Learning to properly ballroom dance had proven nothing short of a disaster. Twilight was a mare of many talents, but also seemed to have been born with four left hooves. She tripped over herself, over her dress, over absolutely nothing at all more times than she cared to admit. Despite the unicorn’s extreme clumsiness, however, she had a marvelous time. The music played in the background, the spotlight shown down, and no matter how many times she fell, or was held up just in time by Discord, it was a lovely evening overall.

When the night ended, Discord bid her goodnight and sent her along to her room. He even blew a comically large kiss which took the shape of two huge pink lips that had sprouted wings, and smacked itself into a wall with a resounding splat. Twilight flopped onto her new bed as soon as she walked in, utterly exhausted, and for the first time in several hours began to contemplate her situation.

She was essentially Discord’s captive. She would have no opportunity to escape, realistically. Did Discord even need to sleep? Was that an advantage she could consider? Even if he did and she somehow made it out of the cave, there was no telling what sort of enchantments he’d placed to keep her from getting far. Realistically, the unicorn was stuck. She supposed she should make the best of it, however. Twilight would be the first pony in ages to study a Draconequs up close, assuming it had even been done before. Her mind began to run wild as she realized she’d be exposed to incredible amount of Chaos magic, the possibilities of the experiments she could run. Surely she could persuade Discord to acquiesce, he’d said he wouldn’t let her grow bored, after all.

The unicorn gulped after her last thought brought up certain memories. That day stilled seemed impossible. Who did Discord think he was, wiping her memory? She felt anger rise up from her belly like bile. He had the gall to rob her of her virginity and hadn’t even let her keep the memory? That was monstrous behavior! And yet the memory made her feel somewhat conflicted. She’d been a more than willing participant. Even in her anger, Twilight felt herself reaching down beneath the sheets towards her marehood.

She thought about Discord with his snake’s tongue as he delicately traced both sides of her clit simultaneously. A shiver a pleasure came over her as she began to recall more and more. How his tongue had reached everywhere around the center without touching it. Her hoof began to lightly mimic to motion, slowly rubbing gentle circles. Wetness began to appear at her slit as she serviced herself, recalling more and more. Despite Twilight’s anger, she couldn't deny her arousal either.

Discord’s first thrust had been gentle. The dragonlike cock had felt so different than any toy Twilight had ever been exposed to. It had ridges in all the right places, a ring of small bumps further down that had provided even more stimulation. The unicorn found herself trying to mimic the sensation with her magic. It wasn't quite as good as the memory, of course, but still… It did feel damn good. She began to use her magic to thrust in and out, letting out small moans of pleasure, but still trying to keep quiet.

As Twilight kept going, an unintentional branch of magic broke off and began to take the place of her hoof. It was split like Discord’s tongue, and it was starting to overwhelm any ability she had to remain silent. The sheets were becoming soaked in the mare’s juices as her pussy began tightening around her magic. Her breathing was growing more and more frantic as she drew closer to her now inevitable climax. Realizing how close and loud she had become, Twilight chopped down on a pillow just before the orgasm took her. She trusted hard with her magic, and moaned deeply. Her body rocked with pleasure as it radiated outward, reaching the tips of her hooves in delicious waves.

The unicorn knew she'd been thinking about something important before, but the thought was gone now. For once her mind was quiet, a peaceful forest instead of a whirlwind of thought. Against her own desire, her eyes began to close, and she drifted off into a very deep sleep.

Morning was announced by the smell of waffles. Getting clumsily to her hooves, Twilight dragged herself out of bed and began to look around, rubbing at her bleary eyes to get the sleep out. The world came into view and Twilight abruptly remembered where she was. Her cheeks grew red as she realized how she had fallen asleep the previous night, not to mention how wet the bed still was. Nothing a couple basic spells couldn't take care of though. At least, normally. There was still a noticeable amount of pain when she performed magic, but it was significantly less than the day before.

Twilight slowly began the task of cleaning herself up, getting her mane into a reasonable state and making sure she didn't smell quite so bad. She would definitely prefer a full bath, but the smell of food was calling her name. An angry growl from her stomach reminded the unicorn that she needed to get going. She could finish cleaning up later.

Her door was now made of wood, two huge brass pulls in the shape of a draconequs were at a standard height. Pulling with magic didn't seem to get anywhere, so hooves were the next step. When the pull wriggled out of her grasp, Twilight helped and fell backwards. Of course some thing like would happen. Discord couldn't make this easy, could he? She reached toward the pull again, prepared this time, and found herself pleasantly surprised when the pull stayed and the door creaked open.

