Killing Time

We flash into existence before one of the four massive gates to my palace grounds. Tapping my cane gently upon the road, the gate in front of us lowers into the earth.

Turning to Rainbow Dash I say “ladies and reptiles first”

She then crosses the three lines going into my fortress.

I work a little magic and influence where she appears. I then tap my cane and join her in her chambers.

Her room was simple a four poster bed, a fire place with two arm chairs, a wall of book shelves which I had filled with books she should enjoy based upon her profile.

“Close but not quite there” I muse. “Of course” I tap my cane of the ground she flinches at this but relaxes when a small antechamber is formed.

I then lift Tank off her back.

“What are you doing with him?” she yells at me.

With a smile, I point to the new antechamber and walk over to it and set Tank down on the other side of the small gate. To sooth, any worries my prisoner might now have I tell her. “He is a tortoise and here is his terrarium.”

She then looks over the small gate and sees the new environment I had set her pet into. The ground was covered in short grass except for one corner, which was a small pond. The far wall had a hallow log set against it and a food dish full of lettuce and fruit was set in the middle of it all.

“Um thank you,” she mutters.

Turning to her, I snapped my fingers. The bindings on her wings disappeared. “I must warn you now stay in this room till I come get you. This room is yours as long as you behave. I would rather my dungeon stay empty for now.”

Looking at the bed, she tries to fly to it with her freshly freed wings. With several quick flaps, she goes no ware. With a shudder, she turns to you and asks, “Why don’t my wings work?”

I shrug and state, “To enter my home as anything but my servant is to willingly forsake your magic. When either I choose to let you leave or if you decide to devote yourself to me, it will return. Now then the morning meal is in eight hours I suggest you get some sleep.”

She nods and I turn and walk out of the room. The hall I enter has seven other doors and an opening leading toward my kitchen and dining room. I turn and walk to the other end of the hall. At what appears to be a blank wall I press my hand and a door so well hidden, you cannot see the seams swings in. Crossing the thresh hold, I close the door noticing the mark on it is Virgo. I then turn to the door marked with the symbol for Sagittarius and make a security room. In this room, a wall of colored crystals show the state of your security spells everything is in the green. Another wall has a bank of monitors all show no activity save Rainbow Dash’s room where I see what appears to be her crying herself to sleep. Happy with this set up I walk out and enter my private baths.

Soaking in the main pool, I ponder one of the questions she asked me tonight. “Who am I?” I ask myself. “I am no longer D#%&* the average human. As the personification of chaos I need a name that is both a concept and an identity.” Think several ideas run through my mind old names of chaotic gods from earth Loki, Khaos, Seth, and Apophis all flashed through my mind but none seemed to fit. “Chaos, madness, anarchy. Discord does sound perfect but that was the person before me.”

Thinking of names with a D, my mind flashed to Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comics. Seven siblings each identified with a name that describes their role in existence. Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, and. “That’s it I am Delirium.”

With my new name chosen, I felt complete again. I felt as though my magic seemed to be getting stronger. As if renaming myself further aligned my body, mind, and soul with my new role. Getting up and drying off I went to bed.

The next morning I woke up and decided to toy with Rainbow Dash a bit. I entered the hall her room was in through the passage she would take and set a spell line. When she crossed it, she would become human. With a smile, I walk up to her door. Musing I set a nameplate and a crystal copy of her cutie mark on the door. I briskly knocked on the door and waited. Nothing. I knock again. Still nothing. I go through this three more time. Annoyed I enter the room. There she is still sleeping. I throw the covers off her still no reaction. Tapping the cane on the ground a large tub of water appears. Think about how mad she has made me I tap the cane again and Ice appears in the tub.

“Rainbow Dash this is your last chance to wake up before I toss you in to the tub.” Still nothing but a snore. I reach down and with less effort then I thought it would take I lift her up by a leg. How strong was I now? She looks like she should weigh at least a hundred pounds. “A question for another time” I say as I drop her in the tub.

With a coughing yelp, she jumps out of the tub. She then turns to me and gives me a dirty look. “What was that for?” she yells at me.

“I think after seven times to try and wake you up politely you earned your little morning dip.” I reply evenly. “Now do you want breakfast or not?” I ask while turning to stride out the door.

Reluctantly she followed me out the door her stomach seeming to outweigh her pride. She and I walked down the hall I crossed the spell line first and a thought popped into my head. She is not wearing one stitch of clothing. A smirk appeared on my face as I thought free show.

