Spike meets a genie, and immediately gets himself into a lot of trouble
Some wishes are best left unmade. Then again, sometimes they play out horribly right. On this fateful occasion, Spike's encounter with an eccentric genie will give him the opportunity he's been craving since day one in ponyville. A chance to draw the affections of the lovely Ms. Rarity.
"Stupid stupid Star Shine," Spike grumbled as he kicked a pebble down a dirt path.
The young dragon was feeling particularly miserable today, all because his one true love decided to chase another stallion today. Yes, it was true, Rarity had another crush. This time it was a fashion producer named Star Shine. Apparently some of Rarity's designs had made an impression on him and he had come to Ponyville to personally request her presence at a fashion show in Trottingham. Of course, Rarity spent the whole time doting over him while at the same time making Spike fetch them both drinks.It wasn't fair to him at all.
Spike loved Rarity, and he has spent over a year waiting on her every whim. Why couldn't she ever love him back? He continued brooding over this point while he continued to walk and kick at pebbles. He was walking down a road that would eventually lead to the Everfree forest. All this stress has made him sick to his stomach, so he was going to see if Zecora had a special remedy for dragons.
Spike continued walking when his purple scaled foot met something that definitely wasn't a pebble.
"Ouch!" He exclaimed and started hopping on one foot. To his surprise, so did whatever he kicked.
"Do you mind?" the object asked.
"What? who's there?"
Spike brushed the dirt off of a half buried tea cup.
"Oh, just the guy who's home you are stepping on you dolt," the tea cup retorted.
"I'm sorry, uhm, mister. You are in the middle of the road though."
"Well if I could see outside of this wretched prison then I would take more care as to where it lands."
Spike was more than a little confused. He hooked his claws around the rim of the porcelain cup and pulled it out of the ground. He then noticed there was a metal lid on it, which seemed a bit odd and out of place.
"Say," began the cup in a sly voice, "you wouldn't mind brushing me off a bit would you? It would be nice to be rid of this irritating dirt."
"Sure thing. I guess it's the least I can do."
Spike started to rub the dirt off. He didn't get very far though, because after the third pass, the cup burst to life. The metal lid flew off, and a huge red storm cloud billowed out. Spike instantly dropped it out of fright.
The cloud wriggled and writhed like a snake. It continued to rise, but still seemed tethered to the tea cup by a tiny wisp of cloud. Spike watched as the end of the cloud slowly took the form of an earth pony. It was dark orange with a black mane and glowing red eyes. The cloud stopped forming into a pony about halfway down its body. It loomed over spike with an elated grin.
"Freedom at last! Hahahaha! Thank you little dragon. It feels soooo good to be out here in the open!"
"Uhm, sure thing mister."
"Well, I'm sure you didn't do it out of the goodness of your own heart, so what will it be? An infinitely large hoard? A couple of lusty dragon dames? Actually you look a bit young for that. Hmmm. Anyway, spit it out youngling!"
The abrupt anger in the cloud pony's voice startled Spike. This stranger's mood seemed to change with no reason or warning.
"Hey, you're a genie aren't you."
The genie in question rolled his eyes.
"Yes of course I am. How can you.. just... GAH never mind make your wish so I don't have to be around you anymore."
"Aren't genies supposed to grant three wishes? And for that matter, aren't they also supposed to live in lamps, not teacups?"
"DIDN'T YOUR PARENTS EVER TELL YOU NOT TO LOOK A GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH!?"
The ground trembled as the genie grew increasingly angry. The cloud that tethered him to the teacup flashed and rumbled like a thundercloud.
"And for your information," he continued in a pleasant voice, "the rent on lamps is terribly exorbitant. That is a lot of gold I do not have."
Spike had no idea what a gift horse was, but he figured he would keep the unnecessary questions to a minimum.
"I wish Rarity would love me," Spike said to himself.
"What's that I hear," The genie asked enthusiastically, "a desperate cry for love? Well I think I can do that. I'll even make your three wishes for you so I can get it just right."
"I thought you only granted one-"
"TOO LATE, you said the words and your wish is my command. Now, let's see what this 'Rarity' looks like shall we?"
