There once was a young mare with an assistant named Spike who had Messenger’s Breath. They lived off this by delivering mail as a faster method. One day though the young dragon got sick and was unable to produce his Messenger’s Breath.

“What will we do Spike? What will we do?” Twilight Sparkle cried shaking her hooves in dismay.

“I could get a job.” He answered.

“We already have tried that, but none will take your work.” She said dismayed. “I will give you our life’s savings and go see what we you can do with it in town .We could try starting a shop if your breath doesn’t return.”

“Today is Market day, I will not fail you Twilight. After all I am your number one assistant.” He boosted.

So Spike the dragon headed out with a fiery cough and a sac of bits. Not a few minutes of walking he came across an old funny-looking stallion.

“Good morning Spike.” The stallion said.

“Good morning.” He responded not being able to remember telling him his name.

“And where are you off to?” The old stallion asked.

“I’m going to the market.” Spike said holding out his sac of bits and let them jingle within.

“You look like a proper chap for the job.” He smiled. “Tell me how many beans make five.”

Spike looked to him thinking it through and finally answered, “Two in each hoof and one in your mouth.” He grinned.

“Correct! And here they are!” The stallion pulled out five strange-looking beans from within his beard. “I’ll trade you them for your bits and... your messenger’s breath.”

“Wouldn’t you like that mister.” Spike dead-panned.

“But these beans aren't ordinary beans, they will grow quickly!” The stallion said.

“Really, beans that grow? You don’t say!” Spike quipped.

“Foolish boy, they grow over night!” the stallion said excitedly.

“Uh-huh... I’m not sure i’m buying this mister.” Spike answered.

“Not buying, but trading, your breath and bits for these beans!” He yelled excitedly. “Come dragon, if they do not do as promised I will return you your breath and bits.”

“That sounds fair, sure” Spike agreed handing over the sac. “But how are going to get my brea-”

The Stallion removed his hat and revealed to be a unicorn. With a glow of his horn a green ball of fire came out of Spike’s mouth and went into a vile the stallion now levitated.

After a flash of light the beans were in his claw and the old stallion was gone. Deciding to not question it any further he went home. After all it was not the weirdest thing he had seen.

As he had not originally walked far he arrived home by dusk. As soon as he entered the door Twilight quickly teleported in front of him.

“So what did you get? A job or maybe hens? Are they outside.” Twilight questioned.

“You’ll never guess!” Spike grinned.

“Oh something better! What is it where able to find a shop for sale!” She grinned.

“No,” he chuckled and showed her the beans. “I got these beans!”

Twilight’s eyes widened and a several strands of hair stood on end. “What!” She burst. “Spike! Are you kidding me?”

“No, this old guy told me they were magic. He says they grow over night!” He beamed, feeling proud.

“What, spike! You believed some strange stallion and gave him all our money?” More strands stood now.

“And my Messenger’s Breath. See...” He took a piece of parchment and blew on it, instead of burning into the air, it simply caught on fire.

“Spike I can’t believe this! Go to bed!” She yelled and threw the beans out the window.

Feeling sad and forlorn he went to upstairs to his basket and laid their. After a while of shame he finally drifted off to sleep.

When he finally awoke the next morning he noticed that Twilight was not there. As he looked around he saw that part of the room was bright with Celestia’s sun and the other was shaded. As he looked out to the window he saw a giant stalk shoot straight into the clouds. The stallion had said the truth! The beanstalk was not far from the window and was easily reachable. He jumped to it and held on to the smaller vines that surrounded it. The vines held to it in a way that made it easy for him to climb. He began to climb and climb until he reached the top clouds and saw a long straight road. Curious of what lay ahead he began walking and came to gigantic house. There stood a great, big, tall mare.

His stomach grumbled as he noticed she carried a basket of food. “Hi,” He said politely. “Would you mind sharing some of that food?” He said licking his lips and his eyes sparkled. “Come on, I didn’t eat i’m as hungry as a full grown dragon!”

“Keep at it dragon and you’ll be breakfast!” She groaned. “My husband is a mean one and he likes eatin’ littluns like you on toast.”

“Oh please! I haven’t ate. I’m still growing.” He complained. “I’d rather die full and cooked then starving!” He said licking his scaly lips again, eying the giantess.

The giantess could no longer deny him and let him in. She placed him on the table and gave him some bread and cheese.

“I like rubies more, but I guess this will do...” he muttered.

Before he finished his meal though the ground began to shook and a set of heavy hooves were heard. Clop! Clop! Clop!

“Oh no it’s my husband!” With a quick haste she picked up Spike covered him in a dish towel and placed him in the oven. “You hide here boy.”

He was a gigantic monster. A big green ogre of a pony with sharp teeth and a scary face. He pulled out three cows and threw them on the table. “Here wife make my breakfast.” He took a wiff and smelled something.

“Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum

I smell the blood of an Equestrian,

Be he alive or be he dead,

I’ll have his bones to grind my bread.”

