Throughout the night and next day, Rachel kept slipping from being normal to feral. From roaming around inside the cabin to running around outside, giving her poor mate a run for his bits when Spike had to try and catch her when she got out. Jumping on and off the counters, scratching the couch to hell with her claws.

Rachel raced through the forest, her animalistic needs taking control, running through the forest, feeling the wind in her hair, fur and scales, enjoying the rushing air hitting her lungs and igniting the fire she had in her and constantly burning things down.

Spike races behind with an extinguisher and is constantly hosing the blue flames before she burns the whole forest. "Rachel, okay snap out of it right now!" He grunted, getting more irritated as his feral mate was running amuck.

When he ultimately ran out, he had to get on fours himself and chase after her, she has gotten a lot faster than when she was human, but she didn't have experience in her new speed so Spike was able to catch up to her fairly quickly.

He quickly came up on her and with a single bound leap, he tackled her into the creek.

The sudden force of a full dragon tackling and pressing on top of her and the splash of the cold water from the creek seemed to snap feral Rachel back to normal.

Her eyes blinked several times before everything came back to focus, seeing her mate up close to her face.

"Spike?" She asked breathlessly. "I…I did it again, didn't I? "

"Yeah, it's fine, it's fine. " He said, looking down at her.

She groaned as she put her head on the rock bed of the creek.

"How do you control it?" She asked her mate.

"It takes time, you're still new to all of this." Spike sighed before crawling off of her and held a hand out for her when he stood. "You okay?"

Rachel grabbed his hand and pulled herself up. "For now yeah… Now I'm wet."

Spike smirked. "You implying something, Rach?"

Rachel snorted. "Only you think that." She said, patting his chest with a soft smile. "Now… where's the direction of the cabin? Seems we're on the off pathway."

Spike grabbed her hand. "Fear not, I'll lead the way… let's keep you within the protection barriers this time." Then leading the way.

Walking down the forest hand to hand, the two, though were in a hurry to get back before their location was revealed to the enemy, one cannot help but enjoy the stroll with their love ones.

Spike held his dragoness's hand tenderly, feeling both of her scaly palms to the top fur. One would think that seeing Rachel as is, not fully completed her transformation would think she doesn't look appeasing and might not put up what Rachel's going through. But that's the thing when going through a relationship. Gotta take the good, bad and ugly, especially if your partner is ill and going through a rough patch.

He casually glanced down to look at Rachel and couldn't believe she could look more cute. Probably because the ears and the way the fur made her look adorable in his eyes?

Whoever said that love will make you blind may have a good point but Spike didn't care.

With a smirk, Spike learned a little and nipped his lover's pony ears.

"Aye!" Rachel yelped but her face blushed red. "Spike, that felt weird!" She was not used to the shape and feel of them yet.

"Good weird or bad weird?" Spike asked with a smug look.

"Would you like to know." She huffed, though it was clear it felt good to her. Whole new sensitivity that sent shivers down her spine.

He did it again and she squirmed, causing him to giggle.

"Why must you make me squirm?"

"Because it's fun." He responded, sticking his tongue out at her.

Rachel stuck her own fork tongue out at him.

He laughed before releasing her hand and draped his arm over her shoulder.

"It's a miracle that you can put up with me." Rachel said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He smiled. "I was going to say the same thing." Spike said. "But here we are."

"Yeah, here we are." She responded back.

They soon found the path and eventually entered the barrier.

"You sure about what you said last night?" Rachel asked Spike. "About building into the cabin away from everyone else?"

Spike nodded."I'm sure. Why are you asking? Not backing out or anything? "

Rachel shook her head. "No, I'm in it all the way. I just don't want you to throw your whole life you had in Ponyville away over me and a fight you had with Twilight."

"You are my life." Spike said before he sighed softly. "With Twilight, this has really been a long time coming. I don't want her out of my life forever, but I do want her to respect the fact I'm not a baby anymore and I have other priorities that doesn't involve her and the Elements of Harmony."

Rachel nodded before leaning against him.

The two eventually came back to the cabin. Once inside, Rachel quickly changed out of her wet clothes into dry ones and crawled on the bed.

"Lying down for a bit?" He asked her, after taking a peek of her booty as she crawled into the bed and grabbed the covers.

"Yeah," she yawned. "Who knew turning feral constantly wears you out."

"Now you know why we dragons tend to nap a lot." Spike chuckled before hearing his phone rang from the table.

He walked over to it, taking it off the charger to see who it was.

It was Brimstone, and he's about to arrive at the station.

"Hey Rachel, I'm gonna head out for a bit, Brimstone's about to be here and I'm gonna go pick him up at the station." He looked over to her, seeing her nestling in bed.

Rachel yawned before nodding." Oh goodie. " She said tiredly.

"Want anything from town while I'm out?" He asked as he changed out of the wet clothes from earlier and into dry ones and grabbed his coat.

She shook her head and waved her hand. "Just don't be gone long, I'll be here, sleeping."

He smiled. "You don't mind if I lock the place up in case you feral out again."

She stuck her tongue out at him again before he approached her and kissed her. "I'll be back."

Then he left, locking the place up real quick before taking off in the air and flew out.


Safe to say that Blueblood was not having a good time. Feeling like doomsday was looming over him, his plans weren't coming together fast enough. Seems like everything was falling apart at the seams.

"Damn that fucking cunt." He growled, rubbing his skull. He had been feeling off for days and it was a familiar feeling.

Celestia's memory wipe spell was about to take effect.

