The Fragments of Ass

“Celestia is awful white,”  thought Leroy.

. . .

For a couple of hours, the bastard had needed some time to calm down, for his largely unlawful, and highly profuse amount of fucking had caused untold chaos around the land immediately around him. Although it wasn’t without a sharing of this interest that these things had come to pass, but those things had no weight against his non-existent conscience of things — his world had become so accustomed to his complete and utter disdain for order, that they simply no longer cared whenever he went against the grain — there was no swaying him, anyway — he could be stopped, however, but not very easily.

Though, in fact, all of the ones involved in the prior fuckfest had a part in it, especially the princesses themselves, though more Celestia than Luna.

Per their involvement, the human race was able to start their march of unholy contamination into the world of ponies, from which all things of abnormality knew a respective norm, and no stone was left unturned.

Those events had been Discord embodied, such to the point that they had forgotten all about the towering statue out in the wilderness — releasing him unknowingly.

And, Added to that was the hawtness of it all, thereby making the situation a very steamy one.

Critters, people, horses, and the like were all part of the catastrophe, making the steaminess a very much wanted thing — such is dictated by the primal instincts of them all — deep within their primordial minds it is — the drive for sex, or so it is called — that desire that supersedes even living still — seeing as how they had all nearly killed themselves in the heat of the super-sexy time action.

They really didn’t care how fucked up it may have been — not a single one of them.

But, in the wake of that ridiculously titanic fornication, a different kind of evil was released from his state of sleep — yes, something like that, anyway — more like stony repose — certainly there’s no way for that to be comfortable.

Imprisoned as he may been, though, he, quite literally, was never truly in lack of knowing — suspended animation or not, it made no difference — as he was known to do, his gathering of knowledge never ceased — very good ears he has.

But, in any case, they really were all to blame — all of those guilty fuckers — spectators, what-have you, none of them were to be spared, at least in the eyes of Discord.

Surely enough, as sure as Celestia and Leroy had succeeded in waking the bastard; Discord, the crusader of hell was most certainly hell-bent on doing the very same things that those two (Celestia; the elder heavyweight Equestrian sex champion, and Leroy; the unholy bastardchild of Satan’s dry anus whose destiny was to prove that nothing can truly be considered immoral — for he would shatter all morals effortlessly) had done, except to every living/non-living thing in all-encompassing legality/existence — to fuck all of the life out of life — and render perpetually sexy ungodliness the only truth for any of those poor sentient beings to ever know — never letting up on his lack of mercy, at all.

That is Discord’s mission, anyway — if it can be called a mission . . .

More like an eternal quest to decimate boundaries of all kinds — not much unlike Leroy, except for the fact that he had no problem with killing anything — or, more accurately, that he simply couldn’t keep himself from killing things — his size, over-active imagination, and his near-omnipotent usage of his powers, magic, and other things up his ass/belt/whatever the fucking phrase is supposed to mean.

. . .

Moments later, Luna turned her head towards the motherfucking hyoo-mahn, and said:

“You can suck a cock for all I care, but at least you’re good at fucking the living shit out of stuff.”

That much was certainly true; owing to his name, at the very least, as such he had proven by the events of the titanic fuckoff that graced the ground with horribleness.

Alas, Leroy had ridden Celestia hours prior, and now he was riding her sister, although in a much different manner — in a way that didn’t involve sex, or fornicating, or anything of that matter, actually — however surprising that may have been.

All three pairs of eyes looked down to see a very pissed-off draconequus raging upon the ground below — seemingly epitomizing all that is unholy matrimony of all of life’s elements, and fucking them all together in a hideous, sadistic, and unorderly blending of all hell.

In an effort to break the odd silence that had eerily formed between them, the one riding on the younger’s back asked:

“So, what the fuck is Discord, anyway?”

It only seemed appropriate to ask, after all.

Seeing as he had fucked beyond all belief, the only thing left in him was a trace of sanity — not very normal for him, at all — but, the fucking of earlier had actually succeeded in satiating his inhuman lust for all things fuck, and left him almost seeming “normal”.

