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"DISCORD!"

Celestia's voice rumbled like thunder, and the very earth beneath her palace began to crumble from the sheer weight of her booming shout. The princess's wings burst out to their fullest extent, flares of lightning spanning her horn as power emanated from her figure.

And for once is his long life, Discord actually displayed a modicum of respect.

He knelt quietly before Princess Celestia, his mismatched paw and talon clasped loosely together as he bowed his head in front of the ruler of Equestria.

"Do you know why you have been summoned forth, trickster?" Celestia spoke with such authority that the air around her seemed to crackle with energy, and she stepped toward him from the throne. Princess Luna stood beside her sister silently, observing the fate of the draconequus. The only other observer within the throne room was an awed Twilight Sparkle, who stood ready for the royal command.

"I understand why I am here, what is about to take place, and the repercussions for my actions," Discord stated somberly, not looking up.

"And you fully accept the responsibility of your actions, and the judgment handed down from the Equestrian diarchy, for your heinous crimes against Equinity?"

Discord didn't even pause.

Celestia might have been rather imposing, but Discord had seen plenty of that in his lifetime. The princess couldn't possibly reach his level of deviousness, even if she tried.

"I am ready to submit myself before the authority of Equestria's royalty, and do utterly and irrevocably claim sole responsibility of my actions; and fully accept the ramifications bequeathed upon myself," Discord said eloquently. Oddly enough, he still managed to make himself heard clearly without raising his voice, even though the miniature tempest Celestia was inadvertently causing to swirl around her from the sheer force of her fury made plenty of noise.

"Very well," Celestia lowered her wingspan gracefully, the snapping chords of power rippling the air gradually beginning to fade as she stood above the repentant draconequus. She looked back to Luna, who simply stood as a silent sentry to her verdict. "As the consequences of your actions were most dire, Discord, the corollaries shall be equally so. However…" she left her statement hanging, and Discord looked up slightly to see Luna and Twilight staring hard at him.

"Because the results of your actions against Rainbow Dash were more the result of ambient chaotic exertion of power rather than deliberate act, your sentence shall be… significantly reduced, should you choose to display naught but the utmost benevolence toward her recovery," Princess Luna specified regally.

"So…" Discord tapped his talon tips and paw together. "… I'm… not being turned back into stone?"

"No."

"And I'm not being forced under an obedience spell?" he asked hopefully.

"That one is still up for debate," Twilight glared at him, and his confidence deflated slightly.

Oh, Twilight just loved lording that one over him. Her obedience spell, her sucker punch, her ace in the hole.

Then again, after he had seen just how badly Rainbow Dash had suffered because of him, it occurred to him that maybe; maybe, just maybe, he deserved nothing less.

That didn't mean he wanted it to happen, though.

"If I may be so bold as to ask you a question, draconequus," Celestia inquired coldly, looming over the kneeling figure of the God of Chaos himself. She didn't ask why, or how, or even threaten him with punishments that even immortals such as himself would quake at.

"Discord, why have you made your plea in such a manner?"

Ah.

That.

Upon Rainbow Dash's return, Discord had seen her battered, beaten. Broken.

Sure, he didn't particularly like Rainbow Dash. But that never meant he wanted anything so awful to befall her. Truth be told, he only wanted to relax and have fun, maybe spend time with Fluttershy and just live a little. The moment he'd cast the arrogant pegasus from the face of Equestria, however, he felt a tiny, nagging sense that something had gone horribly, horribly wrong.

That happened sometimes, indulging in the flowing powers of chaos.

Still, the fact that Rainbow Dash could barely speak, let alone stand for long on her own anymore tore at him.

"Because," Discord said slowly. "It was rash and foolhardy action that caused Rainbow Dash's suffering; and it's only right that I assume responsibility as such."

"That's… surprisingly mature of you, Discord," Celestia narrowed her eyes, but she spoke thoughtfully.

"I'm older than you."

Celestia was clearly not amused by his snarky remark, but he didn't so much as smile, either. They both held each other's gaze for a long moment, the princess and the amalgamation of animal.

"Because," Discord said seriously. "Because 'I'm sorry' will never be enough."

"At least we can agree on that much."

He fiddled with his thumbs momentarily. "… you know, I could have just rewritten her memory…" Discord began slowly, thinking.

"Which you would also be forced to do to Pinkie Pie," Celestia interjected angrily. "And why not the others, while you're at it?" she spat sarcastically.

