Mental Institutions were not a fun place to work. They got a bad reputation for failing to help ponies, and they were underfunded by the Princesses so that they couldn’t actually do anything to improve.
Exist, full name, Existential Panache, was tired. He was one of the few orderlies on staff at the moment, and he had done his best to check up on each of the patients and ensure that they were doing as well as could be expected in an underfunded mental hospital. He wasn’t a doctor, the doctors were all rushed off their hooves filling in paperwork, along with most of the nurses.
It was hard. The Griffequus (That is a cat, pony and bird hybrid) didn’t despise his job however. He was making a difference in pony’s lives, one day at a time. The hospital got such low funding because it was in Cloudsdale, meaning it shouldn’t have had as many patients as it did.
He kept quite to the other staff, was polite to the ponies under his care, and tried to keep the place from crumbling in on itself. Cloud engineering was hard work. Everything was hard work. But he kept himself sane throughout all of it. He had a lot on his plate. He had a lot of stress on his shoulders, weighing down upon him like a ton of weights.
The pale yellow stallion stared blankly at a wall, his mind internally making noises like a failing fax machine as he tried to keep himself together, lifting a paper cup filled with cheap coffee to his lips and sipping softly at it. The vending machine coffee wasn’t bad, but it certainly wasn’t good. It kept him going however. Hopefully today he wouldn’t have to break up another fight. Hopefully today would be a nice slow day.
He moved out of the staff break room, making his way straight into the bathroom. He needed to get a proper night’s sleep, badly. His eyes were starting to get bags under them. He lifted his front paws up to gently rub at the underside of his face, being incredibly careful to not harm himself with his own claws.
His back end had hooves, hooves that were currently threatening to give out underneath him. It was another long day that was dragging on, and he was forced to retreat into the bathroom to take a small break and try to get his head on straight. These days, there seemed to be more long days then short ones.
The staff bathroom was sterile and white, just like most things that weren’t for the paitents. He could see himself in the mirror, see just how tired he looked. Even though he had gotten plenty of sleep, he was always tired.
This was the kind of work that took everything out of you if you let it. He lowered his head down into his paws and let out a long, frustrated groan. It might have seemed like the stallion would want a new job at this point, but he loved his job. He loved being able to help people.
He just wished it wasn’t an underfunded fight against a seemingly ever increasing number of patients every day.
He raised his head back to the mirror and almost launched himself backwards several feet when it wasn’t his own face staring back at him, but instead a God of Chaos. A gray headed creature with a snake like long brown body, covered in fur and ending in a red scaled draconic tail with a soft fluffy plume at the end of it.
Most ponies would be terrified, but his mild instance of shock and suprise instead gave way to mild annoyance.
“Discord!” He stated.
The creature gave a laugh, its red eyes being set into pools of lemon yellow scarla fixing upon him as it stretched itself out in the mirror. It was too long to fit within just one mirror, and bisected itself across the three sinks and three mirrors with no apparent difficulty before lacing both of its forelimbs behind its head. One of them was a lion paw, and the other was a set of eagle claws.
“Yes my dear. Don’t go wearing my name out, I worked really hard earning it you know!”
Panache let out out a sigh as he straightened himself up, gathering his bearings before staring at the draconequus.
“You can’t be bothering me at work, we’ve been over this… I… Ah, you can’t, I have patients to tend to!” He stated firmly, although the strength of the message might have been lessened slightly by the fact that he was currently blushing.
The strange, multi-limbed mismatched creature slowly rotated in the mirror like some kind of sexy rotisserie chicken.
“I know, but I just had to say that it’s your birthday tomorrow, and I think… I know… Just what you want!” As he spoke, he seemed to weigh more apprehension on each word, before pulling out a feather duster, ending in bright red feathers.
He was blushing even harder now. “Ah.. I. Are…”
Discord cut him off by raising up a paw, “Yes, Phoenix feathers. I hope you’re ready for some fun because you’re not going anywhere for a long while~” He said, before folding in on himself, starting with his hind limbs, a frog leg ending in two claws, and a light brown hoof from a horse, and ending at his head, the last thing to fade away his gnarled unicorn horn, and those white pupiled eyes, the final words seeming to echo around the bathroom for a few moments, “I’ll catch you after work, cute little tickle bug.”
And then he was left alone in the bathroom, with his belly now feeling full of butterflies and a bright red blush painted onto his face.
The rest of his day was certainly interesting now. That feeling of tiredness had gone away, replaced with excitement, both normal and a strange kind of sexual tension knowing what was awaiting once he got home.
