Heavy is the Head

“And you’re sure you can’t stay?”

It was brief, and not very strong, but for a moment, Discord did consider the offer. It was an attractive one, after all. A pleasant evening with the only mare, nay, the only creature to treat him with decency and kindness for as long as he could remember. Such prospects were the only things to keep him contained in Equestria, and allowed him to, mostly, control his more destructive chaotic impulses, with only a few notable exceptions. Were you to ask Discord, he would genuinely and honestly claim that he was acting in the interests of his friends, and the good and innocent of Equestria, though he reasoned it was unlikely for even Fluttershy to turn a blind eye, if she knew.

Luckily for him, she didn’t. And what Fluttershy didn’t know about her dear friend, her personal rehabilitation project, wouldn’t hurt her.

“I do wish I could, dear, honestly, I do.” Discord stood up from the table, the remnants of his tea and cakes with his lovely host abandoned. He pulled off one of his horns as if tipping his hat, and returned it just as easily. “But, sadly, even beings such as I must occasionally yield to greater forces. The conjunction of the spheres is one such force.”

“It sounds—”

“Exciting? Invigorating? Plagiarized?”

“Dangerous. It sounds dangerous.” Fluttershy sighed, but went about clearing the table nonetheless. “I’m sure I sound silly, to think you might be in danger. But I worry about you, Discord. If this conjunction is such an important thing, wouldn’t you want help? If you just reached out to Twilight, I’m sure she’d be more than willing to lend a hoof.”

“Ha! And they say I’m funny!” Discord laughed. He stepped left and—somehow—appeared on Fluttershy’s right side. He reached for her shoulder, and she turned to him, as if she was expecting him, with tears in her eyes. The joke and the deflection that Discord had been preparing evaporated under the heat of that look, and he made the rare decision to offer something resembling the truth to his friend. “Fluttershy, dear. This is a large undertaking, and something I need to do on my own, but I don’t want you worrying about me. I will be perfectly safe the entire time. I’ve done it a dozen or so times, and I’ve not failed yet. I see no reason why I would begin now. It’ll just be a day, two at the absolute most, and I’ll be right back here to drive you up a wall. And that is a Discord guarantee.”

“Oh, stop it. You’re no trouble, you know that.” Clearly still a bit on edge, Fluttershy did relax enough to work up a smile, tired and anxious as it was. “So I suppose that means I should expect you for tea on Monday? Noon?”

“My dear, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Discord grinned with disarming confidence, a veneer that shattered when Fluttershy floated up into the air, and hugged him tightly. It was nice, warm, perhaps a bit uncomfortable. He smiled a bit more genuinely, and patted Fluttershy on the back. “It’ll be okay. I’ll be back before you have the chance to miss me.”

“And if you find yourself in trouble… Please promise me that you’ll ask for help.” Fluttershy pulled back, and held Discord firmly, unwaveringly. The look in her eye was serious, something even Discord could acknowledge. “If something happens to you, and we could have stopped it, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“I promise. You still have that crystal I gave you, no?” Fluttershy nodded. “If it glows red, bring it to Twilight. She can blast it apart with her magic and open the portal it contains, it’ll bring you right to me. But only if it glows red. I promised you. Can you promise me?”

“Of course. I promise.”

Discord smiled, perhaps a bit sinisterly on the inside. Fluttershy was such a good friend that he almost felt bad lying to her like this. But some things were more important than the truth.

“I really should be going. The sooner I begin, the sooner I can be done.” Fluttershy nodded, and released Discord from her grasp; Immediately, he slid to the floor, his legs melting through the floorboards in a strange, hazy purple glow. He sunk deeper, more and more of his body disappearing, until only his head remained above ground. Discord winked, and blew a kiss to Fluttershy. “I’d better get a head start.”

He sunk down entirely, falling out of Fluttershy’s home, and into his own. More specifically, he melted into what could be called his basement, although the entropic architecture of Discord’s home made such names meaningless. For his purposes, the simple concrete room was just fine, regardless of what it was called; No doors, no windows, no cracks or seams. No way in or out, aside from a particular brand of chaos magic that was impossible for anyone but Discord himself. This made it an ideal shelter or hiding place, which was Discord’s initial intention for it. Should some terrible evil invade Equestria, again, this would be where he brought Fluttershy and her friends, until a plan could be crafted. Short of that, it also doubled as a highly effective dungeon.

