~A Thousand Discordant Nights~

By Chameleon Ark

1. A Much Obliged Request

The midnight air was crisp outside the local mall. The parking lot empty save for a lone van emblazoned with depictions of majestic unicorns galloping through a supernova towards the full moon atop of rainbows. It was an eyesore produced by a lapse in the owner's judgement, and he knew and regretted it well. Thankfully that rather cheesy depiction was currently obstructed from the world by the open slide door where the owner of the van, Ian sat with his third beer in his hand. His hair was a dirty blonde pulled back into a short ponytail. Scruffy on the chin, his looks were about early thirties. His chest felt heavy as he looked back on his years. He was a Brony, a fan of a little show about small magical horses that surprised everyone despite the ridiculous premise. For nearly a decade he had been a leading part of it, but now he met the threshold. The end of it all marked by the last convention to celebrate it. He was not alone. Surrounding him in a circle of folding chairs were three of his young adult brony friends looking almost as decidedly sullen as he was.

Together they all sat around a familiar looking draconequus lamp center of them where their light source for the night came from. In their drunken stupor they dare not attempt to make a pit fire, and chose to instead pull the collector's lamp from the van with an extension cord and turn on the van heater to full blast. It wasn't perfect nor completely logical, but they were drunk enough not to care.

The silence was broken by David, his dark haired friend on his far left. Like the rest of them, he wore a 'My little Pony' themed shirt of various depictions. Unlike the rest of them, he wasn't quite as centralized in the fandom, but he loved it nonetheless, "Well, we had a good run lads. Had to end somewhere you know." He took another drink. It was very much like him to just want to rip the feeling off like a band aid. He meant well, but not everyone appreciated the sentiment.

Tom, their youngest member scoffed, "Shadup, David. Good run? Great more like it." He drank, "Couldn't of thought a better way to spend time with blokes like ya if not fer this whole insane thing. Silly as that is." How he became part of their group was of pretty interesting circumstance. Since his early college days, Ian had been distant pals with Tom's Father, who was then his history professor. After getting word of his interest two years ago, he thought it would be good to entrust his brony son to him two years ago so as to keep him out of trouble. The now 19 year old boy may have been a foul mouthed scott, but he was an excellent addition to the group. He pated his pal to the left. "Least this convention was nice, huh Jackie boy?"

The man in question, who unlike his other friends was wise enough to bring his warm aviator jacket. Jack was perhaps Ian's closest friend. They met each other nine years at one of the cons during his grand entrance. Ian was setting up the outdoor panels for the guest when the man came down in a fricking helicopter! The panels and everything flew away to Ian's dismay. He was going to angrily have a few words with the pilot, bit the guy ran out of the landing pad and couldn't apologize enough. When he asked Ian if he wanted to take a ride as a way to make up for it, they had both been inseparable.

He blinked for a moment as his hand touched him. He had been staring intensely on the lamp, the gesture breaking his trance, "Huh? Oh yeah, the convention." Something important seemed to eat at the back of his mind, but the alcohol he consumed made his thoughts all cloudu, and couldn't quite remember what was bothering him. "They pretty much outdid themselves this time." He answered.

"Well, It was the last one after all." David replied kicking back in his chair, "I'd be very disappointed if they didn't. Loved a lot of the cosplay chicks they had."

Tom rolled his eyes, "Sheesh, is that all you old men ever think about?"

David scoffed, "Old man? I'm only thirty two, dude. Anyway, you're one to talk. Don't think I didn't see you eyeing the girl in the Princess Ember costume Tom."

Tom shrugged with a sly smile. Out of all of them he was the most good looking of the bunch. The way he slicked back his brown hair, and wore his leather jacket over his brony shirt. He was gifted with the looks, no one could deny, but nobody knew it like he did. People often eyed him as much as he did them, "What can I say? Pony cosplay is nice, but the predatory dragon and griffon ladies are where it is all at. Isn't that right Ian?"

Ian did not respond, he only gripped his bottle tighter. They were trying their hardest to lighten the mood with their usual banter, but he wasn't having it. Perhaps it was the alcohol in his system, but he looked up with fire in his eyes, "This isn't right." He got up from his spot at the edge of the van, "Ten years we have been apart of this fandom. Ten bloody years! And they end it like that. What are we?" He put a thumb to his chest losing his footing for a sec before regaining his composure, "Fans who are willing to travel a day and a half to celebrate it. Herds of fully grown men and women in love with a show meant for little girls. That's never hap-happened before." He stumbled. Seems he had more than he thought.

"I think you had one too many, man." David said, getting up, "It's not that big a deal."

"Not that big a deal!" He growled, "We helped build this thing from the ground up!"

"Oi! Calm down mate." He held up his hands in case Ian wanted to hit him, "We get ya, but there is always gen 5 ya know. Hasbro won't put away their cash cow forever." Tom replied, looking a little concerned for him.

"They'll fuck it up. I know they will, just wait!" He took his bottle and drank the last of it. He never drank often, and rarely ever got drunk. But this was a time to be drinking hard in his mind, "I love the show, but the qua-quality hadn't been the same since the ascension thingy." His head felt fuzzy, looking at the bottle he regretted the hangover he just gave himself for tomorrow, "God i'm so shitfaced right now." He whispered leaning against the car.

David groaned, sitting back down "Ah dude, you still on about that? I thought we moved past it years ago. Sure, none of us were thrilled about Twilight's Alicorn ascension, but plenty of great things happened after that made up for it. Lots of juicy new lore, characters and species in equestria to write fanfics about."

"Yeah, we still have those." Tom added taking a light sip from his nearly empty bottle, "And look at the bright side, there's nothing now to contradict any lore we could add to those."

"There is no bright side Tom. Our era is over." Ian replied, rubbing his face, "The show connected everyone, and soon enough, it will only be a fading memory. People will forget why we loved it in the first place, and then it is back to square one. A freaking loser in the closet who no one understands."