Eventually work was over, feeling like much less time then it should have. He was free. Free to head home and got on with his weekend as best he could. He wondered what exciting things were going to be waiting for him.
The wind blew softly against his fur, biting down to his skin and filling him with a chill that shook off the tiredness as he darted through the sky, flying faster and faster until his lungs burned like fire in his chest and his breathing had gone from steady and trained to ragged and wild.
It was good to be alive. Feeling each icy breath fill his lungs up and spread outwards through his body. His home was far from a grand affair, but he was lucky to even have a home to begin with, and simply happy to have a roof over his head to keep the cold out and the rain off his back.
He saw his home off in the distance, a simple house built out of clouds, but it was his.
And then before he could get there, the entire world around him vanished. He was suddenly in some other place, a seemingly endless void of colours and noises and nonsensical things that drifted ceaselessly through a realm that denied all logic and reason. Discord’s home. A place of chaos where nothing made sense and nothing had to make sense.
There had been an issue with smarter ponies that had been bought to this place going completely insane from trying to get a firm grasp on it. He had no idea how true those stories were, and they were most likely just Discord trying to wind him up, but he knew not to think about anything Discord did too hard, it would only lead to his head hurting.
So, he was adrift, lost in a place that would have driven some mad, but he felt a lot safer then he had in a great number of weeks. Discord was an incredibly busy God, being the last of his kind, and normally when he stopped by, it was via breaking into his house. He was still mildly annoyed at being pulled out of reality like this however, and he made sure to make his complaint known as he floated upside down through the realm of madness by giving a soft grumble.
“Discord! I said to ask! Ask before you pull me out of reality like that!” His words seemed dead in this place, drifting off into the void never to be seen again. It wasn’t like he was stood out in the middle of a field, or up on a mountain, there was nothing but the fractured land drifting through the void around him for his voice to bounce off of.
A soft laugh returned like an echo, only it wasn’t his voice, and he attempted to rotate his body toward the source of the noise only to have Discord suddenly snake around the back of him.
“Oh but that’s so boring, my dear sweet Panache… And you know how much I hate being bored!” There was an almost seductive purr to his voice and Existential Panache lasted all of five seconds before it had him blushing red as a beet. Discord knew how to push all his buttons, tug on all his strings, and he was only along for the ride, loving every single second of it.
Discord’s head floated down in front of his face, a large grin etched into his mouth that told the Griffequus that this was going to be a very long evening. He could hardly wait, and after giving him the grin, Discord began to coil his body around the stallion. Gosh, it already felt like his heart was going to burst as Discord face closed in on him, his breath smelling like peppermint and his soft fur feeling like heaven as it closed around him, gently beginning to constrict him, wrapping him in a hug and pulling him in tight against the coils like some kind of snake getting ready to constrict its pray.
He was helpless, and it wasn’t long before his groin began to tingle.
Panache knew that it was going to get him teased even more, but he also knew that Discord was only teasing and having fun, so when his member began to fill with warm life blood and shame rushed to his face, he didn’t fight against it.
“There is my good little puppet…. How was work? How are you?”
Panache took a few moments to mull his thoughts over because he was very flustered at this point.
“Work was good. It’s slow going but I get to help ponies and that’s… Rewarding, even if it’s stressful.” As he tried to speak, Discord was constricting and unconstricting his coils, rubbing his soft brown fur against Panache’s poor member.
Discord didn’t care much for sex Panache had learned. He was a God of Chaos and such things were beyond vanilla for him…. Unless it came to teasing his favorite mortal creatures, in which case he certainly couldn’t restrain himself.
“Oh...That’s very good to hear. I’ve been doing quite well. Keeping out of trouble… For the most part. But I’ve really been missing my favorite plaything… Do you know anyone that would enjoy being my puppet? Being tickled until they can’t think straight and can barely take it, then made to dance on strings for a God of Chaos? It’s a strange ask, the pony would have to be pretty weird to enjoy something like that.”
He gave a light laugh that he almost choked on, with each word the God uttered as they drifted through the ceaseless void, he could feel his member growing stiffer, throbbing against his coils as Discord teased him to the point he almost lost his voice. What was he meant to say to that?
Still, he knew what Discord wanted to hear, and quelling all his nervous energy, he gave a grin up at the serpentine creature.
“I’d love to be your puppet Discord,” He did his best to not stumble over his words, despite the fact that his heart was currently hammering away in his chest, “We can keep the safe word as Pineapple Pie, and you can have all the fun you want with me.”
Discord snickered, and then all of a sudden his eyes shifted into a stunning array of impossible colours and shapes. They were literally stunning, as in, he couldn’t pull his eyes away from them, and he couldn’t find the strength to move his body. But he wasn’t scared, he knew he just had to think the word Pineapple Pie several times in a row and Discord would let him go.
