> A Touch of Chaos
>  by Some Leech
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> A Hands-On Approach
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“Small, adorable, fuzzy, and fast,” Discord repeated, squinting up at one of the surrounding trees. “I presume this winterchilla isn’t a squirrel…”

Shivering in her coat, Dash rolled her eyes. “I’m p...p...pretty sure she wouldn’t have us s...s...stomping around in the woods for a squirrel,” she groused, securing the hood over her head.

As if traipsing about in the forest on a wild goose chase wasn’t bad enough, doing so in the dead of winter, with Discord no less, was not her idea of a good time. With Hearth’s Warming just around the corner, she’d hoped they’d locate the illusive and supposedly real creature for their friend; unfortunately, after several hours of searching in the biting cold, they’d only found snow, a few typical woodland creatures, and more snow.

“Why couldn’t we find this thing when it’s not freezing outside,” she griped, momentarily pausing to rub her forehooves together.

Quirking a single, bushy brow, Discord peered down at the jittering mare. “Maybe we’d find it faster if you flew.”

“And maybe you could just use your magic to get us a winterchilla!” she countered, leering up at him.

Holding a clawed hand to his chest, as if stricken, the draconequus recoiled. “Dash, how could you, you know I can’t do that! I don’t even know what a winterchilla looks like, so how in the world am I supposed to summon one?”

Squinting in consternation, not buying his flimsy excuse for a second, she only just stopped herself from arguing. Discussing the limitations of his nigh-omnipotent might wouldn’t do anything but prolong their search - something she’d rather not do, given how nippy it was outside. Turning away, peeking at a snow-covered lot, she trudged forward.

“But,” he announced, “perhaps I could do something else to help…”

She paused, turning her head and peering back at him. “Oh yeah, like what?”

“Considering you seem a bit chilly, perhaps I could warm you up?” he inquired, smiling over at her.

Something about his tone and snaggletoothed smirk seemed off, leaving her to wonder what he was up to. As far as she could tell, his abilities were boundless, or close enough to it to count, so even if he couldn’t sorcerously materialize their quarry, he might just be able to help her out. Reluctantly turning to face him, hoping she wasn’t about to regret her decision, her shoulders slumped.

“How?” she sighed.

Lifting his paw, he ominously pressed a finger to his thumb. “Like this…”

Before Dash could ask exactly what he was planning, he snapped. She stumbled back, blinded by a brilliant flash, and blinked rapidly. “What the heck did you do?!”

Strutting up beside her, he leaned over and fondly patted her shoulder. “I just thought I’d warm you up a bit.”

“What’s that supposed to…” she trailed off, as a feeling of warmth welled up within her.

As unbelievable as it was, the chaotic deity seemed to have actually done something useful for a change! Carefully inspecting herself, looking for any signs of overt magical meddling, she only found the same fluffy coat she’d left town in. Despite having felt chilled mere moments ago, she actually became quite comfortable - no, more than comfortable; she even became a bit stifled by the warm garment!

Steadily unzipping her attire, she discovered that the glacial air was much more bearable than it had any right to be. Whatever eldritch witchcraft he’d cooked had definitely done the trick, reducing winter’s bite to something more akin to a spring breeze. Peeking up at him, feeling foolish for doubting his offer, she sheepish grinned.

“Thanks…” she murmured.

Dismissively waving his hand, he gave a small bow. “Please, think nothing of it. What’s a little heat between friends.”

Though his phrasing struck her as odd, the relief from the cold was well worth the sorcery he’d evoked. Continuing their search, leisurely stripping out of her coat, she draped the article over her back. It really was incredible, being able to trot through the snow with impunity, but she wasn’t about to complain - if anything, he may have helped a bit too much. Wiping her brow, feeling hotter than ever, her breath fogged the air.

Continuing in relative silence, with the draconequus plodding along behind her, she began to swelter. Bizarre though it was, what had started as a comforting warmth gradually grew to a sweltering, almost unbearable heat, but that wasn’t the only problem. Growing stronger by the second, the feverish feeling seemed to be afflicting some parts of her worse than others.

