Some Love

“Almost ready, my love!”

Discord’s words rung around the little grotto, echoing off the farthest walls. Meredith lay against the thinking tree, unmoving.

With a small flash of light, Discord appeared next to Meredith, and grinned down at her. “I prepared us the most magnificent of feasts for us, my dear! Well,” he paused, casting his glance to the side. “I may be exaggerating a tad, but it really is quite marvelous.”

Meredith remained a mop, and did not answer Discord.

“Come now!” Discord clutched Meredith by her handle, lifting the yarned bottom off of the ground as he hopped down the hill, in the direction of the dance floor. Indeed, that is where he and Meredith ended up—yet, it was a dance floor no longer. The stone slab that had once been used for the sickest of grooves and grinds had been redone to include a table, adorned with a white, lacy tablecloth. A manner of platters and plates had been placed about the surface, and an ornate, if somewhat battered, candelabra stood in the center. The whole table was bathed in the yellowish light from before, the blue tint from their earlier dance escapades having finally worn off.

Discord placed Meredith at one end of the table, and strode over to the other side, taking a seat in his chair. Both of the chairs were worse for wear: Discord’s cushion was spilling stuffing and split at the seams, while the back looked as though someone had taken an axe to it a few times, and Meredith’s seemed to have suffered considerable fire damage sometime recently.

“Dig in, darling,” Discord said with a little bow. Meredith did not move from her place.

Discord himself grasped a fork in his paw and a knife in his hand, and looked down at his plate, licking his lips. A small pile of paper, lightly dusted with powdered glass, and a pile of pebbles greeted his gaze.

“Ah yes, my favorite: Pica Delight!” Discord extended his tongue in a manner most frogs would be proud of seeing, and grasped a pebble, flinging it into his mouth. His fork plunged into the first few pages stacked on his plate, and bits of the powdered glass slid from them as he took a great bite of his meal.

“Mmm!” Discord closed his eyes and smiled in satisfaction, the dry, flavorless paper taste being subtly accented by the grating, painful bits of powdered glass. “Simply to die for! Meredith, you must try some!”

Meredith did nothing at first, but due to the angle at which Discord had placed her, she soon slipped forward and lay propped against the table.

Discord cocked a scraggly eyebrow. “Dearest? Are you alright? You haven’t even touched your Siltchalk Friccise!”

The spirit of chaos rose from his seat, and glided gently along through the air until he came to rest beside his love. Gently, he propped her back up proper, and cast a glance at the mix of silt and crushed chalk that he had spent making earlier. It sat there in a little blob-like mound on the center of her plate, appearing very out of place with the fine china it was placed upon, even if the dish was significantly chipped.

“Come now, don’t be like this,” Discord scolded gently. “I spent upside twenty-five minutes perfectly balancing the sit-to-chalk ratio! Proud efforts went into this, Meredith, and I won’t stand to see you waste it.”

As Meredith, being a mop, continued her refusal in eating Discord’s meal, his brow began to gradually knit together. “Meredith, just try it. I promise you it will be quite the delicacy.”

He turned to look at the Siltchalk Friccise. With a tentative, shaking paw, Discord grasped a small, dripping pawful. The grinding, rough, sand-like texture sent the hairs rising on his arm, yet this did nothing to deter Discord from shoving the paw into his mouth, and consuming the meal with a small moan, his eyes half lidded and a single rivulet of drool leaking from the side of his mouth.

“There you go...” Discord said softly one he had swallowed the mixture. “Quite the delight, wouldn’t you say?” He reached down and grabbed another portion, stuffing it into his mouth. His began to speak to Meredith again, his words punctuated ever so often by a food-related moan.

“Mmghf! Good to see you—gnah—eating, my dear! I couldn’t bear to see you—mmm—grow weak and pale from malnourishment.”

After the plate had been fully consumed, Discord walked back over to his own meal, taking one more piece of paper and lazily stuffing it into his mouth before letting loose a groan and clutching his stomach.

“Oh! I-I... I don’t know what’s come over me, lovely. Seeing you eat... it almost seems as though it filled me! I can’t take another bite, even if I tried...”

Discord burped loudly, and covered his mouth with his talon, blushing. “Oh heavens to pansies, I’m quite sorry... hardly of a good composure for me to be acting of this way...” Rubbing his stomach again, Discord licked his lips.

“But it seems as though I’ve been freed for dessert...” Discord chuckled and extended his talon, beckoning towards the candelabra, which surrendered one of its candles at Discord’s evocation. The candle shot across the table, and into Discord’s open palm. The draconequus sized the object up for a moment, before taking a hearty bite and moaning in pleasure.

“Mmm... such a divine texture... the candlecake is truly a delicacy befitting of the Princesses themselves! A pity so few partake... in these unknown pleasures...”

Discord took another thoughtful bite of the candle, before setting his gaze across the table at Meredith. “I’m sorry my dear, would you like one?”

Meredith lay silent.

