Discord's Giftsby Michael HudsonChaptersYear 0Year 5Year 4Year 3Year 1Year 0-5Year 2Year 0Year 0 Pain. That was the first thing the being knew. And not just some normal stiffness or ache, but a tearing, ripping, searing pain. It was a warning, something telling the being that what it was was wrong, that it shouldn’t be becoming anything. And yet, it had conscious, and was indeed being made. It flexed one of its appendages, trying to grab at something that would let it get away from the pain, before a lance of multicolored light stabbed through its hand. It tried to scream, but that part of it hadn’t formed yet, still left in smoke that was the roiling mass it came from. Looking to the mass for help, he instead saw a crooked smile. “Ah, good, I’d hoped you’d arrive now.” The being cocks what it hopes is its head, before a fun little thought comes to mind, and it instead shakes its foot in response. The smile laughs at the action, before some of the pain recedes. That causes the smile to scowl though, and the pain doubles, somehow. “Now, now, even if you’re being cute, you must leave me. Otherwise, we shall not have the fun we both desire.” The being lets out a small squeak as it begins to cope with the pain, despite any normal sort of creature normally having gone into cardiac arrest from the pain by now. The squeak was confirmation of his ability to speak though, and the being looked at the smile, before croaking out, “Why?” “Why the pain? Trust me when I say I wish it wasn’t a part of this. Then again, some discomfort should be expected when one rips a part of their very soul from themselves.” The being blinked for a few moments, before he looked to the wispy claw that was forming on one of its appendages. The voice and mouth did beckon to him, calling him to join them, even as he was still pushed away. It was all too possible… “Instead of trying to prove this of course, why don’t I just incentivise you? You’ll have plenty of my powers, as I barely even use a fraction when trying to take over this country, and it has magic. So, why don’t you take those powers, and make this world more… fun? More chaotic?” An image of a mirror appeared in the young creature’s mind, before a school also appeared. Its own mind then warped the image to be made of gingerbread, and the weird beings in front of it skating on cream filling. It smiled, while the floating mouth laughed. “That’s my incarnation!” The creature looked to its progenitor, narrowing its eyes, before smiling. Its mind was beginning to form properly, and it could piece together what the being was that it stared back at, and thus, what he was. “May I go?” The mouth turned into a hand, and the new draconequus slipped out of the ethereal mass that was its primordial being. It had no place there anyways, having been ripped apart from it. All so he could spread the lovely art of chaos. And he left just in time, escaping through a final crack in the stone that encased, well, him, and the new Discord smiled. He then winced, looking to his hand. While the rest of the essence was brown and black, his hand, the one that had reached out, flared with a dash of yellow for some reason, and he felt bad for his ‘father’s’ tomb, wishing he could help him out. Discord couldn’t sit around though, and clenched his hand into a fist, quelling the odd light, before he seeped into the ground, and began to move. He wished he could be a milk spewing dragon, or a mare hot enough to make every stallion in Equestria pass out, but he didn’t have much time. He was weak here, not being whole, nor having the level of magic that his former self did. He was new and could feel the immense presence of Harmony pushing down on him, and that was before it truly noticed him. When it did that, he bet he would have about three seconds due to his own magical power, but even that was iffy. Fortunately, he didn’t need to test this as he slipped into Canterlot Castle, gliding over the tiles, unnoticed by any of the guards. Now he moved by instinct, letting the image of that mirror guide him. He was tempted to go elsewhere, to maybe try to take one last jab at Celestia, but another flare from his paw, purple this time, stopped him. He scowled at it for a moment, before deciding that he would spare the princess the hassle this time, since he was such a nice guy. He then shot straight down. His magic had finally actually located the damned thing, and it was deep. Past the hidden caves, and even past the dungeons. Instead, it was in a cave all by itself. Looking around, Discord couldn’t help but feel giddy. There were no doors, no ways in or out, but just a large room to hide the one mirror. And yet, he still found it. Discord sneaked closer to it, not bothering with a physical form yet, and examined the magics on it. The artifact had to be almost as old as him, as it radiated with enchantments he hadn’t ever seen before, nor thought could be created by ponies. But it was still here, and it would lead him to where he wanted. He moved forward, gliding towards the reflective, clear glass, and braced himself for the teleportation. Just as he found out that he should have braced for impact, his paw glowed blue this time. His eyes turned back towards Ponyville, his resolve growing now. These were his orders, and to fail so quickly would betray his creator, and ruin his fun. Both of which he could not stand for. Discord held out his wispy claw to the mirror, a violent, green light coming out of it and flooding into the mirror. The moment he unleashed his magic though, he felt harmony react, finding him in an instant. This only doubled his efforts as he saw the hole in the middle of the mirror begin to grow. Three. The searing pain began to come back at the magical exertion. He knew he currently channeled more magic than even his progenitor normally did, and the stress of his prompt obliteration didn’t help with the stress he was under. Two. Discord hit his knees, his vision beginning to blur as he tried to keep his focus up. He knew it wasn’t going fast enough though. He didn’t know enough about the seals on the mirror, and his normal way of forcing it to change just wasn’t working. One. Discord shut his eyes, begging the mirror to open, but also bracing for whatever force was coming for him. And then, he found himself pushed, stumbling through the mirror, and being sent far away. Meanwhile, in the room, a shimmering being of rainbow light smiled, satisfied that it had helped the being on its quest for harmony, and heading back towards its home. Not that Discord would know about this, nor thank it for the help, even as he crashed onto the lawn before Canterlot High. His body was in pain, the transformation between worlds being rough on his still malformed being. He raised a hand, a pink light faintly in his sight as he looked to the deathly pale appendage. Looking down over the rest of himself, in light brown khakis, white, button up shirt, and black vest, he couldn’t help but chuckle. If anypony from Equestria saw him like this, they would probably think he looked absurd. Though, there was a part of him that liked the look. It seemed… fitting. He slowly got up, his vision turning black for a moment as his insides continued to form back into whatever this new race called organs. His legs were surprisingly firm, but he blamed that on never having really walked in the first place. That, or maybe he was just gifted, something promptly refuted as he swung his fist, and promptly threw himself to the ground with that. Once he was more stable, he began to walk towards the school before him, and assessed the situation. He could indeed still feel his powers entirely intact within himself, rolling around like a storm, begging to be released on this world. He did agree with it, as he could also taste the lack of magic in the air, but something held him back, told him to look around. How he put it was that he wanted to know what was normal here, so he could better break that mold, instead of some part of him that was calming the storm within him. That was just insane. He gently pushed against the front door, the whole prospect of walking in general, let alone on toothpicks, still being something he was only just coming to grips with. Admittedly, he wasn’t disappointed for his efforts, as the foyer looked pretty nice. Good, tall staircases, large trophy display… yeah, he could like it here as his capital. Better yet, there was something about the building itself. It radiated off an energy akin to that of a layline, and Discord briefly wondered if he would find this being a nexus of some sort. He promptly pushed the idea to the side, realizing that he wouldn’t have come here if it didn’t attract magic and power. Otherwise, it would probably be kind of dull. What also wasn’t dull was the first actual noise he heard in the new world, with new ears. Sure, Discord had heard things like the wind, or the small scraping of the improperly set door into the foyer, but this was anything else. It was a harsh ringing that pounded in his skull, and made him question if any of this was worth it if all he would keep getting is pain. The immediate answer from the universe appeared to be no, as he saw doors in every corridor around him fly open, and students begin to come out. Their voices were loud, and blared with the chatter of teenagers. While yes, chaotic, the rush of bodies that also came at him was not very appreciated, and he couldn’t bring his magic to bear fast enough to stop the oncoming stampede. At first, he was just tossed around, his shoulder and body getting bumped out of the way f students heading for their next destination. At least, until one person lined up perfectly to crash headlong into him. He felt something soft against his chest for a moment, before the pain of the collision came to the forefront, and he fell back, crashing down upon the tile. His arms came up reflexively to protect himself, but while the students hadn’t cared about a standing target, they were at least aware enough not to run him over. Still, he didn’t dare move until the clatter of boots was gone. And then he was greeted by a harsh, demeaning voice yelling, “Watch where you’re going, idiot!” Discord looked to the owner of the voice and saw a yellow girl picking herself up. She wore a leather jacket, a short, purple skirt, and nice, long boots to go with her legs. Of course, her large bosom was the most eye catching part of her, with them even having a nice jiggle as she straightened out. Or, they should have been. Discord winced again as he looked at the twin colored sun that was on her shirt. For most, it was just fabric, but to him, it flared like the sun it was, branding her as the Equestrian she was. That didn’t make sense though, as the mirror had been locked away, and why would an Equestrian even be here? The girl turned to him, before rolling her eyes. “What are you, new?” Discord bit his lip, trying to think of a good lie, before one of his eyes flashed orange, and the other purple. It even came with a voice whispering to him, “This could be your chance to be her friend.” He scowled internally at the whisper, even though the action made his chest hurt. Sure, friends were nice, and could comfort you when you’re in pain, but he is the mighty spirit of chaos. He didn’t need friends… Discord shook his head briefly, before looking at the girl, and nodding. “Yeah, I’m new, and I could probably use some help figuring out where I should go.” She rolled her eyes, before muttering under her breath about not having time for this. Those hard eyes then turned to him, before she pointed down the hallway. “Well, right now it’s lunchtime, and you can find someone to guide you there. As for me, if you run into me like that again, you’ll regret it. I run this school, and anyone who questions it gets crushed.” Discord frowned at that, waiting for her to leave first though, as he didn’t want to be caught up in her rage. Not that he really wanted to care. She was just some bratty Equestrian, so while interesting as she didn’t belong here, and shouldn’t be so mad, and probably needed someone to hold her and let her get that anger out of her… “What the hell am I thinking?” With another scowl, Discord began walking down the corridor he had been led towards. He probably shouldn’t, not at this point, as all the stupid school had done for him so far was make his life miserable. More pain, confusing thoughts, and all for the idea of stirring up better chaos? He was the spirit of chaos! No one did chaos better than him! Opening the door to the cafeteria, he heard a voice ask, “Are you sure?” He didn’t know where it came from, as no one talked to him. He was simply standing in the doorway, looking upon a throng of people yelling, screaming, running about and being… chaotic. He shook his head, the purple in his irises growing stronger as he thought more and more. He’d seen some comforting those they were with, probably after the injured idiot had done something stupid. After all he’d been through though, he’d be happy to be that idiot. To just have someone to hug him, and tell him he was okay. That the pain would stop. “You won’t get that with your current plan though.” Discord grabbed the sides of his head, snarling as he backed his way out of the cafeteria. He was doing what he always did. He would cause chaos, change this world into a giant theater for him, and then…. And then… “Please Discord, you’ve done this long enough. You aren’t even that which you call yourself, but a part of him that he is forcing to do this. Do you really want to be like him? Alone, using his powers for momentary pleasure, but never having another to share it with? You don’t have to be like that, and I can help.” Discord continued to breath hard, his forehead against a locker. He didn’t say anything, not that that stopped the voice in his head. It showed him the forms of the element bearers from this world in his mind. Talked to him about how they were separated, in pain and should be with one another. How a good shove from an outside force could make them like the person that did so, and that they were the best friends one could ask for. All he had to do was listen to the scrap of harmony in him. The admission to what the voice was made him smile, even as tears stung the edges of his eyes. He wasn’t supposed to listen to Harmony. He was the spirit of chaos. He was... He wasn’t. Discord was. He was a scrap of chaos, far away from his home, alone and afraid, and he wanted more than that. He wanted friends. The voice in his head showed him a set of scenes, all caused by one person in the school, the one person he’d met. And, thinking about all the ways he could fix those scenes, and be there for those girls… It made him smile, before he snapped his fingers, and disappeared. Year 5Year 5 Rarity groaned as she turned the television off in her office. She was going to have to fix this, and quick, or else her new director was going to get the boot, and hard. After two whole movies that she couldn’t sell though, she didn’t even know if she wanted to bother trying to save the idiot’s career. In fact, she hadn’t destroyed anyone’s career in a while… She shook her head and reached into her desk. A few, fine tipped pens, three pencils, and a few sheets of paper were soon spaced out neatly onto her desk, and she nodded at the materials. Rarity was busy, no doubt about that. She refused to be some sort of laid back CEO who never did anything with her company, but that also meant that her own passions had to be set to the side. At least, until she had so much of a headache that she wasn’t willing to keep caring. Then she could work on her designs, maybe even get a bit of sewing done. Besides, she was good enough that everything she made became a best selling item. She slowly began to leaf through the papers, checking the designs and dismissing a few doodles for another day, until she got to one. It was for a beautiful, black corset she had been designing the other day, meant to be easier to get out of for those that were less experienced with the constricting fabrics. Yes, it would do quite nicely. She began to figure out the design a bit more, her pencils flying over the paper, when her phone rang. Rarity stopped on a dime, not daring to risk screwing up the design because of something as stupid as her phone. Instead, she had her pencil hover over the paper, clenched so tightly that she threatened to break the pencil she held. Her other hand moved over, clicking a button on her phone so as to let her secretary speak to her. “Yes, Coco?” “I’m sorry if I’m interrupting you, ma’am, but Discord is here, and you know he never likes making appointments.” Rarity’s left hand loosened up at hearing her friend’s voice, and she took in a deep breath as a wide smile crossed her lips. While yes, it was good to design things when she was annoyed, Discord usually did a good job as an alternative as well. Of course, to use him was impossible. If he wanted to help her, it would be of his own volition. She pressed the button again, before saying, “Please, let him up. I’m happy to take him now.” The response back came from the cocky, silly voice she had expected, and she smiled as she heard, “That sounds dirty. Aren’t you above that, Miss Rarity?” Rarity shook her head as she leaned back in her chair. He knew damn well she wasn’t, not with the company she ran. Of course, she still had her suspicions that he was a large part of why she had the company she did. How she had randomly been left this by an uncle she never knew she’d had. Would she have wanted it some other way? To not have had the uncle? She bit into her lip as she looked out her window, and over the now large town that she grown up in. She’d made it the headquarters of her business about two years ago. Not that it was too costly, not compared to the insane levels of profits they’d raked in while she was in charge. Then again, that’s what she supposed happened when one wished to rule the biggest industry in the world. “So, how is my favorite porn star today?” Rarity looked over her shoulder at the well dressed man that stood in her doorway. His outfit was a fine, italian suit, as was usual for him, along with a white goatee, and messy brown hair. It wasn’t fitting with the rest of his look, but if he didn’t wear it like that, Rarity would have thought something was wrong. Discord watched as Rarity raised an eyebrow, and grinned at her calling him out before holding his hands up. “Sorry, sorry. Second favorite porn star?” “That’s better.” Rarity turned around, watching his eyes take in the curves of her business suit. She had already undone the top two buttons of her blouse, leaving her sport’s coat on her chair, and now thumbed the hidden zipper in her black skirt that hugged her thighs. She knew she had a perfect, hourglass figure, and the suit complimented it perfectly. “Now, what brings you here, Discord?” Discord placed a hand on his chest as he looked positively aghast. “I’m offended, Rarity! You of all women should be able to appreciate one of your best friends stopping by to say hi. I mean, what other reason do I need for being here?” Rarity crossed her arms, enjoying the joking, even if the fire that was growing between her legs told her to act otherwise. Though, she could also push the girls up a bit like this, and did get a glance out of Discord because of that. “Well, I can think of five others, if not,” pushing up her tits again, “ten, especially since I still have no idea what you do for work.” Discord licked his lips at the teasing, before standing up and bopping Rarity on the nose. “Now, I don’t just hang out with you girls for sex you know. I like some intellectual stimulation, or physical activity even! Now,” his hand going from her nose to resting on one of her breasts, “I will admit that I will never turn these down, but you’re more than these to me.” Rarity smiled, before leaning in and up and pecking him on the cheek. “I know, which is exactly why you get to touch these so freely.” She giggled as he gave both of her girls a squeeze. She remembered back in high school feeling weird about being so free with her body with her friends, but if someone asked her why, she couldn’t say why. In fact, she couldn’t even remember a time when her, or anyone else really, were that afraid of their bodies. And Discord could even say it wasn’t his fault… technically. Rarity spun away from her visitor, swaying her hips from side to