Blossoming within her abdomen, the sweltering sensation quickly spread to her loins. She tried to ignore the odd feeling at first, focusing on her hunt for Fluttershy’s would-be pet, but it was quite the trial. Adding to the mystery was the unprompted and somewhat disconcerting thoughts that flitted through her mind.

For whatever reason, images of athletic, hunky stallions assailed her. She hadn’t even been the slightest bit turned on, being virtually miserable mere moments ago, yet she suddenly found herself fixated by the lewd and wholly unwanted notion of having some alone time with a big, sweaty, muscular stud. With marehood aching, throbbing in tune with her pulse, it almost felt as if…

Wheeling around, seeing the slender chimera peering at her behind, she pursed her lips and clamped her tail over her rear. “Did you…?” she let the question hang, praying she was wrong.

“You were complaining about how cold it was, so I thought you could use a bit of heat,” he chuckled, flashing his fangs at her.

Dash’s jaw hung open in disbelief, as he confirmed her suspicions. In an all too literal sense, he’d magically induced her heat. All the signs were there, from the increased temperature, tender loins to the unsavory thoughts of virile broncos, and she was not thrilled in the slightest. Questing about in a forest for some mythical creature with a chaos deity was one thing, but doing so while in the throes of estrus was something else entirely.

“Could you fix this?” she growled.

Cocking his head, he confusedly squinted over at her. “Fix what?”

Glancing between him and her backside, knowing full well that he had to be screwing with her, her frown deepened. “Don’t make me say it…”

“Say what?” he naively inquired.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he snapped his fingers. Reflexively stepping away from him, realizing he was up to no good, something pressed against her lower abdomen. Craning her head, looking back at herself, she discovered all too late what he’d done. Wandering over her flank and under her belly were a trio of disembodied hands.

Finding herself groped by a number of floating appendages was both disconcerting and left her momentarily stunned. Silently watching them caress her, shivering slightly under their touch, she realized all too late what their true intention was. As a pair slipped beneath her, softly caressing her perky bosoms, the third crept to her rear.

“Young, healthy, and doubtlessly quite fertile, you seem like a healthy mare to me!” he chirped, seeing a blush creep into her cheeks.

“That’s not - Gah!” she gasped, as the hands on her breasts gingerly tweaked and twisted her nipples.

The sensation of having the sensitive buds of flesh played with was bad, but feeling the third hand moving towards her quickly moistening marehood was much worse. Unable to move, stricken by just how nice being felt up was, she trembled. While she was no stranger to having hooves touch her, this was totally different.

The slender fingers, soft and delicate, played over her flesh in an astonishing way. Her frustrated expression faltered, as blood rushed to her cheeks and loins. Sensing the hand on her rump cautiously moving towards her sex, a realization struck her. If she didn’t put an end to his lecherous torment, she may well find herself incapable of stopping him.

She certainly wasn’t pleased with all of the attention, yet her body didn’t mind it in the slightest. Acting of its own accord, seemingly rebelling against her, her nethers grew rosy, her teats were so sensitive that it almost hurt, and her clit winked in anticipation. Though it took everything she had, almost literally fighting against her urge to let the pesky and perverted hands continue accosting her, she made her move.

Leaping forward, she swatted and shook the mystical appendages from her frame. There was no way in Tartarus she’d let herself be played with, especially not by him, and she was about to let him know it. Pawing at the snow, with her coat abandoned behind her, she set her jaw and steeled her resolve.

“Quit goofing around and undo whatever wacky thing you did!” she barked, stomping a hoof.

“I’m sorry, Rainbow Dash, but that’s just not possible,” he solemnly intoned, waving his paw and causing the floating hands to dissipate. “Do you have any idea how difficult it would be to reverse a hormonal process?”

“No, but you have to be able to do something!” she lamented, growing exasperated with his games.

Thoughtfully rubbing his chin for a moment, then giving a little shrug, Discord reached for his groin. “If you insist.”

Materializing a zipper over his crotch, he opened the mystical fly. The sight of something so strange would have been unsettling enough, yet the frankensteinian creature immediately one-upped himself. A huge, slick length flopped into the cool air, steaming slightly, as it drooped towards the ground.

