Path of Discord

Still trying to recover from the last horrifying thing I'd seen, I walked on. I was still short of breath from that burst of magic, so I tried to keep myself to a slow walk. Just like I had read, it was best to pace yourself in a race, and this race was far more serious than The Running of the Leaves had ever been.

I shuddered as I thought again of the abomination that had been all too ready to pin me down and fill every inch of my body with its hot, thick seed. Was that what Discord had planned for those of us who “lost”? If so, I couldn't afford to lose any time. If any of my other friends came across those monsters, nothing good could come of it. Rarity would probably panic about how unseemly it was, poor Fluttershy would try to reason with the thing, Pinkie Pie would consider it all fun and games... until somepony got penetrated, and Applejack would... I paused. Applejack and Rainbow Dash would probably be fine, actually. Rainbow Dash, with her wings back, would probably be able to outmaneuver the thing, although I couldn't help but worry that she'd try to fight it first, and that might not go so well for her once she was in its grip.

But what about Applejack? Applejack, with her impressive strength, would probably be able to burst out of the thing's grip, if she couldn't outrun it. Sadly, I couldn't see any of us beating them in a straight fight, but that was what we had our wits for. With a start, I wondered if the creatures could sense traces of magic. The one earlier had been sharp enough to move in my general direction after I teleported, even if it hadn't found me.

I shuddered again, imagining how many showers it'd take for me to feel remotely clean after seeing that thing. I'd read about creatures that crossbred—often by force—with ponies, with some sort of magic causing their spawn to leech off the pony's lifeforce and energy until it was ready to be birthed, but I never would have dreamed that I would actually see one. I grit my teeth.

Princess Celestia, the moment I got back from this, was going to teach me some war magic. I didn't care how peaceful the land looked—if things like what I had ran into earlier were out there (and apparently more common than my books had said), there was no way I was going to be caught defenseless before one.

But would that be so bad, really?

Horrified, I stopped dead and tripped over my own hooves, crashing to the floor of the hallway.

What in Celestia's name was wrong with me? I cast a quick spell to turn a section of the wall to glass temporarily, and was relieved to see only my horrified face. My mouth hung slightly open, and one of my ears kept twitching. Clearly, I was just under stress. This day had been trying already, and it was bound to get a whole lot worse before it got better.

I shook off my dread, willing myself to go on. No doubt I'd see worse before I reached the end of this twisted maze. It should have had the same layout as the garden maze, but without being able to see the sky to judge my position, I was unsure if I was still heading in the correct direction or not. All I could do was to trust my instincts.

I rounded another corner and stared down another dull hallway. “Why does every place in here look the same? And here I thought Discord was all about chaos.” I shook my head and kept moving, observing several branching paths and doors that I passed, keeping a wary eye out for even a hint of a tentacle beast. According to my instincts, the correct way was still straight, so I continued on in that direction.

I reached an intersection where I could go any way but right, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of yellow tail down the left hallway. “Applejack?” I murmured. If AJ was here, it was in my best interest to gather us together, but fear of Discord's trickery stayed my hooves. No. No, all I had to do was reach the center, and I'd see everypony there. I couldn't afford to make side trips, if Discord's punishment for the “losers” was anything like what I imagined.

But then again...

No. I had my mission and I would carry it out, no matter the cost.

I moved on, emboldened by newfound conviction, only to arrive at a dead end. I slowly came to a stop and examined the wall. It felt solid to the touch, and I was sure that I needed to keep going in this direction to get closer to the center of this maze. Assuming my sense of direction was on target.

“Ooh, going around would take forever!” I moaned. I couldn't afford to waste time. Could I melt the wall into mud and crawl through? Could I try a blind teleport? There were too many unknown variables in the equation: I had no idea how thick the wall was, what was on the other side, what material it was made out of, or if I was even walking in the correct direction!

I could afford a small detour. With a sigh, I traveled back and looped around, turning left at the first opportunity so I could go around the obstruction. Strangely, I had noted hardly any passages moving in this direction, and the particular hallway I found myself in held no doors or branching hallways.

After what I estimated was ten minutes of trotting along, I reached another dead end directly in the way.

I growled. “I don't have time for this, you... you... maze!”

“Something wrong, Twilight Sparkle?” Discord's voice echoed from all around me.

I looked up. “Yeah, your stupid maze is full of walls blocking my way forward! If I can't get to the center, what's the point in even having a maze!” A short silence followed, so I added, “I mean, you were the one who said you were fair in these games, right?” From what I could tell of Discord, his hubris was likely his biggest weakness. If I could exploit that pride and turn it to my advantage...

“How right you are, Twilight Sparkle.” Him referring to me only by my full name was starting to get a little unsettling. “It seems even as powerful a being as I can make a mistake!”

