“LUNA” you yell, running aimlessly through her basement dungeon labyrinth thing. Why the fuck was everything so damn complicated. Had they never learned about the concept of putting up some damn signs? “Jesus fuck, where the hell are you?”

Nope, you were completely lost. Likely in an entirely different dimension by now, reality having folded in on itself to trap you in an endless sequence of lefts and rights.

“Come on Moonhorse, I know you’re down here,” you try again, still confused.

Or were you… Was that the door? You remember her chamber being the only ornate double doors you saw down here… Alright, here goes. You shoulder up to the door, leaning away slightly to bust it open.

“Alright Luna,” you call loudly, “Stop masturbating you filthy whorse. We got shit to talk about.”

“Aanon…” you heard an airy moan waft over from the other side of the room, where her bed was, where you noticed just the slightest bit of motion underneath the covers. Fuck, was she actually…

“Luna! Holy shit!” you yell, catching her attention. “I didn’t think you’d actually!”

“Anon!” she exclaimed, a quick flurry of motion as she leapt from the bed, one hoof definitely darker than the others, “We were not expecting visitors at this hour!”

“You know all you had to do was ask, right. I’d have to talk to Em about it, but I doubt she’d have a problem, especially if you let her join in.”

“Anon, we-” she started, flustered, “nevermind. What brings you down here?”

“I came to ask you some questions.”

“Oh? What curiosities do you have?”

“It’s about some weird magic stuff that happened when I-”

“Ah, yes. During the events after your recapture. Sister told us of your magic, and we too have concerns about it. The power she described, it is familiar to us.”

“Familiar…” you hesitated, trying to read into her statement, “Like Nightmare Moon?”

“Very much like her,” she answered, looking at you with a dead serious expression, “What did it feel like?”

“I don’t really know. It just kind of happened. Powerful, I guess. Maybe a little bit uncontrolled. Really it just felt like what ended up being necessary.”

“Be wary, Anon. We too remember that sense of power. And the control... You don’t learn to control it; it learns to control you. When you call upon the darkness for support, its answer is not gentle. You must distance yourself from that magic and if anything embrace the magic you demonstrated before that.”

“Before that? But that was the only time I…”

“Do you not remember your escape? A teleportation spell so powerful and quick that we couldn’t track it.”

“No, that was Em, wasn’t it?”

“Wasn’t it the case that she were unconscious? That is what our guards reported to us.”

“Yeah, but couldn’t she still have done it? I don’t know how this magic shit works.”

“Yes, such is apparent since you cannot even discern your own magic.”

“So yeah… About that, can you uh… How do I use this shit?”

“Well, we have a hypothesis. Of course we’d need to test this, but it seems that you are predisposed to magic that you have seen in others.”

“What does that mean? I’m like some kind of magic parrot or something.”

“Hah, that is an amusing image! You certainly have the characteristic penchant for embarrassing language. But nonetheless, that may be an apt description. We believe that you do not possess the ability to learn magic in the same way that a unicorn would study a spellbook. But it is possible that you may learn via… What is the phrase Twilight always uses… by osmosis?”

“So if I see a spell happen then I can do it?”

“More than that, we believe you must be targeted by this spell or be in incredibly close proximity.”

“So uh… Really the only magic that’s been used on me is teleporting me, throwing me onto things, or making my dick bigger. How do we test your hypothesis then?”

“Well we believe magic you’ve witnessed quite frequently might also become latent in you. Specifically a certain use of Changeling magic that you must no doubt have seen many times.”

“Oh! The weird love bubble thing. Yeah, that’d be neat I guess. Just think of all the Changelings I could get lovedrunk with that!”

“No Anon. That was not the use that we wished to test. The spell we were speaking of is much more common to Changelings than the peculiar manifestation of your love to Metamora.”

“No, you don’t mean…” you realize, vibrating at the idea, “I can fucking shapeshift? Holy fuck that’d be so fucking cool.”

“Do not get so excited, we do not know if this is indeed possible, we merely suppose it to be so.”

“Then how do we find out? If I can shapeshift I wanna know how to do that shit like ASAP.”

“Well, I doubt we will find a circumstance that will trigger a response as did your teleportation, but commonly when we are asking foals to try magic for the first time we ask them to think about what they’ve seen. Often imagining it happening is enough to make it so.”

“Then who should I try to imagine myself as?”

“See if you can become me. You will be able to reference what I look like in order to seed the transformation.”

You thought about it, thinking about what you saw Metamora do so many times now. You closed your eyes, picturing everything you could about Luna and trying to imagine how your shape would shift into hers. The magic would start at your head, a horn growing from your forehead as the rest of your face changed to match an equine form. It would slowly crawl downward, your pale skin replaced by dark blue fur as it marched on. Fuck, this was going to fuck up your clothes!

Your eyes snapped open, suddenly a strange navy obelisk in front of your eyes. You instinctively tried to grab whatever it was to pull it away, only realizing as you clobbered yourself in the snout with your hooves that you had, well, clobbered yourself in the snout with your hooves.

“Well that is quite a start, Anon…” Luna giggled, clearly amused.

“Shut up. I forgot to get rid of my clothes. I don’t think they’d work so well with wings and a tail and… Well, now with hooves instead of arms, how do I even take this shit off?”

