"What.. is this?" Stuart Dalton gasped as he left the library, escorted by his newfound companions, the Mane Six. The scene he saw in the vision was an exact copy of what happened above and around him; a red sky, and far in the distance, across the dying brown grass and plants, was PonyVille, with fires erupting from houses. Celestia stayed in the library to research on magic that potentially could defeat Discord; she added that she had full trust of her little ponies and Dalton. Oh, if she could read minds, leaving the ponies alone with the human was the worst possible thing on a normal day, with Dalton's mind active with clopfic material. But this wasn't a normal day.

"It's been like this for three days, Mr. Dalton. I relocated the library to the outskirts of town, where Fluttershy's cottage once stood," said the purple unicorn Twilight sombrely, "The Princess and I set up an invisibility shield, which is another reason why she is staying back." Twilight finished the sentence with a tinge of guilt in her voice; she obviously didn't feel right leaving her mentor's side, when Discord was still around. At the very mention of her name, Fluttershy cowered behind Pinkie Pie, the latter of whom nudged her in the head with a hoof for reassurance. This scene reminded Dalton of a FlutterPie fanfic he read where they nudged their muzzles together and, for some reason or another, ended up having hot intercourse in front of the Cutie Mark Crusaders in Rarity's Boutique.

As they walked towards PonyVille, which seemed like a 10 minute journey, the Mane Six filled him in on details, such as how Pinkie Pie took him from Earth to Equestria, (turns out, the only pony capable of surviving interdimensional travelling was Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash, the latter of which required the performance of a sonic rainboom to survive it, so it was decided Pinkie should go) how Discord's reign begun yet again with his return, how each of them escaped Discord and how Princess Luna was corrupted to the dark side. The Mane Six took to the matter really painfully, even Pinkie Pie; they revealed the details with desperation clinging to their voices, and had apparently suffered much from the ordeal. For once, Dalton felt guilt and pity enter his mind slowly, but surely. Ha, who the hell am I kidding, his pants looked like a tent as he made no effort to hide his stimulated wood, the excitement of being so near his potential playthings egging it on further. Their words bounced off Dalton's ears, with the imaginary screams that roamed his head as thoughts of clopfics transcended his mind, deafening him.

"Hey, do you need to check that out, Mr. Dee?" Pinkie Pie asked Dalton a question just as Rainbow Dash was about to finish her account of how she escaped Discord. Pinkie Pie's baby blue eyes were magnetised to that 'tent' Dalton pitched and he gave a gasp of surprise. The other ponies were now suddenly drawn to it as well, curiosity in their eyes.

"Um, it's, um... my tail, we humans have tails in the front, which get really tall when we're fearful and that's my story and I'm sticking to it," said Dalton, immediately wishing he'd take back those words; he was a horrible liar, maybe even worse than Applejack.

"Okie-Dokie-Lokie!" Pinkie Pie broke the tense 5 seconds of silence that followed and the other ponies accepted it, continuing their trek over several hills to PonyVille. Dalton heaved a sigh of relief as his member started to soften. Once in the town, they passed ruined houses, with the protection of an invisibility spell by Twilight to evade detection by Discord. It didn't help that the ponies had to huddle close to Dalton; that only served to fuel his unclean imagination further. The man and the ponies observed other ponies trudging around town, many of them having lolled out tongues and derpy eyes. It seemed that most of them were carrying supplies to Discord, some of them dismantling their own houses to carry wooden planks and metal nails towards the heart of the town. At Sugarcube corner, Mr and Mrs Cake were dragging a cart each, and in each of them was a voluminous cake called the Marzipan Mascarpone Meringue Madness.

"Oh.... my.... gosh," Pinkie Pie's mouth was a waterfall of saliva, and her eyes scrutinized the cakes with longing. The other ponies stopped and admired the cakes too; they had only had the privilege of eating one of these cakes, or MMMMs as Pinkie Pie called them. The ponies looked like they were going to explode from hunger; from what Dalton could faintly recall from the ponies' tales on their trek to PonyVille, food was scarce in the library. As for Dalton, his southern birdie was about to explode from a different feeling all together, as pony fur rubbed against his thighs, and the warmth from the ponies transferred onto him. Just then, a voice boomed from the centre of the town.