On the floor, in the middle of the room, was a simple, copper urn. Undecorated and unmarked, the only sign that it had any importance was its presence in the room at all. As Discord hit the ground, the urn wobbled as if to fall over, but never quite did. He smirked as he approached the urn and, with a little snort, Discord kicked it over onto its side. The lid came free and clattered across the room, and from the depths of the urn came a great plume of dense, swirling black smoke.

The eyes came in first, discs of ethereal green light with piercing, penetrating scarlet irises. Then a face materialized around the eyes, a snout and fangs, a proud mane of onyx hair. From the cloud of smoke, out kicked a hoof, then another, and another and another, and only then did the mass seem to become corporeal, and then fall to the ground in a heap. Discord couldn't help but smirk at what he saw; Never one for Kings, it was darkly satisfying to see one fall.

“Who… would dare…?” A twisted growl floated from the fallen King Sombra, his defiance as weak as his legs as he struggled to pull himself upright. He looked so plain and frail, without his armor or other royal regalia. So weak. Almost mortal. “Who should oppose Mine rule? Do you…?”

The King of Darkness petered out, as he became aware of his surroundings. His eyes fell on Discord, and something inside of him changed. He set his jaw and dug his hooves down, ready for conflict, but Discord could see right through it: Sombra was scared. Discord smirked at the idea that someone as powerful and fearsome as Sombra would be afraid of anything. The idea that Sombra would be afraid of him.

Good. He had reason to fear, and Discord intended to show those reasons shortly.

“Hello,” said Discord. He bowed a bit too low, with so much honor and deference that it could only be facetious. “It’s been some time, but I’m quite sure you remember me.”

“Discord. The Mad God of Chaos.” Sombra sneered, staring up at the considerably taller Discord. “What business do you have with me? So important that you would free me from—”

“Bzzt!” Somehow, using his mouth alone, Discord made a near-perfect impression of a buzzer, like from a cheap daytime television game show. “Wrong!”

“Wrong? How could I be wrong?” Sombra demanded. “I was defeated, if barely, and imprisoned. Now, I am free, and it is your doing.”

“Well, you're almost there. You were defeated, and you were imprisoned.” Discord slowly slithered across the room, stalking around Sombra like a panther. “And you being here is my doing. But the one bit you got wrong, that's the most important bit.” Discord stopped in front of Sombra, baring his mismatched fangs. “You most certainly are not free. No, consider this more of a transfer than it is a release.”

“Speak plain, mutant! I am in no mood for games, least of all from a jester such as you!” The King barked with rage and venom, perhaps hoping that his fire and fury would intimidate his captor. “What do you want from me?”

“It's very simple. Actions have consequences, and crimes have punishments. Everyone, everything, gets what they deserve, eventually. The only thing is determining who it is that dishes out the justice. Some wrongdoers have the fortune of getting Twilight Sparkle.” With one hand, with a fraction of his power, Discord grabbed Sombra around the throat and plucked him up from the ground, with the same amount of effort it may take one to lift a bag of groceries. “You, unfortunately, aren't so lucky. You get me.”

“Pah! Do you really believe that I fear you?” The King’s false bravado was beginning to run out, and Discord could smell as such. “So what, then? I got off with a slap on the wrist, so now you're going to kill me? Is that it? Mine life is everlasting, fool. The Elements of Harmony could not kill me, and neither can you!”

“You see, that's the problem with most immortals…”

Discord released Sombra, sending him crashing to the floor. Before the King of Shadows could react, before he could even draw in breath, Discord was on him; With powerful, terrible magic, he conjured up four thick chains that exploded out of nothing, and bound themselves by magical manacles to each of Sombra’s limbs. The chains grabbed anchor upon reality itself, and splayed the King’s body out so that he had nothing but his horn with which to defend himself.

It would be enough. That horn, and the power it commanded, brought Empires to their knees, and it would certainly be enough to free himself from Discord’s clutches. That was why The God of Chaos grabbed that horn tightly, and with a twist and a yank, pulled it clean from Sombra’s head. There was no pain, but great shock, when Sombra saw his own horn hit the ground, severed, unharmed, and useless.

