The way I started out is meaningless, and though it was actually, truthfully, only a generation ago, I don’t remember much. Only the burning desire to wreak havoc upon the land that, at that time, only existed within my troubled mind. Everything in the beginning was a sheet of an empty canvas, among untouched sheets of yet to be molded clay.
But as I flew through one part, she glided above the other, illuminating the ground with her own magic. Mine? That was mere destruction. And, even as I spread nothing but chaos and black, she soon caught up, only to fix my wrongdoings. And I loved that about her; Celestia always had a way to sate my uncontrollable hunger for disarrangement, for all five horizons revolved around her soul. I was as the earth to the sun. Something for her to shine her warm light upon. What did I do? Floated away… selfishly.
Now, the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn. I sit here in my bleak room, staring out at the wide, wild world I’ve been crumbling for the last day, and can’t help but to cry. Everything we’ve been through, she and I; it’s color has gone black. All I taught her was everything. She showed me how to live in purity, and in return, I tutored her on how I harnessed the world’s elements, and forced them to bend to my whim. She surpassed the master, though. By simply charming those figments of power, she had them start building the world for her…
I know she gave me everything that she wore, from the sun to the grass. But, I was too childish to hold it together. I eventually abused it foolishly, and tarnished the land slowly without her ever even noticing. My claws chafe beneath the clouds. They also turn them from white to black. Anything I touch, or even merely look at these days does just that. The mountains, the sea, the sky. It all turns black, and I can do nothing to stop it. It’s pointless to try, for everypony knows I’m the being bringing the undesirable change.
The innocent ponies have all been washed in black. Tattooed everything. I take a walk outside, and I’m surrounded by colts at play. I don’t hear their giggles. I can feel their laughter, and it’s directed at me. They’re not the only ones. I can sense the thoughts of the parents, too. They’re screaming, “Discord’s the one at fault.” Then the air around me falls silent.
I curse at these twisted thoughts that spin around my head. No matter how much an effort I put forth to end it all, they echo loudly inside, spinning me round in the sky. I get so badly high from the twisted thoughts, I’m spinning… Spinning… Oh, how much a shame it is that the sun can drop so quickly. Just the other day, we had it out. Can one imagine? Discord and Celestia. The earth and the sun, arguing about such frivolous things like the color black?
It’s such a chaotic color, too. Is it even a color? I’m not even sure that’s been agreed upon yet, but it would make sense in light of recent events for the citizens to dismiss it as such. It would be my fault the color black becomes a measly shade of silhouette nothingness.
As my bitter claws crackle broken glass of what was everything, all these pictures around me, hanging tilted on the walls visually wash away in black. I’ve tattooed everything, just like the world outside these walls. All the love I developed for her has finally gone bad, only to turn my world to black... Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be…
Oh, I know, Celestia… And Luna, too. You’ll have a beautiful life. Because I have a feeling you’ll somehow find this in the distant future... Celestia, by now, you’ll be the sun in somepony else’s sky, just as Luna will hopefully be the moon amongst those wondrous stars we used to look up at.
Do you recall? The evenings we’d spend with each other? Just lying there in the fields? … But why? Why can’t it be mine? Can’t you be mine? Is it because I’ve stupidly sinned so many times? Is it for vengeance? Do you hate what I’ve become? Am I too shrouded in sheer black that you can’t shine your light upon where I stand anymore?
I’m sorry, but by the end of today, this note will mean nothing. I’ll have destroyed you, your star in the sky, the moon… and the world, too. Writing to cope with my insanity as you once called it is meaningless now. I’ll be seeing you soon, and though I wish I could spare someone I love, I know that by then, I will have lost all capable control of myself. It wouldn’t surprise me if my name became the literal meaning of chaos.
Celestia lowered the note to proceed staring at the now statued draconequus. Even in his stone prison, his disruptive magic was able to pull his final, questionably sane writings from the void. With the tainted inc smeared around the edges from his grip, and the obviously nervous claw writing, she could tell he was under a lot of pressure when jotting his jumpy thoughts down.
Despite that, she now realized Discord was doing the best he could to contain the beastly mentality as best he could, but it was no use. It soon came to the mare after a small deal of further thought, she’d been practicing her strategy with him all wrong. If the monstrosity that dominated Discord couldn’t be contained, maybe allowing it to be set free was the actual way to go.
Perhaps, if the princess attempted to let him harness his dark powers and use them for better reasons, he’d find a way to live among her subjects as a friend, not a devil. All it took for her to become aware of this solution was a letter from the past.
Author's Note
No I In Threesome - by Interpol
No I In Threesome - by Interpol
It was midnight by the time Rainbow had finally convinced Fluttershy to give the proposal a try, and even then, the timid friend was still furtively unsure about it. Twilight had already agreed, so long as Fluttershy was alright with it as well, but only if that notion was met.
