Magicks Much?by AnonymousAlicornChaptersChapter 1 : What?Chapter 2 : Oh, Epilouge : Twilight to the rescue!Chapter 1 : What?Lyra was in her study dungeon, using the room for its purpose. She was reading up on some more powerful spells that she was definitely ready for. Reading through, trying to find the most interesting spells to show up Trixie next time she showed up if Twilight wasn't here. She was, after all, the secondary authority on magic. She was almost catching up to Twilight, and wouldn't stop now. Lets see, illusion, identification, duplication, gender swap, wait, what? Gender swap? Does Vinyl know of this? Might as well give it a try, considering that she had done more difficult, and she didn't see any reason to not learn it. "Bon-Bon! Go get Vinyl! I need to show her something!" Then she heard the door open and close. Time to read into it, relatively impossible for the ordinary unicorn, relatively meh in difficulty for the mint-green unicorn. After a few minutes, she heard Bon-Bon and the DJ come through the door. It only now hit her, if this went off without a hitch, how would Vinyl get back to Octavia unseen? Once Vinyl, followed by Bon-Bon, came through the door. "Bon-Bon, can you please go get a dress from Rarity? Take my purse, and take some for yourself, I guess. Vinyl will for sure thank us for this. Once Bon-Bon left the basement, Lyra spoke back up. "Vinyl, Once I do this, you have to promise to control yourself and wait for Bon-Bon to get back, okay?" The DJ nodded uneasily, and Lyra took her place in front of her. Her horn started to glow, and after a few seconds, she hit Vinyl with the beam. Right in the shades. Right back at herself. Bon-Bon was on her way to Rarity's Boutique. Once she got there, She got right to the point. "I need a dress, a concealing one. Its for a friend." "Concealing? In what manner?" Rarity replied inquisitively. "No skin at all concealing." Bon-Bon replied. "Which friend, may I ask? I probably have their measurements somewhere." Rarity quickly started pulling drawers open. "Aha! Here's the list!" Rarity pulled out a long piece of paper. "Vinyl Scratch. Also known as DJ P0N-3." Rarity pulled out a dress from an absurdly large closet. "About time she wanted something. I have made a few dresses for the DJ that would do wonderfully for any party. I am also the proud designer of the triple-layered purple beam shades. I don't like to brag, but they're magically adjustable to let a certain amount of light in." The dress was very concealing, especially for what Lyra obviously had planned. There would only be 3 reasons to get Vinyl, not Octavia, not both. And one involved getting home low-profile. Hard to do for a famous DJ. Time to get- She felt a shiver run through her spine, and decided to hurry. "How much?" "Just 50 bits, no more." Generous offer, even for the element of generosity. She quickly paid, and hurried on her way. "Lyra, what did you try to do?" Vinyl spoke up after a flash in her left eye bounced back and merged into Lyra, lifting her and putting her down. "Erm, well, uhhh, you know how you wanted me to tell you if I found a spell that might let you and 'Tavi, um, well-" She trailed off, seeing the DJ's eyebrows raise above her shades, and a frown spread across her face. "Did you just turn yourself, um, into a, well, is it, well, permanent?" "No, it shouldn't be." Her voice was deeper. Well, the spell worked, at least. "I should probably go." "Did you not want the spell?" That made Vinyl freeze in her tracks. "Will, I, uh,-" Vinyl blushed. Lyra threw a glare and Vinyl had come back to the same spot, this time removing her shades. Obviously she kept her eyes closed, only wanting to show a certain Cellist said eyes. Lyra threw the spell again, this time without incident. As if on Que, Bon-Bon came in holding the dress. "I felt something. What did you do Lyra?" After a pause, she blushed, then almost burst out laughing. She actually had to hold her nose and laugh through that. After a few moments of extremely immature humor, she spoke again. "Oh, My, God! You didn't! Holy sweet Celestia! You magicks much, Lyra?" "Shut up before I hit you with it too!" Lyra effectively made the laughing (only) mare shut up completely. "I got the dress for Vinyl, but what do we do with you?" She tossed the dress in the