The Twilight Prince: Omakes

"Discord, we need to talk." Spoke a very disgruntled Prince Twilight Sparkle.

Discord gave a mock bow, "Of course my Prince, but may I enquire as to what?"

"This," He said as he levitated a soggy umbrum mare whimpering like a bitch in heat.

Which, judging by the oppressive scent that followed the mare, was unreasonably apt simile. Discord had to wonder what the smell must be like to ponies, who had a much better sense of smell than his esteemed self. "Fascinating," the draconequus muttered.

"Discord, from what we've been able to tell, she's been like this for three months. The longest recorded period of oestrus is 13 days, pony minds aren't meant to endure such a thing for so long."

"Then you better get on fixing that."

"That's what we've been trying to do. But none of our spells help, it's like this heat was baked into her very corporeality."

"I wasn't meaning to use magic." the draconequus waggled his eyebrows.