The Lazy Draconequus's Guide to Bodybuilding
Discord sat on a cloud, watching ponies go about their daily lives. He sighed, snapping his fingers to make a mare trip and fall into a fruit cart. The chaos should've been delightful... But he didn't care. He was, he decided, depressed. He wasn't quite sure, of course, but he'd never felt quite this bad before. Not even when Fluttershy called him out on his betrayal of her friendship-
Fluttershy. This was her fault. No, Discord reminded himself, she didn't cause my feelings. I fell in love with her, not the other way around. Yes, over these past few weeks, he'd fallen head over hooves for the shy pegasus. She was so kind, so caring, so beautiful... And he didn't have a chance. He didn't deserve a perfect pony like her. He was a monster. He'd spent the past millennium trying to conquer Equestria, doing terrible things to ponies, and despite his recent redemption, he constantly felt the need to torment anypony who crossed his path. Not to mention his reproductive organs, which were best left unseen. Last time they were, the changeling race was created.
Down below, a ripped stallion stood at the entrance of Ponyville's Gym. He was snowball white, muscles bulging visibly against a black t-shirt that appeared several sizes too small. Glancing in the mirrored window, he gave a hearty laugh and smacked his distended abdomen, packed with so much meat it stretched against the lower hem of his shirt. Down below, a heavy bulge swung between his thick legs, contained by a pair of tight track pants.
This, he knew, was Bulk Biceps, the professional strongstallion who defeated Irma Drago in the Equestria Games. Mares wanted him, stallions wanted to be him... And vice versa. He was the definition of a real stallion. The hint of an idea tugged at Discord's mind. Fluttershy deserved a real stallion. Therefore, he'd become one.
Snapping his fingers, he teleported next to the stallion, who practically jumped in fright. "Excuse me, sir," Discord said, "Are you a bodybuilder?"
"Uh, yeah?" Bulk responded. He eyed the chaos god up and down. Last time Discord had gotten near him, he found his creatine replaced with flour. Not so good for building muscle, and even worse for his poor blender. Luckily, Princess Twilight had a special budget to replace things Discord ruined, so it didn't make a dent in his admittedly light pockets.
"Hmm..." Discord said, stroking his beard contemplatively, "With a body like yours, I could get Fluttershy easily!"
"Uh, you wanna join me?" Bulk offered, "I'm a personal trainer and all, so..."
"Nah, that'll take too long! But I've got a one-step program right here!"
Discord snapped his fingers, grinning widely. Bulk blinked in confusion. He hadn't been teleported to a hellish dimension full of carnivorous squat bars. Nopony seemed to be paying much attention, so he probably hadn't been transformed into some awful weight lifting beast. In fact, nothing seemed out of sorts, aside from a dull ache creeping up his arms.
He glanced at Discord. The draconequus wasn't paying much attention to him, rather, he was gazing intently into one of the gym's mirrored windows. Grunting, Discord struck a pose. Bulk rubbed his bicep, feeling a light tingle.
The sight of the thin, serpentine creature flexing his arms was absolutely laughable; Bulk had to bite his lip to keep from laughing and incurring his wrath. As Discord flexed, the tingle in Bulk's arms grew to an ache, not unlike the dull throb after a hard workout. But he hadn't lifted more than his gym bag today, and it wasn't as if he could lift in peace with Discord hanging around.
Discord threw his head back and laughed, an evil cackle that caused everypony nearby to stop and stare. It was then that Bulk realized Discord's arms looked a lot... Larger. The noodly limbs were noticeably bigger, nowhere near as big as Bulk's own, but looking down, he realized that statement might not be entirely accurate.
The sleeves of his shirt hung looser than he remembered, and, touching a hand to his bicep, he realized it too felt smaller than before. In fact, it almost felt like it was retreating from his touch, like it was... Shrinking. Glancing back up at the laughing draconequus, he realized where the difference had gone.