“Would you like me to render you without clothes… again?”

“Um could you? But don’t pull a Twilight and just vaporize them. That’s my only good pair in Canterlot.”

Poof. All of the sudden, you felt naked. More naked than naked, really. Maybe it was the feeling of fur as you moved to cover yourself from any wandering eyes. But there’d be nothing to really look at if you just shapeshifted again… Well then it wouldn’t be weird - ponies were always running around naked!

So once more you concentrated on the desired outcome, imagining her mane, her tail, everything under her legs… You felt a warmth with each thing you imagined, as if some part of you was rushing to meld itself to that form. Before long you realized that you were so very uncomfortable standing on your hindlegs, and you fell to the floor, shakily managing to stand on four hooves.

“Perfect! We knew you could do it Anon!”

“Holy shit this is weird!” you called out, shocking yourself with the feminine voice that came out. You spun around, trying to look over your shoulder at your new form.

“And our voice as well! How surprising!” Luna exclaimed, paying close attention as you spun, chuckling as your back was turned, “And it would seem such attention was given to the detail between our legs.”

“Fuck this feels weird.”

“Anon! Let us go have fun with this. We have an idea for quite the prank! Sister will be so flustered!”

“Sister!” Celestia called, watching as you waltzed towards her, having mostly figured out how walking on four hooves worked. “Have you seen Anon or Metamora?”

“No, we haven’t seen Anon or his incredibly large penis lately. Nor have we seen his exceedingly beautiful Changeling lover. What is your curiosity?”

“We wished to ensure that they were settling in well now after our declaration.”

“Oh I believe they’ve settled in quite well. In fact I have upon good authority that they settled in quite well with each other just after the ceremony.” Yes. You did have that on quite good authority.

“I am not surprised. Just seeing how much they loved eachother, well…” Celestia blushed, “ It was enough to make me yearn for the same.”

“You wish for someone to love you, Sister?”

“…Is that too much to ask.”

“Not at all! But who could provide you with this love you seek?”

“I don’t know. I just… I wish I could find somepony for myself.”

“Is not what you have in front of you sufficient?” you ask, finally hoping you had dropped a sufficient hint.

“Luna, what do you mean?”

“You know what we mean sister! You know you’ve thought of it before! Why not fuck me.”

“Luna! What has come over you. We’re siblings! And-” she paused, her eyes narrowing, “Me? Who are you. Reveal yourself impostor!”

You felt yourself slammed against the wall in her magic, your disguise knocked from you as your form shifted back to your normal two-legged shape.

“Ow ow ow! Luna! She’s going to-”

“Sister!” Luna called, coming out from behind a corner, “’Twas only a prank!”

“A prank? You find this funny Anon?”

“Fuck, I find this shit hilarious,” you pause preparing your throat to mock Celestia’s voice, “Oh sister… Let’s go have tea and talk about how much we love each other. And then after we finish the tea, I’d like to drink in more of your delicious body.”

Luna was cackling at your impression, while Celestia stared at you with a fierce blush on her face.

“You know that’s not what we meant! Luna surely you don’t believe…”

“Calm down sister, we know you’ve not seriously considered it. But you must be curious-”

“Curious? Luna, that’s incest. It’s wrong!”

“You know that to call that incest would be a vast oversimplification.”

“Plus, incest is hot shit… As long as it’s not in a weird Kentucky inbreeding kind of way, you know…”

“Anon! I’m not going to fuck my sister!”

“You don’t have to!” you chuckled, disguising yourself as Luna again, “You can fuck me instead. All the fun, none of the moral quandary.”

“You know I’d… Ugh! Anon, stop this at once!”

“Oh, I get it,” you laughed, another flash overtaking you as you mirrored Celestia, “You’d rather go fuck yourself, wouldn’t you.”

“I would never-” she tried, her blush doubling. You watched as she stared way too intently at you.

“Whatever floats your boat, Sunbutt,” you concede, shifting once more to disguise as Metamora, “Come find me when you’re ready to have some fun. Right now I gotta go surprise my bug. She’s gonna be so proud… and probably confused.”

“Hey there Atlas” you chuckle, barging in on he and Twilight talking casually.

“Who the…”

“You know fucking who.”

“Anon?”

“Yeah. You got it. See what I can do? Now change back. I can’t say the thing until you change back.”

“Anon what are you…”

“Do it.”

“Hold on, just can you-”

“Doooooo Iiiiiiit!”

“Fine. Hive I don’t even care anymore,” she resigned taking the form of you taking her native form.

“Fuck you,” you exclaimed, “I’m you!”

“You know what, I really don’t want to deal with your shit right now, Anon.”

“Come on… Haven’t you always wanted to go fuck yourself, literally?”

“I thought you weren’t gay, Anon.”

“Dude, everyone knows lesbians aren’t gay!”

“But-”

“Come on, me…” you say, spinning in place, “Who could say no to this?”

Author's Note

Late, but we made it.

Also fuck this chapter in particular. I didn't get to say it inline so here it is in no uncertain terms:
There are consequences to Anon's use of magic. Plz donut do a complain, you'll read about it next chapter.