Eris Inc. : Alliance
by
De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)
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Roger got out of the car, thankful for the good weather that let him drive the convertible with the top down. Normal cars are such a nuisance for unicorns.
He stared up at the skyscraper of ERIS Inc. He knew that it was safe. His eyes and pretty much every other sense screamed RUN! The tower had a fairly wide base with the entrances. There was a two story gap between the tower and the base, bridged only by three unequal pillars and the casing of the elevator shafts.
One pillar was shaped like the antler of a deer like animal, one like a horn and the last like a single fang. It was intended to remind you of the origins of ERIS Inc.
What took Roger a few minutes to figure out was the casing of the multiple elevator shafts. It was a fluted spiral that entered the base of the tower proper through an odd looking promenade whose walk-ways twisted about on each side of the spiraled shaft. One almost looked like the letter U. The other resembled the letter R.
Suddenly Roger brayed laughter as he got it. U R Screwed!
His confidence somewhat restored by the crude joke, Roger strode forward and through a large revolving door, into the foyer. He presented the letter that had caused General Iron, Commander of the Equestrian Defense Bureau, to send him here.
The cyclops eyed, but lovely filly at the reception desk scanned the document and said, “Roger, EDB Command, Diplomatic Corps? Welcome to ERIS. Please take the elevator over there.”
She was pointing to an elevator off to one side, under the horn shaped pillar. The two armed guards shifted from ready to shoulder arms at the filly's signal.
One of them, wearing an ERIS Armed Combat medallion with five kill claws, opened the door and respectfully said, “Not many get to use this car, Sir. There are no buttons except a mandatory emergency call button. The car will stop at your destination.”
Roger listened to the door shut with a surprisingly soft whump. As it began its climb, the slight vibration told roger that this car was going a LONG way up. It was being lifted by a cog drive mechanism to avoid the weight and safety issues of long cables.
Elevator music began. It was a selection of Hot Tangos, spicy waltzes and romantic orchestral bits. It was more than a mood setter. Each one was a piece that Roger had used in the seduction of some mare or other lovely female in the past. Roger had 'eclectic' taste in lovers. It spoke reams about ERIS Inc's intelligence service that they knew it in such detail.
The elevator slowed to a stop. The opened door revealed a stunning office with a deep piled X'ibian carpet, huge glass or glass-like windows and a view that faded for sheer distance toward the mountains. Central to his view there was a female dragonequis with the asymmetric display of antler, horn, single fang and limbs. She sat in a comfortably padded chair with a big U shaped desk behind her. In spite of, or perhaps because of, that asymmetry, she was stunningly beautiful. She gestured to a similar chair close by to her own.
As Roger approached, he realized that this arrangement put the incredible view of Equestria in front of her when she was working. It also put her full attention on her visitor.
She had on a nice business suit of a light purple shade that Roger liked. The jacket had only a single button at her waist. Her white blouse had off white lace down the buttoned front. It also had a row of the same lace and buttons across, just above the largest swell of her truly large and shapely bosom.
She stood to greet him, smiling broadly. Her stance revealed that her waist was as trim as her bosom was ample. The one thing that was almost out of place but managed to fit perfectly, was a complex braided hairdo, that sprouted a ponytail reaching nearly to her waist. Her platinum gray hair color contrasted well with Roger's yellow mane.
Her long, light green, substantial scaled tail with its seemingly ornamental ruffs descended from the back of her knee length skirt and curled around her feet. She was proffering him not only a card, but a substantial portfolio.
“Please, Roger, have a seat and study this carefully. I have no need of your credentials. If I did not know you thoroughly, you would not be here.”
Roger said, “Thank you, Eris,” and took the portfolio, accepting the invitation to sit. When he did, the sides of the chair folded up to make excellently designed desk arms to facilitate his study.
As he was working through the complexity of the documents in the portfolio, Roger commented, “While we all know that Eris is a name of Discord, isn't Discord usually a male? At least, that is what I have heard.”
