Chapter one: Chosen Champion of Equestria

A young man named Bellator Nadeem( نديم ) Havoc layed in bed, frustrated. He’d been on a raid recently and pulling the bullets out had hurt. He was seventeen years old, yet in his world you were a man once you turned fourteen. Surviving as long as he had was an accomplishment. He had fought in brutal street battles punching, stabbing, kicking, and tearing his way to victory. He had participated in terrifying open warfare, charging through artillery barrages, virtual walls of gunfire, and wave after wave of foot soldiers, he’d even killed a few tanks. He’d fought in open woodland and dense jungle, slashing through foliage, impaling enemies into trees, shooting men and women at point blank distance, even crushing them them against trees or rocks at times. He’d fought on a scorching desert, digging desperately through sand, charging blindly through sandstorms, and suffocating foes in the burning terrain. He’d fought in a lake, underwater combat was difficult and brutal, drowning was an easy way to die with a gaping hole in you, worse were the predators. He’d leapt from a plane without a parachute in a nearly suicidal assault on a fortress, landing on an enemy soldier and crushing him on impact, his armor deflected bullets as he charged wildly hacking and firing in a berserker frenzy, he and his psychotic comrades were deployed to soften up the foe for the land based assault, in addition to wreaking havoc and sowing terror amongst the unprepared foe.

He’d come home and continued his education, earned in his blood, sweat, and tears of pain. Now after a year of school he was bored and agitated. Nobody would fight the towering berzerker, no-one was willing to challenge the war hero. School work was just not occupying enough, it was too easy. As he layed in the bed he had claimed in the home he had bought for his mother he reflected on his life. He decided that missed the fast paced violence. Then he went into his usual deep, dreamless slumber.

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In a cool dark room sat three equines. The walls were smooth granite, the floor was covered with a soft maroon carpet, and cut gems of every color glittered from their places, embedded in the walls and ceiling. One equine was smaller than the others, with lavender fur, large eyes with purple irises, a short and blunt spiraled horn poked out of a purple mane with a streak of light purple and pink going down the center. Her name was Twilight Sparkle and she was obviously a unicorn, her cutie mark was a red six pointed star with six smaller stars surrounding it between the points.

Another was larger than her, but with a slimmer profile, but still smaller than the the other. She possessed deep blue fur, a mane that was as dark as the night sky that moved despite the lack of wind, similarly large eyes with irises that were blue on their upper half to teal on the bottom half, long and powerful wings positioned behind her shoulders, the feathers of her wings were colored like her fur, and a long sharp horn . She was an alicorn and her name was Luna, she was the younger sister of the third and co-princess. She wore diamond horseshoes that flared upwards at the front, a black torq that displayed a white crescent moon on its front on her chest, and a black tiara behind her horn with three flares on its front that stuck out of her mane, her cutie mark was a crescent moon surrounded by blackness and the blackness covered her haunches.

The third was larger than the others and slim like Luna. Her fur was white like snow, her wings massive and proportionally large, her feathers were as white as her fur, her sharp horn was longer than than her sister’s by far, her thin irises were purple, and her long flowing mane was blue, green, pink, and purple that faded by its distance from her head. Her name was Celestia and she too was an alicorn. She wore a gold torc with a four sided purple gem embedded in the center, gold horseshoes that flared at their fronts, and a three pointed gold tiara that flared at its front, the side points were shorter than the central flare that had a purple gem embedded near its base, her cutie mark was a golden sun with curved dark gold blades representing the its rays.

Princess Celestia strained slightly, small beads of sweat dripped down her ivory coat, the spell was taxing. Luna too strained, aiding her sister in the complex spell. Twilight sparkle most loyal protege of the magnificent princess Celestia sat by recording everything on a lengthy scroll, it had been decided that this feat of magic absolutely had to be recorded for future generations. The spell in question was simply known as the savior spell, it was designed to reach across time, space, even alternate dimensions in order to bring an individual that meets the caster(s)’s specific requirements. This was a spell created and cast in desperation, created to bring or even create a necessary entity.

Equestria was at war, it seemed almost every nation had suddenly turned against it. Opposing cults , the gryphon nation of Boreas, the minotaurs of Taurus Minos, the war-like ponies of Scandineighvia, The Alliance of Dragon Coalitions (or A.D.C.), the diamond dogs of Earth Growl, even the wolves of Lupusland to name a few. Even with the aid of its numerous allies Equestria cannot fight so many, though few of their foes have allies. Indeed a number of Equestria’s enemies are in turn enemies to each other, for example: the wolves of Lupusland assault diamond dogs on sight regardless of affiliation, apparently there are some deep rifts between the two species based on genetics and religion.

Desperation had driven them to utilize the savior spell because while it did bring what was requested, it was impossible to account for everything and despite the name what was called may well be a monster worse than all their enemies combined. In truth that was the most likely result seeing as the harsh environment that produced their champion would almost certainly turn it into a monster if it wasn’t born one. But as they say, desperate times call for measures and sometimes a monster is just what you need.

With a whimper Celestia dropped as Luna let out a sigh of relief.

“Celestia!” Twilight cried as she rushed over to her teacher, notes still gripped in her telekinesis.” Are you alright?”

“Yes Twilight, I’ll be alright... I just need to rest.” She said exhaustedly from her place on the floor.

“Was the spell a success?” Twilight ventured.

“Indeed fair Twilight Sparkle, it was. I only hope we haven’t made the situation worse than it already is.” Luna replied, surprising Twilight.
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Time: Nine hours since Savior Spell
Location: somewhere in the Everfree Forest
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Havoc awoke with a groan and looked around, then closed his eyes again. After a moment’s passage they snapped open and he reared up, his heavy armor slowing him. He looked about, burnt pieces of his bed and blackened grass surrounding him. He was suddenly glad that he had chosen to sleep in his armor, surrounded by his equipment, rather than enjoy the comfort of his soft and massive bed. He stood and kicked his gear to the side with a shining sabaton(foot armor, in this case titanium boots), and looked about taking deep slow breaths. Suddenly he felt nauseous, he fell to his poleyns(knee plates) and gripped his scale armored stomach. He snarled as he fought the compulsion, then took one final deep breath. His right gauntlet slammed into the ground, his head tilted to face it, he let out a roar that expelled all his breath.

Then after that epic roar he ejected a stream of foul acidic bile, mixed with it were streaks of black, yellow, green, and red. In addition to the contents of his stomach, years of built up pollutants and mucus generated in his lungs were released. Both leukemia he had picked up after being trapped at sea without a boat for a week and a half, and his body’s defense mechanism to to combat the extensive pollution of the cities and insane tactics (such as charging down the fire wreathed, smoke belching doorway of a burning megatank to kill the survivors, in tattered Ustulo Lux standard gear) he employed were the cause of the inevitably fatal buildup of mucus in his lungs. Said tactics, and city living were also the cause of the pollutants trapped within him.

He was purging because he was experiencing something he’d never had in his entire life, steady inhalation of clean air. Everywhere he’d been the air was either toxic or full of vapor, and his armor couldn’t filter out what was already in him. His blood was tainted with rust, poison, lead, and diseases gained in foreign lands, his stomach with the residue of things not fit for human consumption, and even his bones were tainted. Rust and lead had infiltrated those too in places where great strength or unfortunate accuracy had penetrated the flesh deeply. He was soon to be healthier than he had been in his entire life for even the womb was polluted, resulting in his gigantism and heightened aggression.

After releasing all the toxins his body could release through his mouth he pushed off of the burnt soil, and spat copiously before falling backwards to catch his breath. He layed there for a short time before crawling over to his helmet. He grasped it by the jaw flaps and ran a finger up between the eyes until he hit a groove, he pressed into it. A faint glow emitted from the eye plates. He lifted it and placed it around his head, he lifted his thin gorget(neck plate) and clicked the connectors into the jaw plate.