Discord snorted, and rolled his eyes, smiling playfully. “Oh, hardly my dear. You are far from fat! Why, you’re thin as a rail! Or a handle, at any rate...”

Discord took another bite of his candle, nearly finished with it. “You’re beautiful either way, my darling, never mistake that.” Swallowing the bite and popping the rest in his mouth, Discord continued with, “Speaking of the Princesses, what do you think I should wear tomorrow? It’s been a little while since I’ve seen Celestia, and I want to make a little impression on her. It’s not often I get to show off.”

Silence greeted Discord from the other side of the table.

“Ah yes, I do look dashing in the suit, do I not? I wore it to one of the formal balls in Canterlot quite some time ago, just a half-year after my reformation, in fact. That will no doubt show off my better side...” Discord glanced at his reflection in a platter cover, distorted and warped by the rounded surface. “But then again... do I even have a bad side? I think not, my dear lady, I think not...”

Discord turned his gaze over to Meredith, and smilerd sultrily. “And, of course, my dearest... I shudder at the mere thought of even considering you to have a bad side...”

The draconequus rose from his seat once more, but instead of floating over, he walked with great purpose across the ground, his mismatch hooves tap... tap... tapping across the stone slab as he went. He licked his lips with his serpentine tongue once more, but it was a different kind of hunger that drove him to do so. His eyes shone bright with a keen lust, one that only a certain lover of his could satiate.

“Oh, dearest Meredith, your handle shine in the sparkling sunlight...” he drawled as his paw and talon brushed against her, rubbing it up and down gently. “Why, it’s a miracle I’ve contained myself so long. If I... if I may...”

He bowed his head to her, and kissed her deeply, tongue escaping and wrapping around her like a creeping, constricting worm. Discord lifted her up, bringing Meredith tight to his chest, and venturing a paw down to the screw. He paused, pulling himself away just as he reached the yarn.

“M-May I?” he asked in a quiet voice, his body trembling slightly as he did so.

There was no response.

“I love you.”

Discord plunged his paw into the yarn, and let out a small gasp. His searching appendage crept through the tangled mess down below, and the blush on his face intensified as he went deeper.

“Am I being gentle enough, my darling? Am I going too fast?” His whispers were faster than his normal speech, which had been eschewed the entire dinner in favor of a more gallant tone. “I want you to love this as much as I do...”

Meredith, a slightly fondled mop, but a mop nonetheless, did not respond.

“Oh, I knew you’d love it...” Discord breathed, kissing her yet again. Carefully, slowly, he brought the mess of yarn to his crotch.

Lights burst and crackled in front of Discord’s vision. He stroked Meredith’s shaft with his talon as he pressed her forward again his crotch with his paw, eyelids fluttering. He could feel himself pressing into her, the tickling tendrils of the yarn pleasing him in ways he previously thought impossible.

“Oh, darling, you... you...” Discord was gasping and panting, unable to even form simple words. His hips began to buck as he thrust forward, his mind slipping away to dwell in the realm of carnal lust. “I have waited... so long for you to say yes... my sweetest...”

He stopped, and punched the air above the table, causing a shockwave to emanate from his fist. The blast knocked and blew back everything on the table, sending dishes and “foodstuffs” alike clattering to the far end of the table or into the stone slab. Discord hopped up into the table, Meredith still entangled around his crotch, and lay down, kissing his beloved once more.

As his thrusts increased, his tail twitched and flicked around, swatting the candelabra off the table. It snaked up to Meredith, and curled around the shaft of her handle, stroking it just as his talon did. Discord’s paw still ran over the fibers of her yarn, and he buried himself deeper within her with every thrust.

“Oh, my love!” His cries rang around the grotto, just as they had before. A single leaf fell from the thinking tree and fluttered to the ground beside it.

Discord did not know how long he kept it up. Time had begun to slip away from him just as he had first engaged with Meredith, and he was completely lost by the time his cry had shaken the grotto. He was a machine, a beast... a mechanical beast, meant only to deliver pure love and pleasure to his beloved. He drove himself into her, again and again, his gasps and groans and cries of ecstasy echoing around, creating a cacophony of pleasure. At one point, he could almost swear he was harmonizing with himself.

He was rapidly approaching the point of no return, and he embraced it with everything he had. With a final, piercing cry, he flung himself over the edge, and gave his all to Meredith. A torrent of love erupted, and the two of them lay on the table, soaked in sweat and seed.

“I...” Discord finally managed to say after a few long minutes of sharp panting. “I loved that... more than I can describe. Was it just as good for you as... it was for me?”

Meredith dripped slightly.

Discord gave her a tender hug. “Oh, I knew you would... we can read each other so well, can’t we, you and I? It’s as if... we’ve become one.”

Discord yawned widely, his snaggletooth fang glinting in the sunlight that illuminated the place where their love had been so thoroughly consummated. “L-Let us drift away, dearest. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, with the Princess.”

Discord closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, cuddling his beloved Meredith in the warm sunlight.