Chapters The Golden Apple of Discord
Pinkie Pie was the sort of mare who tried to keep abreast of what everypony was up to. Not that she wanted to be nosy, but she was curious by nature, and strove to make certain her closest friends in particular were always happy. As a consequence she'd ended up spying on Spike's herd, watching it form over time, and doing her best to keep it a secret until they were ready to break the news. It started to drive her crazy as the weeks passed...especially once Rainbow Dash suspected something was up.
She'd done her best to slip away and derail any conversations about what secrets she was keeping, which merely served to frustrate Dash even more, the pegasus often stalking her across Ponyville. Luckily, it wasn't hard to give her the slip despite her speed, due to how surprisingly sneaky she could be. But after hours of evading her even she was starting to get worn out!
The sun bore down on her, Dash having kicked aside all the clouds, leaving the blue sky blank. Ponies were going about their daily routine, ignoring her as she scuttled by, a silhouette always looming behind her. She slid under carts, weaved between mobs, and hopped from place-to-place, trying to keep low so it would be harder for Rainbow to scoop her up.
She started to duck behind Sugarcube Corner, relieved she was almost home...and stumbled upon exactly what she'd tried to avoid. Behind the quaint little shop Spike was busy mounting Rarity, biting her lower lip to halfway silence her moans, the fire ruby on a chain bouncing in tandem with her milky, veiny tits each time he slammed his twin cocks into her. She sucked in a gasp, stunned. Why'd they have to pick this spot of all places to start fucking like wild animals in heat?!
Not that she could blame the attraction; that predatory dominance and sense of danger, knowing that a dragon could end her life at any time, yet realizing Spike would never harm her. Of course the idea of dragons eating ponies was outlawed since Celestia and Luna came to power, but a subconscious realization they were prey remained a genetic memory still passed down.
She spotted Rainbow's shadow closing in from the corner of her eye, and intentionally let herself be spotted to draw her attention away from the couple, making a mad dash away. But where to hide? She decided to seek refuge with one of their friends, and settled on Fluttershy's cottage, since it wasn't too far away, and hopefully Dash wouldn't force her way in?
It didn't take long before she reached her destination. She was about to start hammering on the door, only to spot some movement within, and decided to take a teensy peek into the window. Her eyes shot wide open.
It wasn't a well-kept secret that Fluttershy and Tree Hugger were in a relationship, even though they tried to keep it on the downlow. However, she never expected to see them involved in a foursome with Discord and the Smooze! He was busy reclining and smoking one of Tree's joints, wearing a pair of sunglasses, while the mares happily bounced atop his dicks.
The bundle of slime would roll over their bodies, stimulating them with its odd texture and warmth. The lovers would kiss atop the draconequus, thankful he'd helped them take their relationship to the next level, and so he was now invited around on occasion to participate; his kinkiness was a bit too much for Fluttershy to handle all the time!
Pinkie shook her head with bemusement, wondering if all her friends had gone crazy. Instead of interrupting their joyous session, she took off running again, and rather than try and take refuge in the Castle of Friendship she decided to haul ass all the way to Sweet Apple Acres. Surely an upright mare like Applejack wouldn't be too busy to help a pal out?
She huffed and panted and perspired, racing at top speed to try and beat out Dash. Failing to spot AJ around the trees, in the fields, or about the animal pens, her eyes darted between the house and the barns. Seeing that her pursuer was almost atop her, she instinctively made her choice, rushing into a barn and slamming it behind her.
Sweat beads rolled down her face when her eyes focused. “Oh! Um, hi!” She waved.
Twilight Sparkle and Applejack flushed deep, locked in a passionate embrace while they made out. “Th-this isn't-”
Applejack raised a hoof to hush her partner. “Yep, we're lovers now. Got a problem with that, sugarcube?”
“Not at all! But you know, a lie by omission is still a lie! Still, I suppose it's to protect a friend or two!” Pinkie pressed her ample rump against the door where Dash was currently banging to be let in. “I, uh, kind of stumbled on you two, Spike's, and Rarity's secret some time ago! I haven't told anypony, but I don't think I can keep it hidden from Rainbow Dash any longer!”
“Then I reckon it's about time we told her.” She held her stetson to her freckled bosom. “Go on, let 'er in.”
Twilight wiped cold sweat from her brow, her heart hammering. “A-are you sure? What if she-”
“It'll be fine. Trust me. Rainbow can be juvenile, but she's a loyal friend. I'd stake my reputation on it.” And they very well could be since they hadn't broken the news with many ponies. Not everypony agreed with the herd concept. Some claimed it was sexist or immoral. But with mares outnumbering stallions so badly there were only so many options. “Step aside, Pinkie.”
She reluctantly did as instructed and Dash swept inside, leaving a rainbow trail behind in a blue blur and kicking up bits of straw which rained around them. The pegasus barely pulled to a stop before colliding with a wall. “Hey, what gives?”
Pinkie swallowed, feeling it wasn't her place to explain. “W-well...” She turned to them for support, shrugging.
“I can explain,” said Applejack who took a step forward. “You two know what I herd is, right? 'Course you do. Rarity was in one with Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis. Well, she decided to start up a little shindig with Spike, invited Twilight here in, and then me once they were good and ready. It might seem queer to some ponies, but we take are relationship seriously.”
“We do have lots of fun though,” admitted Twilight with a bright blush. “I've learned so much about dragons!” She started to recount facts with swelling pride. “For instance, while dragons might be stronger and more long-lived than ponies, they're also far less intelligent on average, and with a much higher mortality rate due to their recklessness! Probably nature's way of ensuring they don't flood the whole of Equestria with swarms of them. Could you imagine that? Oh, sorry! Got carried away!”
Pinkie sat on her haunches swishing her poofy tail about. “No, it's really interesting! Tell us more!”
“W-well,” she continued suddenly feeling self-aware. “Dragons have a pretty stagnant culture since they have little need for technology. They have a very tribalistic, might-makes-right society.” She recalled the way that Ember had practically forced herself on Spike, riling him up until he lost himself to his instincts and ravished her. “And apparently...drake semen is incredibly addictive. It bonds their mates to them whenever they...er...inside them...” She trailed to a whisper, turning beet red.
Pinkie twitched an ear. “What was that?”
“Whenever Spike cums inside them,” stated Rainbow with a barely contained snicker.
AJ rolled her eyes. “No need to be crude, now. It's all from the heart. And we all love each other.” She held Twi in a possessive manner, planting a kiss on her cheek. “If that aint natural, I don't wanna know what is!”
“Ooohhhh,” said Pinkie whose tail swished faster. “Can I join, too? I mean, being a free pony is nice and all, and I like getting lots of action on the side, but maybe it would be nice to settle down too, and I'd like to try it for a while, so-”
“I dunno,” cut in AJ who pursed her lips. “I'm not sure you're a right fit for our herd. Plus, it'll be a bit crowded.”
“Awww....please?” She gave them her best puppy-dog eyes. “I can behave!” In truth it was more curiosity than anything. She'd always wanted a roll in the cupcake batter with Spike but never dared ask him. But seeing him rail a blissful Rarity made her more determined than ever to have a shot at him. “Pretty please? With an unpopped cherry on top? Just one night?”
“Well...I don't mind,” admitted Twi who figured it would at least spice things up. “All of us have to be on board, though.”
“Hmmm,” mused Dash who perched atop a stack of hay. “Maybe I should give your harem a try, too!”
“It aint a harem,” reminded AJ. “It's a herd. We all consider ourselves equals here. Sure, we do our best to please Spike, and Rarity likes callin' the shots outside the bedroom most of the time, but we each have a day with him all to ourselves if we want each week. Okay, maybe we do kinda play the role of his fluffers while the chosen mare takes her turn...”
“That's hot.” Dash's imagination was on fire at what the herd got up to in private. She lazily stretched her wings. “What do you say, Applejack? Afraid Spike'll trade up for me once he tastes the rainbow?” She shot her the cockiest smirk she could muster.
“Fine. If Rarity and Spike are okay with it, ya'll can have a night with him. 'Course, you don't mind sharin', do ya?”
“Nah, that's fine. Just hope he can handle the most awesome mare in Equestria! Oh, and the funniest, too!” She pulled Pinkie close with a wing, already thinking up all the things she could potentially try with Spike. Sure, she'd had a few flings with lots of potential paramours; a number of the Wonderbolts, Gilda, Quibble Pants, Daring Do (At least in her dreams!), but she'd never been able to settle down. Heck, she and Pie had even had a few romps in their time, usually when they were piss drunk.
For her part Pinkie had to try hard not to bounce all over the barnyard walls. Not having to keep this a secret anymore was relief enough, but a night of fun with Spike? It was almost too much to wish for! Of course she wasn't certain whether they'd all agree to it, but her heart was set on it anyhow. A shame Fluttershy would be left out, but it's unlikely she'd ever go for it regardless. At best maybe she could convince her, Tree Hugger, Discord, and the Smooze to let her in own their sessions?
The mares decided to go their separate ways in preparation for what was to come.
*****
Becoming bolder as her sex life became kinkier, Fluttershy still insisted they kept their relationship private, but after a naughty suggestion from Discord, and Tree Hugger shrugging in a why not sort of way she decided to take up his offer, too. She and Hugs stood in her cottage before a full-length mirror in her bedroom, and she exhaled sharply in anticipation. The Smooze watched from one side, what passed for his head tilted, while Angel Bunny thumped his furry paw with a glare.
The draconiquus had transformed himself into a pair of insertable plugs topped with shiny jewels. It was a risque sort of fashion statement, usually reserved for underground cultures on the wilder sides, and far beyond a similar bit of fetish wear like a saddle Rarity had taken to wearing. With a flush she and Hugs inserted the buttplugs into each other's plotholes, and she moaned low when it sunk in, her sphincter reflexively constricting around the piece once it filled her warm tunnel.
Tree Hugger smacked her lover's rump which wobbled under the impact. “That's a nice look for you, babe.”
“Th-thanks.” It was strange enough to stick Discord in such an intimate place, but to go out in public like this? She could feel him occasionally wiggle inside her, making her nethers leak down her loins. “Don't tease me like that, Discord!”
“Ah, but where would be the fun in that?” His chuckles sounded from their rears, making her redder. “Ready to hit Ponyville?”
“Um...okay.” Fluttershy sat on her haunches and patted the bunny's head. “Don't worry, we'll be back in an hour or two. I've prepared your favorite salad and left it on the table, so try and enjoy yourself, okay?” He nodded, softening.
With a crooked grin Tree Hugger said, “Let's mosey.” The sleepy-eyed hippie lazily took the lead like she often would, leading her love out of the cozy little abode and on the path towards Ponyville. Within a short time they reached their destination, and Shy kept her tail firmly tucked down over her privates, while in contrast Hugs hiked hers up a bit in a daring manner.
