A pair of saddlebags dropped to the floor with an audible thud, while the door to the apartment slammed shut. “I’m back,” the owner of both the door and the bags announced as she stepped into her home for the first time in four days.
Shining Armor’s head popped out from the door to the living room. “Sparks! How was your trip, little sis?”
“Fantastic. I was right,” she replied cheerfully.
“Sorry, remind me what you were right about?” Shining asked, mildly embarrassed about forgetting.
“Sombra did anchor the Crystal Empire to our world, and I can probably pull it back. If I’m successful, the empire will return as if no time had passed!” Sparkle explained.
Shining ran up hugged her. “That’s great!”
“Hey, hey, don’t celebrate yet. I’ve still got a lot of work to do,” she replied.
Shining Armor released her and took a step backwards. “Well then, don’t let me keep you. Cobalt and Thorn are in your lab already, just F.Y.I.”
“Thanks, Shiny.”
Sparkle trotted off to her apartment’s lab. Opening the door, she saw Thorn relaxing with a comic book and Cobalt poring over a set of books. Around the room, a dozen specters drifted around, each working on a theoretical aspect of the task at hoof. Since each one was a near-perfect copy of her mind and had access to her memories, the ghostly ponies had started crunching numbers and working out the complex formulas that she’d need while she was on the way home.
Without looking up, Thorn waved and said hello.
“Alright, we’ve got our work cut out for us. Cobalt, have you created a materials list yet?” the dark sorceress inquired.
When she’d first set out to the frozen north where the Dread Necroptica indicated that the Empire had been, she’d left Cobalt and the specters instructions on what to research while she was gone. Between Thorn and the specters, Sparkle, Cobalt, and Thorn had started working out a way to summon the empire back. The results were promising.
Cobalt, orange coated today, levitated a long scroll over to her, which she plucked out of the air. “That’s everything,” Cobalt said. “You know, we could cut out about three quarters of this stuff if you cast some of the more complex stuff yourself.”
“I know,” Sparkle said as her eyes scanned the list. “But my summoning is unstable and we’ve got several thousand ponies counting on us to get this right. Plus, I’d rather not be standing at the epicenter when a bucking empire drops out of the sky and on my head.”
“Touché,” Cobalt acknowledged. “Well, that means that we’re going to have to get several rare - and probably pricy - reagents in order to turn a bolder into a self-contained city-summoner.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve got contacts that can hook me up with most of these,” Sparkle replied, shaking the list for emphasis.
“Hey, what are we going to call this thing?” Thorn asked. “The Self-Contained City-Summoner is a bit of a mouthful.”
“Hmmm... Yagalone,” Sparkle suggested.
“Yagalone?” Thorn asked, confused.
“Olagay is a unicornian word for annihilation or destruction. Spell it backwards and add the negation suffix, -ne, and you get Yagalone,” Sparkle explained.
“Restoration from annihilation. Fitting,” Cobalt said, to which Thorn agreed.
“Then it’s decided. This is project Yagalone,” Sparkle declared. She then unrolled the list again and more thoroughly looked it over. “Hmm... I think I can have most of these materials within a week. Add another few days to make it and haul it all up north... we’re looking at just under two weeks to restore the empire.”
Both Thorn and Cobalt cringed slightly at the projected time period. Cobalt spoke up first. “Sparks, I’ve got a contract in Manehattan that I’ve got to start on in eight days. This one’s going to require some time to set up, so I’ll probably be gone until just before your brother’s wedding.”
“And the Great Dragon Migration’s starting soon,” Thorn added. “You promised that I could go. The next one won’t be for a couple of decades.”
Sparkle sighed in disappointment. “Alright. Help me with what you can before you leave. Once it’s ready, I should be able to deal with this without you two.”
“Hey, if you’re bringing the empire back, shouldn’t you tell the Princesses? They’d probably want to send up an ambassador for when the empire comes back,” Cobalt suggested. “And a regiment of guards in case things go south.”
“Good idea,” Sparkle admitted. “Now, I know I just got back, but I want to get these ingredients before it gets too dark out.”
Thorn snorted. “Yeah, I’d hate to be the mugger who encounters you in a dark alley way.”
Sparkle was thankful for the moonlight overhead; otherwise, it would have been much too dark out. The hour was late, and with a yawn, she set off back home. Unfortunately, she’d have to make the trek all the way to the cliff tram at the edge of town, and then wait until it made its infrequent run up the steep mountain slope, as teleporting into Upper Canterlot from here tended to be tricky and best done assisted, and the teleportation station had closed for the night.
