Magic Mayhem Chapter 3: Magic Human Girl

> It’s been half a day since Twilight first transformed into a human; almost six wonderful and perverted hours, each and every moment  was most certainly enjoyed.

> It took about two of those said hours for Twilight to realize that you’ve been zoning in on her breasts each time you helped her transform back into a human, which lead to a few hefty bruises as she assailed you with numerous, heavy books.

> Now equipped with makeshift clothes of sorts (thanks to that obnoxious unicorn, apparently), she eventually learned to cast the spell by nightfall of the first day, although you still offer her the comfort of the assist spell should she go wrong.

> There was one time she decided to turn into you; thanks to the clothing you wear, you couldn’t exactly say she was doing it perfect, but it was as close enough of a clone as it would ever get without having her analyze you naked.

> That, of course, will never happen.

> It didn’t help that when she did turn into you, she ran into the bathroom almost immediately; coming out with some sort of cocky grin, it’s as if she discovered the secrets of life.

> Twi: “You are well endowed, sir.”

> You were halfway through a thing of tea, Spike beside you, when you spat it all over her coffee table.

What, WHAT?!

> Twilight, still in your doppelganger’s form, lifts her hand to her face, trying to mimic the human mannerisms of teasing, giggling in response.

First off, males generally do not make that sort of gestures, and I certainly wouldn’t! Next on the list, I would like to point out that, ignoring whatever tendencies you have when I sleep, you have no way to measure any sort of my genitalia, and thus whatever you conjured in there is purely your imagination.

> She (or do you say he, now?) leans on the bathroom doorframe, trying to look sly; considering it’s you in essence, you can’t say that she’s doing poorly on that.

> Twi: “Well, are you trying to say you’re in the shallow end of the gene pool, or do you look like-“

I know where this topic is heading, and I’m not interested in how big or ridiculous you made your newly created penis. Nayru knows that you probably have your perspective skewered thanks to how stallions run… if it’s anything like my old world. Now will you please change into something else?

> She sighs grievously as she raises her hands, much to your surprise;

Going to try solo-ing it, eh? Kudos for the brave one over here.

> Twi: “It’s nob exactqwby da hawdest…”

> Her voice trails off as she forms into slime, returning not to her pony form, but rather the infamous human Twilight Sparkle.

Losing interest in your pony form, eh?

> She turns around as the clothes ever so slowly materializes with her skin, hiding those beautiful B-cups.

> Twi: “Pervert. I just want to enjoy this new spell I just learned is all, and it’s so~ much nicer to do stuff when I’m like this!”

I’ve been promoted from idiot to pervert, that works.

> Twi: “Demoted.”

Nope, promoted.

> You wink at her as she gives another gruff sigh, plopping down next to you on the couch and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

> Now, let’s be honest; there is a HUMAN, female no less, within inches of you. This human also happens to be very attractive, and is an aspiring magic user that you’ve dedicated a good while to train.

Twilight, just what are you doing?

> She looks at you with somewhat innocent eyes; for whatever reason, Spike is acting ignorant of the entire scene, having been used to her and you getting into all sorts of scuffles.

> Twi: “Whatever do you mean~?”

I’m going to teach you a few things about humans, at least by nature.

> She scoots a bit closer, captivated by your teachings at hand.

> Twi: “I love understanding things about unexplored creatures!”

Can you first relocate your arm? It’s making me uncomfortable.

> It’s also very true that she is, from guesses, about two years younger than you, and very datable. However, you assure yourself that this is just a lack of contact with your own kind, and she’s acting on it.

> Twi: “But why~! I love this new form, it allows me to grab things better, and hold things without magic!”

> She demonstrates this by wrapping her fingers around a tea cup, using her horn protruding from her hair to lift the pot and pour her some of the good stuff.

That’s about half and half of human and unicorn enjoyment, but I understand your point. When a male and female human generally touch each other physically, in any way but strictly professional, it’s a sign that they like each other in a way more so than friends, usually.  

