The Golden Apple of Discord

It was Rarity's special day of the week, and like always she pushed the limits, trying to find new and creative places to fool around with her lover. She reluctantly parted ways with him, making a quick stop by Carousel Boutique to make certain her assistants were keeping it in order while she was away, then checked in on her family at home who'd been surprisingly open and supportive of her relationship once she'd finally announced it. Perhaps she'd invite her herd around someday?

She lingered in her room before a full-length vanity mirror, bouncing her curls, batting her lashes, touching up her makeup, and looking her alabaster curves over, making certain everything was in order. Her horn lit up as she lifted her sewing equipment and tucked it away into her neatly prepared closet and dressers. She inhaled deeply, satisfied.

She adjusted her frilly saddle, a symbol that she belonged to Spike, and likewise wore the fire ruby upon a necklace, a reminder of their love. Of course she'd thought of him as something more akin to an adorable child then. She'd never imagined a few years and a massive growth spurt would make him so handsome! And she'd been working to make him bolder over the weeks, too. He'd become a little more bold and spontaneous, not forcing her to initiate sex in fear she might not desire it all the time.

She turned to leave, bumping into a solid mass, and started to scream when a palm clasped over her mouth. Once it finally withdrew she stared at the drake looming before her. “S-Spike?!” She pressed a hoof to her breast and sharply exhaled. “You frightened me, darling. Oh...what's wrong with your eyes?” They were discolored, and almost looked comical.

He beamed wide showing rows of sharp, predatory teeth. “Don't concern yourself with that! A little magical mishap with Twilight. She wanted to test a spell that would make our sex life even better, and had me ingest a few potions, so excuse me if I seem a little...off. Should wear off in a day or two, I think.” He shrugged his broad shoulders like it was the most natural thing.

She quirked an eyebrow but decided not to pursue it. “How did you slip in here?”

“It wasn't easy to sneak past your family. That Sweetie Belle in particular is quite nosy. Even so, I've had lots of practice, what with all the stealth sex we've been having all over Ponyville!” Her cheeks turned rosy when he drew her to his well-chiseled chest. “Speaking of which...let's do it here.” He nodded at her frilly bed, unable to help himself from licking his chops.

“Well...” She considered it, her heart thudding, and her loins burning. It seemed so wrong to do it with her parents and little sister around...which shamefully made it even more enticing knowing she could be caught at any time. “We're pretty noisy, but I do have this 'Do Not Disturb' sign for when I'm working, and a sound-proofing spell. Even Sweetie doesn't disturb my sanctity then.” She was older and far more mature now, and she loved her sis dearly, but she could still be quite a pest at times!

“Excellent! Oh, and...” His prehensile tail was wrapped around a golden apple he placed on her desk. “A little gift from Twilight to further spice things up! Go on, take a bite! I promise you'll love it!” He winked.

She studied his weird eyes again. “Are you certain? I take it this hasn't been tested?”

He stroked her mane in an almost condescending manner. “Now, now, would I lead you astray?”

She told herself he was acting strange because of whatever witchcraft Twilight had worked. It had obviously addled his mind. However she trusted him implicitly, and while he considered the opinions of his herd equally, they had all promised to follow his lead if he ever put his foot down. She knew he'd never ask them to do anything they were too uncomfortable with. “Very well.” She scooped up the gold apple and daintily munched down. It tasted pretty normal to her.

He chuckled and rubbed his claws together. She continued to study him, pensive, but finished the snack until only its core remained, which she gingerly tossed into a waste bin. “So, did she share how long this should take?”

His smile practically split his face. “Any moment now...”

Rarity felt like her entire body popped as the transformation started. “Wha-wha-what?!” She stood upright on her backhooves, watching them morph into legs and feet decorated in purple boots, and her forehooves changed into slender arms and hands with well-manicured nails, while her torso and abdomen likewise mutated, decked in a blouse, skirt, and undergarments.

She stared bewildered into the mirror at the ivory-white adult human woman that stared back. Her cheeks lit up. She turned and looked herself over. “Well, I'm still quite aesthetically pleasing, at least.” She leaned on the drake, almost losing her balance as she adjusted. “So, this must be what Twilight felt like when she traveled to that other world?”

“Exactly. Now, are you ready for the wildest night ever?” She squealed when he seized her hips and tossed her onto the bed, where she landed with a bounce, making it creak. He descended on her with barely restrained hunger, his hot breath falling on her as his thick shadow loomed. Uncharacteristic chuckles sounded from him as his muscular bulk hovered over her.

