Anger Management
If there was one thing that Discord couldn't stand, it was a bully.
Manipulating and infuriating ponies was one thing, something Discord himself was quite proficient in. That was different. That was funny, not mean-spirited, and he would never, ever let his hijinx hurt anypony (well, not anymore, at least). Discord may have been a sneaky, mischievous, irritating troublemaker, but he wasn’t cruel by any stretch of the imagination. He always felt that his antics were all in good humor and fun, even if he was the only one to appreciate the joke.
That’s why, when Fluttershy had told him the story of when she met Gilda the Griffon, he was absolutely livid.
It didn’t matter to him that Fluttershy assured him that she was okay, nor did it matter to him that this had happened ages ago. It didn’t matter to him that Fluttershy hadn’t even heard from Gilda since, and was unlikely to ever cross paths with her again. The only thing that concerned Discord at that point was the fact that his friend had been wronged, and that just wouldn’t do. There was nothing he desired more than to find this griffon, give her a piece of his mind, make her regret ever being rude to his dear friend. Unfortunately, tracking down one single griffon with only a name and a vague description of her appearance was impossible.
Fortunately, Discord is the God of Chaos, and “impossible” was what he specialized in.
Gilda was a rather unpleasant person, even as far as griffons went.
Any small inconvenience or slight against her, intentional or not, was met with ferocity, ruthlessness, and anger. A lot of anger. It was part of her very make-up, in her blood to be a nasty, vicious, volatile soul. She didn’t try to hide from it, instead, she wore her shortcomings with pride. As far as Gilda was concerned, all of the traits that made her a bad pony were the same traits that made her a damn good griffon. So she never backed down, never apologized, and never showed an ounce of mercy.
So one could only imagine how she would react when someone seemingly went out of their way to trip her in the streets.
“What the hell?!” Gilda let out a torrent of swears as she nearly tipped over, some unseen body slamming into her from behind as she walked the desolate streets of Griffonstone. Just barely, Gilda managed to catch herself and remain upright, her blood boiling with fury. Someone, a pony of all things, briskly made their way past her, stopping just a few feet in front of Gilda. “Hey, asshole! Watch it!”
The pony, a greyish unicorn with a dusty, windy alabaster mane, turned to face Gilda. His crimson eyes glinted with mischief, and he gave the griffon a wink before running off. Gilda let out a snarl and took off after her assailant. She shouted at the stallion, which had minimal success in getting him to stop. In fact, he only ran faster, taking a sharp left down an alley. Gilda’s scowl curled into a grin, and she quickly pursued her prey down the alley, to what was inevitably a dead end.
“Gotcha, dickhead.” Gilda slid to a stop at the entrance to the alley, glaring down at the pony with enough burning wrath to ignite flames. To her extreme annoyance, the pony did little more than laugh at her as she approached. “You obviously ain’t all that smart, so let me fill you in on what’s gonna happen next. I’m gonna walk down there and kick your teeth in until you learn some manners, and then…” Gilda stopped, absolutely bewildered by the sight before her; somehow, the pony had produced a book (where he was keeping it, Gilda could only guess), and had his nose buried in its pages. Another surge of anger filled Gilda’s being, sending her blood to the point of boiling. “Hey! Can’t you see I’m talking to you?! If you think you can just show up in Griffonstone, fuck with some griffons and get away with it, then you’re even dumber than you look!”
“Hm? Oh, sorry, were you talking?” The pony yawned, turning the page of his book. “You’ll have to forgive me, I’m a bit distracted…”
“The only thing that’s gonna be distracting is when I knock you on your ass! You understand me?” Gilda felt her claws scratch through the dirt as she approached the soon to be battered and bruised pony at the end of the alley. “Who the hell do you think you are, dweeb? I’m gonna—”
“Gilda, dear, please save me the theatrics,” said the pony with another disinterested yawn. He tossed his book to the side and grinned, flaring his snaggletooth impishly. “There’s only room in this alleyway for one over the top, prima donna drama queen, and it’s going to be me.”
