Discord's Resolution -- A FLUTTERCORD ONESHOT
Discord is a creature of chaos. But when his reckless actions turn a good intention into a standoff between Equestria and three of its most powerful villains, he has more than a few apologies to make -- even though it seems like only one really matters.
Basically, a oneshot about Discord being an overthinking simp, set the morning after Cozyglow, Tirek and Queen Chrysalis are turned to stone.
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In all its years, Equestria had never known the true meaning of a βresolutionβ β at least not until the day that the Lord of Chaos made his greatest one.
Sitting under the mossy eaves of Fluttershyβs cottage, Discord could tell that a harsh morning was encroaching on Equestria.
It tasted like bitter salt in the air, he thought. The nerves in his cheeks burned, and his tongue was punctured by an unpleasant sort of ache. Worst of all, though, the taste in his mouth brought Discord an amount of unease and β could it be? βΒ anxietyΒ that he hadnβt felt for the longest time.
This tangy discomfort had nothing to do with any tangible, solid threats from the outside world. It wasnβt because of the clustering clouds up above, or the dewy grass below, or the subtle shifting of leaves as summer fell into fall. ItΒ certainlyΒ wasnβt because of Ceslestiaβs rising sun, which rose in the background with grace and with pride like the crowning jewel of a headpiece.
No, the harshness he felt around him was a different sort. It was the kind that not many creatures felt, and which only came to Equestria once every aeon or so, whenever a terrible catastrophe was caused by a teensy-weensy, tiny, stupid mistakeβ¦
Heβd been spending the last twenty minutes distracting himself with the sunrise. Usually his escapisms involved activities with a little more chaos and βpizazzβ, but the view was helping the Lord of Chaos bring to mind a little phrase he had coined from Fluttershyβs friend Treecuddler a while backβ¦ something about how every day was like a new play, and while at sunset the curtain always fell upon the third act, sunrises were like fresh starts, new leaves.
He reckoned he needed one of these, above all. Which is maybe why he was sitting here watching solar phenomena in the front garden of a Ponyville pegasus, struggling to ignore the complete scandal and, well,Β discord,Β that had befallen the kingdom of Equestria the previous day.
βThe current state of affairs isnβt looking so bright, Iβm afraid.β He looked guiltily towards a family of humming birds that was nestled in the roof above. Was he talking to them, or to himself? Looking around, he saw that there were no duplicates of Discord to speak with, so figured it was the former. He hovered up to the family, watching them but not really observing. βAt least the worst is over now, I suppose. Even though I couldβve prevented all of this in the first place.β
He knew they werenβt listening to his heartfelt confidences, but that was okay. Enough creatures hated Discord already, and who could even blame them? Yesterday had been the new princessβ coronation, but in an attempt to boost Twilight Sparkleβs ego, heβd instead unionised three tyrants, upended centuries of magical architecture, and jeopardised an entire kingdom of civilians.
He shouldβve known it was a foolβs game. Nobody can keep beasts at bay when it comes to matters of world dominion, not even Discord himself. Cozyglowβ¦ Tirekβ¦ Queen Chrysalis. And now he needed to make aΒ lotΒ of apologies β even though it seemed like only one really mattered.
βFluttershy has never done any real harm in her life,β he mused. βFrankly, I donβt even think sheΒ could, her being the Element of Kindness and all. I really ought to give her more credit for her efforts, donβt you think?β
A floating βthumbs-upβ drifted above him, carried by the wind.
In all honesty, this sequestered chink of Ponyville seemed like his one and only respite from the world. Fluttershyβs cottage wasnβt quite in town, but it wasnβt quite in the Everfree either, and this assortment of βin-betweensβ felt like the perfect liminal space for him, made of animals and luscious greens. A holding ground of sorts, perhaps for him and his many mistakes β though hopefully not all of them, because he had a feeling they might be too heavy even for this place.
And yet here he was, a voice reminded him, hovering and lurkingΒ outsideΒ of her cottage instead of actually stepping inside. Like he didnβtΒ wantΒ to go in.