It was normal for ponies to wander around nude, but clothes had a manner of drawing attention to their usually innocent bodies, sexualizing them, and doubly so in the case of fetish-wear like a buttplug. But the idea it was a sentient creature on top of that? She could only imagine the scandal, and felt her lower holes clench in response, the taboo nature of it all leaving her lower half drenched. She darted her eyes about as her heart raced, swearing the ponies she passed could smell her musk.
Her limbs trembled and she huffed, her barrel rising and falling, until Hugs steadied her. “Easy now, babe.” She stroked her love's pink mane. “You're like, doing totally great, you know? I'm really proud of you for stepping outside your comfort zone.”
(Yes my dear Fluttershy,) telepathically spoke Discord into their heads. (You've been most accommodating! But how about we kick this up a notch to make it more interesting, hmm?) He transformed himself into a second pair of plugs...much larger ones which were embedded deep within their snug pussies, soaking in the warmth and moisture of their hot pink love tunnels.
Tree Hugger's sleepy eyes rolled into her head as she opened her maw to cry out a silence orgasm from suddenly being so thoroughly filled, and she barely managed to clasp a hoof over Fluttershy's mouth, whose dam similarly broke as she gushed with her, only she couldn't restrain her blissful shriek which Hugs could barely muffle. Shy's wings shot out, fully erect.
Not that Discord let up even when they were about to crumble, enjoying the way he could blissfully torture the pair, playing with their most intimate parts hidden from view to the populace. They were barely able to maintain even a lazy gait, and were forced to excuse themselves from the crowded streets, given odd looks from the unaware citizens who passed and assumed they were under the weather. That was until he caused their docks to raise, fully lifting their tails and exposing them to a stunned audience still nearby. His almost insane sounding cackles echoed in their skulls, unable to control himself any longer.
“D-Discord,” cried a stunned Fluttershy who whined in a feminine manner.
“Whoa,” mused Tree Hugger in a more laid-back fashion. “Trippy.”
“Sorry, couldn't resist!” Sure, he'd mellowed out a tad over the years, and had been on his best behavior when Fluttershy and Tree Hugger invited him over, fearing that if he misbehaved he'd miss a chance at such hot pieces of ass, but he'd managed to restrain most of his impulses. He still couldn't resist torturing Angel Bunny when they weren't looking, though!
In truth he could easily make proxies of the pair and have them any time he liked; but it just wouldn't be the same. Thus he'd restrained himself in the hope he'd get a shot at Fluttershy for real one day, and his patience had finally paid off.
On the other hand he he'd once made a temporary copy of Tree Hugger when he thought she'd stolen his friend away, summoned up a few copies of himself, and hatefucked the absolute shit out of her, calling her every degrading thing he could think up to vent his frustration. That memory often helped whenever he needed to get off hastily.
He'd finally grown a little fond of her, at least. However, he decided it best to keep what he'd done a secret! She'd probably chuckle in a way he once would've thought was mocking him and shrugged it off, but he tried not to show his pettier side to Fluttershy when he could help it. Sometimes he almost felt like another one of her tamed animals!
The pair stumbled down an empty side street, taking refuge in the shadows away from prying eyes. Tree's eyes looked even sleepier than usual, while Fluttershy panted, unable to stop thinking about how what happened would be burned into the brains of the witnesses. She couldn't deny how hard her marehood was winking, though. Why did this all turn her on so much?!
Unable to contain her hunger any longer, Tree Hugger lifted the pegasus up and practically slammed her into a wall, locking lips with her in a sloppy manner. Shy wrapped her limbs and wings around her as their tongues danced, nibbling on each other's mouths. “Oh Tree,” she whimpered between kisses, trails of sticky saliva strings still connecting the worked-up couple.
Not be be left out, Discord moved within their slippery walls, rocking them to the core. They clenched down their holes in response, focused entirely on one-another, not that he minded being their toy with all the interesting and fun times they provided! He massaged their wet interiors, even able to see, smell, and taste them on a whim even in this guise.
Tree almost knocked the wind from her lover when she pounced atop her, pinning her below as they continued to make out. Their limbs wrapped around each other, pressed barrel-to-barrel, their tits smooshing as their erect nipples caressed and danced. Wanting to push this even further, Discord mutated the plugs inside their holes once more, transforming them into a pair of dildos that connected them. But these were no ordinary toys, not only resembling a pair of horsecocks that ended in flared heads at both tips, but they felt exactly like the fleshy protrusions too, veiny and pliable as they swirled within their warm loveholes.
Hugs seized Shy's ankles on her backhooves, lifting them up and pulling them back until they surrounded the pegasi's head, angling herself to drive in deep as she could manage, bottoming out once his flared tips hit their cervices. “I-I want to be fucked by a tree,” cried Shy nonsensically as her eyes glazed and her mind was doped up by bliss. Normally Hugs wouldn't be so rough and domineering, but something about Discord's presence seemed to bring out all the things they tried to repress within them.
She smacked atop her, ass-to-ass, breasts-to-breasts, and pussy-to-pussy, small translucent spurts erupting from their marehoods each time which squished with schlick sounds. He massaged their spongy g-spots with surgical precision. Swollen, glistening lovebuds kissed and danced, throbbing as they rubbed into each other, making their snatches continually leak.
Within mere moments they squealed and came as one, well attuned to one-another by now, almost of one mind, body, and soul when they lost themselves in their passions due to the meditative sessions they undertook together. Their cunts winked and constricted with their assholes repeatedly with each full body spasm, like a bunch of vices around the wetted cocks.
He throbbed and spurted inside of them, painting the insides of their fuckholes, increasing the heat and volume of his seed to impossible and almost absurd levels. Their wombs swelled until their bellies distended, to the point where Fluttershy feared they'd pop, the mares pushed once more over the edge by the sheer force on their unmentionables, making them squeal and squirm. He refused to let up until he was certainly they couldn't take any more, fearing he'd permanently break them. Sure, Tree Hugger had obviously been around some, but compared to a kinky creature like him she was still an amateur.
The couple collapsed unconscious, and the pair of double-headed dicks plopped loose with an audible plop, their gaping holes oozing bathfuls of cum which continued to churn, slosh, and bubble within them, their eggs swimming within his dense milk. He transmuted back into his usual self, laughing and smacking their cutie marks, which made their plush asses jiggle about.
“Another pair of satisfied customers!” He bowed to an invisible crowd that clapped and cheered. “No, no, don't thank me all at once! I couldn't have done it without my lovely assistants!” He produced a camera from nowhere, zoomed in on their most intimate parts, and snapped a bunch of pictures with a blinding flash. “Ah, but what to do now?” With a snap he teleported the sopping, cum-drenched mares back to their shared bed in the cottage, certain the Smooze and Angel could look after them.
They'd fulfilled him for the moment. But he wanted more! Much more. He sneaked a peek at the mares that passed, their privates casually on display, usually on all fours like they were always ready to be mounted by any stallion that passed. So far as he was concerned they were practically asking for it! Not that he dared share that opinion aloud.
He pulled up a number of windows in midair to spy on the happening's around Ponyville, going back to Spike's herd with a chuckle, a mixture of arousal and envy swelling within him. A devious idea started to form in his mind...
Author's Note
This is just the opening gambit; expect a number of characters in this series to potentially make cameos!
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...
The Golden Apple of Discord
Spike's world spun around him while he tried to make sense of what had happened. He could barely look his beloved Rarity in the eye, the mare-turned-woman standing with arms crossed and staring down a grinning Discord. For a moment none of them dared speak, an uncomfortable silence settling between them, interrupted only by the rustle of leaves in the Everfree Forest. Unable to take anymore, he decided to break it. “I thought we were friends, Discord.”
“We are! Admit it. You had fun. I probably fulfilled a fantasy you've had since you were a wee one.” He chuckled, manifesting a thin moustache which he pulled on, and a black top hat on his head. “You need me around to keep life interesting!”
Unable to utilize her magic in this form, Rarity settled on scooping up the largest rock she saw, and chucked it into his face. He winced but didn't even attempt to dodge, his smile falling. “Do you truly think it's okay to lead somepony into sex by deception?” She strode over to Spike and hugged him, pressing her slender yet shapely physique upon his musculature. “You took advantage of him, and would have done the same to me, if I hadn't figured it out. Thank Celestia I didn't let you!”
Spike clasped her back to his chest, basking in her warmth. “Why, Discord? Did I piss you off or something?”
“No...nothing like that.” He summoned a chair which he settled back into, crossing one leg over the other, suddenly in a bathrobe as he smoked a fancy cigarette. “The truth is I was...I was jealous! Okay, I admit it! I saw what your herd built and wanted a piece of that! Sure, Fluttershy and Tree Hugger have let me fool around with them, but I'm just a third wheel!” A penny farthing bicycle appeared near him. “I wanted to see what it was like being Spike for a day! Big deal!”
“I don't care how many petulant excuses you make! Your behavior was deplorable! Unacceptable! Had you decided to try that and Twilight or Applejack instead...” She fumed all over. “Why, I may never have forgiven you.”
“Yes, yes, well it didn't happen.” He shook a paw like he could wave it all away. “I mean, I helped Spike fulfill a dream, and provided you with this beautiful new form, too!” He held a full-length mirror before him to reminder her of the new guise she'd taken; he'd placed a portion of his reality-warping power in a gold apple. “Doesn't that count for anything?”
“You hardly did that for our sake's,” she reminded him. “Your motives were self-serving, as always.”
Discord grumbled. “I obviously can't win with either of you. Well, I'll be off-” Rarity started to step forward to stop him, but Spike tackled the draconiquus, kicking up dirt as he pinned him to the earth with his claws. “Oh? You want to go?”
Spike wasn't certain he could beat him in a fight if it came down to it. Sure, he was physically stronger, maybe faster too, but his foe was admittedly sharper, and what chance did he have when his opponent could seemingly alter anything at will? He could forgive the way he'd been taking advantage of easily enough. But doing the same to one of his lovers? That's where he drew the line. His nostrils flared, and he felt a furnace build in his belly, but he restrained it, smoke rising from his snout.
“Just...stay far away from now on, okay? That means me, my friends, their families...” His hot breath fell on Discord's sulking face, as did beads of drool from his bared rows of sharp teeth. “Don't make me do something we'll all regret.”
Rarity nodded. “Otherwise, I'm certain Celestia and Luna would be interested in hearing about this. I'm certain the birds in Canterlot Garden would love to rest on a fresh Discord statue...and perhaps shower it in their droppings, too.”
“What, you'll tattle on me?” His tone was mocking but he subconsciously caused himself to pale to comical degrees. “Fine. Really, I'm sorry. It's just a prank that got out of hand. Here, I'll even leave a parting gift.” He vanished but a pair of golden apples sat before Rarity. He disembodied voice called, “You know what to do with them!”
