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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".22Go_ahead.2C_I_want_them_to_see_it..22_Pt.2_is_an_absolute_mess">"Go ahead, I want them to see it." Pt.2 is an absolute mess</span><a href="&quot;Go_ahead,_I_want_them_to_see_it.&quot;_Pt.#/editor/1" title="Edit section: &quot;Go ahead, I want them to see it.&quot; Pt.2 is an absolute mess" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&#160;<span class="co4">&gt;Dark tendrils of smoke leak from the ground before you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look between it and Luna in concern</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs manically as some sort of ominous totem rises from the smoke, swirling snakes of darkness lashing out at the sky as they make way</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's eyes are aglow with twisted glee</span><br />&quot;Jesus, Luna, what's going on!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The black dust settles, revealing your computer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna flips her hood back and snatches the mouse up with magic</span><br />&quot;Uhhh&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She presses a hoof to your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just a moment, Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She navigates the menus like a fucking pro, flipping through folders and subfolders</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Luna]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Woona]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[WoonaxPononymous]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's horn shines uncertainly for a moment, and fades</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bites her lip and hums</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmmmm&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her horn lights again and an image from the folder is selected, enlarged, and floats away from the screen, stretching into three dimensions and floating between the pair of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Little Woona is starry-eyed, an incriminating shadow cast over her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From behind is a semi-clear depiction of The green-skinned Anon as a stallion, advancing ravenously on the filly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna walks over and throws a hoof over your shoulder, pointing at the image of Woona with her other</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;First of all: detestable! Shame.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bops you on the nose</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Secondly: we are intrigued by the stallion. We've an idea. Are you averse to transformation?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes you fucking are</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lingering feelings of guilt from her earlier display</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On top of fresh guilt for one of the worst folders she could have discovered</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lead you to hesitantly accepting whatever Luna has in store for you</span><br />&quot;It's not permanent... is it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh no, no, probably not. And even if so, we imagine it will be wondrous and not too unkind a fate, even for a detestable lech such as yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In sharp contrast to your entirely pleasant day with Celestia, her little sister is hammering you into the ground</span><br />&quot;I don't think-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A blinding burst of violet light shuts you up promptly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A cloak of magical energy throws you to the side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hooves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kick off the lingering clouds of darkness, hoping to clear away some trick of the eye</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the result is clear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turned you into a pony</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No arms, four legs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hoof at your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Strong jawline, shape of a muzzle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tap around your head and your hooves collide with a raging, veiny unicorn horn</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shoot your wildest glare at Luna, who cocks her head to one side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Curious. We were expecting an earth pony of you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make to shout at her and she claps your muzzle shut with two hooves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah ah, the theme of thy evening shall be anonymity.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She releases your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And pranks!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods toward your rear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What is she... cutie mark</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push out your flank and turn to look</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your cutie mark is</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's face, complete with playful wink and shit eating grin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her laughter echoes with jubilance along the wind-swept field</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The first of many, Anonymous! We know you to be a sly sort, when one's mind is put to it. Let us take advantage of your unique imagination and wit. We will prank masterfully until dawn!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She flings a sting of magic at your ass, wiping the cutie mark away, and bounds away on her hooves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A bouncing maneuver reminiscent of Pinkie Pie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You huff in temporary defeat and follow, taking to walking on all fours easily enough</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This shit better be reversible</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pair of you crest the nearby hillside to find a sleepy little town in the distance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ponyville</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How convenient</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're barreling down a hillside in pursuit of Luna</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The soft glow of Ponyville's lamps and lanterns is closing in gradually</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do your best to keep up with Luna's bouncing but you have too little patience and experience with your quadrupedal state</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's leaps and bounds ahead of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Tarry not, Anon, lest your flank face another reversal of fortune!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In her next leap she does a barrel roll</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Halfway through it she looks along her belly at you, eyes alight with laughter, and fires a dark beam of magic</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which nails you squarely in the ass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make a half committed stop and turn to observe the results, hooves clumsily wrapping around one another</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you're rolling down the hill</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making record time, though</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's deep, genuine chuckles are getting closer every second</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Until your inevitable collision</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are now a tangle collection of hooves and horns</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each bounce against the ground is jarring and painful</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna is laughing so hard a few snorts sneak into the mix</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The scenery you're rolling past changes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quaint little cottages and shops are zipping by you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or you're zipping by them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to see pastel blurs as well - ponies out for pleasant evening strolls, no doubt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you lose momentum you take stock of your surroundings, preparing to smooth out the landing best as you can</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna pressing her hind-legs into your midsection give you pause</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We've had an idea. Prepare.