"Oh, I used to love this place!" Discord cried, wearing a wide smirk as he looked down at the airport. Teleporting away and then teleporting down next to the angry-looking pony standing beneath him, he growled, "Before you ponies paved it over!"

"Look, just get out of here!" Barked the stallion in return. "If you touch anything, I'm calling the police!"

Of course, that just brought forth a laughing fit from the odd creature in front of him, which only soured the pony's mood even further.

"You know what? I think I will touch something!" Discord chirped. "And maybe it will touch you back!" he hissed, snapping his fingers, then teleporting away before the stallion could say anything.

The stallion opened his mouth for a retort, but he wasn't quick enough. A flash of magic shone through the hangar doors behind him, and then he heard the creaking of metal...

Suddenly feeling more nervous than angry, the pilot turned around and carefully pushed the door open, just far enough to peer inside at his jet.

But it wasn't his jet anymore.

The Plane-sized stallion inside the hangar was just starting to open his eyes, looking dazed and confused as he slowly focused his gaze on the little pony in front of him. His large mouth opened, and he sleepily asked "Wuh....?"

But by that point, the stallion had already sprinted off to get away from him.

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A few years later, not much had changed about the way Jumbo woke up. He let out a sleepy grunt as he slowly opened his eyes, scrunching up his snout just a little. Despite Discord's defeat, and later, reformation, anything that he turned into a Pony was left be, rather than turn them back and effectively kill the pony they'd become. And that included Jumbo.

Rather than owning him, the airport now considered him an Employee. He could still fly ponies from place to place using the passenger compartment in his belly, but most ponies didn't exactly want to climb inside another pony just to get somewhere. And those that did tended to be weird about it...

So, Jumbo became a mascot of sorts for the airport, as well as helping out around the place. He'd gotten pretty good at picking up busses and cargo trailers whenever they got stuck, and he could be pretty quick to put out a fire if he needed to.

The inside of his hangar looked more like a bedroom by now. Half of it was taken up by a _massive_ bed, comprised of hundreds of used mattresses sealed up to make one really large one. He even had his own computer, made with a high-power projector that shone the display onto the doors of his hangar when he closed them.

He communicated with the computer using a car-sized mouse and an equally oversized keyboard, built just for him to work with. But today, he didn't feel like messing with it...

The big Plone groaned softly as he rolled onto his belly, stretching _just_ a little. He'd have to go outside to properly stretch, so he pressed the button for his hangar doors and slowly stood up, making his way outside.

Once he was out, Jumbo was able to properly get a good stretch in, his wings whirring as they folded to their full lengths and twitched a little. He didn't exactly have any bones to crack, but there were a few metal creaks as he stretched and gave himself a bit of a shake.

After he was done with that, he looked back at the hangar, then back out at the airfield again. Seems like it was quiet today... and it was! Well, for the next 30 seconds or so.

Just when Jumbo was considering laying at the end of the runway to let the sun warm him up, he heard an alarm begin to sound from the other end of the airfield, followed by the ATC sending him a radio transmission. "Jumbo, we need your help on runway two, there's... something on the runway".

He frowned slightly, though he didn't question it as he began to walk. "All right, I'm coming..." he said, sending it back.

Author's Note

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