Discord's Gifts

Year 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-