With his sadistically charming smile, the stallion gently brushed Fluttershy’s hair behind her ear and softly stroked her cheek. He then tenderly lifted her chin.
Fluttershy gave a weak moan as she strained to keep her eyes open, but she was quickly losing the battle. She couldn't even gather the strength to spit on him, and she so wanted to.
“And to think, in another timeline, I would've been considered one of your ‘real friends.’ Who am I kidding? From the moment I laid eyes on you, I would have even asked you to be my fiance. Too bad that’s all in the past. No hard feelings really, I just took into account that if I only went after Twilight, you and the gang would have banded together and defeated me before I got my chance to shine. But the way I see it, this is proof that I am superior to her and you in every way, succeeding where all those other fools had failed. Oh, they will be talking about this for generations.”
Without warning, the stallion pulled Fluttershy into an embrace. His hooves felt like they were slithering under her skin. In response, her muscle memory tensed as it would if cold, wet, slimy tentacles were wrapping around her body.
Hearing Fluttershy rapidly breathing uneven breaths, the stallion started softly shushing her and stroking her main. “You’re okay, this isn’t hurting you. You do understand me after all, right? Seeing as how you spend a lot of time alone.” Her breathing did calm down but that didn’t mean she was any less horrified about being this close to this embodiment of a nightmare. “For so long, that's how I’ve felt. I'm tired of being nothing and considered less than an afterthought, but right now with you, I feel complete.”
A muffled boom sounded in the distance making the stallion’s smile just a bit wider and much more sinister.
“And it sounds like Twilight... is history.”
Fluttershy did the only thing she could do and closed her eyes. That was moments before she felt his lips press against hers. She had never been so terrified in her life, but her body was too weak to even shake. There was no hope of preventing him from doing whatever he wanted to her. And after what he had just said, the things that came to mind were anything but pleasant.
He eventually pulled away, then maneuvered to Fluttershy’s side. “I know what you’re thinking, but don’t worry yourself. True, I may be a vengeful murderer merely seeking much-deserved attention, but even I wouldn’t stoop to that.” The stallion actually seemed to retch at having to even allude to the act, offering her a single look of pity.
The stallion nuzzled her, sliding his hoof to her cheek, causing it to pull against her throat, slightly tilting her head to the side. He then sniffed her mane before whispering into her ear. “Sweet dreams, my little angel. You’ll be with all your ‘real friends’ soon enough.”
“Pardon my intrusion, but I wouldn’t happen to be interrupting a heartfelt reunion. Am I?” That last sentence was dripping with malice, despite its friendly first impression.
Fluttershy knew that voice. Hearing it gave her all the strength she was looking for to open her eyes.
The very moment her gaze fell on Discord, her vision blurred, her eyes welling up as tears gushed down her cheeks. Fluttershy felt boundless relief as she unconsciously made soft sobbing noises.
She wanted to do more than that, though. Fluttershy wanted to rush over and use her shining beacon of hope as a shield to put between herself and the monster currently having his way with her. Yet despite her deepest desires for this nightmare to end, Fluttershy’s immobilized limbs refused to comply.
“Not at all. I was just leaving,” the stallion calmly responded, the smug smile still plastered on his face. “As you can see, she is rather gah— tired. The poor thing.” He was promptly interrupted by talons wrapping themselves around his throat multiple times and digging deep into his flesh before the tips turned into hissing venomous snakeheads.
“Oh hello, what might your names be?” The stallion struggled to say with a joyous smile.
“Don’t play games with me, punk. Now tell me what you’re doing to her!”
“Boop.” The stallion poked Discord on the nose and coughed up a chuckle like a crazed lunatic.
The world turned red. Discord morphed into a cartoonish-looking monster, speckled with white accents deep within his black exterior and blood-red eyes.
“Ooh, you look mad. Are you having one of those days?”
The stallion’s bravado lessened as Discord’s greatly enlarged lion paw clamped hard around his entire body, the arm bulging with angry muscles that could snap a full-grown tree with ease.
“If you don’t tell me everything, I will sprout fungus from your eyeballs and cram you in a straight jacket made out of your own hide!” Discord shouted, fracturing the very fabric of reality.
Choking the words past the strangulation, the stallion managed to speak out. “I haven’t hurt a hair on her head. Believe me. If that were my intention, I would have done this.”
There was the snapping sound of bone as Fluttershy’s head was twisted violently by his magic, her limp body falling to the floor like a bag of potatoes.
“See? That’s a big difference, isn’t it?”
With a huff of pure fury, black flames escaping his nostrils, Discord stared directly into the stallion's soul, through his very existence, past the cosmos of the infinite universe and… right over my shoulder?
“Oh, now this is interesting, Mr. Narrator.”
Discord. No spoilers.
Discord, what are you— Don't touch the script! Hey! Give it back!
“Give me one reason why I should.”
You realize all I have to do is say the words, and you will have no choice but to comply.
Discord pondered the words I said and decided to hand the manuscript back to me…
And he handed it back to me…
Against his own will, Discord's body moved to hand back what he…
“Will you put a sock in it?!”
Why isn’t this working? It usually does.
“Hmmm. That’s quite sneaky and underhanded, I have to admit, having him be a mere clone of the mirror pond. I could have all manner of fun with him, and yet it would matter so little in the grand scheme of things. That would have ruined my plan to turn him into my very own mobile, tossed salad garden or make him immortal and unkillable for the price of his magic only to trap him in my realm.”
I said, no spoilers. Give me back my manuscript, Discord, now!
“Oh, yes, that would also allow him to attend the funeral. Handing out eternal sleep flowers for everyone ‘to pay his respects.’ And please. I was to die with Sunshine, Moony, Twilight’s brother, and his family during the procession by a spinning chandelier built with anti-magic crossbow-bolts firing explosives!? Probably would have fallen for that, too, except you forgot one minor detail.
And….what’s that?
“I'm Discord, the Lord of Chaos!”
Whoa, easy. Calm down. I’m just the narrator. Ever heard of ‘don’t shoot the messenger’? ...wait. No, Discord! That was a figure of speech, don't shoot me! Plea-!
“I’ll do you one better. ‘I don’t care!’ I am the narrator now, and I will certainly not let…
“Huh, I guess he never did have a name. More power to me! From now on, he will be known as Brainless Paramecium. Now, time to alter the outcome in my favor.
“I sat down at the desk of the late narrator and licked my talon, causing it to spark like flint on steel. A feather erupted out the top of my talon as I rewrote the fate of Brainless Paramecium.”