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// Chapter 6: Fur real? 
// Story: White Scales and Green Fur 
// by 110calligraphybrony 
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*This was motivated by a comment that this story was dead. I decided otherwise. I also have not much of a great idea of where this story is going, but I suppose I will try. Happy quarantine!*

Spike awoke to the sound of birds outside the library. Sun beamed in which was confusing as he typically arose at six sharp to help Twilight. Yet, what was much more pressing than the sound of chirps coming in what an overwhelming headache banging on all sides of his head. How could this much pain be possible? The light burned, he could barely keep his eyes open! 
He tried to think through the calamitous pain active in his head but found he could only take in his senses. He had never experienced anything like this before.
 “Maybe that one time with Twilight and the bowling experiment…” He shuddered. “Never again.”  
He realized he could barely see, let alone move or figure out what had happened to him. He had been trained by Twilight on how to handle moments of extreme danger, yet he had no power here. Nothing could be done. Were these his final moments? Would the last knowledge of the universe be for him only pain and confusion? Spike had hoped to fulfill his dreams. To grow old and wise. To help others escape the pain that he had encountered. 
“I wanted to tell people to never try bowling…”
He had hoped most of all to start a family. He did and always would love Twilight, but as a sister. He wanted to love someone and feel love. Although you cannot plan love, he believed firmly that it would be found eventually. Then he remembered. Sweetie. How would she handle the loss? How could he handle never seeing her again? He couldn’t imagine seeing her cry. The pain. He would feel it a thousand times over what she felt. He hoped those dreams of family would be with her. He imagined so many possibilities of where they would live, how they would spend their time, how he would let her know she was the most amazing pony in all of Equestria. He could through the pain remember the poem she had hidden inside the book he was reading weeks ago. 


Some scales shimmer,


Some scales glow.


But out of them all,


It is yours I am gladdest to know. 



He wished he could see her one last time. Stare into her eyes one more time. Let her know how he truly felt. How much she mattered. Maybe he was not to have this chance.

 It was then the noise of the birds increased every slightly which he barely noticed through the pain of his head. He remembered they normally keep that window closed so they don’t knock over the watering can. They were coming in! 

	BAM!

The water poured over his head! He immediately felt relief. For what reason, he did not know, but he could at least think. He breathed as he realized that he may have time to say goodbye. To be able to let everyone know how he felt…
Yet those happy thoughts were interrupted by an obscure feeling. One he had never known. He still could not move, but now his senses were coming back to him. He was… wet?
Wet? He thought to himself. That couldn’t be. His scales didn’t absorb moisture… Then he realized…
I’VE BEEN TURNED INTO A TOWEL!
Of course… it was the only logical explanation! Only towels could retain water like this, feel this much pain. He could not imagine how he could have possibly stumbled across a towel spell until he saw it. 
The thick binding of Dragon to Towel Metamorphosis. And he even went through with the spell!
Unless… Someone had done this to him!
APPLEJACK FOUND OUT ABOUT THE CIDER DRAWER!
He would always take a few bottles when she was storing them and set them aside until later when he could pick them up. How she managed to find out and then enact her revenge was terrifying… what lengths would she go for her revenge?
He could move a bit now. Enough to scratch his chin… How could she manage to create and feed him that potion… Huh? My chin doesn’t feel the same… my hand doesn’t feel the same!
Wait a minute. That book doesn’t say Dragon to Towel Metamorphosis, it says Dragon to Equine Metamorphosis! 
It was then Spike realized…
The group might replace him.
He was no longer the token dragon.