She'd barely had time to get used to this new form and he was already seizing her blouse in his claws, shredding it open and revealing bra-clad breasts underneath. The sheer fabric had an elaborate flower-like pattern that left most of her mounds exposed but coyly hid her areola. “Oh my. Is this my counterpart's design? It seems she's rather naughty, too.”

“You talk too much,” he mumbled. He slid a claw under the band that connected the cups of her bra, and popped it, her milky tits spilling free, so pale he could see her veins in them. They were surprisingly voluminous, topped with delicate pastel pink nipples, which he licked with his incredibly long tongue, making the buds grow fully erect as he wetted them down.

He ripped away the blouse and bra, reducing them to shreds and tossing the offensive garments aside, good only to tease him so far as he was concerned. Or to satisfy a fetish. He studied her skirt for a moment, then yanked it down, removing it from her boot-clad ankles, then chucking it too. Below was a pair of frilly panties with the same floral pattern which left everything but the slit of her labia exposed, and even that he could see due to the cameltoe she was sporting. A tiny bow completed it.

“Cute,” he observed before he peeled down her undergarments. He breathed in the musk of her sex on the piece of cotton's crotch, then popped them in his maw and chewed on them, swallowing it down. “Not bad.”

“You hardly seem like yourself today, Spike. Are you certain you're okay?” She remembered the fire ruby, panicking that it had been lost when she'd transformed, but breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted it lying on her shelf. How had it gotten there? She hardly understood any of this. She turned back to meet his gaze, staring at those strange yet oddly familiar eyes.

She stared down at herself; her heaving breasts with each sharp intake, her navel, child-bearing hips, and her tight womanhood, her pubic hair cut into the shape of her cutie mark. Her blush deepened in her cheeks, and her buttcheeks turned a bright pink as well, as she realized this shift from mare-to-woman had somehow restored her hymen, too! “H-how?!”

“A wizard did it.” He chuckled. “Well, close enough!”

Rarity sat up. “You're not Spike.” She covered her breasts with her arms. “Who are you?!”

With a strained sigh Discord reverted back to his usual self. “Okay, fine.” He crossed his arms with a snaggle-toothed pout. “Happy now? I wanted a shot at you, and figured this was the quickest way to get into your panties!”

“By invading my room, deceiving me, and trying to take advantage of me?! Haven't you learned anything?!” She threw a pillow at him which he took to the face. “You...you beast! Brute! Monster! You'll never be on Spike's level!” She pointed at the door. “Get out!” She was thankful she'd listened to her instincts, rather than allowing him to take this any further.

He clicked his fingers and restored her clothes which appeared on her. “Wait, let me at least-”

“Out. Now.” He sulked but vanished. She huffed and stared at her reflection, still trapped in human form. When would this wear off? Well, maybe it wasn't so bad! She'd track down Spike and wash the awful taste of this out of her mouth with him!

*****

Spike lazily wandered about Ponyville, now more than comfortable enough to travel by his lonesome, now that most of the citizens had come to accept and even welcome him. They no longer saw him as a potential predator despite how frightening he initially appeared. He made the rounds, saying hello to everypony he passed, unsure what to do with himself. He considered meeting up with Thorax, Big Mac, or Discord for a bit of guy time, but figured they were probably all busy, plus his changeling friend was quite a ways away and he preferred not to simply drop by unannounced without good reason.

Nearly an hour passed while he wandered about, the sunlight tickling his armor-like scales. He spread his wings and puffed up his muscular chest with pride, snorting tiny plumes of grayish-black smoke. Eventually he'd wandered to the outskirts, all the way to the entrance of the Everfree Forest, and decided he'd go for a walk there, maybe take a drink from a river.

A number of butterflies were settled in a circle amidst a clearing. His breath caught at the sight in the center; Fluttershy was seated on her haunches amidst them, Tree Hugger at her side, flowers woven into their manes. Some claimed the shy mare was even prettier than Rarity, and while he didn't fully agree, he had to admit he was pretty biased. She rarely wore makeup unlike his lady-love but simply relied on her natural beauty and charms...other than her tail extensions, if the rumors were true.

They were humming and enjoying a gentle breeze. He started to turn, wishing to leave them in peace despite how beautiful he found the sight, when the hippie called, “Hey there Spike. Like, totally come and join us, man.”

He slowly spun back and carefully approached. “I don't want to impose.”

“Nonsense.” She patted an area near her and the butterflies swarmed about and took skywards. “Get over here.” He approached the couple, noticing their eyes were unusual, from the shape to the color.

“You feeling okay? You look a little...off.” He tried to put it delicately.

