The Golden Apple of Discord

A pair of golden apples were laid out before Spike's herd. They had decided to meet at Sweet Apple Acres, at a table in the open air where Applejack's family would often meet for a meal. Rarity smiled at an awestruck Twilight and Applejack, who looked between the unicorn-turned-woman, while Spike lazed nearby, taking shade from the afternoon sun under a tree.

“...and that's the story thus far,” finished Rarity who spread out well-manicured hands.

“That dirty snake in the grass,” said AJ with narrowed eyes. “Can't believe he'd go that far to get in your panties!”

“Thankfully I trusted my instincts,” said Rarity who studied her reflection in an apple's finely polished surface. “He still hurt Spike, though. Not to mention the foul way he used the likenesses of poor Fluttershy and Tree Hugger!”

“I reckon we outta toss 'em.” She spat onto the dirt beside them with a curled lip that brought out her freckles.

Twilight shook her head. “No way! I mean, I'd like to study them, at least. Plus, I'd kind of like to try on a human form again. Admit it. You two already put it to use, didn't you?” Spike and Rarity looked at each other with a shared smile. “That's what I figured. I...never tried anything like that as a woman.” She remembered Flash Sentry and blushed. Sure, it was probably just raging teenage hormones that had made her attracted to him, plus she'd moved on far beyond him, perfectly contented with their herd, but she wanted to know if the sex would be quite different? “Think of it as a little hands-on research!”

“That's one way to make school fun,” said AJ with a hearty laugh. “Guess I'm in, too!” Even so she eyed the apples suspiciously. “Hope I don't regret this. For all we know, Discord could pull a fast one on us...”

“He tried to offer them up as an apology,” reminded Rarity. “I was ready to pulp them, but Spike had a point when he said it would be a terrible waste. Not to mention I too am curious what your counterparts look like?”

“Very cute. At least, that's what I was told.” Twi blushed at the memory. “You too, Applejack. You have those same adorable freckles on the other side.” She traced the cowpony's cheek. “And anypony can see that you're lovely as ever, Rarity!”

“Indeed,” said Spike who swished his spaded tail about. “Wait until you see her without clothes!”

His herd flushed at the idea. Nudity seemed natural here, but somehow having to obscure their bodies, lest they break a taboo, made it suddenly a thousand times more alluring. Usually ponies would intentionally dress up to eroticize themselves! Rarity wasn't certain whether her new form had affected her mind, but she somehow felt self-conscious all of the sudden, not that she would let that stop her before her loved ones. “We have the farm all to ourselves today, yes?”

“Darn tootin'. Wouldn't want them nosin' in.”

“Very well then.” Rarity rose from the bench before the table, stood to the side a few paces back so they all had a clear view of her, and then performed a slow, sensual striptease, starting with her blouse which she lifted over her shoulders, and dropped beside her. Next she slid down her skirt, stepping from it, studying their eyes which dared not so much as blink.

“Now begins the truly fun part,” she teased, the clasp of her bra undone, and she exposed her milky mammaries to the gentle breeze. Spike salivated a little, Twilight chewed her lower lip as her wings reflexively unfurled, and Applejack pulled a washcloth out from under her stetson usually reserved for farm work, wiping beads of sweat from her forehead.

The fashionista turned so that her backside faced them, bent over to where she could easily touch her toes hidden beneath her heeled boots if she wished, and jutted out a pale ass whose cheeks were rosy, hidden only by the thong-like purple lingerie. She wrapped her digits in the band, and peeled it down in an excruciatingly slow manner, baring her sweet derriere to Equestria. She let the garments slide to her ankles, the pastel pink of her tight asshole and matching slit of her womanly mound peeking out. She stepped out of her underwear, standing proud with hands on her child-bearing hips, legs askew in a dominant fashion.

“Wow...” Twilight wished she had killer curves like that, but her body had been comparatively average, if well-shaped.

“I suddenly wanna tie her up with a lasso and do all kinda unmentionable things,” mumbled AJ who whistled. That desire only increased when Rarity spun to face them, giving them a full-frontal show. “What in tarnation is that?”

“Pubic hair,” said Twi whose cheeks were rosy. “It confused me too when I first saw mine. Of course mine wasn't trimmed like that.” She studied the way the purple patches were shaved into Rarity's cutie mark shape. “I, er, sported a full bush.”

Rarity ran her nails through the purple curls. “I think they're simply adorable! What do you think, Spikey-Wikey?”

“I could explore that diamond cave for the rest of my life!” His chops smacked. “Man, I'd like to plunder it right now, but we really should get on with it, don't you think? It's your day now, Twilight. How do you want to spend it?”