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grins, you gasp, and she kicks off of you, flying into the air, wings flared majestically</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do some lazy flips through a hay bale display and land not-so-majestically in a fountain in the center of town</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're sprawled out on the stone center of the fountain, legs spread, well placed jet firing colorful stream from between your legs every few seconds</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Be wary, citizens! Tis the fabled rapscallion stallion! He'll jam his horn in all manner of places, regardless of your wants. Stallions or mares, he seems not to care!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna, you bitch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ponies are frozen mid-stroll, looking between you and Luna in confusion</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's expression of mock-fear is beginning to waver</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're bruised, you're soaked, and your legs aren't your own</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And considering the time you spent with Celestia earlier in the day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're dead tired</span><br />&quot;Goddammit, Luna. I don't want-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kick a few times, fighting to right yourself and stand</span><br />&quot;I can't even get the hell up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you do just as you say so</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you feel a stillness in the air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A chill along your neck that comes with years of social misfires</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a mutter or two among the crowd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dare not look at Luna, hovering above you all</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel her becoming disheartened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;C'mon, Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tis but a prank bro.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're normally one hundred percent up for tomfoolery like this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just because you're a little physically and emotionally drained, you're going to give Luna the business like this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she's bravely revealing facets of her personality rarely glimpsed by anypony else</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Goddammit, Luna...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shut your eyes and spread your legs, adopting what you best imagine as a menacing stance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyelids snap open, wide, revealing a crazed hunger behind them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you being running terms through a fetish generator in your head</span><br />&quot;poooniies. POOONIIIES!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch a dozen ears twitch upward, alert</span><br />&quot;Ball gag! Cock ring! FUCK SWING!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're backing away from the fountain</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scramble out of it and take a spill in the dirt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you keep the crazy eyes, shouting and struggling</span><br />&quot;Buttplug!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few walk hurriedly away</span><br />&quot;Flank paddle!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rest are vacating briskly</span><br />&quot;SADDLES AND RIDING CROPS!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ponies enter full gallop, screaming as they flee</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna is screaming too</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it's happier</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nice save, faggot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna lands at your side, hoof slung over your shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She uses you as support while staving off her laughter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;R-Riding crop? You are truly a detestable creature, Anon. We adore it. We must admit we feared your spirit for pranking was diminished. It seems we merely fell victim to your devious stratagems.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't just being a dick for a moment</span><br />&quot;Well, let's keep it up. Who do we hit first?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's expression of mock-confusion is a cute one</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why, whatever could you mean, Anonymous?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You said you'd helped coordinate the day so I imagine being so close to Ponyville was no coincidence.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hoof pulls you in closer by the neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She whispers into your ear, eyes shifting back and forth comically</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Easiest, first. Loyalty.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She aims a hoof from beneath your muzzle, directing your line of sight to a single little cloud floating a few blocks away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're a little tense, levitating up to the cloud with no control over whether you fly away or fall to your death</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only Princess Luna, who is floating you magically in between stifled giggles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least she's enjoying herself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash's little sleeping form comes into view</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach out and latch onto the cloud for stability</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And your hooves pass right through it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The shock and momentum sets your body into a lazy spin in midair</span><br />&quot;D-Dash. Rainbow. Wake up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She uncurls from her ball and rolls on her back, wings flared loosely and mouth agape</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's drooling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slap at her every revolution in the air, biting your tongue before you shout at Luna for not setting you right</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slap</span><br />&quot;Dash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slap</span><br />&quot;Dash, the fuck.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A sharp buck catches you in the jaw and you start spinning like wild</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Might vomit soon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...the hay? W-Who are you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear her scratchy, tomboy voice</span><br />&quot;Help. Please.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs in annoyance, which transforms into a yawn</span><br />&quot;Hurry...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash stops your wild gyroscope ride with a hoof</span><br />&quot;R-Race me, nerd.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're upside down, so the line isn't delivered with all the moxie you had planned</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nerd?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Foot... er, hoofrace. Through town. Right now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bats you away and stomps her little cloud out of existence, the tired shaken from her eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not from yours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll see who's the nerd.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HAHA! We shall!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna, you're supposed to be hiding you dunce</span><br />&quot;We... we shall!