But, there were more reasons to wonder than just that —

The newly-released one below was now defacing nearby mountain ranges with his dick, and lots of other oft-considered horrible things, but, in his case, they really weren’t so bad at all, for him.

He really did pose a serious threat for everyone there, though. At that very moment, he was stomping upon innumerable amounts of prairie wildlife, and other things.

Before long, the dragons would probably give their two cents on all of the bullshit, and, as an extension, the ponies might join in the war, as well.

A little of time remained, however, before any of that was to happen.

Perhaps it was good that all of that fucking happened in great seclusion to civilization.

If he gets to Canterlot, though, shit will most certainly hit the fan.

Though, it would be more of a distinctive shade of red, rather than the brown of old.

Indeed, Discurd am ultimate problem of all.

“So, that bullshit aside, what the fuck is discord, bitch please” questioned the professional fuckfaggot.

“Discord is the biggest pimp in all of the land, don’t you know, you big-dicked idiot?”

Big, indeed. And, not just like kinda big. We are talking about Discord, and not Leroy’s dick, mind you.

Well, at one time, the motherfucking draconequus may have been considered terrestrially sizable, but after a few million years (long before either of the princesses, and then a good bit into their lives), he grew to absolutely monstrous proportions — by anyone’s measure, it would suffice to say that he was pretty fucking huge.

His stature easily dwarfed most large buildings. The only structure of measure was the royal castle of the sisters, and even then, Discord still looked large.

But, he wasn’t just big in that respect. He was also a major pimpmeister, and only a very select few had never felt the power of his pimpness (i.e. fugitives).

For, there were many reasons to either fear, or respect Discord.

One of those being his unimaginably large dick, and the other being his namesake proficiency for the disorderly use of magic.

With magic at his side, the bastard can make just about anything come to pass, and in his image, no less.

Nevertheless, the horsefucker was left amiss of some other shit of farcical importance.

“Well, how the fuck am I supposed to know, if I’m just a big-dicked idiot? I mean, I only just got here like, what: 4 hours ago?”

And such was the case. He and his entourage stormed the fuck in, and had effortlessly released Discord.

A job well-done by the fucking idiots, and a golden shitstar for Leroy.

As of yet, they were, unfortunately, stuck in Equestria, as the portal that they had come in through had since disappeared, leaving them stranded in a world not very suitable for them.

But, it wasn’t just their fault — as jam-packed as those events had been — for 4 hours, quite a few incredible things had occurred — with or without discretion to hinder them from happening — as their discretion had completely leapt from their minds, leaving only Discord for them — and Discord they did receive.

Though, greatest honor was given to another —

In truth, Twiligit was, in fact, the root of the problem . . .

That bitch . . .

Whoa!! Wait just a second!? What the hell? Leroy partially making sense? How is that?

“Your argument is invalid — I want you inside of me,” the blue one retorted from her own ire.

Like many of the spectators of the prior event, she had simply been one on the side — in great need of fucking, but was left alone for not being forceful in her efforts — and could not accurately diagnose her problem, even though there was one thing that she could do — late she was, though — Leroy was no longer the fuckmonster that he was earlier — so, despite her desires, she would have to wait, in any case for whatever it is that is to come to pass in that fucked-up land that they romp about in — not without Discord any longer, unfortunately — at least there was something for them to fuss over, anyway — a worthy, but not necessarily needed change, but seemingly significant, nonetheless — for, he had been imprisoned for so long, and not without a merciless fucking of all things would he stop his raging — just as she had been imprisoned in the moon for a thousand years, and by her own sister, no less — but, that was much more easily forgiven, since her sister is one of caring, and not just simply one of indiscriminate destruction, much like the incredible bastard set on a course to destroy all — fucking everything boundless, without mercy of any kind — and with lots of semen — such an amount that would disgrace even the blue whales of Earth.

But, that aside, hawt is hawt, after all, and Luna cannot be blamed for wanting so.

Honestly, is there really anything wrong for wanting some — especially in a case where none was allotted to her?

Luna just wants some of that Leroy for herself, despite the current — nothing too complicated.

“Dayum, gurl, that’s fucking hawt — you’ll have to wait for that, though. But, seriously, who is Discurd?”

