Title:           A Thousand Son in Equestria, part 36 (Feeling Good)
Author:          Sorcanon
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First Edit:      Friday 11th of May 2012 08:14:18 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 11th of May 2012 08:14:18 PM CDT

>Oh Tzeeentch Oh Tzeentch Oh Tzeentch.
"Twilight no! Dinky is NOT watching us-you know what, we aren't doing what you're planning anyway!"
>Twilight doesn't answer.
>She's too busy drooling and trying to lick your crotch.
>EVASIVE MANEUVERS, LITTLE SORCERER!
>When did we name it, horsebrain?
>IT DOESN'T MATTER, TWILIGHT DOESN'T GET HER HOOVES ON 'IM!
>Twilight starts scowling as you twitch your crotch this way and that, keeping her face off of it.
>"Trying to play hard to get, huh? We're not having that! Hold still~..."
>Her horn glows, and for the first time, you know what it feels like to have your crotch molested by telekinesis.
>It is not a good feeling.
>You hear the pounding of tiny hooves, and Dinky charges into Twilight from behind.
>"Leggo of my Daddy, meany!"
>When you get out of this, you are buying Dinky all the ice cream.
>All of it.
 
 
>Twilight Sparkle lets out a growl that would make a Khornate Berserker proud before rounding on Dinky.
>Okay, that is NOT the gaze of a sane mare.
"Run Dinky, run!"
>The little filly doesn't need to be told twice, and she scampers away from the insane gaze of Twilight Sparkle.
>But she doesn't make it far.
>She lifts the filly up with her magic, glaring at Dinky with twitching eyes.
>"You! Be a good little filly, and sit in the corner. You've been very bad, you know that? I have some...experiments I need to do on your, err..'daddy,' so hush while I finish."
>Then she tosses Dinky across the room.
>Spike, bless his scaly ass, is there to break Dinky's fall, and he lets out a quiet 'oof!' as the pony slams into him.
>We mad, horsebrain?
>We mad.
>Time to pull out your blackest sorcery.
>A scheme filled with such darkness you would hesitate to use it on a being you once called friend.
>But she had tossed a filly.
>YOUR filly.
>There would be no mercy.
"TWILIGHT SPARKLE!"
>She rounds on you, those eyes staring at you insanely.
>Then she pounces, rubbing a hoof on your chains and Little Sorcerer.
>"Yeeessss, Anon? Are you ready now!? Doesn't feel like it....hold on, I have a spell for that."
>You glare up at her, full of defiance and rage, and you utter the darkest words you could say to her.
>Tzeentch have mercy on your soul.
"Eldar. Dicks."
>She topples like a felled tree.
 
 
>Alright, good job, Anonymous. You've managed to knock out the crazed rape-mare and...
>Not much else really.
>You start tugging at the chains holding you tied to the wall with your teeth, but that isn't that effective.
>Your horn lights up, and you carefully unwrap the chains from your body.
>This is taking far too long.
"Dinky, are you alright?"
>A purple-grey hoof rises from the entangled filly and dragon.
>" M'fine, Anon. Spike's groaning a bit though. Tell him to stop being such a baby!"
>Dinky, I remain proud.
>Taking her first battle injury like a sir.
>You cast off the last chain and take a step towards Dinky when you hear Twilight stir.
>You prepare for horse-to-horse combat.
>Not very well, hooves are terrible weaponry.
>"Uuuugh. What happened?"
>Is that...sanity?
>She glances around, noting you, the chains, and Dinky and Spike collapsed in the corner.
>Alright Anonymous, regain your composure, and take control of the situation.
>"Did I....I did something bad, didn't I?"
"You could most definitely say that, Twilight."
>She suddenly sniffs, and her eyes start shrinking to pinpricks.
>"It's that day, isn't it? Oh no oh no oh no how did I even get out!? I had two wards on that door! Two! I shouldn't be out here! I could hurt somep0ny!"
>She looks over at you in a way that makes you distinctly uncomfortable.
"Calm down, or I'll use the you know what again."
>She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, but she's still shaking.
>"Right, focus. Sorry Anonymous. It's...well, THAT day, and you're right here and it is NOT helping me focus right now, believe me. I mean, you're so BIG and you've got that horn and that smell and those unshorn fe-"
"So change me back."
 
