A little bit of chaos

by TAW

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Human, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Sex
Length: 2922

Discord is banished to humanria. Bad things happen to a 2nd person audience-insert.

Because sometimes we feel pretty awful and decide that maybe writing absurd horse sex will make us feel better. Sometimes, surprisingly, it actually works.

Sometimes, a particularly slutty mare gives her opinions on biology, society, the ethics of being a good pet, and penises.

Published 2012-03-31 06:54:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-03-31 06:54:02 UTC

Chapter 1

Discord Turns Anon into Slutty Mare

"Oh, well isn't this fantastic!" you heard echoing through the corridors of your house, which you had previously thought empty. "I'm free!"

You grabbed your trusty baseball bat and ran out into the hall, brandishing your weapon again... an 8 foot tall something that appeared to be made entirely out of mismatched pieces, some belonging to animals you recognised and others... not at all. Nonetheless, you took a swing at it - it was in your house, it had to leave.

"Oh, the fun I'll- ow!" it cried as you struck again and again, bringing down your mighty club onto its head and knocking it to the ground. "Agh! Ow! Please, I beg you, stop!" it cried as you mercilessly continued, wanting whatever insane thing this was gone. Eventually, the cries stopped, as did the ragged breathing from its chest, as the blood began to seep into your carpet. At least it was dead.

You turned to clean your weapon, using a faithful towel that lay at the side of the room.

The cold, dead creature began to laugh. "Oh, you didn't really think I was dead, did you?" it gloated as its tail wrapped around your body and held you tight, and it ran a clawed hand down your cheek. "I, glad to meet you, am Discord, lord of chaos. You are..." it stated, before shoving a finger down your ear and closing its eyes, as if it was listening.

"You are a human being, and I don't know this world. Oh, and you don't have magic! This shall be so much fun. Those ponies were nice toys, but too dangerous. You humans shall do much better.

"Oh, but what shall I do with little old you? Hm, let me think... you liked hitting me, didn't you? Liked that power, the feeling of control, and the knowledge you could take everything from me? Don't lie, I can poke around inside you!" it questioned, scraping its finger around inside your head. The feeling was indescribable. Memories blinked out as his finger moved, and you found yourself not quite recalling what you couldn't recall. Though almost paralysed by fear, you managed a nod.

"Then I think I'll give you exactly what you want! Oh, no, I mean the opposite. Silly me, I'm almost as brainless as you sometimes!" it laughed, jamming its finger even further into your head as you began to black out - not through unconsciousness, but as your brain simply began to stop running. Moments before your last few thoughts died out, you began to remember things you were fairly sure never even happened.

****

You stood in the centre of your room, as usual. The thin leather collar around your neck chafed, like it usually did, bringing you slight discomfort and the chain connected to it kept you to within a few feet of the metal stake in the center of the room. Your coat was dirty and matted, and your eyes had long since lost that youthful, innocent sheen. The three men standing in a circle around you stared with uncaring eyes down at their pet, and a tear formed at the corner of your eye.

"Come on! Come closer already!" you begged. All your life you'd lived for this, as far as you knew. The collar had been your idea - when you'd been allowed to roam free throughout the city, people had often mistaken you for a lost pet, or a wild animal, and sometimes flat out refused to have sex with you at all. This made you very sad. Then one day, you'd met the man that had changed your life forever. He told you that if you'd just sign away all your rights as a sapient being, he could get you all the cocks you wanted. A bargain!

One of the men stepped a single step closer, and you lunged. The chain grew taught and stopped your muzzle an inch, or maybe even less, away from the tasty looking penis. You let out a whine, "Uuuugh! Please!" you cried, the smell of it driving you crazy with lust and the thrill of anticipation opening you like a tap.

You were going to have to talk to your owner about getting the rules changed. Being this cruel shouldn't be allowed, it just wasn't fair. The penises were RIGHT THERE, why couldn't you have them? You could see them! You could smell them! You could so nearly taste them! You just, as of course you should, being a good pet, wanted them inside of you.

The men did not move.

You sat down, letting your hind legs bend as your equine body rested. It wasn't as responsive as you remembered it, almost like you were having to get used to moving it. The only explanation you could think of was that you were still sore from last week, where you recalled interrupting a football game by taking both teams at once. On the pitch. Your nametag jangled around beneath you, the metal circle inscribed with two things - your name, and your owner. The side that was currently showing was your name - "Slutty Mare". As if your life was preordained, that was your birth name, the name your parents had given you so long ago. You couldn't remember your parents, they'd long since dissolved into the lust-fuelled haze that was most of your past. They weren't important, it's not like you could fuck them or anything.

