Inkspell couldn’t help humming away to himself as he trotted home that evening. He'd had the most unusual day, in more ways than one.

--Oh good grief, that’s an innuendo too. Discord, what've you done to me..?-- he shook his head, flushing.

Then he heard an odd sound, and came to a halt in the peaceful street, ears twitching.

There it was again, a cry of pain. He started towards it, ears pricked. Edging his head around the corner he seen a male earth pony cowering on the ground, trying to shield himself from the three that were towering over him.

"Hay!" Before Inkspell could stop himself, he'd stepped forward "what’s going on here?"

"None of your business, so beat it!"

"I think there’s been enough beating for one day!" Inkspell said sharply.

"Really, because i think somepony just volunteered!" one of the big thugs stepped towards him. Inkspell readied his magic, and-

But he was tackled to the ground suddenly, and realised he'd been tricked. Another one had been hiding in the shadows!

As fights went, it wasn’t a good one. He DID manage to stun two of them, but not before they’d landed a few good hits, leaving him gasping in pain, head throbbing. But the surge of adrenaline that came with even contemplating the idea they could kill him, had him staging a surprise attack.

He flung one of them into the wall, knocking him out. Running on rage and fumes, he faced the remaining masked ponies, standing somehow, despite the beating he'd taken himself.

"We'll come back for you-" one hissed at the pony Inkspell had tried to help "and don’t think well forget this so easily you walking glitter ball!"

Then they were gone. Inkspell let out a shaken sigh. He helped the other pony stand, and even though he insisted he didn’t need to go to a hospital, Inkspell insisted on walking him home.

It wasn’t until he got back to his own rented house that he realised what’d just happened. Shock set in and the distant thought that he should go to the police or the guards did occur to him, but he was too shaken.

He cleaned himself up, mopping up the blood. He had a cut on one cheek, and some bruises on his chest that were going to show by morning. He rummaged through his closet, finding a waistcoat he'd been given in case the one he was assigned to preferred him to wear a uniform. It was a white waistcoat with gold trim. It’d cover the evidence...

When he awoke the next morning, it was to immense pain in his head. Memory came rushing back, and he wondered what he was supposed to do?

Looking at the clock her realised it could wait, he had to get to work!

Some painkillers took care of the worst of it, but he could still feel the bruises from the fight. A bandage taped to his cheek covered the cut, and the waistcoat hid the bruises.

But his carefully constructed lies fell apart once he arrived at Discord's office and the Draconequus spotted him.

"Sweet Celestia on a pogo stick, what happened to you?!" the chaos being blurted, swooping over to Inkspell and taking in the bandage on his cheek.

"I-its fine, I just fell over on my way home last night. It looks worse than it is, really..."

Discord frowned, but didn't say anything, just nuzzled the top of Inkspell's head.

But when he tried to pull the pony into his arms for a deeper kiss, he felt Inkspell tense up, and a real cry of pain escaped his lovers lips.

"What’s-?" Discord frowned, setting him down gently, then with one clawed talon he rapidly unpopped the buttons on Inkspell's waistcoat. When the fabric fell aside, showing the bruising on his partners coat, he was shocked.

"NO way simply tripping did this to you, these are hoofmarks...what happened?!" He grabbed Inkspell's shoulders, noting the tears already threatening to fall.

"Tell me.." he whispered to the shaking pony. He teleported them to the couch, where he wrapped Inkspell in his arms in a way that wouldn't set his bruises off again, and kissed him reassuringly.

Eventually the story came out, how he'd tried to help....

Discord frowned, anger stewing inside at the thugs that dared threaten his lover. He examined the bruises, worried by how bad they looked, but Inkspell assured him he'd be OK. But the stallions haunted gaze, coupled with the bags under his eyes made Discord decide to send him home.

"B-but the paperwork.." Inkspell object feebly as Discord re-buttoned the waistcoat he'd tried to hide the bruises under, and kissed him softly.

"Can WAIT," Discord insisted "now go on, shoo! I want you better by tomorrow!"

Inkspell at last nodded, and Discord reluctantly let him go. Much as wanted to ravish the cute pony, those bruises were still fresh...

Inkspell stopped at a doctors on his way home, picking up something to help speed up the healing. So preoccupied was he, he didn’t notice he was being followed..

Discord for the time being, tried to focus, but something was gnawing at the back of his mind, and as the afternoon came to a close, he decided to see if he could find out something about those thugs that'd attacked Inkspell for trying to protect that other pony. He recalled Inkspell's description of the stallion, and set out hunting. It sounded like a typical operation, which meant that pony had been under attack for either money or something else!