He then said,”Link armor.” He heard the quiet sound of machinery moving as the helmet connected to the rest of the armor.

“Activate armor.” He then heard a low hum as the rest of the armor activated and lights on his cuirass (chest/breastplate) came to life. He made a low hiss as needles plunged into ports implanted into his flesh, his arms, spine, legs, chest, and back, designed to link his body to his armor for increased control and to connect his body to its power supply: his electricity generating body. In that he generated electricity he was not unique as many lifeforms generate electricity including man, he was unique because he had implants designed to take advantage of this and feed machinery with the right part to plug into him, making him a walking generator that comes with its own outlets.

“Search channels for nearest Al’hira military, civilian, or other station.” He commanded. He heard static as it searched.

“Error, no connection.” He eventually heard a mechanical voice reply.

“Search for any active channel.”

“Error no connection” He heard immediately.

He thought for a moment, there were connections almost anywhere. He’d been assured by technicians, sorcerers, and alchemists alike that the magic of the ancients pervaded most of the world. If there was no connection then that meant there was no magic communication system and that was nearly impossible.

“Turn off communicator” He commanded, annoyed by the static. Immediately it stopped. He gathered up his gear in silence. Grenades went into specially designed clips, as did his huge rifle, ammunition containers, pistol, shotgun, machine gun, sheathed knife, double headed axe, and the sheath for his machete. All of his equipment was giant sized, seeing as he was what was known as a “seven footer” by his people, this was actually necessary. He held his machete with the tip towards the ground as he stood still.

“Activate scent sensors, halt filtration.” He said and once more he smelled the world. He smelled equine flesh and something sweet mixed with other confusing scents. He turned to where the smell was strongest and began walking, the lack of human scent did not surprise or worry him. Often the smell of humans was masked by the filth and dirt covering them, and even if there weren’t there was still food and possibly a means of regaining his connection to the web as his people called the magic that connected their communicators. They did not know why it worked, however they knew how to repair some of the land bound connectors. They’d no idea why much of their technology worked only how to make it work, apparently the magic of the ancients would take much time decipher.

He wandered for roughly half an hour, he then heard something that terrified him. A massive growl, the bass of it making his flesh ripple in his armor. He turned to his left and saw something huge. An enormous leonine creature, its fur was dark gold, its mane black, its wings massive and red with blood flowing through them, its black chitinous tail was like a scorpions. He looked into its eyes and saw they had no irises, by the gods it reminded him of the one he’d seen in that show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic(tm)! The difference being the coloration and size, this one made that one look like a kitten, clearly Fluttershy had not just been using baby-talk when she called it a baby.

This thing looked like it could take down an average tank. Knowing that due to its size there was no way for him to outrun it, the trees, massive as they are, are too widely spaced to inhibit it motion sufficiently, and there was no way climbing would save him from something that could obviously fly, and there were no holes of proper size/conveniently placed bunkers in sight, fighting was his only chance. He charged at it and when he came within range, leaped at it with inhuman speed granted by magic/mechanical muscles in his armor. He was swiftly batted away with a paw bigger than he was. He went flying for some time hitting a tree and proving that the little guys rarely win by tearing through it and within seconds slamming into a much larger tree that stopped his impromptu midair directional change. He slid down with a groan and felt his cuirass, a wide but shallow dent decorated it, adding to the numerous scars it already bore.

He stood and gripped the broken tree seconds before the manticore arrived to finish off its prey, it looked surprised to see him standing up but growled and pressed its attack. He rushed towards it pointing the jagged end of it at the manticore like a lance, it swiped at him but he leaped past it, surprising the manticore. It received another surprise in the form of a tree trunk getting lodged in its right eye. It roared and smashed the tree into two very uneven pieces. He fell as the tree he now called Lance was torn in two. He hopped back up and pointed Lance’s leafy end at the angry manticore, who tore off half of its branches. He pulled back and charged once more, the manticore tore out more of Lance’s branches and Havoc leaped off the paw to slam Lance's base into the log in the manticore’s eye driving it deeper and the manticore smashed through more of Lance, nearly hitting havoc.

The manticore yowled and pawed around its eye and shook. Havoc understood the pain it was going through. He swiftly took advantage and roared beating on his cuirass. The manticore slowly backed away, however Havoc suddenly had a plan. He could use this thing dead or alive!

“whiss, whiss, whiss, whiss, whiss, whiss...” He called making gestures with his hands, the manticore slowly came closer. He continued making the sound and gesture and it lowered its head, it did not trust him but was afraid, the little shiny creature had taken its eye without warning so it did not want to further anger it. Havoc gently stroked at its jaw, working its way up its face. It moaned as it felt his ministrations, soothing after the former brutality he had displayed. He made his towards the eye and it tensed until he gently massaged around the organ as big as his chest. He thought as he did so. If he saved its life he could have either a giant one eyed manticore ally or a giant one eyed manticore for an enemy. If he killed it he would have a meal and possibly a really awesome trophy, he might also utilize the scavengers who came to feed on the massive carcass.

The choice was obvious. He plunged his arms into the eye around the log, planted his feet against the bottom jaw, and pulled. The manticore roared as the log came out in a spray of blood and humorous jelly. He tucked the log under one arm and said,” Helmet separate.”

The helmet came loose and he pulled it off and licked the gore off of it, he was starving having not had breakfast. He looked up at the manticore and displayed the log, the look in its eye softened and it lowered its head as he gestured. Havoc licked the gore as it leaking from the ruined eye until he was full and the flow had slowed. He then climbed up using the long, thick, fur of the manticore with the log he named Bleed held in his left elbow, his helmet in his left hand, and Lance clenched between his teeth. Once he reached the back he stood and dropped Lance into the thick fur and put on his helmet. He ordered it to link to his armor after clicking it in place. He reached down and picked up Lance, he walked through the fur of the mane, which was actually longer than he was tall, until he sat just behind the ears where he sat down.

He sniffed at the air until he located the scent and gestured with Lance.

“Go!!” He yelled, the armor making him louder and giving his voice a mechanical growl. The manticore seemed confused. So he whipped it along the neck and repeated his prior action. It understood and started walking.

“Faster!” He yelled and whipped it again and the manticore increased speed. He repeated this until it had reached a suitable speed and merely pointed Lance in the desired direction. He laughed, this was so much faster than even his highest running speed, and he was glad he’d allowed it life. They ran for thirty eight minutes and they came across a path, he pointed Lance along the the ill kept path and the manticore smashed through the growth effortlessly. In twelve minutes they saw a cottage from the confines of the forest and he slowed the manticore down. Yelling the word slower, and whipping backwards, and the manticore understood slowing and eventually stopping when he pointed Lance straight down.

He leapt off the manticore, looked up at it and said,” Come!”, lashing towards the hut with Lance and he began walking towards it. The Manticore followed.

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Fluttershy shook under her table, all her animal friends were cowering in fear of whatever was outside. She could hear its footsteps as it approached. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Please go away, please go away, please go away...” She murmured constantly. Then she heard yelling. Something alien was yelling in the language she knew!

“Wait here!” A voice sounding like metal said. Shortly after she heard smaller footsteps. Then she suddenly heard a whimper, it was more like a bellow but for the massive beast it was the equivalent of a whimper and Fluttershy’s eyes widened. She rushed out of cover and grabbed her medical equipment, rolls of bandages, medical tape were held in her forelegs while her heavy duty veterinarian case was held in her mouth as she flew to the door. She put down the tape for a moment and opened the door to be greeted by a giant metal monster standing before her, her scream was muffled by the case but she thought of the creature in pain and narrowed her eyes and grabbed the taped up in her right foreleg.