Twilight cringed a little at Celestia's barely contained rage. She didn't think that she'd ever seen her mentor this angry.

"I suppose you have your reasons for preventing me from doing so," Discord guessed.

"Simply covering over their memories with false ones is no guarantee of proper recovery," Princess Luna said quietly. "And removing them altogether might actually make their condition worse. The scars brought about by such traumatic events cannot be merely wiped away; regardless of thy original intent."

"My sister speaks the truth," Celestia nodded. "When will you learn that slapping a bandage over an open wound doesn't automatically heal it, Discord?"

He didn't respond, but only dropped his gaze to the ground miserably. He'd managed to heal her body easily enough. Just a simple little click of his talons, and good as new.

He hadn't known that Rainbow Dash would have collapsed into a gibbering, confused, weeping pile the moment he did so. He was only trying to help.

And perhaps that had been the sole reason he hadn't been immediately turned back into stone; or worse, placed under the dreaded obedience spell. Celestia had shown her confusion, too, if only for a split second.

Discord had requested to be there with Rainbow Dash, to make sure she recovered.

If she wouldn't let him rewrite her memories, then he would at least ensure that her old ones wouldn't bring her any more unhappiness than they already were.

"I-I truly am sorry," he hung his head, holding out his 'hands' with their palms turned upward. Begging. Pleadingly.

"And you said yourself," Celestia said quietly, but there was a hint of sadness to her voice this time. "Sorry simply isn't enough. What of all the other ponies that suffered so horribly during your reign of chaos, all those years ago, Discord?"

Oh, she just had to bring that up again.

"What of them, hmm?" she pressed on. "How many livelihoods were destroyed; how many minds were warped, damaged or obliterated altogether? How many lives were lost?"

"I... don't really know," he admitted honestly.

"What makes this instance any different from any other chaos you've caused, Discord?" Celestia asked, all emotion leaving her equine features. "How is her suffering any more important that you would prostrate yourself before the throne, before order and justice, something you have adamantly fought since the beginning?"

"Because," Discord replied softly. "She's my friend, too."

And from the look that Twilight and Luna gave him right then, you almost could have heard the sound of their hearts breaking.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Celestia, however, was much wiser than Discord sometimes gave her credit for.

After a few long, uncomfortable minutes of absolute silence in which Discord waited patiently (which was odd enough on its own,) Celestia finally spoke again.

"… Very well. Your punishment, while by no means alleviated, shall be processed and altered as seen fit by the royal court," she stated imposingly.

It took everything Discord had not to leap into the air in spirals, blasting fireworks from his armpits and whooping with victory. He could already feel a couple of sparks lighting up.

"On one condition."

To all the world, it appeared as if Discord's armpits had just mysteriously fizzled.

He actually had to ask Celestia to say her condition aloud one more time, so great was his disbelief. But, from the smug, assured look that Twilight Sparkle was straining not to show, he guessed who exactly the princess had planned to enact her dirty work for her.

Maybe Celestia had planned it all along.

Ooh, she was a devious one.

"You have got to be kidding me."

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"Oh, cheer up, Discord!" Twilight said far too cheerily for his mood. Discord sat across from her grumpily in the carriage as they were transported excruciatingly slowly back toward Ponyville. "You've been given another chance! You should be thrilled."

"I despise you all." The draconequus scowled at her, his lumpy head held in his mismatched hands unhappily as Twilight inspected the small, glowing sphere before her a couple more times, before placing it carefully back inside her saddlebag.

The rain coming down around them didn't do much to relieve the icy tension in the carriage, nor did Discord speak much for the entire trip.

She'd taken his power.

Discord couldn't remember ever feeling quite so… empty. He even snapped his talons together as he was used to doing on a daily basis, awaiting the powers of chaos to affect the world at his silent command.

Of course, nothing happened.

Not since they'd taken his precious power and jammed it inside that little sphere.

Stupid Twilight Sparkle, and her stupid MacGuffin ball.

He stared idly at his talon for a long while, miserably turning it over and over as if it would somehow return his power. He snapped his talons again, if only out of habit than anything else.

"Will you kindly stop that?" the new keeper of his essence of being snapped in agitation. "You've been doing that the whole ride home, and we're hardly halfway there."

