Path of Discord

I lay there for some time, shivering, frozen, unable to pick myself off the ground. I felt horribly, horribly alone and violated, the last of my shameful squirt dripping onto the ground long after my tears had dried. The stone ground was cold, colder than even I felt.

I didn't care if that Applejack down there was actually my friend or not. Nopony deserved to go through what had just happened to her and nearly had happened to me.

I could try rationalizing it to myself, of course. I had been drugged—it wasn't my fault! I had thought she was some kind of trap set by Discord—it wasn't my fault! This insane day had put me under all kinds of stress—it wasn't my fault!

No. I knew it was my fault, and I wasn't sure if I could ever forgive myself. For all I knew, I had left the real Rainbow Dash to just be endlessly fucked by those tentacles; they weren't even the breeding kind, so they'd just use her until they ran out of energy. According to the reading I had done on the subject, that could be several hours. A sick, sick part of me grinned with pleasure at the thought.

No. Bad brain. I swatted at my horn with a hoof. Even though I'd barely had any of that drug soak into my horn, I knew enough was there to pervert my thoughts a little; my research on the subject had stated that it sometimes took months or years for a contaminant in a unicorn's horn to work its way out, although under certain extreme circumstances, the horn would shatter itself and attempt to burn out all connection to a unicorn's body to save the rest of the system. Unfortunately, I hadn't studied anything beyond theories on the subject, so I had no idea how to cure myself.

I shuddered. Magic was awfully nice to have. Even though Discord hadn't kept mine from me for long, I had felt naked without it. Well, more naked than usual, at least. To think: maybe this whole crisis could have been avoided if we'd been wearing some clothes. Despite my situation, I chuckled.

Emboldened by my small moment of wit, I rose to my hooves, grimacing as I felt my stomach slosh. I could only imagine what it was going to do to my system once I digested it—no doubt that would be more potent than simple absorption through the glands of my mouth. All I could do was keep moving. And yet...

My ears detected no further hint of the tentacle beasts' presence. With a sense of trepidation, I glanced over the rocky edge of the crevasse, only to see a huddled Applejack at the bottom. Quickly, I teleported her up.

She was in bad shape. Excess ejaculate oozed from her rear, dribbling onto the ground, and her eyes were closed. I tried to keep from focusing on her exposed, vulnerable, pink marehood, just rife for a good licking. I swatted at my horn, trying to shut the drugged part of my brain up. A painful expression was on her face, as though she'd just been bucked in the face. My ears drooped. I had done this to her.

“A-Applejack?” Hesitantly, I reached out a hoof to rest on her mane. She didn't respond, so my hoof hovered there. I was unsure if it was a good idea to touch her—or, indeed, if I even deserved to be near her after what I had done—so I spoke again. “Applejack, I'm so sorry.” My voice cracked. Three little words that meant next to nothing. My excuses were pointless; they couldn't give Applejack her innocence back. They couldn't undo the brutal rape she had just endured. They couldn't undo the intense self-loathing that burned in me, making me feel more vulnerable than I had ever been at the appendages of the tentacle beasts. And they certainly couldn't undo Discord thrusting us into this nightmare.

Applejack shivered on the stone tile, curling into as tight a ball as she could manage with the bulge in her belly. “This ain't happening. Yep, I'm clearly just having some sort of dream, and Big Mac's about to wake me up for a long day of work...”

“Applejack...” Denying the truth wasn't going to get anypony anywhere.

Through her own tears, she smiled. “Yep... I can smell Granny Smith's pancakes now. Few moments, this won't be nothing but a quickly forgotten nightmare. I mean, if nothing else, I know Twilight would never do that to me.”

I froze.

“She's such a good friend, she'd never do that to me. I mean, sure, in the terms of this crazy dream that... delicious...” She licked her lips. “That stuff shot out by them yogurt cannon monsters is right addictive and messes with the mind, but even so, Twilight would find a way to hang on.” Her eyes opened, and she looked at me with a face that plead to hear good news. “Right, Twilight?”