“Nonsense dear” His wife said. “It’s probably that little pony you had yesterday.” She smiled. “Besides I make your bread you can’t even use a rolling pin. Now go clean your hooves and when you’re back breakfast will be ready.”

Spike was about to come out and get ready to run when the mare stopped him. “Wait ‘till he eats, after that he’ll take a nap.”

So the ogre-pony ate and went to the living room. After counting sacs of gold he finally nodded of, his snores shaking the house.

Spike jumped out and began running. But just as he was running out his eyes caught on the shiny coins. And with a rubbing of claws and licking of lips he took a bag and ran off.

With the bag between his tail and back he climbed down the stalk finally reaching the garden. Once he was down he found Twilight staring at the giant stalk. He held out the bag and said, “See the beans were magical. I told you so.”

So they were able to live off that for awhile, but when it began to run out Spike became uncontent. He decided again to climb the stalk this time at a slower pace now being more weighed down by a helmet and pillows that Twilight had placed on him. As soon as he reached the top he removed them and followed the path again. There again was the giant mare at the door.

“Hello ma’am.” Spike greeted.

“Go away child.” She warned and looked to him again. “Wait, aren’t you the dragon boy from last time.” She said realizing this. “Did you know that very day you came my husband lost a bag of money?” She said.

With a grin Spike answered, “I know something about that, but I can’t talk until I eat. May you have a gem.? A ruby or emerald? Please i’m hungry!” He complained.

Now curious the giantess took him inside and feed him gems. But before his second bite the ground began to shake with a steady clop! Clop! Clop! The mare picked him up and hid him in the oven again.

All happened as before, in entered the ogre with three cows, said: “Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum” and had his breakfast.

“Wife bring me the gold hen.” The ogre-pony roared.

She brought it and when he said “Lay”, it laid an egg of solid gold. Then the ogre-pony fell asleep releasing thunderous snores.

Jack exited the oven and saw the golden hen his eyes widened and he caught the hen. But this time it gave out a cluck waking the ogre-pony. As he made it out the door he heard him say: “Wife, where is my hen!”

Spike ran home and showed the hen to Twilight. He said “Lay” and it laid a golden egg. Twilight was astounded and took it inside for study,

It wasn’t long before Spike was no longer content with just the hen and decided to try his luck again. So while Twilight wasn’t home he climbed the beanstalk again. When he arrived to the house he knew better than to go to the front door, so he hid by the door. The door opened and the giantess came out. Spike entered and hid in a cupboard to wait. A few minutes passed and again, clop! Clop! Clop! The ogre-pony and his wife entered.

“Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, I smell the blood of an equestrian.” The ogre-pony roared.

“Do you, husband?” She answered. “We’ll if it’s that little thief that stole your bit and golden hen he’s sure to be in the oven!” She went to the oven and opened it. But this time it was empty. Spike grinned to himself from his hiding place. “You were mistaken you fool. how could I have forgotten it must of been the pony I cooked up last night. How foolish of you, can’t even till a dead one from a live one!” She growled.

So the ogre-pony and his wife ate, him muttering to himself occasionally. Once in awhile eyeing around the kitchen. After finishing he called to his wife. “Wife bring me the harp.” So she got up and brought it to him. “Sing.” He said.

“How rude! You could at least say please to a lady!Like ‘Please may you sing to me’. It’s not hard, darling.” The harp whined.

“You’re a harp! Now sing!” He warned.

With a humph the harp began to sing beautifully. The harp continued to sing until the ogre-pony fell asleep soon after and snored again shaking the house.

Spike got out of hiding and ran to the harp. He swooped it up and began to ran.

The harp then began to scream. “Oh master save me! Of all the things that could possibly happen THIS. IS. THE. WORST. THING. EVER!”

The ogre-pony awoke and Began after Spike. Spike ran as fast as he could while the harp complained.

“Put me down you ruffian!” The harp cried.

But Spike ignored it. He climbed down the beanstalk and saw Twilight at the bottom. “Twilight! Cut the stalk!” He cried. Twilight looked up to see the ogre-pony and began magically blasting at the stalk. THe beanstalk began to shake and a several feet above the ground Spike jumped, Twilight catching him with her magic. But a few feet of the stalk remained and the ogre-pony kept coming, Twilight froze in fear at his size. With a breath of fire Spike severed the stalk. It toppled over just in time for the ogre-pony to climb up.

At last they were safe and no longer would Spike in any way if possible try to go up again, he had learned his lesson.

Twilight gave a weary smile and said, “Spike have you grown a few inches?”

Author's Note

So Spike as Jack and the beanstalk. I had little trouble, seeing as Jack traded his cow for the beans and in Equestria cows are sentient so yeah...

Again any errors, questions, suggestion comment.

If there is any artsy bronies are there willing to make illustration for each story contact me please. you can see in a link in Little Pink Prancing Bow that takes you to my bad art skills.

Well, hope you enjoyed.