She stepped across the line. At first, I thought I had screwed up the spell but then the last of her tail crossed to line. Suddenly there is a very lithe looking young woman on her hands and knees with rainbow colored hair long enough to stop at about even with hips if she were upright. On her right hand is her cutie mark. Interestingly enough her wings were still there only larger each one now looked to be about seven or eight feet long. The colors had changed as well going from a deep cyan at the top to and all most robin’s egg blue at the tips.

Her mouth was open in shock; she had a nice set of straight pearly white teeth. The only real difference in our dental work is that her canines and premolars seemed to come to a much smoother point. While mine even before my transformation always looked sharp and in my opinion mildly serrated.

“Lovely” the word escaped my mouth before I could stop it. I offered her a hand to stand up.

My actions seemed to snap her out of whatever daze she had been in after she triggered the spell. She jerked back and ended up sitting up and back rather heavily giving me a good look at what had been hidden in her previous posture. She had a runner's figure all lean muscle with just a hint of toned perfection showing through. Her breasts were either large A-cups or small B’s and perky.

As my eyes drank in the changes running from head to toe a small part of me noted ‘huh the carpet matches the drapes’.
She stopped looking at herself and caught me appraising her body. A deep red blush covered her face and then her wings snapped forward and covered her body.

With a laugh at her reaction and understanding, I tap my cane on the floor. A brief flash of light later and she is wearing running shorts, a tee shirt, and a pair of sneakers. “Better my dear?” I ask. Extending my hand again.

She glares daggers at me and tries to get up on her own. She gets to her feet and attempts to take a step past me. She over balances as she falls back I step up a catch her like it is a trust fall.

Standing her back up I offer her my arm. She grudgingly takes it. Together you walk to the dining room. Upon reaching the table, I draw out a chair for her. Huffing she stubbornly and wobbly shuffles to the other side of the table and seats herself opposite the seat I had offered.

“Well now that was just rude. I thought you might enjoy a polite meal with me.”

She just gave me a very flat look.

“Oh, you’re mad about the turning you human thing? Well after what I read about Twilight’s little adventure, and how you wanted to go there, I thought you might enjoy trying out the same form as me. That and now you can use all the amenities of my humble abode.”

My comments seemed to weaken her anger, but at the same time, I could see the questions in her eyes about my comments.

She kept giving me a questioningly defiant look; right up until her stomach let out a rather loud protest.

“Ah, yes of course breakfast. What can I get you my little Iris?”

She gave me an accusing look and shot back “Iris?”

“Iris, the goddess of the rainbow. She who travels with the speed of wind from one end of the world to the other, and into the depths of the sea and the underworld.”

This statement seemed to take her back. A small blush spread across her face.

“I thought the epithet fit you rather nicely.” I tapped my cane on the floor. Her outfit changed now she was wearing a bright white sundress, sandals, a prism necklace, and her hair would have done Rarity proud. “Though I guess not in what you were wearing.”

She stood up in shock and caught part of her refection in a mirror near we came in. “This is what you did to me?”

“Yes, though I was surprised you kept the wings. Now if you would answer my question, breakfast?”

She ignores me completely focusing on the mirror. Turning so that she can see all she can of her new body.

“Fine I’ll start without you.” One tap of the cane later and I had a meal I did not let myself have often when I was still just human, a five-egg three-cheese farmer's omelet with sausage gravy on the side. “Oh yes before I forget I have an answer to your question.”

This seemed to finally draw her attention back to the table. With a quick look to the side, she asked, “So you will let me go?”

I broke out laughing. “No, that was not a question you even asked last night. Nice try however.”

The look on her face at this was priceless. “What do you mean I never asked to be let go?”

With a bored look, I cause a screen to appear behind me. I turn to look at it and with a tap of my cane, the events of the past night from my perspective stream from my eyes and onto the screen.

(ONE RECAP LATER)

“Like I said you never asked to be released.” I turned back to face her and blinked causing the lights in my eyes to stop projecting.

She looks at me with an odd disturbed look on her face. Like she had never seen anything like what I had just seen and mad at herself for not asking the obvious question.

“Then what is this answer you have for me?”

“Of course, I finally settled on a name. My dear please call me Delirium.”

She tilted her head at me and asked in a questioning tone “Delirium?”

“Yes, Delirium; a state of uncontrolled excitement or emotion synonymous with fever, ecstasy, confusion, and frenzy. I aim to embody and inspire this state.” As I spoke these words, my voice grew louder and stronger. “This world will belong to chaos again.”

She shrank back at my sudden tirade.

I yawned. “But enough of that sit.” She shuffled back to the table still disturbed by my outburst. “Good now what would you like to eat?”

She was about to speak when I cut her off.

“Sorry, thought you should know a human body comes with some dietary restrictions. You can no longer eat grasses, flowers, or raw grains.”

“Fine, just give me whatever you’re having.”

