It was past midnight now, and the show had concluded. Ponies filtered out of the stands as Yiaz sat on the grass outside, watching the shooting stars.

Eris flew above him, running loop-de-loops in the night sky. Every once in a while, she’d catch a curious glance her way and poof them a little souvenir—a puzzle with no solution, a candy with a wrapper made of chocolate, a hat that spun in perpetuity.

In short, Eris was in a good mood.

She must have noticed Yiaz noticing, too, because with another snap, a keychain of Mesmareino in a pink tutu appeared in his paws. “Well?” she asked. “Speak.”

Yiaz snorted, before clearing his throat. “I hope you enjoyed our little performance. I just figured if I wanted to catch the eye of Chaos Incarnate, I'd need to think outside the box. Though between you and me”—he leaned in conspiratorially—“I've never been quite sure where they keep this box everyone's always talking about.”

Eris raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Quite the cliche for someone aiming to impress me.” She stopped in midair, arching her back and turning to give Yiaz her full attention. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that. I’ve never seen so much effort expended to earn my favor. Most don’t even bother trying at all.”

“Well,” Yiaz chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “I figured you’d had your taste of pony stuff already. No point in giving you more of the same. I simply decided to get… creative.”

Eris scoffed lightly. She swooped down closer to him, examining his face with an appraising look. “So, ‘Yiazmat’, was this all a plan to get my attention? Would you happen to be seeking fame, fortune, importance? Or did you really believe you could pull one over on me?”

Yiaz leaned back slightly. No matter what, he had to look calm and composed. “Why not both?” he mused. “Your beauty, power, unpredictability… how could any self-respecting draconequus resist?”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Eris purred, although her eyes twinkled with amusement. “But I'll admit, you've piqued my curiosity. Very few manage to surprise me.”

Out of nowhere, she made a beeline toward Yiaz. It took all his focus not to flinch and roll out the way. Instead, he swallowed heavily and braced himself as Eris’s sharpened eagle claw drew closer and closer…

Until it landed, resting on his chest.

Badump, badump. Badump, badump.

Eris was… touching him!

She licked her lips. “My, how interesting. Another suitor after my own heart.”

Yiaz laughed nervously. At least that was one less thing he’d have to confess. “How did you know?”

Eris’s grin widened. She snapped her talon, a blackboard materialized in front of her, and a pair of thick glasses fell onto her face.

“Draconequus anatomy 101,” she began. “For one, our heart rhythms can change when we're experiencing certain emotions. A normal draconequus heartbeat is already irregular, but when we're feeling affectionate or interested, it takes on a distinct, rhythmic pattern. Like a dance of its own.”

She traced a small heart on the board and tapped it twice. It came to life and started vaguely dancing to the beat of Ponhemian Rhapsody. “And, there's the way we express affection physically. Ponies hug and nuzzle, but we have something a bit more… intimate.” She stepped closer to Yiaz, her breath warm against his face. “Our tails instinctively begin to curl, yearning to intertwine, like a serpent’s embrace. It’s an unmistakable sign one wishes their destiny be bound to that of another’s.”

The way she was even just looking at Yiaz was almost too much. If he thought about it, his tail really was curling, just as Eris had said.

But still, no matter what, he couldn’t rush it. “So, what's the verdict? Have I passed your little test?”

Eris tilted her glasses down and stared at Yiaz with raised eyebrows. “Test? What test?” she asked innocently.

Yiaz coughed. “You tell me.”

Eris's laughter pierced through the night air. “Oh, you've passed something, alright. You've got a certain… je ne sais quoi.”

Unexpectedly, she added, “So, ‘Yiazmat’, would you like to intertwine tails with me?”

Really? That was all it took?

It was an awfully forward request coming from the Goddess of Chaos. Yiaz scrambled his mind trying to think of some trick, some catch, but could not come up with any.

“Of course, I’d love to,” was all he managed to say. “And call me Yiaz.”

Yet, his body language still betrayed him, in a sense. Sure, he’d been with ponies before, and he’d even met other draconequui, but he’d never “intertwined tails” with another creature.

Evidently, Eris had spotted his uncertainty. “Allow me,” she offered, and began slithering her tail around his.

Her touch sent a shiver down Yiaz's spine. He reveled in the sensation of her fur against his, a reminder of how far he’d come, and how close he was. As the last of the ponies headed home in the distance, the air filled with the sounds of chirping crickets, and the atmosphere was electric.

