WHY IT’S NEVER A GOOD IDEA TO UNDERESTIMATE SCOOTALOO

First off, I’d like to thank you all for your patience. Seriously. I have been going through a lot and have generally been too busy with school and family matters to do much besides stew. Then when the difficulties ended I got one of my fingers, the one on my right hand to the right of the middle finger, sliced on a chunk of metal from inside of the bag of garbage I was taking out and after I treated it I overdosed on coca cola while listening to, first, Debauchery’s Blood God Rising and, second, Hatebreed’s Defeatist and on top of that I read through, probably, a third of the ask Molestia tumblr, backwards, and found inspiration. Being on break helped. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Time: 5:35 P.M. 76 days 17 hours 35 minutes since savior spell
Location: Doom Labyrinth, Surehoof Mountains
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“AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Havoc screamed as he ran.

“Gargnaflarghnackfltip’oth!” Roared the monstrosity pursuing him. Rather them. Then again it was only Scootaloo. She held onto his mane desperately and kept begging for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry!” She cried. Havoc paid little mind to this. He had finally found something he didn’t know how to fight. The freakish former pony following them was apparently some sort of Chaos cultist, one who’d given himself entirely to Discord’s cause.

Havoc was still enraged at the fact that the cults had dared to put aside their violent rivalry and banded together to destroy the threat to their ways of life and very existence. And it wasn’t him for once. How Scootaloo had managed to destroy three temples, collapse four dwelling caverns, and blow up nine sacred artifacts and a pair of mountains was something he hoped to find out.

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The group had seen the settlements when they approached a mountain range. Havoc had slowed down to get a better look and had decided to glide down. This accomplished a gaining of knowledge for him and an opportunity for Scootaloo to get some fresh air. He was sure she was running out by then and considered this to be luck. He had landed and had the group dismounted and set the howdah atop a narrow plateau for safe keeping, he’d made sure to leave the trunk’s opening ajar. Then he’d descended with the rest of the group to explore.

They had come upon a fortified village inhabited by an ancient cult dedicated to Luna. The cult had moved out here sometime after Nightmare Moon had taken over, they had congregated in secret places at night ever since Luna and her sister had come to rule them. The cult had taken great pains to avoid being seen and this was why their goddess had not known of their devotion. However they had to go to such lengths to conceal themselves due to their Celestia worshipping brethren, to be found to worship the mistress of darkness would have ended badly for them.

The princesses had impressive reaches and they were ever vigilant, but they didn’t see everything. Likely they would have been crucified and burned by the time the princesses arrived. They had fled to this isolated place when their sun loving brethren had discovered their original meeting place in the time of Nightmare Moon, in their despair they came to the conclusion that the cult was in some way responsible for or at least worshipping the Nightmare. So the Celestial cult had called upon the surviving Solar Paladins and together, with an army of warponies who had been drawn from the young and more violent cultists, they had ambushed the Lunar cult in the midst of a gathering.

The fighting had been bloody and had cost the Lunar cult many lives as the warriors among them fought a losing battle against the vastly more numerous Celestial force. Hundreds had died in that lost chamber beneath the earth, the very chamber that had been carved out over generations to serve its purpose. They had made a great pilgrimage to this distant land and nurtured their hatred ever since.

The cultists had seen Havoc, they had seen the skull on his rump, they had seen the starburst on Twilight’s rear end, they had seen the dragon and the albino wolf. Naturally they assumed that they must have a connection to their goddess of choice. Even the fiery phoenicians fit in, they were seen to be symbolic of torches to light the way in the deep darkness. Liber was a bit of an unknown but she looked tough and Celestia was not known for her love of things with scales. There was a reason Celestia was sometimes referred to as Dragon’s Bane, and the Solar Paladins reflected that.

The group was welcomed with open arms, literally. They had been hugged by the entirety of the village that was available and those on guard duty had indicated that they too would be distributing hugs. Dragon eyed, bat winged, fanged pegasi were in abundance. Their wings appeared to be over twice the size of their normal brethren’s, who were scattered throughout the settlement. There were a few fanged, dragon eyed, sharp hooved, pale maned earth ponies as well. The most numerous were the fanged, dragon eyed, sharp horned unicorns. Their horns had striations of bone running their lengths.

Havoc noticed they were all thin by pony standards, not the thin of starvation either. The sort of thin that is a result of breeding and exercise, they were sleek of build and fur. Havoc didn’t understand the abundance of unicorns until they explained their history.

The group had been shown around the town, it was interesting how they lived. The dialect they spoke had remained virtually unchanged since they had dwelled in the promised land, that was another way they described Equestria, and for Twilight this was thrilling. This was like an archeologists wet dream apparently.

Temples thousands of years old remained in use here and Twilight made accurate sketches of everything she could. Ancient script, both in Old Equine and Lunar code, was present in scrolls that predated the Royal Guard and iconography that was older than the Mare in the Moon Legend. Havoc and most of the group couldn’t read a word of it, but Twilight was fluent in Old Equine and Lunar code was based on that, Depictions of Celestia and her servants in a wicked light hurt her deeply but she was dedicated to her apparent duty as a scholar.

Images depicting the slaughter of their ancestors by an army lead by the venerable Solar Paladins, an order that lived on to this day, shocked and horrified her. Similarly she was disgusted by carvings of the fate of those found by the zealous Celestial Cult, this caused her to take frequent breaks in order to keep from spilling her breakfast. Hatred ran deep here and Twilight knew to keep her place by the princesses side secret.

Some of the methods of farming they employed were wonders all on their own. They grew numerous crops, not the least of which being the ones that didn’t require sunlight. They grew apples, potatoes, and wheat up here but they also grew moonberries, night flowers, lichen, various mushrooms, beans, and cream gourds. They also bred various small birds and rodents for additional nutrients they couldn’t get otherwise, lizards were considered a delicacy.