The bell on top of the door jingled as it opened once more, letting a fourth man in. Maybe this one would fuck you, you thought with a grin, your spirits rising as quickly as your tail would have, were it not already at a permanent right angle from your ass. "Please?" you asked hopefully, looking at him with bright, teary eyes.

"Sit." he commanded; Complying, you sat.

"Stand." You stood.

"Sit." You sat.

"Stand."; You stood.

"Put this horseshoe on your head." he demanded. You complied without questioning - a good pet never questions.

"Balance this drink on top of it. Careful, it's hot." You happily took the drink, keeping your head steady so it wouldn't fall off. Not because you were afraid of the temperature, but because you were told to. You were a good pet. Your nametag would say so, were there enough room for a subtitle, your master had assured you.

"Good girl. Come on, boys." the newcomer said, waving the rest of the men out of the door. The one behind you slapped the side of your ass as he left, knocking your body slightly and sending a shiver of excitement through your body. Normally when people did that they were about to fuck you!

He kept on going.

"Hey, where are you going?" you whined, taking care not to move your head too much and disobey your commands.

"Hey, Slut? Shut up." You stopped talking. You didn't like it when people told you to not talk, it often took so long before somebody else told you you could talk again. Oh well, a command was a command.

The door closed, leaving you quite alone. Not fair. The tears began to slowly roll down your face as you broke down into quiet sobbing, the lack of penises in your local vicinity leaving your only course of action clear - make enough noise to attract more penises. Without moving your head too much, or you'd disobey a direct command, and then you wouldn't even deserve penises and may as well just end it all there and then.

There was a puff of light behind you, and you sniffled as you tried to slowly look around to see what it was. Maybe it had a penis.

"Oh, my dear, how happy I am to see you again! I do hope you're enjoying your new life, is it not absolutely everything you wished for? Oh, no, of course not. Still, you enjoy it now, and that's what really counts, right?"

You nodded slowly, feeling the drink slosh about (but not spill. Not a drop. You were a good pet.) above you.

"Oh, and you even got me a drink. Why, you are grateful." he applauded, grabbing the drink off of your head and freeing you from your obligation. You were happy to serve.

"So, I'm going to give you a choice now. Your life is a lie, everything you know is wrong, and you could return to being a free man - yes, you used to be a man, not a mare - if you want. Is that what you want?"

You gasped. This creature was asking you if you wanted to stop being what you are, and start being something completely different? Not even a mare at all? Your lips quivered as the very thought of it drove you to tears, and you wailed "No! No I don't want that, you are a cruel monster to even suggest it! I just... I just want..."

You broke down completely, wailing against the floor as the knowledge that there were exactly zero penises in the room finally sunk in, and you began to realise the futility of your existence.

"You just want... those?" the creature asked, pointing over to the three men that were now standing at the far side of the room. "Now, before you answer, bea-"

"YES. YES THEM. GIVE ME THEM." you shouted, before a gag appeared around your mouth and tightened.

"Shut up. Before you answer, bear in mind that should you choose them, you will never return to what you used to be. Also, I'll start doing things like this to everyone until your entire world is bent to my whims, and your species is just a plaything, and nobody will be able to stop me. So," he said, pulling off the gag, "Still want them?"

You nodded eagerly. The creature clapped in the air, doing a little dance as he revelled in his victory, and the knowledge of just how easy humans were to bend. "Very well, then. Have at them." he said, snapping your chains and vanishing in a puff of light.

Acting quickly, you jumped at them, using all of your acrobatic skills to flip around in mid air and land less than a foot away from the middlemost one, landing with your hind legs outstretched and your forelegs tucked into your chest, your face pressing into the ground as you awaited your reward.

It came quickly as the lovely penis-equipped man grasped both sides of your ass with his powerful man-hands, squeezing you and holding you tight. Each finger sent a jolt of pleasure through your body as you anticipated what could come next.

The two men to each side of him moved in their own way. The right hand side one walked around to your front, standing above you, and the one to the left knelt down next to you and ran a hand through your coat. It felt nice, you liked it when people liked your coat, you tried your very best to keep it as coated with semen as you could. You thought it smelled nicer that way.

The one behind you moved first, roughly thrusting inside you in a single motion, hilting himself within seconds as he used his grip on your shapely rear to ease his passage, the copious quantities of your natural lubricants easing his way further. While your mouth lay open as you lost yourself to the sensation of getting fucked, the one in front grabbed your collar and pulled you up, forcing you to your hooves and bringing your head face to face with his.

