Thirty-ish Minute Pony Stories

by Abecedarian


Cuteness Proximity (Prompt 547 Prompt #3)

TMP Prompt #547 - "Filly Fantasy"

The prompt: Discord's lab
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“If I had a mind to, I could turn you into a bright blue cockroach that sang arias from operas yet to be written. I could turn you into a potted plant that exclusively ate little creatures like you, and could you call it cannibalism, then? Or a telephone that only dialed wrong numbers. You don’t even know what a telephone is, do you? I know things that will never be.”

He grinned.

“I have toppled nations, driven every single soul within them mad and sustained those poor screaming souls for thousands of years after their insanity would kill them off otherwise. I left one sane person behind once, in a city of bedlam. She went crazy all on her own. It took almost a week.”

He spun in place.

“There are parts of Griffonheim where I am still worshipped as a god. A god! No, not of madness or chaos. I’m apparently the god of sundry items! Left-handed wrenches, and ceramic figurines, and all the things that you don’t really think about until you actually need or lose or notice them. ‘Oh, hey where’s my bottle of foot-scrubbing soap? I’ll just pray to Discord.’ I don’t know whether I’m charmed or irritated, but then I remember they made Celestia and Luna the trickster gods, and I end up laughing too much to care!”

He cackled.

“Oh, but I digress. That’s what I do, digress. That’s what I am. I am the digression from logic and sense and righteousness and reality. Reality! Pah! Reality is oversold! Unreality has so, so much more to offer.”

He raised his claws.

“Do you understand me, little one? Do you understand what I could do? No. No one could. I don’t even understand myself. In fact, I actively try not to understand myself on a constant basis. Sometimes I have to lose myself and start over! Harder than you think, you know. You don't know. Anyway, the gist is: Fear me. Respect me. Love me and despair. For I could wipe you from existence in a heartbeat and forget you as if you had never existed in another. No, I could make the universe forget you. I could! Easily. You got me?“

The puppy squirmed in his grip and licked his nose.

“Good. Just so we’re clear on that.”