Twilight thought the Breezies were just a myth. But when Spike begs her to turn him into a pony, a spell she uses turns him into one of the mythical fairy ponies.
NOTE: This is kind of one-shot, if that's the word, because I'm just going to post it and not edit it much. It's just for cute fun. I was watching a video of G3 ponies and there were these tiny fairy ponies called Breezies and I thought they were cute so I wrote this.
*THIS IS NOT A SHIPPING STORY. I do not like the Spike/Rarity ship as he is a little boy and she's a grown woman. Please do not try to claim it is.
It was a bright, sunny day in Ponyville, which made it the perfect occasion for Twilight to stay inside the library, reading.
“Come on Twilight,” protested Spike, hanging onto the door knob. “Let’s go outside! It’s nice out! You’ve been inside, reading that thing for hours.”
Twilight looked up from her book distractedly. “Don’t play with that, Spike, you’ll break it,” she said absently.
Spike let go of the door knob and flopped face first into the ground. “But Twiiilight,” he said, his voice muffled, “let’s play outside!”
Twilight sighed, looked up, and out the window. Birds flittered by, and some of the neighbourhood kids were playing with a beach ball. It was nice outside, and besides, reading outside could be a good idea.
“Okay, Spike,” she said, standing up and tossing the book into the bag. “We’ll go outside. She grabbed the spikes on his head neatly in her mouth, and tossed the baby dragon onto her back.
“All right!” Spike shouted, as they walked out into the sunshine. “So what are we going to do first? Play tag? Ooh! Let’s blow bubbles. No, zip lining! Hey, Scootaloo made a hopscotch game…what are we going to do?”
Twilight sat down in a shady tree. She opened her book. “Study,” she said.
“Noooo,” Spike groaned, flopping face down into the grass.
“You know, Spike, there are a lot of interesting spells in here,” Twilight said a few minutes later. Spike was running by, chasing the beach ball.
“Any ones that can turn me into a pony?” Spike asked with interest. He tried to grab the beach ball, but it was nearly the size of him and kept slipping away. He stopped the chase to listen for Twilight's response.
Twilight looked up, amused. “And do tell, Spike. Why would you want to be a pony? Don’t you like being a dragon?”
“Yeah, because I can do this!” Spike picked up a stick, reached into Twilight’s bag and pulled out a marshmallow (“When did you put that in there?” Twilight demanded, but Spike didn’t answer), and stuck it on the stick. He blew fire on the marshmallow, and then ate the roasted marshmallow.
“So why would you want to be a pony?” Twilight asked.
“Wmmph, Rwiwy,” Spike started to say, but Twilight’s stern look told him he should swallow his snack and then speak. He did so. “Well, Rarity is a pony. Remember how she was all ‘Ooh! I’m going to marry Prince Blueblood! He’s so handsome!’, but then didn’t like him?” Spike pulled at his tail, trying to make it curly in imitation of Rarity's curly tail.
“Yes.” Twilight kept her face straight. She knew that if she let it on that she found Spike’s Rarity imitation funny, it he’d never stop doing it, even if he did have a crush on the pretty unicorn.
“Well, I figure, I would be a handsome, manly, and super awesome pony, and Rarity would want to date me right away!” Spike shouted triumphantly. He threw the stick in the air and it got stuck to his scales. Twilight carefully removed it with magic, wiping him down with a cloth after.
“Spike, throw the ball back here!” Snails yelled.
“Okay, okay,” Spike pushed the ball back and it rolled away. Snails chased it happily, while Spike watched. He turned back to Twilight, his eyes sparkling. “So?”
“Well, I did find one,” Twilight began reluctantly.
“You DID?!” Spike’s eyes seemed to get bigger. And more sparkly.
“But…it looks a bit difficult. And besides, Spike, maybe it’s time we had a little talk about Rarity.” Twilight said kindly. It was cute that he had the crush, but he did need to know that he was too young for Rarity.