The genie reached down into Spike's frilly green ear and pulled out a small red tinted picture of Rarity. It exemplified her immensely beautiful features as Spike saw them. He wondered if he could hold onto that picture when the genie was done with it.
Spike's thought's were interrupted by intense bellowing laughter. The genie was writhing and clutching his chest as he laughed.
"This is your dearest love? AHAHAHA It's a pony. A PONY. I've heard of playing with your food before, but this is just... AHAHAHAHHH."
Spike looked down in dismay. Everyone, including Twilight, had told him his infatuation was ridiculous. Now even complete strangers mocked him about his love for Rarity. Despite his frustration, he did not protest, he was begining to think he deserved the ridicule.
"Eyy," the genie said in a brand new accent he had never used before, "don't be so down man. I'll hook you up, you know what I'm saying? I'll give you 24 hours of all the loving you could want okay? The moment that pretty dame lays eyes on you, she'll be all kinds of into you, ya dig? Really into you if you know what I mean hehehe."
With that, the genie took out a glowing red cloud in the shape of a heart. He shoved it into Spike's chest as if Spike were made of water.
"And now to make you more pony like," the genie continued in a fancy aristocratic voice.
He seized Spike and squished him into a ball like clay. Spike's stubby arms and legs folded in on themselves until he was nothing more than a purple ball with eyes. With a few whips of the genie's magical hooves, he began to sculpt Spike into a pony. He worked so fast, Spike didn't even notice when he was being dropped. With an "oof" Spike landed hard on his face. As he picked himself up, he immediately noticed a set of purple hooves instead of claws. His legs were super short, and he didn't feel as tall as Twilight or any of the other ponies he knew.He had been turned into a colt instead of a full grown pony. He stared in open mouthed shock at his new body as the genie continued his transformation
"And finally, we man you up a bit."
With a puff of smoke, the genie summoned a big tank with a hose on it. The only defining feature of the large metallic object was a symbol that looked like a circle with an arrow coming out of it.
The genie grabbed the hose and shoved the nozzle into Spike's gaping mouth. After closing it tight, he began to pump lots and lots of gross tasting foam down Spike's throat. The poor ex-dragon felt his body expanding. His eyes bulged out of his head, his joints popped and crackled, and his whole body screamed in protest. The process took several agonizing seconds. Once the hose was removed, Spike immediately began coughing.
"Well, lover boy, what do you think?"
Spike looked up at a hand held mirror the genie was holding in front of his face. He was a stallion now. A full grown, rather handsome pony. He was still purple with a green mane, and still had slit pupils.
"Well I guess I-" Spike cut himself short as he noticed his new pony voice.
"Woah. This is going to take some getting used to. Are you sure this will get Rarity to love me?"
"Oh yeah she will," the genie chuckled, "now go get her stud."
With a snap of his fingers, the genie was gone. The red cloud rapidly sealed itself inside its prison once more. The teacup then launched itself into the air like a rocket and flew off into the horizon. Spike similarly felt himself being lifted off his new hooves. Spike watched as the ground grew further away at an increasingly rapid rate. He was hurtled head over tail straight towards Ponyville. He yelled and flailed around in midair, trying to right himself. He just caught sight of the ground once again as it came up to meet him. The last thing Spike could think was, "This is going to hurt."
"Oh you poor thing. You must have really hit your head hard."
Spike awoke to the sound of the most beautiful voice in the world. It was a voice he has heard many times before. He was glad to hear it today, because after that wicked dream, he needed the comfort of the one he loved.
"Oh Rarity, I had the strangest-" Spike cut himself off again. His voice was still weird like it was towards the end of that dream. His eyes snapped open and he looked at his claws. Sure enough, they were hooves now. It wasn't a dream. That Genie was real!
"I'm sorry, have we met," Rarity asked.
For the first time, Spike looked at Rarity and gasped. She sat there beside him as he lay on her bed with a frozen bag of peas on his head. Somehow she was even more beautiful than before. Her elegant lines were the same, her beautiful sparkling eyes were the same, but for some reason they had this other appeal Spike couldn't describe. He felt hungry, but not the food kind of hungry. It was the weirdest sensation he had ever felt.
"Uhm... no but, uh, I've heard of you. Yeah, you're a big name where I come from," Spike responded hastily. Explaining the genie and his transformation could get awkward and complicated.