side as she made her way back to her desk. “If I may be honest for a moment, I would actually like to get to that part of our fun. I have a new director who seems to think that ninety’s porn dialogue was Shakespeare.” Discord shivered at the thought, before pretending to throw up as he threw his vest to the side. “Wow! If you’ve been having to watch that, well, actually,” he smiled for a moment, “I believe I have a pizza to deli-” He was silenced by a glare that guaranteed only death from the Rarity, who had even stopped working on the buttons to her blouse. “When I took over this company, I swore to not tolerate anything like that. My movies would at least be adequate movies, with porn in them. My bars would be safe for the waitresses and prostitutes that worked them, and any toys or clothes we sold would not only be of high functionality, but quality. This director spits in the face of all of that!” Discord slipped over to her, helping her to slip the blouse off of her shoulders before he began to knead his hands into her shoulders. There was definitely a lot of tension in there, and Rarity let out a groan as he started to work on them. “Rarity, I keep telling you that you need to take a break and get in a movie every now and then. It’ll help you relax.” Rarity groaned again at the mention of her movies. “I wish I could. I usually get paired with some idiot who doesn’t know quite what he’s doing, especially with a lady. Not only that, but the stress of playing to the camera, sticking to the script, and…” She whimpered slightly as Discord dug a few of his fingers into her muscles, causing more than a little pain from the tension being forced out. Discord pushed her towards her desk, where all of her utensils were mysteriously gone, leaving it clear for his intentions. How very convenient. “Come on, Rarity, you’re too stressed out, so let me focus on you today. I wanted to make sure you were doing okay anyways.” Rarity smiled at the gesture, and hopped onto the desk. She forgot a lot of the time that Discord could actually be really sweet. In fact, while he had always been a bit… off, she could remember the sincerity and effort that dripped from him, even when they first met at the beginning of high school. Those were the good old days, even if it didn’t include sex. Or, maybe it was because of the lack of sex. No matter what, she lowered the zipper on her skirt, letting her take it off easily. She dangled it off of one foot, trying to be sexy while her black underwear was on still, but Discord rarely just wanted sexy. Instead, he stuck his head through the skirt, quickly saying, “Boo,” before he rose up, wearing the skirt like a scarf. Discord then pushed her down, staring into her eyes as he firmly stated, “Lay down.” Rarity rolled her eyes at the action, but another push from him convinced her to stay down. He was trying to help after all, and she was just being troublesome towards that end, even if she was trying to tease him in the process. Then again, she thought as Discord began to work on her shoulders, her friend hasn’t really ever been just about the sex. He always said he wanted to check on her when he stopped by, and seemed to truly regret it when she was this stressed. In fact, going further back, she remembered school trips where they all would clearly blue ball him, never give him relief, and he was just happy to have come to the beach with them. Looking at the man who looked so old, but still acted so young, she couldn’t help but smile. If one of her friends didn’t already have him, she might try for marriage with him. On the other hand, it’s not like they didn’t act like they were already. She was reminded of this even further as he started to work on her collarbone, and she didn’t punch him out of the level of pain that coursed through her because of it. Rarity let out a soft coo as his hands drifted lower. She couldn’t remember the last time she got a massage like this, though it had to be a long time for even Discord massaging her breasts to be relieving kinks in her. It may have also just been his unnatural ability to be good at almost everything, though right now she didn’t complain. Nor did she get aroused. Yes, his hands were on her tits, but she could have sworn, unlike literally any guy who ever got to handle her well endowed mounds, he was out not to get her off through them. Instead, his fingers drifted over them, light as a feather, almost tickling them. When they found the spot they were looking for, they pushed down, hard, before they started a small, tight circle. She looked up at Discord, taking in a sharp breath before saying, “You know, this isn’t exactly how you’ll get me in the mood.” Discord blinked a few times, before her squatted behind her. His hands came against the side of her head, his magic checking what he’d already thought. Then, right in her ear, he whispered, “We’ve been doing this for five years. I come, we fuck, you say you’re doing better, but I find you wound like a top the next time I see, and time doesn’t matter. So, let me help you get a good night’s sleep, please.” Rarity glanced up, tears in her eyes, and said the words that made the pull in Discord go away. The thing that made him not his progenitor. “You’re a good friend, you know that, right?” Discord smiled, before leaning in and giving her lips a gentle peck. “Thank you. Now, please, rest.” Rarity did as she was told, closing her eyes as his hands began to trace over her body. He was done with her chest at this point, but not quite with the pain. Now that she treated it more as a massage, rather than foreplay, she found herself able to relax more. His prods and jabs into her stomach and sides were relieving her of the stress she could feel there, melting her muscles so she could relax in the first place. His hands next went to her thighs. They came close to being foreplay again, but Discord was being his oddly serious self again, instead tenderly rubbing her thighs as he worked the muscles. She couldn’t blame him for that of course. Rarity had tried treating his coming like that of a call boy, and he hadn’t deserved that. No, Discord was her friend, and she meant that. She had known him for over eight years of her life, and to treat him almost like a nuisance… A tear came to the edge of Rarity’s eye. He’d had his rough spots, especially early on, but nobody deserved to be treated like that, especially one with as magical hands as his. Discord glanced up as he began to work on her calfs, able to hear her more regular breathing now. A small smile crossed his lips as he continued his work, being careful not to apply too much pressure, because even his magic had its limits when it came to pain. Otherwise, there was no way Rarity could have ever actually relaxed enough to fall asleep. Once he was done, he threw Rarity’s sport’s coat over her, just to make sure she didn’t catch a cold. Looking at the wealthiest woman in the world, underneath a heavy jacket, that he still didn’t know why was called a sport’s coat when it was still so formal, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Then again, if he had his way all the time, she would be like this more often, enjoying her wealth instead of pressuring herself so hard. On the other hand, if she didn’t, it wouldn’t be Rarity. It wouldn’t be his friend. Discord stepped out of the office, tears stinging his eyes as he thought about how different everything had been. Five years, kind of, he was nothing. He had no one, and only the command to destroy. And now? Now, if he was told he’d hurt someone, he would do everything in his power to fix his wrong. If someone asked if he would do it all over again, he would never say yes. Not after five years of memories to go back on. Five years of memories that he constantly slipped in- Year 4Year 4 Fluttershy groaned as she walked into her room at the headquarters. She was always grateful to Rarity for giving her the place, as it was a practical apartment, complete with kitchen, bedroom, and living room. And, to take care of the cum she was almost coated in, a private shower, which was all she cared about right now. Rarity had said it was to make up for how ludicrous her job offer was. Fluttershy: Porn star for the world! Had they still been in high school when Rarity had suggested it, the shy girl would have passed out from the mere suggestion. Nowadays… it was like the first time she’d slept with her friends. Some quiet words of discussion, her seeing how she could help them, and Fluttershy was now the world’s most famous porn star. And she was just happy that she got to help her friend, something she’d always wished she could do. Where she got the confidence or lack of inhibition, she didn’t care. She still wasn’t the sort to sleep with anyone, or flash her tits at Mardi Gra, unless Pinkie needed more beads than she could get on her own. No, if it wasn’t with or for a friend, she was still her shy self. She opened the bathroom door, a grateful sigh escaping her as she saw the large shower. Being not only famous, but willing, had its downsides of course. Old Fluttershy would have never said yes to fifteen guys cumming on her while she did a live Q&A on Twitch, something that she wasn’t sure if she was happy to have done now. Still, Sweetie Belle’s channel did get a huge boost in followers, and that would help the network’s live streaming elements as a whole. Fluttershy blinked a few times before smacking herself lightly on both of her cheeks. She was starting to sound like Rarity at this point. Then again, she was technically a co-founder of the revamped porn company, having been given new life with the odd laws that were passed two years ago. She never liked dealing with the business side of it all, especially since that’s what Rarity prefered dealing with instead of cum in her hair. Fluttershy stayed out of the shower, one of her hands reaching past the closed curtain to turn on the warm water. It didn’t take it long, she knew, but the shock of the cold was never fun, and she was willing to wait to get herself clean. She’d been in this situation, covered in cum and only in a large, company coat, too many times to be in a rush like when she began. As she did slip into the shower, a pleasant hum escaped her lips and her mind went back. She wondered what a younger her would say if she was told what her life became. Spending at least three days on her back, three with animals and friends, and then Tuesday… Fluttershy’s smile grew as she poured some shampoo and body wash into her hands. Tuesday. The day when only one friend came to see her. Despite the hundreds of men she’d been with, Discord was the only one she called her friend. He would come by, usually staying quiet after a few minutes of chit chat. He always knew she needed that day to be by herself, to recharge, and he was only there to talk if she wanted to. Otherwise, he helped with her aches and pains, dealt with her shelter’s paperwork, and made the sandwiches and tea they always shared. One of her hands caressed her breast, the largest natural pair on the planet from what many magazines had confirmed. She never touched herself thinking about her job, and rarely about her friends. But when it came to Discord, who could go from calm to taking her to Six Flags with one sentence, she almost couldn’t help herself. She gripped her heavy bosom, her mind drifting to the first time. She was at home, alone with him. The two were laying down, watching something sweet and gentle while they talked. It was probably the first of many long conversations the two had, and she just poured her heart out to him that night. A few prods, a gentle peck, and then the two went into the bedroom. Fluttershy closed her eyes, letting her hand slip between her thighs as she thought of that night. That first Tuesday night that they promised to always make time for each other on. It was silly, sure, but he was also her best friend, and… She shut her eyes tighter. The one thing she could never be confident about with her friends. The one thing she’d never told him. Why they’d been together that night. And then a hand touched her thigh. Fluttershy’s body tensed for a moment, before some sixth sense told her that it was a friend’s, which even made sense, as they were the only ones who could possibly have a key to her room. She reached over to the side, touching the strong fingers and smiling. “H-hello, Discord.” Discord’s hand brushed some of her hair out of the way, before his lips gently pecked the back of her neck, sending shivers down Fluttershy’s spine. “I’m sorry if I scared you. You know how I like surprises though.” She leaned back, her head resting on one of his shoulders. Discord’s arms came all the way around her, resting in a gentle hug below her breasts. A touch different than whenever he suddenly visited her like this. Not that she minded it at all. “It’s just a little odd to see you today, but you have a key to my room for a reason.” Discord pecked the top of her head, his cock beginning to grind against the small of her back and bringing a blush to her cheeks. She hadn’t found release during that live stream, and she was already primed for Discord, so she was actually pretty happy to have him there. Saying that might make her collapse out of fear of course, but it was nice to think. Discord brushed his hands against the bottom of her large bosom, sending another shiver down her spine. “You know that I don’t like to be normal. In fact, I thought that was part of my charm.” Fluttershy looked up at him, her cheeks becoming increasingly red at his words. “In… In more than one way.” Such as the fact that you have me naked, but seem to just want to hold me… as I always want you to. Discord smiled brighter, before leaning down and pecking her lips. She tried to push herself upwards, but her feelings demanded she stay planted. This was intimate enough, and she didn’t want to give him ideas to reject. “How are you today?” Fluttershy swallowed hard. “Well, um, a little tired. Had a lot of Equestria watching me answer questions while, um, you know, doing my job I guess?” A chuckle came from behind her and Fluttershy’s eyes went straight to the floor. She hated the fact that actually talking about her job was almost impossible for her, especially casually. In fact, Rarity and her had come up with a code system for what she needed to do so that she didn’t keep ripping up every memo she got. The slight brushing against her chest became more as Discord raised his hands a bit higher, bringing them over her breasts. They were soft and gentle, only sinking slightly into the sensitive flesh so that she knew his hands were there, not that she couldn’t have her attention only on them when they were there anyways. He wasn’t rubbing yet, but the tender touch was still enough to stoke her fires. That, or it was the feeling of him prodding her in the back with his slowly hardening cock. Most porn stars wished they had the sort of cock Discord did. Not so big as to hurt, but not so small that it couldn’t reach everywhere. She was just happy that her naked body was still enough to get him hard, despite how often they’d been together. She let out a small moan as two of his fingers began to rub her nippls gently, cricling around the now hard nubs. Her feet now decided that it was fine for her to play back because foreplay was safe, and she went onto the balls of her feet so that her ass could grind against Discord’s hard shaft. She could be perverted, just not romantic. One of Discord’s hands fell away from her chest as he began kneading into her breast. His fingers sank deep into her massive mounds, causing her to moan louder. Her tits were a favorite of everyone’s, and that includes from long before anyone could see them. At one time, it made her hate them, but nowadays she just wished they were perkier like Rarity’s and Applejack’s. On the other hand, Discord said it made them easier to grab and play with, so she didn’t mind too much. Soon she found what his other hand was doing, his fingers brushing her nethers before his cock laid against it. The hard, throbbing member wanted to go against Discord’s stomach, but now her body was in the way, making her shifts and turns grind her soft, pink lips against him. “Oooh, Discord.” Discord chuckled at the soft call, his hips moving a little to continue the teasing as he placed his other hand back on her chest. They both now kneaded into the bosom he had held tight to himself so many times in the past. They were almost as familiar to him as his own cock, but much funner to play with. “I’m sorry if I’m taking too long for you. I’m just trying to enjoy this a little more than usual I guess.” Fluttershy’s heart fluttered at the words, and she slowly placed her hands on top of his, stopping his. “I… I think I’m okay with that.” Discord reversed his grip, now squeezing her hands. For a few moments, the two simply held each other there, before he whispered, “Meet me in the bedroom.” And then, he ran out. Like that, the moment was broken, and Fluttershy hung her head as she realized that it was probably her fault. She should have just let him continue doing his thing, instead of try to betray her caution and reach out for him. She miserably shut off the water, wondering what they might do tonight. Was he in a more playful mood now? That usually happened whenever he zipped off, usually by her prompting. That could mean a half a dozen kinks or so though, and she could just imagine him drawing some of them out long and slowly too. It wasn’t a thought she was much in the mood to entertain right now. When she opened the door to the bedroom, she was caught off guard. While she had stayed naked, Discord hadn’t. In fact, he was the exact opposite, what with him wearing a sharp looking Italian suit, a large cumberband in the front, and a top hat. He looked like he had just stepped out of Victorian England, and it was about the one thing Discord could have surprised her with. He stepped forward with one foot, before folding at the knee on the other. It hit the carpet with a soft thud as he reached into his coat, and Fluttershy’s heart stopped. They weren’t even dating. They were just friends who saw each other every week, sometimes went out on long, private outings that would end with at least a slow kiss, if not a passionate night of them showing the each other how much they cared for them. But they hadn;t been… Discord cleared his throat as he brought out a little black box. “I know our relationship has been an odd one, with lots of surprises and things that would make most take a double take at the simple notion, and I expect for that to continue. But despite all the chaos I’ve brought you, you always smile, hold my hand, and simply enjoy my touch. It isn’t about my skills, or my prowess in bed for you. You simply seem to like me, with my quirky humor, my penchant for surprises, and… everything.” “Since you’ve accepted all that I am, I can’t think of another to say is my world, and who I would put over everyone else. I would even fight that which I am for you, and think it more possible before I think you’ll say yes to…” Discord swallowed hard, but when he tried to speak again, only a hoarse croak escaped his lips. Fluttershy didn’t need to hear another word though. She knew he wouldn’t always be here, or that she wouldn’t even be the only one he shared a bed with after this. Those things didn’t matter to her. What this was was a promise. That no matter what, he would come back to her, and she would never have to fear being with the one man who made her nervous in bed, or make her heart skip a beat just by squeezing her hands. She leaned down, and the two closed their eyes as they shared a long, deep kiss. Their wedding, to everyone’s amazement, would be on next Tuesday, with sandwiches being the main course at the reception. Year 3Rainbow Dash stomped into the locker room, her anger making it very hard not to want to cry. Not that she had any reason to be frustrated or anything. No, everyone just knew that she just wasn’t ‘right for the articles’, or, at least, not like fucking Spitfire! She tore off her shirt, throwing it to the side as she walked to one of the few benches in the room. It’s not like they needed all that many anyways, not when there were so few people on the team anyways. In fact, her handlers emphasised that they treat the lockers as their home. Honestly, Rainbow knew it was just because it made it all the easier to make sure they were all on time to practice. Then again, when you’re an Olympic runner, you spent most of your time training anyways. ”Hey, don’t sweat it Rainbow. You did good in practice, so go enjoy your rest.” Rainbow grit her teeth as her knuckles turned white from gripping into the bench. Maybe she didn’t want to just relax? Maybe, because she was only point two seconds behind Spitfire, some magazines should be covering that, instead of how the first gold medalist with a cup size above B was taking care of them during training! It just made her so tired of it all. Especially with the Olympics this year, more and more reporters came in, and nine out of ten overlooked the rookie just to talk to the vet who wasn’t even that much be- “Need help changing?” “Ah!” Rainbow Dash leapt from the bench, walking on wobbly legs as she looked back to the voice that had whispered in her ear. No one was supposed to even be able to get into the locker room except for athletes and coaches, and not without warning! Then again, as she looked at her friend, she didn’t know why she acted surprised. “What are you doing here?” Discord stepped over the bench, reaching over slowly with one finger and taking a tear drop off of her cheek. One she didn’t even know was there. “Well, I did say it, but I can always just help with anything you had in mind, especially,” lifting the finger in between them, “if it stops these.” Rainbow Dash rubbed her eyes with one of her arms, getting rid of any pesky tears that had escaped during her moment of shock. “I’m fine, just like always. What would make you think otherwise?” Discord leaned against the locker next to her, his fingers intertwined over his stomach as he let out a sigh. “Well, after getting shoved out of my house, I decided to pay my favorite tomboy a visit, and what did I see as I snuck into the training grounds but you almost-” “Don’t call me a tomboy.” It was weak, even for Rainbow Dash, but she didn’t want to hear it. She was in pain and didn’t want to hear that stupid name, even if back in high school, anyone who called her a girly girl got punched. “It’s a stupid label anyway.” “It’s the label all the magazines give you. In fact, Rarity’s article even called you it.” Rainbow Dash looked down at the mention of that article. It was technically the best press she’d gotten. ‘Sexiest Tomboy in Sports.’ Unfortunately, what with Rarity still being the new head of her company, their friendship well known, and the fact that Spitfire, who drank martinis, still called herself one got the media to light her on fire. She glanced up as Discord slipped an arm over her shoulders. His frown reminded her of the fact that anytime any of them got sad, he had a knack to show up and do this sort of thing. How he could help was beyond her though. She just… wasn’t pretty. Not in most guy’s eyes at least. Discord wrapped his other arm around her, pulling Rainbow into a tight hug. For a moment, she pushed against him, her anger flourishing at the gesture, before she couldn’t find the energy to fight it more. It was kind of nice to be held anyways. “Thanks for coming, Discord.” Discord gave her another squeeze, before looking down at her. “I’m sorry I didn’t come by sooner. Or, for that matter, that I never helped you feel pretty either. I know I can be a bit… distracted-” “Yeah, that’s what I’d call staring at Fluttershy’s bikini for five hours.” Both of them managed small smiles at the joke, remembering a trip to the beach in high school where Fluttershy had to borrow one of Rarity’s swimsuits, and the fashionista had tried helping her come out of her shell with it. To say the least, it was a touch immodest. But it was only small, as soon Rainbow Dash’s smile left and she buried her face into Discord’s chest, not wanting to think about her friend’s rather gifted chest or body. Discord sighed as he felt her body begin to gently shake, and highly doubted that it was laughter that caused it. He stroked her vibrant hair, whispering softly, “What is it you want?” Rainbow paused for a moment at the question, considering it. She had just about everything she should want. She was a high pick for the Olympics, was looking at sponsorship deals if Spitfire turned them down, and she was regarded as a prodigy. The only thing she was missing… “I wish I could be the athlete I am, while… still being a girl in everyone’s eyes.” Discord considered the request for a moment, before sitting Rainbow down and letting her go. “Well, why don’t we play a little game then. How do you think you would want to look to be seen as both of those?” Rainbow felt something cut through her gloom, despite not having a clue as to what. But, for the moment, she could be a little cheerful, and maybe even play into her idiot friend’s game. “Well, I’d want to keep my frame. Strong, lean legs, a firm core, though maybe a little stronger to support the double Ds I’d want to rub out anyone’s chances to beat me in chest size as well as athleticism, and… you know what, keep my ass as it is. I know even you can get distracted from time to time by it.” Discord raised his hands, flecks of black and green energy coming away from them as he said, “Guilty as charged, but what about about your back. Wouldn’t tits like those hurt after enough running?” Rainbow giggled at the thought, especially since she could imagine going at a dead sprint with the new additions, and how they could wind up knocking her out. “Well, yeah, but we’re playing a game right now. It’s all a… fantasy, right?” Discord frowned, his magic seeming not to be quite potent enough to cut through this much sadness. On the other hand, as he watched the strings in Rainbow’s white bra get strained, his other spell was working just fine. “I do suppose you’re right, but,” he said with a small snap, “I guess that’s why you mystify so many people.” Rainbow Dash didn’t understand it at first, though it was getting a little hard to think. There was a fog around her, and everything around them looked like it was losing its color. The worst distraction was her chest, as it felt like it was being crushed by something. Maybe if she just took off her- Snap! A wave of green energy burst from the broken binding, returning the world to how it was. The broken bra fell away from two, well sized mounds, but Discord knew they weren’t done. That phase was so people didn’t question her overnight growth. Now, it was his turn to convince her that it was fine. Rainbow blinked at her chest. She could still feel some sort of pressure in them, despite them being at least as large as Spitfire’s now. But, she didn’t have that sort of chest, or at least, that wasn’t what she- “Ah!” Discord’s hands gripped her chest tight, the new nerves fresh and sensitive to his touch and sending a wave of pleasure that shook her whole system. It wasn’t like this was the first time she’d ever been touched, albeit those times were rare, but this felt different. This felt almost magical. “Wh-what’s going-” This time, Discord used his lips to silence her, kissing her deeply as his fingers expertly needed into her chest. At the moment, they were able to fit perfectly in his hands, but he could feel his magic continuing to work, spreading his fingers out so that they fit along the growing mass that closed the space between them. Rainbow could feel it too, though it was a small note alongside the fire that was drenching her work out shorts as she shivered and shook on the bench. She’d heard from her friends that Discord was good, but this? This was almost unbelievable. “St-stop. I’m not allowed to have sex while I’m training.” Discord smiled at the change of subject, his pants already gone so that his cock could grind against her tight pants. He of course knew the rules, but, as he stuck his throbbing member in between her thighs and let it slide against her pussy, he whispered, “Is it sex if I don’t put it in?” Rainbow moaned loudly at the touch, her breasts jiggling with her increased shakes. She didn’t even know how to respond at this point. Discord and her had always been friends, but the two never decided to get physical. She always thought he was too stupid, and he considered her too much fun as just a friend. Hell, she’d even asked if he would do this if she had tits, and he had said no. She took in a shuddering gasp as her hyper sensitive body got prepared to be finished already, but she had to know first. Had to know, “Why are you doing this?” Discord smiled, before he leaned down. The first kiss had been frantic, and just to shut her up. This one, as his hands gripped as much of her bountiful bosom as he could, was much slower. His tongue teased her mouth open, before coiling around Rainbow’s own muscle. He could feel her shuddering beneath him, but she was stubborn, and a kiss would not be enough. Instead, it was him whispering, “Because I wanted to let you know you’re a woman,” that was the final tipping point. It could have been a hundred other things, but Rainbow would say, as stupidly sappy as it was, it was those words. Those words amplified everything her did, and her thighs came as close together as they could as it all flooded out of her. Discord breathed heavily, having joined her in the climax, but trying not to be loud about it. This was for her sake, and, looking at her wet shorts and huge, heaving chest, he had to say that he did a pretty good job. A few magical supports, and no girl in all of time would ever be able to beat her in beauty, bustiness, and skill. Just as it should be for any friend of his. Discord leaned over as he heard her breath begin evening out, and pecked her forehead. She mumbled back, but her mind was already fleeing to the comforts of rest and sleep. If not for the fact that she had such a helpful friend, Spitfire may have found her like this; half naked and cum soaked between her thighs. Instead, Spitfire found her annoyingly busty comrade sleeping in a loose t-shirt and sweats, tired from a long day of training. Just as Discord wanted. Year 1Discord rolled his shoulders, frowning as he tried to loosen up the damned tuxedo that he was wearing. Out of all the traditions that he’d found in this place, this had to be one of the worst. He didn’t even know why he had to wear one. He was pretty sure Rainbow Dash was in shorts for Harmony’s sake! He looked down at the tie in his hands, frowning as he tugged on it again. Just like last time, the back was too long, making the actual tie look pitifully small. He had practiced tying the damn thing for the last week, but now he couldn’t do it for some reason, and he was supposed to be ready soon. A small creak from behind him brought his attention away from the infuriating article of clothing, and instead brought a smile to his lips. One of the grooms’men’ was smiling at the doorway, in her own tuxedo. Of course, for Pinkie, she’d just jumped into a pile of clothes and came out immaculately dressed, including with a tux that complimented her rather flatter chest quite well. She sauntered in, keeping a hand on her hips as she shook her head. “You look ridiculous with that tie on you know.” Discord narrowed his eyes, before beginning to work on getting it undone for the fifth time. He just had to focus a bit harder on it. “I’m not really one for formal attire you know, so you’re lucky to see me in it at all.” Pinkie rolled her eyes, before hopping onto one of the dressers within the dressing room, swinging her short legs as she rested her chin on her hands. “No I’m not, and you know it.” Discord glanced at her, before cursing as he realized he let go of the knot for a moment. “Oh, and for what reason do you have to believe that I should be wearing this?” “The same reason that’s stopping you from just using your magic to fix that tie.” Discord stopped at the words, his eyes slowly drifting towards Pinkie. It was only for a second, but he knew he was already doomed. Nothing got past Pinkie when she was trying to watch someone. “How… How did you know?” Pinkie raised an eyebrow, before leaning back against the wall and grinning. “I’ve ‘known’ you for four years, and you’ve known me for one. Are you really all that surprised that I would notice the changes you made, or how things are more fun around you?” Discord snorted for a moment, amused at her choice of words. “Well you make it out like I just use my powers willy nilly. You don’t think I’m that frivolous, are you?” Pinkie giggled as she hopped down from the dresser, her hands spread out as if in defeat. “I do suppose you might be right. It’s not like they’re the reason why you got red carpet tickets for the movie we all wanted to see, or had an uncle that paid for the cruise we all took after graduation. Or,” she said with a massive grin, “when Fluttershy’s one piece turned into a bikini somehow.” Discord’s cheeks turned a bright red as he flattened out the tie against the desk in front of him, making sure it wasn’t starting to get wrinkly. “I got punched for that last one you know, despite just trying to help our dear little flower blossom a bit.” Pinkie laid her elbows on the table, looking up at him with slightly sad eyes. “Yeah. I wish she didn’t have to be so afraid about her body too.” For a moment, Discord was quiet, before he set the tie down and leaned against the wall. “Okay, why are you here? I thought it might be just to tease me, but I’m starting to guess that that’s not quite true.” The pink girl was silent for a few moments, before she tried to take on a very poor Italian accent. “Well, I thought with this being a wedding, and you being so powerful, I might-” She stopped as Discord placed a finger over her lips. He leaned in close to her, her eyes centimeters from Pinkie’s. “If I was just my progenitor, I might appreciate that, but I am not. I can see how afraid you are. How nervous. You’re never nervous.” Pinkie looked down, swinging one of her legs lazily before she sighed. “With everything going on, I finally wanted to talk to you about this, because you’re moving forward, but… The rest of the world isn’t.” Discord blinked, confused by what she could mean. Sure, his life would be interesting after all of this, but the rest of the world wasn’t his issue, or hers for that matter. Why would she even try to worry about something so big? “Look, I don’t do that stuff. Adding chaos to the world… That’s not my style. I just want to help my friends, and that’s it.” Pinkie bit into her cheek, before standing back up and putting her hands on her hips. “And do you think that having people be open is chaotic? Do you think a world that would actually compliment and respect Fluttershy for her body, or not judge Rainbow for being mostly a lesbian, is chaotic?” Discord opened his mouth, before pausing. His mind went back to all the times he saw Fluttershy run away from showing herself, including the bikini incident, and how Rainbow Dash had only recently come out to all of them that Discord was maybe the one guy she’d consider fucking, and that was only because of how good friends they were. To be able to get rid of all that… “What is it you want, exactly? What do you wish for?” Pinkie swallowed hard, staring at him, before nodding. “I want an open world. A world that doesn’t fear other’s sexualities, and embrace their own. I wish for a world where we can all love each other.” Discord breathed in, snapping his fingers, despite the fact that he knew that, like always, he was gonna get punched for breaking her rules. This was something he would do on the day of his wedding. “Now, help me with my tie, because if I’m late getting out there, I’ll be dead before I say “‘I do’.” Pinkie smiled, grabbing his tie casually, before her hands became a blur. However she tied his tie made no sense to him, and her tightening it led to his eyes bulging out of his skull. When she was done though, it was perfect, just like his. Pinkie patted his chest, smiling still. “Thank you, Discord. I know I could have chosen a better time, but-” Discord placed a finger on Pinkie’s lips, smiling himself. “Hey, it’s just one more thing that will make this day better, so why would I have said no?” Pinkie nodded, before the two walked out of the changing room, and into the church courtyard waiting for them. Author's Note Everything shall be explained on the 23rd. Year 0-5Discord turned the corner, spotting the fragment of Equestrian magic that he had felt before. It was that bacon haired girl. The one who had bumped into him. The one that Harmony had shown him. The one he needed. He raised on hand, snapping as he caused the lights in the hallway to begin flickering. The girl let out a small curse as she looked up at the ceiling, before at him. A deep scowl crossed her face, and she spat, “What do you want, new kid? Didn’t I warn you about crossing paths with me?” Discord shook his head, waving his hand in front of him. He could see more about her. A student of Celestia who had seeked more. A mare who was blind to friendship, just like he had been only moments. “Sunset, you’re a smart mare. Do you really think I’m just some new kid?” Sunset stopped for a few moments, before closing her locker and placing her hands on her hips. “Do you think you scare me? Do you think you can scare me?” Discord took in a deep breath, before his eyes opened wide. His essence felt the strain of what he did, but for the first time, he was happy for the pain. It meant progress, effort, there was reason behind it. And that reason would lead to the chaos needed for happiness. “I think you’re already scared. The ground shook as he stepped forward, green and purple energy flowing from his hands and eyes. The ground cracked underneath his magic, before the walls parted, showing an illusion of chaotic space beyond. He could never actually create such a dimension, but she had no way of knowing that. Sunset stepped back, her eyes wide as she stared at him. “What… what are you?” Discord stepped forward, forcing her back with each step. Closer and closer she came, using all he could to show her the path he had found. Fear and pain to show her how alone she was. “I am a shard of chaos, sent here to destroy this world, and use its power. Much like what you wanted to do, but without the need of trinkets.” Sunset looked to her sides, before her hands curled into fists. Her body shook for a few moments, before she bent her knees and raised her fists. Despite how tough she was trying to look though, he could see the tears in her eyes. “D-don’t think I’ll just give up on my plans!” Discord lifted hand, watching her flinch as he snapped. Instead of ripping her asunder though, he made his illusions fall, his power rising within him as he put it back. He would need all power that he could get for his plan though. “I don’t expect you to simply give up on your plans for free. Instead, I wish to offer you a deal. One that will have both of our goals end here. Or,” he said with small smile, “three years ago to be more precise.” Sunset’s body still twitched and fidgeted, not willing to put it’s only weapons down as she listened to him. She glanced to the side again, before hanging her head down, and whispering, “W-what do you want?” Discord flew forward, becoming a brown blur before his hand grabbed her head. And then, Sunset saw a picture of the five girls she had ripped apart to begin her reign. They were good friends, but a few creative lies and numbers she had gotten from her now ex-boyfriend had broken them apart, and she could see the picture beginning to fade And then, it stopped. It began to reverse on itself, just before all the color was gone. The picture wasn’t the same this time though. Now it had two new members in it. One who was whistling while causing Rainbow to start falling over, and the other standing tall beside Fluttershy. It was Discord and her, and the sight filled her with an odd warmth. “This can be your history. This can be our history. Neither one of us wants to hurt anyone. We want recognition, to feel like we belong, and we’ve been blinded by what we believe is right. Do you truly feel like you belong by hurting others. “I… I…” she couldn’t respond, trying to blink back the tears that now came down her face. Another photo came up, with Pinkie trudging along in the gymnasium as she worked on a party. When it did as the first though, Rarity, Discord, Pinkie, and her were all there, with Rarity covered in glitter from a party cannon misfire. The memory made her giggle, and the tears came down harder. “If I go much further, I won’t have