I couldn’t help but smirk as I stood over the group of defeated ponies, the fact that I was resistant to magic proved to be a lifesaver. The guards had been reliant on it and I had managed to take their heavy caster out of the chase before it had even begun. I wasn’t stupid however, I knew that I had an hour tops before I was swarmed. I decided to take the smartest option given to me, one tactical retreat later and I was back in the forest which thanks to the books I nabbed I now knew as the everfree.

As I retreated through the forest I could here the shouts and calls of the ponies that attempted to give chase. Running at full speed I ran for another two hours before stopping, the surrounding area was a clearing about ten meters wide. I couldn’t help but wonder where all these clearings were coming from, they were very convenient.

Deciding that the clearing was safe enough I took out my index with intentions to fix a serious issue that needed to be resolved. As I flipped through the spell books I had copied it quickly became apparent what the problem was, I was trying to just imagine the effects happening and hoping it worked. I needed to use something as a focus. Raising one of my tails to my eye I gave it an intense look, I quickly tried to feel for my magic. I could feel it, like a lake being filled by a waterfall, I imagined a stream flowing from that lake. I directed that feeling to the tip of one of my tails thinking of a ball of magic forming at the tip.

It worked, at the tip of the tail there was a small ball of pure magic. It was beautiful, it shimmered a pale seafoam blue, foxfire seemed to surround the orb in a soft coat of flame. Staring at the orb I couldn’t help but get lost in its glow for what seemed like hours. When I finally shook off my trance it was dusk, looking toward the orb I imagined it turning into a barrage of arrows and launching themselves into one of the many trees of the forest. The various thwacking noises as the magical arrows buried themselves into the trees wooden bark was so fucking satisfying.

I experimented with pure magic manipulation for the next few hours. I made everything from cups to various weapons. I couldn’t make anything overly complicated such as guns or crossbows, but I could make regular bows. I could also make walls, shields, and other various objects. When I was confident that I had gotten it down I moved on to the harder stuff, elemental manipulation.

From how the books described it, the manipulation of elements was less of skill and more of a will based ability. According to the text one had to exert ones will over nature and magic and force the needed affect to happen. I decided to take my own path to do this, I was pagan. My family was wiccan, so as I launched my tail at the tree, I did something that went completely against what the book taught. Instead of forcing the lightning, I asked nicely instead.

I was not disappointed as a bolt of lightning the size of my head impacted the tree, I tried again with ice this time, when it worked as intended I moved on to the other elements. Something I quickly figured out was that any time I produced fire it became foxfire. I practiced my manipulation by making small mock armies of each element and having them fight each other.

I was interrupted from my sacking of Rome by a startling thought. Kitsune were known shapeshifters, if I could shapeshift into a pony then I could sneak back into town and copy more books and gain even more information. I just needed to figure out how the hell I was supposed to shapeshift.

I spent the next few hours trying to shift my shape, I did not succeed. I did however learn a vital clue in using illusions. When I had tried to use illusions on the bush to turn it pink, I had assumed that it hadn’t worked because I couldn’t see the effects of the spell. When I was practicing my shifting another pack of timber wolves had attacked. I had tried to make an illusion of fire to scare them off, just to see if I could. I had assumed due to the lack of fire that it failed. Imagine my surprise when the pack let out a series of startled yelps and ran off. I could cast illusions fine, I just couldn’t see them myself.

It made sense in the long run I suppose. If I could see my own illusions, then there was a chance that I could catch myself in them. It would do me no good if I tried to make a room full of traps seem normal, only to walk into one of them because I couldn’t see them. Of course, not being able to see illusions also had some advantages on its own.

The ability to use my illusions opened a lot of new options for me. I didn’t need to turn into a pony if the ponies couldn’t see me at all, however the fact I couldn’t see my illusions meant that if they failed, I wouldn’t know until it was too late. I decided to have an illusion training marathon right then and there, the only thing that was missing was the montage music.

I snuck past hundreds of timber wolves and even managed to sneak up on a deer for dinner, funnily enough the fact that the deer was raw didn’t bother me. I could only guess it was due to my new nature. After dinner I started practicing more illusions. By the rise of the morning sun I was confident that i could beat Houdini.

