It was early in the morning when Barb woke up from the chirping birds outside the window. She sat up on the bed, stretching her arms and back, yawning. Looking down, she saw her cleavage as her breasts pushed out the night gown a bit.
“Why did these have to be so big?” Barb complained, holding them in her hands. Her eyebrows furrowed as she squished them in her hands. They were surprisingly soft, even with her tough scales. “Must be another side effect.”
Getting out of bed, she shivered from the change of temperature. While it wasn't that cold in the room, it still felt like it was freezing compared to the bed. Not wanting to face the cold anymore, she quickly ran to the bathroom.
In bathroom she turned on the shower and took off her nightgown. Looking in the mirror she saw herself in her full naked form. She had to admit that she did look good, being above average. For some reason or another, she thought that if she was to age as a drake, she would have been eye candy for every mare. Of course she was more than grateful to not be eye candy to every stallion.
Barb stepped in the shower, feeling the warm water against her smooth scales. She couldn’t help but sigh in content as the water washed over her; it felt so nice with the warm water running down her scales, she imagined that this is what rocks that were underwater felt like. She felt like she could stay in there forever.
30 minutes had passed when she stepped out of the shower, her scales reflecting the light in the room from the water on them. Grabbing a towel, the dragoness dried herself off, her scales still shining from the soap she used. Barb then wrapped the towel around her chest and stomach and walked to the sink. She got her toothbrush and noticed that now it looked a bit small for her claws. In fact she was sure wouldn’t be able to hold it that well, so she put it back.
“I guess I will go one day without brushing.” Barb talked to herself while moving some spikes on her head, realizing how flexible they were, almost like real hair. “These side effects are giving me a ton of surprises.”
Not wanting to spend any longer, Barb went back to the bedroom to put some clothes on. Taking off the towel and putting it in the hamper near Twilight’s desk, she went to the closet and picked out a purple T-shirt and blue jeans. She looked back in the closet and saw some bras and underwear. Barb debated if she should wear them, but soon realized that the bras probably wouldn’t fit, and she had no idea what Twilight did while wearing some of the underwear, so she decided not to wear them.
After putting on her clothes (and fixing the shirt to make sure that it showed very little of her cleavage) she went downstairs to find Twilight eating some breakfast, a scroll right beside her.
“Morning, Twilight,” Barb smiled as she sat down across from Twilight.
Twilight looked up and smiled back at Barb, “Morning, Spike.” Twilight greeted, only noticing what she said a few seconds later, which caused her to droop her head in embarrassment. “Sorry, Barb, I forgot.”
Barb couldn't help but giggle, “It’s okay, Twilight, I didn't expect you to call me Barb immediately.” She reassured her by putting her hand on the purple alicorn’s shoulder, which caused Twilight to give a small smile.
Taking her hand away, Barb turned to the scroll and picked it up.
“A message to Celestia, I’m guessing?”
Twilight nodded, “Yeah, Spi… I mean, Barb, I am asking Celestia if the Canterlot Library has any books about raw magic, and what exactly happened to you.” she explained, once again mixing up Barb’s name.
Barb nodded, showing that she understood. Taking the scroll and deeply inhaling, she blew her magic fire, and the letter turned to smoke and went out the window.
“I guess we wait now,” Barb said, getting a bowl and putting cereal in it, with some milk of course. Just before Barb could take her first bite, she felt her stomach rumble, and burped out a scroll. She couldn't help but shout, “How in Faust’s name does she write so fast!?”
Twilight giggled and unrolled the scroll. When she read it, she closed her eyes and sighed.
“What is is, sis?” Barb asked. Twilight passed the scroll to her and gave her answer, “Read.”
Barb shrugged her shoulders and began reading.
Dear Twilight Sparkle,
I read your letter, and while I wish I could help, I can’t. You see, it has been so long since somepony wanted to study raw magic that I forget if there even is a book on it, and I don’t think a spell will change Barb. Also, I am having a problem with the Griffin Emperor, as he demands an apology for being called, and I quote “an overweight bird that can’t fly”. Unfortunately the one that called him that is currently hiding, and before you ask, it was not Blueblood; it was my new captain of the guard… he was drunk. So my sister and I have to keep him calm until the captain comes back. That means that I won’t be able to look for it, but I did arrange a chariot to pick you up. I hope you understand.
Your Teacher and Princess,
Celestia.
Barb sighed and looked back at Twilight, “I guess I will have to look over the library till you get back?” she asked, even though she knew what the answer was.
“I guess so,” Twilight got up and began to walk up the stairs. “I am going to pack my things, you don’t mind cleaning up a bit, do you?”
“No problem, Twi, just let me finish my breakfast first.”
After said breakfast was done, Barb picked up her and Twilight’s bowls and put them in the sink, and began to do her cleaning. After a while Twilight came back down with a suitcase, putting it down by the front door.
Barb walked out of the kitchen to talk to Twilight, her claws clicking against the floor every step she took, making the place seem calm. Once she reached Twilight, she noticed that Twilight seemed sad.
“Is something wrong?”
“I can’t help but think that this is my fault; my magic turned you into a dragoness, and now I have to leave to fix it. I should be here to make sure that nothing happens to you,” Twilight answered, her voice quiet as she looked out the window. She was caught by surprise when Barb gave her a hug from behind.
“It isn’t your fault, Twilight, it was an accident. Besides, I can look after myself, you have nothing to worry about,” Barb said, reassuring Twilight.