They employed a system of pipes and aqueducts to supply the beans, lichens, mushrooms, moon berries, and cream gourds with water. They grew the beans, some potatoes, cream gourds, and moon berries on special racks that were suspended directly over aqueducts that were built specifically for the task. They were placed on thin strips of cloth that dipped into the flow from below until they had developed to the point that they would no longer fall through the bars of the racks. The strips of cloth were removed and the plants then fed directly from the artificial river, moon berries were supplied with the moonlight they needed by enchanted mirrors and bulbs of glass that formed a system that only activated when the moon was in the night sky. Cream gourds required no light, indeed it harmed them.

They were fed on a steady diet of magic which made them grow healthy and strong. The aqueducts were fed by springs and underground rivers. The lichen was grown on stone and watered by runoff from aqueducts feeds, rivers, and wastewater. Those fed by wastewater were used exclusively for the purpose of oxygen production in the cave system.

At some point it was decided that the visitors should see the elders. So they decided to take them to a sacred place. They had been brought deep into the mountain to one of the oldest ponies they had. Apparently he had been alive when the cult had been driven from Equestria. They passed Nox Lictors, as they were known, who guarded the inner halls. Far removed from the ponies they had seen in the town proper, these beings looked arcane in nature.

Though they had flesh and fur their bodies were decorated with glowing blue striations that resembled words. Indeed Twilight was reading them and writing down what she observed. The eyes of those who possessed them were glowing turquoise and lacked iris and pupil alike. The unicorns had even carved runes into horns whose exteriors were fully calcified. It was probably very painful.

The earth ponies lacked eyes all together, they had solid bone covered in flesh and skin and fur. Most of the earth ponies wore helmets that only let out their ears and nostrils, they apparently needed no eyes to navigate the darkness. These earth ponies were notably larger than all the other ponies down here, they were at least half as large again as the unicorn and pegasus guards. The pegasi had wings at least twice the span of their brethren’s.

The odd ponies seemed to stare at them with their inscrutable gazes, the earth ponies followed their minutest movements with their oddly bat-like ears.

As they walked they were silently joined by these Lictors, two of each breed formed up in a narrow hexagon around them. Havoc remained silent as he felt a slight tremor through his hooves. Surely that couldn’t be Scootaloo. The guards didn’t react so it was probably normal. They eventually came to a bubble in the earth where the walls were heavily veined with precious metals.

There were shrines to the moon goddess in abundance here, numerous carved statues of varying size and quality and various carvings and scripts were everywhere. A small stream fed into the bubble and Havoc saw small moons were carved all around it. Lichen grew and what may have been moss hung in carefully arranged patterns that formed abstract images.

Paintings and carvings in walls all shared the same themes, Luna, Nightmare Moon, the moon itself, and the night sky. A regular sized pony sat on a platform that was positioned two meters above the floor atop a small pillar of stone. A much larger being sat amongst a group of odd plants that resembled coral. The larger being was approximately three times the size of the stallion on platform and appeared to be an idealized unicorn mage, if one had dedicated himself to magic in body and soul.

He appeared to be some sort well sculpted metal held together by white lines of magic. The lines spiralled and swirled across his form in a complex pattern that drew the eye. His eyes appeared to be of the same substance and they and the lines emitted it like vapor and it trailed when he moved. He was muscled and his horn was sharp. He looked calm yet... aware, like he was in a state of eternal readiness. This was truly an impressive being.

“Well met slayer.” He called in a deep voice that left twisting lines in the air that swiftly faded away. “The same goes for you elemental, magic has always been a favorite of mine.”

“What... are you?” Havoc asked with wide eyes.

“I am. No less and no more. I am of a breed older than ponykind. We walked the planet in the age of the protocorn and we shall live on when ponies are but a legend. You may know us as the arcanadi. Or you may not, we rarely reveal ourselves.” He answered. This made Havoc very angry.

“Why?” Asked Twilight, before he could say anything.

“We are ancient but we are so few. We learned that bad things tend to happen to those of us who make themselves too well known. I have not been alive since the birth of Celestia’s great great grandparents for nothing.”

“What sorts of bad things.” Havoc inquired with narrowed eyes.

“Crimes against nature, magic, and life itself.” The arcanidine answered. Havoc was becoming annoyed, the wonder at this being did not have a lasting impact on him.

“I don’t think he likes your answer old one.” The pony on the platform interjected.

He shed a cloak as black as night and revealed a powerful build. His wings were large and feathered and his fur was pale red. His feathers gleamed green in the dim light of glowing crystals that were naturally present in the walls. This pony was surprisingly similar to the arcanadine in appearance. Glowing turquoise lines formed writhing patterns across his body and wisps of the stuff gently floated from numerous points. Each feather was crisscrossed in the lines and when he turned around it seemed even his eyes were affected. The lines crossed his eyes like fractures and they even looked jagged.

He lacked the sharp teeth and dragon eyes, he lacked the leathery wings of the main breed of pegasi present, and he lacked the sleek build of the others. His eyes were sunken and green in color where they were not crossed over by the turquoise lines that pierced his form. He had numerous scars all over his body and was missing chunks of his hooves, his left rear leg was riddled with deep grooves and was definitely the cause of his slight limp. He had a tired, haunted, look about him that was mostly in his eyes. He had been meditating; reliving the battle that had lead to roughly a third of the scars on his chest, neck, and face. The same one that had lead to the dreadful march through the darkness to this distant land.

He nodded respectfully to the albino, his sleek fur did not cover the scars very well. He looked at Havoc as he jumped down from his perch and clopped over. He walked a path he had maintained between his artwork specifically for this purpose. He extended a hoof to the giant, who awkwardly extended his own. The old stallion noted just how much bigger it was than his own, he felt like a foal as he shook Havoc’s hoof with both of his own. He extended the very same right hoof to the purple unicorn mare and regained some of his stallionhood when he felt her slightly smaller one in his wrist. He went through this practice with all the other newcomers.

