The Discord’s Fantasies

by Gurudelclop

Rating: mature
Tags: Main 7 (EqG), Discord, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Cheese Sandwich, Fetish, Trenderhoof, Sunburst, Sex
Length: 3672

Translation from Spanish. An accident transports our protagonists to the fantasies that Discord has with each one of them. Taking them to places that feel so real, that they live instants of an alternate reality where pleasure and suffering coexist.

A Translation From Spanish to English.
An accident transports our protagonists to the fantasies that Discord has with each one of them. Taking them to places that feel so real, that they live instants of an alternate reality where pleasure and suffering coexist. Fantasies as only the Lord of Chaos could imagine.

Translator’s prologue

When the clop guru [Gurú del Clop] asked me to translate what he calls "his work of art". I kindly told him that English-speaking people are rarely interested in products of other languages, especially now that Spanish has been demonized in some states.
However, he insisted and as he owed the favor, I agreed to translate the first chapter of what I consider his best work.

Translator’s note.

I have tried to preserve the original wealth of the Spanish text - unnecessary effort for a clopfic - by expanding or explaining the meaning of the original Spanish word in between brackets. Additionally, my English is not as good as he thinks, so I apologize in advance for the mistakes; I would appreciate your corrections.

In addition, I realize this translation – It´s my first time – with help of Google Translator.

Published 2019-02-20 02:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-02-20 02:00:01 UTC

Starlight or Of The Fragments

Walking, with a smile since she arrived in the garden, soon climbed, with amazing skill, through the structure for the vines of the adolescent's mother; who surely laid in his bed without knowing that she would visit him.

The impassive rain did not stopped by the meeting of those two so distant and, however, with something so common. The clothes, not at all warm with which she emerged in that world, hindered her pace, she almost slipped on the lawn twice, not to mention the grate that she had to climb to reach the Sunburst’s bedroom.

She felt some droplets of cold water hitting the skin of his thighs due to the peculiar style of her clothing. Even though with all the cold in his fingers and almost trembling, she touched the window gently.

At that signal he had become accustomed because of the constant repetition of her visits; Sunburst was quick to react, lifting his sheets, opening the window to run into a girl his age, with her hair so wet that it clung to her face, and yet, even when she trembled, she simply lifted one of her feet up. Go up through the window and enter inside.

"I'm cold" was her only phrase, both to say hello and to excuse herself from encircling his neck with his arms, narrowing distances, enough for their lips to meet with such passion that the boy felt a certain fear that soon erased the he noticed that, once again, he was facing that girl who barely knew one night in April.

It was enough to express those few words, the boy soon had to retreat, because the female forced him to walk on his back, directing him to the place they had so often shared, a bed at the end of the disorderly room of a seventeen year old boy. The open window let in some of the rain, but, it was the cold that crossed it that forced them to approach.

Higher by a few fingers than she was, Sunburst had to tilt his head slightly as their lips pressed against each other.

Without despair, he had learned to enjoy those well-disposed thighs and dressed in those peculiar pants, caressing them, pressing them gently, and surrounding them with his hands as they advanced. Then, when she fell on him, arriving to the edge of his soft little sea, He became obsessed with brushing the tips of his fingers with her firm bare skin. Feeling the softness of that cold skin. Starlight's hair was still soaked, so the water soon reached his shoulders, the cold did not matter having her close.

"Sunburst," she murmured, and, ever mindful of the danger of her mother discovering what was going on, "I need you," she had to whisper closer to his ear.

That was the moment where he, feeling the wetness of the hair of the female when he brushed her face, ran his hands from her thighs to her face to take her and provoke the contact of her lips once again. Those delicate lips kissed as if they wanted to imprison his, pressed his upper lip, as if trying to bite, but only felt its softness. He closed his eyes to enjoy it completely.

Its fragrance still could not been felt; but it was enough to see his hair in the dim light of a nearby lamppost to convince him that he was returning to paradise once more.

From being an insecure adolescent, who not being able to even enjoy that, in a few months of those recurring visits, he became someone who enjoyed what that stranger gave him, it was enough to wear his glasses once to know that she was amazingly beautiful, both with clothes and without them.

The heat soon came to his cheeks and particularly he did not stop feeling a constant tension in the crotch of his pajamas. His lips finally parted and at that point, that meant opening the doors to what his young and energetic bodies were willing to do ... without fear, slow or fast. The fullness was far; but from that moment, Sunburst was close to throwing everything to lose, had to separate his legs, while he printed all his strength so that his already erect member did not ejaculate before time. He wanted to enjoy her.

