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(He/They) Sometimes you just want to hear your favorite story told a little different

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Spike and Thorax have been living together for a while. One day, Thorax comes home and seems just a little bit different. Spike has a conversation with him about colors.

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Written for the M/M Shipping Contest 2022!
Cover art and Older!Spike design by me.

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I feel like this works better without being a metaphor at all -- changelings can turn into anything they want but so many of them stick with a "main form", which could be because of some limitation (e.g. costs too much energy to be out of the main form too long), or maybe it's because they need to stay in their main form to avoid confusing the kids watching the television their friends. I can easily imagine a schoolkid changeling getting bullied for not sticking with one look. Good on Thorax for wearing whatever form he wants on a given day.

But you could of course carry that to any kind of LGBT fluidity you want.

Thanks for writing!

I read it as a metaphor for genderfluidity, but that's possibly my own genderfluidity getting in the way. Certainly, there's some mileage in the metaphor beyond that simple answer.

It's a good story.

This was a cute little conversation, and the way Spike reacted says a lot about their relationship. In terms of the metaphor, I think it could be a lot of things in the queer space depending on how it's read. Nice work. :rainbowkiss:

His kitchen. Twilight lived in Canterlot now so Spike did too. But as they had grown older they no longer felt the need to live together. Spike didn’t even live in the castle anymore. He had gotten his own place in Canterlot, just his.

Spike having an independent life instead of just continuing to be Twilight’s ambiguous assistant/younger brother/son/pet, love to see it!

“I’ll have to take your word for it. But I’ll relent that I don’t think about using my hands.” He squeezed the blue claws back and peered curiously at them. “Hands are good for squeezing, at least. You made them pretty small.”

aww, clawholding! and it does explain why unicorns don’t use their horns for literally everything

“Technically you were black first,” Spike corrected, even though it probably didn’t need correcting. A habit he had picked up from Twilight.

aww yeah that is a very Twilight line! though Spike had been doing that kind of sarcastic aside throughout the whole canon, so it’s also a very Spike line

“I do remember,” Spike said, voice barely above a whisper with how close their faces were, “but I also remember something even better happening and you became green. Green like a grassy field with an orange sunset over top.” He kissed the top of Thorax’s head. “I really like green, though I may be a bit biased.”

ooh, love the poetic way Spike sees Thorax’s coloration

“Bro,” he said, as romantically as physically possible,

the most romantic thing…

Thorax gave a mock gasp. “It’s not even half as good as orange!”

Spike laughed and withdrew from his partner to finish up his baking. “Unfortunately, I think you’ll be outnumbered in that opinion if we ask Twilight.”

hehe so true

What do you guys think this conversation is a metaphor for?

definitely read this is as a metaphor for genderfluidity of some sort, which is always great to explore through Changelings. thanks for writing!

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