A thought bubble bubbled into view beside him, βAnd why do you think that is, Discord?βΒ it read in size 14 font comic sans.
Excellent question. He coughed up a few meagre excuses β βThe gravel on the ground will get stuck in my hoof,β βSheβs probably still asleep,β βIβm far too hungry for civil conversations right nowβ β but in the end, the only person he could never lie to was himself. Because the truth was that he wasΒ afraid.Β Afraid to find out how Fluttershy felt about him after what heβd done, and it seemed that despite being part-dragon, he was not immune to the fiery burn that would come from the rejection of a heart as gentle and tender as Fluttershyβs.β― Far too many thoughts were racing in and out of his mind, clustering and crumbling, and they were all coloured in pink and gold and teal, shaped as hooves and hearts and hinds.Β
How many times would fate make him relearn the same lessons? Discord had never considered himself much of a scholar, but even if he was graded on a curve he was bound to fail. What would he tell his sweet Fluttershy? That all the reformation in the world couldnβt stop him from being a monster? Equestria was strung out like a washing line that reached all the way to Canterlot, and he was the only one at fault.
And so with all of this blame and treason lying on his chest, it was with no hesitation that he made the greatest resolution of his life: He was never going to endanger Fluttershy or her friends ever again.Β
No more gambles with Equestrian fate. No more half-baked ideas. No more secrets.
Right now, Discord was a fatality to the only mare he cared about β but a master of chaos can change anything if he tries hard enough.
Discord was a maestro in avoidance. Performative β check. Ignorant β check. Delusional β check, check, check.
So to get over his fear of knocking on the front door, he decided that bypassing the need entirely would make his whole endeavour a lot simpler. That was how, with a snap of his fingers and a zap of light, he found himself pressed against the inside of Fluttershyβs front door. I mean, best friends could show up uninvited, right?
Then he lifted his drooping ear, listening out for the mare in question.Β
Anxious hoofsteps and bustle emerged from the kitchen. Discord was rarely one for domestic humdrum, but whenever he was in this cottage he couldnβt help but listen in to the ridiculous banalities of pony life. The way Fluttershyβs two old pots clanked against each other in the sink, or the way her faucet dripped, or the way her windows squeaked when they were wiped clean. It was weird β why did this excite him more than his jaunts through the spacetime continuum?
The fresh influx of sounds and sensations had almost made him forget the real reason heβd come here. But even the aroma of cookies wafting out the oven couldnβt permanently erase the guilt in his gut. It roiled inside him, it twisted and it turned. He was all for rollercoasters, but even this felt like a bit much.Β
Yeehaw Discord, buck up will ya? This anxiety ainβt got no rope-hold on ya! Youβre tellinβ me all this stress is for aΒ pony!Β
A tiny apparition of himself, clad in a western getup, was whispering through his left ear. It wasnβt a persona he took on very often β if at all β and for a moment he wondered if he was losing his already tenuous grasp on reality.Β
On the other end, pirate Discord β another rare findβ was listening to the cowboy and nodding along in agreement.Β
Arrr, ye hear that! AΒ PONY!Β Matey, ye have fled from harmony for aeons; ye have travelled the seven dimensions (and many more)! And now yer actinβ like some horse is the sunken ship of your dreams?
βFools,β Discord muttered, flicking both of them away with a vehement swing of his paw. βSheβs not just βa ponyββ.Β
He decided on a frivolous entrance. Another snap of his weathered talons brought Discord a foot above Fluttershyβs kitchen table, and a fanfare of invisible trumpets played in his wake βΒ an addition which he hoped was in good taste, and not kitschy or β heaven forbid βΒ cliche.
βFluttershy! Good-morning! Your favourite Draconequus is here, with a more than apologetic apology, he hopes!βΒ
Fluttershy jumped at the sound of the musical number behind her (oops). Regardless, though, Discordβs presence seemed to bring nothing but smiles and spirit to the lovely mare, at least once she had a second to compose herself.Β
He sighed in relief; at least she didnβtΒ hateΒ him.
