Friendship is Volatile

Teleporting was in a personal opinion a lot like shitting. Imagine the universe tearing you apart in the same way one chews food, shoves you down a small tube like swallowing, and subsequently pushing you out of another hole unceremoniously into another area entirely. It was literally the world eating you and pooping you out somewhere else, and it was terrible. The great thing about it was the sudden lack of moon ponies in his general vicinity, making that particularly unpleasant experience well worth the outcome.

Taking stock of the things around him Locks gathered his equipment and the few books Twilight sent with him, laying them out carefully across a work table. He had his cloths, a few rune books including the one he was being taught out of earlier, and even a small wooden box of goose sized gems for him to fiddle with. His heart skipped a beat when his eyes fell over Star Swirl's journal and a small square of parchment tied around it.

There was no way in hell she could've known exactly what he was looking at in the journal, but the book alone contained enough amazing and potentially deadly shit that would give her more than enough reason to keep it away. What if she made the book unreadable or worse put some kind of tracking spell on it? His mind was spiraling out of control with all the things that particular unicorn could have done, yet after a few steadying breaths he opened the note slowly.

"Dear Lockette,

I do believe I've found exactly what you've been up to in my basement when I came across this book hidden underneath the bed. That particular spot happens to be Spikes favorite hiding place, so I make a habit of checking there periodically just in case he's gotten into something a bit too dangerous. If this journal was the reason behind your sudden interest in runic magic then I'm happy to see you setting your goals to such a high standard. I've marked a page within the journal that I believe you have the theoretical understanding to tinker with the specified device. Your assignment is the completion of the device along with another conditional component I've taken the liberty to implement. This combination of runes will test you in every facility and will fail if even a single mistake is made.

I have also taken the liberty of copying the book to my specifications and sealing the original to keep you from skipping my portion of the construction. Without the appropriate rune weaving I promise you as Celestia's student and the Element of Magic that it will fail completely. I would suggest devising a very careful means of testing to prevent accidental death. I believe this will dissuade you from making any rash decisions during construction or blatant disregard for caution. I look forward to grading your work in one weeks time.

Your Instructor,

Twilight Sparkle.

If Locks happened to be a female he'd probably be pregnant with how hard Sparkle just fucked him. Tossing the letter away like a plague infested rag he snatched the journal up and flipped towards his only salvation. Before him was the same Kinetic Conversion Shield spell, but with three times more information than before. Instead of the single page with a couple of empty pages following it the entire thing now took up four pages worth of layered runes.

Instead of going off the deep end he stopped, took a deep breath, and opened the rune books arrayed around him before placing the steel in front of him. There was no reason to dwell on the doom placed upon him by the purple fiend, so without any further hesitation he simply got to work on molding the steel into proper boots.

While he worked Locks had no concept of time passing him by as his mind coiled around the various runes he was slowly inlaying into the steel and their function in the bigger picture of operation. It wasn't so much a huge amount of runes Twilight added to the original design, but instead a blending of a few more processes to the already impressive spell. Unless he was misreading the instructions and runes her addition to the boots allowed the user to walk and interact with clouds in the same way the pegasi could...

Pony slut magic in his general opinion, but considering all the other shit he'd witnessed with his own eyes there was plenty of room for more ridiculous stuff to happen. Placing yet another rune carefully on the boots Locks looked back towards the book and blinked owlishly. There were no further enchantments for the boots, and while he still needed to make the cabling that would run from the boots to a power center and a gem he backed tracked through his current work just to be sure.

Looking around he noticed that the room was being lit by magical glowing orbs and the moon was rising above the horizon from the vantage point of Twilight's tower. He had been so focused on his work that hours had slipped by unnoticed, yet he still couldn't believe how easy the boots were to finish. It was only after a long yawn and resting his head on his arms did he realize just how tired he was.

The funny thing about panic and generally trying to escape certain ponies was the toll it took on the body. What he planned to be a simple rest soon saw him whisked away into dream land. The dream in question was an old one from his earliest days and amusing to no end. In his childhood Locks was actually afraid of vampires the same way most kids worried about things under their beds. This dream had him running down a long stone corridor with a wailing vampire woman chasing him down.

Since the first time he'd gotten over the fear of them the dream took some pretty crazy turns and mutations after that, but this particular scenario included a baseball bat resting just around the corner to the left not a few feet in front of him. It was hard to be scared of something with a bashed in face and skull, so Locks gleefully sprinted around the corner and snatched up his trusty friend and the original banishment of this bad dreams.

When he turned to dispatch the filthy creature he was met with nothing but silence and his quickened breath...

Oddly enough this dream did have a way of turning towards the sexy side of things when he hit puberty, but the sudden lack of anything at all caught him off guard. Using the bat as a prop Locks gently scratched his head and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do when he heard a faint sound in the distance.

"clop, clop, clop, clop, clop, clop, clop, clop""

"Alright... Who's bangin fuckin coconuts together?"

Around a corner at the other end of the corridor he spotted shape materializing out of the dark, but even with the poor lighting it was impossible to confuse the blue pegasus with ridiculous hair making her way down the hall. He still had no fucking idea why Rainbow Dash was appearing in his dreams, but at least he wouldn't be completely bored.

