I stumbled out of the hayburger joint about 5 minutes later, pants redone, hands in my pockets, and making my way towards… anywhere else while keeping my head tilted downward. I didn't want to even flirt with the possibility that I'd accidentally start another 'encounter' by just, I don't know, looking at a sexy mare long enough.

The sun had just passed its peak for the day. As the heat of the middle of a Spring day bore down on me, I felt depressed. Or was it guilty? The feeling was hard to pin down.

I'd tangled Twilight in my web of bizarrely casual sexuality. I'd made her think it was okay to give me magicjob in public without even really trying. And from now on, she was always going to think that was okay, the idea carried forward by her naturally helpful nature.

It was hard not to get a boner all over again, replaying the event in my mind. I probably did pop one, but I tried not to acknowledge it. If I ignored it, I could avoid an encounter for a while.

I guess what scared me at this point was, well, myself. It felt like I was careening down a slippery slope. Years of porn had made me well aware of what my fantasies were and how susceptible I was to making new ones. If I started taking advantage of this, where would it end? Would it reach a point where I got bored of simply being able to have sex? Would I seek greater and greater thrills until I was subjugating and mutilating ponies for my own amusement, like those godawful grimdark fanfics I'd read? And if I reached such a point… would ponies still be fucking okay with that?!

That was my ethical conundrum. The more practical one I was facing was that I didn't know where the upper limit was. There had to be one, but I still had no idea. The nightmare scenario was that this could be on a timer, or ponies would start to resist it over time, and then I'd be the guy who'd mind-fucked and literal-fucked everyone while they were addled.

Between this and a dozen other issues, I couldn't afford to let myself enjoy it. Not just yet. I didn't want to get started if it was all going to end up in the shitter. Not that I hadn't already gotten started…

I let out a long sigh as I found myself back at square one. This wasn't really something I could seek guidance for; I was on my own. Even if I outright told ponies I could be affecting their minds, they'd probably be okay with that, and then I'd just be in an echo chamber with ponies telling me that I could let loose with this power and it'd be okay. Enjoyable, but ethically pointless. At the end of the day, there was no one I could talk to about this.

Except… Wait.

I darted between two buildings, checked to make sure my position wasn't too obvious, and got down on my knees. "Thank you Discord for this glorious yada-yada-yada," I muttered at the ground.

"I'm... sorry? Can you try again, this time a lot more gratefully?"

"Discord, I'm very thankful, but… please."

"Oh, alright." With a flash, Discord appeared in the air in front of me. He looked more than a little grumpy. "Should've known you'd find a way to be a grouch about all this."

I stood back up. "I'm just having a really freaky day is all," I said hastily, not wanting to get on Discord's bad side. "But… I'm pretty sure you know exactly why."

The draconequus's mood improved immediately. "Oohoohoo! It's already started, hasn't it? Ponies rationalizing your every word and deed…! Makes you wonder how far you can go now that there's no obstacle to those raging lusts of yours!"

"...Something like that." I wanted to feel more embarrassed, but what he was saying was more the truth of the situation than anything else. "There's one thing I really want to know, though: Why?"

"Whyyyy?" Discord echoed mischieviously.

"Yeah. Why me? Why this? Why now?"

Discord shrugged. "I suppose there's time now. Last night was a bit of a crunch." He started flying around me as he spoke. "I've always liked you, Pascal, or at least sympathized with you. Surrounded by ponies who despise you for being who you are? Why yes, I've been there AND done that. If I hadn't convinced Twilight to perform the spell, I probably would've given you a care package on your way out, or even helped you on a quest for revenge or something. Would've depended on my mood."

Well, that made me feel a little… better?

"I haven't had many opportunities to spread chaos since my reformation. Don't want to be turned back to stone and all that. But… let's say I have some urges of my own, and I've been looking for ways big and small to get away with them without anypony complaining." He chuckled. "Your name gave me the idea. What if there was a person that everypony rationalized? He could cause all sorts of chaos that nopony would mind. Effective AND ironic! Can't ask for a better combination."

I'm sure he would've enjoyed the antics I'd been up to in the last few hours, then.