βOh, my, Discord. What are you doing here so early in the morning?βΒ
He spent a generous amount of time forming his response. As it turned out, no matter how many times he saw Fluttershy, he never got used to it. This morning, for instance, with the sunβs gradient filtering through her voile drapes, he saw clearer than ever the three little freckles that only appeared on her face during the summer months. Her sheen of pale hair, too, was a sight for precious eyes, brushed aside into an electric state of ordered disarray, like there was no amount of chaos in the world that could sway her from genuine perfection. Or was βperfectionβ a little too forward, a little too presumptuous of a word? Everypony claimed there was no such thing, but there was no one more qualified than Discord in matters like these. He was Perfectionβs antithesis by nature, after all; it could only be the pony least like him who utterly emulatedΒ perfection.
β¦He peeled his eyes away quicker than he wouldβve liked. He didnβt want Fluttershy to believe he was scrutinising her for any of the wrong reasons.β―Β
βAhβ¦ well, I just told you, dear,β He stumbled over his syllables. Words that shouldβve been second nature seemed nothing more than an afterthought. βIβm here to apologise.ββ―Β
As soon as these words left Discordβs mouth, a barrage of confetti fell from the ceiling, spelling out the word βSORRYβ as they fell one by one atop her checkered tablecloth. Pinks and purples blended to one upon their green backdrop, hiding the waterlilies that embellished the cotton spread.β―Β
Fluttershy stifled her groggy laughs by bringing her hoof to her mouth.βBut youβve already apologised!β
βNonsense, dear. Tell me, what do you want! Fresh flowers? A new birdhouse? A statue in the Canterlot gardens? Iβm sure I could pull some strings for that last oneβ¦β Each object that he listed off appeared in the room around them, carnations in a hand-painted vase, birdhouse (or birdmansion) hanging from the rafters, and statue standing tall in the lounge behind them.Β
βNo, Iβm all right, thank you.β
βUgh β if you say so!β
He snapped everything away, although he kept the flowers on the counter. Carnations werenβt Fluttershyβs favourite to look at, but he knew that some of her pets were particularly fond of the flavour.
She stared at them a moment before speaking again. βDiscord, youβre being way too hard on yourself. Have you already forgotten that you rescued us from the trio of tyrants yesterday, even when you were chained up and drained ofΒ allΒ your magic? You saved Equestria on nothing more than your instincts.β She put a particular emphasis on theΒ allΒ β and Discord wondered briefly if his rescue-skills were reallyΒ thatΒ surprising?
He decided to let the thought slide, though, as other ones overtook it. Fluttershy seemed oddly collected about the whole situation regarding the triumvirate of villains, and evenΒ heΒ knew that he had overstepped his line there. Like, a lot. βYes, well, you fail to mention the part where I got all of us into that confounded mess in the first place.βΒ
Fluttershy opened her mouth as though to speak, but any words she had thought up seemed caught in the cusp of her throat. She froze, and it took her so long to move that Discord started to wonder if heβd accidentally swapped her out with the statue heβd just made. In fact, if his face hadnβt fallen into a despondent frown right then, she mightβve never spoken again. βUm! w-wellβ¦ uhmβ¦ we all make mistakes...βΒ
βWhatβs important is that we learn from them and approach future scenarios like this with caution.βΒ
βOh, believe me,β Discord snorted, βThis was a singularly unique occurrence. After all,β He bowed with great austerity, a breasted-waistcoat appearing around his chest, βI am bound by a new piece of legislature.βΒ
He didnβt think much of these words. Sure, his new βResolutionβ was hardly a state-issued law, but didnβt all important constitutions and agreements start from something small? So when Fluttershy dropped the tea cloth draped around her wing and ran to the seat closest to him, he wondered what the fuss was all about.Β
βOh no! What!β She looked at Discord in an offended frenzy. βTheyβre taking legal action?Β I donβt understand! You only broke the law a little bit, really. Has Celestia sanctioned you? Exiled you? Orββ She gasped, βSurely it wasnβtΒ Twilight?βΒ
Now it was Discordβs turn to sit in dumbfounded silence. Ah. Just Brilliant. His overly-liberal use of lawyer jargon had caused a panic. Way to go Discord!β¦ once again.
