Origins-8

Very rarely was there a day that wasn't like this in Equestria. Barely a cloud in the sky with the sun shining warmly on the land. How typical it all was, couldn't there be a stray tornado or quick ray of lightning? Those were natural occurrences. At least as close to natural as ponies let them be. Everything outside of the infamous Everfree forest, in terms of weather was controlled manually by those feather-brained pegasi.

Discord chuckled. Minus one.

Still, he couldn't help but find it all incredibly boring and he wasn't afraid to voice his opinions about the equine populace's fixation on harmony and balance. He knew they didn't much care what he had to say...like, ever but did that bother him? A god? The literal incarnation of chaos? Not a chance. So, he put up with it, he was reformed after all. Doesn't mean he couldn't embrace his natural preferences though. Sometimes, when he was in his thinking tree, he couldn't help but wonder about the unicorn and pegasi fractions of Equestria. Discord was a jumbled mass of animals. Name any critter and there's a very good chance that some part of him came from it. He had the wing of a bat, the lungs of a giraffe and the brain of an elephant. Then there were ponies. He could understand Earth-ponies being harmonious and all but the other races? Pegasi were just horses with giant bird wings glued to their sides and unicorns were, again, horses with narwhal horns strapped to their foreheads.

He grinned at that. He'd love to see Rarity's reaction to that little comment.

So, with all this in mind, they were all, really, spliced animals. Except animals don't talk or have coherent thought. Why was he the only being that just absolutely loved chaos when there were so many species of, admittedly, chaotic creatures in the world. Minotaurs, griffons, all chimeras like him. Maybe-

"Don't you agree?"

Discord snapped back to reality and turned his gaze upward. Sitting across from him was the ever-smiling Princess Celestia. Her horn lit up with a golden aura and she magically lifted her tea cup to her lips, carefully watching him. The draconequus looked down, finding his reflection staring at him with a blank expression in the hot, light brown liquid. It suddenly donned on a sombrero, tipped it in his direction and then walked off into the setting sun in the distance. It was little things that he enjoyed most, since he couldn't enjoy the big things anymore. That's when he remembered that the alicorn had asked him a question.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Indeed." He answer, leaning back in the air, hovering above the ground. He hoped that was the right answer.

"I thought you might."

"You must know me quite well, then, Celly."

"I like to think I do." She grinned at him. "But I hardly believe that I do. Why don't we try to change that?" She asked, placing her cup on the table and leaning her face onto her hooves as her elbows propped herself up.

Discord smirked at the princess and drank the porcelain of his own cup before setting down the tea, suspended in it's shape just an inch off the surface. "Well, if you must know. I was born on a Mondee, christened on Tuesdee. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Anyway, the point is, I was turned to stone on Sunday."

"Discord." Celestia deadpanned, putting her hooves lightly together.

"Oh, you're just no fun anymore, Tia." His lion's paw jotted out from her ivory shoulder before wrapping around it in a tight embrace, his head followed, he stared into her one magenta eye as he grinned wider. "Don't you remember all the good times w-"

"You ate my tail."

"-I had?"

"We were also mortal enemies."

"Yes, yes. I know." Discord's tone changed uncharacteristically. "And I'm...mostly sorry for that."

"I'm glad to hear you say that...Dizzy."

"Okay, now I'm not sorry."

Celestia just giggled. "You're such a hypocrite."

"Moi?"

"Mhmm." The princess hummed, closing her eyes as she took another sip of her beverage. "You can dish out the jokes but you can't take them."

"is that, right?" He asked, half-heartily as his eagle claw stretched out into her view. She didn't think alot of it when she noticed the cone of fairy-floss he began hungrily munching on. She couldn't help but wonder what it tasted like, there were so many colours. Mostly a light, dampened blue, some pink, a hint of minty green, all swirled up in a deliciously looking mass of-

That's when it hit her.

"DISCORD!"

The draconequus barely kept in his chuckle. "Oh, did you want some? Old habits die hard."

Celestia gave a glance to the ground beside her where her ethereal tail would be slowing flowing in a non-existent breeze. Except it wasn't. "Give it back!"

"Aww but why?" The alicorn's response was cut short as her spine snapped straight. Her muscles tensed and a bright shade of pink decorated the pure white fur of her cheeks and ears as she felt a firm and slightly painful smack on her rear. It went off with a resounding crack of flesh. "I think your flanks look much sexier without it."