As Eris’s tail gently brushed against Yiaz’s, slowly, deliberately, she began to press against his body. Yiaz watched as with a wave of her claw, her body began to elongate into coils, wrapping around him with a fluid grace only she possessed.

“Close your eyes,” she purred, her voice as smooth as silk. “Let me guide you.”

Yiaz did as he was told, his heart racing with anticipation. His breath came short as she coiled tightly around him, squeezing him tightly. Her warm touch was everywhere, overwhelming his senses.

“That’s right, Yiaz,” he heard her murmur. “Nice and wrapped up, like a little present. Doesn’t it feel good being like this?”

Yiaz let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding and eased into her grasp. “Y-yeah…”

“All wrapped up in chaos.” Eris squeezed against him tighter. “It feels good to relax like this, doesn’t it? After all, you must be awfully proud of what you’ve accomplished today.”

Yiaz nodded wordlessly. Every inch of him felt alive, yet so tired, with her presence. It was like being enveloped in a comforting blanket.

“So ready to take it to the next step with the Goddess of Chaos… so willing to trust her so unconditionally, so soon.”

Wait.

Her last sentence set off an alarm bell in Yiaz’s mind.

It sounded leering, almost predatory. Was he doing something wrong?

“You know,” Eris continued, “it’s not like every draconequus I’ve met has had the ability to hypnotize ponies. Some merely have mismatched parts. Some only possess light magic. Some have no special features at all.”

Yiaz’s thoughts raced, as did his heart. He could feel it pounding in his chest, the vibrations reflecting off Eris’s body.

Badump, badump. Badump, badump.

Something occurred to him. Beyond its elevated pace, his heartbeat wasn’t abnormal in the slightest—not chaotic, nor unpredictable. Not like what Eris had said at all.

And what was that about an instinctive need to curl his tail around another? If he’d never felt it before, had Eris been…

As his mind raced to piece it together, Eris began to chuckle. “Sue me,” she said. “Of course I made the whole thing up. Though it was easy figuring out what you wanted from the silly grin you’ve been sporting since Mesmareino’s show.”

“Thank you for revealing your suggestibility, though,” she added. “You may now open your eyes.”

What was she planning? Slowly, cautiously, Yiaz began to open his eyes…

…and found his vision bombarded with a rainbow of color.

Eris’s seductive voice filtered into his ear. “The real test starts now, my dear.”

Instantly, all of Yiaz’s muscles tensed, then slackened as he was assaulted with the full force of Eris’s hypnotic stare. Waves of boundless yellow, white, blue, and green lapped as his very consciousness and pulled him deeper into her gaze. It was so hard to focus—just as he found his eyes tracing one ring, it would pull in and disappear, replaced by another, and another.

His thoughts came to a near-grinding halt, save for one singular strand: listen to Eris. Obey Eris. Already, she was whispering something to him, and he couldn’t make out what, but he knew his subconscious would understand.

It was a losing battle. And yet, some part of him still refused to budge. He had come this far. He was this close. He would not succumb like ponies would have so easily.

“Nnngh… n-no…”

“Oh?” Eris’s tone was one of amusement. “You’re still somewhere in there?”

Yiaz clenched his teeth and knit his brows and focused. He was a draconequus, damn it, and he was going to show it.

He reclaimed one warped thought after another, until he felt he had just enough of himself left.

If it was a challenge Eris was issuing, it was a challenge she would get. Gradually, then all at once, the spirals in his eyes began to shift until they were distinctly his own. Even if he couldn’t hypnotize Eris, like he could Mesmareino, he had to try.

Eris's eyes widened, and if Yiaz squinted, he could almost see his own hypnotic colors threaten to trickle into them. “Oh, how very intriguing…” she mused aloud.

Yiaz’s heart pounded furiously in his chest. “E-Eris,” he stammered, trying to maintain the control he so desperately sought. “I-I’ve always admired your strength, your… chaos. Y-you… you’re captivating.”

Her smirk grew as she listened. “And why is that, Yiaz?” she cooed, leaning closer until their noses nearly touched. “What is it about me you truly desire?”

Yiaz swallowed hard, struggling against Eris’s coils. “Y-you’re powerful, unpredictable, untamed. You’re the epitome of what a d-draconequus should be.”

“Is that so?” Eris’s voice was filled with playful malice. She booped him on the nose. “So, what does that make you? A pale imitation, trying to capture a piece of the real thing?”