"And as for the timing?" He grinned sharply and arched his fingers. "It was perfect. All the circumstances lined up so that you, and more importantly Twilight, were convinced it was 'do or die.' No way she would've cast that dangerous spell otherwise. Couldn't have set it up better myself."

A suspicion hit me. "Did you set it up yourself?"

"I wish! But no. That was all-natural escalation."

I didn't really have any guarantee that he was being honest, but no evidence to suggest he was lying. "Alright, then… What's the long game here?"

Discord arched an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"How do I know this isn't part of some long con with some far-off goal I can't imagine my role in?"

He laughed and laughed at that, clutching his gut. "Oh! Oh my goodness. That is imaginative. No, no, no, Pascal, you are giving me far too much credit this time. My 'long con' in this case starts and ends with you." He pointed at me and poked my forehead to punctuate the word. "I have unleashed upon this world a free agent guaranteed to create chaos both big and small, all while promoting normality. And as long as you stay that way, I'd say my long-term goals are satisfied, wouldn't you?"

As long as I stay that way? "Is there anything I should worry about? Is it… going to wear off? Will ponies become immune over time?"

"I highly doubt that," he replied. "Cutie marks and cosmic concepts are for life. They don't get less powerful over time; quite the opposite, in fact." Discord started to stroke his goatee. "No, the only thing I'd worry about is the magic making a resurgence and trying to fulfill its original purpose, i.e. turning you into the ultimate bore."

I gulped. "Good to know."

"Ugh!" he cried out suddenly. "Enough exposition! How's your 'freaky day' been going?" He flew up close to me and stared into my eyes. "I want all the juicy details."

I backed away slightly. Yet as I opened my mouth to finally confide in Discord what had been so strange about today, I realized something was off about this. "Well… This was your project, right? Wouldn't you have followed me to make sure it took?"

"Well, of course I followed you. But…"

The rest of that sentence hung in the air like… I don't know, a pallet of bricks on a string. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly as he realized his mistake. My breath stopped entirely and my heart pounded in my ears.

'But I didn't notice anything different.'

Almost in slow-mo, I saw his claw start to move slightly, shifting his thumb and middle finger closer together…

"You don't mind anything I do!" I blurted out.

Discord hesitated, before holding his hand in front of me like a weapon, ready to snap and do god knows what. "Pascal…" he growled threateningly.

I had no choice. I pressed the attack. "You're affected too. You may be the spirit of chaos but you can't help rationalizing what I do either! You won't stop me and you don't want to!"

His fingers were pressed so tightly together that they ground against each other slightly, creating sparks before my eyes. In those sparks I saw a million ways for me to die horribly and creatively. "Maybe I will," he snarled at me. "I'm Chaos. Doesn't matter what I feel, what I think is Normal. 50/50 chance."

"Yes it does matter." I'd gone so far there was nothing left but to see it through to the end. "You've reformed now. You want to stay on ponies' good side. That means you respect the status quo, you have an investment in it, even if you don't like it. That… is why… you're affected!"

And that was it. Either what I said took hold or they didn't. I could see the struggle on Discord's face as he resisted, as though the words were drilling into his mind. His fingers pushed further and further against each other.

My determination drained, I just closed my eyes and cowered in fear. If this was the end, at least I'd put up a valiant effort.

Snap.

Flash!

TA-DAAAA~!

I heard trumpets ring out. I opened my eyes and found myself covered in a shower of confetti. A 'Congratulations' banner had appeared above me.

Bewildered, I looked for Discord, who was suddenly wearing a baseball cap, polo shirt, and gloves. He was giving me a golf clap with a begrudged look on his face. "Well played, Pascal. Well played. I should've known you'd cover your own ass the first chance you got."

Oh. Was it over, then? Was I safe?

"I will say, I'm glad you had the decency to look terrified toward the end there. Just about every confrontation I have these days is nothing but grim determination and bravado. It's nice to showdown with someone who actually appreciates the number of ways I can destroy them."

"Uh… Thanks."

Before I could react, Discord rushed forward with a roll of duct tape out of nowhere and sealed my mouth shut. "Uh-uh, you're in talky timeout for a minute. I'm getting a splitting headache from all the Normal in my head. Now…"

He snapped his fingers again, and the party supplies and his outfit disappeared. I wisely decided not to move and to wait until he was done.