A set of crossbars appeared above him, and he felt several strings connect to his body in an instant. He was helpless, little more than a living puppet pulled about on wooden crossbars held on high by a literal God, and nothing could have turned him on more.
The strings tugged him away from the tight confines and loving coils of Discord, leaving his body aching as he climbed to his paws and stood up straight, feeling as though there was an invisible floor beneath him. He knew what was going to come next, but Discord surprised him once again, pulling out a feather duster.
This was normal. Feather dusters were a common part of their fun, but this one was a fiery red in color, and the feathers seemed to shimmer like an oil slick coated with glitter between the red and orange hues.
“Are you ready my sweet little puppet? I wonder how much fun you can handle this time!”
He was ready. He was ready for whatever Discord cold throw at him. The strings made him give an eager nod upon being sure he wasn’t about to back out and use the safe word, then several more of those dusters appeared and went right for his underside! Being a puppet, being restrained by the strings, he couldn’t do much to stop them.
And even if he could, he wouldn’t have wanted to. Discord bought his face in close and studied it intently, that world melting and mind numbing display of pretty colors worming right into his mind as he tried to find his voice again.
“Discord I-” He began, being cut off as one of the four feather dusters traced along his underside, “AHAH!” He suddenly squeaked, his private parts suddenly having even more blood rush to them, the intense tickling sensation catching him completely off guard as the duster mad contact with his underside. He did his best to stop his lips from moving, knowing that this was part of the game.
If Discord wanted to make him laugh and howl, he was going to have to earn it. Though that might have been a mistake, as he felt the area where the feather duster had made contact tingle, as though blood were rushing to it, as though-
His thoughts were cut off when the feather duster scraped back along its original path, this time the tickling sensation was twice what it had been on the first pass, and his eyes almost rolled back in his head as he tried to keep the laughter from escaping his lips. Discord gave him a deep smile meanwhile, that draquoniquis’s tail flicking about behind him as he forced the stallion to walk forward like some kind of show pony, his head held high despite the intense sensations rolling through him.
“I took the time to learn some things from a Zebra alchemist. Apparently, Phoenix Feathers can be enchanted to increase vigor to an area, but they also make it several times more sensitive, so they don’t recommend using more than one…”
Oh, he was so going to get fucked up. The smile that spread across his face as he felt excitement, fear and other sensations rush to his body was genuine, even if there was a small bit of apprehension and fear behind those emotions as he realized that this might be too much for even him to handle.
The next duster brushed against one of his front paws, forcing a squeak from him, a squeak that Discord seemed to delight in as his paw pads suddenly became a whole lot more sensitive.
“You know, I like to play dress up with my puppets. You don’t really look fancy enough to be a toy matching something a God like myself would play with.” Discord coiled out of vision, and Existential Panache knew that this was going to be something extreme. Discord hated comparing himself to fancy ponies, and often stated that he didn’t like to be called a God unless it was from his foes.
A pair of puppy play boots drifted down in front of Panache with some kind of epic score playing as they were illuminated by a beam of light, a text box suddenly appearing in reality beneath them.
“You got the Phoenix Feather boots. Would you like to equip them? Of course you would!”
Oh no. Panache stared helplessly at the puppy play boots, ending in paw pads that matched his own size almost perfectly. Inside they were padded with a thick layer of those same feathers, and he knew that they were going to do some terribly ticklish things to his front paws while he was completely helpless to stop them.
The boots themselves were black rubber, lined at the back with a trail of feathers going from the top of the boot to the bottom, each one facing outwards to give the boots a sleek, aerodynamic look. The words “Bad Draconequus” Were printed down the side of the rubber on each boot.
He didn’t have much of a choice on whether or not he wanted to wear them, because they were suddenly on his front paws as he took the next step. And the boots… The boots seemed to be alive, each step causing the feathers to wave back and forth along his paws and the sensitive toe beans and pads that covered the underside.
The flesh there would normally be pretty tough, but he liked to take care of his paws and make sure that they were kept soft, and he was paying the price now, as the sensation soon built up to the point tears were forming at the edges of his eyes and he felt as though his body was about to explode from the sensation, each step on his upright, string guided show pony march driving the sensation higher and higher.
And the dusters. The dusters were doing their part too, all four of them were attacking him from different sides, poking at his leg pits and-
It was too much. The flood gates opened, his mouth sprung wide and he threw his head back, his howling laughter echoing around the endless void as it all proved too much for him. There was nothing that he could do, there was no way he could withstand the attack!