She kept up a fretful string of grievances, and even though she had jumped to conclusions he was touched by her gushing concern. He still found great difficulty in processing the ins and outs of βfriendshipβ, and he still felt it wasβ¦ strange, the way she always rushed to his defence. It was like sometimes, even after all theyβd been through, he couldnβt quite believe β couldnβt quiteΒ letΒ himself believe β that Fluttershy was his best friend, and that she would do anything for him.Β
Even though he would do the same, and ten times more, at a simple beckoning of her hoof.Β
βNow, now, thereβs no need to worry that pretty little head of yours,β He placated, immediately flinching at the sound of his own voice.Β βPretty little headβ?Β Really?β―Β
Swatting away his thoughts, he reached for the mareβs hooves and held them with great care; almost as if they were fragile crockery from her cupboards, except that they also made his fingers tingle. βSeriously, Fluttershy, do you really think I would let CelestiaΒ exileΒ me fromΒ ponyland? Iβm old enough to be her great-great-great-grand-stallion!ββ―Β
βWellβ¦ I guess she did turn you into stone that one timeβ¦β But her syrupy voice melted, drifting off with thoughts that had clearly gone unsaid. Looking down he saw her pupils dancing between them, and he pondered if her trailing off had anything to do with his warm palms around her. Her eyes waltzed between their bodies and her hooves, between his talon and his paw.β― Dancing, hidden behind the fine swoop of her pink bangs.Β
βAhβ¦ stone? Yes, well, I really donβt know why you feel the need to bring that up all the time,β He harrumphed. βWhy canβt we just let bygones be bygones?...β His voice tried to be frustrated, but instead it came out gruff and faraway. Admittedly, he was a little distracted by the fact that she was being distracted, and he had no idea why. Confound it! had she gotten Zecora toΒ hexΒ him, or what? Discord seemed drawn to every little action and inaction of hers, and it was such a persistent need that it almost felt unnatural. So what if she leaned into his touch? So what ifβ ifβ
She shifted her hooves under his weight, and the tickles that had started off small were sent shooting through his arms and into the crooks of his chest. The fluttersβ oh, it was like real butterflies, ones that rose to his chest but then dropped way down low. It was another one of those rollercoasters that came to him unbidden.
Fluttershy gulped, averting her eyes to the floor. βWell, anywaysβ¦ What did you mean by legislature, then?βΒ
βOh, right, that.β He twisted towards the hot mess of confetti behind him. βYou can call me a bureaucrat, if youβd like. Iβm sure you of all ponies will like what I have to say.β
βAnd why is that?β Her voice dropped low, like water under the bridge β and it reminded him of his many indiscretions, which also sank far, far beneath them like rotten treasures lost in deep seas. Rotten troubles that Fluttershy had forgiven and discarded.
Even though heβd never deserved it, not even now.
He bashfully unfurled his hand, and a tattered scroll appeared from thin air, rolling open till it hit the wooden floors. βI wrote a bit of a clear-cut contract, as you can see.βΒ
βMy, that doesnβt look veryβ¦ clear-cut.βΒ
She wasnβt looking at the parchment, though, nor was she regarding any of the nervous gestures he was making towards it. Because if she had been doing either of these things she wouldnβt have been looking towards his torso, eyes traipsing across the sharp curve of his bat wing and up the tousled coat of his brown fur.
Oh.Β Oh. She had never really doneΒ thatΒ before.
He used his wings to perform a wry mimicry of a pegasus shrug, trying in turn to shrug off the foreign hotness that bristled his hair. βMost of the content is justβ¦ boilerplate nonsense.β Then he arched his serpentine body down to her level, wondering if he could soothe the burning inside his body if he just got her to look elsewhere.
Elsewhere. This close up, their muzzles were mere inches away.
