Rape ALL the mares

Pyrus face-hoofed, breathing in deeply, and slowly letting out a plume of smoke from his nose, before gritting his razor sharp teeth, as sparks popped up from his wings, molten cracks once more running up his legs as he growled out from his throat.

“Yes. Thank you so very much for that suggestion! It's not like I'm trapped in a damn ice fortress! It's not like the only other pony here is my brother! It's not like we can't go out to satisfy our urgings without being found by a pair of immortal sisters who raise the sun and moon every bucking day! Really, thank you, I absolutely needed to be reminded that I haven't gotten any in ALMOST A THOUSAND YEARS!!!" Shouted Pyrus, pulling his hoof down from his face as his eyes glowed blood red and his wings set aflame, molten cracks of glowing fire running up his legs to his chest, iron armor once again boiling and molten on his fur.

Cryon brought his front-right hoof up to in front of his mouth and cleared his throat slightly, before putting it back down on the floor, looking to you with a calm expression.

“Your suggestion to us on negative action to increase the turbulence of this realm is noted, and due to the risk associated with it, discarded. Now are there any questions about the Star of Woe and our subject?”

• Give the chosen these items

Give the chosen armour that can only be pierced by the most powerful of attacks.

Give the chosen a sword imbued with an inraged and insane windigo so that the can unleash it in combat.

Give the chosen a third eye so that he can predict the immediate future.

Give the chosen four marks:

The mark of Khorne his will give him a magical resistance and unmatched bloodlust.

The mark of Tzeentch his will give the chosen an unholy barrier if the armour is pierced.

The mark on Nurgle his will make the chosen's body bloated with disease,pestilence and rot but will allow him to feel no pain.

The mark of Slaanesh his will give him speed and finesse unmatched in all things.

Give the chosen a steed of great power so that the chosen can ride it into battle.

Give the chosen a crown that will inbolden your allies and strike terror into the hearts of your enemies.

Six Treasures shall be his Mark. Forged from the Other World, six treasures shall he Possess.

Upon his head the Crown shall see all, and Open Eye will prove woe to mortal kind.

Then shall he ride unto the world. Here will be Two united unto One.

And five shall be the armies of Doom. Then will the world know that the Last War has begun.

With the coming of doom will march a lowly boy. Anger shall be his nourishment and blood his wine.

And from the land tamed will rise a champion. Disease shall be his downfall and savior divine.

A King's son shall be the Chosen. In power will he thrive and glory in his name.

And with the coming of the End of Times, the Old will fall by the Hand of the New.

“… what?” Spoke Pyrus, raising his right eyebrow in confusion, eyes no longer glowing and molten cracks receding, wings turning red and the flames dying down, sparks still jutting up from the feathers. Pyrus turned his confused gaze to Cryon, the frozen colt raising his right-front hoof up and coughing into it slightly, before responding in a calm manner.

“Your enthusiasm is appreciated, as is your religious zealotry servant of Chaos. Unfortunately we are unable to summon forces from other realms. If we could summon such forces we would do so, instead-"

"Instead of putting all our bits on an untried whelp who looks like an anorexic bum." Interjected Pyrus bluntly.

"Precisely." Stated Cryon simply, giving a slight nod.

"As for the question of artifacts to gift to aforementioned bum, the dark relics we were able to seed through the realm have been either locked up, or destroyed, by Celestia and her forces."

"Including the bucking Alicorn Amulet! Do you have any idea how close we came with that one!? That crazy mare imprisoned a whole town over a damn grudge match! An arrogant bitch with all that power and a superiority complex, she was right on her way to being a proper threat and-"

"Ahem." Spoke Cryon, interrupting his brother's rant with a pointed gaze, before looking back to you.

"As my brother states the loss of the Alicorn Amulet was a major blow, and the last legitimate artifact we had in circulation. I assure you however that the Star of Woe is more than capable of turning this "untried whelp" as my brother puts it, into a legitimate threat to all things emotionally positive. He will simply require proper guidance to it's wielding." Spoke Cryon, with a slight nod.

What is the limit on mutations, and what do you mean by mutations? Also, I'd like to see him go stir shit up in las pegasus.

"Finally a bucking question! Thank you otherworldly voice number three!" Spoke Pyrus, as he stepped forward, molten iron hoofguards causing the ice to melt into puddles beneath his hooves...

"I've got this one brother." He responded, Cryon giving a simple nod of ascent and stepping to the side, as Pyrus turned his gaze directly to you with a confident smirk.

"Mutations are physical changes to a pony. But not that cheap unicorn transformation spell bullshit. That feeds off of magic to keep up the change, and lasts about as long as a colt sitting on his bed, dick in hooves, clopping to a poster of Celestia. Or maybe Luna with all the popularity she's gotten... Treacherous bitch... ... Anyways, a mutation doesn't need magic to keep itself going beyond basic biological necessities, and is there FOREVER unless something actively removes it. For example, what I just did with my ears was a mutation." He spoke, wiggling them slightly before continuing.