And Discord, Discord was just floating above him, both sets of crossbars clutched tightly in each of his forelimbs and the strings guided his magical puppet along, and a quizzical look etched into his face as he stared down towards Panache.
“What? What is so funny?” The Chaos God that currently had him helplessly pinned asked, grinning down at him with those red eyes gleaming with cheeky energy.
He could barely think straight at the moment, and Discord was more than happy to do all the talking and thinking for him. He did love to be the center of attention. “Ah, you wee always such a Drama Queen, no wonder your cutie mark is an exclamation point, you love making a racket! I’ve barely even started and you’re already looking finished!”
The dusters attacked again, and by this point a large part of his body was tingling, humming with increased sensitivity and the after images of tickles that had already passed, promising him a thousand tickles more and a long recovery once this was all over. He was never going to forget this, this was going to be a part of him forever.
Discord just gave a smirk under his breath. “My perfect little tickle toy, mine to do whatever I please with!”
The serpentine creature was floating in front of him now, not even bothering to use the mismatched pegasus and bat wing on his back to fly, but simply doing so through that strange force of chaotic will. “You still don’t look nearly enough like a toy though. What if I were to make you into one of those little toy guards that foals like to collect? I’ve always been quite fond of them.”
With this, he pulled out a helmet that looked just like the ones the Royal Guard of Canterlot wore. They were the elite protectors of Princess Celestia, clad in shining bronze and armed with spears. Unlike the real thing, this mock-up seemed to be made out of pink painted wood, with blue designs of discord’s face worked into it.
Also, it had blinders sticking out either side of it, certainly not something one would expect on he gear of some of Canterlot’s most elite fighting force. The inside of the helmet seemed to be lined with little rubber bumps and feathers, and as he stared towards it, the idea of it slipping into place over his head began to excite him more and more…
Or, at least when he could afford time to have rational thoughts it could, because throughout all of this, Discord was still tickling and teasing at him, while those strings still forced him to march forward like some kind of show pony.
The helmet lowered into place, and he suddenly lost sight of Discord thanks to the blinkers. He lost sight of his strings too, his sight being focused straight ahead of him in a line, with the strings guiding him forward and the… The helmet was tickling hi too. He could feel something feathery and strange forcing its way into his ears and he was howling the whole time, but now he couldn’t even hear himself laugh.
There was no outside stimulation, there was no escaping from the tickling no matter how hard he laughed or how he let the string guide him, it was a constant assault on the senses that might have been maddening to any other pony, but he was loving every single second of it.
He loved being Discord’s tickle toy. He loved their relationship as a whole he- There was something sliding onto his back, and a suit of armor. By this point his mind was consumed by the tickly teasing sensations and each step was only making them more intense as the boots did their work in making him even more sensitive. The dusters had been over his whole body once and then twice, and his whole body was so sensitive and receptive to every single inescapable tickly teasing sensation that the God Of chaos decided to gift Panache with.
Other mortal ponies could only dream of such things, of being the beloved plaything of a literal God, and yet here he was, strutting along on a set of magical strings with his every sexual and non-sexual fantasy being tended to by someone who really did care about him and not just because he liked being tickled.
He knew that if it got too much, he could think the safe word rapidly and it would all be called off. So far that had happened quite a bit, because he loved having his limits pushed and-
At this point, rational, structured thought broke down for him as the armor was trapped into place, and a pair of boots matching the ones on his paws were attached to his hind hooves. From the outside he was quite the sight, a pink painted wooden guardspony decorated with Discord design elements dancing along to a set of magic strings while being ceaselessly tickled by a set of magic feather dusters at every weak point they could find.
Discord wasn’t done with him yet though, he always had more plans, more ideas, and the ideas and plans he had this time were some of the best he had in years. Panache was kept from being totally isolated to his torment by Discord’s voice spilling out into his mind, telling him what a good job he was doing and how proud the draconequus was.
But they weren’t done with their playtime just yet. Now that Discord had him almost looking like a perfect toy, there were a few adjustments left to be made. He snapped his talons and a large brass key suddenly sprouted from the back of the pink wooden guard armor. Maybe Discord was going overboard with having him be a wind up toy and a marionette, but he was also the God of Chaos so he didn’t care.
Floating his way down to the side of his toy, he took a moment to look underneath them, getting quite the evil looking smile on his face as he confirmed that all that tickling had indeed got them nice and aroused, something that he already had terribly tickly ideas about, but the best part about getting a new toy was being able to show it off.
