In the meadow beyond, lived a gentle being of utmost care. A creature that only one being knew about. Many would crave to see this utter enchantment, but the only thing they would find by searching for it was grass. Discord made sure of that.
For no pony and nobody was allowed to touch her. Discord knew if such a thing happened it would corrupt her completely; ruining the fantasy of his beloved Betsy.
Yes, Betsy, was a cow. No ordinary one mind you, but a cow none the less. Now, no one knows why Discord was so in love with the simple beast, but the few who did know never lived long to tell the tale. Discord didn't like getting his hands dirty, but if he had to kill to keep his dark secret, he would.
Seasons came quicker and quicker though, as Discord became of old age and he had sworn to his Betsy that if anything would happen to him, he would come to her. Whether that be in dark times, or when he was near his death bed, he promised never the less. So, there he was, like he promised: Old and withern like someone had dispensed him into the garbage.
His beard color matched his mane now and wrinkles were permanently plastered upon his face. It was clear why he was here.
Yet, his Betsy did not see him, or at least so he thought, but once he had come directly towards her, he had felt invisible. She was looking right through him! Was he truly so frail that he was disappearing from the very world as he knew it? No... His Betsy would never do that.
Wait, perhaps.... Could it be? Yes! She must still have the blanket of illusion still around her. Well that was no problem, all he had to do was- Oh no. How could he have been so foolish!?
Snapping his fingers as rapidly as his arthritis talons could handle, he just didn't have the magic enough to bring the easy veil off his beauty! No! This couldn't be happening!
Tears shot down his face now as he damned the heaven's above for his beautiful Betsy to see him, paws and talons tearing the veil as much as he could, but alas, it would not vanish.
Broken and defeated, he fell down to the ground and started to sob, covering his face to shield any passer by to see his distraught features. Heaven forbid even Fluttershy see him in this state, even if she was his friend; he just couldn't allow anyone or anypony know what kind of misery he was placed in.
Yet, at that moment, it was too late; he was beginning to fade. This was it.
Seeing no other way to pass through the barrier and his once brilliant mind becoming dust he decided to lay on his back and close his eyes. A rather peaceful and perturbed face was plastered on him, however, as he just couldn't bear the pain of not sharing this last moment with his delicate flower Betsy.
Yet, as the gentle calm wind caressed what was left of his ragged fur coat, he had felt it; the tender rub of udders against his body.
Gasping in shock and opening his eyes, he had found his Betsy, completely unaware of him and yet...! She was rubbing against him! Oh sweet blissful joy, at least the illusion couldn't take this away from him!
His excitement was not hidden, however, for as soon as he even tried to whisper sweet nothing's to his beloved cow, the udders that grinded his body began to revive a part of him he never thought possible to return: His sexual drive.
Yes, below him was his purple dragon member. Where it once rested inside its sheath, now rose a proud eight inch penis; dripping hot and ready to penetrate his lover he had missed so long ago.
Oh Betsy, yes...
Could his luck be that easy? Well, the swelling in his testes must have been true; she was bringing him to his delicate hardened peak.
He tried his best to grab her with his already failing arms, but the veil of fantasy and illusion was still in his way, and yet, as she chewed her cud, the eyes didn't lie.
Betsy...? Can it be? Can you see me?
Discord never in a million years thought that he, The Master of Chaos and Disharmony, could fall completely out of hysterics and stupidity just for this lone cow alone. Yet, he could, he knew that now... After all those years of defending her and treating her as his own, he was actually proud of the fact that he loved more then just one pony in the world. He loved a cow as well.
He didn't know how long he could hold on though, however as his body was beginning to quake with that old familiar feeling he felt so long ago. A feeling in his bones that only exploded when around his precious Betsy.
Her udders were driving his member wild at this point, and he knew that it was premature to erupt this close, but his life depended on this final moment with his long-lost lover. He didn't care about anything except his Betsy and, Betsy in her heart knew she belonged to him.
His legs were moving up and down now and his tail was friskier then ever as it swung around waiting for the moment to arrive, and yet, when it did? He didn't know what hit him. Yet, just like that? He was in heaven.
His eyes were the first to open before his seed splattered up against her tender milky udder, the nubs on the round ball of fat giving just enough edge to make him cum and cum again.
"Oh Betsy! Betsy! BABY! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"
He didn't have time to react if she could hear him, for all his life could see was his beautiful Betsy, and in that moment, time slowed down. This was how he was going to die, with his Betsy. Even if she couldn't see him, she knew all the right signs to show her care and how much she was there for him. By saying nothing at all, she said just enough.
So with the final spurt of his seed planted on his odd lover's face, he closed his eyes once more and began to drift, this time for good. Yet, this time, instead of fear, he was now serene as he passed onto the next life.
A smile, still plastered on his face.
Oh, Betsy...
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Time passed, but it soon came to a stop as something miraculous happened at exactly three-thirty-three am. There, inside the dead shell of Discord, was the crawl and rumble of new life. It started out slow, then it started to grow and then boom, the once proud abomination of disharmony exploded.
This grotesque visual would have been described as such if not for the sudden movement in the entrails of the so called "victim." There, playing with the body parts as if a toy, was the new and improved baby Discord, ready again to become the Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony as he once was.
And with Betsy nearby, the baby knew just what to do.
He was slow at first, but as he found his four awkward body parts together, he began pradding over to his new mommy to lick off some special white coating on her, it looked so appetizing after all.
And those udder's looked pretty tasty too!
Author's Note
If you take this seriously I will glare at your lawn mower.
Also to those who are confused why Discord can touch Betsy by being a child, its because he's so overwhelmingly powerful at his birth stage that he doesn't even have to snap it off.
Also the dark tag was just in case people would become unsettled by baby Discord coming out of the old Discord and playing with certain things.
This joke was created by multiple things but mainly Discord's strange bond with cows wherever I went. He just always seemed to be bound to one or another... So the jokes circulated and well... This masterpiece came to be.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to actually write real chapter stories for good fanfics.