For that, his hands came down to touch her thighs again, all over her. That place was the one he loved the most; neither her breasts, nor her lips that were quite exceptional giving her different types of pleasure, could match her finesse or firmness. The heat that soon overtook the teenager. She soon reclined to sit on her legs. Like a desperate one, she took off her black jacket, throwing it to the floor.

Of course, it produced a sticky sound, it was completely soaked; He soon followed her blouse and bra, both gave testimony not very different. He limited himself to allowing the female, once he sat down, to remove the top of his pajamas that consisted of a shirt with a mask blurred by the age it had.

Starlight felt his chest; He was not a gym-boy, but she did it for her own pleasure.

"Put it on," Starlight whispered again as he stepped aside, to take off her tennis shoes, full of water, and lean back, leaving her pants on.

Sunburst got up, went to his night table, in the lower box of this one there were two condoms, he took both, putting them on the table; now there was a certain inability in his hands to get off his boxer with speed; to see a Starlight lying down, watching him intently. An accomplice smile was enough for him to understand.

He took one of the condoms and with it, went to his bed to leave it for a moment. His hands took Starlight by the hip, feeling the cold that still overwhelmed his body. She had understood that what he liked most was to take off her pants, being honest; she liked him too, especially because he did it quite slowly.

He liked to feel the backs of his fingers, even his knuckles, furrowing that pair of thighs, perfectly drawn and finished in an apple; that form could well attract any man or boy, tame him, make him promise anything in order to touch him, to make him his own, to listen to the moans of his mistress. And, he was the lucky one, to whom that lavender-skinned girl used to bestow the blessing.

However, it was more than all the tour of the thighs that gave him a moment of strange pleasure, feeling them, when they reached the knees, her legs were left and that was the moment in which he finally hurried; the panties were wet, that was all I could say about her. The reflection of the light in the eyes of the female was like a beacon that, instead of guiding him, distracted him.

"I want to make you mine," the teenager ordered, no more games, no distraction. He had an answer with her head. Finally, the heat spread to his hands, which, invigorated, took the female by the hips, to drag her to the edge of the bed, stealing a small moan of fright. Of course, she took the condom and put it in front of her face.

"I did not forget it" Lied the boy, about to become obscured to appreciate the beauty of the teenager. Even without much light, he knew that exuberant, curvy body made him somebody beside himself.

As he could, he took it between his fingers; force to open the damn package, once broken, extracted it, put it on his head and desperately unrolled it, cursing every second that took every opportunity that his fingers slipped without extending the contraceptive.

Starlight took the opportunity to remove her panties and throw them anywhere; unfortunately he did not measure well and they came to the young man's face. But this one instead of getting angry, he took them and made the gesture of smelling them with force, purposely maximizing the sound of his inhaling.

"You are a pervert". Said the girl, laughing ashamed.

However, he no longer had words, he only needed to do one thing, one. Back jokes.

Without further preliminaries; with the final line of the condom still rolled, approached the teenager, taking her by the feet, taking them up to put them on his shoulders. Took his member to place the glans on the lips of the female. She only managed to give a moan when feeling its interior being invaded by Sunburst; who, just focused on feeling every inch of that first incursion.

That first instant, it was an absolute glory, the pressure was peculiar; without previous games everything was different, sometimes it seemed to be hurting her, but the next, she found herself with a face that either smiled at her or seemed completely focused on feeling that first moment.

A few seconds later, he was already sheltered in the sweetness of Starlight Glimmer, then, his arms seized the legs of that female, having a place to hold on; that was a great pleasure, his hips had to retreat, only to return to the load, at first slowlyHe could not close his eyes for anything in the world.

He could not close his eyes for anything in the world. Starlight's breasts were not the point of her fixation; but they were beautiful, I could not doubt it.

It was an aesthetic experience to see her choking her moans by biting her lower lip.

He only sucked and inhaled air ... almost instinctively, both tried not to emit noise. But, the sound of the skin crashing against the skin, particularly on her thighs, was inevitably something scandalous.

Maybe that's why Starlight Glimmer decided to open his eyes and move one of his legs to inform the teenager that it was convenient to change the position.

With an impetus of his own, he climbed onto the bed; while she was turning around and with her legs together and her head resting on her side against a pillow; the young man penetrated her again. This time; he had a perfect view of the smooth thighs, of his feminine attributes and, in particular, of that apple which he could say with all fairness, which was the most delicious in the world.