So, setting off from the back-alley shop, Sparkle trotted home with her haul in her bags. A common sight thanks to the nearby waterfall and cool air of the spring night, mist swirled around her hooves. It made her cold and limited her vision further. What it didn’t limit was her hearing, and though sound echoed and distorted in these narrow passageways, the sound of a semi-distant voice gave her pause.
She listened, though she couldn’t determine what the gravely voice was saying. On guard now, she peaked around the corner and saw a shrouded figure looming over a pony, who, while conscious, looked utterly exhausted, both in body and in soul.
“Come out, pony. I know you’re watching,” the robed figure said.
Sparkle, knowing that she had been caught, stepped forwards, still fully on guard. Within her body, the specter that she kept on her at all times woke up and readied itself to assist its mistress if a fight broke out. Meanwhile, the specter’s creator took a good look at the shrouded figure’s soul; though she had never seen one in person, she quickly recognized the six-pointed soul as a centaur’s.
What wasn’t normal for a centaur’s soul was the off-color bump on the back, from which a set of thin tendrils protruded. It was clearly something that the centaur hadn’t been born with, and instead had been put there. Sparkle’s eyes darted towards the fallen pony and spotted the noticeable lack of magic around it and a small puncture wound on his soul.
The dots connected in Sparkle’s mind at an amazing speed. This centaur had a soul weapon, and she wanted it badly. In another fraction of a second, she realized exactly how it was supposed to be used, and readied herself.
Her entire thought process, accelerated by the magic she had altered her body with some time ago, took only a split second. It was the same length of time most ponies would take to finish observing the scene, never mind figure out what was going on.
“Who are you?” Sparkle asked. “And what did you do to that pony?” she added, although she already knew the answer.
“It is quite simple, really, I drained him of his magic,” the centaur's quiet but rough voice spoke. “Surely one such as yourself-” here he paused, gesturing to Sparkle and, more specifically, the spines on her back, “-would understand the allure of power. I just took what should have been mine. As for me, I am Lord Tirek.”
“You escaped from Tartarus,” Sparkle observed. “How did you do it?”
“A certain mutt left his post unguarded. It made things significantly easier,” Tirek replied. “But now the question is, who are you? That power I sense coming from your body did not come freely.”
“My name’s Sparkle. I’m a dark enchanter,” she lied.
“Really now?” Tirek replied. “Interesting. Had you been a necromancer, I would have suggested we work together. Alas, you are not. The only thing I want from you... is your magic.”
Tirek’s mouth stretched wide open, and within his skull, his soul weapon fired a tendril at Sparkle’s magic reserves. She, however, was ready for it. When the tendril struck, she clamped down on it as hard as she possibly could while releasing her hold on her own body. Had she not had Thorn, this would have been an insanely dangerous move. As it was, when the tendril retracted in an attempt to yank out her magic, Sparkle exited her body and rode it all the way into Tirek’s body, slamming into his own soul with the effect of a cannon-ball against a thick brick wall.
Even as it surged upwards in height, Tirek’s body slumped, like a puppet with all but one string cut. Blood erupted from his eyes, nose, and ears in a violent gush as his blood pressure spiked. As for Sparkle’s fleshy shell, it stumbled as the Specter found itself suddenly and unexpected in control of its mistress’s soulless body. Sparkle’s body’s eyes went wide, before the specter remembered that it had to keep the heart beating and the lungs breathing. All three bodies in the alley, Sparkle’s, Tirek’s, and Tirek’s victim, all went still - the latter was from confusion.
Inside Tirek, it was an entirely different story. Tirek, despite having a soul weapon, was caught completely off guard and could not fire his weapon at such short range. Sparkle, meanwhile, was fighting unarmed, but was the ambusher and thus fully on the offense. To say that it was a slaughter was an understatement.
Within the span of three breaths, Tirek’s soul had come to resemble a diced vegetable, cut into numerous chunks. Sparkle, the clear victor, seized control of Tirek’s body, if only to keep it from dying as she worked.
Physical sensation returned to her, although it was definitely distorted from what she was used to. The colors were off, the scents in the air were too weak, and her hearing was strangely unable to focus on any one thing. The biggest thing she noticed was that Tirek’s upper body was completely numb, and that Tirek’s arms hung limp.
She turned her attention inwards, to the soul shards that were all that remained of Tirek. Sifting through them, she found the weapon and quickly attached it to her own soul, taking care to sterilize the bond so that nothing like Sparkrovitar ever emerged from it. She shivered uncontrollably as it connected.
Thorn shot out of bed, awoken by the strangest sensation.
