>As a rule of thumb, you always listen to music whenever you go out for a little “excursion”.
>Drowning out the voices of random people always helps you focus.
>It’s pretty hard to confidently snatch a purse whenever you can hear the running of whatever wannabe hero chasing after you.
>All you have to know is run like hell them moment you grab it, and don’t pay attention to anything else.
>It’s a good system, the less you worry, the better you are.
>This, of course, applies to other activities too.
>In a way you could say this makes you a goal oriented person.
>Others might call you crazy.
>The jury is honestly still out on that one.
>You’re pretty sure other people don’t get their kicks off shit like this.
>It’s not even for money or anything, you just want to have some fun.
>Just so happens that your hobby is fucking with shit.
>Doesn’t matter if it’s bar fights, theft, or anything else, if it’s not allowed it’s fun.
>There’s probably some term for that out there, but you don’t know it.
>You’re not even going to pretend you’re smart enough to know.
 
>Tonight your goal is pretty simple, yet large in scope.
>You’re going to get the buck.
>What’s the buck?
>The buck is a mounted deer’s head situated proudly over the bar of your favorite watering hole.
>It’s been in the owner’s family for a few generations and is probably the owner’s pride and joy.
>And you want to wreck that.
>Not just smash it though, no, that’d be too simple.
>Stealing it is too straightforward too.
>You’re going to defile it.
>The plan is simple.
>In a few minutes, you will walk from out of a dark alley, dressed head to toe in black, toting your “weapons”.
>You’ll have a fully loaded paintball gun, some smoke bombs, and fireworks.
>After you cause some chaos, you’ll unload on the buck, and hopefully light some fireworks on or near it for good measure before fucking off.
>There’s a chance you could get caught at any point in this.
>But that’s a part of the fun.
>Checking your watch, it’s a few minutes before midnight.
>Most people there are going to be hammered for sure.
>It’s go time.
 
>Hitting play on your phone, a song starts blasting in your ears.
>”Takyon”, not a bad choice at all.
>Smirking a bit, you start walking out the alley at a brisk pace.
>By the time you’re at the door, you’ve got two smoke bombs in hand.
>Kicking open the door, you toss the in.
>Smoke quickly begins covering the small bar.
>Some of the patrons are so shocked, they spill the cheap booze they’ve been guzzling.
>Not missing a beat you pull out the gun, beginning to fire.
>Or, at least you try to.
>The paintball gun jams the moment you go to fire it.
>Tossing it down, you look at the people you can manage to see in the hazy bar.
>The few people you can see look pretty scarred, one of them seems to be dialing their phone.
>Cursing a bit, you fumble around in your coat pockets for a Roman Candle.
>You’ve still got this.
>Lighting it quickly, you aim it towards where the buck should be.
>A few shots from the candle ring out, flying towards the bar.
>The bar covered in spilled alcohol…
 
>The moment you realize what’s about to happen, the shots run out.
>One candle isn’t enough to start a fire, right?
>Deciding this is absolutely botched, you sprint away from the bar, heading into the alley across from it.
>Others begin running from the bar too.
>At first you think they’re chasing you, but they’re more running /away/.
>The smoke billowing from the bar starts getting darker and heavier.
>More people start pouring out of the bar, coughing from the looks of it.
>You started a fucking fire in there.
>You’re an arsonist.
>Maybe it’s out of fear, or maybe it’s from sheer enjoyment but you start laughing.
>If people weren’t so concerned saving their lives they’d probably notice your voice.
>For the hell of it you start throwing your remaining smoke bombs out into the street as you back off towards the fire escape you scoped out earlier today.
>Climbing up and onto the roof of the building across from the bar, you stoop down and watch.
>People seem frantic down there.
>For once, you pause your music to listen to them.
>You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t an even better song down there.
>The average person would be mortified at this, but you’re feeling high with joy.
 
>Firefighters showed up pretty fast.
>Cops start pulling in shortly thereafter.
>The fire in the bar got pretty intense pretty fast, even spreading towards other buildings.
>Meanwhile you’re crouching on a roof, considering dropping some fireworks down into the concerned crowd.
>The gap between this building and the one next door is pretty small, so you could book it once you do so.
>Shrugging, you start lighting fuses.
>Whenever one seemed to be getting close to the edge, you’d toss it.
>It was after about three that people started looking up, flashing flashlights and that shit.
>Time to run.
>Reaching to hit play on your music, you feel something push you sharply on the back.
>Almost shitting your pants as it happens, you plummet off the four story building.
>Moments before you hit the ground, you stop, suspended in the air.
>Nothing around you seems to be moving, everything is still.
>”Anon, I believe a chat between the two of us is far overdo!” cheers some voice.
>”I’m fairly certain we have quite a bit in common, and you’re in no place to deny my offer~!”
 
 
 
>When you come to, you’re leaned against some sort of podium.
>Bright stage lights come to life with a click, flooding the area in blinding light.
>It takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust and actually see the area around you.
>There’s a big colorful board covered in neon lights and segmented into tiles in the center of the room.
>At least, you assume you’re in some room.
>You honestly can’t see any doors or windows, everything beyond your vision melts into inky black.
>In front of you are rows of seats, sort of like what you’d see in a small theater.
>Every seat seems to be empty however, not another soul in sight.
>”Oh my Anon, it seems that we couldn’t scrape together a studio audience in time! No matter, I’m sure we can just fake it!” says the voice from earlier.
>Eager cheers ring out from nowhere, like some sort of pre recorded soundbyte.
>”Ah, much better! Now I think we can begin in three… two…”
>In an instant the podium across from you is developed in a cloud of smoke.
>As it dissipates, a strange looking creature appears.
>It looks like a hodgepodge of several species, talons, fur, claws, horns, all sort of mashed together without any semblance of order.
>”One! And we’re on! Welcome to everyone’s favorite show: ‘Are You As Chaotic As a Draconequus?’!”
 
>You stare at the thing, unable to form any coherent response.
>It frowns, squinting at you a bit.
>”What’s wrong Anon? Not a fan of the name? I’ll admit, it probably could be more concise…”
“Y-you’re a… a…”
>”A Draconequus! I know! But please, call me Discord~”
>He bows a bit, before turning to the imaginary crowd.
>”Today on the show we have Anon, a troublemaker with a taste for music and a penchant for destruction! But, are they up to snuff? Can they win the grand prize? Let’s find out!”
>The lights on the board begin lighting up, loud gaudy music blaring alongside more fake crowd noises.
>Flinching a bit, you look at the board again.
>It’s… Jeopardy?
>Sure enough, there are categories across the top with each column having monetary values.
>These categories include: “Would You Rather?”, “Greatest Hits”, “The Buck Job”, and others.
>”I’m sure you’re familiar with the rules Anon?”
“Y-yeah. But… aren’t I supposed to have opponents?”
>Discord shrugs the question off, not even really giving you an answer.
>”Go on ahead and pick a category!”
>This is probably some weird dream, or a near death hallucination, or something.
>No harm in playing along, right?
“Would you Rather for a 100?”
 
>The question pops up on the board, taking up the whole screen.
>”Would you rather be given a hundred dollars, or steal a hundred dollars?”
“I mean… stealing it has more risk involved, it feels more like you’ve done something for it… you know?”
>Despite the zeal you have when committing your little crimes, when it comes to justifying them things get hard.
>There really isn’t a justification, you just want to do it!
>”Next!” orders Discord.
>You go to ask for a category, but he’s already put a question up for you.
>”Was the Buck Job tonight a success?”
“I guess… I did probably mess up the buck…”
>Discord sighs a bit, changing to the next question.
>”When you wake up in the morning, do you really feel content with your life?”
>This doesn’t even feel on topic.
>”May I suggest you focus less on justification and more on straight answers Anon? Unless… you /need/ to justify yourself?”
>You don’t.
>You really don’t.
>Never have you tried justifying what you do to yourself.
>Why start justifying things to some weird dream monster?
“No, I’m not satisfied with my life.”
>”Why?” probes Discord.
“Because I’m not.”
 
>From there on, the questions are rapid fire.
>You just don’t even think about them.
>What comes to mind is what you say, and that’s that.
>Stuff about your childhood, your thoughts, everything tonight, they just fly by.
>Time itself seems to lose meaning while you’re answering.
>”Do you feel like you’re a bad person?”
“Is a fish bad for swimming?”
>”Is it the monetary gains or the suffering that you like?”
“It’s more complicated than that.”
>And on and on and on.
>After a while, the board is empty.
>”Very interesting! This has been quite the game Anon! But… we do have one last question, it’s a real doozy!”
“I’m ready.”
>You’re hardly even nervous anymore, you’re in the zone right now.
>The final question shows up on the board.
>”If you could live your life by chaos alone, would you?”
>The word is already forming in your mouth by the time you’ve finished reading it.
>It’s so simple, possibly the easiest question all night.
“Absolutely.”
 
>Streamers and cheers erupt all around you.
>”You’ve done it Anon! You’ve won!” Discord cheers, clapping eagerly.
>Despite you only playing to Discord right now, you can’t help but feel a little proud.
>”Well… That statement isn’t quite true anymore…”
“Pardon?”
>”Don’t get me wrong, you’ve most definitely won! But… you’re not really Anon anymore!”
>What does that mean?
>Some kind of rebirth metaphor?
>”No, no, you’re going to be Eris from now on! Yeah, Eris!”
>You scoff a little at hearing that.
>”I get it, you aren’t convinced yet, but that’s because you haven’t gotten your prize Eris!”
“And that is?”
>”Why, if you’re as chaotic as a Draconequus, you get to /be/ a Draconequus!”
 