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels like it's been days</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But that's probably just a product of your low-energy state</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Remember that? You're tired right now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crazy stuff, man</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shuffle your hooves in the dirt, having taken a moment to really appreciate the new and unique sensations of dirt beneath the tough nail and soft padding of your foot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead of between human toes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So are we going to stand around all night or are we racing? I want to hurry up and beat you so I can go back to sleep.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've always gotten along with Dash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's pretty chill. A bro, as it were</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it can be difficult to stymie a kneejerk reaction to her brazen challenges of your masculinity</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or something like that</span><br />&quot;Pretty confident, there.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash gives you a once over before snapping her wings to her side and lowering her body into a starting position</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, yeah. You look like you've never walked in your hooves, before. I think I've got this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snort and assume your own, sloppy starting position</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay. I know I've got this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You growl through gritted teeth, fully ready to fucking lose in a hoofrace with Dash</span><br />&quot;Lucky you're cute.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash recoils at your offhand comment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And looks a little disgusted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dude, are you gonna make this weird?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;GO!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna unmistakably shouts in the royal voice like a starters gun</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You launch off of your forehooves, rear legs overstretching and dragging along the ground awkwardly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash launches past you in mere seconds, her coarse laughter echoing into the night</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's apparently unperturbed by Luna's disembodied voice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your fight to drag yourself upright is cut short by a shroud of magic</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Princess of Night appears soon after, lifting you up with a grin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The brilliance to be found in this particular prank would be Loyalty's own hubris.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spit out a tuft of admittedly palatable grass</span><br />&quot;What do you mean? L-Like tortoise and hare stuff?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grins wider</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We have no idea what that means!&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's a story, like... like there's-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Regale us with your erotic tales at another time, Anon. We have a race.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's magic gently tucks your hooves against your torso</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your head is coaxed downward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For minimal wind resistance, of course.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna winks as she explains herself</span><br />&quot;Luna what, uhhh, what are we doing here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the least, she's gracious enough to let you speak your entire thought before you rocket through the air so suddenly that your breath vanishes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peel past a galloping little cerulean blue form, which squeals in surprise</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit, you passed her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't think of a pony you've met who can brag the sa-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's grip on you actually waivers in the wake of rainbow streaking past you, sleeping birds and hunting bats fleeing into the night sky nearby</span><br />&quot;Luna!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's aura reforms around you, the owner shimmering into existence at your side in waves of sourceless moonlight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We promise not to drop you, but we must win.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm not sure I'm comfortable.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Faster!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sudden additional G's threaten to snap your neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your stuck looking sideways, Luna following close by, determination etched into her features</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She is quick. We knew of course, but hadn't yet witnessed it firsthoof.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Watching the scenery whip by your head is making you ill, so you put up the fight to face forward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Rainbow is nowhere to be seen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna beats her wings to move ahead of you, biting her lip in thought</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmm, no, t'would surely disintegrate him.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Say again?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop as abruptly as you had started, your stomach lurching into your throat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This will do. On to our next target!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're so tired</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So tired</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How long has it been?</span><br />&quot;Luna, it's been four days, can we stop hiding?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's muzzle shifts mischievously between her hooves as she wriggles more tightly into her crouched position at your side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It has been ten minutes, Anon, exercise a modicum of patience.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cheeky horse</span><br />&quot;Luna, she's seen us. You're not even hidden.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even if you were lying, her loud laugh would have made an honest man out of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Preposterous! We are the Princess of the Night! Hiding is a specialty of ours.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bush outside if Fluttershy's house is barely containing Luna and yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, it's not containing Luna</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her rump, in particular, is stuck high in the air beyond the leafy confines, tail swishing to and fro anxiously</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've mentioned it several times and she doesn't seem interested</span><br />&quot;Could you at least fill me in on the plan, here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll be challenging Magic to a duel.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Mag- Twilight? Then why aren't we at the library?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Kindness is too meek to prank directly. Though within her heart a fiery inferno rages!&quot;</span><br />&quot;What the hell are you talking about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna doesn't answer you, as is customary tonight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, she teleports away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seconds before a new magical aura drags you from the bush</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd probably be more annoyed with how much you've been magically slung around tonight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it beats walking as you inch further into exhaustion</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you think you're doing outside of my friends house?