Chaotic Conception

Eris, draconequus, chaos’ goddess, was sitting on nothing at all in mid-air, with pink clouds and wild colours stretching infinitely in all directions around her. There had been a time, however long passed it was, when she could stare in awe at the world surrounding her, spending eons watching the natural processes change and degrade before changing again. Now, she was just bored. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d interacted with a living thing, if she ever had, and the false life she could conjure from naught was no better than her imagination, and using her imagination was less effort. She thought, and the clouds rumbled with thunder of every noise and sent forth lightning of every shape, colour, and kind.

Maybe she should kill something; she’d been killed before, and it had been nice. A fellow draconequus could be fun to kill. All she’d need to do is find one. Only one draconequus was supposed to inhabit a world at a time, but there was no draconequus to enforce that rule, and she couldn’t recall what made that rule or why. Eris could be the last draconequus remaining, if she believed it hard enough; she didn’t, and felt the presence of one.

With a flick of her right wrist, she opened a portal to Equestria, small and big enough for only her to fit, invisible and unusable from the other side; the portal began as two dots which connected themselves with a line that wiggled back-and-forth until it became two, which then jutted out and curved before settling into an ever-shifting and otherwise undescribable shape. She was looking at a garden, she believed that were the word, littered with the occasional statue, she was certain that was the word. There he was: What a stupid pose for eternity, fright, but one appropriate considering what she planned to do to him. She could break him right now, and he wouldn’t be able to stop her. Her lips curled in a smile to show every fang, and she raised a claw with every sharp point held forward. She wavered. If she were really going to kill him, he would’ve in all likelihood foreseen it and attempted to kill her first. Her smile evaporated, and her claw lowered.

Eris sulked, and crossed her arms in a huff. The boredom she felt caused tears to form in her eyes, which instantly disappeared as she put her head right before the portal to get a better look at something: A pony had walked into her sight. Of course, it was so simple, pony watching would keep her busy. Now then, the question of which pony should have her full attention was one that needed answering. The pony she’d just seen seemed interesting enough. It occurred to her to look elsewhere, now that she would be watching others, just in case. She rolled her shoulders, popped her neck, and poked an eye through the fundamental building blocks of reality for a moment. 👁 No, nothing interesting was there. Pony watching it would be.

She played time in reverse, it made no difference to her, and watched the pony go about his daily life getting younger and younger. It was fascinating to observe the minute changes build up in such a complex system. Near the end, however, or rather the beginning, the pony was inside of another who was similar. She continued watching, and eventually every piece of matter that had comprised the pony belonged to two others. Eris recalled the name of this concept after a moment of thought: parenthood. She started watching both chains as she had watched the first, going back-and-forth as she noticed its structure actually resembled a tree, but got bored after a few thousand ponies, all alike; most ponies were born, gained what they called a cutie-mark, and went about their lives with their talents until they died. Only occasionally did a pony’s life end prematurely, ending a line spanning so far back she couldn’t find its beginning.

Eris gave herself a moment to think. What would happen to her if she decided to entertain herself in this world, without murder? Well, that was nothing another flick of her right wrist couldn’t figure out; she opened a window into the future where she chose to go, and admired the curtains she chose for it as she zeroed in on herself. Yep, there she was, set across the garden from that other draconequus, but with a much nicer, flamboyant pose and expression. Everypony would be certain to give her statue a look before his. Still, certain petrification was a good reason to find something else to do, at least for now. Her attention turned back to that very first pony whose life she’d watched.

What was it mortals did when extremely bored? She licked a claw and flipped through her album of memories—not her memories, but those of the various ponies whose lives she’d catalogued—and found her answer by searching for the rainy days and long stretches without events. Right, silly she, they procreated. It looked fun, and she could do it alone.

She gnawed on her lip, eyes on one of the particularly excited memories of making a pony, and eyes on the pony through the portal. The gears started turning in her head—the noise actually made it much harder to think—and she unnecessarily dabbed her warming head with an unnecessary handkerchief.

