array. Yet another one of her slightly sleep deprived, caffeine induced creations that had a solid theory behind it perhaps, but in all likelihood would end with a Ponyville shuddering kaboom...just like last time. Spike was not looking forward to yet another round of trying to convince the insurance pony that Twi was not, in fact, insane enough not to warrant more coverage.

“Twilight, are you sure about this?” Spike fiddled with his pants a little as Twilight; decked out in a full labcoat, gloves and goggles; checked over a tiny rune carved into the floor for what felt like the fifteenth time.

“Well, after this last set of checks Spike, I think I will be. If this works they way it should, then the spell target will gain a thin coating of rubber, think of it as an instant rain coat for when you forget to pack one on a field research trip.” The lavender Princess glanced at the clipboard in her hand a few times while making the occasional notation, her horn softly glowing as she looked over the spell array.

“If? Should? I’m getting the feeling that I should send a message to the Princesses to come over for a de-Twiscalation again...” The young Drake crossed his arms over his bare chest, ever since the Molt and his wings came in, shirts just wern’t as comfortable as before.

“Oh Spike, it’s going to be fine. Now then, just stand in the middle of the array and strip and we can start...” Spike was instantly on alert as soon as Twilight said that.

“Wait what? I never agreed to be the guinea pig for this!” Despite his protests, his sister ignored him, her magic moving him into position without a second thought. ‘Crap! it’s a bad one this time...’ were his last thoughts before the spell activated. A strangely warm sensation crawled up his toes and began to cover his feet as he tried to escape the mad science of the mare and get a message to Canterlot before it was too late, but as the sensation began to slowly climb his legs, Spike found it harder and harder to think. His pants were gone, Twilight must have taken them, but the cool air of the Castle of Friendship didn’t feel that bad against his scales. The feeling in his little legs was actually starting to feel good...really good. Good enough that his little dragonhood was poking out of its home and starting to stiffen. It had happened a few times since his Molt, and while he still wasn’t sure exactly why it happened, he did know what he discovered about it.

With his mind in a slight haze, his hand moved to slowly stroke along his length, feeling every scaly ridge all the way to the pointed tip. This action always seemed to feel really good, but it seemed to feel even better with the feeling the spell was sending up his legs, which was almost to his knees now. He tried stroking himself a little faster as the warmth rose within him, felt his hips buck a little into his hand. A soft growl escaped his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on the feeling of the warmth crawling up his body and the pleasure building in his groin as both started feeding into the other. The more he stroked himself, the faster the warmth seemed to climb his legs, and the better his little dragon dick felt as he worked it.

Spike felt his gut clench a little as the warmth overtook the rest of his lower body, spreading quickly along his tail and groin, and bringing with it an intense burst of pleasure that made him squeeze his dick a little tighter and stroke even faster. Trying to time his stroking to his bucking hips was difficult, but he could manage it and it made the feelings of pleasure spiking into his brain feel even better. More growls escaped his lips as he took to pistoning his cock into his hand. His breath was coming in gasps as the warmth sped up his arms and chest, a pressure building deep in his belly, his heart hammering against his ribs. All Spike could feel though, was that burning pleasure in his cock, the building pressure in his gut and the rumbling in his belly that threatened to burst out.

As the feeling of warmth filled his head and covered him completely, the dam finally broke. His eyes snapped open and a low roar burst from his muzzle even as a flood of white burst from his cock. If not for the magic holding him, he might have stumbled with the first eruption, but as it was, he simply hung in the air for a few minuets as his spurting cock fired shot after shot of white stuff until it finally petered out, leaving the poor dragon feeling more than a little worn out. As he caught his breath, he noticed the rather large puddle of cum he made (how did he know that word and what it meant?), and looked around for Twilight. He spotted her looking through her notes furiously, a worried expression on her face.

“Twilight? Everything alright? I mean, that felt awesome but...” Spike let his voice trail off as Twilight turned to him, her eyes widening slightly. “Twilight? What’s wrong? What did you do?”

“Um, well Spike...it seems the spell worked, just not in the way it was supposed to...”

“And that means?”

“It...instead of covering you with rubber like it was supposed to...it kind of...turned you into rubber. Latex rubber specifically...”

“Twilight! You mean I’m...”

“Basically turned into a living doll? Yeah, kinda...but, there’s some reading in the spell echo that don’t make any sense...”

“Well, then change me back!”

“...”

“Twi?”

“I can’t...I already tried...the counter spell I prepared didn’t work and everything seems to have set after you...um...ejaculated.”

“TWILIGHT!”