"Bastard!" He shouted, lunging forward. Discord snapped his fingers, and Bulk suddenly stopped, his legs suddenly refusing to obey his command. No matter how hard he tried, it was like wading through waist-deep mud, and they just wouldn't budge. He was still just outside of arm's reach of Discord, leaving him unable to throttle the draconequus, even if he could, as the strength was rapidly fading from his arms.
Bulk let out an enraged growl, desperately trying to move, but the magical ache was beginning to spread, and he just didn't feel as energetic as before. His round, firm pecs deflated like balloons, leaving behind flabby moobs. All definition disappeared from his abdomen, the flesh of his tightly-packed gut softening into a small potbelly.
His body was pathetic, thin as a rail, his form-fitting shirt now hung on him like a blanket, draped over skinny arms and a pudgy torso. The only thing holding up his track pants was his wide waist, which served to give him a distinctly feminine figure. Discord, by comparison, was jacked like a kangaroo. His rounded, serpentine body had taken a new, almost pony-like shape, his torso like an elongated V. His pecs were as big as Bulk's had been, like hard cushions perfect for a mare to rest her head on. Reaching down (what Bulk assumed was) his belly, he had several more rows of abs than any creature ought to, each one packed with stolen muscle. Even his thighs were bigger, his scaled leg providing an excellent view of his new muscles shifting as he moved.
Bulk felt tears welling up in his eyes. Years of work, gone in an instant! He felt so small, so insignificant, especially next to the creature that had stolen his size. He just wanted to curl up and sob, but before he could move, another tingling sensation swept over his body.
At first he wasn't sure what was happening, hadn't Discord taken enough? But when Discord's beard began to lengthen, his heart sank. Course white hairs sprouted across his pecs like a stubby forest, while Bulk's own chest became bare by comparison. He felt it in his underarms and crotch, too, as his masculinity was stolen by the draconequus. Soon, his fur was thin and soft, like a dainty mare's. But at least he still had his-
"Cock!" Discord purred, his paw sliding past the twig's loose waistband and into his underwear. He cupped the stallion's balls, feeling his sheath brush against his meaty paw. Certainly big enough to please Fluttershy. Warm magic flowed through him, and he felt Bulk's package begin to shrink in his hand.
"No! Please!" Bulk shouted, grabbing Discord's thick arm with his tiny hands, "I know someone bigger!"
Discord raised an eyebrow at that. If Bulk could please a mare with this, a bigger one should be even better! "Do tell," Discord purred, staring deep in the twinky stallion's desperate eyes.
A few minutes later, Discord was soaring lazily over Sweet Apple Acres, looking for a particular pony. Bulk had been very forthcoming in throwing his friend under the bus, but he supposed that was to be expected from a stallion who had just lost his body and livelihood. He shook his head, he wasn't evil. Bulk could just build himself up again, and if all else failed, he still had most of his cock, minus an inch or five. Besides, once he had Fluttershy for his own, he'd be free to give back everything he'd taken to seduce her. Until then, however, he had a stallion to catch.
That particular stallion walked amid the trees, carrying a basket of apples in his hands. Sweat glistened across his bare torso, exuding pure strength, but too bulky for Discord's taste. Mac was built for power, not aesthetics, and the heavy gut pressing into the basket in front of him was evidence of that. Still, there was one thing the draconequus was interested in, and it was squeezed into one of Mac's pant legs. The bulge reached almost to his knee! Discord stroked his new bulge, imagining rutting Fluttershy with that monster, in their wedding bed of course. He felt his cock twitch against the jock strap he'd borrowed from Bulk, a new sensation, and not one altogether unpleasant. Just thinking about how much bigger he was about to get made him shiver with anticipation.
Licking his lips, he stepped out from behind a tree, flexing his perfectly sculpted muscles.
"So I heard you're hung," Discord smirked, "I'm pretty hung myself."
Mac glanced down at Discord's jock strap and grunted, continuing to walk.