"Oh, please Twilight, that spell is so kindergarten. I wouldn't call myself a God if I couldn't see through that, my little pony."

Dalton felt air rush against his ears and heard a *fwoosh* sound very much like that of a vacuum cleaner in 'suck' mode or whatever that mode was called, and found himself lying on the floor the next moment, near six squealing ponies. He opened his eyes, looked up to the skies and saw, that he was just a poor boy who needed no sympathy as he saw the imposing figure of a 20-foot Discord, an amalgam of animal body parts that called itself the God of Chaos, in front of the remains of the town hall (it was without its original dome, and had boarded up windows). Dalton tried hard to suppress his fear; he'd imagine scoffing in the face of Discord, from the seemingly harmless light he is portrayed in for the television series, and it seemed that his predicted impression was far from the real thing. For the first time in his journey here to Equestria, adrenaline fueled his fear, not his lust. Discord's lizard-like muzzle erupted into a grin as his eyes fell on Dalton.

"The blond, naked one is to be your saviour? Oh my, the Princess is quite desperate." Discord smirked as he took a bite out of an MMMM, from a zombiefied Mrs Cake who was apparently teleported here too. Dalton suddenly became self conscious and looked at himself. Whew, still got my trousers on, Discord's just saying nonsense. If Discord weren't here, he wouldn't have minded being bare. In the town square, the Mane Six were already active and on their hooves, all eyeing Discord with stares of animosity. Zombie ponies started to trot up from houses and some dropped what they were carrying to Discord and proceeded to surround the Mane Six and Dalton.

"Ahhh yes, and there is Fluttershy, my old pal. Come to say hi?" The pink maned pony cowered and let out an *eep* sound. Dalton saw this and his heart began to rise with a mix of pity and indignation; such a beautiful creature like Fluttershy did not deserve to be stepped on by the likes of Discord. The beast continued,"I cannot genuinely believe that all of you were so gullible to believe that I had given up chaos reaping for something as petty as.... euch... friendship."

"Yes, this human is our saviour, and he is a brave soul willing to save another race from evil like yours!" Rarity shouted up to Discord, for once standing up for Dalton. She obviously was still suspicious about Dalton, as she had proven in their first meeting. Or was it the clashing colors of his green trousers and pink T-shirt that gave her the bad impression?

"Hmmph. Well I do suppose I can make time in my schedule for a little fun. Busy week, you know?" Discord laughed mirthfully, "Well, crossing dimensions must have been pretty hard, so I'll make it worth your effort. A little game of wits shall be arranged for, though all present know, deep down, who the winner shall be. Please, zomponies, stand down, all of you are frightening the guests!" At this, the zombie ponies reverted to their original tasks.

Dalton was now on his feet, reinvigorated by the support of his comrades. He spat at Discord, saying, "Give it your best shot, fuckface."

This wiped the grin off Discord's mouth as he cocked an eyebrow and scowled. "You called me... a what now?"

Dalton's words obviously confused Discord, but the reaction was logical. Beings in Equestria obviously didn't know about profanity, and Dalton's theory was proven right as the Mane Six carried similar confused looks on their faces at the word, fuckface.

Discord wiped the confused look off his face and his red pupils spoke of mischief yet again. "Well, no matter. You and I came here for a challenge and we shall have one. And just for the fun of it, I'll add your little friends to the mixture to spice things up. And before we get into it per se, I'd like to set down a catch to the challenge. You lose, you stay in PonyVille forever and become my mindless subordinate. Doesn't that sound fun? Oh, and the Mane Six here will have something.. special in store for them. Don't want to let out any spoilers now, would I?"

The Mane Six were no less belligerent in their stance after hearing Discord's words, but a growing air of tension was immediately recognizable by Dalton. He attempted to break it with his next sentence.

"And if I win?" Dalton spoke each word with a dose of venom, his resolve unfaltering as he yearned for the downfall of this troll.

