This piece was commissioned by colonelrockrits. A simple idea to turn Spike into a mother chicken. I doubt Spike will be working as Twilight’s assistant anytime soon, unless Twilight’s fine reading chicken scratch.
Client provided the following description:
Day 1: Spike: Huh, where did this egg come from?
Day 2: Spike: What the…? What just happened with my tail?
Day 3: Spike: Gah! My arms! Oh no, the egg!
Day 4: Spike: Oh, hey there little guy.
Day 5: And that’s how I ended up being this little guy’s mother.
Smolder: Good for you Spike.
Ember: Yeah, at least you’re enjoying this.