Make a Wish Upon a Sue - Chapter 3 - Mad Mares

If there was ever a more fitting for 'Stayin' Alive' to play than right here, right now, then Spike didn't want to know about it. It had been a long walk, and not to mention boring. Last night Spike had simply stormed down the road until his weariness trumped his anger.

Considering Twilight had sided with those two stupid little fillies over her number one assistant, he had been completely enraged. Thus he had travelled far, the dragon's original estimate of two kilometres had been slightly off, by about eight kilometres. So in the half an hour he had been slowly plodding up the wide, dirt-path Spike had come up with a way to entertain himself.

He wanted to impress when he got to Ponyville, and although his new looks were more than enough to do so the young dragon still wanted an ace in the hole. It was a simple answer, he could talk the talk, but he needed to walk the walk. That was what lead to the simply irresistible strut Spike was doing now. He puffed out his chest and flexed his arms, the steady way in which they alternated between back and forth accentuated his muscles perfectly.

He let his hips moved sideward over and over in a way that was exaggerated but not to the point of shoving his arse in pony's faces. He made sure to not cover his polychromatic cutie mark at any point. That was sure to draw a few eyes. The result of all of these little actions was the complete package of unadulterated appeal. The sight of him just screamed… 'Yeah, this guy gets all the mares, and even though that pisses you off, you can't help but loved him can you?'

His glorious golden wings were flared spectacularly. This did pose the slight problem of slowing him due to the added wind resistance. This mattered not however, in fact considering how many ponies were going to be ogling him, maybe slowing down a little wasn't such a bad thing. Spike giggled as he walked, picturing reactions to his metamorphosis.

"Oh hello Rainbow Dash, remember when you said I was a lame dragon? Well me and my new massive wings just want to say that those little blue, feathered ones look pretty lame from up here." The image of the Pegasus checking her wings frantically with a red blush was too much to handle and soon the drake was clutching his stomach.

"Oh, hey there Applejack, do you have to buck a tree to get the apples down? Well maybe if I do it in half the time with one claw tied behind my back, you can spend more time glaring at me without knowing the whole story, sound good?"

"Oh, good morning Pinkie, remember how you never invite me to your parties? Well it seems that everypony just wants to stare at my awesome cutie mark now, and by the way, you're not invited to do so."

"Well Rarity, if you spent less time not listening to me, you might be able to clean that coat and get it to look as good as my scales? Although probably not."

"Hey there Twilight, you always said you were in charge because you're older, well I think that now I've got the body of a hundred year old dragon, you can be the assistant. Now be a dear and dust the library for once, I wouldn't want to accidentally burn something only to have you act like I'm a pyrophile!" Was pyrophile the right word? Pyrofanatic? Pyropony? Pyrodragon? In any case Twilight had just treated him like some sort of fire starter, like a twisted fire starter! Spike smiled contentedly at the thought of all of them there, their faces deep with remorse.

"We're sorry Spike, we didn't mean to be unappreciative. Here, here's a bowl of fire rubies and a bed of your own to sleep on!" Hold on a tick, Spike had forgotten somepony, what about Fluttershy? What had she done to annoy him? There was that time that…no, no she didn't do anything wrong then.

How about when she…no, she actually ended up giving him a bowl of sapphires. A few weeks ago she thought something was bothering Spike and threw him a party to cheer him up, but it had turned out that nothing was wrong with him. Did that count as something to get on his bad side?

Spike shook it off and walked onward, even if she hadn't done anything yet, Fluttershy would probably disregard him soon. The smile had been clean wiped off the dragon's face. Imagining a grovelling apology had been satisfying at first, but all it had done was served to remind him about all of the bad times.

Had they listened to him when he had wanted to spend the gala all together? No, and look what happened, they had the worst night ever. Had they listened to him when he found the book that would have cured everypony of the poison joke? No, and they had to spend the whole day looking and sounding ridiculous. Had Twilight listened to him when he told her not to stress too much about not sending the princess a letter? No, and she had gone completely mental by the end of that day.

Spike felt anger rising in his stomach. Each of those events had two things in common. Nopony had listened to him and nopony had apologised, at least they hadn't been serious. When Fluttershy brought those parasprites that half destroyed the town, everypony had forgiven her in a second. But when Spike destroyed half the town, nopony had talked to him for a month except Rarity. He thought back to the parasprite incident.

