Twilicorn (unfinished)

  “Sweet Celestia, I am so fed up with this!” Twilight groaned in anger, sending a slew of assorted papers flying across the room. Her grip of magic tightened on a huge encyclopedia, nearly causing it to burst into a thick book stew. It was quite early in the morning; Spike was still sleeping upstairs, and Twilight was attempting to sort out one of the most difficult situations she has ever dealt with. It was far more intense than even when she was tardy. What she faced today was something she had been dealing with for a long while. There was a question that was consistently thrown around in her head like a great ball of fire.

    “Why was every single one of her friends poking fun of her height?”

    Every single one of her friends and even Discord poked fun at her height. But the purple mare didn’t see anything different about her stature. Night after night, her studying became more and more time consuming, feasting on her precious shut eye time. And every night ended in the same manner, Twilight simply looked at herself in the mirror long and hard. No difference to her, at least. She believed she was still the same ol’ Twily. She wouldn’t have ever worried, but something quite peculiar occurred on her way to the market. As she happily trotted down the dirty path, a small little colt jolted up to her with a gleeful grin. The blue colt chortled out a joke, “Hah, it’s ‘The Leaning Tower of Princess!’”  Normally, Twilight would’ve responded to the little pony’s joke with a tender chuckle; but for some reason, that comment opened her eyes. If a random child from the streets of Ponyville saw the height difference, it must’ve been obvious to everyone else!

    So she energetically sprinted home, and began to go through book after book on pony hormonal growth and similar topics.  After absolutely nothing gave her any clue as to why she was “growing,” Twilight simply shrugged and chalked it up to the entire town making fun of her pretty princess transformation. “Whatever, it must just be the entire town playing a prank; I’ll be willing to bet that Pinkie Pie is behind it-“The purple pony slammed the book shut with a whirlwind of purple energy, but as she tossed the book down, something peculiar happened. Her tail started to feel like it was being playfully tugged, her heart began to slowly but surely beat faster and faster, and a fierce tingling sensation rung through her body like church bells. While that was happening, the princess’ stomach violently growled in protest of the sudden happening. Twilight’s eyes started to fill with double vision, the room was a gigantic blur.

    “Ugh, wh-what is…happening…“Moaned the purple princess, her legs felt as if they were putty being pulled towards the sky. Then, with an audible pop, everything suddenly stopped. The tingling and the twitching were thrown into a screeching halt. Twilight held her head in a disoriented blur while the room began to come back into focus. “Goodness, what in Equestria just happened!?” Twilight exclaimed, shaking her head out of the strange daze. “Huh, something seems…different.” She rubbed her hoof against her chin and raised an eyebrow. Something was different alright, the room had seemingly shrunk at the seams!

    Twilight was now slightly taller than the doorway, and her hooves were about the same size of the brown books in her library. Worriedly, she called for her trusty scaled servant Spike. “Spike! Spiiiikkeee!” The purple dragon wasn’t exactly an early riser, but he somehow trained his ears to hear when he was needed.  Quickly, Spike stammered out of the bedroom and hurried his small self down the stairs.

    “Wh-what is it Twilight? Is the library on fire? Is Rarity here to finally confess her love for me!?” He rubbed his eyes, and as soon as he was completely awake; his mouth went agape at the sight of the towering purple mare. “Twilight, what happened to you!?”

    “Is it really that noticeable?”

    “Yeah, considering I was up to your neck yesterday, and now I’m up to your legs; it’s either I’m shrinking or you’re growing.”

    “Oh no, this is horrible!”

    “I know! Your butt is huuugee!”

    “…” Twilight frowned at Spike’s comment, and furled her brow.

    “Uh, I mean… what lovely, err…weather we’re having?” Spike nervously laughed, a drop of sweat moving down his forehead.

    “Never mind Spike, we just need to find out a way to get me back to normal size!” Twilight proclaimed, stomping her hoof against the ground with a thud.

    “So how do we do that?” Spike placed his hands on the back of his head and let out an exhausted sigh.

    “Well, I don’t know.”

    “Great plan.”

    “We should probably go see one of our friends, they could help.” The purple alicorn proclaimed, quickly levitating her saddle bags off of the rickety railing above, conviction heavily present in her tone. She fumbled and frantically tried to squeeze the bags onto her enlarged frame, but to no avail. That blood boiling feeling of frustration filled her brain, throwing the small bags across the room in an annoyed fit.

    “Oh, can we go see Rarity?”

    “Why?”

    “Because I have a question to ask her, it’s kinda important.” Spike spoke in a cocky, know-it-all tone.

    “Fine Spike, we’ll go see Rarity.” Twilight rolled her eyes and proceeded towards the door with a sigh. “And by the way my flank isn’t THAT big-“She couldn’t finish her rebuttal, as she took her eyes off of where she was walking and slammed her head right into the top of the doorway. “Oof!” The purple princess took a hard wallop, causing her to see stars and spaceships; the whole shebang!