“Eccsuse me peash mishter onshter ‘ut I ‘ave ‘oo ‘et ‘at!” She said hurriedly as he stepped aside. She felt its eyes on her as she flew over to the adult manticore. She laid down the case and gasped.”Please open your eye for me mister manticore.” He complied giving her a full unobstructed view of the maimed organ.

“Huuuh! Oh my what happened to you mister manticore, it looks like something shoved a log in your eye!” She quickly opened the case and pulled out a large swab and a bottle of disinfectant.”Now mister manticore, I know this is going to hurt quite a bit but you have to be still and accept it otherwise your wound will be infected.”

The manticore laid on his belly and placed his head on the floor, keeping his eye fully open. Havoc stared in awe, this was the Fluttershy he knew, this was one of the hidden skills she possessed. In his land it taught a basic lesson, never underestimate your adversaries as they may have abilities that simply aren’t being displayed. Also doctors are both important and useful, including veterinarians. She doused the eye in disinfectant and the manticore merely whimpered, she went in and extracted the splinters with a pair of mouth tweezers and it continued whimpering she went back into the huge case and pulled out a giant cushion like pad in her mouth before grabbing the cloth and tape with her hooves. She flew back pressed the pad in and said,” Hold this for a moment and raise your head.” The manticore did as told and she applied the bandage strip, wrapping it around the head covering the eye and the manticore oddly enough anticipated her moves and moved its toes as necessary. She applied the tape once she was done wrapping his head.

“Now mister manticore tell me, how did this happen?” She asked gently. The manticore made several growls and lion sounds and she gasped. “Really that little fellow?” She said pointing right at Havoc, who became slightly nervous. She was tiny by his worlds standards but he didn’t know how much damage she was capable of dishing out. She zoomed over to him and began to yell at him, him of all people!

“Why would you do what you did?! I understand you want to live and being eaten by a manticore is a sure way to die but you could have just beaten him off with all your strength! You didn’t have to stab him in the eye with a tree trunk!” She said this while giving poor Havoc The Stare. It burned into him making him feel paranoid, sad, and fearful. What she didn’t know was that this was pretty much what home was like for him minus the anger and bloodlust so it really wasn’t that effective against him. He displayed this with his rebuttal.

He grabbed her throat,“Cute, but the thing is... The Stare doesn’t work on creatures whose lives are misery.” He said. She stared harder and he brought her face right up to his to give her better access to his eyes. The manticore rose with a growl. Havoc kept looking into her eyes.

“Helmet separate.” He said and pulled off his helm and the kept staring, his eyes baleful, hers rage filled.

Moments later it broke off as she noticed the scars, the bullet burns and slash marks, and the shadows cast by his shallowly sunken eyes. She stared in horror as she saw a series of long claw gouges that gave him a disturbing closed mouth half-grin and cringed when she saw the results of his run-in with a dream cultist who had just taken three full syringes of combat stimulants, he had nearly lost an eye to the blurring speed of the dual wielding swordsman. He’d won that fight by picking him up by his torso and smashing him into the ceiling ‘till he stopped moving, then stomping on his twitching skull.

“You... What would do this to you? No wonder you’re the way you are...” She said softly. He released her throat.

“Would you happen to know where my manticore can get some food? I bested him in honest combat and let him live so according to my customs, he belongs to me. I think I’ll name him One-eye, it’s a tribute to a great warrior from ancient times.” Havoc said calmly.

“I.. don’t know where he could get any food except for the Everfree Forest. I’ll ask him about the name.” She said in her gentle voice. She pitied him for the clearly vast pain he’d endured. She’d seen animals that were scarred like him and they were always wary, always on edge ready to fight. The only pony they’d trust after enduring what they had was her and possibly their owner.

Fluttershy flew over to the watchful manticore and asked him about the name. He shrugged, it didn’t bother him at least. She flew back and reported the manticores answer.
“Well he doesn’t seem to mind.”

“One-Eye it is. Ya hear that One-Eye? Your names One-Eye now manticore! Go hunt One-Eye and come back once you’re done eating!” The manticore looked in confusion.

“He says you can go hunting now mr. One-Eye he'd like you to come back once you’re fed.” The manticore smiled and padded off the ground trembling with every step.

“Why does he understand you? We’re using the same words.”

“It’s your inflection, your voice lacks something that ponies have. It might be compassion, or love, or it might even be how hollow your voice is. Either way, he hears the sound but has trouble understanding your words as language.”

“Oh, then how come you understand me?”

“Ponies don’t rely on what your voice lacks to understand speech, we simply have to hear the sound in the right sequences.”

“I... Understand I think.”

“Um... My names Flu-”

“Don’t need it.”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me your name. I don’t need it. It’s a cultural thing.”

“Oh, um well will you tell me yours?”

“Sure, if you wanna know so badly you can call me Havoc. It’s what most call me.”

“Ha-Havoc? That sounds scary...”

“That’s partly the point miss. May I call you Shy?”

“Certainly.” She said, smiling at how he had “unintentionally guessed” part of her name.”Would you like to have some tea mr. Havoc?”

“No thank, you.”

They waited in silence for a bit before Fluttershy broke the awkward pause.

“Excuse me mr. Havoc but what are you, I’ve never heard of anything quite like you before.”

“Ms. Shy my species calls itself human or humanity, sometimes man.”

“How come no ponies ever heard of you before?”

“I’m not from your world, possibly not even your dimension.”

Fluttershy stiffened, she’d been warned by Twilight about this. Apparently some spell had been cast to bring something from another world here to Equestria. If something happened to wander out of the Everfree that was clearly not of this world she was to bring it to Twilight’s library as soon as possible. Failing that inform Twilight. If what he’d just said didn’t count as obvious confirmation of extraterrestrial origins what did?

“Hey mr. Havoc hows about we go see my good friend Twi-”

“Don’t tell me. I don’t need the name, just lead me to her.”

“A-all r-r-right.” She was very surprised and scared. How did he know her friend was a female?

They walked swiftly, Fluttershy soon flying to keep pace with his great, fast-paced, strides. They followed the road and came upon the town quickly and while the inhabitants were very startled they did not panic, if Fluttershy was leading it around then it couldn’t be that bad. The ponies stared at Havoc, they stared at Lance, they stared at his helmet, they even stared at Bleed though with disgust and fear. They parted as wheat before a thresher giving the scary stranger ample space. As such they made it to the library with speed such as Fluttershy had never accomplished previously.

Fluttershy knocked on the door hoping Spike came soon. The young dragon opened the door.

“Hi Fluttershy what’s goin’ oohhohohon!! Fluttershy what is that thing?!”

“Um, well you know how Twilight asked me about that thing?” She answered nervously.

“Uh what thing?” He replied confused and still scared.

“You know the thing?” She strained.

“Oh. Oooh that thing, well come right in. Twilight should be with you just as soon as I get her.

He rushed off to fetch twilight as fluttershy walked in, Havoc got down on all fours in the quadrupedal form he’d taught his friends and fellow soldiers. The army was instituting it into the official training regime. He slid Bleed in first, followed by Lance, and finally his helmet which still had light coming from it. He then walked in canine style and looked around before moving his stuff over to a cushion and sitting upright in it. He smiled pony houses were tiny like their occupants. He’d seen that the average pony was (3 1/2 feet.) he carefully memorized everything he saw with surprising ease maybe it was the clean, fresh air, perhaps it was the purge, maybe the magic of this world had repaired the extensive brain damage he’d suffered and was actually improving his mind! Whatever it was, if he ever went back home he intended to tell the bronies and pegasisters everything he experienced. He grinned maybe twilight could even teach him how his suits magic worked!

His wait was short, Twilight came rushing down with a mounted Spike. She looked him over, staring and scribbling notes on a scroll Spike held. She seemed fascinated by his armor and her horn glowed as a similar purple glow came over it.