They looked at him with sympathy in their eyes. Jack's gaze met his and locked, "You'll always have us mate. The show's over, but it happened, and it brought us together." He stood and took his friend's shoulder. "We'll always be friends no matter what." Ian sighed, and they hung together like that. After a moment of reassurance, Jack sat back down.

The wind from Ian's angry sail was efficiently removed, and he sighed. They were right afterall. It was the alcohol talking.

"He's right ya know." Tom added, "I may be the latecomer, but we'll always have what it gave us."

"How about a toast before we hit the hay?" David suggested, "You, Ian" he pointed with a shake, "say something before I pass out."

Ian sighed before holding his bottle up. It was empty, but it didn't matter. For a moment he thought of what to say before glancing at the lamp when something came to mind, "Gentlecolts, may our group pray this night to our lord of chaos. Tonight I invoke the name of Discord for a promise. That everything about the show we love will never be forgotten one way or another, and that we will always be brony friends!"

"I'll toast to that!" Tom laughed clinking his bottle with the others. Jack wasn't paying attention though, he was looking directly at the lamp.

"Don't leave a Scotsman hanging Jack." Tom gave a chuckle, but Jack sat up straighter.

His face was deprived of mirth, "You know the lamp is not plugged in right?"

They all looked at him like he was crazy before their eyes turned to the brightly glowing lamp and trailed the cord where it ended not plugged in inside the van.

A familiar chuckle echoed all around them, "Was wondering when you would all notice." There was a flash, and where there was the lamp stood the actual draconequus standing at nine feet tall. The serpentine chimera looking at them with his glowing yellow and red eyes. All party members crashed backwards in their chairs while Ian scrambled deeper into his van. The light was gone now, but his yellow glowing eyes were on him and Ian's heart beat like a drum. He wanted to scream but nothing would come out.

The creature grinned, "Don't worry Ian. Your wish shall be granted. It wouldn't be fun otherwise." He chuckled, "What a fun indigenous people. If you're confused now, just wait till you wake, morning come." He chuckled darkly, "As compensation for letting me discover this world, I shall bestow upon you a gift with your new life. I'll be back, but for now I have some business to attend to. Tah tah." He snapped his fingers and the world went dark.

Ian woke up with a maddening headache beating like a steady drum. He groaned feeling the stinging light pierce his eyes painfully. It was official. He had way too much to drink. He shifted around noting his body felt strange. When he pulled the weight of his limbs, everything felt like it was in the wrong place. He was sure he was laying on the carpeted floor of his van chin down on a warm and soft pillow. It was a nice open space within the vehicle with no seats beyond the front two, which made it quite roomy for two of his friends to sleep in their sleeping bags on that floor, while he and the other would sleep in the chairs. It was a fair arrangement, and since it was his car, he got the more comfortable reclining chair during trips.

He didn't seem to get that luxury in this instance. He reasoned that he must have just climbed in and passed out after their small drunken party. On the bright side, he was currently surrounded by very warm, fuzzy things… that were breathing.

After a moment of sitting he dared to open his eyes. His first blurry look brought only confusion. His head was positioned between something purple. He blinked again with even more confusion. His head was sitting on a tail between purple scaly legs that ended at a puffy lavender pussy right where his snout was.

His face grew hot and he jerked backwards on his haunches with a surprised scream, jutting upright with alien motion that resulted in his newly found unicorn horn piercing the roof of his car. "Agh!" He yelped, and several feminine yelps of surprise followed him.

"Ahh! Jesus Ian. What the…" The grey mare with the green mane looked up with flabbergast. Before her was a six foot tall white unicorn stallion sporting a luxurious white-blue mane and straight beard, struggling to get it's horn out of the hole it made in the metallic surface of the roof. There was a strange mental tugging sensation that drew her to him, and her heart quickened. One explaination came to mind, "Holy fuck, did someone slip me acid? I'm gonna be pissed if someone put acid in my drink." Her voice felt strange in her mouth 'This has to be a trip." She reasoned. Anything else was too absurd to consider.

The mare found herself trying to get up, but was too hung over and wobble down back on her haunches with a thump. Wait, she had haunches? Her thoughts were disturbed by one of her fellow yelpers, which was the light pink pony nearest to her. Unlike the giant stallion before her that was twice her size, this one pegasus sat eye level, looking down at her hooves curiously and intently. She found her actually quite cute. with her pink coat and cream colored mane, she would have made a pleasant and simple oc. The mare in question turned to her with a inquisitive look, "... David?"

The mare blinked at her name. She was about to say something when they heard more yelling.

"Holy mutherfacking horseapples!" All party members looked at the medium sized purple dragon that collected herself as she huddled to a corner gawking at them, "I'ma either dreaming or there's three ponies in the van!" The scottish accent was unmistakable.

"Actually Tom," the pink mare calmly started, pointing a hoof at David, "We are ponies." She turned the hoof to Ian, "He on the other hand is far too large. Stature I reckon is more that of a fully grown alicorn. Clearly a unicorn though due to only having one large protruding horn. Got to say though, digging the beard Ian."

Ian recognized that kind of break down, ignoring the last statement, "Jack? Is that..? Oh holy hell." The blood in his veins ran cold as he remembered bits and pieces of the night prior. The night that Discord himself showed up.

With one last jerk he managed to free his horn. He looked at the ponies and dragon, turning to each of them, "David, Tom, and… Jack? Oh Christ almighty. This, this is…" his face turned beat red as he realised his face was just in Tom's crotch. May their father have mercy on him.

The dragoness in question was finally lucid enough to realise his own changes, "What the, what…" his hands ran along his entire body until they found themselves between his legs. In stock still silence he realised that he was now a she.