“N-no,” Yiaz stammered. His mind still clouded with fog as he pushed back against Eris’s hypnotic influence with his own. “I j-just think y-you deserve a compliment.”

She leaned even closer, her voice a whisper. “And I think you desire more, my dear Yiaz. You’ve a deep need to worship me. Perhaps it makes you a willing servant, eager to submit to true chaos.” Her hypnotic gaze intensified, even as Yiaz’s own color continued to slowly seep into her.

“I won’t!” Yiaz blurted out, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. “I’m a draconequus too! I won’t be hypnotized, I won’t be… reduced to somepony’s pawn. I’m not like them. I’m… better.”

And for a moment, Eris’s hypnotic assault halted. “Not like them?”

“G-gah!” Yiaz gulped down fresh air as Eris released his vice grip over him. “Not like ponies. Ponies are hypnotizable… controllable. Unlike me and you.”

“Hmm.” Eris scratched her chin thoughtfully.

Sweat trickled down Yiaz’s forehead. Had he convinced her? Had he won?

Eris began to giggle.

The giggle turned into a laugh, then a loud guffaw. Yiaz watched in bewilderment as the Goddess of Chaos roared with amusement.

“Is that what you think this is about?” she said. “You think you can amuse me better than the ponies do?”

She exhaled and looked at Yiaz once again, her smile widening. “You do amuse me more than most, I’ll admit. You’ve done a wonderful job surprising me this evening, and I’ll be the first to say it’s been most appreciated. But your assumption that I simply dismiss ponykind is fundamentally wrong.” Her tongue slithered out her mouth like a snake’s. “And I have just the way to prove it.”

She snapped her claws, and her coils wrapped tightly around Yiaz’s body again.

“H-hey, what’s- urk!” Yiaz nearly choked as he was squeezed even tighter than before. Damnit! He’d had it!

Eris merely waved her paw over him. All she said was, “Bibbidi, bobbidi, boo!”

And Yiaz felt one body part being squeezed especially hard—a sudden tightness constricting around his left arm, like an invisible vise.

There was a magical flash, and he yelped. When the smoke faded, his eyes darted toward it before reeling in confusion.

His arm had been replaced with… that of a pony’s. It was still very much his limb, with his own white fur—he could wriggle it to and fro, but his paw had been swapped for a very distinct pony hoof.

Eris watched with a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she continued her work. Her grip moved to Yiaz's right arm next, and once more, he felt a squeeze before it too changed with a poof into another pony leg.

“You wanted to think you were better than the ponies, hmm?” she taunted, her voice dripping with delight. “Let's see how you do as one of them.”

She continued down his body, coiling and squeezing and poofing, each limb transforming one after another. His powerful hind legs shortened into shorter pony legs, and he waved them around in the air where Eris held them.

“H-hey!” he pleaded, trying to wiggle out of her grasp. “T-this isn't funny!”

Eris's chuckle reverberated through the air. “Oh, but it is,” she said. “Chaos has its own system of justice, you know. What is it they say—the pride cometh before the fall?” Another squeeze, and his black and white tail was transformed into a pony’s tail—soft, sleek, and completely ordinary.

With every squeeze, Yiaz felt himself grow smaller. His back, then his torso, became a perfect match for his new four limbs. Finally, with a toothed grin, Eris placed her claw on his head and gave his nose a boop. As he coughed from the magic dust, he felt an odd series of sensations as his snout shrank, his mane grew thicker, and his horn warped into that of a unicorn stallion.

The transformation complete, Yiaz looked down at his new pony self in disbelief. Though his mostly black and white coloring remained, almost everything else had changed, and his face flushed a bright crimson.

“Now, let’s try again, shall we?” Eris sounded cool and confident as she scooped him up to eye level.

Yiaz waved his little hooves around as best he could. “W-whatever you do, just know that- thaunhhhh…”

His voice, and his thoughts, once again trailed off as he met Eris’s renewed hypnotic gaze. Waves of psychedelic color crashed through against his vision, turning his world into a glowing kaleidoscope.

The now-pony squirmed, completely defenseless in the Goddess of Chaos's grip. “You thought you could match me, little Yiaz?” Eris purred. “I admire the attempt, I really do. But now, I think it’s time for you to go to sleep.”

No longer a draconequus, Yiaz had no more means of fighting back with his own hypnosis. He tried channeling his unicorn magic, but all that came out were weak sparks that Eris quickly transformed into colorful fireworks.

