I didn’t use the pistol grip, and held the shotgun in an improvised fashion, almost as if the shotgun were a regular rifle grip, that way I could thrust the gun muzzle straight under the chin of the culprit and still manage to squeeze the trigger comfortably.

I realized rather quickly that it was no pony that I was facing, and the creature was actually close to my own height. I thrusted the barrel upwards and slammed it beneath its chin.

“Oh please… don’t kill me,” begged a voice of timid masculinity. I was greeted by the sight of a… dragon… goat… thing. “Please… I am but a mere beggar to you, don’t kill me,” begged the creature, of origin I didn’t quite know.

It looked like a dragon, a goat, some kinda bird and a lion all had a greasy orgy and this was the result… literally, the thing was scraggily and had miss mashed body parts of several different animals. It even had a bat wing for Christ sakes.

I lowered the shotgun from underneath his chin and he… it, rubbed its chin soothingly. “Yes… well, ahem,” he took a deep breath then entered the home.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I asked, having not invited the creature inside.

“I’m looking for a caretaker,” it replied. I think it was a he… but I couldn’t be sure. He walked around “TWILIGHT! TWILIGHT WHERE THE BLOODY HAY ARE YOU?!” The… thing asked.

“Hey buddy? Who the fuck are you?” I asked roughly and he turned around, wild-eyed.

“My goddess… you… just swore,” he stated, almost thrilled and I rolled my eyes.

“Fuck, hell, shitty, ass, tits, balls, pussy, faggot,” I added in and he rubbed his chin, looking around still wide-eyed.

“Yes… indeed. I see,” he mentioned in a stunned tone, then turned back to me. “Where is Ms. Twilight Sparkle anyway?” he asked and I coughed while leveling my shotgun at my hip, guiding the barrel in his direction.

“First names buddy,” I ordered and he rose his right… lion paw, to his chest and gasped.

“I’m astounded you haven’t heard of me. My name…” he trailed off, crouching down. I readied my trigger finger. He leapt up, confetti spraying everywhere. “DISCORD, LORD OF… Ahem, reformed lord of chaos!” He announced boldly.

‘Discord… Discord…’ I thought to myself then remembered the story. “Hey wait… aren’t you supposed to be imprisoned in stone or something?” I asked and he sighed.

“No, I am not supposed to be imprisoned in stone or something. I was… but then I was gracefully released, and reformed by my dearest friend, Fluttershy,” he informed me, but I was still a bit edgy.

“Okay… so what gives? Why are you here?” I asked and he rolled his eyes.

“Well… if you must know, and I mean absolutely MUST know… Fluttershy left the other day and didn’t come home to make me dinner… nor breakfast. I went to have my needs satisfied by Rarity… ahem, Mistress Rarity, but she wasn’t home either. That blasted Rainbow Dash was also out of town and wouldn’t even come to my aid if I was dying. Applejack may have made a splendid Apple breakfast for me, but her selfish ways dictated that her own personal needs were before mine… and she was absent from the residence. Pinkie Pie was also nowhere to be found, probably out partying when she should be home to take care of poor old me. So I resorted to my old friend Twilight… TWILIGHT! I’M HUNGRY!” Discord yelled.

“Well… she actually isn’t here either,” I stated and Discord began to whine as he flopped down and began to thrash about on the floor like a child having a temper tantrum.

“Why is it that nopony loves me enough to feed me? Why don’t you just throw me in a dumpster now and be done with it?!” He cried and I went wide-eyed as I looked to Lassie.

‘Seriously, this guy is the lord of chaos and he can’t even feed himself?’ I thought to myself. “Uhm… well, we were about to go get some groceries… if you want, you can tag along and we’ll all have breakfast together?” I offered.

He went puppy dog eyed as he grovelled up to me, on his knees and holding the base of my shirt, weeping profusely. “Oh please… please spare a poor beggar but a single meal. I’m sooo hungry,” he begged in a very humble way.

“Uhm… yeah, okay,” I said and Lassie tugged on my pant leg.

“Is it just me or does this guy not strike you as the villain type he was portrayed as in the stories?” she asked and I nodded.