“Wha…? How do you know my name?” demanded Gilda. “You been stalking me?!”
“Don’t flatter yourself, dear, you’re not interesting enough to stalk. You don’t really have much going on in your day to day, do you?” The pony approached, apparently unphased by the ferocious griffon before him. “Is that why you’re so angry, hm? Because your existence is so… Boring? You’re going nowhere, so you let your anger take hold and you drum up some excitement because you don’t know what you’d do otherwise. Am I right or am I right?”
“Listen here, asshole, you don’t know me, and—”
“But I do know you, Gilda. I know you well enough to know that you’d chase after me,” mused the pony. “I know you well enough to know that you’d be stupid enough to follow me down this alley.”
“I’m not the stupid one, dweeb,” snarled Gilda. “You’re the one who came to a city like Griffonstone and cornered yourself. Now, there’s no escaping this ass-kicking. Nothing keeping me from getting my claws on you.”
“True. But, the same goes the other way ‘round, my dear. Oh, and you know what else I knew about you, Gilda?” The pony turned, gesturing to the walls around them, his voice heavy with laughter. “I knew you’d be too angry to realize what a terrible mistake it was to follow me here.”
Gilda opened her mouth to retort, freezing when reality finally caught up to her. This wasn’t right. Things were too quiet, there should be the noise of other griffons in the nearby houses, even on the streets. Someone should’ve heard the two going back and forth, come to get their claws dirty in the approaching fight. Gilda turned, looking back to where she came, and gaped her beak in shock; The street she had left to enter this alley was gone, replaced with a swirling, blackish-purplish void. As she turned back, she noticed that the buildings that made up the alleyway had also been consumed by this strange nebulous reality. Most unsettling, however, was what stood in place of the pony she had followed.
“Oh, hello.” Discord stretched out his long, spindly, serpentine body until his back popped with an audible crack. He did the same for his neck, and then finally folded his mismatched paw and claw together to crack his knuckles. “Oh, I just don’t know how you tiny pony-shaped creatures live like that! It’s so cramped…”
“What the fuck are you supposed to be?” said Gilda, although she lacked much of her former sharpness, tinges of fear creeping into her voice. This was an unsavory position, to say the absolute least. She wasn’t sure how she would get out of this sticky spot, but Gilda knew that her plan would start with shredding this clown to bits.
“I am Discord, God of Chaos, The Master of Mischief, The Baron of Bedlam, The Prince of Pandemonium!” Discord bowed dramatically, suddenly flanked by erupting plumes of sparks from a pair of inexplicable pyrotechnic machines. “I also do stand-up on weekends. But, as far as you’re concerned… Well, you can elect to consider me your anger management coach!”
“What the fuck are you even talking about, you spaz?” Gilda let out an angry, animalistic snarl before pouncing at Discord. To her annoyance, her claws caught nothing but a puff of smoke, with her target manifesting just behind her. “So that’s how you’re gonna play, huh? Too scared to fight, so you’re gonna use your bullshit magic to—”
Gilda let out a hacking cough, the rest of her tirade stolen away by the sudden grasp of Discord’s claw around her throat. With very little effort, he raised Gilda off of the ground, grinning madly as she kicked and flailed. Gilda clawed at Discord’s arm, doing little more than amusing him.
“Really, is that all you’ve got?” laughed Discord. He held his claw in place with his paw and, with a cartoonish pop, he pulled his body free from the arm. He strolled around the griffon, still held in the air by his own floating arm, giving her a cursory once-over before returning to his arm and reattaching himself. “With all that anger, I would’ve thought you’d have more fire behind it. Fluttershy certainly made you sound much, much scarier.”
“What?! That stupid pony bitch sent you after me?!” Gilda fumed at the very idea that she was in this spot all because of that cowardly, sniveling, weak pegasus from Ponyville. “I haven’t even seen her for months!”
“Doesn’t matter. The point is, you’ve wronged my friend, and I’m not going to let you get away with that. And, judging by the fact that you’re still not begging for mercy, I can only assume that you don’t understand the gravity of the situation.” Discord tightened his grip on Gilda’s throat for a moment before tossing her down to the ground. “How do I get this through that thick skull of yours…?”