Twilight had told the princess that "It's a good idea to stop, and listen to your friend's opinions and perspectives." How beautifully ironic that was, the fury became too much and Spike viciously punched the fence lining the road. The wood crumbled under the force off his blow and fell in a heap of splinters and sawdust. Spike regarded the new hole in the fence worriedly. Applejack would have struggled to even knock the study old structure down, Spike on the other hand had just reduced it to dust.

His anger took a backseat and was replaced with anxiousness. He had changed so much, what if nopony recognised him? He could picture it now…

Spike would walk into Ponyville,

"Look everypony, it is I Spi-"

"KILL IT!" Everyone would shout. He would be corralled into a corner by a violent and angry mob. Finally Twilight would emerge,

"Oh my Celestia, that's a big scary dragon. And since I read so many books or whatever, I know that dragons are dangerous and can only be killed by decapi…decafinate…de..erm…RIPPING THEIR HEAD OFF!"

"Please Twilight, it's me, Spike!" the dragon would beg.

"Ha! What a crude ruse, my assistant is a small, podgy and unthreatening beast. He isn't tall or attractive or muscular or able to juggle!" She would reply,

"Well if you had just paid for those juggling lessons-"

"You don't need to juggle Spike, I said it before and I'll say it again, juggling is pointless." Twilight would cut in.

"YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT MY DREAMS!"

Spike realised that he was going off topic, and so he corrected himself.

"Back to the point beast, juggler or not, I will vanquish you know!" Twilight would use her magic to rip off Spike's head, because she's so magical she invented a decapitation spell in case of a zombie attack. All of the villagers would be happy about Spike's death, and Twilight would proclaim,

"Fear no longer citizens of Ponyville, the beast has been felled,"

"Shall we eat his flesh Twilight?"

"Capital idea Pip, fetch me my spit and we shall roast him!"

"I should right this down somewhere, it'd make a great story. Aside from the corpse-eating Pip idea, where did that come from?" Spike muttered to himself. Ridiculous story or not, there was still a chance that Ponyville would reject him in his new state. After all Spike was the only domesticated dragon around, and now he was eight feet tall with wings and a bleach white finish. Ponies probably wouldn't stand gawking at him if they were afraid.

He needed to, despite their current disagreement, see Twilight first. That didn't mean that Spike wouldn't have his fun, there would still be time to gloat and make those who wronged him feel inadequate late. However at the moment it was important to make sure that he didn't cause a disturbance. He didn't want the royal guard descending and killing him before he could rub his new body in Twilight's face.

Spike realised the double entendre he had just inadvertently created and giggled childishly. However he couldn't stand around being an unsung hero of comedy all day. Spike decided that if he flew there, he could bypass letting anypony see him until Twilight had the chance to assure everypony that he wasn't there to harvest their marrow or whatever adult dragons do. The drake flexed his wings and hovered like he had before. Tentatively increasing the power he began to ascend into the blue sky and make his way toward Ponyville.

"Heh, how hard can flying be?" he laughed nervously. As he would soon find out, very.

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Twilight's eyes began to open, they felt heavy, much heavier than they usually did in the morning. She felt shaky and unsteady, and as such it took a good few minutes to assure herself she wouldn't fall as soon as she got up. With much swaying, not unlike Berry Punch when behind the wheel of a carriage, Twilight stepped toward the kitchen. The clock on the wall read quarter to twelve.

"Woah, I never sleep this late. Don't I usually have someone who wakes me up," as soon as Twilight mentioned that she heard a sharp buzzing sound. It subsided after a couple of seconds and Twilight rubbed her eyes. Her query was immediately forgotten, however there was still something strange Twilight couldn't quite place. Every time she tried to think about what was different though, that sharp buzzing would return and Twilight would immediately forget what she was thinking. The librarian drew back all of the curtains and opened a few windows to banish the unpleasant 'morning' smell. You know the one she means don't you, you're lying if you say you don't.

The unicorn unlocked the doors and turned the sign at the front to read 'Open'. It was superficial at best, almost nopony ever took a book out of the old oak. In fact it seemed that the only time anypony other than her friends decided to visit was to ask her something or to solve a problem. Why just last week Lyra and Bon Bon had turned up asking Twilight how clean and sanitary the outside of an average cucumber was. That was a particularly weird one.