Rarity pressed a heeled boot atop one, ready to crush it into pulp. “You really think our forgiveness can be bought?!”
“Wait.” Spike studied the fruit. “I mean, it would be a waste, don't you think?
She had to admit they were rather debonair. She hated to destroy something so aesthetically pleasing just to sate her rage. But neither did she want to accept a gift from him. “What to do with them, though? I suppose he wants us to try them on Twilight and Applejack...” She had to admit some curiosity about what they would look like as human women. Alternatively she could ask Spike to try one...but since he was apparently a mutt in that other dimension, she swiftly decided against the idea.
“I mean, I'd like to see what Twilight and Applejack would look like, if they're up to it. Heck, if they aren't, maybe I can ask Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash. I'm sure they'd like to give it a try!” He smiled as she picked up the apples, almost able to wash the bad taste of what happened out of him. He stared at the earth. “Um, about all that. I'm terribly sorry. I-”
She pressed her index finger over his snout. “You have nothing to apologize for. Put it out of your mind post-haste.”
His heart ached at his unintentional betrayal as she set aside the apples. “But I-”
“Not. Another. Word.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed the drake who was perched on his hindlegs. He wrapped his leather wings around her. She lifted up her blouse, until it was completely off, and let it fall, her breasts hidden by a floral-print purple bra. She unlatched it, dropping it to leave her pale mounds topped by pastel pink nipples free. “A-are they weird?”
“Not at all. They're one of the most lovely sights I've ever seen.” She smiled shyly with a mild blush. Fumbling to remove her skirt, she discarded that too, until merely her underwear and boots remained. “Would you like to do the honors?”
His loins felt like they would burst. There was a moist spot on the crotch of her panties, and the musk of her sex somehow smelt stronger than it ever had, until he realized her virginity had somehow returned in this shape, her flower overflowing with hormones like she'd never been laid in her life. He breathed the scent in and salivated. He'd never wanted to be inside her more.
His clawtips dug into the band of her frilly underwear, and gradually peeled it down, first exposing purple pubic hair cut into the shapes of her cutie mark, then he left most of her soft pussy exposed save for the slit, which he finally uncovered like it was the greatest treasure hidden in Equestria. Which to him, it was. A delicacy he could feast on for the rest of his extensive life.
“The boots are sexy. They kind of accentuate your legs. Mind if I leave them on?” She nodded with a deeping blush, and over her shoulder he could see her buttcheeks turn rosy too, unable to hide her arousal just like when she was a mare. “All right!” He wrapped his palms under her curvy thighs, and lifted her up, her arms wrapping around his neck for support.
Her bare back and buttocks pressed against a tree, and she wrapped her legs around him, which crossed to draw him in closer. “Ravish me,” she commanded. Not that he needed encouragement! Still, she looked fare more delicate than a pony in some ways, and his palms encircled her fleshy buttcheeks, the tips of his claws kneading but not quite breaking the pale skin.
He slowly pierced her with his shafts, Rarity wincing and biting her lower lip when he punctured her hymen, a trickle of blood leaking with her feminine juices as he deflowered her. “It doesn't hurt too much, does it?”
“No,” she wheezed taking a mere moment to adjust. “Deeper.” She didn't know how long this new guise would last but she'd make damn certain she got the most out of it in the meantime. He obeyed, sinking further into her welcoming love canals, which stretched to accommodate him. She giggled and squeezed herself around him, including her limbs and nethers, sweaty breasts rapidly rising and falling as she huffed and drew herself against his taut muscles, making him bottom out in her.
She was lifted up by claws clasped around her blushing asscheeks, then slammed back down, her body juttering as she bounced atop him. She squealed in delight, his tip colliding with her cervix, making her cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She was huffing and reddening, staring into his gaze, trying to banish the aftertaste of what Discord had done. “I-I love you, Spike!”
“I love you too,” he hissed between his teeth, trying to restrain his instincts, and the urge to unload then and there. But that wouldn't be fair to her, not to mention he wanted to draw out his pleasure, too. So far as he was concerned, she was lovely no matter what form she took, and this one was the most exotic by some distance.
His tongue slowly lapped over one of her tits, slurping as he raised it up, only for the fatty mound to flop back into place. He circled her areola, wrapping around it and the rest of her breast, compressing it. She cast her head back with a whine as he suckled her erect nipple, and to both their surprise sweet milk spilled from it. He pinched her untouched breast with his digits, droplets of lactation beading on the tip, until a creamy stream sprayed from the tip. “An intentional side effect of the apple?”
“It's really hot,” he admitted. Greedily he massaged her breasts, milking them as she mewled, small jets splashing his face and into his mouth. He wrapped his snout around one, drinking directly from the tap, while he continued to roughly squeeze the other, hammering into her lower holes the entire time. By now she was soaking, thin release dripping from her.
“Faster,” she demanded and he thrust in more roughly, now acclimated to the point where he was certain she could take it. His well-toned hips slammed her ass against the trunk, scattering leaves around them. “Unf,” she cried with her teeth grinding so hard she feared they'd break. But she loved it when he didn't show her any mercy, railing her senseless, which he did with his usual gusto, rocking her comparatively small physique under his titanic form. “Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me, Spike! Fuck me!”
“I'm fucking you!” He strained to keep up with his love without breaking her, kissing, groping, and sucking on her, squishing both her tits together with his palms. He carefully latched onto her nipples with his teeth, and drew back, stretching the pink buds and distending her strawberry creams to the limit. Her pale, veiny jugs were pulled taut, and she chewed on her lower lip to suppress her whiny moans. Her holes contracted around him when she shrieked, spraying all over his heated loins.
He doubted she could get knocked up by a dragon in this state, and decided to give her both barrels, his balls boiling over with relief as he painted her sex holes. Blast-after-blaster erupted into her with a violent force, and she wrapped around him so hard she might have hurt a human male, wailing the entire time, tears of joy making her mascara run in streaks.
He filled her pussy and asshole, her uterus swelling under the volume of his virile seed, its heat and sheer ferocity with each massive jet pushing her over the edge again, drenching her thighs and his crotch in her love liquids. He drained every last drop until her, until her stomach jutted out like she was heavily pregnant, quivering all the way to her ovaries. “Fuck...yeah...”
She stared at him with sleepy, half-lidded eyes, barely conscious as she basked in her afterglow. “Let me down,” she said and he reluctantly withdrew his dicks. Strands of their mixed excretions dripped down. She instantly went to her knees, taking one of his dragonhoods into her lips, kissing the tip and marking it with a lipstick kiss mark. She used her deft hands to work his other shaft, pumping up-and-down the wet tool, trying to squeeze even more cum from his well-spent testicles.
She met his gaze with wide, innocent eyes, her makeup messy and smeared, sloppy noises sounded when she struggled to take his cock all the way down her throat. “Don't push yourself...ooohhh,” he moaned, his thickness sliding down her gullet, choking sounds escaping as she forced herself to take him all the way to the base. She'd do anything to satisfy him. It left her fulfilled. And she knew he was too kind to ask this of her despite how much he desired it. Plus, she adored the taste and feel of it.
Tears wetted the corner of her eyes, and she sucked on the hilt, leaving a red stain from her lipstick around it. She pulled herself free with a pop, huffing as her breasts rose-and-fell, spittle drooling from her mouth onto her generous tits. She steeled herself, knowing this opportunity might never come again. “Put your claws on my head and facefuck me roughly as you can.”
He swallowed hard, more precum reflexively starting to leak from his cockheads. “B-but...”
“Do it. I can take it,” she said with such fierceness he felt compelled to indulge her despite his reservations. He seized her hair in his claws, twisting the locks hard and making her yelp, then he forced her mouth down upon his thickness, a gargle sounding from her when he drove himself all the way down. He smacked hard into her ruined face, grunting as his instincts to dominate arose anew, and he fucked her mouth like it was a wet and warm pussy, his other dick repeatedly slapping her on the cheek.
Her expression twisted with sheer bliss, more tears and makeup running down her now fully flushed face, her body juttering each time he smashed into her. Normally he hesitated to use much dirty talk, worrying he'd be degrading his partner if he pushed it too far, but she'd always encouraged it so he let himself go. “Good girl. Suck my cock. Take it .”
She suckled on him, rolling her tongue about, completing submitting to him. He strained with a groan, and forcibly yanked her head back, knowing there was no way she'd be able to take the full force of his ejaculation in this guise. “Open your mouth wide,” he ordered and she happily obeyed, lolling her tongue out, arcing out her bosom, and clasping her hands behind her.
He jerked his rods in rapid succession, crossing the streams as ropes of cum repetitively struck her hair and face, filling her mouth, and showering her sweat-beaded, heaving mounds, until she was halfway drenched in his dense batter. “That's it. Guzzle that foal-batter,” he commanded surprising himself. She cheerfully followed his instructions with a smile.
He struggled to remained standing, sleepy after all the times he'd spent himself today. He watched her rub his splooge into her breasts like it was a moisturizer, encircling the orbs, and she scooped up more from her face and air, slurping it down without shame, a show of affection to prove she accepted him completely. She'd do almost anything for him. In turn he looked after his herd's needs, as they did his, making certain they felt well-loved and satisfied with each session they undertook.
*****
Discord teleported to Fluttershy's cottage. Where else could he go? He was tempted to thoughtlessly manifest inside like he usually did, even though his first friend had constantly urged him to knock, and with a heavy sigh he rapped on the door. He stared at the 'Welcome' mat Tree Hugger had placed down and wondered if that would be true anymore after today? He'd thought up tons of excuses and sob stories, but no. He had to come clean with her...eventually. Surely she'd forgive him?
“Maybe I should start my own herd,” he said to himself, pacing in a circle. “With blackjack and hookers and.... Oh, what's the use? It's all just empty, meaningless distractions in the end, anyhow. What reason is there to care about anything?” But he couldn't deny some part of him did care. He wanted company. But would it always mean neutering himself so much?
Fluttershy opened the door with a towel wrapped around her mane and shrouded in a pink bathrobe. “Oh, come in, Discord.” She tried to hide her shock that he'd finally knocked. “Tree Hugger,” she called to the kitchen. “Can you make our guest a cup of tea, too?” She smiled at the Smooze and Angel Bunny who sidled up beside her, patting them both.
He bowed his head and entered. “Thank you, Fluttershy.”
She immediately seemed to sense his melancholy mood. Shy and Hugs were unusually perceptive in his experience, almost empathic, and could always seem to sense when he was hiding something, though they rarely pressed him. “Come here,” she said taking his arm to lock it with one of her forehooves and leading him to a couch. “Have a seat, and tell me what's wrong.”
“Well...you see...” Normally he'd throw in some sort of visual pun, joke, or other distraction, but for once humor seemed entirely inappropriate. Tree Hugger joined them in similar attire to Shy's, laying out tiny cups that steamed. “I made a little oopsy today. One most ponies wouldn't be able to overlook. It's like this...I impersonated you two.”