"Oh really? Where are you from?"
"I'm from uh, Canterlot, yeah that's it."
"Canterlot? really? I absolutely adore that city! And I'm so glad you've heard of my work. You have no idea how that makes me feel."
Something else Spike noticed was that Rarity was looking at him rather wantonly. Her gaze kept wondering over him like he were a rare vintage dress. Spike noted that it was the way she sometimes looked at pony's like Trenderhoof.
With that, Spike's mood heightened greatly. Maybe the genie had done it. Now Rarity would love him back. Maybe he could even get a kiss before the day was done. The thought excited Spike, and he tested his theory.
"So, Rarity, my name is... Hearth Fire, and thanks for helping me after my... fall."
"Oh, it's no problem dear. You gave me the most awful fright when you fell in front of my shop. It's the least I can do."
Spike got to his feet and tested his footing.
"You're too kind. I should make it up to you. Maybe we can have dinner?"
Spike internally patted himself on the back for being so smooth.
"Oh I'm sure somepony like you can do plenty to make it up to me," Rarity said, taking a few steps forward.
Spike's heart stopped. Her expression, her approach, it all reminded him of the time he had given her the fire ruby. Was he really going to get that kiss already? He leaned in, puckered his lips, and closed his eyes. This was truly the best day ever.
Spike was surprised when Rarity mashed her lips against his, and kissed him aggressively. She breathed heavily and stuck her tongue into his mouth. Spike wasn't quite ready for this new experience. He had no idea this was how lovers kissed. If he had, he would have practiced in front of a mirror more.
Rarity continued to wiggle her tongue around in Spike's mouth and press herself against him. Spike, at that moment, felt like exploding with a mixture of joy and confusion. He ran a hoof through her voluptuous blue mane It was the best experience of his life for all of five seconds until he noticed something wrong between his hind legs. He felt a weird pressure, and his private area growing larger. He panicked and broke the kiss with Rarity.
"I'm sorry,” she said hurriedly, “I don't usually do that. I just, don’t know what has come over me. Please forgive me?"
"Oh no it's fine, I just feel a little funny is all."
"You poor dear. Are you all right? Is it your head?"
"Well no, I just have uhm this pain in my leg, so I should probably just lay down."
"Let me see," Rarity said, leaning in close, "I'm sure I can...oh. Oh my."
Rarity had moved around Spike's side to inspect his legs and noticed what was going on.
"Well, I guess I can feel less guilty about getting so worked up over you."
Spike froze. He was finally getting somewhere with Rarity, and this new body was about to ruin it for him.
"I can tell. You feel it too," Rarity said, "there's just this attraction, between you and I, this hot irresistible force."
"Wait... what?"
"I want you Hearth Fire, like I’ve never wanted anypony before, and I know you want me too."
Spike briefly tried to contemplate what this meant over the overwhelming gambit of emotions he was feeling. He was just too happy, and embarrassed, and something else he couldn't quite describe. His thoughts were soon interrupted however, as Rarity pounced on him. She pinned him down with his back on the bed. Her front hooves pressed firmly onto Spike's chest, keeping him in position. Spike was so surprised he just stared in dumbfounded awe as the pony he loved straddled him.
"So why don't we stop kidding each other and show how we really feel?"
Spike lay there, squirming slightly as her rear end started grinding on his privates. In turn they grew even bigger, and started to... pulsate?
It would have mortified Spike had his brain not been overridden by the pure pleasure of what Rarity was doing to him. Her soft plot rubbing the shaft of his member up and down, sending all new wondrous sensations up his spine. She kissed him again as she continued to grind on him. Two kisses in one day. Spike would have to write this down in his journal, or rather, he'd have to start a journal first.
"Oh sweet Celestia," Spike gasped as his lips parted from Rarity's. Her curvaceous hindquarters making him feel better and better as time slowly went by.
"I know what you mean," Rarity said. Her breathing heavy, and her voice ragged and full of lust. She lifted her butt off of Spikes very hard member.
"You've got me so thoroughly dripping wet Hearth Fire. Take me. Take me now,"
"uhm... t-take you where?"
"Ugh, you tease!"