"Well, gee," Discord rolled his eyes, trying to make himself comfortable in the cramped carriage. They simply weren't draconequus accessible. Maybe he could sue the princess over that. "We could have been there hours ago, sipping chocolate milk and watching parachuting crocodiles engaging in fisticuffs with snowponies by now. Here, give me my power back, and I could totally-"

"Not likely," Twilight deadpanned. She slid one hoof over her saddlebag protectively, but didn't drop her gaze.

Discord snorted quietly, entertaining himself by watching the droll green landscapes slowly pass as the rain fell.

At least he wasn't turned into stone. Or worse, burdened with magical obedience.

He had absolutely no doubt whatsoever that Twilight would completely abuse the power of having a literal god of chaos under her command.

And that made quite a few gears begin turning in his head…

"Don't even think about it."

"What?" Discord said innocently, holding up his paw and talon. "I didn't say anything!"

"I can almost see the smoke coming out of your ears," Twilight deadpanned. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately, he'd noticed. "You're planning something, and I'm telling you to stop it."

Discord scoffed defensively. "Huh. Ha. Pffft. Planning something. As if I would ever –"

"Can we please just have quiet for a while?" Twilight rubbed her temples. "You can lie some more after we go visit Rainbow Dash."

… Stupid bossy Twilight Sparkle, and her stupid observations on his habits.

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"Hello again, Miss Pinkie Pie!"

"How many times do I have to tell you," Pinkie stared coldly at the outer-Ponyville's hospital receptionist. "My name is Pinkamena."

The flat-maned pink mare glared daggers at the deep cobalt receptionist, who nervously shuffled her appointment papers in the nearly deserted waiting room. Pinkie Pie – or, rather, Pinkamena – had been a regular visitor, every single day.

And she was always so mean.

"Yes, ma'am," the receptionist nodded her head awkwardly. "Just remember that visiting hours are almost –" she didn't get the chance to finish, as Pinkamena barged past her and down the hallway, the clop of her hooves filling the air as she left wordlessly.

She sighed heavily as the scary mare left, and pinched the bridge of her nose behind her spectacles. Shift was almost over, just had to remember that. Her shift was almost over.

The hospital itself was usually very busy, considering the fact that it also doubled as housing and care for the poor unfortunate souls that found themselves in need of mental care. Some of the ponies Paper Pusher had seen come through were definitely not right in the head, but few had seemed quite as… disturbed as Rainbow Dash had been.

There were times when Paper was glad she failed her psychiatry testing. She didn't envy the ones that tended to her the first few days. Even some of the doctors had left with either bruises or small cuts; one of them even had a bite mark on his leg.

No, Paper was perfectly content to leave the thick walls between her and the patients until she was ready to go home at the end of her shift.

She had been eyeing the clock with some anticipation, eagerly awaiting her time to clock out when her relief would arrive. Instead of another of the hospital's attendants entering, however, Paper spotted one of the odder things she'd seen that month.

For example, the renowned Twilight Sparkle trotting in silently alongside a rather depressed looking God of Chaos.

Twilight had visited before.

Her present company… not so much.

"Er, hello, Pusher." Twilight nodded to the cobalt receptionist. Glad somepony around here could remember her name. Perhaps, were the unicorn in charge of the staff, Paper would have been given a raise by this point. "Visiting hours aren't over yet, if I'm correct. We're here to see Rainbow Dash."

Paper Pusher, however, was a bit too preoccupied staring wide eyed at the bored draconequus, who was busy standing on one leg and clicking his talons at the clock. And the waiting chairs. And everything else in the room.

Twilight was visibly annoyed by this, but just shook her head. "Don't mind him. Just sign us both in, and we'll be on our way."

"R-right," Paper nodded slowly, unable to stop watching the frantic draconequus. "Visitors Twilight Sparkle, and…"

"God of Chaos," Discord interjected without looking up, now attempting to stack all the chairs atop each other and make them dance, to no avail.

"Right," she replied wearily. "God of Chaos."

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Rainbow Dash had memorized every single pattern on the ceiling.

She spent a lot of time staring at the ceiling.

She lay with her head against the soft pillow, staring up as her eyelids began to droop. She forced them back open, though. Every time she began to fall asleep, she couldn't help but fight the urge to roll against the wall, expecting to hear the clink of a chain against her ear.

Of course, it wasn't there.

It just left her with an unexpected sense of unfamiliarity. Soft pillows, soft bed, soft sheets, soft blankets.

Soft walls.

Soft tones, soft voices. Everypony here spoke to her in quiet, calm tones, each and every one of them carefully inspecting or questioning her. All so nice.

