One Bolt, Many Questions

by Boltsinger

Discord's Day Out

Another Tuesday, another invitation to Fluttershy’s for tea with her and Discord. Boltsinger had refrained from coming for a couple weeks, as he didn’t want to intrude on her time with Discord, but this week felt different. It was time to get to know Discord a little better, and the best way to do so was to go where he knew he would be.

As the orange pony knocked on the door, hoofsteps were heard, Fluttershy opening the door swiftly.

“Oh, hello, Boltsinger. I’m glad you could make it today.” She said, stepping aside for him to come in.

“Good to be here.” He replied, trotting into the living room. Discord was sitting on the couch in his normal form, rather than disguised as anything like last time. “Discord.” He nodded in the Draconequus’ direction.

Discord looked over indifferently. “Oh, we have a guest?” He said, casually sipping tea. “Oh, hello, Cloud...something.” He looked at his bird talon, as if checking their sharpness.

“It’s Boltsinger.” he corrected.

“Oh, yes, that. Here to deliver a message of some kind and be on your way?” Discord wondered.

“No, Discord. He’s here for tea.” Fluttershy corrected. “I invited him over.”

“Oh…” Discord responded. “Wonderful…” He slumped into the sofa, literally melting into the crevices between the cushions.

Boltsinger chuckled and pulled up a chair, reaching for a teacup. Fluttershy proceeded to serve her guest, and they conversed about various topics. Occasionally, Discord would materialize and chime in, but the moment Boltsinger would turn to speak to him, he’d scoff and ignore him.

An hour into their visit, Boltsinger’s pendant lit up. “Well, that’s new... “ He noted. His wings began to tense up, sparks coming out of them while his Cutie Mark crackled. “Oh… Um… I need to go!”

Discord appeared behind him. “Oh? Leaving so soon?” He began pushing him to the door as his electricity shot out. “Goodbye! Arrivederci! So long and thanks for all the oats!”

Boltsinger’s forelegs bent as his wings prepared to take flight. Discord grabbed each electrified wing with his claws, moving them in an attempt to imitate a flapping motion.

“Come on, then! Hurry up and FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYyyyyyy!” Boltsinger took off in the last word, Discord still holding onto his wings.

Boltsinger looked back after taking flight, where he saw Discord waving in the wind behind him like a flag, holding onto his wings with the discharge seeming to cling his claws into place. “Discord?! How are you here?”

“I don’t know!” he told him, dumbfounded. “I just can’t let go for some reason!” He struggled his way up to put his head closer to the stallion’s. “What does this mean?!”

“It means you’re in for a long ride…” Boltsinger explained. “I’m not gonna stop flying until I hit my destination.”

Discord relaxed his arms, falling back while still clutched onto Boltsinger’s wings. He closed his eyes, creating a bright white flash that did… nothing.

“Well, that’s odd…” Discord noted. “Normally when that happens, I disappear and go wherever I’m thinking of… What’s going on here?” He looked at his claws, still tightly gripping the rapidly flapping wings. He extended his eyeballs to get a closer look, noticing that there was an electrical current running through them. He groaned, settling into the situation as an apple flew back and hit him in the face.

“Food for the trip.” Boltsinger stated, closing his eyes as he put his bag back into his mane.

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Two days later, in the bustling metropolis of Fillydelphia, a crowd was gathering around a neighborhood comedy club. A lanky Earth Pony stallion with a white coat with a two-tone messy green mane and tail stood in front. His Cutie Mark featured numerous “HA”s in a single word bubble. He wore a bright purple jacket and held a microphone close with a foreleg, the crowd laughing hysterically.

“And now, The last comedian of the night… “ Another pony came from backstage, whispering into his ear. “What do you mean he isn’t here? What about the pony pox?”

CRASH! The ground rumbled with a loud noise in the back of the building. The electrical equipment surged for a second, and the crowd gasped.

