Chapters It had been another eventful day for Dhey, the Pegasus in his favorite comic store. He liked to think of it as his home away from home. Being the president of The Power Ponies Fan Club did make it his duty to survey ever day for limited editions and collector’s items. And after he heard a rumor rumbling, he had to investigate.
It was hard to get the salespony to talk, but after a long session of bargaining, he finally got his hooves on the limited edition “Maneiac Origin” comic that was the rarest of the whole collection. Sure, it cost a fortune to buy, but for Dhey it seemed to be worth every penny. His root home was a long one, and standing in line did give his hooves a proper cramp, so walking to it as a means of stretching seemed like a good idea. Besides, that was he could use his wings to hold his prized possession and read the story of his favorite character. Sure, the Power Ponies were technically the good guys in that universe, but Dhey did always fancy the evil mare more.
She was silly, campy and obviously maniacal at times, but she did what she wanted and had the most fun anyone Dhey had ever seen, real or fictional. In fact, he envied the villain, as he too wanted to have such unfiltered joy in his life, free of consequences and responsibility as weather control, and the constant bickering of other ponies if the rain would come two minutes too late was really taking it’s toll on him.
As he started to walk trough the less busy streets of Ponyville, he opened the glowing comic open. The illustrations were vivid and colorful, and the style so lifelike, Dhey had never seen before. The boys in the club would be so jealous of him, he could not help it but pull a guilty smile.
“Well, it seems my chance has finally arrived. A mind worthy and willing such as yours must be rewarded, young pegasus.” a voice echoed inside Dhey’s mind, and he jolted backward, the comic dropping from his wings.
“Ah! Who’s there?” Dhey responded like anyone who began to hear a voice in his head would, by frantically looking behind and around himself, in hopes of locating the pony behind the female voice.
“It’s the one mare you love more than you care to admit, young Dhey. I have seen your mind, read it like an open book as you have read my origin. Your life, your dreams and desires are now mine to see, and use as I see fit.” she explained, as Dhey began to come to a conclusion.
“Maneiac? But how? I must be going insane.” he mumbled, his mind going into a state of shock.
“Insane? Oh no, not at all. You might even think you’re becoming the only sane pony in your world very soon...” she said, her maniacal laughter echoing inside Dhey’s mind.
Even in this dire and bizarre situation, her hackle gave Dhey peace. It was always his favorite thing about the tyrant. It was so carefree, so honest, that he did imagined how it would sound. To hear it for real was even better, no matter the circumstances. Finally, he stopped fidgeting and just enjoyed her laugh, giggling himself a bit.
“Now, how about a gift? If I understand correctly, you always wanted to have a suit like mine.” she teased the blushing pegasus, and as her strains of immaculate hair shot out of the comic, so did a copy of her famous suit appear. The tentacle-like appendages grabbed the pegasus, and placed him in a kneeling position. Dhey was too dazed by the laugh to struggle, and besides, deep inside he cherished this moment anyway. She did not choose him for no reason, after all. His hind leg were quickly strapped into the latex attire, making a satisfying clap of rubber as they got in place. Instinctively, Dhey offered his ample bottom to the comic, and the villain obliged, by sliding the rest of the suit over his behind, and erect member. The strains were now holding the pegasus up, as both his wings and dick were begging for more room, as the outfit was made for an earth mare.
“More please, wrap me up more....” he begged, lost in the daze of the guilty sensation and the constant numbing laugh that rode his mind into oblivion.
“If you insist, my toy.” Maneiac teased, and wrapped his welcoming front hooves in the proper way. Two of the hairs even managed to pump her evil essence into his mind, a taste of what was about to come.
Soon the pegasus was in the suit proper, and the strains held him up.
“Well now you look like a proper cosplayer! A perfect minion of mine, ready to wait for my arrival in your world.” she concluded, happy with her work.
Dhey was huffing from the experience, but was still left wanting. This feeling of desire was not lost on Maneiac, and she schemed anew.
