Author's Note

Oh my gosh. I have no good excuses for how late this is. But I'm hoping 2 chapters being added will help make up for my negligence!!

Chapter 9: Disguises

Spike shifted uncomfortably. Guilt was pounding at all parts of him. He didn’t go behind Twilight’s back very often, especially not like this. He imagined the look of hurt and disappointment and probably rage on Twilight’s face. Actually, mostly rage he thought with even greater foreboding. Maybe I should stop…Spike panickedly thought.

The image of Rarity popped into his mind and he gritted his teeth in renewed determination. I gotta do this. For Rarity! His nose itched as he gritted his teeth and he rubbed it miserably.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Careful!” a familiar voice hissed, “You’ll wreck our disguise!”

Spike groaned. “But you’re so itchy! How can you even stand having facial hair?”

“Ahem. Facial hair is a symbol of sophistication and intellect.”

“...So why do you have facial hair?”

Spike quickly deflected an attempted punch from his new sporty mustache and sighed.

As far as plans go, this was one of the more lucrative (and therefore according to DIscord, the best) plan the god had come up with.

They stood in the middle of a surprisingly empty courtyard in Canterlot in a small multicolored stand. Pictures of ice cream with cute little faces decorated the outside decorating the outside of their stand. Underneath the counter were tubs (literally tubs) of different flavored ice cream. Spike wore a red and white striped apron and a mini chef hat. He also sported a fake black mustache that was currently grumbling darkly.

“Why couldn’t you just turn into a pony?” Spike questioned the Discorded mustache..

Discord bristled in his disguise. “I’m not going to degrade my species by turning into a pony.”

Spike harumphed. “So a talking mustache is less conspicuous?”

“I wouldn’t be talking if you weren’t talking first,” Discord argued, not enjoying being this close to Spike’s lips. Now if it had been Fluttershy’s...He mentally slapped his head. No, no. Focus.
Spy mission.

The plan had been simple enough. Establish a base of operations in the center of Canterlot in order to have the greatest chance of catching the girls. And since both males had promised to their respective female friends not to show their faces, they need a disguise. This seemed like the best plan. To dress up and pretend to sell ice cream in Canterlot and somehow follow the girls with their rolling ice cream stand on wheels. It made perfect sense.

“Discord!” A voice hurriedly whispered. “What do I do?” Spike’s voice broke him out of his trance and Discord saw they had a customer.

It was a small unicorn pony with bright blue eyes and an adorable blue dress. Spike cooed and Discord mentally gagged. “May I pwease have some cho-co-wate chip cream, pwease?” She asked politely. She held out two bits.

Spike smiled and nodded. Before Discord could protest or tell the kid to bugger off, Spike pulled out 3 scoops of chocolate chip ice cream and plopped it onto a cone. “Here ya go!” Spike announced, attempting a bad Italian accent.

“Oh you did not just do that,” Discord groaned quietly.

The little pony’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “Wow! Thanks mister!” She quickly tried to give her 2 bits but Spike refused.

“No. You’re-a my-a first customer! On the house!” he continued in the accent.

“I refuse to be used for some Italian knockoff disguise,” Discord grumbled but remained on Spike’s face.

The little pony looked up at Spike as if he was Santa pony. She opened and closed her mouth wordlessly for a few moments. Finally she gave a loud squeak, seized the ice cream and galloped away giddily.

“Well that’s going to be a problem later,” Discord grumbled, “Kids are always troublemakers.”

Spike huffed in annoyance. “If you think all young ponies are troublemakers, why do you hang out with Cute Mark Crusaders?”

Discord hesitated. “How did you know about that?”

“Well you did teleport me into a football game against them.”

“No, it was a soccer game.”

“No, it was a football game.”

“Your kind may call it football, but it’s actually known as soccer.”

“Who’s been alive longer?”

“Well you’re still wrong. And admit it, you actually like young ponies! Especially if they’re troublemakers.”

Discord remained silent but his mind was abuzz. Okay, maybe Spike isn’t completely wrong. Well. He’s wrong about soccer. But about those kids. He enjoyed kids. They didn’t judge. Once they got past the initial shock, he found kids were often much more understanding and willing to accept than their adult counterparts.

The fact that his new friends had even allowed him to even associate with their siblings (and “sibling” in the case of Scootaloo) was such a novel concept to him. During his reign, ponies kept their children hidden...if they chose to reproduce at all.

Remorse stung him and he shifted uncomfortably in his disguise. He didn’t keep track but there were probably many ponies who chose not to start families because of the living conditions he created during his reign. So many family trees withered up and died during those years. And you have some stupid idea that you think you’re entitled to have children of your own after what you did. Discord swatted away that thought. He was really starting to hate the little voice in his head that tried to make him feel guilty. It annoyed him almost as much as the voice that made him feel horny.

He hadn’t allowed himself much of a chance to dwell on the events from yesterday. He could still imagine feeling Fluttershy squirm and wiggle in his coils...and pressing herself against his chest. He gave a silent moan as he remembered her taste in his mouth.

“Hey, it’s bad enough I have to wear you as a mustache, but I refuse to wear a beard.” Spike’s irritated voice piped up, shattering the memory.

