Discord's Gifts

Rainbow 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.