She could procreate alone, but that still seemed boring. She decided to take one last look through time, for now. What was the future in which she took a pony from Equestria instead, just to merely borrow him for a bit?

Her eyes scanned all around the light, but she saw absolutely no consequences, for herself, which meant she’d make this future the present and then the past soon enough.

Caramel the stallion took a deep breath in the Canterlot gardens, enjoying Celestia’s sun and the nice weather the pegasi had provided for the day. Every hedge was perfect, every flower beautiful, and he hadn’t eaten any, honest. For some reason, he felt a cold sensation start in his stomach, before spreading to his back and then his legs; he shivered, and then it passed. He glanced behind himself nervously, walking in a circle. There were plenty of other ponies around, so he couldn’t see why he felt like somepony, or something, were watching him. A new sensation that seemed similar, but felt different in every way, passed through him as quickly as it had come. Surely, he was simply coming down with a cold, a cold unlike any he’d ever had, and surely everything would be alright.

His heart stopped when his vision failed him, every colour mixing together like paint, leaving only black. He couldn’t see himself falling to the ground, and could only assume that he were experiencing time more slowly in his panic with how long he felt gravity’s pull; he couldn’t feel his hooves either.

His vision returned only to show him swirling colours in all directions, with no basis in the garden’s greenery. He looked down only to find that he could properly see his body, and a pink cloud underneath him, but a pegasus he wasn’t. He peered over the edge to see a bottomless void and, in his panic to scramble backwards, destroyed the cloud, beginning his descent. He closed his eyes and whimpered.

He didn’t feel any impact, or even the momentum fade, but eventually noticed he was no longer falling. He opened an eye to see the same backdrop, but slightly disturbed around his hooves. It felt like water.

“Right, you don’t have wings, so you can’t fly.” Caramel slowly turned to face the voice, his face twisted into horror after realizing what he saw seemed awfully similar to the garden’s statue. “It’s easy to forget that you ponies need wings to fly. I have wings, but I don’t need them.” The entity turned its back to him to reveal mismatched wings, still despite its floating. Its voice seemed feminine.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, or minutes, or years. He couldn’t tell.

“Okie dokie, let’s do this, I guess.” The entity—she—slithered through the air like a snake in water over to him. Caramel wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn’t, no matter how hard he wanted. Eris—he somehow knew that was her name now—shrugged in mid-air, propping her head up with her left arm resembling a gryphon’s and propping her left elbow against nothing, and let her other arm resembling a tiger’s dangle uselessly. “Aww, if you wanted to speak, you should’ve said something, silly.” She waved her dangling paw around and he felt the fear gripping his heart leave him somehow, instantly, causing him to cough until he cried.

Eris grinned at him while he started to breathe normally and clear his throat. His first words to her were so romantic: “W-What do you want with me, ... Eris?”

“I’ll be straight,” Eris said this while absentmindedly twisting herself into knots, “I’m bored, and decided I’d like to have a baby, a kid, or even a foal. I’ve selected you after looking through your whole life so far, and your family for a few generations. I just want to put some of you in here,” she patted what was probably her belly with a paw, “and I’ll handle everything else from there.”

“Um, no thank you, Eris.” He forced a smile and waited for her to send him back. They stared at each other again.

“Oh, sorry, I wasn’t asking. Um, what’s it called,” Eris didn’t want to flip through a dictionary with company over, but she soon enough found the word, and was pretty certain Equestria used it, “rape, that’s it! Yeah, this is rape. You understand that word, right?” She was so cheerful.

Caramel turned around and ran. He heard her calling after him, but he ignored everything. He ran for days and years and centuries, with no landmarks available to guide him. Exhaustion had no hold on him in this place, but he nevertheless tired of running eventually. He turned around for the first time, to see Eris still floating there. He hadn’t moved at all; in fact, he was even closer than he had been beforehoof. With a flick of her right wrist, he was rotated to face her.

He began to cower. “P-Please, I don’t want to do this.”

Eris tapped her chin for a moment as she thought. “Would it help if I made you want to do it?” It was such a casual suggestion, like asking a pony to change her hat, and his blood ran so cold he wouldn’t have been surprised to see ice forming on his legs.