The motion ran alarm bells in David and Ian's brains as they both looked down at themselves. Ian sighed in relief. It wasn't his usual equipment, but it was still there. David wasn't quite so lucky. He looked to be at the brink of crying.

Jack looked curiously, "Seems we're all female save for Ian here." She got up and warbled a bit trying to stand on her four hooves as best she could. Her wings twitched but stayed folded to her back. Turning to the window she looked out, "Same place we were before. No transportation to another world kind of scenario. Shame that. This is going to be more difficult."

"Is your head screwed on right?" Tom asked having recovered from his unwelcomed revelation, "Did ya forget the part that we're all fucking ponies!" Her tail swished violently.

Jack seemed unaffected by the outburst, "Well, as I said, me and David are ponies of earth and pegasi. You on the other hand are a dragon while Ian looks to be a unicorn stallion of a larger variant."

"How the hell are you so calm?" David asked still with some upset to his, her, voice. Honestly Ian wanted to know the same. He was pretty quiet thus far, but his heart was going a million miles an hour with questions running through his head.

The pony in question shrugged, "I read a lot of fanfiction. I always entertained the thought at the back of my mind. Also I'm a trained pilot, we're taught to keep our cool in surprising circumstances like these."

"Well lucky you." The dragoness sneered, "Not all of us were looking for scales and a cunt! Did ya have a pretty new name in mind to call yourself too?! What are we supposed to do now!"

"Calm, the fuck down Tom!" Ian yelled. His horn flared white involuntary, and the Dragoness' jaw snapped shut. Something that even Ian wasn't expecting. He sighed,his headache getting worse, "Okay, now does anyone at all remember what happened last night?"

They all stared at him as they tried recalling the night before. Jack was the first to recant, "Well, we you drove us into the parking lot at five in the morning, BronyCon started at 9:30 am, ended at 10:00 pm, and for the rest of the night we drunk outside the parking lot lamenting about the show's end." The other nodded in agreement.

He blinked, "That it? None of you remember that Discord himself crashed our party?"

They all stood still as their minds reeled with that information, "Ya bullshiting!" Tom accused, but the serious look on Ian's horse face made her eyes widen, "Holy fuck you're serious…" The others didn't know how to reply.

"Look guys," Ian sighed, "We're in a pickle, and I can't help but feel partially responsible. What happened last night… I made a toast to Discord for the promise that the show may never be forgotten. That's when he showed up and I guess… did this while we were sleeping." He looked to where the lamp was supposed to be but found it was no longer in it's spot.

"This is insane." David replied placing a hoof on her temples, "One; How in the flying fuck does he exist?! Two; Why would he do this?!"

Jack almost laughed, "Why wouldn't he do this? Discord? Lord of Chaos hello? For the first though," she rubbed her chin with her hoof, "obviously it would appear the show isn't as fictional as we thought."

David couldn't rebut so she just deflated. She turned to Ian, properly upset, "Why, Ian? Why did this happen?"

The pitiful way the question was asked made Ian feel like he had a frog landed in his throat. While some bronies fantasized about this kind of scenario, there were massive challenges and complications it would likely impose on their lives, and they knew that. This mare, his friend looked at him with such sad and scared eyes thinking of their now uncertain future. He had never seen David look like that before and it made him worry. He sighed again feeling suddenly claustrophobic in the space he was in. He took up the majority of it, making it feel smaller than it was."I don't know," He replied. He looked about him. He was the group leader and he needed to act like it. Thankfully planning and strategy was his specialty, and though he didn't admit it, he like Jack had explored this kind of thing through fanfiction. "but right now the better question is how to minimize the impact. We're practically in the middle of nowhere with half a tank of gas, with a low amount of food left, and we can't go anywhere public. Our first priority should be heading back to our home town and gathering what we can before hiding out somewhere." His mind turned to people he could trust. His folks lived far back in the States, so they wouldn't be much help, not that he would want to involve them. He grimaced. He knew there was one person who he could trust in this, but the thought didn't make him feel better. Still, they needed a human confidant.

"How are we gonna drive out there anyway?" Tom asked, "Case ya haven't noticed, ya don't got the proper equipment."

"Well Tom," Ian sighed, "seeing as you're the only one with opposable thumbs, you're gonna have to be the one to." He was severely gonna miss having hands.

Tom flinched as she realised, her heart sinking at the thought, "Wait, wait, wait, come now man. You know I don't have a license yet. 19 remember?"

"I seriously doubt that really matters right now." Jack replied, "Not that we could show ID if we get pulled over. Where is my wallet anyway? Our clothes too for that matter?"

"Only now you worry over that? I must be the only one who cares about decency." Everypony realised that Tom was still covering herself. Unlike them and their natural equine cover, her womanhood was completely at risk of display.

Ian turned his face from her with an uncomfortable blush and looked for something, anything that might help. Thankfully he still had his backpack. The car creaked as he moved, pushing the bag to himself, "I might have something in here for you Tom." They didn't bring any extra clothes unfortunately, but there was that one T-shirt event at the con, "Mind opening that for me?" He looked to the Dragoness who sighed taking one of her claws to unzip the bag. From it she pulled out between what was left of their dry snacks and a large purple T-shirt with Twilight Sparkle's cutie mark stamp.

Tom sighed, "Better than nothing." She turned around as she slipped it on, swishing her tail lightly. Poking her head though the top hole, she pulled the shirt down over her wings to her waist. It was barely large enough to cover her from unwanted eyes, but it was enough to feel a little decent. She looked to the stallion with grateful eyes, "Thanks Ian." Looking at him, she felt a disturbing pull at the back of her mind, before shaking it off.