> Twi: “Kinda like ponies, right?”

I guess, I wouldn’t know. Anyways, you need to avoid making such contact with your teacher, it’s embarrassing and questionable.

> Twi: “But that doesn’t make sense! It doesn’t mean I love you just because I put my arm around your shoulder!”

You’re very right, that’s true, but you’re showing me signs that you’re comfortable being close to me when you shouldn’t. It’s just not right, Twilight, I can’t explain much on that.

> She’s too pretty wowing herself via running her hands through her hair, amazed at the awesome power of possessing phalanges.

Twilight, focus on this, please.

> It’s like she suddenly developed ADHD, distracted by the suddenly new revelation of opportunities available to her.

> Twi: “What? Sorry, Anon. Oh my Celestia, I have HANDS, I LOVE THEM!”

> She flaunting them off like it’s this year’s fashion, but the smile she’s making is that of giddiness mixed in with a shot of excitement.

You could always grab things with your horn though, Twilight…

> Twi: “I know, but the SENSATION! You can actually feel things! Heat, cold! Texture! It’s so much better like this; I might not ever turn back into a pony again-!”

That is enough.

> She stops on a dime that is the conversation, confused at yet another act of seriousness.

Twilight, I’ll admit that being human has its perks, but you shouldn’t just TOSS away-

> Twi: “Hey! Quit acting all uptight, alright? I understand.”

> You jerk your head back, mentally slapped in the face for the first time in this argument on Humans vs. Ponies.

> You always get to rant on prejudice and all that jazz, but this mare, she ENJOYS being a human; yet every other pony seems deadset pointing out how disgusting a species you are.

> You could get used to this.

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> It’s nightfall, finally, and you hop into your fancy silken pajamas, the ones that have stitched stars into them to make them look all homey and the like.

> Since you lack a bed so far, and you’ll be damned to actually get your stuff, you’ve been given the luxury of the couch downstairs as she ventures upstairs, Spike heading off to Nayru knows where to sleep.

> He has some chamber of his own, but you’ve yet to figure out what exactly is in it. Suspicious, suspicious, said the man to his mistress.

> Twilight, strutting about, is still in her pajamas; at least, half of them, considering she’s wearing some sort of underwear and a top.

> You’ll have to teach that Rarity person how to make bras if Twilight plans to long term this; staring at saggy boobs will not make you a happy man.

Going to bed in human form, hm? I still strongly recommend you don’t try to enjoy this spell too much; if you run too low on magic it’ll force revert itself.

> She thrusts her hips forward indignantly, very likely trying to show unhappiness over flirting… you think.

> You can never tell with this difficult mare.

> Twi: “What, you think I’m stupid enough to not realize that this spell was just for you to see me naked?”

> You swear, at that exact moment in time, your left testicle just imploded by a divine force, rupturing and eradicating itself into an inward fury.

> This, of course, was not the case, but the agony imagined was real regardless.

Ahahahaha, you’re too funny, remember that I’m the teacher, and I can’t do anything like that to the student intentionally?

> You’re sweating drops the size of bullets now; you smell the blackmail and the coercion just ready to happen-

> Twi: “Relax, there’s a reason why I was fine with this spell. You did teach me because you wanted to see what kind of breasts I had though, didn’t you?”

> Her eyebrows arch threateningly, her violet eyes narrowing in wariness.

> Brain: YES I ADMIT, IT WAS ME ALL ALONG.

No.

> Brain: YESSSSS!

Maybe.

> Brain: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

Wait, no.

> Brain: FUCK YOU, TELL HER THE TRUTH AND BE FREEEE!

Definitely no. That’s the right answer, correct?

> Twi: “Sigh, pervert.”

> Damnit, brain, this is why we can’t have good things anymore.

> She eventually makes her rounds upstairs as you take care of the tea set, cleaning it mid-walk to the kitchen.

> By the time you have everything put away, you’re ready to hit the sack and maybe rub one off when you find Twilight hanging over the balcony; holy smokes, she needs a bra, or else she’s going to be the end of you.