I helped Discord, reformed lord of chaos, to his feet. “Yeah, sure, we’ll take you in for now. Come on,” I offered. He immediately got his bearings in check. “Give me one second, I have to get some clean clothes,” I said and moved downstairs.

I tossed off my old clothes, everything, setting my watch and necklace on the nightstand. Looking through my dresser, I realized that without Twilight around, a lot of laundry needed to be done. I looked around tossed on some semi-fresh clothes. A pair of underwear, my M81 camouflage pants, a dark green V-neck shirt, some grey socks and my battle jacket, with the sleeves rolled up. I slipped my religious cross necklace back on and the new watch Flim and Flam had made me.

Rushing back upstairs, I got this weird feeling about Discord. As we left, I slung my shotgun across my back, and stopped at Cadence. I grabbed my custom leg holster and Belladonna, along with the chest harness full of fresh magazines. Setting the shotgun aside, I slipped my chest harness over my jacket, then slung Violet to my back again. Even though he didn’t seem ruthless, cruel and sadistic, he gave off bad vibes.

“Oooh… what are those things anyway?” Discord asked, intrigued by the shininess. He looked into his distorted reflection on Belladonna as I stuffed her into the holster.

“You don’t wanna find out,” I replied and Discord frowned.

“I told you about me… why are you being so secretive?” he interrogated.

“Fine. These things are built to kill ponies, but they can kill other things just as easily,” I stated, in a mildly threatening voice. He gulped.

“My golly… such aggression. And for what?” he asked to nopony in particular.

“For bad guys,” I stated deeply and he brushed his brow.

“Whew! Glad I was reformed before you arrived. That could’ve ended badly for me,” he stated then wrapped his withered… well, I wasn’t sure if it was withered or if it was meant to be that messed up, left arm around my shoulders. “I’m glad we’re friends, Mr.… uhm, I’m sorry, I don’t believe I got your name,” he offered.

“Burdick, Evan Burdick, but yah can call me Burdy if yah fancy,” I replied and he nodded.

“Well, I’m so glad that we’re friends, Burdy,” he said as we strolled through Ponyville. Ponies looked at our trio as we casually walked along. Even now, I still didn’t quite trust this guy, but as he rambled on about his former days as the lord of chaos… he still didn’t strike me as a truly bad guy… more like a spoiled little brat.

“So… how about you?” he asked, breaking my train of thought.

“Huh… what about me?” I asked.

“Before this… all this, as Twilight’s faithful student… what did you do for a living?” he asked and I just tossed the question around. I wanted him to make sure I wasn’t one to screw with… but I also didn’t want to come across as an asshole.

“I uhh… well, I milked cows,” I replied and he furrowed his brow. “What?” I asked, noticing his stare.

“You… just milked cows… nothing else? Why have those dangerous… things then?” he asked.

“Because I didn’t just milk cows,” I informed him and he motioned for me to continue. I let out a sigh. “I... just had lots of them... because I liked to have lots of them,” I replied.

“Have you… killed ponies?” he asked, not excitedly, but not fearfully either.

“I… have killed ponies. Back on my world though, I tried to reside enough away from society. I just kinda liked to keep to myself. People also knew I wasn’t afraid to get my hands bloody,” I replied and he raised his eyebrow.

“Did you ever kill any of your own kind?” he asked, intrigued by the topic.

“No… people knew enough not to mess around with me. Even those burglars that robbed just about every car on my country road, knew enough to stay away from my house. Wouldn’t even step foot on my property line… guess they didn’t want to play,” I added in the last part with a sinister tone.

Discord gulped. “Well… I see. I suppose if I knew you better, I wouldn’t want to rob you either,” he stated and I raised a brow.

“You saying you’re gonna try and rob me?” I asked defensively and he immediately reworded himself.

“Nonononono! That wasn’t at all what I meant. I meant that you seem like the kind of pony that others respect greatly out of fear,” he stated and I smirked.

“I’m just joshing yah, chill,” I joked with him, giving him a playful nudge. He stammered nervously, obviously intimidated by me. “At least I still got my old rustic charm, eh Lassie?” I said, patting her on the head affectionately.