Before Gilda could push herself upright, she felt a weight against the side of her head, pinning her to the ground. She struggled under Discord’s body, squirming beneath his powerful grasp. Gilda just couldn’t free herself, only able to make out flashes of movement out of the corner of her eye. She could make out parts of Discord’s lower half, and, when her gaze fell between his legs, she doubled her efforts in her attempts to escape.
“I think I’ve figured out the how, now it’s just a matter of with what?” mused Discord, scratching his chin with his off-hand. Between his legs was the thick, hard, throbbing grey shaft not unlike that of a pony stallion. “Hm… No, the horse dong is too boring. I can do better…”
Discord snapped his fingers, and his member had changed, becoming red in color. It had a sharper, more pointed head than a stallion’s dick, and it was covered in firm, rigged, gently curving scales. At the base of his length was a bulb of flesh, pulsing slightly and radiating heat. Discord hummed slightly, looking his new tool over before giving a nod to himself and moving forward.
“Get the fuck away from me, you asshole!” snarled Gilda. “If that thing even comes close to my box, I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Trust me, it’s not going anywhere near there.”
“Then, what? You think you can make me blow you? Keep dreaming, pal, I’ll rip your—”
“Shut up, you brainless little bird. It’s not going into your beak, either,” said Discord with a devious cackle. “Just try to relax, will you? Not that it will make much difference, just might make you feel better.”
Before Gilda could work out exactly what Discord meant, he brought his hips downward, tracing the tight entrance of her ear canal with the pointed tip of his draconic cock. A wave of horror passed over her, followed by a tight, tearing pain as Discord entered her ear with his shaft. Slowly, he slid deeper and deeper in, groaning at the hot, wet, snug tunnel and laughing at Gilda’s pained, dazed yelps.
“Nice and tight, and yet still plenty of room to move around,” snickered Discord, bucking his hips forward and slamming hard into Gilda’s skull. He knocked on her forehead, amused at the hollow thunk that answered. “Not much going on in there, huh? No matter, my dear. I’ll be sure to fill that empty little head of yours up by the time we’re through!”
Gilda's hindleg twitched and kicked as her ear was violently stretched, the thick, hard length of Discord's cock invading her skull and pounding her brain. She couldn’t move, could barely think, the only thing clear in her mind being the bizarre, almost indescribable pain. The way Discord’s cock pierced her head was absolutely uncanny; It clearly couldn’t fit, and yet it did, just barely. Gilda could feel Discord’s hot, pulsating flesh against her skull, the sharp point poking at her brain and sending shockwaves of agony down her spine.
“Oh, what’s wrong, Gilda? Don’t have anything else to say?” Discord laughed, relishing in the wet tightness swallowing his cock up. He could feel the blood coating his shaft, as well as the soft, squishy, spongy surface of Gilda’s brain with every thrust. “Not so fun to be the one picked on and terrorized, is it?”
“Baaaaaah…” Gilda couldn’t muster much more than that, her thoughts thoroughly scrambled by the hard, violent skullfucking she was receiving. Her eye twitched as her body tried feebly to fight, to escape Discord’s grasp. Sensing that spark of life in his victim, Discord made it his business to stamp that spark out.
He grabbed a clawful of Gilda’s ivory crest feathers, holding her firmly in place as he increased his pace. Discord pistoned his hips forward as deep as he could go, until he felt his knot slam against the side of Gilda’s head, then slowly pulled back until just the sharp tip of his bloody cock remained in her ear. Curiously, Discord leaned in over himself, bending and stretching and twisting effortlessly until he was able to look her at Gilda directly. Though he was looking her in the eye, it wasn’t clear whether or not Gilda could actually see her attacker, her normally sharp, golden-eyed glare reduced to nothing more than a glazed, vacant, empty stare. Tears silently ran down her face, mingling with the trickle of blood that dripped from her nose. Discord saw her tears and laughed, wiping the moisture away from her face with her thumb before rocketing his hips forward faster, deeper, harder than before.