Rarity smiled brightly and nipped Spike's neck, a gesture he somehow found extremely arousing. She then traced a line down Spike's body with a hoof. She touched his privates, and elevated his member until it was pointing between her legs. She was hot down there. He could feel it on his skin. The sensation drove him mad.
Spike watched her as she pushed him inside her own private area. Only once had Spike ever heard mention of a mare's privates. One time he had walked in on Twilight prodding herself back there. He had asked her if she needed him to scratch an itch back there, as he sometimes did for her ears and back. Twilight simply blushed and told him that a mare's privates are off limits to every pony but the mare in question. He was never given an explanation why, but he guessed this was the reason. If this was what lover ponies did in their spare time, no wonder he almost never saw Mr. and Mrs. Cake when they weren't working at Sugar Cube Corner.
Rarity sank down on Spike's formidable pillar. Her tight inner walls squeezing him as he slid along their wet expanse. The sensation was intense and very pleasurable. Spike let out a deep groan as he felt her warm wetness. To his delight, she did it again. Lifting herself until he nearly slid out, before sliding back down. She continued this really slowly and delicately. They both moaned and sighed as Rarity rode him. Spike's deep throaty moans contrasting against Rarity's high pitched moans and whines. When she leaned down and whimpered in his ear, it was too much. Spike's moment of ecstasy peaked, followed by panic and disgust as he felt something coming out of him. Pushed Rarity off, flinging her to the other side of the bed, and watched in horror as his new pony privates spasmed, ejecting white fluid. Then, all of a sudden, it stopped.
"Oh... well I guess it was all a bit too exciting," Rarity said, a little embarrassed. She blushed and lay there next to Spike.
"Y-you, mean that's normal?"
"Why of course darling. What are you trying to say? You’ve never done this before?"
Rarity looked at Spike perplexed.
"I really don't know. I'm sorry I pushed you."
"It's quite alright... I must say this is new to me as well," Rarity said, scooting closer and stroking Spike's mane. "I understand you just want to be safe, but, you should know, it's quite alright... I can't have foals."
"Really?" Spike had never known that about Rarity. Then again, how would it ever have come up?
"Yes, well," Rarity started, blushing even redder, "at least that's what the doctor said. I had issues with my personal bits when I was maturing. Ohhh why am I telling you this."
Spike leaned over and gently kissed Rarity's cute red cheek. For some reason he was feeling more loving and brave than he had ever imagined he would be.
"That's okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed. What matters is you an me right now baby,"
Rarity giggled. "Baby? Really?"
"Well... Yes?"
Rarity smiled, closed her eyes, and kissed Spike on the lips.
"You're so cheesy."
The two lay in bed for a few moments, softly kissing one another and feeling each other's bodies. Spike mimicked Rarity's movements in a desperate attempt not to look inexperienced. It was as he was feeling up Rarity's soft belly, that he felt his member become aroused once more. He ignored it as he touched Rarity even lower. He kissed her, and closed his eyes. It was a long, loving and sensual kiss. It conveyed all of his feelings for her. All the years of watching her from a distance had come to this point. His lips touching hers, and his hoof touching her marehood. It was still very wet. He blindly caressed its folds as he kissed Rarity. In response, she moaned into his mouth. All inhibitions melted away, and Spike did what came naturally to him. He parted lips with Rarity and looked into her eyes. She stared back at him with a kind of passion he had previously only dreamed about.
"So I presume you are ready for round two?" Rarity asked softly.
Spike nodded and she smiled. She got onto all four hooves and turned way from him, wiggling her flower in his face.
For whatever reason, Spike felt compelled to stick his nose right in her business. He pressed his muzzle up against her glistening wet pussy and took a deep inhale. The scent was intoxicating and mixed with a slight hint of perfume. Spike's eyes briefly rolled into the back of his head as the sensation swept over him. A shiver traveled rapidly down his spine. When he came back to his senses he was standing behind her. She was looking over her shoulder in anticipation.