“I am Spot Star, elder and former militia pony. What can this old stallion do for you?” The ancient pony kindly inquired.

“We would like to learn a little more about your people’s history good sir.” Twilight requested diplomatically.

“Ask away.” Spot Star returned.

“Well, about that battle... What happened back then?”

“Ahhh, that is a painful memory. But I understand your curiosity, it is not every night you have access to a living relic of that time. You may want to get comfortable, this will be a long story.” He said before turning and walking down another path to a spot where cushions coated the floor. He took a seat on the far side and waited for them to take their places. Havoc simply stood where he was, he was too big to walk the path comfortably and he probably would have torn up the cushions with his sharp edged hooves anyways. The others strolled down and formed a rough semicircle facing the elder. The lictors formed up at the entrance to the room.

“It was a dark night, the same as it had been for the past five years. We had lost nine children to Nightmare Moon’s hunger, all because two villages couldn’t find enough candy to satisfy her. I was but a militia pony who had arranged to come to the meeting two weeks past, I had paid off a friend to take my place on guard duty for a few rotations. I was armed with but a pair of curved daggers that I was given upon my inception into the cult.

Oh colt did I love those things, I always kept them clean and polished. I also sharpened them after every, infrequent, use so they were as good as the night they were made. Then again it had been the same night for years on end so that wasn’t really saying much. I was on the edge of the ceremony, some wizard of a pony had apparently found a way to purify Nightmare Moon. At least she thought she had found a way.

Apparently she had found Nightmare Moon to be a result of possession, and not by the demons of pandemonium. As it happens they weren’t fond of taking over mortals, they weren’t keen on old Moony either. So the wizard figured we could gather all the unicorns we had, use her as a focus, and rip the malevolent spirit from her body.

A great plan in theory, so great that we even had children volunteering as bait. We weren’t happy about it but the nightmare was rather fond of children, and if they were sprinkled in candy she’d be drawn like a moth to a flame. So we waited, she knew we knew that there was no way we could harm something that powerful, especially not with the range of weaponry and unicorns available to us, so she wouldn’t feel threatened by our presence until it was too late. Of course, the plan didn’t work.

The plan took time, we had to make sure everypony was well rested for maximum strength and naturally everypony wanted to be there for the rescue of our favorite princess. If we pulled this off then not only would we gain the appreciation of the princesses, which was enough on its own, but then the Celestials would have to respect us. Unfortunately some member of the Celestial Cult caught word of all of us gathering in one place, and it was true as members of the cult from all around Equestria would be in attendance.

To think of how proud I was to be there, I was so happy to finally cast off the shackles of oppression and finally show my true nature, I didn’t have to hide it anymore. Then I heard the yelling, in the tunnels twas like a hundred dragons roaring all at once. I, along with everypony else, turned to face the sound and saw a sight that to this day gives me nightmares.

Thousands of warriors from the Celestial Cult charging us, millions maybe. There were too many to count, like an endless flood from the tunnels that lead to the nearest town they came, and worse still were the ones at the front. Solar Paladins, the most zealous of the cult and utterly dedicated to the sun princess, were at the front. The gleam from their golden arms and armor terrified me like never before.” He took a longer pause than previously, his eyes closed in concentration, before continuing.

“I was positioned somewhere behind the outer four ranks of warriors, I was lucky in that. The paladins smashed into us like a titan’s hoof, eyes glowing golden as the magic of Celestia fed upon their fury. At least that’s what they always claimed it was, and we had no means of disproving them.

They slaughtered the outer warriors they contacted within seconds, hundreds dead within mere moments. Then the killing began in earnest. We fought back of course, and most of us died. I bore witness to killing as I had never imagined, great hammers smashing through multiple skulls with a single swing, ponies torn to ribbons by swarms of blades, swords cleaving flesh nonstop, ponies having their heads stomped in by gold shod hooves

We didn’t have a hope at winning. But we kept fighting. The Celestials had numbers and fury yes, but we had desperation and a fighting style unique to us. We would dodge and leap, always staying in motion, and we would slash and stab and snap joints and bones as we did so. I remember so well...”

“Old friend, perhaps I could show them?” The arcanidine offered. The old pony nodded his assent.

The arcanadine glowed brighter and from his horn an image spread. They watched in rapt attention. It showed a first person perspective from what was explained to be Spot Star’s eyes

A line of gold armored equines ran with incredible speed towards the congregation around him. The gold armored ponies smashed deep into the tight but disorganised formation. Blood sprayed as bones were snapped and forced out of skin and armor smashed into new and unusual shapes. Swords and spears tore through hide and flesh like a butcher’s cleaver through meat. Armored hooves crushed and caved in skulls just as readily as they broke legs, ribs, and skin. The sound was otherworldly, like the entire world was screaming for their deaths.

Pegasi leapt into the air and crumpled like paper as they were impacted by raging warriors. Spot Star blinked for a moment and blood sprayed his face and got in his eyes. He wiped it off with a wrist and stared at it in horror. He tore his eyes from his bloodied wrist as he heard a very nearby scream, a paladin had just killed a stallion just in front of him. He leapt overhead in a spinning arc as the paladin thrust his sword where he had been mere moments ago.

He landed on a paladin and stabbed him in the side of the neck with a curved dagger, and was thrown aside with a buck. He rolled aside as an armored hoof stepped towards his head, the stone developed microfractures spreading from where the gold armored hoof contacted it. He slashed out at a gap in the plates with the tip of his dagger and it scraped off, just as he thought. He kicked his rear hooves into the gut of a less armored cultist and he was sent into the air. Spot leapt after him and grabbed him around the neck with his left front leg, and gutted him with his right. He kicked off the dying soldier and lunged at another from above, but was blindsided by a Celestial cultist pegasus. He wheezed with the impact and almost fell into the melee below, his opponent held on and tried to kick him to death.