“And your density,” she replied back and I gave he a confused look. She just shook it off. “Don’t worry about it… you’d probably have an aneurism thinking about it,” she stated and again I was confused.

Lassie rolled her eyes as she continued down the street. I stopped for a second to think about it. “What… I don’t get it?” I thought to myself. Lassie stopped a few yards away and looked back to me.

With a cough, she caught my attention. I looked up and she fluffed her tail at me. “Cumming?” she asked and I shook off the pondering thoughts I had and quickly caught up with them.

“So Discord… how are you… the bad guy?” I asked and he rubbed his chin as he began his rather long story. At first, I will admit, it was fascinating. He had a wonderful motivation about how he was always kept in line and couldn’t have fun so he had a burning desire, a passion… a lust, for chaos. But then it got stupid.

He started going on about making chocolate rain showers, and candy trees… and… this stuff sounded stupider and more childish than a Disney villain… hell, even Disney villains were worse and more sinister than this guy. All he did was some mischief.

I didn’t interrupt him however, and let him ramble on as we entered the grocery mart. He was cut short with a squeaking gasp as he pointed over to the sweets. “OOOOHHH! Can we have some, pretty please?!” he begged.

Oh god… I could already tell this would be harder than taking care of a five year old. I raised my index finger in a parenting way. “If you’re good… we’ll get some candy on the way out,” I stated and he grinned.

“Promise?” he asked and I nodded. “Pinkie Promise?” he asked.

“Pinkie Promise?” I asked.

He began to do a bunch of motions. “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye,” and as he said the last part, he jammed a cupcake in my eye.

“AHH! WHAT THE FUCK?!” I yelled, wiping the pastry away from my eye, which stung mildly from the icing.

Discord gave a sheepish look. “Sorry… that’s the Pinkie Promise,” he stated nervously.

“Where the hell’d you get a cupcake?” I asked and he pointed to a tray of cupcakes for sale. I just groaned and began to push the cart along. “Come on, let’s just go,” I grumbled.

I noted to grab apples, oranges, bananas, grapes, lettuce… the good stuff. It was weird now that I thought about it. Most supermarkets back home had cold sections for the meat. But here, there were none.

We kept going along, grabbing some bread and other stuff. Huh… funny, for the first time in a long time, I was shopping appropriately. Eventually we got to the good section, with the pastries and treats. We loaded up on what we could get, but nothing too much.

I was rather surprised really, Discord didn’t want much other than chocolate treats: chocolate cupcakes, chocolate cookies, chocolate doughnuts…

We stacked up and were on our way out when I spotted the milk fridges. I went over, noting we needed some milk. I went to grab some cartons but Discord grabbed some classic milk bottles.

I grabbed one and took a look. “Product of… Trottingham,” I said, looking to a picture that had a mare with… yellowish beige coloured fur, curly blue hair, green eyes, freckles and a white milkman… erm, milkmare hat.

“Yes. I quite like this milk. Try some, it’s divine,” Discord offered.

“I’ll have some later,” I replied, putting some into the cart. It was a tad bit more expensive than the cartons, by a few bits actually, but if it’s better, I’d go for it.

Discord grabbed one, popped the lid and offered me it. “You might not like it. It’s rich and creamy. Better try some before you buy it,” he offered. I sighed, slightly agitated but I suppose if I didn’t like it and had only gotten that brand…

I took the bottle and took a sip. It was sort of sweet, and a bit creamy like Discord mentioned. I licked my lips and nodded. “Yeah… it’s pretty good.”

Discord nodded in return as I took another sip. “Mare milk is the best,” he stated and I spewed the milk out. “WHAT?!” I gasped and he nodded, a curiously raised eyebrow as he stopped and looked at me.

“What?” he asked back.

“What… did you just say?” I asked, hesitant whether I heard him right or not.

“Mare milk… it’s the best. That’s why I like it, and why I encouraged you to buy it,” he stated then tilted back his bottle and drank some more.

“M-m-ma-mare milk?” I managed groggily.