“Say, my lovely Dhey, you envy me, right? How about I cure that envy...” she teased the pegasus again.
This proposition woke Dhey out of his trance, and he was eager to find out.
“How Mistress? How can you cure me from such a terrible condition?” he asked, lost in his fantasy already.
“Well, one Maneiac is good, but two...” she giggled, and a light rose above Dhey’s head. It was he wanted, and now he could admit it. He loved Maneiac, he loved her sass, her persona and her power. He never wanted to serve her, he wanted to be her.
“Please Maneiac, make me you. Make me a Maneiac!” he screamed, both demanding and begging.
“Just so you know, there is no going back after this. Once you taste the crazy apple, your life as Dhey is over.”
“I don’t care, I want power and I want it to be yours!” he replied with vigor, his primal desires taking over any form of logic or regret.
“Very well. Welcome to chaos!” Maneiac screamed, and grabbed the pegasus, placing his head next to the comic.
Two glowing eyes and a wicked smile appeared on the pages, grabbing Dhey’s attention, as he couldn’t blink, watch away, nor did he want to. His legs elongated with a cracking sound of the rubber, the suit now finally in place. His erect member was losing the fight to the corruption, as he left existence, leaving a welcoming womb in his place. Dhey moaned as this happened, but never lost focus. The corruption burned, but she had to persevere. Her new graceful body did not need wings, and they too vanished under the pressure of Maneiac essence. Her once peaceful blue irises were now red and green, full of chaotic potential. Finally, Dhey could feel her hair becoming like her idol’s as it turned lime green and elongated. This duel of who would falter resulted in a total conversion, as Dhey was still absorbing the hate, the desire and above all power of Maniac in her ever darkening soul, right until the comic closed it’s pages, and the strains of hair and Maniacs gaze vanished, leaving a perfect copy of her in this dark alley in Ponyville.
The new mare collapsed from the crescendo of orgasms that rewarded her for her perseverance in this dark deed. She laughed maniacal, enjoy the power it brought with each breath. This body was powerful, buffed and sexy, and she knew it. Her dream of being the baddest mare in Equestria was about to grab hold.
“So sister, how does it feel?” a voice echoed in her new mind.
“Divine sis, divine. I still feel some Dhey inside, and not the kind I want.” she explained, stretching her longer limbs like a cat.
“What do you mean? Didn’t you want to be me?” Maneiac asked, perplexed as the magic ritual did finish correctly.
“Well you are right, and thank you. but this small piece of regret and goodness still remains. It’s really a pain in the flank. Can you do something about it?” she pouted, the guilt getting to her.
“Well, I could always pump in more of my essence, this time with precision!” she proposed.
“Lay it on me sis. Lay it on thick!” the new Maneiac pleaded, and opened her mouth in a begging position.
Her creator obliged, her spiritual essence poring into the last pieces of old Dhey that had regrets, and obliterated it. Now she was ready, perfect and above all, completely maniacal.
“Much better, thanks sis!” she said, and layed on her wonderful hair, admiring her firm body, and having a few wanton glances at the new marehood she gained.
“You know sis, what this world needs is some Power Ponies as well. Can’t be a bad mare without a hero!” the new Maneiac proposed.
“Well I do have more comics, and you seem to have a plan...” the original Maneiac replied.
“Oh yes, a wonderfully evil plan. But first, I need a bed, and some private time...” she said, and used her tentacle hair to climb up the building, to her old home.
Author's Note
Another day, another story that is bizarre and very specific? Yeah, trying to get out of my slump and back to writing the stuff you guys come to see me write. I know OC's can be death of a story, but credit where credit's due. Dhey made the series of pictures happen, and he deserves this homage of mine.
Dhey had been gone for three days now, and his friends at the club had begun to worry. It was not uncommon for him to leave unexpectedly; he had done it many times before. Usually that meant he would pop up, bringing some rare edition of The Power Ponies with no word on how he got it or how much he had to pay for it.