“That was weird.”
Then, sifting through what was left of his soul, an idea came to her. The personality was useless, so she swallowed it without fanfare. Then she looked at the memories. There were far too many of them for her to deal with now, so she wrapped them in a magical bubble and “pocketed” the abstract substance within her own magic reserves. Next, she turned her attention to Tirek’s rather impressive magic reserves. There was a little blob of green floating in the sea of orange, what she assumed to be the other pony’s magic. She chucked it out, knowing that it would find its way back to the pony, and then used her newly acquired soul weapon - the magic harpoon, she would later call it - and devoured Tirek’s magic as he attempted to do to her, integrating the power with her own.
“Whoa. The buck is mom doing?” Thorn asked, feeling their reserves skyrocket unexpectedly.
Finally, as the stallion nearby regained his strength and stood up, she turned her attention to the last remaining pieces of the centaur’s soul: the interface. It was these pieces that allowed a soul to mesh with the fleshy brain, sense through the body’s organs, and move the body’s muscles. Every soul had an interface that was custom made for its body type. If a soul had one arm interface, it could control exactly one arm.
Sparkle’s soul had enough to control all of her body and most of Thorn’s body. She only had one heart interface, so Thorn’s heart had never beat. She only had two wing interfaces - all ponies had enough soul to control two wings and a horn, regardless of tribe - which meant that patches on her back had been numb for years since Thorn had taken that part of her interface. And she didn’t have enough soul interface for both of them to feel everywhere. Until that moment, Sparkle and Thorn had thought that they would have to live with numb areas their whole lives.
And yet, here was Tirek’s interface. Piece by piece, Sparkle attached it to her own soul, relishing as sensation returned to areas of her - Tirek’s - body. Then, lastly, she attached Tirek’s heart interface to her soul and sterilized the bonds.
Thorn was now freaking out. Magic surge, fine. Weird chills, fine. But why the buck was there a drum banging in his head? He stood up and ran into his mom’s room. When he realized that she wasn’t there, he ran to Shining’s room.
All the while, the drum got louder and faster. He didn’t notice that with the sudden influx of oxygen, his necromantically animated limbs were now functioning as a living dragon’s would, giving them far more strength than they previously had.
Sparkle returned her attention to the real world. She noticed that the stallion had up and left. Shrugging, she looked towards her body, which was noticeably smaller. “Hm... Tirek’s body grows when he absorbs magic? I wonder if that’s a function of his body or his soul? I guess I’ll find out when I transfer back.”
Something caught her eye. On her original body, the eyes had returned to pure lavender and her necromancy cutie mark had vanished. She turned Tirek’s head - now her head - and looked at her reflection in a window. The golden irises had turned red, though the sclera were still black. Then, shedding Tirek’s robe, she spotted her skull and starburst cutie mark on the centaur’s flank.
“That’s interesting. I half expected it to not show up.” She shrugged, deciding to perform a more thorough examination of her new body later. “Come along, specter.”
“Hehehe... Yes, Mistress. Or is it Master now?” the specter giggled.
“What are you... oh. OH!” It dawned on her what the specter was referring to. She had jumped into a male body and had attached the male components of Tirek’s interface to her soul, giving her a fully functional set of male organs. She blushed furiously, and, knowing that she was functionally alone, she reached down and manually examined those new parts. “Huh... no wonder stallions like sex so much. That thing is sensitive. Now... how do I turn it off?”
By the time she had gotten back to her home, Sparkle had switched bodies once more, thankful to find that her real body had not grown when her massive reserve of magic had poured into it, and that Tirek’s body had shrunk down to about two thirds of its former height. But, as Sparkle and the meat puppet behind her ascended the stairs, Sparkle found herself in a quandary: keep Tirek’s semi-immortal body as a backup, knowing that it was the face of a Tartarus-level criminal; or hoof it over to her brother, claiming that she had mind controlled him into complying, and gain the prestige of capturing one of the most dangerous villains known to ponykind.
Decisions, decisions.
Eventually, she chose the practical option. Gathering her magic, she cast the reversible version of the curse of forever-sleep on the body, putting it into stasis. Then, with a shove of both hoof and magic, she pushed the hibernating centaur into her stable, if incomplete, personal dimension.
“There we go. One last-resort backup for later.” Sparkle figured that, in time, she could restructure the face and body enough that it wouldn’t be recognizable as Tirek any more.
She tuned into her hallway, then her apartment. As she walked in, Thorn barreled into her. “Mom! Something’s wrong with me! There’s this drum I keep hearing that won’t go away!”