“I want to satisfy my curiosity, of course. You don't mind, do you Applejack?” She shook her head. “Good.” She bit into the fruit, savored its sweet flavor, as aside from its appearance it seemed to be a pretty plain treat. Her physique stirred like it was about to pop, and moments later her transformation was underway, hooves turning to humanoid limbs, her snout slid in, and curves packed under clothes which manifested upon her were filled out. Her horn and wings shrunk away, her mane turned into hair. She took a few clumsy steps, as it had been years since she'd been in this shape. She wiggled her fingers experimentally.

“Not bad. You're adorable,” said AJ with a wink. “Mind if we see what's underneath?”

“Not at all.” She wondered herself. She was older now, a tad more filled out, though nowhere near Rarity's statuesque form. She fumbled a bit with removing her outfit, not having the nerve to attempt a striptease of her own, and instead casually removed her clothes and underwear until her boots were all that remained. She posed with her hands behind her. Shaped by her subconscious desire, her pubes were trimmed into a neat patch but hadn't been so bold as to fully remove them.

Spike wandered over, and delicately placed his palms on her shoulders. She shivered a little, shyly struggling to meet his eyes, a a small smile playing at her lips. “Go on,” she squeaked. He traced her curvature in a slow, sensuous manner, and she closed her eyes with a sharp intake of breath, happily shuddering as it palms wandered over her denuded frame. “Ah...Spike...”

“Darn, don't I feel left out.” AJ crunched into her own apple. “Yee-haw!” She stood on her hindlegs and stretched, not fighting and fearing the transmutation like the others had, but instead riding it out, forehooves raised above her turning into arms, and the rest of her swiftly followed, until she took on the likeness of her human counterpart, even her stetson resizing itself.

“Whoopie. Isn't that somethin' else.” Unlike them she wasted no time, almost tearing out of her clothes unceremoniously, annoyed she had to temporarily remove her hat to get her top off, but then stuck it back in place, she too leaving her boots while the rest was discarded into a pile. To her delight she had freckles in a number of places, particularly on her heavy breasts and powerful buttocks, and all her womanly bits had tanlines to match her counterpart. “What the hay?!”

She traced the blonde fuzz that covered her vulva, almost invisible until the sunlight reflected off the hairs. “Humans sure are weird. Uh no offense, Twilight. I know you spent a lotta time in that world. Curious what Sunset Shimmer looks like now...”

“Maybe I can have her send a picture sometime,” mused Twi who walked in a slow circle around the cowgirl to check her out. She squeezed her well-toned body, feeling a bit of muscle packed under those luscious curves, which weren't quite to Rarity's level but far surpassed her own. “Wish I was hot as you two,” she whispered fearing she wouldn't be able to please Spike. They were total knock-outs, and while she had her adorkable charm, to her it didn't compared to their wild confidence. The fact that they had adjusted to their new shapes so fast unlike her was proof enough in her mind.

“Don't be silly,” he assured her. “You're all perfect in your own ways!”

“Prove it, then. It's my day, so my rules, right?” They all nodded. “Well then...I want you to take charge today, Spike. And not in some nice way to please us like you normally would. I...” She reddened. “I want you to do whatever you want with us! Whatever wild fantasies you have...let them out. We can always use a safeword if any of us feels uncomfortable!”

Spike swallowed hard and looked between his herd. “Is it really okay?” They nodded in unison. Their bond was now such that their minds were almost as one whenever they felt comfortable. Of course they naturally all had their preferences.

He slowly breathed in. “Okay.” He tried to think something up he'd always wanted to do but never dared ask. Granted little came to mind. They had spontaneously fulfilled almost every desire he had in the past and still continued to surprise him. He seized one of the benches placed before the table and pushed it aside. “All of you, line up and bend over the table.”

Almost tripping over each other as they made haste to obey, Rarity draped herself over the far left side, with Twilight in the middle, and Applejack on the right, the trio's breasts smooshing on the surface, plush asses stuck in the air. He seized their arms, wrapping them behind their backs in a firm manner, but taking care not to harm them. His eyes settled on AJ's lasso which he saw looped to a tree nearby, and he undid it, then used the rope to bind their wrists. He pulled it taut, making certain it wouldn't constrict their bloodflow, just enough so that they would be rendered helpless for what was to come.

Again he hesitated, taking a moment to admire his work, studying their delicacies which were laid open to him. “So, should we have a safe word? Just in case. I don't wanna do anything any of you are uncomfortable with.”

“I sincerely doubt that will happen Dragon Lord,” said Rarity with a sly look over her shoulder.