On top of all of this, his spies had informed him that The Princesses knew of his plans and they are staging a coop and his attempt to get the human girl was unexpectedly foiled by that pathetic lizard of her mate.

There were books scattered in the Leviathan office. Every grimoire he ever owned were opened and some spells were crossed off. Spells that could release him from Celestia's spell but every one was proven ineffective.

Neighsay opened the door and stepped in, looking as tired out as ever. "You called me, sire?"

Blueblood shot his head up from one of his books. "Yes! I just so happened to be in need of your magical knowledge." He said, waving the old stallion in.

The Chancellor walked in, seeing the disarray of books. He had hope that the prince didn't notice a few of them were missing.

"What do you want?" Neighsay grunted.

After scratching at his skull, feeling like insects were crawling around inside with an unbearable itch, Blueblood scowls. "What do you know about memory erasing spells and how to rid them?"

Neighsay raised a brow at that. "That is an unusual request. Why? "

"Do you know of them or not? I have no time for games, old man." Blueblood snarled, glaring at him.

Neighsay narrowed his eyes at him. "Not much, I know there are a few different types of memory spells. But memory erasing spells are forbidden to learn due to the consequences it comes with erasing one's mind."

Blueblood yells before shoving the books he had on his desk away. "Of course she forbade them that damn hypocrite!"

Neighsay was not bothered by the outburst. "What seems to be the matter?"

Blueblood then glared at him. "I'm running out of time and nothing is going according to plan!"

He then dropped to his knees and grabbed one of the other books, thumbing through them quickly. "My dear aunt decided to put a complex spell in my head that has a timer. I have to find a way to stop it or otherwise everything I have been working on for decades will all be for nothing!"

"Blueblood, you are not making any sense, calm down-"

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down!" He barked at Neighsay before going through more books. Cursing loudly at Celestia as if she was there before slamming his fists at the ground.

Then, as if an epiphany struck him, Blueblood continued to pick up books. "Where is it, where is it?!"

"What are you going on about now?" Neighsay asked, slowly retreating to the door.

"I'm missing a book." Blueblood said before snarling, "It's not here!"

Neighsay tried not to look alarmed. "That's unpleasant, maybe you should learn how to keep track of your belongings. I have work to do."

The Chancellor steps out before his arm was grabbed.

"Oh no you don't." Blueblood snarled.

Ten minutes later, Blueblood's guards and the prince and Neighsay were in the Chancellor's chambers. The guards were tearing up the room, looking through every square inch of the space.

"This is ridiculous, why are you going through my belongings?! " Neighsay snarled, having been forced to stand side by side with Blueblood and watched the vandalization. "I have nothing to hide! No good will come of this!"

Blueblood hummed. "If you have nothing to hide, then you don't have to worry about anything. If my men don't find anything then this is a misunderstanding and we'll clean this up."

Neighsay grunted. Hoping they wouldn't find the stolen books and pages. After a few minutes he had believed they wouldn't find them.

However, he wasn't so lucky when they ultimately pulled a rug and found a magic rune etched into the wood.

"Sire." One of the guards called Blueblood over.

Blueblood casted the Chancellor a look as he walked over to the flooring.

With a glow of his horn, the rune glowed, casting the spell before the floor shimmered and revealed his prize.

Blueblood levitated the items and he reached out with a hand and grabbed one of them.

"Restrain the Chancellor." He commanded.

Neighsay tried to make a run for it but was quickly apprehended.

"You can't continue this madness, Victor!" Neighsay shouted as the white mantle guards grabbed him. "It'll destroy us all!"

"Greatness requires sacrifice, don't you know." Blueblood said as he looked through the pages.

Reading about magic siphoning, reading the same context of the portal.

With what he read about mother cells, an idea was formed. "This human is the key. Gentlecolts! After you throw this pitiful coot in the dungeons, double the efforts to find the human girl! Production will not continue until she is found and when you do fund her, alert me and I'll get her. "

"Spike is fiercely protecting her, you saw what happened the last time you went after her!" Neighsay shouted. "It's utter suicide! "

"That ain't your problem. Guards, take him!"

Now it was time to fully hunt Rachel down. Her raw magic would be enough to break Celestia's spell. He just hoped he could find her in time.


The doors to the Lunar Provence opened and both Spike and Professor Brimstone entered.

Inside the bar was a little crowded as a game was playing on the TV and rowdy ponies were drinking and cheering on.

As they entered, the owner King was working there and spotted them. "Ah, Spike, good to see you boy, Brimstone you saggy nutsack you, long time no see!" The mini unicorn called out to them as the two came up to the bar.

"Hey King." Spike greeted.

Brimstone grunted in greeting before they sat on the stools. Brimstone places his suitcase down on the ground.

"Say, where's Rachel? Hope you treating her well."

"She's doing good. Rachel's resting at the moment." Spike responded as King made drinks for the two and slid to them. "She had a pretty proactive last couple of days." He couldn't help but snicker at that.

Productive alright

Brimstone hummed before grabbing the shot glass, nodded to King before downing it all, letting the contents burn his throat before coughing.

"Spike, I understand that you want to talk, but why here and not towards the cabin?" The red stallion stared at him tiredly. Increasingly grouchy from lack of sleep and stress. Barely got any sleep on the train ride here.

Spike glanced down at him. "Yeah, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you. Something that has been… On my mind for a while. " Spike took the shot glass and quickly drank it. Felt his internal fires sparked by the alcohol but kept it from surfacing.

Now or never…

He turned and faced Brimstone.

"I would like to have your blessing to marry Rachel."