"Well. If, and a large IF at that, you emerge as victor, I shall have to stop my campaign of terror, right all of the wrongs that I have done here, and sell my soul to Princess Celestia," quipped Discord, brimming with confidence, "Then it's settled. I choose the games, you have to play."

Before Dalton could protest, Discord snapped his fingers and the world before him evaporated for the second time that day, as he was trust into another journey.

LELELELELEL

Dalton's rump landed on a cold metal chair, his head throbbing and his entire body aching all over. It was a similar experience as to that of his journey to Equestria from Earth. As his vision was restored, he could see that his surroundings were darkness, but in front of him lay a television screen attached to a box, which was thrust into a spotlight. Across from him and at the other end of the box was another metal chair that faced him. Murmuring behind him belonged to the Mane Six, if his ears did not fail him. Just then, a familiar, deplorable voice reverberated across the walls of the room he was in, and blinding radiance shone around the room (which was more like an enclosed coliseum with a stage in the middle, supporting Dalton and the box) as spotlights dashed across the place. Discord had shrunk himself down to about half of his original size, but was still imposing. The beast settled himself down on the metal chair across Dalton.

"Fillies and Gentlecolts! Welcome to My Little Questionnaire, where a very lucky creature is here to challenge my wits. Give it up for, er... what's your name again?"

"Eat a cock, mofo," Dalton cussed, struggling to stand up; it seemed like an invisible force was pinning him on the chair.

"Eata Cockmofo! Now, I shall present 20 questions, simple enough, and getting them all right is your ticket to victory. Getting one wrong is a one-way kick back to Earth while the ponies here become my subjects! Are you game?" Discord smiled, and the truth weighed down upon Dalton; if he did not win against Discord, the Mane Six would surely be captured; they were lucky the last time, but now that they were together and under the watchful eye of Discord, chances of escape were slim. Dalton merely nodded to Discord's question.

"Good! Let the games begin!" This earned the unenthusiastic applause of zombie ponies, whom Dalton just noticed, which were lining the steps of the Coliseum. The Mane Six were directly behind him, looking up to him with eyes which shone with hope and desperation; Fluttershy's stare could have melted a million hearts. He knew, it was now or never.

"First Question." The television screen in front of Dalton turned on and five boxes appeared, four equally large boxes at the bottom of the screen and a larger box at the top, which housed the question. The options would appear in the four boxes.

"What is the name of Rarity's dress shop?"

Dalton heard a hiss behind him, "It's a boutique, that cur!"

"A. Fashion Disaster. B. Opal's Scratching Post. C. Carousal Bouti--"

"C! Final answer." Dalton interrupted Discord, eager to get this nonsense over with.

"Oh! Naughty, naughty Mr. Cockmofo, interruption will not go unpunished!" At this point, Dalton didn't bother correcting Discord's erroneous take on his name; He'd rather have a false name for Discord to make fun of than his real one.

"As a result, question 1 is deemed as void. Next question!" Discord smiled gleefully as a look of utter despair was sketched onto the ponies' and Dalton's faces.

"That's not fair!" An irate Rainbow Dash was clearly not amused at this development. Apparently, the Mane Six were under a similar trapping spell, so they were not able to move from their positions on the coliseum step; Rainbow Dash fluttered her wings furiously but helplessly.

"Nothing in life is fair dearie, haw-haw-haw. Now, a new question 1," Discord giggled as he read this next one,"Oh this is easy. What is Twilight Sparkle's name in binary code?"

What the fuck? This was the thought that crossed Dalton's mind as he processed the question. The hell's binary code?

"A.01010000011010010110111001101011011010010110010100100000010100000110100101100101 B. 01100110011101010110001101101011001000000111100101101111011101010010000001100011011101010110111001110100 C. 011001000110111101101110011101000111010001110010011000010110111001110011011011000110000101110100011001010110110101100101 or D. 01010100011101110110100101101100011010010110011101101000011101000010000001010011011100000110000101110010011010110110110001100101."

Dalton was utterly consternated. He only recalled binary as a bunch of 1s and 0s he heard about from the net and what was now presented before him was nothing short of foreign. Computers weren't his thing; the only use of the internet to him was to pleasure himself to ponies. He was utterly at a loss, and looked behind him to the Mane Six for reassurance.