Without skipping a beat, grabbing and nonchalantly stroking himself off, he stepped towards the gobsmacked mare. “Turn around and get that pesky tail out of the way, if you want -”

“That’s not what I meant!” Dash blurted, as her sex hungrily seized at the sight of his tool.

Not only was his cock absolutely massive, rivaling even the biggest wieners she’d seen in dirty magazines, but the shape of it was out of this world. Bearing traits of a canine, pony, and dragon, his member was just as unique as the rest of him. Covered in violet flesh, from spear-like tip to bulbous root, the obscene appendage swelled and hardened in his grasp. As much as it pained her to admit it, she couldn’t help but wonder how good it would feel slipping into her.

Discord paused, continuing to squeeze and languidly jack himself off, as he petulantly turned his nose up. “The nerve - first I give you a bit of relief from the cold, then you snub me when I try to scratch that deliciously juicy itch you’ve developed! How very unappreciative!”

Only vaguely aware of what he’d said, utterly entranced by his equipment, Dash shook her head and attempted to dislodge the insidiously lustful notions from her mind. “Huh?”

“Dash, don’t act like you’re not curious - I mean, for goodness sake, you’re practically leaking,” he casually noted. Lifting a hand, sorcerously levitating her from the ground, he spun her around. “See?”

Finding herself hovering above the snow, she only then sensed a distinct coolness on her inner thigh. She’d known she was worked up, yet she’d failed to realize just how worked up she’d gotten. Lowering her head, peering down her torso, she noticed a bead of nectar drip from her nethers.

“Discord!” she bleated, squirming against her unseen bonds.

“Fine,” he huffed, lowering her back to the earth. “It’s your loss, really. Considering how much Fluttershy adores my amorous affection, I thought you would have been a bit more receptive to a bit of carnal chaos.”

“Wait wait wait,” she huffed, leveling a hoof at him. “So you and Fluttershy…”

“Did the horizontal-mambo? Formed the beast with two backs? Knocked boots? Yiffed? Of course we have!” he smugly responded.

The revelation that one of her best friends had reached home base with one of the most powerful creatures in Equestria and possibly all of existence was a bit of a shock, yet the thought sent an excited shiver up her spine. If the demure, soft-spoken pegasus had been brazen enough to do the deed with him, denying herself the privilege would make her a coward, right? Scrunching her snout, glancing at his infuriatingly tempting package, she licked her lips.

“So how about it,” he pressed, inching closer. “Want to sample what your friend has been enjoying?”

“I...I…” she stammered, unable to look away from his equipment.

She could have sworn that he hadn’t had a pair of big, fuzzy, ripe balls before, yet a pair of nearly orange size nuts rested beneath his length. Even without the hormones raging through her system, tickling the primal portions of her brain, she would have been hard pressed not to admire what he had to offer. Between his bizarre endowment, sinful promises, and the fact that he’d already bedded Fluttershy, if he could be believed, the promise of a promiscuous romp was almost irresistible - almost.

Forcing herself to glower up at him, she drew a shuddering breath. “Only if you promise not to tell a soul.”

“Dash, you cut me to the quick!” he lamented, feigning innocence. “I’ll do you one better, I’ll pinkie promise.”

Hesitantly spinning around, she braced her legs and flagged her tail. There wasn’t another living creature for miles, outside of the woodland critters they’d happened upon, so the chances of being caught were somewhere between slim and none. Even if he tried to tell anypony about what they were about to do, she could always deny it - after all, nopony would likely believe such an outlandish and scandalous story.

Her heart raced, she felt herself winking in anticipation, and she stared at the ground, as she heard him slowly walking up behind her. It wasn’t like she was one to cave to her impulses, outside of a single time in the Wonderbolts changing room, but that didn’t make her feel any less uneasy - well, uneasy and a bit aroused. As his hand caressed her sculpted rump, causing her to start, he snickered.

“What with all the exercise you do, I bet you’ve got one heck of a grip down here,” he mused, gliding the head of his cock betwixt her lower lips.

“S...shut up!” she sputtered, unable to suppress a shiver of delight.