Was that it, of course she had the reliable Owloysius, but was that really it? She could have sworn there was somepony else, but she couldn't concentrate with that annoying buzzing. As quick as the thought had come, with an intense white noise, it was forgotten. Twilight went to prepare some breakfast, although it was really lunch by this time. It was her favourite cereal, a delectable mix of different flavoured rings. She had to order it especially from Fillydelphia as for some reason the local shops of Ponyville refused to stock it. 'Lots 'a' Sugared Donuts' was its full name, but the designers had opted to use an acronym on the front of the box. To that day Twilight never had understood why so few ponies chose to eat the delicious 'LSD'.

After finishing her E-number meal, Twilight decided to make some headway on her project for the princess. The librarian could have sworn that she had the necessary reference materials only yesterday. She remembered them being on her desk…her blackened desk. How on earth had that happened? Before Twilight could remember though – Buzz - query forgotten.

Three things happened next. Firstly there was an almighty crash from upstairs, complete with the unmistakeable sound of breaking roof. When living in a town with Rainbow Dash, living with that noise was an unfortunate but necessary fact of life. Secondly Twilight shrieked and dove underneath her settee. It was a completely understandable action when you think about it. Would you not squeal like a choir-colt if you heard your roof break?

The answer is yes, yes you would. The third and admittedly least interesting event was Owloysius hooted. Yes when compared to the other two positively thrilling things, this one sort of pales. But it happened at the same time as the other two things and therefore deserves to be documented.

Twilight waited a few seconds before hesitantly poking her muzzle out from under the sofa. There was no noise coming from the crash site. Rainbow Dash would usually have come downstairs by now to apologise.

"Oh no! What if she's hurt?" Twilight gasped. She crawled out from under her seat bunker and galloped upstairs. It became apparent once the unicorn had poked her head into her bedroom, that whatever had crashed into her house was not Rainbow Dash. The cyan Pegasus would often make a reasonable sized hole and scuff the floor slightly. It was nothing that couldn't be corrected and Ponyville's own resident speedster would always offer to cover the cost of the repairs. This, on the other hoof, would require more than just an average builder.

What was left of Twilight's bedroom ceiling was merely a hideous looking collection of mangled wood. The damage had spilled over to other rooms of her house, meaning she was essentially living in a giant bucket. Whatever had crashed into her house had been fortunate enough to land on her bed. Lucky vandal, unlucky bed. The frame was smashed clean in two, and her demolition's expert was rolled in the mess of springs and cloth that was once a mattress. The floor had buckled with the force, and there was the odd hole here and there.

Luckily she didn't keep any valuables in here; they were all in her desk. But still that bed had belonged to her Grandmother…or her grandfather… or her uncle. The point being it had belonged to somepony and Twilight was mad. She would have liked to storm over, but the delicate floor made such an action ill-advised. She had to settle for a meek looking tip-toe to get to the perpetrator.

She grabbed the ruin of a mattress and pulled it backward, thoroughly pumped up to kill somepony. However when she laid eyes on her assailant, there was that buzzing again. It got worse and worse until she was actually kneeling on the floor, hitting her ears over and over with her hooves. After around thirty seconds it subsided. Twilight promptly forgot all the memories she had of that buzzing, and any familiarities with the unconscious form in the mattress were lost with them. When she took another look at the knocked-out body, once again her mouth fell open. She ran a hoof down their chest and was only able to say one thing.

"Oh my…"

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Spike rubbed his head and let out a throaty groan. The dragon racked his brains in an effort to remember what had happened. He had flown above Ponyville, then collided with a cloud. After that he had been falling, before crashing# through…oh, now he remembered. He let his eyelids flutter open, and was met with the sight of Twilight.

She had an insane looking grin on her face, not at all unlike the mirror salesponies from before. They were in the library, the living room to be precise. Spike was sprawled out on the settee with a blanket over him. His new, lanky and bulky frame dwarfed his makeshift bed and his limbs hung over its edges. His lavender companion was sat in an armchair and was staring at him intensely.

Spike remembered seeing a mint green unicorn in Ponyville park who always sat weirdly; the way Twilight was positioned now was oddly reminiscent of that pony. The librarian's hooves were grinding against the armrests constantly, and she must have been here for a while as the chair's stuffing was being worn free. She wasn't moving, aside from her hooves and the steady rise and fall of her chest. It was in time with her ragged sounding breathing, and the occasional whistle of air rushing through her bared teeth.