Some hours later, close to evening time, Discord at long last came across the pony in question, having transformed into his pony form and asked several locals.

The pony looked strung out and twitchy, constantly glancing this way and that as he locked up his shop.

"Hey YOU." Discord spoke coldly, seeing the pony yelp and back away he advanced "I have some questions for you."

"Are y-you a cop? Because I ain’t talking to no cop, I done nothing wrong!"

"Well, your grammar should be an arrestable offence, you little fool!" Discord spat, reaching out and grabbing the pony by his mane and dragging him into the shadows of the nearby alley.

“Now you listen to me, I want to know who attacked you the other night, and why they attacked a friend of mine for trying to help you!"

"I don't know what your-" slam, back into the wall, Discord's eyes glowed an angry red.

"Tell. Me." he hissed furiously.

At last the petrified pony blurted out he was under duress from this gang that'd cropped up the city some months before. Led by some stranger from the Empire, they'd started extorting money from several businesses, who had no choice but to pay up, otherwise the thugs had a tendency to get violent.

"The boss said he had to escape the crystal empire after some overbearing snobby royal got wind of what was going on!"

Discord's mind whirled, could this be the same group Inkspell had stopped by going to-

"Let me guess, Prince Sombra?" he said coldly.

"I-I think so, he just described him as "built like a brick outhouse, and far too tough to fight”, so he left!"

"That describes Sombra to a T..." Discord muttered "so now that worthless trash has come here? I have to find Inkspell!"

He glared at the hapless pony “If they've laid one hoof on him because he tried to help YOU, I will make you PAY!”

He dropped the pony he was threatening, only concerned for his lovers well-being now, and left. Racing through the air towards the house Inkspell had said he was renting...

Inkspell was sleeping atop his couch, medicine freshly applied, when he heard the door rattle.

His ears pricked up, and he felt himself go tense. Who was there...?

He was about to open the window and clamber out, when a pegasi shot in and tackled him to the floor.

"Got him boss!" the goon announced. Inkspell squirmed, but the bigger pony had him pinned. Soon another pony strode in, smirking.

"Boss said he couldn’t believe the same moron would get himself burned twice, but there's no doubt about it, you’re the idiot who cost him his operation when you set that brute Sombra against him in the first place! Apparently that big galoot wasn't as thick headed as the boss would have liked, he worked it out all too fast. Boss had to call in every favour to escape jail...now YOU come slithering into the works once more..."

"Get off me!" Inkspell cried out, but he couldn’t budge the larger pony pinning him down. He could feel one hoof pressing into his neck, the other his lower back.

“Well, Boss said he doesn’t want you interfering a second time, so it's lights out little snitch!”

--Somepony help me!!-- Inkspell pleaded silently. The bigger pony advanced, a knife floating up from where it'd been strapped to his hind leg.

"Just another B&E.." he laughed "you should've stayed out of our business-!"

He raised the blade, and Inkspell shut his eyes, the last image in his head that of his precious lover, Discord. At least he'd finally found somepony that made him feel so undeniably good...

--Goodbye..-- he panicked, feeling cold steel pressing against his neck-

There was a feral roar, and the next second the knife wielder was thrown back against the wall by a bast of magic, with so much force, it knocked him out, the knife clattering to the floor.

The one pinning Inkspell turned, and was unceremoniously punched out cold by what he thought was a blur.

Inkspell huddled on the floor, whimpering in fright...

"Are you alright, my little Inkspell? Can you hear me?"

That voice..?

He was gathered up in strong forelegs, concerned red eyes meeting his. Soft wings curved around him, their softness like a blanket.

"D-Discord!" he stammered in relief, before throwing his forelegs around the pony's neck, burying his muzzle in the others coat.

"Its quite alright my dear boy, your safe now..." Discord comforted him, rubbing his back gently.

"They were gonna kill me.." Inkspell looked up at last, tears as crystalline as his coat balancing precariously on deep black lashes. Discord brushed them away gently, kissing the scared pony.

"Don’t worry, they'll be dealt with!" he promised fiercely "they'll regret even touching one hair on your precious hide!"

He spent the next few minutes soothing Inkspell's shattered nerves, until the crystal pony seemed calm enough to sit up by himself. After a sweetly intimate yet respectful check to be sure he wasn't injured, Discord said he had to deal with those two bozos.

