Magic Mayhem Chapter 13: Nerdy Love

Hey guys! Tyko here, just gonna let you gents (and ladies, of course) know what’s been going on.

I’m currently amidst moving very, very soon, and I will be living on my own versus living with a roommate. More work, more money, less time to write. Plus, no internet until I have secured an apartment and all that. Shit’s not as cash, I know.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to write the next chapter after this, but I’ll be damned if it stops me. I’ve been pacing myself to write a story once I hit 100 hits on the last chapter (gives me time to not overdo myself), but I digress.

So please continue, feast yourself on some hot Twilight and Anon magical action, and enjoy the fun results of a little Magic Mayhem.
- Tyko
P.S. Fluttershy is still best pony
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> It’s been three days since the luncheon of sorts with Princess Celestia.
> The soup was nice, company was tense, and the face Twilight made every time she tried to taste her meal was priceless.
> It was a sobering sight when you and Twi teleported back home to an empty house that night and found a note saying that Spike is staying over with Rarity and her little sister(?).
> Teaching Twi a few basics components to the wind element that the two of you will practice today, the last couple days have been laid back and plenty of book reading.
> To things happened about half an hour ago at this point; the first, which only distracted the two of you for a minor sense, involves the return of a somewhat smug Spike.
> He refuses to divulge what the source of his new mood is, and he swears up and down that it’s going to stay that way. Fine by you, so long as he doesn’t end in an emotional cartwheel.
> Now, the second thing? Glasses, a new pair for Twilight.
> This resulted in her having an uproar of excitement as a grey colored pegasus delivers the package, somewhat confused at the box being ripped out her hooves and onto the table.
> You ended up having to sign the slip and thanking the somewhat clumsy mare as she flies off in a small fit of befuddlement.
> A half hour later, which is now to be precise, Twilight has been looking through books and staring off into the distance of the house’s vicinity, making laps as she tries her newfound skill of seeing.
> Twi: “Anon… it’s like… a whole new world!”
I can show you the world now, shining, shimmering splendor!
> Twi: “I can’t believe this! I didn’t think it was possible to see this clearly, it’s like… wow.”
Tell me, Twilight, when was the last time you read a book with such excitement?
> Twi: “Never, I can’t wait to go outside- oh. Hm. Nevermind.”
> Of course, she doesn’t want to be seen in public with them on.
> You sit next to her and put a nice grip on Twilight’s shoulder, getting her attention solely on you.
> The glasses, a slight plastic build of black design that covers a decent portion of her eyes, causes her to take your face in a higher definition.
> Twi: “You’re so beautiful, Anon.”
Aww, gee, thanks. Oh hey, what’s that?
> She turns around to stare intently at where you’re pointing randomly.
> Twi: “What’s what, Anon? Wait-!”
> Teleportation spell~! And
> Away
> You
> GO!
> AWOOOOOSH! Through twist and turns and a towel here and there, you’ve sucked yourself through a wormhole via an alternate dimension
> You’re at the top of the Changeling Empire’s Castle, a connected structure of dark obsidian and other dark materials that feed into a system of holes.
> Low Mystical Spell, Invisibility Element.
> Level 8, to be safe. Nayru knows that Queen Chrysalis would be upset if she saw you chilling on top of her tower.
> On another note, it appears Twilight, now in your arms, has nearly but unsuccessfully shit herself silly in fear.
> On the roof of the highest tower, slanted slightly in a way that could make one slip a poor decision, you’re admiring the hundreds, thousands of changelings flying and working about in their daily lives.
> Twi: “Anon… this is…!”
Queen Chrysalis’s own personal palace, yes.
> Twi: “We can’t be here, they’ll see us! If we get captured-“
They can’t see us, and if they give us any sort of problem I’ll make sure you’re safe.
> Twi: “WE’RE safe.”
That’s what I said.
> She looks at you with a tone of angst; having shared the cloaking spell over the two of you, she gives off a faded view of herself, and yourself to her.
> Twi: “You only referred to me. You said nothing about yourself.”
I assumed that my safety was obvious; you, however, are at my mercy unless you think you can teleport your way out of here?
> Twi: “I don’t know any coordinates, nor do I have enough mana! Anon, don’t be a tease like that.”
I promise not to leave you up here if you can tell me the logical components of a basic air elemental spell.