"I altered their internal design to be able to pick up the quantum vibrations made through interdimensional boundaries when you creepy shits talk. A minor mutation tweaking a few core pieces. Now watch this." He spoke, closing his eyes for a moment, his horn glowing red... For a moment nothing happened... and then bones shot out of his wings, showering the ice with blood as they arched down and the sharp tips of the eight bone appendages struck into the ice. Black molten metal creeped up the bone, encasing the eight legs in iron as Pyrus's knees cracked, and then broke with a-

SNAP!

Each turning up at the knee, iron blades jutting out from them with a-

SCHLICK!

As the black metal surged out of the skin, and Pyrus's body was raised up on eight black metal legs, jutting from his back between the feathers of his wings, his hooves now flexing and bending every-which way with blades jutting out from them. Pyrus's jaw cracked, and grew wider, as he opened his mouth to show another row of razor-sharp teeth, and a long red tongue with a black metal spike at the end, jutting out, flicking up and down and to the sides as he looked up to you, grinning wide with his eyes glowing red... He chuckled with a warped hissing voice, before folding his tongue back into the recesses of his mouth, and speaking with glee.

"And THIS is a major mutation! Hahahahaha! And this nothing, NOTHING, compared to the true horrors I can unleash!!!" Shouted Pyrus, before giggling like a mad-mare, the black metal blades jutting back into his hooves as the legs let him down, jaw cracking back into place as blood pooled out of his mouth, second row of teeth retracting back in as the metal legs receded back into his back, wings reforming and stretching out, as he stood once more as an alicorn, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Mmmm. Haven't had reason to do that in a long time... Forgot how good it felt..." He spoke, chuckling softly before shaking his head, and looking back up to you with a glint in his eye, and flashing a razor-sharp grin.

"Anyways, mutations run the gamut. It can be as simple as puffing up your muscles or as complicated as eliminating your need to eat. But either way they alter a pony's biology, their most intimate and basic structure... And the Star of Woe will let you play with this little shit's genetics like a cat with a yarn ball." Stated Pyrus with a grin as he cocked his head back over his left shoulder towards the unconscious blank flank stallion.

"The Star forces advanced mutations in it's host. These mutations tend to be rapid in the initial stages, and can actually cause a lot of pain to the subject... heheheheh... Fun to watch. Biology will compensate to keep them from killing him though." Continued Pyrus, before snapping to you with a glare.

"Now listen up, this shit's important. The Star of Woe doesn't mutate on simple desires, like 'I wish I had a lizard tail' or, 'if I had a second penis that'd be awesome'. What it does is alter the host's body based on the PERCEPTION of his self and what he thinks is needed. What the host sees himself as, what the host thinks he needs to do to survive, and the path he pursues as his true calling, are all open doors to mutation. And the mutations that develop do so to serve these perceptions. So if he sees himself as a dragon, he'll start shedding fur and growing scales. If he wants more than anything else to burn down the Everfree, he might start breathing fire, and if he thinks he needs to eat pony flesh to survive, he'll probably develop a set of these babies!" Said Pyrus with a laugh, chomping his razor teeth together, showing them off with a glint in his eye, before glowering to you once more.

"Anyway, while there is no hard and fast limit to mutations it takes longer to develop new ones the more mutations he's already gone through. I can develop multiple mutations at once because I AM A BUCKING BOSS. He isn't. And if he stops thinking he needs something, or meets the qualifications of how he sees his true self, then the star will stop pursuing another mutation for him. By the way, it counts minor and major mutations as the same! It doesn't differentiate between beefing up his muscles or growing him a second head. So for the sake of all that is unholy and damned, make your initial mutations COUNT! Convince him that he needs to be scary! That he needs to be bad! That he needs to be evil! And DON'T convince him that he needs an extra couple inches on his dick just because! Got it?!" Shouted Pyrus, before turning and stomping away, muttering under his breath as Cryon moved back in front of you, giving a slight nod as he picked up where his brother left off.

"Indeed. And we would greatly enjoy watching him cause havoc in Las Pegasus. We hope to see him cause terror and misery in all of Equestria. However that is not where we will be sending him." Stated Cryon firmly, as he brought his front-left hoof up and motioned to the unconscious stallion.

"The initial stages of the Star of Woe's influence are very important, and rely on the subject being unstable and unsettled. While a change from Manehatten to Las Pegasus would do that to a degree, both cities belong to Celestia. Nopony will try to kill him in either. The environment change needs to contain extreme threats to the subject's health to induce proper pattern-breaking reactions, and increase influence of outside forces, namely yourselves. Things must be trying to kill him. And unfortunately, only one place remains where we have a 99% probability of a legitimate and active threat to the subject's survival. The Everfree Forest." Spoke Cryon, giving a calm nod of self-affirmation.