Nopony hit her, nopony threatened her, nopony prevented her from three large square meals a day. Nopony raised their voices often, nopony tormented her, nopony sexually aroused her against her will.

In short, it was the exact opposite of what she had been forced to grow used to for such a long time in that musty basement of Master.

And it was jarring beyond belief.

She always felt on edge, always. Like she were only in a dream, like she would wake up at any moment, and there would stand Master over her, maybe to paddle her again or hold her head inside a plastic bag again until she passed out. Master was in her dreams, Master was always in her thoughts.

Master would make her feel good if she pleased him.

After the first few days, with Pinkie Pie sitting silently beside her as she was now, she had finally told Rainbow Dash his name. She insisted that it was 'Neil Klaskovsky', or something equally difficult to pronounce.

Rainbow Dash mostly ignored her, as she did everypony else. To her, he was Master.

"–and after that, maybe we'll go to the park. What do you say, Dashie?"

"I'm a good–"

"No!" Pinkamena clapped her hooves in front of Rainbow Dash, making her flinch. The flat maned pink party pony glared at her friend with a mixture of revulsion and pity, and her frown grew deeper. "No, Rainbow Dash. Please. Please, please, please stop saying that."

When Rainbow Dash only stared back at her, Pinkamena pressed on.

"Please, Dashi- Rainbow Dash? For me?"

"Yes," Rainbow Dash complied, dipping her head a little. "I'll be a good girl. I'll obey."

Pinkamena opened her mouth to say something, but clamped it shut, torn. Of course she wanted her Dashie to get better; but this 'obedience' thing was out of hoof.

"No, look at me, Rainbow Dash," Pinkamena said seriously, tilting the pegasus's head up toward her. "Not because I said so. Because you want to get better. Okay, Dashie?"

She almost said that she only wanted to please Master, but Dash slowly shook her head. Master had taken so long to train her to want one thing and one thing only. It didn't matter what he wanted, Pinkie wanted her to be better. Shouldn't she be obeying Pinkie Pie? Pinkie wanted her to want something, but that conflicted with what Master wanted her to want.

Dash held her head in her hooves, her breathing becoming heavy again. Pinkamena knew the signs that Rainbow Dash had shown previously, of preparing to break down and cry again. She promptly threw her a hoof over her shoulder, pulling the pegasus close.

"Hey, hey. It's okay," Pinkamena said softly. "We'll just drop it. Maybe another day. We'll drop it. Okay? Shh, shh shh shh."

And, for a split second, Rainbow Dash actually showed a modicum of her old defiance.

"Stop touching me," she growled suddenly, pushing Pinkamena away. Pinkie gave her a hurt look, but backed away at her touch. The agitated look quickly left Dash's face though, and she returned to her blank ceiling-staring routine before long.

Pinkie sat by her side for a while longer, and was just preparing to leave when the door to her room swung inward after a couple of knocks.

"Dash? Oh, hello, Pinkie Pie," Twilight nodded to her with a half-smile. "Good to see you're up and about again, finally."

"I told you," Pinkie scowled, eyeing sullen draconequus beside her. "My name is Pinkamena."

Discord gave her an odd, slightly tilted look, a mix somewhere between concern and confusion.

Pinkie pushed past them both, muttering darkly. She'd had enough of them as it were, anyway. All she really wanted was to help her Dashie recover, but it didn't seem like that would be happening much today, anyway.

"What's up with her?" Discord jabbed a thumb after her as she left, asking Twilight quietly.

She balked at him for a few seconds, and said "She did tell you what happened, right?"

"Pinkie… might have omitted a few things," Discord said uncomfortably as the pair entered the room, leaving the door open behind them.

In truth, Pinkie Pie hadn't spoken to him at all since 'the incident', and it was a small wonder why. After she came back through the portal dripping in blood, nopony really wanted to find out what had happened. It was apparent that she'd told the others, though.

Just not Discord.

He felt a little insulted.

"Discord, Pinkie Pie – Pinkamena – whatever. She… saw, or rather, did something, on the other side." Twilight started carefully as Discord took a seat in one of the small chairs beside the unmoving Rainbow Dash, while the unicorn remained standing. "To be frank, I'm a little surprised that she's not here in the institution wing, either."

Discord twiddled his thumbs uncomfortably, thinking. He almost didn't notice as Twilight began to leave.

"Hang on, aren't you going to visit your friend?" he gawked. The still form of Rainbow Dash didn't seem to care much about whether or not she stayed.