“Maybe it would be a good idea. Just in case,” admitted Twi. “How about...C-Cadenza?” She blushed harder than ever, as the word slipped out, remembering the way her foal-sitter disciplined her on the rare moments she'd had to. She recalled the swift strike of hooves on her buttocks...and had been curious to try a proper spanking with him, but was too self-conscious to ask.

“Invoking Cadance is your safe word?” He grinned. “Odd choice...”

“That's fine by me but I don't need no safe word,” said AJ with a slow lick of her lips. “Ready to put me in my place, partner?”

He gripped her ponytail and yanked her head back. “Patience, applebottom.” He studied her posterior which seemed to gleam like a polished apple in the sun, like her breasts and crotch much paler than the rest of her, dotted in tons of brown freckles. His palm encircled one of the fleshy cheeks. “You could use a lesson in manners, though!” He drew back his arm and swatted the buttock. She gritted her teeth under the surprisingly hard impact, her firm but surprisingly tender flesh rippling.

“Bad girl,” he hissed alternated between her buttcheeks, raining down blow-after-blow, her body arcing and grunts escaping between her clenched teeth as he showed her no mercy. She was by far the physically toughest of his herd; he knew she could take it! In fact, she'd be terribly disappointed if he even thought about taking it easy on her. It would be an insult.

Sweet applejuice dripped between her powerful thighs as he continually plied his work, soft pants escaping her mouth, her freckled face burning as he worked her over but denied her any other form of release. She wiggled her posterior, struggling to meet the eyes of her fellow herd members as they watched her be disciplined with a mixture of bemusement and envy.

“That all ya got, Dragon Lord?” She shot him her most challenging smirk. “I didn't learn anything!” He used his tail to pluck a tiny apple similar to the one that adorned her cutie mark from a tree, opened her mouth wide, and stuffed it in, silencing her smart mouth. He then used more of her lasso to hogtie her in the same way she would a particularly rowdy animal.

He'd rendered her completely helpless. Red palm prints on her sweetcheeks marked her as his. She winced when he slapped both of them hard at the same time. Her freckly mounds heaved, more feminine excretions flowing from her snatch, but he refused to fuck her like she desperately wanted, working her up into a crazed frenzy which he wouldn't sate until he wished.

Twilight chewed her lip. “I never knew you could be so dominant, Spike! I mean, we've all seen you work over Rarity, but I figured that was just an attempt to fulfill all her fantasies!” She squirmed. “N-not so rough with me...please?”

He smiled at her nervous expression. “You're even cuter when you beg.” But just as he'd been rather forceful with AJ as she liked, he pampered Twi with a gentle touch, gradually tracing down her curves in a delicate manner. It was akin to a massage, and she twisted into him, unable to hold back little mews. He peppered her in soft kisses at the same time. “You like that?”

“Y-yes...Spike...Dragon Lord.” She kicked her booted feet with barely contained, girlish glee. Claws kneaded her small but well-shaped tush, and she wiggled about, pushing herself impatiently into his touch. “I-I've been a bad girl, too, haven't I? Don't I need to be disciplined?” She met his gaze in a needy manner that matched her voice as he practically begged him to put her in her place. “Eeep,” she cried when firmly laid hands upon her derriere, applying almost playful strikes on her booty meat.

He took it much slower with her, his pace and roughness increasing, but with a delicate and romantic touch, hot breath falling on her ears as he constantly whispered how much he loved and needed her. She was huffing like her lungs were about to burst, like some crazed fangirl at a boyband concert, on the verge of swooning as giddiness overwhelmed her.

She looked back at him with a glazed expression, her shape soaked in a thin sheen of sweat that radiated in the sunlight, her face twisting in a stupefied manner as more soft cries escaped her. “N-never leave me Spike,” she whimpered, her loins now nice and soaked, while he constantly traced and spanked the most insecure member of his herd. His tongue pressed to the crack of her arse, tracing up her spine, and she wailed, closing her eyes as a few spurts escaped her nethers, unable to take anymore.

“Naughty, naughty. I didn't give you permission to cum! Oh well.” He smiled at the panting, half-conscious mess bent over before him, already worked up to insane levels while he'd punished AJ. He'd simply finished her off! He pushed a few fingers into her slit, coating it in her love fluids, and sticking the digits in her mouth, which she greedily sucked on with a coo.

Lastly he moved on to Rarity whose pale butt was already blushing. Her backside was the shapeliest of all, just a hitn more than AJ's, and not toned like hers as the mountains stretched lout heart-like. He pulled them apart and watched them wobble back into place. He'd already smacked her ass well on numerous occasions, as she often encouraged him to take charge.

