“Twilight I don’t have time for this. Move aside.”
“No, I’m not letting your weird spell work on Spike.”
“If you’d take a minute to get out of my way I’ll do it for you.”
“Likely story for a magic drop out.” Twilight seemed to feel sorry about that last comment but had to focus her efforts on spike.
“No you’re doing it all wrong. Listen to me!”
“I won’t let you hurt my little Spiky Wikey.” Came a new voice.
“Who the hay are you?”
“Rarity?” muttered Spike.
“Ah crap.”
A flash, darkness, and the sound of Twilight’s loud snoring.
Spike yawn and fumbled. How odd his alarm didn’t wake him this time. He got up and looked. There was no music box on his night stand. Spike cried out, waking Twilight from her sleep.
“What? Is something the matter?” She was almost in as much of a daze as Spike was turning her head in all directions.
“The music box Rarity gave me. It’s gone!” Spike was panicking as he galloped around the room…..galloped?
Twilight rubbed the sleep from her eyes, “Spike what mu-“
She was cut off by Spike’s obvious squeals of delight at something as he raced to a mirror.
Purple coat, short green spiky main and tail and an emerald flame cutey mark looked back at him. It worked. He’d wished to be a unicorn and it worked.
Twilight Sparkle finally got out of bed to see him and looked down. “What exactly has you all hyper? I thought you were depressed.”
Something was off, height wise he wasn’t as tall as Twilight. He wasn’t exactly the size of Sweetie Belle though. Almost somewhere in the middle. That awkward time where a pony isn’t fully grown but is out of schooling with Cheeralee.
“I gotta see Rarity,” he exclaimed as he run out the house leaving the door wide open.
Twilight tried to call after him. Half confused herself what was going on.
Even though the body should have been new to him, it felt like he’d had it just as long as his dragon one. He galloped so fast. He even tried to wink a few times on the way just to see if he could use magic too. He could and he appeared and disappeared as if it was second nature.
This was great. Wishful’s magic really was the best. Not a trace of him being a dragon remained on him. He could even see the townsfolk who were up in the morning whispering to each other as they say him. “No doubt they love my new look,” he thought, “well it’s not like they know it’s me. Only Twilight would have seen it before with Wishful explaining everything.”
He reached Rarity’s place in no time, yet if felt like an eon before he got to knock at the door. As he did he suddenly realized he didn’t have a reason to stop by. “Come on Spike,” he thought to himself, “think of something. Anything will do.” Sweetie Belle answered the door. At first Spike would have asked why she was there but he smelt the vague scent of burned food on her so it must have been for that reason. “Guess I still got my dragon’s senses.”
Sweetie Belle didn’t wear the same happy face he usually saw when he was around her. “And what do YOU want?”
Spike was taken aback at Sweetie Belle’s tone but still replied. “I uh, came here to see Rarity.”
He could feel the air around him tremble when he said that. Sweetie Belle’s horn glow brightly and he suddenly realized so was his own horn. He was good enough at magic that he was blocking whatever Sweetie Belle was doing with ease unconsciously.
Sweetie Belle finally gave up, her voice cracking as she yelled at Spike. “Why would my sister EVER want anything to do with you after what you did to her last night?”
“Last night?” All he did last night was get Wishful to use his magic and woke up now. “When did I see Rarity last night?” He only vaguely remembered Rarity showing up in his dream he just got out of.
“Oh!” Sweetie exclaimed suddenly trying to copy her sister’s face when annoyed but looking more like a confused mouse to Spike than angry, “how dare you say that you cur!”
“Oh now that word makes sense,” said Spike absently as he tried to push Sweetie Belle out of the way. He succeeded due to his superior size but not without difficulty as Sweetie pushed back with all her might and magic to try to force him out of Carousel Boutique.
Spike heard Pinkie Pie screaming something in the distance but ignored it as he pushed hard. He had waited too long to go home empty handed. Well empty hoofed now but same difference.
“Sweetie Belle?” the sweetest voice in the word. “Are you down there?”
Finally, there she was. Slender white legs were all he could see, but he felt every more attracted to her than before. Perhaps because he was not the same as her and didn’t have that species hump. Wait, this walk was very weak. She was only doing it a little but it was shaking with each step.
Then he saw, the messy mane far more in tatters than he had ever seen. The amount of water on her face, she was covering for the fact she most only have recently stopped crying all night. That guy from the other night, she was crying all night because of that guy.
Spike felt the fire spark from his horn slightly at the sight of her. Whoever would do such a thing to his love doesn’t deserve to live. It was only then as he noticed the blue in her coat around her eyes crack as she looked at him. A plethora of fledgling emotions surfacing on her face to contort it into something he had never seen before.
She soon suppressed it like a master and whispered carefully so it was barely audible, “Get out.”
Spike was in shock. That must have been wrong. Suddenly things he wasn’t paying attention to crept into his mind and it was left there. Sweetie Belle was finally able to move him now and combined with Rarity’s magic he was out post haste. The door slamming in his face.
She was mad…at him.
But he didn’t do anything with her yesterday, how could he have done something to get her mad? Let alone something on this level that she would not want to see him and have such obvious sighs of crying. He was in shock. His entire body trembled and the very thought he could do something to her emotionally scarring. Something that was worse than when he became a greed filled monster that would do this.
His shock however was cut short and he jumped back to attention as he heard a loud boom from the distance. Something fell in front of him as raining bits of wood came down on the rest of the town in front of him. The something was a book, it wasn’t one Spike read since he didn’t read often since he had his fill with the ones Twilight gave him for his birthdays. Faust read across the cover. It was one of Wishful’s favorite books.
Wishful Thinking...that was it. He would know what was going on much more than Spike could after all.
Spike looked in horror. The Rainbow mushroom cloud was there in the direction of Wishful’s house. Then it was Wishful’s book.
Spike rushed to their as fast as he could, the closer he got the more he heard something odd. Rainbow Dash he sort of expected become of the Atomic Rainboom, but Pinkie’s voice could also be heard in the area. Both were calling out Wishful Thinking’s name in anger.
“Where are you!” screamed Pinkie.
“You can’t hide forever!” screamed Rainbow
Spike stopped when he got near ground zero. Pieces of Wishful’s house lay everywhere. Even inside trees like a knife drove into them only instead this was a plank of wood.
“Wishful,” he called but not too loud. He got the feeling he shouldn’t let the other two ponies he could hear hear him.
“Keep Quiet Spike,” Wishful’s voice from behind a tree was in a rasp. “That pink haired one is nearby.”
Spike approached the tree talking lower, “Thank Celestia I found you Wishful. I got to talk to you about last night. What Happened?”
“Trust me,” said Wishful from behind the tree, “when I figure that out you’ll be the first one to know. But for now we have a bigger problem.”
“A bigger problem?” Spike looked around before Wishful the unicorn came out from behind the tree. Why were the other girls after him to this point? Then he saw Wishful.
“Yeah, a considerably bigger problem.” Said the voice of the dark orange dragon winged Pegasus pony known as Wishful Thinking. “I can’t undo this wish.”
Suddenly Fluttershy came into view, a look of pure fury on her face. “I found you!”
“Gallop,” cried Wishful pushing Spike forward. “Gallop for your life.”