While he was gone, Bass Canon, the Club’s resident economist, was in charge. The white unicorn mare was a very meticulous pony, with her mind always on the ball, and her money on her mind. She was the only reason this group of ponies managed to pay their rent for the meetings, or even go to conventions as a group. She would always tease Dhey about this fact, and the two shared a very warm friendship.
That is why his absence hurt her the most. Sure, she acted like her usual stoic and calculative self, but even the other ponies could see her exhibiting a very nervous demeanor while the meetings were going on. She would chime in with approval or lack thereof, but as a whole, she seemed very distant.
Once the meeting was over, she headed towards her cozy apartment, not aware of a nimble hair-powered mare that was silently stalking her from the rooftops. A sly smile escaped Maneiac as Bass opened her front door.
“Oh Bass, you are going to enjoy this, I made sure of it.” she mused to herself, drunk on her own ego.
Bass dropped her satchel, and after a quick shower, she got to her working desk. As usual, her white magic was floating some papers around, when the doorbell of her apartment rang.
“Who could it be, at this hour?” she mumbled, looking at the clock on her wall. It was way past midnight, and the unicorn made sure she used her spyglass before opening.
The sight was clear, and she opened the door. Nothing but the hallway light greeted her, apart from a package. It certainly bore a resemblance to what could be a Power Ponies comic, but with the brown paper all around it, it was hard to tell. She took this late mail in and closed the door, locking it once more. As Bass unwrapped the sealed package, a wide smile began to surface on her face.
“Sweet Luna! Zapp Issue #1! Yes, yes, yes!” Bass beamed, hugging the copy and jumping in place from sheer joy. Only once she began to lose her breath did she notice a sticky note on the sealed copy.
“Hey Bass!
I am alright amazing! I came across this Zapp Issue #1 on my mission, and the pony was kind enough to give me it, after some convincing, of course. I figured you would enjoy this gift more than anyone else, you Zapp addict!
Your friend, Ma Dhey”
There were words crossed out in the note, which was odd since Dhey was if anything a good writer. He was the resident fan-fiction writer among the group, which gave Bass a little blush as she suddenly remembered a pretty explicit version of the issue “The Ropearound” a few years back that had her hooked for months. However, her curiosity beat her concern, and she proceeded to look at the gift closer.
“That lovable oaf. At least I know he is okay now.” Bass said to herself, in a joking manner.
The copy she had was not really properly sealed, as she soon noticed. It was just a regular see-trough piece of protection that she quickly removed, eager to see the state of this rare copy that she was so grateful to receive.
Her joy quickly turned to shock, as the comic began to levitate, and small sparks began to emanate from its pages. She fumbled backwards, but something was pushing her on to see what Dhey had sent her.
Bass pulled her hoof to it, only to be struck by one of its many little bolts soon after. The sensation was warm, and Bass quickly turned her hoof away. She looked at the burned place, seeing it become teal before her very eyes, making her unexpectedly moan in the process.
“What the...” she screamed, both in shock and shame.
The coloring of her hoof was all too familiar to the biggest fan of Zapp in Equestria. It was impossible, yet as a faint voice began to echo from within her, a forbidden magic was revealed to her. She moved back, hoping to phone someone, the police or maybe even the Royal Guard. Someone would know what was going on. She moved to towards her phone, a faint wind that circled around the comic making it very hard to move away from the object.
“What is it Bass... Chicken?” a raspy voice teased the unicorn from the comic, only for her to turn around, and not finding anyone behind her.
Those astral words hit a little close to home with the mare. She was always in the back, never tacking risks, never going for broke. Sure, it was the smart and safe thing to do, but there was no thrill or fun in it. She felt that she herself was not fun—she never was.
“Wow, such a wimp.” the voice struck with its lashing tongue once more, causing a feeling of rage to start building up within Bass. She would show this voice; she would show them all.