Inkspell huddled atop the bed as Discord became a Draconequus once more to pick up the two goons. He vanished away with them, returning sevral minutes later saying he'd dumped them in the custody of the nearest police station, to the shock of the officer in charge.

"They may need to talk to you tomorrow, my precious..." he advised Inkspell, who was shivering now.

“O-ok...” Inkspell nodded.

Discord made the sweetest cup of tea laced with honey that he could possibly make, and brought this up to Inkspell. But the dazed unicorns magic was on the fritz, and he nearly dropped the teacup, so Discord tried a different tactic. Taking a swig of the tea, he kissed Inkspell with the utmost tenderness, using his tongue to part the pony's lips, intending to feed him the sweet liquid that way.

For a moment it seemed the traumatized pony's throat had seized up entirely, but after Discord gently rubbed his neck, he felt him swallow the honeyed tea...

“That’s better, isn’t it?” Discord asked. A nod, wide blue and green eyes focused on him.

“Can you drink the rest, or do you need me to help?” he teased jokingly. Inkspell flushed red, an almost feverish gleam in his eyes for a split second, but he stammered he'd be OK.

After the tea, Inkspell seemed less shook up, but still seemed somehwhat on edge as the sun began to set.

"Please don’t leave me.." he begged Discord, when the Draconequus got up to put the teacup away. He was stricken with a sudden fear of being alone that night. All he could think about was his lovers warmth and safety, love that chased away the terror...

"I’m not going to leave you like this," Discord said firmly, kissing Inkspell softly, hearing the unicorn almost cry in relief.

Ignoring the dishes he returned to sit atop the bed with Inkspell. Shifting back into pony form to make his lover feel better, he examined the bruises on Inkspell's body, glad to see the old ones were rapidly fading.

He spotted the chemists bag and asked Inkspell what it was? When the unicorn told him it was medicine to help the bruises heal, Discord set about administering it. As he rubbed some into the fresh bruise mark on Inkspell's lower back, he was aware the other was trembling a little.

He assumed it was shock at first, but then he seen Inkspell fidget and sigh as he settled onto his stomach, and asked was he OK?

"I'll be fine...." Inkspell assured him, but it was strange, he still felt wired..

"You sure my dear boy? You’re shaking..."

"M-my hearts still racing so fast, when you swooped in out of nowhere to save me..I.." he blushed deeply, pressing a hoof to his chest. The fading light caught his eyes, making them sparkle. He was biting his lip again in that sexy way that captured Discord's attention...

"Ahh, I see..." Discord sat back with a knowing nod, NOW he understood, "your body’s getting its signals mixed up. Adrenaline, mixing with lust. Tell me," he leant down and trailed a hoof down Inkspell's back, letting it slide over his rump, as he whispered close to his ear "is anything besides your heart pounding?"

Inkspell yelped and flattered himself to the bed, legs splayed out either side in an attempt to hide what Discord had already guessed...

Discord chuckled and kissed behind Inkspell's ear, sounding entirely unfazed..

"Nothing to be afraid of my dear boy, your reaction is perfectly natural. Your body was freaking out, letting all that adrenaline loose. That plus your relief at seeing ME~" another gentle nuzzle, and a muffled groan from Inkspell "well, your body doesn’t know where to direct all that energy!"

"W-what do I do?" Inkspell stammered.

Discord smiled, and whispered in his ear one simple instruction:

"Lift that gorgeous rear of yours up a little my boy, and leave the rest to me!"

What was Discord going to do? The obvious answer popped into Inkspell's head and he flushed. He knew from studying that allowing a lover to mount you from that position was a far more enhanced pleasure, but he'd always been shy about doing it that way, liking to see his lovers face...

But Discord had something far more intriguing than simple intercourse planned.

"This particular technique," he purred, smiling as his flustered aide tucked his legs underneath him and shifted his hips so Discord could get the access he desired, "is known to make the receiver near lose their mind..."

"W-whats- Ahh!" Inkspell's question died off as he FELT what Discord was doing. Felt the pegasi lift his tail out of the way with a gentle tenderness, the silken strands fanning out over Inkspell's back. Oh, sweet Celestia he'd never felt anything like this. Was this what Discord had meant by "that’s only the beginning of what I can do with you?"

--He truly is so innocent, that he never requested a former lover treat his body to this delight...-- Discord pondered, as he kept a firm grip on Inkspell's hips, stopping the flustered, aroused stallion from squirming free. He could feel his lover's body tensing with each movement, each push and thrust of his tongue..

