After a greatly gooey Grand Galloping Gala, Discord is looking forward to going back home and relaxing in his chaotic domain. A world totally of his own element and design, he can sit back and think about all the good times he had with Fluttershy, The Smooze and Treebeard (or whatever her name was, for he can't possibly recall) had at the Gala.

There was just one little factor he forgot about. A something that baffles even him. A something that doesn't take a simple 'no' for an answer very easily...

Written for the May 16th minific Writeoff Group event using the prompt "I Regret Nothing".