Bass proceeded to close in on the book, more small bolts and sparks hitting her body, forcing her backwards, and giving a new patch of teal fur in kind. She would quickly jump back up, her horn shrinking each time and her magic fading with it. The guilty smile she wore, however, only grew more and more prominent. These new patches of fur were quickly covered with a blue shiny liquid that began to form Zapp’s signature outfit, making Bass even more eager to undergo this forbidden transformation. Her mind was getting hazily was well, with only the challenge of reaching the book staying clear. After all, a challenge is all that mattered to Zapp, right?
The infectious desire to overcome this electric foe was eradicating any sense of reason or doubt the poor mare had, and only once her whole fur had changed did she manage to grab the covers of the comic book, gazing into it as though it were the abyss.
The lightning was now burning into her very eyes, its magic trapping the last of her former self in a tornado of arousal, adrenaline and raw electricity. The mare crashed to the floor as the intense winds surrounded her subdued form, and with that, the ritual ended. Her new blue eyes closed wearily as she lost consciousness.
It would take hours for the new Zapp to recover from her fight with this otherworldly ritual, but with a sudden raspy cackle she got to her feet, a new shiny dark blue outfit, fit with a purple Mohawk gracing her toned pegasus frame.
“Now this is more like it!” she screamed, a faint spark emanating from her body.
The mess the flat was subjected to meant little if anything to Zapp, so she did not bother to clean it. Instead, she flexed her toned wings, and flew through the open window, into the Manehattan night. There was crime to fight, after all.
“Remind me sister, how this benefits us.” the real Maneiac asked her copy.
“Simple my sister. The more copies exist, the closer this world comes to ours, and if my hunch is connect, our minds will merge forever as a result.” the copy replied, her voice full of eagerness.
“That is a truly insane idea. I like it!” the original replied closely after.
The villain moved quickly from the scene of the crime, more comics hidden in her hair, as Zapp herself flew into the slums, eager for a fight—and a challenge.
Author's Note
Another day, another hero copied over a young mind. What will happen next? Well I think you already know...
Days have passed since Zapp had descend onto the scene of Equestria, and rumors of her existence in the real world quickly began to circle in the pony daily chatter. Of course, besides the comic-addicted subculture in Equestria, nobody really paid it much mind, considering it merely a publicity stunt at best, and some lunatic at the worst. One that was a heavy part of that subculture was Spike of course, who knew all to well that magic and comics mixed heavily, and can make for some radical results.
With that knowledge, he scoured the local comics store for clues, hoping to find some fact to this rumor, but to no avail. Defeated and tired, he slowly went to Twilight’s castle and his room, for some well deserved rest and relaxation.
“Guess it really is just a mere rumor...” the small tyke sighed, as he opened the door of his room in the castle, only to find a sealed copy of a comic, sitting idly on his bed.
“Better place that one in my collection before Twilight gets on my back for being untidy again...” Spike thought to himself, as he grabbed the comic, noticing a peculiar note on the top. Not to mention the fact the comic was not from his collection, as he soon saw for himself.
“What is this?! Oh my...” he said to himself, as he saw the cover which simply read: “Radiance No.1: The rise of Perfection.”
Spike was perplexed, he never heard of such a series! Perhaps the note would provide the answers he seeked, which he quickly checked.
Dear Spike a.k.a. President of The Radiance Fan Club
It has come to our attention that you lack the essential edition of the story of Radiance. For that reason, we have graciously provided you with the issue you will need to experience the full breath of her character and vision.
Hope to hear from you very soon,
Zapp
“Someone is being very funny. The nerve, not only giving me a false comic, but impersonating...” Spike rambled, only to stop as he saw the accompanied picture, with Zapp sitting on the castle roof, blowing a raspberry at him.
Whoever this was, the cosplay was killer, and Spike had to respect that.
“Might as well take a peak.” the dragon shrugged, and opened the issue.
Spike could not have been prepared for what happened, next, as the pages of the comic began to glow, their allure too much to handle.
“Come Spike... We both know who you idolize...” a soft feminine voice echoed around the room, a voice all to familiar to Spike, that of his one love, Rarity.