“Miss Sparkle, what are you doing?” Havoc asked, attempting to sound genial.

She halted and asked,” How do you know my name?!”

“I know many things ms. Sparkle though I do not know everything try not to be too surprised when this sort of thing happens, but really what are you doing with that powerful magic you're famed for?” He replied somewhat smoothly.

“I’m not letting this go. However I will save it for later. Since you’re curious I’m scanning that armor you’re wearing, it’s fascinating in its complexity. More so because it doesn’t incorporate magic of any kind! How was it made?” She said excitedly.

However she had hit him with a curveball which showed in his response,” What do you mean no magic?” He thought for a moment.

“Twilight Sparkle, you are not known for lying, pranking, or joking. Am I safe in the assumption that at this moment you speak only the truth?” He asked solemnly.

“Yes, I’m being completely honest here.” She replied with a slight change in tone.

“Then I cannot answer you, for my entire life I have been told things such as it work because of the magic of the Ancients. I am lost.” He said sadly before falling to his gauntlets in silence.

“Um, I’m sorry?” She said confused.”Fluttershy help me out here, you know him better than I do and you’re better with these sorts of things!” She whispered through the side of her mouth.

“I’ve known him for less than an hour, and his species doesn’t seem to work like anything on our world. And I’d rather not anger someone like him, you should know that he nearly killed an adult manticore by shoving a tree into its eye.” She whispered, which in truth wasn’t too much lower than her regular voice.

Twilight gasped before cantering over to him and laying a hoof on his shoulder, Fluttershy did the same.

“It’s okay, I’m sure it’s not so bad big guy.” Twilight said comfortingly.

“No it’s not okay. My people have been working under the assumption that this technology was magical for generations. This would throw my society into anarchy.” He replied sadly. Fluttershy rubbed at his tense neck with both forehooves.

“Oooh...” Twilight sounded.”Umm well you could stay here, if you really think it would be that bad. We could easily get you a place as a functional member of society in Equestria. Seeing that armor perhaps the Royal Guard? While the Equestrian National Guard could use someone like you, I doubt that it would carry the same prestige you’d gain in the Royal Guard.”

Havoc blinked as years of paranoia drew him to a conclusion that would have been difficult to see otherwise.

“You brought me here didn’t you? You and the Princesses! I’ll bet you sent a message to her already letting them know I’m here. Be honest or I promise I’ll eat you.” He hissed.

“Why I didn’t bring you here at all, in fact we most certainly did not summon you across time and space to use for our own purposes! Though I did send them a letter it’s my duty to inform the princesses of new beings from other worlds!” She said hurriedly.

“I never told you I was from a different world.” He hissed accusingly whilst staring at her menacingly.

“Well the thing is, eh heh, nothing of your species exists on our world so that’s the only possible explanation for you. Eh heh heh heh...” Twilight said looking to Fluttershy for support.

“You’re lucky I know that you’re smart enough to figure that out so quickly.”

Just then a knock was heard on the door to Twilight’s home. She was greeted by none other than princess Celestia herself. Havoc’s sunken eyes stared into her eyes as a sadistic smile crept across his face, illuminating incisors sharpened into fangs. He had not eaten solid plant matter larger than two of his molars put together in years. His teeth had been ground into shape while he was still awake and hissing, without anesthetic and the pain was incredible. Havoc hadn’t even cried.

“Hello princess, I’ve been expecting you. In fact you’re late.” He said.

“I was unaware that we’d scheduled a meeting, and hello Twilight Sparkle! I trust you have this well in hoof?” Celestia spoke.

“Princess!” Twilight cried before she ran to her and rubbed against her legs. Havoc laughed inside, in his world this was a promotion of loyalty to authority and potentially a view of the closeness of parent and child slash teacher and apprentice. "Thank goodness you’re here, I was beginning to fear that I couldn’t keep him here peacefully.”

Peacefully? Havoc thought, if I weren’t such a nice brony you’d either be in the process of digestion or getting mounted on the floor right now. Then again if I was one of those bronies I might be too busy occupying Fluttershy at the moment.

“You have done well Twilight, I believe I can take over from here.” Celestia said soothingly. She didn’t sound the same as she did in the show, while similar, her voice seemed to reverberate with power. It echoed without cause, and it sounded like what he imagined the angels mentioned in a few of the books of the ancients would.

“Yes princess, I’ll stand by and take notes on this interaction.” Twilight replied enthusiastically.

Celestia walked over to Havoc, eyeing him as she did. She appeared unfazed at his size or apparently advanced armor. He decided to mess with her in order to test her personality, after all the worst she would do is give Discord a cellmate of sorts.

“Like what you see princess?” He asked, maintaining the psychotic grin and raising an eyebrow.

“Mmm... perhaps. Though you are covered in metal so I can’t really judge your looks too well. So I’m going to have to asked you to undress, preferably while I watch, perhaps with some wine.” She replied with a smirk. Alright, Havoc thought. Playful joking check, next test.

“I’ll have to pass, coming out of mein shell in such a strange place makes me a bit nervous. As you can imagine, me nervous is not a good thing. Your student there tells me that I might have a place in the Royal Guard, tell me what are their tanks like?” He asked while staring right into her eyes.

“Well that information isn’t publicly known, we do like to surprise our enemies after all. I assume you know quite a bit about Equestria to be aware that we have war machines.” She said as she calmly returned the stare. Intelligence, check. I wonder if she passes the final test, if she reacts that way eventually I hope she’s at least gentle about it. I really don’t want to get that horn shove up my anus, he thought.

“More or less than you think, depends on how much you believe I know.”

“Well then, I do have a place in the Royal guard that was practically made for someone like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Large, intimidating, a warrior without peer?”

“How do you know that I am a warrior? I may well be a miner who wears this armor to protect himself from the elements.”

“I strongly doubt that. After all scarring like that does not occur in times of peace, some of those are clearly the marks of weaponry. Weaponry implies battle has occurred with sufficient regularity to warrant its creation. Even if you are a miner you clearly have experience in combat, extensive experience judging from the damage evident to both you and your armor. Though of course the armor may have been stolen, inherited, or purchased in that state.” She surprised him with her logic. It was good.

“Ah, you have me there, wunderbar! Now convince me ma chere! Why should I join your Guardian Royale, where I come from we need an incentive. Even if it would be the right thing to do, just that wouldn’t be good enough.” His language was a bit patch-work seeing as it’s based off of the records of the Ancients, he still had no idea why there were so many variants of my/mine but had just gone with it seeing as it was what he was provided. No mostly stayed the same however which was... unsettling in truth.

“I see you are versed in multiple languages, what a pleasant surprise! Well then I’m going to stick with basic Equestrian for now. Onto the prospect of joining my Royal Guard, you would receive an impressive weekly salary, access to areas few outside of the Guard do, the opportunity to be around my sister and I frequently, and of course there is much honor to be had.”

“Actually its just one language where I come from. Also that’s not enough. It just doesn’t appeal to one such as me, so while you’re here would you happen to have a spell to send me home? I may be able to provide you with an entire army of individuals who would gladly take my place, I however am too valuable back home to stay here. I am a war hero and was on leave at the time and I fear my Imperator needs his champion berzerker.”

“I’m sorry but I don’t have a spell for that, you’re unfortunately trapped here. Unless you can figure a way off of this planet and back to your own in your life-span. I admit, I do strongly hope that you’ll at least become a citizen of Equestria where I can assure your safety.”

“I don’t want to be a citizen of your pony nation. I have killing to do back home, killing that I sorely need to return to! The air here is so pure!” Havoc cried out, his mind hurt.

Celestia, though caught off guard by that outburst made another attempt to recruit him,” Guards stand guard outside and keep the door closed, I don’t want anypony coming in or out without my permission. Fluttershy please go upstairs and wait until you’re called.” The guards did as ordered though they glared at Havoc momentarily, Fluttershy ceased her ministrations with a whimper and fled up the stairs to Twilights room, a startled and protesting Spike grasped in her hooves.