He moved the feather dusters down to focus on the length of his toy… That was, their sexual length, and not their body length. Discord did enjoy the odd bit of sex, but it wasn’t his main thing. He did enjoy the cute faces Panache made when they were right on the edge of climax, floating around to the front of them to take in the nearly vacant expression and the fact that their tongue was lolling from their maw.
They must have wanted so desperately to climax, to spill their seed all over the ground and give into the bliss that followed after, but he wasn’t about to let that happen. He kept them teetering right on the edge of that climax, another sensation to add to the pile that must have been tearing through his mind.
There were tears of pleasure rolling down his cheeks as he howled and howled with his every breath, were it not for the strings, he might have already collapsed, but the strings were holding him up, and now that golden key was turning.
Discord’s toy was a perfect chaotic statement, a walking mockery of Celestia’s loyal guards who crowded around her with pointed sticks. Celestia was the Goddess of the Sun, and while she couldn’t hold a scented candle to the power that Discord possessed, she certainly didn’t need over a hundred ponies with pointed sticks just to keep her safe. She was collecting them like toys, and now Discord had a toy of his own!
The void that they were drifting through was suddenly replaced with the white walls and tiled floors of Princess Celestia’s personal castle, Discord teleportating them without so much as a sound, and now his little wind up puppet was dutifully marching forward without noticing that his setting had changed, the blinders preventing him from seeing the golden clad ponies either side as he marched blindly down the hall.
His eyes must have been blurred by tears too, he didn’t have a clue that he was marching down the seat of Equestrian Power, howling with laughter, dribbling precum all over the tiled floor. It was Discord’s turn to laugh this time, starting with a small snicker, then working its way up to a full on evil laugh as several of the guards tried to stand in the way of his toy, only to be shoved aside by magic.
At this point, they turned to their pointed sticks, holding them towards the marionette, before the weapons turned into pool noodles, foam swords, one unlucky guard had his turn into a snake called Molly.
And all this while his toy kept walking forward, unbothered by the events unfolding around it. Had it not been for Discord’s careful intervention, the sensory overload might have been too much at this point, but he was sure to keep them teetering on the edge of Tickling Induced Madness. Nobody liked Tim.
As he marched passed row after row of guards, he was too lost in his pleasure to notice anything besides Discord’s voice as his black member twitched beneath him, those black fleshy orbs hanging behind it practically begging to unleash their load, but Discord’s grip on his magic was firm, and he wouldn’t let them cum until his fun was over.
They marched the entire length of Canterlot Castle, howling with laughter and spilling tears of pleasure and other fluids caused by pleasure, pleasure related fluids, all over the perfectly kept floor.
It wasn’t until Panache forced his way through a large set of double doors that the orgasm control was finally released. For a brief moment, he had clarity. Clarity enough to stare up at the large white stallion currently stood by the throne with a terribly confused expression on his face, deep blue eyes staring down at him in shock as he gripped onto his spear like it was going to protect him.
And then the feather duster trailed down his length one last time.
“D-D-HACORD!” Is about what he managed to muster, in capital letters and everything, before his length suddenly throbbed and he whited out from the pleasure, which hit him like a sledgehammer and caused him to fall limp against his strings as his black fleshy length throbbed desperately and then began to empty thick silly strings of his stallion seed all over the red carpet.
He was partly aware of each throb, each pulse, and yet not aware at the same time, and he didn't even care that he was stood in front of the highest power in all the land, it felt incredible, and every nerve ending in his overly sensitive body was crying out as he decorated the carpet beneath him.
His orgasm forced his hips to rock, his eyes to roll back and his entire brain to grind to a halt, which after the overload of sensations was quite the come down, and he was certainly putting cum down to celebrate, splattering the Princesses carpet like there was no tomorrow.
And then just as quickly as he had cum, it was over. He hung limply in the magical strings like some kind of modern art piece, breathing heavily and trying to gather his bearings after everything he had been through.
Discord floated before him, like some kind of Deus Ex Machina that he hoped was going to at least have the decency to get him out of here.
“Oh! Hello Shining Armour,” Discord began, “How do you like my new guard? He’s twice as useful as any of yours, because he comes on command and is delightfully fun to tickle.”
Shining Armour didn’t respond, simply glaring intensely at him for several seconds.
“Discord, if you don’t clean this mess up right this instant, I’m going to tell Fluttershy about this.”
And suddenly, the God of Chaos let his smile drop for the first time since Panache had seen him today, and Panache couldn’t help but weakly laugh as he tried to stand on limbs like jelly.
Indeed, there was never a boring time when Discord was around, and even if he currently felt like he was dying of shame, he knew he’d never be able to hold a grudge for long, because this had been the best evening he had enjoyed since the last time they’d been together