 
>"Change you back? But how would that help at all? I mean, when I snap again I'll just try to change you back into...mmmm~, all of this!"
"Eldar..."
>She holds up her hooves.
>"Stop, stop! Still me, still me! I can't help it Anon, I'm in heat!"
>Well at least if she's thinking and in terror, she's not trying to rape you in front of children.
"Then teach me how to perform your little spell. So I can change back if you ambush me again."
>"That....that could work. Spike!"
>"Bwuh?"
>The dazed dragon pops his head up from over Dinky's back.
>"Research time!"
>"Now? So I'm NOT in charge of hitting you in the head with a baseball bat if you get loose?"
>"Research first!"
>Spike grumbles, gets to his feet, and they get to work.
>You have to hand it to Twilight, nothing gets in the way of her desire to teach people, or ponies, new things.
>Even an overwhelming biological drive to reproduce.
>You trot over to Dinky, and set her on your back as you watch Twilight and Spike comb the library for her notes on the transformation spell.
>Occasionally, you have to mention one or two letters of the Dreaded Invocation to keep her focused.
>Dreaded Invocation sounded better than 'tormenting your friend with visions of alien dongs'.
>Eventually, after an hour of research, running, and endlessly terrible flirting via Twilight, she collapses.
>"Alright, found it! Read the notes, learn the spell, and change back before I go CRAZY!"
"Eld-
>"In about four minutes, even THAT isn't going to stop me!"
>As you pore over Twilight's hastily written notes on the magic, you come to a dreadful realization.
>You can't read her writing.
 
 
>That makes no sense, at all.
>They speak perfectly legible Gothic, why can't you read her writing?
>These characters RESEMBLE High Gothic, to be sure, but they AREN'T High Gothic, all the same.
>And that made the spell unusable.
>A single miscast, a single mistake when casting a transformation spell like this, and the Warp would reduce you to a gibbering blob of tentacles and madness.
>You grip the edges of her writing desk (ineffectively, what with the hooves), and glare down at Twilight's notes.
>You hear an impatient growl from behind you.
>"WELL?"
"I...I can't read it."
>"WHAT!? OKAY, THAT'S IT, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
>You hear the sound of hooves trotting up to you from behind, and then a sudden THUMP, followed by a quieter thump.
>You turn around, to see a heaving Spike standing behind Twilight, a baseball bat in his claws.
>"Sorry about that, Anon. She enchanted this bat so I could keep her locked up for the next couple of days. Couldn't get her earlier. Now if you'll excuse me..."
>He grabs Twilight's back legs and starts pulling her towards the unlocked basement door.
>Dinky waves at Spike, smiling.
>"Thanks for helping us, Spike!"
>He grins up at her as she pulls.
>"No problem, Dinky! Any time!"
>You scowl to yourself. Going to have to keep an eye on that dragon.
>Where did THAT come from?
>No time for this internal dialogue now, horsebrain, it's time to learn.
>You stare at the paper for another ten minutes before scowling and giving u-
>"Anon?"
"Yes, Dinky?"
>"I could read that for you, if ya want! Miss Cheerilee's already taught us all our letters!"
 
 
>You turn around and stare at the filly on your back.
"I would LOVE that, Dinky, thank you."
>She leans over your shoulder and starts reading off Twilight's little incantation to you.
>It's quite simple, really, even with you substituting her more stable magic with your own Warp-trickery.
>After an hour of repetition on Dinky's part, you think you've got it.
>Your horn glows, and you take a deep breath as you feebly grasp at the Warp with this unfamiliar instrument.
>As you rattle off Twilight's little spell in your head, red-white light blinds you and Dinky as your body swells and you rise, changed back into your Astartes form.
>You have never been so happy to have hands.
>"Whoa, Dad! I knew you weren't a pony, but you're hu-"
>The rest is cut off as you wrap her in a giant power armored hug and spin her around.
>When her giggling dies down, you stop and muss up her hair with your free hand.
"Dinky, I owe you, I owe you big time."
>She gives a sneaky smile up at you.
>"All the ice cream I could want, and you won't tell Mommy."
"Deal."
>Two hours later, you are carrying home a little filly with a terrible stomachache.
"I love you, Dinky."
>She murmers a weak response before groaning again, and you smile.
 
