One Day at a Time

Twilight and Fluttershy had discussed a hundred ideas for the sixth day’s activities.

In the end, though, what she needed was relaxation. Orgies, bondage, humiliation, and even her first taste of being a domme had been exhausting.

Still, in keeping with her challenge, she still had to do something.

“Are you sure?” Discord asked her, concern showing through his usual impish demeanor.

They were floating at octagonal angles fourth dimensionally to the black hole Discord kept as a pet in his non-euclidian aquarium. Which, of course, was little more than word salad that meant nothing and didn’t make a lick of sense, but Fluttershy had learned a long time ago to not ask too many physics or math questions in Discord’s home.

“Absolutely. I’m having a relaxing evening in.”

Discord sputtered, confetti shooting from his muzzle. “Relaxing evening in? Fluttershy, you’re asking for a hidden pocket dimension, the most powerful sexual chaos spell I know, and a stack of fetish porn! How is that even remotely relaxing?”

Fluttershy shrugged, the motion sending her orbiting around the ottoman. “It will be compared to normal. Or, whatever normal has been this week.”

Discord peered at her, thrusting his face towards her. “Are you okay?”

Fluttershy beamed. “Oh, very much yes. We’re all growing closer than ever, and I’m discovering things about myself and my sexuality that I never would have before. It’s tiring, yes, but both enlightening and fun. I just need today’s to go a little…slower.”

“So you turn to chaos magic,” Discord scowled. “You can’t even say ‘chaos magic’ and ‘rel…’”

Discord’s teacup shot off the rotating table and smashed into his muzzle. He glared at it as it reformed, and refilled with green tea.

“You can’t even say ‘chaos magic’ and ‘that word’ in the same sentence. It’s illegal!”

“You mean relaxing?” Fluttershy said. Discord nodded. “Well, I was just hoping for something less physically demanding. Won't your chaos spell respond to my desires?”

“Well…”

“And if I desired something sexual, but in a slow and comfortable way?”

“I mean…”

“And I know you’re worried, but I’m also sure you’re powerful enough to make something like that happen.”

“I guess if…”

“And to sweeten the deal,” Fluttershy continued, “I’ll set you up on a date with your dream mare.”

Discord went dead silent, staring at her.

“You don’t know who my dream mare is,” he said.

Fluttershy blushed. “I do, actually. You accidentally made your diary sentient three weeks ago. He told me. I’m sorry. But I can help you. I think she’d say yes, at least to a drunken fling.” Fluttershy laughed. “She’s surprisingly hedonistic for an alicorn.” Her honesty compelled her to add the next bit. “Um, I was planning on asking her anyways, actually.”

“You’d… really help me get a date with Princess Luna?” Discord gaped at her. “Deal. One pocket dimension, one desire-responsive chaos spell. But you have to supply the porn. If you really want relaxing, I’d suggest one of those slow-burn erotic bodice-rippers that Marshmallow Horse enjoys so much.

“Her name is Rarity,” Fluttershy said with impatience, but noted the advice. She was sure Rarity wouldn’t mind loaning one to her.

The pocket dimension was relaxing. It was a small room, small enough to remind Fluttershy of the underside of her bed (where she liked to hide on Nightmare Nights and particularly intense storms), only there was plenty of room for pillows. Much like Discord’s realm, she felt a little weightless, though not totally, as she floated gently on top of the pink pillows.

The same color as her mane, actually. And the walls were yellow. Maybe there was something to that, but Fluttershy didn’t want to think about it too hard.

There was one window to the outside world, like a magic mirror. She could use it, Discord had explained, to look at anything happening in public in Ponyville. No non-consensual voyeurism, he warned. Just innocent pony watching. To try to do otherwise would collapse the dimensional construct by exposing the arbitrary literary framework that propped it up.

She didn’t understand that either, and didn’t want to ask.

Other than that, Discord said, she was completely hidden from the world. Nopony would be able to bother her.

It was everything she’d hoped for, though, so Fluttershy had written a letter to Princess Luna before climbing through the portal.

And Rarity had been more than happy to loan her a pile of books. They were formulaic and repetitive. The overused tropes and familiar language was oddly relaxing.

Perfect.

Discord had even provided a small mini-fridge, full of root beer and iced tea.

She sat back on one of the pillows and opened one of the books at random. The plots barely mattered; they were all similar enough that Fluttershy could pick up the general idea from context.