“T-That would be even worse!” Eris opened her mouth, as if to retort, but said nothing and only got closer instead.

She slipped her claw underneath his barrel to his rear, and just as quickly brought it back with his penis and testicles joined by the surrounding tissue. Caramel nearly fainted, but she didn’t allow him that. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t feel his stallionhood between his legs, and yet he could feel it perfectly well in her grip. He watched her prod him, and his legs began to shake as she wrapped her serpentine tongue around him and vibrated it across the length. “It would probably taste better cooked, but we don’t need to do that.”

She bent over and stretched her arm unnaturally long to put him between her legs, and started to stab at herself; she made a quizzical face before realizing what was amiss, rolling her eyes normally at first and then shaking the pupils in her eyes like dice for a moment. “Oh, silly me.” Her paw rubbed over a spot, moving away to reveal her second pair of lips, and then her claw was able to force him to enter. Caramel involuntarily bucked his hips, and he began to lower himself to the ground as he couldn’t stand to stand for much longer.

Eris allowed her fur to stand, her scales to shiver, her tail to curl as she enjoyed herself. She got faster and more erratic in her stabbing, and at one point covered her face with paw and claw at the sensation, still stabbing at herself all the while. Caramel managed to look up at the sight; he watched and then felt his testicles retract, he felt his second head flare. He was going to give this monster a part of him, whether he liked it or not, and whether he liked it or not was uncertain to him for just a moment, in the moment. He shut his eyes closed tightly and heard fireworks.

He breathed heavily, now lying on his side. He still heard fireworks, and noticed how he saw flashes of light seemingly through his eyelids. He opened his eyes to see fireworks still exploding around Eris, who was coiled into a knot in mid-air. He saw himself lodged in her, with only her grip keeping him from falling out. Eris loudly exhaled. “That was fun.” She untied herself, or perhaps her body unfolded by phasing through itself or splitting before rejoining. Either way, she flicked her right wrist and Caramel couldn’t tell what had happened at first. “There you go.”

It felt like seconds, but he couldn’t tell or care, before he glanced at her to find himself no longer hanging out. He noticed he could feel his testicles against his inner leg, and craned his neck to check. He was all there, physically, anyway. He let his head flop down again; the water-like floor made no splash. She was still floating, and stretched herself out all the way, even straightening her limbs, and rested with her back pointing away from what could be called the ground.

Whether they stayed like that for minutes or days he couldn’t know.

Eris yawned. “Well, it was fun having you around, and part of you can stay with me, but I think it’s time to throw you back in.” She gave him a bit somehow, he still didn’t have the energy to pay attention, and then the floor swallowed him. He was blind again, but instead of swirling colours he slowly saw the castle gardens pop into his vision. He was standing, not lying; the dread and exhaustion had left him, if they’d ever been present. He looked around much like he had earlier, and wasn’t certain if any time had passed at all; everypony appeared to be in the same place as he recalled, doing the same things, but his memory was foggy.

Caramel took a deep breath, looked around one final time, and ate another flower before walking back to the Canterlot main square. He walked back to his inn room without saying a word to the owner. Even after he wasted time and got ready for bed, it was still early in the day, but that was fine by him; he could use the extra rest. He would go to sleep, and eventually forget about that waking nightmare. He gingerly pulled back the covers with his teeth, but not so much he wouldn’t be able to grab them in a moment; slowly stepped into bed; wiggled further underneath the covers to get comfortable; and pulled the covers over himself before resting his head on the pillow and closing his eyes.

Still, something bothered him, it felt like something in his left ear. He lifted his head from the pillow and rubbed it with his hoof, and felt something fall out. There was more than enough light pouring through the curtains for him to see it. It was a disgusting golden mass. Then he saw it glimmer in the light. He slowly put his head closer, and his whole body began to feel cold and shake at the realization. He took the bit in his mouth, it was certainly a bit, and set it on his nightstand before laying his head on the pillow again.

He stared at it for hours.