 
>Back home, you carefully tuck Dinky into her tiny bed before making your way into the living room, where Ditzy awaits.
>She's been sort of...twitchy since you got back, and it's a mite disturbing.
>"You really shouldn't have given her all that sugar, you know."
>You take your helmet off and raise an eyebrow at Ditzy.
"And YOU should have told me that today was some sort of pony mating season."
>She blushes, but doesn't stop glaring at you.
>You glare back, until the both of you burst into quiet laughter.
>You sit down next to the couch as she reclines on it.
>Apparently Carrot Top left in the afternoon to go "satisfy herself".
>Ditzy's quiet for a while, just lying against your shoulder and humming.
"What's on your mind, dear Ditzy Doo?"
>"So many things, Anon. Too many. I had a....a visit from an old...friend this morning. We fought."
>You stiffen in anger.
"Do I need to...?"
>"No! You don't need to. Ever, Anon. Ever. I can handle it. It wouldn't even be a problem, but tomorrow I start...you know...the thing you saw today."
"Is that why you didn't tell me about it?"
>She blushes.
>"It's kind of embarrassing. I'm gonna be just a bit crazy for the next few days and I didn't want you to....well...run. But now you're back to your regular shape, so I'll just handle it on m-"
>You put a finger to her lips, silencing her.
"Next few days, hmm?"
>She nods, still silent.
"Well then, I say we get a head start."
>You focus, snapping your fingers and transfiguring yourself back into your pony shape.
>Ditzy's wings go straight up.
 
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>For the next three and a half nights, no one in Ponyville sleeps soundly.
>Not even the stallions.
>It was later declared that "not even the dead can know peace from this evil," in the Ponyville newspaper.
>You stay over for those days, enthusiastically helping Ditzy with her little 'problem'.
>And when THAT'S over, you stay to help fix a patch of roof that's been missing.
>And help tutor Dinky in some magic.
>Days stretch into weeks, which stretches into a month as you live with Ditzy Doo and Dinky.
>It takes a day out at market, where you buy apples, muffin mix, milk, and some carrots, for it to hit you.
>This is your life now.
>No more war. No more suffering. No more watching as men in the thousands bleed their lives away, grunting and gasping in the dirt.
>Only love, and happiness, and life.
>Your new life.
>And it feels good.
>The realization makes you smile, wider than you have in years.
>You've found what some Astartes have spent 10 millennia seeking.
>Peace. True and everlasting.
>It is at dinner that you ask Ditzy the question.
>She's baked a batch of muffins, along with some salad and apples.
"Ditzy Doo?"
>"Yes, Anon?"
"How do you feel about me moving in with you and Dinky?"
>Ditzy and Dinky look at each other and start laughing.
>"That's the craziest thing I've ever heard!"
>For a second, your hearts stop.
>"You're already living with us, silly!"
>The three of you laugh at your silly question over a delicious dinner prepared with loving hooves.
 
 
>You wake up the next morning, and to your amusement, you wake up smiling.
>You have not had the ability to smile for, well, a long time.
>You hadn't WANTED to smile for even longer.
>You turn and kiss Ditzy while she's sleeping, before hopping out of the bed, getting dressed, and changing back into a more natural shape.
>You hadn't talked to Trixie in a month.
>You felt you owed it to her to explain where you'd been.
>You were going to give everything to her.
>The house, the couch, everything.
>You just wanted your blade and your portion of the bits.
>You teleport to the house in the wee hours of the morning, gently opening the door.
>Trixie had...well, she said she had expensive tastes, didn't she?
>The ratty couch you had purchased so long ago was replaced by a much nicer, fancier couch, upon which Trixie was currently sleeping.
>New chairs lined the walls, along with filled bookshelves and some things you didn't even have words for.
>The scent of smoke filled the house.
>You made your way to your sword, lying where you'd left it against the wall, when a voice behind you speaks up.
>It is not Trixie.
>"I was wondering when you'd get back."
>You stiffen at the familiar voice. In YOUR house? Trixie's now, you suppose, but still.
"What did you do to Trixie?"
>"Nothing she didn't enjoy, friend. Now come on, calm down and let's chat."
>You turn around, to see a brown coated earth pony reclining in a chair, a cigarette in his mouth.
>"We have a lot to chat about, you and I. A talk, between gentlemen, about Ditzy and Dinky and minding one's place. I don't think we were ever properly introduced. You're Anonymous, of course."
"And you are?"
>"My dear boy, I'm The Doctor."
 
Afterword.
>That morning, there were three ponies in Ponyville who hadn't got any sleep.
>Bad dreams had kept them awake.
>Three little ponies, running from who?
>Discord caught one, and then there were two.
>"Come now, dear Scootaloo, there's Chaos to wreak!"
>Two little ponies, still on the run.
>Justicar trapped them, and then there was one.
>"Your magic's no use against him, Sweetie Belle. Come along now, it's time we put your gifts to use!"
>One little pony, all alone.
>The Necron beat her soundly, and then there were none.
>"Applebloom, dear Applebloom, my favorite little creation. We've got work to do, yes we do."
>Three little ponies, consumed by Chaos.
>"Ah, it's good to have you back, My Little Cultists. Your God has a command."
>They bowed before him, there wills broken.
>"As Chaos wills, Lord."
>The next night, all of Ponyville had dreams of the laughter of a mad God