"Erm…hey, sorry about the roof" he tried to sound distant and uncaring, the memory of yesterday was still fresh in his mind. However upon seeing her like this…he couldn't help but worry. She shuddered when she heard his voice.

"Are you okay Twilight?" as soon as he had said her name, not a couple of seconds after, not half an hour after, not when Jupiter aligns with Mars, but literally as soon as the word had let his mouth Twilight giggled. To be quite frank it was one of the most deeply disturbing things Spike had ever had the misfortune to hear. It wasn't a giggle of humour, but of excitement. It rattled in her mouth making her sound like her head was hollow. It was high pitched and her voice cracked frequently.

It was unpleasantly girlish, and she, being Twilight, had obviously put this on. When Spike said girlish though, he didn't mean girlish like Rarity. Not elegant, seductive and just the right mix between audacious and shy. No, not that at all. Spike meant girlish as in someone who had watched far too many Amareican teen dramas. After about 15 seconds she stopped and looked at the floor, before dusting shyly with her hoof.

"You know my name?" she enquired whilst refusing to meet his eyes.

"Well, of course…Twilight?" he was right to say her name with trepidation. Again, the very nanosecond he did she emitted that sound again. A raspy yip-yowl of annoying laughter that reverberated of every surface right back into Spike's ears.

"Sooo… What do we do now?" she asked while still moving her hoof around in little circles on the floor. Spike had no idea what she was getting at, the only time he had seen Twilight act this was when Princess Luna visited, and that was … oh. He tried to get up of the sofa but the blanket caught. He went sprawling in an inelegant heap on the floor. By the time he had righted himself Twilight was standing too.

"Twilight, you don't want me…like that," Spike tried to laugh of Twilight's advances, and she was quite literally advancing on him by this point, but a quiver in his voice betrayed his façade.

"Like what?" She giggled. Twilight was a young mare, and as such she had certain…urges. Spike pretended not to notice of course, it was Twilight's business and the thought of her being…amorous was gross to Spike. This being said though, he wasn't stupid. Finding the odd magazine under her bed, the occasional romance novel, the bizarre shaped parcels she received in the post and the things she and her friends discussed at sleepovers.

But these things didn't change the fact that Twilight was a book smart, introverted and shy mare who had absolutely no experience in real romance. Spike therefore made the educated guess at why Twilight was doing what she was doing. She was desperately overcompensating in an effort to be attractive.

Swinging her hips back and forth, waggling her flank, pursing her lips in a gesture that looked absurdly duck-like. This was not attractive to Spike, Twilight was not attractive to Spike, it was Twilight for Celestia's sake. It wasn't as if she was ugly but still, she was the one who took care of him, Spike couldn't think of her that way if you paid him. He had to stop this,

"Twilight! You've known me since I was a baby, I'm your number one assistant, I'm not your coltfriend…or would that be drakefriend? In any case this isn't you, what's wrong with you?!" Twilight stopped her disco dance of seduction and looked severely confused.

"But Dragonheart, we've never met before." She reminded him.

"I'm sorry, what did you call me?"

"Dragonheart, that's your name isn't it?" she looked hopeful to the point of being deranged.

"Why would that be my name?" he snapped, she didn't seem to mind his unfriendly tone though.

"Well while you were passed out, I decided to do a little bit of research to find out who you could be, and I found this old book," she presented a dusty old tome to the dragon. The title read 'Prophecies of Equestria'. Spike had cleaned this library so many times that he knew its contents better than Twilight herself and that book was definitely not a part of them.

Twilight didn't even believe in prophecies herself, save for the Nightmare Moon incident, and that later turned out to be based on concrete scientific fact. With a magenta flare of magic the unicorn skimmed the pages until she found the relevant passage.

"Through much scouring of old Equestrian ruins from the Pre-Discordion era, amazing discoveries have been made. The most recent was on the 28th of Sun's height in the 3023rd year of the glorious reign of the Sibling Alicorns. A tablet, thought to be over five thousand years old, which is marked with what looks like a prophecy. 'A gleaming white dragon that rides on wings of gold, he is ordained with an ever changing cutie mark and the power like no other. This Drake will one day either plunge Equestria into eternal darkness or take her back to the light. The drake's name shall be Dragonheart Augustine Virgil Spikewothy Magnus.' " Twilight set the book down and stared at Spike with enthusiasm, he felt that he was supposed to say something.

