Author's Note

A shorter half chapter this time but as I'm only really now getting over my medical procedure wanted to start a lil smaller. That won't stop me from posting a full chapter in the next few days however!

Until then thank you for reading, and hopefully see you tomorrow or Sunday for the next chapter.

Chapter 9.5 (Rewrite)

"This is a bad idea." Unable to sit in place Spike paces around in front of his mother anxiously. His tail flicking back and forth rapidly with every turn and his wings twitching and shuffling on his back.

"Bad idea or not we need to do this Spike. Fenrir is the last one we need to talk to before we go to the public about my change." Just as anxious as Spike Celestia can't help but fidget with her paws. The dull drumming of her razor sharp claws clicking against the stone doing little to alleviate her stress.

"Did you have to do the adoption thing though? I mean how does that even work if she's my aunt?" The tapping stops as Celestia looks up with a furrowed brow.

"I already told you Fenrir is only technically your aunt, you and her aren't actually related. Tiamat just adopted both her and your father around the same time when they were still hatchlings. Actually, Tiamat adopted all of those who were orphaned before Ragnarök." Spike nearly trips over his own paws with how quickly he turns to look at his mother.

"So I'm not related to Fenrir?" With a barley hidden smirk Celestia shakes her head.

“No Spike you’re not, though I am curious why you seem so excited to hear that.” Spike hisses softly through his teeth. A sound not too dissimilar to one he would make when still a hatchling and caught in the midst of a lie.

“What? No I just -” Celestia lifts a wing up to hide her smirk, but it does nothing to stop Spike from hearing her giggle. Flaring his wings in anger Spike spits fire as he speaks again.
“So what!? I think she is pretty alright! Is that what you want to hear mom!?”

Dropping her wing, Celestia frowns. Shaking her head and opening her arms in an inviting motion for Spike it takes only a moment before he walks into her arms. Both dragons let out heavy sighs as Celestia wraps her arms around her son into a tight hug.

“I only meant to tease you Spike. Can you really blame me for wanting to poke fun at you for finally taking an interest in another creature?” Spike blushes and buries his snout more into his mothers chest.

“Yes.” Through sheer force of will Celestia manages to not crack up a second time.

“Alright I won’t tease you anymore… No, that's a lie. I won’t tease you for at least another few days.” Spike groans in protest, but thanks to his hidden muzzle no one can see the small smile he cracks.

“Mooooom…” Grinning evilly, Celestia leans her head down to whisper directly into Spike's ear.

“Though do be careful with Fenrir, I expect a lot of grandhatchlings for you.” Spike shrieks in terror.

“MOM!”