That, ladies and gentlemen, was the day that fire scorched the streets of Canterlot as Princess Celestia burned with rage while chasing the ever-cackling spirit of chaos, the whole time, omnom-nomming up on the alicorn's tail.

Discord noticed himself having a lot more fun around now that that pesky pegasus was gone.

He should have sent her off to whatever plain of existence she landed in ages ago.

Patience. It sure as Hell pays off.

Neil took a moment to stand there above the bed. In the darkness, he was just a shadowy figure, looming over her sleeping form. So peaceful, so fragile she was. He couldn't wait. Couldn't wait to break her. Oh, yes, he had plans for her. So many plans and like it or not, she was going to follow through with them.

After all, he saved her. Yes, he was the one that found her and brought her out of the cold, out of the rain and out of the way of people's sight. Neil was the one that bandaged up her wounds and let her heal in the confines of his home. Oh yes, she now owed him a life debt and he was going to claim every single ounce of worth out of that debt.

That idiot, Wade had nodded off an hour ago. He spent that whole time, just watching him sleep, praying that he would stay that way. When he thought it was safe, he headed right for the door. The door that held his prize and when he opened it, she was still there. Still warm, still alive, still real.

Still his little Dashie.

There was no time to lose. Neil shook his head and reached down for her. Her cyan fur was soft against his skin as his hands slid under her. Oh, just to hold her. He could barely constrain himself but he was going to do it right. There was no point in simply raping her here and now. No, not while she was unconscious. Neil needed her awake, needed to look into her eyes while he did it. While he did so many things to her. While she did so many things to him. It was going to be incredible.

The thick blanket covering her body slipped off, leaving it completely exposed to him. He shuddered as he cradled her, her head slumped in one hand and her...ohh, so firm and tender flank in the other. She was a bit heavier than he had thought but that was fine, she'd be able to work all the calories in the world once she was in his home.

Slowly, he creaked his way over to the door, eager to quickly get out of the house but then took a moment to think.

Wade.

What was he going to do about him? It'd be easy enough to kill him but the last thing he needed was some detective snooping around his business. He was less concerned about being caught for murder than he was for what would happen if they found a motive...the actual motive. The one hanging, passed out in his arms. He couldn't bare the thought of her being held in captivity in some lab somewhere, interrogated, killed and dissected. Not necessarily in that order. She was his and only his. No one could have her but him and if he did jail time, he would be away from her instead of with her where he could be enjoying her. His little Dashie.

That idiot would have to live, then but just how was he going to get away with it with him? Neil knew above all that he was, admittedly, acting suspicious and by all social normality, king of creepy. He wasn't ignorant and he sure-as-Hell wasn't stupid. Then again, neither was Wade. He was smart enough to chalk it up to him kidnapping her and Neil was no fighter if Wade decided to get aggressive. He was a goody two-shoes and if he ever found her in the way Neil would make her...he might just kill him.

Unless...

Neil glanced over to the window off to the side of the room. A malicious grin formed on his face as he hatched the foundations of a plan, a story to tell his idiotic friend. Setting his Dashie down again briefly, he walked over to the pulley and gave it a few tugs, unveiling the blinds that concealed the transparent glass. He didn't waste a moment and slowly pulled it up all the way to it's limits. Nodding, he went back and picked her up again before walking out and nudging the door closed behind him.

Pushing back the urge to spit in distaste at the image of the bumbling drunk laying there, passed out on the couch, Neil crept his way to the front door. With any luck, no one would be out and about at this time of night. The sound of loud, nasally snoring overpowered the pitter-patter of his toes hitting the floorboards throughout the darkness of the house. The smirk on his scraggly features grew wide as he stepped up to the door but just as his hand went for the knob, letting his Dashie's weight rest on his wrist, he froze at the sound of very groggy groan coming from behind him.

In hindsight, Neil's best bet was to yank the door open and escape into the night before he could be seen but he just tensed up. He may or may not have just shitted himself when the room was enveloped in a dim, orange light before he heard a yawn.

"Man, I gotta-..."

Caught.

In his mind, he was screaming.

"Neil." That didn't sound like Wade. Wade sounded cheerful, happy. That wasn't Wade.

His skin became moist with sweat.

"What are you doing?" That voice again. It felt like his own personal siren, slowly drawing him to his end with it's voice. "What are you doing with Rainbow?"

He spoke without thinking. "I'm...."