> Hot damn.

> Twi: “Anon~!”

What, you want a glass of milk? Because you appear to have plenty of that.

> Twi: “Quit saying such dirty things, ‘you’re supposed to be the teacher’, remember?”

Put those fucking things away then! What do you want?

> She crosses her arms across her chest in a huff, because THAT totally helps.

> You’re using one hand to force the pumping blood out of your soon building erection.

> Water Element, Level 1: Boner Denied Style.

> Twi: “Well… I was wondering if you wanted to sleep up here with me. Just as friends of course, but I was curious how that would be like.”

> Water Element, Level 4: Super Boner Denied Style.

Twilight, didn’t you hear me about the whole “physical contact” thing?

> Twi: “Yes, I did, but… I don’t mind if you don’t.”

> Brain: Just fucking DO IT!

> Your hand is almost to the point of turning your dick purple from trying to kill off your erection, lest it reveals itself through your thinly layered pajamas; you revert to sitting on the couch and leaning over the back to talk to her.

Twilight, I can’t do that, it’s illegal in my old world, and I’m sure a teacher sleeping with his student would be frowned upon by Celestia.

> Twi: “Whaaaaat if I asked Celestia to see if it’s ok~? I have to give her a progress report tomorrow!”

I gotta grab my stuff from my old house in Canterlot tomorrow. You show me proof that the ruler of Equestria wants me to sleep in the same bed as you, I’ll do you one better; I’ll do that, AND eat a salad.

> Twi: “Every breakfast?”

Don’t you push your luck, bucko. Once.

> Twi: “I’ll have to record that. Fine, good night. You don’t know what you’re missing~!”

> Brain: I hate you!

> I know, brain, sometimes I hate myself too.

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> So, it’s an hour or so into the night, and you’re having the most troubling time trying to get to sleep on this blasted couch.

> You know what’s going to happen, it’s a lesson she must learn. One that all unicorns must learn;

> They cannot escape from their fates forever.

> However, you’ve been staying dead quiet and listening, feigning sleep this entire time, when you suddenly hear a peculiar noise, that which sounds like… some sort of suctioning noises?

> Twi: “Mmmm…”

> Oh. Oh my. So THAT’s why she wanted to try sleeping as a human, well daresay you can’t blame her now. Do what gets the job done, go Twilight.

> She must think you’re a heavy sleeper or something, but she waited a good bit to let you pass out before she gave things a shot with her astonishing fingers.

> Does this make her the pervert for wanting to try this, or you for listening in? There’s no bloody wall or anything to stop the noise from reaching you, and it’s not like you’re going to cover your ears anytime soon.

> Why the hell not, let the majestic Excalibur come forth from the pajamas, and let it listen to the melody of Twilight’s erratic gasps and groans.

> You don’t even need to touch it to let the magic happen, the sounds alone does it.

> It doesn’t help when she begins to mumble when she’s getting to the good stuff.

> Twi: “Mmm, Anon~…”

> Oh, now that’s embarrassing. By some prank of the goddesses you’re now her mental plaything for the night. Perhaps you should end that before the damage goes too far.

> What would have happened if you decided to go up there?

> You cough vigorously as you slip in the sword of kings back into its resting place, waiting for a worthy venture once more.

> The noise is enough to silence Twilight immediately, a loud gasp soon followed by nothing.

> It’s a whole minute before something is heard.

> Twi: “…Anon…?”

What.

> Twi: “CELESTIA DAMN IT WHY AREN’T YOU SLEEPING!”

IT’S HARD TO SLEEP WHEN YOU HAVE A NEARBY PONY STRUMMING HERSELF LIKE IT’S CONCERT NIGHT AND CALLING YOUR NAME!

> Twi: “YOU IDIOT, LEAVE ME ALONE!”

FINE!

> Twi: “… ANON!”

SHUT UP TWILIGHT, I AM TRYING TO SLEEP.

