Challenge: Strangest ship you can think of

“I’m sorry,” Discord breathed, his rich voice weighted heavily with regret, “This is wrong.” He ran his feline paw across his twisted face, stretching the expression of dismay to exaggerated valleys. He turned from the setting sun, casting his expression in shadow.

Scootaloo looped through the air, an indulgent smirk on her lips. “What’s wrong about it? I’m a grown mare, you’re a grown…”

“Draconequus.”

“Draconequus. Why deny the feeling?” She flitted through the air, hovering next to the demi-god’s shoulder. She rested a hoof where feathers met coat. He shrugged her off and turned away again. Scootaloo was too persistent to be ignored. Rounding to his front she grabbed his face with both hooves and lowered her muzzle to meet his.

Discord struggled, torn between the burning desire to give in to every fiber of his body demanding he reciprocate and his mind reeling with guilt. To his dismay his body gave in, clutching Scootaloo in his claws and pulling her close. As they broke, the mare in his arms panting breathlessly, he cringed and hugged her close. “It’s not as simple as what I feel, ‘Loo,” Discord sighed, his strained tone barely carried to the orange mare’s ears, “I’ll only hurt you. It’s…” A low sniffle drew Scootaloo to tighten the grip of their embrace. “It’s all I am. It’s all I can do.”

“No,” she whispered, “No, that’s not true. You create. You protect. You grow and nurture.” She pulled from his embrace to turn around, pumping her wings emphatically in his face. “How can you say you only hurt when you did this?”

The orange feathered limb hung in front of his red eyes. He didn’t even need to focus his magic to see what she wanted him to see. Chaos magic coursed through the bones and muscle, twisting deformed flesh to straightness, weakened osseous matter bristling with sparks of power. The wing pulsed with magic, permanent power infused throughout every biological pathway, every feather, every vein, every nerve. Scootaloo turned back, kissing the demi-god again. “How can you say you hurt when you let me fly?”

His mouth moved before he could think, the answer as automatic as breathing. “A bird born to soar has no place trapped on the ground.”

She kissed him again. “A draconequus born to care has no place trapped all alone.” This time Discord kissed back.

Author's Note

This was a challenge to write the strangest ship I could think of. Fished for some weird ones among my fellow Twidash folks and settled on Discordaloo. Blame coffeedog14 for this. Also me; I wrote it.

Self-imposed rules: 4 hours, 100-500 words, Discordaloo theme.

Now let's never speak of this again.