"What? Don't believe me?" Discord said, annoyed, "I've got my horsecock right here!"
With a snap of his fingers, Discord disintigrated Mac's jeans and underwear, letting his dick swing free. 32 inches of pure stallion flopped around in the breeze like a pendulum, orange-sized balls backing it up for one perfect mare-pleasing package. Before Mac could react, Discord grabbed his cock, squeezing it in his claw while his paw wrapped around Mac's wrists. holding them together.
Mac felt a tightening sensation in his junk, like it was being forced up... Up into his body. He tried to look down, but all he could see over the curvature of his stomach was Discord's arm reaching down... Getting closer to his body.
He jerked his arms, but Discord held strong. Just one of meaty paw was enough to wrap around both of Mac's wrists, holding strong like a pair of handcuffs. Down below, he felt an ache in his balls, like they'd taken a larger-than-usual smack from one of his many onaholes.
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus his strength as he struggled in Discord's vice-like grip. He was the undisputed arm wrestling champion in Ponyville, yet every violent movement just caused the grip on him to tighten, both on his wrists and his balls. Mac let out a squeal as his cock shortened, Discord's bulge growing bigger and bigger. He was beginning to hyperventilate now, his s heart was pounding harder than ever before, like it was about to burst from his chest... And it was over.
Discord released him, the thrashing stallion stumbling away as if thrown. His hands flew to his crotch, but he didn't have to feel to know what happened. The enormous cock now hanging in Discord's nether regions told him enough.
All that was left of his monster cock was a nub, as long as his thumb and about as wide. His balls were likewise small, and ached as if they'd been drained through masturbation. Wrapping a huge hand around his new micropenis, he stared back up at Discord with a mixed look of confusion and rage.
"Don't worry," Discord chuckled, stuffing his new bulge into an oversized speedo, "It's not what you have, it's how you use it!"
Mac heaved himself off the tree, a meaty fist aimed right at Discord's smug grin. Discord just snapped his fingers and was gone, leaving Mac alone with his tiny cock.
Finally, he was ready. Discord flew faster than light, appearing at Fluttershy's cottage in an instant.
Fluttershy stood in front of the floor mirror. Her perfect body, tall, slim, huge Celestia-damn knockers -Discord slapped himself- was squeezed into a green sweater-dress that clung to her shapely -Again with the slapping- legs. In her hand, she held a tube of lipstick. Puckering up, she raised the tube to her lips. Discord's eyes widened as he imagined those lips on his own- Or on his... He coughed loudly, causing Fluttershy drop the lipstick in shock as she spun around.
"D-Discord!" She stuttered, reaching down to grab the tube, 'I-I didn't hear y-you come in! Wh- What did you do today?"
Discord averted his eyes from the curvature of her ass, fighting to keep his stirring cock from coming to life. "As you can see," He grunted, sticking his nose in the air as he flexed his biceps, "I've been working out."
"Oh, uh..."
"Yeah," He continued, bouncing his melon-like pecs, "I'm more than just a monster, you know."
"Um, Discord?"
"What?" He spat out, annoyed at her interruption. Realizing what he'd done, he was about to
"I'm so sorry, Discord, but I've got a date with Rarity in a few minutes and I'm still not ready!" She said, turning back towards the mirror, "But, um, your pecs are nice."
Discord stood there, flabbergasted and furious. She, an insignificant pony, dared to refuse the god of chaos? He'd show her! But no. He caught himself again. She hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't Fluttershy's fault she wasn't attracted to the adonis he had become. Though it was Rarity's fault she stole her, he thought. Plastering a phony smile over his face, he wished her luck, the words muffled by gritted teeth. With a snap of his fingers, he teleported downstairs, where he could sulk and scheme in peace.
"So Fluttershy likes mares? I can work with this."
Author's Note
I'm my own proofreader. I'm not very good. Please point and laugh at my mistakes so I can fix them.