Sombra hid his fear well before. But now, the deranged, chaotic anticipation in his captor’s eyes managed to break through his mask, and show just how rattled he truly was.

“You all worry so much about dying that it never even occurs to you.” Discord stood upright, and pointed down. Almost as if possessed, Sombra’s eyes drifted down, going wide at the sight of the thick, drooling, knotted cock that now hung proudly between Discord’s legs. “You can't even fathom the thought that there may be a worse fate, yet.”

“You sick dandy worm,” growled Sombra. “Release me now, or your suffering will be great.”

“Great suffering, hm?” A slithering chuckle chilled the air as Discord slowly approached his prisoner, stalking forward while the disgraced king thrashed and fought in his arcane bondage. “Now that, my friend, is an idea.”

“Release me! This will be your final warning!” snarled the dark king. “You will free me, and I shall—”

Sombra didn't get to say much more than that before he felt a pressure against his left ear. He jerked away, only for a powerful paw to hold his head in place. The force and pressure grew, first slightly uncomfortable, then genuinely unpleasant, then legitimately painful. Panic began to claw at Sombra, an unfamiliar fear that boiled up in his gut. He was powerless, unable to move, unable to fight back.

“Please…” Sombra squirmed, tears welling in his eyes from the growing pain. “The two of us… We can rule this world together, if you just—”

“Sombra, buddy, my friend.” Discord paused, stretching out his torso until his elongated form brought him face-to-face with his captive. “There is nothing in this world—or any world—that you could offer me. Beg and plead all you like, it changes nothing. I'm going to rape your thick skull until you learn how to behave, or I get your brain pregnant. Whichever comes first.”

It happened in an instant. The pain in Sombra’s head shot up as Discord, someway, somehow, forced the tip of his cock into Sombra’s ear. The king screamed, or rather, he tried to; instead of any intelligible speech, all Sombra was capable of producing was a low, dull moan as Discord violated his ear canal. Inch after scarlet inch penetrated Sombra’s stretching, gaping cavity, filling his head with Discord’s thick, hard cock.

“Good boy, Sombra,” snickered Discord. “Nice and snug, just how Daddy likes it. How's it feeling?”

“Hurts… Head…” One word at a time, Sombra rasped out his answer. He barely fought against the chains anymore, mainly just hanging limp and gently swaying from his restraints. “No… more…”

“Hm… You can still string together thoughts. Must not have gone deep enough.”

Discord rocked his hips, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into Sombra’s twitching, convulsing body. Each thrust brought with it a disturbing squelch, and a pained, whimpering moan from Sombra. It was satisfying to have the King of Shadows, who some call the darkest of all evils, at his feet, at his mercy. Not that Discord was feeling particularly merciful at this time.

Even more satisfying was Sombra’s tight, wet ear canal. The way it gripped Discord, clenched tight on his cock and seemed to suck it in deeper. It was delightfully strange, and Discord relished every thrust, every jerk of his hips until he could go no further. He hit some sort of obstacle, probably the cochlea. The reasonable thing to do—if there was even such a thing as reason in a situation like this—would be to stop, decide that Sombra had enough, and move on.

Reasonable, yes, but not particularly fun, in Discord’s mind.

“I think I might need something with a bit more reach,” mused Discord. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, his hips still rolling and rocking, fucking Sombra’s head mercilessly as the king moaned and groaned in protest. “Let's see… Maybe something a bit closer to home…”

There was a muffled stretching sound, like a rubber glove pulled to its limit. At the same time, Sombra’s limbs twitched and thrashed, his entire body convulsing. Blood began to trickle from his nose, and a thin stream of the stuff ran down his cheek from his right eye, and the reason why soon became apparent; slowly, from Sombra’s other ear, emerged the fat, meaty flare of Discord’s new horse cock. Blood and slime, and a thin layer of precum, coated his length, and he dripped more pre down onto Sombra’s quivering form.

“Much better, don't you think?” chuckled Discord. In place of words, a hoarse, rattling croak was all you could make out from Sombra. “What's that? Not a fan of the chains? Well, I suppose you've been a good boy, so we can do away with them for now.”