He bit his opponent’s mouth and held on with his teeth as the pegasus tried to scream. At some point he began to get faint seeing how his nostrils were covered and he couldn’t breath so he released his grip on Spot, who stabbed him through the left eye. Spot let gravity remove the corpse from his blade and swooped over the horde below.

He saw an earth pony paladin armed with a hammer smash the head of one of his brethren with an overhead swing. The paladin closed his eyes as his weapon impacted the foe and sent blood and shards at his armored face. When the four Lunar cultists behind him tried to group up on him he opened his glowing gold eyes and swung his hammer in a sideways arc which caved in their ribcages. The hammer’s head was a little bigger than the paladin’s chest.

Spot slashed a few throats as he spun and whirled with every hit, keeping him from the clutches of unicorns and quick hoofed earth ponies or pegasi. He saw a unicorn paladin in an open portion of the field, only three dismembered corpses littered the bare earth. He was approached by an airborne pegasus who tried to rush him, but stopped when a multitude of shining blades came forth from the unicorns armor. Within seconds the blades swept around to surround him on all sides before slashing him cruelly. The pegasus was being impaled and sliced so rapidly he looked to be disintegrating before Spot’s very eyes, it was horrific.

A pair of Lunar unicorns and an earth pony rushed to his aid only to suffer his fate. Soon all that was left of what was once four ponies was a pile of finely sliced meat and bones surrounded by blood. The Solar unicorn began to march forwards, blades whirling terribly.

Spot screamed as a long blade pierced his shoulder through his left pauldron and turned to face his assailant. His brother glared at him hatefully, his only brother. Only Star Spot was aware of this and the visitors were too intent on the memory to see the pained grimace on his face as he saw this. Little sister would never forgive him for what he was about to, he doubted she knew he was still alive. He also doubted that she was still alive. In the memory he made an equine roar of rage before kicking his elder brother in the chest, he had aimed for the throat.

His brother went soaring but regained control mid-flight and shot back at him sword readied over head. Spot twisted his blades so that they curved outwards before he caught the sword with his twin daggers and flipped it aside before taking a swing at his brother with one of the wicked weapons. He brother blocked with his vambrace and launched a kick with one of his own hind feet. This proved to be a mistake as Spot simply flipped his body over it while accomplishing a tight spin and getting behind his brother in the process. He twisted his right blade so the curve was inwards again and slid it into his brother throat, he made sure to aim directly for the kill spot in the center and into the ribcage to ensure a swift death. He held his brother gently as he died.

“Shhh, it’s alright brother. I don’t blame you.” The memory of the younger Spot Star whispered, he sounded so much younger and energetic back then. Havoc was not particularly affected though some of the others certainly were.

The memory showed Spot Star releasing his brother to fall into the melee below, likely to be crushed until he was unrecognizable. He resumed his tactic of whirling stabs and twisting slashes. He danced as much as he fought and in the end he survived because he accidentally danced himself into a tunnel as some of the last civilian cultists were evacuating.

He looked back to the battle and saw his remaining brethren fighting valiantly, he knew he would make little difference by rejoining the fight and simply hung his head low as he tiredly trotted with the refugees. He fell behind but kept in sight of the group from the back. They navigated the maze with ease born of practice. They had been coming here for generations and the cultists were taught to know this sacred place like the fronts of their hooves. He heard a low scuffling noise and tensed himself to fight, only to see a panicked earth pony cultist running past him. His eyes were wide and bloodshot and he was frothing at the mouth. Spot shook his head as he continued his run.

At some point they had regained silence, the sounds of battle were long gone and a few more soldiers had joined Spot. They ran together behind and alongside the civilians until they came to a subterranean river, the group stopped with great panting as they slowly clopped over to take a much needed drink. Spot waited his turn before sticking his muzzle in and sucking the wonderfully cold water into his mouth. He didn’t particularly care that he was downstream of the wide eyed pony who had been foaming at the mouth previously. They finished simultaneously and cantered to the edge of the group, then they heard the faint laughing and the metallic click-clank of horseshoes on stone. The group was standing in dirt except at the river’s edge. He looked at the pony to his left and nodded.

“Come on Foamy, we should go check that out.” Spot suggested breathlessly, he took a nice deep gulp of air. The air this deep was not as abundant in oxygen. Foamy nodded agreement and as the pair walked off a third stallion joined them. This one a pegasus like Spot. This stallion wielded a slightly curved sword that was currently sheathed along his side and had a red mane and pink fur. Hard to believe it was a stallion really. The three followed the sound and their expressions remained grim. They soon came upon a trio of Celestial cultists who yelled as they charged eagerly.

They were taken care of in short order by the skilled Lunar cultists. Spot spun around using the force of his foe’s sword swing to send him behind the Celestial. He turned the dagger points outwards and slashed off his foe’s wings. He screamed and fell writhing to the tunnel floor. Spot turned his left blade inwards again and stuck it into his foes neck. Foamy had already broken his foes neck with his iron shod hooves and the pink one had decapitated and otherwise dismembered his own foe.

Then they heard a mighty neigh and a faint glow appeared around the bend. They readied their weapons and were quite ready to die at this point. Yet it was not a paladin but a regular earth pony cultist who was only armed with metal shoes who charged ‘round the the tunnels corner with eyes glowing golden.

Spot was so stunned that he had not time to react as the cultist reared up, without breaking stride, and slammed the pink one into the wall with a sickening crunch. The Celestial kept coming and Spot slashed out at him with an out-curved dagger. The Celestial slapped it aside and punched him down. Hard. He was sent skidding on his cuirass and sparks flew from the friction. The Celestial was over him in seconds, he reared up to stomp his face flat but just before his hooves came down he was interrupted by Foamy.

