Chaos in Equestria - Part Fore

Chaos in Equestria - Part Fore

 

>You spent the night staring at the room of the hospital room you slept in.

>The slight crack made where the two beds had been pressed together only got more uncomfortable with time.

>Your mind hasn't stopped racing following the events of the previous day.

>You slept with Scootaloo.

>A Filly.

>And you made her love you.

>But you don't think you can return her love anymore.

>That chaos inside you connecting you to the chaos maturing inside Scootaloo.

>Draconequus need strong feelings to come into the world.

>Discord tasked you to find the feeling his daughter would use to come into this world.

>Harness it and watch over his daughter after she came into this world.

>Discord.

>Your Equestrian father.

>Thoughts of him bring a tightness in your chest.

>He was turned to stone by the very Elements of Harmony he thought he had defeated for the last time.

>The part of you that you know should feel bad at yourself for wanting Discord to be released no longer speaks up.

>You would rather have Discord and Chaos than Harmony.

>Your hand works its way to your head, the Antler and Horn reminds you of him.

>A light shifting against your leg brings you out of your revelry.

>You look down at the sleeping form of Scootaloo.

>You run your hand through her mane, causing her to yawn and wiggle in closer to you.

>You are still confused with your feelings about Scootaloo.

>You know you can't return her love, but a small part of you knows you should.

>You bend down and kiss the top of her head.

>Scootaloo rolls over with a yawn.

>She looks up at you with her big violet eyes.

>You lean down and kiss her again.

"Morning, Scoots"

>She giggles at your name for her, her front hooves covering her muzzle.

>"M-morning."

>You grab her and pull her so she is lying on your chest.

>She 'eeps' slightly when you pick her up, but relaxes quickly.

>She rests her head against your chest and takes a deep breath, her wings splayed out fully.

"Well, I have... work I need to do today, and doesn't some p0ny have school?"

>Scootaloo jumps up, her hooves landing dangerously close to your groin.

>"Ohmygosh, homygosh! I'm going to be late!"

>Scootaloo jumps off your bed, her wings flapping like mad gliding her to the door.

>She stops on the threshold and turns around, blowing you a kiss, before she rush's out the door.

>You laugh to yourself, looking out the window you see Scootaloo on her scooter zooming off towards school.

"I just wish you could be here to see your daughter, but don't worry. She won't grow up not knowing who her father is."

>You look down at your hands, and you unknowingly clenched them into fists.

>Shaking your head, you throw the sheets from your body.

>Oh god, they are stained with sweat and... other liquids.

>You just sigh and peels the sheets off the bed, rolling them into a ball in the center of the bed.

>Your clothes, still bloody, were again left in the corner of the room.

>Maybe you should get new clothes.

>But clothes cost money and you have none.

>Memories bubble to the surface of clothes... made of water.

>You try to think back on how it happened, but you can't dig anything else from that memory, only that it happened.

>With a shake of your head you force those memories down and put your old clothes on.

"Well, might as well find someplace to wash them."

>With a sign you set out on a glorious quest.

>Wash your clothes.

>You have no idea how you might go about doing this.

>You then remember that there  is a manual washing machine at the CMC's club house.

>You don't think that they would mind you using it, Scootaloo would vouch for you.

>You set off towards Sweet Apple Acres for the CMC's club house.

>Upon arrival to their club house, you look around.

>You saw Apple Jack apple bucking with Big Macintosh.

>You take a deep breath and quickly strip down, filling the manual washing machine with water and soap before throwing your clothes in.

>You start to hum a soft tune to yourself as you scrub the blood out of your shirt against the wash board.

>"Mr. Anonymous."

>You hear someone speak up behind you.

>Her voice is strong, sure of its power and full of regal grace.

>Only one p0ny can talk like that.

"Princess Celestia."

>You don't turn around as you continue to wash your clothes.

>"I know who brought you here, but not the why. I don't like not knowing."

"Then you better get used to it Celestia. You took my father from me, so I will make his final wish come true, but don't worry. The Chaos has not taken me... yet."

>You hear Celestia trot around your wash basin, noting with a smile that she is slightly blushing at your nakedness.

>"The Chaos has you and you know it. I will let you stay in Equestria if, and only if, you tell me what you are doing here."