“Yeah, man, totally fine. Like, meditation, chakras, love, peace, and stuff.” She seemed to pull a lit up joint from seemingly nowhere and took a drag. “This is the good shit. Want some?” On closer inspection her eyes looked a bit bloodshot.

“Nah, I'm good.” He sat close to them. “So, what are you up to? Just enjoying nature or something?”

“Oh yes,” said Fluttershy who practially chirped the words. “Actually, um, I was hoping I'd run into you.”

“Me? Sure, Fluttershy, what can I do for you?” He shook his head, drawn in by her beauty, but reminding himself he already had a herd. One he was completely satisfied with. Still, he couldn't help but admit he was a smidge curious.

“W-well...um...you see...” She bowed her head, letting her thick mane drape over half her face, partially hiding it in a way that somehow made her even cuter. “W-we talked with your herd. They told me all about your relationship.”

“Really? I hoped I'd be able to break the news in a better manner.” He frowned a little.

“I think it's wonderful!” She spread her plume wide. “Tree Hugger and I are quite happy together, but, well, she's always saying I should be open to new experiences, and I...I...” She whispered, “I kind of want to do it with you.”

He pinned back his fin-like ears, figuring he must've misheard her. “Do what now?”

“M-make love to me, Spike. You can even have a go with Tree Hugger too, if you like.” The hippie shot him a crooked smile.

“I mean, it's not like I'd be opposed to the idea, but I'm already a part of a herd. Sure, they've let me sleep with a few others on the side, but it's always been with their permission. I simply can't. Sorry. Maybe ask them first some other time?”

“Actually, we already did. They're, like, totally cool with it,” said Hugs.

Spike pursed his snout. “Are you sure? I was supposed to meet up with Rarity a while later.”

Fluttershy unleashed her poutiest whimper, unable to hide her tears under her mane. “Y-you don't like me? You think I'm ugly and stupid? I tried so hard to work up the courage to ask you and now you're going to turn me down?”

“Whoa, hold up!” He raised his claws. “I never said that! I mean, sure, making love with you is like a dream come true, but are you really okay with that?” He wanted to ask if this was her first time with a guy, but he was hesitant to pry so deep, even if he'd heard rumors that the pair had shacked up with Discord recently. Still, he tried not to pay those any real mind.

“Of course.” Fluttershy and Tree Hugger produced a golden apple from behind them, and held it between their forehooves, looking at him with sultry eyes and taking a slow, sensual bite from the crunchy treat, its juices running down their lips.

He couldn't look away. He watched their tongues meet over the half-eaten snack, and his loins started to stir. Even so he couldn't help but feel something was a bit...off about them. It was obvious Tree Hugger was high, at least. He couldn't help but wonder if Fluttershy was, too? He considered leaving but remember Shy's teary face and couldn't let her down. Plus, he couldn't deny how much he wanted to do this. “So...should we do this here? Or back at your cottage? Maybe start slow?”

“Nah,” said Shy who lazily rolled onto her back, spreading her buttery thighs. Her tight pink slit and puckered butthole were exposed to him, her dock tilted so that it wouldn't hide her naughty bits. “It's not the same when filly-foolers do it.” She blushed bright with half-lidded eyes and her wings spread to full span. “Come on, you big stud! Rut me senseless. Make me a mare.”

“Wow.” He wasn't certain if he was more surprised by her uncharacteristically lewd behavior, or how dirty she could talk, but hearing it come from her innocent mouth made both his dragonhoods slip from their sheath and stand to full attention.

Tree Hugger mimicked her friend's position. “Don't forget me too, man. I'm, like, totally ready for that cock, and stuff.”

He started with Fluttershy, wrapping his claws around her midsection, and sliding his pink, ridged shafts into her love tunnels. She was by far the tightest mare he'd ever taken, and he sank in slowly, rupturing her hymen and feeling a trickle of blood run down his dick. He paused, buried partly in her. “Um, are you okay? Just tell me if it hurts, or I'm going too fast, or-”

She pressed a hoof over his snout. “It's fine. I'm tougher than I look. Call me assertive Fluttershy!” She wrapped her limbs around him, drawing him closer, deeper, until he'd bottomed out in her. “Come to momma! Breed me, daddy!”

Now he wondered if she really was high out of her mind and started to question if he was making a mistake. However it felt so wonderful, so perfect inside her, that he was hesitant to stop now. She was messily kissing him, biting his lower lip in a fierce manner, so hard it would've drawn blood from a pony. Not to mention Hugs was draping herself on him too, planting pecks all over him as well, dragging her titties over his shiny scales. She took hold of his spade-tipped tail, directing it into her cunt. She draped herself over his tail, taking its tip in deep as she could, squishing her teats together over one of the spines, and pressing another one upon her asshole, which clenched when the fleshy piece pressed into her hole. He wheezed between his teeth.

