“Now really, is drinking your friends really the best way to keep them?” I drop the glass in shock and Discord appears next to me giving me a strange grin. Is he?… no, can’t be. “So what is a handsome man like you doing in a place like this?”

Is he really? He has to be messing with me. Choking on my drink a little I cautiously ask him. “Discord, what is your sexuality?”

His grin widens to the point where it falls off and lands in the form of a profile card. My reflexes can’t help but catch it and I read it.

Name: Ashnotuleguiooogggxythethmotoresto son of GYZZZZYYYXXXXYOU:Pinkiecrazy:DESTROMOMETER, but you can call me Discord.

Gender: Whatever you want me to be, baby.

Sexuality: Yes.

Age: five neginity and six.

Race: All of the above, sometimes twice.

I burst out laughing as I read the card. Discord looks slightly offended until I manage to blurt out. “Sexuality, yes. Gods that is priceless.”

He grins at me in a leering way, he is definitely trying to be sexy, and failing at it horribly. He could really use some advice on picking up people. Velvet looks at us with a surprised expression as Jade sneaks behind her and wraps her forehooves around her whispering in her ear. Over the music in the club no one can hear what is said, but it becomes evident as they head off to the dance floor together with a slight blush on Velvet’s face. Now that we are alone together Discord snaps his claws and becomes a busty woman holding a large glass of moonshine out to me. Her voice is sultry and alluring.

“Wolf, haven't you wondered what it would be like with a women? You might never find out, but I can show you.” She gives me an alluring smile as I fold his hands behind my head with a grin. Alright, this could be fun, Although I’m gonna knock this half-assed pursuit game of Discord’s off the table and take him on my terms while playing my game. I notice my head is a little fuzzy, hadn’t realized I had this much to drink.

“You're bad at this whole seduction thing, bro. Fuck it, I’m drunk enough to go with this. For your information I’ve been with a women, along with a mare, a succubus, a vampiress, a goddess and a bitch.” Odd I would admit that, there is a strange distant pain in my head and it feels a little different than alcohol.

She recoils as she turns back into Discord and he looks at Wolf reprovingly. “Well, that wasn’t very nice to say about a mare you’ve been with.”

I arch an eyebrow and grin. “Bitch is the correct technical term for a female wolf.”

He stares at me in surprise with a slight trace of disgust. “Wolf, just because you can turn into something doesn’t stop it from being beastiality.”

“So? She was the daughter of the Wolf King. She was smarter than I am, had issues with a lowly peasant trying to be an alpha, too. Bitch was a bitch…” My voice becomes a growl as my thoughts grow murky and disturbed as I think back to those days. “At least it was fun, right? I showed her in the end. I trained every single day, I made deals that drowned me in a river of blood and then gorged myself on all the blood, but I grew strong. I becomes so strong I can achieve the highest form! I became one so powerful that Lord Wolf Himself named me Wolf in His honor and was annoyed at her for throwing me away! I became one of the strongest in the world! I became so much more!” I finish with a resounding evil laugh that causes all the assembled ponies to stare at us as I calmly finish my moonshine. “What?”

They look away under the combined stares of Discord and I, seeming to decide that drawing the ire of the darkest duo in the place is a bad idea. I looks back to Discord with a grin studying him. Discord meets my gaze and we lock eyes for a moment. He’s into me, actually into me, not just the desire to have a human that brought him here. He is going to follow my lead tonight, this is me seducing him. But do I want to be with him as a him? He would easily be a her for me, but I am attracted to males. I shouldn’t be, this isn’t part of who I was, this is something Mystery did to me. Fuck it. I think there is something wrong with my brain tonight, but I just want to be myself and have fun. Honest and open fun. The lack of a shudder at that thought brings a moment of worry that I push away with another swig of shine.

With a final swig of the shine, I stand and hold my hand out to Discord. “Let’s have a dance and talk. I find it hard to believe that one as interesting as you would turn your nose up at the games I love to play. I only hope your not a Dom like me, or this might not go as well as I hope.”

He smiles and takes my hand in his claw following me to the dance floor. We dance our first dance near Jade and Velvet as the Dubstep and lights burst out across the floor.We begin to go wild and chat about kinks and games and limits. At one point it was an octopus dancing with a wolf while it held a glass of whiskey close to my face to drink from. Discord it turns out has very little in the way of limits being the ultimate switch naturally wanting to rule but being too chaotic to fall into a single role and able to enjoy the new experience. His lack of skill in hitting on me is a result of essentially having every lover served to him on a silver platter. People will go to great lengths gain even a tiny amount of intangible power.