“What’s to talk about? She’s beautiful! I have a crush on her! She has a lot of delicious gems that she won’t let me eat, but we can work on that.” Spike paced around Twilight. “We can talk after the spell, right?” He looked at her with puppydog eyes.
Twilight rolled her eyes. Clearly, he was not in the mood for listening. “Okay, I’ll give it a go. But I don’t think you’ll be exactly a prince charming.” She studied the spell, and concentrated. “Hold still!” Twilight ordered Spike, who was bouncing around.
“I am!” Spike insisted, but he did stop bouncing.
There was a flash of light, and Twilight felt rather tired. She looked up, anxious to see what happened to Spike. He would, she knew, be a little boy pony, just like he was a little boy dragon. But try explaining that to Spike. Spike! Where was he? There was nothing in front of her.
“Spike? Spike! Where are you?” Twilight looked around frantically. What could have happened to the dragon? She didn’t lose him, did she?
“I’m down here,” Spike’s voice sounded rather grumpy. And smaller than usual. “Why did you shrink me, Twilight? I thought I was going to be a pony.” The grass moved slightly.
“Spike! Oh dear, don’t move. We’ll figure this out!” Twilight stepped carefully towards the grass spot. She didn’t want to step on Spike.
“Hey wait, I am a pony! I have hooves. Maybe you just turned me into a tiny pony, like Applejack after she got into the Poison Joke.” Spike, as usual, wasn’t listening to Twilight and was trying to climb the grass.
“Hold still,” Twilight said. She was standing above the grass spot, when something small shot up into her face. “Hey!” She protested, thinking it was a grasshopper.
And there, in front of her, was not a grasshopper, but a pony. A very tiny pony. A very tiny colt, with Spike’s colouring. But on his head stood antenna, and on his back were tiny translucent wings.
“Oh, I have wings! Neat! Aw, I don’t have a Cutie Mark,” Spike complained.
“But…” Twilight was staring.
“Do I have to go out and earn one? I want one that says ‘Spike is Awesome’ and a picture of me as a knight. Is that possible?” Spike flew shakily around in a circle.
“But…” Twilight looked down at her book. Then back at Spike.
Twilight and Spike were back in the library. There was a small terrarium there, with a screen on top of it. It had some plant samples from around Equestria in it, but this day it also contained a tiny, winged pony.
“Breezies. Didn’t I ever tell you about them, Spike?” Twilight asked, as she paced around the library. She was searching the bookshelves for something. After transforming Spike into the small, fairy like pony, she had quickly brought him back and popped him into the terrarium. Twilight didn’t want Spike to get blown away or lost. It was supposed to be windy this afternoon, according to Rainbow Dash.
“No. Hey, can you let me out of here now?” Spike asked from the terrarium. “I promise I won’t run off.” His voice sounded sincere.
Twilight sighed. “No, Spike. I can’t risk you getting hurt. And I can’t seem to reverse the spell—ah here we go! Breezies!” A book floated down from the shelves, towards Twilight. “Let’s see.” Twilight flipped through the book. “Wow, this book looks really familiar.”
“Haven’t you read all the books in the world by now?” Spike asked.
“Spike don’t be silly. Oh, I know!” Twilight looked up from the book with an excited expression on her face. “I know where I saw this before! I read it. When I was a little filly.” Twilight reared up happily. “I wanted to study all sorts of legends. Why, I used to read it to you at night, when you were a baby. But you wouldn’t remember.” Twilight sat down and plunked the book down in front of here.
“See Spike, the Breezies are small fairies. They resemble tiny ponies, but they have wings like insects and antennae.”
“But you say they’re not real? I mean, except me of course.” Spike pressed his nose against he glass edge of the terrarium.
Twilight flipped through the book critically. “Yes, it pretty much confirms that. Although, if you’re here…I must wonder, if the spell has been used that way before.” Twilight got up and opened the spell book she had been reading in the afternoon.
