A very ancient chaotic magic has been unleashed upon the world, the kind of magic that would make Discord green with envy, and on top of that, this magic is going to bring out the madness in everyone.
For the longest time Sunset believed that the only magic that was in the human world was just the magic that she brought over to it. She didn't believe that there had actually been magic before. Nor did she believe that said magic only needed a small push to release itself again. But now evidence to that fact has come in the shape of a small wooden mask, a mask that grants the truest desires of the individual wearing it, releasing their truest selves without filter upon the world. And for good, or bad, this insanity is going to spread its influence one life at a time.
Magic, the word once brought images of illusionists, great stage performers that tickled the senses, and tricked the mind with slight of hand, some mirrors, and lots of prep time. But shortly after the portal to another world was found it was obvious that magic was a tangible force. That magical spells existed, and people could transform into strange new beings without issue. The mundane no longer had the choke hold it did on the world. Now there was evidence of the existence of something more than the drab and dreary daily grind.
Perhaps it was the fact that belief in magic that gave it power, or maybe it was simply waiting in the wings, but regardless magic from what was once believed to be a purely mundane world presented itself in the most unlikely of ways. It was the final year of highschool for Sunset Shimmer, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Applejack, and Rarity. As such it was also the graduation year for Sunny Flare, Indigo Zapp, Sour Sweet, Lemon Zest, Sugarcoat, and Second Person.
For Crystal Prep the graduation was more of a standing tradition, a mark determining the final days of what could be considered a childhood, and marking the beginning steps into adulthood. In Canterlot High it was much the same, with the exception of a Violator Cupcake monster that was created by leaking equestrian magic that happened to inhabit and animate a collection of cupcakes that had been made.
“Cupcakes aren’t supposed to do that!” Sunset Shimmer screamed as the tentacle beast wrapped around her, laughing, holding her above the ground.
The cupcakes themselves had joined together to form a single being, and it had apparently taken the abridged lessons of how to become a nineteen nineties hentai tentacle monster. Luckily the gems, mixed with their own pony up powers, were managing to slow it down, and she could see the very magic that formed it was slowly leaking out. Still, she was being suspended, half naked, with two tentacles being way too familiar.
No one could blame them for never noticing a softly glowing wooden mask. After all, there was a candy colored, gigantic, hentai inspired cupcake tentacle monster that was currently attempting to violate Sunset Shimmer, that had managed to drag head of horticulture club, and prize flower organizer, Roseluck from the green house with her screaming “The horror, the Horror!” at the top of her lungs until she passed out.
No one noticed the mask, no one paid it any mind. After all, it had been found in the river, cleaned, and slapped onto an art project by Sandlewood. The project, aptly called ‘Trash - Man’ was bringing notice to the amount of pollution found in the river of Canterlot City. Of course he had no idea what the mask truly was. After all, it had simply been floating along on the river itself connected to a few trashbags, a couple of old torn workshirts, and some old fishing line that managed to come together to almost make a humanoid shape. Thus, it was the inspiration for the art piece.
It was an art piece that managed to get him the passing grade he needed to actually graduate without having to attend summer school, and of course that was the graduation that was currently being interrupted by the tentacle monster that had went from attempting to violate Sunset Shimmer, and Roseluck, to aggressively attempting to violate Sunset Shimmer and Roseluck. In an attempt to save as many students as possible, and to keep out of the way of the girls handling the crisis, Principal Celestia had everyone enter into the school, getting away from the tentacle monster that was intending on living out its hentai dreams.
Entering into the school everyone watched from the perceived safety of the large glass doors, and unfortunately it stretched back far enough that some couldn’t see out. Such was the luck of Wallflower Blush and Wiz kid. The two of them couldn’t see, and in an attempt to politely move forward the art projects were bumped into.
At first it appeared that no damage was done, but sadly that was not the case. As the sound of something clattering to the floor could be heard. Wallflower looked at the mask, its glowing inner surface was practically speaking to her, and she lifted it up. She looked at the inside of it, no longer interested in the world outside, and she could practically hear the promises of anything she could ever want.