“That's bad for one's karma,” said Hugs between a lazy sip. “ But hey, you've like got thousands of years worth of sin to burn off anyhow, so what's one more blunder?” He couldn't tell if she was mocking him when she cast him a crooked smile.
Shy tried to stay neutral, to not judge anypony before she heard their full side of the story. “Well, um, that doesn't sound too terrible. But why would you need to impersonate us? You know we're always there to help should you need us.”
“There's more. I kind of used your forms to...fuck Spike.”
Shy spewed hot tea all over him. “You what?!” She dry heaved as Hugs patted her back.
“N-now calm down. I kind of wanted to try the herd idea too, thought maybe he could help me give it a test run. Oh, I kind of impersonated him too and came onto Rarity, but she saw through the disguise...” He tried to dismiss that with another wave. “Anyhow, they're both pretty pissed off at me now, even though I said I'm sorry. What the heck else can I do?”
“Totally not cool,” said Hugs whose sleepy, unblinking eyes seemed to bore into his soul.
Fluttershy started to cry softly, trying to muffle the sounds, the hoof holding her teacup shaking until she dropped it on the carpet. Her lower lip quivered and she attempted to hide her straining face under her mane. He could barely stand to hear her heartbreaking whimpers, and he wanted to embrace her, but Hugs, Angel, and even the Smooze beat him to it.
“I...I'm truly at a loss, Fluttershy. I never meant to hurt you.” Too ashamed to stay a moment longer, he teleported outside the cottage, standing back on the trail that led away. He took one last look at the cozy little abode, and then decked himself out in a business suit and briefcase, aimlessly hitting the road on a walkabout. Not that he was into spiritual journeys like Hugs.
But maybe that's what he needed? Or at least some time to reflect, something he rarely ever did. He was usually too busy losing himself to the next distraction. Once he thought boredom was the worst thing possible. But being alone suddenly seemed a thousand times worse. What hadn't he screwed up today? Was he welcome anywhere anymore?
Once upon a time he'd resigned himself to the idea that life was rather pointless, so he filled it with more nonsense, surrendering himself to pleasure. Even the cults that formed around him were victims for his amusement. But he'd finally found a measure of purpose in friendship, and now he'd lost that, too. All because he was never truly satisfied.
He started to walk away and heard the familiar squish of the Smooze behind him, leaving a slimy trail wherever he slid. With a snaggle-tooth smile he patted the creature's head. Well, at least some creature hadn't abandoned him! He sniffled and wiped away a solitary tear. “What to do now, old friend? I'm at a loss. Guess we'll see where the path takes us!”
Author's Note
Discord to Spike: It's just a prank, bro! (PRANK GONE SEXUAL.)
The Golden Apple of Discord
A desire to understand what made dragons so great inevitably led Discord to the Badlands. Of course he knew the drake was far from average; he was practically half pony after being raised around them, a fact which had caused Spike much confusion. Lava bubbled and rolled throughout fissures in the rocky land. He breathed in the fumes which stand of sulfur, waving a paw over his face which he covered in a gas mask. “Nice place.” His eyes took in the mountains which decorated a hellishly red horizon.
At his side rolled the Smooze which left a thin slimy trail behind him. He watched some figures sail the skies, while others lazed about or wrestled, the beastly creatures indulging in their most primal instincts. He remembered a cave he'd often spied on when 'researching' (More like shameless masturbation fuel!) Spike's herd and made his way there.
Stepping into the gloom, a pair of eyes shined in the darkness, and a plume of fire erupted, which he dodged with a ballerina-like pirouette complete with a frilly tutu. “Now, now, is that how you welcome guests? I'm hurt! Princess Ember, isn't it?”
“That's Dragon Lord to outsiders,” she called from the back. Her soft belly was quite swollen from the eggs Spike had put in her. Most hatchlings wouldn't make it, as dragons weren't supposed to directly interfere with their young on the hunt shortly after they hatched lest they become too dependent on their mother, but even so she was fiercely protective of them.
“Forgive me, your highness.” He bowed with a flourish, unable to hide a tinge of sarcasm. “You look well.” It was true. Her body was slender yet well-curved, her bosom shaped in a way that resembled breasts despite her lack of nipples.
“Thanks, I guess. Can't say the same about you. So what do you want?” She flicked her tail about.
“Well then, I'd like to know a few things, if it wouldn't be too much trouble?” He summoned up a chair and settled into it, adjusting a pair of glasses and readying a pencil, a clipboard settled across his lap. “Why Spike in particular?”
Ember blushed despite her fierce expression. “Why not?! You've seen what dumb brutes most dragons are! A bunch of stupid, sexist bullies I can run circles around all day! Letting one of them mate with me would be an insult! But Spike, well...” She turned away. “He actually cares about his mates. He's...nice. A bit too sensitive, but I can help whip him into shape!”
Discord jotted down some observations, and also doodled in the margins. “Ah, I see. You like the tough-but-kind type. Yes, that might explain why his herd likes him so much.” He winked at the Smooze who settled patiently beside him.
“Nothing so mushy in my case. I just want some offspring that aren't so dumb they won't make it to puberty! Dragons aren't like ponies. We don't worry too much about consent or things like that. It's a might-makes-right society here.” She seemed almost wistful but quickly shoot that softer side away. “Nope, Spike's not much like most of the drakes I've met, at least!”
“I see, I see.” He studied the pictures he'd drawn of himself and Fluttershy, encircling them with a heart. Was it love? He certainly cared about her more than anything else in his long life. Enough that he'd thrown away almost limitless power just to please her. Plus, he'd made some other pals who amused him enough! Of course, he'd probably lost them all, too...
He pulled on his beard. “So...how would you like a go with me?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Ember scoffed. “Why would I want a loser like you to stick his dick in me?”
“Loser?! I was the scourge of Equestria! Worshiped like a deity! Even Celestia and Luna feared me! I brought the whole world to its knees for a time, something that Nightmare Moon, Chrysalis, Sombra, or...okay, Tirek came close, but that only counts in horseshoes!” He spun a horseshoe around a finger. “Why not give me a shot? You're not tied down, right?”
She rubbed her egg-filled soft underbelly. “True, but-”
With a poof he transmuted into Spike, an almost perfect likeness, save for eyes that resembled his own, especially the coloration. “I'm like Spike, but better! I can turn into anything! Do almost anything! Any fantasy you have, I can fulfill!” He posed for her, showing off his chiseled musculature. “How about a test-run? I want to see what dragon mating is like!”
She scratched her chin, considering. “Well...I would like to see if you're as good as Spike. I gotta warn you though, dragons are pretty rough. We'd break a mere pony once our instincts kick in. Can a weirdo like you handle it?”
“Of course I can! Question is, can you?” He looked at her swollen womb. “You look ready to pop!”
“Nah. Dragon eggs are a lot harder than they look. Not to mention I'm not the type to be broken. You're free to try, though!” She issued it like a challenge, having little patience for creatures who took it easy on her. She'd had to goad Spike into making him fight and ultimately dominate her; if he'd failed to she would've taken him instead. It was the ultimate insult to a drake's macho pride. Especially since a dragoness could close up her cervix and deny any chance at impregnation.
She felt no attachment to Discord but it's not like that's how dragons tended to choose mates anyhow. They simply fucked whoever looked interesting, and while he wasn't her type, she had to admit he was certainly memorable! Plus she wanted him to put his money where his mouth was and prove he could outdo Spike. She shot from the cave, taking to the red sky.
A grin split his face. He could easily teleport on the cocky dragoness and put her in her place...but why not go through the song-and-dance routine? He clumsily stomped from the cave and shot skywards, finding his new shape harder to command than he liked to admit without cheating. “I'll give you five minutes to catch me,” she warned. “Otherwise, you'll have to find another dragon to fuck you! I'm sure that loser Garble would be desperate enough!” She wiggled her scaly rump at him.
“Oh, you little...” He beat his leathery wings to keep up, straining his muscles, but she already had quite a head-start, not to mention she was far swifter and more agile than most of her kind. She dodged between rocky hilltops, laughing at him! Smoke rose from his nostrils and fin-like ears, his heart racing as he pushed this muscular bulk to its limit without cheating.
He couldn't lie. He wanted that dragoness pussy. Badly! Convinced there was no way he could best her in a fair fight, he snapped his fingers, and suddenly a rocky hill jutted in front of her. At such speeds she couldn't stop or turn in time, slamming face-first into solid stone with a thud. She went into a tail-spin, dazed, landing in his muscular arms bridal-style.
“I'd say that you cheated, but that's poor sportsmanship to a dragon. We don't whine no matter how our opponents win. You outsmarted me,” she admitted with a curl of her snout. “Aren't you going to claim your prize?” She flicked her tail.
He threw his weight atop her and pinned her down with a goofy smile. Dragon mating rituals were fun! He'd thought Rarity and Spike wouldn't care if he deceived them for sex so long as they ultimately enjoyed it, but unlike ponies dragons didn't seem to care about consent in the same way. They took what they wanted and those who couldn't handle it weren't fit to survive.
He slammed into her fuckholes without ceremony, knowing she had little patience for romance. Especially from some stranger. He needed to prove he could fuck harder and better than Spike, and fast! “Unf,” she cried with a particularly hard thrust, immediately hitting her closed-off cervix. “Don't worry, there's no way a wuss like you could ever possibly hurt me!”
She felt wonderful. So warm and wet. Almost boiling. But something was missing. He produced a golden apple, this one enchanted with a variety of his power, and stuffed it into her mouth. Fangs chomped down on it, honey-like nectar running down the sides of her snout, and her perky breasts swelled a little more, until nipples arose from them. “What in Tartarus?!”
“Just go with it,” he said taking one erect digit in his lips and pulling hard on it. She winced and writhed. He made a couple of tiny claws materialize on his wings, using them to pin her wrists, while his hands curled around her ankles, lifting her legs up until her feet were side-by-side about her head. He angled up her ass and pussy, laughing as he violently smashed into her like a dominant dragon would. She huffed under him, splashing him with small spurts each time he bottomed out in her.
“N-not bad,” she admitted with a flushed and sweaty face. “Still not on Spike's level, though!”
“You might regret that challenge,” he warned flopping her onto her round belly, laying a claw upon her skull, and pounding into her with all he had. His tail wrapped around one of her tits, constricting around it, milking her until she squealed in a rather girly, submissive manner, unused to this sort of stimulation which was driving her much wilder than she'd ever admit!
He wrenched her arms behind her and locked them in place, slamming his bulk upon her scaly backside. His cocks expanded to fill her as much as he could, wiggling to caress her most sensitive, spongy part. Her eyes rolled into her head and her long tongue lolled out. She rapidly clenched her holes around him and whimpered in complete submission.