>Before you can even respond, a large mirror lands in front of you.
>Moving behind you, Discord grabs your arms, holding them out in a t pose.
>Unable to move, all you can do is watch as strange things appear in the mirror.
>One of your arms is feeling slightly harder, your muscles locking up as the skin hardens and yellows.
>Wincing a bit, you watch as it shifts into some strange talon.
>”Hope you don’t mind, but four fingers is far more fashionable than five!”
>You’d probably reply if you weren’t gritting your teeth, it feels like your whole arm is on fire right now.
>Brown hairs are sprouting rapidly from the skin that hadn’t already changed, going from strands to clumps to full on patches.
>Your other arm isn’t safe either, it however is growing a pale yellow fur.
>Bones crack in ways they no doubt were never meant to move as your hand remoulds itself, slowly becoming less of a hand and more of a paw.
“F-fuck!” you grunt.
>If it weren’t for your muscles seizing up right now, you’d probably be writhing on the ground in agony.
>Both arms fully changed, you notice the hairs beginning to spread over your chest.
>Your heart is beating a mile a minute, sharp pangs stabbing from within with each pump.
>”Oh Eris, I forgot to say, this change can hurt a good bit. I’ve heard the pain is maddening!”
>Now he fucking tells you!
>”Although, I suppose I can knock you out for the unpleasant parts, the noise the body stretching makes is horrifying! Consider this a welcoming present, my protege~”
 
>Thankfully you do actually black out as Discord implied.
>When you actually come to, your whole body feels numb.
>Based on the softness under you, it’s safe to assume you’ve been placed onto a bed.
>It takes effort to even crack open your eyes even slightly.
>The bottom of your vision is somewhat obscured by something, your nose?
>Its shape is different though, more rounded like a snout.
>You think back to the first moments of receiving your “prize”, the part you were awake for.
>Looking at your arms, they are exactly the same as when Discord started rewarding you.
>You can’t help but gasp as you gaze down the rest of your body.
>It’s long for starters, several feet longer than you were before at the least.
>Your legs are mismatched just like your arms.
>One seems to be a hoof, while the other is more a draconian claw.
>It takes some effort, but you manage to sit up.
>Your hair, now much longer, sways a little as you move.
”The fuck…?”
>The voice that escapes your mouth is not your own.
>At least, it’s not the voice you had earlier today.
>Smooth, feminine, almost silky in tone, you’d imagine an attractive woman with a voice like that.
>A woman…
>You look over your slender body once again, really analyzing it.
>You’re most definitely not a guy anymore.
“That mother fucker!”
 
>Almost as if he’d been summoned, Discord appears in the room.
>”Rise and shine Eris! How do you feel?”
>You stand up, or try to.
>The moment your body is off the bed you lose any sense of balance and fall over.
>Your thin form hits the ground with a thud.
>It doesn’t really hurt, but it’s embarrassing
>Picking yourself up, you wobble slightly.
>The length of your body coupled with unfamiliarity makes things more than a little taxing.
>After a few moments, you’re standing on your own two feet without effort.
“I feel pretty fucking weird.” you reply.
>Discord, amused by your awkwardness, sits on the bed.
>”I’d imagine weird is a pretty normal feeling for you at this point.”
“Yeah, something like that…”
>You try taking a step forward, testing yourself.
>It’s shaky, but you don’t fall.
>Taking a deep breath you start walking around, pacing back and forth.
>Your long tail swishes behind you as you do so.
>That’s going to be a bitch in tight areas.
>But, at least you can walk in this weird body, so that’s something.
 
>”If you’re done testing out those legs of yours, I’d like to discuss what happens from here.”
>You look over at Discord as he begins to speak.
>”You are now a Draconequus, imbued with very potent chaos magic, with free range to with that whatever you wish.”
>Chaos magic?
>If it’s the kind of magic that can do this sort of shit to you, it sounds pretty useful.
>”However, there is a catch! You deserve this, there’s no denying that, but before you get to truly have that freedom, you need to do me a favor.”
>You’re not surprised, nothing in life is free.
“What do I have to do?”
>”It’s pretty simple, especially considering your habits! You like breaking things, causing chaos, stuff like that, and this is the apex of that!”
>He’s got your interest, that’s for sure.
>Even now you want to carry on in your hobbies.
>If anything, you’re curious as to how this new body would affect your sprees.
“Go on.”
>”You see, I come from a different world than yours. Although I sew chaos in both, I reside in a different world. As of late, the past several centuries or so, my actions in that world have been… restricted.”
>After everything you’ve witnessed lately, the possibility of other worlds feels almost mundane.
>If creatures like this exist, why wouldn’t other worlds?
>”So, what I want you to do, once you’ve gotten the hang of being a Draconequus, is to crack a statue of yours truly. Once that’s done with, you’re free to do whatever you like!”
>That’s it?
>Crack some statue and you get to have free range with what you assume is some really powerful magic?
>Sounds so easy a child could do it.
 
>Discord leaves you with a few pointers on your magic.
>Almost anything is possible, you just need to think about it.
>You notice that whenever he does anything remotely magic, he snaps his fingers.
>He doesn’t outright say you have to snap your fingers, but it probably helps.
>Soon he leaves you alone in the room.
>You’re not even allowed to try and go break that statue right now, he won’t let you until you’ve shown proficiency in magic.
>So basically what you’ve got to do is get good.
>Lying on the bed, you begin to notice how empty your room is.
>Everything is just white, there’s no furniture besides the bed, and you don’t even have a door.
>Maybe there’s a reason behind that?
>You could be overthinking this, but maybe this is meant to serve as some kind of canvas for you to practice on.
>A completely blank slate for you to change at will.
>But, before any of that, you want some music.
>Music helps you focus, helps you think.
>And it beats the absolute silence you’re in right now.
>You need something to play music.
>In the corner of the room, a stereo appears from thin air.
>Looks like you don’t even need to focus that hard, that or you just /really wanted it.
>You still aren’t sure about the rules of this magic shit.
 
>Regardless of how, you’ve got a stereo.
>Instead of getting up to turn it on, you instead think about it.
>Staring dead at it, you think of it playing music.
>Nothing.
>Sighing, you try snapping your fingers at it while thinking.
>Also nothing.
“Just turn on you piece of shit!”
>Almost instantly it comes to life, music blaring from it.
>Wincing a bit, you think about turning it down, but in a more commanding tone.
>Sure enough, it turns down.
>If this is any indication, your magic works best when you’re forceful.
>That’s no problem for you.
>Staring at the wall, you think about how a mirror /needs/ to be right there.
>And in a fraction of a second, a draconequus sized mirror is mounted to the wall.
>Standing up, you walk over to the mirror.
>Seeing your whole body all at once is pretty strange.
>Especially since you’re seeing your new head for the first time.
>It’s a lot like Discord’s, slightly more slender and small, but other than that, very similar.
>Your messy hair is basically the same color of the room.
>You open and close your mouth, watching your reflection do the same.
>This is really you now.
>And you aren’t entirely sure how you feel about that.
 
>You stare into the mirror, suddenly just now realizing the gravity of this whole situation.
>You’re not human anymore, not by a mile.
>Sure, you’ve always been different, but inhuman?
>In some ways it makes sense, but in others you just can’t agree.
>The values you’ve lived by are warped, sure, but you had friends.
>Well, you hope you did.
>Honestly ever since you really started living life more chaotically, you started hanging out with them less and less.
>That’s you choosing priorities you guess.
>What would your parents think if they saw you right now?
>Your Mom freaked out when you got a tattoo, she’d probably die if she saw you’d become some magic chaos monster.
>Granted, she’d have probably had the same reaction if she heard about half the shit you did.
>But, even knowing how disgusted the few people you have in your life would be if they knew about your hobbies, you still don’t feel any regret or remorse.
>So maybe chaos monster is fitting for you.
>Bah, right now is not a good time to be debating if this is right for you.
>It’s already happened, you’re Eris.
>Regardless of if you want it or not, you’ve got to get used to it.
>You can debate if it’s good or bad some other time.
 
>Trying your best to clear your mind, you turn back to your boring room.
>At least there’s music, but you can do better than that.
>Although, there is something else on your mind.
“Hey Discord! Do I have to eat?”
>You’re basically asking the ceiling, hoping he’s listening in on you.
>And of course he is.
>”Technically you’re a goddess, so you don’t have to eat or drink, but you’re free to indulge yourself.”
“Sounds good to me.”
>With that, you magic up some chocolate and a six pack.
>You don’t /need/ it, but technically nobody ever needs sweets and booze.
“Wait a second…”
>You quickly swap out your cheap beer for a bottle of Cognac.
>No need to be cheap when everything you could ever want is at your fingertips.
>While you’re at it, you decide to just stock a whole fucking bar in the far left corner of the room.  
>You toss in a few non alcoholic drinks, but there’s no denying you’re into more “spirited” beverages.
>Going over to the bar and pouring yourself a shot, you smirk.
>Music, drinks, seemingly unending power to do whatever the fuck you want.
>Maybe not focusing on the ramifications will be more easy than you thought.
>You knock it back, the liquid burning your throat a little as it goes down.
>Oh fuck yeah.
>It’s probably a good idea to learn more about your body…
>Experiment One: Can a draconequus get shitfaced?
>You pour yourself another round, for science.
 