“Why yes. Wouldn’t you agree?” he asked.

“Jesus… what’s wrong with ponies? Drinking other pony’s milk?” I asked. Christ, that’d be like back home if I went to the grocery mart and there was milk from people being sold… ech!

“Well… where do you prefer your milk? Soy?” he asked and I gagged at the thought of soy milk. I had it once, it was gross.

“No… I like cow milk,” I stated and he just rolled his eyes.

“So what’s wrong with pony milk?” he asked and I went to reply but Lassie stopped me by tugging on my pant leg and pointing back to the cow milk section. A female cow was putting two cartons of cow milk into her cart.

“I-uh-ah-ach… I…” I just trailed off.

“Yes, so without further ado, let us make haste, for I am starving,” Discord stated.

I just grabbed a few cartons of chocolate milk. At least that stuff was so doused with chemicals and stuff that it couldn't really be considered milk. I was totally mind fucked.

We reached the checkout and Lassie spoke up. “Totally over three hundred bits. Probably like three hundred and forty,” she said competitively, almost like it was a sport to guess how close the total would be.

“Four hundred and twenty-seven,” Discord stated.

I looked at the groceries we had. Gauging the price of everything… “Two hundred and… fifty two,” I stated and they both looked at me, shocked by my guess.

Lassie chuckled. “Yeah, you wish,” she stated and I nodded.

“Losers buys?” I offered and we all put our respective paw, claw, and hand in on the bet. We waited for the cashier to ring everything through and the price came out to two-sixty-three,” I looked to them with a cocky smirk.

“Now what?” I joked and Lassie was quick to grab my money. “Hey, that’s mine!” I gasped and she nodded.

“You said loser pays. You didn’t say with whose money,” she laughed. “Besides, we have none, so we’re just mooching off you,” she giggled and paid for the bill. I just groaned. It figures.

We proceeded out of the grocery mart, keeping the cart with us. We’d just return it later. As we walked along, Lassie began to whistle. After a short while, Discord began whistling too. And after that, I started whistling as well.

As we arrived back, we all helped unload the groceries, though Lassie puckered off and started making breakfast before we were done unloading everything. At first we unloading things properly, though after a short while, Discord started misarranging things, putting stuff like peanut butter in the breadbox, or eggs in the pantry… I think they’d go rotten there.

As we finished, Lassie motioned us into the kitchen. “Hey, I even got whip cream and berries for the waffles!” she announced. Discord and I walked into the kitchen, though Discord did so in an unmannerly fashion, which irritated me slightly.

Flopping down like he owned the place, he pulled a large quantity of food towards himself. I was going to say something about being respectful in somepony else’s house, then realized he hadn’t eaten since… well, at least a while, because he made a note about how Fluttershy had been out last night and hadn’t fed him… so where the hell was Angel Bunny? Anyway, I made no comment about his rude manners seeing as how he hadn’t eaten in over twelve hours, maybe longer.

Lassie pulled me towards the table. “Come on, sit-sit,” she said, a little in a rush as she and Discord began to hog all the food. Man, they must’ve really been hungry.

Discord would hovel down mouthfuls of waffles at a time, then use the spray cream to fill his mouth until it was overflowing and finally swallow. The end result was a terribly messy kitchen, but still I paid them no mind.

I pulled up a plate and cut myself some orange slices. “Oh, dearest friend Burdy. How I do so love oranges. Would you mind if I took a slice or two?” he asked, rather politely as well.

“Uhm… sur-“ but before I could finish, he pulled the plate over to himself and scoffed back the entire flak of orange slices I had cut. “You’re… welcome,” I stated, unsure if he actually appreciated it, or was just being rude.

I began cutting myself more oranges, which this time I actually got to eat, while Discord and Lassie made a mess. As they filled themselves to their heart’s content, Discord spoke up.

“Oh, I do say. There are some good ol’ fashion horror movies on the tube, if you are interested?” He asked and Lassie shot straight up.

“Oh yeah. Hopefully there’s the one about the spiders again,” she said excitedly.