“Now then, what is your name creature? I have yet to learn of your gender as well so it would be rather helpful if you told me.”

“My name to you is Havoc and I am a male of my species.” She closed the blinds with a burst of pink magic.

“Well Havoc here’s the truth, Equestria is at war. Assaulted from nearly all sides we are in a rather bad situation, we need a monster like you to fight our enemies you understand? I am quite willing to negotiate to gain you as my personal agent.”

“I’ll need ample opportunities to kill, preferably a monthly stipend, in civilised areas where you have influence I’d prefer to have paid for lodging, I don’t want your ponies freaking out about my disturbing habits considering that I like to take trophies and eat meat, I can quit as long as I give you a year’s notice and possibly train my successor, and of course I want to hug you, Twilight Sparkle, Princess Luna, Spike, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash, also I get to punch the honorable prince Blueblood as hard as I can without my gauntlet on. Sound fair?”

“Wait a moment you want to hug me?” Asked Twilight Sparkle, having stopped scribbling on that lengthy scroll Havoc hadn’t noticed her bring down.

“Yes! The Bronydom and Pegasisterhood alike would praise me for this, they’d also want an accurate description of what it was like. You see those two groups are sects of one overgroup known as the Pony Fandom and all members of the Pony Fandom love you and your friends and the records they know you from. Some a little too much if you ask me. So I’d remiss if I didn’t hug you, in fact it would be heresy of the highest order!” She recoiled at this most noble proclamation.

“That’s... Creepy.” She said as she moved nearer to the door, knowing that her princess could handle him with ease.

“While I find it deplorable you will have many opportunities to kill, as for payment I believe three thousand bits a month is acceptable, try to keep your disturbing habits hidden and make sure that they’re harmless to my citizens, all hugs after the first will require consent, and you get a maximum of three punches to Blueblood unless you have an order to do so. Is this an acceptable compromise?”

He thought for a full two minutes, as evidenced by his helmets chronograph, before answering. Darn only three punches, I’d best make them count. At least the killing is allowed and she didn’t say no to the housing arrangement. Hey I wonder if three thousand bits a month is a lot of money. Man I can’t wait to mercilessly hug them, my comrades at the homeworld are gonna be so jealous! Wait a moment she said legal I think, does that mean I’ll have to be a law abiding citizen or just to obey the local law?

”Do I gain citizenship in Equestria if I agree?”

“No, but I’d like for you to do so.”

“Then add that I can’t be ordered to do things that I don’t agree to and we have a deal.”

“Fair enough. Now strip.” This ought to be entertaining she thought.

His mind stopped for a moment,”Sure. Wait what did you just say?” Did she just tell me to strip? Please don’t go Molestia on me, he thought silently.

“I said strip.”

“Wwwwhhhyyy?”

“So that we can consummate the agreement.” She lowered her eyelids a little.

“Wh-wh-what do you mean consummate th-the agr-ee-ment?!” He rose to his full height in an attempt to both intimidate her and make it easier for him to fight or move as needed.

“Well it’s how we seal such deals here in Equestria. Especially ones as important and serious as this.” Slinking closer with wings slightly flared and with a radiant grin on her face.

“I had no idea you ponies were so dirty. I don’t think I want to be part of this anymore.”

“Too bad, you have to accept the job before you can quit.”

He was backed up against a wall at this point,” I-I-I-I... Okay just give me a moment and please don’t put any part of your 100 percent female form inside anywhere but my mouth.”

He walked away from the wall and picked up and put on his helmet, he linked it to the suit.

“Divert additional power to helmet.” He said and heard a whirr and the constant hum increased. He patiently waited as the helmets charge rapidly increased.”Return to standard power settings.” He said once the helmet’s charge was full. ”Deactivate armor.” He felt the needles leave the ports in his body and the hum quickly yet smoothly died.”Loosen armor.” He felt his armor release its grip on his body. ”Unlink armor.” He heard a whir as machinery retracted back into the helmet. He took a deep breath and said,“Helmet off.” It turned off and he quickly undid the clasps that linked his helmet to his gorget before lifting it off of his head. He proceeded to remove his suit of what he knew to be titanium, he didn’t know what titanium meant although he did know what titans were. He slid out of the gel like material underneath the flexible aluminum,rubber, and iron mixture material that was underneath and fused to the titanium plates. The armor slid off like a shed skin or exoskeleton/shell.

The princess stared, as did Twilight Sparkle and ,secretly, Fluttershy. Unlike the average human, though they didn’t know, he lacked nipples. Many humans were born with this mutation due to pollutants in their mother’s bodies altering their development. He was pale and heavily scarred, pink surrounded by brown starbursts showed healed bullet wounds, brown lines showed where he had been cut by blades or claws or shrapnel, there was a very long wound that ran from the left of his collarbone to the middle of his pelvis, one of his legs had a line spiraling around it with triangular marks coming down from it. Two toes to the far left of his left foot and the three toes in in middle of his right foot showed obvious reattachment in the shining rings embedded at their bases, he had metal throughout his body, even his neck had a scattering of jagged looking plates on its right side. His entire body save his phallus, most of his face, his palms and inner wrists, his outer fingers, feet (not counting the upper sides of his toes) , the undersides of his fingers, and his neck and back if you exclude the spinal column had a thin coat of hair. Thin enough to mostly see skin. He had endured horrible things in his life and now they could see it.

“So are we going to do this now or do you need to get ready?” He asked somewhat irritably.

“Just hold still and relax.” Celestia replied.

She pointed her horn at him and it glowed white. Suddenly Havoc felt great pain and fell to his knees as he lost control over the suddenly slack muscles. He saw a glow going up them rapidly and looked at Celestia as he realised that it matched the glow of her horn.

“Why!!!” He roared. Good gracious even the sex would have been better than this, at least it would hurt less and despite the minor dishonor it would feel good!

“What did you think I meant my dear little Havoc?” She asked innocently and looking at him with eyes widened in an attempt to appear adorably confused. The cuteness was lost on him however, as was the irony.

“Aagh!!” He cried as he fell on his face, his arms failing to support his body any further.

“Don’t worry, when you wake up you’ll be all better. Just relax and let it happen.” Celestia said, suddenly he felt a plated hoof stroking him despite her being a fair distance from him last he saw her. And then he saw darkness.

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Time: 9:35 P.M. 129 hours since Savior Spell
Location: Canterlot castle, dragon class holding cell # 3
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Havoc awoke with a groan and saw white interrupted by a Twilight Sparkle in a lab coat. Wait a moment Twilight Sparkle wasn’t so clear last time I saw her. He now saw every strand of fur on her body and the light on her horn glimmered like diamonds. Suddenly his vision became less clear, still better than before but no longer was he nearly blinded by her horn and eyes. His body, especially his genitals, felt strange. He looked around and found that he now had a snout or muzzle. It was covered in short black fur, he flared his nostrils then shut them and finally opened them again. He opened his mouth and peeled back his lips. He saw long fangs similar to those of the dragons he’d seen in the show, he stuck out his tongue and it was a bloody orange. He stuck it out as far as it would go and it went right into Twilight Sparkle’s open mouth.

“Gmmm!” She squeaked as she moved out of his surprising range. She didn’t taste bad he thought, in fact she tasted great! Her saliva like he’d imagined spring water would, and her flesh like some impossible or extinct fruit.

“Eeeeww! Why’d you do that?!” She cried from the far end of the room, her supplies forgotten in front of him. Her ears were folded as she tried to spit out his taste.

“Um, sorry. You’re pretty and you taste good. Does that make up for it?” He said honestly and was surprised at how it came out. His voice was messed up, the pitch going from higher than he’d previously been capable of to deeper as he’d spoken. He would have to adjust to the way his new form shaped the air in his mouth and throat.