> Twi: “Anon!”

> Your annoyance holds for a moment; that last time she yelled sounded a bit more desperate.

> Twi: “Anon, please, something’s going wrong!”

> Ah shit, it’s happening. You launch out of the couch and fly up the stairs in a mad dash to her.

> Spike, apparently oblivious to the previous events, hears the shouts and kicks open the door to his room, broom in hand.

> Spike: “Whozzattacking!”

> Twi: “Spike, don’t come up here!”

> Spike: “Whuhhhh…?”

> Lights turn on as you make it to her room, observing the horrific sight;

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> It’s fouler than you imagined, but you knew it was expected to happen.

> Her lower half is still human, but her upper half is entirely made out of slime, her organs visible through the muck and her eyes flailing about.

> Her mouth is about to deform as she give her final words;

> Twi: “Anub, blease helb meb!”

Relax, relax! You’re fine, just remain calm!

> Her magical stamina, like before, is still weak, and as such she can’t uphold the transformation spell for too long.

> Drained for the most part from using too much magic overtime, and unable to recharge, her body rejected the spell, which leads to the horrific sight before you.

> Placing one hand on what’s left of her head, and the other of her jelly stomach, you begin casting two spells in each hand.

> The first, of course, is spell assist, pulling a screaming and crying Twilight into view via your minds.

> Twi: “(I can’t breathe, I can’t see! It hurts, Anon, make it stop!)”

(It’s called magical exhaustion, and it’s burning you up as we speak. I need to either finish this transformation back or perform a negation spell pronto.)

> She’s not faring too well in either mind or body; if she keeps panicking like this, she might not make it through the transformation back without dangerous consequences.

> Negation Magic it is.

> Level 6 Low Mystical Magic, Negation Element: Force Cancel Style.

> Your left hand erupts into a blinding liquid light, oozing off of your fingers as it pours all over Twilight’s quivering and feeble body.

> You feel your mind straining as you feed through almost six dozen different formulas at once, mouthing them in milliseconds as the power seeps over her, blanketing her in a bright aura.

> You knew that you could have chosen a lesser negation spell and had the same effect, but this is your student suffering, you’ll do the best spell you can perform offhand to help her at this point.

(Hang in there, you’re almost done.)

> Twi: “(I’m feeling sick, and faint…)”

(Just stay conscious and I’ll do the rest, Twi.)

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> It takes about another twenty seconds of feeding her oxygen and wrapping up the mystical spell, the body it covers shrinking down into size before the illumination begins to evaporate off of her.

> You break the cast assist spell just as she coughs into consciousness, back in pony form and taking in great quantities of air before she’s able to get upright.

Hey, relax, you just had your first magic burnout is all, alright? You’re fine.

> She isn’t fine, and she doesn’t have to say anything to prove it; it was when she leans over the edge of her bed and begin vomiting all over your pajama bottoms that it’s revealed that she isn’t exactly top notch.

> Twi: “Ugh… tch… water, please Anon…”

> You teleport a glass from downstairs, totally ignoring the slop seeping through your clothes and into your boxers for a moment.

> Your head is screaming all sorts of things at this point, but right now this purple pony needs a little comfort.

> A simple water spell procures her some of the purest stuff you can find, and she gratefully gulps it down, clearing her throat a bit better.

> Twi: “Ugh… thanks, Anon… and I’m sorry…”

It’s not a big deal; now excuse me for a small moment.

> You don’t even bother walking, lest you make a mess across the floor, and instead teleport into some random field in the outskirts of Ponyville, take off your pants and briefs, scream in rage, and light them into a blazing inferno.

> After making a sacrifice to the pajama gods you then teleport back, grab a new set of jammies, go into the bathroom, hose down and clean your junk and the affected area, and are back upstairs to a now tuckered Twilight. Thankfully Spike isn’t around to see your dick flailing about, bearing in mind that you’re topless.

> This was all done within three minutes.

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Now, what did we learn tonight?