Twilight smiled and gave Barb a hug back. “Okay, I believe you,”
The moment was cut short as the chariot stopped in front of the library. Twilight grabbed her suit and went to the door, but turned to the dragoness. “I took about half my clothes, so I think you need to visit Rarity to make you some more fitting ones,”
“Okay, Twi, I will. I hope I will see you soon.” Barb waved goodbye to Twilight, who waved back before opening the door. Barb watched Twilight get into the chariot, which soon flew off towards Canterlot.
“Well, I guess I better close the library up for the day,” Barb said to herself, grabbing the library key from the key bowl. As she went out the library, she closed the door and locked it. She then put the key in her left pocket, and began her trek to the Carousel Boutique.
Barb’s walk caused her to notice some things. She noticed that her hips would sway from each step she took, also that some of the stallions would give her a quick look before going back to what they were doing. Of course some of the stallions decided to look at her longer than she would have liked, but there was nothing she could do about it, other than glare at them. If she was really lucky, a mare (possibly their marefriends) would slap them.
Barb soon made it to the Boutique, glad that she was finally away from the prying eyes of stallions. “I swear, with the way those stallions were staring at me, it was like I had a giant bug on my back.”
Barb opened the door to hear the bell ringing, signaling a customer. The moment she closed the door, she heard Rarity’s voice from the other room.
“~I’m Coming,” Rarity said in a sing-song tone. She went into the main room, her purple curls slightly bouncing from each step. She was wearing her red rimmed glasses and had measuring tape draped across her shoulders. The marshmallow colored mare took a look at the dragoness in her shop and couldn't help but think that she looked familiar.
“Welcome to my boutique, is there anything you need, miss?” Rarity asked in a professional manner.
“I do, Rarity. New clothes. I can’t keep wearing Twilight's,”
Rarity stared in shock at the dragoness; how did she know her name? And why was she wearing Twilight clothes?
“Why are you stealing my friend’s clothes?” Rarity asked accusingly, crossing her arms and glaring at the purple dragoness.
“You see, Rarity, it is because I am Twilight's number 1 assistant,” the dragoness answered.
At first Rarity wanted to keep questioning the dragoness, but when she thought about it, her eyes widened. The purple scales, green spine, the fact she knew Rarity’s name, and that she said that she was Twilight’s assistant. Only one conclusion came to mind.
“Spike?”
The dragoness nodded, and was caught off guard when the marshmallow unicorn ran up to her and checked her body.
“What happened to you?” Rarity asked, concern evident in her tone.
Barb sighed and begun her explanation. “It all happened yesterday. I was cleaning the lab when I turned on one of the machines. While I was looking for a way to turn it off, the raw magic that happened to be inside went into me, turning me into the dragoness you see now.”
Rarity listened and couldn’t help but think that Twilight had something to do with the raw magic, but she wasn't about to ask Spike about it.
“Is there anything else that changed because of this?”
“Well I feel naked if I don’t wear anything, I am now into stallions, and I changed my name to Barb,” Barb answered, feeling slightly embarrassed that she admitted that she likes stallions.
“Barb? Why would you change your name? And why not to something like Spines?”
“Well, Rarity, Spike didn't really fit me anymore. Also Spines? That just sounds dumb,” Barb said, giving Rarity a look of disbelief.
“Well, somepony may like that name, I sure do,” Rarity admitted, crossing her arms and slightly turning away.
Barb wanted to disagree, but shook her head, “We are getting off topic, can you please make me some clothes that, in my new form, is appropriate to wear?”
“Of course, darling, but I am afraid that I used up most of my fabric and won’t be able to get some till tomorrow.” Rarity explained, getting an understanding nod from Barb.
“I see, well I better get going now, I’ll come by tomorrow,” Barb was about to walk out the door when Rarity grabbed her wrist.
“Darling, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't help you in some way?”
“A friend who knows that I need to get back home?” Barb answered hesitantly, worried what Rarity was planning, but it couldn’t be good.
Rarity ignored the answer and answered the question herself, “A bad friend, and since you are now a beautiful, young dragoness, I am going to make sure you are the envy of all mares in Ponyville.” She declared, looking up to the sky as she smiled.
Barb, on the other hand, knew what her friend was planning and worry quickly turned to fear. “You're not planning what I think you’re planning, right?” she asked, hoping that she was wrong.
“Yes I am; we are going to the spa!”
The color from Barb’s face drained; sure, she'd gone to the spa before, when she was a baby drake, but now she would most likely get the full treatment.
“T-that is nice of you, but I really must get… AH!” Barb tried to decline, but was interrupted as Rarity pushed her out of the door, which caused a red stranger to plunge face first into her cleavage. Barb blushed and was going to apologize, until the stranger took his face out and she got a good look at him, which caused her to growl in anger.
“Hey, watch where you’re going!” yelled the stranger, who turned out to be a teenage dragon, about the same age as Barb, wearing black jeans and a black jacket. He did not have time to say anything else as he got a punch to the face from Barb, which knocked him out.
Rarity stared in shock at what she saw happen; what caused Barb to just punch that dragon in the face?
“Come on, Rarity, let’s get to the spa,” Barb said, stomping away.
“But what about this dragon!?” Rarity yelled, wincing as she saw the black eye that the dragon now had.
“He deserved it!” Barb yelled back, continuing her trek to the spa.
Rarity wanted to help the dragon up, but did not want Barb to cause any problems in her sudden anger, so she ran after the dragoness.
10 minutes later, the dragon got up, rubbing his head, wincing in pain. “Okay, I have no idea who she is, but no dragon punches Garble and just walks away!” Garble soon began his search for the dragoness, while cursing from the pain.