She blushed deeply,”What!?” He flicked his tongue out and flexed it about in response which made her cheeks turn a bit redder and her ears fold all the way down.

“Er, I’m sorry did I offfendd you?” He asked, still getting used to his new mouth. ”I was just being honessstt wiitthh yyyyyyou.”

“I... No-one’s ever said anything like that to me before you. Should I be offended?” She asked still at the far end of the room and having given up on getting his strange taste out of her mouth.

“I wwwaasss beingggg honessssst but yes ththththat would be considerrred a complimentttt where I’m frrrrommmm.” He replied, he hoped instinct would help him with this, otherwise he might have trouble controlling the rest of his body.

“In that case er, thank you? Also please give me warning before you do that next time.” she said, still blushing, as she came closer.

So there will be a next time he thought. Suddenly he had an idea. He rose up on all four limbs and looked down, hooves he thought as he saw them. His leg fur was jet black like his muzzle fur and the line where fur ended and hoof began was indistinguishable to someone who wasn’t looking for it. He looked at his flanks and saw they two were black furred. He saw a mark on his haunches and was shocked, a sharp toothed human skull with four steel canines and a crack going down between the eye holes that had two smaller cracks running off its sides. The eyes had microfractures branching off of all sides and the jawbone had three fractures sprouting from the rearmost canine. It grinned menacingly as he wiggled his butt a little. He saw wings positioned behind his shoulders, massive white tipped affairs far larger proportionally than Celestia’s and shaped like an eagle’s, except for the white tips of the flight feathers they too were black. He looked up behind his eyes and saw a long, sharp, white horn, it was not spiraled like those of the ponies which surprised him.

Havoc grinned and flexed his wings feeling an odd sensation at the wrist. He flexed the new muscles and a trio of clawed fingers stretched forwards. He was amazed, did Celestia have these and just not show them? He could see why they’d been invisible, the skin was as white as bone though the claws were black. He heard a gasp and smiled remembering his plan. He looked at Twilight’s shocked face and charged while she was distracted. He collided with her and lifted her up in a big hug, way to use a free hug!

“Hey! Let go of me!” She cried as she struggled futilely.

Havoc rubbed his neck against her smooth fur and said,” Does this make up for the toonngue thing Twilight Sssssspaaaarrkkle?” He proceeded to get his wings into the hug, fully engulfing her and making a difficult escape impossible.

“Mmmmff mmm! Yesh, now loosen your grip before you suffocate me!” He relaxed his forelegs and lowered his wings to her sides to reveal her blushing face as he pulled his long neck back.

“Well? Aren’t you going to put me down now?” She asked hopefully.

“Nope. Princess says I get one free hug and I’ll be darned if I don’t use this opportunity to the fullest. Besides do you know how nice this is? I haven’t been in a hug since I was a baby.” He answered, fully intending to hug her until he absolutely had to let go of her. She was so soft and her hair was so smooth! Now he understood that word he’d seen on that one log, plushy, this was the very definition of it.

She pleaded with adorable puppy eyes but that just made him cradle her like a baby, he used his right wing as a pillow. Her face switched from pleading to not amused, but he just grinned.

“Well if you insist.” She moaned. She pulled up the strange looking equipment she’d brought.

“Yay, more hug for me!” Havoc cried into the air.

“You really haven’t had a hug since you were a baby, have you?” She said quietly.

“Nope, not since she had to carry me in her arms has even my mother hugged me. I cried for a while but I got over it, besides it made me tougher. Also I’m not ticklish. At all.”

Twilight somehow managed to look sad while still maintaining her red cheeks. A thermometer rose up as did a quill and a scroll.

“Open your mouth please.” She asked and Havoc complied immediately.

“Raise your tongue.” She said and once again he did as she required.

“Now lower your tongue and close your mouth.” She commanded and Havoc obeyed.

She waited a moment as the mercury within moved. She wrote down the temperature it ended on, 110 degrees fahrenheit.

“Interesting..” She murmured. ”Okay open your mouth.”

He did and she removed the thermometer then pulled out a band of metal with a ring of crystal in it center, he could see that the shining white metal was fused to the rough purplish crystal on its top and bottom but the metal did not obscure its inner and outer edges.

“You can close your mouth now.” She said as she slid the ring on his horn. He closed his mouth a split second before the crystal began glowing intensely. Twilights horn too glowed but not nearly as brightly as the band around his horn. He squinted as he observed her jot down more notes he could not see. Twilight wrote 200,000 thaum generation per second, then removed the glowing band. It retained its glow as she wrapped it in a thin dark grey cloth.

Extend your right hoof.” She said. He removed it from underneath his wing and used his wing’s muscle to compensate. She pulled out a tube and slid it over his foreleg just before the elbow. The tube was blue and had a white tube connected to a block of metal with a rubber plug in its side and a three colorful buttons. Twilight’s magic surrounded the machine and he felt the tube starting to constrict his foreleg, he felt minor panic but trusted Twilight despite have never seen something like this in his life-span. Twilight wrote his blood pressure down on the scroll, and turned down the pressure in the machine.

The tube was slid off and she lifted a roll of measuring tape and said,” Stand up on all fou- er stand straight on three legs please.” He did so and she measured his height. The measurement system of Equestria is hooves, legs, and variants of those terms unless measuring horns where they may use rings. The standard Equestrian hoof is based off of princess Celestia’s hooves as is the Equestrian leg. Rings are consistent between ponies, with longer horns being more spiraled or having more “rings” than average ones and the opposite is true of shorter horns. He was three legs or fifteen hooves high at his head, which made him a giant. His horn was was a leg and four hooves or seventeen rings long, also gigantic though it matched his proportions. His length from chest to haunches was a leg and four hooves.

“You can sit down now.” She said and he did.”Please extend your wings as far as you can without straining yourself.” He slid a hoof under her head and extended his wings. They unfolded and and spread wide and Twilight moved the tape across them and looked over his shoulder. It looked kind of like an adult carrying a child against itself that was facing over its shoulder and was adorable. This however was lost on them both as Havoc had never seen such a thing nor had he ever been carried in such a manner, and Twilight was busy. His wings measured an impressive impressive two and a half legs long individually, his overall wingspan was five legs and three and a half hooves. This was the biggest wingspan measured on any equine in Equestrian history, only pegasus horses, gryphons, or the rare hippogryph could compete with that and they tended to be around Celestia’s size.

“You should know that you just broke a record.” Twilight said to him.

“Yay! What for?”

“Biggest equine. That last was Andre the giant and he was three hooves shorter than you. Also your wings are bigger than Stormwing the pegasus who had a wingspan of twenty hooves. So congratulations, you’re the biggest alicorn ever.”

Suddenly he remembered how he had gotten here and his smile became sinister. He would get his information now, whether she wanted to give it or not.

“Hey Twilight Sparkle?”

“Yes.” She asked guardedly noticing a change in tone.

“You know how and why I’m here don’t you?”

She debated in her mind before deciding on honesty. He was rather large and already had her in his grasp, he could crush the life out of her before she could teleport and his wing had suddenly moved rather close to her head. Despite those watching them through the one way mirrors that made up large portions of the room she did not want to test him knowing that she’d be dead by the time help arrived.

“Yes Havoc, I do.”

“Tell me or I’ll rip off your horn and eat your head .” He said as he grasped her horn firmly. This was uncomfortable because this was considered a rather private place to be touching. The horn had nerves and veins below the hard bone and enamel. This was like grabbing her crotch only she didn’t feel it as much and rather than damage to reproductive and waste management organs, if he attacked her horn she could potentially lose her magic and bleed to death slower but more painfully.

“We needed help, we are at war with a vast number of foes. The princesses cast a spell to bring us a champion to aid us and it brought you.”