Discord looked at me with a tired expression. "To answer the obvious question, yes, you can affect me. Everything's is connected by the magical field – there's likely not a single creature you can't sway. So go on, have your fun. I'll just have to be satisfied with the knowledge that I helped create you, because I'm certainly not hanging out with you after this!"

He sighed and raised his hand again to snap. Before he did, he added, "And I know you're wondering. Yes, you can involve Fluttershy. I know you won't be able to resist. Just… treat her right, okay? As a personal favor."

Discord snapped his fingers and disappeared. I bent over and rested my hands on my knees, shaking. That had been way too close.

Once I'd recovered, I reached up to remove the duct tape from my mouth. I tried to lift it gently, but it didn't help. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! It had been hastily applied, but firmly. My lips were going to sting for a while after that.

I remained there in the alley for a while longer, reveling silently in the fact that I'd 'defeated' Discord (for lack of a better word) and that I'd escaped doom with my life intact twice in as many days. But not long after, I realized I was exhausted. I'd been through too much stress in such a short amount of time. I was tired. I needed rest.

I walked back out onto the street and went exploring. Luckily, I managed to stumble upon a public park near a stream that showcased a lot of Equestria's natural beauty.

And I wasn't just talking about the beautiful mares around. Hue hue, giggity, etc. Ugh.

But no, it actually seemed like a perfect place to just sit around and relax. A change of pace from the adventures I'd been through in the last twelve hours. I found an empty bench, took a seat, and just appreciated the feel of the wind on my face. Perfect.

There were ponies playing, ponies jogging, ponies having picnics, even a couple of ponies singing some kind of duet number on the other side of the park. They were all still as beautiful and busty or well-hung as ever, but almost none of them were near me, and the ones that were didn't pay me any mind. This was as close as I'd gotten to having a completely normal moment during my stay in Equestria.

So. Discord, then. Another in a growing series of incidents involving my power to mull over.

The first thing I noticed was that, unlike with Twilight, I didn't feel bad at all about forcibly affecting Discord's mind. And earlier, fast-talking my way into getting free food from a business only caused a minor blip on the ol' morality radar. So I could take all these sorts of advantages and not feel a thing, but if it involved sex it bothered me. That dynamic, in itself, meta-bothered me.

It wasn't as simple as that, though. Food and protection; that was self-preservation. You could make an argument that I was just trying to survive against tough outside forces. Sex was frivolous. There was nothing in that but my own personal enjoyment. Even with no one condemning me, I could still see it as burdening other people.

Sex seemed inevitable, though. Knowing me, knowing how even my involuntary actions could be rationalized and generate responses… I was going to crack every so often. Maybe the question was not 'if' or 'when,' but how I could limit how bad I got.

I had to scoff at that. Look at me, going from 'I don't want any trouble' to 'how bad can I be.' Slippery slope, indeed.

But maybe it was that or live with a constant stress ulcer for the rest of my life. Maybe there was a point where mental and physical health had to take a priority over morals.

Ah, but morals were not something you could neatly package and toss out the window. There were layers of interconnectedness. My hangups about sex were tied to my respect for these ponies and their personalities, my fears about going power-mad, my personal shame about my fetishes, and more…

And so on, and so on.

I went back and forth in my head like this for a while. Finally, I decided to table all of it for later and just enjoy the beautiful day. Besides, if I could talk down Discord from destroying me, then I probably had the time to figure this out at my pace. I could afford to take it slow.

I sat there, relaxing in the afternoon sun. I nearly dozed off for a pleasant little nap, but didn't really make it all the way across to sleep. Mostly, I just rested, which was what I needed.

And then I was finally interrupted. "Hey! Pascal!"

I looked over to see Lyra running down the park path towards me, with Bon Bon not far behind. The mint green unicorn-woman slid onto the other side of the bench in one smooth move and grinned at me. "Fancy seeing you here!"

In my relaxed state, I was really happy to see them. "Hey, Lyra. Hey, Bon Bon."

Bon Bon finally caught up to us. She was wearing a set of sunglasses, which, combined with her neutral expression, gave her a very serious vibe compared to her counterpart next to me. "Hello, Pascal."

"What brings you out here?" Lyra asked.

