Well well. Still didn’t have the courage to use a known account when asking, huh? For shame…

To review, the sensation you feel in your horn would be wholly different from anything erotic you’d be able to compare it to. But, if stimulated it would cause something called Magic Feedback. It’s where magical energy just keeps building ontop of itself in a loop. It’s not charging because you can’t control it and can’t do anything with it. It’s like you’re casting a spell on top of a spell on top of a spell, and so on and so forth. The final result is that the magic has nowhere else to go and you experience a benign Magic Overload and a forced and very extreme case of Overcast. Overcast being a state of magic exhaustion.

The feeling of the entire event has analogs with intercourse; a great build up and an intense release. The key difference is that, as I’ve said, it all takes place on another level. That is, one is not mutually exclusive with the other. You can experience both in tandem.

All that said, my personal experience with Magic Feedback? It’s awful! After only a few seconds you become almost completely paralyzed! As in, can’t move! All I could ever do was focus on breathing so I wouldn’t pass out! The following exhaustion felt like I was on the verge of death! I swear every single time was worse than the one before!

Some unicorns seem to enjoy it, but I will never, ever ever experience that again.

Answers after the break.

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1) And so it came to pass.

2) Well, I see invisibility one of three ways, either it’s imperfect and you can still be seen if somepony looks hard enough, it’s time sensitive in some way so you can’t use it exactly when you want for as long as you want, or it’s constant and you’re invisible forever.

But my standby will always be total density manipulation. That gives you:

a) Flight (or rather control over lift and descent, you’d still need some outside means to propel yourself)

b) Super Strength (because your denser muscles would perceive no change when becoming super dense)

c) And can make you Practically Invulnerable (you could catch a dragon’s swipe with ease, but you’d still catch on fire normally, or at least I’d assume so, let me know if I’m wrong)

Of course, you couldn’t have all three at once. But I suppose the main restriction would be that it would take a few seconds to transition from one extreme to the other. You can’t suddenly become super dense to stop a bullet or catch a wrecking ball, you’d have to already be prepared.

That said, I can use minor density manipulation. It’s how I can amplify my strength and punch a hole in a wall. You need a denser body to throw a real punch without shattering bones or ripping your skin off, that’s why I can’t maintain it very long. It’s not just one power, it’s really a collection of spells. And as much as I’ve practiced using them, I’m not very magically inclined.

Also, when I say total manipulation, I’m talking total control over your whole body. That would also entail enough control over your body’s cells to not drift apart when becoming lighter than air.

Thermal manipulation is a close second, since that would also give you not only resistance to extreme temperatures, but also flight and let you become more solid. But that solidity would also be brittle. If an impacted force is too great or you become too cold, you’d shatter. It would just require much more care than I’d like to risk.

I… What?

I’ve got a few questions like this before and I never know what to do with them. This isn’t some D&D tabletop campaign. This is my life. This is, more or less, how I really act in the world I really live in.

I’m roommates with Bon-Bon; we live in her home. Tootsie, her niece, stays with us Sunday night through Friday morning and lives with her parents on the weekends. Sweetie Belle moved in some time ago, with her parent’s permission of course. My boyfriend is a chemical glue-making bear named Krastos. I call him Boscov.

I spent a lot of my time growing up in the darker side of Canterlot. I had to do a lot of things I’m not proud of to survive. Things are better there than they used to be.

Celestia raises the sun to the east and sets it to the west. Birds fly, fish swim. I don’t know what else to tell you.

This isn’t fantasy. I live in the real world. Sometimes things might seem darker than they should be, but my experiences have left me a little jaded about life. I don’t necessarily take things at face value like everypony else does.

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Meta powers says “It’s realistically gray,” whatever that’s supposed to mean.

I’m afraid not, no.

I’m not much of a spell teacher. I’m really not even that magical. I’ve just practiced so much with amplification and manipulation that it comes much easier to me than it would to most.

Someone like Twilight could easily do better than I with a fraction of the experience.

Not really, no. Compared to somepony like Twilight or Trixie, I’m downright pitiful.

I know quite a bit about it, though. Maybe more than Twilight in some areas.

Crunch!

I’ve addressed it before in passing, but my actual field of magic study is in amplification/manipulation, particularly with sound.

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But specifically to my cutie mark?

I dunno. The lyre is sort of a simple instrument. No frets, only so many strings. And I can play the harp and the sitar a little.

Maybe I have a little talent with all string instruments. I’ve never tried, to be honest.

I guess having a cutie mark and completely understanding it are two different things.

Nah. It’s all just a matter of opinion. I love wintergreen, so the color suits me.

Most of my magic is just rudimentary telekinesis. I know a few other spells, like cloud walking, but they’re mostly just things that apply to my job.

But careful with the language, if you please. Trying to keep this page family friendly, you know?

You know.

The ability to see beyond the veil… into realities not of our own… to be granted information one could not otherwise possess.

Hold on, maybe meta powers can explain it better.

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Basically, the ability to make a joke about the fact that I’m a pony talking to humans on the internet, when I’m actually a bowling ball dreaming I’m a plate of sashimi.

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I rarely know what the hay meta powers is talking about.