> She’s pretty quick in response
> Twi: “First you must harness the limits of the Carioles Effect and detect the air pressure of the area. Using the knowledge, you can accurately use magic to curve it using a pinpoint area from the stratosphere and direct it in a descent until it reaches you locally; while this is to the point where you can directly control it once it gathers into an actual motion of energy-“
Alright, alright. You live another day not a changeling slave.
> She tries to breathe a sigh of relief (she takes you so seriously, doesn’t she?), only to be stopped with a simple kiss.
> Twi: “Mmph, mmm…”
> Having her in your lap, you smoothly silence her as a squadron of changeling guards buzz by; while they can’t see you, they can most certainly hear you if you make one hell of a noise.
> As they pass by, you finally let Twilight go from the deathgrip allure of your lips. Gasping for air this time, she doesn’t know whether to be filled with glee or upset.
> Thankfully the feelings cancel each other out.
I love it when you talk nerdy to me.
> Twi: “I love it when I can breathe!”
You know it was worth it!
> Twi: “I know it was worth it, I’m just stating my opinion, you idiot~!<3”
> You suddenly realize it’s a lot warmer here than at home, and thankfully the wind here is merciful to alleviate the wrath of the sun.
> With the sand far below unable to reach such a height, you thank yourself for not putting yourself any further below.
Hey, Twilight. Let’s practice your wind spells here.
> Still on your crossed legs and facing you, she dishes you a look both disconcerted and alarmed.
> Twi: “Here? But, what if they catch us?”
Are ya kidding me? They’ll just be flipping out because a tornado or some shit comes hurdling down.
> Twi: “Can you really form a tornado?”
With enough magic and a constant stream of air, you could strike down a funneling cloud of doom on these poor fellas.
> Her face darkens, eyes dilating and growing wide. You swear you could feel the back of your neck rising up with her next words.
> Twi: “Do it.”
> You try to weigh the meaning of these words as she rotates around, your arms around her for support.
I beg your pardon?
> Twi: “I want you to summon a hell they’ll never forget.”
Erm, Twilight… I can’t just attack a foreign nation, that would devastate the balance of the world.
> Twi: “I don’t care. These people have struck at us in a way that they almost destroyed Equestria’s way of life. They need to-“
Be taught a lesson, retaliate in a way that they will beg for mercy? What happened to Celestia’s teachings of peace and tolerance?
> Twi: “They… they hurt her. Queen Chrysalis nearly destroyed my brother, ruined my now sister’s wedding, and defeated Celestia in a one on one fight. We managed to repel them off, but… there’s always a chance they can strike again.”
> You give a hearty sigh, disappointed in the thoughts of Twilight Sparkle.
> A historical lesson is in order.
Twilight, let me tell you a few things. You wanted to hear more about humans, right?
> Twi: “Isn’t now a bit of a bad time to-“
Just listen, you purple maned numbskull.
> And so you gave a brief history of war and terror of your old world; how one country struck another for weakness, and how they would strike back; how weapons became stronger, more efficient.
> How a tool once able to kill a single creature would eventually evolve into something that could kill thousands, millions; it was all because a lack of tolerance and the ignorance of others.
> Now your world is split in so many ways by feelings of hatred that you are often embarrassed to even admit you once existed there.
And that, Twilight, is why I adopt Celestia’s wise followings of never needlessly attack another being without necessity. Should they attack again, however, the defense to protect pony’s lives will be swift and held firmly with judgment. Forgive them for what they did, even if they don’t want it. Just know that any further transgressions will taken personally, and I will be there to stop any threats to the crown.
> tl;dr You’ll kick any creature’s ass if they fuck with you or anyp0ny. Also, forgive but never forget.
> Oh, and carry a big stick; by “big stick” you mean a hellzone of magic at your fingertips.
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> Putting the story time aside and letting the words of wisdom sink in her, it appears that Twilight’s mindset has been somewhat sedated from whatever mass of loathing she has for the little buggers flying around.
> Twi: “Fine, so we can’t kill any of them.”
But! We can be mischievous and annoy the fuck out of them by drawing random winds. All for the sake of practice, of course.
> Twi: “Is that allowed, though?”
I don’t think so, no.
> Twi: “… Let’s do it.”