"Not a problem." He could only imagine how awkward she felt. At least he and the rest of them didn't risk presenting. They were all friends in any case. "Anyway, we need to get out of here asap. We're exposed out here and I'm not entirely sure how people would react to us." Well, he had a couple of ideas. Not all of them looked good for them though. He'd sooner die than let any one of his friends become government test subjects locked in cages or worse. Trying to appeal to the better side of humanity would be too risky unless he had a plan of action.

He began looking around realising his car keys were in his now missing pants. Quickly looking out the window he confirmed that their missing items were not out where they sat. In fact, their chairs and cooler were neatly folded and put away at the corner of the van where they were originally. Odd that Discord would clean that up for them. Unfortunately that meant no key, thankfully he always kept a backup, "Emergency key should be behind the front seat cover. Just between the foam. Let's get out of here."

Tom looked uneasy, bit took a deep breath as they climbed to the front seat and felt around where Ian instructed, feeling the small metal item and pulling it out, "Couldn't find your main keys?"

"Lost wherever my clothes went."

Tom shrugged and tried to sit back, but found she couldn't because her tail and wings got in the way, "This is such a nightmare." She pushed the seat up, but even then her feet barely touched the pedals. This was unsafe in every sense of the word, but it was the only thing they could do. With a deep breath, Tom turned on the ignition. His lack of experience behind the wheel was honestly quite embarrassing. For years he got by with cabs and buses. Sure, he drove around a parking lot a few times, but that is where his experience ended.

Luckily the store hadn't yet opened so there weren't many cars to ram into, "Careful Tom. Hold just a moment." Ian wanted to climb into the passenger seat to help her out, but he was too big to fit. Luckily little ponies were just the right size. He turned to David who still looked moppy. Best give her something to take her mind off of the uncertainty, "Dave, can you take the passenger seat to coach her?"

She turned to him with a flinch, "Umm, won't that increase the risk of being seen?"

"Can't be helped right now. Tom is inexperienced with driving and needs someone up front to tell them what to do. Besides, on the highway it's likely that anyone who sees will think it their imagination." Probably, anyway. At least it wasn't central london. With that traffic they'd be screwed.

With a sigh she climbed up front to the passenger seat ready to give instructions.

Not gonna lie, getting from the mall to the highway was fucking terrifying. Turns were too jerky, the vehicle kicked up a lot, they nearly fell into a ditch, and the fact that the driver was barely large enough to put her feet on the pedals didn't put any minds at ease. Thankfully after a while with David's help, she got the hang of it, and the ride got smoother.

Ian laid down on the carpet next to Jack, who honestly through this whole thing had been taking this rather well. They looked back at Ian, or more precisely at his horn.

"You know, that was glowing earlier?"

He looked surprised, "Was it now?" It suddenly dawned on him that he may actually be capable of magic. How good he could get he did not know. Even so he he knew it would be useful.

"Want to try levitating some shit? I think the boys, well, girls" She snickered, "would flip their lids if you did."

Tom growled, "I heard that! Fuck you!"

Jack rolled her eyes, "I'm just getting acquainted with our new reality. Not telling ya specifically to change your sexual identity or anything, but I do think we have to accept the fact that we don't got junk between our legs anymore."

Tom grumbled, and David stayed silent.

The guilt twinged in Ian's heart. In theory he knew for a brony, this sort of thing could be exciting. So much would change because of this, but the impact it would have on their livelihoods had consequential implications between their jobs and family. They would all have to disappear for a time before they could figure this out. Which was fine between him, David and Jack since they all adults that lived and provided for themselves, but Tom's situation was more difficult since he still lived with his folks.

"Ya know, I actually have thought about a name to go with." Jack admitted. Ian broke away from his thoughts and everyone turned to look at her.

"Pink fur and cream mane." She looked to her flank. Interestingly enough none of the ponies seemed to have cutie marks. A wonder what that meant? "No indication there, but I think I like the name Rosey Gale."

Tom laughed, "You're not serious right?"

"Keep your eyes on the road Tom." David instructed him with a sigh. The dragoness shut it and turned her face forward, swiveling a bit in the process.

Jack shrugged, "I am a pony, might as well go with the naming convention. Rosey for my color, Gale for my pegasi ancestry."

"You don't have pegasi ancestry." David pointed out rolling her eyes.

"She's from a family of pilots. That probably counts for something." Ian defended, "I think it's a perfect pony name." He couldn't see it do to her pink fur, but Jack suddenly grew flush.

"T-thanks, Ian. Alright, then we're set. Call me Rosey, or Rose from now on."

The two up front looked a bit uncomfortable, "I don't know, feels like givin up on our humanity." Tom replied not too happy about it.

"As far as we know, Discord is the only one capable of giving it back. If he wanted us like this, I have my doubts he'll just do it if we asked nicely." Jack, er… Rosey stated.

"I agree. It may be worth a try, but I doubt it would bear any fruit, at least without some sort of twist that might just make it worse." His mind wandered to a thought where the draconequus turned him and his friends into chairs or something and shivered. They grimaced knowing what he meant. He instead turned his thoughts to the potential magic his unicorniness could bear, "In any case, I think we should give our new assets a try. We might find something about these bodies we could all benefit from."

Rose snickered and David's eyes widened and turned away.

"Bet you'd really like that huh lover boy. You can fucking forget that." Tom's grip on the wheel tightened, and a faint blush could be seen on her face.

"Oh, get your mind out of the gutter!" Ian admonished, "I'm talking about magic and flight and stuff." Why would they think that?

Rosey chuckled, "You know, useful things? In case you haven't noticed Tom, you're a freaking fire breathing apex predator who can soar through the sky, and skinny dip in lava. Probably got a several hundred year lifespan out of this too." She smirked, "Honestly, I don't really know why you're complaining."

