Despite her exhaustion, Bluefire forced herself to get up and perform the necessary spell. Several moments later, his male body was back, though the tiredness was even worse after using magic in such a state. This was probably a bad idea, but he could not let himself rest until he ensured that the interloper was no longer a threat.
Kicking out Dartwing was out of the question right now. Even with his size advantage, he was in no state to fight. Additionally, he was already in hot water with Spark. Expelling her guest after being partly responsible for his presence would make her absolutely livid.
So, in the end, Bluefire only had one other option.
Spark stood up when he entered the room. "Bluefire! You're male again!" Then, she blinked as she realized what that meant. "Wait, so you finished laying, then."
"Yes. Five eggs. All healthy," Bluefire replied a bit breathlessly. Even the short walk here tired him out. He turned to Dartwing, enjoying the look of utter shock on the young male's face. "Hello, Dartwing. This is my true form."
As Dartwing gawked, Spark smiled at the news. "Five! How wonderful! It will be a nest-full without a doubt. I will likely need help. And you really ought to rest."
"Will rest later," Bluefire panted, his vision blurring. "One more thing to do."
"What's that?"
"Getting you some help." With that answer, Bluefire cast his spell on Dartwing, who looked almost ready to bolt in his confusion.
The smaller dragon shuddered as he lost even more mass, becoming lithe and feminine. Soon, a petite silver dragoness stood in his place. She yelped in surprise, inspecting her new body.
Spark turned on her mate angrily. "Bluefire! No!"
Then, her objection cut short when she saw...