“One farmer’s omelet for the lady, coming right up.” For shits and giggles, I literally made it rise up from the surface of the table.

To her credit, this little stunt didn’t even faze her, and she managed the silver ware better than I thought a former quadruped could.

She was digging in to the omelet with a disregard eating rather quickly.

As she was eating, I realized something so monumentally simple. I had just given not just one type of meat but two to a former herbivore. ‘Let’s see how long it takes her to question what she is eating’.

I finish what was left on my plate and start watching her. She was eating faster than I had she was nearly done. Still nothing.

With her final bite, she asks “So what now?”

‘Didn’t even ask what she just ate. Hmm. Let’s see how long I can feed the pony meat before she notices.’

“Now I tell you how things are going to be while you are in my home. Follow me.” Getting up from the chair, I walked out of the dining hall.

She got up from the table walking towards me trying to catch-up. With each step, she seemed to find her balance easier walking with more confidence as we went on.

“You are not to leave the areas of the estate that I will be showing you. Some are trapped others are my private chambers for anyone but me these are one-way doors. Am I being clear enough?”

She nods

“Good. Now down that hall is the kitchen, can you cook?”

She mutters something under her breath.

“On more time?”

“Better than the cutie mark crusaders.”

“Ah yes Rarity and Applejack’s little sisters. I remember something about burnt juice.” I rub my chin thinking. “Did anyone see how they managed that?”

“Anyone? Don’t you mean Anypony?”

This just irked me. “How can you ponies be such species supremacists? I mean you preach love and tolerance and just casually insult every other group on the planet. Poor Spike is going to get beaten half to death when he meets other dragons.”

This one statement seemed to hit her over the head. ‘Her file said that she had a Griffin for a friend for years and she only now realized how offensive the pro-nouns the ponies use are?’

I started walking again; she did not even seem to notice.

With a sigh, I call out “the kitchen will be open to you as long as you do not burn it down now come along.”

She shook herself and saw I was starting down another hall and took a couple of quick steps to catch up with me.

I lead her down the hall telling her not to go down certain halls. As we passed them, I conjured some old school red velvet ropes to mark areas she should stay away from.

This went on for several hours walking the paths she could take about my castle.

“Now remember stay in the areas I told you about if I find you in an area bared from you, you will get a strike. I will give you three strikes and then you are in the dungeon until after my little debate with Celestia and Luna. Is that clear?”

“Debate?” she quipped.

“Yes the two of them seem to be under the impression that chaos is evil. I expect either them or your friends to be arriving with in the week. You will have a front row seat to the show.” I told her with a rather smug expression.

“What the hay! Is this some sort of game to you?”

I broke out laughing. “ Why yes it is. I intend to play my games and claim my prizes. This world and maybe Luna. Why do you want to toss your hat into the ring?”

She shook her head at me in the negative.

Tapping my chin with a finger, I remembered something from her profile.

‘Rainbow Dash is highly competitive and very easily goaded into taking action if it is put forward as a challenge. If I play the cards out just right I could get her to bet just about anything.’

“Well if not that game how about something between the two of us?” I kept us moving in the direction of my game room.

This seemed to get her attention her wings twitching slightly.

She asked me “how can you think I would even trust you?”

I give her a small innocent smile. “Simple you name the terms of the bet. I pick a game, as long as both sides of the bet are even; and finally you can pass on to a different game until we start.”

She seemed to think about what I said for a minute before slowly saying. “So I just need to find a bet you will agree too and then you have to pick a game that I will agree too?”

With a flat look in her direction, “Are you asking or telling me you understand?”

This statement seemed to make her mad. “Are you calling me scared?”

‘Good take the bait’ “And what if I am?”

She gave me a very pissed of look.

Opening the door in front of me to reveal my game room, I ask. “This is the final room on the tour the game room. So what are your terms?”

Her jaw dropped when she saw what was through the door.

We were standing on the top tier of a multistory room. Each step down to the final level had a glass wall sectioning off the next area down four times ending in large swimming pool.

“Now, let’s give you the basics the first level contains a combination pool hall slash Vegas style table games with open bar. The second floor is electronic gaming along with traditional tabletop games and my small theater. Third has a standard gym with closed off rooms for squash and jai alai. The final level is my pride a full sized Olympic lap pool with combination diving well and water slide along with a hot tube built for twenty.”

As I listed off what this wing of my new home, her jaw just kept lowering. In the end, she just stood there with her mouth open.

I sigh, then say the first thing that crossed my mind. “You know if you keep your mouth open like that; I might just put something in there.”

The joke seemed to go right over her head. ‘Either ponies don’t have sex for fun or she’s a virgin… oh that could be fun.’