“They actually made a sequel to that as well. It’s supposed to be on later tonight,” Discord replied and Lassie squealed in delight.

“HORROR MOVIE MARATHON!” They both cheered as they rushed into the living room, stockpiled with junk food. I looked back to the kitchen, which was an absolute mess. Syrup was dripping off the table, spray cream was EVERYWHERE… somehow even in the fridge which was open for some reason. Milk leaked out of the cartons which were overturned.

The dirty plates lay dormant on the table with the utensils. “Hey guys, what about the mess in the kitchen?” I asked, hoping to recruit them to help me clean this mess.

“Yeah-yeah… we’ll do it later,” Discord waved his withered claw hand carelessly. I just rolled my eyes. I wasn’t cleaning it on my own, that was for sure. I walked along towards my room, and as I did, I gave my biceps a bit of a squeeze.

It had been some time since I thoroughly worked out, and I was feeling a little sluggish. I mingled down to my room and unslung the shotgun from my back. I also unbuckled the holster from my leg, setting it aside. With a sigh, I tossed off my jacket and shirt, and then did some long, relaxing stretches.

With my body stretched out, I went to start, but my basement window suddenly flung open and another presence entered the room. I just smirked and chuckled lightly as I realized who it was. “Couldn’t have used the door?” I asked and he shook his head.

“There’s two types of people in the world. Those who use the door, and those who use the window,” he stated as he tossed off his black uniform. It was the uniform he wore during the Manehatten incident. The Punisher outfit.

“Finally deciding to keep up on your physique, eh?” Derreck teased as he hefted up a seventy pound dumbbell and began curling, making it look like there was no weight at all to the free-weight.

“Show-off,” I muttered then grabbed another set of weights, a lighter pair, as a warm up. Derreck just stood there, a coy smile on his face as I did my warm up, and he just stood there, curling the weight as if it were nothing, never stopping.

As I finished up my warm up, I stretched out and looked to Derreck. “Can I borrow those?” I asked, wanting to slowly bring myself into the heavy set of weights.

“I thought we finished the warm up already?” He teased.

“Jus gimme does,” I muttered in my best Arnie accent. He just laughed. As I began curling the heavier weights, he simply would grab even heavy weights.

I stopped increasing my weights at about 160lbs, but he was cranking it up to 200lbs, but at least he was showing effort in his workout now. Finding the edge of my comfort zone in these weights I began my workout, and then slowly started rotating around my room, exercising different parts of my body as I went along.

Yet, every workout I did, Derreck would simply outpace me, out lift me, out… everything me. He was good… no, he was exceptional. As we puttered along, we began conversing, remembering, and laughing about old times. Oh how I miss them so sometimes. I would never want to go back to living like that... ha, just listen to me, in the beginning it was all I wanted, to go back. Now I don't want to go back.

After a few hours of semi-intensive exercise, we slowed down to a stop. I was huffing a bit, but Derreck simply walked over to the mirror and flexed. He didn’t quite have tone to his muscles, but simply mere mass.

“You know, with the way I am now… I bet if I toned myself to perfection, around here I could be Mr. Olympia,” he stated and I just rolled my eyes. I did have to admit, we had both grown so much in our time in Equestria… though now I’m wondering what he had been doing those six or seven months that I didn’t know he was here.

I just smiled. “You know, in Equestria, it seems like females are the dominant sex… so it’s probably Mrs. Olympia,” I mentioned. He cupped his man breasts, pectoral majors I think they were called, and cupped them in his hands as he puffed them up.

“I could be Mrs. Olympia,” he laughed as he played with his man bewbs. I just laughed. From upstairs, we could hear Lassie and Discord howling in both laughter and screams. “They’re having fun,” he muttered and I nodded. Derreck mingled over to the squat press and flumped down, putting on a mere 730lbs. I knew at this point he was just screwing around since I had seen him pump over twelve-hundred earlier.

I finished with some relaxing stretches that I coupled with soothing music on the radio, the one that Spike had given me for Christmas, err… Hearth’s Warming. Derreck chuckled as he casually finished his workout. “Didn’t know you did Yoga,” he laughed.