general direction of the DJ who caught it, clothed, and sprinted off. She barely prevented a smile from once again spreading across her face. "Should we see Twilight about this?" Hints of reoccurring laughter tugging at her voice. She was no longer trying to hide a smile. "Yes. Probably because you will need an anti-magic bubble before this ends. That is, unless you plan on getting a marefriend." "You are so mean, you know. Lets go, then?" And with that, they were on their way to the door. "Wait! Don't you need to hide your, um, well, shame?" Lyra blushed. She then went to the dresser, grabbed her usual black cloak, and went on her way to the Library. It was a relatively quiet trip, except for the immature candy vendor next to her giggling from time to time. They arrived at the large purple tree castle with a hiccuping Bon-Bon and an enraged Lyra, barely restraining herself. Lyra knocked, and a purple Alicorn answered. "Hello? May I help you?" "Um, yeah. We have a magic problem." Lyra explained, the immature pony next to her barely keeping a straight face. "Oh, come right in." Chapter 2 : Oh, Chapter 2 : Oh, They were in the Beautiful interior of one of the many rooms in the castle in the giant tree. "So, then i began to cast the spell, right? Then, I know, rookie mistake, I hit her shades and it bounced back at me. So, now, I, erm, uhh. Yeah." Twilight did her very best to hide her smile, failing badly. "Oh come on! First Bon-Bon, now you too? What's so funny?!" "Nothing, nothing, just, wow. I'll try to find a counter-spell, but you should really, uh, just, not. Really, next time you try a new spell, at least tell me so I can make sure it doesn't backfire. I do have a 1-way anti-magic bubble spell, you know." Twilight getting over it, unlike the candy vendor next to her. "Not as if I would use it on Bon-Bon though." This gave Lyra an idea. "Bon-Bon, you think this is so funny right?" "What are you doing?" She saw Lyra charging her horn, and internally panicked. "No, you wouldn't dare!" "Relax, I wouldn't unless you asked for it enough. Not as if you would want me to, I suppose. Am I right?" Bon-Bon was no longer smiling, or anything along the line of it. Somewhere in Ponyville, Pinkie was breaking the 4th wall and saying "It is funny, though." "It might be some time before I find a counter, and by then it might have worn off, so no guarantees." Lyra nodded, and was on her way back to the shop. "So, I'm stuck like this for now." "Yeah, I guess. You wanna- never mind. Not a good idea considering your situation." Wanna what? This made Lyra curious. "Wanna what?" Lyra responded, hoping Bon-Bon wouldn't shift the interest. "I was going to say go drinking, but, not a good idea." Lyra nodded, seeing how that would be anywhere from embarrassing, to very, very, very bad. They had just walked inside, and shut the door behind them. Once they did, they both went their separate ways. Bon-Bon to the desk of the shop, and Lyra down into the cellar. Lyra opened the book again, and flipped back to the page with the spell. There was no counter-spell in sight, not before, not after the spell. There was a knock, and a familiar voice. Starflight Stream. Her magic sparring buddy. "Is Lyra here? We have a scheduled match today." Please Bon-Bon, do something! "Well, funny story short, she cant go outside right now. Magic mishap." Lyra really hoped Starflight Stream would just let it go. "Come on, it cant be that bad. and if it is, I can help." "Really, just not today. Come on." Lyra really wanted to help, but no. There was already three mares who knew, she couldn't risk a fourth knowing. "Let me in, at least to help her out. It cant be that bad, right?" She then heard the door swing open more. "Wait! Let me call her at least. Lyra! Starflight's coming down! Get ready!" Lyra quickly opened her emergency wardrobe, in case she had to hide anything down there. She even had a sheet that could serve as a wall. She grabbed a decently large blanket and wrapped herself up in it. Seconds later, a black-coated unicorn with a beautifully contrasting purple mane in a shape similar to Vinyl's. "What did you do to yourself this time? Cuts, burns, deformation, etc?" "Erm, a mix of 3 and 4 i guess? It's kinda, um, awkward." "Is it loss of magic, or what?" Lyra shook her head, and Starflight continued