> This is why Twilight is your marefriend.
> You hold her in place and begin a magical chain link from yourself to her.
> High Mystical Magic, Direct Channeling.
Alright, I’m having myself hooked into you as an extra source, so it won’t tire you as fast.
> Twi: “But I can’t summon tornados?”
Just gust the hell out of them, so nothing more than level 3 spells.
> You free an arm and point out a marching group walking down a stone pathway leading out to a different tower.
Blow them over.
> Twi: “With pleasure.”
> She’s like Storm of the X-Men, her hooves moving in sync as her translucent horn glows furiously.
> The clouds shift and split as a gust from the heavens shoot down like a bolt of atmospheric portions, a wide sweep that overwhelms the group of changelings, swerving them over the edge of the path and forcing them to take flight of their own accord.
Poor fellas.
> Twi: “What we’re doing is so bad, but it’s so funny!”
> You point at another group flying in, a vicarious smile of poor intentions gathering upon your face.
Ruh roh, captain, there appears to be a platoon making their way to report to the queen! Alas, the wind is a tad too strong for them!
> You grapple her closely in an affectionate manner as she contemplates the best course of action.
> Twi: “Let’s see… redirect from the… then I arc it down at around sixty two degrees for them, and…”
I love it when you calculate it out loud; it makes me proud that you know all the formulas for precise magical control.
> Twi: “Well, I have a great teacher, and he shows me how to do everything almost flawlessly!”
Is that so? And what do you think of him?
> Twi: “He’s shown me a lot of things, but most importantly he’s shown me a light that can never be put out. I’ve put all my love and faith into him, and I know without a doubt that he is and will be the kindest pony I’ve ever had the luck to meet.”
Must be a lucky pony, when can I meet him?
> The wind spell tears through the group almost on cue, the air sending them spiraling in random directions.
> Very nice; Twilight Sparkle, Air Sniper Assassin.
> Twi: “Oh, come on~! You know I mean you, you idiot. I’ve been trying not to fall harder for you, but each day that passes with us together, I just can’t help but… become infatuated.”
Just keep it in steps, one thing at a time. Know, however, that your feelings will be quite reciprocated.
> Twi: “And that’s why I love you.”
> She won’t ever be able to see your warm grin as your rest your chin into her mane, inhaling her scent of lavender and lilacs; is this a personal smell, or shampoo perchance?
> You’re tempted to ask, but you feel that it’s meant for a more suitable time.
Same here, I love you too. I didn’t want to say it so soon, but… I’ll make sure we spend enough time together that the weight of those words hold true. There’s another patrol group coming in, give them some problematic weather conditions.
> Twi: “This is probably the worst and most exciting date I’ve ever had.”
And how many dates have you gone on before?
> Twi: “Including the three I went with you? Three, hehe.”
Well, you don’t have much to compare to!
> You both share a laugh, and with her turning her head slightly, the two of you then portion an adorable kiss.
> Twi: “You know exactly the right moments to do that, ya know~ hehe!”
I know whenever you’re turning that you want one, silly.
> And for the next hour you spent with her consisted of small talk and steering changelings off course.
> Little did you know that you would soon be noticed.
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Man, they must be ready to hire a meteorologist by now.
> Twi: “I know, right? It’s essential for them to be terribly upset, tehe!”
> You don’t know if changelings swear in their own tongue, but you’re willing to bet that they most likely will form a few new words for this.
Alright, break time. Even I’m feeling a bit tired from this.
> Twi: “You, the great and powerful sorcerer, most esteemed human in the world?”
ONLY human in the world, mind; it’s not it’s bragging rights for anything but my height, digital appendages, and the ability to sexually last longer than the average stallion.
> Twi: “Wait, really?!”
Well, you’re the supposed egghead on the subject; how long does a stallion last before they ejaculate?
> She stirs in an embarrassed fashion thanks to the topic; you have a hunch she knows the answer, too.
> Twi: “Eeeugh. I wish I didn’t know, but ponies from Equestria can only last, well… not very long. It’s more meant for reproduction than pleasure, but obviously we’d be, well… not exactly matched in terms of species.”
A pony mare and a human male can’t properly mate, who knew?
> Twi: “Hey, these are important things to consider one day! Of course, if you did it as a stallion-“
Nooooooope. Nope, nope, nope. No conversations on sex between us while class is in session, missie.