“The brave, proud griffon Gilda, reduced to tears? Say it ain’t so!” Discord cackled, punctuating every word with a harsh, unforgiving introduction of his hips to the side of Gilda’s head. “This is how she felt, you know? This fear, this hopelessness, this absolute dread and despair, this is how you made my friend feel!”
Currently, the only thing Gilda could feel was splitting, ceaseless, rippling pain throughout her skull. Discord’s cock seemed to grow longer and thicker with each thrust, eventually piercing through her brain entirely, punching holes in her grey matter with his length. She couldn’t make sense of what was happening around her, how much longer she would have to suffer, or even how she was still alive.
“Oh, no dying for you, Ms. Griffon,” said Discord, as if able to read her thoughts. If there were even any more thoughts to read. “Not until I’m finished… You know, full disclosure, I’m enjoying this a lot more than I probably should be. I suppose I should admit that I’m not doing this just to defend Fluttershy’s honor.”
Discord slipped his finger into Gilda’s mouth, hooking her by her upper beak and holding her steady while he pounded what remained of her brain to soup. Her entire body swayed slightly as Discord’s scaly dick absolutely shredded the inside of her skull. Chunks of bloody brain leaked from Gilda’s ear, each chunk of matter that dripped down followed by a breathy yelp and a pained leg twitch.
“I probably would have done this anyway. It’s been so long since I got to fuck somepony’s brains out. Literally!” Discord grit his teeth, tightening his grip on Gilda’s head as he pounded her deeply, sliding into the home stretch. “But… This was a convenient excuse. Not that it matters. Nopony is likely to care about what happens to such a nasty little bird, and that’s if they even believe you. I mean, my dick is tunneling through your brain right now! This is absolutely ridiculous!”
Discord let out a groan as he hilted himself in Gilda’s skull, pushing the fat growth of his knot into her head with a wet, slick pop!. Through all the pain clouding her mind, Gilda could feel the pulsing and throbbing of Discord’s cock, followed by the bursts of thick, hot, sticky cum into her skull. Her body spasmed, with what remained of her brain coated by the generous loads in short order. Cum poured from Gilda’s nose, even her eyes, mingling with her tears and blood. Out of the other ear, where the tip of Discord’s shaft was just barely poking out, was a chunky pink slurry of blood, brains, bits of bones, and cum.
“Well, that was beyond cathartic,” sighed Discord, clearly satisfied with himself. He pulled his hips back, painfully yanking his knot free of Gilda’s head and letting another stream of cum ooze from the gaped, stretched, ruined hole. He watched as Gilda kicked and twitched for a bit before going still, save for her slow, ragged, shallow breathing. “Huh. You really didn’t die, huh? Really wasn’t expecting that, honestly.” He scratched his chin for a moment before giving a noncommittal shrug. “Eh. What can you do? If you’re still kicking after all of that, I’m sure you’ll be fine when I return you to your slice of existence.”
Discord snapped his fingers, and suddenly the strange black void they formerly resided in dissipated, and the two were back in the dark, dirty Griffonstone alleyway. Discord stretched before spinning on the spot, returning to his boring, unassuming unicorn form. He trotted around Gilda’s forlorn body, prodding her with a curious hoof.
“Well, you’ve certainly calmed down, so I’m going to call this little anger management session of ours a success!” said Discord. He finally let his grin fall, scowling as he leaned in close to Gilda’s face. “It would behoove you to be nicer to ponies moving forward. Particularly ponies with literal gods as friends. If not, I will gladly make our sessions more regular. Am I understood, Ms. Griffon?”
Gilda didn’t say much, unable of coherent speech, but Discord seemed satisfied enough that his message was received. He grinned and gave his new griffon friend a little wink before vanishing in a flash of gold light, leaving Gilda on the ground to suffer for her misdeeds and to take his “teachings” to heart.
Discord couldn’t stand a bully, and now he was sure that there were one fewer bully in Equestria.