• Published 21st Jul 2016
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Twilight's First Foals -- Episode II - The Foal of The Origin - One Universe One story



Twilight found she was the Origin of all magic in Equestria. And in doing so found out she was the technical mother of a foal created by magic. How will she care for this foal and how will Twilight's life continue to change?

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Chapter Four - Chaos on Day One

“No! Not yet!” Contact exclaimed before screaming in pain as his form changed.

His form change to that of Discord’s. The only difference was: Contact’s figure was completely equine.

“I didn’t mean to call you, Discord,” he said in a slightly deeper voice.

“Cool! Contact’s a shapeshifter!” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“He’s not a shapeshifter, he’s the only creature composed completely of magic,” Discord said,

“Discord, why did you tell them?” Contact asked as he reverted to his normal day form.

“It seems fitting that the oldest creature, besides the princesses of course, gets the respect it deserves,” Discord answered.

“What if I didn’t want them to know? Did you stop and think of that?”

“Yeah~. no. Not really, no.”

“WELL, I DIDN’T!” Contact yelled.

“Why humble yourself before foals when you are the most powerful creature in all of Equestria?”

“BECAUSE! Mother wanted me to…”

“Mother? I thought you were created by magic!”

“I was… by Twilight’s magic… amongst others.”

“Your mother is Twilight?” Cheerilee asked after fully recovering from what was going on. “She only told me she was looking after her cousin.”

“If you had checked the royal register, you would have found that her parents are both an ‘only child’,” Contact replied.

“Oh,” Cheerilee replied, astounded by Contact’s knowledge.

Contact then changed form into a Siren with brilliant Gold scales, a Bright Lavender fin running down it’s back, Light Cerulean hooves, and Faded Pale left eye with a Faded Cobalt left.

Every pony in the room, with the exception of the C.M.C., The Twins, and Discord, gasped at the change and began running toward the schoolhouse door only for everypony, except The Twins and Discord, to freeze where they were from being mesmerized by Contact’s voice.

She sung a short song about not being able to remember and reverted back to her Day Form. “Discord, I’m only going to ask once: Please leave,” he said.

“Oh, fine,” Discord said before vanishing.

After this, every pony returned to their normal positions during a school day and class resumed.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

“Okay, class which one of you can tell me where Discord lives?” Cheerilee asked and not a moment later Discord appeared.

“You called?” he asked as he looked at the surprised teacher.

“Discord, she did not call you. She only asked if we knew where you lived,” Nix said as she facehoofed.

“Miss Cheerilee, may I be excused?” Contact asked after a strange feeling rushed over him.

“Um, certainly, just be back in time for this evening's quiz starter,” Cheerilee said before Contact rushed out the front of the school building.

“That energy… it's Control for sure…” he thought to himself as he quickly galloped to Twilight's Castle.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

“Connie, I'll not fight you!” Somber said as he stood between Chrysalis and Control.

“Don’t call me ‘Connie’! Now, out of the way, worm! Right now my quarrel is not with you!” she yelled back.

“Somber, Chrysalis, out of the way!” Contact said as he burst through the front door.

“And just what are you going to do, foal?” Control asked in a rather perturbed manner as she turned to face Contact and pointed her crooked and gnarled sword at him.

Contact stomped his right forehoof on the floor When he raised it again, his stone chest came out of the floor. He then opened the chest and put on the upper right forehoof’s leg ring and transformed.

His form was of a silver mecha with green lines around the eyes in a microchip fashion. His wings were mechanical and were the colours Cobalt and Crimson. His eyes and the lines on his horn were an illuminated Black.

“Is that supposed to scare me? I’ve seen sca-”

Suddenly, swords of many shapes and sizes began coming out of Contact's back. He reached for a sword and rushed at Control. He missed her, purposefully, as to warn her.

“Ha! You couldn't hit the broadside of a-” Control said before seeing a strand of her mane floating towards the floor. “I will be back! Count on it!” she said before making a hasty retreat.

“Contact, thank you!” Chrysalis said as she walked over to the colt.

“It was nothing. Now, I have to get back to school, sorry,” he said in a computerized voice before removing the leg ring, reverting to his Day Form, and darting out the front door.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

“Okay, students, time for the quiz,” Cheerilee said. “Please use type two ink an-”

“Sorry, I am late, Miss Cheerilee,” Contact said as he came rushing through the schoolhouse door.

“You're not late, Contact, just tardy,” she replied. “Now, where was I?”

“Use type two ink,” Apple Bloom said.

“Ah, yes. Contact, did you bring your vial of type two ink like I asked Twilight to tell you?” Cheerilee asked.

“Yes, Miss Cheerilee,” he replied as he raised a vial of ink and a small pointed stick, which looked like a pencil, out of the saddlebags he left in the school before his confrontation with Control.

“Alrighty then. This week's quiz is about everything you know about the Badlands,” Cheerilee said after pulling out a map of Equestria and pointed to the Badlands. “I expect your rough draft to have full sentences, paragraphs, and correct grammar and punctuation,” she said as the students pulled out sheets of parchment and began writing.

“Miss Cheerilee, how long do we have before we turn them in?” Diamond Tiara asked.

“You have until four o'clock,” she replied.

“Two hours?!? That's hardly enough for a paragraph!” Silver Spoon commented.

“The I suggest you be quiet and start writing,” she responded in a more stern tone rather than her usually cheerful tone.

“Yes, Miss Cheerilee,” Diamond and Silver replied simultaneously.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

“Miss Cheerilee, I'm finished,” Contact said after raising his right forehoof.

“Bring it to me and you may leave for today,” Cheerilee replied as she looked up at Contact.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied before doing as told.

Cheerilee then looked at the clock and saw it had only been half an hour. “Um, Contact, it's only been half an hour. How are you through with your rough draft?” she asked.

“I can do anything if I set my mind to it,” he replied.

“Well, I guess I can accept that answer,” she responded before Contact left.