I shrugged sheepishly. "I've had a kinda crazy day. Came here to relax."

Lyra worried a little. "Crazy? Has anypony bothered you today?"

"No, not at all!" I said, laughing a little. "That's the crazy thing. Everything I did that was bad before? Everyone's okay with it now. And it's driving me up the wall!"

"Wow. Poor you," Lyra teased, sticking her tongue out at me. "Oh, speaking of okay: Bon Bon?"

I looked up at the beige anthro pony, who sighed and said, "Lyra told me about your conversation. Allow me to officially state that I wasn't overly bothered by your partial nudity this morning, and, as far as we're concerned, you can be nude whenever you like in our home. Does that answer satisfy you two?"

Lyra smiled hopefully at me. "Well?"

I had to chuckle at this. I was expecting it at this point, but it was still weird to hear these ponies say things like this. And more than a little arousing. But instead of feeling pressured by the onslaught, I was relaxed enough to find the humor in it. "Yeah, that'll do."

Bon Bon rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses.

I decided to change the subject. "So what about you two? What brings you here?"

"I just got done grocery shopping," Lyra explained. "Then I went to meet up with Bon Bon. Her candy shop isn't far from here, so we usually meet up during her lunch break!"

"Oh." I looked between them, then at my position on the bench. "Am I in the way or anything?"

"No, you're fine," Bon Bon assured me.

Of course she'd say that now. I looked around at the dimensions of the bench, but even if we scooted, trying to fit three people here would end up with one of us basically hanging off the side. "Well, you shouldn't have to stand during your hangout time, so…"

Bon Bon thought for a moment, then said, "I think I know what to do." She walked over to me, turned around…

...and planted her ass on my lap. She rested her back on me, pressing her curled blue and fuschia mane against my face. It smelled like sugar and bakeries.

"Ha! There we go!" Lyra cheered, getting comfortable next to me. "Now we can hang out and you don't have to get up!"

Bon Bon shifted her hips a few times, rubbing up against some specific places. "I think I'm sitting on your keys or something…"

I was in the mood to go with the flow at this point. I escaped from her mane and said, "Uh, nope! No, that's my dick."

"Oh."

Lyra giggled uncontrollably.

Bon Bon sighed again. "Grow up, Lyra. I can't take you anywhere, can I?"

"S-Sorry! Just, ha ha… 'Dick.'" Lyra covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.

The beige mare on top of me shifted a few more times, rubbing up against the full erection in my pants, before finally settling on what she seemed to think was a workable position. "This isn't uncomfortable, is it?"

"N-No, not at all! Quite the opposite, really." Bon Bon's ass was thick and plush, all the more soft cushioning against my crotch. The only bad part was the chafing of my trapped cock in my pants, but Bon Bon's adjusting had made it so that my bulge was nicely framed by each of her cheeks. I was fine where I was.

"Okay, good." She leaned back into me again, her tail draping off to the side. I wasn't sure where to put my hands with all of… her rubbing up against me, so I rested my arms against the back of the bench.

Bon Bon and Lyra started to chat like nothing was different, talking about their mornings, venting about customers at work or sellers at the market, and suggesting activities they wanted to do this evening and the upcoming weekend. I ended up as kind of a third wheel throughout this, but I didn't mind because I was busy being… immersed in all that was Bon Bon.

When the conversation finally hit a pause, I pulled my face out of my captor's mane and leaned towards Lyra. "Mind if I ask you girls something?" They said they wouldn't mind. I looked at Bon Bon. "So… You're okay sitting on me, with my dick poking at your butt."

Bon Bon glared at Lyra as she giggled again, but looked back at me with a neutral, almost apologetic expression. "More or less. I have no objections if you don't."

I looked at Lyra. "And neither or you have a problem with me being naked."

They nodded in confirmation.

"So here's my question, then: Is there anything I can't do? Anything you guys wouldn't be okay with?"

There was a long silence as they considered my question. The longer it went, the more tense I became. I needed to know if there was a limit to what I could do. I needed there to BE a limit. Or else I was going to go insane.

Lyra blushed. "Wow. I… can't think of anything. And believe me, I'm thinking of some…" Her hands drifted to her thighs. "...really interesting stuff. I-I mean there's stuff I wouldn't like, wouldn't do normally, but if you asked… Yeah, wow I'd do it. Do it in a heartbeat."