>It feels like it’s about an hour later that you’re slumped over your bar in a drunken daze.
>You don’t have a clock, so you can’t totally be sure.
>Before today, you’d only had one shot of Cognac in your entire life.
>Now you’ve torn through almost an entire bottle of the stuff.
“Heeeey, Discooord! Get your ass in heeeree!”
>Your voice is slurred, and you’re barely holding onto the bar right now.
>Discord obliges, appearing next to you.
>”Someone has been enjoying their new amenities.” he muses.
“You’re damn right! And I’m gonna keep enjoyin’ ‘em!”
>He looks over your room, one that you’ve very zealously edited as you got more and more drunk.
>”I must say, you’ve picked up your magic quickly. You’re already bending reality!”
>Probably referring to how you’ve practically doubled the size of the room.
>The way you saw it, with practically limitless power, you’d want more room to toy with!
>Besides, the mahogany shelves took up way more space than you initially thought they would.
>”You continue to impress me Eris, I think you’re about ready to explore the world.”
>Snapping his fingers, a large red door appears on the far end of the room.
>”However, I must recommend that you remain as inconspicuous as possible, go invisible or something. I doubt you’re ready to try and tackle the statue, so it’s best to not alert any of the locals to your presence.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be carefulll!”
>You giggle a little, fumbling a little for a drink.
>”If you were still a mortal, I’d be rather concerned for your liver Eris.” he teases.
“Either get a drink or shaddap!”
>Chuckling a little to himself, he leave you to your drink.
>You’re pretty sure a draconequus doesn’t have to sleep either.
>But you are about to pass the fuck out.
>And, to no surprise, you do.
 
>When you come to, you aren’t in your room anymore.
>From the looks of it, you’re in some field.
>A cartoony looking field.
>The next thing you notice is a complete lack of any sort of hangover.
>You aren’t even /groggy.
>Can draconequus not get hangovers?
>That’s fucking awesome.
>But the more pressing thing right now is probably where you are and what happened during your blackout.
>Sitting up, you look around the field.
>Not too far away from you is… a big black cock.
>No, seriously, there’s a big fucking dildo next to you.
>And, even stranger, it doesn’t feel like it should be a dildo.
>Straining yourself a bit, you try to remember what happened.
>It’s spotty, coming in flashes.
>You were drunk as fuck and went through that door.
>Cut to you getting into an argument with some red horse.
“You are such a dick!”
>That’s something you remember saying.
>Looking back at the dildo, you start putting two and two together.
>That dick is a horse.
 
>So now you’re in an interesting situation.
>There’s a big dildo in the middle of a field you’re pretty sure is a horse.
>A horse that you remember… arguing with?
>Can you talk to animals now?
>More confusing bullshit.
>Groaning, you begin mulling over dick horse’s fate.
>If they’re a dick, who’d care if they… stay a dick?
>Then again, you were drunk when you labeled them as a dick.
>So they might even be a nice horse.
>You think back to what Discord mentioned earlier.
>Stuff about keeping a low profile until you’re ready to take decisive action in breaking the statue.
>Cock horse would probably have a lot to say about his experiences as a dildo to others.
>Which would probably include a full description of his assailant.
>Sorry Mr. Dildo, but you’re going to be stuck like this!
>That should teach him to not be a dick.
>Allegedly.
>Not seeing any reason to keep around some possibly still sentient sex toy, you will it off to “a funny place.”
>You’re not very creative at the moment.
>In an instant the dildo disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving you alone in the field.
>But now you’re curious.
>Where did the dick go?
>What constitutes a “funny place”?
>Curiosity taking hold, you command that you wind up wherever that dick went, but are invisible to the naked eye.
>You’re uncreative, but you’re not stupid.
 
>You’re instantly brought to a fancy looking room.
>Based on the layout, you’d almost say it’s some kind of throne room.
>At the head of the throne room, there’s a fancy looking white horse.
>It’s got a horn and wings!
>You start thinking for a second.
>Sentient horses, with horns and wings?
>Not to mention there seems to be some sort of symbol on its ass.
>”Is this like that My Little Pony show?” you ask yourself internally.
>Is Discord a character from a children’s show?
>Are you in a children’s show?
>Your slight existential moment is cut short by seeing the fancy horse recoil in shock as a big dildo falls from the sky onto its head.
>It takes every fiber of your being to not burst out into laughter.
>It’s nothing special, a dick joke playing out in reality, but just seeing it happen feels good.
>Fancy horse starts looking around the room, a somewhat angry look on her face.
>Despite you being invisible, their eyes hover on where you are for a little too long…
>And that’s when you nope the fuck out.
 
>After a bit of magic, you’re back in the safety of your room.
>With a lot of questions.
“Hey, Discord, get your ass out here, pronto!”
>He appears out of nowhere, sitting in an armchair, dressed in dapper clothes.
>He’s even taking puffs from a pipe.
“So, correct me if I’m wrong, but is this based on some little girl’s show?”
>Discord chuckles a bit, obviously reveling in your annoyance.
>”More like the show is based on this Eris, and as far as I’m aware the fanbase is far more diverse.”
“I am more than confused.”
>”In simple terms, the show has followers of all ages and g-”
“I understand that part asshole, I meant the first thing!”
>”Right, right.” he says with a smirk.
>”The television show from your universe acts as a sort of… portal if you will. An opening between this world and yours. I… orchestrated its creation after being incapacitated by the current rulers of my home.”
>You blink a little, taking this all in.
“Are you saying… you made the show?”
>Laughing, he shakes his head. “You’re kidding, right? I’d make the show /far/ more interesting and /far/ more me centric. Have you /seen/ the last couple seasons? Absolute garbage! I simply made the world and implanted a thought. Pretty simple!”
>Not sure where to take your line of questioning from here, you just nod your head.
>”And in that show, I manage to get out of that horrible statue! So, I’m fairly certain with your help, I can make that fantasy a reality.”
“And from there?”
>He takes a deep breath, for once showing what seems like a deadly serious face.
>”Then we both get what we want Eris. And that’s all that matters.”
>For an all powerful chaos god, you can certainly say this is the first time he’s actually rattled you to your core.
 
>That seriousness however leaves as abruptly as it came.
>Clapping his hands together, Discord stands up.
>”So, it’d be best if you get to work on that soon! And, for your sake, I’ve installed a breathalyzer on your door out of here. No more turning the poor farm worker stallions into sexual objects unless you’re /fully/ cognisant your doing so!”
>It kind of feels like when a father scolds a child for doing something bad, but underhandedly hinting at how proud they are of the child for doing it.
>Mixed signals, through and through.
“I’ll uh, I’ll keep that in mind.”
>”Good, good. Also, Eris, don’t be afraid to do stuff like that to those ponies.”
>You raise an eyebrow a bit.
>”They beneath you on a cosmic level, they’re mortal being, you’re a goddess. You should walk over them with a pep in your step!”
>He notices your face twist to an unconvinced frown for a moment.
>”Oh come on! Back when you were a human you’d treat other random humans like garbage without a second thought! What’s so different now?”
“Nothing, I don’t think so at least.”
>Disord walks over, putting a hand on your shoulder.
>”Exactly! Now, why don’t you stop worrying about silly stuff like that and focus on the silly stuff you want to do!”
>Chuckling a bit, you nod.
>It’s not entirely forced, but it’s not exactly hearty.
“Sounds good to me.”
 
>With Discord gone, you flop onto your bed.
>It feels like it’s been a long day.
>Granted, being in this room your sense of time is a little wonky.
>Not wanting to keep guessing at what time it is, you make yourself a clock.
>Looks like it’s about 2 PM.
>Probably the time in pony world.
>With that out of the way, you can safely say this has been a long day, but it’s not over yet.
>What are you going to do with all this free time?
>It’s funny, you have all the power in the world but you feel bored as hell right now.
>You’ve always had a bit of a problem with sitting still, but this is kind of ridiculous.
>It’s like you /need/ to get out there and do something.
>Like it’s some kind of innate need, as much as drinking or eating for a human.
>Trying to ignore it, you close your eyes.
>Maybe you’ll just fall asleep?
>Things are never that easy though sadly.
>As you just lie there, your eyes clamped shut, the feeling gets more and more intense.
>Gritting your teeth, you wonder why all of sudden you feel like this.
>It’s almost unbearable!
>After a few more moments you shoot up out of your bed, panting.
“What the fuck?!”
>”I don’t think you understand Eris, I want to you to be practicing! If you’re going to free me, you need to be competent! Right now you’re still testing your limits.” says Discord’s disembodied voice.
“And what does this have to do with that?”
>”I’m simply amplifying your natural need to be chaotic! You’re going through the same amount of withdrawal you’d feel if you calmed down for… a week? Maybe two?”
 
“Fuck off! I’m going to break your damn statue without you pushing me!”
>”But if you aren’t pushed, you’ll never realize your full chaotic potential!”
>You stand up, walking around your room with a scowl on your face.
>It helps alleviate the tension a bit, but not by much.
>You need to do something…
>This feeling is just so intense, you can’t stand it!
>It’s not even pain, it’s indescribable.
>But you sure as hell don’t like it.
>You really need to do something.
>You need to fuck shit up.
>A giggle escapes your mouth.
>Why you’re laughing, you aren’t totally sure.
>But you’ve just started a giggle fit.
>Your “withdrawal” is just about all you can focus on right now.
>It sounds like Discord is talking, but you can’t quite tell what he’s saying.
>All you can feel is the need to do something.
>But what to do?
>A part of you is getting more and more worried, the other half is listing off ideas.
>Which one do you listen to?
>Still giggling like a mad woman, you saunter over to the door.
>If this feeling isn’t going away until you fuck shit up, might as well fuck shit up!
>You’ll be /really/ quick!
 