"Washing my clothes."

>You smile as you hold up your wet shirt, the caked on blood is only a slightly maroon streak down the front.

>"Mr. Anonymous. I will give you one final chance to answer me. Why. Are. You. Here."

>You look up at Celestia, you hold her stare.

"I am here to see Discords final wish played out. Once it happens, I will pack up and leave, putting myself in exile as I wander Equestria, spreading Chaos as I go."

>"I will NOT let that happen!"

>Celestia advances on you, her horn glowing.

"You cannot stop it from happening. Chaos will always be there."

>Her horn flashes a brilliant white and you feel your body tighten before relaxing.

>With a smile on your face you stand up and advance on her.

"You will not defeat me so long as Discords final wish has yet to be played out."

>You jab a finger against her chest, her shocked face staring at you.

>"How? How can one such as yourself negate my magic? How!?"

>Celestias voice has a tinge of fear in at as she withdraws a step.

>You smile at her as you turn around and go back to your laundry.

"Chaos my dear. Chaos."

>You start to whistle again as you rub your shirt against the washboard.

>Celestia vanishes in a flash of light and you start to laugh.

>This laugh is music to your ears, but to others it sounds terrible.

>The sound of Chaos can be so wonderful.

>Your laughter cuts off as soon as it begins and you go back to your laundry.

>You are so engrossed in your laundry that you don't hear the approaching laughter of the CMC's.

>The three fillies stop as they notice you, their laughter cut short.

>"Uh, Mr. Anonymous? What're you doing here?"

>Oh fuck.

>Why are they back?

>They are supposed to be in school.

>You decide to play it cool.

"Just my laundry, hope you girls don't mind."

>Scootaloo is the only one that is smiling, giggling even as she notices that you are naked.

>"Of course not Anon."

>Scootaloo speaks, her voice no longer stuttering over words.

>It seems she has finally gotten over her shyness.

>She is the only one of the three that trots up to you.

>She sits down next to you and leans in, kissing you on the cheek.

>Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom just stare in awe.

>The both of you ignore them as she rests her head on your shoulder and you get back to your laundry.

>Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom hang their heads and slowly trot their way into the club house.

>You feel Scootaloo getting warmer and warmer as she sits next to you.

>She continues to rest her head on your shoulder so you think nothing of it.

>Finishing your laundry, you decide to put it on wet, not really giving a shit as it will dry anyway.

>You smile at your handy work. The clothes have mostly returned to their normal color, a faint maroon splash streaking the front of it.

"Well Scootaloo. Do you want to do anything today?"

>"I-I feel funny."

>You notice that she is flushed.

>You press your hand against her forehead, noticing that she is breathing heavily.

>You look over her body, checking for any wounds.

>You spot it.

>There on her flank, a patch of read against her orange skin.

"Uh, Scootaloo, I think you hurt your flank."

>You point at the mark, not knowing what else it might be.

>An ear piercing 'Squee' breaks the silence of Sweet Apple Acres.

>"I GOT MY CUTIE MARK! I GOT MY CUTIE MARK! I GOT MY CUTIE MARK!"

>Scootaloo, while still flushed, is galloping circles around the tree house, shouting at the top of her lungs.

>Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle rush from the tree house, nearly tackling Scootaloo as they both strive to see her cutie mark.

>"Where is it!"

>"I'h canna see it!"

>Scootaloo stands still, her body quivering in excitement and the three of you get a good look at it.

>It appears to be a heart, a black swirl at the center of it.

>"What's it suppose' ta be?"

>"A... heart? Like a doctor or something?"

"It's love."

>You speak without thinking.

>You know that you are right, Scootaloo's cutie mark is one of love.

>Electricity races along your spine as the implications of this cutie mark might be.

>Your smile is almost as big as Scootaloo's.

>Discord will have his daughter.

>Apple Jack and Big Mac gallop over, hearing the screams and thinking the fillies might be in trouble.

>Rainbow Dash flies down, also having heard the screams.

>Apple Jack and Rainbow Dash spot you instantly, noticing your antler and horn.

>Rainbow Dash flies at you and knocks you to the ground.

>Apple Jack jumps over and pins you to the ground.

>Their actions do little to wipe the smile from your face.