> Twi: “Hmmph, fine~! But isn’t class over now?”
Err, hm. Fuck.
> She spins around excitedly, clearly victorious in the one sided fight.
> Twi: “C’mon, what’s wrong with a little bedroom talk~?”
Sigh. What do you want to discuss?
> Twi: “How long do you last?”
Depends if I use magic or not. I’ve learned some interesting magic incantations in my studies.
> Twi: “Oh, my. How big are you?”
I’m six feet, two inches.
> Twi: “Not your height, your girth.”
You’ll find out when we have wild sex.
> She contemplates her next question both seriously and carefully.
> Twi: “Hmmm… when should we begin your ‘studies’ on such… peculiar activities?”
Hell, we can do it tonight if you can bait Spike out of the house.
> You were joking, of course, but it appears your suggestive tones has done a number on Twilight’s libido.
> Twi: “Erm, this is, hum… what position should we try first? I’ve never done it before with someone else, so this field of science is a bit new to me-“
Twilight, I was- wait… what is…?
> You felt it before you realized it, and without a moment hesitation you put your hand right on Twilight’s head and sent her twisting through the nether, returning her to the couch.
> Just in time, too; a forcefield barrier of cubic design is now blocking any sort of exit, physical or magical.
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Shit. Guess being invisible wasn’t enough, eh? Guess I should have taught her how to conceal her magic.
> ???: “I don’t know what pathetic nonsense you’re spewing, helpless creature, but you have some nerve to sit out here and fling my loving minions about like the grains of sand.”
> Well, looks like you have the honor of meeting two rulers of different countries within a few days; Queen Chrysalis, along with now several hundred Changelings, is surrounding the tower like a swarm of angry bees.
Heya there, toots. Ya caught me. Level 9 spell too, I might add. Very well done! I take it you have practice with holding prisoners for your love leeching whims?
> Chrysalis: “You dare treat me like some amateur? But I digress, I see through my excellently carved magic that you have… potential for use.”
> You suddenly realize that you’re going to have hell to face in your current state; you wager that you’re about half tank for mana.
> Perhaps enough to negate the shield and teleport, sure, but she likely has some crazy magic skills.
> You know that feeling where you’ve mastered the game of chess, and now you’re facing off against the twenty year reigning champion?
> There’s a reason she’s a Queen.
> While trapped in every sense, you’re not actually bound; nonchalantly pulling out a vial and popping off the cork, you have the glass of mana potion an inch from your lips before you’re frozen in place.
Urk! Sorry, I’m just a little thirsty! Can’t you let a guy get his drink?
> Chrysalis: “Do you take me for a fool? I can easily calculate your every move-“
> Fuck it, safety’s off now:
> Level 10 High Mystical Negation Spell: Magical Shutdown Style.
> You feel your heart nearly stop for a second as your body explodes in a radiation of light, the aura shredding through the freezing spell and the barrier like paper confetti with a chainsaw.
> The blast shoots through the army and its changeling leader, the force not hurting them so much as knocking them around from the sheer force.
> Back in a liberated state, you regain composure and swig down the liquid, your throat freezing and your body rejuvenating in seconds.
Whew! Thanks, I was pretty dehydrated.
> Chrysalis: “Get him, and bring him to my quarters!”
> Hundreds of the bugs gather in a single mass, charging forward and slamming into the tower in a devastating force in a way that could have left you crippled for life.
> As per the usual, five seconds was plenty of time to skip through time and space in teleportation.
> Landing safely onto a lower tower, you opt a defensive pose and don’t exactly wish to deal any harm.
> If they want to smash themselves into a to- well shit, they actually destroyed that pylon. What kind of shape did they want you to be in for the Queen?
> She seems like a charming missie too, ignoring her whole evil nature; it’s unfortunate that she’s taken such a keen interest in you, but you’re already sworn to Twilight for the future being.
> Just, in case, however… High Mystical Spell, Time Control: Memory Card Style.
> Loading Memory Card… Memory Card has insufficient storage space. Delete a save?
> Nayru, these fuckers take up so much space.
> Let’s see… ah, here’s the one where you were going to try to take over Equestria.
> Yeah, that didn’t go too well. You were out of commission for a whole week after reverting that save, let’s delete that one for now.