I puffed up, closing my eyes in an expression of victory. “Well, if you wouldn't mind clearing the way, then...”

Malice dripped off his every word. “Certainly.”

I felt traces of the dizzying magic that seemed to mark Discord's magical traces and opened my eyes, eager to continue onward.

Heat immediately rushed to my face.

The wall was still there, but in the center was a huge, throbbing member, colored the same as the tentacles that I'd seen rape the fake Rainbow Dash. This one, though, was mottled slightly, with a few brown spots marking it near the flared tip, as though someone had tried to make it more appealing to a mare's eye. Which is probably exactly what he had done.

“D-Discord, this isn't funny! Fix the wall!” I struggled to keep my composure in the face of this latest indignity.

“It is fixed. You'll just have to 'swallow' the consequences of not wasting time!”

A sinking feeling grew in my stomach. He didn't mean...

“Enjoy. I know you will.” Again, his echoing laughter faded into the distance.

I grit my teeth as I stared at the massive penis. Well, there was nothing for it.

I opened wide and slid it into my mouth. My jaw immediately smarted; it certainly had the girth of what I'd seen enjoy Rainbow Dash so much. Slowly, I worked its flared tip with my tongue, letting myself get used to having it in my mouth. I wasn't going to enjoy this. I wasn't going to enjoy this. I wasn't going to enjoy this.

Slowly, it throbbed in my mouth, tickling the roof of my mouth and striking a few teeth. I murmured, “Oh, you like that, do you?” but I doubted anypony would have been able to understand me. Blushing, I slid more of my watery mouth over the wall penis—to get it over with more quickly, of course. I continued licking, my tonguework reaching a fevered pace as it kept throbbing and throbbing in my mouth. I developed a nice rhythm to its pattern, and I found myself enjoying the challenge of keeping up with its increasing pace. My fear of bearing a foal aside, maybe being with stallions wouldn't be so bad.

My cheeks were on fire as I, without warning, took its entire length into my throat, feeling it slam the back wall of my throat. Meanwhile, I licked its length furiously, feeling its warm length almost seem to complete me. I moaned, feeling it twitch more and more inside me. I wasn't going to enjoy this.

Without warning, it came. Its seed was a burning, salty stream down my throat, and I had no choice but to swallow it all. Thank you, anatomy, for not giving me a gag reflex. Now I was stuck with all this... delicious cum... in my stomach.

My entire body grew warm as the cock throbbed, giving me more and more to drink. I felt certain I was going to lit on fire at any moment—why was I so warm?! Then, the penis sent another, hotter spurt of sperm down my throat, and I ceased to have conscious thought. All I could focus on was the cock. Had to suck it. Had to swallow all that; I couldn't let even one drop go to waste. Peripherally, I felt myself growing wetter and wetter as the heat sought release near my hindquarters. Momentarily, part of me wondered if this “semen” was really just a delivery system for a potent aphrodisiac meant to make a potential pony more pliable to the tentacle creatures' will, but my inner slut backhoofed her into submission, screaming at her to just shut up and drink more cum.

I guzzled more and more as my throat rumbled with my appreciation. Eventually, all that deliciously tangy fluid started to slow. No! That couldn't happen! I needed more. Subconsciously, I bent over and raised my tail, my most primal instincts coming to the fore as my sex burned like a phoenix, desperately dribbling a few bits, but wanting, needing a nice, hunky tentacle, horsecock, or something to help it along.

I worked my tongue quickly, desperately trying to coax anything further out of it. I couldn't waste a single drop. Despite my feverish efforts, less and less started coming from the delightful organ, and in desperation, I slid some of its length out of my mouth and started working the end of the shaft with my forehooves. When that didn't work and I could barely taste globby, salty goodness in my mouth, I withdrew my mouth completely.

“Damn it, I know you're holding out on me!” I screeched, my words echoing off the walls of the dungeon. My breaths came in short, quick pants, and my tail shot straight up. Somehow, I kept enough self-control to not shove that rock-hard length into my fire. I waved my flank back and forth, hoping for one of those tentacle beasts to come from behind satisfy me. If this was what fake Rainbow Dash had been “suffering” from, put me down as a glutton for punishment!

As I stared at the still-throbbing cock, it suddenly shot a load onto my face, burning my eyes. In my drugged state, I barely noticed. “Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yessssssss!” With a fury that would have surprised Pinkie Pie, I licked my face clean, desperate to get every last drop I could. Of course, some of it was bound to just forever be matted into my fur, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

Before long, I had licked every last inch of my muzzle and face as clean that I could of the deliciously salty mess. I was glad that Big Mac kept bringing me all those pretzels last month, although in light of recent events, his insistence that I become more accepting of salty tastes was a bit suspect.

