The Book of Discord

As she walks towards you you can see the fury in her eyes, she's pissed. Too spent from the experience you've just had, you don't know what to do. Just then you hear a voice in your head. You're not able to make out quite what it's telling you, but suddenly you know just what to do. You have an even greater understanding of how the book works and just what it is.

You know now that the book wasn't written by some unicorn of great and dark power. It was a gift to an earth pony like your self long ago, from someone named Discord. The book has a great many spells, incantations, and powers, but only an earth pony such as yourself, who has been violated and has a true understanding of chaos and lust for power can comprehend the book's true power.

You're not sure what happened to the original owner or how Twilight Sparkle got her hands on such a powerful artifact, but you know just what you're going to do with it. Knowing what you know, there is only one option.

With a new burst of energy you summon the tentacles once again, the angry pegasus is now lifted into the air by twice the previous amount. This time with your new understanding of the book your able to sever the connection between you and her, as you wouldn't want to exhaust your self again so soon (You have big plans). This time you leave her mouth open so that, in the thrall of orgasmic bliss, her screams are so loud you're sure even Celestia herself could hear them.

"Help! Oh Celestia help! It huuurts!"

Just as you had hoped soon ponies come running drawn by the screams of poor little Fluttershy unaware that, that is just what you wanted. One by one, all that arrive are given the same treatment. Some ponies catch on quicker than others and attempt to flee when they realize that the park has become an unholy ground of maddening sex, but they can't run faster than your tentacles can catch. Quickly the screams of the your first victim are drowned out by the chorus of screams of almost the entire town.

You look around yourself and bask in the pure bliss of dozens of ponies all being stuffed and fucked, a mix of the tentacles juices and theirs leaking and dripping onto the ground. The smell alone could send you into an orgasmic coma, and the sights of mare and stallion alike being raped unendingly by your gelatinous appendages. Screaming, thrusting, fucking, raping, it's a haven of chaos. But... something is missing.