> Deleting… deleting… file deleted. Save “Day: 813, Changeling Palace, Level 92”?
> Yes!
> Saving… file saved.
> With this point in time easily accessed (who knows, maybe Twilight will dump you and you want some hot Queen lovin’), you strike a pose at the approaching and raging Queen Chrysalis.
> Chrysalis: “You… that… that is a magic no creature should contain… who are you?!”
I loved the date, but I have something purple to fuck and a hot bath coming up. Toodles~!
> Chrysalis: “You’re going nowhere!”
Anon was here, Chrysalis is a loser!
> Low mystical spell, level 10: Magic Trace Removal.
> She didn’t even have the chance to bind you in whatever spell she has cooked up before you turned into mere smoke before her eyes.
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> Flying through the void for a split moment, you fall face first (you never said you were a great lander) into the floor of the kitchen, shaking the house somewhat and landing you with- wait for it-
> A broken nose, congratulations!
Augh, holy Zelda and the six sages, my fucking nose!
> Twi: “Anon, is that you?!”
ASDFGHJKL!!
> What you really said was a combinations of swear words and other gurgling noise put in a way indistinguishable, so hopefully that will do.
> Twilight Sparkle, rushing in to the crime scene that is your body, finds you in the cross legged position and stuffing napkins up your nostrils.
> Twi: “Great Celestia, what happened? One second we were talking, and suddenly I was on the couch!”
> You fix the bridge of your nose (you’re getting quite used to such abuse now), and begin pumping some healing incantations on it, mending the bone and cartilage.
We were paid an undue visit from the Queen herself, and I didn’t want you in the picture.
> Her panicking level jumps up a notch as she realizes the full extent of the event.
> Twi: “Queen Chrysalis found you?!”
She caught me, rather. Trapped me in a barrier, bound me, I think she wanted to rape me too.
> Twi: “Eh?!”
Nothing happened! I managed to get free and teleported out of there before things got too hot.
> Her violet eyes fill with relief and tears, the stress and confusion nearly sending her over the brink.
> Twi: “I was… so worried, I thought something terrible happened…”
Well, something terrible DID happen, just easily remedied. I’m in one piece, alright? Unless~
> You give a slight pause as you pull out the bloodied clothes.
I could be a changeling sent back to kidnap you and seduce you, after the Queen captured the real me and began using me as a sex slave.
> DUN DUN DUHN, SO BEGINS THE MINDFUCK!
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> Twi: “Hmm… what is my favorite soup?”
The spiciest kind a bar can make.
> Twi: “Eck, no! You know I hate spicy stuff!”
That’s not what you said when Celestia said she enjoys it.
> Twi: “That… that was different! Yes, hehe!”
> Well, that ruined all the fun; perhaps you should have made weird bug noises and started to fly around.
> Twi: “Ok, so you’re the real you. Why would you suggest that, then?”
To fuck with ya.
> Her eyes lower in annoyance, giving a playful but somewhat harsh shove into your shoulder.
> Twi: “You idiot, quit being mean to me!”
> You lean forward in the most theatrical way possible.
Please! Forgive me! Fetch me the kitchen katana so I may honor your anger with ritualistic disembowelment!
> Twi: “Ew! Why are you talking all weird, now? Let’s not talk in the kitchen, and we don’t have ka..tan… nahs? Should I go buy one?”
Good luck with that.
> Making your way back into the living room, you notice something missing;
> Or rather, someone.
Where’s Spike?
> Twi: “He’s going on a camping trip with Applejack and Rarity, along with their little sisters.”
And did they invite you?
> Twi: “Of course! I told them that I’d take a raincheck, because I have VERY important research that will be happening today.”
Ah, ready to study water sp-
> Twi: “Sex, Anon. That stuff where you stick your penis into my v-“
Alright, we’ll discuss this later!
> Twi: “Later, why?”
First thing’s first, I need a bath, and you need a written test.
> Surprise test time, motherfucker!
> Twi: “What?! But I didn’t study for anything!”
Yes you did, you liar! You’ve spent this week studying!
> Twi: “I don’t even know what it is, you idiot!”
It’s gonna cover… stuff! But first, my bath!
> Twi: “GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIHATESURPRISETESTS!!!”
> Another usual day, how love rings through the air.
> The End.