Roger nearly jumped out of his skin when a soft, feminine hand was laid on his. “Oh, Roger, think. Discord has not directly interfered with Equestria for millennia. Indeed, not since the days when Twilight was not a Princess.
“I have worked, as you will see in those documents, what you would call undercover. When it comes to brewing discord, which has the easier time? Male or Female? Ponies and the rest will involve themselves far more easily in a properly presented female scheme. Males are so easily led astray by a female.
“Besides, I am far more comfortable and happier as a female. I have not been a male, except for a few occasions of State, for over a thousand years. That is why this is ERIS, Inc.”
Blinking in surprise, Roger looked up. And saw that, while Eris's collar button was still secure, the tension of her breasts shifting as she leaned forward, which she had, caused the next few buttons, down to the line of lace and buttons across her full breasts, to come open. The inadvertent gap revealed both Eris's excellent cleavage and that she was not wearing a brassier.
She did not appear to be aware of the little slip up. He suggested, “There is a lot here. Most of what I have seen, I do know and so does the General. One of the most important things that we know about you is that you have NEVER actually lied. Twisted the truth into braided pretzel and stood it on its head, yes, but never lied. What exactly, do you need from us? Your letter did say that you need our help, but for what? Your letter was not too clear about that.”
“Let me answer that in my own way, Roger. I need to ask some questions. Their answers will help to clear up the issue, OK?
“Come over to the window, with me.” She straightened up, causing her large breasts to shift some under her blouse. With the upper buttons open, the strain on the cross lace and buttons caused them to begin popping open, one at a time, from the middle outward. It made a risqué keyhole type of top out of her previously modest blouse.
She gestured out, past the glass. “That is Equestria, not simply the country, but the entire world. There lies the true work of ERIS, INC.
“Tell me, Roger, why does Discord exist at all?”
Roger stopped cold. “I have never even questioned that. Discord has always been there. You have been the cause of chaos in the lives of ponies and all other intelligent life.”
Eris nodded sadly. “I know. That is why I asked you, though. To show you that there is gaping hole in what you know and assume. My invitation to you and General Iron was not random. I hope that I can show you WHY Discord exists and has from the earliest of times.
“Beyond a lip service, without true understanding, not many can really grasp the reason. You two are different. I hope, different enough.” She reached over and stroked the greenish white fur of Roger's neck and smiled softly.
Roger gazed directly into the luminous eyes of Eris and experienced a slight chill. Those were ancient eyes. The compassion that he saw belied Discord's reputation for lighthearted chaotic playfulness and random disaster. He held his gaze, though he wanted to look elsewhere.
“How old are you, Eris?”
“I do not really know, Roger. I was made, as were the Princesses, but long before them. The beings that made Equestria made several mistakes. I was made to remedy one of those errors. The Princesses were made later, to remedy a more obvious one.”
“I see, I think. What were you made to remedy, Eris?”
“Perfection. Most do not understand the trap of perfection. The ponies and all of the other intelligent beings that the, well . . . call them the Titans, made got along without conflict among themselves or the other groups. They were so stable that even with intelligence and wisdom, they did not develop. Not civilization, not writing, nor new thought. They were stagnating and declining.
“I was made to force them to use the brains that they were given.” Making her lovely ponytail roll in waves, she shook her magnificent, asymmetrical head sadly. “It is thankless work.”
Roger impulsively put an arm around Eris and gave her a gentle hug. “I can understand that. My diplomacy is often the same. Thankless but necessary.” Looking out at the enormous and wonderful world beyond the window, he said, “And all of that, out there, is your work?”
“No, Roger. That is not all my work. Ponies and the rest are very adept at learning the wrong things from chaos and then putting the blame for their own evils on me. I am innocent of most of the bad things that you see and routinely deal with.”
Roger pulled her closer, “And you need help? What can we do?”
She smiled, snuggling into the contact as if it was precious to her and replied, “I am adept at chaos, Roger. There are things that are dangerously past safe limits.