His dragon instincts threatened to overwhelmed him, a need to fuck and dominate, but he did his best to restrain them, knowing Shy in particularly probably wouldn't want to be taken so roughly, especially for her first time. He liked to think he'd mastered this more bestial side...but somehow having the most submissive, virginal mare he could imagine under his power almost made him lose all sense of himself! He tried to take it slow, but his hips were moving on their own, picking up speed.

“Don't hold back now,” she urged with a dopey expression. “It doesn't hurt at all!”

He moved just a smidge faster, hearing squishy noises below him but dared not push her any harder. He knew from experience Applejack, Rarity, and even the usually gentler in the bedroom Twilight could take it, and Tree Hugger likely could too, but tender-hearted Fluttershy? He'd rather not test the limits and end up doing something they might both regret.

“Harder, damn you! Harder! I know a big, strong dragon like you can do better than that! Pound me into submission!”

That pushed him too far. His eyes glazed over, and his nostrils flared, his more animalistic side taking hold. His teeth nibbled on her lower lip, pressing his weight upon her soft plush form, impaling her hard with both meat sticks. She shuddered and wailed, while Tree chuckled with her usual goofy smile, still inhaling her joint and breathing out vapors while she fucked him too.

It didn't take long before a familiar heat built in him, and his lengths throbbed, making him growl as he painted her warm insides. She gushed with him, almost as if on command, drenching his soft underbelly, his powerful sense of smell practically drowning in her sweet sexual musk. He came-and-came, overloading her belly which swelled, drinking in the last salty drop.

He huffed with her as his sanity started to return. “A-are you okay, Fluttershy?!”

“Yeah...best lay ever,” she whispered in a sensual manner. “Hope you're not spent yet, Tree needs a proper turn!”

He reluctantly withdrew from her near perfection, a mixture of their excretions clinging to their nethers when he pulled back, but one look at a Tree Hugger, who'd bent over and shook her rump at him made him eager for another round. He grabbed a clawful of her dreadlocks and mounted her, wasting far less time, knowing earth ponies usually had far more strength and stamina than other types. He figured that's why their type was so numerous; they were practically breeding machines!

He rocked atop her, losing himself in the moment, claws digging into her soft buttocks and breasts as he groped them. He nibbled on her neck, her backside pressing into him, the joint falling from her maw. Nearby schlicks sounded as Fluttershy continued to masturbate herself, watching the pair get it on, her hoof buried within her snatch and thoroughly soaked wet.

“Groovy, man. Like, totally bust a nut all over my slutty face!” She yanked free of him, taking one of his cocks into her mouth, deep-throating him, while she used both hooves to stroke the other rod. She took him fiercely, moving swifter by the moment, until he couldn't hold back anymore. She stuck out her tongue, taking his excessive load which splattered all over her face until it was soaked white, while more of his hot seed filled her mouth. “Fuck yeah,” she cooed. “I'm your cumdumpster!”

She swished and chewed on his splooge in a lazy manner, making it bubble within her gullet. It clung to her gums and stuck between her teeth, the excessive amounts running down her face and over her chin.

Shy wandered over, and they started to swap the snowball back-and-forth between them. This went on for a couple of minutes before they swallowed the wads with a slurp, licking their lips afterwards.

So lost were they in the moment that none of them heard a twig snap under a boot until the newcomer was almost atop them. They turned to see a humanized Rarity who stood with arms crossed. “That's not Fluttershy or Tree Hugger!”

Spike's heart nearly stopped. He suddenly felt like he'd been caught with his claw in the cookie jar. “W-what...?”

The mares suddenly vanished and in their place stood Discord who burst into crazed laughter. To him it was all one big game. At least that explained Shy's eccentric behavior, and why Tree Hugger came off as a caricature of herself. He wanted to smack himself for dismissing their bizarre eyes so easily. Was he still so naïve even after all this time?

Tons of questions raced through Spike's now erratic mind. What had happened to Rarity? Had he unintentionally betrayed his herd if he'd been tricked into cheating on them? Was it gay to sleep with a shape-shifter if they took on a different gender? And did he care when it felt so good? He never would've expected the supposedly reformed trickster to go this far!

His mind raced with confusion. With a sense of dread he lowered his snout, fearing how his love would react...