For the last few month, Twilight and Rainbow had been together, but their relationship wasn’t the same as it once was only a couple weeks ago. Not in the least bit. At first, it was companionship, then a steady, full-blown affection for one another.
However, with the fast approaching breakup, Twilight found reason to dislike her marefriend with every passing day. Mainly, the quickly growing suspicion of Rainbow cheating on her. Naturally, Rainbow was found out, but still, the two remained together. The pegasus still had a chance to repair; maybe even improve their relationship.
“Through the storms and the light,” Rainbow said to Fluttershy. “You’ve stood by my side… But there are days in this life when Twilight saw the teeth marks of time.”
Fluttershy looked down. “I told you not to bite down so much… So, Twilight really saw them on me?” The two pegasi were inside Fluttershy’s cottage, Rainbow delivering the bad news, and Fluttershy listening with guilt starting to wash over her.
All Rainbow could do was look away quickly. “Yeah…” Even though Rainbow wished so badly to have controlled herself back then, there was no changing what’d happened. Twilight knew, but that didn’t stop their love. Despite Rainbow’s questionable unloyalty, this all began with her being with Fluttershy first.
The two were with each other long before Twilight had ever even came to Ponyville, but because Fluttershy claimed she was okay with Rainbow dating both her and Twilight, Rainbow couldn’t help herself. The temptation was impossible to resist, but hard to cope with once tragedy was all set in motion.
Fluttershy only made things worse with her desire to keep Rainbow’s love for her hidden when with friends. As far as the others knew, including Twilight, Rainbow and Fluttershy were nothing more than very close friends.
And yet, with Twilight’s watchful eye, she somehow saw the love bites on Fluttershy’s neck, and eventually brought herself to confronted Rainbow about it. She had a hunch they were made by Rainbow, and basically tricked her into confessing.
After that, Rainbow explained the situation along with apologizing several times, and somehow convinced Twilight to talk with Fluttershy about it. First, though, Rainbow made a request to conversate with her first love before bringing her over, and made Twilight swear not to get angry once Fluttershy was there.
It wasn’t so much Rainbow thinking Twilight would go off the deep end and cause problems. She just wanted things to work out for the better. She never meant to hurt Twilight, and neither did Fluttershy. She merely didn’t mind sharing Rainbow with somepony like Twilight.
Even at some points, Fluttershy admitted to being aroused by the idea of having a threesome with Rainbow and Twilight, but she never considered that actually having any chance of happening in the near future.
“So,” Rainbow asked, “why don’t you come with me to Twilight’s, and we can talk about this?”
Fluttershy backed away, showing her fellow pegasus just how scared she really was about this. “Will… Twilight hate me?”
All Rainbow could do was say, “Sound meets sound. And, the echoes surround. All that we need is one thing; a discussion. I hope by the end of tonight, we’ll have Twilight wondering what’s there to allow...”
The thumping of the door, and Twilight answering was followed by an awkward meeting. What was usually a greeting became three friends standing in front of each other, glancing back and forth. It was so quiet, but even when nopony spoke a word, the feeling they all felt was somehow right.
Rainbow was the first to break the silence. “It’s time we we gave something new a try…”
Fluttershy stood close behind, her head held low and some tears forming within her eyes. Twilight looked passed Rainbow’s spectrum mane and asked, “Fluttershy? Is all this what Rainbow told me… true?”
As the mare stepped forward slowly, she sniffled before looking up, and nodded. “I’m sorry, Twilight… This was never supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to…” She solemnly gripped her neck with a hoof, hiding the marks.
Of course, Rainbow chose to defend her. “Alone we may fight, so let us be free. If you’re going to split us up, Twilight…”
She walked up to the tall standing pegasus, her gaze directed at the floor, and took a chance. The moment her head turned back up, Rainbow felt Twilight’s welcoming kiss, and became a bit unbalanced in the process.
Fluttershy just watched, blushing lightly. She didn’t mind; why this was? Maybe because she knew they’d shared these intimate moments before. Still, witnessing it happen was oddly more pleasurable than thinking about it for her.
A moment passed before the they stopped. Once Twilight was done, she looked at Fluttershy, a bit worried. “I’m not really upset about all of this… I’m more curious, if anything.”
Fluttershy asked, “Curious about what?”
Rainbow answered for Twilight, “About how far you and I are willing to go…” She looked back at Twilight, gulped, and teased, “Your lips are on fire… Your room, or the lobby?”
Twilight still felt unsure about this, but decided not to worry about it while she chose the room. It was the most comfortable place, anyway. The windows were open, and Luna’s moon was so bright. While Rainbow led the way, she felt the need to remind Twilight, “Nopony can tell us what love brings for us.”
The three laid on the bed, sensing the sweet breath of time. Legs criss crossing on top of each other, Twilight in the middle, Fluttershy to the left and Rainbow on the right. All the while, Twilight whispering, “I like it…”
Every time, the pegasi couple had to keep the truth fresh in her mind: There’s no I in threesome. They were all for it, and feathers bent like trees in the moonlight.