“I need help with establishing safe order. EDB Command is the best of the possible sources of assistance. Will you help me to establish the necessary stability?”
Roger frowned in concentration. “You have never lied. This is very direct. Without consultation, I cannot answer for General Iron. I will say broadly yes, but subject to approval and the working out of details. I really can't go further than that.”
Suddenly Roger's armful of voluptuous dragonequis grinned happily and used his arm for support as she leaned back, looking up into his eyes. “I accept that, Roger! But you most certainly can go further!”
Leaning back, while Eris was held snugly to him by his arm caused the lower edge of the keyhole opening of her blouse to pull down, releasing both of her full breasts from any vestige of covering. She grinned up wickedly and said, “Your words are good, Roger! While you are here, I will be bound by them!”
She took his right hand and put it on her left breast. It was excitingly, invitingly, soft under his exploring fingers.
“Bound by my words, hum? How about cuffed?”
There was no flash of any showy magic. He was still holding her close. Both of her arms were pinioned securely behind her in stout cuffs of black leather.
Roger smiled as he realized the extent of the temporary power that Eris had given him over her. He pulled her closer and used his right hand to brush the business suit's jacket back off of her left shoulder. Trading grips but keeping those delightfully full breasts snug to him, Roger repeated the move, allowing and helping the jacket to slide down and become bunched fabric at her wrists.
Undoing that lone collar button allowed him to fully expose Eris's shoulders. She was smiling with delight. Roger turned her some in his arms an undid the remaining buttons of the blouse. In a trice, he had slid it down her arms to nestle on top of her jacket.
Under it she wore a breast revealing snug teddy of black sheer lace and solid leather straps equipped with gold colored snap rings.
He picked her up and, holding her to him but off the floor, he muttered, “Ankles cuffed with some chain hanging from the lock rings.”
Stout leather cuffs instantly secured her ankles. A length of chain hung from them. Still holding her suspended in his arms, Roger's unicorn magic pulled the chain up, securing the chain to her wrist cuffs with only a little fumbling. The now snug chain arched Eris' body, flexing her legs back .
Eris, eyes alight with mischief, said, “Somebody is HORNY!” With a short fanfare, a small French horn appeared around Roger's horn.
Roger snickered at the prank and made an easily made mistake by saying, “A LOT horny!”
The fanfare mellowed to a deeper tone as the French horn became a big Sousaphone draped over his shoulder!
Saying, “I don't want to put you down,” Roger started to reach for the large instrument. Eris smiled.
She became totally weightless. “Don't put me down, Roger, just let go. I won't a fall!”
Her back arched form simply floated in the air while Roger extricated himself from the marching band tuba. It continued to play by itself. Bolero.
Roger reached for the excitingly sensuous form of the floating Eris. As he touched her, he became weightless too. He thought of just lifting her skirt up around her waist.
With a wicked smile, he decided on a different course. He floated beside her. Holding her willing form close, he undid waist buttons and zipper. With far more “hand work” than simply lifting the skirt would have allowed, Roger slipped the sheath down to her knees, feeling up her ass, exploring the insides of her thighs and generally misbehaving in a sensual way. Eris purred.
He worked her skirt around her knees and back, past her ankles, to join the rest of her suit. Roger was not even surprised by the fact that her stockings were held in place by garters from the bondage teddy. She wore no panties at all.
And she was wet. Roger found suddenly that Eris was not the only one “stripped for action.”
Eris spread her legs invitingly. Roger pulled her close and kissed her instead. “We do not need to hurry this, Eris. It is far more exciting if we do not.” He nibbled down her neck to her shoulders, with kisses and small bites. While he was kissing above, he was working her clitoris gently with his fingers. He kiss/nibble/bit down her left breast. He circled her nipple with his tongue, exploring the slight roughness of her aureola and lick tickling her nipple. Her nipple arose stiffly erect and her aureola swelled up firmly slick and puffy.
“Be careful there, Roger. Who sucks the Milk of Discord will be able to seduce any female that he desires. It can be a blessing or curse.”