Discord snapped his fingers and, just as quickly as he had created them, the chains restraining Sombra vanished into thin air. With nothing to support him, Sombra dropped, held in place only by the fat cock stretching out his ear. His body jerked, like a bad bungee jump, and, with a low, slurring, moan, a thin, pathetic trickle of cum dribbled down Sombra’s weakly kicking leg. Discord smirked at the sight, knowing that the king would be apoplectic, if only he could be aware of what was happening.

With his clawed talon, Discord hooked Sombra by the nostrils and held him in place. Discord used him like a toy, stroking his thick, bloody member with Sombra’s skull like a clock sleeve. He could feel Sombra’s brains scramble around him with each deep thrust, the sensation of squishy matter almost as delicious as the feeling of this twisted sense of justice.

The two hit the ground, forced down by Discord’s push until Sombra’s head was pressed against the concrete floors of the improvised magical dungeon. Now on top, Discord found himself in the perfect position; He slammed his hips down with renewed vigor and aggression. His pelvis smacked against Sombra’s empty head, dribbling his skull off of the concrete like a basketball. Heavy balls swung beneath Discord in tune with his movement, rhythmically slapping Sombra across the face. Whatever brain remaining in the king’s head was becoming a well-fucked, thoroughly concussed mess. Each violent thrust tore through thoughts, memories, the concept of being itself. Discord wasn’t just punishing Sombra for his crimes, he was raping the tyrant away into nothing; A fate perhaps worse than death.

“You could at least pretend you don’t like it,” chuckled Discord. He was being glib, obviously, but he didn’t care. At that moment, he was too absorbed in his fun, his cruel and unusual dispensing of justice. He glanced between Sombra’s hindlegs, and, seemingly corroborating his facetious claims, the king was limply trickling out a thin, powerless stream of cum. “That little prick of yours says to me that you’ve been dying for something like this to happen! What was it you called me? A ‘sick dandy worm’?” Discord threw his head back and laughed. “Funny. Sounds like you were projecting.”

“Hnnghh… Baaaah.” Sombra quivered, somehow cumming again, despite the remnants of his mind being thoroughly unreachable. His eyes were vacant, glazed over. It didn’t seem as though they saw much of anything. Even still, the king managed to muster the strength, the will, to beg. “Puhleashe… Stahaap…”

“Hm? What was that? Here, let me just…”

With a lewd schlurping noise, Discord slid his cock free, leaving Sombra to collapse onto the floor. There he lay, motionless, until Discord snapped his fingers and set his magic to work; Sombra’s ear slowly closed back to its original size and shape. It took a few moments, but life soon bled itself back into Sombra. His eyes regained their light, and he soon pushed himself up on shaky legs, heaving and panting from the strain of it all. He wiped the blood from his nose with a trembling hoof, and he looked up at his assailant with disgust, apprehension. Fear. Fear was supposed to be beneath him. Yet, somehow, Discord had found a way to strike true, genuine, unshakable fear into Sombra’s twisted black heart.

Sombra wasn’t really clear on how Discord was the good guy in this situation, but that wasn’t the most pressing matter at the time.

“There, back to normal,” said Discord. “So, what was it you were saying? I couldn’t quite make it out.”

“You’ve… made your point…” huffed Sombra. “I was wrong… I deserve justice… But speaking plain, this is—”

“Bizarre? Cruel? Inhumane?”

“This is the most fucked up thing I have ever bore witness to.”

“Heh. Speaking plain, indeed.”

“I have no quarrel with you. No ambition for retaliation.” Sombra kept his eyes low, not daring to look at Discord directly. He was thoroughly rattled, and understandably so. Even still, Discord couldn’t help but laugh at such a display of submission from the King of Shadows. “I have no desire to oppose you, or the princesses, or your Spirits of Harmony. Release me, and I will go peacefully. You will never see me again.” His eyes darted up, then back down when he saw the devious glint in Discord’s crimson eyes. “Please. You said this was about justice. What justice is there in punishing me further?”

“Hm… Well, I suppose you have a point. And you’ve learned your lesson?” Sombra nodded. “Promise?” Again, Discord nodded. “Tell me, Sombra. What have you learned today?”