Tom didn't say anything. He had to admit, that did sound pretty baller. Her wings ruffled under her shirt at the thought of soaring through the sky and laying claim to one of Scotland's great castles as a place for her hoard of glittering gold and jewels. Right center Ian the majestic and powerful Unicorn stallion standing strong to defend it and her with his life for all of etern… She shook her thoughts from the fantasy that took a disturbing turn.

Meanwhile, David muttered something that no one heard, and several quiet minutes passed before Rose got up, wobbly walking to her bag. With her teeth, she, with some difficulty opened the zipper and pulled out a hoof sized Rainbow Dash figurine with her mouth, spitting it out right in front of Ian who frowned at it and her, "Magic 101. Fire up that horn, and perform levitation."

Ian blinked, "We're really doing this now?"

"We're testing out the assets." Rose told him with a wink, "Magic on our side will be indispensable in our current situation, so you might as well familiarize yourself with it."

Ian looked unsure. He remembered all the magic accidents on the show, and it usually resulted in big explosions, "I'm not really sure that's safe J-Rosey." He corrected himself and his friend smiled at that, "What if I accidentally make the van explode, or accidentally turn you guys into plants?"

"Yeah, please don't do that." Tom replied.

"Yeah, please." David added.

Rosey shrugged, "It's just a little levitation. I doubt much could go wrong with that."

Ian sighed doubtfully, looking at the figurine. Levitation huh? Should be easy. It was an easy feat on the show. He focused hard on the object, and his eyes widened as it seemed to trigger something in him. Arcane knowledge of everything to do with levitation suddenly passed through his mind instantaneously. A pixelated 1up sign suddenly crossed his vision with a ding.

I sincerely hope you are enjoying my gift. The familiar voice echoed through his head with a laugh, There is much more to come.

Ian blinked with disorientation at the knowledge dump into his head. Handy, but very disconcerting. Effortlessly his horn glowed a soft white and the object lifted into the air with ease.

"Holy shit you're actually doing it!" Rosey laughed in surprise as the figurine zipped around as his mind instructed." The feeling was ecstatic. He remembered all those times as a star wars kid trying so hard to force levitate objects, so to see it actually work was exciting beyond belief.

They all gawked and hollered in excitement, which make him smirk, "Windgardium Levi-fucking-osa bitches!" He laughed, and they all joined in.

"Gotta admit, that, is fucking cool man." Tom chuckled, "Wonder what else you can do with that thing?"

With a thought he plopped the object back in the bag and zipped it, "Probably a great deal once I get the hang of it. Maybe we could publish a book on unicorn magic afterwards."

"Or use it to conquer the world." David added. He seemed to feel a little better.

Ian thought about it for a moment. It was a potential as far as he knew. He imagined himself sitting on a throne, King of the world surrounded by beautiful women. He realised that his friends were amongst those women and shook the thought "Let's not consider razing the world in flames just yet." Levitation was just a basic spell in any case. Though he guessed that if he had to defend himself, he could always force choke people. No, no! He wasn't gonna kill people.

They chuckled again, and the van grew quiet once more."

"That looks like a good place to park for now." Ian said looking over at the parking space near an empty meadow. The sun was going down in a few hours, and it seemed like the perfect place to stretch their legs where nobody could see.

With a thump they came to a stop, "A little outside the lines, but otherwise not bad work Tom."

Tom slumped with a breath of relief, "I'm just glad it is over for now. That was fucking terrifying."

"Ya did good Tom." Ian complemented. He looked at the gas gage which had a quarter of a tank left. He wasn't looking forward to having to figuring something out at the gas station tomorrow since they had no money and couldn't be seen, but that was something to worry about later. Without further ado, he magic'd the sliding door open, and stepped out with a clopping of hooves on asfalt. The two ponies stumbled out with him.

"Whoa!" David nearly tripped, "This is a bit tricky." Awkwardly she put one hoof in front of the other.

It's not that ba-wha!" Rose fell over and David laughed before stumbling on the ground herself.

Tom slid out with an eye roll, "Ponies…" the two in question glared at her as she walked by with her bipedal locomotion.

"This is a lot more difficult than it looks." David defended.

"Ian seems to be doing just fine." The dragoness pointed, which was true actually. He had no problem at all adjusting to walking like this.

As she pointed, he was already on the grass stretching and walking in place until his name was called, "What's that?"

"How the hell are you doing that?" David asked clearly annoyed that he got it so quick.

Ian gave a horse shrug, "I'm not thinking about it. You guys usually think about walking when you're doing it?"

Both ponies blinked. Was it so simple?

Ian looked between Tom and Rosey, "You guys want to give flying a shot?"

Rosey looked excited about the prospect, but Tom seemed unsure.

"Definitely! With my piloting experience, I'm sure to fly circles around this guy." Rosey pointed to the dragoness.

Tom scoffed and rolled her eyes at the challenge, "This isn't a plane Jack."

"Rose." She corrected.

"... Rose. Besides, I'm a mother fucking dragon. If I wanted to, I could probably outfly anything. Manmade or natural."

"Please," Rose scoffed back, "In case you forgot, it was a pegasus who broke the sound barrier in the show, not a dragon."

Tom was stumped by that one, "Well, I'm certain I could get the hang of it quicker than you! You can barely walk!"

"Wanna make a bet?" Rosey smirked with a glint in her eyes. She was not only pumping herself up, but slaying Tom's uncertainty in the matter. Hotheaded as Tom sometimes was, it wasn't hard to egg her on.

"What are the terms? Dish them out, I can take it."

"If you win…" she thought for a moment and smirked, "I'll give you my Walker Colt that I know you've been eyeing back at my place."

The Dragoness' eyes widened with shock at the large potential boon, "And if I lose?"

"Then you have to figure out a fitting new dragoness name to call yourself."