    “Twilight, are you okay?!” The baby dragon ran to Twilight’s side, while she shook out the cobwebs from her brain. She had caught the entire area above the door face first; maybe she should’ve paid attention or maybe she should’ve gotten a bigger door.


“Who put this door here!?”


“…It’s always been here.”

“Right, sorry…just being hit in the head is sort of…disorienting.” Twilight shook her head; it felt like her brain had just been put through the spin cycle. “Let us be off!” Enthusiasm boomed from Twilight’s voice. Ducking her head low so she could just barely squeeze herself through the door, she inched her way out of the library. Spike followed, still perspiring as if he was inside of a hot-sauna. That comment he made earlier was quite a bold statement, Twilight could easily take a bit of revenge whenever she wanted to. Just the thought of what she’d do as a punishment made him recoil in fear.
    The two valiantly marched to Rarity’s boutique, keeping their heads high the entire way.
While Twilight and Spike kept stomping onward to Rarity's home, Twilight started to feel a bit light headed. Her nose twitched in an odd fashion, and her thighs began to quake. She shook her head in protest of the sensation, but to no avail; whatever was happening, there was no stopping it. Like roots being pulled out of the ground, her once above average sized legs once again slightly shot up into the air. Of course to accompany the new height, she had to get a bit of girth; her stomach growled ferociously as it unleashed the floodgates of chub. Evenly distributing flab around her frame. The purple pony balanced out, it was like teeter-totter of Twilight. Her height and weight evening out after a small bit of time. "No! Sweet Celestia no!" She screamed, holding her heavy hooves in front of her shocked face.

"Twilight? Di-did it happen again!?" The baby dragon's eyes opened wide, observing Twilight's newly acquired stature.

"I don't know, what does THIS tell you?!" She cautiously raised her hoof over Spike, its shadow enshrouding his frame like a school yard bully.

"It tells me you need to go on a diet." Spike laughed, paying attention only to the weight Twilight gained and not her full size.

"You never quit, do you?"

"Nah not really." The mile wide smile on Spike’s face faded into a more deadpan expression. Rarity’s shimmering boutique was a mere step away from Twilight and her purple dragon cohort. There are some days when things don’t go your way and today was the definition of a bad luck day, as Twilight would soon figure out.

“Spike, you have to knock on the door.” The purple mare turned her rather large frame around to look at her baby dragon. “Spike?”

“Oooh man, even Rarity’s trash is amazing…” A long whiff soon followed those words, Spike was savoring the disgusting aroma of his crush’s trash can.

“Spike!”

“Uhm, what exactly would she need this for-“He began to root around vigorously in Rarity’s garbage.

“We have no time for this!” Complained Twilight, her shrill and angered scream nearly shaking the nearby boutique to its foundation. Within the minute, an awkward and shocked silence fell across the friends. “Spike, did you feel that?” Twilight broke the silence, her voice was filled to the brim with concern, taking a look at the sludge spelunking Spike.

“Feel what? The ground shaking?” He proceeded to politely pick through a rusted old lockbox.

“Yes and I think that it has something to do with my size.”

“No, really? I just thought your voice always caused earthquakes.”

“Just knock on the door already- Ow!” The door instantly barged open and smashed against Twilight’s gargantuan hoof, a white mare was feverishly sprinting her way out of the boutique.

“Oh my goodness gracious, what’s happened?! Are the decorations okay?” Rarity was in a panic, her perfect dark purple mane was disorganized, and it was an absolute wreck for her standards. After about ten seconds of examining her lawn, her eyes widened at the sight of her behemoth friend. “T-twilight!?”

“I see you notice my not so little problem…” Twilight sighed with a faint glimmer of frustration in her voice.

“Dearie me, what in the whole wide world of Equestria happened to you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to find out.” A raise of her hoof soon followed, Twilight started prodding the metal silhouettes of ponies atop Rarity’s once sizeable shop.

“Good luck fitting into your gala dress, heh…” Spike quietly laughed to himself, continuing to play with Rarity’s garbage.

“You came here for help I imagine?” Rarity never had to look up to anybody before, even as a princess she could still sort of see Twilight as her regular old friend. But she couldn’t help but be in awe of being in the presence of Equestria’s biggest princess. Twilight even saw Rarity slightly shiver while she was standing, her eyes blinking like a broken streetlight.

“Of course, you’re the unicorn I’m most comfortable with, I thought you would have something to help me get back down to size.” The purple princess lowered her head to meet Rarity at eye-level, greeting her friend with a smile even Pinkie Pie couldn’t match.

“Not to worry, Twilight; I have just the thing to help you!” Rarity kindly patted Twilight’s cheek with her hoof, and brashly bolted back into her boutique. Loud crashes and thuds echoed throughout the area, every now and then Rarity would angrily grunt some sort of complaint. While Twilight waited patiently for Rarity to find whatever she needed to find, she noticed immediately that Spike made a complete mess of her yard while rummaging through her trash.

“You’re going to clean this up, you know that right?” She teasingly poked Spike’s back with her swimming pool sized hoof.

