Finn

by Bluecatcinema

Time's Up

Spike could barely sleep that night, and not just because he found it hard to get comfortable in his new form. He was so excited about his "date" with Rarity that he had to struggle to keep his eyes closed, and constantly tossed and turned in the spare bed, which he occupied because he had become too large for his usual basket.

The next morning, he woke up, went downstairs (With some difficulty, due to his increased number of legs) and ate breakfast with Twilight. The two had a bowl of hay each (Spike's new digestive system naturally being incapable of handling the gemstones he normally ate). Although Spike generally disliked hay (unless it was extra-crispy), his pony tastebuds allowed him to savour the taste in a way he never had before.

After breakfast, Spike quickly made his way to the bathroom, where he washed and preened himself, making sure he looked absolutely perfect.

"About time." Smirked Twilight as Spike came back down the stairs. "I was beginning to think you'd jammed up the plumbing again."

"Hey, that was an accident!" Spike replied hotly.

"Surrrre it was." Twilight said coolly.

"I'd love to stick around and play the blame game, but I gotta get goin'." Spike declared.

"What's the big rush?" Inquired Twilight.

"Oh, you know, just... wanna make the most of my last remaining hours as a pony." Shrugged Spike. "By the way, exactly when will my twenty-four hours be up?"

"The spell should wear off at exactly 12:35 p.m." Twilight declared.

'And my lunch with Rarity is at 12:00.' thought Spike. 'Should be plenty of time left for me to excuse myself before the spell wears off.'

Gleefully, Spike made for the door.

"See ya later." He called to Twilight.

"Later, pony-boy." Twilight mocked him playfully.

Spike made his way across Ponyville to the Carousel Boutique, trying his hardest not to break into a mad dash there, which would would have made him look quite odd in the eyes of anypony he passed by.

As he finally reached his intended destination, Spike steadied himself, took a deep breath, then knocked on the door. A moment later, the door opened to reveal Rarity, who had dressed for the occasion, wearing a lavender gown, her mane tied with a jewel-encrusted hairclip. Spike found himself speechless, awestruck by the subtle increase in the unicorn mare's beauty.

"Well, hello." Smiled Rarity, pleased that she had incurred such a reaction. "Do come in, good sir."

"O-okay." Mumbled Spike, snapping out of his bedazzled state. "After you, dear lady."

Rarity led Spike to an eleborately set table in the centre of the Boutique's main room, upon which was placed two plates of luxury fruit salads, topped with daisies. The two took their seats and began eating.

"So." Said Spike, after gulping down a mouthful. "How is the fashion business, anyway?"

"Booming, of course." Rarity replied breezily, delicately dabbing her mouth with a napkin. "There's always a demand for high fashion, even in a small town like Ponyville."

"Oh, I know." Nodded Spike. "I'm a little into fashion, myself."

"Really?" Asked Rarity.

"Yeah, I'm a regular clothes horse!" Spike joked.

Rarity chuckled.

"Oh, Finn, you are such a delight!" She smiled.

As they continued talking, Spike lost all track of time. He still believed he had plenty of time left before he had to go.

"I must say, Finn." Smiled Rarity. "Though we have only known each other for barely a day, I feel as I have known you for much, much longer."

"Yeah, how about that?" Spike chuckled nervously.

"You're so much different from any stallion I've ever met before." Rarity continued.

"Yes, I am." Smirked Spike knowingly, thinking 'If only you knew how different...'

"And yet, your eyes seem so familar to me." Rarity declared.

"They do?" Spike was nervous again.

"Yes." Nodded Rarity. "So bright and exuberant. Friendly and lively, with a hint of mischief. They remind of somepony, but I can't quite recall who..."

"Enough about my eyes." Said Spike, trying to shift Rarity's focus. "Let's talk about yours. They're all blue and sparkly, like a pair of perfect sapphires."

"Oh, my." Blushed Rarity. "You are sweet." She shifted aside her empty plate, leaning her front hooves on the table. "So very sweet..."

As Rarity leaned forward, lips puckered, Spike couldn't believe his luck.

'I don't believe it!' He thought gleefully as he puckered his own lips, his wildest dream having finally come true. 'I'm actually going to kiss Rarity!'

As he leaned forward, eyes closed, he failed to realise that his body was starting to glow. As his form exploded in a flash of purple light, the brightness was enough to make Rarity open her own eyes, and she saw that, where "Finn" had once sat, there was only Spike, his scaly lips puckered.

"What. Is. The meaning. Of this?" She asked, her voice full of quiet fury.

"Whatever do you mean, dear lady?" Spike said in his deep voice, totally unaware of what had just happened. Rarity responded by looking him up and down, prompting him to do the same. "Oh." He gulped.

"I repeat: What is the meaning of this?" Rarity snarled, her horn crackling with blue energy.

"Oh, well, I, uh..." Spike stuttered.

"Was all this some kind of a joke?" Rarity asked angrily. "Did you think you could have some fun by making me look the fool?"

"No, no, it's not what you think..." Spike vainly tried to explain.

But Rarity had heard enough. Her horn glowing brightly, she used her magic to lift balls of yarn and rolls of fabric into the air, and then hurled them at the young dragon.

"Get out." She hissed. "Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

Spike didn't need to be told twice. Under a hailstorm of wool and fabrics, he charged towards the door. Once outside, he ran all the way back to the library, no longer caring if anypony noticed. As he entered, Twilight noticed his breathless arrival.

"What's wrong, Spike?" She asked.

"A lot." Spike sighed guiltily. The look on Rarity's face had hurt him a lot more then the fashion accoutrements she had thrown at him. "Twilight, I did a bad thing. A very bad thing..."

As Twilight sat down, Spike explained everything.

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"The spell should wear off at exactly 12:35 a.m." Twilight declared.

That should be 12:35 PM, since it wears off just after lunch rather than just after midnight.