Wade couldn't put a word to it. Through all the alcohol in his system, something about what he was seeing cleared everything that needed to be cleared for him. He had woken up in complete darkness, his bladder telling him that it was time to lighten the load and he sees this after bathing the room in light from a single, tall lamp standing by the couch. Neil just stood there, with his back to him, holding Rainbow Dash bridal-style. Nothing sat right with him and it'd take a miracle of an excuse to convince him otherwise.

"She's still hurt. Where are you going with her?"

Neil's eyes shrunk to size of a spider's as he weighed his options. There was no way he could outrun the man behind him, especially with his Dashie in his arms. Neil knew full-well that he had the courage to murder if he had to but there's no way he'd win in a fight against him and there was obviously no excuse he had.

No...no, no, NO! This was NOT how it was supposed to happen! She was his! ALL HIS! She belonged to him and he OWNED her! That pretty little mouth of hers was supposed to be serving his throbbing cock by now! Look at her! He felt robbed. Robbed of his chance to have what was rightfully his. He wouldn't go back. There was no going back to the late nights on tumblr and rule 34 image threads. Not now. Not after knowing that the REAL thing existed. She was his. All his. His. Not Wade's. NOT WADE'S! HI-

Something very deeply routed in Neil's brained snapped as his head slowly turned around, snapping his gaze to the man behind him.

Wade's hands balled into fists as he stared at his 'friend' steadily moving to face him. There was something wrong with his eyes. It was subtle before but now? There was a spark there, a twinkle of...he couldn't describe it as anything else but evil and out from his mouth, he spat.

"She's mine."

"...What?"

"You heard me, you fucking idiot! She's MINE!"

"Neil, you best calm right down-"

"No! You can't have her. I know you want her but you CAN'T have her!"

"Just what in the Hell are you talkin' about, you-"

"You knew! You thought you could break her before I could! Make you her master before I could!" Neil glanced down to her sleeping face and an almost teary smile etched it's way onto his face briefly. Wade took a step back as he watched him thrust his head forward, pressing his lips to her own and forcing his tongue inside her mouth. It only lasted a second but it was enough.

"But no. You won't. You thought you could rub my nose in it but oh, no. She's going to be my pet. MY slave. You can't make me go back. I won't let you!"

Wade slowly shook his head, baring his teeth behind his lips. "You're insane."

"You must think I'm crazy if you think I'm going to waste this chance!"

"What kind of monster are you, Neil?" He took a step forward. "Do you know who that is? Do you know what she is?"

"Of course I do!" Neil smiled down at her. "She's my little Dashie."

"Wrong answer." Before Neil could react, Wade dashed for him. Hooking his arms under Rainbow Dash's limp body, he pushed her up, his strength overpowering Neil's. He lifted one foot up. "Mother-" And kicked Neil's stomach with a quick thrust. "-Fucker!"

As Neil fell back, hitting the back of his head against the door, Wade jumped back with Rainbow in his arms. He stopped and stared for a moment, watching Neil as he groaned and rubbed a spot in his scalp. Without wasting another moment, Wade spun on his heel and set Dash down on the couch.

Neil looked up just to see that thieving bastard lay HIS Dashie down and lean over her like some damn prince in a fairy tale. Casting all thoughts of better judgement aside, he roared as he took off on his feet and tackled Wade to the ground. They both landed with a grunt before they rolled to their feet. The two men stood across from eachother, one with a serious look of bitter anger, the other with an expression of raving mad rage.

"I won't let you have her!"

Neil gave a swift punch. It connected harshly against his target, Wade staggered a bit but retaliated without mercy. Neil went to the ground instantly after a sharp strike to his face.

"You're sick, Neil."

Neil shook it off and growled as he pushed Wade into the kitchen. He brought his head down to his knee. Wade cried out in pain at that but as his head sprang back, his eyes refocused on the man in front of him briefly before he brought his skull down on Neil's forehead. It hurt but by the sound of Neil's screeching, it hurt him alot more. Wade followed up with another quick hook to his jaw before bringing his knee up to Neil's stomach, he crumpled over on impact. He didn't stop and brought his elbow down on the pained man's neck.

"I can't believe you." He said lowly, watching as Neil went to his knees.

"S-shut up!"

"Just what were you thinking when I brought you in here? What were planning to do?"

"To take...what's mine..."

