“Who? What? Where?” Spike shouted as he jolted up, throwing off his sheets as he woke up. He soon calmed down, though, when he saw the familiar settings around him, but it still raised a more poignant question.

“How’d I get here?” He more formally asked himself as he glanced about his room for anything that could answer his question, but when none came, he sighed to himself and crawled off his bed.

And so he went about his morning routine and ritual, only with a lot more scrubbing than normal, and having to clean his sheets again, all while he thought back to what happened, and what could’ve happened after he fell asleep. He remembered the mutts, he remembered AJ and Rainbow, he remembered what they did... but not how he got home. If anything, he expected to wake up in the same clearing with the two mares still beside him.

“Looks like you finally decided to get up,” Discord casually said as he suddenly appeared next to the drake, right as he walked out of his room.

Just as anyone would be, he was startled by the sudden appearance, but it only lasted a moment, “oh, hey Discord. Do you have any idea how I ended up back here?”

“Hm? Well, I do remember two of the elements bringing you back here, late last night,” he nonchalantly stated.

“Last night?” Spike asked with a bit of confusion.

“Is there an echo in here?” Discord asked before taking a deep breath and letting out many loud yodeling sounds, which reverberated throughout the castle.

Taking his claws out of his ears, spike replied, “how was I supposed to know that it was tomorrow... er... today... um... A different day!”

“We have several windows, Spike, and the fact that you left the castle just before lunch, but didn’t return until after dinner. I know your mind musn’t be sure, but I’m certain your stomach is.”

The dragon couldn’t find any way to argue with him, mostly after his stomach betrayed his thoughts and let out a deep growl, “ugh... fine...”

“Oh, and they said this was yours,” he said, pulling a sack out of thin air and tossing it to Spike.

Spike quickly took a look inside, wagging his tail wagged as he saw every single gem he managed to get away with the day before. He licked his lips as he pulled one out, happily tossing it in his jaw and munched on it. Not long after, he managed to run back to his room and stash the bag away, in his new temporary hiding spot.

He returned a few moments later, greeting his newest friend with a, “thanks, and remind me to thank the girls the next time I see them.”

“I assure you, they already know how thankful you are,” Discord said, barely able to contain his internal wink and sigh.

Spike was once again confused by the spirit’s words, but decided to just shrug them off, “okay... So do you have any plans for today?”

“Well, I was planning on going out, somewhere, cuz I think I’m starting to get cabin fever,” he dramatically exaggerated, even going so far as to look as if he’s become a zombie.

“Did you have anyplace in mind?” Spike inquired.

“Not specifically, but I have been getting the need for a good laugh,” a smirk grew on his face. “You wanna come along and see what kind of hilarious trouble we can cause.”

“Trouble?” Spike asked, crossing his arms and raising his brow.

“Sorry, wrong terminology. I meant pranks... because we’re not gonna hurt anyone, we’re just looking for some fun! Some non-lasting, non-hurtful, friendly stunts to bring a smile on unsuspecting ponies’ faces,” he said as he conjured up a halo above his antler.

“Hm... I don’t know...” Spike replied, still suspicious of the spirit’s plans.

But before he could respond any further, Discord wrapped himself around him, “come on, Spike. It’ll be fun! Much better than staying here and doing the same old thing, day in and day out. And you know I’m right about that.”

“Uh... Fine. But if there’s even a hint of something wrong...”

“I’ll stop everything,” Discord finished with a wave of his hand, stopping the time of everything outside the castle, but only for a moment.

Spike watched in amazement, “wow... I almost forgot how powerful you are.”

“Come now, Spike,” he said, snapping his fingers and making a zipper appear before them, just floating in midair. “I’m the living embodiment of Chaos and Disharmony; pretty much a god according to everypony else, so surely a little bit of time manipulation wouldn’t be too difficult.”

“Well, compared to those of us who don’t have any kind of magical powers...” Spike started, but was quickly interrupted by Discord coming face to face with him, grinning as he did.

“Ah, but you can, Spike! All you have to do is ask!” Discord said, placing his hand atop the drake's shoulder.

“Wait, you can... give me magic?” Spike asked.

“Not can, will. All you have to do is tell me that you want it,” Discord snickered. “And for the record, I’m not just giving you just any old, typical magic. I’m giving you the ability to see the word as I do; to shape the world as I can; to hold the amazing complexity and astonishing simplicity that I wield every second of every day. Dear boy, I’m asking if you want to share my powers.”