She grinned, pulled the mask on and a jolt of energy shot through her. The mask became a living being, wrapping around her head, causing her to scream in fear, and she attempted to pull it off, only for it to remain in place, enclosing around her head with ease. She felt herself spin in place, but not a quiet, soft spin, but instead it was as if her body was attempting to reproduce an imitation of a hurricane or tornado. Lighting began to flash around her, and she felt her body change shapes.
She’d never been exactly blessed with classic beauty looks. Her chest was always a little flat, she was thin, but not exactly in shape, and her hips were a little narrow. She felt her hips widen, her breasts grew like two water balloons, and she felt her waist draw in on itself until it was practically gone. In truth, the way she looked was physically impossible. She, on some internal level, understood that her body shape was that of an oversexualized cartoon from the golden age of animation.
Her clothes changed as well. No longer was she wearing her striped sweater and blue jeans. They transformed into a flowing red dress that was slit up the side until it reached just below her panty line. The spinning stopped, and she didn’t feel dizzy, instead she felt amazing! She felt powerful, she felt sexy, she felt beyond amazing. Her brown eyes shined with mischief and she laughed.
“It’s party time!” she exclaimed, “That’s P A R T Y, because I gotta!”
With a laugh she looked above her, jumped, while reaching behind her back, and pulled a sledge hammer from the very voids of space where the fifth dimension, the dimension where imagination ruled all, existed and slammed through the roof of the school and landed on top of it. She looked at the cupcake monster, seeing the destruction, and a slight frown appeared on her face.
“Hey! No fair having all of the fun yourself!” she shouted.
To its credit the newly formed hentai nightmare heard the sound of something new, looked up, and saw the overly sexualized new prey. It puffed itself up, ready to take her own, only to find that its new prey had reached behind its back and pulled out what looked like balloons. It continued to attempt to violate the two girls in its grasp while the others attacked it, but it was confused as to what this new prey was doing. Until the new prey had tied the balloons into the shape of anvil. It jumped, effortlessly, over it, and the balloons popped creating a very real anvil, with the words ACME Corporation on the side, which the new prey then dropped onto the cupcake monster.
The force of the anvil drop was great enough that Sunset was thrown free of the cupcake monster, and at the same time so was Roseluck. Seeing Roseluck heading toward the building the Mask, which was currently Wallflower’s unleashed ID, rocketed forward as fast as she could. She hit the wall of the school, indenting the brick, knocking much of it loose, and she pulled herself away from it with a laugh. She shook, giggled, and looked at the falling Roseluck again. She reached behind her again, and this time she pulled out the single largest coconut cream pie ever known to man. It was eight foot wide, six foot deep, and was simply made to perfection. Roseluck hit it dead in the center and the cool coconut center managed to slow her, absorb the impact perfectly and of course spray coconut cream pie all over the seven girls who stood in awe of what just happened.
The mask put the tin down with a very knocked out Roseluck inside of it, fished her out, and then looked at the others as they stood there.
“Wow, looks like I cream pied all of you, and I didn’t even go futa!”
They stood there, but Pinkie Pie giggled, “Silly, the author of this story might be cool with the idea of having a lesbian orgy when the plot line calls for it, but that is so not this moment!” she laughed, “and besides, he figures that you’re most likely going to hook up with Party Favor, because he really compliments you because you’re kind of quite and reserved, and he’s an extravert on a huge scale!”
“Eh, maybe,” the Mask said, “but right now Mama wants to go clubbin!”
With that she laughed, once again reached behind her, and pulled a nineteen ninety-six Harley Davidson FLSTF Fatboy out from the same place the sledge hammer, balloons that became the anvil, and the gigantic coconut cream pie had come from. She hopped onto it, her clothes changing mid jump from the revealing red dress to white motorcycle suit with a cape behind it, the edges covered in mock flames, and the note, this suit belongs to Evel Knievel, don’t touch! Sewn onto it. She started to motorcycle, and then sped off from the group of girls.
“Ummm, Sunset, darling, what kind of Equestrian Magic was that?” Rarity asked.
Sunset stood, pulling her pants up, which was now filled with frosting, and shook her head, “I have no idea, but we can’t let her get too far, whatever that thing is, I’m sure that it’s most likely dangerous, I mean did you see it bring everything out from practically nowhere?!”