> Twilight rolls her eyes, swinging her dark mane to the side in irritation.

> It took her about ten minutes to convince Spike that she isn’t going to die, and so he returns back into his room, his broom of justice sheathed until a better time.

> Twi: “Never try to sleep as a human.”

Now don’t say never; you’ll be able to do it one day, you just need to build up enough magical fortitude. Before you know it, you’ll be able to go for it days at a time, weeks even before you have to take a break. Just know your limits, and if you feel exhausted from magic, always take a break.

> Twi: “Ugh, this is so stupid, I thought I would last one night!”

If it makes you feel any better, the first time I turned into a pony, I passed out and had to be treated for a week just because I wanted to last longer than ten minutes.

> She snickers at this, and you just realize that you let loose a sexual innuendo.

Haha, very funny, but I’m serious! Magic burnout sucks, so know when to stop. Know as well that you did a great job today, and once you show me that you can do it tomorrow, we’ll work on the next spell.

> Twi: “Will I be able to learn the spell in human form?”

Maybe, but know that if you do that, you’ll be straining yourself even more. I’d recommend that you avoid doing so for the time being.

> Twi: “Bwah, that stinks!”

Are you feeling a bit better, at least?

> She makes this odd gurgling noise, as if bullying to go round two; you take cover for a moment and when you decide it’s safe, you fill her glass up one last time.

Just relax, and sleep. I’ll make breakfast tomorrow.

> Twi: “Really?! But you said I was always supposed to cook-“

Yeah, well, consider it part of the ongoing lesson I’m teaching you.

> She doesn’t know whether to sneer or chuckle, but opts instead to give a slight nod, shifting back into bed.

> Twi: “Anon~ sleep with me!”

No. Last time you asked, you ended up jerking off and getting sucked into some sort of supernatural exhaustion.

> Twi: “Idiot! … can’t you at least stay up here?”

Eh… fine, I’ll grab my blanket.

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> When you fetch your blanket and pillow below, you realize that Excalibur is very well sheathed; it appears that fear and panic is a boner killer, or perhaps being in pony form again ruins the mood.

> As you make your way back upstairs, however, you realize that the latter part of the argument is moot, as you see her dazzling, lilac eyes; her face posed in bashfulness, a slight hint of a blush perhaps?

> Her silken hair, messy now with the recent incident, seems a bit more in place than when she dedicates a bloody half hour just to brush it down.

> She watches as you continue to disregard her comfy and welcoming bed, choosing instead to sit on the floor, and lay over the top of the mattress.

> Twi: “Anon, it’s not a big deal…”

I refuse, nothing will get me in this bed.

> Twi: “Except Princess Celestia.”

Fine, one thing will get me in that bed; now, give me your hoof.

> She glances at you quizzically before relinquishing you her closer hoof, in which you grab sheepishly and begin channeling yet another spell.

> Level 2 Low Mystical Spell, Healing Element: magic channeling style.

> Her feverish look begins to finally settle, having been partially panicky since the event.

> Her breaths slow down, her heartbeat stabilizes, and she’s finally able to relax.

> Twi: “What are you doing, Anon? Your hand is glowing, and… I’m suddenly feeling better.”

I’m coughing up some of my magical energy, to make the burnout go away faster. Don’t think too much into it, I just don’t want to see that look on your face again.

> Your eyes suddenly droop; still exhausted yourself, casting powerful spells this late at night is tuckering yourself as well. Perhaps you need to jog more.

> Twi: “Getting all mushy on me again? You know, if you keep doing stuff like this, I might be forced to like you are something…”

> Awaiting your response, it’s her almost half a minute to realize that you’ve passed out on the side of her bed, your hand still channeling for a couple minutes until the spell’s duration ends.

> She’s a bit flustered that you’re not conscious to hear her true feelings, but she sucks it up and waits for another time.

> Twi: “You idiot, falling asleep while I’m trying to admit that I have a crush on you! Sigh, useless as always. …Good night, Anon.”