Foamy slammed into his chest and the two went sent skidding in a furious brawl. Punches flew between one another rapidly as did kicks and even bites. Foamy hopped back and the Celestial jumped to his feet before lunging at him. Foamy swung him overhead and into the floor and the Celestial wheezed with the impact. Then he jumped back up and grabbed Foamy as he ran at him on his rear hooves, he proceeded to smash Foamy against the wall behind him but Foamy took him with him. They slid to the floor gasping for breath but the Celestial rose first. He turned as he felt Spot behind him, Spot drove the dagger into the pony’s brain through his jaw. They Celestial feebly grasped his wrist and dropped dead.

Panting could be heard from the memory as Spot pulled his blade from the pony’s jaw. He looked over to Foamy, blood leaked from his mouth and he kept wincing and grimacing in pain. Spot trotted over to him and sheathed his blades before sitting down by his friend’s side. He lifted his head onto his left foreleg and stroked his dying friend’s mane with his right.

“Many thanks Foams. You saved mine life back there, but why didst thou sacrifice thyself for my sake? Thou could have finished him off from behind whilst he was busy caving mine skull in.”

“Made... Made a promise. Spot?” Foamy said in his ragged voice.

“Yes friend?”

“I... I am scared. I do not desire this journey into the, heeeckh, afterlife. I fear the coming darkness. Ha ha ha ha, comedic isn’t it?”

“Indeed Foamy, indeed.” Spot said sadly.

“Will you be my brother in death? I have never had the fortune of one as my parents were not blessed with fertility. It would mean a lot to me.”

“Of course my friend.”

“Brother, why do ponies have to kill each other?”

“Because they hate what they cannot understand.”

“Why do so few love, kaaah, Luna? When I saw our mistress’s glorious moon as a foal I always felt safe knowing she was watching over me. Who could hate that?”

“Foolish ponies who fear the dark and all it holds.”

“I love you brother...”

“I love you too Foamy.”

“I... I m-m-miss my m-moth-ther-r-r-r...” Foamy trailed off as his eyes became vacant and lifeless. They stared dully ahead and the memory Spot closed his eyes with a free hoof. Then he drew his blade and carved Luna’s cutie mark into the soldiers right cheek. He blew on each closed eyelid and tapped the ears with his blade before stabbing up into his brain through his jaw and abandoning the corpse to perform the same ritual on the other Lunar cultist. When he was finished he rejoined the group of evacuees and when the rest of the militant cultists who still lived returned they headed off on their migration which would eventually lead to their current holdings.

The memory ended as they exited the tunnels and joined up with the main mass of refugees, which was a few thousand ponies strong, and were walking towards some distinguished looking unicorn mare.

“Well that was different.” Havoc commented. Almost on cue, a unicorn lictor smoothly trotted into the room.

“Elder, are you done with them?” He asked.

“You have need of them?” Spot Star inquired.

“Yes sir.”

“Then they need not remain in my presence.”

“Come with me travelers.” The lictor ordered before turning back the way he came and trotting out. Havoc rose on his hind legs and turned to the exit, he was out of the room well before the others. This was partly to allow them easier passage as he was certain he would block them off otherwise. The party regrouped and followed the lictor’s pace. The lictor led them from the amazing tunnels into the light of day, where they bore witness to a sight that made their blood run cold. At least those who had some reason to be affected. A temple was naught but rubble, shattered statues and carvings were scattered around it. That temple was sturdy work, there was no reason for it to just fall apart like it appeared to have done.

“As you can see somepony has committed a blasphemy against our precious goddess.

We suspect The Children of Discord to be at fault but we wish to gather more evidence of this before launching a costly attack against those psychopaths. You will be our outside investigators.

The cultists left no marks here save for a set of small, erratic, hoofprints. We suspect they exited the scene of the crime long ago. Before you ask, the children of Discord are the local chaos cult grown huge and terrible with isolation from Equestrian vigilance. They are the second group out here, the third and final is the Nightmare Pack. Freaks.

The Nightmare Pack are the mutant results of ponies altered in ancient experiments by Nightmare Moon, she created wolf ponies, vamponies, and shadow fangs, not to mention the moon stalkers. All in an effort to create ever more horrific soldiers to use against the people. Wolf ponies are sick hybrids of wolf and pony, naturally, and they combine the worst of both personality wise. They come in three variants, the earth variant is pretty basic.

Easy enough to kill, though they are stronger and faster than the average pony with a taste for the flesh of equines, they also tend to be a lot dumber than the other two. Like all wolf ponies the basic wolf pony has a set of four toed paws in place of their forehooves and their frontal leg structure is akin to that of the wolf half, the basic wolf pony also has a mouth full of teeth designed to tear flesh and crush bone. They have heads like some fusion of pony and wolf, yellow eyes and seemingly no whites, the tails are lengthy and lupine in structure, coats are also shaggy.

The wolf pegasus are savage and huge, they also have the ability to sense magic and specialize in killing unicorns. They are also much stealthier than the lesser pony-wolf hybrid despite their greater size and ferocity. And, of course, the wolf pegasus can fly with its massive owl-like wings. Totally silent.

The unicorn wolves are the worst, easily the biggest and they have magic specialized in killing. Ware their magic, it can render them invisible in the blink of an eye.

Vamponies are weird but not too bad, they can be identified by the long fangs and their purely predatory teeth. Their saliva has something in it that prevents clotting so once you’re bitten you don’t stop bleeding. Freak speed and strength, they have solid red eyes and a sadistic streak. They taunt prey, running them to the ground or into painful traps, and when they get their hooves on you they have a nasty habit of torturing prey both physically and mentally.

They can’t stand the day because the light hurts their sensitive eyes, their ears are more bat-like in structure as well so listen for little clicks in the solid dark.