Discord was standing in the center of the cave, which now resembled a kitchen. The appliances were a garish shade of green. Discord, donning a blonde long haired wig and ‘kiss the cook’ apron was putting a plate stacked cartoonishly high with waffles onto the center of a table. Two smaller copies of Discord sat at the table, both holding their forks and knives vertically while drool literally pooled out out their mouths. Twilight took a free seat.

“Oh Twily! I'm so glad you got up, I was afraid you'd miss breakfast! I couldn't keep these two back much longer.” The wig-wearing Discord said, nodding to the two small versions. When had they gotten baseball caps? Twilight wondered idly. Another version of Discord came out of seemingly nowhere. This one wore business casual men’s attire. He came up behind the Discord that Twilight now realized was meant to be the mom, gave her a hug and kiss, and downed a glass orange juice.

“I'll have to take breakfast to go honey, I'm already late today.” The Dad Discord said, as the Mom smiled and handed him a brown paper sack.

“Breakfast and lunch, sweetheart.” She (He? Twilight wasn't sure) said with a smile. The Dad grinned back, before walking towards a coat rack the unicorn could sweat hadn’t been there before, placing a hat on his head, and walking down a hallway. When Twilight turned back to face the table, the kitchen had disappeared. Discord looked normal and was sitting at the table with her.

“You could clap, that was some good work.” The Draconequs muttered sulkily.

Twilight took a waffle, but did smirk. “Thank you for breakfast.” She said flatly. There was no incentive for him to harm her at this point, so she assumed the food was safe. The waffle was surprisingly delicious. “What is on the agenda for today?”

“Oh!” Discord exclaimed, clapping his hands together excitedly. “I'm so glad you asked!” He snapped, and a scroll appeared before Twilight. It was held aloft by magic on the top, while the bottom spilled down across the floor. Surprised, the mare reached out with her hooves and looked more closely at the writing. Every line seemed to say the same thing. “Whatever Discord wants.”

Twilight gave Discord a deadpanned expression before turning back to her waffles. Honestly, it seemed like her fault for even asking. She looked up when she heard a pop, and was startled to realize they were now in a class room. Discord wore a strange dress covered in lightning bolts, his hair up in an untidy auburn bun. A strange green lizard sat on his shoulder before he proclaimed “Get ready, Twilight! We're going to take chances, make mistakes, and get messy!”

Twilight groaned in response.

Despite the days inauspicious beginning, Twilight had learned a great deal. She was learning about how Chaos magic interacted with Harmonic magic. Discord had been excellent during the hand’s off portion, but almost worthless in the theory behind it. He had, however, given her access to a remarkable library full of books by authors Twilight had either never heard of, or could only remember finding vague allusions too. The library did have the occasional hazard of some strange pranks, such as opening a book only to have it explode into confetti, but on a whole seemed to contain vast amounts of knowledge unseen by pony kind for generations.

Discord had told her she'd be allowed mostly unfettered access to the library, which had led Twilight to the first real start of an escape plan. As the days wore on, her strength was coming back in leaps and bounds, but with it she noticed some interesting changes. She had only ever reached out to harmonic magic before, but Discord insisted ‘his hidden cave, his hidden rules.’ which would allow only chaos magic. Harmonic castings seemed to result in blinding headaches if she did much more than lift a small object or turn a page in a book. Chaos magic, on the other hoof, seemed to work perfectly. If she could apply herself and learn how Discord teleported, she could likely go home.

With a full library at her disposal and almost nothing but time on her hooves, Twilight devoured books at an incredible rate. Chaos magic theory was very different than Harmonic magic theory, but she progressed quickly nonetheless. Discord, ever an interesting host, would stop by with occasional interruptions (He’d consider them lessons, but to Twilight turning her own mane into cotton candy didn't seem like much of a lesson.).

The first few days began to turn into a week, and then two, not that it was easy to tell inside a cave. Twilight had gotten a decent hang of transmutation, but teleportation had continued to elude her. None of the books she had found referenced it. She'd considered asking Discord, but couldn't risk giving away her plan. It had been the only one she came up with. Given how much time had passed with no rescue party arriving, the unicorn could only assume she was on her own.

Why were there no teleportation books?

Twilight was a librarian. She could find reference material better than almost any other pony. So how was it possible there wasn't even a footnote in anything?

Another day, another lesson, and it seemed like with each passing cycle her chances of getting out seemed further and further away. She missed her friends dearly, and missed Spike in particular. Hopefully he was okay, but she had no way of knowing. With the Spirit of Chaos as her only company, aside from a selection of books from long dead authors, Twilight grew lonely, but had a dogged determination in her pursuit of escape. All she could do was keep learning, studying, and working towards her goal of getting free.

Author's Note

It's been a while. I felt inspired. I'm working on more.