I choked up. Applejack was always the strong one, the one I relied on when things got so tough that all hope seemed lost. She was the pillar of strength in our group, and I had served her up on a silver platter. “I... I'm so sorry,” I squeaked, sounding more like Fluttershy. Words failed me. How could I apologize? I knew almost exactly what she was feeling—differences in our constitutions aside—and that made it that much worse, that I had doomed her to such a fate.

“Heh heh. Well, don't you worry none, sugarcube.” Her eyes closed again, and her bloated belly rose and fell with rhythmic breaths. “This here's just a dream, and I'll wake up in moments.”

In moments, she was asleep, which spoke volumes about the degree of self-control she had. Truth be told, I had always envied earth ponies a little. I wouldn't want to live without my horn, but earth ponies had so many subtle ways to flex their nature to their advantage. Why, she had recovered from being drugged in half the time I had.

With a touch so light I might have been using one a feather, I stoked her mane and whispered, “You just get some rest, Applejack. I'll scout out a safe path for us and come back here for you. I promise.” With any luck, I'd find a hot tentacle to play around with a little.

I shook off the perverted thought and focused. Upon a quick scan of the room, I noticed a small door that Applejack must have missed. I couldn't be sure which way was correct, but if she had come from the other door on this side of the chasm, this had to be worth a try.

Hesitantly, I nudged the door open with my muzzle, not wanting to risk a magic trail giving me away. For all I knew, the contaminants in my system could've made it misfire. The door opened into an annoyingly plain hallway, but I saw no signs of danger. I crept forward, wishing I was wearing socks or something to mask the sound of my movement; hard hooves on stone weren't exactly what I would call “stealthy”, and I wanted to save all my magic in case of a sexy emergency.

I swatted at my horn again. A dire emergency. I made a mental note to seek medical attention as soon as this ordeal was over. I had no desire to throw myself at every hot, throbbing stallion cock in Ponyville like a mare in heat, desperate for a dripping dick to fill her emptiness...

I sighed. Having a slutty little voice in my head was proving to be rather troublesome.

The hallway seemed to go straight, so I continued with caution for a few minutes until I came to a three-way split. Everything looked the same here; I would have expected Discord's lair to be far more... chaotic.

I poked my head down the hallways, but they both appeared to lead to dead ends, so I kept moving forward.

Eventually, I came to... another dead end. This was very frustrating; I just wanted to make some progress so this nightmare would end.

Suddenly, I noticed a small hole in the wall. Intrigued, I peeked in, only to see a room beyond! Sure, it was dark, but there was definitely some space in there. I smirked. “Thought you were clever, eh Discord?” I charged up my horn, feeling safer already with power flowing through my body. A blind teleport was dangerous, but I believed I had seen enough of the other room to get it right. Just in case, I turned around so that if I did get stuck in something, it'd be my tail and not my head stuck in the middle of a wall of solid rock. I'd just do a little scouting to make sure it was safe, then come back for Applejack. Then, we'd make it to the center of this maze together. Already, I felt better knowing I would have one of my friends with me. The only way I was going to get through this mess was with those mares' help.

I winked out of reality in one spot, and found myself in a very small—and very dark—room. The wall I'd just been peeking through couldn't have been much more than a few hooves in front of my face. I panted, exhausted from the teleport; although it hadn't been a totally blind one, it had been enough that I'd need to rest for a few moments.

I tried to sit down, and found something was holding my rear fast. I turned, fearful of what I might find, only to see that a good half of my body was in the middle of a wall that was directly behind me! I clapped my hooves to my mouth to stop a scream. I felt air on my tail and oh-so-fuckable ass, so I knew that I was exposed and vulnerable. Just the thought of whatever hard, throbbing tentacles might be on the other side made my blood run cold and my mouth start to water.

Did I mention having a slutty voice in my head was getting annoying?

With a growing sense of urgency, I tried to wiggle my rear legs, only to find that they, too, were held fast by the rock. Today just kept getting worse and better. I glanced around, trying to estimate if I could teleport into the room and then make a jump from there into the hall beyond, but not enough light was coming through the tiny hole in the wall in front of me to tell. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough energy—particularly with all I'd gone through in the past hour or two—to attempt a blind teleport so soon after the last one. All I had to do was wait, keep perfectly still, and pray nothing found me before I could warp again.

