Stronger than Chaos

The terrain has changed dramatically. At first glance, it was the same sharp rocks, beach, and tidal waves, but inwardly everything was different, malevolent and menacing. Even when changing the world into something unimaginable, Discord did not touch its bright and safe core. He just couldn't do it other way... Draconequus soared into the air and hovered over the sea, watching the waves for a few seconds. Then he tore a hair out of his beard and snapped it in half, and at the same moment a whirlpool below appeared. Ocean water began to move aside, exposing the bottom. Thousand-year-old spirit shuddered and cried out in horror. Entire bottom was covered with bodies of ponies in varying degrees of decomposition. Some were overgrown with coral and seaweed, some had been bitten by fish and torn apart by sharks, but some were still relatively intact, though swollen from drowning. In a rage, Discord flung himself down to the bottom, scattering dust, stones, and bones. Only a few monsters would dare attack ponies, and most importantly, kill them - most of equestrian creatures were magical, after all, and they didn't have to kill anyone. So all his suspicions had been confirmed - his Chaos rival was far more dangerous than he had imagined. It become suddenly even darker than it had been before, bluish gloom covered everything. Looking up, Discord saw that the waters had closed over his head, leaving him trapped in a dome of air. Now Discord was truly afraid - not only had he encountered a creature that was not averse to killing defenseless creatures, but It had also been able to do away with his powers. The dome was beginning to shrink, water pressing against its invisible walls, and rivulets of water had already begun to trickle between the bodies, streaks that had crept like blue ribbons to the Discord's paws. With an exasperated sigh, Discord snapped its talons to teleport to the surface, but nothing happened. Discord grunted and clicked a second and third time, again to no effect. Draconequus went to the water wall, which he could already reach with his paw, but recoiled from it as a dark shadow moved quickly behind. With a snarl of indignation, angered both at his enemy and at his own cowardice, Discord leapt into the air - and then fell, nearly drowning in the water. This was too much! Since when does he need to breathe?! At that moment, water suddenly rushed to the draconequus, throwing up and spinning dead bodies in a whirlwind of bubbles, torn-off algae and bottom mud. Discord managed to take a deep breath before the water touched his fur and scales and he hung in a water near the bottom. Now he couldn't breathe... it was so strange to him. The slow, sleepy whirling of objects around almost mesmerized Discord. But he got himself under control and pulled up, overcoming the resistance of the smooth, lapping water. Unfortunately, unknown enemy that lurked in the darkness knew where the airless draconequus would go. Discord had noticed a resistance that seemed to prevent him from rising. Puffing out his cheeks in indignation, Discord flapped his wings, breaking free and rising sharply from the trap, hurrying toward the surface that was beginning to call to his body. The strange feeling in chest became more noticeable. It was warm, dry, and slightly swollen, causing bubbles to slide out of his nose. Discord rose... but the enemy again saw the moment. Octopus-like tendril appeared directly behind the muzzle, over the shoulder. It wrapped itself around the startled draconequus' neck - not choking, but pulling him down and back. Discord gave a short cry of horror as the water turned the cry into a plaintive, bubbling moan. With a lion's paw, draconicus pulled the tentacle away from his neck, but it snaked and flowed farther, reaching the bottom of his jaw and tickling under his cheek. Opening his eyes wide, Discord involuntarily smiled, snorting with laughter and releasing a whole bunch of bubbles through his teeth, which immediately made his chest feel warmer. Discord tried to fight back with his other forelimb, but another tentacle wrapped itself gracefully around it, its tip raking the ribs on its side and armpits. The third, entwined with draconequus' tail, crawled from between his hind legs to the pubis to the bottom of the tense tummy. Draconequus bucked, then again and again, giving in to the tickle. Tentacles, pressing against the body or streaming over it, stirred Discord in the most unexpected and, as it turned out, very vulnerable places. He tried to fend off the tentacle at the muzzle, but it rolled over his palm and climbed up again under the male's beard. Another one lay between his wings, slid gently down his back, and suddenly touched its tip to the base of his wings, sending a pleasant electric wave through his body. The creature didn't seem to threaten the prisoner, on the contrary, it caressed him affably, but Discord's body became more and more uncomfortable. Heat poured from his chest, through his trembling limbs, and into his dizzy head. The stuffiness was no longer like an unventilated room, but like a stone bag where Sombra would cram the objectionable in. But bubbles from the rounded nostrils... transparent and shiny, Pinky would have liked them! They looked so clean, but they were hot and stuffy. The fourth tentacle traced the most sensitive spot, the curve up the hoof. It tickled, squeezed the blood flow a little, wrapped around. A fifth trailed over the heel of a scaly paw, rubbed its way up his foot to the palm of his hand. Discord felt weak. His body, previously was able to do without air, but that moment the lack of oxygen began to affect all systems of the body. Heart was pounding less, lungs were constricting painfully, head began to feel foggy, and throat felt tight... Discord wanted to quench - not important what, air, water... If only he could get rid of pain. With a whimper, draconequus lunged, but to no avail, for the tentacles did not respond to his thrashing, only continued to tickle, sending prickly bolts all over his body. This excited him, making him twitch uncontrollably even in spite of his weakness. Discord could not control this Chaos... he was it, and it both mesmerized and terrified him. A heavy, oppressive fear of death pierced his soul. In the past, Discord had always survived, even when turned into a statue. But now... he was drowning, gurgling the last bubbles out of his chest as a tentacle with soft, raised suckers stroked his compressed stomach. Tension in his chest was growing. Although the tickle sometimes pushed the desire for air aside, Discord knew that it would not last long. Enemy too strong for him could do whatever he wanted to do, and there was no way to defeat it in this position - wrapped in tentacles, burning without air, and twitching with tickling. Draconequus was completely helpless - and his opponent could feel it, which made all of his appendages move in an instant, tickling the Discord at a furious pace! Tentacles reached between the fur, scratched the scales, poked under the feathers, and pressed on the webbing - all at once! Discord itself writhed like a chaotic tentacle, like the ones that contentedly stroked his head and nose, tossed ears back and forth, wiped his horns and traced a median line from his collarbone to his navel, twirled in it and slid down between his thighs. Draconequus spun in the arms of the tentacles, trembling all over, wishing only that this torment would finally be over, for the Chaos spirit's powerful mind was clouded by an impenetrable haze that made it impossible for him to think straight. Suddenly the tentacles stroking the cock of the Draconequus with one touch knocked out Discord, turning him into a toy of a lustful monster. They pressed on the scrotum, climbed up the rod to the tip, stroked it... For some reason, the choking made the pleasure even more intense. Discord couldn't stand it and let out a sigh, then bent over, losing the last vesicles and sperm.