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# Sometimes It's Good That Lightning Doesn't Strike Twice

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1. The cacophonous sound of heavy guitar, and the head pounding rhythm of drums, was giving this storm a run for its money. Rain poured onto the open air stage, drumming its own soft rhythm against the framework. Lightning thrashed about in the dull, grey, clouds, threatening the strike down from the heavens at any moment, but for now, it bided its time. Onstage there appeared to be a drum kit that was able to play itself. This was of course, complete nonsense; the drum kit was being played by a mare, whose coat blended in fairly well with the stage design, though the weather wasn’t helping her stand out. Her dark red mane swayed back and forth and she thrashed her head in time with her violent beating of the drums. From a distance you’d be forgiven for mistaking her for being some sort of phantom, and even if you were closer, you’d still be forgiven for thinking it was a male. However you would have been gazing upon the living, breathing, form of Blazing Riff, a talented player of the drums, and somewhat of a bully.
3. Blazing didn’t have the most mare-like features, besides the obvious, she was often told she would make a perfect stallion. Her overall body size was much greater than the average stallion, heck even some of the above average stallions had to do a double take when trotting by. She was also more muscular than the average mare; she even managed to shame some of the athletic hoof ball types. Despite all the attention her build got from others, they felt the need to avoid her, and the reason for this, lay solely with her personality. She was often caught picking on the smaller, weaker stallions, embarrassing them by showing others how pathetic they were in comparison to this superior female. It was like a huge ego boost to her, not only did she tower over them, dwarf them in bulky muscle, but she felt like she was invincible. They couldn’t muster up enough strength to hurt her, and all they could do is tell the teachers, but even they shuddered in fear of this tremendous, beast of a mare.
5. The fact that the school was terrified of her, was probably the main reason that everyone was gathered outside in the rain, or why no-one had come to shoo them back inside. As the beat of the music slowed a little, she was able to ease up on the drums, and glance out towards the crowd. Just past her two band mates, each playing a specially adapted bass and regular guitar respectively, she caught sight of many of the front row ponies signing to her. They waved their hooves around as they pretended to scribble a note, and then pointing and themselves and then Blazing to signal that they should write to each other or communicate in some way.
7. “Heh, how pathetic…” she chuckled as the music picked up and she was forced back into her fully concentrated state.
9. As the pace and intensity of the music increased, the sky above seemed to be reacting to it. The closer and closer the music got to its’ final crescendo, the more violent and intense the skies seemed to become. Blazing was certainly being put through her paces, they had only ever managed to pull this song off once before, and she could already feel her hooves becoming moist from the rain. She bit onto her tongue, as the crowd began to chant and cheer, the end of the song drawing closer. She bashed out the final few notes, and seemingly in approval, the heavens opened up, firing a bolt of lightning down onto the tip of the stage. Sparks flew from the tip of the stage, crashing off in all directions. Thunder rumbled in the heavens almost instantaneously, like a terrifying roar of nature. The music whined to a halt and the speakers crackled with interference. As the band continued to hold their notes, the speakers strained to play them back. The electricity was surging throughout the circuitry, and frying whatever it touched. The danger factor was being ramped up by the second; it was only a matter of time before something like a fire broke out. However, instead everybody gazed at the lightshow atop the stage, sparks raining down on the crowd, but still they did not budge. To them this was nothing they hadn’t seen before; metal concerts were notorious for having spark shows and even real fire on some occasions. Another strike, this time much more fierce, the metal atop the stage hissed loudly, and the That was the final straw, despite being afraid of Blazing; the teachers could stand by no longer. They charged forward, herding the students back into class, whilst another called out to the band.
11. “It’s far too dangerous out here; we can’t keep the showing going any longer. Get inside, now!” yelled the teacher.