"Looks like our contestant is really not in tip top form! What a pity! Come on folks! look lively for Mr. Cockmofo!" Monotonous clopping came from the zomponies, which only served to unnerve Dalton. Then, something in his brain snapped and Dalton's lips twitched violently. His hand, guided only by instinct, snaked their way into his trousers, bypassing his underpants. A violent swipe of his hand forced his pants off and exposed his Southern Stallion for all to see; something in his clopfic corrupted mind told him that this was the only way. The Mane Six expressed confusion in their faces and dialogue as they could not see Dalton's pecker due to the metal chair blocking the view.

"Lookie here folks! This creature's got a secret weapon... a limb of sorts?" Discord was genuinely perplexed by Dalton's move. The absence of horror on his face told Dalton that Discord probably had never seen or known about a cock his whole life. Heh, some God. For an entity which was a collection of animal parts, you'd think he'd have something to replace that space between his legs.

Dalton proceeded to run his hand up and down his shaft, feeling his veins throbbing as he aimed his extension skywards. He ignored Discord's snide remarks and thought of his Mane Six friends, their flawless flanks and perfect plots as he continued his assault on his nethers. The thrill of being watched by so many ponies and the relief that his Mane Six friends couldn't see what was going on egged him on further as he relentlessly rubbed, with the plots of clopfics running through his mind, of tales of BDSM and mindless rutting. Then, he felt the surge in excitement; he was about to release.

"Ahhhh!!!!!!" Dalton's cry was heard throughout the enclosed Coliseum as he blew his spunk skywards, with some of the stuff landing on the television screen. Dalton, physically and mentally spent, looked at the screen; most of it landed on the bottom right box, or option D. Discord now had a look of horror on his face; a creature with a limb that spewed white fluid was obviously unheard of by him.

"Option D! Final answer." Dalton said with finality, seemingly proud of his achievements. Dalton issued a satisfied smile at Discord. The man was quite sure that he would get it wrong, but the high from his relief he felt from his Sloppy Cloppy Time made him forget about his anxiety and worry towards the plight at hand.

Without a word, Discord keyed in the answer. This was followed by 20 seconds of silent suspense; as Dalton's high wore off, he was starting to doubt his answering technique. His sword still lay steely and rigid, in his hands, unsheathed and exposed.

"It's correct! One question down for our... runny contestant." Disgust was slathered on Discord's voice as he spoke this. Holy crap, Dalton made the God of Chaos feel this way! The human was proud of his achievements and thought that he deserved a medal.

"However did you do that?" Discord was quite doubtful of Dalton's 'technique' and smelled a rat. And seafood as Dalton's seed started making more smells.

"It just came to me," Dalton said, a cocky grin plastered on his face as he looked at Discord cock his eyebrow. "Well, anyway the wind blows i guess. Kinda guides my load to the answer, quite literally if you ask me."

The next eighteen questions were a blur; there were three or four questions with obvious answers, and about three more that required a little intuition to find out. The rest were insanely difficult questions which were rather bombastic. One of them demanded that Dalton find out the number of pixels that formed Rarity in minute 6:03 of the episode, The Sisterhooves Social. For such questions, he resumed his routine of answering; he'd load up his gun and fire after five minutes worth of effort. Somehow, the strain on Dalton wasn't as high as it was during his normal clop sessions; after about three times on average, he'd normally be spent. It could have been the abundance of his fetish, ponies, in the room or his determination to save his friends. And it was a great motivation to hear the Mane Six cheer for him; a 'yay' from his favorite yellow coated pony was enough to get his libido standing yet again.

"Now the last question, and this is nothing short of killer," Discord said this as he sniffed the air; there was revulsion in his voice as he smelt raw octopus. Dalton didn't bother cleaning up his load and it's decomposition left a rather unsettling after odour.

"How many bags of luggage did Sweetie Belle have to cart over to the campsite in the episode 'Sleepless in PonyVille'?" At this, there was furious murmuring from the Mane Six, particularly Rarity, who was the sister of the filly Sweetie Belle. Dalton knew that the Mane Six wouldn't dare cheat after Discord pulled off his stunt at the very first question from a mere interruption.