Tom bit her lip and thought for a moment, "Grrr, that's cheap." Images of the revolver that sat on her friend's mantlepiece flooded her mind. It was a beautiful gun. While her own family were pretty wealthy, they were quite strict about ownership of such things, not that it was unwarranted, but they weren't home often enough to enforce it. She suddenly reasoned that it was worth the risk, "Fine, but I'm aiming to win, so don't expect otherwise."

"Fair enough." She cleared her throat, "The challenge will be maintaining three feet of steady lift racing to that far tree there." She pointed to a lone distant tree, starting seven meters atop that hill."

"You're on!" She ran out to the spot.

Rosey was about to head out too when Ian and David halted her, "You really doing this man? You said that thing had been in your family for generations."

Rose smiled, "And it will stay that way. Walking may not come as naturally to me, but flying? I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

She was a great pilot to be sure. Several years of friendship made that too obvious, and it was complemented by the intelligent and kind head on her.

"Wish me luck fellas," She easily trotted towards the spot the dragon picked, leaving Ian and David looking surprised.

"She just betted her gun to a teenager you know?" She turned to Ian, "Aren't you concerned?"

"About her losing? No. I just hope Nigel never hears about it." His mind was filled with images of Tom's father ripping his head off. Considering the circumstances, he might do that anyway for getting his son, now daughter mixed up in this. He shivered thinking about it.

To say she crushed it was an understatement. Fortuitously for the mare, she had time in the car to experiment with the movement of her wings while Tom drove and hid her wings in her shirt. Rather than take it off for her flight, and expose herself, she just tore holes in the back to fit them through.

On the mark, Rosey took air almost immediately, dashing to the tree while Tom flapped unceremoniously in the dust, cursing up a storm as the pony did a lap around the tree whooping excitedly. She really was a natural.

As soon as she got a groove going, she took to higher heights at a faster pace, hooves in front of her like superman as she sped into a cloud and back down bringing a piece of it down, "Oh my god you guys! This is so freaking soft!" She hugged the piece of cloudy fluff while the others looked at it in confusion.

Ian tried touching it with a hoof, but it just passed through, and came back wet, "Weird." Some cogs worked in his head. If they had to hide from civilization, at least they could rely on the pegasus for a constant source of water they could just snatch from the sky.

The Dragon's grumbling suddenly pulled him from his thoughts. At this point she was flying almost as naturally as Rosey was, but not quite at her speed. Notably there was smoke building in her mouth as she landed near them, "This is fucking bullshit." She billowed not noticing the emission.

"Dude, your uh…" David started.

"What is it!?" Her mouth glowed blue.

"You're, smoking at the mouth." David finished.

She blinked, noting the smell of smoke. With a huff she blew a puff of blue flame, "Whoa!" She laughed, spilling flames on her shirt, "Ha ha, Yes!" She huffed again with a stronger flame in the air, "I really am a motherfucking fire breathing dragon!" Her shirt burned. "Fear me mortals! I am Fire! I am dea…"

"Dude, your shirt is on fire!" Ian panicked.

Her cheering stopped as the shirt was engulfed with blue flame, "Wha-Ahhh!" She dropped and rolled to try and put it out, but the deed was done. Her body was in fact fire proof, but unfortunately the shirt wasn't. Perhaps there was a reason dragons didn't wear clothes.

She got up stading stock still holding the burned scraps covering her nethers, but with an embarrased growl threw on the ground, "Ya know what, I don't fucking care anymore! I'm a dragon! This was a victory! I'm goin back to the fucking van! Good night! Fuckity bye!" She stormed off to the van and sat in the passenger seat, turning her face from the world. Everyone stood in silence for a moment at what just happened to their scottish friend.

At this point the sun was at the edge of the horizon, "... perhaps it is time to hit the hay."

They all filtered inside the van arranging their sleeping bags as comfortably as they could. Tom stayed huddled, curled into a ball with her blanket about her when she suddenly said, "Ness."

Everyone looked at her, "What?" Ian replied.

"Jack said to pick a name, and I did. Ness is what I chose, after the Loch Ness."

"You mean Ness as short for ol Nessie." Rose smiled, "I like it. Suits you."

Tom, or Ness, as he was going by now, wanted to retort, but decided to take the compliment.

David sighed, "Well, if we're really going along with this insanity, I guess I'll go as Morning Brisk."

The others looked at her.

"What? I like cool morning walks." She defended.

"It's fine. What about you Ian?" Rose turned, and the rest looked at him.

He shrugged, "I thought about names. None I have come up have really stuck though. I'll let you know when I figure it out." He yawned, "For now though, lets just go to sleep. We'll be home tomorrow." Supplies were definitely a necessity considering they ran out of food just earlier.

The Dragon uncurled herself, " You know, my family does have a cabin up in Galloway. We could probably head there after we get what we need."

That wasn't a bad idea actually. It was far, but secluded, "Sounds like a plan." He yawned, well discuss more on it tomorrow. Good night."

Ian woke up from a poking at his side, "Ian, hey Ian. Wake up." Rose whispered.

Ian stirred, opening his eyes, neck sore from waking up on the ground. He looked around to see that it was somewhere around midnight, and everyone was asleep, "Whats up?" He quietly asked.

"I-I need you to go on a walk with me. Don't wake the others" She replied, "Would you do that?" There was a nervousness about her. That much he could see from the pale moonlight that filtered in from the window.

Ian stared at her and sighed. It was an odd request but, "Sure. I'll go." He magicked the door open carefully so as not to disturb everybody. They both walked out, and Rose with a quickened step led them onto the field beyond a hill where the car disappeared under. Illuminated by the full moon, it wasn't that difficult to see that she was breathing heavily.

Soon as they were far enough away, Rose asked, "Are you open minded Ian?"

Ian blinked suddenly not knowing where this was going, "Uh, yeah, I think I am. Why?" Perhaps she was admitting that she liked her new body? He hypothesized

Rose turned around towards him. Surprising him as she stood on her hind legs, wrapping her front around his neck. Her face barely a hair's length away. He froze in shock and his heart quickened.