I looked longingly at the wall, hoping another sweet and salty surprise was in store for me, only to see the wall crumbling, revealing another wall just behind it with a mirror.

Still feeling the intense heat in my body, I limped forward, nursing a bloated stomach. “W-what's this for?”

I examined myself in the mirror. The money shot had left much of my face sticky, and I kept blinking, trying to get the jizz out of my eyes. Tears streamed down my face in an effort to get the foreign matter out of my eyes, and without even thinking, I licked up the tears, relishing the further heat in my body as I tasted the tangy combination of salt from my own body as well as the salty taste from the wallcock's gift.

Curiously, a few drops of the precious seed had splattered my horn, and as I watched, they absorbed into the horn, sliding in in an almost sexual manner. “Huh. Thass weird,” I slurred, still feeling flushed from the sudden heat in my body. The room spun, and I staggered to one side. A unicorn's horn connected directly to her brain and magical focus centers, and anypony who wanted to drug a unicorn was frequently better off soaking the horn as opposed to any other method. I, however, was too high on drugged, delicious, salty tentacle jizz to care.

I giggled. “Thass good! Sho good.” The wall before me crumbled, and I staggered through the opening into a larger room.

Just like the room I had found the fake Rainbow Dash in, this room was cavernous and dark, lacking the ambient light that coated the rest of the hallways. Coated them like that moneyshot coated my face! Briefly, I considered trying to draw all the moisture out of my face's fur so I could swallow it, but I decided against it after putting a hoof on my swollen belly. “Guess I can have too much of a good thing!” I giggled again like a silly filly.

I lit up my horn, still giggling at how my huge stomach swayed as I moved. Abruptly, I came to a stop, noticing a chasm below me. A tentacle monster looked up at me... well, not looked exactly, but all its appealing tentacles pointed in my direction. I was tempted to leap right in and let them penetrate me on the way down, but the part of my brain that was still rational screamed that the height was enough that I was severely injure myself from the fall.

As I was pondering this, a familiar voice spoke. “H-heavens to Betsy, girl, what happened to you?”

I looked up, startled. Across the chasm, a good sixty meters away from me, was Applejack—suspiciously without her hat. My eyes narrowed. Another fake?

My narrowed eyes put her on edge, and her own green eyes darted about. “Uh, Twilight, it's me, Applejack! Ya'll all right? This here maze thingy is more messed up than Apple Bloom's room, I tell you what. I'm just glad you aren't in the grip of—“ She peeked over the edge of the chasm and shuddered. “One of them things. Had three of 'em chasing me earlier, but I gave them the slip, lickety-split!” She smiled warmly. “I sure was worried about you in here, Twilight. If we're gonna blast our way outta here with the Elements, we're gonna need you to be at your best, and... well, no offense... but I know you aren't too experienced in the ways of romance. These here things are probably right terrifying to you.”

“Oh... yes, very scary,” I murmured. All the while, I examined her, thinking. Was this really my friend? She seemed kind and honest enough. Could I trust my vision? And could I get a damn cock inside me to fill this emptiness? I flushed again, feeling my unsatisfied heat. The power of that wallcock was mighty indeed.

“One thing though, Twi...”

“Yesh?” I slurred. Ugh, I sounded like Berry Punch. Just a little.

“How'd you get your horn back?”

I grinned. Discord, you fool. You thought I wouldn't see through this? “Oh, I uh... I completed a little test,” I said, licking my lips, “and in any case, I can put it to use here. I'll help you jump across the chasm and we can continue on together!”

She chuckled. “Well, I'd be mighty obliged, seein' as I don't have wings and all, but... couldn't you just teleport me?”

Well. She had me there. Suddenly, inspiration struck. “Take a running start and jump! I'll use the, uh... the... kinetic energy to boost it!” I gave her a sheepish grin. “My magic'sh a little weak right now, see. Too many monster dicks ready to shlam me.” I giggled again, thinking about the trick I was about to play. Let's see your minions get a taste of your own medicine—and something else besides, Discord!

“Uh... you sure you're all right, sugarcube?”

I nodded, and although she gave me a leery look, Applejack backed up and leapt across with a mighty jump, expecting my magic to warp her to safety. Oh, my magic took hold of her, all right.

“What the hay? Twilight? I thought you said you were teleportin' me?!” Applejack called as she slowly floated down into the pit.

I looked over the edge to see her waggling her legs as she descended to the waiting tentacle beast. She was in the grip of my magic; she could do nothing. “Sorry, fake AJ. I lied.”

“F-f-fake?” She looked up with pleading jade eyes. That was a good look for her. “Twilight, what I'm tellin' you is the honest truth—I'm your friend, so don't leave me to this thing!”