>Back in the horse world, you start looking around.
>Burn a house down!
>Turn a loving couple into siblings!
>Make it hail rocks!
>Something, anything!
>A part of your mind is practically screaming at you to do any of these.
>Any rationality leading you has taken a break.
>Going invisible, you start teleporting around.
>Your commands are “take me to a calm place!”
>”No, a different one!”
>”I can’t fuck this up! Again!”
>All the while you’re stifling giggles.
>After a bit of popping in and out of serene landscapes, you find yourself smack dab in the middle of a library.
>This will do!
>Without a moment of hesitation, you animate all the books.
>They start jumping around like crazy, ramming into walls and smacking into the faces of mortified ponies.
>This is fucking rich!
>Unable to hold it in, you burst out into hearty laughter.
>They can’t see you, but they probably hear you.
>Some of the ponies seem to be scurrying under tables to hide, or even trying to leave the building all together.
>There’s an easy fix to that though!
>Poof! No more tables, no more exits!
 
>As you watch the chaos continue, you feel yourself starting to calm down.
>Your laughter has died down and that part of you isn’t screaming anymore.
>Seems like you’ve gotten your fix.
>You leave the library, sitting yourself under a tree.
>Taking deep breaths, you try to figure out what just happened.
>Feels like you fucking snapped back there.
>Side effect of your “withdrawal”?
>You enjoy doing stuff like that, but it felt like that was all you could do.
>But, in a way, you’re kind of okay with it.
>Like, you shouldn’t feel okay about having what you can only describe as a psychotic breakdown.
>But right now, you kind of feel awesome.
>With your withdrawal gone, a wave of calm has washed over you.
>You feel like nothing could be wrong right now.
>Chuckling a bit to yourself, you put your hands behind your head and just relax.
>Your relaxation is somewhat hindered by muffled screams from…
>The library.
>You stare at the now doorless, windowless building for a moment.
>Eh, they’ve had enough.
>You give them back their exits and return the books.
>You’re keeping the tables though.
>Satisfied and no longer lusting for chaos, you go back to your room.
“So… how often is that going to happen?”
>Discord chimes in eagerly “Once a day if you start slacking off. And, once you’ve finished your job, you won’t have to worry about these little daily outbreaks anymore.”
 
“That’s good to hear.”
>”Oh, and Eris, that side of you that you felt, that’s not something /I/ added.”
“What do you mean?”
>”That’s your inner chaos, a part of your very being that only wants one thing- disorder.”
>You nod a bit, shuddering at the thought.
>Weird to think /that’s/ a natural part of you.
>But then again, all your life you’ve felt the compulsion to do chaotic stuff.
>Recently you’ve let it run your life.
>So it’s not all that surprising you have that little voice in your head.
>Sort of like an anti-conscience.
>Just another example of your internal struggle of “that’s weird that I do that, but I don’t doubt it.”
>Maybe you should make a list!
>Chuckling to yourself, you lie back down.
>No insatiable need to do anything anymore, so you can just relax.
>Granted, you’re still a little bored, but what can you do?
>Besides, after your little stunt at the library, you think the ponies deserve a breather.
>Can’t help but wonder what’s going through those horses’ heads right now.
>Probably trying to rationalize the clusterfuck you just caused.
>There’s no rationalizing this though!
>No way they’d ever be able to figure out what exactly happened.
 
>Over the next week or so you make daily excursions to “Equestria”.
>Discord agrees the name is a little /too/ on the nose.
>Names aside, every day you’d go and cause a little isolated chaos.
>Most of the time you’d do it first thing in the morning, incorporating it into your morning routine.
>But sometimes, you’d let your withdrawal build up.
>When you do that, things are always a little more interesting.
>The experience is visceral and raw.
>It’d be a bold face lie to say you don’t enjoy the hell out of it.
>The waiting to get to that point is the part you don’t like.
>Every day you feel better and better about your powers.
>It’s less testing your limits but more stretching your creativity.
>Each time you go and do something, you try and do something different.
>You also vary the scope of your exploits.
>Sometimes it’s a single pony you’re messing with, other times, it’s a whole room full.
>Being honest with yourself, you don’t even tend to vividly remember a lot of your actions.
>Sometimes they’re just spur of the moment.
>But it’s never really been about /what/ you’re doing.
>It’s about the reactions.
>Those you remember pretty well.
>Some screaming, some crying, that one weird time where one of the ponies just kind of laughed…
>You still aren’t fully sure what was going on with that.
>After all this practice, you think you can break a measly statue.
>Honestly, you aren’t even sure if you needed this practice.
>In a few days, you’ll be more than ready to move!
>These ponies won’t know what hit them.
 
>Meanwhile, the residents of Ponyville have been on edge.
>Weird happenings pop up every now and again, but recently it seems like every day something is happening.
>Even more curious, there never seems to be a definite cause for any of this.
>Most of the damage has either been reversible, or just ended on its own, but it still is a source of worry for most.
>The first real break came in the form of some witnesses stating they heard a female voice hysterically laughing.
>However, even that didn’t seem to yield much in terms of information.
>It was when Big Mac was saved from his… compromising situation that ponies start to figure out what was going on.
>Despite the brevity of his testimony, one thing was very clear.
>His assailant was an apparent amalgamation of several different species.
>And that seems to implicate a certain chaos deity.
>Not wanting to take chances, wards and heavy guard were stationed at the statue of Discord.
>If his power is leaking out, it’d be best to try and stifle it.
>You, of course, know none of this.
>As far as you’re concerned, there’s absolutely nothing standing in your way of ending this.
>But, you’ll soon be proven wrong!
>Because the residents of Equestria absolutely do /not/ Discord out and about.
>And for a good reason too.
 
>You’ve decided to go and handle that statue problem, today.
>You’ll be in and out in no time at all.
>At least, that’s what you planned.
>But only in a few moments, you’ve realized how things won’t be that simple.
>Once in Pony Land, you instantly decided to use your magic to take you directly to the statue.
>However, you instead found yourself pressed against some invisible wall, sliding down it.
>After falling flat on your ass, you make an irritating discovery.
>The statue is a few yards ahead of you.
>You can see it clear as day.
>What can’t be seen is the wall blocking your path.
>Sure as hell can feel it though.
>Testing this barrier, you start poking it.
>Feels as solid as brick.
>Doesn’t stop a horse from walking right through it though.
>You blink in confusion, watching the pony walk through it without even reacting to the wall.
>What are they doing that you’re not.
>Maybe the invisible wall is only high up?
>If you get low to the ground, at least around pony height, is there an opening?
>Going prone, you start edging your way closer and closer towards the wall.
>Only for your snout to ram into it.
”Ah, fuck!”
>The horse’s head snaps towards your direction.
>”Who’s there? Show yourself!”
>You’re pretty glad that you’re invisible right now.
 
>That embarrassing moment aside, you have a problem now.
>Something is preventing you from getting in there.
>What is it, some kind of magic barrier?
>Doesn’t seem to keep any of the ponies out.
>How does it keep you out, but let them?
>You’re not versed enough in this weird world to know for sure.
>But maybe Discord could have prepared you better, maybe mention this barrier?
>Yeah, this is definitely his fault.
>If he wanted you to bust him out, he should have told you it wouldn’t be so simple!
>That’s when an idea hits you.
>You can go /over/ the wall!
>Smirking, you fly upwards.
>Well, less fly and more levitate, but hey, it’s basically flying.
>Once the horse who just entered the barrier looks practically ant-sized, you try moving forward.
>No barrier!
>Confident you’ve found an exploit, you lower yourself quickly.
>Although, you quickly find that going so fast was probably a mistake.
>You slam into yet another invisible wall about halfway down.
>Gritting your teeth you hope that you don’t let out any more vocal indication that you're here.
>You start sliding off the invisible wall slowly.
>Well, you learned that this wall is a dome now.
>That’s /so/ helpful.
>Now you’re once again flat on your ass, feeling pretty damn upset about this fucking wall.
>But there’s a lot riding on doing this, you can’t stop now.
 
>A part of you wants to try going under the wall.
>But from all the cliche cartoons you’ve seen in your life, it probably won’t go well.
>You’ll find yourself closer than ever, only to run into the wall yet again.
>And you’re not going to be the butt of yet another dumb slapstick moment!
>That said, you need to come up with something.
>As you sulk about the shit hand you’ve been dealt, you hear some talking.
>”Are you serious?!” asks one voice.
>”I am! I swear I heard a voice!”
>”And you really didn’t recognize them?”
>”If I did, I wouldn’t be freaking out like this!”
>”Okay, okay, calm down! Should I call the captain?”
>Moving closer towards the voices, you see the pony from earlier and one in similar garb.
>They look like guards.
>Oh, so they’re /guarding/ this thing too!
>More details you would have liked to been warned about.
>Their conversation continues.
>”Yes, please, even if it’s nothing, he should be out here right now, this is dangerous stuff.”
>”Yeah… Do you really think Discord has been slipping out of his bindings?”
>”That’s what the princess seemed to imply… and you’ve heard about all the stuff that’s been going on!”
>The stuff that’s been going on?
>Do they mean… you?
>That… might explain the amped up security around this place.
 
>Maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have been so obvious with your wreaking chaos.
>But the damage is done, there’s nothing you can do about that.
>One of the guard horses walk off, leaving the one who was here before all alone.
>Just looking at him you can see that he’s pretty rattled.
>They’re constantly looking around, checking all around for some threat.
>Looking for you.
>You might just be able to use this to your advantage.
>Positing yourself right next to him, you lean in close.
“Hey~”
>You whisper as softly as possible, holding back a chuckle.
>The guard practically leaps out of his hide, looking around even more frantically than before.
>”Wh-wh-who said that?!”
“M-m-me!”
>The guard is actually shaking now, quivering with his tail between his legs.
>Some guard.
“Ah, you seem to know about me, don’t you~?”
>They nod slowly.
>”Y-yes…”
“So you’ve heard about what I can do~”
>Another nod.
“Oh, but I don’t think you fully grasp it! Here, have a sample!”
>Peeking through their mind, you can tell they have a big confidence issue tied to their masculinity.
>So you do the most logical thing!
>With the blink of an eye, you turn the pony into a mare!
 