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's got that little authoritative scrunch to her nose at the moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She means it as intimidating but it's pretty cute</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see Fluttershy peeking from behind her uncertainly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The shy, frightened thing is cute too you guess whatever</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, he looks sort of familiar.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight eyebrows lift</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you following her or something?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So this is going south rapidly</span><br />&quot;Duel. Me and you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now she cocks her head to one side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Duel?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yyyyes. I guess.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're positioned opposite Twilight in a grassy clearing a few yards beyond Fluttershy's cottage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only thing dividing the 20 feet of distance between the two of you is a lone yellow flower</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hooves are spread apart in an unnatural stance, you being uncertain of how to place yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight certainly looks ready</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Legs locked in an even spread across the ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Head bowed slightly with horn directed at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;wings flared defiantly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Seeing as you refuse to elaborate any further, I'll suggest we follow the Canterlot Academy's magical duel guidelines. We will be performing spells on this flower. I will initiate. You will replicate and then introduce something new. We will do this back and forth until somepony cannot continue.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A slow bloom of excitement and realization hits you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You accepted that this would be a quick and embarrassing display of your innate inability, as a human, to perform magic</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it's setting in that you aren't currently human in the strictest sense</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have a unicorn horn and everything</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's begin.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's magic encompasses the flower, twisting and stroking each little leaf and petal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The head of the flower begins to spit, a rainbow of colors spread from the center outward in a pretty little display</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The leaves bounce and wave like tiny arms, the stalk of the plant wiggling up and down something like a dance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a tiny yet complex display that you surmise no amateur of magic is going to be able to replicate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's smug, bookworm grin confirms this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your turn.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing ventured, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean your forebody toward the ground, horn leveled with the flower in a display of your gradual adaption to a different bodily awareness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;....</span><br />&quot;How do I do it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I'm sorry?&quot;</span><br />&quot;How do I do magic?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight stares you down unbelieving</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns the same look toward Fluttershy on the sidelines, who shrugs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You appear old enough... to... you've never... you challenged ME to a duel.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A surge of energy suddenly erupts from your core</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It rebounds along your insides finding a path to your forehead</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin deviously</span><br />&quot;Never mind. Figured it out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heat and power coalesce in your horn</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You brace your ankles for the imminent wave of pure, raw magic</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Setting your sights on the flower, you angle your head lower and growl</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The magic builds, higher and tighter inside of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it releases</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're first greeted with a high pitched squeal which devolves into a series of stuttering pops</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd describe it as the beginnings of a cartoonish bowel movement</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dim sparks of power pour erratically from your horn like a clogged salt shaker</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The flower is drained entirely of it's rainbow dancing qualities and reverts to its normal, unspectacular state</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It even appears a little less average than in the beginning; less colorful</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck yeah</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up to find Twilight losing the battle to contain laughter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy is also lingering much closer, a look of motherly concern in her eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pity, even</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meaning you've been identified as a 100% non-threat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I apologize. I may have gotten carried away with my first spell. It was relatively high level. Perhaps we can scale things down for the next round...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course she'd never admit, but she loves a chance to lord her magical skill over other ponies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though she normally politely reserves herself, you figure</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But with some strange stallion wandering around in a mares bushes in the middle of the night? No reason to hold back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The flower livens again at Twilight's magical touch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As it regains color, the body of the flower straightens</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The leaves draw taught and the petals bloom intensely</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The plant appears close to bursting apart as it stretches</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it explodes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Veins streak across the stem as it expands rapidly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The leaves whip open, growing exponentially</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What is first the quiet rustling of leaves soon becomes the thick cloth-like thrashing of gargantuan foliage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The flower becomes a mighty, colorful tree</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Second try</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck that giant awesome tree she just transfigured out of a flower or whatever</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lock into position, load your horn with whatever this surge of energy inside of you is and</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tree shrinks unremarkably beneath your leveled magical beam</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't quite return to it's flowery form, but surely doesn't remain a magnificent hulking oak</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It shrivels into something like a sickly palm tree, awkward and unhealthy fruit dripping from its mangled branches</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight clicks her tongue, seeming less entertained this time around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It appears you have a fundamental misunderstanding of the appropriate channeling of magic and molding of material in our world.