13. Blazing’s band mates leapt from the stage, and raced inside, their gruff, metal-mane exterior, contrasting their somewhat cowardly actions. In a few minutes, all that remained was Blazing and the elements; she sighed and stood up from her seat. The weather always ruined things, especially open air concerts; she guessed it was going to have to be an indoor concert next time. She crossed to the stage exit, deciding to be careful and use the stairs, rather than just jump from the stage front. Of course, whilst this may seem sensible, her band mates did have the right idea. The thing was, when the bolt of lightning struck the stage, the electrical current travelled all the way from the tip to the bottom, in an attempt to earth itself. The problem with this, was that the base of the stage is wooden, and as wood poorly conducts electricity, the current had nowhere to earth itself, so it continued to arc around the shell of the stage.
15. Now it was probably foolish of the architect to make the stage exit a metal door, but then again, one can’t always account for this kind of weather, especially not in Equestria. Blazing reached out a hoof, and pressed it against the door, alerting hundreds, upon thousands of volts of electricity to course straight into her. Every muscle in her body tensed, she was left at the mercy of the rampant electricity. She could smell the cruel scent of burning flesh and fur, the sheer heat of the current was cooking her alive. She felt the current pass through her body, searching for a way out, desperately trying to reach the ground. Her brain was being overloaded with signals from every part of her body. It couldn’t cope with the workload it was trying to process, and so it came to an ultimate solution. Complete shutdown. Within seconds, Blazing had passed out, falling away from the door, landing upon the wooden floor.
17. Surprisingly, she woke up some time later, though a little worse for wear. She felt a tingle on her tongue as she opened her eyes, a sort of tangy iron type taste. Apart from a few burns and sore patches, and a shaking in her limbs, she felt good, well as good as you can be after being electrocuted. She stretched out a hoof towards the door, intent on opening it, before she realised that it probably wasn’t the best option. Instead she crossed to the stage front, and leapt onto the ground, landing with a heavy thud against the floor. She took the opportunity to stretch after the ordeal she had been through, before trotting off back to school. The rain and storms had cleared, and once more the bright Equestrian sunshine was beaming down. The schoolhouse wasn’t far from the stage, but Blazing felt she arrived in record time, even faster than when he she had set out originally. Not stopping to ponder things further, she ventured inside, or would have if she hadn’t struck her head off the door frame.
19. As she rubbed a hoof across her bruised temple, she came to a shocking revelation. The largest stallion in the school was a little over six foot, and she just about matched him, yet the doors were always about two feet taller than them both, so how could she have hit her head off the top of the frame? A quick glance downwards was all it took, standing at the doorway were a few of her classmates, all craning their necks upwards to see the larger pony. Suddenly the shortened journey time made sense, if she’d somehow grown; her legs would be longer, and therefore able to cover more ground easier. She took a step forward again, and this time ducked under the doorway, and stepped into the hallway. Once inside she felt her mane pinned to her head as she straightened herself out. A few ponies moved back down the corridor, or disappeared into the classrooms and anterooms that led off from the corridor. At first Blazing was just concerned with making it down the corridor without trampling anyone, but as she took a few more steps forward, she saw the real problem.
21. Due to her naturally big and bulky nature, which had now been amplified, she took up the majority of the corridor space, and the tens of ponies milling about the corridor didn’t make movement any easier. Gingerly she raised a hoof in the air, ready to take another step towards her class. She gently moved it forward, the ponies below her pressing themselves against the corridor walls to avoid it. Her hoof connected with the floor, none of the ponies moved, each just sat there, waiting for her to pass. She took another few steps, each one drawing a few short gasps from her audience. She strutted down the hallways, hanging a left down one of them so she disappeared into one of the classrooms. She was the first one to arrive at class, surprise, surprise. She crossed to her usual desk, and surprisingly, it was too small for her now giant frame. Of course there was nothing else for her to sit on, so the desk was her best bet.
23. “I guess it’ll have to do,” she simply said.
25. She sat her rump down on the desk, and in an instant, it was reduced to nothing more than a pile of wooden chucks and splinters, effectively only good for firewood. The rest of the class heard the crash and rushed inside to find Blazing sweeping the debris away with her butt. The other ponies all filed into the classroom to take their seats alongside Blazing Riff. Once everyone had entered, it became clear just how afraid they were of Blazing’s new size. Around her was a square of empty chairs, with the rest of the class filling out the ones away from Blazing, some of them even choosing to stand up against the wall, rather than take a chance with being near her.