to guess. "Is it wings? No, you wouldn't be hiding like that. Maybe a cloak, but that's it. Could it be-" The unicorn blushed, then the biggest childish smile spread across her face. "Are you still a mare?" Lyra had a your-death-will-be-swift look carved in the unicorn's face. "You too? Even you find this more funny that it is?" And with that, the (for certain) mare was rolling on the floor with absurdly loud laughter. Then, without warning, a beam launched at the laughing mare, only to be blocked by a null beam. "Hey! Hey! You don't have to curse me with that! Keep your freaky-" And was drowned out by her own snickering. "Okay, okay. Let's try to fix this, alright? Did you even try yet?" "Me and Twilight were both supposed to be studying on the spell, until you came along." Putting emphasis on the word both, and hoping her friend would take the hint. "Wheres the book where you found the spell?" Lyra levitated to the book on her desk to Starflight. "Ah, right here. No counter-spell? That's, actually pretty weird. Normally, there is a counter to everything. You wanna just guess stuff? I have a reflect spell, as you know very well." Lyra once recalled in a sparring match when Starflight used said spell to reflect a confusion spell, instantly giving the match to her. "Wow, your still proud of that match." Lyra focused on combining affects of different spells in her head, and compiled a weird mix of a changeling magic channel, illusion, matter sifting, and bits of some other exotic spells based on potions from the zebra Zecora's potions. "Okay, use the mirror spell." The purple circle appeared, and Lyra cast her Frankenstein beam into, and it hit, and bounced back to Lyra. Once it hit the mint-green unicorn, nothing happened. "Nothing." "Really? Try again, I guess." Starflight reused the mirror spell. Lyra knew this would never work, as it never did, but it was worth a try. She cast the same gender spell that had cursed her in the first place. It hit her, and backfired immensely, just like she thought it would. She turned into what would be the farthest from what she wanted. He was now a big, red, farm pony who never used his voice much outside the quartet. "You use the same spell?" The newly earth pony nodded. "My turn, then." Starflight becan casting something, and it turned the red farm pony into a Lyra-sized changeling. "Should work for now, right?" Epilouge : Twilight to the rescue!The changeling Lyra knocked on the door at the base of the colossal purple tree. There was a small purple dragon who answered. "Hello? Oh, Lyra. Twilight is expecting you." Spike moved aside, and she went in "Lyra! Did you find a counter?" "No, I need your changeling reality spell. You know, the one that makes the changeling into the person they impersonate?" "So, you resorted to that? Okay, lets do it. You are aware of the immense pain that comes with it, right?" Lyra nervously nodded, and braced herself. after a second, a jolt of excruciating pain ran through her, and now the ground hurt her hooves immensely. Her quick thinking, before the ground ripped her hooves open, she cast a timed 0g spell, using most of her effort, and feeling like she was impaled by a horn that was bigger than her whole body, then only a slight pinch all around her, including the spot that she was glad to have back. Stupid air, hurting her sensitive skin. She used the manipulable gravity around her to slowly fly out of the house. "Thanks-OOWW!" Her own words had hurt her, just like the use of her horn did, except her horn hurt much less. everything was sore, and it hurt. The pain slowly wore off on her way back to the shop. By the time she was back, there was not much more than a pinch when she hit the ground after the spell wore off. Lyra tried to change, but she was normal. Finally, she wasn't being laughed at by a schoolyard candy vendor. Everything was back to normal. "Um, Lyra." A nervous DJ said behind her. "Um, what do I, erm, do when i'm, uh, done?" Vinyl was never this nervous. It was actually pretty funny, seeing the mighty Vinyl Scratch, the infamous DJ P0N-3, right there, being very nervous and awkward and humble. "I had to become a changeling then get Twilight to fix me, and that hurt much more that it should have. If I were you, I would just have some fun until it's gone. Looking back on it- son of a bitch! Why did I do that?!" The End