The girls ran to the van that Pinkie Pie had bought, which was an older Volkswagen minibus that had seen three owners, over two hundred thousand miles, and more garage bands inside of it than anyone could truly guess. It started on the second try, and then they took off in the direction that the motorcycle had headed. It was too early for clubbing, there wasn’t any that was actively open. But the direction they were heading wasn’t exactly a clubbing area. It was an area of gated communities, well to do individuals that held socially acceptable positions of power in the local area.
They saw the motorcycle, which had somehow been buried into the back of a school bus, which had been flipped up on its side, and the word painted, in bright pink, “I used the backdoor!” Pinkie Pie couldn’t help but giggle. They looked at Crystal Prep Academy, and the seven of them heard the sound of shouts and screams from inside. They rushed in and found Wallflower Blush on the ground. She was groaning, but looked unharmed. They could see the clothes she was wearing, which had been the white motorcycle suit, was slowly turning back into her own clothes.
“W..what happened?” she asked as she looked up.
“We’re not sure,” Sunset said, “but whatever it is has gotten loose over here.”
“Somebody Spank Me!” a voice shouted with a laugh from deep inside of the school.
Crystal Prep was a multitude of things. It was a formidable facility dedicated to the molding of young minds for a future set in path by their parents, business owners, and civic leaders. It was a highly regarded Five A school private school, which meant that it could handle a large number of students, offered the most advanced curriculum, and had the most up to date texts available to the civilian education market. To say that it was a cut above other schools would be an understatement that could, and would, take the cake of all understatements.
However, the one thing that Crystal Prep lacked in was the Magical Attack Preparation Plan, as developed and enacted by Principal Celestia. Such plan followed other protocols, to be sure, but it also had specifical details on where to send students, which councillors would have the students best interests at heart, and would, of course, be willing to keep an open mind, and of course a closed mouth about the ongoings at the school itself. The councillors Principal Celestia had chosen were mostly those who were left overs of a dying breed that had been teenagers in the 1960’s.
They had experimented with various lifestyles and ideals that their minds were open, and they absolutely understood the idea of keeping their mouths shut. After all, the last thing that any one of them wanted to do was alert the man onto something strange that seemed to work itself out fine. Plus, having grown up in the sixties they completely understood how the government would work toward something it didn’t understand. Unfortunately Principal Abacus Cinch had never made those contacts. She didn’t have the magical preparation plan, because her students were exposed to it only once, and that was at Canterlot High.
Instead, she had resigned herself to deal with issues as they came. Tradition was far more important to her than whatever supernatural aliment was happening at Canterlot High. Her students would simply remain separate, and at no time would they engage with Canterlot High’s students unless it was deemed absolutely necessary.
It was for this reason, and none other, that Crystal Prep was caught with its metaphorical pants down, bent over, with its cheeks spread. The moment a girl with a strange elastic looking green mask covering all of her head, except for a small area where dark green hair stuck out in a ponytail. She wore a white leather motorcycle suit that had flames stitched into the seams, a cape flowing behind her, and the note this suit belongs to Evel Knievel, don’t touch! Sewn onto it. She let out a laugh as she began to strut down the hall of the school as if she had belonged there.
Upper Crust saw the unknown newcomer, realized that no one else was going to say a word, and stepped forward. She looked at Jet Set who nodded, and ran to tell the security guard. She studied the girl, uncertain of who she was, but figuring that she must have come from Canterlot High. After all, she looked to be their type.
“Excuse me,” she said, “But your kind aren’t allowed here.”
The girl looked at her, smiled brightly, and managed to slide her left foot toward the right, doing a perfect split, picked herself up, and then reached behind her, pulling out two maracas from someplace that Upper Crust couldn’t see, understand, or want to understand. The girl then shook the maracas, and as she did music began to pump through the PA system.
“They call me Cuban Sweet,” she began, “I’m the master of the Rumba beat.”
Within seconds Upper Crust was dancing the rumba, her top missing, she was laughing, singing, and practically everyone else in the hall had joined in. The entire hall was a mess of discarded uniforms, scantily dressed teenagers, and all of them dancing a style of dance to a genre of music that’s only reference to any of them were some old golden age of animation cartoons in which a wolf was attempting to pick up an attractive redhead. Yet somehow all of them were dancing on beat, singing perfectly with every line, and more to the point it was pulling other people out of class rooms.