> With a wag of her horn the lights flicker off, the aura of the moonlight offering the only sort of illumination to the room as she closes her eyes.

> After a moment, she peeps out of one, and finds that you’re wielding another classy grin, wider than what your jaw can allow.

> It dawns on her that you’ve heard every single word.

> Twi: “Wha, WHAAAAT?! IDIOT! IDIOT!!!”

> She summons a book to her aid, literally beating you into unconscious.

> You may or may not have been enjoying a splendid dream the entire time.

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> Alright, so it was no shock that you slept like shit; however, you did go to sleep for at least a couple hours, although it feels like someone mercilessly beat you into unconsciousness.

> You can’t remember a thing, but the back side of your head is sore like hell. Glancing at the window, you wager that it’s about… way too early to get up.

> You sit there for almost a half hour, your hand still on her hoof, and you realize that you’re not going to be much more sleep in this position. Sure, you’ve seen movies and read books about dedicated friends and lovers never leaving another’s side when they’re sick, but…

> She’s snoring, and perfectly fine. You’re not about to bust your tail bone just to sit here and look about awkwardly.

> Stealthily making your way back downstairs with your bed gear, you ignore the second stair entirely, noticing that it creaks quite noisily.

> Tossing the stuff onto the couch, you prepare yourself for a wondrous night’s sleep.

> …

> But you can’t; sleep is avoiding you like the plague during the middle ages, and despite everything you try, you just can’t manage a simple nap or two.

> That snoring could raise the dead, what the hell, Twilight?

> Your eyes go bloodshot as the night progresses, staring at the ceiling, counting books and imagining wild tales of unheard feats; you’d rather listen to her masturbate than the noise she’s emitting now, at least it’s interesting to listen to.

> After yet another solid hour of trying to deal with this terrible turn of events, you give up and head off to the kitchen, making one heck of an early breakfast.

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> It’s not even close to daybreak, and here it is, a masterpiece of food; realizing you missed out on dinner to help Twilight train, you eat your portion ravenously and thank the higher powers for a satisfying meal.

> You don’t even remember half of the things you cooked, so tired that you made a wild concoction without realizing it and leaving on the table for whoever to enjoy it.

> Slumping out of the kitchen, you plop onto the couch, begging for it to accept you and place you into the mercy of the sweet salvation of sleep.

> Guess what? This cursed sofa rejects your application for rest, the itchy texture suddenly wanting to pester you; you’re about ready to set it on fire to have it join your previous boxers.

> Brain: I HATE YOU COUCH, I HATE YOU

> Couch:  Trollolololo, lololo, lololo, ho ho ho ho ho!

> In final acts of desperation, you’re also ready to either kick down Spike’s door and bunk with him, or… oh no.

> Must you? Will you? Can you?

> Brain: Do it, faggot, I’m tired and cranky, and it’s just for one night until you get your bed in here.

> You accept defeat in your own rights, literally yelling in anger.

Fuck this god damn couch, screw this horrible snoring! I am going to sleep, and none of you fuckers will block me from this triumph!

> On the verge of passing out, you cast yet another teleportation spell on yourself and your blanket, sending you about five feet above Twilight’s bed.

> Brain: Hey, I know I said some bad things before, but, uh… I think you dun goof’d.

> You fly down through the gap of air as gravity makes it’s calling to destiny, crashing into the mattress as your face plows into the sheets.

> It hurts so bad, but… it feels soooo gooooooood.

> The soothing feel of the linen is enough to put you into immediate pass out mode, the blanket floating down and landing on most of you.

> However, the sudden drop of a human body in her bed bolts Twilight straight up into the air, ending her snoring spree and, to be frank, scaring the shit out of her.

> Twi: “Wha, who, huh? … Oh. Anon, if you’re going to take my offer, give me a little warning, will you?”

> You’re out cold, and no amount of books is going to change that; she stares at you bluntly, disconcerted at the random course of action, before rolling her eyes and laying back down.

> Twi: “Stupid idiot.”

> The End.