“...the rolling of the waves tossed Surrender the Booty about, making Lilia Gem lose her balance. Captain Hard Abs caught her, and she jerked away, turning her face. She refused to let him see her blush, or the way the touch of his hard muscles made her heart race. Not until he agreed to return her to Port Innocence. Or to remove the infernal collar he’d put around her neck.

“‘Careful,’ he said solicitously, helping to steady her with a hoof. A strong hoof. He never touched her except like this. Casually. Gently. Never forcing his presence on her, if she could ignore the fact that he kidnapped her and drug her away on his pirate ship. ‘I would not like to see you hurt.’

“The kindness in his voice made her heart pound harder, and she had to look away again. ‘I do not need your help,’ she said imperiously, even though a rebellious part of her heart craved him to touch her again. And again. Over and over. To kiss her, even.”

The plots were all the same, Fluttershy noted. A damsel in distress, a villain who turned out to have a heart of gold, and the two of them meeting, eventually, in the steamy middle. She was mostly reading those parts anyways. It was enough to be mildly stimulating, but not the sort of frenzied whirlwind she’d been experiencing the past few days.

Fluttershy started to consider, though. Maybe a little stimulation…

The second she had the thought, she felt something on her hind leg. Something soft and gentle, massaging up and down slowly. It was so unobtrusive that Fluttershy wasn’t even startled. She looked down.

Looped around her leg was what looked like one of the pillows, though it had extended out into a sort of pseudopod. Or a tentacle, she realized. And it was touching her gently.

The pink tentacle had paused as she looked, but as soon as Fluttershy hoped the soft, sweet touch would continue, it did so, stroking up and down once again.

She smiled, and went back to the book, opening at random.

“‘...you are a scoundrel and a cad,’ Lilia gasped as Hard pulled her tight to him with one wing. Her horn sparked, ready to repel him, but something stopped her from casting any spells. Perhaps it was the way his other wing started to stroke her cheek. Or maybe it was the pulse of heat she felt in her loins, a pulse that demanded she let him continue.”

There was a second tentacle now, and it stroked her cheek. Just like the wing-tip in the story. Fluttershy cooed softly and leaned into it.

“You are lovely little things, aren’t you?” she said to them, and felt the tentacles pulse. “You can understand me? Of course you can. You’re Discord’s spell, and he said the spell itself would be an…” she tried to remember his words, “...an extension of my lust and desire.”

They pulsed again.

“So since I desire something arousing but gentle…”

She glanced at the book. The protagonist was a unicorn.

“I’m going to keep reading. You’re welcome to get ideas from what I’m saying out loud, but could you also…”

She didn’t even finish before she felt something massaging the base of her wings. Letting out a coo of delight, Fluttershy pressed against the tender ministrations. She let them relax the muscles, feeling a heat of her own, before going back to another random scene in the book.

“‘...have me at your mercy, captain. You always have. But you’ve never taken advantage. Why not?’

‘Because, my ravishing mare, my deepest desire is to make you mine. I knew that if I took, I could never keep.’

‘So if I asked you right now?’ Lilia demanded. ‘Asked you to touch me? Asked you to kiss me?’

‘I would not hesitate, my lovely.’

‘...do it. Hold me, my captain!’”

There were a dozen tentacles now. Each one wrapped around Fluttershy, though not tightly enough to restrain. She was no longer resting on the pillows, though; she was loosely suspended, and she cooed and sighed in pleasure as they stroked her wings, her hooves, and her legs. A tentacle stroked at her stomach, and another slid softly through her tail, like it was petting her.

Just like the mare in the story, though, her lust was slowly outpacing her inhibitions. Maybe something much further along…

“Lilia stood, stunned at the sight before her. Captain Hard’s pride, his thick, firm maleness, stood exposed to the world, strong and tall. She licked very dry lips.

‘I am at your mercy,” the Captain said from the chair she’d bound him to. ‘You may do whatever you like. Even fleeing the ship, if you like. You have won, my love. I am yours…as much as you would like me to be.’

She was speechless. She stepped forward, pressing herself between his legs. His hardness rubbed up against her barrel, and she kissed him firmly. Sitting in his lap, she began to grind as she kissed, rubbing her marehood against his cock.”

Fluttershy gasped. There was a tentacle now rubbing against her slit, sliding it’s soft length against her as it borrowed her wetness. Like the protagonist in her novel, she ground herself against the thickness, and the tentacle throbbed in return.

“You are an absolute delight,” she told them all, and writhed in pleasure as she got a responding throb.