"A. Nineteen. B. Twenty. C. Twenty-one. or D. A hundred." Discord's muzzle broke into a smile; surely the human didn't have anything left in his fifth limb by now. This trickery was beyond Discord's comprehension, but he decided to allow it anyway; after all, it couldn't be magical, as he knew this creature was from a world of mechanical and technological advancement, devoid of magic.

"It's B, final answer," said Dalton with a grin.

"WHAT?!! How in Equestria do you know this?!" Discord was flabbergasted; this thing could not be anything less than a magician.

"Some bronies are diligent, you know," Dalton said triumphantly, looking at his fingernails in typical Discord fashion.

Discord was fuming. This wasn't how he predicted it to end.

"So? Keying B in or what?" Dalton said, beside himself in anticipation. The Mane Six were cheering louder than ever, and Dalton was so confident that he let his alpha male return to its den.

"I said... only if you win... but not keying in the answer means YOU CAN'T WIN!" Discord started laughing maniacally and a Chesire Cat smile graced his lips, and he snapped his fingers. With a poof, the Coliseum disappeared and all of the ponies fell 50 feet from the air down to PonyVille below, towards certain doom.

LELELELELEL

When Dalton came back to consciousness, he was back on the ground, with Rainbow Dash laying him upon the ground; obviously, the daredevil pegasus saved them all from death. He looked up to the skies yet again and saw a terrible sight: a 40-foot Discord, with a full set of fangs (instead of his usual single fag) adorning his jaws and also having several foot long biceps and a six pac that looked like a pony could be crushed if it was placed between them. The zomponies were nowhere to be seen.

"FACE ME MR. COCKMOFO AND BE ANNIHILATED!" Discord was not happy.

Just then, a gigantic foot descended upon the Mane Six and Dalton with great speed.

Dalton braced for death but found himself yet again on solid ground; he was now on the rooftops of one of PonyVille's houses. Twilight Sparkle had cast a teleportation spell, which relocated the group to the top of a cottage. Discord was around 10 blocks further away but reaching the group was only a matter of strides for the beast.

"Quick! Do an enlargement spell or something!" Dalton thought only to face the Spirit of Chaos head on, to finish him off once and for all. Twilight nodded her head but her scowl said something else; she was uncertain of her abilities, probably because she rarely did such spells. Dalton remembered in The Cutie Mark Chronicles when Twilight inadvertently, under influence of a Rainboom, increased a newborn baby dragon's size to several stories high. All he was thinking about at that time was how Twilight could increase the dragon beneath his legs with her seductive purple plot. Now, she was going to do it, and this time to his entire body.

Discord, which had sensed the ponies teleport away, strode with haste towards the cottage where they lay, totally vulnerable to Discord's wrath. With a maniacal grin, he curled his fist and leapt into the air, about to bring it down upon the cottage.

*WOK!*

Discord flew through the air but in a direction opposite that of his intention, having been hit by a surprisingly large force. As he flew backwards, he tilted his head towards the cottage: what he saw amazed him. A 40-foot Dalton, completely naked and now adorned with rippling biceps and a solid six pac, was staring Discord in the eye with utter vehemence. His blonde hair became substantially larger. (if you have trouble remembering this, think of Super Saiyan)

"Ready to rumble, Discord?" Dalton said, with amusement in his voice. Discord's countenance contorted into a frown, and the beast's wings flapped and carried him towards Dalton with lightning speed. Dalton anticipated a punch and held out an open fist but was met with an unorthodox move; Discord flew up and slapped the human across his face with his tail. With a grunt, Dalton took two steps back and reeled from the pain, in the process leveling a cottage. The Mane Six were on the ground, protected by a force field set up by Twilight, and cheering on his efforts against Discord.

Discord landed back on the ground in front of Dalton and attempted to land an uppercut on Dalton's head but his arm was grabbed by the human, who proceeded to drag the rest of the beast onto the ground. For extra measure, Dalton slammed a foot down on Discord's exposed stomach, and the spirit of chaos writhed under it in agony. However, Discord was not to be outdone as he used his legs to buck Dalton off, sending him to the other side of PonyVille, in the process breaking through at least 10 cottages, with his body finally landing in the side of Sugarcube Corner.