Inkspell scrunched the blanket between his hooves, his body crying out both in ecstasy, and for release.

“Mm, so sensitive...” Discord paused a moment in his lavishing of his prized stallion, his pony-form wings so tensed and fluffed up they almost ached.

“P-please...don't stop...” Inkspell begged, turning his head as best he could to look into Discords sharp red eyes. Seeing the same wanting reflected in them that he felt.

“As you wish my dear boy~” Discord growled playfully, going in for another round.

“Aaahnn….ooh… t-that's...”

Realising he'd hit a sensitive nerve, Discord played it for all it was worth. And Inkspell's dulcet voice, gasping Discord's name only pushed the pony-dracon to move quicker, drawing his lover closer and closer to finish...

"D-Discord, I-I..." Inkspell could barely speak, so muddled was his mind, overridden by his heart and a far more base sensation...

--Let yourself release, I know you're so close, my sweet little stallion...--- Discord thought, and with one final movement, his efforts finally pushed his lovers body past its threshold.

With a final, wordless cry, Inkspell's body tensed as he felt the orgasm race through him like a wildfire, taking his breath away...

He felt Discord let go of his hips, and allowed his body to sink back onto the sheets. He closed his eyes, breathing rapidly and shallow...

"Better?" Discord appeared next to him, reaching a hoof up to stroke Inkspell's cheek. Inkspell nodded, throat dry, unable to speak...

"I'll get you some water~" Discord chuckled, getting up and trotting out of the room. He took a fair few minutes to come back, during which time Inkspell finally got himself into a sitting position. When he seen the state of the bedsheets underneath where he'd been lying, he blushed.

When Discord came back the unicorn was standing on still trembling legs, stripping the bedsheets off the bed.

"My apologies my dear Inkspell~" Discord chuckled, then took over removing the sheet to let his lover drain the glass of water he’d brought up for him.

"I fixed your door lock, and put a few spells around the house. Nopony will lay one hoof on you, I’ve seen to it personally..." Discord told him once the besmirched sheet had been crammed into the laundry basket.

"Thank you..." a shaky Inkspell kissed Discord gratefully.

"Nopony gets away with harming my precious little stallion.." Discord growled darkly, scooping Inkspell up and carrying him to the bed once more. "now, YOU need sleep my love..."

He wrapped Inkspell in his hold, smiling as the exhausted and overwhelmed pony rapidly fell asleep, his needs sated.

--There is so much I can teach you my dear boy...-- Discord smiled as he closed his eyes, guarding his lover, even in dreams.

He had a very vivid dream, in which their roles were reversed, where Inkspell's articulate, talented mouth was being put to far more interesting uses then simply charming anypony he met into a good mood-

He snapped awake with a groan. What an awkward time to have THAT sort of dream.

Inkspell was barely used to the idea of sex being capable of blowing his mind. Asking him to return the favour right this point in time was asking a bit much. Although the fantasy DID intrigue him. Perhaps that would be a later lesson...

Ignoring the almost distractingly erotic dream for now, he studied the sleeping Inkspell. The pony was lying on his side, his back to Discord. Unbidden, Discord's eyes travelled the length of his body, the sheets clinging to a body he'd ravished twice now, almost in defiance of Discord's attempts to calm himself down.

--I hope this isn’t too much for him. I get the feeling he will have quite an appetite the more this suppressed sexual side of him is brought to light...afterall, he's been denying himself so long now, every sensation is practically a first!--

With a wistful sigh, he trotted over to the bathroom door....

Inkspell stirred briefly at the sound of the door clicking shut, wondering where Discord had gone? He tried to stay awake for when he came back out, but dozed off once more...

He woke later on in the morning, to the sound of Discord humming as he wandered in with a tray.

"I’m afraid my cooking is sub par compared to my sexual prowess" he joked, making Inkspell blush.

"I bet it’ll taste delicious," Inkspell smiled as Discord snuggled up next to him, feeding him bites of toast between kisses.

“Mmm, so I’m that good am I?” Discord teased.

--Somehow he even makes breakfast wonderful..-- Inkspell blushed at the thought. Then a thought occurred to him, and he peered up at Discord, asking was his stomach OK?

"Why of course it is, why do you ask?" Discord asked him, genuinely baffled.

"W-well, I heard you go to the bathroom this morning, I tried to stay awake as long as I could...”

--Oh,-- Discord realised, --I do forget how untainted his mind is...he hasn't come up with the obvious conclusion!--

“-anyway, you were in there awhile, I thought you might have a stomach ache..."