Spike quickly mounted her, wrapping his forelegs around her midsection. With a grunt, he thrust his throbbing cock forward. It seemed to have this natural ability to find her sex on its own. It slid in with ease and buried itself balls deep in her. She moaned as he slid in. Spike began thrusting, but seemed to lack the self control Rarity demonstrated when she was in control. He couldn't resist the urge compelling him to rut her nice and hard. Thrusting into her with lustful fervor, he lost himself to his primal desire. He moaned as he took her, and she panted and squealed in return. Once more, Spike felt the ecstasy of fucking the object of his lust. He shook Rarity's curvaceous body with his thrusts. His hips slapped aggressively against her soft butt and he took her for all she was worth. He was fucking her, claiming her, and pleasuring her in a way he previously could not even imagine.
Spike's lust cleared up just enough to realize he didn't feel quite complete. Even though he could hear her moan out her pleasure, he had a sudden desire to see her face as they lost themselves in their love making. Taking her from behind felt somewhat impersonal, so he mustered up the strength to stop. He slowed down and pulled his lengthy cock out. It was now dripping with her wetness. Rarity lifted her head and looked back at him.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't see your beautiful face from back here."
Rarity smiled and obliged his implied request by turning over on her back. She rolled under Spike with her hind legs spread wide open.
"Is this better?" She teased in a sultry manner.
"Very," was Spike's only response.
He stared at Rarity's spread legs as he slowly guided himself in. His eyes traveled up Rarity's body until he met her gaze. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as he entered her once more. Spike kissed her soft lips and began to thrust. Their kisses grew more passionate as their pleasure increased. Spike found it hard to make out and thrust at the same time for some reason. Rarity squirmed and pawed at his chest as his thrusts got deeper and harder. They began to rock together, the bed frame slightly creaking as it shifted back and forth. Their moaning gradually building back into the lustful chorus from before.
Rarity's marehood suddenly spasmed and clenched tight on Spike's cock. She parted lips with him and threw her head back as she opened her mouth in a silent yell of ecstasy. She exhaled heavily with the slightest hint of a moan. Her eyes closed tightly shut. Spike also found himself at climax and moaned loudly as he came. This time, he did not try to stop what his body was doing. He simply let it happen and rode the immense wave of pleasure he was feeling. He spasmed and spilled into her with great intensity as his thrusts grew erratic and slowed down.
A minute later and they were both spent. Rarity lay cradled in Spike's grasp. She had her eyes closed and was nuzzling his chest.
"I hope you know I'm not usually this kind of pony," She said finally.
"What kind of pony?"
"You know, the kind of pony that sleeps with a stallion upon meeting him. I'm usually much more proper, it's just... I don't know. I felt this irresistible urge come over me. I don't know what it means."
Rarity suddenly looked up at Spike. "Please don't think I'm some sort of frivolous tramp. What we had meant something to me."
"Of course not," Spike said brushing Rarity's mane away from her face, "you're a wonderful pony Rarity, and it meant something to me too."
Rarity smiled and hugged him tightly.
"Ohhh, it means so much to hear you say that Hearth Fire."
Spike grimaced a little. He finally had what he wanted, though it wasn't what he expected, and hearing his false name reminded him it would all end come tomorrow. He would have spent more time contemplating his exit strategy, but he suddenly felt the irresistible call of sleep, even though the sun was still out. Maybe a little nap wouldn't hurt. Besides, with Rarity cradled in his arms like this, he wasn't going anywhere anyway.
Spike lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. It was early morning now. He had spent the entirety of yesterday evening and night in Rarity's room. When they weren't going at it, they were talking and fantasizing about their dreams. Spike had heard most of it before, but she had his undivided attention as if he were learning about her all over again. Spike felt almost like a whole new dragon... or rather stallion.
He suddenly grimaced at the thought of having to change back soon. He also realized he had no idea exactly when he had been turned into a pony. Spike's thoughts were interrupted by a gentle moaning and rustling of sheets. Rarity was waking up. She arched her back, and stretched out her legs as far as they would go. She then yawned and wrapped her forelegs around Spike.
"Mmmh, good morning dear," she said lazily as she nuzzled against him.
"Good morning, my love," Spike responded.
Rarity looked up at him "my love? well that’s quite sudden don’t you think?"
"Well... I," Spike stumbled, "I just thought, you know, that I love you."
And just like that Spike's newfound confidence was gone. Rarity blushed again and gently ran a hoof across Spike's chest.
"It’s just as well anyway,” She said, "because I think I love you too."