I just rolled my eyes as I outstretched my arms. “I don’t,” I replied. He matched my moves in perfect unison. The ambient sounds of nature’s most wild and vivid beauties played on the radio as we struck many Yoga poses, though most took us a little time to do some of the poses correctly.

After… what must’ve been an hour at least, I stopped and relaxed. Looking out the small basement window, I saw it was sunset. Derreck flopped down onto an exercise bench and laid down, somewhat exhausted, and sweating profusely.

I took off my jacked and shirt, along with my boots and socks, and finally rested my body on my bed. As soon as my body touched the soft silky sheets, I passed out.

Hours later…

I awoke to the sound of my door slamming, Twilight storming down the stairs. “Discord’s here, and he’s made a mess!” She said in a very irritated voice.

“Uhm… yeah, he is,” I said, still a little dreary, having just woken up.

“He said that you invited him to stay,” she interrogated, stepping up to the side of my bed and poking me in the chest with her hoof. I scratched the back of my head, yawning.

“Uhm… well… yeah I figured… he didn’t have anywhere else to stay and that he was hungry… so…” I trailed off. She rolled her eyes with a flustered huff.

“Ugh! You’re so caring… it’s so sexy,” she said and before I could say anything, she pressed her lips to mine, rubbing her body into me as she crawled atop of my body, pinning me to the bed. My eyes wide, I immediately looked over to Derreck, but saw he was no longer present.

As she pulled her mouth from mine, she spoke in a very hushed tone as she grinded her hips against mine. “I thought you said you wanted to keep this… our little secret,” she moaned.

I bit the side of my lip as her motions aroused me. I thought it was just a onetime thing because she was in heat. “Ahh…” I moaned as she started to pull off my pants with her magic, though it got stuck as my belt was still latched.

“But you know…” she trailed off, gently nibbling on the side of my ear. “If you rut me like last time, the whole neighbourhood is gonna hear,” she whispered, then yanked my pants clean off.

“M-mom! I… I…” my breathing kicked up as my heart started to race. She turned around and presented her voluptuous rump to my face. Her pristine and glistening pussy gleamed in the moonlight as she gave her flank a little wiggle.

“So tell me son. Do you love me enough to rut me even when I’m not in heat?” she asked coyly. My cock throbbed and I gulped. “Well how bout it? Care to fill mommy with your cum?” she asked.

I didn’t even think twice. I didn’t even get my boxers fully off, pulling them down just enough to get my stiff erection out. I simply grappled her from behind like a horny stallion, wrapping my arms around her stomach like a pony would. I didn’t even lead myself properly and just poked around with the head of my cock until I found her entrance.

Wiggling a bit, my cock forced her open and slid inside her with force. Not one to wait, my mother slammed her hips back against mine, taking my entire length in less than a second.

With a squeal, she began to grind her hips against mine, her inside walls clasping down around me. I started slowly, pulling my hips back and slowly indulging myself back into her.

I looked down to where all the magic was happening. I saw her pussy lips stretching around my thick cock as I pulled out, the slowly plunged myself back into her. Twilight spoke up in a squeaky voice. “Yes… yes, rut mommy. Fill her with your thick cock… mmm, you really know how to please mommy,” she whined.

I leaned my chest into her back and began rutting her just like a stallion would, the sensational feeling of pounding her pony pussy… it felt so good. “Oh mom… oh goddess, you feel so… tight,” I whispered into her ear, then licked up her neck.

Her body shivered, and her lower end tensed up. “Mmm, and you’re so big now. Who’s mommy’s best boy?” she asked. I answered by plunging deeper into her cunt. She let out a whiney moan and began to quicken her pace.

The sound of our love making echoed in the room, mixed in with the sounds of our pleasured moans. “Mom… I love you so much… you feel so good inside,” I whispered and she giggled.

“Prove it,” she replied and I raised a brow.

“H-how… I thought I was?” I replied. She stopped and rolled over.

“When you cum, do it inside, and scream my name as you keep thrusting,” she replied.

“Just… just scream your name?” I replied. It seemed like that really wasn’t a lot.