Spike was rather shocked by what he heard, and as he took it all in, he gave it thought, “well... having more powers than a normal dragon would be cool... and after seeing what he can do, I might be able to have some fun with it... but what if it backfires? What if it’s all a trick?”

Spike looked back to Discord, who was patiently waiting for him to finish his thoughts, “what if I can’t control it? What if I end up being addicted to the power and become the same monster that he used to be?”

“I understand if you need a bit more time to ponder, but I must warn you that this offer won’t last forever,” Discord said as he flew off, disappearing through the castle walls.

Spike just stared at where Discord left, sighing as he did, “I... just don’t know...”

Discord watched the board, looking over the random assortment of ponies, locations, and events, all with strings and tacks connecting them. It almost looked like he was investigating a crime, or putting together some crazy conspiracy.

“What’re you doing?” Spike inquired as he walked into the room behind the spirit.

“Hm? Oh, Spike! This’s just something I use to figure out who’s gonna get pranked,” he answered. “Or should I say ‘we use’, if you chose to join me, that is.”

“About that... I haven’t really... made up my mind... I mean, why would you even give me powers? And what if I can’t handle them?” He asked, nervously rubbing his shoulder.

Discord couldn’t help but chuckle as he heard Spike’s dilemma. “There’s no need to worry about that. After all, I’ll be here to help you,” he answered, petting the drake’s head. “And as to why: I just wanted to show you that I can be trusted. So what do you say?” Discord asked as he stuck out his hand for Spike to shake.

Spike was silent for a moment, going over all the things he knew and what he could expect, only to reach out and shake his hand soon after, “Okay... let’s do it.”

“Excellent choice! You won’t regret it!” He excitedly shouted with a grin.

“I hope so. So how’s this gonna work?” Spike questioned.

Discord cracked his knuckles, ignoring the drake’s question as his expression changed to one that was deadly serious. He lifted a finger, pointing it at the wall and slowly turning it to a dark shade of red, moving over to the next wall as he finished the first, continuing on until each and every side around them was the same. He then lifted both of his hands, casting golden candles out of the floor, turning it black as the night itself as the fires became the room’s only source of light. And, in one final move, he placed his claws upon the ground, twirling it as a red liquid oozed out and joined in a circle, carving out scripts long forgotten into the stone.

The spirit then turned to Spike, his eyes glazed over in what the drake could only describe as pure horror, only for him to chuckle, saying, “whoops, wrong incantation.” He then immediately poofed away all the dark and dreary decor for the typical, and now wonderfully warm, room that it was before.

“What was that!?” Spike shouted, trying to figure out what the hell he just saw.

“Don’t worry about it, Spikey, for it’s time to give you some chaos!” He said as he twirled his finger, flaring a bit of his wild magic. “Now, since dragons are usually immune to magic, and you being a special case, this might sting a bit.”

As it came out of his paw, it slowly formed into a sphere at the tip of his finger. He then walked over to Spike, who was still flabbergast over the last spell Discord faked him out with, and pushed the glowing orb into his head. Spike’s body froze up as the magic entered him. He felt an intense pain traveling along every part of his body as the magic of disharmony began to flow through him. He doubled over and twitched as his eyes flicked between every possible color and species as his body tried to reject the magic.

“Relax, Spike,” Discord said as he placed his hands upon the drake's shoulders. “Just let it take control. You’ll be glad it did, once it’s done.”

Spike’s vision grew blurry as he followed Discord’s suggestion, allowing the powers of chaos to consuming him. “The pain will be over soon, and then we can have our fun, love,” Discord said as Spike fainted.

Discord watched as his powers ran rampant throughout the young drake’s body, merging with, and fully unlocking his breed's` natural, draconic magic. He knew, from his first encounter with the drake, that Spike was far stronger then others. Not just physically or mentally, but also magically, more so than any other creature in the past that’s tried to gain a level of power even close to that of his own. He remembered the many beings that have tried to challenge him, often by using some imitation of his own power against him, or just to achieve what he had, and how each of them failed.

Spike released a soft groan, making the draconequus’ ears perk up. “Looks like you survived the absorption. I’m rather impressed,” he said mostly to himself, for even though it did impress him, he strangely knew that his lover could've handled far worse than he ever dared to inflict.

