I Spark up and run off as fast as possible, heading deeper towards the center of Ponyville.

It takes a few moments, but Discord pops up next to me again. “Geez, your fast. I actually had to look for you!”

“Not faster than Rainbow Dash, what with her Sonic Rainboom.”

“Eh, like that matters. Let’s have some fun!”

“Yes, let’s. But what first?”

“Hmmm, well, I suppose it depends on the targets, doesn’t it?”

“Right you are Discord... and I just thought of the perfect trick for the perfect target.”

“Oh, joy! Where is our victim?”

“Best guess? Carousel Boutique.”

We are in our usual position: The rooftop on the other side of the road from our target. I can see Rarity doing her designing schtick.

“So, what are we going to do?” Discord asks. “Soak her in soda? Dye her coat? Turn her hair into a snake?”

“Discord, have you ever read a book called the Velveteen Rabbit?”

“No, I have not.”

“In it, a rabbit is made of velvet and he wants to be real, yadda yadda. Anyway, a bunch of happy-feely magic crap later, he becomes real and has fur.”

“So?”

“Let’s do a reverse.”

After a moment, he realizes I mean changing her coat to velvet. “Wait, but velvet is silky and soft, wouldn’t she like that?”

“I had a different material in mind.”

Moments later, we’re outside the window, watching Rarity. With a snap of Discord’s talons, Rarity’s coat, unbeknownst to her, has made a very drastic transformation. I walk into the boutique.

As I walk in, I hear Rarity start her little advert.

“Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where everything is chique, uni-... oh, it’s you.” Her voice went from chipper to chilled in an instant.

“Listen Rarity. I came to apologize. I know I was a jerk to your sister, and I’m sorry. I... I was just having a bad day and I took it out on her. I didn’t mean to be so harsh but... could you find it in your heart to forgive me? Supposing Sweetie Belle does as well...”

The unicorns eyes soften almost immediately. “Anthony, what you did was horrible, but if you truly mean that... I suppose we can start on a path to recovery.”

“Thanks Rarity that means a... lot... to...”

“Is something the matter, darling?”

“Y- your coat! What’s happened!?”

She looks down and notices her fur. It’s brown, saggy and rough. She starts to freak out and rushes to a mirror. Her entire body, all that used to be white was transformed. When the realization hits her she screams. She tries to cast a few spells, but it doesn’t work. She rushes over to me. “Anthony, I appreciate what you are here to do, but there is a very important matter I must attend to immediately!”

“I understand Rarity, do whatever you need to.” I walk out and meet up with Discord by the window. He’s laughing like crazy. “Th- the look on her face! Burlap fur? Priceless. Anthony, you are a genius!”

I bow once more. “Oh no, Discord, I could do nothing without your magic, the credit is yours to take.”

“Then I’ll take it!” He grins. “Though what was that little apology speech about?”

“Let’s just say that I’ve been an asshole to a lot of ponies.”

“Very well, any more ponies you can think of that we can mess with?”

“Of course I do, and I’ve already got some ideas.”

“Wonderful!” Discord clasps his hands together in excitement. “Let’s get started right away!”

I’m definitely having a good time. Each of my plans is better than the next, Discord in a near constant state of laughter. God I love that laugh. His normal method was good, but a bit wide spread. That’s good for a few laughs, but when you take time to work your plans around a small amount of ponies at a time, you can get much more intricate, and the result has a lot more effect.

I spend the rest of the day teaching Discord about the wonders of laser-guided chaos, and he loves it.

But I do admit I miss what he did in Trottingham. Turning a quiet little urban sprawl into a city of raving crazies. Beautiful...

We decide that this should be our finale: Ponyville Two: Electric Boogaloo.

The sun is now a disco ball, all the ponies have rollerskates, and the roads and grass has been converted into a huge skating rink.

We then start a competition with us as the judges. If a pony is bad at skating, we pull a rope and dump a bucket of goo on them. Those that are good at skating entertain us in the natural way.

Then I think of something. “Hey Discord. Do you plan on doing things like this every day? Not the same tricks, but chaos in general?”

“Of course!”

“Well, that could get bland.”

This shocks the Spirit. “How!?”

“Even if new tricks are played each day, eventually, no matter how wild or crazy it gets, the ponies will get used to it. They’ll just expect something crazy to happen. Even if they don’t know exactly what will happen, they still expect chaos, and if something is expected, there’s no shock value and it becomes boring.”

“So... you’re suggesting that we take a few days off every once in a while, let them think things are normal, and then do it again?”

“You could do that. Or we could undo all of this, and suddenly, none of these ponies remember anything as it never happened, allowing us to cause all the havoc we want until we finally run out of material.”

“That’s glorious! But how do we do that?”

“Well, just turn back time and-”

“No! No messing with time. That stuff is way too complex, and while I can easily handle whatever problem may arise from it, I don’t want to have to deal with it if I don’t have to.”

“You have a point, time travel is rather delicate. Guess we’ll have to go with the plan where we take a few days off.”

“Agreed.”

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