A few minutes passed and Twilight closed the book and shook her head. “It doesn’t say. It’s a rather strange book. Maybe if we send a letter to Celestia…” Twilight’s voice trailed off when she realized her mentor could no longer be contacted without the dragon’s breath.
“Oh, right, ‘Spike, take a letter!’ Oh sure, Twilight, I’ll just grab the pen that’s much bigger than me!” Spike said sarcastically. He flew up to the terrarium’s screen and poked at it.
Twilight gave the tiny colt a stern look. “No sarcasm, Spike. I realized my mistake. However,” she said, walking over to the window and staring up, “I do think this requires some external help. I’ll get Rainbow Dash to zoom over to Canterlot.” Twilight opened the window and began to stare at the sky, looking for Rainbow Dash.
“Aren’t you scared, though? Won’t Celestia be mad at you?”
Twilight’s face briefly held a worried expression, which she quickly tried turning into a calm one. “Oh, maybe, or…” and here Twilight’s eyes lit up, “or she could praise me, for discovering an all-new way to use the spell! And bringing fiction to life! Yes!” Twilight bounced at the window.
It was then a shadow appeared above her, and when Twilight looked up she saw a cloud. It was a rather small cloud, perfect size to hold—and yes, she was there. Rainbow Dash.
“Hey Twilight,” the rainbow-maned pony asked in amusement, “what are you shouting ‘yes’ about?”
“Rainbow! Come in. I need you to go to Canterlot…” Twilight grabbed Rainbow Dash’s hoof and dragged her in through the window. She shut the window magically behind them.
“Canterlot? Can’t you just send a letter through Spike?” Rainbow Dash asked in confusion. She allowed herself to be lead towards the terrarium.
“No. See?” Twilight pushed Dash’s face against the glass.
“See what? Oh! There’s a tiny pony inside. Wait, is that a Breezy?” Rainbow Dash stared in awe.
“You tell me,” Spike said. He backed away a bit. Having a huge pony face stare at him was a bit intimidating.
“SPIKE?” Dash’s jaw hung open. She rubbed her eyes and stared.
“Yep! I was trying to get Twilight to turn me into a pony so I could be with Rarity and—”
But here Rainbow Dash started to laugh. “Rarity? Oh Spike, you still set on her?”
“Yes. Why not? She’s bound to turn around eventually.” Spike blinked up at Rainbow Dash.
“Haha, kids. Right, Twilight?” Rainbow Dash rubbed her eyes and grinned. “Anyway, you were saying something about Canterlot?”
“Well yes.” A jar appeared, floating down gently towards the group. It had several holes in the lid. It floated above the terrarium, and the screen was removed. Quick as quick, the jar lid was unscrewed and Spike was popped into the jar, which was then shut. The jar floated towards Rainbow and she took it.
“You see, Rainbow Dash, I’m in a bit of a sticky situation here. I can’t reverse the spell.” Twilight explained.
“So you want me to take him to Canterlot and ask Princess Celestia, or Luna. Got it!” Rainbow Dash cradled the jar gently in her arms and flew towards the door.
“Wait.” Twilight grabbed a pouch and floated it towards Dash. “Put the jar in this, it will make it easier to carry.”
“Okay, Twilight,” Rainbow Dash said, and did so before flying off with Spike.
Twilight waved, and then closed the library and started to walk towards the Evefree Forest. “As for me,” Twilight said to herself, “I’m going to see if Zecora knows anything about this.”
“Twilight Sparkle! Where have you been?” Zecora’s greeting was full of delight. “I have not seen you in quite a while.”
“It has been a while!” Twilight cheerfully remarked, as she pulled out her mythology book. “And I do promise to have a friendly visit soon, but I need help with something,” she said.
“But of course,” Zecora responded. She held on to the book when it floated towards her. She read the cover.