Shadow fangs are basically shadow given form and life. They are masters of stealth in the darkness and the only way to hurt them is direct magical assault. They don’t play much but they tend to leave big bloody streaks all over the vicinity of the place they feed in. Messy eaters.

Moon stalkers only come out on full moons but they’re the worst. They don’t necessarily kill you, when they’re done you’ll be lucky if you die. Bigger than bears and ten times as mean, they have a vaguely equine form, multiple eyes and too many nostrils, tentacles lines their back and flanks. They have a rather disturbing mating process which can involve stallions and mares alike, I’ll spare you the details but needless to say the best way to sum it up is this: massive tentacle rape.

Be careful out there, chaos likes the heat of the day, it invigorates them for some sick reason.” The lictor explained in an oddly calm voice. Why he spoke like modern ponies too was a mystery that might just go unsolved.

Many frowns were had that day.
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Several hours later...

Scootaloo was light on her hooves as she crept along the mountain side. At this particular point a single misstep would send her plummeting to her demise, if not for her wings. All the same the ninja in training was cautious, the things below didn’t look very nice.

Numerous deformities such as superfluous legs and excess hooves were common. Others were more extreme, she saw a being that had the head of a pony and a body like an overlong camels and seven legs, four on the right side. They jabbered on in their chaotic voices, drooling with flecks of saliva spraying from their mouths with every syllable.

Scootaloo almost shuddered when she saw the twelve winged monster amongst them. It seemed all his limbs had been replaced with wings with extras added on haphazardly. He cackled at nothing as he hovered with lazy flaps. She saw a near perfect pegacorn among them, his otherwise handsome visage marred only by his overlong muzzle and the swirling stripes in place of any recognizable ocular structure. He seemed to be perpetually smiling, that was probably because he lacked any sort of lips and his mouth extended to behind his eyes.

A fight broke out at random between a pony shuffling along on what appeared to be flippers, who had but one eye, and another tall, due to his long and thin legs, and skinny pony. The one on flippers bit at a leg but the thin one kicked viciously in response. The fight was ended in moments as a much bigger pony came along and grasped them each in one of his mouths. He had three eyes, two mouths and all the parts they came with, and one head. He squeezed them in between his teeth and they squealed in pain, or possibly something else.

Scootaloo hurried along before the freaks looked up and saw her. She snuck by them without a hitch, until she heard flapping noises. She peeked back and down and saw something flying up here!

She crept along with slightly greater speed. She barely got out of immediate sight when the flaps were at her elevation. They remained there despite her frantic hope. In fact, they sounded like they were coming closer! She got back to her rapid creeping and looked for a cave or a big gash in the mountain side that she could hide in. She squeezed into such a gap moments before the thing flew around the side.

The pony was terrible to look upon with twisted flesh and random spikes of bone jutting from its skin. It’s wings made a buzzing noise as it flew, as it passed by her she saw that it had six functional wings and three pitiful vestigial ones. Saliva fell from its mouth in a foul waterfall flecked with red and yellow, and its eyes were bloodshot and glowed with feral energy. As its head turned past her she saw that it had two eyes on the right side of its head.

This thing was a perversion of Pegasus if she ever saw one and she felt horror and rage in equal amounts. Pegasus, the original, would weep at the sight of this monster. This... This thing was an insult to her very being and to Pegasus himself, she was certain that the revered warrior would slay the freak on sight. But, she had to hold back from leaping upon him in a flurry of hardened hooves.

He buzzed along with a few rapid coughs, phlegm shot from his mouth. Instinctive rage overwhelmed the fear and the horror only fueled it, she now had to make an effort not to jump at the twisted beast that seemed to be looking for her. Its left eye was glowing red as opposed to the green ones on the right side. It gave up with a guttural growl, it sounded disgusting.

She waited a few minutes for it to be completely out of sight before leaving her hiding place. She hissed angrily as she crept along, she planned on taking it out on the next freak she came across. So long as it was alone anyway. A montage ensued when she pulled a small device from a pocket on a strap she was wearing, the device was a moderately complex music player. She used the power of montaging to quickly reaching the lair of some strange wolfy things.

Once inside she proceeded to gently poke at a loose gem on a big crystalline structure. The gem went inside and the structure changed dramatically, within seconds the thing had exploded in a spray of shards and whole gems alike. She was lucky to have miraculously avoided all that shrapnel, the wolfy things got really angry though. They chased her because she was the only thing in that cavern that was not one of them. She heard horrific baying at her heels as she fled into some thick woods through a tunnel she had yet to test. She heard a rumbling as she ran out.

They kept pace with her. Though the smaller, and unwinged or unhorned, ones were having trouble, and occasionally one would just drop out of the chase, she wasn’t losing them anytime soon.

Naturally, she turned to her combat skills as a means of salvation. She became a whirl of motion, kicking and spinning and leaping all about. A jaw crunched with a well placed hoof, followed by the sickly crunching sound as her left hind hoof met the base of its skull. She snapped a fragile elbow, which would have been impossible on a pony, and whipped the attached wolf thing into its comrades using her strength and its momentum. She grinned as a flying wolf thing met her back-hooves with its face with her midair applebuck. She thanked Applebloom and Applejack both as she came down, the brutal move had caved in the thing’s face.

She leaped into the middle of a nearby clearing and grinned at her more wary assailants. Many of her of her erstwhile pursuers bore injuries or moved with limps, several had wounds that were anatomically impossible for a pony to sustain, once more proving the superiority of ponykind. She smiled at a huge horned wolf thing as it slowly stepped towards her, the thing was bigger than Big Macintosh. Comparing the two she realised that he would have come up to the thing’s shoulder if they were placed next to each other. She suppressed the surge of heat she felt whenever she thought about the big stallion, it was just as bad as the one she felt when she thought about Applebloom or even Spike.