"Huh. It's a Rainbow Turd! What's shakin Dashie? Can't stay away from me even for a day?"

The only sound was her persistent little hooves closing the distance with him. He arched an eyebrow at her in silence, but it wasn't until she got closer a shiver ran up his spine. Her eyes were half lidded, and her face sported a heavy blush, but what made him freeze were her eyes. They were still the same rosy shade as before but they were now slitted like a serpents. Windows that were not fucking there two seconds ago suddenly flashed with lightning as thunder echoed through the corridor.

Her muzzle parted, and he could see steamed breath being panted out in small clouds as she drew ever closer, but the thing that got him shaking was a second flash of lightning and the glint of fangs visible in the brightness. Before the thunder rolled through the corridor her wings suddenly snapped out beside her, displaying dark blue leathery appendages instead of her normal feathered wings.

The corridor was suddenly freezing cold, and his own breath was misting in front of him as he picked up the back and started backing away, pointing his only weapon at her.

"Nope! I will fuck your shit up! I swear to god you stay the fuck over there or I will brain the shit out of you!"

It wasn't the cold that made him shiver, it was the sound of her voice. There was so much affection in it that the sound alone was terrifying, yet the look in her eyes only made him shake harder.

"It's ok Lockette, let me help you. Let me show you everything's ok.... Just... Just let me show you..."

It was the same as earlier that day. She took off at mind boggling speed and closed the distance in little more than a few heartbeats. Locks swung the bat as if his life depended on it, but it only managed to delay her. She caught the fucking thing with her teeth and while the momentum of the bat carried her some what off course he watched in horror as she twisted her head around and snapped the bat into splinters.

He fled screaming like a bitch. He didn't know how and he couldn't care less, but somehow he managed to get into the room behind him and slam the door shut. The wooden bar snapped down and secured the door. No matter how hard he tried Locks couldn't stop himself from shaking.

"Lockette... Please...Please let me in...."

With her panting and pawing at the door Locks could only whimper incoherently shake his head.

"I don't want any! Go away! I need an adult!"

"I'm an adult~"

If he had anything in his bladder or colon  Locks would have pissed and shit him self on the spot when he heard that feminine voice in his ear and looked down to find dark hooves sensually curling around his waist. Initiating defensive flailing proved useless as the mare yanked him away from the door. He felt something wrap around his wrists and ankles, yanking them painfully apart as he was tossed on the bed. Still trying to squirm away Locks jerked his head back and forth as he was roughly flipped onto his back.

The mare in question almost penetrated his panic with pure confusion. It looked like what Luna would be if she grew up and turned into a milf.

"What the fuck moon pony?!"

I am the mistress of the night, ruler of dreams, and lady of the moon, yet here you are with the gall to call me moon pony. Even after all of your transgressions I still have the *pity** and mercy to help such a sorry creature.*

"THIS IS NOT HELPING!"

The sound of wood exploding signaled the arrival of yet another bit of nightmare fuel that would follow him to the grave. Dashie flew carefully through the wreckage of the door and landed on top of him with her hooves on either side of his body.

"Did you enjoy yourself Lockette? Did you like the feel of my flank? I swear on my crown you will *love** the way this feels."*

"It's ok Locks... Let me show you...."

He watched Dashie gently wrap her left front hoof behind his head as she leaned down, and while he jerked again to try and escape the force holding his limbs down extended to his head. The pegasus kissed his forehead softly before wrapping her other hoof around his side and moving to a far rougher kiss against his lips. He could feel her fangs press against his lips and her tongue shove its way pasted his teeth. The moment their tongues met with her's coiling around his own something besides the taste of her caught his attention.

She was drugging him. Whatever it was made his mind hazy and his limbs heavy. No matter how much he screamed internally his body did not comply to his demands. He simply fell into a cozy stupor as the pegasus on top of him made it her business to explore every inch of his mouth with her tongue, slowly tilting his head to the right. The feel of a second kiss against his neck sparked new panic, yet that feeling felt so very far away.

A stab of pain flared in his neck when he felt something push past the skin and deep into the muscle, but even as the pain washed through him it was followed by a wave of pleasure twice its size. Though it hurt it felt so very good at the same time that any panic or fear seemed to melt away. At long last Dashie broke her kiss panting softly and shifted to his right and Luna took her place. Once more Locks felt pain in his neck mixed with indescribable pleasure, but the feel of Luna leaning down to pick up where Dashie left off disabled any higher form of thinking.

He could feel their warmth seeping into him as Dashie drank from his neck and Luna gave him a taste of her mouth and the harsh coppery tang of his own blood through their kiss. Locks felt the force holding him down vanish as his left hand drifted up to gently scratch moon pony behind the ear, but something odd happened. The princess suddenly jerked up from their kiss, and while his hand still softly caressed her hair and ear a heavy blush reddened her face.

Before he could say a word the sound of a loud bang jerked him violently from his slumber, toppling him over from his chair. A mismatched pair of arms wrapped around his head as a jubilant voice shattered the silence.

"It's my favorite crazy person! I was gonna go visit you tonight, but Sparkle butt said she sent you here! How far have you gotten....."

"Are... Are you crying?"

"I'm never going to be right again..."