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Twilight groaned, her voice didn't sound right. She tried to look around, but gause covered her eyes.

"Please do not try to move," Celestia said from nearby.

Twilight obeyed, trying to relax. She felt so strange. "Where am I?"

“Your Castle’s basement,” Celestia answered. “What is the last thing you remember?”

“I.. I was in the lab. Spike was helping me study dragon magic.” The memory of fire and pain came rushing back. “Spike!” Twilight sat up, and the world spun around her. She could hear ponies scrambling around her as she moved, and felt herself knock something over. “Is he alright?”

“He is alive and healthy. Twilight, I need you to be still.”

“Sorry,” Twilight said, freezing in place. “My eyes... Am I...”

“Your eyes are fine. Now please don’t move, but I had them blindfold you so I could talk to you before saw anything.”

Twilight's stomach lurched. It was hard not to pat herself down, but she held still. “What’s wrong?”

“There was an accident, we are still trying to understand it. Twilight, you were changed. You look very different now, but the best we can tell, you are healthy. If i take the gauze off, will you stay calm?”

Twilight only nodded. Golden light pulled the bandages away, leaving her to squint against the room's light. As her eyes adjusted, she slowly looked around. Her lab was trashed, but she’d done worse to it. A host of medical ponies looked up at her with sympathy and trepidation.

Looked up at her... She was far too tall, her head was almost against the ceiling.

“You will hurt yourself and others if you move quickly,” Celestia warned from behind her.

With a slow movement, Twilight raised a hoof, only it wasn’t a hood at all. It was a scaled claw with five digits. “Princess.” Looking down, she examined the rest of her body. “I’m scared.” She was a dragon, of the shape that had once inhabited the mountain above Ponyville, though less than half the size. “I’m really scared.”

Celestia stepped from around her, and into her sight. “Would you like to talk to Spike?”

Twilight nodded.

A moment later and the door opened, letting in alicorn stallion into the room. Purple coat and Green mane told her it was Spike. A cutie mark of green fire and a ruby heart confirmed the idea.

The alicorn gave a nervous laugh when she looked at him. “You make a pretty dragon,” he said.

“Spike?” Her voice was way too loud to her own ears.

“Yeah,” he answered.

Leaning forward, she got a better look at him. Calling him a stallion was a bit of a stretch, but he was no foal. Certainly handsome by any standard. “Are you okay?” she asked

Spike laughed. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Slowly, Twilight placed a claw against her forehead. “My horn is gone.” Looking to the nearest book, Twilight tried to levitate it. Something in her throat tingled, and lavender fire started to bellow from her mouth.

Gold magic kept the fire away from ponies and books alike. “You’re going to have to relearn how to use your magic, Twilight, but I do not believe you have lost anything.”

Twilight nodded, then slowly examined the rest of her new body. It occurred to her she was far bigger than the only door leading into the room. “How am I getting out of her?”

“When you are ready, I can teleport you outside,” Celestia said.

The room was feeling smaller every moment, she needed to stretch and move. “I’d like that.”