ββDiscordβs Resolutionβ¦β,β Reciting the words off the top of his head, he let the teal of her eyes consume him. Harmony was a terribly powerful thing.
He could taste Fluttershyβs breath. Sheβd had waffles for breakfast, along with something else β perhaps honeyed berries, fresh from her garden grove.
βDiscordβs resolutionβ¦?β And once again she was prompting him on, reigning in every sentence of his that had wandered off into sheer oblivion.
βErm, yes, hold on just a second.β His scroll defied the physical laws of aviation and gravitation as it floated right into their line of sight.
Discord didn'tΒ thinkΒ he was the type to get flustered, but at the same time there was this strange sensation inside of him that he only ever got around his favourite mare. The clammy warmth in his chest was part of it, but he also found that he couldnβt focus on any of the letters in front of him, nor could he brush away the blood rush in his cheeks (even with the help of his chaos powers). So he read very slowly, summoning a boot to quietly kick him in the shins β it was a long shot, butΒ maybeΒ he could shoo the nerves and butterflies away?
Hah. Butterflies. And he called himself the spirit of chaos? Seriously?
He began his reading with a whisper, his throat raspier at this register than it normally was. βI, the Lord Of Chaos, Discord of Chaosville, vow to uphold this one simple resolution rigorously, vigorously, meticulously, vociferously, considerably, deliberately, indiscriminately, unconditionallyββ He mumbled. βOh dear, did I really write all of this?β
Fluttershyβs giggle was loud against his skin, the noise sending frissons of excitement down his body.
He followed along the rambling string of adverbs that he couldnβt quite recall writing β had he even written any of it? β till he reached the right part of his βcontractβ. βAh, yes, here we have it. My resolution.β
Fluttershy shifted so close that her head couldβve easily rested against his body. βAndβ¦β She whispered, voice breathy like a springtime breeze. βWhat would that be, dear Discord?β
βI shall never again endanger Fluttershy dearest β¦ or any of her friends.β
Discord had spent millenia honing his senses. One thousand years as solid rock, to be precise, when there had been nothing else to do in the cold, cruel world. Now, the imperceptibly sharp breath that Fluttershy took was not lost on him. It made him wonder if the feelings inside of her right then were as soft and fuzzy as his were, tender as the premise of hot cocoa, cabin-fever, and a peaceful night in with his favourite mareβΒ creature. And perhaps his hopes were fanciful ones, but could she be feeling a similar intensity in the heat of his fire as he did when he wielded the torch?
It was only when Fluttershy looked up with a frown that he realised two chattering cups of hot chocolate (fully equipped with their own earmuffs and blankets) had materialised above them.β―Β
βMy sincerest apologies,β He fretted, but as he pulled away from her hoof-hold and extended a languid arm to wave the hot steam away, Fluttershy brought it right back down with a quick tug. She held his wrist like a lifeline.
βIβm afraid you canβt do that. You promised you wouldnβt endanger me again,β she reminded him.
βBut I- well I- you β hot chocolateβ what?β
She bowed her head sheepishly, rueful scarlet tinging her cheeks once more. βOh, nevermind β Iβm just being silly,β and she dropped his bending arm.
Then he realised what she had, somewhat elusively, been getting at.
His breath stalled. β...Do you mean to say, my precious Fluttershy, that the only way to keep you safe is by keeping you...β He pulled her into a tentative embrace. βThis close?β
She trembled, and Discord could hear the harsh palpitations of her heart when it was pressed against his own. Oh, all the most disharmonious forms of affection and all of the sweet heavens above could not compare to this. βM-maybeβ¦ a bit closer?β
Oooooh. The air in the room was depleting fast, rinsed out of the cottage like water from a garden hose. Why else would there be dizziness, and brain fog?