the power to stop the changes. To reverse them to what they were before. You’ll be stuck with these friends, with me, and with no desire to hurt others. Are you okay with that?” Sunset didn’t respond to his voice, but instead stepped forward, walking towards another picture as it came. It was already fading back into existence, showing her with Rainbow and Applejack, laughing at a stupid lamp that Discord had made for the silent auction. It didn’t sell well, and she remembered smacking him for being an idiot. At least, before he pulled out one that was shaped like her and Celestia, holding each other. Then came Fluttershy showing her how to take care of the animals at the shelter, with Discord getting thumped on the head by Angel while he took care of others. He was a natural with animals, but probably only because he was still in spirit one. It was after that Discord showed her that he could offer her back through the portal. She let her tears fall openly, stepping across the threshold of no return as Discord let her see Celestia, even if it meant that he had to sit on the statue for three days, doing nothing else than keeping the portal open so she could come back. Of course, she had rewarded him with a deep kiss for that. And then the cruise! It was still one of her greatest memories, especially the beach party on the last day. In the light of tiki torches and the moon, Discord had gotten onto one knee for her. Two outcasts, two people who had always felt different then others, like they weren’t enough, and now they could make up for each other’s weaknesses, and make each other whole. The wedding that had come afterwards was definitely proof of it. Seeing him in that tuxedo, swearing to follow her words and make her feel like the princess she always deserved to be had made her happier than any words of praise or power she’d gotten before. It didn’t stop him from getting punished for using magic on their special day. Married life was interesting of course. Discord tried to be faithful at first, but he was a mess because of it. Any outing with friends caused him to start tweaking out by the end, constrained by the jokes he no longer could make. Luckily, he finally broke down when he sent him to hang out with Applejack, and he’d fondled her tits. She could still see how devastated he was by it when his face had almost fallen off upon seeing her. Of course, Sunset was almost as crafty as him, and it was all to her plan. He was adventurous, and she wanted to be close to her friends too. Only their friends though. If she ever found him with some no name slut like Trixie, his balls were going to be gone about five seconds before she was. It did work out of course. Discord loved her, and it was in part his desire to be friends with the others, while chaotic with his loins, that led to his desires. It didn’t help that the world begun to change because of the spell he cast on their wedding day. She could still remember how awkward of a day it was for everyone when public nudity was allowed. Let’s just say that it’s not for everyone, and there were some who everyone wished it wasn’t for. Not that the Olympics turned back to being in the nude, even with how smoking hot Rainbow was after her wish with Discord. Actually, it took another week for Sunset to be able to taste that hot bod with giant tits, and Discord got punished again for not letting her join in on that. Of course, it was all in good fun, and she was privileged enough to remember that flat chested Rainbow had ever existed. Just like she’d been privileged to steal Discord’s heart before the one that she had always feared he wanted took it first. She stopped at the two pictures for that. One of her and Discord sitting in their bedroom, holding their hands, before the next showed Fluttershy and her holding hands. Hearing Fluttershy say yes like she did that night told her the other woman’s feelings were genuine, and it meant the world to her that Fluttershy had a big enough heart to let her stay, as she’d been ready to lose Discord. And now she opened her eyes one last time. Her and Fluttershy were standing in front of a nice house in the woods. The trees reached high, making sure no one would be spying on them anytime soon, but they were also just a nice touch to the natural setting. She was in a t-shirt and jeans, just as she almost always been. They were boring, sure, but she thought of them as comfortable, and when you’re husband gives you the ability to change your shirt at will, you could have some awesome jokes on it. Besides, it was tight on her chest, and could make anyone blush when she really wanted to flaunt it. Fluttershy wasn’t the same, not on her days off. The difference between porn star Fluttershy and her as a mother made her seem like two different people. One that could dress as a whore, or in nothing, and one that wore long sundresses that muted her looks, except for the fact that she was simply beautiful. She stepped closer to the other mare, wrapping an arm around her waist as she smiled. They both looked out to the car that was coming down the road, their hearts telling them who it was. Well, that, and the same stupid lamp from high school being his hood ornament. When Sunset really thought about it, while it had hurt a year ago, it made sense. The two of them reflected his sides, just like that stupid ornament. Enough peacefulness and desire to help that it could stay up and be practical, just like Fluttershy was. Where as she was wild, her own person, as chaotic as they could come, but with a good enough heart not to hurt others. For a moment, tears stinged the edges of her eyes, and a well of sadness seemed to spring from nowhere. There was no reason for it. What she was think were happy thoughts. Thoughts that made her heart race. But they also reminded her of a part that she felt distant from. For a moment, she saw her standing in front of her. The one who was angry, the one that wanted to conquer. She had left Equestria for a reason after all. She wasn’t a good person. Her head lowered as she tried to shake the thoughts. She wasn’t that person anymore. She was good, kind, helped those around her. The mean witch was gone, even if she couldn’t actually remember why it had ever left. What had changed her life. It seemed so important, so rough, but it wouldn’t come! “Sunset, are you okay?” She looked up, staring at the green eyes that looked down at her. The green eyes that had always helped her. Always pushed her to do more, and be the best she could be. And, for one moment, she remembered what had happened the first year she had arrived at Canterlot High. How she was so scared for those first few days, but she wasn’t smart about the portal. She knew it could take her away, far away, to a place where she could be strong. But when she came back to it, wanting back in Celestia’s arms after four days, she found it closed. And, like then, she felt hands on her shoulders, those green eyes, and a warmth in her chest that told her it would be okay. She reached up, sliding her hand onto Discord’s cheek as she smiled. “I am. Just remembering on all you’ve given me.” Discord grinned. “Well, if my gifts make you cry, I’ll stop.” Sunset shook her head playfully smacking his cheek before she turned away, not wanting to let him see the giant smile that his jokes always gave her, and the gift he had promised to her since the day they had met. Author's Note I hope you all enjoyed the story, despite it's somewhat odd mechanic for the storytelling. If you're in the giving mood, I have both a patreon, and a donations box, open for you to help support my work. Though, the finishing of this story did leave a hole in my commissions schedule, so if you want to snatch that up, check out my rules and rates here. Year 2Discord opened one of his eyes as he heard something fall down beside him. He raised an eyebrow as a smile formed on his lips. He couldn’t actually see the other person, but the simple, button up shirt that hugged two large mounds in his sight did tell him who it was. “Well, howdy partner. How are you?” Applejack rolled her eyes at the slight jab, before rolling onto her side and looking at Discord. Out of all of her friends, she was probably the one who got along with the chaotic man the least. Not that they weren’t friends, but when you were as focused on the rules as her, a troublemaker like him wasn’t always fun. “Just been thinking. You?” Discord shrugged as best as he could from how he was sitting. “Been pretty good. Enjoying the sun and what not. Don’t get to often enough in my opinion.” Applejack smirked a little, knowing better than to believe he was just laying about. “You were planning on paying me a visit, weren’t you?” Discord raised his hands. “Guilty. Honestly, I wanted to stay in, maybe work on parts of my house, but noooo, apparently I can’t be trusted.” “That’s some good sense if I’ve heard it.” This finally got Discord to laugh, in which Applejack joined in. It was halfhearted at best, and, before Discord was done, she was gasping and placing a hand on her chest. Discord glanced over, stopping his own chortling to place a hand on his friend’s arm. “Whoa there, cowgirl. What’s wrong?” Applejack was silent for a few moments, before turning back onto her back. “Like I said, I’ve been thinking. Thinking about this past year. How the dress code at school got taken away, so now my sister is exposed to all sorts of clothes, how laws were passed to legalize all sorts of love… Even I can tell that the world has been changing.” Discord nodded, knowing the feeling. Though, he also knew what had caused said changes. “Yeah, but I’ve seen little Bloomers, and I wouldn’t say she’s been corrupted or anything. Would you?” Applejack bit into her lip, tapping her stomach with one hand as she looked at the sky. He was right of course. Girls like her and her friends never had been interested in dressing in a manner that people might think is distasteful. “Yes, but it just has me thinking about what this is leading to. Where does a farm girl lie in a world that’s a bit more… open? Especially one wanting to leave a legacy like those who came before her?” Discord finally sat up, staring at Applejack for a few moments before reaching over and squeezing her hand. “And what makes you think I can help? I’m not exactly country myself.” Applejack looked at him, not bothering to get up as she sighed. “Because… Weird things seem to happen around you. Not bad things, but… interesting, and I was hoping some of that might help you answer my questions.” A small shake of his head was his answer, but Discord also had another thing to reply to her fears. “I can’t help with those things, but I’m going to guess that your greatest wish is to make sure you can leave that silly legacy you’re talking about?” Applejack scowled as she turned away. She should have known better than to confide into him. “Never mind. Just… leave me be.” Snap. Discord placed a hand on her shoulder, getting her attention back to him as his magic slowly washed into her body, and began to slide through the ground to reach other members of her family. “Now, now, I never said I didn’t care. I just wanted to make sure, as the answer I have may be a bit… unorthodox for you, even if it’s perfect for the new age we’re going into.” Applejack felt a wave of heat run through her body, but she didn’t pay it much mind. Not when he had her attention like this. She took a breath, feeling a tightness in her chest before she whispered, “What did you have in mind?” Discord grinned wider as he extended a hand and brought two of his fingers together. He then flicked her on the nipple as he whispered, “Natural milk.” Applejack’s eyes widened, before smacking Discord back to the ground. “Are you insane? You have to be pregnant for that!” Discord blinked a few times as he got back his bearings. In hindsight, this probably wasn’t his smartest way to tackle this. Still, he could recover. “No, no you don’t. Or, at least, I’ll show you that you don’t, just like any Apple woman. Promise.” Applejack glared at him, her arms folded underneath her chest as she now stood over him. “And why should I believe you?” Discord thought about it for a moment, before sticking his tongue out and saying, “Because, worst case scenario is that I get to grab your bare tits, and you get to pound my balls into dust.” Applejack’s eyes flared with anger for a moment, before her shoulders slumped and she shook her head. “You know what? Fuck it. Fine. What do I need to do?” Discord seemingly floated back up, grinning at her as he patted her chest, much to Applejack’s annoyance. “Why, just take off your shirt and bra. What else would you need to do?” The farmgirl put her hands on her hips as she raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, maybe something like dance for you, do a hundred jumps, chant about how great you are?” Discord placed a hand on his chest as he scoffed. “Ah, you wound me! Do you really think so little of me? I mean, I only snuck a camera into the girl’s locker room once. I could have done it a lot more.” Applejack shut her eyes as she rubbed her temples, all too aware of the day that he had a camera in the changing room of their schools. In fact, it was one of the moments that made her think he had special powers, as no one could figure out how he had placed it there. But, whether or not he did, she would soon follow out, though she doubted he would confirm it. Then again, she thought as she started undoing the buttons to her shirt, she didn’t know if she wanted him to confess. The surprise was fun enough whenever he might, and confirmation might make him use his powers too much. Then again, it was also a ludicrous thought that she shouldn’t even be entertaining. Which, of course, made her pause as she reached back towards the clasp on her bra. Was she really going to let him see her breasts, let alone grab them? Applejack knew he wasn’t actually a bad guy, but… She let out a soft sigh as she undid the clasp and let the large bra fall. It immediately felt pretty good, just to let her girls breathe freely in the air, rather than their normal state of constriction. And, with how the world was going, she doubted that such an action would even be considered special. “So, there you go. What now?” Discord slid around her, licking his lips at his friend’s chest. Despite his perversions, he hadn’t ever seen them so… perfectly. Now he could appreciate their girth, the large areolas, and, best of all, her cute little freckles that dotted her chest. “Well, I did say that I got to not only see them, but-” He worked fast, knowing that he either produced product, or he would feel the weight of her boot on places he would rather not. Luckily, his magic made it all the easier to give her the treasure she was looking for. Just a firm grip, and a forward push, like you were milking a cow, and her cream spurted out freely into the air. Applejack huffed as he let go, her legs shaking as she stared at the white stain on the ground. She could see it seeping into the soil, like any other liquid, but she had seen it for long enough that there was no doubt in her mind. She was lactating. In fact, she was doing it in such a quantity that she could feel small rivulets run down her chest. She turned on her heel, trying to snatch Discord’s collar, but instead missed as he backpedaled. Her fist stayed in the air as Applejack hissed out, “What the fuck did you do to me?” Discord swallowed hard, his hands up as he realized his in general mistake. Applejack was an old school girl, and anything sexily done to her would probably be rebuffed, let alone something like this. “L-look, it’s not as bad as you probably think. You just make milk, and, well, with the new acceptance that everyone has, who wouldn’t want it?” “Oh yeah, because I’ll just let myself be milked enough to meet demand. That sounds fantastic!” Discord swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes up, as looking down, he feared, might lead to boot to balls time. “Well, I mean, maybe you should check a family member and see if they-” He stopped, Applejack’s face now inches from his. “You did this to the rest of my family too?” Discord swallowed hard, and sighed, his shoulders slumped, but one hand raised, ready to snap. “If you really hate it, if you really think I’m wrong, then say it. I thought this might be a fun way for you to go into the new age is all. I mean, it could even make any morning arousal you have productive. But, if it is as bad as you think, then say it.” “Of course…” Applejack raised a hand, before stopping. Discord looked legitimately sad. This wasn’t him trying to dodge the problem he had caused, or even deny it. Instead, he was just trying to make things right, so long as she was sure. And… he wasn’t wrong. Just the one push had been enough to put her in a state of high arousal, even if her concern had made it almost immediately vanish. On top of that, as embarrassing as it was, Applejack could see it being nice that anytime she wanted to enjoy some ‘alone time’, she could make something for the rest of her family. Or, for that matter, anyone in her family. She lowered her hand, crossing her arms under chest and feeling the slightest sloshing of her chest. Yeah, she knew what she needed to know before she made a decision. “So, how much like cows are we? Will it become painful? Will we leak? Will it make us unable to do our jobs?” Discord couldn’t help but smile at the questions. Of course Applejack would be all business. “First, after maybe a week, sure. The liquid does need to go somewhere, but the human body can work around it a lot better than a cow’s, and your own hands can do it if you don’t need a partner. As for leakage,” he said as he cautiously flicked her nipple. A drop came out, but, otherwise, nothing. “There will be some after you drain yourself, but it should be fine otherwise. I am trying to give you a boon afterall.” “And, as for work,” he stopped to gesture to a tree, “why don’t you see for yourself?” Applejack paused for a moment, before striding past Discord. At this point, she wasn’t even focused on his touch, or the fact that she was bare chested in front of him. She was only concerned about this. She rubbed a hand over the tree in front of her. It was one of the ones that hadn’t been cleared this year, and she could see a fresh apple in the trees. If it didn’t bother her abilities, she should be able to knock it down, and only it. She brought her leg back, before slamming it into the side. Thud...thud. Discord paled as he saw the second apple fall to the ground before he shut his eyes. He could already feel the pain coming, as he knew how perfect Applejack’s control was, and he had thrown it off. It was as good as a death sentence for him and his treasures. And then, two strong arms wrapped around him. Discord blinked a few times, especially surprised about how close she was, her breasts firmly against his chest, before he wrapped his arms around her tentatively. “So, you’re not… mad?” Applejack shook her head as she let out a sigh. “You didn’t lie to me. People nowadays would probably love breast milk, and this… this will make it from a brand they can trust. It’s stupid, perverted, but… Times are changing, and I can’t just be stingy when a great opportunity presents itself.” Discord let out a sigh of relief as the two stepped away from each other, before he frowned. “But… it threw you off. Isn’t that a problem?” Applejack slipped her arms behind her back, stretching out so as to shove her chest forward. Maybe others were right about being free-er, as watching Discord’s eyes bulge was quite enjoyable. And, from what had happened before, maybe, just maybe, she would let him help her get out some ‘product’ while she got something from him too. But, that was for another time, as he was definitely not being rewarded that much today, and Applejack quickly dismissed the embarrassing idea. Instead, she shook her chest, giggling as Discord’s pupils tracked them. “It’s the addition of any additional weight to me. The fact that I was almost as good is remarkable. I thought you were smart enough to know that.” Discord merely grinned as Applejack did too, before the two glanced at the sound of clapping. Both of them blushed to be caught by the third party, despite how well both knew the person standing there, smiling at the two and applauding their little show. Just as she did with most of Discord’s actions.