He wanted to drench her with his cum but wasn't certain she could take it in her impregnated state despite her boasts. Maybe it was another test for herself to see whether her eggs were worthy to survive; if they couldn't withstand such raw force she'd have to knock herself up with an even stronger batch. He decided to risk it, letting loose both barrels into her hot canals.
They shrieked as one in a war-like cry that shook the heavens. Not fully satisfied, he manifested a third dragonhood in midair which sunk all the way down her throat, completely claiming her as it fired more burning hot spunk down her gullet. Wads burst from her nostrils and bubbled with pops, her glazed eyes staring aimlessly as she felt limp below him.
He laid there for a moment, still locked in her, finding dragon mating habit simultaneously mundane and fascinating. It was like a predatory throwback to times before Celestia and Luna rose to power. Before civilization had neutered chaotic beings like him and ponies were forced to repress their fiercer instinct which rarely came to the forefront now. “Bah...polite society.”
A rainbow whipped across the sky, Dash's flying kick connecting with his side, sending him tumbling off the dragoness. She'd let Pinkie down to launch her attack, the earth pony bouncing up nearby, while in the distance Fluttershy hovered over, carrying Tree Hugger. “Get away from her, creep!” Dash scrunched her snout. “How dare you use Spike's likeness again after that stunt!” He settled onto his scaly butt, rubbing his aching side, and with a poof transformed back into his usual state.
Ember sat up too. “Hold up. That was my idea. I wanted him to prove he could do it better than Spike.”
Dash folded her forehooves, hovering in place. “Oh? And how did he stack up?”
“Not bad. Spike still has the better technique, but he has a ton of tricks.” She sniffed the air and looked at Fluttershy and Tree Hugger. “Ask those two about it. They can try and wash away all the evidence, but there's still a hint of his musk on them.”
Fluttershy turned cherry red. “N-never mind that!” She planted hooves on her shapely hips. “Discord! We need to talk!” He lowered his head, not seeing this side of her often. She reserved it for when he'd really screwed up. Of course he'd hoped for a bit more time to rethink his life, make amends, and maybe let tensions cool a little more before he finally confronted her.
“Hello, dear Fluttershy. Have the rest of you come to dress me down, too? Well, maybe I deserve it.” He looked downcast, but worked a cat's cradle between his fingers, hating to be idle at any time. “Is what I've done unforgivable?”
Dash started to speak but Shy covered her mouth. “I don't think so,” said the pegasus who fluttered over to him. “I can't speak for Spike or Rarity, but I can accept your apology. So does Tree Hugger.” She nodded at her over her shoulder. She wrapped her forehooves around his neck, and after a moment's cautious hesitation, he returned her warm and tender embrace.
“Group hug,” cried Pinkie who tackled him with a giggle and snort.
Tree Hugger wandered over to and held them. She looked back at Dash with that crooked smile. “Feeling left out, babe?”
Swallowing a string of curses at what Rainbow swore was a taunt, she reluctantly threw her forehooves around the group, with only Ember refusing to join in. They stayed that way for several moments, ignoring the heat and the stink of brimstone that washed over the area. “Hey Princess, want to head to Ponyville with us and see Spike?”
Ember stroked her chin. “Nah. You're pretty cool though, I guess. Not on my level, of course.”
She shot her a cocky smile. “Oh? Are you saying I need to be about twenty-percent cooler?”
The dragoness planted hands on her hips. “More like twenty-percent hotter!” They shared a laugh.
A part of Discord still couldn't help but fantasize about forming his own herd. He looked between the flock of mares, wondering if they'd go for it? Flutters and Hugs would probably try it at least, maybe even Pinkie, but he wasn't so certain about the rather picky Dash. He collected the Smooze and prepared to return home, hoping there was still time to make amends.
He didn't have a cutie mark like a pony to point him towards his destiny. They were bound by fate to a certain extent which no doubt made their lives easier. But maybe his freedom meant he needed to be even more responsible?
*****
Applejack's day rolled around, and since the effects of the golden apple still hadn't worn off, she laid out her plans to the herd. She had Twilight Sparkle and Rarity strip completely like her, forbidding them to wear anything but their boots, and of course her stetson which she refused to abandon. For the final touch they would take a slow ride around Ponyville. After some pleading with Rarity she relented a bit, allowing the fire ruby too, which swung on a necklace between her milky mounds.
She hadn't forgotten how poorly Big Mac and Shining Armor had behaved when this all started, and the sisters called in favors from their brothers, who would help them on this little exhibitionist venture. Rarity asked Sweetie Belle for her own part, the mare now a young adult, although she still maintained that filly-like innocence. Thankfully she readily agreed.
The trio set about on their trip with Spike following behind, drawing stunned looks from the citizens, most of whom had never seen a human before. “Giddy up, sugarcube!” AJ laughed and smacked her brother's muscular flank.
“Eeyup,” he mumbled with his head lowered.
Shining Armor carried his sister atop him, similarly downcast. “Why do I have to do this, Twily?!”
She straddled him bareback like her herd-mates, waving to those they passed, and delivering her own smack on his flanks to move him along. “You know why. Unless you want me to tell Cadance you cheated on her while she was away...”
“A-anything but that!” He'd suspected his wife was having an affair on him when she was away on political business, and tried to get back at her, only to realize he'd been worried for nothing. He and Big Mac had gone hunting for an easy lay and lost themselves to their instincts in a particularly heated moment when they spotted Spike and Rarity first getting it on. He deeply regretted it now, and like Mac he'd promised his sister a favor she could call in at any time, whatever she wanted as an apology.
“This is so neat,” chirped Sweetie. “Think I can get an apple from Discord, too?!”
Rarity exhaled. “Perhaps. I'm willing to forgive him...if he's truly remorseful.” With a cat-like stretch she basked in the warm sun which tickled her skin, hoping that she wouldn't tan; she was quite proud of her rather pale complexion.
She squeaked and hopped. “I can't wait to tell Apple Bloom and Scootaloo!”
“Please don't,” muttered Mac under his breath. “Bad enough that Sugar Belle knows...” She'd forgiven his infidelities after a couple weeks in the proverbial doghouse, but she certainly wouldn't forget his unfaithfulness any time soon. AJ had broken the news almost immediately after she and Granny Smith had chewed him out something fierce.
“Quite a dare, huh. Doubt even Dash'd be this bold,” said AJ who chewed on an apple with a crunch.
Twilight bounced between exhilaration and nervousness. She wiped a dab of sweat from her temple with an uncomfortable smile. “Do you think they'll figure out its us? I'm a little worried what this could do to our reputations...”
“Don't sweat it. Remember, we don't normally wear clothes. Just relax and enjoy it,” said AJ who waved her hat.
“Yes, I suppose you're right. I'm being too paranoid. Plus, I think Spike's loving the view!” Twi smiled back at the drake who watched their bottoms bob atop the ponies they were riding as the herd casually made their way down the marketplace.
They made another pass by Carousel Boutique where Coco Pommel and Sassy Saddles waved back at them with silk scarves. By this point almost everypony accepted Spike, what was once considered an intimidating, predatory appearance now a welcomed one. They cheered and smiled in unison, more-and-more accepting the once divisive idea of a herd. Of course this was helped by Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis, the couple coming out as having once taken in Rarity before she decided to move on.
Lashing his tail about lazily, Spike welcomed the acceptance he'd always craved. His heart swelled with how content his lovers had made him. The sun started to dip below the horizon by the time they decided to head home for the day.
Author's Note
Think now I've had every character that's appeared in this series make at least a cameo!
The Golden Apple of Discord
A number of ponies (Including a few that were temporarily turned human), Spike, Discord, and the Smooze were packed into Flutterhy's cottage. Space was made in the living room by the hostesses, Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, while the draconequus fidgeted with a crossword puzzle, anything to keep himself from having to meet all the eyes upon him. The humanized Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, and Applejack sat on the couch, while Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash lazed on the carpeted floor.
“Here you go,” chirped Shy as she fluttered over and passed out clinking cups of steaming tea.
“Healthy and tasty,” said Tree Hugger who helped her unload the tray. “Should help us all chill out a bit.”
Rarity took a dainty sip. “So, when are the effects of these golden apples supposed to wear off?” She tugged on her blouse. “I mean, it has been nice to experiment with new fashions, but I have no wish to remain like this forever!”
“Oh, it was supposed to wear off in a couple days. My bad.” Discord lazily snapped his fingers, and with a pop the humans transformed back to mares with a bounce. “Speaking of which...will you two ever take a bite?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“I'm game,” said Hugs who clasped a shiny golden apple. “Like, I can't wait to see what Shy'll look like...”
Fluttershy placed the now empty tray on a small table and sighed. “Um, will it be painful?”
“It felt a little odd,” admitted Rarity. “But it certainly wasn't painful!”
Twilight took another golden apple from a basket on the table and rolled it between her palms. “How exactly do these work? I ran a few studies on the cores left behind, and sensed a magic similar to yours, Discord.”
“Oh, I infused them with a bit of my power. In truth I could pretty much make them do anything!” He appeared next to Shy and Hugs, squeezing them tight. “Go on, take a bite! I promise you won't be disappointed with the results!”
“Never mind all that nonsense,” said AJ who narrowed her eyes. “Don't pretend we're all buddy-buddy now. You owe Rarity and Spike here a big apology. Isn't that the reason they dragged your sorry butt all the way back here?”
“Indeed...” He lowered his head, with a poof appearing in a black-and-white striped prisoner's uniform, complete with a ball-and-chain. “I've been bad! Very bad! I only hope you can find it in your hearts to accept my sincere apologies! Now, do what you want with me! Imprison me! Turn me back to stone! Exile me! Whatever you think is fair!”
“Now, hold on!” Shy flew up to him and wrapped her forehooves around his neck protectively. “Imagine being born with all that power and never being forced to grow and learn! He's like a stray animal! Doesn't he deserve another chance?”
Hugs shrugged. “Forgiveness is good for the soul, yeah? I think he deserves another shot.”
Spike looked to Rarity. “Well, I don't like to hold grudges, but I can't tolerate anypony messing with my herd, either. Still, there's no lasting damage to me, so I'd be willing to let it go. Are you okay, Rarity?”
“Yes...” She draped herself on his muscular back. “Okay. I forgive you, Discord. But that doesn't mean I'll simply forget this little incident. You need to understand that actions have consequences, and immaturity is no excuse for poor behavior.”
Discord shot her a snaggle-toothed grin. “Aw...thank you. And you're absolutely right, of course. I still have much to learn! Speaking of which, do you mind if I stick around and watch the show? Spike is supposed to get it on with Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash, isn't he?” He lazed back on the couch between a scowling AJ and blushing Twi, tossing popcorn into his mouth and chewing messily, with a pair of 3d glasses on his face. “Oh, what a show this will be! Which one will you start with?”