It was true, the mere voice was like a philharmonic in the dragon’s head, a blessing to hear far and wide. And now it was banging in his head, making him lose all sense of fear, and soon, even reason itself.
“Good boy... Tell me Spike, how much do you love... Rarity?”
“With all my heart.” Spike replied truthfully, gazing into the now velvet light, as gems began to circle around his hands.
“And what about Radiance... She seems a lot like her, only... Sexier...” the voice echoed on, as the gems snapped onto Spike’s hands, making the fingers slowly melt into a white mass and solidify as hooves.
“She is...” Spike replied, the changes to his body working like a aphrodisiac, as his tail slowly started to become thinner, and becoming hair instead of scales.
“But you don’t have love for Radiance, do you Spike?” the voice continued on, chuckling devilishly.
“... I don’t?” Spike replied, as he grew, the tail now a velvet masterpiece, fit with jewels that matched the coat perfectly.
“No silly... You do not want her, you want to be her.”
The words hit Spike to his core. It all made sense now, as if the domino’s fell, and swallowed his pride. He loved Rarity, but Radiance... He was jealous of her. The looks of his Goddess, plus being a heroine, the main event. He never was the hero, and even when he helped, it was all so the girls could be the ones on the throne. His desires to be the center, to be the one you look up to, it was clouding him, like a dark wet blanket. It was clear, Spike would never be the hero, and the voice showed him it was true. He had to do something, anything! Anything to be the hero!
The solution to his desires were insane, but obvious. If he can’t be a hero as Spike, he simply had to stop being Spike...
As the fight inside him was being won by chaos over reason, so did the physical metamorphosis happen.
His body was now devoid of scales, white pristine fur covering the now bigger body, the hooves clicking graciously on the marble floor. The head scales had as well gained the fashionable curl, with her green eyes still distinguishing the new mare from the real Radiance, and the lack of a unicorn horn.
Moans signaled that this was also to change, as this last difference began to fade, each spiral of the magical organ making the mare moan, her voice switching from a young dragon to a heroine diva, one twirl at a time.
Oddly enough, the voice and magic faded after that. Spike, now Radiance in body, down to the last hair on her immaculate mane, looked around. Even the comic was gone, in his place a rubber mask, fit for her new eyes.
She smiled. It was obvious, the magic was testing her, testing her commitment. No matter the body, Spike would never be the hero, and she knew that.
Gracefully, she placed the mask onto her closed eyes, the magic merging it to her. Like a waterfall, memories began to seep in, coating everything Spike is with a new fresh coat of elegance. Memories, Twilight, the girls, all were washed away to give way to a more appropriate personality, that of the ravishing, devilishly seductive mare with the magical braces. Seduction, perversion and deviancy filled the void inside, left by the leaving dragon. Like a puzzle, new memories, of a life in luxury, and her first charge with the bracelets. Her proficiency grew with each moment, as Radiance’s skill began to settle in.
To follow this mental resurgence, Radiance began to cast her suit onto her body, as a blue rubber catsuit, fit with gems on the sides, a bold collar, her element of harmony, and gems in her mane, cascaded onto her. Only once she opened her deep blue eyes, was she happy.
“...Ah, much better.” Radiance concluded, smiling at her reflection in the floor. Even distorted, she was divine.
“That Zapp may be a ruffian, but she always knows how to gift a lady. Now all I need to do is find her, and see to that the rest of our team is assembled. The sooner, the better.” Radiance concluded as she broke the side of the room with her magic, and began her catwalk on floating planes she effortlessly created.
Watching on from the far was the new Maneiac, chuckling to herself. She really was good with picking eager converts.
“So who is next?” the original Maneiac asked, inside of the body the one.
“Don’t know yet, but I will decide soon enough. The good thing... Is that.” the new Maneiac replied, pointing at a new building in Ponyville.
“Is that... The Power Ponies HQ?!” the original Maniac replied in awe.
“Yes. Soon enough this world be just like ours, and ready for the taking...”