"The forest's violent environment will enable darker suggestions to take precedence over pre-formed social patterns. In addition, it will allow for defining mutations that may inhibit attempts at readapting into pony society, furthering alienation and disrupting potential reasons to end negative actions against Equestria. The forest will prepare the subject to cause harm. Once prepared, he may be guided to cause havoc and ruin all over Equestria. We wish you the best of luck in insuring this." Stated Cryon with a nod.

"I accept the assignment, Cryon and Pyrus. It will be in my own interests to help darken Equestria, and I sense you are kindred spirits to myself. It will be my utmost pleasure to aid you.

"However, I have a few clarifying questions to ask. First, I echo Total-Eclipse in wondering how precisely these mutations might work. Secondly, I would like to know if Celestia and Luna might be able to affect us if they notice us. If so, I will need to make... preparations. Finally, I would like some clarification on the technological advances in Equestria at the moment. I know you have coal-powered trains and rudimentary cinema technology at the very least, as the Homebranch of Equestria does. But is this one of those offshoot Equestrias with enhanced technology, and if so, to what extent? Comparable to Halo tech, perhaps? Or perhaps more along the lines of steampunk culture? This will be crucial to knowing how best to guide our young minion. Can't very well have him build a suit of power armor if there is no concept of such in this Equestria.

"In conclusion, I look forward to working with you and assure you that I will do my utmost to keep this young colt firmly within the dark side."

"Huh, a polite one." Spoke Pyrus, raising his eyes slightly with approval then looking over to Cryon.

"This one's all yours bro." He spoke, Cryon giving a slight nod in return then looking back up to you with a calm gaze, bringing his front-right hoof up over his chest and bowing forward slightly.

"Thank you for your acceptance and aid. We are deeply grateful for your assistance." Spoke Cryon calmly, before straightening up once more, bringing his right-hoof down to the ice and speaking.

"As for the problem of the Princesses, they are unlikely to notice your presence. Watchers have observed them and many other ponies over the millennia, and they have not responded to this observation. If somehow they do learn of you, there is very little they can do to you directly..." Stated Cryon before hesitating a moment, and continuing.

"There is however a possibility that they may cut the connection with the host... If that happens, it may be extremely difficult to reestablish. If the Star of Woe is expelled in that time, entirely impossible. While not a great risk, and highly unlikely, it is well within their power if they figure out how. Tread cautiously should the host encounter the Princesses."

"As for the technology level..." Continued Cryon, bringing his front-right hoof up to scratch his chin slightly.

"In my observations of outside realms I have noted that there are drastic differences between our technological progression and those of other realms. Ours lacks uniformity, so it is difficult to describe... Nopony has a television set or internet, messages are sent by mail. Complex computers and scientific equipment exist for research recording purposes, but cannot be used for simple calculations such as would be done with an abacus. Militarily the Equestrian army is medieval-styled with spears and hooves, with a heavy reliance on magic. There are the occasional surprises however as gunpowder based cannons, and more recently steam-powered tanks, can be called into use in extreme situations." Cryon sighed a bit and put his hoof back down onto the ice.

"Technologically speaking, I would suppose that the best way to describe it is that things were developed as needed. Stallions didn't want to pull trains so they created steam engines. Pegasus messengers could deliver letters quickly enough so rapid communication was never required. Ponies are social and productive animals who find their life's objective quickly, so inactive social entertainment such as the T.V. was never required, basic projectors meeting cinema entertainment needs. Medical treatment is very advanced however, and there are surprisingly sophisticated machines that appear from time to time, almost out of place. That is unfortunately the best I am currently able to do in conveying the technological setting. My apologies." Stated Cryon, with a slight nod of his head, before a-

"Uuugggghhhh..." Came from the unconscious stallion, causing both alicorns to turn their gazes to the moaning blank flank shivering on the ground...

"... We need to wrap this up." Stated Pyrus, looking to Cryon with an urgent glare as Cryon turned his unflinching gaze to you as well.

"Quite. We will have to apply the Star before he awakes. Ask any more necessary questions now."

"And make them bucking count! The first twenty-four hours of occupation are vital so you'd better know what you're doing when you get in his noggin!" Snapped Pyrus, leveling a glare at you as he and his brother waited for any last questions.

Author's Notes:

(Next chapter is where you start playing with the life of the kidnapped pony not important enough for the bad guys to learn his name! And hopefully turn him into a weapon to be wielded against all of Equestria! Good luck... Celestia's been winning every round so far...)