I swallowed. That wasn't helping me.

Bon Bon, who had been far more stoic up to this point, snapped her fingers suddenly. "I got it." She stood up and…

…to my incredible surprise, undid her pants and lowered them past her buttocks. Right in front of me. Baring her pantied ass about a foot away from my face. I could very clearly see a puffy cameltoe, along with the wrapped candy cutie marks on each cheek, only slightly covered by the fuschia underwear she was wearing.

"This," she said simply. "My passion is making candies, even if that isn't always my job. And if you asked me to stop, or to give up that life… then I wouldn't, couldn't. Even for you, Pascal."

Lyra's jaw had dropped from the display of Bon Bon basically mooning me, but she pulled herself together enough to say, "Y-Yeah… Now that you mention it… If you asked me to stop playing the lyre, no way. I… guess that's one thing."

Naturally, I was a bit distracted, but this made sense to me. My normality thing was just a cosmic concept, one in a sea of cutie marks in the fabric of this world's reality. Mine was very powerful, like Discord's, but in essence still as immutable as the ones regular ponies found as they grew up. I couldn't take their cutie marks away, which meant I couldn't change the very core of who they were. I couldn't stop Discord from being chaotic, or Pinkie Pie from being a party planner, or Twilight from studying the magic of friendship.

I was absolutely okay with this. I wasn't so powerful that I could destroy a pony's personality with the wrong sentence.

Just… everything up to that, it seemed.

Bon Bon pulled up her pants and sat back down in my lap, none too gently, making my dick throb in response. These ponies were going to be the death of me.

And of Lyra, it looked like. She was blushing hard and gently rubbing her inner thighs. "Celestia… Sorry, Bons, but that was…"

"I was just trying to make a point to Pascal," Bon Bon said hastily, blushing a bit herself.

"I know, but… Nngh! You and him, like that, just… Sorry, Bonnie, but I might be bi for humans."

Wait, really? Holy shit.

Bon Bon rolled her eyes and twisted around (grinding in my lap!) to look at me. "Took her long enough, didn't it?"

"I… guess so," I replied shakily. Yeah, I knew Lyra had had a thing for humans long before I arrived, and yeah, I knew it wasn't as hard as a hop, skip, and jump to turn an obsession into a fetish… But damn. I was not expecting to be the target of someone's fantasy today. "Um… What about 'no shenanigans'?"

"Can't be helped now," was Bon Bon's answer.

Lyra groaned. "I think I'm gonna go home now. Gotta… cool off or something." She moved to stand up.

It was too tempting not to say it. "Why not here?"

She stopped getting up, thought about it for a second, then reclined back against the bench. "Yeah… If you're alright with it, that sounds greeeat…"

I watched as Lyra's pants came undone at her fingertips, just enough so she could push aside her panties and reach her… her…

Oh god, this was going to be a first for me.

She traced around her pronounced outer lips a few times… Then with her forefinger and little finger, she spread them until that pink gash was clear for all to see… And then in went the third and fourth fingers, stirring wildly inside her pussy, while her thumb gently rubbed at the general area of her clit.

Having only had porn as a guide, I'd had no idea what a full palette of the senses this could be. Even as I watched her slickening fingers piston in and out, I heard her squeaks and moans, felt the heat radiating off her, and smelled the vanilla and minty musk coming from that spot…

Wait… I followed my nose for a second. It was mostly that mint-laced musk, and that was coming from Lyra. The vanilla scent… was that Bon Bon?!

The sound of approaching footsteps distracted me from these thoughts. A couple of ponies, a mare and a stallion off on a jog, came running by, and I instinctively hid behind Bon Bon as much as I could. They passed by, clearly saw Lyra with her pants open and masturbating, but simply waved and kept on running.

This baffled me and aroused me at the same time. I wasn't clearly visible, nor was I involved in the act. I'd simply given Lyra permission. Yet the ponies who'd just run by treated Lyra as normally as the ponies in the restaurant had treated me and Twilight. Did I have some kind of aura? Or was it because I had given permission? Did this mean that if I told someone to do something, they wouldn't get in trouble for it because… my magic extended to them or something?