The sound of the music, the magic of the dancing, and the inspired singing found its way toward the administration offices and caused Principal Abacus Cinch to step out of her office, and into a liability nightmare. At this point there were at least a hundred students, all in violation of the dress code, dancing the rumba, singing a ridiculous song, and making a mockery of Crystal Prep! She stepped forward, completely planning on taking the bull by the horns, returning order and tradition where it belonged, and ensuring that the guilty party be expelled for this massive disruption. That was her plan, but then Principal Cinch had never personally been forced to deal with magic with the exception of the Friendship Games.
She had no idea of knowing that there were two magics working together, and one was feeding the other. Harmony magic gripped her, and soon she was singing the ridiculous song, her jacket open, her power heels forgotten, and there was the security guard who was holding onto her as he danced the rumba with her. It spread past her, infecting all that came into contact with it, and one teenage girl that had managed to go back onto her meds and keep the hallucinations at bay was wondering if all of this was real.
Beside her, her best friends were dancing, all looking uncertain, but belting out a song they had never heard before a day in their lives. She saw her boyfriend near her, glad to have him, and watched as he moved further into the mess of teenage bodies. He moved toward the girl dressed in the motorcycle suit, waving the maracas, and he felt his hands reach up. A sort of pull directed him, and he grabbed the back of the mask. It came off easily in his hands, and the girl fell to the ground. Everyone slowed, stopped, and he looked at the back of the mask. He could hear the promises.
He could be as athletic as his brother First, he could be anything and everything that Sour could ever want. He could be as popular as he ever wanted to be, and he would have the power to change his parents if he wanted. It would grant him his every single desire, everything he could ever want, and he just had to put it on. He lifted it, and like with Wallflower Blush it latched onto him. He let out a yelp of surprise, but he didn’t fight it as it surrounded him with a rainbow. When it cleared he was slightly taller, his muscles now defined to the point that it looked cartoonish and fake, and he was wearing a latex bodysuit with zippers near his crotch. The mask itself had reached deep into his truest self, and unleashed that upon the world.
He laughed maniacally, sounding more like a cartoon villain from something that his uncle might have watched on saturday mornings back when he was a kid. He moved faster than he’d ever moved in his life, faster than most people could ever move, and in truth fast enough that it caused the very tiled floor under him to crack, break, and go flying with each step. He skidded to a stop near Sour Sweet, causing her eyes to widen as she took in the form before her.
He changed from the full latex bodysuit, to that of a pair of white slacks, form fitting blue shirt, French beret on the side of his head, and his abnormally large and sparkling white teeth were shown in the most over exaggerated smile she had ever seen.
“Ah, my Sour Sweetheart, come with me, and I shall fulfill your every desire,” he said moving toward her, “We shall live in a palace of pure love and sex, with a heavy helping of sex, and it shall never end.”
She backed up, “Second?” she asked, “Is… is my medicine not working?”
He moved closer to her, his smile actually touching the corners of his eyes, “No, they’re working, but I can be everything now,” he said, “With these powers I can be a superhero!”
He laughed, “I can protect the innocent, right wrongs, promote world peace and total equality regardless of gender, ethnic background, and financial standing!” he exclaimed before he looked at her, and he stepped closer to her, boxing her in, invading her personal space, and being a bit more aggressive as she stated that she thought he should be from time to time, “but first I want to do like we discussed in our world history, divide and conquer, Je t'adore, Je t'adore, Je t’a window, I don’t care!”
He expected a few things, and one of the things he expected happened. Sour slapped him, and of course his new found powers, and maniac responses, reacted as one would think they would. His entire face turned toward the direction of the slap, his cheek practically warped around his nose and mouth before righting itself, and he looked back at her.
“You are so coy, I love it!”
“You’re acting like an unhinged lunatic right now,” Sugarcoat said, “And honestly it is frightening everyone.”
He looked at her, “Ah, direct to the point,” he said as he spun and when he stopped he was dressed in a charcoal gray suit, a pair of glasses adorned his face, and there was a fake cigar in his fingers, “I believe that the father of psychotherapy would be proud of you.”