I cackled. “Sorry, Discord, but your puppet forgot that all my friends know about us getting our wings and horns back! Even when you throw the earth ponies at me, I'm totally prepared!” I belched suddenly. Ooh, so nice I tasted it twice.

“Now, for a little show,” I whispered as Applejack hovered just above the monstrosity.

“Oh, horseapples,” Applejack said before I dropped her. She screamed, but the loving tentacles caught her, saving her from certain doom.. Applejack, in desperation, said, “N-now, let's not be hasty. Now, you saved me from falling, and I'm grateful for that. But, I'm sure we can work—“ A red tentacle roughly shoved its way into her mouth, and over her muffled cries, embedded itself deeper and deeper into her throat. Frustrated tears streaming down her face from closed eyes, Applejack tried to bite down on the throbbing thing, but it responded by expanding, stretching her jaw to a degree that would have made Pinkie Pie ache.

I watched, fascinated, as large globs of cum worked their way from the slime's central body, only to release themselves into Applejack's mouth, no doubt sending her tastebuds wild with its delicious flavor. Assuming it was just as good (if not better, my drugged mind whispered) than what I had sampled, of course. Applejack had no choice but to swallow, and by the third load, her face was flushed, she was raising her flank high in the air, and her tail had shot straight up. She moaned, unused to such pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked around at all the unoccupied tentacles, giving them her best “fuck me” look.

They complied. Three separate tentacles snaked around and held her legs apart and tail aloft while two apiece fucked her slit and anus, sending continuous streams of seed into her. I watched, fascinated, as Applejack howled in muffled pain, unable to do anything as she was stretched to her limit and beyond; I supposed this type was more of a breeding model. The stretching would probably prepare her to deliver whatever strange offspring this creature laid in ponies. For all I knew, it was laying eggs in Applejack. I had read about it once.

I watched all this, unable to tear my eyes away, wishing more and more it was me down there. I still burned, although my thoughts were starting to clear a little. Logically, I knew that it was all a trick so I'd become their “my little tentacle slave”, but my body didn't care. I needed someone, something, inside me. Hesitantly, I fired up my horn to cast one of my most private spells, one I'd discovered in an old book Princess Celestia had sent me by mistake. I had claimed that I had returned it without reading, but what she didn't know didn't hurt her.

My vibrator appeared from its pocket dimension as usual, ready to go, but something was different. Instead of being its usual off-white with a sunburst design, it now looked like one of the tentacles currently hard at work sexing up Applejack. Confused, I thought back to the spell as best I could. It had mentioned something about the sex toy summoned depended on the unicorn's sensibilities at the time—I supposed in my case, it was reflecting my desperate need for a repeat performance from that miraculous walldick.

Just as I was about to shove it in me just as roughly as I could and start murmuring about being a naughty, tardy filly, I heard a scraping behind me. I turned, only to see another red tentacle beast shambling towards me.

I immediately clapped my hooves together with glee. Hooray, the genuine article at last! I bent down and wiggled my sexy flank in the air, lifting my tail up so it'd be nice and convenient for the hunk of a beast to impregnate me. I couldn't wait for its hot length to slide all the way inside me, throbbing as it laid its eggs or whatever insi—

Wait.

What in Tartarus was I doing?

My eyes shot open as the last of the fog cleared from my head. I looked down, and to my horror, I saw a tentacle with a flared tip snaking up my back right leg. I tried to pull away, only for another to reach up and begin to tease my exposed slit. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure, my entire body shuddering as I fought the desire to let it have its way with me. Eventually, my body won out, and slowly, the flared tip buried itself in me—only for me to be overcome by a wave of revulsion as my whinny of pleasure tore my vocal chords.

I was Twilight Sparkle, famed heroine of Equestria.

And I was letting a tentacle monster rape me.

This would not stand.

Too desperate to come up anything flashy, I lit up my horn over my pants and whinnies of pleasure and warped across the chasm.

I hyperventilated as I watched the confused beast look around, wondering where its willing bit of horseflesh had gone. I cowered, completely terrified, as it lumbered around, searching its side of the room for me. My eyes remained locked on its quivering tentacles—one still slick from having been inside me moments before, though it hadn't finished—as I clamped a hoof over my mouth and came onto the floor, disgusted with myself. It hadn't laid anything in me, but somehow, laying there on the cold stone floor, letting the memory of an alien creature's cock satisfy my body's need, almost felt like a worse defeat than being raped.

After a few minutes, it left, disappointed. All that was left in the room was the sounds of not-Applejack guzzling monster seed, the unmistakeable smell of my completed orgasm, and the sound of my tears hitting the stone floor. I sat there, cradling my tail, stoking it obsessively and whispering to myself.

“There's something wrong with me.”