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Chapter 1: A failed confession (properly edited)2,377 words
Chapter 2: Whatever it takes (properly edited)2,058 words
Chapter 3: A Riddle and a potion (properly edited)1,826 words
Chapter 4: Cutie Mark Crusaders to the rescue (properly edited)1,764 words
Chapter 5: Can anypony find me? (properly edited)2,862 words
Chapter 6: An emergency meeting (properly edited)2,014 words
Chapter 7: The art of courtship (properly edited)2,328 words
Chapter 8: A fresh start (properly edited)1,513 words
Chapter 9: BIG (properly edited)2,222 words
Chapter 10: Reflections (properly edited)1,935 words
Chapter 11: Discord (properly edited)2,653 words
Chapter 12: The new pony in town2,755 words
Chapter 13: Stalker4,058 words
Chapter 14: Sisters1,314 words

Chapter 11: Discord (properly edited)

“You think we got enough apples, Apple Bloom?” joked Scootaloo as she slapped the side of her full saddlebag.

“Yeyup! Ah think we gave them enough time,” replied Apple Bloom with a smug look on her face. “Let’s back now.”

The two friends giggled as they began their short walk back to the clubhouse. They had gone back to Sweet Apple Acres, to give their friends a chance to talk and be alone.

“Hey, Apple Bloom… I’ve been meaning to ask, but," inquired Scootaloo hesitantly, "what’s it like to have a big brother?”

“What? Yah mean Big Mac?” pondered Apple Bloom. “Ah dunno, okay I guess. Ah love him and all if that’s what you’re askin? Why do ya ask?

“Just wondering,” replied Scootaloo.

The mood between the two became suddenly awkward as they wandered back.

“Have yah got a letter from your Dad?” Apple Bloom asked hoping to change the subject. “Wasn’t he off on a trip somewhere?”

“Yeah he was,” replied Scootaloo sadly, “but, I haven’t heard from him in a while. He goes off so often I hardly see him. This time he was supposed to be back last month. Guess he’s still out there … sigh, I just miss him.”

Before Apple Bloom could dig any deeper, the two fillies stopped and watched Sweetie Belle and Spike running out of the clubhouse, following a yellow cloud with a strange looking creature on top of it.

“Where are those two going?” asked Scootaloo.

“Ah don’t know but we better follow them,” said Apple Bloom, dropping her saddlebag and galloping after them.

The draconequus was singing loudly, proudly and terribly off key whilst performing amazing aerial acrobatics on top of a yellow cloud. His eyes were slammed shut as he focused heavily on his singing, oblivious unable to hear the sound of a white filly calling his name just beneath him.

"Discord! Discord!"

"Fa La Head Sha La," sang Discord before pausing for a moment with a claw underneath his chin. “Actually, I don’t think I remember the rest of the lyrics. Oh well.”

"DISCORD!"

Discord stopped abruptly in mid-air. However, the cloud continued projecting forward. Floating for a moment, he shook his head from side to side searching for the source of the voice that called his name.

"DISCORD!" shouted Sweetie Belle as she galloped chasing after him.

“Ooo! What do we have here?” grinned Discord. He disappears in a flash of light and reappears in front of the filly at the base of a hill. ”Why isn't it one of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, Rarity’s little sister … Taco Bell was it?”

“It’s Sweetie Belle,” corrected the white unicorn. “Discord, can-

“Wait, wait, are you a Cutie Mark Crusader or are you considered marked now? I can never quite tell,” he joked shrugging his shoulders.

“Discord.”

“See I still haven’t got mine,” he complained as he shoved his expanded rear end in front of her face. “I’ve tried everything, but nothing works.”

“Discord,” groaned Sweetie Belle as Spike arrived. Spike keeled over, panting as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Oh, if it isn’t Spike too,” he said clapping his claw and paw together. “For what do I owe the pleasure?”

"Discord, we need your help," said Sweetie Belle.

"Sweetie Belle what are you- oomph" before he could finish, however, Sweetie Belle, nudged him into his side, cutting him off as she stared at Discord.

Intrigued, he conjured up a business chair and desk, wearing a tailored suit. He sat on the chair whilst smoking a bubble pipe. “What can I do for you?” asked Discord with a curious, smug look.

“Can you turn Spike into a pony?” she asked directly.

“WHA- oomph.”

“Hmm… maybe I can,” he said at first with a smile before spinning on his chair facing them with a frown. “Maybe I can’t. It really depends on the weather,” he said whilst pulling out a weather map and pointing to the forecast. “Hmm … a meteor shower over Ponyville. That can’t be right?”

Sweetie Belle let out an exasperated groan. “Discord!”

"Yes, Yes, Yes. I heard you the first time. Sheesh, you don’t need to get so antsy," said Discord dismissively. He then turned to look at the Spike and Sweetie Belle who were waiting anxiously for his answer. “So you want me to change him into a pony? Tell me; this doesn’t have anything to do with Spike’s twice failed attempt to win Rarity affections?” he inquired in a mocking sympathetic tone. "Hmmm?”

“How did you-?”