I also discovered something that in my opinion made my awesome body even more awesome. I was a hermaphrodite. I wasn’t sure how I had not realized for so long, but I had both sets of equipment, not that I was complaining, as a human I was as gender-fluid as they came. This just gave me more things to experiment with.

I began making plans to go back into the pony town, the first stop was going to be a general store of some kind, I needed to steal some appliances, after that I would hit the library again. Then maybe play some pranks. However, the first thing I was going to do was catch some sleep.

When I woke, I woke fast and hard. The reason for this, it was raining. Which was a good thing and a bad thing. I began making my way back to the town. I needed to avoid the guards and steal quite a few items. As I entered the outskirts of town I was taken aback by the amount of guards centered around the library.

The first thing I found was a shop called, Bits And Bits. The shop was an appliance store, I quickly checked the door, it was locked. As quickly as I could I made a pair of lock-picks from magic, now most people would probably be wondering how the hell a bookstore owner knows how to use lock-picks. The answer to that question is this, never underestimate the power of a bored autistic person in a store with dozens of do it your self books.

I smirked in triumph when the lock gave a click, as I made my way in I made sure to lock the door behind me. I made sure to grab several necessities. A tea kettle, some metal skewers, the entire stock of tea. I also made sure to grab all of the bits out of the register. Grabbing a coffee mug that said, I am best pony, I grabbed a marker and crossed out, pony, and replaced it with fox before tossing it into my bag.

Having got everything I needed to get from that shop, I made my way over to the library. Unfortunately for me there was a guard standing in front of the door. Seeing the perfect setup, I decided to test a game theory. Picking up a small rock I chucked it off to the side of the library. I ended up having to stifle my laughter as the dumbass actually fell for it.

Silently dashing across the cobble, I entered the library. There was no one in the bottom floor but I could here someone lightly snoring upstairs. I decided that getting some more information would be my first prerogative. I grabbed books on anything that caught my attention, I even grabbed some of the fiction books.

When my search for interesting books was over, I crept my way back over to the door only to stop at the sound of the guard from before grumbling to himself. It looked like I would be taking the balcony again. I crept up the stairs as silently as I could. When I crested the staircase I saw the source of the snoring. Looking at the purple alicorn sleeping in the bed I couldn’t stop my smirk as I pulled out the marker I had stolen.

I spent a good hour on my art before stepping back to admire it. I had created a civil war of dicks on her face. Barbed cat dicks holding muskets were shooting at the knotted dog dicks hiding in trenches. In the back ground a brigade of horse cocks was charging a group of entrenched human penises. Running around the battlefield was a nine-tailed fox attempting to heal the wounded while dodging lines of white that were streaking across the battle field.

My eyes began to water at the perfection that I had drawn upon this poor soul’s brow, okay maybe they were watering from my attempts not to burst into laughter. Still stifling my snickers I made my way over to the balcony. Before I jumped, I took one look at the hole that had been bored through the railing by the burst of magic that had grazed me when I had first jumped.

It was actually kind of disturbing just how close I had come to being hit. I didn’t know if the bolt would have killed me or not, but I knew it would have put me out of the fight. I jumped to the ground, the noise my paws made as they sank into the mud was drowned out by rain.

My cover was almost blown when a grey Pegasus nearly dropped a piano on my head. She looked kinda pretty actually. I shook my head, there would be time to ogle people later. My interest was caught by the smell of sugar and bread. Following my nose I couldn’t help but stare at the giant gingerbread house that the smells were coming from.

I unfortunately couldn’t enter the bakery as it was full of ponies. I turned to leave only to stare in shock at the box of donuts sitting there with a piece of paper on top. The donuts were all fresh and warm. I honestly think I may have had an orgasm then and there, but I couldn’t be sure I was to busy enjoying donut induced euphoria.

I was shaken from the absolute massacre of donuts by a scream. An angry rage filled scream, coming from the library, I slowly turned to see purple light shine from the windows and door of the tree. At this point I had already given up any notion of stealth and hightailed it to the forest. If the terrified screaming of the guard that was guarding the library was any indication, I had made it to the forest edge just in time. I couldn’t help but notice that I had ended up in the same clearing as before. I promptly decided to take a nap.

Author's Note

Did this one seem a bit rushed to you.