"Actually, I'm going to go catch up to Pinkie Pie," she nodded thoughtfully. "I think maybe some therapy sessions would do the poor mare some good. Can I trust you to behave yourself for five minutes?"

"Probably not," he answered truthfully.

Twilight rolled her eyes, taking off at a brisk pace and magically latching the door quietly behind her as she left.

Discord sat in silence for a long, long while, his tail draped over the chair next to him as he thought.

"… I'm sorry." He muttered finally. "I know you might have caught a strong case of unconsciousness right about now, but I just want to let you know that I-I never meant for any of this to happen." Discord took a deep breath, tugging his tail fitfully in between the tips of his claws.

"I'm sorry, Rainbow Dash. I'm sorry for everything you've been through because of me. Please, please believe me when I say that I would give anything to make things right again." he chortled a little. "You know, I even wanted to wipe your memory; I really tried to. I was going to, right after those… those wounds of yours were healed. Your 'benevolent' ruler put a stop to that, though.

"I didn't know this would happen. If I did, I– Rainbow Dash, I'm sorry. I didn't know that you would get hurt like this. Not you, especially not Pinkie Pie. Forget Pinkamena, I'm still calling her Pinkie Pie," Discord rambled, instead opting to look at his mismatched feet. "I'm sorry, Dash. I can never say it enough; I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

Discord held his head in his hands, his voice cracked.

"I-I… I'm so sorry."

"… Hey."

Discord's head shot up so quickly that he heard his neck crack. Rainbow Dash was lying flat on her stomach, her back legs sashaying through the air back and forth hypnotically.

"… I don't have a case of unconsciousness. They checked for that, too," she giggled.

Discord almost grinned, but there was something… off about her titter. Something forced, almost. Mirthless.

"Well, you know," he cleared his throat swiftly and dried his eyes with the crook of his elbow. "You know doctors. I wouldn't trust one of them to know the difference between a stethoscope and a waiting chair."

Coincidentally, he'd completely stuffed a random supply closet with waiting chairs while Twilight wasn't looking. That was going to be fun for the janitor.

"Uh huh," Dash whispered sultrily, crawling from the bed with her forelegs and dragging herself closer to Discord. "Can't trust 'em."

"… What are you doing?" Discord asked uncomfortably, which, from his position as she crawled lasciviously toward him, was a very good question.

"Dashie has been such a good girl, waiting so long…" she moaned quietly and licked her lips slowly, placing her hooves on either side of the chair so that he was locked in position. Discord, at this point, had become very, very still. "Dashie thinks she should get a treat for being such a good little girl. Hmm, Discord?"

Discord promptly picked her up, placed her a short distance away, and crossed his arms.

"Whoa, hang on, here."

"Come on…!" Rainbow Dash whined, a hint of impatience in her voice. She turned and stood on her back legs, placing her forehooves on his chest. "Hurry up! Dashie hasn't been satisfied in so long…!"

Discord took a deep breath, thinking.

"Look, Rainbow," he said carefully, pushing her back gently. "You have to–"

"Come on!" she snapped, turning on the spot. It was clear from the way her wings kept twitching that she was severely frustrated. "I'm making it so easy for you, Discord!"

"Rainbow Dash, you have to stop this." He spoke sternly, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

"I don't care!" her voice rose steadily, and she stamped a hoof against the floor. "I can't take this anymore! They won't let me go back to Master; Dashie has been a good girl, and I want – I need to cum!"

"Dash," Discord began awkwardly, only for her to cut him off again as she turned on the spot, throwing her forelegs up onto the bed.

"Come on!"

"Dash."

"Fuck me!"

"I–"

"Fuck me!" she screamed impatiently, dancing back and forth on her hind legs a little while she rubbed her face against the sheets. Her interspersed moans of need were released in time to the slow flap of her wings, invitingly calling him to her.

This wasn't Rainbow Dash.

She wasn't just injured, or scarred. She wasn't just battered, she was completely broken. A deep sense of sadness began welling up in Discord's chest, and he fought the urge to snuffle. The pain tore at his heart, and he had never quite hated himself this much for feeling a tiny sliver of lust as he was presented with such an opportunity.

He quickly shook such thoughts away.

The grief at seeing Rainbow Dash – somepony he'd claimed to be friends with – lowering and debasing herself in such a manner before him hurt. Even his little stunt of inverting her morals hadn't been quite this bad. But then again, he hadn't been the one to do this to her.