"So?" she urged.

"So what?" he retorted

"Is that your name?" Spike immediately scoffed at her question.

"Twilight my name is Spike," the librarian looked like she had trouble digesting this, until comprehension showed on her face.

"Oh, that's short for Spikeworthy, as in short for Dragonheart Augustine Virgil Spikewothy Magnus," Spike felt his eyelid twitch as he stared at the unicorn in shock.

"No! Spike as is Spike, as in short for Spike! You should know you called me Spike and as a matter of fact the name 'Dragonheart Augustine Virgil Spikewothy Magnus' is completely ridiculous!" again there was that look on Twilight's face, as if she just couldn't process the new information. "Why do you even believe this book? It's clearly fake, I don't know if you realise but the date it said this tablet was discovered was yesterday's date!"

"Oh, when you say you called me Spike, you mean that we were…erm, meant to be together! Yeah that makes sense, it must be destiny?! And with regards to the date thing…they do publish findings remarkably quickly nowadays." Spike's jaw hit the floor.

"What are you talking about? Is this because of yesterday? Twilight I'm sorry that we argued but you have to snap out of this!" Twilight had stopped listening to him, and was looking around confusedly. It was as if she was hearing some distant, far-off noise. It got worse for her; the unicorn fell to the ground with her hooves in her ears. Her legs started thrashing as her invisible torment got worse. Spike rushed over to her, forgetting all of his anger. However by the time he reached her body she had already gotten back up, and unfortunately seemed just as deluded as before.

"Nothing happened yesterday Dragonheart, as I've said we've never met before." Spike threw his claws in the air.

"Is this just some outlandish punishment Twilight, did you do this?" he shouted, gesturing to his new body. The unicorn waggled her eyebrows and replied,

"No, but I'd like to,"

"What do that even mea…Oh for goodness sake Twilight, that's disgusting!" It was clear his caretaker had gone completely round the bend. Whoever or whatever had changed him had clearly messed with Twilight's brain and planted that book. Revenge would have to wait, he had to go and get a doctor or an exorcist or a proctologist or just something official sounding to help her out. He wheeled around to face the door, but Twilight had already teleported in front of it.

"Well," She purred, "I suppose that it will get pretty lonely when you're out there saving Equestria, maybe you need a mare to keep you company…" she had put on that ridiculous seduction technique again. It looked like she was having some sort of episode. There was only one way out, one place she couldn't follow him.

Spike flared his wings filling the room with an impressive display of golden light. This action bought him the necessary seconds to propel himself up the stairs since Twilight had to stop and swoon. The dragon crashed through the bedroom door, and with a pump of his wings he was propelled out through the hole in Twilight's roof.

Spike expected a hard thud, but was met with a blissful fluffiness. His wings had launched him higher than expected, high enough for the drake to land on a cloud.

"This is good," he whispered, "She can't follow me up here. Okay, think Dragonheart…I mean Spike! Think Spike, her friends will know what to do, where would they be right now?" The alabaster dragon racket his brains, and after literally thirteen seconds of quasi-hard work, he came up with an answer.

"It's Wednesday, and Twilight and her friends always have a spa day on Wednesday!" Spike peeped out from his soft hiding place and located Ponyville's luxurious wellness centre. He could risk going down to the streets, whatever had affected him and Twilight could have affected any of these ponies too. However, from past experience he realised that he couldn't risk flying either.

"How do I get there…hold on a tick," Spike stood up on the cloud's surprisingly sturdy frame and jumped. His powerful leg muscles launched him about twenty feet off the ground.

"Ha! Just like Spider-Mare!" he laughed. The dragon aimed his body and leapt to another cloud, it took his bulk well. He repeated this airborne parkour until he was above the spa. Flaring his wings again, Spike jumped and was carried gently to the ground. Wasting no time he slipped into the Spa building.

The reception area was quiet, and that was good; he wanted to avoid attention as much as possible. Spike had been in here before, and so he knew his way through to where treatments were done. The building was a maze of dimly-lit, incense-smelling hallways and rooms with odd sounding groaning noises coming from them. Only because of ponies getting massages, what did you think he meant?