Lyra cried out and turned over where she sat. Now she was leaning against the bench and looking straight at us. Her face was flushed and sweaty and panting. A third finger joined the rest pumping into her snatch, quickly followed by a fourth. This just seemed to make her more frustrated, and her other hand jumped up to grope one soccer-ball-sized tit through her shirt, her nipples making dents in the fabric.

"Y-You two…" she whined. "Do something. Do anything. Please… So close…!"

Bon Bon responded by shifting position again; she turned towards me, lifting her legs so that her knees landed on either side of me, and pressed her chest against me. Her own breasts crushing against my torso did a great job reminding me that hers were just a bit larger and softer than her fillyfriend's, while her buttocks rested on my thighs and her slightly damp crotch ground against mine.

Her gaze demanded my attention. Her eyes were serious - at some point she'd taken off her sunglasses but I hadn't noticed - and her cheeks were just a little bit red. She whispered, "Play along; she loves dirty talk when she gets this close."

I had to swallow the lump in my throat again.

"I know you've been looking," she stated loudly, huskily. "Every time. Every time you looked at my breasts, or my ass, I could tell. Even when I wasn't looking at you, I could just feel it. Feel your gaze on me like you'd reached out and touched me. Just grabbed me and rubbed me right where you were looking." She fixed me with what could only be described as a saucy glare and growled, "Well, maybe I'm tired of you just looking."

Her muzzle shot forward. Our mouth met, and her tongue immediately shot out and parted my lips. My tongue tried to return the favor, but her pony tongue was too long, broad, and strong, and I found myself taken over by a coup, giving Bon Bon's tongue free reign of my mouth. All I could do was to push back, to press against her lips with as much force as I could muster.

Lyra rolled over again, now propping herself up against the back of the bench and lifting her hips above the seat. "Yes…! That's it…! Hyah! Ah! Ahn! Nn! Nn! Nn! Nn! Nnnnaaaaaauugh!" She looked for all the world like she was humping the bench, her pussy clenching around her fingers and dripping juices all over the pristine wood.

Her hips pumped over and over again for what had to be over a minute, her body twitching all the while. Bon Bon and I finally broke away from our sloppy kiss, saliva dripping from our mouths, and we watched her orgasm die out oh so gradually. "...Firecracker, huh?" I asked.

Bon Bon licked the saliva off her lips. "Mmhmm." She swallowed. Her eyes widened a little and she looked back at me. "You… You taste…" She gripped my chin and dove back in, her tongue going wild against my tongue and the sides of my mouth. She then pulled away, embarrassed, and turned around so that she was sitting with her ass on my crotch again.

Pretty sure I was staining my jeans with my pre at this point.

Lyra finally came down from her intense orgasm with a long, happy sigh. Her horn glowed green, and the liquids she'd spilled on herself and the bench seemed to evaporate. "Haaaah… Thank Luna for stain-removal spells." She closed up her pants and sat back down, her expression soft and pleased. She looked over at me and said, "Thanks for letting me do that. That was awesome."

"N-No problem," I said with as much steadiness as I could summon at this point.

Bon Bon huffed. "Now I'm worked up. If it was okay for me to do it…" - Wait, it wasn't all of a sudden? Not for her? - "...I'd probably cool off too. But I'll wait." Even though her back was to me, I could see her smile a little. "Tends to be stronger when I've waited for it."

Lyra nodded. "What… about you, Pascal? You can knock one out here, if you like."

But I shook my head. If I started now, after a show like that, I might not be able to stop. Had to pace myself. "I think Bon's got the right idea."

Bon Bon glanced back at me. "Only friends call me Bon or Bons or Bonnie." She paused, considering me for a moment. "But I guess we're friends now."

"I hope so, after that," I quipped.

We all had a laugh at that. Lyra and Bon Bon stuck around for a while longer, but Bon Bon had to go back to work and Lyra had some other friends she was meeting later. Eventually, they got up and politely leaved, thanking me for the pleasant time.

My cock twitched in protest as they left, but I paid it no heed. I was content. I was in a good mood. And I didn't have to masturbate then and there to feel better, for once.

Overall, I was feeling very much The Man. Or at least a lucky son of a bitch.