“Oh Spikey-Wikey, everypony knows,” said Discord wearing a Rarity mask. “Don’t worry though, your secret’s safe with me,” he winked before laughing aloud.

“Discord, please focus,” said Sweetie Belle. "Will you change him into a pony?

"Pardon me, Shiny Shells, why should I help exactly?"

“We don’t need to do this,” whispered Spike, pleading with Sweetie Belle to leave. But she ignored him.

"Please," she pestered.

"Hmmm … you haven’t convinced me,” he said provocatively whilst swinging on a hammock. The hammock disappeared in a puff of smoke, and Discord reappeared magically above her, his face within inches of hers.

“Tell me something though,” he began with a sadistic grin and standing straight. “What is it like to be under the constant shadow of your sister?”

“What are talking about?” she asked hesitantly.

“Rarity, your sister. A hero. A member of the Mane Six. The very symbol of generosity. A successful business mare,” explained Discord with mocked admiration. Sweetie Belle and Spike glanced at each other questionably as Discord continued. Neither liked the direction of this conversation.

“Your parents and friends must be so proud of her,” he sung with high praise and esteem, wiping away a proud tear. He sighs sombrely. Suddenly his face turned menacingly, and his tone changed becoming vicious and vile. “Whereas you will always play second fiddle to everything she does."

Her eyes widen in shock as a figure of Rarity stands tall looming over the filly, as a crowd of ponies rush towards her knicking Sweetie Belle to the ground. The figure is blowing kisses to her fans as she waves them down eagerly. "All your achievements will pale when compared to the fantastic Rarity. The little sister of a greater pony.”

These words and images had cut her deeper than any knife could. Her heart was breaking as she shivered. Her eyes began to water as Discord continued his relentless sadistic rant.

“Nopony to notice you, whilst your sister remains in the spotlight. Forever in the spotlight and you ... in the shadows.”

Sweetie Belle blocked her ears and resisted the urge to cry, slamming her eyes shut. “Sure some ponies will say they love you, but you know it’s all a token gesture. All they actually want is to be with your sister, Rarity,” wailed Discord mockingly as the figures of her two friends magically appear. Their eyes cold, distant and full of disdain as they bore into the white unicorn.

Didn't yah realize, Sweetie Belle, we were only friends with you because we wanted to get closer to Rarity, sneered a shadow image of Apple Bloom.

She's a hero! A real mare to look up to and admire. You're just a back-up. A replacement, laughed the shadow image of Scootaloo.

Stifling her tears, she calmed as a reassuring claw was placed on her shoulder. "Spike," she muttered hopefully, but the color of her face drained as the dragon smiled cruelly.

Why would I want you? I will only ever loved, Rarity, he smiled coldly. You're just a tool for me to get to her.

Sweetie Belle wasn’t able to hold on for much longer, as two strands of tears rolled down her cheek. “Well Rarity 2.0? Tell me how does that feel?”

“Discord! That is enough!” shouted Spike angrily, snapping Sweetie Belle from her depressed state. The haunting images disappeared as he moved in front of her, glaring angrily at the startled draconequus.

“What is this?” said Discord was taken aback.

“Spike,” sniffed Sweetie Belle, wiping away her tears.

“Her name is Sweetie Belle,” roared Spike with a clenched fist. “And she is a star in her own right. Brighter than any other I’ve ever seen. She will be a great mare just you watch.”

“Really?” asked Discord.

“Yes, she is!” bellowed Spike, “and you better apologize to her right now.”

He never felt so angry than he ever had been before. How dare he insult his friend like this, and for no reason other than to upset her. Discord shifted his gaze between the dragon and the unicorn, hiding a smirk before shrinking in size and humbling his appearance.

“I am sorry,” he said as he lowered his head apologetically. “I may have taken it a bit too far.”

Spike wasn’t ready to forgive him, but Sweetie Belle gently pushed him to the side. “Will you change him, please,” she begged once more.

“Don’t bother Sweetie Belle,” sneered Spike. “He's just a jerk.”

Discord hung his head in shame and looked up at her pleading face. “I will do it," he said before reappearing to his normal size. "For you, Sweet Cheeks.”

At these words, Spike jaw dropped. “You will?”

“You WILL?” shrieked Sweetie Belle giddily and jumping on the spot.

“Careful with that squealing will you!” he responded annoyed as he covered his ears. “You could damage somepony. Yes, I will, but I must stipulate a few conditions. In order for my magic to work, I will need to turn a pony into a dragon, so that Spike can become a pony. It is the natural order of magical transformations that requires it so.”

“I never heard of that,” remarked Spike cautiously.

“Well that’s the price,” asserted Discord, crossing his limbs. “Take it or leave it.”

“Is it permanent?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Afraid so,” said Discord apathetically.

“I’ve had enough of this. Forget it, come on Sweetie Belle,” snapped Spike as he stomps away.

“We’ll do it,” said Sweetie Belle standing firm.

Spike looked at her in shock. Sweetie Belle would do something like chance her species just so he could have a shot at Rarity. He couldn’t believe it. “What are you - oomph- will you stop that!” “What are you - oomph- will you stop that!”