It flexed its four legs before lowering its body and performing a slow circuit around her. The other wolf things had formed a loose circle around the clearing. It growled at her coherently and occasionally barked or roared for punctuation. This seemed to be some sort of ritual, precombat rites were common in Equestria. But for a ninja? She launched herself hooves first at the joints of the things forelegs in the middle of one of its series of barks. The cartilage tore and the bone at the ends cracked as her hooves impacted the weak points. The thing screamed as it fell.

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhh!!!” It roared, the agony it must be in was incredible. A quick flap of her wings to get her to the ground and a kick to that same dirt to get her in the air again and she was spinning over the giant’s head. She directed the energy of her spin and her momentum into the base of the big one’s head, she heard a sharp crack-crunch and his screaming stopped.

As she looked around the clearing from her perch she saw that all the wolf things were gaping at her, eyes wide with shock. She wondered if she had broken some sort of taboo. Being what she was, she had little concern. She specialised in quick physical takedowns, as opposed to poisons in civilian settings or long distance sniping. She flexed her wings before leaping into the air and waiting, they started backing up and looking at something above her.

She rolled aside in time to avoid the razor sharp claws of a wolf pegasus as it swept down beside her. Another almost caught her but she launched off of its long arm. As she swooped to dodge the second’s attacks she saw a third coming directly down on her and curled her body into a ball to protect herself. She bounced off its open maw and uncurled when she felt the teeth leave her spine, and kicked a hoof into the jaws of another. She had little time to identify them from each other so she began to wonder if they were just going to keep coming until she was too exhausted to fight.

The angry barks and howling were almost drowning out a high pitched whimpering.

She kept moving and moving and was at this point just trying to find a way to out of the maze of fur and fangs when a ragged howl was heard. The wolf things scattered and clung to the tops of the trees, looking at where she had killed the big, horned, wolf thing. She looked down as she caught her breath.

A winged wolf thing was crouching some distance from the corpse, which was slowly rising and whimpering and growling as it did. Scootaloo knew there was no way it could have survived that finishing blow. It groaned as it shook its head but it grinned as it heard a popping noise. It repeated its flexing and the other wolf things retreated until they were barely in sight, and that was mostly because there were so many of them.

The wolf thing had kept its eyes closed throughout that entire process, now it opened them and they were solid black with shadow stuff leaking out of them. And those terrible orbs were directed right at her. She kept her distance warily, there was something direly wrong for that one winged wolf thing to be the only one anywhere near it. The black eyed wolf unicorn paid no attention to the pegasus wolf, staring straight at Scootaloo and sitting on its haunches patiently.

Looking into the soulless pits of its eyes she decided to get away from this thing before something bad happened to her. She went straight up to prevent it from following her, but just as she broke the tree line she felt a pressure on her rear hooves. She flapped as hard as she could but didn’t shift even an inch higher, she looked down and to her horror there was a solid blackness around them. Then she was pulled down so fast she barely managed to register it.

Black tendrils slid towards her and she tried to get away, but the darkness around her hooved prevented anything but weak stalling. She looked for the source and saw they spread from the horned wolf thing’s shadow, the stuff around her hooves was dripping down from its horn to join the shadow beneath it. It was grinned down on her and a little shadow stuff was leaking from between its pale yellow teeth in strings. She shuddered as the disturbingly cold tendrils wrapped around her wings before pinning them to her body. Then blackness around her hooves back into the things shadow.

She jumped to her hooves and tried to free her wings, prying hooves and biting teeth failed just as simply flapping them off or flexing her wings back and forth did. She groaned as the thing stood and made a single strong bark in challenge. She had a feeling that despite her great speed and agility, there was no way she could overcome that thing’s magic and sheer reach with legs that long.

She tensed up as she turned to face the monster, it licked its fangs in response.

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Fifteen minutes later...

Her rear end was sore after that fight. Especially that spot that was almost between her legs, that stung with every step she took. She truly regretted using that move, especially since she’d thought it up mid-fight. Sure it had won the fight, but at what cost?

She reached into her pack and pulled out a case of salve. Grasping the lid with her teeth, she twisted it open with her left hoof. She was ever grateful for her species’ highly effective bone structure. She dipped the end of a hoof in and scraped a little out, afterwards she lightly placed the lid on the container and put it down.

She flipped onto her back and arched her rear towards her face. She grimaced at the reddish tint it had taken on and had to remind herself that she’d done what she had to in order to survive. She gently applied the pinkish salve to her rump and... special place with an orange hoof. It was times like this where she was glad she lacked the harder, and heavier, more solidly keratin plated bone hooves of the males. They would have made this much more uncomfortable.

When she was done she rolled onto her belly so see a terrifying sight.

The stag stared down at her. He was nearly twice her height and that was without taking his great antlers into the equation. They gave him an additional two and perhaps a third of a hoof on her. He had eyes that were black, but not like the eyes of the possessed wolf thing. They were reflective.

“Pony...” He droned as he took a step closer, his hooves scarcely disturbing the soil. They were sharp and he had two per foot, this was normal for deer.

“Er, hello sir! I uh, I didn’t know I was on your land! I was being chased by some wolf things and I happened to lose my way, I’ll be off as soon as possible. I apologise for the intrusion mister!” She replied as politely as she could. Deer were not fond of ponies.

They regarded ponies as thieves and homewreckers in most places and invaders or inferiors in others. This was often not too far off the mark as ponies tended to mess with their lives, intentionally or otherwise. They had actually pushed most of the native deer out when they came to Equestria and, in the area known as Scandinavia today, they had abused and oppressed the native deer from the start. Ponies were not native to that region, the various deer species had been receptive to the newcomers at first and when push came to shove the ponies beat them with greater numbers and arms. So when this stag here found her on his way to wherever, he was probably not too happy to see her.