Raising a little the buttocks, finally, the perfect union of both bodies has been visible; the copula was a little more silent than the previous one. However, when the swing of Sunburst became more energetic and the pillow could not silence the groans of the female, everything had to restart again.

"Put on four," the boy requested when Starlight lowered her hips to cut off the intercourse that held them so close to heaven.

"Ah, Ah." It was the negative response of the female. Then, it was she who got up and made the teenager sit down. "Extend your feet" She expressed shortly before getting up, once done this, sat on the thighs of Sunburst.

She squatted down so he could touch the Sunburst’s truck with her hands, and, thus position, his glans well so that he could get back inside, as both wanted it. Sunburst leaned back, putting his hands as a point of support and almost by inertia, Starlight hugged his hips with her thighs, while leaning with his feet on the bed; subsequently, she leaned back like her partner; but she took as a point of support the boy's taps.

It was not so simple, Sunburst had to set the pace, so first he gave a push, taking hold with the tips of his feet and with his hands, to get into Starlight Glimmer, at last he felt something of the warm humidity of her reaching his crotch; On the other hand, Starlight only allowed to penetrate in this occasion.

Soon, he came down again, it was then, that she had to raise a few inches, using his hands and feet to achieve it, again she came down and he pushed forward.

The warm and already damp interior of Starlight could been felt through the protective latex mantle; his main concern was to continue, to be possible, to infinity.

At the fifth repetition, something seized Sunburst and Starlight, both began to raise the pace, sometimes without much synchrony, sometimes in a mutual cadence.

The sound of her buttocks crashing against the teenager's pubis filled the room again; but by this time, when the cold of the body of the lavender skin had completely deserted her and Sunburst would carry on even if she woke her mother, being discreet no longer mattered.

The bed began to grind to the rhythm of its shaking, the sweet fragrance of Starlight invaded the place, while the penetrating scent of him began to be appreciable. She wanted everything, suddenly stopped holding on his legs, to get up and in the middle of a complete union, hug him, approaching his ear.

"Make me yours, Sunburst," she ordered delicately as he retreated and kissed him with absolute vehemence.

An almost animal madness seized the young man, his forces were increased and, suddenly, Starlight only needed to stay stable at a certain distance from the air, holding tightly on his shoulders to feel how it did not stop pumping inside.

That translated into a pleasure that ran from the inside of her vagina, from her lips, from her clitoris, to her crotch, passing like an electric shock to her thighs and numbing her legs for a moment, her shoulders relaxed and she stopped printing. necessary force.

Prisoner of the young man's ecstasy, his sweet nectar flowed over part of his abdomen, reaching the sheets, without first passing through the adolescent's testicles.

Her arms tightened with more force. And, even though she did not feel her legs, she imprisoned him with them. "Make me yours ... make me yours" she moaned softly, receiving what were Sunburst's strongest thrusts. Feeling the breasts of the female touching his chest, all his animal strength unleashed, somehow, Starlight jumped in the air by a few centimeters.

The grating of the bed increased and, luckily he did not hit any wall, but a firm wooden floor, the sound was added, Sunburst's face flushed completely, Starlight only felt the warmth of his body surrounding her while the last The young man's vigorous thrusts produced the moment of full ecstasy.

"Ah ... ah ... mmmm" Starlight said, clinging tightly to that body. Biting his lip to make no more noise.

He finally groaned, with a thicker and also hoarse sound, like wild bronco, he snorted when he reached the limit and flooded the condom.

Both, breathing agitatedly; They were still holding each other. Starlight remained quiet, calm as she recovered, slowly emerging from ecstasy, opened her eyes to find the tired face of Sunburst, begging for a kiss that of course she gave him.

The energy was gone, the heat of both bodies would soon leave ... Sunburst, as a gentleman interrupted his lips for a second, took a blanket and invited the female to stay a moment longer.

First, he was the one who leaned back, and she, taking the blanket he passed between her shoulders, let himself fall on his chest.

A few minutes passed before he fell asleep, it was always like that ... but she, she stayed awake. His hands on that chest without apparent ability to grasp anything were limited to slowly to cover its surface. His left ear stuck to it, to hear the heartbeat of his lover.