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She trots forward and presses a hoof against the trunk of your sorry mistake</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is soft, grey, and uninspired, like your magic. I don't mean to come off offensively. I think I'd like to help you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down on your haunches and shrug</span><br />&quot;That'll give me time to grasp the prank at hand, here. Go for it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight levels a questioning gaze at you, ignorant to Luna's offended gasp somewhere in the darkness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excellent. So, magic is equal parts precise measurement and dips into imagination. You have to pull from your subconscious and idea that you want made real. The look, feel, or smell of something in our world. Everything you've experienced is a blueprint to be mapped to something else. The effects will always be temporary, of course.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gestures to the tree which you realize has been slowly withering before your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It steadily reduces into a pile of rotten leaves and muck that dissolve away, revealing that original yellow flower</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The concepts are a bit complex, but with time and practice even you can pinpoint the intricacies of transformative magic. Or any magic really. It's like trying to solve a puzzle. Over time the pieces will begin to make sense and&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She prattles on but your mind leaves the lecture.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Puzzle' reminded you of something</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You relax in your sitting position, not bothering with the direction of your horn or manipulation of weird energies in your body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You concentrate on the flower</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You imagine you are faced with an impossible puzzle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are pacing the room in your head, mentally playing out potential solutions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You draw up some plans on the parchment in your minds eye</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You consult a secondary imaginary party for advice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You work figurative days and nights trying to figure it out before dropping everything</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And solving the puzzle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stretch, pull, sweep to color, ad some orbs and a touch of goddess</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The flower sways gently in sudden presence of a colorless circle at its base</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The grass within the circle springs to life, morphing in shape, size, and color</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each blade is tipped with an orb</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each orb gains magical iridescence in the moonlight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was as effortless as anything could be, really</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's lecture dies in her throat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....what is that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile</span><br />&quot;Sungrass.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The midnight air nearby shatters and Luna steps forth, mouth agape</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This... This is creation magic. You created this, Anonymous?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A..Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's expression is supremely difficult to place</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because it's new to you, maybe</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her heads whips from Twilight to Fluttershy to Sungrass to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We...We declare temporary recess from pranking.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her magic envelops you without a word further from anypony present</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you're carried away from the clearing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The familiar lurch of teleportation coming to a halt rounds on your stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thick smell of freshly baled hay and old, damp wood greets your nose</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're in a barn</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Explain thyself!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been &quot;thy'd&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna moves with menacing certainty from a swirling wall of darkness that fades as she exits</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Curious, the darkness she moves through is actually darker than the lightless barn at night</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also, you're tired</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In case anyone has forgotten</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because Luna clearly has</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sag on your feet and your flanks find a lower mass of hay, which you promptly promote to seating</span><br />&quot;What would you like to know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You mean to sound lazy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe a little annoyed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But your words come out as snide and playful</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna advances on you, taking your head between her hooves and forcing it down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your muzzle is mashed into the silky fur of her chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A familiar sensation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's inspecting your horn, tapping it with a hoof and whispering things like &quot;Curious&quot; &quot;Alas&quot; and &quot;Inconceivable&quot;</span><br />&quot;That thing is useless.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, we are aware. Your magic was that of a foals, if we were to be generous. And yet...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You huff</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It affords you a whiff of the Night Princess</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you had intended so</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smells like flowers, much the way her sister does, but it's not as warm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There are subtle differences</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A presence of something like earth... and rain...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Funny enough the Princess of Day had a smell that might inspire a pleasant nap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna smells of quiet power and energy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You imagine going for a run with this in your nostrils</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How is it you've performed creation magic?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Celestia helped. Or she showed me how, I guess?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna pushes you away, her mouth hanging open</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You miss the sensation of fur on your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Could've taken a nap against all that soft, sweet smelling goodness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You and sister...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins pacing the barn</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;While we certainly anticipated a degree of readiness on her part...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops and whirls on you, an accusatory hoof jabbed at your chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You've not tricked her in some way?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What? No. Of course not.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She levels a glare at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When did this happen?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Err, on our date. Today.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is that all, then? You and she casually birthed new flora? Was there an exchange of words? Romantic confessions? Perhaps you recited a poem.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Luna, I'm not sure what you're looking for, here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She snorts, her wings flapping in agitation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What didst my sister do with this? State her reaction! This is no minor feat, Anonymous!