“Why was I altered?”

“Well we don’t want our champion running around eating animals and terrifying the citizenry so we prepared a spell to “ponify” you.”

“So you changed me because you didn’t want me eating meat!?” He hissed.

“Ye-yes! Also you should be able to digest pony food.”

“I assume you have a test ready for me?”

“Yes w-we do.”

“If I can no longer eat meat the deal is off and I’m eating you all and destroying your country even if consuming you kills me.” He snarled

Twilight whimpered as her horn glowed as she called for the test meals. Several stiff looking guards trudged in staring at him, they pulled small carts with various items on them. Havoc saw rocks, dirt, grass, hay, live rabbits, carrots, flowers, various gemstones, and apples. He stared at the apples in awe and saliva dripped down on Twilight from his open mouth. He had never seen apples anywhere outside of the show, and not for lack of effort. As an official member of the pony fandom he had participated in and helped fund three expeditions solely for the purpose of finding the fabled apples. Never once had they found them, not even seeds! Just ancient machinery and images dedicated to the harvest and depiction of apples, respectively. He had long wondered what they tasted like for factories, billboards, and families, and great fields and towering greenhouses to be dedicated to their harvest, growth, and advertisement.

Twilight nervously brought the cart bearing the extinct fruit within his reach as the guards left the room. He reached out with his free wing and grasped an apple, reverently, he placed it within his jaws and began manipulating it with his powerful tongue. He held it between his incisors and bit down, slicing it effortlessly. He pushed the delicious oozing sections between his sharp molars and crushed it with ease. It tasted better than he had ever imagined, sweet with sugar and crunchy yet moist. He savored the flavor of it, even the core and seeds were masticated and swallowed with relish.

“That was one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. You know... Apples are extinct where I come from. We in the pony fandom have launched expeditions to distant and deadly lands, yet always we failed to find the holy fruit. I now understand why there were vast factories, multistory greenhouses, and entire families dedicated to the fruit.”

Twilight was shocked, but quickly pulled over the cart of carrots in replacement of the apple cart. Havoc tried one of these and tasted a faint sweetness that was absent in the vegetables produced in the polluted fields of his homeworld. Next was hay, it was different from what he had tried at home, vaguely sugary with a faint spicy and strong grass flavor, unlike the bitter plants of the homeworld. Following that was flowers which tasted like... Flowers, only healthier. Afterwords grass which merely tasted healthier once more, less polluted at least. Now she presented an emerald. He cautiously applied pressure with his fangs as he licked it. He had licked a few gems for no reason other than to see what they tasted like. This one was somehow better which surprised him, just as it surprised him when he found that the ruby he had licked so long ago actually tasted better than the standard issued rations he was supplied with. This time however he did not chip a tooth as he bit down on it, the emerald cracked and splintered yet his strong flesh was unpierced.

He chewed thoughtfully before swallowing and saying,” That was good, way better than the ruby I tried to eat back home.”

Twilight gaped at him,”You tried to eat a ruby?! What happened to stop you?”

“I lost a chunk of tooth.”

“Then why’d you try eating it in the first place?”

“Well... I knew it wasn’t supposed to be edible but it tasted so much better than the “food” we’re supplied with that I figured that it was worth a shot.”

This disturbed Twilight greatly, however rather than answer she moved the rock cart closer. He ate a rock though claimed it wasn’t as good as the gem. Next she supplied dirt which he said was also better than the military rations and the dirt of his home world, though it didn’t compare to the emerald. Finally she nervously brought the cart of rabbits which instinctively cowered at being near him. He snatched one up and gently rubbed it against his wing, this calmed it and he smiled.

“Twilight please move the rabbit cart over to the others.”

She did so with relief, he apparently felt no compulsion to consume it and the rabbits calmed down too. However once they were safely amongst the food he asked her to look at his face.

“Twilight look up at me. You need to see this,” He said while holding the adorable white bunny rather close to his mouth.

Twilight looked up. His mouth opened wide and saliva dripped down, splattering her horn, and he bisected the rabbits head between his sharp incisors. Twilight screamed as he sucked the twitching, blood-spraying corpse into his fanged maw. She kept screaming as he chewed savagely before spitting out the rabbits remains. A bloody pelt with the feet, paws, and split skull still attached was all that remained. He didn’t drop her, instead he licked her from her horn to her chest to get at the droplets of blood that landed on her. She closed her eyes, mouth, and folded her ears as soon as she saw his tongue descend towards her.

“Please let go of me..” She begged quietly when he finished.

“Why?” He asked.

“I.. I need to report to the princesses.” She answered.

“Fiiiine.” He sighed as he carefully released her.

She ran out of the room with her notes, leaving her tools and the unfortunate rabbits behind. They did not last long. In fact he ate them before anything else.

Through the walls the researchers, princesses, and Elements of Harmony watched in revulsion. Except for Fluttershy who was crying in a corner after seeing what happened to the first bunny. Twilight walked in crying and shivering and made a beeline for Celestia. She desperately hugged her and Celestia hugged her back. She had come very close to being eaten if the screaming rabbits were any indication and as such was in desperate need of comforting.

"Is this to be our champion mine sister?” Luna asked quietly as she watched him gleefully chase the few survivors. ”This monstrous predator who takes glee in suffering and fear.”

“Alas, I fear it’s the truth dearest sister, this is what the savior spell brought us so we must make due.”

“He will likely turn on us given an opportunity.”

“He was very honest when we made the pact. He would only turn on us if we made him feel betrayed, any less and his honor would suffer greatly. Besides he is somewhat obsessed with us, I learned this when I read his mind...” She began reading Twilights notes and said, “He wasn’t lying about there being others like him you know. I saw a vast legion devoted to our world. They were cultish in their devotion. In fact many among them would likely tear him apart for traumatising Twilight as he did.”

“Then why do we not call on them instead? I’m sure we could trace his world of origin and pull them through.”

“Unfortunately from what I’ve seen, and will soon share with you dearest Luna, many of his compatriots would do horrible things upon their arrival. Unspeakable things. He is ironically amongst the more morally upright of his associates, even if his kindness could use some work.” Celestia replied. She had indeed seen them through his memories and the horrors she had seen had caused her to empty her stomach into a toilet multiple times until there was nothing left to evict. Following that she had dry heaved and could not eat for hours. She would never see her little ponies the same way again for the remainder of her lengthy lifespan.

“We should be watchful of him however, I know that eventually he will want to bring more of his perverse species into our world. If only for reliable allies. This must not happen. Only those that we approve will be brought here, I do not want the monsters I have seen. Perhaps we could bring more of these “humans” in from an alternate dimension. One that is less... corrupt than the one he hails from.” Celestia continued.

They watched in silence as he consumed everything they had sent him, including the carts the food came on. Once he finished Celestia and Luna walked in to converse with him. Upon spotting them he stood up straight on all four hooves and greeted them.

“Ave Luna Domina Nox! And ave Celestia Domina Day!” He cried with joy to their surprise.

“Hello to you too... Havoc.” Luna replied.

“Greetings Havoc I trust you enjoyed your meal?” Celestia followed.

“Yes my mistresses, I most certainly did! Thanks for the rabbits by the way.” Havoc said as he beamed.

Suddenly he grimaced and his eyes widened. His wings slammed into the floor in front of him and he looked around desperately.

“What ails you sir Havoc?” Luna asked in concern. Even if she did not like him very much she did not want their ultimate weapon to be unwell.

“I need to utilise a latrine milady.” He replied.

“Huuuh... Just go on the floor, it will absorb your waste and sterilise itself.” She said in exasperation.

“Oh, okay then.” He said with joy. He began urinating right there and the sisters heard it as it hit the floor.

“Why do you cover thyself? Thou hast no need to hide thine sensitivities before us, we will be seeing it eventually.”

