Chaos was hard work. Of course, you always tried to make it fun and games, but it didn’t always end up working out that way. It was mainly because of them. They always got in the way, somehow. You supposed you couldn’t blame them. None of them understood, and sometimes neither did you. Snapping your fingers, Discord appeared somewhere else. Here, there, left, right, it was all the same, yet different. You was practically a god, yet it was so boring. Ponies stayed the same. There was nothing to work with, no material.
So much temptation, just to reach into another world, and take a peak. All it took was a little stretching. And then you saw them, all their raw, untapped potential before you. It wouldn’t keep balance if you just stepped through, but they would have made your job so easy. But you turned back. The gift of chaos would be shared, whether or not the sisters had anything to say about it. What did they understand anyway? None of the ponies had objected to your rule, and they hadn’t complained about it either. So you would continue to spread your seed to the subjects, even if they didn’t really know what it was for.
Your true purpose was just balance. A controlled chaos, not true chaos, nothing could ever be true chaos. It was difficult to explain your higher plane of existence, because they couldn’t see beyond the thin veil that restricted them so. How disappointing. Why, you could’ve been their friends. Being an immortal was awfully lonely at times. Speaking of lonely, you wondered if there wasn’t a fine draconeques somewhere.
Well, there wouldn’t one. It seemed as if there would always only be the four of them, sharing this one world. It was too big for all of them of course, and you had always planned to let them have their way and be happy. But was it too much of you to ask for some fun before you left? Besides, they were some fine mares. For this endeavor, a disguise was necessary. One fitting of one as knowledgeable as you. As if you needed the knowledge however, because they were just fledglings in this young world.
With a snap of your fingers, the draconequus turned into a nice male alicorn. Mating season was just around the corner, and time was ripe. At the very least, you would get to bed one of the mares. They would never suspect a thing. With a grin, you snapped your fingers again. It was a nice touch, although unnecessary. Relatively speaking anyway, because as a showman, every detail mattered, even the details of your coat. Making sure that you had a relatively inconspicuous cutie mark as compared to the mares, you finalized everything with a bang as the chocolate exploded behind you. And with a flourish of a cape, you were gone.
When you appeared you could feel the warmth of the steam rising from the spring. Lovely wasn’t it. You’d appeared right in the middle of the hot springs, like some bad romance novel. Wasn’t the best of places to have shown up. It was far too peaceful. Not enough chaos to spread around. But it would have to do. But wait, there was another presence. One that wasn’t familiar to him. Something new had been created. This was definitely interesting, and you were glad that you had picked this place to appear, especially if it meant meeting the newest arrival to this little plot of land.
As you edged towards the center island, you started to make out the wooden wall. But no matter, you would climb over it. It couldn’t be that hard. So he reached his limb over the wall, only to find himself losing a lot of traction. Strange, yet the reason why was obvious in hindsight. You were still not used to your new alicorn form. Might as well test what other goodies this body had in store. After all, this experience should maximize pleasure right? Your ploy was likely to only work once, and would likely put them on guard for the next eon or so.
So you sent your magic to feel all over your body, taking in every nook and cranny, every intricacy of pony anatomy that you had never bothered to learn. Then again, you had never bothered to learn anything at all, something that might’ve proven problematic on your previous escapades. Then again, the escapades had never failed to entertain you, the only thing that mattered, and that was probably why it had never occurred to you to change your modus operandi for the better.
And then you felt it, what you had kept waiting for so long, and would finally satisfy. It was already prepped in anticipation, and you could feel it throbbing, trying to break free of its constraints. That wouldn’t do, because the main course was just over the wall, so you decided to just fly over. After, the alicorn wings couldn’t be just for nothing right? Giving them a few quick flaps, you lofted over the wall, only to fall onto it, crotch first. Perhaps you should’ve tested it first, but the pain that resulted quickly put that thought out of your mind.
Groaning, you reverted back to your original form. Perhaps it was best to circumvent all barriers before assuming the guise. Thus you scaled over the wall, one claw over a paw. As you were about to hoist yourself over in one go, you spied them, all four playing around in the spring. Good, good, they were having fun. Things were going to get much better.
Landing softly, you quickly donned your disguise. It’s show time.
“Hello ladies,” you say, confident that there isn’t anything that could go wrong.
One by one, they turn slowly, and stare at you, incredulous that anything would do something like this. You suppose it’s only natural, after all there are only so many living, sentient creatures on this sad little plot of land. Beneath the curiosity is hunger. It sends shivers down your spine, shivers of anticipation. You haven’t felt it in a while, this bubbly feeling that quite possibly, something good was about to happen. Something great.
“Hello,” came the sultry tone that made you so excited. They started to lick their lips in anticipations. You couldn’t help but moan. Change, that was the essence of chaos, and you were no longer in control, if for only a moment. You wondered if you weren’t just a secret masochist.
Waves of magic rolled over you, flipping you over quite suddenly, not that you minded the rough treatment. You were sure that they wouldn’t be kept waiting for that long. Cadance, being the most experienced, started to stroke slowly. Taking cues from Cadance, the rest joined in moments later. Blood rushed in, making sure that you were nice and hard. Letting out a soft moan, you gave them a little motivation to stroke harder.
The moment Cadance saw the opening, she dove right in with her mouth, and began to suck on your penis. The others could just sit and wait and most importantly stare. Four mares fighting over you, what’s not to like? So he shot a load into Cadances mouth. There was plenty more where that came from.
Sure that you were sufficiently lubed, Cadance ate your “stallionhood” right up to the base. She rocked back and forth until you shot your load some more. You had to admit she was quite skilled.
Next was Celestia and Luna, who, although not as skilled, were pleasant experiences nonetheless.
And then the mysterious mare, well. She jerked you off so hard, you were still sore. You wondered if she would give you her number.
Having filled the wonderful mares with your seed, you tried to sneak away, but instead collapsed, exhausted after having spent yourself like that. When you woke up, all you could do was scream.