“You see, I had a little mishap with a spell,” Twilight explained. “Spike…well he wanted to be a pony, so I decided to try out a new spell.”
“And you turned him into a Breezy,” Zecora concluded.
“Yes,” Twilight agreed.
“And you’ve come here for…?”
“Mostly, I wanted to know if you knew anything extra about Breezies. You seem to have so much knowledge, Zecora, I though you might know something that I don’t.”
Zecora studied the book thoughtfully. After a pause, she said “Breezies are most associated with gardens. It is believed that they help with growing flowers. They can also glow in the dark, if desired. Similar to me, and to you, they gain Cutie Marks when they are the right age and discover their special talent. They can be quite mischievous, but generally show kindness.” Zecora flipped through the book. “Essentially, what this book says.”
“Oh,” said Twilight, disappointed. “I was hoping you’d know more. I figured the more I knew about Breezies, the better I’d be at reversing the spell. I don’t want Spike to remain pocket-sized forever. He’d just get into everything, and might get stepped on.”
“Yes, I can see how that would be a problem,” Zecora said. “So where is Spike, in the mean time?”
“Rainbow Dash took him to Canterlot. I hope they didn’t run into anything.”
Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was flying quickly towards Canterlot, Spike in tow, but she was suddenly grabbed by her mane and whisked onto a cloud.
“Hey! What gives?!” Dash protested.
“Hey Dash, it’s me!” And it was Gilda. “Finally decided to ditch the ponies and come hang out with someone cool?”
“Hardly. I have myself, don’t I? Besides, I’m on a royal mission!” Rainbow Dash bragged.
Gilda looked at her blankly. “A what?”
From within the bag, Spike spoke, his voice muffled. “A mission to save me! Except I’m not allowed to leave and have any fun,” he complained.
“Uh, your bag is talking,” Gilda said, staring at the bag. She reached out a claw and poked at it.
“Yeah, Twilight put a pretty big spell on him.” Rainbow Dash. She reached into the pouch and removed the jar. Gilda grabbed it.
“Put a spell on who? Hey, what’s this bug?” Gilda shook the jar slightly.
“I’m not a bug! I’m a pony!” Spike shouted angrily. “Well, I’m usually a dragon, but..”
“Hey, don’t shake him around,” Rainbow Dash said. She tried to grab the jar, but Gilda held it out of her reach.
“Oh, this rich. I gotta get a better look at this!” And Gilda unscrewed the jar lid and grabbed Spike. He squeaked in protest.
“Careful now! Don’t squish him!” Dash said, with worry in her voice.
“Yeah! Twilight would get so mad at me if she catches me flat as a pancake,” Spike said.
“Relax,” Gilda said. She flattened her palm and studied Spike closely. Delicately, she poked at his head with her other claw.
“I can fly, see? Like you!” Spike fluttered up, and hovered in front of Gilda’s face.
“Haha, what. This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.” Gilda sounded delighted. “Wait, can you…”
But a gust of wind appeared and Spike was blown away.
“Oh no!” Dash said. She tried to dive after him but he was difficult to see. “Come on, we gotta get him!”
Spike sat up and rubbed his head. He felt rather stunned for a few seconds, and disoriented. Where am I? Spike wondered, as he looked around at the tall green plants. Am I in some sort of strange forest? He held his hoof in front of his face, and then he remembered. No, he was not in a forest, just in some grass. He was merely tiny. But the situation was not beyond repair—if only he could get up to the top of the grass and look around.
What Spike didn’t know was that he was being watched, by three fillies about his age. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle were dressed up in adventurer gear and watching his movements intently. Just as Spike managed to flutter to the top of a grass blade, he found himself trapped in a glass prison.
“Hey!” he protested, but was not heard above the shout of “CUTIE MARK CRUSADER BUG CATCHERS!”
“Is that really a bug?” Scootaloo asked, staring into the jar as she slapped on a lid.