"Nggh.... Twilight!" Dalton called for the purple unicorn's name, and almost immediately, she appeared right next to his slumped figure with a *pop* sound. The giant whispered words to Twilight, and the unicorn nodded furiously in response. Dalton got an idea, inspired by his... imaginative mind as he heard Discord from the other end of town hurling insults at him.

"What's the matter, creature? Out for the count? Eata Cockmofo, this isn't how I imagined the hero of PonyVille would go down, haha," yelled Discord. The monster was bracing for yet another charge at Dalton, fists clenched and legs bent for take off. With a warcry, Discord advanced yet again, but saw the human ingest and swallow a large white object. Whatever could that be, thought Discord, as he reached out his palm to grab Dalton's face.

The palm grabbed something different altogether; it was long, rigid and caked with sweat. It.... can't be, thought Discord as he slowly directed his eyes downwards. It was the human's fifth limb, and it was stiff as a rod and was half the height of the human, and was as broad as a cottage. The white object must have been a supplement to engorge it. In his confusion, Discord softened his grip on the member and back away, giving Dalton leverage to slip out and use his tallywhacker as a club, bashing Discord's face into a nearby cottage.

"Viagra's a bitch isn't it? I keep several in my wallet at all times." Dalton smirked, patting himself on the back for his idea to give his wallet to Twilight for safekeeping before transformation. Apparently, under the influence of magic, the viagra's effects were multiplied and came faster.

"Arggh! Time to DIE!! YOU'RE JUST A PUNY THING TO ME, WHAT CAN YOU DO AGAINST A GOD?!" Discord was beyond furious; the greatest threat to him was a puny creature from another world, and could do all of this without the Elements of Harmony. Discord channeled his rage into his next charge, aiming for the human's fifth limb.

"That's not something you should--" Dalton started, as Discord attempted to rip the fifth limb off, digging his manticore-like claws into it. But his attempts at pulling it off were rewarded with something else entirely, as it served as further stimulation to Dalton's already heightened libido.

*SPLOOSH*

A jet of molten and white hot 'lava' spurted into Discord's mouth, with none of it spilling out. Discord stepped back in pain, as the liquid burned inside of his stomach and made breathing difficult as it clogged up his trachea. The god fell on his back and closed his eyes, heaving deep breaths as he struggled to survive from the deadly blow from Dalton. Discord shrunk back to his 10-foot tall self and spewed out vomit and did so in voluminous amounts, drenching the ground around him in his discharge mixed with semen. Discord had to stomach the original volume of Dalton's spunk at his normal level, and every second of his existence was true agony.

Dalton reverted back to his original form too, and though his strength was nearly sapped from him from experiencing 15 orgasms that day, he still found some to trudge over to Discord. His pacs and muscular biceps were gone, replaced with his originally thin frame and hunching back.

"Accept... defeat," Dalton was unnerved by the sight and smell of all of the puke surrounding him, and was threatening to vomit too. Dalton's manhood was bleeding for the first time, from the lacerations given to him by Discord, and it was in the worst pain he had ever experienced, increasing as bloodflow from the Viagra still kept strong.

Discord could find no other alternative; his magic was only effective when his mind was clear but right now unbearable pain filled his chest and throat, throwing him off his magical balance. No teleporting away, no more tricks were to be expected from him.

"Y-yes.." A gurgled response came from Discord as he coughed more of Dalton's seed out. Dalton was exhausted too, and collapsed to the ground.

Yet again, the world turned black for our hero.

Author's Note

Oh my gosh, this has really been something for me. This is probably the most fucked up shit I've done in my life. I do apologize if there are any noticeable typos or errors, I will rectify them in the future when I have a clearer mind. Anywho, do provide positive feedback and constructive criticism after reading, if you can!

P.S This series is heavily influenced by the likes of SpeedoSausage (creator of clopping.mov on Youtube) and Hotdiggedydemon (creator of Pony.mov on Youtube and Ask Jappleack on Tumblr)