“You’re kidding, right?”
She shook her head, smile widening.
“A thousand years of chaos? Mass destruction of ponydom? Ring any bells?”
She considered it a moment, shrugged and continued smiling.
“Master of Trickery? Lord of Misery?”
“You’ve freed me…knowing all this…for what?”
”My tea party ran out of chocolate milk,” the tiny filly replied.
“Your…tea party…ran out of chocolate milk?”
“Yessum, Mr. Discord, sir.”
“Tea party…chocolate milk…”
“Please, Mr. Discord. Pleeeeeeease.”
“Oh, fine!” the draconequus declared, the smile on his snaggle-toothed face a mismatch for his harsh tone as he snapped his fingers. “But I best get the nice cup and not Mrs. Higglebottoms. I mean, look at her hair, it’s positively dreadful. The nerve of her to attend a social function.”
The filly watched as the world spun about them, the grassy gardens becoming a posh dining chamber carved from a candy store. She watched in awe as chocolate began to drizzle down from the ceiling tapestry, formed of pure spun cotton candy.
“But, I suppose, exceptions will be made,” Discord presumed as he took a look sip of tea, his chimeric form now dressed to the sixes and sevens in Canterlot’s finest as imagined by some deranged sugarsmith.
The filly cheered, hugging her sugary dress around her.
“I do say, my dear little pony, we will have to talk about expanding your guest list.”
It was going to be a the best tea party ever!
Aww, this is almost sweet. I like how Discord seems to develop a soft spot for the nameless filly who knows nothing of his dastardly reputation, who only knows that the draconequus is a fine source of chocolate milk. He makes her dreams come true, even if his last line points to that same dream possibly becoming a nightmare for others. A very nice little story.