>Doesn’t take them more than a few second to notice that their armor fits more loosely.
>Looking over themselves their eyes somehow go even wider.
>”Wh-what did you do?!” she asks in a shrill voice.
>It’s almost cute!
“What? It’s a fitting correction! Considering how much of a pansy you are~”
>”I-I”
>You hold an invisible finger up their muzzle, pressing hard enough to get them to stop.  
“Look, it’s very simple. All you’ve got to do is take down this barrier and you can go back to being the stallion you once were!”
>The scared mare hyperventilates, looking around for anybody who could possible help her.
>But, as far as you can tell, the talk of Discord trying to break free has kept people outside of assigned guards from coming too close.
>And his friend is off getting the captain.
>Coming to realize they have no out in sight, they sigh.
>”I can’t take it down! B-besides, if you can sneak past it, what does it matter?”
“Sneak past it?”
>”Well… if you’re sealed in there, yet talking to me out here…”
>That’s when it hits you.
>Sure, there had been hints, but it only just now clicks.
>The ponies think /you’re/ Discord.
>Surely the voice is a giveaway?
>Then again, you don’t know if Discord ever moonlighted as a chick in the past.
>And now you have a horrid mental image that will never ever leave your mind.
>Fuck.
 
>In the mare’s mind, she’s raised a valid point.
>If you /were/ Discord, you probably wouldn’t be too worried about this barrier if you could slip through so easily.
>But, you aren’t Discord, so you need an excuse.
>That’s when it hits you.
“Notice how I’m invisible right now?”
>”Y-yes…”
“Well, that’s because of this barrier, I can’t fully take form until I have this gaudy thing out of here!”
>The mare starts stammering something.
>But, not wanting to hear any bullshit, you cut him off!
“If you help me out in this, I’ll leave you alone! Heck, I might even help you!”
>”Help… me?”
“Oh yes! I know how worried you are about your fellow guards respecting you, I can make you the best guard Pony La-, I mean Equestria has ever seen!”
>She actually look like they’re tempted by your offer.
>You can’t help but grin a bit, this is going too well!
>”N-no, I can’t!”
>Ah, nevermind, spoke too soon.
“Are you telling me no?”
>The mare stamps her hoof.
>”I-I can’t let you have free range! I need to protect my friends and family!”
>Aw, they probably feel brave and strong right now!
>But you’re aren’t sharing this happy moment with them.
“Looks like you’re of no use to me anymore then, oh well.”
 
>You snap your fingers in front of their face.
>She blinks, confused.
>”Wh-what was that?”
>Moving a little ways away from the mare, you simply watch things happen.
>”H-hey! Answer me!”
>She’s shaking again, you can’t tell if it’s out of fear or the effects of your magic.
>Her ill fitting armor disappears, she won’t need it anymore.
>Your spell was pretty simple, just a simple mental thing.
>It’s going to build up her confidence, which is good for her!
>But, not in the way she wanted it.
>Oh no, she’s going to be a promiscuous little pony.
>You’ve never seen ponies get at it, but she’ll want to get at it more than any of them!
>Even the little picture on her ass begins to change, becoming a heart in a cage.
>You chuckle, watching the horse begin to freak out.
>There’s two personalities vying for control in her mind, and the one you made is probably stronger.
>After all, this little horse is, or rather was, a coward!
>By your estimate, it took roughly five minutes for the mare to succumb to her slutty personality.
>She looks around, probably confused as to how she got here.
>Shrugging, she trots off, probably off to find a stallion to hit on.
>You wonder how cognizant the old personality is.
>You expressly chose to keep it in there, albeit locked away.
>Maybe they’ll have fun!
>Or despise every second of it.
>You probably won’t care enough to go check in on them.
 
>It’s not too long before the other guard returns with another horse.
>”Who was that sir…?” asks the guard bashfully.
>”I didn’t recognize them, but she was certainly… friendly.”
>Oh, looks like they met your little “friend”!
>Feeling proud of yourself, you move in close to them.
>You notice that the captain, or at least the one you assume to be the captain, has a horn.
>In your time fucking things up here, you’ve come to recognize different variants of horse.
>Some can fly, some can’t do shit, and some have magic horns.
>Magic… like, anti-draconequus barriers.
>And if they didn’t make it, there’s a chance they can get rid of it!
>Now, you could theoretically do some slow burn to get your way.
>But after everything you’ve had to put up with?
>No fucking way.
>You’re going in hot.
>Uncloaking yourself, you stroll up to the two horses.
“Hey, assholes!”
>They instantly turn to face you, their eyes widening with surprise.
>Before they can call for anybody, you conveniently strip them of their voices.
“Now, you’re going to open that barrier, or things are going to get very sour very fast.”
>The guard yells something at you.
>It might even have offended you if they, you know, actually had a voice to express things.
>Noticing their newfound muteness, they stop trying to talk, instead resorting to glaring at you instead.
>The other horse seems to be edging his way closer to the barrier.
>He’s trying to get away isn’t he?
>Shows why he’s the captain, he’s actually using his brain!
 
>However, no amount of brain can protect him from you!
>You pick him up off the ground, floating him over towards you.
“So close, yet so far~”
>Their face is a mixture of anger and fear.
>An appropriate response to have!
“Now, do you want this all to be over? Because all it’ll take is using that little horn of yours to take down that barrier.”
>The captain doesn’t seem to budge, he’s even starting to kick a bit.
 >Sighing at his insistence to resist, you face him towards the other guard.
“Five seconds until I start making you regret your stubbornness!”
>Freezing the other guard in place, you look at the captain.
>You can’t help but wonder if he’s sweating under that white fur.
>Do horses sweat?
>This isn’t the time for that!
“Five…”
“Four…”
“Three…”
“Twoooo…”
>He’s still not doing anything!
“Oooooooooneee~”
>And with that, time is up!
>Without a second thought, you turn the other horse into a roach.
>It’s a little anticlimactic seeing as how cartoony bugs aren’t that disgusting, but they are small and insignificant!
>It should get the point across.
>There is a genuine look of horror on the captain’s face.
“Have I made my point yet?”
>Sighing, the captain still doesn’t attempt to remove the barrier.
“You’re horribly disappointing, you know that?”
 
>You start trying to come up with a way to increase the tension.
>Setting Captain Stubborn on the ground, you brainstorm.
>You could squash the bug, that’d be easy.
>Would probably make the captain go ballistic too!
>But you don’t exactly want to kill anything.
>Groaning, you look at the captain.
“This would be so much easier if I could just possess you or something.”
>And you suddenly find yourself looking through a different set of eyes.
>When you stand, you’re on hooves!
“Oh come the fuck on!”
>If you knew it was /that/ simple, you’d have done this from the get go!
>Feeling absolutely one hundred percent done with this shit, you walk right through the barrier.
>You get through without so much as a push of resistance.
>Looks like /being/ a horse physically gets you past it.
>Looking right at the statue, you think one very simple thought.
>Break.
>And it does.
>Just like that the statue shatters, flooding the area in dark smoke.
>When you can actually see again, you’re back in your body outside of the barrier.
>Or at least, where the barrier once was.
>Moving forward, you step through with ease.
>The captain is lying on the ground unconscious.
>And next to him is Discord himself.
 
>Discord stretches, cracking his joints.
>”Ah, I knew you could do it Eris!”
>He looks over at you, the most smug grin imaginable on his face.
>”But, before we finish this up, I’ve got something very urgent to attend to!”
>Winking, he disappears in a puff of smoke.
>He’s really one for the theatrics.
>You wind up waiting a few minutes before he returns, panting.
>”That was… marginally difficult!”
“What did you do?”
>”Well, seeing as how word hadn’t got out that you broke the statue, good job on keeping things quiet by the way, I was able to get the jump on the usurpers who locked me away in the first place!”
>He’s grinning, leaning against the pedestal he once was stuck on.
>”I forgot that the second one wasn’t on the moon anymore, but nothing I couldn’t handle with the element of surprise!”
“So uh… I did what you asked…”
>”That you did! And with style! I expected you to go the easy route and possess the guard straight away! But no, you scared him by making a ruckus before destroying his very existence! That was beautiful!”
>He’s applauding you right now, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye.
”Y-yeah, style!”
>”I cannot thank you enough for your effort, and now it’s time that I fulfill my end of the bargain!”
 
>Both of you are suddenly back in your room.
>Discord snaps his fingers, your red door changing into a blue one.
>”There you go, direct access to Earth!”
“What about Equestria?”
>He chuckles a bit, patting your shoulder.
>”That’s my turf kid, you’ve been promoted to the Earth chaos deity! No need to worry about my home anymore.”
“What if I need to talk with you? Or just want to visit?”
>He shrugs.
>”Just call me! You’ve done it before, you can do it again. Just, don’t try getting my attention every five minutes like some sick puppy.”
>You nod.
>”Great, with that all covered, I’ve got some work to do! Enjoy your independence!”
>He disappears in an instant, leaving you to digest all of that.
>So… you’re debt free now.
>That’s cool.
>He seemed pretty adamant that you don’t need to go to Equestria anymore.
>Not that you’re really complaining, that place is weird.
>Staring at the door, you start thinking.
>You’ve got access to go to Earth, do whatever you want whenever you want.
>You’re free range…
>Are you going to abuse this?
>Probably.
>Okay, definitely.
>But hey, it’s your right to abuse this!
>After all, chaos is your job now.
End of Part One
 
>You don't really waste any time checking out Earth again.
>Stepping right through your door, you find yourself in someplace very familiar.
>Your old apartment.
>Which, considering your considerably longer length, means you need to bend down a bit.
>Looking around, everything is exactly how you left it.
>Well, save for a sheet of paper on the table next to you.
>"Dearest Eris, I'm certain you find your little pocket dimension a delightful home, but in case you want to have a more 'homely' experience every now and again, I've secured your old home. No worries about paying rent or the like. You'll see!"
>Almost on cue, you hear a knock at your door.
>"Eris? Are you home?"
>The voice sounds like your old landlord.
>Confused, you open the door.
>Sure enough, it's Mrs. Dawes, the woman you've had a great displeasure paying money to for the past year.
>Her eyes light up the moment she sees you.
>"Oh you /are/ here! I've been waiting!"
"Um..."
>"A very nice man informed me about you, and made it very clear that this is your apartment forever!"
>Blinking a few times, you can only imagine what kind of mental reprogramming went on to get her to go along with this.
>"If you ever need anything, just find me! Although, you may want to put on a more... publicly acceptable form!"
>Still grinning, Dawes waves, leaving your doorway.
>A publicly acceptable form?
>That's when it hits you.
>Maybe you /don't/ have to be invisible anymore!
 