“I don't know...” Spike scratched the back of his scaly neck. “It's a little hard to perform while others are watching.”
“You're part of a herd. You do that all the time,” reminded Discord.
“Well, yeah, but I've gotten used to all of them. Uh, no offense.” He looked between Shy, Hugs, Pie, and Dash. He couldn't help but feel a little performance anxiety...and maybe a little turned on the idea they'd all see him at work, too? “Sure, why not? If that's okay with Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, of course. Didn't mean to put you two on the spot.”
“Oh, it's no problem. I-I am rather curious,” admitted Shy wish reddening cheeks.
“Yeah, me too.” Hugs kept rolling the apple in her palm trying to resist the urge to take a bite.
Twilight chewed on her lower lip. “Well...I would like to study more about dragon mating habits from a more detached perspective.” She refused to admit out loud that she couldn't wait to watch! It somehow seemed so...naughty.
“Fine by me,” said AJ. “I reckon Dash'll prove a disappointment, anyhow!”
“Oh yeah? I bet I'll be a better lay than all of you,” boasted Dash who stretched out cat-like.
Pinkie hopped up beside her. “No, me first! I'm way more experienced than Dash so I'll be better for sure!”
“Hey, I've gotten laid plenty of times! Besides, guys tend to prefer girls who haven't been touched as much, right? I haven't even had a dozen partners; you've probably had several dozen!” She stuck out her tongue.
“Hmm, at least! Like there was that time in Yakyakistan when I had dozens of yaks smash me, or when I attended this underground party in the midst of a drug-fuled orgy, or-” Dash's hoof over her mouth muffled her stream-of-consciousness.
Spike felt his nethers twitch at Pinkie's unintentional dirty talk, all kinds of lewd fantasies now running through his head. He certainly didn't mind a rather experienced mare; it's one of the things that had attracted him to Rarity! Of course he also cherished the more innocent Twilight, or the well-balanced moderate between them, Applejack. Each of them pleased him in their own ways, and he endeavored to show his affection equally, not wanting any of his herd to feel superior to the others.
He could take them both at once, but that wouldn't be fair to either, and besides, he knew how much most mares loved anal once they gave it a try. He certainly enjoyed it himself. His claw scooped Pinkie close to his muscular chest, and she squealed with delight, while Dash fumed. “Don't worry, Rainbow!” He grinned. “Maybe I'll be saving the best for last?”
“Hope I won't disappoint!” Pinkie beamed wide as their audience made room. “So, big stud...” She turned so that her backside face him, lowering her face and raising her ass, her dock lifting her tail so that all her sweets were on display. She used her forehooves to lewdly spread her asscheeks and pussy wide open, welcoming him. “You ready to pop my balloons?!”
He pounced on her like she was a piece of fresh meat to a starving dog, his lower instincts almost overwhelming him. Maybe it was due to a large audience, but he was somehow insanely turned on, beyond what he would usually reasonably be, desperately needing to breed her now! She giggled and snorted, his twin dragonhoods digging against her backside, both pink shafts moist and lined with soft ridges. His claws tightened around her barrel, and he drove his twin shafts into her love canals.
“Ooh, two holes at once?! Kinky!” He barely heard her words as he hilted inside her, wet, warm walls conforming to his meat, clasping around his length and girth. “So, how do I stack up, huh? That reminds me, who's the best lay in your herd?” She kept talking while he pounded into her, grunts escaping his clenched teeth, nails digging in but taking care not to break the skin.
“My, this is even more entertaining than I thought it would be!” Discord continued to messily eat popcorn.
Spike's ears pinned back from the incessant, distracting chatter, and without thinking he grabbed her throat and shoved a few claws into her mouth. She hardly seemed to mind though, happily suckling on the digits with loud smacks. He twisted her head slightly to face him while he fucked her. She smiled up at him with those wide, eternally innocent eyes, and he came a little, losing himself more-and-more to a baser nature he once tried to deny as he mercilessly pounded into her.
She rolled onto her back with a squirm, keeping him locked inside her, as she wrapped all her limbs around him. Their snouts met and their tongues danced in a playful fight for control. She started tickling his soft underbelly. He withdrew his snout amidst a bunch of saliva, breaking into laughter. “P-Pinkie-!” She made it so damn hard! But he had to admit she was a great lay!
She raised her rump up for a better angle so that he could easily impale her. “You don't need to hold back even a little with me,” she urged with a lewd expression. “Give it to me raw and dirty!” She growled in a mischievous manner. She pulled a number of exaggerated faces, some sexy and others silly, almost making him burst into laughter.
Her entire frame quaked each time he slammed into her. His hips bucked, and her thighs quivered like gelatin, rolling all the way to her plush buttocks. Her bulbous sweaty tits slapped loudly upon his underbelly. “I'm your plaything, to do whatever you'd like with! So don't hesitate on my account, stud! Cream my pie! Fill it with your frosting!”
He couldn't hold back anymore, especially when her nethers closed around him, milking him for all he's worth. With a grunt he emptied both barrels into her, and she squeezed down tighter, drawing him in close as she could until he bottomed out. She giggled when his cum started to swell her stomach. “Imagine how many buns your virile spunk could put in my easy bake oven?!” Her eyes glazed over, the excess drooling out from her slippery holes around his still buried deep cocks.
“That was hot,” admitted Rainbow who used all her restraint to keep from masturbating the whole time. She bit her lower lip and whimpered low, her thighs now thoroughly stained with lubrication. “Can I have a go now?!”
Pinkie lazily rolled out from under the dragon with audible pops and laid on her side, rubbing her belly. “I think our big stud over there could use a couple minutes rest, at least! Don't worry, I warmed him up for you! Intermission!”
With a dejected sigh Rainbow landed on her haunches, rubbing her loins together for a bit of release, but not too much! She wanted to save most of it for her big show. Now the pressure was really on to prove she was a better lay than the rest of them. Especially Applejack who shot her that smug, challenging look. Of course their rivalry was all in good fun, but that didn't meant they didn't take it seriously! Heck, after all these years both of them still had a reputation to maintain!
Rarity took over hostess duties, fetching more tea, coffee, and snacks from the kitchen. She was aided by the Smooze who carried a tray upon his head. Most of the guests talked or lazed about as the afternoon wore on. Discord put on various shows of his own for them, reenacting old times in his own mischievous manner, while Spike sprawled out and swished his spaded tail.
*****
Taking her lover by the forehoof, Tree Hugger led her away to their room once she was certain they wouldn't be missed. She'd waited more than long enough. Without further ceremony she took a bite from the golden apple, and with a poof she transformed almost instantly, but unlike the others she took a human shape that was stark naked save for her dew rag and the binds in her dreadlocks. “Whoa, I'm like, all-natural. Even down below.” She traced a forest of curly pubes.
“You do look wonderful,” admitted Fluttershy whose cheeks were rosy as she studied her up-and-down.
Hugs posed like she often would in art class, her sizable breasts arced out. “Your turn, babe.”
“Ummm...o-okay.” She turned her head to one side, her mane partially blocking her face, as she slowly plucked an apple from the basket. She knew they were perfectly safe. Discord would never intentionally harm her. She was like his morality compass. She'd tamed him much in the same way Spike's herd had the drake, allowing him to indulge in his baser instincts with her.
She nibbled on the fruit. But that was all it took. “Oh my,” she murmured as the transformation tickled her all over. When it finally settled in she was by far the shapeliest one yet, even Rarity and Applejack unable to match her voluptuous form. She stood knock-kneed in her thin white blouse, green skirt, and boots, a butterfly pin within her silky pink hair.
Tree's normally sleepy eyes went wide. “By Celestia's milky tits, you're hot!”
“Tree! That's borderline blasphemous! Uh-?!” Her girlfriend couldn't keep her hands off, pulling Shy's top over her arms, exposing a cutesy pastel pink bra underneath which barely contained her udders. Not that they held them long either, as Hugs unclasped their prison and almost ripped the garment loose, tossing it aside to reveal wide inverted nipples.
“Uh, I'm sorry.” Hugs tried to catch herself. “Lost myself for a moment. I'm not being too aggressive, am I babe?”
Flutters smiled. “It's okay. I like it when you take charge. Even if it's so unlike the usual you!” The hippie unclasped her skirt, sliding it down to her ankles, and she stepped out of the clothing. At this point she was down to panties covered in paw prints, a wet spot already on the crotch, unable to deny how much watching Spike and Pinkie get it on had fired her up!
With fingers laced in the frilly waistband, Hugs removed this last piece of fabric too, exposing her pussy which had been fully shaved. “Wow babe, I didn't know you were this wild! I can, like, see it all! And man is it ever totally cute!”
“Th-thanks? M-maybe a shaven...hoo-hah is good for hygiene.” Of course another part of her was surprised she hadn't been going commando, but maybe it was far more fun to tease? Not that she had much time to think about it as her girlfriend was already pushing her back into the bed, crawling atop her as they started to hastily make out in a hungry manner.
A crunch sounded from the doorway as Discord paused between bites when they looked back at him. “Perhaps I can help?”
“I dunno, I kinda wanted a turn with her all to myself.” Hugs twirled a lock. “However, you did make this all possible.”
“Perhaps a compromise?” He appeared on Tree Hugger as a strap on with two heads. “I hardly mind helping rut my dear Fluttershy senseless!” Hugs seemed to consider for a moment, then shrugged. “That's the spirit!”
“It's okay,” assured Flutters as she looked at her with those doe-like eyes. “Do whatever feels natural.”
“You got it, babe.” She spread Shy's sex open curiously, strings of lubrication connecting the inner walls of her moist pink pussy. More curious was that she'd somehow recovered her hymen after this mutation. “Uh, this might hurt a little?”
“Don't worry. You know I trust you,” said Fluttershy who laid upon her stomach, bent over the side of the bed.
“Perfect view.” Hugs studied her wide, buttery bottom, child-bearing hips, and the ring of her tight bright pink asshole. She removed a bottle of lube from her satchel, rubbed a handful upon both loveholes, and then slowly pressed the shafts into them, a low moan escaping Shy as she wormed the Discord shafts inside.
“H-huh? Oh, fuck yeah...” Due to Discord's influence, the strap on felt like an extension of her, like they were her own penises, allowing her to feel the warmth, moisture, and tightness of her girlfriend's sticky walls. The pair blushed hard, and she felt the lengths somehow cum a little in the clenching canals, straining to contain a need to blow.
Whenever she paired with Discord it somehow made Tree feel more dominant. His presence played all kinds of havoc with her usually chill vibes, warping them in ways she'd usually consider dangerous, fearing they'd lead her down a bad path, but she couldn't deny how addictive it was. Almost like a drug she couldn't quit. “M-man,” she mumbled as her hips started to rock and Shy's buttocks jiggled agreeably. “Is this what it feels like to be a stallion? No wonder all of them totally want to rail you...”