βFluttershy, if I didnβt know you any better I would think you were implying the most scandalous thingsβ¦β He raised a puckered brow. βUnless, of course, thatβs exactly what youβre doing?β
βNo! YouΒ knowΒ me, I would neverβ¦would neverβ¦β Spluttering, with beads of sweat dripping down her forehead, she sat stock still β like a deer in lights β as Discord wound his sinuous body around hers. The pace of her trembling picked up, and even the tips of her flattened ears were growing rosy.Β
Half-coiled around his sunny mare, he paused for a moment. Discord didnβtΒ doΒ risque, didnβtΒ playΒ the smitten fool, yet his words could hardly be restrained, βOh, really? You donβt seem to be very opposed.β
Deflection, at its keenest, succumbed to her: βWeβreΒ best friends,β she squeaked. βYou know that best friends donβtβ donβt normally doΒ these kinds of things.β
Β Unflinchingly, and carefully, he tucked her mane behind her ears. A chuckle escaped his mouth as he mulled over her words, because Discord knew better. His tremulous paw slid under her chin.
Β β...Normally?β He mocked. βWhy, dear Fluttershy, havenβt you heard the news? Normal is so very last season: the truth is,Β All is chaos in love and war.β And he tilted her head up high towards the skies, where she would find nothing butΒ his faceΒ filling the view.
The portrait of a chaos spirit, who had finally found harmony in one of the precious hearts heβd been designed to undo. And he was sure that she saw constellations behind him, because the twinkle across her face was more glorious than anything heβd ever seen before.
Orβ¦ wasΒ heΒ the star that burned so brightly in her eyes? He was hesitant to admit the possibility. Discord was a puppeteer of history, after all; a virtuoso in deceit and ugly desires β the furthest thing from cupid that anypony could possibly conceive. So when she placed a hoof on his cheekbone, he was almost half-surprised, and a voice inside of him assured Discord that it must be some terrible mistake. He shut his heavy eyes.
Then Fluttershy closed the gap between them, and in moments everything made sense.
He had never kissed anyone in this way before. Certainly not withΒ thisΒ kind of desperate ardour, with one hand grappling for the nape of Fluttershyβs neck as his other supported her precious chin. It was tender passion, and even though it was overflowing he wasnβt going to let a single droplet of his rations spill.
βMmβ¦ Discord,β She crooned, stroking down the bristles of his coat. Leaning into her touch, Discord almost transcended to a plane far above their own, but even this touch did not compare to the softness of her muzzle.Β
Her muzzleβ the way she used it on him, so slow, so ferocious. It brought to mind only clouds and knitted cotton, like something out of a dream, and he decided right then that if sheΒ wasΒ a dream, he would like to be one too.
His coiled body was far too hot, but body temperature was trivial to the Lord of Romance and Chivalry. Arms wrapping tightly around the pegasus, Discord hoped that Fluttershyβs tongue could brush against his for the rest of eternity; oh,, he hadnβt felt pure, unimpeachable bliss like this since that day sheβd first called him her βfriendβ.
It wasnβt long before a few changes came to town, too. Chaos magic had been by Discordβs side for lifetimes (since the genesis of reality, even), but right now there was something not quite right about it. He didnβt want to assume, but he could almost feel itΒ fading away, and that shouldβve beenβ¦ impossible. Disorder was his birthright, discord was his name. And on any other occasion, this situation wouldβve led to a crisis, or hysteria, or Celestia only knew what other form of mental unrest.
Right now, though? It was replaced by a revolution, and it was all because of the way Fluttershy kissed him. SomethingΒ newΒ was brewing inside of him, something he had never experienced before, and tendrils of foreign magic met in secret with only rebellion on their agenda. They scurried behind all of the boarded up back-alleys and spindly staircases of his fragmented mind β and the stairs they met in front of mightβve led to nowhere, but at least nobody was going to look for treason in the crevices of a madmanβs mind.
The revolution waged its riots, usurped the king. Then soon theΒ newΒ magic was in the tips of his fingers, and it was a chaos stronger than the cosmos, a madness he could barely keep a hold of.
It strengthened as each slow kiss became quicker, and Discordβs fickle tether to reality grew weaker with each faintly fading breath. There was so much fresh power inside of him ready to be used, and still all he really cared for was to caress his mare with kisses and affection. His silent sorceress. HisΒ Fluttershy.
