Engla woke up in a white Equestrian bed. Discord was besides her, wearing a white outfit with a red cross on it.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry." Discord said in a sad tone.

"Yes. Yes I am." she said hiding any pain she felt.

"I hurt you bad, didn't I?"

"It was worth it for you, my love."

"I stayed by your side. Just as I promised."

Engla hesitated for a moment.

"Thank you."

The disdain she had for Discord was replaced with something else. Pity. No buck would have ever fallen for a trick as slimy as asking him to make a promise while he was near orgasm. This truly was a fawn in an adult's body.

How could Discord have grown up? He didn't have to. The Steppes hardened you. They tested you day after day until nothing but iron remained. Their challenges bound bucks and cows together. And what force could possibly challenge Discord? Friendship would truly be hard for him to get. The powers he held were both a blessing and a curse.

Discord blushed again.

"You... could have used other things... to pleasure me..."

By the Two Faced God. He wanted anal. Engla cringed at the very thought of that.

"that wouldn't be as painful for you... like your hands... your mouth... I once saw a...erm... magazine where a mare used her bobbies to pleasure a stallion."

Thank the Two Faced God.

"Maybe later."

It felt strange to simply hand wave away a male's desires like that but also weirdly appropriate. She had more than done her duty to the Two Faced God. She had earned a break.

"Why don't you amuse me with your high jinks, Discord?" she commanded.

Author's Note

Aristagtle's been busy lately and I don't know how long that'll last. While spelling and grammar mistakes aren't pleasant for the reader, it's not them that I fear. A spelling mistake doesn't affect later stories. Logical mistakes do. I'm trying to craft a story as watertight as possible, and that's kind of hard to do without someone playing the role of water.

Still, fortune favors the brave. I'll have to be my own water for now.