“T-Tree,” cried Shy as she dug decorated pink fingernails into the bed sheets. “Ah!” She bit into a pillow as her lover picked up speed. “You're so naughty,” she whispered between her teeth, wandering hands groping and squeezing her bouncing breasts. She pinched her nipples so hard she yelped a little, teasing them from their slits, rolling them between her thumbs and index fingers. “Oh...ah...” Her face went a deep shade of pink as she soaked the bed under her with feminine excretions.
Hugs could feel another pair of small shafts inside the Discrod strap on swishing in her own canals, and she clenched in rhythm with her lover, their faces twisted in euphoria as their eyes rolled into their heads. “Babe, I-I can't-” They screamed bloody murder in unison, as she felt the extensions throb and unload like they were her own, blasting the slippery tunnels with excessive amounts of dense white goo. “Mother Nature of fuck,” she cried seizing Shy's mane with one hand and a buttock with the other.
She felt a similar heat splatter her own interiors, and when the strap on finally vanished and Discord appeared beside them, she collapsed atop Shy in a sweaty heap as they breathed hard barely conscious. Cum oozed from their gaping holes mixed with a small trickle of Shy's blood and girly liquids. He lazed next to them with a smirk. “Satisfied, I take it my dears?”
Author's Note
Sorry this took a while! Finally Pinkie! Considered compressing Rainbow Dash in here too, but figure she's better saved for another chapter when I'm fresher.
The Golden Apple of Discord
No matter how many lovers Rainbow Dash tried out, she'd never been able to settle down for long, finding all of them either soon bored her, or they rubbed her up the wrong way. After all, she couldn't tolerate an ego that matched her own, as the short time she'd fooled around with Lightning Dust had proven! She'd tried out nearly all the Wonderbolts and found them similarly lacking. Gilda and Quibble Pants had also failed the test. And while she'd begged Daring Do for a try a number of times, she'd been even more elusive than Fluttershy, leaving her to continue a seemingly fruitless and aimless search for love.
She came to the conclusion maybe she simply wasn't meant for the mundane, civilian lifestyle. She'd always be seeking excitement and new experiences. Even sitting around here with a bunch of close friends started to make her restless after a while; she'd excused herself a couple times and went for a short fly around the cottage to stretch her wings. At least she'd managed to cool down the burning in her nethers a little. “A shame Ember isn't into mares. She'd probably be worth a try!”
She fondly recalled all the times Pinkie would get shit-faced with her on the hardest cider, fooling around with each other for crowds of cheering stallions and mares. In a moment of madness she'd toyed with starting a real relationship with Pie, but reminded herself how annoying she could be after a time. Better to keep her around in small doses!
Making her way around the back, she peeked into a window, seeing a humanized Fluttershy and Tree Hugger curled up naked atop the bed, while Discord immediately looked in her direction with a mischievous grin and waved. She blushed and ducked out of sight. Okay, she shouldn't be spying, but she still couldn't see what made that airheaded hippie a better choice than her?!
Almost jumping out of her skin when he suddenly appeared next to her with a poof, she swallowed down a scream and tried to play it cool. “Uh, hey. Sorry about that, just wanted to make sure you're treating Fluttershy well.”
“Oh, no need to be concerned on my account. I'd never harm either of them. Okay, maybe I didn't care much for Tree Hugger once upon a time, but we've all moved past that!” He looked her over with a tug of his beard while she hovered in place. “Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all! Well-toned and athletic, maybe a little more lithe than I'd like but I can live with that...”
Rainbow folded her forehooves with a sneer. “Just what are you looking at?!”
“Shouldn't that be obvious? I still want a herd of my own, just to see what it's like! I figured you're more than a suitable candidate!” He pulled out a megaphone with his free paw. “Hey Pinkie! Come here a second, will you?”
Pinkie bounced out from seemingly nowhere, belly still sloshing with the drake's virile seed. “Hey there right back, Discord! Whoa, I'm all jiggly-wiggly!” She patted her stomach with a giggle. “Anyhow, this is about the herd idea, isn't it? Well, he's already tossed the idea my way, and I said why the heck not?! It's worth a try, and we're not getting any younger!”
Dash considered it with a scratch of her neck. “Well, yeah, I suppose...” It's not like she'd ever been too picky about who she'd sleep with at least once. More standards than Pie of course, but she figured it best to try everything at least once! She'd never dared sleep with a dragon before though; she figured that would be the ultimate thrill and wanted to savor it.
“From what I've seen Discord will make a great lover! You seen how happy Fluttershy and Tree Hugger are? Imagine all the possibilities! It's like having a thousand-thousand lovers rolled into one!” Pinkie fantasized about all the different ponies (Or other races) he could transform into on a whim, providing her with an endless array of novelty!
“You are starting to sell me,” admitted Dash who also thought it over. He could help her fulfill her fantasy about sleeping with Daring Do! Would that be wrong? I mean, it's not like anypony else needed to know! It would never leave the bedroom! “Fuck it, I'm in! Of course, keep in mind I'm free to leave the herd at any time if you can't keep up with my needs!”
He drew the pair into his arms. “No worries about that, my little ponies!”
While she still had her doubts, Rainbow decided she'd play along for a while, at least. But first she still had a date with a dragon! She slipped out of his grasp and sailed back towards the cottage entrance. Inside her friends were still lazing about, Spike draped over the carpet, his tail swishing back-and-forth. The Smooze sat around seemingly doing nothing.
Twilight and Applejack would hold each other, sneaking kisses when they could, the former still hesitant to openly display their relationship. Lastly came Rarity who would refill their glasses as needed, taking her on dainty sips and nibbles of small cakes.
She nudged the drake's side. “You ready for another round, stud?”
Spike returned her cocky smile and swagger as he rose to all fours. “Sure, but shouldn't we wait for our hostesses? I'll go fetch them!” He hoped they wouldn't mind, making his way down the halls, all the way to their room. He couldn't help but smile seeing them curled up nude in bed and wished he'd actually had a chance to be with them. However, he wasn't certain whether they would be comfortable with that, and didn't dare press them. Better to let things come naturally, he supposed.
He cleared his throat and they sleepily stirred. “Oh, hey there Spike.” Tree Hugger stretched in a rather sensuous manner, seemingly unaware just how inviting she was in her current state. She met his gaze with her perpetually sleepy eyes. “Hey babe, wake up time.” When Shy answered with a murmur she laid a powerful smack on her supple rump which landed with a pow.
“Eep! Okay, okay, I'm up!” Fluttershy sat upright on her bottom, blushed when she shyly met Spike's unintentional leer, and resisted the urge to cover her bulbous udders. U-um, hello, Spike. W-what can we do for you?”
He hiked a claw to point behind him. “Rainbow's turn! Thought maybe you two would like to see? Uh, to be honest I'm still a little shy about performing in front of others, but I know you two won't judge!” Plus, he had to admit seeing them like this stirred something in him which would make this next session a whole lot more fun!
“S-sure. Just let me collect my-”
Hugs seized her wrist. “Nah, leave your clothes here, babe.” She stood with her girlfriend and studied her with a whistle. “It's not like there's a law against nudity here, and besides, like how much more natural can you get? No need to hide what Mother Nature blessed you with. Man,” she said rubbing her own shapely tits. “Wish I was that developed!”
Hand-in-hand the pair walked from the room, Spike allowing them to pass. “Ladies first!” Of course he had to admit it was partially due to a chance to see their hips and buttocks sway rather seductively when they strolled ahead, and he trailed behind their slow gait, his head level with their cushiony posteriors as they bounced. He hoped they wouldn't mind his view!
Their buttcheeks moved up-and-down one-at-a-time in a rather hypnotic manner which almost made him drool. They walked hip-to-hip, Tree pressing close as she could to Shy, possessively wrapping an arm around her lower back. Their bottoms collided a few times with their sleepy, almost drunken stumble, making their rather enticingly slow walk to the living room.
AJ immediately whistled. “Whoa nelly. Careful now Rarity, you might just have a rival!”
Twilight laughed. “Yes, you two look great!” Although she couldn't help but be reminded how average her own shape proved upon her transformation. “Applejack's right, though! You probably have the most knockout body we've ever seen!”
“Uh, thank you? It wasn't really my choice,” reminded Fluttershy who shrank away from all the eyes pinned on her.
Pinkie took a chomp of a golden apple, and squealed cheerily as she transmuted too, standing upright as limbs turned to arms and legs, and her snout shrunk away. Her mane turned to hair with a pop, her tail shrinking away, a blouse, skirt, and boots appearing on her. “Ooh, neat! Don't need these, though!” She instantly started to remove and toss aside her clothes.
She stripped down without ceremony and proved about on Tree Hugger's level of shapeliness; larger and bouncier than Twilight but a little less than Rarity or Applejack, let alone the reigning champion Fluttershy! “Bouncy-bouncy!” She did some jumping-jacks and watched her breasts dribble in reaction like a pair of small basketballs each time she moved wildly.
“You're shameless, babe.” Hugs cast her a crooked smile. “I like it! Man, I wish Fluttershy would bend over...”
“T-Tree!” She went even redder, but reluctantly did so, touching all the way to her painted toes. She stayed in that pose as the others whistled and stared, Hugs unable to resist as she landed another pair of slaps with both palms on her buttery asscheeks.
Rainbow Dash grumbled at her thunder once again being stolen. She'd have to somehow up her game to compete with all of them. But how?! She looked to Discord for support, and a bottle of champagne appeared in one of her forehooves, the cork popping free automatically. “Aw yeah! Thirsty, Spike?” She slowly emptied the content over her lithe form with sultry eyes.
He pounced on her playfully, his extensive tongue lapping at her stained fur, tracing all over her as he licked her clean. She laughed as he pinned her under him, her wings extended to their full width. He pressed his dragonhoods to her sex holes, and she emitted a squeal so feminine it would put Fluttershy to shame, her cheeks stained red as she took him deep.
She panted like a wild animal, tongue lolling from her mouth as she lost control. He stretched her wide open, hitting her in just the right spots, making even the best lovers she'd had up to this point pale in comparison. Her prey instincts kicked in with the realization this predator could tear her apart with ease at any moment. No, acting like a mare in estrus totally wasn't cool! She pressed close to him so that only he could hear her whisper, “H-hey. Can I be on top? I don't wanna look too submissive.”
“I getcha,” he murmured back with a nip of her ear which made her pleasantly shudder. “Don't want to seem too silly in front of your friends, right? Sure, let's make it look good.” He rolled with her so that it looked like she'd flipped him onto his back with sheer strength. He yelped with feigned surprise and did his best to make it look convincing as she took charge.