He, too, thrust forward, penetrating into your willing and waiting throat as you used your considerable (even if you did say so yourself) skill to smoothly suckle on his shaft as he pushed it in and out of you, one hand holding you up by your collar and the other grasping hold of your mane, using both together to control your head and ensure it was exactly where he wanted it.

You let your eyes close as the two men found their rhythm, your actions now as rehearsed as breathing and your motions controlled by them, not you. Sight was irrelevant, the penis was inside your mouth, you couldn't see inside of your mouth so what exactly was the point of your eyes? You didn't know much about evolution, but you wanted to file a complaint with whoever ran it.

"Oh, she's such a pretty mare." the third man whispered as he continued to run his hands through your coat, lightly kissing the cleaner bits and caressing the others. "I wonder how much he wants for her?"

Your eyes shot open - though most of your mind was preoccupied by the giant shafts ravaging your body, some of it was still concentrating on the outside worl... no, that's a lie. All of your mind was concentrating on the giant shafts ravaging your body, and the only reason your eyes had opened was because you felt a finger, presumably from the third man, tracing around your anus. That felt great too.

Your tongue was too busy wrapping around, licking, lapping at, and generally worshipping the front-hoof cock to care about talking anyway, so even if you'd noticed the speech you wouldn't have cared. Your rear end rippled with each of the first man's thrusts, each one now more forceful than the last as he grew tired and began to lose control, roughly thrusting with all his strength rather than rationing it out to make the usage last longer. It didn't matter to you, of course, there would always be more men to service.

The third man slipped his finger inside, your anus reflexively yielding to him as he pressed against it, allowing him easy entrance. "Oh, she IS well trained!" he whispered, before pulling his finger out. "How does she handle up there, Jim?"

"Mmm!" 'Jim' replied from above you as your careful, skillful tongue continued, your head now moving back and forth with as much force as you could muster without either dislodging his hand from your hair, or letting the horseshoe fall off your head. Commands didn't have a time limit, not to a good pet.

"Good, I take it. I'll check that off, then. How about you, Steve?" the third man asked as you pulled your forehooves up, letting 'Jim' take your weight and feeling the collar cutting into your neck. It's not like you could breathe very well with a dick down your throat anyway, who cared about breathing. That was another thing your complaints list to Mr. Evolution would contain, whenever you found the time to write the letter.

"Agh!" 'Steve' replied from behind as your slit worked against his shaft, squeezing and contracting to drive him over the edge and extract that delicious semen. Letting them think straight was unimportant, the semen extraction was best. Nothing felt quite as good as a full belly.

"Great. Hopefully we can afford her, then." the third man replied.

Your body replied with only one thought - so much talking. Too much talking, not enough fucking. Redoubling your efforts, you sucked and fucked at the two men with all your might, letting your body shift back and forth between them as their thrusts knocked you one way or the other, each slam knocking your mind into a happy daze and sending another lightning strike of joy through your body.

The first man, who had started first, also finished first. Your vagina's merciless assault left him with no choice but to relinquish his seed, the hot, wet, sticky, delicious, awesome, lovable liquid spreading about inside of you and letting the feeling of being bred slowly spread throughout your body. That felt great, nothing better.

That was a lie, of course, and you quickly realised it as the rod in front of you exploded, sending torrents of boiling, slick, formidably adhesive man-semen down your throat. Your tongue quickly adjusted to catch as much of it as it could, letting you taste the gorgeous salty fluids and really appreciate the subtle differences in flavour between any two males. That one wasn't a problem with evolution, it was a problem with society. Why did we have names when there was ALREADY a unique method of identifying people? Just replace "Hey, my name is X" with a nice quick lick and everything would go much more smoothly. You didn't know why nobody took your ideas seriously, you thought they had a lot of merit.

Jim and Steve pulled out, letting you drop to the floor, which you hit with a happy moan and a soft squelch as any errant drops of semen mixed with your mare juices to coat the floor. Wait, did you just say errant drops of semen? Unacceptable.

With a wag of your tail, you stood back up and began to lap at the wet floor, finding yet more delicious treats and a fulfilling end to your meal.

The three men laughed. "Yeah, we've gotta get us one of these!" the third man exclaimed, packing his checklist away into his bag.

"Oh, that can be arranged." Discord announced, wrapping his tail around the men and stroking each of their cheeks with a finger. Your nametag slowly span around, revealing the name of your owner, not that you'd ever cared to read it.

"Slutty Mare;
Property of Discord"