“I'm a bad girl. The absolute worst. Dominate me. Make me your bitch,” she demanded with a pinkened face. Maybe it was the stress of running such a tough business, combined with the fact that she was the unspoken leader of their herd since she put it together and often laid out their plans, but she liked to fully surrender control to him in the bedroom. Of course she had also promised to submit to his whims should he ever demand it. They were always free to leave the herd, after all. Not that she'd ever even consider such a thing. In turn it was his responsibility to make certain they were well cared for and satisfied at all times.

A clawful of her hair was twisted, reminding her who wielded the power when he wanted to, and he reared back a palm, which he slapped onto her jiggly cheeks. “Th-that's right. I'm a dirty slut,” she whined as clear droplets dripped from her pastel pink snatch. “I like to pretend I'm classy, but I'm the filthiest whore in all of Equestria! I need you to make me pay! Badly!”

She whimpered when he denied her, instead lining himself up with a dazed Twilight, and sinking his lengths into her waiting loveholes. She writhed under his powerful muscles as he carefully placed his weight atop her, palms encircling her average breasts as he mounted her. “You re just as beautiful as the others,” he assured her. “Don't let anypony tell you otherwise!”

He looked between the irritated AJ to his right, squirming helplessly at her bonds and slobber dripping from the sides of her apple-stuffed lips, failing to properly mouth a string of curses as he denied her release. To his left Rarity thrashed in a similar, most unlady-like manner, forced to watch as he railed a moaning Twi. “You're cruel, Dragon Lord! Please!”

“Fine,” he huffed between thrusts. “But you'll have to get off with what I give you!” With his left hand he sunk a couple digits into Rarity's unbelievably tight asshole, and with his right he did the same to AJ's darker taint, sinking his fingers all the way in. Somehow their sphincters seemed unnaturally clean after their transformation, perhaps an intentional effect Discord had placed on the apples, or perhaps due to their subconscious desires when they transformed. He didn't care to speculate much.

He pushed in-and-out of them in rapid succession, feeling their holes clench about him in an almost violent manner as they tried to push their edged pussies over, AJ's sphincter in particular so strong it would've snapped the bones of a human male's when she applied herself. He brought up his tail, the spaded tip striking Twi's posterior, and she yelped some more with each hump.

After a few minutes AJ's dam finally broke, not used to feeling so helpless but finding it surprisingly enticing as she lost herself in the moment, that combined with the anal stimulation causing her cunt to quake as she gushed her nectar. She bit down so hard on the apple it was crushed into pulp, messy chunks exploding from her mouth with a cry of, “Rawhide!”

Rarity tried not to snort with laughter at the kind of dumb things that came out when they were so turned on, but watching the other herd members get off made her womanhood burn too, tightening on nothing, wishing she had his powerful cock to fill it. His fingers continued to fish inside her anus, and she wailed banshee-like, squirt-after-squirt shooting from her birth canal.

Convinced his herd was satisfied for the moment, he took Twilight a little more roughly, determined to finally sate his own needs. Thankfully she was quite receptive to this, grinding herself back against his crotch, staring back at him in a dopey manner as for once she allowed her mind to totally blank and simply lived in the moment. “S-Spike...cum inside me,” she begged with the knowledge that a dragon's seed bonded his mates to him. They had all become loving addicts to its virility.

“You asked for it!” His jaws sunk into her silky hair, biting down and jerking it back, making her yelp as he roughly squeezed one of her breasts and asscheeks. At the same time his spade tail alternated between slapping her other tit and buttcheek. His wings unfurled to their full span as his dragonhoods throbbed, and he bottomed out inside her, a war cry escaping his open maw when he packed in hot jets into her funholes. The heat and sheer force threatened to overstimulate her as she spattered him.

Her belly swelled from the semen which sloshed in her womb, bonding with her, and a crazed part of her was almost tempted to forego one of Zecora's potions, wondering if he could impregnate a human woman and what the result would be. Thankfully common sense won over, reminded it wasn't worth bringing new life into Equestria just to satisfy her scientific curiosity, especially when should it succeed it would put her and the child at risk. No, she wasn't ready to become a mother. Maybe never.

*****

Knowing that Fluttershy would try to bear her grief alone, Tree Hugger took matters into her own hooves, inviting Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash over to the cottage. She decided it best not to share all the details for now. “Discord kind of had a falling out with Spike's herd,” she explained outside the humble abode. “Like, can you help Fluttershy deal? Angel and Mr. Bear are trying to console her, but we can only do so much, you know? You probably know her better than anypony, Dashie.”