“I learned that opposing Sparkle and her friends means opposing you. And opposing something like you is tantamount to suicide.” He relaxed slightly. The worst was behind him, and though his ego was damaged and his image forever tainted, there was far more dignity in this surrender than in his torture. “I learned that my actions have consequences.”

“Well, you’ve mostly got it. There’s two lessons you missed, though. Lesson one: My definition of justice is a lot like me; polarizing, unorthodox, just a bit unnatural, but highly effective.Lesson two?” Discord grinned. “Lesson two is that I can fix you whenever I like. I need you to understand that, I can very easily undo what I do to you. I just don’t want to.”

With impossible speed, Discord was back on Sombra, using a blend of magic and brute strength to force him against a wall. The king snarled and shouted, pitifully fighting, but there was nothing he could do, no way to escape. His heart stopped when he felt Discord press his cock against his ear once more, and he could do little more than scream in horror when Discord once again penetrated his skull. All in one go, Discord shoved his fat, slimy cock back into Sombra’s head and slammed his fat cockhead against the king’s brain.

Wet slaps and sick cracks filled the room, the unholy sounds of the former king’s head raped against the unflinching, unforgiving concrete wall. The warm meat of Sombra’s scrambled brains wrapped around Discord’s length, unintentionally milking him with the way it spasmed and convulsed. Again, Sombra lost control of his bodily functions, and he shot a tiny jet of cum onto the floor with each rough, feral, sadistic thrust of Discord’s hips.

“You know, Sombra, you’re a very selfish lay. I’ve lost track of how many times you’ve cum, but me?” grunted Discord. “Not an ounce of consideration for my needs! But that’s okay, your highness. I’m going to take what I’m owed.” He slid back, until only the flare of his cock remained in Sombra’s head. “And you? You’re going to take…”

Discord slammed his hips forward hard, balls deep and with such force that Sombra’s right eye bulged from its socket, oozing blood down his cheek.

“My big…” Again he retreated. “Fat…” When Discord slammed forward this time, he could feel Sombra’s brain collapse into a bloody, gory mess swimming inside his cranium. “Cock!”

With an unrestrained roar, Discord came. His dick swelled, stretching Soimbra’s defiled orifice beyond anything thought possible. Impossibly thick, incredibly hot, unknowably sticky ropes of jizz erupted from Discord’s chaotic cock. Wave after wave of otherworldly semen flooded Sombra’s skull, coating the mincemeat remnants of his brain and filling his head with seed. The pulses seemed endless, seeping out of Sombra’s other ear, his nose, and running down from his eyes like thick, sticky off-white tears.

“Fuck me, I needed that…” moaned Discord. In reality, it was only but a few moments, but as far as Sombra could tell, it took him hours to stop cumming. “Alright, Sombra, here’s the skinny. We have two choices. Either I can snap my fingers, undo everything that was done today, and let you go back to your business… Or I could keep you here for all of eternity as my empty-headed jizz sock whenever I get the urge to rape a brain to a sticky paste. What do you prefer? Say yes for the former, and just sit there like a brain-dead cocksleeve for the latter.”

Sombra’s mouth hung open, and a thick bubble of Discord’s cum bubbled out of his throat. In inflated and deflated slowly, in time with Sombra’s weak breathing, until it popped and let loose a deluge of sticky sperm.

“Sounds like you’re a fan of the latter.” Discord snapped his fingers, and his cock vanished in a puff of smoke. With nothing to support his body, Sombra dropped like a bag of bricks, cracking his face against the concrete floor. “Oops. Sorry, probably should’ve laid down a cushion or something. Oh well, now we know for next time. Now if you’ll excuse, I told my darling Fluttershy that I had to perform ‘the conjunction of the spheres’, and I wouldn’t dare to lie to her. Now I just have to figure out what that would even be so I can do it…. In any case, you’ll be seeing me again soon. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

A low, thoughtless, meaningless groan was the only answer Discord received, and yet, it seemed to be good enough.

“Thanks for understanding!” Discord made to leave, but stopped himself. “Hey, I’m pretty sure you have a concussion, so make sure you don’t fall asleep. That’s, like, super bad for you. Ta-ta for now!”

Discord took a step forward and vanished entirely, leaving the brutally violated former tyrant alone to suffer in a sticky puddle of cum, blood, and bloody chunks of his own brain.