Year 0Year 0 Pain. That was the first thing the being knew. And not just some normal stiffness or ache, but a tearing, ripping, searing pain. It was a warning, something telling the being that what it was was wrong, that it shouldn’t be becoming anything. And yet, it had conscious, and was indeed being made. It flexed one of its appendages, trying to grab at something that would let it get away from the pain, before a lance of multicolored light stabbed through its hand. It tried to scream, but that part of it hadn’t formed yet, still left in smoke that was the roiling mass it came from. Looking to the mass for help, he instead saw a crooked smile. “Ah, good, I’d hoped you’d arrive now.” The being cocks what it hopes is its head, before a fun little thought comes to mind, and it instead shakes its foot in response. The smile laughs at the action, before some of the pain recedes. That causes the smile to scowl though, and the pain doubles, somehow. “Now, now, even if you’re being cute, you must leave me. Otherwise, we shall not have the fun we both desire.” The being lets out a small squeak as it begins to cope with the pain, despite any normal sort of creature normally having gone into cardiac arrest from the pain by now. The squeak was confirmation of his ability to speak though, and the being looked at the smile, before croaking out, “Why?” “Why the pain? Trust me when I say I wish it wasn’t a part of this. Then again, some discomfort should be expected when one rips a part of their very soul from themselves.” The being blinked for a few moments, before he looked to the wispy claw that was forming on one of its appendages. The voice and mouth did beckon to him, calling him to join them, even as he was still pushed away. It was all too possible… “Instead of trying to prove this of course, why don’t I just incentivise you? You’ll have plenty of my powers, as I barely even use a fraction when trying to take over this country, and it has magic. So, why don’t you take those powers, and make this world more… fun? More chaotic?” An image of a mirror appeared in the young creature’s mind, before a school also appeared. Its own mind then warped the image to be made of gingerbread, and the weird beings in front of it skating on cream filling. It smiled, while the floating mouth laughed. “That’s my incarnation!” The creature looked to its progenitor, narrowing its eyes, before smiling. Its mind was beginning to form properly, and it could piece together what the being was that it stared back at, and thus, what he was. “May I go?” The mouth turned into a hand, and the new draconequus slipped out of the ethereal mass that was its primordial being. It had no place there anyways, having been ripped apart from it. All so he could spread the lovely art of chaos. And he left just in time, escaping through a final crack in the stone that encased, well, him, and the new Discord smiled. He then winced, looking to his hand. While the rest of the essence was brown and black, his hand, the one that had reached out, flared with a dash of yellow for some reason, and he felt bad for his ‘father’s’ tomb, wishing he could help him out. Discord couldn’t sit around though, and clenched his hand into a fist, quelling the odd light, before he seeped into the ground, and began to move. He wished he could be a milk spewing dragon, or a mare hot enough to make every stallion in Equestria pass out, but he didn’t have much time. He was weak here, not being whole, nor having the level of magic that his former self did. He was new and could feel the immense presence of Harmony pushing down on him, and that was before it truly noticed him. When it did that, he bet he would have about three seconds due to his own magical power, but even that was iffy. Fortunately, he didn’t need to test this as he slipped into Canterlot Castle, gliding over the tiles, unnoticed by any of the guards. Now he moved by instinct, letting the image of that mirror guide him. He was tempted to go elsewhere, to maybe try to take one last jab at Celestia, but another flare from his paw, purple this time, stopped him. He scowled at it for a moment, before deciding that he would spare the princess the hassle this time, since he was such a nice guy. He then shot straight down. His magic had finally actually located the damned thing, and it was deep. Past the hidden caves, and even past the dungeons. Instead, it was in a cave all by itself. Looking around, Discord couldn’t help but feel giddy. There were no doors, no ways in or out, but just a large room to hide the one mirror. And yet, he still found it. Discord sneaked closer to it, not bothering with a physical form yet, and examined the magics on it. The artifact had to be almost as old as him, as it radiated with enchantments he hadn’t ever seen before, nor thought could be created by ponies. But it was still here, and it would lead him to where he wanted. He moved forward, gliding towards the reflective, clear glass, and braced himself for the teleportation. Just as he found out that he should have braced for impact, his paw glowed blue this time. His eyes turned back towards Ponyville, his resolve growing now. These were his orders, and to fail so quickly would betray his creator, and ruin his fun. Both of which he could not stand for. Discord held out his wispy claw to the mirror, a violent, green light coming out of it and flooding into the mirror. The moment he unleashed his magic though, he felt harmony react, finding him in an instant. This only doubled his efforts as he saw the hole in the middle of the mirror begin to grow. Three. The searing pain began to come back at the magical exertion. He knew he currently channeled more magic than even his progenitor normally did, and the stress of his prompt obliteration didn’t help with the stress he was under. Two. Discord hit his knees, his vision beginning to blur as he tried to keep his focus up. He knew it wasn’t going fast enough though. He didn’t know enough about the seals on the mirror, and his normal way of forcing it to change just wasn’t working. One. Discord shut his eyes, begging the mirror to open, but also bracing for whatever force was coming for him. And then, he found himself pushed, stumbling through the mirror, and being sent far away. Meanwhile, in the room, a shimmering being of rainbow light smiled, satisfied that it had helped the being on its quest for harmony, and heading back towards its home. Not that Discord would know about this, nor thank it for the help, even as he crashed onto the lawn before Canterlot High. His body was in pain, the transformation between worlds being rough on his still malformed being. He raised a hand, a pink light faintly in his sight as he looked to the deathly pale appendage. Looking down over the rest of himself, in light brown khakis, white, button up shirt, and black vest, he couldn’t help but chuckle. If anypony from Equestria saw him like this, they would probably think he looked absurd. Though, there was a part of him that liked the look. It seemed… fitting. He slowly got up, his vision turning black for a moment as his insides continued to form back into whatever this new race called organs. His legs were surprisingly firm, but he blamed that on never having really walked in the first place. That, or maybe he was just gifted, something promptly refuted as he swung his fist, and promptly threw himself to the ground with that. Once he was more stable, he began to walk towards the school before him, and assessed the situation. He could indeed still feel his powers entirely intact within himself, rolling around like a storm, begging to be released on this world. He did agree with it, as he could also taste the lack of magic in the air, but something held him back, told him to look around. How he put it was that he wanted to know what was normal here, so he could better break that mold, instead of some part of him that was calming the storm within him. That was just insane. He gently pushed against the front door, the whole prospect of walking in general, let alone on toothpicks, still being something he was only just coming to grips with. Admittedly, he wasn’t disappointed for his efforts, as the foyer looked pretty nice. Good, tall staircases, large trophy display… yeah, he could like it here as his capital. Better yet, there was something about the building itself. It radiated off an energy akin to that of a layline, and Discord briefly wondered if he would find this being a nexus of some sort. He promptly pushed the idea to the side, realizing that he wouldn’t have come here if it didn’t attract magic and power. Otherwise, it would probably be kind of dull. What also wasn’t dull was the first actual noise he heard in the new world, with new ears. Sure, Discord had heard things like the wind, or the small scraping of the improperly set door into the foyer, but this was anything else. It was a harsh ringing that pounded in his skull, and made him question if any of this was worth it if all he would keep getting is pain. The immediate answer from the universe appeared to be no, as he saw doors in every corridor around him fly open, and students begin to come out. Their voices were loud, and blared with the chatter of teenagers. While yes, chaotic, the rush of bodies that also came at him was not very appreciated, and he couldn’t bring his magic to bear fast enough to stop the oncoming stampede. At first, he was just tossed around, his shoulder and body getting bumped out of the way f students heading for their next destination. At least, until one person lined up perfectly to crash headlong into him. He felt something soft against his chest for a moment, before the pain of the collision came to the forefront, and he fell back, crashing down upon the tile. His arms came up reflexively to protect himself, but while the students hadn’t cared about a standing target, they were at least aware enough not to run him over. Still, he didn’t dare move until the clatter of boots was gone. And then he was greeted by a harsh, demeaning voice yelling, “Watch where you’re going, idiot!” Discord looked to the owner of the voice and saw a yellow girl picking herself up. She wore a leather jacket, a short, purple skirt, and nice, long boots to go with her legs. Of course, her large bosom was the most eye catching part of her, with them even having a nice jiggle as she straightened out. Or, they should have been. Discord winced again as he looked at the twin colored sun that was on her shirt. For most, it was just fabric, but to him, it flared like the sun it was, branding her as the Equestrian she was. That didn’t make sense though, as the mirror had been locked away, and why would an Equestrian even be here? The girl turned to him, before rolling her eyes. “What are you, new?” Discord bit his lip, trying to think of a good lie, before one of his eyes flashed orange, and the other purple. It even came with a voice whispering to him, “This could be your chance to be her friend.” He scowled internally at the whisper, even though the action made his chest hurt. Sure, friends were nice, and could comfort you when you’re in pain, but he is the mighty spirit of chaos. He didn’t need friends… Discord shook his head briefly, before looking at the girl, and nodding. “Yeah, I’m new, and I could probably use some help figuring out where I should go.” She rolled her eyes, before muttering under her breath about not having time for this. Those hard eyes then turned to him, before she pointed down the hallway. “Well, right now it’s lunchtime, and you can find someone to guide you there. As for me, if you run into me like that again, you’ll regret it. I run this school, and anyone who questions it gets crushed.” Discord frowned at that, waiting for her to leave first though, as he didn’t want to be caught up in her rage. Not that he really wanted to care. She was just some bratty Equestrian, so while interesting as she didn’t belong here, and shouldn’t be so mad, and probably needed someone to hold her and let her get that anger out of her… “What the hell am I thinking?” With another scowl, Discord began walking down the corridor he had been led towards. He probably shouldn’t, not at this point, as all the stupid school had done for him so far was make his life miserable. More pain, confusing thoughts, and all for the idea of stirring up better chaos? He was the spirit of chaos! No one did chaos better than him! Opening the door to the cafeteria, he heard a voice ask, “Are you sure?” He didn’t know where it came from, as no one talked to him. He was simply standing in the doorway, looking upon a throng of people yelling, screaming, running about and being… chaotic. He shook his head, the purple in his irises growing stronger as he thought more and more. He’d seen some comforting those they were with, probably after the injured idiot had done something stupid. After all he’d been through though, he’d be happy to be that idiot. To just have someone to hug him, and tell him he was okay. That the pain would stop. “You won’t get that with your current plan though.” Discord grabbed the sides of his head, snarling as he backed his way out of the cafeteria. He was doing what he always did. He would cause chaos, change this world into a giant theater for him, and then…. And then… “Please Discord, you’ve done this long enough. You aren’t even that which you call yourself, but a part of him that he is forcing to do this. Do you really want to be like him? Alone, using his powers for momentary pleasure, but never having another to share it with? You don’t have to be like that, and I can help.” Discord continued to breath hard, his forehead against a locker. He didn’t say anything, not that that stopped the voice in his head. It showed him the forms of the element bearers from this world in his mind. Talked to him about how they were separated, in pain and should be with one another. How a good shove from an outside force could make them like the person that did so, and that they were the best friends one could ask for. All he had to do was listen to the scrap of harmony in him. The admission to what the voice was made him smile, even as tears stung the edges of his eyes. He wasn’t supposed to listen to Harmony. He was the spirit of chaos. He was... He wasn’t. Discord was. He was a scrap of chaos, far away from his home, alone and afraid, and he wanted more than that. He wanted friends. The voice in his head showed him a set of scenes, all caused by one person in the school, the one person he’d met. And, thinking about all the ways he could fix those scenes, and be there for those girls… It made him smile, before he snapped his fingers, and disappeared.