That was the precise moment when something shoved my tail out of the way and penetrated me.

I screamed, hearing my shriek of pain (no, pleasure) echo in the tiny room I was boxed into. I knew that it couldn't be that big, but I felt like a tree had just forced its way inside me. But then again, a tree wouldn't be so warm... and throbbing...

My face reddened as I futilely struggled to escape. “N-no... I don't... I'm not...” Despite my words, my tail stayed up, giving whatever was behind me no obstacles to overcome.

If my mystery hunk could hear me, he gave no response. The hot, throbbing length shoved deeper into me, and I felt a pair of hooves smack me on the cutie mark repeatedly as he shoved himself further inside me. My cheeks burned as I imagined him, trying to conjure up a positive image for my own well-being: he'd be a huge, off-white stallion with a gentle smile; flaring wings; a horn bigger than any other pony's; a flowing, multicolor mane; and a huge, throbbing dick that couldn't get enough of my soft, sexy ass that he'd admired for years.

Blushing, I almost wished that a walldick was nearby: my own fantasies could only do so much to let me cope. The aphrodisiac would at least let me enjoy this. My fantasy evaporated as I realized that the pony on the other side of the wall was probably a monstrosity Discord had made to look like some horrible perversion of a pony, or it could even be Discord himself for all I knew.

I screamed as the mystery stallion thrust again, stretching me further than I'd been aware I could go; I could feel the individual veins on his thick stallionhood as he pulsated inside me. I panted, trying to strain away from the maddening sensation, but I felt myself starting to respond more and more as I started shoving myself towards him in time with his thrusts. I just had to endure this until I could do another blind teleport... but by the time I could do that, it might be too late.

I huffed, feeling the thrusts coming faster and faster as the pony plunged further into me. It was actually starting to feel good, to my horror; I could feel my tail shooting straight up, begging him for more. My tongue lolled out of my mouth as I panted, trying to cool myself off from the unbearable heat on my rear.

Just as I felt I had enough power to try to teleport, my ears shot straight up as I felt whatever was so keen on fucking me sink further in me, throb, and fill me with his (its?) cum. Tears filled my eyes as I screamed, unable to think as I desperately trying to break my lower legs free of the wall so I could kick this thing off of me, but the rock-hard cock didn't let up, rocketing load after load of wet ejaculate deep inside me. After my efforts proved useless for a few seconds, I lowered my head to the floor and covered my eyes. I couldn't see anything anyway, but maybe after this thing had had its way with me, it would move on. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't save my friends or myself, so I stood there and let a complete stranger take my virginity.

After a few more loads, it relented, pulling out of me and moving away. My rear still smarted from his spanking, to say nothing of how sore I was under my now-lowered tail. Even now, I could feel a thin stream of the rapist's semen oozing out of me and down my leg. Or was that my own orgasm?

I kept crying, feeling utterly worthless. I had wanted my first time to be special. I'd read so many romance novels where the heroic mare rushed in, swept the colt in distress off his hooves, and then found the love of her life that I had started to want that for me. I had wanted a first time that was magical, and instead, I had enjoyed a complete stranger raping me.

Even if I managed to make it out of here okay, what would happen afterward? What would my friends think of me? What... what would Princess Celestia think of me? I curled up into a half-ball, too numb to think of doing anything. This place—and Discord—had taken everything from me. My friends, my innocence, and now my future. With my luck today, that thing had probably gotten me pregnant, and I had read enough old fables to know how my story would end, were that the case; I would be cast out of society, forced to birth whatever thing was growing within me on my own, then die a lonely death, with nothing but whatever grotesque half-breed came from inside to keep me company, assuming I didn't die from birthing the foal. Sure, Princess Celestia would try to help me, but nopony would want to be associated with a pony carrying an abomination of a child. There was no way some whore who had let a monster fuck her so roughly would be allowed as the personal student of a princess.