The room grew suddenly quiet as the two of them stared at each other. All Spike could think to do was smile. He had waited for so long, and had all but given up on his hopes at hearing those words from Rarity. She had finally said it, and she was finally his. Spike leaned in and kissed her lovingly. They gently locked lips for a good long moment before parting.
"Ugh, I hope you didn't put me out of action for today, I have much to do today."
"I didn't hurt you did I?"
Rarity smiled and pecked Spike's lips, "only in the best of ways."
The way Rarity said that aroused Spike in that new way he had taken a liking to. He smiled back and leaned into her, his kisses growing more hungry and lust filled. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to try out his new body some more, there was more he wanted to do as Hearth Fire.
"I'll prepare a bath for you," Spike said softly.
"That's very sweet of you, but you should know, I am quite particular when it comes to my baths," Rarity chimed as Spike climbed awkwardly out of bed.
"One dab of blue ocean, two dabs of summer sunshine, and a hint of lavender right?"
"How did you-"
"Lucky guess" Spike said with a wink.
He went and prepared the bath just as he knew Rarity liked it. He had done this a few times before as a dragon, but found the task considerably more difficult as a pony. He kept slipping up with the various bottles, and getting the temperature just right was a chore. The task was infuriating with his clunky hooves. Spike figured Rarity didn’t really have to worry about impractical bottle design when she could telekinetically grip whatever she wanted.
Rarity walked in behind Spike and nuzzled his neck. He turned to face her and they kissed once more. Spike loved the fact that he could do that whenever he felt inclined. In the past he would just suffer in silence, his wishes and desires made manifest, no matter how badly he wanted it. Spike gestured that the bath was ready and stepped aside for Rarity to peruse his work. She thanked him with another a kiss and got in. He watched her for a brief moment when she cast a glance at him as if to say "aren't you getting in?" Now came the hardest part of the day for Spike. He leaned over the rim of the tub and kissed her yet again. There was some notable sadness in the action.
"I'm sorry, but it seems I'm already late for work."
"Awww really?" Rarity questioned with mock sadness, and a little real disappointment.
"As much as I'd love to stay with you all day, I don't want to get in trouble, my boss is probably wondering where I am."
"Well you just tell him the most beautiful mare in all of Ponyville demands your attention."
"I'll be sure to," Spike assured her with a smile. He turned to leave, but not before stealing one more kiss. He had a feeling he would be sorely missing that sensation.
"Wait," Rarity blurted, "where do you work?"
"I'm at the uhh- tree nursery just up the road from sweet apple acres. Do you want to maybe meet here later?"
"Of course. I close up shop at four today."
That was a bit odd considering Rarity usually closes at five, but Spike said nothing.
"Four it is then."
"I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too," Spike said. He hesitated, before going out the door. His guilt was almost overwhelming. She was in love with him, but not the real him, and if he could not find a way to make this form permanent, it would be like walking out on her.
"I'll see you again soon, I promise," He said hastily before running out of the room.
Spike's new plan was a simple one. He had to find the genie again, and ask him to make his pony form permanent. He needed to be Hearth Fire, for himself, and for Rarity. He had a taste of what he had sought for so long, and now he knew it was worth traveling to the ends of the earth for.
Spike exited the door to the Carousel Boutique and down the street into town. He had to reach the library and do some Twilight style studying on anything and everything to do with Djinn. Spike suddenly stopped at the thought of Twilight. He couldn't believe he had forgotten about her for this long. His thoughts had been so single minded since his transformation.
As if on cue, Spike's long stallion legs suddenly shrank into stubby foal legs. He faceplanted into the ground as the rest of him started to change. Spike cringed and curled up into a ball as his form painfully transitioned. The most painful part seemed to be his scales, which seemed to pop out of his skin as if they had been suppressed underneath it for the whole time. Once the pain stopped, Spike uncurled and opened his eyes. His vision was particularly sensitive to light again. He held up his familiar stubby claw in front of his face to confirm what he already knew. He looked around and saw a single stallion with a long blue mane staring at him.
"That's really weird man, really weird," was all he said as he pulled his cart down the street at a hurried pace.
Spike shook off the dirt and scowled with determination. He knew what he had to do, and nothing was going to stop him.