>It's so simple, you're surprised that you never thought of it before.
>Of all the creative changes and alterations, you've never tried altering yourself!
>Snapping your fingers, you instantly feel your body change.
>Instantly you notice how the room seems far more fitting for your size.
>Grinning, you walk over to the bathroom, looking the mirror.
>You're a human woman with long white hair.
>Your eyes are the same yellow and red, the only outwardly inhuman thing about you.
>Except for your hand, which is still talon like.
"Ah, shit."
>With a sigh, you fix that, along with removing the yellow from your eyes.
>You keep the red though, it looks nice.
>It's then you realize you're still nude.
>After taking a moment to marvel over your chest, you dress yourself.
>Going with a simple jeans, plain white tank top, and leather jacket combo, you suddenly seem passable as an average human.
>Hell, even with the white hair and red eyes you probably look more normal than a lot of women around your age.
>So, what's a chaos god who can have anything going to do now that they blend in with the common folk?
>Whatever she wants!
>You chuckle at the possibilities.
>Equestria, in all its weirdness, was a bit too foreign for you.
>Horse culture is something you don't grasp, nor do you really care to learn about it.
>But Earth?
>You understand Earth pretty well.
>Which means twisting it will be all the easier.
 
>But how should you celebrate your return to Earth?
>Now that you've gotten your form straightened out, you feel like you've got to do something.
>You could start off with something big.
>Perhaps holding an office building captive while having fun with them?
>Nah, maybe some other time.
>This "welcome home" celebration should be something low key.
>Save big stuff for later.
>So, tonight one very lucky person will get to have your full chaotic attention.
>But who?
>There's tons of people out there, and you're not exactly picky.
>You could simply leave it to random, teleporting yourself to some random unsuspecting human.
>Or, you could prey on somebody you know?
>Then again, getting personal so quickly feels like an anticlimax!
>Too lazy to go and turn on your computer, you instead poof a smartphone into your hands.
>Pulling up a random name generator, you decide to go with a random person with that first name.
>The website spits out the name Scott.
>Scott it is!
>Straightening out your jacket, you teleport to the nearest person named Scott.
>You're instantly sitting on a full sized bed, looking at the back of a redhead.
>He's on his computer, oblivious to your presence.
>Cracking your knuckles, you get to work.
 
>You start by fucking with his computer.
>You open up his word processor, and begin typing up some very normal phrases.
>"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."
>"God is dead."
>"Help, I'm a Nigerian Prince trapped in your computer and need to be wired $12,000!"
>Scott starts trying to close the document, probably weirded out by your shitposting.
>But that's not going to happen.
>In retaliation, you instead open up several more windows of Microsoft Word.
>He grumbles, going to open up his task manager.
>But instead finds that his keyboard is now just a piece of paper!
>"The hell...?"
>Grinning, you step forward, putting your hands on his shoulders.
"Having computer problems Scott?"
>Jumping a little, he turns to face you.
>"Wh-who are you?!"
"The name's Eris! I'm just a local chaos god looking for a night of fun! How about you?"
>To accent your point you float a giant red arrow next to your face with the caption "Eris".
>"This isn't happening" he says in a dry tone.
"Believe me it's- hey, what are you doing?!"
>Scott has gotten out of his seat and is leaving the room.
>"I need a drink."
"Oh no you don't!"
>As he walks through the door, you make it enter into his closet.
>Confused, he steps out of the cluttered closet.
>"This is a weird dream..."
"Oh, so I'm the woman of your dreams? That's nice!"
>Scott groans, sitting down on his bed.
"Something wrong~?"
 
>You stand in front of him, framing him in your fingers like a pretentious art student.
>"What are you doing?"
>You hate the skepticism in his tone, he's still treating this like a dream!
"Oh, just trying to figure out what to do with you."
>Nothing really sticks out with what to do.
>He seems like a pretty average guy from the most part.
>Although, it's easy to find stuff to exploit when you look in somebody's mind.
>So you do exactly that.
>Intermixed with tired complaints about lectures and relief that the semester recently ended is a very interesting fascination.
>My Little Pony.
>Kind of funny to think about, considering who you are and where you've been.
>But hey, it does open up some doors!
"You like ponies, eh?"
>Scott shrugs.
"Oh, c'mon, be honest! You're a big fan!"
>"Maybe I am, why does that matter?"
>Grinning, you change to your draconequus form.
"Tadaa!'
>He jumps a bit at your form, rubbing his eyes.
>"I /really/ need a drink..."
>Turning human again, if only to be able to stand up straight, you create him a bottle of beer.
>"Eris' Stuffed Mare Lager."
>Without much thought, Scott takes a swig from the bottle.
>People should really read the names of things!
>As he is soon to find out!
 
>Over the course of moments as the liquid travels through him, Scott's insides begin to change.
>Organs and flesh rapidly change into harmless cotton.
>Scott's face twists into an uncomfortable grimace as the brew does its job.
>Noticing his hands beginning to loose dexterity, you get rid of the bottle.
>You don't want any nasty spills to ruin the fabric!
>And no, not the fabric of his clothes or blankets, but the fabric his skin is becoming.
>Now, you're not really well versed in My Little Pony, so you can't quite make them into any specific character.
>Instead you're going for a simple design.
>Their skin is turning bright pink as their hands and feet become little rounded nubs that vaguely resemble hooves.
>He begins to stammer out something, but that is before his mouth clamps shut.
>Fleshy lips become a simple line of stitched black thread in the form of a cute smile.
>To save the time and unnecessary body horror, you circumvent the slow transformation and simply turn Scott's eyes into cute little buttons.
>You're not totally cruel!
>His hair becomes cheap faux fur, turning a soft lavender purple and twisting into a mane.
>A fake tail is added as his muscle mass completely vanishes.
>Now a giant pink doll, the finishing touches can be added.
>Scott's head begins to reshape, pulling out into a muzzle and twisting into an overall equine shape.
>Finally he shrinks down to a more appropriate size for a plush, his arms and legs sticking up and out to become full on horse legs.
>And, just as a finishing touch, you stamp a little fossil on his butt.
>He's an archeology student, you think.
>Something about digging.
 
>You pick up the plush, tossing it around in your hands.
"How do you feel?"
>Scott, of course, does not answer.
>Probably because he can't talk without vocal chords, lungs, or a working mouth!
>But he's still conscious in there, you made sure of that.
>Tossing him up, you make sure he doesn't quite ram into the cieling fan, but just close enough.
>After getting a little bored, you send him off to the toy section of the nearest thrift shop.
>Somebody will probably pick him up eventually.
>Maybe.
>Regardless, he's probably fine.
>Satisfied with your work, you decide to just walk out of his place.
>You've done so much teleporting recently, it's been ages since you've even taken a stroll.
>The sun's beginning to set.
>It seems that you've traveled a good ways from your apartment.
>Must not be many Scotts in town.
>Shrugging, you look at that phone you made earlier.
>Putting some assorted music on there and giving yourself some earbuds, you keep walking.
>As the music blares in your ears you can't help but laugh a bit to yourself.
>Things are looking up, more than ever.
>Next time you see Discord, you're really going to have to thank him properly.
>Because he has just handed you all of your wildest dreams.
 
>Your walk isn't entirely uneventful.
>Some guy walks up to you about halfway through the walk.
>He taps your shoulder and motions for you to remove your earbuds.
>Doing so, you're met with a smile from the man.
>"Hey there lady, I've never seen you around here."
"Wow, it's almost like this is a somewhat large city or something!"
>The guy chuckles, rubbing the back of his head.
>"Yeah, yeah, but you stand out! You're really... impressive."
>His eyes scan over your body, stalling at your chest.
>How classy.
>Yeah, you don't even want to deal with this bullshit right now.
>This has been a great day, and you don't want anything lessening that.
>The guy suddenly finds himself looking at your shins.
>Not because he's craning his neck to look, but because that's where his line of sight reaches.
>Pigeons are awfully short after all.
>You nudge the bird away with your shoe.
"Go on, we all know you're full of shit, so why don't you go share that with some statue or car?"
>The bird coos, probably confused or angry at you.
>So ungrateful, you let him keep his mind and he acts like this!
>Oh well, you don't give enough of a fuck to mess with him further.
>Putting your earbuds back in, you walk off.
>He follows behind you for a bit, hopping along because he has no clue how to fly.
>But after a while he stops.
>You honestly couldn't care either way.
 