After lying there for an indeterminate amount of time, I eased myself up on my front legs. If I had known more medical magic, I would have been able to tell what, if anything, was going to come of my little “encounter,” but all I could do now was to make a careful teleport out and keep moving. I couldn't fix my mistakes, but I could try to make up for them.

I reached out with my magic, determining exactly where I ended and the wall began. “Okay Twilight,” I said, my breath coming out in ragged, tired puffs, “you can do this.”

After some careful magical maneuverings over precious minutes, I found myself back in the hallway, determined to find another way around. Discord had broken my good cheer, robbed me of my innocence, manipulated me into doing horrible things to my friends, and drugged me, but I was not about to let him break my will. I put a hoof forward, determined to find a better way.

Then, Pinkie smashed through the wall, showering me with bricks.

To call me stunned would be an understatement. One of the bricks stuck me on the side of the head, sending me tumbling to the floor and landing on an already smarting rear. I groaned, my vision swimming. “P-Pinkie...?”

Pink filled my vision as she stepped closer. “Right here, ya silly filly!”

“Help me up, okay?” I needed a friend to lean on right now. She stepped over me and offered a back hoof to lift me up. I smiled. Even when the world was about to end, Pinkie would still be Pinkie.

“Pinkie, getting up is going to be kind of hard with you standing right over me... couldn't you use a foreleg instead?”

“Speaking of hard...” she chriped and leaned down. Wait, that wasn't a leg...

My mouth hung open as Pinkie stuck her cock in my mouth and laid down on me, forcing her thick cock deep down my throat. Her own stomach was bloated, presumably with some delicious cum she'd had earlier, and her greater weight kept me pinned.

I tried to say something, but it came out as a bunch of gurgling as Pinkie slid herself deeper inside my mouth. Once again, I silently cursed evolution for not giving me a gag reflex.

“Aw, look at that! You're so happy to have a real pony to suck off and not some tentacle that you're speechless!” she remarked. Now that I looked closer, Pinkie's coloration looked off a little, and she sounded deranged. Had Discord gotten to another of my friends, or was this some kind of fake?

I tried to twist my head away, but to no avail. Pinkie pinned me and shoved a hoof to one side of my head, forcing me to lock eyes with her. “Look at me,” she growled in a voice that made me too horrified to do anything but submit to her passions. I was still too drained to attempt any magic, and her earth pony strength was too much for me.

Her tone shifted to a more amused one. “I mean, I know I would be speechless too, but here for some reason after I drank all that deeeeeeeelicious, super yummy tastyriffic love punch I started feeling kinda funny! I mean, I'm still a mare but I grew this thing and I thought 'You know, as long as I have this I might as well use it!'” She giggled. “Long! Get it? Like the horsecock you're sucking on!”

In short order, Pinkie's hot, throbbing penis had worked a good ways down my throat. All the while, Pinkie chattered away, making small talk in her usual energetic way as she humped my mouth with all the ferocity of a maticore. I laid there, entirely submissive, resigned to my fate as Pinkie's bitch. I could do nothing; I had no magic, and my struggles were worthless. Besides, how could this be worse than what I'd already gone through?

Pinkie came, and I got my answer: she tasted the same as the walldick. I moaned, feeling heat throughout my entire body as the drug's effect took hold. As the ropes of semen slid their way down my suddenly willing throat, all conscious thought evaporated. I wanted Pinkie's cock. I needed Pinkie's cock. I was meant to swallow this delicious cum. I was a filthy, filthy whore and I liked it.

Pinkie, meanwhile, grinned. “Ooooh, so I can do that 'Oh yay, this is super fun time fantastics!' now too?! This is gonna be so much fun; I always knew you had a kinky side!”

Eager to taste more of Pinkie, I wrapped my tongue around the flared tip of her penis and slurped, eliciting a moan of pleasure from my friend as she continued to send a thick stream of unfiltered liquid joy down my throat. If only she would stick it in me beneath my tail; I was already all nice and wet! My breath puffed out of my muzzle in hot bursts, which further excited Pinkie's twitching member. I wanted to please my master so much.

