Changeling Slave Goo

Far above the cloud line, in between Fall Mountains, rested a smallish wooden hut. Inside this wooden hut laid one of the few alicorns in existence. He had a odd name, one uttered by the shadows and scum of Equestria. He was renowned in the underworld as a great fighter, a unstoppable magician and a fierce lover. He had never known true love, and had always been assigned to guard the garment of healing. For that was his purpose. Few knew he really existed.

Few knew  Edgy McKorukajin.

Discord dumped the bag onto Twilight. "We have two tents, a week supply of food, a couple of weapons, some spare stuff and a chicken!"

The bag clucked.

"What." Said Dash, giving a blank stare.

Up ahead, Fluttershy flew past the rocks of the mountain path, looking ahead for her friends. She knew how bad the trail could get with things like rocks and debris from the local tribes. As she landed in a tree, she watched the trio walk up the path. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want a changeling to ravage her body like a fat Mexican man does to a lawn. She didn't even know what a Mexican was. She felt the sickening semen of the Changelings boil inside her, heating her various sexual organs and throat, filling her with the desire to mate with one again.

Discord glanced at Fluttershy, watching her mind be corrupted. He let the other two trudge ahead, before lifting his hand to Fluttershy, and casting a sickly yellow spell onto her.

"That should keep you contained..."

Several minutes later, the group had stumbled upon a obstacle. The cliff next to the path had collapsed, eliminating the path.

Twilight sat down, looking at the map. "We could try to cross here, or take another route. The other route will extend our journey by two hours or so, and we will need to go through a forest..." She looked at Discord. "Well?"

Discord lifted a claw, and opened his mouth. "The obvious answer is to fly, you silly pony! We all have wings here!" He giggled, before taking off and flying over the broken path. Rainbow Dash quickly flew past him, and they had a small race, all the while Twilight slowly stumbled in the air. Fluttershy kept up with her, making sure she didn't fall. As soon as the group landed however, a rock slid off the mountain and smacked Twilight on the back. The force of the jagged rock caused her bag to rip open, and she fell down. She tumbled and stumbled, falling off the cliff and grasping the rock edge. Nothing fell out of the bag, save for a small plastic bag.

"MY CHEETOS!" Yelled Rainbow Dash, as she zoomed to get them, leaving only Discord and Fluttershy to save her.

"Well... I can't help, you don't think I'm a 'friend'." Discord stated, floating on the spot. He summoned a bag of popcorn and began eating.

Fluttershy sighed, and used her feeble strength to pull up Twilight. As they stood on the edge, the wind whipped their hair around as they stared into each others eyes. Twilight was fuelled by love and passion, and Fluttershy was driven on by lust she couldn't sense. Each one yearned to kiss, and to have consensual sex for the sole purpose of love, yet did not know if the other one would accept it. Eventually, Twilight let out a simple thanks, and the band of ponies plus a god continued on.

My my my... how sensual.

You quickly look away from the two soon-to-be-lovers, hoping you won't spoil anything for the readers. This wasn't quite to plan, but it helped. A lot. You lazily cast a eye at Rainbow Dash, who was back pedalling through the air, resting the bag of munchies on her stomach. You summoned a small folder of notes on the Guardian of the Fedora of Healing, giving a glance over at the drawing of him. The one with no apparent name. You look over his large black feathers with a shiny sheen on them, and his long, narrow and pointy horn. You lift the page to your nose and take a deep whiff.

Smells like...

Bronies.

You sharpened your katana. You have tightened your crossbow strings. You have fixed your armour.

You have even packed your supplies.

You sit in your hut, leaning over a small pot of greenish-blue liquid, watching your hoof greaves soak in the concoction. You let out a gentle snort, and slowly fish them out with some tongs, leaving them to dry outside. You stick your snout into the air, breathing in the mountain air. Changeling goop, Village dwellers and... pumpkins. Just like before. You slide on your scabbard, making sure the katana was secure, before sliding on your new-ly "edited" greaves. Glancing at them, you look at white metal and flame patterns. Time to head out...