Yawning, Twilight Sparkle opened first her eyes, and the window.
“Hey, who turned off the Sun?!” she mumbled, only realizing that the sun was on, only blocked by a huge structure.
“What the... Spike! Spike!!!” she shouted, but to no avail. Seemed like she had to make breakfast alone, and gather the girls, and a good wrecking crew.
Author's Note
I live! Have some nice Radiance as a welcome back gift!
Twilight, once she had made sure Spike was not around, made herself a quick dandelion sandwich, and ran outside. She expected the morning sun to greet her, as that was the Weather Ponies task for the day, bu instead, she was greeted by a row of skyscrapers. Naturally this led to her screaming like a lunatic.
“What the hey happened?!” Twilight voiced her concern, as she slowly regained her poise, using the technique Candace thought her.
She noticed how most of the ponies seemed to look at her wrong, as if the buildings were always there. This made her even more on edge, as she flew to Apple Acres, hoping to find Applejack in time and get to the bottom of this bizarre magical occurrence.
On the other part of town, Scootaloo was riding her scooter. It was her usual track, right before she and her friends would get to class. This time however, she was watched by a pair from the rooftops.
“And you say our friend is hidden in that filly?” Radiance asked in her posh manner.
“Yeah I am telling you Rads, that chick is our jumpy pal!” Zapp replied eagerly.
“I’d say you are insane, but you found me in a dragon, so all is fair game.”
“You got the kicks?”
“Right here love. You handle the delivery.” Radiance replied, levitating four pristine white and pink running shoes, perfect for a filly.
“Done in a flash, hehe!” Zapp chuckled, and quickly grabbed the kicks and zoomed into the Scoots room.
“Always the showoff...” Radiance remarked as her comrade flew away, chuckling as she did.
Once the day at school was done, the young orange filly walked into her room, noticing how the window was oddly open.
“I know I did not open it... Oh a present!” the young filly let her superstition slide, as she opened a neatly packed present.
“Oh wow! These look amazing!” Scootaloo cried out, looking over the four boots, one at a time with great intent.
Then she noticed a letter that was under the boots, written in lovely handwriting.
My dear Scootaloo,
It has come to my attention that during your runs, you lack a bit of grip, not to mention style. That is why I, Radiance, with the help by an ever eager Zapp, have fabricated these wonderful white boots made by the finest material, which will surely give you that added sense of speed your heart desires.
See you soon,
Radiance and Zapp
“Hm, aren’t those the Powerponies?” Scoots thought out loud.
It was odd, but her curiosity was still too strong to feel any sense of fear to wear the boots. They seemed well made, and she was just about to go for a drive anyway. Quickly, the snug pairs were on her hooves, and Scootaloo was ready.
“Okay, lets see how faster they make me!” she said and began to pedal. It seemed easier to do so, the rubber grip making her bounce of the ground, and soon enough the young mare gained her usual speed, in half the time.
“Oh wow! These are so cool!” she screamed, running downhill as the boots tightened around her hooves.
A small purple stone formed under the scooter, and quickly the whole contraption, along with Scootaloo was airborne.
“Ah! Help!” the filly screamed, but the only help she got seemed to be from the boots. Like a cat Scootaloo was on her feet, the inertia making her run, as a faint white and pink trail formed as she did.
With unusual ease was her run, and it only seemed to get faster. The wind, the speed, it all made the filly giggle, the white rubber flowing upward, forming and coating her underbelly in white rubber with pink stripes.
“Gotta... go... faster .” Scoots screamed, her body now gaining more mass, as her age increased by the meter. It began to feed a hunger inside her mind, as it too quickened, trying to think as fast as her hooves would carry her.
The suit formed now, running over the now toned mare, her muzzle and head increased in size, her puberty hitting her, giving her a lovely feminine frame. Scoots was running faster now, outside of Ponyville, the whole world going by in a blur, her eyes slowly becoming blue and full of life.