Luna turned her head back down from the gaze of the fucked human, and returned to its natural position — gazing roundabout the castle, just as Celestia’s had been the whole time — odd as Celestia had been quiet, but perhaps for good reason — not just of broken pride, seemingly.

“He is the oldest pimp in all of the world. Me and my sister locked him away for all eternity when his dick grew too big for mere mortals to take in and he started killing everyone with it.”

But, there is a lot more to him than that . . .

Discord has the most prolific history of any known living fucker on the face of . . er . . whatever planet Equestria is on . . .

Origins unknown, the discordial one has disgraced all of ponydom for many, many years — his death toll ranks in the hundreds of thousands, and his power unmatched in all respects.

Why, if he so desired, he could turn every pony alive into a gnome, or he could turn the sunlight into an ice-cream shower, or, basically, anything else.

Though, he opts not to do such things, as he is the greatest pimpmeister the world has ever seen — with a sexdrive to match.

And . . . A very big dick, as well.

“Woha!! Well, not really for eternity, it would seem. But, that’s uninteresting bullshit. I mean, was his dick for real big enough to kill people? Your sister took me full force and she wasn’t even phased. I wonder how big his kawk would have to be to do that . . .”

But, there were more reasons to wonder than just that —

The newly-released one below was now defacing nearby mountain ranges with his dick, and lots of other oft-considered horrible things, but in his case, they really weren’t so bad at all.

“You are forgetting that we are gods and can take any kind of fucking, but, in truth your power is the only one that could rival his.”

Such a coy tone graced her voice, but to no avail, as shown by the hard-cocked one’s disposition to the situation.

The truth is the truth, though. If one is to rival Discord, the only one worthy does appear to be Leroy.

“If your face vadge is telling the truth, then that would mean you expect me to face him in a fuckbattle!!”

As devoid of libido his body was at that very moment, he was still full of hot-headedness.

“No, you big-dicked idiot. You would be killed instantly. Not even your dick could defeat him . . .yet, that is.”

Why would she be wasting time fucking around with him if there wasn’t a direct solution for him to provide?

“Did you know that I love blue horses that don’t get to the point?”

Agreed.

“Yes, in fact, I do know that little pieces of shitty knowledge. I actually wrote a book on it using only my ass, you know.”

At that, Leroy bust into a great fit of laughter, and fell off of the younger’s back.

Celestia looked quite swiftly at that moment, to see his kawk flailing around in the air, right before it made contact with her face, knocking her out of the sky once again.

Luna had nipped him by his pant leg, and then threw him back onto her horsey back. He gave her ass quite a spank to show his contempt — a very certain part of him had been bitten — one that he much loved vehemently.

“You little whore biscuit!!! Fuckin’ A — You could have hurt my massive head, big time!! Then what would I fuck things with!?”

“Your puffy asshole of curse.”

Leroy’s rage quickly subsided with this comment , for he was very self-conscious about his asshole — such a rebuttal he could not combat — despite the fact that her statement had been, quite truthfully, ironic in every sense.

But, from a very young age he knew that he was different. Quite different . . .

All of the kids in his grade school classes would make fun of him — many tried to make a game to see how many objects they could shove up his ass — to shove random objects into it, like pens and books and basketballs, of all things — but, such are childish things — though, Leroy really isn’t that much different from a child, at all — despite his great manhood.

In light of that, though, the lack of retort from Leroy made Luna regret what she had just said. For a man with such large balls, he had gotten his feelings hurt quite easily . . .

“I’m sorry — I didn’t mean it.”

Per her thoughts, the reality had actually been one of switched fate.

“If you can be guilted that easily, then fucking you is going to be childs play,” said the assmaster with a grin.

A trace of his manliness had succeeded in infiltrating into the fore of his mind — as he was used to.

“I only hope.”

And, so she did.

“Well, I hope you two fuckheads have had enough chat — we’re here now,” said Celestia.

"Where the fuck are we now?" questioned a quite pissfilled Leroy.

"You are a big-dicked idiot," stated the whiteness of the sky.

"Nope."

It had taken quite a while for them to arrive at the castle — now that they did, there were quite a few things to discuss.