Unleash the Magic - Teaser #2 · 2:10am Dec 3rd, 2015
Currently stands at 6500 words and being broken into multiple chapters despite me saying it would be a one-shot simply because there's too much happening to digest in a one-part story. I'm finding the going slower on this for one simple reason: I can only work on it for a couple hours at a time. Why? Because it's wall-to-wall clop and it... forces me to take breaks. Interpret that as you will. 
I consider that a good sign, actually...
But... while you're waiting, here's another teaser from chapter 2, "Midnight Falling"
Let me say up front that in the end, I don’t blame the poor girl. Pony Twilight’s doppelganger she may be, but lacking all sense of purpose and self-worth, she was utterly overwhelmed by her classmates’ manipulation and then by the released magic itself.
“Unleash the magic, unleash the magic…” they chanted like a mantra, circling her. “If we lose than you’re to blame…”
You know, that’s a hell of a load to put on anyone, never mind someone like Twilight who I’m sure had never stood up for herself in her life. Goaded and cornered, subjected to the most intense peer pressure I’d ever seen, the shy girl who just wanted to be left alone to pursue her studies gave in to the exhortations of her classmates and headmistress, though I could tell it was less for the chance to beat CHS than the promise of the knowledge that could be gained. And I’m sad to say, Cinch knew that perfectly well.
“Call it power, call it magic, if we lose it will be tragic, but more important is the knowledge we'll have lost,” she told Twilight. ”A chance like this won't come again, you'll regret not giving in...
“And isn't understanding magic worth the cost?”
Now that was a brilliant piece of manipulation, one (un)worthy of the old me, and poetically delivered to boot. Cinch recognized that invoking competitive fire or school pride didn’t work with Twilight, so she instead appealed to her one true passion--her desire for knowledge. And I didn’t realize this at the time, but she was also holding a recommendation to the Everton study course over the head of her student, threatening to withhold it if she didn’t compete in the Friendship Games.
Despicable though it was, it worked, and in the end, that’s all Cinch cared about--well, that and her ‘legacy’ which she did indeed solidify that day. Though she sure as Tartarus regretted it given she was the first to feel Midnight’s wrath...
As all this was going on, I approached Twilight slowly, sensing her intentions but not the consequences of doing it. I was only thinking that the first opening she gave me, I’d snatch that device of hers that had already caused so much trouble regardless of her protests, seal it, save it and then give it to our Twilight to research and then properly dispose of… if she ever answered my latest letters, that was. And just what was keeping her? We could really have used her right then…
Such thoughts were immediately lost as to my horror, Twilight cracked open the pendant, which allowed the contained energies to burst free, the shock wave knocking us all backwards. At that moment, it was too late. Too late for her, and… for us.
One of the first things an Equestrian unicorn learns in magic school is that magic is a living force. It has not so much a will of its own as a desire to seek a focus for itself, a suitable host to wield it. It seeks expression, and it doesn’t much care about the end or source. A fact Twilight learned firsthand as the magic orb raised her up and a sudden wind whipped around her, storm clouds swirling overhead and crackling with lightning in response to the arcing energies. It certainly didn’t do much for her modesty as her skirt was blown up, showing her panties, knocking loose her glasses and undoing her hair bun, turning her appearance much more into that of pony Twilight for just a bare moment…
A moment that was lost as the now-empty pendant fell to the ground with a loud clatter along with one of her shoes, the wind now tearing at her blouse and skirt until the latter was finally ripped away and the former was hanging on by mere tatters, revealing progressively more skin.
It’s funny what stands out for you at a time like that. And yet, for everything I saw that day, the one thing I remember most keenly isn’t her state of undress. It was the look on Twilight’s face as she was raised up, very real fear on her face and tears in her eyes as she realized her mistake. “Help… ME!” she pleaded, screaming to be heard over the force of the wind, reaching out for to her classmates and principal for aid. Aid that would never arrive as the wind and light show picked up, shredding her clothes further as the light swallowed her whole, vaporizing her tears and then…
I could see just well enough to see the remains of her clothes incinerate inside the sphere, her naked body displayed in silhouette for a moment as the magic infused her...
And when the light faded to reveal her, I knew that we were all in very deep trouble.
Wow, you really are letting loose... I'm getting more and more tempted now... Curse my curiosity of me reading clopfics
Yeah, I already know that's not how it'll go down, but I felt like doing it anyway.
It might be a bit soon to be posting a review to a story that isn't actually out yet, but a funny thing happened the other day. I was checking my googledocs and realized that I had the doc to this story. Nothing sinister, he was just showing me a doc with the introduction on it. I forgot all about it...
Well, I felt a bit crazy and decided to look at it and... WOW!.
If you ever thought to yourself, "I sure wish that Firesight would just focus all of his combined writing ability into a single piece of fetish, then this would be the result. It is almost pure crystallized hentai. I say 'almost' because the despite writing from his own preferred fetish, the story retains the level of humanity you'd expect to find in a Firesight piece. There's character insight, a plausible chain of events (for the most part this being hentai
) and some surprisingly deep philosophical concepts that wouldn't be out of place in Five Star Service.
It might not be my thing, but I respect the hell out of it. Bravo, sir!
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You have no idea... yet.
Guess I'm helping to corrupt you, then!
Seriously, some of my favorite stories out there are clopfics, though at this point my standards on the subject are very high. After all, good clop is worth its weight in gold, but bad clop is worth its weight in...
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Since you seem to be something of a Sunset aficionado, I think you'll approve of her depiction and actions.
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You're correct--that's not it.
Just ask AJ_Aficionado (see previous comment). I think he's still in shock...
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My friend, I'm very impressed you read this.
I know full well that's not your thing, and you already knew some of what it contained. And as for what you said...
Thanks, I'm blushing.
I guess this is my Crystal Empire, then...
I LOVE this review!
That is one of the highest compliments on my work, even an in-progress one, that I think I've ever received, doubly so for it coming from someone who wouldn't actually go for the story subject. Thank you very much! And fear not--I'll do plenty of stuff that's more your speed later. 