They found Rainbine inside Rarity's shop. She was showing an expression of shock unlike the melodramatic sobs of her past. Rainbine was lifting two crochet hooks in light of a creative kill when Spike crashed through the glass door with an intense roar of pure rage. He swiped Rainbine away, upon which the devilish pony hissed, catlike yet frightening, and took off.
Spike grabbed Rarity, holding her close. The sudden change in size brought him to stand slightly taller than her, "Are you okay?" asked Spike in his new, deep voice.
"Ummm…" muttered Rarity, amazed and adoring.
"Kiss! Kiss!" intoned Pinkie quietly from the background.
Spike glared at Pinkie ominously. "Get on," he said, falling forward to stand on all fours. Pinkie and Rarity climbed on. Once again, he grew slightly. His wings, massive now, spread, and he crashed through the glass once more. Rarity ignored Pinkie's snickering and leaned forward to rest her head on Spike's neck. Pinkie's hair whipped out behind her, flowing in massive, silky curtains.
"I'd complement your hair if our lives were not in dire threat" said Rarity. Pinkie laughed softly.