She flipped forward one page.

“...with a piercing cry, Lilia impaled herself on the Captain’s mast, shoving him deep into her marehood. The cry was muffled, though, when he captured her mouth with his. Even bound as he was, she was at his mercy. Though he was bound in ropes, she was bound by pleasure. Every nerve in her—”

Fluttershy was unable to finish. The tentacle at her cunt prodded at her wet lips, and she thrust herself down. Meanwhile another appendage teased her lips, and Fluttershy let it in. It was like a kiss; the tentacle moved in her mouth like a tongue, even as she was filled with the paradoxically soft and hard thickness.

The book fell to the pillows, forgotten.

“You don’t… have to stay with just what the story says. You can be creative,” Fluttershy panted. But they couldn’t really. They were an extension of her imagination. So if she wanted one to massage her dock, then…

A tentacle wrapped around her tail and began to stroke.

Or if she wanted some to tease at her teats…

She moaned as that wish, too, was fulfilled. She wondered if perhaps now was the time to push some boundaries, and for a moment a tentacle teased at the puffy ring of her anus.

But no. Not today. Today wasn’t about testing boundaries.

The tentacle receded.

It wasn’t as if she lacked stimulation; one tentacle stroked her hooves, while another massaged her wings. One kissed her like a lover, while another caressed her teats. And a half-dozen stroked and petted her fur.

All the while the thickest of them all made slow love to her marehood.

“M-my clit, please. Could you…”

One more slid up her leg towards the other that was sliding in and out of her wet depths, forming a tiny suction cup that quickly engulfed her tiny nub. She moaned, and the mouth tentacle leaned over to kiss her again. Thrusting her hips, she swayed and bounced in the air as the tentacles gently cradled her and rocked her towards her peak.

When she crested, she sang out her pleasure, and the tentacles seemed to dance and throb in time with the waves of her climax. It wasn’t like her other orgasms this week. There had been no frenzied rush to the finish line, no passionate dash, no pressure or roleplay. She felt like she was floating, even as she came down and the tentacle receded from her marehood.

“Thank you…” she whispered, and one of the tentacles opened the mini-fridge and opened one of the iced teas. She took it in her hoof and started to sip.

“Can you all…just give me a bit of a relaxing massage?” she said, and laughed when the motion along her muscles and fur started once again, somehow less sexual than before. “I may read some more in a bit, but for now…”

For now, she just wanted to relax in the afterglow.

“I don’t understand,” Fluttershy said when Discord came to check on her a few hours later. “Why were you so worried about casting the spell? It seemed so sweet and gentle.”

“Of course it was! It was you,” Discord shot back. The sub-dimension expanded when he entered, filling with even more pillows that he relaxed his serpentine body against with a sigh. “You’re sweet and gentle, and the spell reflects your inner lust and desires, which are also, in their own sexy little way, sweet and gentle.”

“Oh.” She felt warm at the compliment, and smiled. “Thank you. But didn’t you know that would happen?”

“Know?” Discord snorted. “Fluttershy, it’s a chaos spell. If you hadn’t been alone in a pocket dimension, it might have consumed all of Ponyville! We’d be in the middle of a crazed town-wide orgy right now! Or maybe it would have happened exactly the same way, I have no way of telling! The last time I cast this spell I had a drunken three-day bender with a yak, a changeling disguised as Celestia, and the Smooze’s great great great great grandmother. The time before that was the cause of the first ‘Great Equestrian Population Boom’, where birth rates tripled in a single year. And the time before that, Roam fell.”

“Oh.” Oddly, Fluttershy didn’t feel too overwhelmed by all this, though she thought maybe she should have. “Well, I don’t think you would have cast it if you didn’t have some faith in the outcome. So thank you for believing in me.”

“That’s your takeaway?” Discord gaped at her. “I can’t believe I’m being the responsible one here. I’ve spent too much time around ponies.”

“Well, get used to it,” Fluttershy said with a grin. “Especially if you are going to have a chance at a drunken fling with Princess Luna.”

Discord opened his mouth, stared at her for a second, and then closed it again. “Point taken,” he said with a wry grin. “Do you want out of here now?”

Fluttershy nestled into the pillows. “No, it’s fine. It’s really nice. Who would have thought that chaos magic could be so rela—”

One of the pillows flew right at her face, bopping her in the muzzle.

“I told you,” Discord said wryly. “It’s illegal to use those words in the same sentence.”