After we get to know each other's basics and enjoy some more drinks and time on the floor we decide to head off for some alone time. I am very buzzed by this point, so buzzed that some might call it absu-fucking-lutly wasted. Discord snaps his fingers and all the world turns into a spiral of color and for a moment it looks like I’m inside of a simply animated cartoon where everypony is even more colorful, has outlines and is around the same size. Then we are at a floating house in a reality of void and chaos and the inconceivably improbable.

Discord grins at me and gestures around. “Welcome to my home. This little pocket of reality is mine to unrule and inhabit. The unrules of this place are simple, anything goes as long as it is within your conception. Here everyone is equal in the embrace of chaos.”

As he’s speaking I snap my fingers and a glass of music appears in my hand. I down it reveling in the flaring of Disturbed in my head. It tastes of blood, ash and a hint of mint. I grin and run my fingers through my hair, giving my head a flick as my fingers pull free. Discord looks at me with an almost indecipherable expression and steps forwards his claw and paw rest on my shoulders and he pulls me towards him and we kiss. I’m hesitant and a little nervous at first, but the moment quickly sweeps me off my feet and draws me in. My arms wrap behind his back pulling him close into the kiss as my mind burns in the moment. I don’t know what I was so worried about, guys aren't so different.

End of the plot, beginning of clop. You may skip this chapter now. Also during scenes I use a slight Gorian grammer style, so the odd placement of capitals and lack of them are intentional. If this is immersion breaking or truly bothers you, comment as such, if I receive three comments or one comment of this nature gets 3 likes I shall fix it and leave a note here telling people to comment when I miss them, after all, this style is a habit I’ve had for a long time and not easy to break.

He pulls back and it dawns on me that his teeth are different, the really big fang is gone, replaced by a mouthful of something akin to the canines of a canine. Looking further, I realize he’s made a few more shifts in his anatomy. He has a cock similar to the ponies, in a sheath with his heart shaped head starting to poke free. I set my backpack aside, snapping my fingers to vanish my clothes into my backpack. I grin and stretch before I feel a familiar coldness fill my heart. The ice within the flames, the call of Dominance.

Concentrating I snap my fingers and create a dungeon around me. Cobblestone walls with braziers of red and black flames light the room in dancing shadows, several hooks and chains appear on the wall, a St. Andrews cross rests in one corner and a steel set of stocks wait in the other. The wall behind me is covered in implements, all manner of floggers, paddles, whips and other toys. Beneath these on the floor is chests filled with chains, ropes, cuffs and everything in between. Oddly enough there is a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs on the top of one of the chests that I immediately vaporize after we both glare at it in surprise.

“Why did-” He starts before I cut him off.

“I don’t even know. Now, let’s have some fun.” I grin and lick my lips as I see him take a step back with with the look of a brat in his eyes. Inwardly I sigh, having expected it. Brats can be fun to play with at first, but long term play partners or having a goal in a scene it can be easy to lose your energy when it doesn’t match their flow. I clear my head and quickly plot some paths for our games to go on, preparing for what I came to expect from brats years ago when I could still play with others. A smile flits across my lips as I realize that finaly I can play without holding back.

I pull a black leather collar with a silver buckle and several steel loops from the chest. “This is a scene collar while you wear it you are Mine.”

He turns and lowers his head as I wrap it around his neck and lock it into place. When it is fully in place I grab his shoulders and pull him towards me and bite the base of his neck causing him to gasp. Giving him a swat on the rump I point over to the cross in the corner. “Get on the cross.”

He turns and matches my cold eyes with a look of petulence, not speaking out of turn, but not moving either. Already expecting this I grab his wrists and try to turn him around to drag him over to the cross. His natural strength leaves him unmoving for a moment before he reacts to the movement and lets me drag him, putting up a token resistance that actually takes effort to overcome. Pushing his arms up I push him against the cross faceing it as I lock his arms into place over his head. With them secure I lift his back legs up and strap them in as well.

Througout this entire ordeal, he hasn’t made a sound and I lean against him with my nails slowly dragging down his shoulders and sides. “So quiet… not to worry, I’ll hear you sing soon enough little discord.”

He continues his petulant silence but I see a small smile turning the corners of his mouth. Pulling away I walk to the other wall and pick out a horse hair flogger, smirking at the irony I’m certain we both appreciate. With a quick circle I slash down on the right side of his back. He flinches but remains silent as I spin it in a recovery arc and bring it to bear against the left side of his back. I quickly create a tempo and continue with even warming slashes until I finally hear a gasp that lets me know My victim is warmed up.