Sparkle blanched, but then swiftly recovered when she realized that he was referring to the heartbeat that he had never heard before. Even when they had fused as Sparkrovitar all those months ago, Sparkle had already been used to her own heart, and thus Thorn wouldn’t have noticed.
“It’s alright. It’s just your heartbeat.”
“My... heartbeat?”
Sparkle smiled reassuringly. “I’ll fill you in tomorrow, but in short, I fixed the flaw in our soul that kept it from working.”
“Huh...” Thorn put a claw on his chest. “You know how ponies say that love comes from the heart, and that they “know in their heart”? Well, I don’t feel any different.”
“Don’t be silly,” Sparkle said. “Emotions come from the interaction of the soul and the limbic system. The heart has nothing to do with it.”
“Oh.” Thorn’s shoulders sagged in disappointment. “Does that mean I’m alive now?”
“No, you're still my cute little lich,” Sparkle replied. “All a working heart is going to do is make you more awesome. Now, it’s past your bedtime, and I don’t need a cranky monster slowing me down tomorrow.”
At the mention of sleep, the drake yawned. “Sure, Mom. I was having a great dream before you woke me.”
“Sorry,” she replied sheepishly. “Was it the one where you were squishing Canterlot, or the one with Rarity?”
“Both! Rarity was a giant dragoness, and we were rampaging together!”
“It sounds wonderful. Let me get ready for bed, and then I’ll come join you. I saw some really fat nobles when I left that we could snack on,” Sparkle replied, knowing that that was one of her son’s favorite dream pastimes.
“Sounds great, mom!”
Just make sure to warn Twilight that this might come up.
An excellent display of most glorious pwnage on Tirek. Well done
Y'know, when it was revealed what happened with Tirek earlier, I was imagining a helluva showdown coming. This was...
...better. Complete and total domination.
The grit differential between canon Twilight Sparkle and Sparkle is pretty fun to observe.
Knew this was coming. Glorious beatdown with that lovely necromancer plundering the corpse vibe. Fits with that one graph the author posted way back when.
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Actually, considering the upcoming chapters, I've deviated from it a bit. I suppose I'll have to remake it.
Was that slight The Master thematic similarity slash shout-out intentional? Because even if not, kinda neat.
Who gave you the right to make a conversation about rampage, eating ponies, and destruction so cute?!
Nice! Is Sparkle going to think to warn Twilight? Cant wait till tomorrow!
Oh god. Tirek? No problem. Let's just eat him and integrate the rest.
That right there. Frickin hilarious.
Well that was hilariously anti climatic
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Yeeeeaa
That may be important.
while I have many of stories in my active read list, very few make me go
"It updated!"
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and Cobalt pouring over a set of books
it made it’s infrequent run
seized control of tirek’s body
1. Poring.
2. Its.
3. Forgot to capitalise.
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I didn't even know that there was a another spelling of "pouring." I thought they were homonyms, not homophones.
Thanks for that!
Why not do both? Keep the body and tell the truth aboot what happened
>Cobalt pouring over a set of books
Why is he damaging them? ;_;
>then wait until it made it’s infrequent run
*its
y u du dis
>seized control of tirek’s body
kaptial T plsz
>No, your still my cute little lich
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6225814 Yeah, found that out myself a few months ago. The more you know.
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I see your robot cop Jesus, and I raise you one time-travelling alien Jesus.
http://www.overthinkingit.com/2010/11/22/jesus-christ-time-lord/
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I'd actually fixed most of those while you were reading. If you had refreshed the page, you would have seen those fix themselves.
But thanks anyway.
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Even the great and powerful Sparkle can't conceal those things...
I was looking forward to Tirek defeat, I was not disappointed
6225666 well, now we know how she's going to defeat Sombra.
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Can you hear them? the drums... they are coming......
But... That is Tirek's dick... His no doubt old and shriveled dick... How did she manage to give his body an erection? *shivers*
Anyways, lovely chapter. I love it when the enemy is destroyed with little fuss, much more realistic that way. Drawn out fights can be fun, but quick and efficient kills are always better and more interesting to me, not to mention more like real life.
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Gotta love Chameleon Circuit!
6226090 A rhythm of four. The heartbeat of a Time Lord.
Hm...there's a scary thought
Man, Tirek was a chump.
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Tirek's body grows when it gets new magic, and she just injected a whole bunch of magic. Besides, it's her mind in control of it now. That says a lot about what's going on in her brain, doesn't it?