"Would you be opposed to kissing me?"

His throat felt dry as his heart now beat widely in his chest. Without waiting for a response, her lips met his, and he melted into her, caressing her mouth, feeling her breath, it was an intoxicating and a spark tingling feeling he felt go down to his loins.

They parted with a dribble of spit that stretched between their mouths. Panting, he looked at her staring back at him starry eyed, "That was… incredible." He finally said. Something felt heavy below him, and she looked down with a smirk.

He blushed profusely in embarrassment, realizing he'd gotten hard, "Uh uhm, I'm sorry." He looked down in shame but she held his chin up to meet her gaze again.

"Don't be sorry Ian. I'm flattered actually." She jumped back down on four hooves and walked under him.

His brain stopped working, "Uh um I, I-I…"

He was cut off by her saying, "Holy shit your hung!" She looked at his erect member with wide eyes. His two and a half foot horse cock waited illuminated by the moon. The scent filled her senses and her equine instincts yearned. It may have been half the size of her, but that was not going to stop her now.

His mind was reeling with how close she was, "R-rosey, I'm not sure we should, ohh!"

"Yes, that's right. Keep saying my name," She gave an experimental lick at the tip, "Not, as bad as I thought." She said before taking a large mouthful of his meat. She had to admit, she never saw herself in this position, nor did she thought she would enjoy the taste of it. The gact that it did both thrilled and terrified her The scent and taste was enough to drive her mad. At his moan she began bobbing slowly.

Ian couldn't help but whiny at the pleasure that shot through his cock, wrapped in the velvety warm mouth of the mare gently suckling and licking his tip entrance. It took all his willpower not to buck and plough her tight throat.

She pulled him out and licked her lips with a sultry look, "Hey Ian, I just discovered something."

Frustrated that she stopped, he grunted, W-what?"

"Ponies don't have gag reflexes it turns out." In a swift shocking motion she slammed his cock into his mouth down her tight throat until it bulged out. He barely kept himself from unloading there. She moaned in bliss and came right back up with a cough, feeling wet between her nethers, "Fuck my throat hard you stallion you." She took a deep breath and wrapped her lips around his cock again and he broke. In a swift motion of raw sexual instinct he bucked hard inside her. The force making her sit on her haunches as his cock bottomed out straight into her belly. She moaned and it reverberated along his cock as he started rutting her. Heavy balls slapped her face as they both lost themselves in the bliss of their carnal passion.

Thrust, thrust, thrust. He lost himself and time faded away from his mind. The moment turning into eternity.

He couldn't hold it any longer. He felt the tightening in his sacks from the building pressure. Bottoming out with one last thrust, he ejaculated harder than he ever had before.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was filled with his seed. String after string shot in and endless wave until the Mare's belly swelled larger and larger until she looked almost pregnant.

His vision grew dark as he slid out of her. She coughed and took a large gulp of air. A blissful look about her as she slumped on her side massaging her engorged belly.

Ian's bliss ended as his senses returned to him, realising what he just did, "Oh shit Rose, are you alright?!" He knew he was in her throat for a long time, and was terrified he might have hurt her.

To his relief she nodded with a smile, "Nothing but a little hoarse." She coughed a weak laugh at her joke, "I hope you got another one in you though. I really need it now."

Looking at her belly, he didn't think he did. It was the largest orgasm he'd ever had, but he'd hate to disappoint. If only… suddenly his mind reeled as another info dump of the arcane filled his head, and another 1+ binged along his vision.

He blinked. Giving a small smile as his horn glowed, and he felt his cock harden and grow erect with new invigoration.

Her eyes grew wide looking down at it, "Learned new tricks I see?" She turn to his face giving him her bedroom eyes.

He was going to reply but she didn't let him. She got up and covered his mouth with a hoof, "This is my first time. I would be lying if I didn't say I was a little scared." He blinked wondering how considering she just did what even sword swallowers would say difficult? "That said," she kissed his snout, "would you give me some love first?" She got down, rolled on her back, exposing her puffy love canal glistening with her lubricating juices.

Like T-err, Nessie's, it was surprisingly human shaped. Not that he believed it mattered, but he thought it was a nice plus. Taking the image first in mental memory, he got to work pressing his snout against her. She gasped as he gave the first lick like lightning through her body, "Oh! That feels so much better than I imagine! Oh god!" She moaned lightly bucking her legs expressing the cutest face Ian had ever seen. He may have been inexperienced, but he'd read enough eronovels to get an idea of what he should do. It was only fair to work his hardest. His tongue began by lapping circles around her clitorus. She gasped loudly arching back, "Holy fuck! Ian! Where did you learn to do that!? Ha! Don't," she huffed, "Please don't tell me you've done this before. I'd ha! I'd sooner die than be left with the thought of you getting laid before me-ohh..." Her tongue lolled as he massaged the entrance of her tight canals with wet laps. For the finale, he put the length of his equine tongue to use, and pushed right along the walls into what he thought was the G-spot with a wet slurp. He hit the mark dead center, and her reaction was of overloaded bliss as she arched back with a yell. Feeling of ecstasy ran through her body as she experienced her first girl orgasm.

Proud of his work, he moved his mouth away. She slumped, eyes rolled and panting hard, "I… don't ever… want to go back. Too good." She glanced over at his cock, getting up off the ground a bit shakily. She took a deep breath, and gave him those bedroom eyes again. "On your -huff- back big boy. It'd be rude not to at least ride you once."

He did as she was told, positioning himself, laying his back on the grass with his member up in the air like a tall tower. Slowly she climbed atop of him, pressing her well lubricated lips along the base of the monster that reached to her body's midway point. Her distended belly tilting his cock a bit as she grinded a bit with soft moans.

