Truth Behind Harmony: Discordian Society

Discordia landed upon the ground in front of a small house, shivering a bit as she thought about what she was about to do. This house was the home of the last…and really only lover she had ever taken, a pony who she had said once had stolen her heart.

But this lover also wanted nothing to do with her, for he could not accept what she was doing, even though he saw her cause as just.

“But I need him,” she thought, so without any more hesitation she moved toward the door, her form taking on the appearance of a young Thestral mare as she entered the house. She moved through the house, her every step measured as to not wake the occupant. She knew he was alone, for she had seen his adopted child talking with Twilight Sparkle, and therefore would be gone for many hours.

She finally reach the stallions bedroom, noting that he had somehow managed to role onto his back as he slept, which she had always found amusing. She moved beside him, placing her wing on his forehead to wake him, figuring that he would appreciate it.

The stallion slowly woke, his deep blue eyes gazing first at to the light blue wing on his head, before glancing to the face of the mare above him, who smiled as his expression hardened.

“Hello Futile…”

“Get out!”

It was harsh, it was expected, and it didn’t faze her in the least. “You know my answer to that Futile Task; I’m not leaving, for I need to talk with you.”

She watched as he got out of bed, not even surprised as he walked past her and flicked his oddly long tail angrily, its golden hairs shining in the moonlight and making her sigh. “Well you’re just going to have to talk to a wall then,” said Futile, keeping his gaze straight ahead as he went down the stairs. “And I thought I told you not to call me that.”

Discordia smiled as she followed, following him into the kitchen and sitting down as he began to make some food, before opening her mouth to speak. “Why should I not call you by your name, after all it is so much better than the name you have given yourself, which was not very imaginative on your part.”

“It was the only name I could think of I liked.”

“And it was also the name of my uncle, and the fact that you picked it makes me want to hurl.”

That got a chuckle from him, till he stopped, sighing as he looked back at her, “I hate how you can do that.”

“It’s a gift love,” said Discordia.

“You still think of me that way?”

“Don’t you?”

He looked at her a moment, then turned back to what he was doing, before letting a few words escape his lips.

“Of course I do…”

This got a smile from Discordia, who waited in her seat as Futile prepared the food, before serving it out and hesitating near the chair, before deciding to sit down next to her.

“So, what did you need to talk about?”

He noticed her frown, “Well…it seems that you can say I told you so Futile, for it seems one of my many charges has…well, fallen quite hard for me.”

“I told you it would happen,” said Futile, hesitating a moment before draping a purple wing across her back. “I told you eventually one of them would see you more than a mother, it was just a matter of time.”

He rubbed her back, allowing her to lean her head against his shoulder before speaking again, “How bad was it?”

“As bad as it can get,” said Discordia, “she fell for me so hard she has become jealous of anypony who I share my company with, whether intimate or not. I was forced to…to break it off with her; at least till she…she shares herself with the others.”

He nodded, keeping his face impartial as he stroked her back. “I see, and I can take it this hurt you a bit.”

“Of course it did, she presumed she held a high place in my heart, when only you hold…”

She stopped, looking away and hiding behind her mane as she kept her gaze locked on her food. Futile knew why she had turned away, for it heart her to admit she loved him, mostly due to the fact that he refused to accept her world, and he could tell just by her tone that this little one had been important to her.

“…has there really been nopony else since me?”

“…You know that answer Futile, there has been nopony else…there could never be anypony else…”

“I see…well, I suppose you…you want to…join with me?”

She nodded, and then got up as she felt him get out of his chair, staying under his wing as she walked with him. They walked back into his room, and then Futile lifted his wing off her, gesturing toward the bed before speaking. “Get on the bed.”

“How do you…”

“Just get on.”

She did so, letting her body take the standard position for mating, before purring as she felt him climb atop her.

“…I have always loved that noise you make, it so unlike any other thestral I have ever met.”

“That’s because my purr is…not just of thestral nature…I…I mix it with the purr of…of a race of ponies that does not exist yet…but they will soon.”

This caused Futile to halt, for he knew what she was talking about, “you…you don’t mean…?”

She nodded, then much to her surprise she felt him climb off her, straightening herself as he laid down beside her.

“You…you’re really bringing them back…you’re finally…”

She could practically hear the pleading in his voice, the silent hope in his voice, causing her to nod her head, “yes…I am bringing back the lives which you blessed me with…so long ago.”

Tears entered the…no, her stallion’s eyes, and he began kissing the nape of her neck, a smile spreading across his face as he spoke. “I want to see them…I…”

“But…” started Discordia, “…I thought you said you never wanted to enter my realm, knowing what you would no doubt see?”

“I don’t care,” said Futile, “I…I need to see them…and…”

He didn’t speak; instead he let his hoof glide across her back, making her shiver as he finished his sentence. “…I won’t be the kind of stallion my father was…I won’t leave you alone to care for our children…not while I am still alive.”

“That’s not much of a promise, seeing as how you can’t die…”

To silence her, he kissed her on the lips, holding it for a long while before letting it go and speaking. “If you don’t believe that, then I could simply make the pact and be…”

“NO!”

Discordia’s eyes had widened her eyes at that, fear etched across her face as Futile raised an eyebrow.

“What, it would solve all your doubts and ensure I never break my word?”

“But the pact would kill you if you failed to meet it Futile, and I can’t risk that…and besides, I was simply joking earlier, so your word will do just fine.”

He smiled at that, and then got a fiendish grin as he leaned over to whisper into her ear, “Now…where were we?”

However to his surprise she simply shook her head, getting off the bed as she turned to speak to him. “That can wait; right now…I think it’s time that you see your children.”

He nodded, then got up to follow her, leaving a quick note for his daughter before accompanying Discordia outside and vanishing in a bright flash of light, leaving nothing but the wind howling through the now empty house.