//------------------------------// // The Masterful Seduction // Story: Fluttershy Seduces Discord // by GeekCat //------------------------------// Discord materialized outside the door of Fluttershy's quaint little cottage. He summoned a doorbell next to her door, and pressed the button to illicit the traditional chiming sound. He smirked and waited, wondering what his dear friend's reaction would be to his unusually usual method. After waiting about thirty seconds, his smile fell. He fidgeted and pressed the button again. After more time, he rolled the fur of his lion’s arm as though it were a sleeve to reveal, strapped to his arm, a digital watch, tiny wall calendar, and sundial. Checking them, he knew he had the right time, that it was actually Tuesday, and that he hadn’t ended up in the wrong year again. Filled with curiosity, he pressed against the door, cupping his ear to the wood. He couldn't hear any odd sounds, which was odd in itself. There was always some chatter of animals, the sounds of them moving and eating and talking. He couldn’t even hear the sound of hoofsteps. He was about ready to charge in, fearing the worst from the silence, when he heard a her faint sound-the sound of pages turning. When it stopped, he tensed up, mentally building his magic up to face whatever happened. What he was not expecting to face was Fluttershy calling out, “Come in. The doors open,” slowly, in a soft, low voice. Discord straightened up, magiced away the doorbell, and slowly opened the door. It was dim inside, which was not normal for Fluttershy's house-she liked to leave curtains open, to let in as much sunlight as possible. He summoned up a neon orange safari hat and purple rubber machete, ready to venture into unknown territory. Steeping in, he practically leapt as he stepped on something. Looking down, he saw only a trail of roses petals, and told himself he was being paranoid. Still, he decided to float instead of walk as he followed the trail. It led to the area where they had their Tuesday Tea. The area looked almost normal, and the tea set was already out. But the curtains were drawn, and there were two tall candles burning to the sides of the tea set. The furniture had been moved, too-Fluttershy’s chair was now directly across from the couch, with the table in between them. But most confusing of all, there was no Fluttershy. Discord had a seat on the couch, looking around the room for any traces of intruders or odd magic. “Fluttershy?” He called, “If now's a bad time, I can come back-" he stopped at the sound of hoofsteps from the kitchen door. He swiveled his head, his fingers ready to snap so he could defend himself. But his hand and mouth dropped at what he saw. Fluttershy had come out of the kitchen, giving him a coy smile, walking slowly towards her chair. Wearing a thin, red, lacy dress. Discord was wrapping his head around this. Fluttershy did not wear thin, exposing dresses. She either wore a sufficiently covering clothing articles on rare occasions, or she went without clothes altogether. As she came closer, Discord noticed the hot pink tie on the back of the dress, loosely done. When Fluttershy took her seat, he shook his head and spoke, “Flutters, everything seems…different today. Is it a special occasion? Some pony holiday I forgot?” She had given him a coy grin, and opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. After some considering for a few seconds, she said, “Hello Discord. How are you today?” in the same voice she had used earlier. “Um, I’m fine, Fluttershy, but are you okay? You seem…” He twirled his paw in the air, trying to think of a good word. “Different,” he landed on, not knowing what else he could say. Fluttershy titled at this, “Different how?” She leaned closer, letting one sleeve of the dress slip lower on her shoulder. “Well…the rose petals. I mean, I know I walked right into the wall that one time, but I had my eyes in the wrong sockets that day! I don’t need the red petal road to find the table,” he babbled. Fluttershy blinked, then seemed to think for a second before purring, “I just thought it would make a nice touch… and don’t you like different?” Discord huffed, “I like odd, not different. Odd can be different, but different isn’t always odd, and all of this is different and odd but I don’t like it!” He crossed his arms in a pouting way. Fluttershy’s face was blank. “You…don’t like the petals?” Discord's irritation melted at how upset her voice sounded. “Well… I’m not the biggest fan, but I don’t really mind…” Fluttershy gave one of her bright smiles-the ones that made his heart race, and led to him smiling right back. She seemed to catch herself, though, and quickly changed it to a coy smile, and Discord went back to nervous fidgeting. “So,” Fluttershy asked, “what do you think of my dress?” She opened her hooves to show it of, shrugging her shoulder, making the sleeve slip more. “It’s…interesting,” decided Discord, who felt uncomfortable with the question. She leaned in closer, letting the front slide down a bit. “And what do you find interesting about it?” She asked in an even lower voice. Discord’s mind went blank, and