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Through your mounting exhaustion you drum up the decency to blush</span><br />&quot;She seemed really... pleased.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks nonplussed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There were declarations of love, then?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nnno. Not out loud, anyway? I didn't say it. We're trying to take things slow and-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;SLOW!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The barn shakes beneath the weight of the royal voice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear wildlife outside scattering as the ringing in your ears fades</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The magic of creation hath been shared with nary a soul beyond my sister and I!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're a little shaken by her reaction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite your generally poor attitude and hit-or-miss nature of the evening so far, you've enjoyed hanging out with Luna</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And despite her jokes at your expense once in a while, you've always found her to be pretty cool and composed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her disgruntled pacing and shouting is cause for some concern</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was such a big deal.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stomps one forehoof and plops onto her haunches</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pouting</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course it is.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, hoping to ride through her confusing mood shifts without much incident</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We had hoped for friendly competition with sister, but as usual she has gained the upper hand almost immediately.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Keep nodding, Anon, the answer the riddle that is this pony will arrive at some point</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We have no choice but to escalate, if we wish to maintain a hoof in the race.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A blast of magic rocks you onto your back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're acutely aware of every inch of your body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your limbs lengthen, hooves tapering into hands, feet, toes, and fingers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your neck shortens, your head shrinks, your torso elongates</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unicorn horn is no more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://youtu.be/d_prbnabl3A [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The stress of another transformation alongside the excess of the day leaves you 99% drained</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though your body affords you a few final, dramatic seconds of consciousness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If our courtship is to be as successful as sisters, we must perform our own creation magic together.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's face appears to be beet red as your eyelids draw to a close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And sleep finally takes you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're on an island</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grassy earth ends abruptly in every direction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sea in which your island floats is that of stars</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Were you to step away from your island, any concepts of up and down would vanish with your footing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you remain</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Comets streak through the cosmic abyss, burning with a brilliance that allows you contentment despite being lost in space on a strange rock</span><br />&quot;Asleep.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A gentle laugh swims through the air and across your ears</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Correct.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna is here</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was she here from the start?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That doesn't matter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's staring into the starry expanse at your side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch her mane flow in an ever-present unknowable breeze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks like a cool pool of water that contains all the cosmos</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd like to touch it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She responds well, leaning into your palm as it glides through her hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch your fingers as they explore the miniature universe on her head and neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The funny idea to pinch stars and galaxies crosses your mind, so you try</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tiny stars and quasars flash gentle reactionary rainbows at your touch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You are enjoying yourself?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems as relaxed as you are right now, so you see no reason to stop</span><br />&quot;This is really nice. I've always wanted to touch.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You've been wise to reserve yourself before now. To touch unbidden may yield undesirable results.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah... it's okay here, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hums an approving reply and you continue stroking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Worlds</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Galaxies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Universe</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nighttime Horse</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before long you find yourselves sitting down, Luna's prone from wrapped around your back and side, head resting in your lap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You keep petting</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're rolling stars and space in between your fingers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're like objects in a pool and you have some control over their positions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move this out of the way to better focus on that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some celestial objects pair together well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Other clash in magnificent displays of light</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna quietly contemplates the space beyond her mane as you play</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How do you feel about it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't hint at your meaning, but you grasp it all the same</span><br />&quot;Think I've got it. Not like the grass. This is more like water.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You idly run your hand up and down her neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes are lidded, but still surveying the space beyond your hunk of land</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A serviceable observation. If you are ready, we may begin.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod and her eyes finally close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin emptying your mind of anything beyond your hands in her mane</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Abandoning sensation within a dream is wonderfully easy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Second nature, somehow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The last of your bodily awareness - Luna's hooves weaving themselves between your legs, - fades away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The island melts beneath you, leaving you both suspended in infinite space</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You breathe steadily for a long time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silent</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then your hands move through her mane</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The unbound sky around you comes alive, distant clouds of ice and rock sliding away in a reflection of your hand movements</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stars roll into the distance, their lights giving way to blank space</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you have an open palette of the heavens to paint in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But what do you make?