Subconsciously rocking back, prodding her sex with the tip of his length, she gnawed her lip. Heat or not, it had been ages since she’d gotten any sort of intimate action, and the prospect of getting some from the lord of chaos itself, while shameful, was too good to pass up. His mismatched hands closed around her shoulders, securing his grip, as he amusedly hummed to himself.

“Just don’t blame me if you eventually come back for seconds,” he purred.

Opening her mouth to reply, having every intention of telling him off, Dash felt him steadily sink into her depths. Even though he was definitely on the larger side, between her sopping wet loins and his copious amounts of pre-cum, the intrusion was sublime. Steadying herself, as the ribbed underside of his shaft ground against her g-spot, she groaned.

“That good?” he quipped, continuing his sluggish plunge. “Fluttershy doesn’t normally start making noises until my knot is lovingly bumping against her.”

As much as Dash wanted to protest, the most she could manage was an incoherent whimper. Be darned if she could explain why he felt so darn good, but she had to presume it was a combination of the size and fantastic textures on his dick. Lightly clenching around him, savoring every insane inch of his glorious shaft, the immense root of his member eventually pressed against her entrance.

Pausing, giving her a moment to adjust to the not insubstantial girth, Discord leaned his serpentine body forward and brought his muzzle to the side of her head. “Shall we?” he softly inquired, waggling his eyebrows at her.

As badly as she wanted it, she clung to what little dignity she had left and kept her mouth shut. There was a very real chance that he’d tease her later about it, putting the knowledge that he’d toyed with and ultimately done unspeakable things with her into his ever-growing arsenal of taunts and jokes, so the last thing she needed to do was give him more ammo. Bucking back against him, momentarily setting him off balance, she let her actions speak for herself.

“Hmmph - rude!” he huffed, straightening up.

Steadying himself, apparently taking the hint, he leisurely began pumping his hips. The sensation of him working her open and worming into her depths had been amazing, hitting all the right spots, but the act of being plowed was downright heavenly - a departure from the norm, without a doubt, but heavenly nonetheless. Giving herself a minute to enjoy herself, getting his rhythm down, she gradually moved in tune with him.

As much as she hated to say it, the experience was far more pleasurable than she’d expected. Right then and there, to spare herself further indignation, she swore she’d never confess how wondrous his ministrations were. Unlike a stallion, who’d typically rest their weight atop her, the chimeric biped simply plowed her while standing - add to that the ridges along his shaft, how his hands caressed her upper back, and the way his balls slapped her clit, and she swiftly discovered just how capable of a lover he could be, but the best part was just how well-hung he was.

Somehow, as inexplicable as it was, he felt even bigger than he looked - heck, he wasn’t even hilted, yet the head of his cock kissed her cervix with each thrust. Relaxing on his thrusts, while squeezing his shaft on his withdrawals, she gave as good as she got - at least, that’s what she assumed. Hearing his haughty titter, sensing him shift ever so slightly, his face appeared beside her own.

“You know, I’m actually quite impressed!” he noted. “Fluttershy was positively gushing at this point!”

“Can’t you - Mmmph - be quiet for one minute?” she grunted, trying and failing to disrupt his banter with a rearward shove.

“Dear, sweet, Rainbow Dash, it would take much, much more to get me to pipe down,” he mirthfully whispered.

“Like what?” she huffed.

Stopping dead, putting their impromptu screwing to an abrupt halt, she scowled. She knew it was a bad idea to ask, but he’d momentarily piqued his curiosity. Being an ancient demigod, both older and more powerful than Celestia, the depths of his depravity may well rival his nearly limitless arcane might - that being said, he was dating one of the most painfully vanilla mares she knew. Forcing herself to remain still, she impatiently waited for him to continue.

“Seriously? You’re seriously going to wait for an answer?” he flatly muttered.

Her stuffed cunt involuntarily constricted, upset with the sudden change of pace, yet she didn’t budge. “Yeah, I am, you got a problem with that?”

Contorting around her, twisting his serpentine neck around at an impossible angle, a rictus grin split his muzzle. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes, I’m totally, one-hundred percent sure,” she grumbled.

“Well in that case…” he fell silent, bringing a hand into view.