he grasped for a topic. “Tea!” he declared, making Fluttershy jump back. “Tea and nibblies sound very good right now thank you Fluttershy I’ll pour some wait, where’s the sandwiches?” In his babbling, Discord noticed that there was no plate of sandwiches or cookies or any other tasty treat Fluttershy would make. There was only the kettle and two cups. And looking closer…was that pink hearts on this tea set? “Oh, I-I didn’t make any today,” Fluttershy said, in her normal voice, not that low sounding thing. It was music to Discord's ears. “Rarity said that-" She covered her mouth with a hoof, looking guilty. Before he could ask what was wrong, she said in that low voice, “I can look in the kitchen and find something for us, okay?” She hurried off before he could reply. Discord watched her in confusion. Something was going on here. Something odd, something he didn’t like. He wanted answers, and whatever was happening in the kitchen might give them. So he took out his left eyeball and rolled it through the kitchen door. It was dark in here too. Fluttershy had apparently drawn all the curtains, or at least most. But within a second his eye had adjusted to the dark, and could see the room as well he could with it lit. The eye swiveled around, and rolled forward to hide itself behind a table leg. Peeking out, he could see Fluttershy sitting at the kitchen table flipping through a stack of papers, looking worried about something. Every few turns, she would stop to scratch at where the dress was brushing against her body. Discord knew the answer to all of today’s weirdness must have been in those papers. He was about ready to sprout wings on his eyeball, to fly and read over her shoulder, when Fluttershy got up and headed to the snack cupboard. Not wanting to get in trouble for spying, his eye shot out of the kitchen and into his waiting paw, and he jammed it forcefully back into his eye socket. Fluttershy came back from the kitchen, holding a plate of cookies. But once again, something was wrong…everything had become murky and blurry! Discord blinked, but the murkiness stayed. Fluttershy set the plate on the table, looked at Discord, and did a double take. “Discord, what happened to your eye!?,” she said in a paniced voice. Realizing the problem, Discord turned his head away and removed his eye again. He confirmed that yes, he had stuck it in backwards in his haste. Taking a cloth and giving it a quick shine, he made sure to reinsert it correctly this time before turning back to Fluttershy. “Nothing's wrong!” he said cheerfully. Fluttershy gave a small sigh of relief, then nudged the plate of cookies towards him-ginger snaps. “Fank fyou,” he said, already filing his mouth with the cookies. She smiled and giggled, before saying in that odd voice, “Is there anything…else you want?,” said as she ran her tongue across her lips. Discord looked up from the cookies to Fluttershy's face. He noticed now she was wearing makeup- pink lip gloss, light green eyeshadow, and mascara. He wondered why she would wear makeup, and why he hadn’t noticed until just now. He then noticed a second thing- Their faces were inches apart, and Fluttershy was slowly moving closer. With a sudden realization, Discord reared back, his hackles raised and his face red. Fluttershy, startled, was unable to stop her forward momentum and fell against the table, her chin smashing painfully against it. Discord, with knowledge of chaos, clichés, and tropes, could sense the effect of this, and reacted in a split second. As soon as Fluttershy felt her chin connect with the wood, she felt herself being pulled away by Discord's lion arm. A second after her head came from the table, the candles fell over, right where her head just was. While wood and fire could have meant tragedy, there was never a chance for it. As soon as Fluttershy was safe, Discord (gently) dropped her in a heap on the floor, and summoned a fire extinguisher, spaying foam with wild abandon. A large pile of foam stood where the table was, seeping into the carpet and floorboards. With a wave of his claw, the foam squished itself into an apple-sized ball and flew into Discord's claw. He turned to Fluttershy, holding out his paw to help her up. “Are you alright?” She nodded, rubbing her chin as she got back onto her hooves. The dress was threatening to slip totally off of her, as the tie on the back had been loosened. She looked at the table to assess the damage. Discord had been quick-there were no scorch marks on the table. There was, however, some sticky foam residue covering the candles, cookies, and tea set. “I'll just take these to the kitchen,” she said as she piled the items in her forehooves, “and I’ll brew us another pot of tea, okay?” She brushed against him as she stood back up, which would have been more inconspicuous if she hadn't had to lean about three inches to do so. Discord nodded dumbly, collapsing on the couch as she sashayed towards the kitchen, allowing the dress to slip further, almost coming untied. But Discord couldn’t focus on this, as he was processing the realization he had just come to. Fluttershy was trying to flirt with him.