>Other than that, nothing really happens on your walk.
>You head up to your apartment, kicking off your shoes as you walk in.
>Should you turn back into a draconequus?
>A part of you really wants to, but another part of you misses the creature comforts of humanity.
>But as your stomach growls, you're also reminded of the many limitations of the human form.
>Eh, fuck it, you can stay human for a while.
>Helps you blend in, and you can always turn draconequus whenever you want.
>There's no rush.
>Sitting down, you order yourself a pizza.
>And by order you mean use your unfathomable arcane powers to conjure a pizza in front of you.
>Satisfied, you grab a slice and bite into it.
>The absolute perfect temperature.
>Magic really does negate a lot of the shitty first world problems you could bitch about.
>Polishing off a few slices, you feel something you haven't felt in a long time.
>Tired.
>You've passed out as a draconequus, but never have you felt the need for sleep.
>It's weird, but not entirely unwelcomed.
>A good night's sleep is nice.
>You head towards your room, looking at your ratty full sized bed.
>Nah, fuck that.
>Grinning, you sit on the foot of your new queen sized bed.
>Piece by piece you peel off your outfit, dropping them haphazardly on the floor.
>The hooks on the bra are frustrating enough that you use magic to take it off.
>And that's when you fully realize something kind of obvious.
>You've mostly been focusing on other things to notice it but...
>You have tits.
 
>A slight blush radiates on your face as you look down.
>Your chest is pretty average size wise, nothing too crazy here.
>Slowly, you run a finger over your nipple.
>Ripples of slight pleasure radiate, your nipples feeling firm and perky at the sensation.
>Are you really doing this right now Eris?
>The real questions is: how has it taken you this long?
>Then again, your draconequus body lacks breasts.
>Or would it be teats since you're not human?
>Not what you want to be focusing on right now.
>Curious, you pinch your right nipple slightly.
>You flinch, the sensitive flesh sending signals intermixed between pain and pleasure.
>It's hard to say if the pinch felt good or bad.
>If you wind up liking it, looks like you're a bit kinkier than before.
>Your mind flashes with images of clamps and whips.
>Shaking you're head, you go back to softly caressing.
>Also not what you want to be focusing on right now.
>Instead you let your focus drift as you keep toying with your nipples.
>The pleasure is far from intense or strong, but it's nice.
>You can feel yourself starting to get worked up, more aroused.
>That's when your gaze trails down to your panties, the last article of clothing on your body.
>You quickly rectify that, sliding them off.
>You're not surprised to see a vagina down there, you're a woman now after all.
>As you move your hand over it, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest.
>After everything that's happened, this is what's got you on edge.
>Figures.
 
>Tired of waiting, you slowly insert a finger into the slit.
>Your leg jerks slightly at the sensation.
>It's honestly enough of a shock that you pull your finger out.
>Oh come on Eris, you've had sex before, stimulation like this is nothing new.
>But, it is kind of.
>This feels far more intimate.
>You're not just rubbing, you're /in/ there.
>It's far more hands on, more intuitive.
>The blush that has been plastered on your face is only getting brighter.
>Taking a deep breath, you reinsert your finger, moving it around gently.
>In and out, in and out.
>It feels insanely good.
>You can't help but fall back, curling your toes as you continue playing with yourself.
>After a bit of "exploring", you run your finger against one area in particular.
>You gasp, letting out a soft moan.
>Playfully caressing it, you're pretty confident you've found your G Spot.
>That was fast.
>Praying that your walls aren't as thin as you thought, you continue fingering the spot.
>A chorus of moans echoes throughout your room, culminating in a moment of explosive pleasure.
>Everything disappears in that one moment, you're alone with pure sensation.
>Maybe it's because it's your first time as a woman, or perhaps it has something to do with your species, or your powers even.
>But there's no denying that this is arguably the strongest orgasm you've felt ever.
>Granted, you didn't masturbate often before, and you've only been with a few partners.
>But damn.
 
>Panting, you just lie there.
>Well, you were bound to explore this body of yours sooner or later.
>Looks like you chose sooner!
>Up until now, the genderbend has been something you've kind of looked over.
>It was bothersome at first, but you just kind of grew to accept it.
>Just became a thing you were used to really.
>But now things are different.
>You think you actually really like this change.
>Granted, this could just be you riding the high of your climax, but it's fucking nice.
>And you can't exactly list anything wrong with being a woman.
>You think about periods for a moment, the only possible downside.
>But what's stopping you from turning into a badass draconequus during that time to just kind of skip over it?
>You smirk to yourself at the thought, getting under the covers properly.
>You are a fucking genius Eris.
>It's around ten o'clock right now.
>Normally you'd be up late into the night, but tonight you're completely spent.
>Nestling up against your pillow, you shut your eyes.
>Sleep takes you almost instantly.
>There's not a worry or doubt in your mind at this moment.
>Every little thing feels like it's absolutely perfect.
>If you spend the rest of your life with days like this, you wouldn't even need the implied immortality of a god.
>But hey, you've got that too.
>So fuck yeah.
 
>It's a couple days later that you actually do anything of note again.
>Despite how awesome you are, you don't do something interesting every single day.
>That was true before you were a chaos deity, and hasn't changed now.
>Not to mention you just wanted to relax and enjoy Earth's more basic comforts.
>Which, was fun and all, but now you're feeling the urge to raise hell again.
>And you think you have just the thing.
>In your days of downtime, you started looking into My Little Pony a bit more.
>After all, that world exists, it couldn't hurt to learn more in case you visit.
>And during your searching, you happened across something rather interesting.
>/You/ exist.
>As in, Eris exists!
>Granted, you don't seem to be canon, but people have drawn and written about you.
>It's weird as hell, and a little flattering.
>And what started as you learning more about Discord and his world became a vanity trip.
>Looking at fanart and reading stories, basically indulging in all things you.
>Which lead you to one artist in particular.
>One who /loves/ Eris, even going as far as to draw themselves turning into you!
>So, who better to go give a hands on demonstration of your powers than a total Eris fanboy?
>You check their name one more time to be sure.
>"Tf-Sential."
>Surely a username is more than enough to take you to them, right?
>If not, you'll just dox them or some shit.
>Easy as pie!
>Today should be pretty fun for you, and you're sure Sential will have fun as well.
>After all, he does /love/ Eris~!
 
>You turn into your draconequus self, thankfully sitting down while you do so.
>Last time you went draconequus in here your horns knocked a hole in the ceiling.
>But you just have to show up as your real self for this guy.
>It would just feel wrong to not to.
>A smile envelops your face as you're back in your body.
>Being a human is fun and definitely has perks, but there's no denying how good being a nine animal chaotic mashup feels.
>It's still early, so you decide to devote the morning to relaxing a bit more before paying your artist friend a visit.
>So you lie there, simply enjoying the peaceful serenity of the world ar-
>Yeah, right, you spend a couple minutes relaxing before feeling like you're wasting time.
>You practically shoot up off the couch after a minute.
>Perhaps you should have seen this coming, but your horns ram into the ceiling yet again.
"Fuck!"
>Bits of the popcorn ceiling fall, getting in your hair.
>You brush them out, removing your horns.
>Maybe you should do some remodeling here.
>Or maybe shrink yourself down a bit.
>Because even though this is your human apartment, you want to be comfortable at all times.
>Eh, you can concern yourself with that later.
>Right now you want to have some fun.
>Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you start planning out your entrance.
>You could go big and flashy or just ambush the guy.
>Decisions, decisions...
>Oh to hell with it, you can be up front with the guy!
>It's more your style anyways.
 
>Suddenly you're in a different room.
>You instantly see a man hunched over what looks like a drawing tablet.
>He sighs a little, erasing whatever he's working on.
Curious, you peek over his shoulder, making sure to not to let him know you're here yet.
>Looks like they're in the middle of drawing something, or rather, attempting to draw something.
>The image is basically just a series of basic shapes and lines.
>You frown a bit, you never really got how all those circles and ovals turn into art.
>Some people just have their talents.
>Their's is drawing, yours is warping reality to your each and every whim.
>Seems fair to you.
>Sential sits back a bit, running his hands through his dark hair.
>Inhaling deeply, he sets aside the tablet.
>Now he's checking notifications.
>But even that doesn't last long, he's quickly back to trying to make art out of his squiggles.
>It's easy to tell that he's not in the best of moods.
>Probably going through some kind of artist's block.
>No need to fear, Eris is here!
>You slap your hands down on his shoulders, a smirk on your face.
"Hey, why so glum~?"
>He jumps upon you touching him, craning his neck around to see you.
>"Wh-what...? How?!"
>Giggling, you save him the effort of checking to see if he's asleep and pinch his arm for him.
"Looks like you're having some trouble there! So I think it's only right that I come over and help my number one fan!"
>You accent this by bopping his nose with your paw.
>His eyes are wide and nervous, but he doesn't seem to be disbelieving like that first guy.
>Which makes this already twice as interesting for you.
 