Sugarcoat stepped back, uncertain of what was going to happen next. With the other girl, she had just appeared and all of them had danced and sang. It was like a party, and almost like she was living out some kind of fantasy where she was the very life of the party. With Second it was odd. He seemed focused on Sour, but he was reacting to all of them in an incredibly over the top fashion. He moved from her, his clothes altering and changing again, changing into a dog collar, leash, pair of spandex boxers that fit way too well, and the leash curled up into Sour’s hand as she stood there.
“Second?”
He grinned at her, turned around, and grabbed his ankles, “Somebody Spank Me!”
He was insane, completely certifiable, and on top of that he was doing things that shouldn't be possible. For Sour it was almost as if the hallucinations had begun all over again. Hitting him had no effect, well that wasn’t completely true. It did have an effect. It caused him to squeal with glee and beg for her to do it again. She couldn’t run because he was faster than she was. He could pop out of thin air, which he’d done twice already, and she was beginning to see that his powers seemed to be tied to the same abilities that old cartoons had. If it was funny, he could do it.
It didn’t help that with it being Second everyone was experiencing a drive and need to become masochist. There were entire groups of teenagers who were begging each other to hit, slap, pinch, and God knew what else to each other. At least with the other girl it was everyone was just singing and dancing. She finally looked at him, reached forward, and touched his face, hoping that she could reach him, and she saw his eyes focus on her for a moment. He reached back and started to pull it off, with looked like all of his might, and she could see the mask coming off.
She pulled with him, until it ripped off and she fell on her butt. She looked at it, and it was nothing more than an old wooden mask. It was green in color, but it looked ancient. Almost like something that belonged in a museum. It glowed a soft green, and she turned it around. The inside of the mask was polished, slick, and she could hear a new voice, one that she had never heard before, and it was promising her that she never had to suffer again. If she put it on she would never suffer from losing herself, and she would get all that she ever wanted.
She lifted the mask, before anyone could stop her, and she felt it wrap around her face. She didn’t scream, but instead there was a soft whimper as it enclosed around her head until only a ponytail remained out. She stood, her eyes vibrant, bright, and suddenly she felt too constricted in the school uniform. She looked at Second, and a smile crossed her face. She had intended it to be something small, sweet, demure, but instead it was a smile that stretched completely across her face, almost making her head look as though it was hinged together and could flip backward to reveal the teeth and tongue at any moment.
“Come here daddy, mama needs some sugar!”
“Sour?”
She laughed, her suit changing into leggings and a sweatshirt, but in both cases the colors are outrageously loud. The leggings were a neon green, the sweat shirt was a school bus yellow, and beside her shadows began to form. Her eyes were the same ones that Second seen react with so much emotion. They were frantic, on the verge of insanity, but at the same time each shadow that formed she became less frantic. He watched as the shadows began to fill in, and there were other forms of her. Each one was in a corresponding set of leggings and sweatshirt. The one to her left was wearing a red and white striped sweatshirt, a pair of barbie pink leggings, and she had the most intense case of resting bitch face he’d ever seen in his life.
On her right was one wearing a sky blue pair of leggings, a white sweatshirt that had its arms tied around its waist and in the back like a straight jacket, and that version was giggling and making kissie faces at Second. Right behind her was one that seemingly changed the leggings and sweatshirt for a leather bodice, a pair of knee high stripper boots, fishnet stockings, and a pair of black leather panties with little lipstick kisses around the edges. That version was holding a whip in her right hand and a pair of handcuffs in her left.
“Sour…” he started before the resting bitch face version of her slammed her fist into his stomach.
“You made me worry about you!”
The one wearing the sweatshirt/straight jacket pushed past her resting bitch face counterpart and kissed him.
“It’s okay though, because I love you, and we had some amazing sex, and I told everybody that you took my v-card.”
Her friends stood confused, looking at one another, and watched as the bodice wearing one pushed in closer, “Want to do it right here again hotstuff? We can have a freakers ball, right here, just me, me, me, myself, and you.”
The resting bitch face one shook her head, “Uh, no! I am not letting him fuck me in the middle of the hallway at school, his dick isn’t that magical!”
The sweatshirt/straight jacket one looked at her resting bitch face counterpart, “Uh huh, it is so!” she exclaimed, “After all, I want to have a daughter with him!”