Rainbow Dash tried to keep the irritation from her face. Sure, she'd rush over to help Shy in a split-second, but seeing the hippie brought up all kinds of painful memories, as she'd once confessed a desire to start a relationship with the pegasus only to be snubbed. How could she choose this airhead over her?! “Yeah, fine.” She pushed the door open and stalked inside.

“Hiya, Hugs! I'm sure Flutters could use a laugh or two! It's the bestest medicine!” Pinkie bounced inside, but despite her apparently carefree attitude she took the situation seriously, determined to cheer up her friend however she could!

They went to Shy's bedroom where she'd retreated, and while Tree Hugger normally wouldn't invade her personal space, letting her lover work things out at her own pace and trying not to push her, she couldn't help but sense Shy's spirit breaking down from her self-imposed isolation. She'd swiped the hidden keys and unlocked the door. “Sorry babe,” she mumbled.

Layers of blankets were wrapped around Fluttershy who laid curled into a fetal position. She'd been sobbing her eyes out for days on end, trying to come to terms with Discord's actions. It hurt worse than the time he'd betrayed her so many years before when he'd sided with Tirek. This was a personal attack on two of her closest friends, not to mention he'd used the likenesses of Tree Hugger and herself to do it, and she felt torn between her loyalties to all of them. Was what he'd done unforgivable?

He'd probably committed far worse crimes in older times. She'd tried to block out awareness of what he'd done in the past, convinced herself he had a good heart, if only he received the love and kindness he secretly craved. She'd tried to mold him into something softer and sometimes he seemed to secretly resent that.

A basket with golden apples had appeared on the kitchen table, a parting gift from him she supposed, but she refused to take a bite. Thankfully the fruit didn't seem to spoil. Nor had any of her animals touched them despite their curiosity. Although she had caught Tree Hugger eying them curiously sometimes. "I think his cult members carried them," she'd said. "Not like he founded it or anything, but since he totally turned Equestria topsy-turvy, some treated him like a deity!"

Rainbow seized the blankets and tossed them aside. “Wake up, Fluttershy! You can't wallow in self-pity forever!”

She spun to face her with eyes red from tears. “Go away!” She chucked a pillow at Dash who easily batted it aside. “Just leave me alone, all of you!” Using another pillow, she buried her head under it, until Rainbow ripped it away too.

Pinkie seemed to full a framed picture from nowhere she'd brought with her, which showed a bunch of exotic creatures she'd seen in her travels around Equestria. “Hey, check this out! Aren't they neato?! Wanna take a trip with me?”

“Maybe some other time,” muttered Shy who realized they wouldn't leave no matter what she did. She sniffled.

“There, there, babe.” Hugs lived up to her name by embracing her, as Rainbow scrunched up her snout. She rocked her in her forehooves as she whimpered and whined like a newborn foal. Not that she minded spoiling her! “Thanks, you two. Really.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem.” Dash exhaled. She had to admit they made a cute couple. And it probably wouldn't have worked out in the long-term if Shy had taken her up on the offer. Their lifestyles simply weren't compatible. She simply felt this surge of jealousy at being denied without having a proper chance! She whispered, “Take care of her, okay Tree?”

“You know I totally will,” she said with a crooked smile.

“Sure, whatever.” She tried not to imagine the hot-and-heavy sex they must get up to behind closed doors.

With another sniffled Fluttershy said, “I...I want to speak with Discord. It wouldn't be fair to completely abandon him before I know all the facts. Um, the problem is I have no idea where he's disappeared to?”

“We'll find him,” said Pinkie who hopped up-and-down. “You'll carry me, right Dash?”

“Sure. Why not.” She rolled her eyes. “You two softies should stay here until we bring him back.”

“Oh no. I'm coming too,” said Fluttershy as she rose from the bed and tested her wings. “Tree Hugger, I'll carry you.” The couple shared a warm smile which made Dash visibly bristle. “Angel and Mr. Bear should be able to look after themselves.”

Hugs pressed close to her buttery lover. “Thanks, babe.” She tussled Shy's mane, peppering her in little kisses that made her coo, staring at Dash all the while with those sleepy eyes and a crooked smile. Rainbow wasn't certain if it was merely a show of affection to assure her partner...or another chance to rub in the fact that she'd stolen her away!

“Stupid Facehugger,” she mumbled remembering an old nickname Discord called her. She and Pinkie were still itching for a shot at Spike, but this took precedence.

The party set out to ask around in hopes some clue to Discord's presence would make itself known. They would scour the whole of Equestria if necessary to locate him. Fluttershy had become a much stronger flier over the years, but she would still struggle to carry Hugs over a long distance, the latter packing up a satchel with supplies, including a few golden apples which she sneaked in. Their first stop was in Ponyville, and after questioning the locals they would take it from there.