Soft muttering stirred Wake Vortex from his light nap, kicking in the Pegasus’ urge to stretch like a cat before standing again. With a groan and a few pops along his spine Wake rose to his four hooves, knowing he was in for a visit to the Ponyville Day Spa. He might even get High Light to pay for the trip, this potion testing stuff called for Wake getting a little more than a “I’ll owe ya, buddy” and a hot dinner from his best friend. Nodding his head in silent agreement with himself, Wake finally looked around the room for High Light and Brighten Early. From his position in the room, he could see their backs turned to him as they discussed something in hushed tones. They obviously hadn’t noticed his waking as neither had turned to speak with him and he was pretty sure they were eager to continue testing, if their excited but hushed tones told him anything. He was about to politely cough just loud enough to catch somepony’s ear when Brighten suddenly spun and locked eyes with her prey.
“Ah, he wakes again. Thirty minutes, almost exactly.” The unicorn stated, adjusting her rectangle framed glasses with her magic.
‘Has she been wearing those the whole time?’ was all that could pass through Wake’s mind before he was abruptly placed before the now familiar table. With a wide grin, High Light began again with his dull and empty tone to go over the basics of the potion. Before long, he was ready to add the reagent.The red liquid splashed around the small bottle before being unceremoniously dumped in the potion base. Everypony froze for a moment, wondering exactly what the Unicorn blood’s reaction will be. After a few seconds of waiting for something to happen, High Light shrugged and grabbed the spoon to begin stirring. It was in that moment Wake made a huge mistake and relaxed. The second the spoon broke the surface of the potion stock, with blood floating on top, the room began heating up. Instead of a slow enjoyable raise in temperature like a campfire this heat was like being suddenly thrust into an inferno.
Brighten Early looked around the room, sweat beginning to mat her golden coat in several places, before she spoke in a much firmer tone than usual. “Reagent reaction is indicative of an event we had not anticipated. This heat will likely continue to build until all the magic power stored in my blood is expended.”
“What's causing the reaction? How long will it take to run out of power?” High Light all but panted. It had become sweltering in the small room, various candles and miscellaneous soft items had begun to melt. Something needed to happen to stop the heat before something bad happened.
“I’m a Sun-Touched Class-B Unicorn.” She replied curtly.
Ears twitching from High Light’s inventive swearing, Wake felt a little confused by her statement. He knew that she was Sun-Touched, that much was obvious to anypony paying attention. He didn’t know much about the Unicorn ranking system for their magic power but he knew it was a very personal and private thing. The class ranks were also very varied, as one could go as high as Class-S and as low as Class-D. You never asked a Unicorn what their rank was so it didn’t look like you were trying to brag about your high rank. ‘Unicorns are weird.’, he thought, looking to the potion. As the heat poured out the color of the potion had changed to a shiny metallic color, almost like liquid silver. It looked amazing and part of Wake was a little excited to try it. Compared to everything else in the room the potion remained unchanged by the temperature change. If anything, it looked slightly frosty. The heat kept rising and he needed to drink something.
Curious, Wake lowered his head closer to the bowl of “Unicorn Potion” to test if it actually was cold. Sticking his tongue out to gently lick the potion Wake heard Brighten’s cry of warning just before his tongue touched the liquid. The heat suddenly vanished, leaving the two scientists staring in shock at the events transpiring before their eyes. Wake had pulled his head back but that didn’t matter. The silver liquid was freely flowing out of the bowl and through the air and into Wake’s body. The poor stallion’s eyes had taken on a bright white glow while the potion oozed into his eyes, nose and mouth. As the last drops of potion slithered their way up Wake’s left nostril he began to shake while rising into the air, though not by using his wings. A golden outline of a horn grew from his forehead as he floated before the shocked couple.
Eying the small items that were beginning to float as well, Brighten accessed the situation. “Subject appears to be in the middle of an incredibly powerful mana surge. Any second now..ah there we go” she stated as the larger furniture began to float as well. “A false horn has appeared on Subject’s head, most like imitating my own as an outlet for his imbibed magic. Curiously, he’s not radiating heat like a Sun-Touched during a surge. He’s burning through a lot of power, this should be over soon..”
As soon as she said this Wake Vortex flared his wings out and a massive surge of magic pulsed off them and his horn. High Light’s only hope of not getting pushed around by the wild energy was to stay close to his wife, who had erected a shimmering golden shield. Eyes narrowing in focus, Brighten increased the power flowing into the shield to protect herself and High Light. A massive crack appeared in the golden magic with a loud crunching sound and Brighten felt her pulse quicken a bit. They just needed to survive a little longer and Wake would run out of power.
Like the flicking of a switch, the light snapped out of Wake’s eyes and the pseudo horn disappeared. With no more power to fuel the levitation, Wake fell from the air with the grace of a stone. As everything came crashing down around them the scientists sat safely inside the cracked golden dome until the final item had settled. They quietly walked towards Wake, hearing the sounds of light snoring and heavy breathing. After staring at him for few seconds, High Light was the first to speak.
“Well,” Was all he was able to say before Wake’s eyes snapped open and he bolted upright. The ensuing flood of vomit that emerged from the Pegasus was beyond imagination, as was Brighten’s shocked exclamation.
“Sweet Celestia, it’s rainbow colored! He’s puking bucking rainbows! Holy buck!”