“Beard. Yes. No. No beard. Sorry. Thought you wanted to look more like an adult dragon than an awkward teenager!” Discord snarkily quipped, making the “beard” disappear with thoughts of cold showers and a naked Granny Smith.

Spike made a face. “Don’t talk to me about teenage dragons. They’re so stupid. I’m way better than Garble.”

Discord made the beard disappear with a final image of Granny Smith bending over to plant an apple seed before returning his attention to his accomplice. “What’s a garble?” he asked disinterestedly.

Spike sighed. “Garble is a dragon. He tried to teach me that the way to be a Great Dragon was to beat up others, steal things and hurt those smaller than him. He was such a jerk. There’s got to be more to being a real dragon than being a bully.”

Discord snickered. “Simple, brutish but effective. At least initially. There’s always a bigger fish though.”

Spike laughed, “Yeah, yeah.” He glanced around and did a double take. “Oh Celestia! It’s them!”

If DIscord as a mustache had a heart, it would have been beating a billion times a minute. He quickly focused on the group.

“Hey...I thought this was supposed to be a girls’ trip only..” Spike mumbled angrily. Discord mentally agreed with the sentiment.

Yes, there were males Discord thought bitterly, watching the group approach their area. He didn’t recognize one of them in a yellow shirt. He felt angry for a moment but it was extinguished as he watched the pony literally bounce in tempo with Pinkie and cheering. Oh. It’s a male Pinkie he noted with some amusement at the facial and body similarities.

He turned his attention to the pony clad in armor. Ooh. This could be a problem. It was a royal guard. When I teamed up with Tirek, I remember attacking Shining Armor and his guards. I wonder if he’s still mad about it? Discord wondered briefly if he was also a potential romantic threat. I-I think you have to be like a eunuch to be a Royal Guard he tried to remember from Canterlot history. He smiled wickedly to himself. Yeah. That makes sense. All their energy had to be dedicated to protecting the royal family. No time for heat distractions.

Satisfied with his observations, Discord turned his attention to the females. He mentally frowned. “Is it just me...or do they look different somehow?” Spike quietly asked. The dragon was right, again. The girls looked stressed and flushed. Their bodies seemed fuller and more taut. Discord could catch the subtle scent of the musk he picked up with Fluttershy yesterday. The open air significantly dampened the strength of the musk. “Very different…” he heard Spike observe in a strange tone. Discord transformed into an ice cream scooper, making sure to leave a fake mustache on Spike, and observed the dragon.

Spike’s eyes were starting to glaze as he watched the female ponies talking in the distance. He was sweating slightly. “Wow, Rarity. She just looks so amazing. She’s like an angel.”

Spike was caught in his own imagination. Rarity walked next to Applejack and the air just seemed to glow around her. Her smile dazzled and he swore that when she slipped her mane back, she was doing it for him.

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“Bleh plew ef uh!” Rarity almost spit, tossing her mane, “these insects won’t leave me alone.”

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“Beautiful…” Spike was enthralled. Discord was about to lay into him when he spotted Fluttershy.

It felt like a millennium since they had seen each other and he felt himself starting to burn like an ember at her approach. Even with the open air, her scent seemed even stronger than it had been yesterday. He observed her face and noticed she was biting her bottom lip ever so delicately. Maybe she’s stifling another moan the dirty voice in his mind taunted. He almost groaned again with desire as her moans and shrieks echoed through his mind.

Discord caught sight of Flash Sentry again and he halted his lustful thoughts. Why DO they have the Royal Guard here. He looks like he is trying to protect them…

His mind came to a screeching halt as a cold real fear seized him. No. No...she didn’t tell her. Fluttershy wouldn’t have had a chance to talk to Celestia…

But Twilight would.

A stark realization slammed against his chest. Yes, his encounter with Fluttershy yesterday hadn’t really progressed the way he would have liked. And, maybe, just maybe...maybe she wasn’t really happy with it initially Discord admitted And maybe in other ponies’ eyes it would have looked like I was doing something really bad. Which I don’t think I was.

His mind refused to articulate what he was trying to think. Either way, it had not looked good for him when Applejack broke down the door on a screaming and struggling Fluttershy. And of course, Applejack probably told this to Twilight. And Twilight reported to Celestia on a daily basis.

Celestia. Protector of all pony kind. He hardly expected her to take it sitting down that he may have sexually assaulted one of the Elements of Harmony. Especially the Element of Kindness. His eyes narrowed. There would be consequences.

So Princess Celestia thinks she can just send a guard to come get me. Because I’m reformed, I’ll just roll over and give up? He caught sight of Fluttershy again. She was starting to smile now although she still clearly looked stressed. Everything around her appeared to glow and Discord had to catch his breath.

Would-would I give up for her?

Discord didn’t know the answer but he was determined not to find out.

“Change of plans,” he spoke to Spike, breaking the young dragon from his trance, “We’re going from scouting to engaging the enemy.”

Spike’s eyes widened and he shook his head wildly. “No! No! You’re going to get us caught! Disengage! Disengage!” Spike squeaked, grabbing the Discord spoon.

The spoon growled. “Desperate times call for desperate measures” and with a click of his tongue, he transformed.