Seeing his fingers pressed together, already dreading her brash decision, all she could do was haplessly watch him snap his digits. Once again, for the second time in less than an hour, he exerted his power, only this time was different; there was no light, no weird sensations, and nothing appeared different - that was, until she felt a tap on her opposite shoulder. Looking over, seeing a second draconequus saunter before her, her eyes widened in shock. Because of her own, foolish hubris, she was now facing two Discords.

“Ahem,” the original began, drawing her attention. “Since you asked, I always try to double the fun - isn’t that right?”

“Indubitably,” the clone responded, giving a curt nod.

“Secondly and more prudently,” the original continued, caressing her slack jaw, “I like my lovers a bit more snug.”

Recoiling at the slight, Dash’s lip curled. “Well excuse me! It’s not like I can - Gah!”

Her scathing diatribe was cut woefully short, as the cock lodged inside her ballooned in size. She couldn’t tell exactly how big his tool became, but it sure as heck felt like he’d gained an inch or two of length and girth. Her taut confines stretched incrementally wider, testing the very boundaries of what she could endure. Though it didn’t quite hurt, stopping just prior to the point of abject discomfort, the intensity of having her limitations tested left her speechless.

“Much better,” he sighed, grinding his gargantuan knot against her.

Still reeling from the additional mass filling her, with her knees threatening to buckle, she was only just able to remain on her hooves. The moment he resumed languidly railing her, her heart skipped a beat. She thought she’d experience what he had to offer, gradually warming to the sensations he afforded, but she’d been dead wrong.

Abandoning any and all attempts to seize the initiative, she allowed him to take the lead - still, try as she might, she couldn’t ignore either of the draconequui. While the clone loomed over her, leisurely jacking off to the pornographic display, the original snaked his head around and faced her directly. Petulantly averting her gaze, unwilling to look him in the eye, he did the unthinkable - he kissed her.

The finding out he had a dick was shocking, giving in to her compulsive urges and letting him rut her was even more surprising, but his tender affection was staggering. She tried to resist - sweet, merciful Celestia she tried, yet she couldn’t hold out. Feeling his forked tongue press past her lips, she closed her eyes and gave in.

Pushing back against him, with her muzzle and rear end, her passion soared. She certainly hadn’t planned on even the slightest bit of intimacy from him - then again, she hadn’t planned on being sent into estrus and banged by him either. Extending her right wing, she folded the feathered appendage around his slender neck and pulled him in. If he wanted a kiss, the stars above, she’d give him a kiss.

Making out with the Lord of Chaos, as he rearranged her interior, her passion soared. He’d been massive before, more than large enough to fill her up and then some, but his extra bit of volume wreaked havoc on her in a number of ways. Her womb was assaulted, her entrance was pulled out with each backstroke, and her clit was smashed by his pounding knot. She’d always pushed herself in life, testing the limits of what she was capable of, although she’d never extended her zeal in any sexual capacity - that is, until that moment.

As crazy as it sounded, she yearned to feel the fat base of his cock inside herself. The task would be herculean - nigh impossible even, but that wasn’t about to stop her. If she could pull off a sonic rainboom, something nopony had done in decades, she might just be able to hilt the big, maddeningly captivating beast. Fueled by desire, summoning a strength she didn’t know she had, she threw her ass back at him.

“That’s really hot,” the clone thought aloud. Cranking his turgid length, while enjoying the show, he patted the original’s head. “You mind if I cut in?”

Rearing back, leaving a strand of saliva connecting himself to the mare, Discord glared up at the doppleganger. “Wait your turn! Can’t you see we’re sharing a moment?”

“You know and I know that we’re not into voyeurism, so shuffle over and make some room,” the copy pouted, shoving the authentic Lord of Chaos’ face aside.

“Why I never,” Discord huffed, withdrawing.

Utterly bewildered, with her higher judgement compromised, Dash looked between the two. Aside from the kiss being broken, her chimeric paramour had all but stopped rutting her. Though she was tempted to ask him to continue, needily clutching the original’s submerged length, she still couldn’t bring herself to beg - at least, not openly. As the situation spiralled out of control, an idea struck her.