27. “Don’t be such wimps, I haven’t atta-”
29. She didn’t manage to finish her sentence as she felt herself overcome with a strange sensation, spreading across the entire length and breadth of her body. She rubbed her temple with her hooves, ignoring the odd stares she was receiving, instead opting to calm herself down. Ok, she stood out, she stood out a lot. Ponies were going to stare; they were going to be frightened, it was natural. That feeling rippled through her body again, though this time it was accompanied by a cry from one of the other students.
31. “Is…is she? Is she…growing?”
33. “She is!”
35. “Oh this can’t be happening!”
37. Even Blazing looked shocked to hear this; she thought she was done with changes in height, especially for today. Alas that was not the case, and sure enough her body was expanding to new heights. Her back legs slid forwards, shoving a row of desks aside. She quickly shot up a foot or two, the tiled floor cracking slightly under her increased wait. She glanced around frantically, her mind raced as she tried to think about what she could do. However the time for that was over, she had barely been able to make it through the doors at her previous size, now that she stood two foot taller, and still growing, she had no chance.
39. As her head bumped against the ceiling, she looked down at her classmates, all gathered against the far wall. Unfortunately the exit from the room was situated on the other side of Blazing, and not one of the ponies wanted to venture past the still growing giant. Cracks started to form in the wooden ceiling, splintering the wood as she began to force her way through it. As planks, splinters, and other ceiling fittings began to rain down on the class, they finally got themselves into gear. They clambered over one another, as they dodged the falling debris, and still tried to avoid Blazing. A sudden growth spurt from Blazing sent the tip of her head through the ceiling, leaving her stuck, looking down on the helpless students. Her back legs surged forward, blocking off the gap at her hooves, causing a few ponies to halt in their tracks. They looked up at her, their eyes ablaze with worry and panic. They didn’t want to be crushed, but they couldn’t bring themselves to climb onto Blazing, just in case she suffered a bigger, more powerful spurt.
41. “Just climb over me already! I ain’t stopping anytime soon!” boomed Blazing.
43. She felt tiny hooves scrabbling at her fur, but she didn’t get chance to see it. Another growth spurt sent her head further through the ceiling, her head coming up through the floor of the class above. Her head shoved aside desks and students alike, sending them tumbling to the floor. At first she felt pain from the collision with the ceiling, but as her head broke through to the second floor, she started to want more. She started to lack care for these ponies, she didn’t usually have a lot of compassion, but what little she had quickly vanished. She thrust her forehooves through the ceiling, forcing the ponies in the class to leap tremendous gaps to the exit. Blazing didn’t care, she wanted to grow more, and to be the biggest, the most powerful pony that had ever lived. Another spurt wracked her body, and her head alone, almost filled the room. She felt her lower body break free of the ground floor classroom, spilling out into the corridors and the classrooms behind her. She sighed contently, as she grew once more, taking her through the roof and out into the fresh air.
45. Moments prior to her final growth spurt, a group of pony students were engaging in a rousing game of hoof ball. The home team were trailing by a point, and with only a couple of seconds left, it was unlikely that they were going to win. That was before an opening in the defence gave them a second chance. An attacker placed himself in the prime position behind the defence, ready for the pass that could bring his team to victory.
47. “Go long!” cried one of his teammates.
49. He heard the sound of the hoof connecting with the ball, he turned around, and found the ball travelling in the completely wrong direction. It sailed towards the school, rather than towards him, meaning they had lost the match. Usually there was nothing worse than losing the match, but as he heard the thunderous crash coming from the schoolhouse, he realised things could get much worse. Students had been pouring out of the school all the time he had been hoping to bring the team to victory, of course there was always students pouring from the school doors. However, now he saw what had made them leave. The red face of Blazing burst through the roof, just in time to be booped in the nose by the wayward ball.
51. “Hey!” she yelled.
53. She stood up, her body easily outsizing the school, the ponies around her all safe and sound. What remained of the school crumbled and fell onto her frame, reduced to nothing more than dust. She stretched a little, and then surveyed the damage. A few of the teachers sifted through the destruction, hoping to salvage anything, but frankly, it was unlikely.