“I—” Spike began, but was interrupted again, by Applebloom.
“Looks kinda like the fairy in a story my sister read to me when I was younger,” the little pony with the bow said. “We should show it to her!” She exclaimed.
“I wanna show it to Rarity, though,” Sweetie Belle protested.
“We can show them both! Let’s go to Rarity’s first anyway, since it’s closer,” Apple Bloom said cheerfully.
“Yay, Rarity!” Spike called out.
“Sweetie Belle, your voice sounds tiny and muffled. Are you feeling all right?” Scootaloo asked as she put the jar into the cart she brought. She had attached it to her scooter.
“Me?” Sweetie Belle asked as she climbed in beside the jar. “I wasn’t yelling about Rarity, I thought you were!”
“Why would I yell about Rarity? Especially in a squeaky little voice?” Scootaloo shot back.
“Well, it certainly wasn’t me! Not that I object because my sister is awesome, but that did seem kind of random.”
“Girls.” Apple Bloom said quickly, “let’s not argue, okay? Let’s just see Rarity. You can both yell her name in squeaky voices when we get there.”
And they were off, still bickering about who shouted “Yay, Rarity!” in a silly voice. Spike did not speak up again, he was too busy quietly laughing at them behind a hoof.
Rarity was humming quietly to herself, trying to fix a ribbon on a hat. It had to be just precise—at a slight angle, but oh! That was to much. She had to move it very carefully, just so—but it was difficult to do when one was interrupted by the door being slammed open.
“RARITY!” the Cutie Mark Crusaders shouted.
“Oh! What… you, uh, startled me darlings,” Rarity said through gritted teeth. Nevertheless she wanted to try to be polite. “Sweetie Belle, what have I said about interrupting me?”
“But you see,” Sweetie Belle said, “we found a really neat bug…”
“Good gracious, a bug? That is the last thing I want to see!” Rarity huffed. She shook her mane out of her eyes. “Really girls, that’s more Fluttershy’s area. Go bothe—I mean, go show her.” Rarity turned back to her hat.
“But Rarity, look!” Sweetie Belle protested, shoving the jar in her sister’s face.
“Sweetie Belle, get that thing out of my face…why! That’s not a bug at all. That’s a tiny pony!” Rarity studied the jar intently.
“Rarity!” Spike called from the jar. “I got to you at last. I’m a pony now. What do you think?”
All four ponies’ jaws hung open. Rarity recovered first. “I’ve heard that voice before, but not quite as squeaky…Spike?”
“You recognized me!” Spike buzzed around happily in the jar. “She knows me, even when I’m not me!”
“Spike, how… is this one of Twilight’s spells?” Rarity gently picked up the jar and set it on a windowsill.
“Yeah, I wanted to be a pony.” Spike said. “She said I got turned into a Breezy by accident.”
“Why ever would you want that?” Rarity asked.
“Hey! You don’t have a Cutie Mark!” Scootaloo pointed out.
“I…wanted to ask you…” Spike mumbled, staring at the ground. At Scootaloo’s comment, he looked up. “I know! I was hoping it would be awesome, but no!”
“We can help you get yours! You know, just until you get back to normal.” Apple Bloom offered.
“Well, unless you get stepped on,” Sweetie Belle cautioned.
“Does Twilight know you’re here?” Rarity asked Spike, ignoring the Cutie Mark talk.
“Uh, Rainbow Dash was taking me to Canterlot, and I kind of got lost and…” Spike began, and he found the jar being lifted by magic and put into a bag.
“Well then, we simply must take you back to Twilight. She’d be worried sick if she knew you were missing, poor dear. Come along, girls.” Rarity put on her hat—it wasn’t perfect, but she couldn’t resist wearing it anyway, and the group left the shop.
“By the way, Spike what is it you wanted to ask me?” Rarity inquired as they walked towards the library.
“Uh, I’ll tell you later,” Spike mumbled into his hooves.