This made a great deal of sense to him so he furled his wings and relaxed. This however may have been a mistake as it allowed the princesses an unobstructed view of his stallionhood, Luna more so due to her relatively short stature.

“My ancestors what is that!!” She cried as she backpedalled furiously.

Celestia lowered her head a little and many of the unseen ponies observing them from behind the wall tilted their heads to the side or gaped in awe. Most of the males looked at their own groins and immediately felt self-conscious. Some were too busy puking on the floor to feel emasculated.

“Good gracious, it’s enormous!” Celestia exclaimed. She then self-consciously looked at her horn in comparison to the mighty reproductive organ. “That has got to be the biggest penis I have ever seen on a stallion.”

“That thing is a penis!?” Luna cried from her position between Celestia rear legs, and she peeked out through her forelegs. “Would that even fit in a mare?!”

“Well it might fit me though I doubt that will be happening.” Celestia replied. “I admit it would be a tight fit dear sister as it appears to be longer than your horn, and appropriately thick.”

Havoc then looked between his legs. He stared for a moment before rearing his great head back up to its former height.

“Wow... I had no idea that ponies even had those. Heh I guess all their reproductive organs are stored internally. All the same it’s definitely bigger than my last one.” He said.

He soon notice a problem with his new reproductive organ however. It wouldn’t go back in. He sat on his haunches and poked it with a saliva coated hoof.

“What art thou doing and why must thee do it before us!?” Cried Luna, still hiding betwixt her sister’s legs.

“I’m trying to figure out why it won’t go back whence it came now that I’ve finished urinating Princess Luna. Also you did say that I needn’t hide myself from you.” He answered with a frown and an eyelid twitch. “I feel.. funny. Like I’m warm but... also... something else.” What he didn’t know was that this was lust. He had never experienced it before due to the constant violence and self-imposed isolation in between. He knew what lust was, after all he was born of violent lust and lust was required for his society to function. In fact his mother had been a temporary soldier for a few months before his conception.

He’d learned from her that she had been captured by a man named Nadeem 93, nobody knew what it meant only that it was taken from a record of the Ancients. Nadeem 93 had ripped through her transport with power claws and was seemingly unstoppable to her and her fellow soldiers despite being lightly armored. His armor had consisted of a steel cuirass and steel bracers over a sand colored cloak, underneath the robe his shins were armored with steel greaves with padding on their undersides and he wore no shoes. His cuirass bore the crest of the Desert dragons, a red eyed black dragon’s head wreathed in red flame.She’d been amongst the few survivors he and his rifle and sword armed comrades had taken from the destroyed transport. The transport itself was hauled off by earth drakes, massive lizard-like beasts who walked upright as mammals rather than sprawled as true reptiles, they were also endotherms.

His father’s tribe and their lands were eventually conquered though he had survived. Eventually Havoc had met his his father while deployed there and the two became fast friends until after a week Havoc realised it was his father, and as such he killed him for his mother’s honor the following day. He hadn’t held it against his father for without his actions Havoc would not exist, he was just following protocol. Indeed as a side effect of his violent society, harsh life, and knowing of his own forced conception Havoc actually saw nothing wrong with rape. This was quite unfortunate as otherwise he might have a redeeming quality besides being smart and really good at killing. As is, he is a monstrous product of a hellish environment and should really have been left in that nightmare he calls home. This world would eventually learn this but by then it would be far too late.

Havoc attempted to stare it down but, naturally, it won. He looked around the room frantically until his still recuperating brain’s neurons made the connection and he realised he needed to find some means of ejaculating. His head froze before slowly turning towards the two princesses that were responsible for his current form, and likely his new condition. As he stared at them they realised that the potentially literal gears in his head wouldn’t stall for much longer due to the look in his eyes and as such fled while they still could and locked the door behind them. The door had no handle as such, rather it had a complex series of locks and bars on the side out of the room. This not only gave prisoners the impression of inescapability seeing as you can’t get out of a room with no doors, windows, or vents and it made the room more secure by having the advanced locks far beyond the prisoners reach in addition to denying anyone inside of a a means to even open said door.

Havoc saw no means of escape and as such sat down and stared at where he’d seen the wall open. The door blended seamlessly with the wall and was perfectly fitted so that not even air could get in or out. If one did not know where to look they would never know that there was any way in or out. Havoc waited patiently before closing his eyes and faking sleep. He was still hard and it pushed his body slightly off the sterilised floor. As he falsified sleep Havoc thought.

The princesses knew he was faking however Celestia knew they were running out of time, he would soon figure out out to use his magic and it would be much easier to subdue him before he figured it out. So she teleported the gem and metal band from the room and then she, her sister, and Twilight all poured energy into it and simultaneously built a control spell. This band would have his energy and the energy of the spells casters in it, his body would recognize its own magic and accept it. The energy also helped fuel the spell they were casting which would grant them all limited command over him once they slip it around his horn. They would slide it all the way to the base of the magical organ and once there it would fuse with the enamel as tendrils of magically growing gemstone grew their way into his horns core and integrated with his nervous system and mimicked his brainwaves. He would not be able to remove the physically device without ripping out his horn and would be powerless to remove it from himself magically due to it being indistinguishable from his body to his magical senses.

As he lay there he thought of a rather serious problem he now had: He was going feral.
This was a rather common occurrence on his horrid homeworld, common enough that when they taught it in school most children already had experience with it. Humans go feral when either great stress or isolation is forced upon them. It starts with hearing what was best described as a far off scream that only those going feral can hear. Over time reality seems to fade away as the scream increases in volume. They start to suffer hallucinations,imagining enemies and twisted versions of those around them. Eventually they begin to feel base urges more strongly until they have no control over themselves. Eventually they become as beasts. For some unknown reason the process of evolution is considerably faster for ferals. Later generations gain a type of savage intelligence as evidenced by the Namallu fortress expedition.

A small group had been left behind in the depths of the infested fortress as the original expedition fled under heavy pressure applied by unrelenting local guardians who regarded the semi-sunken fortress as a holy relic. Fifty years later a demigod lead a significantly larger force and took the relic by storm. When they began the process of re-exploring the lost fortress, rather than slightly insane human descendants forming a small colony they found a vast pack of subhuman savages. They looked uncannily like wolves, their heads and phalanges bore great resemblance to those of canines and their ears were flexible and pointed. Their nostrils were flat and semi sunken, their eyes too were sunken and dark shadows covered them. Their eyes were bloodshot and lacked irises and their pupils were huge enough to fill the space that would otherwise be taken up by their irises, their necks were elongated. While they stood up straight when bipedal they moved as great hounds when on all fours. While they possessed all the dentition of man it had a predatory twist, all their teeth being sharp and pointed. The worst part was that they were skilled in the art of war and the use of the ancient technology. Their aim was uncannily good and their strength incredible. It had taken a full year to take the fortress back and longer still to domesticate the inhabitants. Even to this day they were valuable members of the Empire of the Immortal Blazing Sun, being deployed wherever the conflict was deemed too hazardous for regular humans. Havoc had in fact served alongside them and found their company preferable to that of regular humans.

Havoc was presently experiencing the first symptom of going feral and the screaming was steadily growing louder. Normally it took months to notice the increasing volume so he felt it logical to assume that his current state was rapidly increasing the effects. He knew that if he didn’t copulate soon he would go feral and with how rapidly he was going this form might make it irreversible, he needed to get at the females but the ungraspable door barred his passage. He suddenly remembered that he had magic and felt his ears flick upwards from their folded position on his skull. He stood tall and glared at the door and his brow and eyelids lowered menacingly. He wrapped his mind around the general vicinity of the door and pulled. The door bent inwards and flew over his head to smash into the wall behind him. He frowned at the beings in front of him and wordlessly charged...