Discord blinked at this stallions sweet innocent face, then kissed him swiftly, a wry grin on his face as he explained what he’d been doing in there.

At the mention of the act, Inkspell blushed. He'd forced himself away from any such longings, in an effort to suppress who he was.

"Did you really never...?" Discord asked. Inkspell ducked his head and shook it.

"I wasn’t...sure of what i would feel. Its just ME, right, h-how can I mimic what a lover can-"

“Then..what did you do when you got...you know...excited?” Discord asked.

“I threw myself into my books, and eventually it would fade away. I had nopony to turn to back then, so I coped as best I could. I was too ashamed and afraid to speak to anypony about it. I thought I was a freak..”

"Oh sweet Celestia, how wrong you are my dear boy!"

With a poof of magic, Discord shifted back into his Draconequus form, pulling Inkspell into his hold so the pony's back was pressed against Discord's stomach, sitting at an angle.

Inkspell blinked, what was he doing...?

"Now my dear boy..." Discord kissed behind his ear, making Inkspell groan and fidget "lets start your lesson, shall we?"

He wrapped the fingers of his right paw around Inkspell's right hoof. He brought the hoof to his lips, kissing it gently before assisting it in sliding down Inkspell's chest, then stomach....

"Ah-!" Inkspell blushed in that adorkable way of his. Discord curved his other arm around Inkspell's waist, keeping him still.

"Don't be ashamed my dear Inkspell...you should embrace these urges, attend to them...its perfectly natural."

Discord brought the hoof to rest at the intimate spot, feeling Inkspell shivering in delight. The pony’s eyes were half closed, lost in this new sensation...

Embarrassment soon took a back seat to sharp thrills of pleasure as Discord began guiding Inkspell's hoof in swift, exploring strokes...

"Like it?" Discord purred.

"Y-yes....I..." Inkspell could barely form a full sentence "I do.."

Discord kissed Inkspell's neck to distract him while he at last let go of Inkspell's hoof, leaving the pony's climax up to him alone. As planned, Inkspell didn’t notice, merely slipped automatically into a measure that was just right for him…

“Mmh, Discord..” Inkspell's eyes were closed, breathing shallow and fast. In his mind all he could see was the being that'd pleasured him so intensely the last two occasions…

--Even in your fantasies my dear boy, have I made that big an impact on you?-- Discord pondered, with a thrill of pride and longing for this pony...

Soon enough he felt Inkspell's whole body tense up, aware of the stallions back arcing, his muzzle pressed to Discords neck, a sharp cry of pleasure punctuating the room...but it wasn’t the only one. The way Inkspell had been squirming had made a certain something very hard to deal with.

Dazed and still getting his breath back, Inkspell let himself rest against Discord's warm body.

"Good boy~" the Draconequus chuckled "now, I’d suggest you get a shower, and I’ll deal with the sheets, again.."

“Again? Oh!" Inkspell blushed, seeing the evidence atop the covers.

"Don’t worry about it, the fault was not just YOURS this time..." Discord chuckled at Inkspell's blushing expression as he realised there were TWO sets of evidence, "what can I say? The way you were grinding that cute ass of yours the whole time did NOT escape my attention..."

Inkspell, speechless, nodded and trotted off to the shower.

Inside, with the hot water pouring down over him, he relived what’d just happened and felt a carbon copy thrill run through him. Add to that, the fact simply watching HIM toying with himself had gotten his partner all hot and bothered...

Something had awoken since that first encounter on the couch. He'd never known feelings, or pleasure like this...and he didn’t want it to stop…

But also the way Discord seemed to treasure him for who he was, without question...

--Am I...in love..? I’ve never wanted anypony to break down my barriers this strongly. Never let anypony take me this far..--

With a frantic whimper, he realised he'd become freshly aroused.

He sat hunched over in the shower, torn between putting Discord's lessons to practise, and praying it would fade away. Like he'd told himself in the past...

Discord's voice echoed in his ears as he hesitantly raised one hoof off the tiled floor-

"Good boy...don’t be ashamed.."

Biting his lip to muffle any sound he might make, he allowed his hoof to make contact...

Author's Note

This is the second half of the current progress. I intially split it into two to gauge how well this would go down*, hence why this bits finished so fast! Its also gotten more detailed i think...

However, the next bit may not be for a week or more, depending on when my main Fanfic chapter gets done!

* = Is an Innuendo, lols.