“Ummm… Give me just a moment, everypony! I’m going to see what that was!” The white stallion ran, full bore, to the scene of the crash, where an orange Pegasus and a strange creature that was an amalgamation of all sorts of other creatures were laying in an extremely embarrassing position. “What in Celestia’s name is going on here?! What are you two doing backstage?!”

Discord raised his head, looking around the room. “We’ve landed? Finally! How long has it been?!” He raised his claws, seeing them no longer stuck to Boltsinger’s wings. “YYYYYES!!!” He snapped his claws, vanishing in his usual white flash. As quickly as he vanished, electricity formed in the air, forcing Discord to appear again, looking surprised. “Oh this is just getting old!!!”

Boltsinger opened his eyes, climbing to his hooves and looking around. “Backstage somewhere, huh?” He began as Discord grabbed him by the wings with his magic, floating him up into the air in front of him.

“What have you done?! Why can’t I get back to Fluttershy?!” Discord pulled the Pegasus in close, his face fraught with anger. To his surprise, Boltsinger looked unfazed by the display of power, and looked him in the eye with less expression than Pinkie Pie's sister.

“Well, you flew here with me and you can’t get away. That probably means that I’m gonna need your help in whatever it is we have to do here.” He told him. “Until we’re done with whatever it is, you’re stuck with me.”

Discord opened his mouth, but coughed. He let go of Boltsinger, clutching his throat, then coughed louder, causing a slew of fruit bats to fly out. “All right! All right! Fine!!!” He straightened his posture. “What do we have to do?!”

Boltsinger landed quickly. “I dunno yet. I’ve only talked to you since we landed.”

The green-maned pony looked at the two, his mouth agape. “Are… you two here to help, or something?”

Boltsinger turned to the Earth Pony. “I guess so. Do you need help with sound, some kind of microphone or megaphone, or someone to do a kind of performance?”

The stallion nodded profusely and ran up to the Pegasus. “YES! I need somepony to fill in for a comedian that couldn’t make it! How funny are you guys?”

“Funny?” Discord repeated. His face lit up like a foal on Hearth's Warming. “You want funny? I can do funny!”

The Earth Pony perked up immediately. “Great! The name is Guffle! I’ll introduce you two to the crowd. You got an act?”

“Give us a few minutes.” Boltsinger said. He put a hoof around Discord as the two whispered back and forth.

Several minutes later, Guffle appeared back onstage. “All right, folks, The last comedian of the night wasn’t able to make it. But we got a replacement! It’s a reeeeeeal treat! You’ll be yukkin’ so much your tails’ll fall off! Here they are… The Electriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic MAAAAAAAAYHEEEEEEEEEEEEM!!!” Guffle raised a hoof, backing off the stage as Boltsinger came on, tapping the mic.

“So, is this thing on?” He asked, looking out at the crowd. “So, I just flew in from Ponyville, and this is where you would expect me to say ‘boy are my wings tired!’ Right?” The crowd looked at one another, then back at the stage, many of them shrugging. “Well, you’d be wrong! But, I did get a pret~ty bad headache when I landed!” The crowd looked relatively unamused. Boltsinger looked around. He used a wing to give his pendant a little tug. “Yeesh… Tough crowd…” He grasped the mic with a wing, holding it to his muzzle as he walked. “So, I’ve got this friend. He goes by the name ‘Discord’. He thinks he’s the most hisssssss-terical being in all of reality!” Boltsinger walked to the edge of the stage. “He’d probably take that as some kind of cue to try to slither on stage…” From behind Boltsinger, something slithered onto the stage. “And then he’d take up a position behind… me…” He gestured behind himself with his free wing, pointing at Discord, who was coiled up behind him without his limbs. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” He said with a completely straight face. Discord was reared up, looking like he was going to bite, but slumped over.

“Oh, you’re no fun, Bolt!” Discord returned to normal, holding a mic of his own. The crowd went into hysterics. Boltsinger and Discord looked each other in the eye, smirking as they turned their attention to the crowd.

