.

The Scent

of a

Mare

Crash Landing

Disclaimer: I do not own My Little Pony, any of its incarnations, or its characters. This is a work of fanfiction and has been made free of charge without the use or intent of profit.

Previously on My Little Pony…

"Here we go, Spike!" Twilight suddenly said, scrubbing Spike's last thoughts from his mind as he began to feel the pull of the vortex squeezing the very atmosphere around him. He clenched his teeth together and squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for the intense, odd sensation of the reality bending tunnel to end…

As the tunnel's forces pushed Twilight back through the end of the void, this time in her and Spike's Equestria, she was knocked senseless by a large, heavy object that seemed to smack her right in the face. She suddenly couldn't see anything in front of her but a shaded wall of purple. A weight in her forward legs made her topple over and, the next thing they knew, both she and Spike tumbled across the floor of her royal library.

"Twilight!" Princess Celestia and Cadence exclaimed as they ran to pick her up.

"Are you…alright?" Cadence asked as Twilight was raised to her hooves.

"Oouhhhhhh…ayeeeee think…soooo…" Twilight said as she steadied herself. Meanwhile…the stars spinning around her head were rather entertaining.

"Ugh…oughhhh…Twilight? What happened?" Spike asked as he rubbed a claw over his large noggin. His orbit of stars and planets were interesting too. He took control of his legs and began to rise to his hooves as well. After recovering from his daze, he noticed feeling a bit…strange. In fact, he recalled just now, as he touched his aching head, that there were things there that, frankly…didn't belong.

"I'm fine…I'm fine." Twilight chanted, finally coming to her senses. She blinked her stars away, only to find that Celestia and Cadence's attention was now squarely set on an object across the room. "What are you…HOHH?!" Twilight gasped, as there was now a rather large, mysterious figure in their midst.

Cadence and Celestia were dumbfounded, their eyes wide open, as well as their mouths. Glancing between them and the figure that stood a short ways away, it was obvious with the stars in their eyes…and the gentle pulsing within their passionately swelling lips behind them, that they were instantly in love. "Hhheh…Who is your friend, dear?" Celestia asked Twilight, as the three of them stood and stared. Even Twilight now felt a nice, gentle pulsing tingle within the depths of her hungry flesh. She wanted to answer the princess, but, indeed, even she wasn't sure.

Spike was greatly worried. He slid his claws all up and down his face…it seemed young still, yet it was obviously more mature than he was used to, and there were three structures that were solid and bone-like that adorned his head. Two of them, obviously horns, twined slightly as they branched straight out of the outer ridges of a proud, triangular, dragonesque face. They wove in slightly towards the crown of his head, as they rose up and away, and then outward more dramatically, as they thinned to a sharp pair of points. The third structure was a horn as well, but, it was armor-like and ran straight down from his brow-line and then curved upward and away from his face, halfway down his nose bridge. "W…wwwwwww-w-w-w-what the?!" Spike groaned, his voice still child-like, yet it had a slightly deeper tone to it. Last but certainly not least of his worries was his body…there was more of it. He looked down the length of his chest. It was odd to find that his playful, soldierly uniform was still adorning him, but, it still didn't hide the fact that, where his belly should be, his body seemed to branch into a horse-like persuasion. He had a horse's breast as well as a horse's legs and hooves, and (of course and why not?), he could feel a second pair of legs connected to a large, muscular body behind him. He looked like a young, handsome centaur, muscular and bold, not much unlike Tirek, but, his upper body faded into the image of a fine, young, noble dragon. His uniform sat boldly upon him, colors, sash, and newly morphed sword as well. However, in fright of all that had become of him, "Tuh…TUH…TWIIILIGHHHHT!" he nearly cried for help, shuddering like a leaf on the wind.

The three awestruck ladies were shocked and, obviously, helpless at this new development. As they now recognized the voice that emitted from this tall, draconic stallion before their eyes, they were jarred out of their want for him…at least temporarily, and it was enough for Twilight to answer with the only thing she could think to say:

"…S-Spike? Is that you?!"

{Before the story…}

[Sequel] Although the first story currently remains unfinished, this is the sequel to my previous story: Luck Before You Sleep.

[Anatomy] I support the idea of mares having both an udder style of breasts and a 'chest' bound, humanoid position style of breasts.

[Monogamy or Polyamory] …Mare's discretion, heheh.

