“Are you ready?” Holding most of her magic in an orb as she was, Sweetie was having trouble keeping her voice from shaking. The two Princesses nodded, flaring their wings as they prepared for the sudden influx of power. Breathing in, Sweetie drained from her orb to power the spell, watching it quickly shrink in size.

Casting it, Sweetie felt her magic begin to be sucked away. It felt as if she was suffocating, and it took all her concentration to not cancel the spell. Both Celestia and Luna began to cry out in pain, and Sweetie turned. Without warning, all sound ceased from them, and they collapsed. With an explosion of blood, Sweetie’s coat was dyed red.

“ARRRGH!” Casting her magic to both the sun and the moon, Sweetie focused what remained on creating another orb of magic. As her mind cleared, she was dismayed as the orb she had created seemed to slowly grow in size. If Sweetie had to judge how long she had before it was the same size as the old one, she’d judge less than a week.

“Okay, think.” Cleaning herself off, Sweetie wondered if she had enough raw magic to brute-force a transformation spell. Sure, being able to grow her own wings was nice, but what if she could simple give herself a permanent pair? Or, even better, become an actual dragon? Why not go all out and become a huge chicken?

“Right, time to get to work on that.” Teleporting back to her hotel, Sweetie tried, and failed, to activate Twilight Mode so she could work on the theory. Failing that, she decided to simply try it her own way. That of course, meant explosions. Grimacing, Sweetie wondered how long this would take.

Author's Notes:

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Zo goupp foick dimmeltaxaritupp din zis caxaso. Zoelotici ox Pum ceurd floaxak dit um pit raxalgo oneugh cenconklaxatien eb vaxagic, fut hupp weurd Pum joow te? Dib Pum’v dimmeltaxar, dit wirr unreng oaxasirupp. Pum’mo ovon lomevow zo socect whaxarb eb vupp sporr se zaxat je eno caxan cepupp vo.

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