With a grin I walk to the other side and put the flogger back pulling out a knotted black paracord flogger with 36 falls. I arc the flogger and lead with a hard double slash, one for each side, that lets me finally hear his first note of the music we are creating. I begin a slow meticulous tempo of swings getting a soft moan from him punctuated by highs points with every fresh beat of my flogger. Finaly satisfied with the current section of this peice I drop the flogger and rub my hands against his back, leaning in to whisper in his ears.

“Such beautiful singing, can my little discord sing for me some more? I don’t want to break a toy I’ve just begun playing with.”

He smiles and turns his head around way more then should be possible to kiss me before turning back, still not saying anything. I take this as a confirmation of the check-in and fly the flogger into my hand as I walk back to the racks of toys. I pick up a nice plug and a leather signal whip. Setting the whip down on a conviently appearing tray I lightly lube the plug and press it into his plot hole, drawing out a nice moan as a light vibration starts with a thought.

I pick up the signal and let the tray vanish back into the aether from whence it came as I uncoil it and take a few practice swings to steady my aim and let the wonderful pops send shivers up his spine. With a steady breath I unleash the first slash against his back, drawing out a deep moan. I smile as I begin the tempo, each slash drawing a moan as the vibration in the plug slowly increases. Quickly he begins panting as the moans become a constant with the slashes drawing out a yelping high note every time they land. letting the tempo build it spills over as he jerks his hips and makes a sound like a strangled howl, painting the wall behind the cross with the threads of his cum.

Spinning the signal to a stop I coil it up, feeling my heart pounding from the effort with a headache pounding to match. Conjuring a mental image of myself perfectly healthy I snap my fingers and feel the exhaustion and pain disappear leaving only the buzz and glow of the scene. I step behind discord and trail my hands over his sensitive back as the plug comes to a stop. I pull it out and make it vanish before continuing to massage his shoulders and back as I let his breathing relax into a more workable pace.

After he recovers I lead him over to to the stocks, receiving much less resistance from him. Looking into his eager and slightly glazed eyes I can tell he’s in a good headspace. Setting his arms into place next to his head on the bar, I drop the top peice and lock it into place. Setting his legs into position I carefully strap them in as well. Rubbing my hands over his flanks I decide to have a little fun with him.

Carefully I change his body a bit, I feel a delay and resistance at first before he accepts the changes and lets me edit. I turn him into a hermaphrodite with two holes and a cock and give myself a second cock slightly above my normal one. With a wild grin, I bend down resting my tips against his holes and growl in his ear “I’m going to have fun using you as a good little fuck toy.”

As I straighten up from this I plunge my cocks into him and grab his hips with my hands, thrusting into him with uncaring hunger as I revel in the twin sensations. His plot is tight and feels wonderful while his pussy is hot and wet, clenching against me with a rhythm I quite enjoy. He moans loudly as I pound into him arching his back and trying to wiggle in the confines of his bounds. I release my grip on his hips and drag my nails down his back, fealing the heat rising from his earlier punishment.

I bend and growl into his ear “remember to ask.”

With the reminder given, I draw the tempo out to a faster pace as I see him twicting. Soon I feel the pressure beginning to get to him as he starts begging. “Plea… please… pleaspleasepleaseplease”

I wait a glorious moment as I draw close, listening to the begging until I’m finally ready.

“Cum for me” I order and he lets out the strangled howl as he cum with me burying my rods into him and release my seed deep into him. I rest against him for a moment with my softening cocks still inside him as we catch our breaths. Somewhere between a moment and an eon passes as we relax in the afterglow of the song until he manages to groan out a single word I’ve been waiting for to know he’s had enough for one night. “M-master.”

Sighing I pull out of him and set my anatomy right before cleaning myself up and letting him out of the stocks. He rises with a smirk and pulls the collar off and hands it to me. “Dress and head out the door, I’ll be back out after a while.”

Author's Note

I'm back everpony! Finally, I have glorious internets again. I guess all the hype was unneeded as this didn't go nearly as weird as I thought it would, however, this is hardly their last rendezvous and they will definitely dive farther into the depths of depravity later. Trust me, I've missed you all as much if not more then you've missed me. A new chapter will likely be out tomorrow, I've got all kinds of pent up creative energy that I shall wield to unleash a veritable nuke of ponies upon you all!