[Story format] This story is probably going to be open ended, with revisiting and additions at my discretion. In other words, I may add a chapter or not, depending on my fancy, though, I assure you, there are at least a handful of characters within Equestria that I happen to fancy, lol.

Spike scanned himself up and down. Yes indeed…it was his consciousness and his voice…in what was now his body. "Ah…ayeeeee think so…but…what…WHAT AM I?!"

"Ah…I have no idea!" Twilight answered. "Y…you look like a centaur…but…like a dragon too…I…I just have no idea!"

Spike began to get paranoid. Unused to the feels and massiveness of this strange new form, he began to notice something tapping and hitting him from behind. "Agh! Wuh…wwwwhat is that?!" he said as he spun around to see what was there. Nothing. Even the ladies were puzzled at what he spoke of. Again, a tiny, gentle smack, first on his left flank, then on his right. "Aagh! Uuuuahhhhhh!" Spike groaned as he spun in place, desperately trying to see the source of this teasing torment and making a horrid racket as his hooves stomped around the floor.

Both Twilight and Cadence were utterly clueless. Princess Celestia, on the other hand…not so much. "Heheheh…Spike…I believe you are chasing…your tail." Celestia spoke, raising a hoof to her mouth to hide her smile. Cadence and Twilight followed suit, holding in a snicker or two.

Spike stopped in place. He felt the strange sensation again and realized Celestia was right. "Ugh! I have a whippy tail now?" Spike complained. "That's horrible! What happened to my powerful dragon tail?!"

The princesses before him were slightly annoyed at his remark, albeit that they were granting him much leeway for his predicament, as they as well had 'whippy tails'. "…What's wrong with a pony tail?" Twilight asked, smirking at his discontent.

Spike snorted slightly, angry puffs of smoke shooting from his nose. "It's not that there's anything wrong with…it's just not my…ough! What is happening to me?!" Spike huffed…and suddenly, there was a new sensation. He felt as if there were more appendages, streaming out from somewhere along the backside of his body, around where his dragon half met his stallion half. He moved them back and forth and expressed more notice and feeling into them. Suddenly, Twilight, Celestia, and Cadence were taken aback, as Spike felt he could pump more 'feeling' into these things and understand that they could almost grab onto the air immediately surrounding, as if he was climbing in jello. As a gust of wind blasted a ring of dust along the floor around him, he felt himself carried up, as if he leapt in place, yet, he did so without the use of his legs…he knew what they were. He landed safely on the ground, cushioning the impact with his large, mighty legs, and slowing his fall with these huge, powerful things stretched out in mighty, frightful, yet majestic grace behind him. "Are they…?" Spike asked towards Twilight.

"Yes, Spike…" Twilight immediately replied, just as bewildered as he and the other two ladies were, "…They're wings…big…wide…dragon wings."

Spike was shocked. He didn't know whether this was cool…or scary. Unsure of what to feel, only a tiny whimper escaped his lips. It was surely strange to see such a mighty creature…look so scared and clueless.

Celestia came forward. "Dear Spike. Whether this strange, marvelous new form of yours shall be short lived or permanent, I think it will do you much more good than not, if you would calm yourself down." she said and she spread open her right wing and gently touched her feathertips across the top of his head. A motherly gesture, to be sure, but, she did feel a bit odd doing this to a creature around her own size.

He timidly looked back into Celestia's eyes in reply. "Th…thank you, Princess." Spike replied.

…

Princess Celestia didn't intend to, but, she spent the next minute or so drinking in a certain youthful, innocent, yet masculine and robust beauty that seemed to radiate from Spike's young yet mature face…especially his eyes. His creamy, fiery portals seemed to draw the princess in, not to mention the fact that she was soon stroking across the whole of his body with her gaze, imagining what stout, firm limbs remained hidden, beneath this sturdy shroud of a uniform.

"Uhhh…Princess? You alright there?" Twilight asked, attempting to reacquire her attention.

Celestia was caught off guard…but she was an expert at composure. She barely flinched and quickly composed her next words. "…Yes, Twilight. I'm quite fine. Ehnow, Spike. I do suggest you take a rest. You may need a bit of time to compose yourself and try to retrace your steps to see what brought you into this…situation."

"…That sounds like a good idea, Princess." Spike replied, suddenly realizing how tired he was growing, due to all that was happening to him. He practically felt his head spinning and his vision fading in and out.