“Mhm, yeah whatever.” The baby dragon rolled his eyes in response to that statement, not taking Twilight seriously. Birds serenely tweeted, the curtain of silence once again fell on the two. It wasn’t an awkward silence, it was more of a silence brought on by tension and impatience.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Rarity immerged from the tiny door. She was holding some sort of purple and light green harness, with black straps carelessly swinging in the wind. “I found iiit!” Sung the happy mare, energetically holding the object in her magical grip.

A confused expression flew across Twilight’s face, with a snide tone she rolled her eyes “How is THAT going to help me, Rarity?”

“Twilight, there is no need for that tone I am simply trying to help.” Responded Rarity, fiddling with the straps of the harness.

“I’m sorry Rarity but I don’t see how a tiny thing like that is going to help a big thing like me.”

“Shh, I am an expert in the art of fabrics and dress crafting, I believe I can handle this uh…growth spurt with little issue.”

“But I-“

“Just lower your head down here, and I’ll do the rest.” This opportunity was one Rarity was waiting for clearly, if she could make a piece of clothing that can control a pony’s figure; she’d surely leave her mark on the higher ups in Canterlot. Determination and vigor bounced around the inside of her brain as she observed Twilight lowering her huge head to meet her at eye level. “Spike, I will definitely need your help with this, understood?” Called Rarity, carelessly trotting up Twilight’s mausoleum sized muzzle.

“Aye aye miss Rarity, at your service!” Nobody ever told Spike that being chivalrous isn’t always the best idea. But it became apparent to him as soon as he took that first step onto Twilight’s face.

“Spike, watch yourself! We don’t want to hurt Twilight.” Yelled Rarity atop Twilight’s forest sized mane.

“Oh no, we wouldn’t ever want that…” Spike shook his head, inching his way up Twilight’s nose. Unfortunately, a ladder and a big mare’s face were two completely different things to climb. One wrong movement was all it took for Spike to be sent plummeting down towards the ground. That would have been way better than what was about to happen. “Gaaaaahh!” Screamed Spike, flailing his legs and arms around. Soon, his voice became muffled; as he fell right into one of Twilight’s black holeish nostrils. He tried to pull himself out of Twilight’s purple nose, but his attempts proved to be in vain.

“Spike, stop messing around in my nose. Yuck! You smell terrible, you should have taken a shower before we came over here!” The purple princess somehow maintained her angry expression during the entire ordeal. It looked like she had a purple booger hanging out of her nose. The tiny dragon assistant was jammed in her nose hole good. His claws scratching and clawing the inside of her muzzle, in addition to the horrible wafting stench of Spike made Twilight’s eyes slightly water. “Spike please, this is no time for messing around! This is serious!” She used her powerful purple grip of magic to grab hold of Spike’s tail, and with one good tug; removed him from her spacious nose. Then, with an annoyed look on her face; she easily levitated him over to her highway long back and gently dropped him down.  Coated in green snot, Spike looked like he just saw his worst fear he was shivering and a tad pale. After being in shock and speaking to himself for a few seconds, he got down on all fours and shook the slimy limey goo off of himself like a dog.

“Never again.” Spike whispered to himself, wiping Twilight’s snot off of his arms. Rarity didn’t pay any attention to the situation, she was too busy adjusting the position of the tiny harness on Twilight’s back.

“Spike, I need your help; come now, stop dallying!” Complained Rarity, barking orders to Spike without a second thought. Hopping to his feet, Spike sprint over to Rarity with a purpose and proudly stood at attention. The little guy sure can bounce back when he wants to. “Okay Spike, what we’re going to do is; you’ll grab one set of straps and I shall grab another, we’ll jump right off of Twilight’s big back, and pull the straps down with us, do you understand darling?”

“Yes Rarity of course I understand.” The love struck salamander had hearts for eyes and jelly for knees as he grabbed a set of straps from the harness.

“Are you sure this will work, Rarity? I mean, I’m pretty big and I don’t think such a small harness-“Twilight gazed back at the two tiny friends on her back, but was immediately cut off by a confident Rarity.

“Hush up, Twilight; this is the strongest latex in all of Equestria! I’ve been developing it for such a long time I’d be surprised if it didn’t work!” Harness fastened around Twilight’s pudgy, monster sized belly, Rarity and Spike stood across from each other, ready to jump. Spike held his share of the stretchy rope with his claws, while Rarity held her share with an elegant shield of magic. “We’re going to jump and pull the binds with us! The harness will tighten around your core causing you to shrink down to size!”

“That doesn’t make any sense, Rarity!” Apparently it made sense to Rarity, because without a second’s notice; she motioned for Spike to take the plunge with her in unison. The cords were pulled, and the girdle-like piece of clothing constricted around Twilight’s big back and pudgy princess belly. “MMMHFFF!” Twilight’s eyes raised to the sky, her face became a flustered red, and a gallon of sweat started to pour out of her face, sending a strange shower to the boutique below. Spike and Rarity hung around under Twilight’s all-consuming frame, carefully dangling from the spandex straps of the harness. It looked like a couple of ants trying to take down a purple bulldozer.