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Half an hour later, at the Castle of Friendship, Fluttershy and Twilight were looking at the map, where Boltsinger’s Cutie Mark was hovering over Fillydelphia. It flickered off and on. Twilight and Fluttershy looked at it intently, concern evident in their faces. As the mark disappeared, Fluttershy let out a high-pitched scream.

Fluttershy fell to the floor, tears welling up in her eyes while Twilight comforted her friend, looking at the map in shock. She raised a hoof to the map, getting ready to cry out, herself… Then…

POOF.

In a white flash, Boltsinger and Discord appeared in the center of the room, laughing their rumps off.

“And then I said ‘Orange you glad I’ve changed?!’” Discord told the stallion, still in hysterics. “It was a little strange when they started their own little inside jokes, but every time I think back on it, it’s just too funny!” He wiped a tear away from his eye, finally calming down. “Oh, hello, ladies!”

Boltsinger calmed himself, looking around the room. “Huh? When did we get back to the castle?” He looked at Twilight, whose hoof was still extended with tears welling up in her eyes. Fluttershy was lifting her head from Twilight’s shoulder, looking at the two that had just appeared. “Are you girls all right? You look like you just saw a ghost!”

Twilight’s face went from concern and shock to completely stern as she turned her attention towards Discord. “DISCORD!” She shouted, her voice blowing Discord’s face to the back of his head. She scowled and flew over him, looking him in the relaxed upside-down face from the same perspective. “What happened?! I know that Boltsinger had one of his flights, but why did his Cutie Mark disappear from the map?!”

Discord twirled his claw as his face returned to normal, walking over to the Princess’ throne and plopping down onto it. “Oh, Twilight, isn’t it obvious?” He pointed to Boltsinger. “It’s because he’s here.”

Boltsinger stepped off of the map, walking over to Fluttershy. “So, Fluttershy, you know how when I last ‘took off’, Discord was holding onto my wings?” Fluttershy nodded, wiping her nose. “Well, he pretty much went with me on the whole ride. He was even a part of the thing I was basically brought there to do.” He turned to Twilight. “And, if it makes you feel any better, doing comedy together really helped our friendship!

Twilight pointed at Discord, and then Boltsinger, not believing a word of it. “You two… did comedy together?”

“Oh, yes!” Discord affirmed. “It was quite enjoyable! We performed a two-man comedy act! Bolt here was the straight-man to my joker! Why, his delivery was so spot-on that the whole act just…” He snapped his claws, causing some kind of cursor to appear in the air and clicking on Boltsinger. “Clicked!” Boltsinger was lifted into the air by the cursor, laughing alongside Discord.

Twilight looked at the two, her mouth hanging open as she lowered herself to the floor, placing her rump down. Fluttershy wiped her tears away completely, laughing and flying next to Discord. Boltsinger flew over to Twilight and sat next to her, pushing her mouth closed with her hoof. She looked at the stallion and smiled as Discord lifted him up again with the magical cursor, everypony in the room beginning to laugh as hard as any audience.

Comments

[HeartfireFirebrand]

“Well, that’s odd…” Discord noted. “Normally when that happens, I disappear and go wherever I’m thinking of… What’s going on here?” He looked at his claws, still tightly gripping the rapidly flapping wings. He extended his eyeballs to get a closer look, noticing that there was an electrical current running through them. He groaned, settling into the situation as an apple flew back and hit him in the face.

Wait so Boltsinger's fly away power exceeds Discord's chaos powers.

[Mare Luna]

Discord appeared behind him. “Oh? Leaving so soon?” He began pushing him to the door as his electricity shot out. “Goodbye! Arrivederci! So long and thanks for all the oats!”

Hitchiklker's Guide -- Discord was a dolphin at some point?

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The magic of friendship does strange things sometimes...

[Luckyfanisaac]

“And, if it makes you feel any better, doing comedy together really helped our friendship!“(——