Roger took her erect nipple into his lips and both sucked hard and bit gently. Warm milk leaked into his mouth. In moments, Eris' milk was letting down in small flowing streams with each suck.
Eris, floating along side him, sighed with pleasure at the combination of being suckled, held, stroked, and having her pussy masturbated by her lover. With a moan and hard bucking against the restraining chains and cuffs, she orgasmed fiercely. In the background was a chorus of hallelujahs sung by the infamous Fallen Pony Choir. It made Roger snicker, causing some of his mouthful of Eris' milk to leak out onto her tit.
Roger only changed breasts to lip tease and suckle. He felt her tension building toward another orgasm. Just as it was about to begin, he spread her and pushed his cock deep into her wet pussy. He only thrust twice before Eris came, erupting in pleasure around his member.
Roger kept right on working his stallionhood deep inside her, though he very quickly found that he had to hold her waist and hips to him differently because of having no bed under them for support. It was something like making love while floating in a swimming pool, but different.
He found a good grip to give his thrusting purchase and continued driving himself into her as deeply as he could. Eris responded magnificently bucking and moaning her pleasure. Each time that she came, her breasts released small streams of milk, making slick messy fun between their bodies as they moved against each other. Each time, while she was awaiting her next orgasm, she used her tail to stroke Roger's back and buttocks.
They came together again, at last, Roger filling her with his pony cream for the third time. The sunset in the huge window was glorious.
Leaving Eris chained, Roger pulled her blouse up, settling it around her shoulders and, with much fondling, meticulously buttoned it. He slipped her skirt up, working it past her knees. With much smoothing of her skirt over her belly and ass, he settled it into place, tucked in her blouse. He finished by both zipping and buttoning it.
Eris was giving Roger a deeply thoughtful look as he brought her suit's jacket up, settled it smoothly and buttoned it securely.
Only after he was finished with the erotically carried out redressing of Eris, did Roger release the chain, the ankle cuffs and the wrist cuffs.
The room rotated as she brought the floor beneath their feet. She grabbed him ferociously tight, wrapping her right leg about his legs, her tail, whipped about him from the left. Her arms gripped under his and up, hands locking to his shoulders.
Pulling firmly down, she tilted her head up. Her lips met his in a deep and long lasting kiss. With a smile of pure mischief, Eris said, “I loved the bondage, Roger! I had to let you do exactly what I wanted you to!”
Roger looked down at his lovely latest lover and, playing with her hair, asked seriously, “Because of suckling your milk I really can seduce any female that I want?”
Eris nodded seriously, appearing to be a little hurt. “Yes, Roger. Any female that you desire.”
Roger refused to let her pull back, not allowing her to put any distance between them. “What if the female that I desire is YOU? Can I have you instead of some other female whenever I want you?”
Eris hugged Roger so tightly that they might as well have been welded together. She kissed him deeply and with tongue.
Finally Eris pulled back. Saying, “That is a YES, Roger!”
Kneeling, she held out her hands. In them a finely carved box appeared.
“I have a gift for you, Roger. Please take it.”
He opened the box. Nestled inside, were a black velvet collar with red ruffled lace edges, a small lock and a key.
Lifting them from the box, Roger saw that the collar had a large exquisitely carved risqué shell cameo of a female dragonequis standing beside a male unicorn. The unicorn was holding a chain that led to the collar on the female.
Still kneeling, Eris lifted her chin to make fastening the collar easier. “I am your gift, Roger. Yours, whenever you want me. Please take me.”
Almost stunned, Roger carefully placed the collar around Eris's neck. The click of the lock was one of those quiet sounds that change worlds, for at least a few.
--The End--
Author's Note
The Characters Roger and General Iron belong to EDB Command edb-command.tumblr.com
Eris is a fan created variation of the dragonequis Discord who belongs to Hasboro.
The setting is the MLP future world of EDB Command, where Tech, Mage/Tech, and magic exist side by side.