55. “I am so getting expelled for this…” sighed Blazing.

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The cacophonous sound of heavy guitar, and the head pounding rhythm of drums, was giving this storm a run for its money. Rain poured onto the open air stage, drumming its own soft rhythm against the framework. Lightning thrashed about in the dull, grey, clouds, threatening the strike down from the heavens at any moment, but for now, it bided its time. Onstage there appeared to be a drum kit that was able to play itself. This was of course, complete nonsense; the drum kit was being played by a mare, whose coat blended in fairly well with the stage design, though the weather wasn’t helping her stand out. Her dark red mane swayed back and forth and she thrashed her head in time with her violent beating of the drums. From a distance you’d be forgiven for mistaking her for being some sort of phantom, and even if you were closer, you’d still be forgiven for thinking it was a male. However you would have been gazing upon the living, breathing, form of Blazing Riff, a talented player of the drums, and somewhat of a bully. Blazing didn’t have the most mare-like features, besides the obvious, she was often told she would make a perfect stallion. Her overall body size was much greater than the average stallion, heck even some of the above average stallions had to do a double take when trotting by. She was also more muscular than the average mare; she even managed to shame some of the athletic hoof ball types. Despite all the attention her build got from others, they felt the need to avoid her, and the reason for this, lay solely with her personality. She was often caught picking on the smaller, weaker stallions, embarrassing them by showing others how pathetic they were in comparison to this superior female. It was like a huge ego boost to her, not only did she tower over them, dwarf them in bulky muscle, but she felt like she was invincible. They couldn’t muster up enough strength to hurt her, and all they could do is tell the teachers, but even they shuddered in fear of this tremendous, beast of a mare. The fact that the school was terrified of her, was probably the main reason that everyone was gathered outside in the rain, or why no-one had come to shoo them back inside. As the beat of the music slowed a little, she was able to ease up on the drums, and glance out towards the crowd. Just past her two band mates, each playing a specially adapted bass and regular guitar respectively, she caught sight of many of the front row ponies signing to her. They waved their hooves around as they pretended to scribble a note, and then pointing and themselves and then Blazing to signal that they should write to each other or communicate in some way. “Heh, how pathetic…” she chuckled as the music picked up and she was forced back into her fully concentrated state. As the pace and intensity of the music increased, the sky above seemed to be reacting to it. The closer and closer the music got to its’ final crescendo, the more violent and intense the skies seemed to become. Blazing was certainly being put through her paces, they had only ever managed to pull this song off once before, and she could already feel her hooves becoming moist from the rain. She bit onto her tongue, as the crowd began to chant and cheer, the end of the song drawing closer. She bashed out the final few notes, and seemingly in approval, the heavens opened up, firing a bolt of lightning down onto the tip of the stage. Sparks flew from the tip of the stage, crashing off in all directions. Thunder rumbled in the heavens almost instantaneously, like a terrifying roar of nature. The music whined to a halt and the speakers crackled with interference. As the band continued to hold their notes, the speakers strained to play them back. The electricity was surging throughout the circuitry, and frying whatever it touched. The danger factor was being ramped up by the second; it was only a matter of time before something like a fire broke out. However, instead everybody gazed at the lightshow atop the stage, sparks raining down on the crowd, but still they did not budge. To them this was nothing they hadn’t seen before; metal concerts were notorious for having spark shows and even real fire on some occasions. Another strike, this time much more fierce, the metal atop the stage hissed loudly, and the That was the final straw, despite being afraid of Blazing; the teachers could stand by no longer. They charged forward, herding the students back into class, whilst another called out to the band. “It’s far too dangerous out here; we can’t keep the showing going any longer. Get inside, now!” yelled the teacher. Blazing’s band mates leapt from the stage, and raced inside, their gruff, metal-mane exterior, contrasting their somewhat cowardly actions. In a few minutes, all that remained was Blazing and the elements; she sighed and stood up from her seat. The weather always ruined things, especially open air concerts; she guessed it was going to have to be an indoor concert next time. She crossed to the stage