As each one burst, it sent shockwaves pulsing through his mind, pulling him deeper into trance. “M-mnhhhh…” Now, forming coherent thought was even a challenge.

Eris tightened her coils around him, pressing her face close to his. Her hot breath washed over him, causing shivers to run down his spine. “No use fighting, little pony. Be a good boy for me and drop.”

Her hypnotic gaze grew more powerful, more invasive. Yiaz's attempts to resist grew weaker and weaker as his mind was overwhelmed by the assault of colors and patterns. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out his own thoughts.

And when they did form, to his horror, the very things he believed began to work against his favor.

You're just a pony. Ponies can't resist hypnosis. Your will is weak.

The idea wormed into his mind like an uninvited guest. It echoed across his consciousness, clinging to the rest of his thoughts as tightly as Eris gripped him.

You’re just a pony. Just a helpless, suggestible pony.

It was already getting hard to tell if the voice was his, or Eris’s. The thought repeated itself insistently, and with each instance, he felt his struggling grow weaker and weaker.

Every word sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine. You enjoy obedience. It feels so good to let go.

“Nnn... nggh...!” He whimpered as his body tingled, both from the stimulation of the mantra and the squeeze of Eris’s coils. As much as he hated to admit it, the words felt not embarrassing, but just… right. It felt so good to listen and obey.

Her eyes were so close they were practically touching his own. You want to be good for me. You want to show your devotion.

Almost all traces of resistance had slipped away. Yiaz merely accepted the words without protest, staring back at Eris with a loopy grin.

Good ponies submit to Eris. Good ponies serve Eris. Service brings you pleasure. My pleasure is your pleasure.

He wanted to be a good pony so badly. He wanted to submit and serve and worship and-

You’re mine, little Yiaz.

And at last, the remnants of Yiaz’s mind clicked into place with a final ping!

As all his muscles and tensions loosened, Yiaz’s head fell limply into Eris’s awaiting paw. Even as he looked away from her, hypnotic rings still pulsed within his eyes. He was completely hers.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Say it, dear. Tell me you belong to me.”

Yiaz's jaw hung slack, drool trickling from the corner of his mouth as he mumbled, “I… belong… to you… Eris…”

Eris’s eyes glimmered with satisfaction. “Good boy,” she purred, her affirmation sending tingles of pleasure through his body.

She cuddled around him and reached out her claw, stroking his mane like a pet and reveling in his unfocused stare. He looked so small and cute all bundled like this! She could just lean over and kiss him right now. Nay, she would.

As Eris closed the distance between their lips, she kissed him passionately, her mouth warm and inviting. Her lips moved fervently against his, sucking and nipping as her claws raked lightly through his mane.

The taste of her sent a rush of sensations through Yiaz’s mind and delightful shivers down his spine. Finally, he’d achieved his dream. Thoughts of wooing her troubled him no longer—as far as his mind knew, it had always been his destiny to submit to her.

“Now,” Eris purred between kisses, her voice dripping with command, “kiss me back. Show me just how much you worship me.”

Yiaz needed no further prompting. In a heartbeat, his lips matched hers as he kissed back eagerly, clumsily pressing against her. He kneaded his hooves against her firm body as he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling her tongue dart out and wrestle his own.

His body nearly shook from the intensity. Obeying Eris was his ultimate pleasure, and it left him feeling pure, unrefined joy.

And, it also left him feeling incredibly horny.

With shame long since purged from his mind, his body trembled with arousal, and his erection began to grow, pushing against Eris’s coils.

It didn’t take too long for Eris to notice it harden, and she smirked. It was about time.

Carefully, she guided her coils such that his shaft poked out between them. She wriggled to and fro, stimulating the length and causing Yiaz to gasp.

Her gaze filled with a predatory gleam. “My, it seems you're enjoying this far more than you expected,” she chided. “Now, isn't it simply delightful to submit to chaos?”

Yiaz let out a needy whimper, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. His hardened dick throbbed, straining against Eris's body as his mind drowned in ecstasy. “Y-yes, Eris… feels s-so good…”

Her chuckle was low and sultry. “Mmm, that's right. Let yourself feel it. Let yourself enjoy it. You’re mine now, Yiaz. My loyal, obedient little pony.”

She shifted her position, pressing even more firmly against his throbbing cock. Her touch sent electric sparks of pleasure coursing through him, and he let out an even throatier moan.

“M-more…”

“What was that, Yiaz?” Eris feigned ignorance as she continued to playfully knead and stroke around the length. Liquid dribbled out the tip and onto Eris’s fur—he was already leaking.