Oh, yes you are… a miniscule voice nagged at the back of his mind, taunting him.

Hey, company! Wow, you have NO idea how boring it gets in here!

Wait, there's company? Why didn't you tell me, I would have gotten the streamers!

Will all of you shut up, I'm trying to think!

Oh, yeah, sorry about that.

Forget thinking, she's spread wide open! Rail her, you old coot! Rail her hard!

"Shut up!" Discord punched the side of his head hard. "All of you, shut up!"

"Ple~ease," Rainbow Dash moaned with a needing tone. "Come on, Discord. I want – I need – to be punished. I need to be satisfied. Dashie hasn't been satisfied by Master for so long. Dashie has been a good girl. Make me your little slut."

And, against a couple of baser impulses, Discord carefully sat down beside Rainbow Dash.

And pulled her into a tight hug.

"Hey!"

"Quit struggling," Discord grumbled gruffly, hugging her close. She flailed weakly for a little bit, eventually succumbing to his grasp, panting. After a couple of minutes had passed and she'd finally calmed somewhat, he said "I'm sorry."

"Oh…" Rainbow Dash drew her moan out, rubbing against his chest, grinning. "Don't be. I never got to cum so much–"

"Seriously, Rainbow, you're freaking me out," Discord said, forcing her to look at him. He pulled her away slightly, but didn't release the embrace. "Look, you have to stop this. It's-it's not right."

After a couple of thoughtful moments, he added almost as an afterthought "Also, if you don't recover, I'm seriously getting turned back into a garden ornament. That's not going to be fun. Besides, garden ornaments are tacky. And not even in a good way."

Rainbow Dash looked at him, biting her lower lip. "So… even you want me to change."

"I just want you to get better," Discord said. "I even let ol' sun butt's protégé take my power away for a while, just because she didn't trust me. That, or she has control issues," he snorted.

Rainbow Dash stared at him unblinkingly, chewing her lip in thought.

"... Can you at least try to make it look like you're getting better?" Discord pleaded, grasping her shoulders. "I mean, really, if you don't start getting better soon, I'm going to look like a real jerk. Also, the whole 'forced obedience spell' thing. You'd be doing me a huge favor if you could recover, really. The scales are not in my favor, here, if you get my drift."

Dash narrowed her eyes, and said "There's nothing wrong with me. I don't need to be better. I need – I nee~eed – to be satisfied."

When Discord didn't respond, she continued.

"I need it, Discord," she seethed quietly, a single hoof sliding between her thighs. "I need to be punished. I need to be spanked, I need to be fucked, I want to be told I'm a good little Dashie and tied up, I need to be fucked until I cum rainbows!" she shrieked vulgarly into his face, grabbing him by the neck.

"I need it, Discord!" she bellowed, causing him to cringe. "I fucking need it! Just – just help me!" she whimpered pitifully, her hooves shaking. "P-please. Please, please, please."

Discord slowly, carefully removed her hooves from his throat, and hugged her again.

And if Rainbow Dash had been paying attention, she would have sworn that smoke began emitting from his ears.

"... Tell you what," he pronounced slowly, looking her in the eye. "It sounds like we've both got something that we need. I need to avoid getting turned into Equestria's most handsome garden gnome, and you need…"

"To be punished, spanked and fucked until my pussy goes raw," she said shakily, unable to keep off the sudden manic grin.

Normally, Discord was all for madness, in all its forms. However, this was a situation where it wouldn't exactly be helpful for her to lose it completely…

"Right," Discord deadpanned. "So," he said conspiratorially as he checked over his shoulder to ensure that they were indeed alone. "What do you say we make a deal, and solve both of our problems, hmm? I'll give you whatever you want; you name it, it's yours. And in return, you do your best to show the others that you're healthy enough to get back to 'normal' life. Eh?"

Rainbow Dash thought about it for a moment, sitting still.

"… Deal." She said, thrusting out her hoof, which Discord wasted no time in gladly shaking. He then discovered that it was the same damp hoof that had just been between her legs.

"… Oh, ew."

And thus was born a horribly, horribly unhealthy relationship between draconequus and pegasus.

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Author's Note:

Before you say it, yes, I know; not all characters are as well presented as supported by cannon/fannon ideals. Some of that is deliberate, and some/most of it is poor writing skills on my part.

For the sake of the story, I will try to improve upon characterizations where I can.

Thank you.