6226418 Good point. Still, the thought of Tirek's dick is sickening. Hilarious as well. Weird combination.
6226345 More that Twilight is a champ than Tirek being a chump.
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I'm shocked nobody noticed you used a revise of 'Enola Gay' for the spell that will return the Crystal Empire, and it's supposed to be a harmless, 'return to reality' spell.
There is no way this is going to end well.
6226556 Care to enlighten me on what that is?
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FINALLY! SOMEBODY NOTICED!
I feel like I was slapping you all in the face with that one, and yet nobody commented.
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Enola Gay
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Geez, I can just imagine in the future Thorn and Sparkle simultaneously saying the words, "Surrender, you will be assimilated."
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Idunno, I thought it was pretty obvious... but I'm also a war/explosives/high-power reactions nerd.
6226956 I didnt comment on it because of how obvious it was. I just assumed everyone else got it too
6226640 it's the name of the bomber that dropped the first atomic bomb on Japan.
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Usaully, any reference to anything ever gets at least a passing mention in the comments by the time I read a chapter. Mostly because I'm usually playing video games and reading on the side while I wait for matches to load up.
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I'm also a nerd, but I didn't notice the reversal.
Maybe it's a cultural difference? It's really interesting when you sometimes stumble upon those little things that you never took for something special/unique, but that simply isn't noticed by someone from another culture.
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Is it weird that a tiny part of myself now wants to get to the US only to end up in a hospital in order to try the food they serve?
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Possibly. I am american, and I happen to think nuclear power is a great stepping stone to far greater power. After all, total conversion to energy is the penultimate expression of power; the only thing greater being conversion of energy directly to matter without waste or loss, to create and sustain.
but that's all about personal philosophy.
Seeing that happen to Tirek was soooo satisfying.
I can imagine if Sparkle told both Celestia's and Twilight about Tirek:
Sparkle: "Yea, so Tirek is out, he might turn into a problem for your side Twi"
Twilight/Celetia(s): "Wait, what happened to your/our sides Tirek?"
Sparkle: "I ran into him on a walk, he picked a fight, and i ate his soul...Sombra is next by the way..."
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In reality, the food's not that bad. It's just low quality ingredients used to produce large amounts of food quickly. It's edible and decent, but you can tell that there's nothing particularly interesting about it. It's a step down from fast-food in taste, but not unreasonable and not entirely deserving of it's reputation.
Or at least, my hospital's food is like that. I don't know about other hospitals.
6227342 so just to make certain the male parts thing is just on tireks body?
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Let me clarify. Sparkle stole Tirek's soul interface, which allows her to control every part of a male centaur body, including his junk. After she got sensitivity in the part, she groped it. Once she jumped back into her own body, she still had the ability to control a male centaur's body, but was in a female pony body.
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Considering it's stated she's basically been sharing her soul interface for one pony body between two bodies (one non-pony) and shored up by natural necromancy, I'm assuming she's going to give a huge portion of Tirek's interface to Thorn? The heart's already mentioned, but centaur fingers to dragon claws, that part, and probably a few other things... So, after all said and done, she'll have extra interfaces for a pair of legs.
Just another step to becoming Sleipnir, eh?
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Two extra pairs of legs, an extra torso, an extra set of junk, extra sensory organs, and other miscellaneous bits and bobs. Thorn had most of his interface, and borrowed some of what Sparkle could spare, so they're left with most of a centaur's worth of extra body parts that they can control on top of what they already have.
I feel like you grafted a lot of half-formed crap onto this story. That includes a whole bunch of bizarre world building like that bit with Tirek. It makes this story less of a good story and more of writer self-gratification. It's hard to like it because of that, even if the Twilight/Spark "duality" thing is kind of interesting. It and a number of things, beyond being annoying, really don't seem essential to the story in any way.
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It's actually less realistic, because it means the author sort of mary sue'd their character in the power department. It's one thing to not dick around with killing your enemy, because they are actually fairly dangerous and if you waited too long you'd weaken and they'd do you in. The situation is entirely different when the writer just deus ex-machina's each problem away.
6228392 It's called a surprise attack. Even the most powerful force can be taken down in one second when taken by surprise. Sparkle has also been enhancing her body with a lot of effort on her part, as well as going through a lot in the process. She isn't a Marry Sue because she has weaknesses and major character flaws, and a Marry Sue by definition isn't someone who is smart and does things effectively, but is someone who everyone loves just because they exist, is super powerful for no good reason, and can do no wrong. Sparkle is none of those things. She may be powerful, but she is only powerful because she worked for it.
Also, Tirek was at his weakest, so he couldn't overcome her.