“Change me into a dragon, so that Spike can become a Pony.”

Spike shifted his body in front of hers, placing his claws over her shoulders. “No, Sweetie Belle, you don’t need to do this.”

“I want to, Spike,” she said smiling with a hoof on her chest. He looked into her eyes hoping to reason with her but she was stubborn in her resolve and refused to yield. She wanted Spike to be happy, and after that gallant display, he deserved that.

He looked away and sighed defeatedly.

“Oh huzzah! My good deed for the day. Fluttershy will be so proud,” cheered Discord.

“No, wa-”

Without any further protest from Spike. He snapped his fingers between his paws, and within an instant, Spike and Sweetie Belle are engulfed in two pink bubbles levitating them above the ground. He then removes his fang, and with a toothless grin, pops both bubbles to reveal a baby dragon and a young unicorn.

“Hmm … something’s not quite right,” he muttered to himself as he reads his magical cookbook. “Oh, I know what it is! The spell hasn’t quite finished baking, sorry back you go!”

Spike shakes his head furiously to regain his senses. “Hey, Disco-”

Spike is interrupted as Discords grabs them both and throws them into a large oven. Setting the timer, he waits for a few seconds. He looks up the hill and sneers.

“Is that Discord?”

“Ah dunno, Scoots,” answered Apple Bloom, “but he can’t be up to any good. Let’s go down and find out.”

“Yeah -woah? HEY!” growled Scootaloo as she and Apple Bloom are pulled off the ground, held up by their tails.

“PUT US DOWN,” demanded Apple Bloom as she struggles to break free.

“Sorry but you are going to have to wait,” said Discord dismissively as he encapsulates them in a magical chest.

“LET US OUT” protested the fillies.

At the base of the hill, the timer ticks for a few more seconds before it rings loudly. Smiling sadistically, Discord teleports back to the large oven and slams the door wide open. Steam comes gushing out.

“Ah, there we go much better,” he said pleased with himself. “We can’t let Rarity see you as a colt, now can we?”

The dragon and the pony lay dazed and confused.

“Huh, wha?” groaned Spike, as he tried to regain his senses.

“Did it work?” asked Sweetie Belle dazed and confused.

“Of course, it did,” huffed Discord as he conjured a full-length mirror and placed it in front of them. “Did I give you any reason to doubt me?”

The two looked at their reflection in shock and awe. Spike trembled. Standing before them was a young, dashingly handsome young stallion, with a purple coat and bright green mane.

“Sweet Celestia,” he muttered in disbelief, even as he rubbed his face incredulously with his hooves.

Hooves. His hooves. His face broke into a wide grin.

“Look at me., I’m gorgeous! AHA!” he sang whilst dancing and prancing about in jubilee. “Good gracious, my voice! Sweetie Belle, can you believe it!”

He turned to face Sweetie Belle, who now resembled a full-grown, adult dragon. She couldn’t believe her transformation either. She was nearly double the size of Ember, with huge white wings and an impressive dangerously looking spiked tail. Her horns were pink matching her previous mane. She used her now forked tongue over her sharp fangs. Her features gave her a terrifying appearance that even scared herself.

“Congratulations, Spike,” she replied sadly in a deep voice.

As Spike continued to relish in his image, Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but anguish over her own.

“Also I should mention if you reveal who you truly are or Rarity figures it out, the spell breaks and you revert to your normal selves again,” warned Discord. “Now, I must get going, I do have a party to get ready for.”

“Huh what? Wait,” shouted Sweetie Belle but it was too late as Discord disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

At that same moment, the spell containing Scootaloo and Apple Bloom in a magical chest was released and they were free. The two landed hard on the ground momentarily dazed and confused.

“Grrr. Ah’m gonna tell Applejack the minute Ah get home,” growled Apple Bloom as she rubs her head.

“No time for that now, we have to hurry,” shouted Scootaloo, beckoning her friend to follow.

Apple Bloom nods, galloping down the hill beside Scootaloo. Whatever Discord was planning, it wasn’t good. As they near their destination, however, they stop abruptly and hide behind a nearby tree, shaking in fear. The sight confused them, as much as it scared them.

“Thank you, thank you!” said the unicorn as he hugged the belly of a giant furious white dragon who was blushing a deep shade of red.

“You better get going,” said the dragon in deep, husky voice.

“I will,” he declared as he turned and galloped away leaving the dragon behind. “Wait for me, Rarity.”

The dragon waved goodbye, and remained stationary for a moment. As the stallion’s moves further away, however, the dragon begins to start pacing up and down as though contemplating her next move.

“What on earth?” asked Apple Bloom in a quiet whisper.

They continue watching as the dragon seemingly changed her mind and follows the stallion galloping towards Ponyville.

“What the hay is going on?” asked Apple Bloom.

“Ah don’t know, but we have to save that pony and warn Ponyville!” yelled Scootaloo as she galloped at full speed.

Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment but joins her friend’s eager chase. She couldn’t help but think about whether she had recognized those two figures.

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