"You may have the day or two to rest, but, do remember that I await to hear of your findings of this…mirrored world."

"Yes, of course, my Lady. I'll get right on writing that up, as soon as…"

"Noo…" Celestia suddenly but softly objected to Spike's measure of action. "I think it would be best if I…debriefed you, myself. In fact, I feel that a pleasant little meeting over some tea…and perhaps an afternoon snack would be best to get the juices flowing. The mind can play tricks with us when we are not at ease, don't you think?"

Spike really warmed to this idea. "That sounds excellent, your majesty!"

"Indeed." Celestia said. "I believe I am free, the day after tomorrow, but, do tell if you need more time to recover."

"Absolutely, my Lady. I'll be right and ready." Spike said, bowing deeply with a hand at his naval and a hand behind his back. Celestia gave the warmest of nods in reply. And, for a moment, as Spike lingered in his courtesy, the close proximity to Princess Celestia's wonderfully flowing mane and her pure, snow white coat bewitched him…as did a certain sweet, warm, intoxicating scent that he could have sworn he enjoyed deeply of before…yet he just couldn't put his finger on the where and when. One thing was sure, however…it did make him somewhat tight in the pants. And if it was a drink, his loins were surely guiding him that he'd enjoy gallons of it, just to kiss where it came from…whatever it was.

"…Ahem…" the princess cleared her throat to get Spike's attention. He was staying in his deep, closely placed bow for a little…too long.

Spike raised his head, slowly rising from his bow. "Eheh…excuse me, princess." However, as their eyes locked deeply, while Spike pulled his body erect, they couldn't help but engage in a little, subtle, silent flirtation. "…wha…what is that scent you're wearing, princess?" Spike silently, boldly asked. Well, it wasn't so bold as it was an act of compulsion, not bravery.

Celestia was slightly surprised at Spike's inquiry. "…Nothing? As far as I know, it's just…me."

Spike couldn't seem to pull himself fully away from her. His eyes glazed over as he stood close, enjoying it.

"Why…do you like it?" Celestia asked, her eyes teasing with a mischievous gaze.

Spike smiled, his voice almost not his own. "…Like it…I lo…"

"A-HEM?" Twilight suddenly butted in. "Spike? Aren't you being a little too…informal, with the princess right now?"

Spike quickly pulled himself to attention. "Hhurrmmm…of course. Forgive my rudeness, my Lady." he replied, mimicking a soldier at attention…making him look even more dashing in his soldierly garb.

"Heheh, it's quite alright…Sir Spike." Celestia joked slightly, although even she had to admit...he was kinda sexy. "I expect you in my presence soon, young Spike." Celestia said, as she turned to go…but not before she gently flicked her ethereal tail in his direction…giving him a nice, hot, concentrated blast of this mystery perfume she said she wasn't wearing. Spike unsuspectingly drank it in, making his eyes heavy and his vision cloud over at the edges. It was heavenly, inexplicable. It was as if the finest of a thousand sweet, subtle perfumes, all mellow, calm, and soothing…and definitely arousing, filled his nostrils, indeed the core of his very soul, and made him feel afloat. He could see almost nothing but the princess, for the time being, slowly walking away, in a tunnel of prismatic clouds, sparkling and displaying whatever colors they would, as her hooves glided in step across them. "Oh, and Spike?" Celestia called, flanked now at the library door by Twilight and Cadance.

"…Yes my…ehmm…p…princess?" Spike was surely hard up for control, as his head was full of her scent and beauty.

Celestia gave him a slightly fiery gaze, subtly yet unmistakably full of intent. Her lips smiled slightly. "…When you come…do it in uniform."

Spike didn't exactly know why he felt the way he did, hearing her say this, but, nevertheless, his body reacted, feeling really good…before he fainted.

Celestia was a bit shocked…yet not, giggling slightly inside, with a surprised look in her eyes. Cadance gasped, putting a hoof to her mouth, and, Twilight naturally galloped to Spike's side, yelling, "Spike! Spike!" as she did so.

"Ahayeeem sure he's just fine, Twilight." Celestia urged, as Twilight nudged and butted the unconscious 'stagon'. "You may perhaps let him rest…He may need it."