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't have Luna-centric fiction as a guideline</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Actually, why is that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've always enjoyed Luna, even before your trip to horseworld</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seemed sweet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In reality you got a pony who is a little more brusque and silly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But still sweet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like Luna</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should write fiction for her some time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she'll like it as much as her sister did</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That would be good</span><br />&quot;What do I make?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She opens one eye, meeting your gaze for the first time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let us begin with a star.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smokey collections of light and color linger at your fingertips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swish them around, sampling their physical properties and behaviors</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While each strand of differently colored light mingles closely, none will combine</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We could provide some clues, but we would like to see you find the answe-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn and lead strands of color as she speaks, working steadily</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's commentary is cut short as you make a discovery</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While no two colors will mesh immediately, a sequence of multiple colors running against one another seems to prompt the emergence of new strands within the cloud</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your fingers are dancing through Luna's mane with fine dexterity you weren't aware of possessing until now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Color strands are winding among each other, tightening into beautiful, bright ribbons of light</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're braiding the heavens</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna is laughing, more breathily than usual</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An almost provocative sound that invites some more untoward thoughts where a princess is concerned</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;One might suggest that human extremities are just as magically adept as any unicorn horn.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to put a spin on your ribbons of light, goading them into a constant spinning motion</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, any unicorn horn save for your own, Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The throwaway jab rolls off of you like water on wax</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Outright insults to your mother might fall short in the presence of the wonder at your fingertips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's chin relaxes fully into your lap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....our apologies, Anon. We feel the need for jest as we are... mildly nervous. It is our first time performing creation with a being other than sister.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find the time in your experimentation to trace the area around one of her ears, fingers gliding down the side of her face and cupping her cheek, her mane following your motions along that your hand never leaves it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs contentedly and you shudder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which is weird</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You suddenly feel very nice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A step outside of that relaxed sensation that has been dominant since the dream began</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now it's closer to pleasure</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You release Luna's cheek to execute the next step in your bizarre and open strings of logic and experimentation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cup both palms around your now persistently swirling mass of light ribbons and compress with all your might</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands are, in a sense, numb</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This makes it difficult to gauge what qualifies as 'all your might' within Luna's mane</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But a grand amount of light pours from the gaps between your fingers, reflecting against all the heavenly bodies surrounding</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the ribbons explode in your palms</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna sucks in a breath and her body coils more tightly around your</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As if she's both trying to climb your torso and leave her head in your lap all at once</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel it too</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A jolt of desirable mental and physical feedback</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, your hands drift apart</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From within emerges a very small, but bright object</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It possesses a twinkling quality that denies a definitive shape</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring up a finger, allowing the creation to roll along the tip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is warm and soft to the touch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You prod it against the vast empty space that is the blank palette in Luna's hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hooves squeeze your waist tightly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your legs tingle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You've done it. A star. You are a natural.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Natural star smith. Who'd have guessed?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gently flick the star once more and decide it's lonely</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It could join the legion of preexisting balls of gas</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You consider the creation of sungrass briefly and spring to action</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving not unlike a music conductor, you wave a series of swift, flowing gestures around the star, your eyes boring into it with focus and intent</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thousands of colorful strands spiderweb out from your fingers, wrapping around each other and warping into new and fantastic shades</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You string and braid them together en masse</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flick, wave, stretch, push, squeeze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna has crawled halfway up your body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is nuzzling your neck, nibbling at your collarbone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grit your teeth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You squeeze one eye shut with effort</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hundreds of newborn stars explode forth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna stutters and squeaks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stars among stars, brothers and sisters, pour across the blank space in Luna's mane and bleed over the borders, filling the infinite night sky with new light</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The world around you becomes foggy and uncertain</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where are first you had no concept of up or down, you now most definitely feel weight from above and pressure from below</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As if you're sitting down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On a collapsed bale of hay</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With Luna on top of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dark wooden walls melt into your vision, like pastels dipped into water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The unique smell of dry hay and damp grass moves against your nostrils</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As well as sweat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And sweet breath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Er, sorry ta interrupt, but y'all are loud as all get out in here. Could ya keep it down a bit? O-Or, at least invite a girl along if you're gonna use her barn.