At last, there it was, room 33, where they always got their treatments. Spike burst in,

"Guys, I know I look and sound different but there's something wrong with…" He never finished his sentence. Twilight had obviously taken advantage of her unparalleled capacity to teleport and gotten there first. She was enthusiastically showing her friends the book from before, and even more worryingly, they looked genuinely enthralled. Fluttershy looked up for a moment, and their eyes met. Spike poured everything he had into his that look.

He tried to tell her 'it's me, Spike, there's something wrong with Twilight'. But most of all, above everything else, Spike wanted to shout 'not you too'. To the drake's dismay, she fell to the ground and covered her ears like Twilight had earlier. The rest of her friends looked up at the scene, and then they saw Spike. Everypony excluding Twilight started covering their ears and convulsing on the ground. When they arose they wore the same insane grins as the element of magic did.

"You were right Twilight… he's fabulous," Rarity purred.

"Ah'd love to see him buck a tree," Applejack grinned.

"He could party with me all night long!" Pinkie shrieked only marginally louder than usual.

"Just look at those wings," Rainbow Dash cackled in a manner both suggestive and threatening.

"The prophecy didn't mention he was so cute," Fluttershy butted in, being uncharacteristically assertive.

"WHAT THE BUCK IS WRONG WITH EVERYPONY!" Spike roared, his voice was at an even greater volume than somepony who had just bought and IPad and was boasting about it. Needless to say…that's pretty damn loud. With another animalistic bellow Spike breathed a plume of fire. As he had mentioned to Twilight yesterday, dragon flames only burn what the dragon targets.

So Spike simply made the conscious choice not to target anything specifically, and as a result nothing was burned. Yet the flame was still frightening. In a burst of brimstone scented rage, the fire cracked and roared. It was different to his usual green. It was red, it was every shade of red imaginable. Each different tone of red converged and combined to come up with inconceivable new shades of rouge and crimson and scarlet.

By the time he had finished the ponies were backed into a corner. 'Better scared than trying to assault me' he thought bitterly. But his triumph didn't last, in a soul-crushing display of misguided fanaticism they all began to clap.

"AAAHHHRRGGG, I DON'T WANT ANY OF YOU, I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU ARE ACTING LIKE THIS BUT THERE IS NOT A CHANCE IN TARTATRUS THAT I WILL EVER WANT TO BE WITH ANY OF YOU!" he panted, trying to regain his breath and composure.

"Maybe at some point I would have wanted Rarity, but not when she's like this. You're all acting like psycho's so please, please just stop!" they all looked amongst themselves, before finally Twilight broke the silence.

"Well you heard him Rarity, he doesn't want you, you might as well go," Rarity spluttered in shock upon hearing this.

"Doesn't want me, more like he doesn't want some reclusive little bookworm who has an obvious crush on Luna!" Twilight reeled back,

"So what if I have a cru…I mean I don't have a crush on Luna!"

"She's right Twi', besides he obviously wants me," Applejack interjected, before being confronted by a furious Rainbow Dash,

"Wants you? He's not an Apple tree, or Braeburn. He's a real dragon and he needs a real mare."

"A real mare? You mean the real mare who was crying in fear before the young flyers competition?" Fluttershy sneered at her rainbow friend. Spike watched the horror unfold before him. All of his closest friends were fighting viciously. Twilight was using magic to mess up Rarity's mane, and in turn was having her coat changed into a myriad of unappealing colours.

Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash were in the air and trying to pummel each other, whilst Applejack was pelting them with a seemingly infinite supply of apples from her saddlebag. Pinkie Pie was sat on the floor facing the battle, furiously shouting her own name again and again. The dragon would have liked to tell them to cut it out but he was completely out of energy.

However, while the mares were fighting for the love of a dragon they had realised they loved more than anything about two minutes ago, they didn't notice what happened next. A large ball of energy, appeared near Spike's midsection, it grew larger and larger. It seemed to be a mix of the brightest sunlight and darkest moonlight the dragon had ever seen, and it grew to the point of enveloping him. There was no point trying to run away, it couldn't get any worse and so the dragon just let it take him. Finally the ball reached its maximum and disappeared, taking Ponyville's most sought after bachelor with it.