exit, deciding to be careful and use the stairs, rather than just jump from the stage front. Of course, whilst this may seem sensible, her band mates did have the right idea. The thing was, when the bolt of lightning struck the stage, the electrical current travelled all the way from the tip to the bottom, in an attempt to earth itself. The problem with this, was that the base of the stage is wooden, and as wood poorly conducts electricity, the current had nowhere to earth itself, so it continued to arc around the shell of the stage. Now it was probably foolish of the architect to make the stage exit a metal door, but then again, one can’t always account for this kind of weather, especially not in Equestria. Blazing reached out a hoof, and pressed it against the door, alerting hundreds, upon thousands of volts of electricity to course straight into her. Every muscle in her body tensed, she was left at the mercy of the rampant electricity. She could smell the cruel scent of burning flesh and fur, the sheer heat of the current was cooking her alive. She felt the current pass through her body, searching for a way out, desperately trying to reach the ground. Her brain was being overloaded with signals from every part of her body. It couldn’t cope with the workload it was trying to process, and so it came to an ultimate solution. Complete shutdown. Within seconds, Blazing had passed out, falling away from the door, landing upon the wooden floor. Surprisingly, she woke up some time later, though a little worse for wear. She felt a tingle on her tongue as she opened her eyes, a sort of tangy iron type taste. Apart from a few burns and sore patches, and a shaking in her limbs, she felt good, well as good as you can be after being electrocuted. She stretched out a hoof towards the door, intent on opening it, before she realised that it probably wasn’t the best option. Instead she crossed to the stage front, and leapt onto the ground, landing with a heavy thud against the floor. She took the opportunity to stretch after the ordeal she had been through, before trotting off back to school. The rain and storms had cleared, and once more the bright Equestrian sunshine was beaming down. The schoolhouse wasn’t far from the stage, but Blazing felt she arrived in record time, even faster than when he she had set out originally. Not stopping to ponder things further, she ventured inside, or would have if she hadn’t struck her head off the door frame. As she rubbed a hoof across her bruised temple, she came to a shocking revelation. The largest stallion in the school was a little over six foot, and she just about matched him, yet the doors were always about two feet taller than them both, so how could she have hit her head off the top of the frame? A quick glance downwards was all it took, standing at the doorway were a few of her classmates, all craning their necks upwards to see the larger pony. Suddenly the shortened journey time made sense, if she’d somehow grown; her legs would be longer, and therefore able to cover more ground easier. She took a step forward again, and this time ducked under the doorway, and stepped into the hallway. Once inside she felt her mane pinned to her head as she straightened herself out. A few ponies moved back down the corridor, or disappeared into the classrooms and anterooms that led off from the corridor. At first Blazing was just concerned with making it down the corridor without trampling anyone, but as she took a few more steps forward, she saw the real problem. Due to her naturally big and bulky nature, which had now been amplified, she took up the majority of the corridor space, and the tens of ponies milling about the corridor didn’t make movement any easier. Gingerly she raised a hoof in the air, ready to take another step towards her class. She gently moved it forward, the ponies below her pressing themselves against the corridor walls to avoid it. Her hoof connected with the floor, none of the ponies moved, each just sat there, waiting for her to pass. She took another few steps, each one drawing a few short gasps from her audience. She strutted down the hallways, hanging a left down one of them so she disappeared into one of the classrooms. She was the first one to arrive at class, surprise, surprise. She crossed to her usual desk, and surprisingly, it was too small for her now giant frame. Of course there was nothing else for her to sit on, so the desk was her best bet. “I guess it’ll have to do,” she simply said. She sat her rump down on the desk, and in an instant, it was reduced to nothing more than a pile of wooden chucks and splinters, effectively only good for firewood. The rest of the class heard the crash and rushed inside to find Blazing sweeping the debris away with her butt. The other ponies all filed into the classroom to take their seats alongside Blazing Riff. Once everyone had entered, it became clear just how afraid they were of Blazing’s new size. Around her was a square of empty chairs, with the rest of the class filling out the ones away from Blazing, some of them even choosing to stand up against the