Diamond Tiara doesn't care for Discord. She hasn't ever since the time he was unleashed from his stone prison. She isn't alone of course; a lot of ponies have bad memories of that day. But Diamond Tiara's are somehow more visceral, more personal than others. A deep, vague dread that she finds herself unable to put a finger on.

So when Discord shows up on her doorstep fifteen years later, she's less than pleased. Even if he professes to bear gifts - a peace offering of sorts, and an apology, though Diamond Tiara doesn't remember exactly what he would be apologizing for. But still, he gave her a crate full of alcohol, and it would be a shame to let it go to waste.

No one ever taught Diamond Tiara not to accept gifts from bored Chaos Gods. And especially not to ingest them. But it's a lesson learned too late. Diamond Tiara is gone.

It's Screwball's time to shine.

WARNING! CONTAINS ANTHROS, FUTA, RAPE, SADOMASOCHISM, CORRUPTION, AND PROBABLY A BUNCH OF OTHER WEIRD STUFF.

ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS ARE OVER EIGHTEEN

Cover art by Oddends

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