“Don’t call me mommy. Scream my actual name. Loud enough for Celestia to hear. I want everypony to know I’m your mare,” she said in a very naughty voice. I began to rock my hips into her.

“If that’s your wish… then it is to be my command, mother,” I replied and she raised a devious eyebrow. I just kissed her on the cheek. “I’m not cumming yet. You’ll just have to wait and be patient.”

I began to rock my hips again, pumping her deep and hard. She began to moan again, but sooner than I would’ve expected, I began to feel myself build up for that ever conclusive feeling of an orgasm.

“Uhh… oh goddess… mom,” I whispered, and somehow, she knew. I don’t know how she knew, but she knew I was close.

“Who do you love?” she moaned.

“You,” I replied through a grunt.

“Who do you love?” she moaned again, this time louder. I began to pick up my pace.

“You, I love you,” I moaned.

“Ooh… who do you love?” she squealed, nearly reaching her own orgasm.

“Y-… Twilight… oh goddess… I love you Twilight,” I moaned.

“Louder,” she ordered through an ecstatic moan.

“Twilight,” I replied.

“Louder!” she yelled.

“TWILIGHT!” I yelled, rocking faster and faster with each yell.

“Scream my name as you fill me!” She moaned loudly, her screams filling the room.

“Twilight… I love you,” I moaned, the tingly feeling in my cock suddenly becoming too much to bare. My legs began to tense up.

“Louder… shout my name. Shout that you… ahh… want me to be your mare,” she screamed, going wild as she hit her orgasm. Her inside walls began to clench as her body twitched and spasmed involuntarily.

“Twilight… I love Twilight… and… YOU’RE MY MARE!” I shouted, though staggeringly as my cock erupted inside of her, plastering her insides with my spooge. The feeling, I will admit, was heavenly and I swore there were clouds in my vision. My head, I felt light headed. As she had insisted, I kept thrusting, though slowly and heavily uncoordinated.

I flumped down on top of her, my cock still embedded into her dripping pussy, which oozed out a mixture of our fluids. She rubbed the back of my head with her hoof. “That’s wonderful. Mommy’s so proud of her little boy.” She began to hush me to sleep, humming lullabies.

As I lay on her, a wetness began to sprinkle on my back. At first it wasn’t too bad, but soon it became ever so present and cold. Then my bed was damp. The sprinkling kept hitting the back of my neck and sending shivers up my spine…

I shot straight up with a gasp, my hands clenched into fists. The entirety of my room flashed brilliant blue as a lightning strike flashed, being simultaneously followed by a crack of thunder.

Wetness still sprinkled against the back of my neck, and my body was soaked, both of sweat and… “Rain!” I grumbled. I looked to the open window Derreck had slipped in through.

The storm was so severe that the wind blew the rain straight into my room, and right onto my bed, soaking it profusely. I grumbled to myself as I got out of the drenched bed. I had the hardest erection and…

My thoughts quickly surfaced to that of my dream. I shuddered. “I… I can’t believe I’m dreaming about her like that,” I mumbled to myself. I had really thought it would’ve been a onetime thing, just because she was in heat, and hoped it wouldn’t faze me too much.

“Maybe it’s just residual thoughts… they’ll probably pass on in a few days and it’ll be just a thing of the past,” I said to myself… or maybe I was praying. Regardless of the fact, I needed to pi-

“Hey,” said a deep voice, scaring the shit out of me and nearly making me jump out of my skin.

“GAH! Derreck…” I looked down to see, that due to how much I needed to piss, and how much he scared me… I had pissed myself. “Oh… great… thanks a lot,” I grumbled angrily. ‘Well, at least now I don’t need to piss,’ I thought positively.

Derreck just stifled a laugh that ended up leaving through his nose. I just flicked off my pissy pants and underwear and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers. I looked at my camouflage pants. “Those are like… my favourite pants,” I stated.

I slipped on some brown trousers and looked for a shirt. I grabbed the one that had the smiling Mr. Clean, with the caption ‘Don’t fuck with Mr. Clean’. I looked over to my bed to see it was still being rained on.