“What was that?” Spike groaned as he held his stomach, “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“That’ll fade shortly,” Discord said as he patted the drake’s back. “How about we get your mind off of it by using some of your new chaos powers on me.”

Discord then took a step back and summoned up a large target upon himself, preparing for whatever might be thrown before him.

Once Spike was able to stand, he looked to Discord with concern. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do that...” Spike said as he tried to clear his mind, waving his hand at him. “I don’t think I can even...”

Without warning, Spike’s hand blasted Discord with a bolt of magic, brightening, twisting, and turning him into an unrecognizable form, and, with a comedic poof, he was quickly covered in a cloud of smoke, not only concealing him, but causing the two to cough, uncontrollably. It was only once they gained their composure that they even heard the sound of the lone whistle blowing, and it wasn’t until the cloud dissipated that they knew what it was from.

Spike was speechless when he saw what happened. “For someone who’s just absorbed the magic, you seem to be fantastic at using it!” Discord shouted as his porcelain base hopped towards the drake, who was still frozen, at least until he started laughing his ass off.

“AHAHAHAHA!” Spike bellowed as he fell over, rolling around and gripping his sides.

Discord couldn’t help but laugh as well, taking the time to look himself over, and seeing how ridiculous he looked as a teapot.

“The little teapot song! You have to sing it! You have to!” Spike bellowed, wiping his tears from his eyes.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Spikey, but I’ve got too much dignity to stoop to that level... though I do see the humor,” he said, changing himself back. “Yet that was just a simple transformation, and, while we’re out, I’ll teach you how to do so much more,” the chaos master said with a snap of his fingers, teleporting them straight to their first target.

“We’ll make this an easy one, since it’s your first prank. Now, if I’m not mistaken, you and... oh, who are those three fillies, again? What is it they call themselves?” Discord asked as he stroked his goatee, the two of them still traveling through time and space.

“The... Cutie Mark Crusaders?” Spike replied, still quite surprised that he isn’t feeling the usual bout of nauseousness he’d feel with unicorn teleportation. Well, it was still there, just not as prevalent as usual.

“Yes! That’s them!” Discord said, clapping his hands together. “From what I know, the four of you’ve never gotten along with, and still don’t get along with, a little filly by the name of Diamond Tiara, and her yes-mare ‘friend’, Silver Spoon?”

Spike’s eye twitched at the mention of those two, “what did you have in mind?”

“Oh, no, no, no, Spike. This one’s for you to figure out,” Discord said. “You’re the student here, after all”

“But didn’t you have that crazy wall thing back in the castle? The one with all the plans?” Spike retorted as they arrived at their destination.

“That’s for what I’d do; these are yours,” he responded, turning him to the old schoolhouse and pushing him towards the playground.

The two were crouched down in the bushes before the open field, watching the several fillies and colts Spike’s gotten to know since he came to town, and, more specifically, the CMC and their two targets. Diamond Tiara, the quintessential stuck-up, snobbish, spoiled brat, alongside her only friend, Silver spoon, were seen heckling each of the CMC, as usual, calling them every name they could imagine and poking at every sore spot they could find.

“Now’s your chance,” Discord said. “All you’ve gotta do is pick out a prank.”

Spike thought hard on what he could do to the two bullies, ‘it shouldn’t be anything too bad, just enough to...’

“I mean look at you! You’re already Seniors and you still don’t have your cutie marks!” Diamond mocked, “you’re ALWAYS going to be worthless Blank Flanks!”

“Yeah, you three should’ve gotten them, like, forever ago,” Silver Spoon parroted, naturally agreeing with the pink filly.

Scootaloo clenched her fists, about a second away from knocking the two bitches out. But before she could do anything she’d regret, Applebloom stepped forward, slightly taller, and much stronger, than their hazers, but that’s never stopped them before.

“Fine, we get it. Can ya’ll just drop it now?” Applebloom sighed, sick and tired of the same old comments over and over and over and over and over again.

“Yeah, you’ve been using the same stuff for years. It’s really getting old,” Sweetie Belle said, stepping out from behind Applebloom.

“It’s still funny! That’s why!” Diamond shrieked with her annoying cackle.

“Hey, did ya’ll hear that?” AB asked, holding a hoof up to her ear.

“Hear what?” Silver Spoon asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The sound of nopony giving a buck!” Scootaloo said, glaring daggers at the two.