Year 5Year 5 Rarity groaned as she turned the television off in her office. She was going to have to fix this, and quick, or else her new director was going to get the boot, and hard. After two whole movies that she couldn’t sell though, she didn’t even know if she wanted to bother trying to save the idiot’s career. In fact, she hadn’t destroyed anyone’s career in a while… She shook her head and reached into her desk. A few, fine tipped pens, three pencils, and a few sheets of paper were soon spaced out neatly onto her desk, and she nodded at the materials. Rarity was busy, no doubt about that. She refused to be some sort of laid back CEO who never did anything with her company, but that also meant that her own passions had to be set to the side. At least, until she had so much of a headache that she wasn’t willing to keep caring. Then she could work on her designs, maybe even get a bit of sewing done. Besides, she was good enough that everything she made became a best selling item. She slowly began to leaf through the papers, checking the designs and dismissing a few doodles for another day, until she got to one. It was for a beautiful, black corset she had been designing the other day, meant to be easier to get out of for those that were less experienced with the constricting fabrics. Yes, it would do quite nicely. She began to figure out the design a bit more, her pencils flying over the paper, when her phone rang. Rarity stopped on a dime, not daring to risk screwing up the design because of something as stupid as her phone. Instead, she had her pencil hover over the paper, clenched so tightly that she threatened to break the pencil she held. Her other hand moved over, clicking a button on her phone so as to let her secretary speak to her. “Yes, Coco?” “I’m sorry if I’m interrupting you, ma’am, but Discord is here, and you know he never likes making appointments.” Rarity’s left hand loosened up at hearing her friend’s voice, and she took in a deep breath as a wide smile crossed her lips. While yes, it was good to design things when she was annoyed, Discord usually did a good job as an alternative as well. Of course, to use him was impossible. If he wanted to help her, it would be of his own volition. She pressed the button again, before saying, “Please, let him up. I’m happy to take him now.” The response back came from the cocky, silly voice she had expected, and she smiled as she heard, “That sounds dirty. Aren’t you above that, Miss Rarity?” Rarity shook her head as she leaned back in her chair. He knew damn well she wasn’t, not with the company she ran. Of course, she still had her suspicions that he was a large part of why she had the company she did. How she had randomly been left this by an uncle she never knew she’d had. Would she have wanted it some other way? To not have had the uncle? She bit into her lip as she looked out her window, and over the now large town that she grown up in. She’d made it the headquarters of her business about two years ago. Not that it was too costly, not compared to the insane levels of profits they’d raked in while she was in charge. Then again, that’s what she supposed happened when one wished to rule the biggest industry in the world. “So, how is my favorite porn star today?” Rarity looked over her shoulder at the well dressed man that stood in her doorway. His outfit was a fine, italian suit, as was usual for him, along with a white goatee, and messy brown hair. It wasn’t fitting with the rest of his look, but if he didn’t wear it like that, Rarity would have thought something was wrong. Discord watched as Rarity raised an eyebrow, and grinned at her calling him out before holding his hands up. “Sorry, sorry. Second favorite porn star?” “That’s better.” Rarity turned around, watching his eyes take in the curves of her business suit. She had already undone the top two buttons of her blouse, leaving her sport’s coat on her chair, and now thumbed the hidden zipper in her black skirt that hugged her thighs. She knew she had a perfect, hourglass figure, and the suit complimented it perfectly. “Now, what brings you here, Discord?” Discord placed a hand on his chest as he looked positively aghast. “I’m offended, Rarity! You of all women should be able to appreciate one of your best friends stopping by to say hi. I mean, what other reason do I need for being here?” Rarity crossed her arms, enjoying the joking, even if the fire that was growing between her legs told her to act otherwise. Though, she could also push the girls up a bit like this, and did get a glance out of Discord because of that. “Well, I can think of five others, if not,” pushing up her tits again, “ten, especially since I still have no idea what you do for work.” Discord licked his lips at the teasing, before standing up and bopping Rarity on the nose. “Now, I don’t just hang out with you girls for sex you know. I like some intellectual stimulation, or physical activity even! Now,” his hand going from her nose to resting on one of her breasts, “I will admit that I will never turn these down, but you’re more than these to me.” Rarity smiled, before leaning in and up and pecking him on the cheek. “I know, which is exactly why you get to touch these so freely.” She giggled as he gave both of her girls a squeeze. She remembered back in high school feeling weird about being so free with her body with her friends, but if someone asked her why, she couldn’t say why. In fact, she couldn’t even remember a time when her, or anyone else really, were that afraid of their bodies. And Discord could even say it wasn’t his fault… technically. Rarity spun away from her visitor, swaying her hips from side to side as she made her way back to her desk. “If I may be honest for a moment, I would actually like to get to that part of our fun. I have a new director who seems to think that ninety’s porn dialogue was Shakespeare.” Discord shivered at the thought, before pretending to throw up as he threw his vest to the side. “Wow! If you’ve been having to watch that, well, actually,” he smiled for a moment, “I believe I have a pizza to deli-” He was silenced by a glare that guaranteed only death from the Rarity, who had even stopped working on the buttons to her blouse. “When I took over this company, I swore to not tolerate anything like that. My movies would at least be adequate movies, with porn in them. My bars would be safe for the waitresses and prostitutes that worked them, and any toys or clothes we sold would not only be of high functionality, but quality. This director spits in the face of all of that!” Discord slipped over to her, helping her to slip the blouse off of her shoulders before he began to knead his hands into her shoulders. There was definitely a lot of tension in there, and Rarity let out a groan as he started to work on them. “Rarity, I keep telling you that you need to take a break and get in a movie every now and then. It’ll help you relax.” Rarity groaned again at the mention of her movies. “I wish I could. I usually get paired with some idiot who doesn’t know quite what he’s doing, especially with a lady. Not only that, but the stress of playing to the camera, sticking to the script, and…” She whimpered slightly as Discord dug a few of his fingers into her muscles, causing more than a little pain from the tension being forced out. Discord pushed her towards her desk, where all of her utensils were mysteriously gone, leaving it clear for his intentions. How very convenient. “Come on, Rarity, you’re too stressed out, so let me focus on you today. I wanted to make sure you were doing okay anyways.” Rarity smiled at the gesture, and hopped onto the desk. She forgot a lot of the time that Discord could actually be really sweet. In fact, while he had always been a bit… off, she could remember the sincerity and effort that dripped from him, even when they first met at the beginning of high school. Those were the good old days, even if it didn’t include sex. Or, maybe it was because of the lack of sex. No matter what, she lowered the zipper on her skirt, letting her take it off easily. She dangled it off of one foot, trying to be sexy while her black underwear was on still, but Discord rarely just wanted sexy. Instead, he stuck his head through the skirt, quickly saying, “Boo,” before he rose up, wearing the skirt like a scarf. Discord then pushed her down, staring into her eyes as he firmly stated, “Lay down.” Rarity rolled her eyes at the action, but another push from him convinced her to stay down. He was trying to help after all, and she was just being troublesome towards that end, even if she was trying to tease him in the process. Then again, she thought as Discord began to work on her shoulders, her friend hasn’t really ever been just about the sex. He always said he wanted to check on her when he stopped by, and seemed to truly regret it when she was this stressed. In fact, going further back, she remembered school trips where they all would clearly blue ball him, never give him relief, and he was just happy to have come to the beach with them. Looking at the man who looked so old, but still acted so young, she couldn’t help but smile. If one of her friends didn’t already have him, she might try for marriage with him. On the other hand, it’s not like they didn’t act like they were already. She was reminded of this even further as he started to work on her collarbone, and she didn’t punch him out of the level of pain that coursed through her because of it. Rarity let out a soft coo as his hands drifted lower. She couldn’t remember the last time she got a massage like this, though it had to be a long time for even Discord massaging her breasts to be relieving kinks in her. It may have also just been his unnatural ability to be good at almost everything, though right now she didn’t complain. Nor did she get aroused. Yes, his hands were on her tits, but she could have sworn, unlike literally any guy who ever got to handle her well endowed mounds, he was out not to get her off through them. Instead, his fingers drifted over them, light as a feather, almost tickling them. When they found the spot they were looking for, they pushed down, hard, before they started a small, tight circle. She looked up at Discord, taking in a sharp breath before saying, “You know, this isn’t exactly how you’ll get me in the mood.” Discord blinked a few times, before her squatted behind her. His hands came against the side of her head, his magic checking what he’d already thought. Then, right in her ear, he whispered, “We’ve been doing this for five years. I come, we fuck, you say you’re doing better, but I find you wound like a top the next time I see, and time doesn’t matter. So, let me help you get a good night’s sleep, please.” Rarity glanced up, tears in her eyes, and said the words that made the pull in Discord go away. The thing that made him not his progenitor. “You’re a good friend, you know that, right?” Discord smiled, before leaning in and giving her lips a gentle peck. “Thank you. Now, please, rest.” Rarity did as she was told, closing her eyes as his hands began to trace over her body. He was done with her chest at this point, but not quite with the pain. Now that she treated it more as a massage, rather than foreplay, she found herself able to relax more. His prods and jabs into her stomach and sides were relieving her of the stress she could feel there, melting her muscles so she could relax in the first place. His hands next went to her thighs. They came close to being foreplay again, but Discord was being his oddly serious self again, instead tenderly rubbing her thighs as he worked the muscles. She couldn’t blame him for that of course. Rarity had tried treating his coming like that of a call boy, and he hadn’t deserved that. No, Discord was her friend, and she meant that. She had known him for over eight years of her life, and to treat him almost like a nuisance… A tear came to the edge of Rarity’s eye. He’d had his rough spots, especially early on, but nobody deserved to be treated like that, especially one with as magical hands as his. Discord glanced up as he began to work on her calfs, able to hear her more regular breathing now. A small smile crossed his lips as he continued his work, being careful not to apply too much pressure, because even his magic had its limits when it came to pain. Otherwise, there was no way Rarity could have ever actually relaxed enough to fall asleep. Once he was done, he threw Rarity’s sport’s coat over her, just to make sure she didn’t catch a cold. Looking at the wealthiest woman in the world, underneath a heavy jacket, that he still didn’t know why was called a sport’s coat when it was still so formal, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Then again, if he had his way all the time, she would be like this more often, enjoying her wealth instead of pressuring herself so hard. On the other hand, if she didn’t, it wouldn’t be Rarity. It wouldn’t be his friend. Discord stepped out of the office, tears stinging his eyes as he thought about how different everything had been. Five years, kind of, he was nothing. He had no one, and only the command to destroy. And now? Now, if he was told he’d hurt someone, he would do everything in his power to fix his wrong. If someone asked if he would do it all over again, he would never say yes. Not after five years of memories to go back on. Five years of memories that he constantly slipped in-
Year 4Year 4 Fluttershy groaned as she walked into her room at the headquarters. She was always grateful to Rarity for giving her the place, as it was a practical apartment, complete with kitchen, bedroom, and living room. And, to take care of the cum she was almost coated in, a private shower, which was all she cared about right now. Rarity had said it was to make up for how ludicrous her job offer was. Fluttershy: Porn star for the world! Had they still been in high school when Rarity had suggested it, the shy girl would have passed out from the mere suggestion. Nowadays… it was like the first time she’d slept with her friends. Some quiet words of discussion, her seeing how she could help them, and Fluttershy was now the world’s most famous porn star. And she was just happy that she got to help her friend, something she’d always wished she could do. Where she got the confidence or lack of inhibition, she didn’t care. She still wasn’t the sort to sleep with anyone, or flash her tits at Mardi Gra, unless Pinkie needed more beads than she could get on her own. No, if it wasn’t with or for a friend, she was still her shy self. She opened the bathroom door, a grateful sigh escaping her as she saw the large shower. Being not only famous, but willing, had its downsides of course. Old Fluttershy would have never said yes to fifteen guys cumming on her while she did a live Q&A on Twitch, something that she wasn’t sure if she was happy to have done now. Still, Sweetie Belle’s channel did get a huge boost in followers, and that would help the network’s live streaming elements as a whole. Fluttershy blinked a few times before smacking herself lightly on both of her cheeks. She was starting to sound like Rarity at this point. Then again, she was technically a co-founder of the revamped porn company, having been given new life with the odd laws that were passed two years ago. She never liked dealing with the business side of it all, especially since that’s what Rarity prefered dealing with instead of cum in her hair. Fluttershy stayed out of the shower, one of her hands reaching past the closed curtain to turn on the warm water. It didn’t take it long, she knew, but the shock of the cold was never fun, and she was willing to wait to get herself clean. She’d been in this situation, covered in cum and only in a large, company coat, too many times to be in a rush like when she began. As she did slip into the shower, a pleasant hum escaped her lips and her mind went back. She wondered what a younger her would say if she was told what her life became. Spending at least three days on her back, three with animals and friends, and then Tuesday… Fluttershy’s smile grew as she poured some shampoo and body wash into her hands. Tuesday. The day when only one friend came to see her. Despite the hundreds of men she’d been with, Discord was the only one she called her friend. He would come by, usually staying quiet after a few minutes of chit chat. He always knew she needed that day to be by herself, to recharge, and he was only there to talk if she wanted to. Otherwise, he helped with her aches and pains, dealt with her shelter’s paperwork, and made the sandwiches and tea they always shared. One of her hands caressed her breast, the largest natural pair on the planet from what many magazines had confirmed. She never touched herself thinking about her job, and rarely about her friends. But when it came to Discord, who could go from calm to taking her to Six Flags with one sentence, she almost couldn’t help herself. She gripped her heavy bosom, her mind drifting to the first time. She was at home, alone with him. The two were laying down, watching something sweet and gentle while they talked. It was probably the first of many long conversations the two had, and she just poured her heart out to him that night. A few prods, a gentle peck, and then the two went into the bedroom. Fluttershy closed her eyes, letting her hand slip between her thighs as she thought of that night. That first Tuesday night that they promised to always make time for each other on. It was silly, sure, but he was also her best friend, and… She shut her eyes tighter. The one thing she could never be confident about with her friends. The one thing she’d never told him. Why they’d been together that night. And then a hand touched her thigh. Fluttershy’s body tensed for a moment, before some sixth sense told her that it was a friend’s, which even made sense, as they were the only ones who could possibly have a key to her room. She reached over to the side, touching the strong fingers and smiling. “H-hello, Discord.” Discord’s hand brushed some of her hair out of the way, before his lips gently pecked the back of her neck, sending shivers down Fluttershy’s spine. “I’m sorry if I scared you. You know how I like surprises though.” She leaned back, her head resting on one of his shoulders. Discord’s arms came all the way around her, resting in a gentle hug below her breasts. A touch different than whenever he suddenly visited her like this. Not that she minded it at all. “It’s just a little odd to see you today, but you have a key to my room for a reason.” Discord pecked the top of her head, his cock beginning to grind against the small of her back and bringing a blush to her cheeks. She hadn’t found release during that live stream, and she was already primed for Discord, so she was actually pretty happy to have him there. Saying that might make her collapse out of fear of course, but it was nice to think. Discord brushed his hands against the bottom of her large bosom, sending another shiver down her spine. “You know that I don’t like to be normal. In fact, I thought that was part of my charm.” Fluttershy looked up at him, her cheeks becoming increasingly red at his words. “In… In more than one way.” Such as the fact that you have me naked, but seem to just want to hold me… as I always want you to. Discord smiled brighter, before leaning down and pecking her lips. She tried to push herself upwards, but her feelings demanded she stay planted. This was intimate enough, and she didn’t want to give him ideas to reject. “How are you today?” Fluttershy swallowed hard. “Well, um, a little tired. Had a lot of Equestria watching me answer questions while, um, you know, doing my job I guess?” A chuckle came from behind her and Fluttershy’s eyes went straight to the floor. She hated the fact that actually talking about her job was almost impossible for her, especially casually. In fact, Rarity and her had come up with a code system for what she needed to do so that she didn’t keep ripping up every memo she got. The slight brushing against her chest became more as Discord raised his hands a bit higher, bringing them over her breasts. They were soft and gentle, only sinking slightly into the sensitive flesh so that she knew his hands were there, not that she couldn’t have her attention only on them when they were there anyways. He wasn’t rubbing yet, but the tender touch was still enough to stoke her fires. That, or it was the feeling of him prodding her in the back with his slowly hardening cock. Most porn stars wished they had the sort of cock Discord did. Not so big as to hurt, but not so small that it couldn’t reach everywhere. She was just happy that her naked body was still enough to get him hard, despite how often they’d been together. She let out a small moan as two of his fingers began to rub her nippls gently, cricling around the now hard nubs. Her feet now decided that it was fine for her to play back because foreplay was safe, and she went onto the balls of her feet so that her ass could grind against Discord’s hard shaft. She could be perverted, just not romantic. One of Discord’s hands fell away from her chest as he began kneading into her breast. His fingers sank deep into her massive mounds, causing her to moan louder. Her tits were a favorite of everyone’s, and that includes from long before anyone could see them. At one time, it made her hate them, but nowadays she just wished they were perkier like Rarity’s and Applejack’s. On the other hand, Discord said it made them easier to grab and play with, so she didn’t mind too much. Soon she found what his other hand was doing, his fingers brushing her nethers before his cock laid against it. The hard, throbbing member wanted to go against Discord’s stomach, but now her body was in the way, making her shifts and turns grind her soft, pink lips against him. “Oooh, Discord.” Discord chuckled at the soft call, his hips moving a little to continue the teasing as he placed his other hand back on her chest. They both now kneaded into the bosom he had held tight to himself so many times in the past. They were almost as familiar to him as his own cock, but much funner to play with. “I’m sorry if I’m taking too long for you. I’m just trying to enjoy this a little more than usual I guess.” Fluttershy’s heart fluttered at the words, and she slowly placed her hands on top of his, stopping his. “I… I think I’m okay with that.” Discord reversed his grip, now squeezing her hands. For a few moments, the two simply held each other there, before he whispered, “Meet me in the bedroom.” And then, he ran out. Like that, the moment was broken, and Fluttershy hung her head as she realized that it was probably her fault. She should have just let him continue doing his thing, instead of try to betray her caution and reach out for him. She miserably shut off the water, wondering what they might do tonight. Was he in a more playful mood now? That usually happened whenever he zipped off, usually by her prompting. That could mean a half a dozen kinks or so though, and she could just imagine him drawing some of them out long and slowly too. It wasn’t a thought she was much in the mood to entertain right now. When she opened the door to the bedroom, she was caught off guard. While she had stayed naked, Discord hadn’t. In fact, he was the exact opposite, what with him wearing a sharp looking Italian suit, a large cumberband in the front, and a top hat. He looked like he had just stepped out of Victorian England, and it was about the one thing Discord could have surprised her with. He stepped forward with one foot, before folding at the knee on the other. It hit the carpet with a soft thud as he reached into his coat, and Fluttershy’s heart stopped. They weren’t even dating. They were just friends who saw each other every week, sometimes went out on long, private outings that would end with at least a slow kiss, if not a passionate night of them showing the each other how much they cared for them. But they hadn;t been… Discord cleared his throat as he brought out a little black box. “I know our relationship has been an odd one, with lots of surprises and things that would make most take a double take at the simple notion, and I expect for that to continue. But despite all the chaos I’ve brought you, you always smile, hold my hand, and simply enjoy my touch. It isn’t about my skills, or my prowess in bed for you. You simply seem to like me, with my quirky humor, my penchant for surprises, and… everything.” “Since you’ve accepted all that I am, I can’t think of another to say is my world, and who I would put over everyone else. I would even fight that which I am for you, and think it more possible before I think you’ll say yes to…” Discord swallowed hard, but when he tried to speak again, only a hoarse croak escaped his lips. Fluttershy didn’t need to hear another word though. She knew he wouldn’t always be here, or that she wouldn’t even be the only one he shared a bed with after this. Those things didn’t matter to her. What this was was a promise. That no matter what, he would come back to her, and she would never have to fear being with the one man who made her nervous in bed, or make her heart skip a beat just by squeezing her hands. She leaned down, and the two closed their eyes as they shared a long, deep kiss. Their wedding, to everyone’s amazement, would be on next Tuesday, with sandwiches being the main course at the reception.