Wade's teeth grit harder against eachother. He brought his leg around and swung it against the side of Neil's skull. His head went to the side on impact as he staggered back, landing sitting on the kitchen floor, blood trickling out from his mouth and nose. He glared up at him.

"And then what? Huh?! How long were you planning to do? Could you even live with yourself? Could you die with the knowledge of what you did?"

"Yes...with her by my side...dying with me."

"You're sick. Very sick."

Wade just looked on in disgust as he watched him get up to his feet. He stood there for a moment, just panting and staring at him with those shrunk, crazy eyes of his. Wade couldn't even react in time when Neil reached straight for a stray kitchen knife resting on the counter beside him. Neil growled and swiped it in Wade's direction, just barely grazing his chest before he jumped back in time.

"I was hoping to avoid this, buddy. Maybe spin you a little story of how little scaredy Rainbow Dash took off as soon as she woke up." He mocked, waving the blade in his hand. "But no. Oh, no. You just have to ruin everything, don't you?"

"Shut up!" Wade dashed forward, knocking Neil off balance and the knife out of his hand.

Grabbing him by the hem of his shirt, Wade pushed up against the wall, pressing his forearm into his neck, choking him. He sputtered for words for a moment before Wade pulled back and connected his clenched fist with Neil's face. His head went back, hitting the wall behind him. Neil could feel blood starting to seep out.

"She's..." He coughed. "Not yours."

"I said; shut up!"

Wade reeled back to punch him again but was cut off by a thick spurt of crimson liquid splashing his eyes. He staggered back. Neil grinned and gave his jaw a swift uppercut. Wade yelped in pain and clutched his chin as he wiped away the blood from his eyes. Neil went in for the knife on the ground but was roughly shoved to the ground. Before he could get back up, Wade was on him. Pulling his head up off the floor, Wade slammed it back down. Neil instantly felt dizzy and his head start to bleed harder at that. When he could see clearly again, all he saw was the look of utter disbelieving hatred in his former friend's eyes.

"Why?!" He demanded. "Why, Neil?!"

"Because..." He bared his bloodied white teeth in a wide smile. "She's my little Das-"

His face met a hard fist at that.

"You're an animal!"

Another.

"A freak!"

Then another.

"Goddamnit, I trusted you!"

And another.

"Just tell me why." Wade brought his face up by the collar of his shirt. "Why? What the Hell kind of demented bastard are you to want to rape her? It's fucking Rainbow, damnit!"

"D-dashie."

"What?"

"Her name..." Neil slowly smiled as his hand hooked around something smooth. "...is Dashie."

Wade brought his fist back but was cut short as he felt a searing pain in his opposite arm. He screamed as he looked on to find the same knife from before lodged deep into his shoulder. Neil let go of the blade while Wade rolled off him, clutching his arm and screeching bloody murder. Neil wiped the blood from his face and looked up.

There she was. Still completely out cold.

There was a chance and it was the only one he had.

Staggering to his feet, he quickly took the little blue pegasus in his arms and bolted for the door. He glanced back to see Wade yanking the blade from his flesh with a sickening squelch and an agonizing yelp. He locked eyes with the bleeding man briefly before ripping the door open and making a beeline for the street with his little Dashie in his arms.

"Neil!!"

Into the driveway, Neil looked back and forth along the shadowy street. No potential witnesses. No cars. Nothing. Perfect. Neil ran straight for the footpath. Still nothing. He didn't waste another second and ran across the road.

"NEIL!!!"

He instinctively turned around at that and his features dropped in horror. Wade came staggering out of his house, clutching his bleeding arm for dear life. Never did his expression of rage leave his face and never did his eye leave his own. Neil stood there frozen for a while, up until Wade was half way across the street.

In the corner of his eye, Neil caught sight a stray beam of bright light, he opened his mouth to speak upon realization but nothing came of it.

Wade's head turned to the side just in time to see a pair of headlights flash in vision before his whole body felt the crushing pain of impact as the grill of the car crashed into him. His frame tumbled off the top of the hood, over the wind-shield, past the roof before he fell, face-first onto the gravel-paved road. The vehicle stopped shortly after he went down. Blood poured out from his body in a small pool as he lay there.

Neil stood there, holding his little Dashie's muzzle to his neck. He took a couple of deep breaths, just watching the scene play out from the shadows. As soon as he heard the car's doors open, he turned his head, finding no one in his path and sprinted down the road to his house.

About half way down, it occurred to him that it would've been much easier if he had gotten in his car instead of just running out.