“Hey! Listen here, you little bitch!” Diamond barked, walking towards the pegasi.

Yet as she took another step forward, she stepped into a puddle of old, curdling chocolate milk. She shrieked in horror as she felt the soiled, spoiled milk on her hooves, sending herself tumbling backwards into Sliver Spoon, landing them both into a much larger puddle of rancid pudding that appeared out of nowhere.

The CMC, and just about everypony else on the playground, could only stare in awe. Some were trying to figure out what just happened, but most just ended up bursting out into laughter.

The two tried their best to leave with some sort of dignity, but they constantly tripped over themselves, making bigger and bigger messes as they went, and making the CMC break down crying from laughter.

In the distance, Spike was also laughing his scales off. “H-h-h... How’d you...” Spike tried to ask, unable to finish his sentence.

“It was simply the perfect moment,” Discord happily stated, waiting for Spike to calm down.

Happy with that for the moment, he continued his winding down, ending with a single sigh. “Sorry I didn’t do anything. I’ve never been much of a pranker.”

“It’s fine. All it means is that I’ll be giving you some tips for the next few.”

“Speaking of which, who’s next?” The drake asked.

“Don’t worry too much about it, Spike,” he said as he summoned his checklist, marking off the first two names. “After all, we’ve got quite a few ponies to go through.”

And so the two went on, teaching, learning, and pranking, enjoying all the fun that came with it. They pranked near and wide, far and thin, and everywhere in between, keeping as low a profile as they could, which certainly wasn’t easy, considering the type of magic they held. But throughout all of their adventure, only two things could most certainly be said: Spike was getting ever better, and they were bonding ever closer.

It didn’t take much effort, nor did it take very long, especially after Discord found Spike’s learning style. It even got to the point where the immortal master was only giving him little tricks to aid his ploy; the minor cheats to cut those annoying corners of physics and reality, and watching him as he plotted his own hilarious traps. Soon enough, they agreed that it was finally time for the drake to cast a spell fully on his own, and Discord chose the perfect targets.

They arrived at one of many dragon nesting grounds far from the Equestrian border. The volcanic mountain range was surrounded by smoke and ash, layered with rock and lava, ripe and virile for the many dragons within.

“Discord...” Spike said as he realized who he set him up against, what with their location, and who they’ve been pranking so far, it wasn’t that hard to figure out. “You can’t be serious...”

“Normally, you’d be right,” Discord chuckled. “But this time, I am!”

“Okay... I know we’ve been pulling pranks on ponies who deserve a little embarrassment, but... Garble and his gang are probably still pissed off with me. I don’t want to make it even worse,” Spike said with a slight bit of fear. “And aren’t all dragons immune to magic, anyways? How did you even manage to use your magic on me? Not even Twilight’s able to do it very easily, anymore.”

“Spike... you’ve got the power to bend and break reality now,” Discord said. “Even if it’s only a small fraction of mine, your power’s still immeasurably greater than anything they could ever hope to achieve. And, to be honest, you already had more than enough power to handle them. As for the immunity to magic, some dragons are more immune than others, and you’re just the extreme in that case. Like with my magic: your body was trying to reject it, but it ended up mended with your body’s natural magic.”

“R-really?” Spike asked, looking up and meeting Discord’s gaze.

“It’s true... though that magic’s still developing, and won’t be ‘safe’ to use for a while... and I might be able to speed it up with some of my magic... but we’ll work all that out later,” he said as he waved his lion paw.

Spike just nodded, making a mental note for the two of them to explore that possibility at some later time, but for now, he had to be vigilant for Garble and his gang, not that it took very long. He saw them doing the same old things they’ve done all those years ago: diving into pools of lava, playing king of the hoard, tail wrestling, and all other sorts of masochistic bouts.

Spike couldn’t help but facepalm at the sight of them: they haven’t changed even the slightest bit since they last met... some might even say they’ve gotten more reckless and idiotic, but that’s neither here nor there.

“Now, Spike, there’s a lot of opportunity here, and I want you to have fun with it,” Discord said, standing behind the drake, who’s already begun nervously shaking at the thought of using his magic on his own. “So I want you to be patient and stick with it.”

Spike soon nodded and eventually made his way over to the dragons with Discord close behind, and, as he went, he slowly put together a plan. It was a grand scheme; one whose result would be much grander than he’d originally expected or wanted... and now, all he had to do was execute it.