Year 3Rainbow Dash stomped into the locker room, her anger making it very hard not to want to cry. Not that she had any reason to be frustrated or anything. No, everyone just knew that she just wasn’t ‘right for the articles’, or, at least, not like fucking Spitfire! She tore off her shirt, throwing it to the side as she walked to one of the few benches in the room. It’s not like they needed all that many anyways, not when there were so few people on the team anyways. In fact, her handlers emphasised that they treat the lockers as their home. Honestly, Rainbow knew it was just because it made it all the easier to make sure they were all on time to practice. Then again, when you’re an Olympic runner, you spent most of your time training anyways. ”Hey, don’t sweat it Rainbow. You did good in practice, so go enjoy your rest.” Rainbow grit her teeth as her knuckles turned white from gripping into the bench. Maybe she didn’t want to just relax? Maybe, because she was only point two seconds behind Spitfire, some magazines should be covering that, instead of how the first gold medalist with a cup size above B was taking care of them during training! It just made her so tired of it all. Especially with the Olympics this year, more and more reporters came in, and nine out of ten overlooked the rookie just to talk to the vet who wasn’t even that much be- “Need help changing?” “Ah!” Rainbow Dash leapt from the bench, walking on wobbly legs as she looked back to the voice that had whispered in her ear. No one was supposed to even be able to get into the locker room except for athletes and coaches, and not without warning! Then again, as she looked at her friend, she didn’t know why she acted surprised. “What are you doing here?” Discord stepped over the bench, reaching over slowly with one finger and taking a tear drop off of her cheek. One she didn’t even know was there. “Well, I did say it, but I can always just help with anything you had in mind, especially,” lifting the finger in between them, “if it stops these.” Rainbow Dash rubbed her eyes with one of her arms, getting rid of any pesky tears that had escaped during her moment of shock. “I’m fine, just like always. What would make you think otherwise?” Discord leaned against the locker next to her, his fingers intertwined over his stomach as he let out a sigh. “Well, after getting shoved out of my house, I decided to pay my favorite tomboy a visit, and what did I see as I snuck into the training grounds but you almost-” “Don’t call me a tomboy.” It was weak, even for Rainbow Dash, but she didn’t want to hear it. She was in pain and didn’t want to hear that stupid name, even if back in high school, anyone who called her a girly girl got punched. “It’s a stupid label anyway.” “It’s the label all the magazines give you. In fact, Rarity’s article even called you it.” Rainbow Dash looked down at the mention of that article. It was technically the best press she’d gotten. ‘Sexiest Tomboy in Sports.’ Unfortunately, what with Rarity still being the new head of her company, their friendship well known, and the fact that Spitfire, who drank martinis, still called herself one got the media to light her on fire. She glanced up as Discord slipped an arm over her shoulders. His frown reminded her of the fact that anytime any of them got sad, he had a knack to show up and do this sort of thing. How he could help was beyond her though. She just… wasn’t pretty. Not in most guy’s eyes at least. Discord wrapped his other arm around her, pulling Rainbow into a tight hug. For a moment, she pushed against him, her anger flourishing at the gesture, before she couldn’t find the energy to fight it more. It was kind of nice to be held anyways. “Thanks for coming, Discord.” Discord gave her another squeeze, before looking down at her. “I’m sorry I didn’t come by sooner. Or, for that matter, that I never helped you feel pretty either. I know I can be a bit… distracted-” “Yeah, that’s what I’d call staring at Fluttershy’s bikini for five hours.” Both of them managed small smiles at the joke, remembering a trip to the beach in high school where Fluttershy had to borrow one of Rarity’s swimsuits, and the fashionista had tried helping her come out of her shell with it. To say the least, it was a touch immodest. But it was only small, as soon Rainbow Dash’s smile left and she buried her face into Discord’s chest, not wanting to think about her friend’s rather gifted chest or body. Discord sighed as he felt her body begin to gently shake, and highly doubted that it was laughter that caused it. He stroked her vibrant hair, whispering softly, “What is it you want?” Rainbow paused for a moment at the question, considering it. She had just about everything she should want. She was a high pick for the Olympics, was looking at sponsorship deals if Spitfire turned them down, and she was regarded as a prodigy. The only thing she was missing… “I wish I could be the athlete I am, while… still being a girl in everyone’s eyes.” Discord considered the request for a moment, before sitting Rainbow down and letting her go. “Well, why don’t we play a little game then. How do you think you would want to look to be seen as both of those?” Rainbow felt something cut through her gloom, despite not having a clue as to what. But, for the moment, she could be a little cheerful, and maybe even play into her idiot friend’s game. “Well, I’d want to keep my frame. Strong, lean legs, a firm core, though maybe a little stronger to support the double Ds I’d want to rub out anyone’s chances to beat me in chest size as well as athleticism, and… you know what, keep my ass as it is. I know even you can get distracted from time to time by it.” Discord raised his hands, flecks of black and green energy coming away from them as he said, “Guilty as charged, but what about about your back. Wouldn’t tits like those hurt after enough running?” Rainbow giggled at the thought, especially since she could imagine going at a dead sprint with the new additions, and how they could wind up knocking her out. “Well, yeah, but we’re playing a game right now. It’s all a… fantasy, right?” Discord frowned, his magic seeming not to be quite potent enough to cut through this much sadness. On the other hand, as he watched the strings in Rainbow’s white bra get strained, his other spell was working just fine. “I do suppose you’re right, but,” he said with a small snap, “I guess that’s why you mystify so many people.” Rainbow Dash didn’t understand it at first, though it was getting a little hard to think. There was a fog around her, and everything around them looked like it was losing its color. The worst distraction was her chest, as it felt like it was being crushed by something. Maybe if she just took off her- Snap! A wave of green energy burst from the broken binding, returning the world to how it was. The broken bra fell away from two, well sized mounds, but Discord knew they weren’t done. That phase was so people didn’t question her overnight growth. Now, it was his turn to convince her that it was fine. Rainbow blinked at her chest. She could still feel some sort of pressure in them, despite them being at least as large as Spitfire’s now. But, she didn’t have that sort of chest, or at least, that wasn’t what she- “Ah!” Discord’s hands gripped her chest tight, the new nerves fresh and sensitive to his touch and sending a wave of pleasure that shook her whole system. It wasn’t like this was the first time she’d ever been touched, albeit those times were rare, but this felt different. This felt almost magical. “Wh-what’s going-” This time, Discord used his lips to silence her, kissing her deeply as his fingers expertly needed into her chest. At the moment, they were able to fit perfectly in his hands, but he could feel his magic continuing to work, spreading his fingers out so that they fit along the growing mass that closed the space between them. Rainbow could feel it too, though it was a small note alongside the fire that was drenching her work out shorts as she shivered and shook on the bench. She’d heard from her friends that Discord was good, but this? This was almost unbelievable. “St-stop. I’m not allowed to have sex while I’m training.” Discord smiled at the change of subject, his pants already gone so that his cock could grind against her tight pants. He of course knew the rules, but, as he stuck his throbbing member in between her thighs and let it slide against her pussy, he whispered, “Is it sex if I don’t put it in?” Rainbow moaned loudly at the touch, her breasts jiggling with her increased shakes. She didn’t even know how to respond at this point. Discord and her had always been friends, but the two never decided to get physical. She always thought he was too stupid, and he considered her too much fun as just a friend. Hell, she’d even asked if he would do this if she had tits, and he had said no. She took in a shuddering gasp as her hyper sensitive body got prepared to be finished already, but she had to know first. Had to know, “Why are you doing this?” Discord smiled, before he leaned down. The first kiss had been frantic, and just to shut her up. This one, as his hands gripped as much of her bountiful bosom as he could, was much slower. His tongue teased her mouth open, before coiling around Rainbow’s own muscle. He could feel her shuddering beneath him, but she was stubborn, and a kiss would not be enough. Instead, it was him whispering, “Because I wanted to let you know you’re a woman,” that was the final tipping point. It could have been a hundred other things, but Rainbow would say, as stupidly sappy as it was, it was those words. Those words amplified everything her did, and her thighs came as close together as they could as it all flooded out of her. Discord breathed heavily, having joined her in the climax, but trying not to be loud about it. This was for her sake, and, looking at her wet shorts and huge, heaving chest, he had to say that he did a pretty good job. A few magical supports, and no girl in all of time would ever be able to beat her in beauty, bustiness, and skill. Just as it should be for any friend of his. Discord leaned over as he heard her breath begin evening out, and pecked her forehead. She mumbled back, but her mind was already fleeing to the comforts of rest and sleep. If not for the fact that she had such a helpful friend, Spitfire may have found her like this; half naked and cum soaked between her thighs. Instead, Spitfire found her annoyingly busty comrade sleeping in a loose t-shirt and sweats, tired from a long day of training. Just as Discord wanted.
Year 1Discord rolled his shoulders, frowning as he tried to loosen up the damned tuxedo that he was wearing. Out of all the traditions that he’d found in this place, this had to be one of the worst. He didn’t even know why he had to wear one. He was pretty sure Rainbow Dash was in shorts for Harmony’s sake! He looked down at the tie in his hands, frowning as he tugged on it again. Just like last time, the back was too long, making the actual tie look pitifully small. He had practiced tying the damn thing for the last week, but now he couldn’t do it for some reason, and he was supposed to be ready soon. A small creak from behind him brought his attention away from the infuriating article of clothing, and instead brought a smile to his lips. One of the grooms’men’ was smiling at the doorway, in her own tuxedo. Of course, for Pinkie, she’d just jumped into a pile of clothes and came out immaculately dressed, including with a tux that complimented her rather flatter chest quite well. She sauntered in, keeping a hand on her hips as she shook her head. “You look ridiculous with that tie on you know.” Discord narrowed his eyes, before beginning to work on getting it undone for the fifth time. He just had to focus a bit harder on it. “I’m not really one for formal attire you know, so you’re lucky to see me in it at all.” Pinkie rolled her eyes, before hopping onto one of the dressers within the dressing room, swinging her short legs as she rested her chin on her hands. “No I’m not, and you know it.” Discord glanced at her, before cursing as he realized he let go of the knot for a moment. “Oh, and for what reason do you have to believe that I should be wearing this?” “The same reason that’s stopping you from just using your magic to fix that tie.” Discord stopped at the words, his eyes slowly drifting towards Pinkie. It was only for a second, but he knew he was already doomed. Nothing got past Pinkie when she was trying to watch someone. “How… How did you know?” Pinkie raised an eyebrow, before leaning back against the wall and grinning. “I’ve ‘known’ you for four years, and you’ve known me for one. Are you really all that surprised that I would notice the changes you made, or how things are more fun around you?” Discord snorted for a moment, amused at her choice of words. “Well you make it out like I just use my powers willy nilly. You don’t think I’m that frivolous, are you?” Pinkie giggled as she hopped down from the dresser, her hands spread out as if in defeat. “I do suppose you might be right. It’s not like they’re the reason why you got red carpet tickets for the movie we all wanted to see, or had an uncle that paid for the cruise we all took after graduation. Or,” she said with a massive grin, “when Fluttershy’s one piece turned into a bikini somehow.” Discord’s cheeks turned a bright red as he flattened out the tie against the desk in front of him, making sure it wasn’t starting to get wrinkly. “I got punched for that last one you know, despite just trying to help our dear little flower blossom a bit.” Pinkie laid her elbows on the table, looking up at him with slightly sad eyes. “Yeah. I wish she didn’t have to be so afraid about her body too.” For a moment, Discord was quiet, before he set the tie down and leaned against the wall. “Okay, why are you here? I thought it might be just to tease me, but I’m starting to guess that that’s not quite true.” The pink girl was silent for a few moments, before she tried to take on a very poor Italian accent. “Well, I thought with this being a wedding, and you being so powerful, I might-” She stopped as Discord placed a finger over her lips. He leaned in close to her, her eyes centimeters from Pinkie’s. “If I was just my progenitor, I might appreciate that, but I am not. I can see how afraid you are. How nervous. You’re never nervous.” Pinkie looked down, swinging one of her legs lazily before she sighed. “With everything going on, I finally wanted to talk to you about this, because you’re moving forward, but… The rest of the world isn’t.” Discord blinked, confused by what she could mean. Sure, his life would be interesting after all of this, but the rest of the world wasn’t his issue, or hers for that matter. Why would she even try to worry about something so big? “Look, I don’t do that stuff. Adding chaos to the world… That’s not my style. I just want to help my friends, and that’s it.” Pinkie bit into her cheek, before standing back up and putting her hands on her hips. “And do you think that having people be open is chaotic? Do you think a world that would actually compliment and respect Fluttershy for her body, or not judge Rainbow for being mostly a lesbian, is chaotic?” Discord opened his mouth, before pausing. His mind went back to all the times he saw Fluttershy run away from showing herself, including the bikini incident, and how Rainbow Dash had only recently come out to all of them that Discord was maybe the one guy she’d consider fucking, and that was only because of how good friends they were. To be able to get rid of all that… “What is it you want, exactly? What do you wish for?” Pinkie swallowed hard, staring at him, before nodding. “I want an open world. A world that doesn’t fear other’s sexualities, and embrace their own. I wish for a world where we can all love each other.” Discord breathed in, snapping his fingers, despite the fact that he knew that, like always, he was gonna get punched for breaking her rules. This was something he would do on the day of his wedding. “Now, help me with my tie, because if I’m late getting out there, I’ll be dead before I say “‘I do’.” Pinkie smiled, grabbing his tie casually, before her hands became a blur. However she tied his tie made no sense to him, and her tightening it led to his eyes bulging out of his skull. When she was done though, it was perfect, just like his. Pinkie patted his chest, smiling still. “Thank you, Discord. I know I could have chosen a better time, but-” Discord placed a finger on Pinkie’s lips, smiling himself. “Hey, it’s just one more thing that will make this day better, so why would I have said no?” Pinkie nodded, before the two walked out of the changing room, and into the church courtyard waiting for them. Author's Note Everything shall be explained on the 23rd.