The orange fur began to lose the battle with the speed, a pink taking over, as if the old color was being blown away. A new promiscuous nature began to fester inside the mind, as Scoots felt bubbles entered her mind. Lovely, floating and randomly placed.
As her whole fur was pink, so did the suit cover it. It was tight, and began to stimulate the new adult mare in her most tender region. Scoots tongue stuck out, as she increased the tempo still. But something was a miss, something was slowing the now bullet fast hero down. Her tail, it lacked the required fluff. Her wings also made for terrible breakers. With moans and a giggle, the tail began to puff, the mundane Pegasus tail becoming a spiral pink cloud that made sure the wind was on her side. With a furious magical surge, the wings folded inside the body, making her an earth pony trough and trough. That mattered less and less for Scoots, flying was something that was never hers. Running however, that was a whole new fight, one she was almost finished with.
The wind, that was at this point reaching sonic speeds, began to attack her mane. As Scoots was nearing her climax, so did her mane fluff into a wave of pink. Her mind was filled with more and more information, getting quicker, as her old life was flushed away in the trail of her run.
Filly Second began to laugh, her speed finally that of a heroine. She knew where to run, and in seconds she was there, with Zapp and Radiance waiting. Zapp was bouncing a small lightning in her hands while Radiance admired her perfect ass in six different mirrors, making sure every angle was a marriage killer.
“Hey, guess who is back! Did you miss me? I missed you!” Filly Second began to ramble, jumping around, but still taking a moment to admire the firm ass Radiance possessed, not to mention kiss it.
“Oh darling, I missed you like seldom a soul can be missed.” Radiance replied by kissing Filly firm on the mouth, as Zapp whistled in tease.
“Shall we look for your dear Zapp?”
“I got the lasso right here Rad, the only thing we need to do is find the prison she is in.”
“Well now you got the best search dog in existence!” Second jumped in, and began to run across the now sprawling metropolis Ponyville had become, the buildings seemingly following where Philly had ran her metamorphic run.
Twilight had managed to find the farm, a feat only worthy of admiration when you realize that the whole town had begun to gain a Gothic urban makeover. The farm too had gained a more industrial style to it, more a kin to a factory than a rural workplace.
“Applejack! Something is going on, quick we need to... Applejack?” Twilight screamed, only to stop mid-belcher.
“No kidding.” Applejack replied, as she smiled wickedly. Twilight’s friend was wearing a tight purple suit, with a orange midsection, as her face was made in that of a clown, a wicked evil one at that.
“What in the name of Celestia are you doing AJ?!”
“Oh the usual, robbery, extortion, sexual advances. I am a fan of the latter at this moment. And please, call me Trickster. All my friends do.” AJ smacked Twilight firmly on the ass, chuckling all the way.
The slap made Twilight uneasy, as the name Trickster began to settle, eager to replace Applejack.
But as this change began to fester, trough the window flew in... Zecora?
“This is not the time to have fun, run you fool, run !” she jelled as Twilight snapped out of her trance, as the pair escaped the whole scene.
“Clever trick...” Trickster said with disgust, angry such a high profile target got away.
“What, how and why Zecora?” Twilight asked, laying on a large chair Zecora had inside her hut.
“Questions that I want answers too, but where to ask and who? ” Zecora replied, already making a new potion, to help cleanse Twilight of the magic Applejack or rather Trickster infected her with.
“First you must drink, and do be quick. ” Zecora shoved the potion into Twilight, as the fog of the wicked magic faded, and Twilight was back in control of her thoughts to the fullest.
“... Thank you, for the potion and help back there.” Twilight said after a pause.
“It was the least I could do, I am sure you would have done it too. But now we must find the cause of this mess, or change as all the rest. ”
“You are right, as usual. Perhaps the old library? That hold tales of all kinds of strong magic.”
“A good place to set our base, after a quick rest we should make haste. ” Zecora replied, grabbing her bag, as the pair set of to find a clue to these strange and dangerous occurrences.
Author's Note
More Power Ponies, this time in small packages! Things are heating up, and this story may actually find an ending!