“Okay, this should be close enough,” Spike said to himself as he stood just out of their sight. He focused his mind on what he wanted to do, and he slowly brought up his hand, pointing it at not only the group of dragons, but their hoard as well.

Spike’s nervousness was obvious, but Discord didn’t want to jump in and fix things just yet, so he just sat back and watched as Spike’s claw became encased with the emerald green, brightly golden magic.

Spike was straining to cast the spell, knowing that he had the magic, but not the results. He grunted as he tried to force the spell, but Discord knew better.

“You have to relax, Spike,” Discord calmly spoke into the drake’s ear with a surprisingly calming tone, only now feeling the draconequus’ body pressing itself against his back, his eagle talon taking hold of his outstretched hand, and his lion paw gently resting against his hip. “You have to let it come out naturally,” Discord whispered, feeling the drake slowly loosening up as he guided him.

Spike couldn’t help but blush as he felt it; being so close and physically connecting with Discord, and it strangely didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would. So, with that, he took another calming breath, following Discord’s instructions.

With his body now physically relaxed, his magic began to flow, and, seeing that, Discord slowly backed away from Spike, letting him cast his spell, himself. He then watched as his magic struck the group of dragons, covering them in its uniquely colored glow, and seemingly ineffective against their draconic nature. That was until they froze up and fell over, feeling their bodies change and morph, altering their very beings until they were exactly what Spike desired.

Yet again, a cloud of smoke burst around them, making them gag and cough erratically, but that soon faded, and left each of them giving out a long, drawn out moan as they got back to their feet, trying to get their bearings back.

“What the hell was that?” Garble growled as he looked around for wherever that awful smell and cloud of smoke came from.

“I don’t know dude, but it smell like death,” Fume said, pinching his snout, but as he did, he screamed.

“What’s wrong with... you...” Garble’s jaw dropped as he saw a purple pegasi with a golden mane right in front of his eyes.

Fume was looking at himself as well, and was just kinda panicking, “w-w-why am I a pony!”

“You’re not the only one...” Shakes said, getting their attention, revealing that he was one, too.

They looked around and realized that they’ve all been turned into ponies. They began freaking out and running around, trying desperately to do something, anything, even what they normally did, but couldn’t.

Fume tried jumping into the lava, but when his tail caught fire, from a few whole meters away, he freaked out and flew off. Vex and Clump tried eating a few gems from the hoard, but instantly regretted it, as their teeth nearly shattered when they bit down. Fizzle didn’t really seem to mind it at all, even as he ducked away from a flaming, flying Fume. Meanwhile, Shakes was just trying to anything with his hooves, “how the fuck do you use these thing!”

Garble watched as the others were freaking out. He was quickly filled with rage and when he tried to let out roar of anger, he released out a loud, yet wimpy whiny. Though the sound did echo throughout the volcanic mountains, getting every dragon's attention, Garble quickly covered his mouth, shocked by the sound he made.

Everydragon that looked bursted out into laughter, and while Grable and his gang were flustered with embarrassment, Spike was rolling around, clutching his sides, and gasping for breath. The sight of the “macho”, “tough” dragons freaking out like that over becoming “Namby Pamby Ponies” was just hilarious.

“That was grand, Spike!” Discord said through his own bouts of laughter. “I didn’t expect that kind of reaction from a simple transformation spell.”

“Yeah, it was great!” Spike agreed, wiping a tear from his eye.

Discord smiled at how happy Spike was, but he was also thinking back to how he casted his spell. Normally, dragons were immune to all types of magic, his being the exception, for the most part, yet it was still very hard to break through, and Spike managed to do just that on his very first try. ‘He surprises me more and more every day,’ Discord thought.

“Wow. I didn’t realize how late it was,” Spike said, looking over to Celestia’s sun, which was already beginning to set.

“Time sure flies when you’re having fun,” Discord agreed. “But there's one more pony who’s in need of a good pranking... and tonight’s the perfect night to do it.”

Spike cocked his head in confusion, “oh? Who? And why tonight?”

“You’ll see.”

Author's Notes:

This is why me and beirirangu are not pranksters. We aren't good with jokes people!

Finished much sooner then expected~ A surprise for all of you~ Enjoy!

Written with beirirangu.

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