Second looked at them, and it started to become clear that what he was seeing wasn’t multiple Sour Sweets, but instead it was her personality. He knew that she suffered from Schizophrenia, she’d talked to him about it, and she explained that she was taking the medication needed to deal with it, but whatever this mask was, whatever kind of magic it was, he understood, on some level, that it was bringing out their deepest selves. With Sour it was bringing out her truest self in different bodies. She wasn’t having to deal with the threat of voices, or hallucinations, but instead it had separated all of that for her.
He touched the resting bitch face version first, causing her to look at him, the resting bitch face faltering for a moment before she looked away, “Idiot,” she huffed.
He then looked at the more manic one, and he touched her arm. She leaned into him kissing him and he realized that she had somehow gotten a tongue that was far longer than any human tongue had the right to be. He felt it slip into his mouth, slide to the back of his mouth, and then down his throat. She pulled back, grinning, “Oooo, that was fun!” she exclaimed, “No wonder you like it when I do that to your…”
The resting bitch face Sour touched her shoulder, “My friends are here, stop being a fucking spaz!”
The sweatshirt/straight jacket Sour Sweet began to tear up, and she cowered in place, almost looking like an anime character before the center Sour Sweet, which Second figured was the true Sour Sweet, shook her head.
“No,” she said grabbing the back of the mask causing the others to do it too, “Get off of me!”
The mask pulled loose, and she threw it at the ground. Principal Cinch stood there, watching as the four Sour Sweets became one again, and then she looked at the mask. She bent down, picking it up, and saw the soft glow, and she could hear the promises. Her school would be perfect. Her legacy would endure, tradition would win out, and she could be in authority for as long as she wanted, beyond the school, beyond the town, state, and even beyond the very government. It promised her unlimited power to do everything she ever wanted, and she lifted it toward her head, preparing to place it onto her head when two hands swiped it from her.
She shook her head, feeling faint, as if she had been under a trance for a moment, and looked at some of the girls from Canterlot high standing there.
“I’m going to assume that belongs to your school, am I correct?”
Sunset Shimmer looked at her, “It’s not something that we caused, but it was near our school,” she said.
Cinch narrowed her eyes, “Remove it from my school at once!”
With that she turned around. Sunset held the mask, and like everyone else she heard the promises. It promised to show her magic she never knew about. It promised to unlock the secrets that she didn’t know existed, and it promised to give her the acceptance and love she desired. All she had to do was put it on. She looked at it, feeling the desire to put it on, her hand moving with it toward her face. But she felt something stop her. She shook her head and saw Wallflower Blush.
“Don’t listen to it,” she said, “It twists what you want.”
Sunset sighed, looked longingly at the mask, and carried it out of the school, “So, what is that thing?” Rainbow Dash asked.
Sunset looked at her, “I don’t know, but I’m going to contact Princess Twilight and ask her if she knows about it,” she said, “It’s weird, it seems more chaotic than anything.”
The seven of them got into Pinkie’s Van, and they headed back toward the school. Sunset opened her journal. She looked at the last page she’d written in the new one, and then took out a pen.
“Dear Princess Twilight,
We’ve found a magical artifact over here in the shape of a mask. What’s weird is that it’s human in shape, which I suppose that could have happened in transportation from Equestria, but it feels weird. The magic feels chaotic in nature, and I’m not sure what Chaos magic would be doing in the human world. If you have some idea of what it could be, or know somepony that might, would you mind to get back to me?
Thanks,
Your friend,
Sunset Shimmer.
The moment they arrived at the school Sunset noticed that the portal was operating, and she noticed that Princess Twilight was standing there, and beside her was a strange man with yellow eyes and red pupils. She seemed to be a little miffed at him, but he was simply grinning and looking around.
“Odd, but then I suppose that since I’m used to walking like this anyway it makes sense, Oooo,” he said, “Twilight look, the portal gave me a suit with tails on it!”
Twilight sighed, “Discord, you didn’t need to come with me.”
He laughed, “Of course I did, you said that your friend Daylight Glimmer,” he said.
“That’s Sunset Shimmer!” Twilight exclaimed.
“Of course, of course,” he replied, “But regardless you said she found chaos magic, I want to see, and besides do you really know anyone that knows more about Chaos magic than me?”