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ocean of night sky is gone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead there are four wood walls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Applejack, doing a pisspoor job of hiding her eyes behind her hat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, Luna as well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Within whom your manhood is currently sheathed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is collapsed against you, greedily gulping in breath after breath</span><br />&quot;Uhhh&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Our... apologies... Applejack. We meant... to return... to Canterlot first... but could not wait.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna turns away from Applejack and looks up your chest into your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We apologize to you as well, Anon. We would have maintained the dream but your performance features unexpected additions.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I, uhh, didn't realize I was 'performing'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blushes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find the mind to be a little annoyed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She should look a little more ashamed at her presumptuous behavior than embarrassed at being caught</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We will compose a list of apologies by tomorrow.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have mixed feelings about the fact that Applejack refused to leave the barn doorway as you and Luna separate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is her barn after all</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna stands upright, whipping her mane back and forth, wings flapping in what appears to be an effort to drum up some energy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her legs wobble, betraying her comely saunter toward the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'd like to observe the night sky for a moment. Anon? Applejack?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snatch up your pants only to find the zipper has been annihilated</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Clues suggest horse teeth are the culprit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y'all might wanna see Rarity about this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An orange hoof kneads at your lower half with a little too much familiarity</span><br />&quot;Applejack, personal space.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pays little mind to your comment, sticking close to your side as you head outside to join Luna under the canopy of night in the waking world</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess in question is surveying the sky in an analytical squint</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmmph.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You join her, plopping down on the grass heavily</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What ever energy that little nap might have given you was drained from below</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack's flank swings through your vision, dangerously close to your nose</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tail swishes around anxiously as she pretends to hunt for a prime sitting location</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It bats you across the cheek once or twice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah, sorry bout that 'Non.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Is this going to become a thing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Reckon so, sugarcube. Ah like what I saw. Don't know that I can compete with no princess, but you can bet yer apples I'll try.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nudge her to the side, currently unwilling to reveal that those sweet apple flanks are superior even among the alicorns</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She plops down on your other side and the two of you join Luna in observing the sky</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's a really nice sky tonight, Princess.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you, Applejack. Though we were hoping for some new additions.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sweep the still-foreign heavens for yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've had Equestrian constellations recited to you via Luna, Twilight; even Trixie found the time at one point</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you couldn't point out a new cosmic body if you were asked to</span><br />&quot;Why would there be new...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It hits you</span><br />&quot;Luna, what we did in the dream...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna nods, never taking her eyes from the sky</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The effect is not as immediate as more earthen creation like your grass, but yes - we made stars. Or we should have. Delay is to be expected we suppose. The light has to travel some distance first.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To review the sky again, confident that you could somehow pick out yours from the thousands present, seeing as you molded them by hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quietly tell yourself not to shit your pants if you find them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah figure it looks the same as normal. Few more shootin' stars than usual.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're correct. We are moving a few things around to see if they're hidden in some space dust or-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack gasps along with you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sky wasn't exactly dull before</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it abruptly comes alive in a shower of sparkling lights, zooming into view</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Any constellations that did exist may well need to be reimagined in the presence of a brand new panoply of stars</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna is clopping her hooves together with sheer excitement</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She throws a hoof around you for a hug soon after</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though not exactly invited, Applejack joins</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're wondrous, Anon! The perfect catalyst for creation magic!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon did that? That's amazin'!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Indeed! Now naturally sister will feel the need to exceed our creation with her own. The spirit of competition is alive! We can feel it!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you and the princess travel back to Canterlot, where Celestia is locked in combat with an overgrowth of rapidly mutating sungrass, which has since become vicious semi-conscious bioluminescent trees of immense size</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The following night the sky would warp and crack beneath the furious flames of a thousand new, supergigantic stars</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The result is you and two princesses locked in a near continuous ritual of molding magic and hard rutting, all for the sake of maintaining balance in Equestria</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Could be worse</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The creation magic you performed with AJ could see demon apples on the horizon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here's hoping</span></div></div>




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