Humping back against him, while balancing on one foreleg, she reached out and drew her hoof up the clone’s leg. Their conversation stopped immediately, with both copies silently peering down at her, yet she didn’t stop. Her tender frog moved north, past his knee and up his thigh, until it lingered just beneath the duplicate Discord’s furry balls and turgid shaft.

“Well would you look at that,” the draconequui said in unison, instantly smiling and pointing at one another. “Jinx!”

Disregarding their chicanery, her head drifted towards the immaculately odd package before her. She’d gotten a decent look before, back when he’d first unveiled his uniquely captivating equipment, and she sure as heck knew it felt good, yet there was one sense she hadn’t yet experienced with him - his scent. Inhaling deeply, breathing in his musk, her eyelids fluttered.

The aroma was singular, bearing traits of a dragon, a diamond dog, and a stallion, and it drew her in. Obligingly stepping forward, while the original Discord proceeded to plow into her, the double brought his tool to her steadily opening maw. If it smelled that good, she had to give herself a taste.

As she opened her mouth and invitingly rolled out her tongue, the doppelganger shuffled forward, sweetly caressed her head, and guided his drooling endowment into her awaiting maw. Her eyes drifted closed, with her lips wrapping around him. What little reluctance within her evaporated away to nothing, allowing her primal longings to blossom.

Her bestial, sexual needs, spurred by the induced estrus, compelled her to oblige him, to serve him, yet that wasn’t the only element at play. Though she would firmly deny it to anypony and everypony, she secretly loved the sensual attention - sure, it was rare that she ever got any, but she relished the few moments when she did. Bobbing her head, coating her tongue with the salty, cloying flavor of sweat and pre-cum, she gently rocked between them.

To Discord’s credit, and to her pleasant surprise, he was remarkably gentle and with the entire affair. Alternating thrusts, lending aid to one another, the pair of draconequui bucked their hips and pistoned into her. Bowing to her impulses, she tenderly fellated one while milking the other with her slavering marehood.

“I have to say, she is impressive!” the clone flippantly remarked.

“Isn’t she?! I believe she requires a small reward,” the original affirmed.

Unable to see much, aside from the chimera’s furred abdomen, Dash flinched when she heard a snap. The sound sent a chill through her, dulling her enthusiasm for a fleeting moment, yet she swiftly discovered what he’d done. The unmistakable feeling of fingers wandering about her underside and hind quarters nearly caused her to swoon, prompting her to mutely show her gratitude for the additional bit of stimulation.

As before, shortly after the entire debacle had begun, the hands put themselves to work with ruthless efficiency. Two fondled and massaged her breasts, lightly tweaking her teats, while the third had something else in mind; crawling over her glute and into the cleft of her bouncing rump, it pressed a digit to her pucker. Well past the point of caring, quickly growing overwhelmed by the chaotically carnal assault, she arched her back.

Sure enough, as she’d shamefully hoped, a single finger slipped into her backdoor. She’d honestly never given much thought to anal, having never seen the point of it, but the sensation gave her a moment for pause. Groaning around the double’s shaft, she forced her head forward and slipped him into her gullet.

Whether it was because Discord was beginning to enjoy himself, amused with her with embracement of depravity, or possibly some combination of the two, both he and his copy started bucking faster and harder than before. While one’s knot bumped against her lips, slipping his length into her throat, the other’s swollen base hammered against her snatch. Between being spitroasted, the disembodied hands teasing her, and her soaring passion, she slipped into a lustful haze.

In a dreamlike, hedonistic haze, she mechanically rocked and swayed between the pair. Her tongue lavished and massaged one shaft, as her marehood constricted and winked around another. She would have never guessed she’d willingly take part in such a perverse deed, and with Discord noless, yet she loved every lecherous second of it.

“Don’t you think she’d look...?” one draconequus began.

“I absolutely do,” the other concurred.

Though she was only vaguely aware that they’d said something, a flash caught her attention. Opening one eye, taking care to continue nursing on the cock in her muzzle, she tilted her head and looked back. A quartet of pastel pink and white leggings adorned her limbs, complimenting her coat, although she wasn’t bothered in the slightest - if anything, the garments only spurred her onward.

