Author's Note

Contains: Self-hypnosis, gooning, growth, and mirror worship.

Day 26 - Eyes (Discord)

Discord knew to be careful around mirrors.

Reflective little bastards, even his lovely chaos had a habit of bouncing off of them and landing back on the poor Draconequus himself. Which, when it made something as hilarious as bunny ears sprout out of his head, he was perfectly fine with! Even he couldn’t resist a bit of self-serving chaos when it suited the mood.

And, he had to be honest, he looked quite attractive in one.

But, when it was something as simple as a quick glance into the colorful spirals of his hypnotic eyes, surely meant to be turned on Butterscotch when he finally came home from the store, it was far different.

Discord didn’t know how long he’d been standing there, be it seconds, minutes, or hours. Slack jaw, mouth hanging agape and drooling as he stared unblinkingly into his own distractingly spirally eyes.

It felt so good to stare into them.

So good that at some point his knotted equine shaft had swollen up between his legs, throbbing with need with every heartbeat. It pulsed and ached with pleasure each time, pressing him to keep staring into the spirals of his eyes. And as he continued to stare at the spirals, his body was filled with pulsing, aching pleasure.

At some point, his hands found their way to his aching sex, his paw stroking up and down the shaft while his claw fondled and stretched his full, heavy balls. Each tug and stroke was slow, achingly so, and only for the benefit of furthering his pleasure rather than pressing him towards an orgasm.

No, in this moment Discord wanted nothing more than to stand there, staring into his eyes and pleasuring himself. Occasionally his eyes flicked down to the shaft within his grasp and instinct took over, snapping his claw to make his shaft larger, more sensitive, or leakier.

So much so that eventually the horny draconequus was forced to his knees in front of the mirror, weighed down by a mighty package that arched into the air above him as it now begged him to stroke it. And so he did, using both claw and paw to masturbate a shaft that could put an alicorn to shame.

It was no surprise then that Butterscotch found Discord like this hours later, a large puddle of precum pooling under him as he mindlessly stroked. The draconequus didn’t even look up from his self-pleasure as Butterscotch walked up behind him, uncapping a small, fragrant glass bottle that he quickly held to Discord’s nostrils.

With one whiff, Discord’s slow river of precum quickly became a fountain as it sprayed against the mirror. And as Butterscotch continued to hold the bottle to Discord’s snout, his other dainty hand joined Discord’s to help him stroke.