Chapter 1 : What?Lyra was in her study dungeon, using the room for its purpose. She was reading up on some more powerful spells that she was definitely ready for. Reading through, trying to find the most interesting spells to show up Trixie next time she showed up if Twilight wasn't here. She was, after all, the secondary authority on magic. She was almost catching up to Twilight, and wouldn't stop now. Lets see, illusion, identification, duplication, gender swap, wait, what? Gender swap? Does Vinyl know of this? Might as well give it a try, considering that she had done more difficult, and she didn't see any reason to not learn it. "Bon-Bon! Go get Vinyl! I need to show her something!" Then she heard the door open and close. Time to read into it, relatively impossible for the ordinary unicorn, relatively meh in difficulty for the mint-green unicorn. After a few minutes, she heard Bon-Bon and the DJ come through the door. It only now hit her, if this went off without a hitch, how would Vinyl get back to Octavia unseen? Once Vinyl, followed by Bon-Bon, came through the door. "Bon-Bon, can you please go get a dress from Rarity? Take my purse, and take some for yourself, I guess. Vinyl will for sure thank us for this. Once Bon-Bon left the basement, Lyra spoke back up. "Vinyl, Once I do this, you have to promise to control yourself and wait for Bon-Bon to get back, okay?" The DJ nodded uneasily, and Lyra took her place in front of her. Her horn started to glow, and after a few seconds, she hit Vinyl with the beam. Right in the shades. Right back at herself. Bon-Bon was on her way to Rarity's Boutique. Once she got there, She got right to the point. "I need a dress, a concealing one. Its for a friend." "Concealing? In what manner?" Rarity replied inquisitively. "No skin at all concealing." Bon-Bon replied. "Which friend, may I ask? I probably have their measurements somewhere." Rarity quickly started pulling drawers open. "Aha! Here's the list!" Rarity pulled out a long piece of paper. "Vinyl Scratch. Also known as DJ P0N-3." Rarity pulled out a dress from an absurdly large closet. "About time she wanted something. I have made a few dresses for the DJ that would do wonderfully for any party. I am also the proud designer of the triple-layered purple beam shades. I don't like to brag, but they're magically adjustable to let a certain amount of light in." The dress was very concealing, especially for what Lyra obviously had planned. There would only be 3 reasons to get Vinyl, not Octavia, not both. And one involved getting home low-profile. Hard to do for a famous DJ. Time to get- She felt a shiver run through her spine, and decided to hurry. "How much?" "Just 50 bits, no more." Generous offer, even for the element of generosity. She quickly paid, and hurried on her way. "Lyra, what did you try to do?" Vinyl spoke up after a flash in her left eye bounced back and merged into Lyra, lifting her and putting her down. "Erm, well, uhhh, you know how you wanted me to tell you if I found a spell that might let you and 'Tavi, um, well-" She trailed off, seeing the DJ's eyebrows raise above her shades, and a frown spread across her face. "Did you just turn yourself, um, into a, well, is it, well, permanent?" "No, it shouldn't be." Her voice was deeper. Well, the spell worked, at least. "I should probably go." "Did you not want the spell?" That made Vinyl freeze in her tracks. "Will, I, uh,-" Vinyl blushed. Lyra threw a glare and Vinyl had come back to the same spot, this time removing her shades. Obviously she kept her eyes closed, only wanting to show a certain Cellist said eyes. Lyra threw the spell again, this time without incident. As if on Que, Bon-Bon came in holding the dress. "I felt something. What did you do Lyra?" After a pause, she blushed, then almost burst out laughing. She actually had to hold her nose and laugh through that. After a few moments of extremely immature humor, she spoke again. "Oh, My, God! You didn't! Holy sweet Celestia! You magicks much, Lyra?" "Shut up before I hit you with it too!" Lyra effectively made the laughing (only) mare shut up completely. "I got the dress for Vinyl, but what do we do with you?" She tossed the dress in the general direction of the DJ who caught it, clothed, and