Chaos never stays put. That what's an old acquaintance once said to me, and she's right. I'm restless by nature. You would be too if you were capable of doing almost anything and then you were told you couldn't.

I think Fluttershy was beginning to notice this. I wasn't exactly subtle of late about pouting and sighing and crossing my arms when there was nothing to do. I had also started tapping a claw on the kitchen table absent-mindedly. Okay, I was actually doing it because I knew it annoyed her bunny rabbit, but I took what I could get when it came to getting away with annoying other beings now.

“Um...”

Tap, tap, tap.

“Um...Discord?”

More tapping.

“Could you...maybe, sorta stop doing that?”

“Fluttershy, I'm just so BORED!” I outright whined.

Angel Bunny shot me an expression of triumphant gloating as I shot him a death stare.

“Well then,” Fluttershy said, “maybe it would do us both some good to go for a walk.”

She picked up Angel Bunny, who took the opportunity to blow me a raspberry as she placed him in front of his feeding bowl. I made a mental note to use a cowbell next time instead of tapping my claw on the table's wooden surface.

The Demon Rabbit fed, we ventured out for our walk, where I felt the need to run in circles every few feet or so. Fluttershy looked concerned for me -- heck, I was concerned for me-- but a week ago, after my latest stretching episode I had promised the princesses I wouldn't practice chaos magic for at least a month. That was the compromise Fluttershy had made between me and the princesses. My stretching? I'll get to that later.

I noticed we were heading into town. I didn't like going there as it meant getting glared at by passers by and I got enough of that from Fluttershy's evil lagomorph at home, but the alternative was sitting in Fluttershy's kitchen trying not to “die of boredom”. Right now, though, the idiom that came to mind was “if looks could kill.”

It wasn't entirely undeserved, mind you. Months ago I had plunged Equestria into chaos with the help of Tirek. Until he stabbed me in the back. The residents of Ponyville had not forgotten that, and I suppose I couldn't blame them, but did they have to be so blunt about it? Every time something out of the ordinary happened, even if it was just a bit of harmless fun with my chaos magic they'd tut and frown disapprovingly. Even worse was the way they looked at Fluttershy, as if by her association with me she was somehow tainted. I felt my hackles rise in seething anger at that.

The thoughts vanished quickly as they had come when Fluttershy ran ahead as she saw someone she recognized.

It was one of Applejack's many family members. Goodness, how big is that family? Does it ever stop growing?

This particular member of the Apple clan was Bramley Smith, one of the old matriarchs. She hobbled along with a cane and smiled at the pegasus, asking her how she was and how Princess Twilight and her studies were going. Then her expression darkened as she saw me.

And then: “You be careful young lady. Who knows what a thing like that is capable of around young mares.”

The nerve! Ponies always assume the worst of me. A lot of them do. It's true I am capable of a lot. Sexual situations can be hilarious. Way back before I got stoned (in the concrete sense) Celestia had one of those ridiculously boring meetings that involved numerous rulers in Equestria visiting Canterlot and discussing policy and government, and all of that other jazz that's about as exciting as plucking nose hairs. So I thought I'd shake things up a bit. I happened to know one of the royal delegates from the Crystal Empire who was a Duke,was shall we say, less than faithful to his partner.  (This was way before Princess Mi Mi and her shaggy piece of stallion meat ruled the place.)

Infidelity is a common thing among royals. They just don't admit it to anyone. All that pent up stress and having to act with decorum and propriety all the time. If only they'd be a bit more honest and let a little chaos into their lives. I digress.

I do that a lot. I am me, after all.

Where was I? Ah yes, the eminent Duke of Eqqworth. He never kept it in his pants. Well at least he wouldn't if he wore pants.  Except no one knew about this apart from him and his mistresses, and little old me of course. And he was getting away with it too, and that was just too ORDERLY for me. Yes, things were definitely running a bit too smoothly for this chap. So I hatched a plan. The obvious thing would have been to tell his wife, which would have caused home-wrecking without having to use the traditional method. There would have been enormously entertaining fights and shouting and the servants wouldn't have slept for weeks. But since the information was coming from someone like me who isn't the most reliable narrator, it might not have been plausible for her.