She knew her actions were unbecoming, that of a common whore, so the long, semi-sensual socks were more than a little fitting. Inspired in a delightfully debaucherous way, she momentarily balanced on one hind leg, kicked out, and gently stroked Discord’s thigh. As far as she was concerned, he’d earned the right to have her look a little more slutty.

On and on the duo went, surpassing the stamina of any stallion she’d ever heard of, pushing her to the very brink. Despite her trembling legs, quivering thighs, hitched breaths, and thundering heart, she somehow found the will to continue - not because she wished to please him, but because she inched ever closer to her limit.

“I...I think - Nnngh - she’s getting close,” one chimera sputtered.

The grasp on her waist tightened. “So are - Mmmph - we…”

Her head spun, knowing that she’d somehow managed to bring the Lord of Chaos to the brink, yet even she didn’t realize how close he really was. Sensing the dick throb against her tongue, her head was wrenched forward. Before she could recover, feeling the knot stretch her lips wider, the original chimera rammed his hips forward.

Pinned in place, with a duo of knots forcing their way into her, Dash sputtered and gagged. Intense couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling of something so epic, yet she’d only had a taste of what they had to offer. With a persistent shove, nearly in tandem, the Lord of Chaos hilted her muzzle and cunt, loudly groaned, and met their climactic end.

Quite literally choking on one cock, having what felt like pints of cum being pumped down her throat, the sensation of her womb being bathed in the chimera’s essence was her undoing. Her marehood spasmed violently, squirting and dribbling her nectar over Discord’s groin, upper thighs, and the snow beneath them, while her eyes rolled to the back of her head. It wasn’t like it was the first orgasm she’d ever had, but the sheer magnitude of it eclipsed every other she’d ever experienced before. 

Nearly every erogenous zone she had was stimulated in some form or fashion, the vast quantity of his seed was unbelievable, and the feeling of being tied to him was mind boggling. Compared to every other climax of her life, this was an epoch - an epoch she knew she’d never be able to return from. As the pair’s vast loads flowed into and out of her, leaking out of her plugged snatch and spewing from her nostrils, her consciousness faded.

Try as she might, fighting tooth and hoof to stay awake, she couldn’t stop the inevitable. Her vision tunneled, her limbs grew slack, and the world fell away from her. The last thing she remembered was wondering just how Fluttershy could endure such an insanely pleasurable feat and not tell anypony! Listing to her left, then her right, she succumbed to the unimaginable, unstoppable ecstasy.

…

“So then I said, ‘Fluttershy, not that sort of Ottoman, this sort of ottoman!’” Discord cackled, materializing a footstool in his outstretched hand.

Dash stopped dead, utterly perplexed by what was going on. Looking herself over, finding her coat secured around her chest, she scrunched her snout. The last thing she recalled was being fucked into a coma by Discord and his copy, yet she was suddenly walking along beside him like nothing had happened. Noticing her consternation, he slowed to a halt and cocked his head.

“Come now, it wasn’t that bad of a joke,” he sighed, as the tiny piece of furniture vanished.

“Were we - uh -” she only just caught herself, clamping her mouth shut.

If she asked him about anything raunchy, he’d no doubt give her heck about it - still, that did nothing to explain what was happening. She felt absolutely fine, with her garment only barely keeping the worst of the cold at bay, but that was part of the problem. Was the entire scandalous affair a dream - some sort of hallucination? Baffled, wondering if it was possible to subtly question him on the matter, she noticed him shift.

“Small, adorable, fuzzy, and fast…” he muttered, squinting off to her left. “Is that it?”

Turning her head, noticing a peculiar white-furred creature, her eyes went alight. Whatever the little thing was, it definitely wasn’t any sort of squirrel or rabbit she’d ever seen before, leading her to believe they’d finally found their illusive quarry. Slowly turning to face it, preparing herself to pounce, she blindly waved at him.

“On three,” she whispered, tensing her legs. “One...Two...Three!”

Springing into the air, rocketing towards the tiny, mysterious beast, she licked her lips. The excitement of finding what had to be the winterchilla was exhilarating, especially after wandering around in the frozen woods for hours. Ignoring the odd, salty flavor on her palate, utterly ignorant to the drop of pearly spunk that dripped from her nethers, she sailed towards her prey…