"I really do like your art kid."
>You're probably around the same as him, be he doesn't have to know that.
>As far as he's concerned you're as old as the universe or some other abstract age.
>"Um... thanks?"
>He rubs him arm, not sure how to deal with this.
>Not that you can blame him, you thought you were going crazy when you met your first draconequus!
"I'm glad that I can serve as such a talented artist's muse~"
>You swear you can almost make out a blush on his face, it's hard to tell though.
"I did just find out you exist though, so pardon me taking so long to pay you a visit!"
>"It's fine! It's... jeez this is so bizarre." Sential mumbles.
"Now then, with introductions out of the w-"
>"How fucked am I?"
>You blink.
"Huh?"
>"Eris is paying /me/ a visit, I doubt this is going to end well for me."
>Well, he's not exactly wrong.
>You're not surprised that he'd be suspicious.
"One second, let me find something..."
>Pushing him out of the way slightly, you start typing on his computer.
>A paw and a talon make it hard, but you manage.
>After some searching, you pull up a little sequence of Sential's.
>A simple three parter of him turning into you.
>Looking back at him, you grin.
"Want to make this a reality?"
>"I don't th-"
"Great, let's get started!"
>He steps back a bit, fear beginning to well.
>He's not exactly wrong to be afraid either~
 
>His backing away won't do much for him though.
>He's backed into the corner of his room.
>Rolling your eyes, you motion with your paw for him to come forward.
>That, coupled with a heavy dose of magic, does indeed push him closer towards you.
>You gently seat him into his chair and stand over him.
"You ready~?"
>"A-absolutely not!"
>Patting  his head, you begin his changes.
>His hair begins to bleach itself white, quickly growing itself out.
>A bit of blood trickles from his head as a horn begins to push through his skin.
"I promise that this isn't going to be messy! Just... parts of it!"
>That, for some reason, doesn't seem to calm him down!
>Wincing, he touches the small pointed nub beginning to grow.
>Little does he know that touching his head is only going to succeed in speeding things up!
>In order to make things interesting, the transformation will only proceed to parts of the body that it touches.
>Sential learns this the hard way as his fingers begin to stretch slightly, folding into claws at the tip.
>The skin begins to harden and contort, two of his fingers outright fusing together.
>His now longer hair brushes against his face and outright covers his ears now, meaning the domino effect of the transformation is picking up.
>You can only imagine the sensation, what you remember of your change was pretty taxing.
>The tears beginning to stream down his face are pretty indicative of that.
>Feeling his other horn begin to grow, he instinctively clamps down his other hand on it.
>Looks like he still hasn't gotten the memo yet.
>Oh well, that soon to be paw coming sooner is nothing to complain about.
 
>Sential's nose begins to twitch slightly, like he's holding back a sneeze.
>But it's a lot more than a sneeze he's trying to hold back.
>It widens out slightly, bones creaking and twisting in ways that are audibly wrong.
>He gasps, squeezing the side of his chair with his talons.
>His whole face begins to push outward, involuntarily barring his lengthening teeth.
>Blood wells up in his gums at the sudden growth and the tears are becoming a more steady stream right now.
>All the while you're watching with absolute glee.
>He's looking so good so far!
>Looking on with glee, you playfully flick his long, fuzzy ear.
>He'd probably voice a complaint if he wasn't so preoccupied.
>As he deals with the experience of growing a snout, fur begins to grow.
>Starting at the forehead, the hairs rapidly begin to fill in the face.
>Which is good considering how awkward your face looks without fur.
>His hand has already morphed into the yellow paw it should be, and that second horn has rapidly pushed out as well.
>Noticing his paw has some specks of blood on it, you quickly clean it for him.
>When you look that good, you don't want to look messy!
>A burning sensation forces Sential to clamp his eyes shut for a moment.
>And once they are opened, his eyes have changed to a beautiful red and yellow.
>Breathing rapidly, he feels his face.
>It's not even recognizable as human anymore, everything has remolded into a far more attractive shape.
"You're doing so great Sential! Isn't it wonderful~?"
 
>He doesn't answer, instead opting to watch in horror as the fur begins to travel down his body.
>It quickly reaches his arms, meeting up with his already altered hands.
>However, that's hardly the most interesting thing going on.
>That honor goes to the fact that his body is subtly stretching out.
>Sential is getting taller and thinner gradually as his body is coated.
>Gritting his teeth, there's not much he can do but watch.
>Clothes quickly become a problem as his body is no longer shaped for them.
>Looks like you'll have to speed up one certain part of his transformation before getting rid of them.
>Giggling, you snap your fingers and watch the magic happen.
>Although their chest remains flat, Sential instantly notices his missing member.
>With a sharp gasp he, or rather- she, looks at you.
>"Oh come on!" she complains.
>The pain is nowhere near as intense at this moment, letting her actually get out the words.
>Words spoken in your voice.
>Smirking, you get rid of her clothes and look over her body.
>It's long, her torso and arms showing absolutely no skin.
>She suddenly doubles over as her spine begins to extend.
"That tailbone is a bitch, isn't it?"
>There's no doubt that's what she's reacting to, because you can see a small nub at the base of their back.
>It extends excruciatingly slow, bringing back the intense pain that had only recently subsided.
>The tip of the tail having grown first makes it so that the growth gets progressively worse.
>A thicker part of the tail would obviously hurt more pushing out.
>It takes over a solid minute for that long reddish tail to grow out.
>And the relief on Sential's face is palpable once it does.
 
>Her relief is awfully short lived however.
>Mounds on her back have been quietly growing there for a while.
>But they're beginning to push with more intensity.
>Knowing what's about to happen, you mute Sential for a moment.
>Almost exactly on cue two wings burst out from her back.
>The force sends her sprawling on the floor, silently screaming.
>You magically clean off the feathers and leathery skin of the two mismatched wings before giving her back a voice.
>She's sobbing slightly, picking herself off the ground slowly.
>As she does, her legs begin to lock up as the muscle structure begins to change.
>"Ow, ow, ow, oow..."
>The pain is nowhere as intense as her sudden wings, but it's more of a radiant burning coursing through her legs.
>One leg's skin is beginning to crack as if it hasn't seen moisture in years.
>The cracked skin begins to change in color and hardened, becoming thick scales.
>The other leg is coated in a coarse brown fur growing roughly as fast as the scales.
>His toes clench tightly together on one of his feet as the the whole foot begins to stiffen and reshape.
>The defined shape of a human foot twists into an equine hoof as the bones in it snap into place.
"Almost there sweetie, you're so close!"
>Your doppelganger rudely extends her middle talon as her other foot's claws dig into her carpet.
>Looking her over, she's your spitting image!
>Not a part of her seems out of place.
>She slowly gets up, wobbly as hell and still aching from her changes.
>"That... was..."
"Great~?"
>"Not the word I was looking for..."
 
"Now then Sential, or Other Eris, not sure which you prefer, we can get on to step two!"
>Her eyes widen a bit.
>"St-step two...?"
>You nod, clapping your hands together.
>"H-hey, if I'm a copy of you, then I've got your powers! I'll just..."
>She's cut off by your sharp laughter.
"Do you really think I'd give you the magic? Sorry, but I'm not going to make a mistake /that/ big!"
>"Yeah, that makes sense I suppose."
>Her quick acceptance makes you smile, working with them sure is fun!
>She gets it, but isn't exactly into it!
>It's a good combination.
"Now, as great as I am, there can't be two of me running around."
>"Then why make me a copy of you?"
"I'm getting to that! You see, I love your art so much, and I appreciate you so much for doing it, I'd thought we could work together on your final piece!"
>She doesn't quite get what you mean yet.
>Illustrating your point, you move their tablet over closer.
>Then with utmost care, you gently shove their face directly into the tablet.
>Catching her off guard, she probably expects it to hurt like hell.
>Instead however, a part of her face begins to slip into the tablet!
>Grimacing, she tries to push upward and get away.
>If this was a purely physical fight, she might stand a chance, but you've got magic!
>And that magic helps you very quickly get her into the tablet.
>You watch with glee as she looks around her blank surroundings.
>Her gaze catches you and she bangs on the inside of the screen.
"Hmm, I definitely need to make some edits for you..."
 
>Picking up the stylus, you get to work.
>You aren't familiar with how art software works, but you can bullshit it.
>A lot of what you do is just tell your magic to do something while you drag the stylus around.
>She looks aghast as you begin moving around body parts and posing them.
>You're fun, sassy, confident, and all those other positive descriptors.
>And this piece has to reflect that!
>After some work, you've got her in a nice pose.
>She's shrugging, staring at you with a cocky smirk.
>You notice that the words "Help me...!" showed up somewhere during your edits.
>Crafty and hilarious.
>Giggling to yourself, you save the image, text and all.
>"Erisisthebest.png"
>Absolutely beautiful.
"See? You get to be me forever! And you'll be seen by countless of people online!"
>Although Sential is very much conscious in there, they can't exactly reply to you.
>Now, on to getting this out there!
>Getting back onto their computer, you go through their accounts and start posting it.
>DeviantArt, FurAffinity, everything!
>Looking through their browser history for other accounts, you notice that they frequent a pony based 4chan board.
>One about transformation of all things!
>Seeing this as just too perfect, you head in and make a post as "Totally TF-sential."
>"Don't mind my dust! Busy enjoying exactly what I asked for~!"
>Submitting the post, you get off their computer.
 
>That was pretty fun.
>You've got a smug grin plastered on your face.
>Sential probably deep down loves the fact that they're Eris now.
>And if they don't, they've got plenty of time to get used to it!
>As you walk out the door, you can't help but pull up that image on your phone.
>Congrats Sentinal, you're now the phone background of your favorite chaos god!
>Not being totally cruel, you made it so that she can see through her eyes, meaning she can look at several screens if she's pulled up.
>Meaning as long as your phone is up, she probably sees something!
>Because, even though you have no intention of rectifying this, you do like the guy.
>Anybody who things you're as awesome as you are deserves a bit of credit in your book.
>With everything done, you leave.
>No walk this time, you just teleport back to your apartment.
"Gah, fuck!"
>Your horns ram into the ceiling yet again.
>And your day was so perfect so far!
>Turning human, you clean up the little mess and flop down on the couch.
>Maybe you'll pull Sential up in art software again sometime for a little chat.
>Or you'll keep them they way they are.
>After all, the posing is pretty top notch on them right now.
>You'll decide later.
>Right now?
>You kind of want to try drawing.
(Illustrations for this section provided by TF-Sential: https://m.imgur.com/a/LxGkH )