From the discopie fic i'm working on, an excerpt:
Before she knew what she was doing, she was returning Discord’s kiss, leaning into it just as he had leaned into her hand earlier. Her lips parted just enough to feel the outline of his smile against her mouth, and he pressed his advantage, bringing his other arm around her waist and kissing harder. Pinkie moaned as she felt his overgrown fang scrape the corners of her mouth, and she arched into him, feeling the blush rise up her throat and over her cheeks.
His lips were warm and far softer than she’d have ever expected, but there was a hardness to his kiss as well; a focus and intensity not often associated with the hedonistic spirit of chaos. As she kissed him, it felt to her like she was chasing after that intensity; trying to draw it out and pin it down and envelop it all at once. It felt somehow different than any other kiss she’d had yet to experience in her young life. Kisses were usually fluffy, soft things, full of sugar and giggles and fun and only skin deep. This kiss asked and took and gave away, and invited you to depths unexplored.
AN: fun with underlighting, and a return to their coronation outfits :3