“M-more… I n-need more…”

This time, Eris used her paw to squeeze at the exposed tip as the tension within Yiaz built and he trembled and gasped for more. “You like that, don't you?” she teased. “Tell me, Yiaz, how badly do you want this? How much do you want to cum for me?”

Yiaz's breaths came in short, needy pants. “S-so much… please, Eris… I n-need it… please…”

Her eyes glimmered as she pressed her paw even more firmly against his length. “Then beg for it,” she commanded. “Beg to be fucked and to cum for me. I want to hear you plead, my little pony.”

Yiaz's body shook with anticipation as he whimpered, the words tumbling from his lips in a desperate rush. “Please, Eris… I-I need you… I need to be fucked… I need to cum… Please, please fuck me, let me cum for you… I'll do anything… I’ll worship you… please…”

Eris savored every word. “Very well, little Yiaz. You've earned it.” She shifted her position, guiding him lower on her body… and toward her own moist arousal.

She whispered into his ear, “I'm just as horny as you are, you know.” Biting her lip, she turned him around until his cock was positioned right above her awaiting entrance. “I’ll make sure this is a night you’ll never forget.”

She gently lowered him down, and the pair saw sparks fly.

Yiaz twitched and shuddered as he finally entered Eris. He shivered in ecstasy, his body writhing as the pleasure surged through him. His breaths turned into moans, and he began thrusting into Eris, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity.

Eris clung to him with surprising gentleness. It was impossible to deny her own lust, too. Her breath was heavy, her moans sweet music to Yiaz’s ears. Even as a pony, his cock was thick and satisfying, and it filled her in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time. She clung around him tighter as they shared their body heat and danced in the moonlight.

Their bodies intertwined, Yiaz and Eris moved in sync, lost in the moment of passion. The sound of their mutual moaning and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh filled the night air. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through the pair as both the draconequus and draconequus-turned-pony panted and moved as one.

Even as sweat coated Yiaz’s body, the pleasure of Eris’s touch pushed him on. His mind was flooded with thoughts of being a good pony for Eris, serving her, pleasing her. His unrelenting pleasure from his total obedience drove him to push against her, each plunge more intense than the last, each movement a chance to prove what a good pony he was.

And with each thrust, Eris released latent chaotic energy from her body, striking anything nearby. Trees bent at impossible angles, bushes turned into furniture, and flowers grew before shrinking again.

Their movements grew more synchronized, and their bodies moved with unspoken understanding. Eris wrapped herself tighter around Yiaz, her firm grip filling his head with glee. Their shared moans became louder, more urgent, echoing through the night.

The pressure built within them both, their pleasure mounting with each powerful thrust. The air was thick with their passion, the chaotic energy intensifying around them.

They were both so close. All they needed was one more push.

And Eris, body quivering with anticipation, cried out, “Cum for me, Yiaz. Cum for your Goddess.”

Her command pushed Yiaz over the brink. With a loud cry, he let go, his orgasm crashing through like a tidal wave. Breath ragged, his cock pulsed, firing load after load of cum into Eris’s snatch. Eris’s own climax followed almost immediately, her body tensing and convulsing around him as she clung on tightly to him, squeezing her eyes shut.

As the waves of pleasure washed over them, they collapsed onto the grass, panting and trembling in the afterglow of their mutual orgasm. For a moment, they simply lay there, basking in the lingering sensations.

Even as Yiaz lay facing the night sky, swirls still clouded his vision as his mind whirled with thoughts of continued submission. After a while, Eris crawled over to him and gently stroked his body.

"You know, I actually find your determination quite endearing," she mumbled. "I could see myself enjoying your company as a draconequus."

Her eyes glimmered mischievously. "But I think I'll keep you in this adorable pony form… for now,” she continued. “It's rather fun seeing you squirm."

In his mind-melted state, Yiaz couldn't muster a coherent thought to disagree. Instead, he simply gazed up at Eris with adoration in his eyes, a loopy smile plastered on his face. The thought of serving his Mistress again and again filled him with unrestrained joy.

"Yes, Mistress," he mumbled obediently. "I'll do anything to please you…"

Eris chuckled softly. "Good boy. We'll have so much fun together, my little pony."

And with a contented sigh, the two of them lay beneath the starry sky, savoring the quiet moment and the promise of more chaotic adventures to come…

Author's Note

ponies :3