wall, rather than take a chance with being near her. “Don’t be such wimps, I haven’t atta-” She didn’t manage to finish her sentence as she felt herself overcome with a strange sensation, spreading across the entire length and breadth of her body. She rubbed her temple with her hooves, ignoring the odd stares she was receiving, instead opting to calm herself down. Ok, she stood out, she stood out a lot. Ponies were going to stare; they were going to be frightened, it was natural. That feeling rippled through her body again, though this time it was accompanied by a cry from one of the other students. “Is…is she? Is she…growing?” “She is!” “Oh this can’t be happening!” Even Blazing looked shocked to hear this; she thought she was done with changes in height, especially for today. Alas that was not the case, and sure enough her body was expanding to new heights. Her back legs slid forwards, shoving a row of desks aside. She quickly shot up a foot or two, the tiled floor cracking slightly under her increased wait. She glanced around frantically, her mind raced as she tried to think about what she could do. However the time for that was over, she had barely been able to make it through the doors at her previous size, now that she stood two foot taller, and still growing, she had no chance. As her head bumped against the ceiling, she looked down at her classmates, all gathered against the far wall. Unfortunately the exit from the room was situated on the other side of Blazing, and not one of the ponies wanted to venture past the still growing giant. Cracks started to form in the wooden ceiling, splintering the wood as she began to force her way through it. As planks, splinters, and other ceiling fittings began to rain down on the class, they finally got themselves into gear. They clambered over one another, as they dodged the falling debris, and still tried to avoid Blazing. A sudden growth spurt from Blazing sent the tip of her head through the ceiling, leaving her stuck, looking down on the helpless students. Her back legs surged forward, blocking off the gap at her hooves, causing a few ponies to halt in their tracks. They looked up at her, their eyes ablaze with worry and panic. They didn’t want to be crushed, but they couldn’t bring themselves to climb onto Blazing, just in case she suffered a bigger, more powerful spurt. “Just climb over me already! I ain’t stopping anytime soon!” boomed Blazing. She felt tiny hooves scrabbling at her fur, but she didn’t get chance to see it. Another growth spurt sent her head further through the ceiling, her head coming up through the floor of the class above. Her head shoved aside desks and students alike, sending them tumbling to the floor. At first she felt pain from the collision with the ceiling, but as her head broke through to the second floor, she started to want more. She started to lack care for these ponies, she didn’t usually have a lot of compassion, but what little she had quickly vanished. She thrust her forehooves through the ceiling, forcing the ponies in the class to leap tremendous gaps to the exit. Blazing didn’t care, she wanted to grow more, and to be the biggest, the most powerful pony that had ever lived. Another spurt wracked her body, and her head alone, almost filled the room. She felt her lower body break free of the ground floor classroom, spilling out into the corridors and the classrooms behind her. She sighed contently, as she grew once more, taking her through the roof and out into the fresh air. Moments prior to her final growth spurt, a group of pony students were engaging in a rousing game of hoof ball. The home team were trailing by a point, and with only a couple of seconds left, it was unlikely that they were going to win. That was before an opening in the defence gave them a second chance. An attacker placed himself in the prime position behind the defence, ready for the pass that could bring his team to victory. “Go long!” cried one of his teammates. He heard the sound of the hoof connecting with the ball, he turned around, and found the ball travelling in the completely wrong direction. It sailed towards the school, rather than towards him, meaning they had lost the match. Usually there was nothing worse than losing the match, but as he heard the thunderous crash coming from the schoolhouse, he realised things could get much worse. Students had been pouring out of the school all the time he had been hoping to bring the team to victory, of course there was always students pouring from the school doors. However, now he saw what had made them leave. The red face of Blazing burst through the roof, just in time to be booped in the nose by the wayward ball. “Hey!” she yelled. She stood up, her body easily outsizing the school, the ponies around her all safe and sound. What remained of the school crumbled and fell onto her frame, reduced to nothing more than dust. She stretched a little, and then surveyed the damage. A few of the teachers sifted through the destruction, hoping to salvage anything, but frankly, it was unlikely. “I am so getting expelled for this…” sighed Blazing.