“Oooh, twitch a twitch! Twitch a twitchy twitchy twitch!” she screamed as she sent one final blast of salty goodness down my throat, her cock jackhammering in my mouth as she filled me further with more liquid perfection. She pulled away, leaving my mouth half-open in delirious pleasure as a thin line of cum stretched between my lips and her still-engorged dick. I tried to say something, but it came out as a low moan. This was so much better than last time.

“I'm not done yet...” Pinkie Pie added coyly. Oh Celestia yes, please more!

With shaky hooves, I reached up to try to drag her back down to fuck me brainless, but she stepped back. “Now, now... you get it in the way I like it now.” She reached with a rear leg, aimed carefully, and unloaded one final blast directly onto my horn. The part of me that was still rational screamed about long-term effects from absorption of that much of the drug directly into my central nervous system, but I couldn't take my eyes off how beautiful her flared, brown-spotted cock was, with its throbbing veins and dripping tip. I wanted more. Badly. And I'd stop at nothing to be her bitch again.

I licked my lips as I felt the moneyshot seep into my horn, and my thoughts blurred further as the drug seeped directly into my brain. “Piiiinkieee...”

“Yes, Twilight?” She gazed at me with half-lidded eyes, taking in every inch of my sticky, used body. I noticed her lingering on my hindquarters, which sent a warm thrill through me. Oh please let Pinkie fuck me, please let Pinkie fuck me...

“Take me, you magnificient beassst...” I slurred. I barely knew what I was saying; all I knew was that I couldn't let Pinkie leave. I had to have more of her one way or another. I rolled over, wincing as my bloated stomach shifted its weight, and crawled towards her, keeping my tail lifted so she could have an easy shot at my moist, tender, vulnerable bits. “I need you inside me.” My whole body was on fire, and I had to constantly stop my rear hooves from snaking their way back to tease myself. I had to focus on what was important. I had to focus on getting Pinkie Pie to fuck me so hard, I'd forget my own name.

“Oh, Twilight, you silly. The refractory process means I can't glide inside your chewy lil' patooty for at least a little while!”

I stopped, and my mouth hung open. Some semen drooled out. I didn't notice; I was too busy trying to figure out what she meant. “What's... what's 'refractorrrry' meannnn?” Words were so hard. I just wanted cock like a good little pony slut.

Pinkie trotted over with an unreadable explanation on her face, which didn't bother me any, as I wasn't focusing on her face at all, instead preferring the flared tip of her bright pink penis. I licked my lips in anticipation. I needed more.

To my disappointment, Pinkie just patted me on the head. “You'll know, Twilight. You'll know.” She bounced away, taking her delicious cock with her.

My head lolled onto the ground. This was the worst day ever; after a great turn of events where my ass was so sexy a stranger tapped it and I blew one of my best friends, the potential for so much more had been lost. I murmured incoherently to myself as I gently started rubbing my slit with a rear hoof, determined to give the volcano within me some release.

I fumbled around for a while before I realized why the sex toy industry was so big in Equestria; hooves really weren't made for pleasuring oneself. Quickly, I summoned my personal dildo from its pocket dimension, noting that it looked like Pinkie's hot, throbbing cock that I'd just sucked dry before I plunged it into me.

I moaned with pleasure as my magic began to satisfy my burning need to have my void filled, and just as I cried out with pleasure from the fake horsecock bringing me to sticky satisfaction, my cry transformed into one of pain as a quivering dick of my own grew from my body, and with that final plunge, I squirted from my marehood and my new stallionhood.

My mind a haze of pleasure and confusion, I murmured, “What, did Discord want me to just make eighty bits for every hundred that a mare makes?” Then, covered in juices from both my sexual organs, I passed out with a happy smile on my face, hoping a tentacle beast would come along to make sure I was pregnant.

I couldn't help but wonder: what would it be like to take my new cock and fuck some squealing, tail-raising mare who would be too enraptured with my hot cock to fight back?