Author's Note
Diamonds Are Forever - by Shirley Bassey
Oh, what lovely trinket could possibly outrank such magnificence as that shimmering, brightly glittering miracle formally known as a diamond? The mountains in the North are pretty, and the world has undoubtedly been filled with radiant color beyond the simple dream I sometimes have, but nothing in the wide world of Equestria could even compete with what I believe to be the absolute greatest creation of nature: diamonds.
Princess Celestia knows I've fallen for them. Her sister, Princess Luna could probably see it, too! I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if all of Canterlot, even the Crystal Empire secretly knew about how devastating they are to my very soul! It's almost a luxurious curse, to be so absorbed by the mere texture of their sides. Anytime I see one, I beam with a wide grin, like I've just become an alicorn! Actually, I think I'd take the diamonds before the wings any day of the week!
Oh, don't get me wrong. I love the lesser members. Those would be the hard, cool jewels, gems, and the rest that one such as myself can easily find beneath the ground's dirt and soil. However, if there's one thing I can truly admire, it would undoubtedly be the transparent gleam of a diamond. Nothing else in the whole land hardly ever catches my attention like the smooth, fresh, and expertly crafted surface that forms its exquisite shapes.
Unlike the rest, diamonds are forever. Gems whither away with time, and rhinestones are much too cheep to adore. It's a mean thing to say about them, and I do love the others, but just not as much. I can't imagine how somepony could possibly contemplate on denying these feelings I possess towards these paragon pearls; why, even crystals can't even touch my favorite, nearly impossible to obtain possession.
Yes, I have quite a few stashed away somewhere, naturally. Where, you might ask? I'm not telling! Not even in an empty, quiet room all by my lonesome would I even consider reveal the location of where I keep my carefully collected diamonds. The things I went through just to get my delicate hooves on them... Even if my life was threatened by a knife to the neck, I still would never, ever let anypony know where I keep my twinkling babies!
And, to be honest, they are all I need to please me... They can stimulate and tease me the way no stallion ever could. Not even a mare can compare to the thrill of just staring at them. I could gawk for hours, marveling at how intricate they shine in the dark. As a matter of fact, they're nearly the only kind I don't use on my designs. Anything else, sure, but diamonds? Absolutely not!
Okay, fine! I've slipped once or twice, but the diamonds I did use were flawed. Only I could ever see the extremely small scratches, perhaps a bump or two on the ones I decided to exploit. But, the ones that were fine and perfect, without the teensiest blemish, I keep locked safely away from anypony's eyes but mine. They won't leave in the night, I've no fear that they might desert me.
Why, if one has never even held a diamond, I pity them. They're truthfully missing out on something extraordinarily amazing! I sometimes hold one up, and then caress it... Touch it, stroke it and undress it... As though looking into the sky, seeing more than the silver lining around the edges, oh! I get so, very giddy when merely thinking about the act! I can see every part, nothing hides in the heart to hurt me.
And some wonder why I don't look at stallions the same way. Some question my obsession, as though it were a disease. Perhaps... I am a bit mad, but only for diamonds. That's nothing compared to some who's affection goes directly into frivolous things like balloons, apples or books! Everypony has their quirks, and in my personal opinion, mine isn't that bad! Not by a long shot.
On another, petite note, I don't need love, for what good will love do me? I've loved before, if I could even call it that, and I found nothing but heartbreak! Curse that Blueblood bruit... Unlike him, and other suitors, diamonds never lie to me. For when love's gone they'll luster on... It seems only Spike understands me these days. Well, almost, that is.
Besides diamonds, Spike's about the only other being sparkling around my little hoof. Unlike him, the diamonds linger, though. Dragons are mere mortals who are not worth going to my grave for lest they have riches to compensate. But still, he furtively pressures me about his emotions, something that's been becoming rather bothersome in the most unpredictable way! It's coy, but I keep reminding myself, he'll just grow old someday. For when love's gone, my diamonds will luster on.
... Though, Spike's a dear, he'll never understand how I really feel. He'll accept it, fight the strain in his heart, but when it comes down to it, I've no fear he'll desert me either... Oh, what's a pony like me to do? Should I see him the way I do my diamonds?
That's the way he views me, I know. Maybe, someday, when I'm not so infatuated by this crazy crush I've got on these inanimate, though breathtaking object, I'll be able to be more open to him, even though I can hardly believe that ever happening.
It's questionable, though... Over these few years, he's been slowly worming his way into my heart. It didn't take this long for diamonds to do so, but when he's with me, retrieving emeralds and rubies out on the border of Ponyville, It's uncontrollably flattering! He works so hard for me, and though I've been doing my best to stay strong, he's beginning to be on my mind just as much as my dear diamonds...
Author's Note