She raised a forehoof in triumph, rocking her hips as she rode him. Squishes sounded and spurts erupted from her marehood each time she took his ridged cocks into her pink canals. She fluttered her wings happily, shaking her tongue about as bit of slobber landed on his muscular chest. She linked her multicolored tail with his own leathery one in a surprisingly romantic gesture, one which he never would've expected from her. Their wings touched tips, and they seemed to share an almost psychic moment, imagining what it would be like to mate while in flight, much like he had with Ember. “Sp-Spike...”
Her face pressed into his palm as he tenderly scratched her. “Wanna take it up a notch?” He nodded, and Discord tossed a golden apple her way, which she caught in her mouth and chomped down on. With a poof she mutated atop him, his dicks still locked within her moist walls, and a nubile, athletically lithe woman appeared atop him. Her breasts were small but incredibly perky, down to her pointy nipples, her legs, hips, and butt even smaller than Twi's in a way he found rather adorable.
But she was also incredibly tight, and her pubes were neatly trimmed into a patch, also matching her wild hair. Wanting to show off some more, she grinned and spun so that her ass faced him, showing off her cutie mark which she'd willed to be branded onto her buttocks, and likewise tattoos of pegasi-like wings on her slender back. “Pretty cool, huh?” She was thankful Discord decided to be her wingman, and had told her the will of those who ate the apple could shape their humanized body to suit them.
She stretched atop him, Discord squeezing a bottle of baby oil over her which saturated her blue skin. She pressed his tail between her breasts, rubbing herself over it to massage him, and sucking on the spaded tip. Her eyes went wide when he suddenly smacked both her asscheeks, but she decided to go with the flow, fleshy slaps sounding each time he left deepening red palm prints on her now glistening cheeks. He used the clawtips of his wings to pinch, pull, and tweak her nipples, and she bit her lower lip with another low moan, closing her eyes as she strained and clenched her hot, wet orifices around him.
“I-I can't hold it anymore,” he warned as his face twisted.
“Inside,” she demanded not wanting to be outdone by the others. She'd heard dragon semen was addictive and wanted to experience it herself; it's why he couldn't sleep with anypony outside his herd too often. Sure, the effects would wear off over time, but it could get rather crowded if Sassy Saddles and Coco Pommel constantly pleaded to jump his bones!
Once more she shrieked like a filly in her first heat when he sprayed her interiors, her stomach bulging out in a comic manner. She constricted her holes rapidly around him, her flood gushing all over his soft underbelly to the point he was thoroughly drenched. “So...awesome...” Eventually it became too much and she slumped over unconscious.
Once his senses returned Spike said, “Rainbow?! You okay?!”
Pinkie patted the blue butt a couple times. “No worries, you're too intense even for her!”
“Ha! Knew she'd fold, the little tease!” AJ whistled with a warm chuckle.
“She's so sweet when she lets her guard down,” observed Twi between stolen kisses with the cowpony.
He tenderly pulled the sleeping Dash to him, snuggling up with her as he curled his tail around her. While he didn't think Pinkie and Rainbow would fit the permanent dynamic of his herd, he certainly hoped they could do this again sometime. He looked to Discord and they shared a smile. Sure, he was still a little sore with him, but since Rarity was okay he was mostly past it.
His fin-like ears twitched from Rainbow's quiet coos, and he settled into a comfortable slumber with his latest lover.
Author's Note
And now Rainbow!
The Golden Apple of Discord
After the party died down and most of the attendees headed home, Discord lazed on the couch, fully stretched out in a playful manner. He leaned on one arm, making the tea cups dance as he pointed at them. They shimmered and tittered. He'd promised to help the hostesses clean up; who said he couldn't entertain himself at the same time. The Smooze also carried away trays atop his head, taking care now to leave a slimy trail on the carpet or floorboards wherever he passed. Even Angel and Mr. Bear were hard at work picking up stuff, and likewise Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie, who'd decided to stick around and lend a hoof.
Of course the sex stains wouldn't come out as easily, but he carefully hosed them down anyhow (With a literal hose!), then summoned a high-powered fan to blow on the wet spots. Lastly he appeared in a maid costume complete with head dress, and bent over in a playful manner while he used a feather duster. He batted his eyes in a coy manner over his shoulder.
Pinkie held her belly and snorted, still trapped in a humanized form like Dash. Neither of them had bothered to redress. They decided to hang around her casually, wanting to test what life here would be like. “Imagine all the fun we could have with Discord every day! The possibilities are pretty much endless! You could even try being a stallion with these apples!”
Dash rolled the shiny golden apple in her palms. “Hmm...maybe. Wouldn't want to permanently switch, but it might be amusing for a day or two!” She tossed the fruit back in its basket. “Okay, Discord, Pinkie and I are willing to try out your herd idea. You've sold us. Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, though? Not sure they'll be up for it, and I don't wanna pressure them.”
Tree Hugger strolled in and stretched with a yawn, still going all-natural as a human. “We talked it over,” she said pulling a similarly denuded Flutters by the waist to her. “We'll try it out, too. Just don't get too crazy, okay Discord?”
“Moi? Crazy? A little chaotic, I assure you, but there's a madness to my methods!” He pulled all the girls into his grasp and bunched them up. “Oh, the fun we'll have! Streaking across Ponyville! Drunken orgies!” Hugs crooked a thick eyebrow. “Okay, okay, maybe not so much! Still, whatever you wish, I can provide!” He snapped his fingers and all of them were suddenly wearing a frilly maid costume like him. He tugged his beard with a toothy smile. “Hey, not bad, if I do say so myself!”
“Not really my style,” said Dash who tugged on the corners of her skirt. “More Rarity's, I'd think.”
“I think they're cute!” Pinkie hopped up-and-down, exposing her pinky lacy panties, complete with a small bow. They were all wearing garter belts and see-through stockings with high-heeled shoes and head dresses.
“Adorable,” agreed Fluttershy who curtsied. “But a bit...showy? More like, um, fetish costumes.” Her cheeks went pink.
“Not usually my vibe either, but I try to be open to new experiences, you know?” Hugs shot them her crooked smile. “Plus, you're all totally hot in these.” She raised her own skirt out of curiosity, staring at the painted on panties in place of undergarments. She ran her fingers through her curly forest. “Still need to like, trim the bushes a little, I suppose.”
“I, uh, could help with that...” Shy trailed off as her face burned hot. A razor blade appeared in her hand, courtesy of Discord, and a bottle of shaving cream. “Eep,” she squeaked as Tree sat down, hiked her skirt up to her stomach, and spread her legs wide. She knelt down and carefully set the blade to the forest. “S-so. How much? Just a trim, or-”
“Why not all the way like you, babe? No need to hide my cute little kitty whenever you want a taste.” She smiled at Rainbow. “Maybe you'd like a taste, too? After all, we'll soon be part of a herd, so, like, we'd better learn to sync up now.” She rolled down the top of her outfit, letting her breasts spill free with a bounce. “Oh, but I'm sure you'd prefer a taste of Shy.”
“W-well...” Dash couldn't deny it. She crept up behind Flutters, positioning her on all fours, and flipped up her skirt to expose the paw print panties below. “So cutesy,” she said with a snicker and landed a powerful smack on her buttery buttock.
“Ouch!” Shy rubbed her wide buttcheek which now had a red hand print marking it like she was Dash's property. Not too unusual, she decided. Dash and Tree often fought over her like she was property. Of course she knew neither of them meant anything bad by it but it still sometimes irritated her. She shivered and wiggled her back end when her underwear was slowly pulled down, until the pink circle of her rectum and the matching pastel of her tight slit lay exposed. “Oh-oh my.”
Dash had dreamt of this so many times. She'd only dreamed about a night with Daring Do more often. It was almost like Discord could read her mind (But she figured it was down to Pinkie whispering in his ear) but he turned into a humazined version of Daring that could have been her twin if not for the coloring and weird eyes. Oh well, close enough for her!
She dug into Shy's pussy like a famished animal, spreading her flower open with fingers from both hands, licking inner walls sticky with strings of pussy juice which connected them. She pulled on her labia lips, nibbling on them, while she worked a digit up Shy's tight sphincter. Flutters seized up with wide eyes, struggling to keep the razor blade steady while she shaved Hugs, unused to a lover who dove right in without any subtlety. Even Discord usually took more time than this to go all-out!
Dash dove in deep as she could, continuing to knead her buns like they were dough, digging in like it was her last meal. Hugs decided to help her out, pulling down Shy's top, and unhooking her bra, letting her enormous udders spill free and swing like pendulums. The hippie tweaked those inverted nipples, teasing the pink tips out as they double-teamed their lover.
“Whee!” Pinkie tossed off her own clothes which landed in a bundle atop the Smooze, burying him in the costume, all its accessories, and her undergarments. She slapped 'Daring Do' on the ass, and the draconequus-turned-woman went to all fours, pulling up Dash's skirt, yanking down her panties, and similarly indulging in his own little feast. Pinkie made up the end of their little daisy chain, licking her chops before she mashed her face into the muff presented to her, making it all nice and soggy.
Once Tree was shaved Flutters set the razor blade aside and opened her sex with a couple of fingers, flicking her swollen clit with her tongue a few times, making her feminine lubrication drip from her cerise sexhole and trail over her butthole. She worked the outer ridges of her labia and her love button with her fingers and muscle until her moist canal was glistening.
An electrical buzz suddenly struck their magic buttons, caused by a little mischievous trickery by Discord, which started a chain reaction across the daisy chain. A howl escaped Hugs who sprayed Flutters, who reacted the same as she gushed into Rainbow's mouth, her cunt squirting over 'Daring Do', who's pussy fired like a geyser into Pinkie's face. She spread her legs wider and soaked the floor, a sticky, musky pool forming on the carpet under them. He didn't let up his little trick for a few minutes, until it almost started to became painful, sheer euphoria overwhelming the lot of them as they were forced to ride out multiple orgasms.
Pretty soon his collection of mares passed out in a blissful slumber, and he chuckled, looking at the sleeping bunch of bodies scattered around the living room. Discord turned back to himself with a snap. “We did good, huh?” He patted the Smooze's head. “Okay, I messed up bad, but I made up well in the end, didn't I? Hmm, but how to entertain myself now?”
He settled onto the couch, plucked an apple out, and took a bite, transforming himself into a human in a snazzy zoot suit complete with a hat. Sure, he wasn't much of a looker, but he certainly stood out! Plus Fluttershy, the most important pony to him, didn't seem to care much about his appearance. She simply liked his company. And he'd tried to be better for her.
Was it simply an incredibly long phase (He was immortal!) or would be always be this childish? At the least, Fluttershy had taught him much about friendship, and he no longer felt so jealous of Spike's little herd. He'd get to try out his own for a time. Maybe it would bore him eventually? Or maybe they'd all get sick of him? For now he was content to simply live in the moment!
Author's Note
Sorry if this finale seems rather short; I originally intended to add a couple more sections but decided I'll place them in a sequel to put the focus back on Spike and his herd.
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.