I quickly rushed over and closed the window, but the damage had been done. With a whimpering yawn, I groaned. “That’s so fucking… sucky,” I swore vividly.

Before Derreck could speak up, Lassie came barreling down the stairs. “Evan, you need to come see this!” She gasped. I just waved, it was probably some grotesque spider on the television.

She huffed. “No seriously. You have to see this!” She announced.

Derreck spoke up. “In a second pup, we’re a little tied up trying to figure out what to do about his bed,” he said. Lassie gave a stunned look at him.

“Wha-“ she didn’t finish.

“Remember Derreck. The friend that met us on the balcony the day I got back from Flim and Flam’s?” I asked. Lassie blinked, unsurely.

“Oh… yeah…” she seemed a little stunned about something then just shook it off. “No, it’s more important than that!” she announced. Grabbing my shirt, she began pulling me towards the stairs. I just shrugged.

“Come on Derreck. Maybe we’ll find a bed on a couch or something for the night,” I stated. I followed her upstairs, and screaming could be heard from the television. Discord was hunched over, face nearly pressed into the television.

I looked and Discord turned to us. A reporter mare with a hoofheld microphone looked to the screen, like one of those horror movies where it pretended to be actual footage of something to make it seem more believable.

“Total anarchy here in Batlimare as-“ she was cut off as a crane structure erupted in a brilliant flash of sparks sparks and came smashing to the ground. I will admit, they made it look pretty believable and even Michael Bay would be jealous.

“Did you catch that? Tell me you caught that!” The reporter mare yelled. A hoof waved in front of the screen.

“I got it! I got it!” The voice behind the video recorder replied.

“As I was saying, total anarchy here in Baltimare as things are turned to complete ice as the-“ she was cut off again as a glass shattering sound echoed in the streets. A tidal wave of ice splashed against a building, turning the building into an ice-ified version of its former self.

Ponies rushing away from the building were also turned into solidified icy states, icicles stretching off their bodies. “Oh my sweet goddess Celestia. DID YOU SEE THAT?! Ponies turned into-“ she was cut off by a cackling laughter.

The camera turned to the top of a three story building, where an icy blue mare stood with some kinda… pipe looking thing in her hooves. With a bombing voice, though one that didn’t sound like she was trying to yell, she said something for all to hear. “Now… let’s get… some ICE!”

With that, her pipe thing hosed out a gushed out a stream of ice that turned everything it touched to ice-ified version of their former self. Within seconds the ice stream reached the camera and the screen began to beep out the test pattern.

Discord shut off the TV and I merely chuckled. “Oh come on… that’s such a funny looking movie,” I whined playfully but he shook his head.

“It’s not a movie,” he replied but I just rolled my eyes as I let out an exhale through my nose that was partially a stifle laugh.

“Yeah… okay. Because that wasn’t the horror movie network you two were watching all night. You’re probably trying to pull a bad prank on me, just like all those pranks you pulled on ponies,” I laughed and Discord shook his head again, but this time Lassie spoke up.

“It was our movie channel… until our movie was interrupted by an emergency broadcast. We tried to switch channels but everything was playing that… I thought maybe you should see it… I figured you’d probably want to do something,” Lassie stated. Discord picked up.

“It’s probably where they all went,” he stated and I turned to him. A sinking feeling in my gut answered my question pre-emptively, but I needed to know for sure.

“Where who went?” I asked.

“The Mane six… Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash… and… and my dear… f-frie-friend Fluttershy… oh goddess… how could this have happened?” Discord whimpered, head drooping low.

“Fuck…” I whispered the swear to myself. “Who the hell was that?” I asked, heart thumping. Discord looked back up to the television, then to us as he answered.

“Freeze…”

Author's Notes:

Okay, sorry I didn't finish this chapter last weekend. On Friday last week, like back in July, I got a really bad pain in my mouth cause my top right wisdom tooth decided to grow in crooked and fuck up my mouth then it caused an infection. So after about a week of having an infection, I got it pulled out. So here, it's not really long, but it's kinda fun. Well, I think it was fun to write.
Have a good one, eh (Cause I'm Canadian, right)