He desperately yearned for this, but there was a small dissent at the back of his mind that he had to address, "A-are you sure about… this?"

She chuckled, climbing closer to him which pushed his cock to his belly, "As sure as I am about helping you to make the others yours too."

His eyes widened at that comment. The thought of all three of them on him like made him harder.

She lined the tip to her lips, which looked just a little too small and petite for the hung stallion. She winced as she tried to push without yield, "Fuck. It's like trying to push a football in a golf hole." She pushed harder for what should have been an impossible fit. After a few moments she grew frustrated, but even the lord of chaos could provide small miracles. Despite the odds, she gave one too forceful push, and a fourth of the giant hunk of meat pierced her insides. She let out a yelp of pain as it tore open her hymen, and tears streamed down her face as the stinging spread around her stretched nethers.

Ian nearly toppled her off, "We need to stop! Your hurt!" But she shook her head.

"It… ow, ow, ow, sssss… it just needs to pass. I-I can do this." Seeing his friend in pain hurted him, but she thought she could do this.

A couple minutes pass like that. Parked there with him partially inside him. As he softened from the lack of stimulus, she would periodically move around a bit to keep it erect.

Slowly the pain ebbed, and her wall adjusted to the way too big foreign object. Gently she pushed the member further inside her, releasing gasps from the stallion who was tightly pressed from all side by her passage, "Not… so bad now." She winced still feeling the pain, but now accompanied by an unfamiliar fullness inside of her. "It feels so odd Ian. The way you fill me up." Looking down she could see the outline of his member inside of her. His mast was halfway inside her when he met the roadblock that he believed sealed the womb. After a moment she steadied herself with soft back and forth motions. As the pain ebbed she began to feel the pleasure, and she moved faster, eliciting moans from both of them. Harder and harder she rammed his head against her wall, growing more confident of what she was doing. Suddenly it turned from a moment of painful hell to an eternal heaven, panting hard as she began to fervently drill him into her. It took everything in them both not to release too soon. Suddenly she grinned as she flapped her wings into the air, pulling him out save for the head before descending all the way down hard. His cock pressing hard on her inner entrance until it at last gave way with a hard pop. Rosey's eyes rolled to the back of her head and tongue lolled as he bottomed out in her into her cervix. He could hold it anymore, and neither could she. Like a river, he flooded her with his seed painting her walls white. Stronger than the first, the sticky baby batter shot out of his member like a fire hose and she began bloating some more, "Max capacity! Max capacity, max capaci-oh my god!" She gripped her rising belly feeling the seed slosh around in her with clenched teeth. He kept going for another couple seconds until he was completely spent.

After several long breaths between the pair, the pink pony sat there panting and looking down at his handiwork. Not a drop spilled from the tight seal of his tip in her cervix. She fell backward light headed and giddy, "Sweet… mother. I'm… so full Ian. How is this even… possible."

He huffed, looking at the night sky, "I don't know. Guess ponies are very flexible."

She rubbed her belly panting. There had to be at least two and a half gallons worth inside both her belly and womb combined. That much should have made her sick but it felt strangely soothing sloshing around inside of her, "You know what? I think I like it. Being full of your spunk.

He had no reply. Instead she slid off to the side of him with a pop. Pushing her legs together she forced herself to keep everything inside for a little longer. Moments passed, and she eventually gave in and the excess cream evacuated her, pooling heavily into the grass. She felt a wave of exhaustion hit her as she wiped her brow of foamy substance, "Oh, would you look at that. Seems I'm soaping."

Ian blinked, "Huh?"

"Soaping. It's how horses sweat. Called that because it looks like soap was rubbed into their fur." She chuckled, "Looks like your doing it too."

"... heh." They probably just had the most mind blowing sex ever, and she's noting horse biology facts.

They sat like that without a word for perhaps twenty minutes simply just staring at the moon that hung above them. The occasional gale sweeping at the grassy hills.

"You don't hate me right?" Rosey finally asked after a moment.

Ian tuned to her. She sat up and looked at him with big sad and fearful eyes at what he might say, "Why would I hate you?" He asked.

She bit her lip and looked back at the sky, "I'm sorry I did this. I was curious, and I took advantage of you." There was shame written on her face, "I wasn't thinking straight, and I didn't think of the possible impact it might have on our friendship." She looked near to tears at this point, "I-I jeopardised everything we had because I felt I needed this. I didn't take you, and your feelings into account."

Ian gave her a serious look, "Look at me Jack." She stared, holding back the threshold of tears, "You are my best friend, and nothing will ever change that. I admit, I was a little more than surprised by your advancements, but I realize now that we'd always kinda had that chemistry. I guess I just never thought to move forward with it until now."

Her eyes glazed heavily with water, and a few streams poured down, "Everything about this may be new and a little scary for our relationship, but I know we'll get through this thick and thin. I… I love you Jack, Rosey, however you want to be called. I love you."

She began balling her eyes out, moving to nestled into her friend and laid there contentedly alongside him. He put a hoof around her as she cried, "I love you Ian."

"I love you too." He chuckled, "Guess that makes you my marefriend now."

She chuckled between sniffs, "I wouldn't be jealous if you got the others involved with you too you know? Make a herd?"

He blushed, "I-I'm not so sure that's a good idea." Morning was one thing, but Ness was a decade younger than he was. He severely doubted they would be interested anyway.

She chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll help you with the hard bits. It won't be hard for us to turn them around to the idea."

"I'll… think about it." He didn't say anything more on the matter, and after a while they both looked up at the endless night sky. "I think I know the perfect name now."

She turned her head to look at him.

His blue eyes reflected the white globe in his eyes, "I think I'd like to be called Midnight Moon."

Author's Note

And so the games begin! Man, this was fun to write. Expect more chapers to come out soon with many more good things to come.