Spike awoke, many hours later, in the warmest, most pleasant daze. He wasn't all that surprised to see he was still in the same place, as he estimated the sheer weight of his body may be more now than Twilight could handle. He spied his baby bed as well as a bright, room lighting candle atop a nearby table, nearly lighting the whole library. He wasn't in the bed, however. Not surprising, again, as he was far too large for it now. Spike figured then that it may not have been his weight that barred his post within his little baby basket, as he thought that Twilight has lifted greater objects than he. It must have been that he was just too darn big.

He was pleasantly warm though, despite the fact that he was resting on the floor. He was lying atop a large, fluffy comforter and covered with a large blanket as well. His head gently roused atop a large, perfectly fluffed pillow too, all the comforts that he even remotely want from any bed, and then some. "…I really should thank Twilight." he told himself, etching a mental memo within his brain.

Meanwhile, he yawned and stretched, slowly slipping himself out of the warmth of the blanket and into the cool of the chamber. He stirred and tarried a bit, but, he soon wrestled out of the idea of sleeping in and rolled himself up into a stand, for the day and all its mysteries loomed before him…not in his bed. He considered picking up the candle in its little tray, but, it was so bright that he really didn't need to make it mobile. He yawned and trotted…surprising himself at the fact that he was indeed trotting, as the ponies do, on over to the closest window he could find. What time was it anyway? He was shocked to see the night sky being slowly chased away by the approaching dawn. How long was he asleep? He shook his head and muttered to himself, "Man…it must have been, like, a day or somethin'!" How he managed to sleep so soundly, he did not kno…well…he did pass out to the enchanting, subtle seductions of Princess Celestia. 'Honestly,' he thought to himself, 'who knows why it happened?' And indeed, feeling so warm and wonderful, even in the cool of the winter touched stone, it must have had something to do with a lady's touch.

Spike sighed, wondering what would come of their odd little game, that he and Celestia were playing. But, more importantly, as the lovely haze dissipated from his brain…what exactly was he…and how the hell did he become this way?

Spike wandered over to the library's catalogues and looked for any subjects that might involve creatures such as himself or strange and stealthy changing spells, as he certainly didn't outright remember transforming into the likes of this…stagon. Since he didn't exactly know a word or name for what he was, any searches even close to that were obviously ending up…fruitless. He did, however, decide to look up several books on transformations and alteration. Nothing really useful was found…however...

As he spun through the pages of one of Starswril The Bearded's publications, he discovered that the meat of the book had a thick set of hollowed out pages where a small, mysterious scroll lay hidden from the world. As Spike took hold and unfurled it…he felt strangely engaged with its presence. "Eternal Life" it read atop a strange little poem that Spike could scarcely understand…

"Though time and tide to all abide, for thee it thus shall swirl.

Thy mem'ries hold, but thou, behold, thy life shall not unfurl."

"From this, the day of thy dismay, henceforth shalt thou begin.

And, shouldst thou will to break this fill, thy wish must form within.

"From day to night shall be thy plight, the measures shall be two.

A prison test, a wisdom nest, what e're the mission due.

"So, hearken, cast the spinning blast, that life shall never end!

Eternal life, and all its strife…is thine…from cosmos…SEND!"

Spike saw nothing coming, as it seemed that, with every line he read, the more chained his mind grew to the page. He didn't notice that his horns were glowing to a sparkling spellcast strength. He didn't notice that there was a rumbling above his head. He didn't notice that there was a small spiral of dark, smoky storm clouds gathering and swirling a few inches above his horns. Finally, and most important of all, he didn't notice the tiny yet blazing orb of lightning that was collecting from the web of electricity, streaking and crawling from across the tightening coils of the galactic stormcloud…until it was too late. There was a violent hum, and a rumble, that shook him out of his trance. He looked up just in time to hear the strike…

*KSHHHHHOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHhhhhhhh…*

…A bright, violent, and, indeed, shocking bolt of lightning had jumped right into the tip of his forward curving horn, toasting a bit of his nose and face, and had surged through every fiber of his being. The scroll within his hands magically ignited and rolled with flames into the tiniest traces of ash. He was dizzy. His vision was fading and his strength was leaving him. As his knees buckled and his balance fled his shuddering limbs, he heard the familiar, terrorized call of Twilight. "Spike! Spike!" she yelled…and then all faded to black.

To the recesses of his mind again, to sleep off this shock, like before. But, this time, it was not pleasure that he slept to…but pain.