>"Get off of him this instant!"

>Scootaloo jumps over, knocking the unprepared Apple jack from her spot pinning you to the ground.

>"What in tar-nation are you doing, Scootaloo?"

>"Anony and I are in love, he is why I got my cutie mark and you won't take him from me!"

>The fire in her eyes is enough to make even Big Mac take a few steps back.

>Rainbow Dash lands next to her sister.

>"Wh-what do you mean, 'in love?'"

>Scootaloo moves to stand at your side and you sit up, still smiling.

>The only thought that keeps playing through your head is that Discord will have his daughter.

>The p0nies argue for some time, you pay attention to none of it, other than to place a hand on Scootaloos back.

>Soon everyp0ny disperses and you and Scootaloo are left alone.

>She turns and looks up at you with her big violet eyes.

>You can't help but wonder what color eyes Discord's daughter will have.

>You place a hand on Scootaloos muzzle and pull her is close for a kiss.

>You break the kiss and sit back, looking off into the setting sun, and the image of a certain rising sunset coming back into memory.

>"A-anon.... I-I don't feel so w-well."

>You look over at her, worry and elation battling across your face.

"What? I'm sure you'll be fine."

>You reach over and pick her up, placing her in your lap and together the two of you watch the sunset.

>She feels incredibly hot to the touch, but you don't care.

>This is it.

>Discords daughter will be here soon.

>Scootaloo struggles against you and you let her go.

>You watch her as she walks down to the near by pond and takes a slow drink.

>Suddenly she straightens out.

>Her body locking itself into position, staring straight ahead.

>To anyone else, she would just look like she was focusing really hard on something.

>To your Chaos changed eyes, you see it.

>A baby Draconequus lifting its arms above its head and yawning.

>The baby Draconequus seems to step from Scootaloos body, take a few wobbling steps before falling to the ground, curling in a ball of scales and drifting off to sleep.

>With tears in your eyes you gently collect the baby Draconequus and take her into the CMC's tree house.

>Wrapping her in blankets, you return to Scootaloo.

>Placing a hand on her shoulder, you notice that she has returned to a normal temperature.

>With this, the birth of a new Draconequus a small bit of Chaos spreads and the sun rises, after having just set.

"I'm sorry Scootaloo. I cannot love you, I have to watch out for Discords daughter."

>You look down at her form and notice that she appears... washed out.

"Scootaloo?"

>You get down on your knees and look into her eyes.

>Empty is the only word that can describe them.

>You place your hands on either side of her face and attempt to shake her out of it.

>Nothing you do elicits any form of movement from the filly.

>You think back to what Discord said.

>"A Draconequus is born of... oh how do I word this.... Feelings?"

>When a Draconequus was born, did they take those feelings with them?

>Has Discords daughter taken Scootaloo's love with her?

>A life without love for a p0ny with a cutie mark of love.

>That is no life, and apparently her mind agreed with you.

>Scootaloo has been left as a husk.

>An unfeeling, unthinking husk.

>Tears are streaming down your face as you go back to the CMC's tree house.

>You smash a pane of glass, noticing that your hand is fine even though it should be cut, even slightly.

>Taking a piece of glass in your hand, you return to Scootaloo's washed out body.

"Good bye Scootaloo, I'm at least glad you got some happiness before you left."

>You place the glass against her throat.

>Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, you drag the glass across her throat.

>Her body hardly moves as you slice her open.

>Warm blood seeps from the wound, her small heart working harder to pump the blood to her brain, not knowing that it will only kill her faster.

>Tha---thump.

>You throw the glass into the pond and press your forehead against hers.

>Tha------thump.

>You run your hand through her mane one last time.

>Tha---------thump.

>Her heart pumps for the last time, forcing one last spurt of blood out her wound.

>Her knees, locked in their position, hold the filly upright.

"I wish you well on your journey."

>You reach up and close Scootaloo's eyes for the last time.

>Kissing her cheek you lift her into your arms and walk out into the pond.

>Kneeling down, you set her body in the shallow water, though it covers her body easily.

>Wiping the tears from your eyes, you turn and look back at the tree house.

>She needs a name.

>You rub your chin, spreading some blood around.

>You smile to yourself as you think of a name.

"Eris. Her name is Eris."