sprinted off. She barely prevented a smile from once again spreading across her face. "Should we see Twilight about this?" Hints of reoccurring laughter tugging at her voice. She was no longer trying to hide a smile. "Yes. Probably because you will need an anti-magic bubble before this ends. That is, unless you plan on getting a marefriend." "You are so mean, you know. Lets go, then?" And with that, they were on their way to the door. "Wait! Don't you need to hide your, um, well, shame?" Lyra blushed. She then went to the dresser, grabbed her usual black cloak, and went on her way to the Library. It was a relatively quiet trip, except for the immature candy vendor next to her giggling from time to time. They arrived at the large purple tree castle with a hiccuping Bon-Bon and an enraged Lyra, barely restraining herself. Lyra knocked, and a purple Alicorn answered. "Hello? May I help you?" "Um, yeah. We have a magic problem." Lyra explained, the immature pony next to her barely keeping a straight face. "Oh, come right in."
Chapter 2 : Oh, Chapter 2 : Oh, They were in the Beautiful interior of one of the many rooms in the castle in the giant tree. "So, then i began to cast the spell, right? Then, I know, rookie mistake, I hit her shades and it bounced back at me. So, now, I, erm, uhh. Yeah." Twilight did her very best to hide her smile, failing badly. "Oh come on! First Bon-Bon, now you too? What's so funny?!" "Nothing, nothing, just, wow. I'll try to find a counter-spell, but you should really, uh, just, not. Really, next time you try a new spell, at least tell me so I can make sure it doesn't backfire. I do have a 1-way anti-magic bubble spell, you know." Twilight getting over it, unlike the candy vendor next to her. "Not as if I would use it on Bon-Bon though." This gave Lyra an idea. "Bon-Bon, you think this is so funny right?" "What are you doing?" She saw Lyra charging her horn, and internally panicked. "No, you wouldn't dare!" "Relax, I wouldn't unless you asked for it enough. Not as if you would want me to, I suppose. Am I right?" Bon-Bon was no longer smiling, or anything along the line of it. Somewhere in Ponyville, Pinkie was breaking the 4th wall and saying "It is funny, though." "It might be some time before I find a counter, and by then it might have worn off, so no guarantees." Lyra nodded, and was on her way back to the shop. "So, I'm stuck like this for now." "Yeah, I guess. You wanna- never mind. Not a good idea considering your situation." Wanna what? This made Lyra curious. "Wanna what?" Lyra responded, hoping Bon-Bon wouldn't shift the interest. "I was going to say go drinking, but, not a good idea." Lyra nodded, seeing how that would be anywhere from embarrassing, to very, very, very bad. They had just walked inside, and shut the door behind them. Once they did, they both went their separate ways. Bon-Bon to the desk of the shop, and Lyra down into the cellar. Lyra opened the book again, and flipped back to the page with the spell. There was no counter-spell in sight, not before, not after the spell. There was a knock, and a familiar voice. Starflight Stream. Her magic sparring buddy. "Is Lyra here? We have a scheduled match today." Please Bon-Bon, do something! "Well, funny story short, she cant go outside right now. Magic mishap." Lyra really hoped Starflight Stream would just let it go. "Come on, it cant be that bad. and if it is, I can help." "Really, just not today. Come on." Lyra really wanted to help, but no. There was already three mares who knew, she couldn't risk a fourth knowing. "Let me in, at least to help her out. It cant be that bad, right?" She then heard the door swing open more. "Wait! Let me call her at least. Lyra! Starflight's coming down! Get ready!" Lyra quickly opened her emergency wardrobe, in case she had to hide anything down there. She even had a sheet that could serve as a wall. She grabbed a decently large blanket and wrapped herself up in it. Seconds later, a black-coated unicorn with a beautifully contrasting purple mane in a shape similar to Vinyl's. "What did you do to yourself this time? Cuts, burns, deformation, etc?" "Erm, a mix of 3 and 4 i guess? It's kinda, um, awkward." "Is it loss of magic, or what?" Lyra shook her head, and Starflight continued to guess. "Is it wings? No, you wouldn't be hiding