Therefore, when the pain came, his arms tried to surround him. His body is still developing; his chest; feel the warmth of your skin; his heartbeat ... there he tried to take refuge. The torment used to dissipate for as little time as their moments of happiness in that freedom that their two bodies enjoyed when they contacted.

Soon a warm liquid slid to the skin of him.

In their fits of weakness, those arms that began to surround her equally, used to give her warmth. Soon after, and in particular that night, they could not protect her from the powerful reality.

He was not fleeing from a monster, but from his weakness, unsuspected by anyone. How could those arms hide her from her whole world? They could not really and there he was, with an open wound completely.

Her hands tried to meet, but the added weight of both on the sheets prevented them from achieving it, tried to hold on with all her strength.

He had his voice, he had his eyes, he had his tender indecision. But he was not him.

In her desperation, she ran into his arms; in her pain, she tried to replace him. Indeed, she tried, but never got it.

The time and the occasion were cruel enough to dress her in a bridesmaid dress, to witness the union of that steed with a mare she dared not even curse.

That lucky one entered his life and she just knew how to put it on his head as well as take him to a beautiful garden. The brief time, in which they wandered happily down the path of romance, from indecisions to the point where they longed to unite their paths forever, was completely ignored by Starlight. Traumatic was that kiss in front of her and other guests at their wedding, presided over, due to a hypocritical request of her, by Princess Celestia, in marriage to a happy life.

Life in which she was not, life in which she was not included, life in which he eventually stopped sending her letters every three days. He only had eyes for that mare; the same one that so kindly treated her. It was not necessary to gloat over having won the love of a horse so honest, so kind, so discreet and so passionate. Her smile was enough to tell Starlight that she had the heart of Sunburst, that steed she loved so much.

Tears flowed as the human counterpart of that steed slept contentedly. The steam that had temporarily flooded the place, only gave a gloomier dimension of reality. Obliged to take those arms, weak ... weak ... weak.

Why did not she tell him what he felt? If only she had seen what was happening in front of her. If only she had taken a few seconds to take, the steed between his helmets and swear his eternal love. If only…

His fists was close, the spine that seemed to multiply in number lay stuck in his heart.

She knew herself sick from then on, she acted with complete normality, she did not show the wounds of her heart that annihilated her health, her body was well, her spirit was on the verge of giving in and falling into a pathetic fall. Pathetic yes, because she never gathered the courage. No ... it was really because he never gave it due importance.

"Sunburst" a painful, too low moan slipped between her lips, kissing the boy's skin to try to find some warmth; but she only found a forest of the fragments she was trying so hard to escape, those that, as time went on, would fill his heart until it exploded.

"I love you" Silence and that forest was the confidante of the greatest exclamation that she could ever make to the love of her life.

She closed her eyes, trying to find some better memory, or perhaps, wishing she could forget forever the memory of the steed that did nothing but burn her intensely. Exposing her to a pathetic ode that had her as the last of the row and sad character at the same time.

It was predestined, she would see them together; and if she escaped to the farthest corner, in any case, she would have to receive one or two letters a year from the steed when the festive season arrived. Condemned to be a postal code to send him a letter of happy holidays with the family photo.

She must have been when she has named godmother of his children with that mare, Sunburst had already made the request and, to which she accepted cowardly; she must ... she owed so much.

She swallowed, that was the sentence she had won. Silly... stupid; any label, in his opinion, was fair. He was willing, he waited for a while, it was brief, it's true, but he waited for her and tempted her, tempted her to forsake what could have been love from him, that space of time became a ghost to torment her all the nights.

Yes, sick, sick for its own sake. She leaned on that chest, trying to find in it the heartbeat of the pony he loved and, aware that all possibility of happiness with him had died, she tried to sleep.

In a few hours, she would go back to Equestria, that boy would not see her again. She had to face her sentence, carry her penance until the end of her days. She would walk then, a tragic idiot who, would not stop self-flagellate to have no restrictions for a steed that did not love her as she loved him.

[Literal translation]

"My love, how distant are you?

Fly, fly because you will not come back

You will wander happy and you will forget me

I will open my heart and my helmets

And you will smash them to pieces"

[Original]

“Amor mío que distante estás

Vuela, vuela porque ya no volverás

Vagarás feliz y me olvidarás

Yo te abriré mi corazón y mis cascos

Y tú los harás añicos”

Author's Note

Currently, the author has developed chapters with Rarity, Applejack, Twilight and Pinkie Pie. If you want another chapter, I have already mentioned the available ones - At least I will improve my use of this language.