Year 0-5Discord turned the corner, spotting the fragment of Equestrian magic that he had felt before. It was that bacon haired girl. The one who had bumped into him. The one that Harmony had shown him. The one he needed. He raised on hand, snapping as he caused the lights in the hallway to begin flickering. The girl let out a small curse as she looked up at the ceiling, before at him. A deep scowl crossed her face, and she spat, “What do you want, new kid? Didn’t I warn you about crossing paths with me?” Discord shook his head, waving his hand in front of him. He could see more about her. A student of Celestia who had seeked more. A mare who was blind to friendship, just like he had been only moments. “Sunset, you’re a smart mare. Do you really think I’m just some new kid?” Sunset stopped for a few moments, before closing her locker and placing her hands on her hips. “Do you think you scare me? Do you think you can scare me?” Discord took in a deep breath, before his eyes opened wide. His essence felt the strain of what he did, but for the first time, he was happy for the pain. It meant progress, effort, there was reason behind it. And that reason would lead to the chaos needed for happiness. “I think you’re already scared. The ground shook as he stepped forward, green and purple energy flowing from his hands and eyes. The ground cracked underneath his magic, before the walls parted, showing an illusion of chaotic space beyond. He could never actually create such a dimension, but she had no way of knowing that. Sunset stepped back, her eyes wide as she stared at him. “What… what are you?” Discord stepped forward, forcing her back with each step. Closer and closer she came, using all he could to show her the path he had found. Fear and pain to show her how alone she was. “I am a shard of chaos, sent here to destroy this world, and use its power. Much like what you wanted to do, but without the need of trinkets.” Sunset looked to her sides, before her hands curled into fists. Her body shook for a few moments, before she bent her knees and raised her fists. Despite how tough she was trying to look though, he could see the tears in her eyes. “D-don’t think I’ll just give up on my plans!” Discord lifted hand, watching her flinch as he snapped. Instead of ripping her asunder though, he made his illusions fall, his power rising within him as he put it back. He would need all power that he could get for his plan though. “I don’t expect you to simply give up on your plans for free. Instead, I wish to offer you a deal. One that will have both of our goals end here. Or,” he said with small smile, “three years ago to be more precise.” Sunset’s body still twitched and fidgeted, not willing to put it’s only weapons down as she listened to him. She glanced to the side again, before hanging her head down, and whispering, “W-what do you want?” Discord flew forward, becoming a brown blur before his hand grabbed her head. And then, Sunset saw a picture of the five girls she had ripped apart to begin her reign. They were good friends, but a few creative lies and numbers she had gotten from her now ex-boyfriend had broken them apart, and she could see the picture beginning to fade And then, it stopped. It began to reverse on itself, just before all the color was gone. The picture wasn’t the same this time though. Now it had two new members in it. One who was whistling while causing Rainbow to start falling over, and the other standing tall beside Fluttershy. It was Discord and her, and the sight filled her with an odd warmth. “This can be your history. This can be our history. Neither one of us wants to hurt anyone. We want recognition, to feel like we belong, and we’ve been blinded by what we believe is right. Do you truly feel like you belong by hurting others. “I… I…” she couldn’t respond, trying to blink back the tears that now came down her face. Another photo came up, with Pinkie trudging along in the gymnasium as she worked on a party. When it did as the first though, Rarity, Discord, Pinkie, and her were all there, with Rarity covered in glitter from a party cannon misfire. The memory made her giggle, and the tears came down harder. “If I go much further, I won’t have the power to stop the changes. To reverse them to what they were before. You’ll be stuck with these friends, with me, and with no desire to hurt others. Are you okay with that?” Sunset didn’t respond to his voice, but instead stepped forward, walking towards another picture as it came. It was already fading back into existence, showing her with Rainbow and Applejack, laughing at a stupid lamp that Discord had made for the silent auction. It didn’t sell well, and she remembered smacking him for being an idiot. At least, before he pulled out one that was shaped like her and Celestia, holding each other. Then came Fluttershy showing her how to take care of the animals at the shelter, with Discord getting thumped on the head by Angel while he took care of others. He was a natural with animals, but probably only because he was still in spirit one. It was after that Discord showed her that he could offer her back through the portal. She let her tears fall openly, stepping across the threshold of no return as Discord let her see Celestia, even if it meant that he had to sit on the statue for three days, doing nothing else than keeping the portal open so she could come back. Of course, she had rewarded him with a deep kiss for that. And then the cruise! It was still one of her greatest memories, especially the beach party on the last day. In the light of tiki torches and the moon, Discord had gotten onto one knee for her. Two outcasts, two people who had always felt different then others, like they weren’t enough, and now they could make up for each other’s weaknesses, and make each other whole. The wedding that had come afterwards was definitely proof of it. Seeing him in that tuxedo, swearing to follow her words and make her feel like the princess she always deserved to be had made her happier than any words of praise or power she’d gotten before. It didn’t stop him from getting punished for using magic on their special day. Married life was interesting of course. Discord tried to be faithful at first, but he was a mess because of it. Any outing with friends caused him to start tweaking out by the end, constrained by the jokes he no longer could make. Luckily, he finally broke down when he sent him to hang out with Applejack, and he’d fondled her tits. She could still see how devastated he was by it when his face had almost fallen off upon seeing her. Of course, Sunset was almost as crafty as him, and it was all to her plan. He was adventurous, and she wanted to be close to her friends too. Only their friends though. If she ever found him with some no name slut like Trixie, his balls were going to be gone about five seconds before she was. It did work out of course. Discord loved her, and it was in part his desire to be friends with the others, while chaotic with his loins, that led to his desires. It didn’t help that the world begun to change because of the spell he cast on their wedding day. She could still remember how awkward of a day it was for everyone when public nudity was allowed. Let’s just say that it’s not for everyone, and there were some who everyone wished it wasn’t for. Not that the Olympics turned back to being in the nude, even with how smoking hot Rainbow was after her wish with Discord. Actually, it took another week for Sunset to be able to taste that hot bod with giant tits, and Discord got punished again for not letting her join in on that. Of course, it was all in good fun, and she was privileged enough to remember that flat chested Rainbow had ever existed. Just like she’d been privileged to steal Discord’s heart before the one that she had always feared he wanted took it first. She stopped at the two pictures for that. One of her and Discord sitting in their bedroom, holding their hands, before the next showed Fluttershy and her holding hands. Hearing Fluttershy say yes like she did that night told her the other woman’s feelings were genuine, and it meant the world to her that Fluttershy had a big enough heart to let her stay, as she’d been ready to lose Discord. And now she opened her eyes one last time. Her and Fluttershy were standing in front of a nice house in the woods. The trees reached high, making sure no one would be spying on them anytime soon, but they were also just a nice touch to the natural setting. She was in a t-shirt and jeans, just as she almost always been. They were boring, sure, but she thought of them as comfortable, and when you’re husband gives you the ability to change your shirt at will, you could have some awesome jokes on it. Besides, it was tight on her chest, and could make anyone blush when she really wanted to flaunt it. Fluttershy wasn’t the same, not on her days off. The difference between porn star Fluttershy and her as a mother made her seem like two different people. One that could dress as a whore, or in nothing, and one that wore long sundresses that muted her looks, except for the fact that she was simply beautiful. She stepped closer to the other mare, wrapping an arm around her waist as she smiled. They both looked out to the car that was coming down the road, their hearts telling them who it was. Well, that, and the same stupid lamp from high school being his hood ornament. When Sunset really thought about it, while it had hurt a year ago, it made sense. The two of them reflected his sides, just like that stupid ornament. Enough peacefulness and desire to help that it could stay up and be practical, just like Fluttershy was. Where as she was wild, her own person, as chaotic as they could come, but with a good enough heart not to hurt others. For a moment, tears stinged the edges of her eyes, and a well of sadness seemed to spring from nowhere. There was no reason for it. What she was think were happy thoughts. Thoughts that made her heart race. But they also reminded her of a part that she felt distant from. For a moment, she saw her standing in front of her. The one who was angry, the one that wanted to conquer. She had left Equestria for a reason after all. She wasn’t a good person. Her head lowered as she tried to shake the thoughts. She wasn’t that person anymore. She was good, kind, helped those around her. The mean witch was gone, even if she couldn’t actually remember why it had ever left. What had changed her life. It seemed so important, so rough, but it wouldn’t come! “Sunset, are you okay?” She looked up, staring at the green eyes that looked down at her. The green eyes that had always helped her. Always pushed her to do more, and be the best she could be. And, for one moment, she remembered what had happened the first year she had arrived at Canterlot High. How she was so scared for those first few days, but she wasn’t smart about the portal. She knew it could take her away, far away, to a place where she could be strong. But when she came back to it, wanting back in Celestia’s arms after four days, she found it closed. And, like then, she felt hands on her shoulders, those green eyes, and a warmth in her chest that told her it would be okay. She reached up, sliding her hand onto Discord’s cheek as she smiled. “I am. Just remembering on all you’ve given me.” Discord grinned. “Well, if my gifts make you cry, I’ll stop.” Sunset shook her head playfully smacking his cheek before she turned away, not wanting to let him see the giant smile that his jokes always gave her, and the gift he had promised to her since the day they had met. Author's Note I hope you all enjoyed the story, despite it's somewhat odd mechanic for the storytelling. If you're in the giving mood, I have both a patreon, and a donations box, open for you to help support my work. Though, the finishing of this story did leave a hole in my commissions schedule, so if you want to snatch that up, check out my rules and rates here.
Year 2Discord opened one of his eyes as he heard something fall down beside him. He raised an eyebrow as a smile formed on his lips. He couldn’t actually see the other person, but the simple, button up shirt that hugged two large mounds in his sight did tell him who it was. “Well, howdy partner. How are you?” Applejack rolled her eyes at the slight jab, before rolling onto her side and looking at Discord. Out of all of her friends, she was probably the one who got along with the chaotic man the least. Not that they weren’t friends, but when you were as focused on the rules as her, a troublemaker like him wasn’t always fun. “Just been thinking. You?” Discord shrugged as best as he could from how he was sitting. “Been pretty good. Enjoying the sun and what not. Don’t get to often enough in my opinion.” Applejack smirked a little, knowing better than to believe he was just laying about. “You were planning on paying me a visit, weren’t you?” Discord raised his hands. “Guilty. Honestly, I wanted to stay in, maybe work on parts of my house, but noooo, apparently I can’t be trusted.” “That’s some good sense if I’ve heard it.” This finally got Discord to laugh, in which Applejack joined in. It was halfhearted at best, and, before Discord was done, she was gasping and placing a hand on her chest. Discord glanced over, stopping his own chortling to place a hand on his friend’s arm. “Whoa there, cowgirl. What’s wrong?” Applejack was silent for a few moments, before turning back onto her back. “Like I said, I’ve been thinking. Thinking about this past year. How the dress code at school got taken away, so now my sister is exposed to all sorts of clothes, how laws were passed to legalize all sorts of love… Even I can tell that the world has been changing.” Discord nodded, knowing the feeling. Though, he also knew what had caused said changes. “Yeah, but I’ve seen little Bloomers, and I wouldn’t say she’s been corrupted or anything. Would you?” Applejack bit into her lip, tapping her stomach with one hand as she looked at the sky. He was right of course. Girls like her and her friends never had been interested in dressing in a manner that people might think is distasteful. “Yes, but it just has me thinking about what this is leading to. Where does a farm girl lie in a world that’s a bit more… open? Especially one wanting to leave a legacy like those who came before her?” Discord finally sat up, staring at Applejack for a few moments before reaching over and squeezing her hand. “And what makes you think I can help? I’m not exactly country myself.” Applejack looked at him, not bothering to get up as she sighed. “Because… Weird things seem to happen around you. Not bad things, but… interesting, and I was hoping some of that might help you answer my questions.” A small shake of his head was his answer, but Discord also had another thing to reply to her fears. “I can’t help with those things, but I’m going to guess that your greatest wish is to make sure you can leave that silly legacy you’re talking about?” Applejack scowled as she turned away. She should have known better than to confide into him. “Never mind. Just… leave me be.” Snap. Discord placed a hand on her shoulder, getting her attention back to him as his magic slowly washed into her body, and began to slide through the ground to reach other members of her family. “Now, now, I never said I didn’t care. I just wanted to make sure, as the answer I have may be a bit… unorthodox for you, even if it’s perfect for the new age we’re going into.” Applejack felt a wave of heat run through her body, but she didn’t pay it much mind. Not when he had her attention like this. She took a breath, feeling a tightness in her chest before she whispered, “What did you have in mind?” Discord grinned wider as he extended a hand and brought two of his fingers together. He then flicked her on the nipple as he whispered, “Natural milk.” Applejack’s eyes widened, before smacking Discord back to the ground. “Are you insane? You have to be pregnant for that!” Discord blinked a few times as he got back his bearings. In hindsight, this probably wasn’t his smartest way to tackle this. Still, he could recover. “No, no you don’t. Or, at least, I’ll show you that you don’t, just like any Apple woman. Promise.” Applejack glared at him, her arms folded underneath her chest as she now stood over him. “And why should I believe you?” Discord thought about it for a moment, before sticking his tongue out and saying, “Because, worst case scenario is that I get to grab your bare tits, and you get to pound my balls into dust.” Applejack’s eyes flared with anger for a moment, before her shoulders slumped and she shook her head. “You know what? Fuck it. Fine. What do I need to do?” Discord seemingly floated back up, grinning at her as he patted her chest, much to Applejack’s annoyance. “Why, just take off your shirt and bra. What else would you need to do?” The farmgirl put her hands on her hips as she raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, maybe something like dance for you, do a hundred jumps, chant about how great you are?” Discord placed a hand on his chest as he scoffed. “Ah, you wound me! Do you really think so little of me? I mean, I only snuck a camera into the girl’s locker room once. I could have done it a lot more.” Applejack shut her eyes as she rubbed her temples, all too aware of the day that he had a camera in the changing room of their schools. In fact, it was one of the moments that made her think he had special powers, as no one could figure out how he had placed it there. But, whether or not he did, she would soon follow out, though she doubted he would confirm it. Then again, she thought as she started undoing the buttons to her shirt, she didn’t know if she wanted him to confess. The surprise was fun enough whenever he might, and confirmation might make him use his powers too much. Then again, it was also a ludicrous thought that she shouldn’t even be entertaining. Which, of course, made her pause as she reached back towards the clasp on her bra. Was she really going to let him see her breasts, let alone grab them? Applejack knew he wasn’t actually a bad guy, but… She let out a soft sigh as she undid the clasp and let the large bra fall. It immediately felt pretty good, just to let her girls breathe freely in the air, rather than their normal state of constriction. And, with how the world was going, she doubted that such an action would even be considered special. “So, there you go. What now?” Discord slid around her, licking his lips at his friend’s chest. Despite his perversions, he hadn’t ever seen them so… perfectly. Now he could appreciate their girth, the large areolas, and, best of all, her cute little freckles that dotted her chest. “Well, I did say that I got to not only see them, but-” He worked fast, knowing that he either produced product, or he would feel the weight of her boot on places he would rather not. Luckily, his magic made it all the easier to give her the treasure she was looking for. Just a firm grip, and a forward push, like you were milking a cow, and her cream spurted out freely into the air. Applejack huffed as he let go, her legs shaking as she stared at the white stain on the ground. She could see it seeping into the soil, like any other liquid, but she had seen it for long enough that there was no doubt in her mind. She was lactating. In fact, she was doing it in such a quantity that she could feel small rivulets run down her chest. She turned on her heel, trying to snatch Discord’s collar, but instead missed as he backpedaled. Her fist stayed in the air as Applejack hissed out, “What the fuck did you do to me?” Discord swallowed hard, his hands up as he realized his in general mistake. Applejack was an old school girl, and anything sexily done to her would probably be rebuffed, let alone something like this. “L-look, it’s not as bad as you probably think. You just make milk, and, well, with the new acceptance that everyone has, who wouldn’t want it?” “Oh yeah, because I’ll just let myself be milked enough to meet demand. That sounds fantastic!” Discord swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes up, as looking down, he feared, might lead to boot to balls time. “Well, I mean, maybe you should check a family member and see if they-” He stopped, Applejack’s face now inches from his. “You did this to the rest of my family too?” Discord swallowed hard, and sighed, his shoulders slumped, but one hand raised, ready to snap. “If you really hate it, if you really think I’m wrong, then say it. I thought this might be a fun way for you to go into the new age is all. I mean, it could even make any morning arousal you have productive. But, if it is as bad as you think, then say it.” “Of course…” Applejack raised a hand, before stopping. Discord looked legitimately sad. This wasn’t him trying to dodge the problem he had caused, or even deny it. Instead, he was just trying to make things right, so long as she was sure. And… he wasn’t wrong. Just the one push had been enough to put her in a state of high arousal, even if her concern had made it almost immediately vanish. On top of that, as embarrassing as it was, Applejack could see it being nice that anytime she wanted to enjoy some ‘alone time’, she could make something for the rest of her family. Or, for that matter, anyone in her family. She lowered her hand, crossing her arms under chest and feeling the slightest sloshing of her chest. Yeah, she knew what she needed to know before she made a decision. “So, how much like cows are we? Will it become painful? Will we leak? Will it make us unable to do our jobs?” Discord couldn’t help but smile at the questions. Of course Applejack would be all business. “First, after maybe a week, sure. The liquid does need to go somewhere, but the human body can work around it a lot better than a cow’s, and your own hands can do it if you don’t need a partner. As for leakage,” he said as he cautiously flicked her nipple. A drop came out, but, otherwise, nothing. “There will be some after you drain yourself, but it should be fine otherwise. I am trying to give you a boon afterall.” “And, as for work,” he stopped to gesture to a tree, “why don’t you see for yourself?” Applejack paused for a moment, before striding past Discord. At this point, she wasn’t even focused on his touch, or the fact that she was bare chested in front of him. She was only concerned about this. She rubbed a hand over the tree in front of her. It was one of the ones that hadn’t been cleared this year, and she could see a fresh apple in the trees. If it didn’t bother her abilities, she should be able to knock it down, and only it. She brought her leg back, before slamming it into the side. Thud...thud. Discord paled as he saw the second apple fall to the ground before he shut his eyes. He could already feel the pain coming, as he knew how perfect Applejack’s control was, and he had thrown it off. It was as good as a death sentence for him and his treasures. And then, two strong arms wrapped around him. Discord blinked a few times, especially surprised about how close she was, her breasts firmly against his chest, before he wrapped his arms around her tentatively. “So, you’re not… mad?” Applejack shook her head as she let out a sigh. “You didn’t lie to me. People nowadays would probably love breast milk, and this… this will make it from a brand they can trust. It’s stupid, perverted, but… Times are changing, and I can’t just be stingy when a great opportunity presents itself.” Discord let out a sigh of relief as the two stepped away from each other, before he frowned. “But… it threw you off. Isn’t that a problem?” Applejack slipped her arms behind her back, stretching out so as to shove her chest forward. Maybe others were right about being free-er, as watching Discord’s eyes bulge was quite enjoyable. And, from what had happened before, maybe, just maybe, she would let him help her get out some ‘product’ while she got something from him too. But, that was for another time, as he was definitely not being rewarded that much today, and Applejack quickly dismissed the embarrassing idea. Instead, she shook her chest, giggling as Discord’s pupils tracked them. “It’s the addition of any additional weight to me. The fact that I was almost as good is remarkable. I thought you were smart enough to know that.” Discord merely grinned as Applejack did too, before the two glanced at the sound of clapping. Both of them blushed to be caught by the third party, despite how well both knew the person standing there, smiling at the two and applauding their little show. Just as she did with most of Discord’s actions.