So instead, after the Royal dinner and the Duke of Eqqworth had a bit too many glasses of wine, I sauntered into palace as one of the guests. Except of course I wasn't in my real form. Among the mingling crowd no one really noticed me, but I made sure I had his attention. The female form I took on had curves in all the right places and I winked at him and sashayed up the stairs. I looked bammin' slammin' bootylicious, if I do say so myself. He was on me like a shot, his breath stinking of alcohol. I played along, until we were behind closed doors then just as he was getting a little too grabby for my liking I manifested as a withered old hag. You should have seen him jump! His eyes practically bugged out of his head and he went pale as a ghost as he realized the rump he had his hoof on had gone from firm to saggy and wrinkled.  Then I went one better and manifested as my true form, causing him to scream as he darted to the other side of the room. “IT'S YOU, OH GOD. NO, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!”

“What's the matter?” I pouted, ignoring his hysterical screams and placing my hands on my hips. I posed in a provocative position that was sure to make him uncomfortable. “I thought my luscious bum was to your liking? It certainly was a few seconds ago.”

Panicking, he jumped out the window into the bushes below.  

Except I'd covered them in cow manure as soon as I clocked where he was going.

Oh, how I did laugh for DAYS at that one. I just kept replaying the look on his face over and over.  The tabloids had a field day. Well, more like a field week until they got bored and moved onto the next scandal. Honestly, they should be giving me royalties for all the copy I helped them sell.

So, yeah. I am capable of a lot, but forcing myself on another person? Sickening. How is that in any way interesting and fun if your partner isn't up for it? Where are the laughs? Ponies are always assuming things like that about me. And I'M supposedly the perverted one? I was ready to turn Bramley Smith into a snail infested sentient cabbage that spent the rest of its days rolling into trees because it couldn't see.

Fluttershy must have read my mind because she hurried me along calling out “We need to be going!” I couldn't resist looking over my shoulder and baring my teeth. That probably didn't help with regards to Bramley Smith's opinion of me, but it did have the effect of making her jump and emit a terrified squeak, which I secretly enjoyed very much.

As Fluttershy led me away she whispered, “She doesn't mean it. She's just a bit...um traditional in her way of thinking.”

“Traditional? Is that what it's called when your male friends are all assumed to be perverts? Honestly Fluttershy she was about ready to knock my antlers off with that cane. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. Maybe I need a break.”

“What do you mean?”

I sighed. “I mean, I think I need to leave Ponyville for a bit. At least until things cool off here.”

Fluttershy looked pained. I hate it when she looks at me like that. It makes me feel...things.

I got down on all fours so I was nearer her level.

“It's not you. It's not Twilight, or any of the others. Well, okay, maybe Rainbow Dash could tone it down a bit, but I want to assure you it's none of you that are making me want to leave, okay? It's just that this entire town are still massively ticked off with me for what I did, and I think it's going to take them a very long time to forgive me, if at all. Plus I can't use my chaos magic without frightening them all.”

I really couldn't. One morning I had stretched when the sun rose and I got out of bed. No, not that kind of stretching. When I stretch it's to loosen pent up magic, and if often comes out in ways I don't intend, though I'd be a complete liar if I said I didn't enjoy the results. In this case the result was the bending of space-time and Canterlot Castle ended up bending along with it, so  that the tip of the highest tower on the castle was almost touching the ground in Ponyville town square and a lot of ponies came rolling down the warped space, some of them into castle windows. Celestia's  glorious shriek was enough to shatter glass.

When Fluttershy woke up she found me rocking back and forth on the kitchen table, Angel Bunny glaring at me disapprovingly,  my paw and claw covering my mouth as I tried desperately not to giggle, though I'm sure it would have been more of a cackle if I had let loose.

But, predictably (and ponies are soooo predictable. I guess it's no surprise for a society that bases everything on Harmony) a lot of Equestrian citizens did not see the funny side. It's a good thing I had Fluttershy on hand to explain what had happened to the princesses and make me compromise. Ugh, I hate that word. Though I still think Celestia probably needed headache pills that night. Bonus.

So I knew a break was probably for the best. Not for me- I would love nothing more than to just create chaos. Turn the streets into endless cobblestones made from banana peels, create  giant sentient mushrooms that run around head-butting people, rolling the moon across the sky with my hind legs like an extremely elongated dung beetle and watching the tide down below roll with it. That would surely annoy Luna no end.

It's because if I break again, and I can't completely promise I never will, I will be disappointing the people that love and care about me. They not only gave me a second chance, they gave me a third chance. And I usually don't even get a first chance. That much is certain from the way the Ponyville residents still regard me with mistrust and anger. I can't promise I won't lash out if they continue to behave this way towards me, and especially towards Fluttershy, and I'm not sure I can bear the feelings that will come with looking at her pained  and confused expression.

So, like the moon I'm itching to roll across the sky, I better get rolling. Next Chapter: Stay Estimated time remaining: 2 Hours, 46 Minutes