like that. Maybe a cloak, but that's it. Could it be-" The unicorn blushed, then the biggest childish smile spread across her face. "Are you still a mare?" Lyra had a your-death-will-be-swift look carved in the unicorn's face. "You too? Even you find this more funny that it is?" And with that, the (for certain) mare was rolling on the floor with absurdly loud laughter. Then, without warning, a beam launched at the laughing mare, only to be blocked by a null beam. "Hey! Hey! You don't have to curse me with that! Keep your freaky-" And was drowned out by her own snickering. "Okay, okay. Let's try to fix this, alright? Did you even try yet?" "Me and Twilight were both supposed to be studying on the spell, until you came along." Putting emphasis on the word both, and hoping her friend would take the hint. "Wheres the book where you found the spell?" Lyra levitated to the book on her desk to Starflight. "Ah, right here. No counter-spell? That's, actually pretty weird. Normally, there is a counter to everything. You wanna just guess stuff? I have a reflect spell, as you know very well." Lyra once recalled in a sparring match when Starflight used said spell to reflect a confusion spell, instantly giving the match to her. "Wow, your still proud of that match." Lyra focused on combining affects of different spells in her head, and compiled a weird mix of a changeling magic channel, illusion, matter sifting, and bits of some other exotic spells based on potions from the zebra Zecora's potions. "Okay, use the mirror spell." The purple circle appeared, and Lyra cast her Frankenstein beam into, and it hit, and bounced back to Lyra. Once it hit the mint-green unicorn, nothing happened. "Nothing." "Really? Try again, I guess." Starflight reused the mirror spell. Lyra knew this would never work, as it never did, but it was worth a try. She cast the same gender spell that had cursed her in the first place. It hit her, and backfired immensely, just like she thought it would. She turned into what would be the farthest from what she wanted. He was now a big, red, farm pony who never used his voice much outside the quartet. "You use the same spell?" The newly earth pony nodded. "My turn, then." Starflight becan casting something, and it turned the red farm pony into a Lyra-sized changeling. "Should work for now, right?"
Epilouge : Twilight to the rescue!The changeling Lyra knocked on the door at the base of the colossal purple tree. There was a small purple dragon who answered. "Hello? Oh, Lyra. Twilight is expecting you." Spike moved aside, and she went in "Lyra! Did you find a counter?" "No, I need your changeling reality spell. You know, the one that makes the changeling into the person they impersonate?" "So, you resorted to that? Okay, lets do it. You are aware of the immense pain that comes with it, right?" Lyra nervously nodded, and braced herself. after a second, a jolt of excruciating pain ran through her, and now the ground hurt her hooves immensely. Her quick thinking, before the ground ripped her hooves open, she cast a timed 0g spell, using most of her effort, and feeling like she was impaled by a horn that was bigger than her whole body, then only a slight pinch all around her, including the spot that she was glad to have back. Stupid air, hurting her sensitive skin. She used the manipulable gravity around her to slowly fly out of the house. "Thanks-OOWW!" Her own words had hurt her, just like the use of her horn did, except her horn hurt much less. everything was sore, and it hurt. The pain slowly wore off on her way back to the shop. By the time she was back, there was not much more than a pinch when she hit the ground after the spell wore off. Lyra tried to change, but she was normal. Finally, she wasn't being laughed at by a schoolyard candy vendor. Everything was back to normal. "Um, Lyra." A nervous DJ said behind her. "Um, what do I, erm, do when i'm, uh, done?" Vinyl was never this nervous. It was actually pretty funny, seeing the mighty Vinyl Scratch, the infamous DJ P0N-3, right there, being very nervous and awkward and humble. "I had to become a changeling then get Twilight to fix me, and that hurt much more that it should have. If I were you, I would just have some fun until it's gone. Looking back on it- son of a bitch! Why did I do that?!" The End