This new chaos felt a lot softer, too⦠cloudy, and bright. Just like her, he supposed, but also like a pitcher of pink lemonade, adorned with a felicitous number of perfect paper parasols. And he knew that this power would never make sense to him, but it would still be his, and his alone, forever.
With his eyes closed, he couldnβt quite understand why a thick blanket was suddenly wrapping around his neck, or where it had even come from. That was till a preened feather tickled his chin, and he realised the beautiful, pale wings of a pegasus were pulling him in.Β
He couldnβt understand this. She wasΒ Fluttershy, and he was β well,Β him. Even if she cared for him, even if they were best friends, he was no covetable stallion. His goatee was pearly and old, his voice sang a ballad made of croaky octaves, and his mismatched horns were hardly a stylistic choice.
But she was kissing him back. Despite his jutting snagglefang, and despite his past transgressions and his unruly anatomy, despite his mischief and his madness, she wanted him like no pony ever had. And it didnβt matter how, or why; it only mattered that she did, in this sunkissed room full of unbaked apple-fritters and half-washed morning dishes.
He ran his talon gently through her hair, scratching behind her ears. Her soft voice made an agreeable noise against his tongue, and like a cat who had finally found his way back home, he gently purred in response. He was sure he had never felt this way before, and he was sure that the new chaos magic coalescing inside of him was part of something that went way beyond even his nigh-omniscient comprehension.
In truth, Discord was stupid (dumb as a rock, really) when it came to matters of love. And heβd had a few run-ins with the cursed thing before, but all of those experiences had been cheap mimicries of the real thing, like Flim-Flam brother knock-offs. The ironic thing is that back then he wouldβve laughed at the thought of sitting down and rubbing loving circles into a sweet mareβs cheeks, and here he was doing just that.Β
βFluttershy,β he whispered against her mouth.
The shiver coming down her withers felt good against his paw, but he couldnβt linger on it. Gingerly, Discord pulled away from her lips and her tongue, trying to fight the persistent pair of hooves that seemed to have other plans in mind.
With a disoriented gasp, he resisted the unexpected strength of her forelegs, but he found unentangling himselfΒ veryΒ difficult.
Blink. Eyes half-lidded, Fluttershy eventually realised that Discord wasnβt trying to kiss her anymore. Two glitters in her pupils quietly askedΒ βwhy?β,Β but on the outside her face was expectant. β...Y-yes, my pretty?β She uttered.
Oooh. Had she just calledΒ himβ¦ oh, her voiceβ¦ βFluttershy,β he stammered. βHow do you likeβ¦ erm, stand-up comedy, dear?β
βUmmmβ¦?β She looked at him as if he were, to put it lightly, stark-raving-mad. But Fluttershy knew Discord well enough to tell there was a point he was trying to get across, so gently nuzzling his neck, she replied. βWhy, I- I suppose that depends on w-what the jokes are.β And she ran the edge of her hoof along the curve of his jawline, just to remind him that she was patiently waiting to welcome all of his contrived trains of thought, no matter what they were.
He wanted to kiss her again. Instead, he let his ruffled-up paw stroke her all along her body, in particular tracing the preciously unique cutie mark that was imprinted upon her flank.
His face grew hot. βI just need to make sure that if I say something stupid in a moment, I can play it off as a joke. Not that I say stupid things, of course, but sometimes IΒ doΒ stupidΒ thingsΒ (as weβre well aware), which really is close enough for my point to still standββ
βI thiiink you might be overthinking this.β
β β No, not at all! Playing it off as a joke would save me from an eternity of humiliation, although I suppose I just ruined my backup plan by telling you all about itβ¦Β Oh, deuce. All right. Well, what IβmΒ tryingΒ to say, Fluttershy, is thatββ
βI'm not quite sure I remember how to speak.β
βOh, Discord,β She giggled.Β
βNopony can make a love confession quite like you.β
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