“Hmmph” He snorted, then made a throat rattle, “Bad little pony, eh? This is sacred place. You not welcome here, but maybe I can make exception.” She then noticed he was speaking Equestrian rather badly and his Norse accent was thick to boot.

She licked her teeth behind her lips as an idea came to her. She had thoroughly scanned him from the start and noticed his apparel was not consistent with that of a farmer or even a lumberjack. He wore a long cotton shirt under a puma, or mountain lion or even cougar if you prefer, hide jacket. He had a large axe slung across his back and a mid-length sword sheathed along his right flank, numerous sheathed daggers decorated his left, and the head of the big cat was nestled between his antlers. The jaw went around his own and attached to the upper portion of skull by cords of sinew through the skin, the jaw was missing the skin and flesh underneath.

He also had some tattoos and scars, both ritual and otherwise. An odd combination of bladed half-circles, serpent patterns, and the occasional symbol in a language she didn’t speak composed the tattoos and scars. He was an impressive specimen by her reckoning. He fairly rippled with muscle across his frame and he looked quite healthy with a shiny grey and white coat and surprisingly white teeth.

“Er, you wouldn’t happen to be a warrior would you? All those muscles, those big weapons, and that lion skin just screams of your skill.” She said with quick flutter of her short eyelashes. She knew that warriors, especially Norse, were rather fond of boasting and loved having their egos stroked almost as much as they liked having a rather pride central organ stroked.

He halted and posed a little, he tossed his head to show off his antlers and the cat skin. She knew her plan had worked then. Now she just had to take advantage of this distraction.

“Why yes, little mare is smart I see!” He began with a big smile, “I am not just warrior, I am so great that I come here to hunt the mighty monsters of these land! Is proving ground see?” He continued with a gesture to a symbol on one of saddlebags he wore. The same symbol was present on his backpack as well, it was the stylised face of a long fanged wolfpony. As she looked at it she further examined him and saw that she had misjudged him.

He was both depraved and a pervert. His penis was semi erect and it hung from between his legs like a short black staff. She shied away from him upon seeing it. This meant he was either sick in the head or had been deprived of does for a long time, she randomly remembered she was supposed to refer to male reindeer as bulls for some reason. She also understood what he meant when he considered making an exception as she had first thought he meant to kill her and take sections of her corpse as a trophy, use her as bait, or take her as a slave. That last one was still possible.

“Well that’s pretty cool but if you don’t mind I really need to going.” She hurriedly said, deer were dangerous enough unarmed, she’d rather not end up like the ponies in the training films who’d thought they could take armed deer alone. Poor foals were ripped apart.

“Why so soon?” He asked and took a couple of steps forward.

“Well, thing is my dad’s kinda waiting for me.” She replied nervously.

“Really? Well why can you not take a little longer to get to him, and if no then how about I meet him?” He replied and moved his other two legs forward.

“Er, he’s timing me and he’d rip this place apart if I’m even a minute late. I can put you in contact with him if you’d like.” She offered while reaching into her small pack.

“Hah hah hah, sure. I will talk to daddy, explain to him why little girl is late. Is part of code to aid friends after all.” He agreed with a big grin.

“Give me a moment, I have to go through mom first.” She said while she pulled out a small communicator.

It had three quarters of a charge due to frequent calls to her friends, she was issued this unit by her superiors in the academy but it was fine to use it for civilian purposes. It allowed communication with other units through a magical transmission to a specific magic frequency that every unit emits. Each frequency is slightly different and is also coded, this ensures that no mix ups occur. By the same virtue one could also send messages directly to beings that emitted magic, and just as the units emitted magic on slightly different frequencies so did living things like unicorns only the differences tended to be more distinct.

She had long ago scanned all the unicorns she considered friends with the unit in the event that she needed help, Twilight had a very distinct and strong signature because she was very powerful but even if she didn’t come she could probably count on the hyper violent psychopath to come running to the opportunity to kill something. She also knew Twilight was trained in the decoding of said transmissions.

After she pressed on a series of differently colored buttons, this was a feature designed partly to confound those species who lacked color vision like the earth dogs, she held the communicator to her left ear and waited. She knew that, possibly very far away, the signals slamming into Twilight’s horn and she was likely very annoyed and probably feeling some pain even as she realized what the unexpected ‘attack’ was and beginning to decode it.

“Hello?” Scootaloo heard from her unit’s receiver.

“Ah yes, hello mom! How are you?” She replied

“Scootaloo?! Is that really you?!”

“Now isn’t the time mom, I’m sure dad knows. Can I please talk to him, I’m pretty sure mister tall dark and scary sort of needs to know how his precious little girl is doing. Especially since there’s a a reindeer here who I think he’d love to talk to.” Scootaloo threw emphasis on numerous words to help Twilight understand her needs and situation.

“Oh, right. Well give me a moment.” Twilight caught on quickly of course and the bright unicorn soon set the comm spell to the equivalent of speaker.

“What do you mean speak into your horn?” A very deep voice said in confusion from the other side. This startled the deer but he kept his composure.

“Hi daddy!” Scootaloo interjected before he could mess them up.

“This sounds like Scootaloo. And I am talking to somepony through the horn of a unicorn.”

“That’s because it is, and you wouldn’t have to talk through mom’s horn if you’d remembered to bring your hoofphone. I swear you forget it every time we go out! So, uh, dad. Would you mind talking to this fellow here for me. I think the here deer can explain why I’ll be late for the meetup.” She quickly passed the phone to the reindeer who clearly had little experience with such devices.

“Deer? Deer!? I haven’t seen a deer since... Hey, who are you so near my Scootaloo anyway?” Havoc asked as he decided to play along to see where this went. He decided to attempt to use the nobles of his world as a reference for a father figure, typically it was the nobility that took the best care of their offspring and they were very protective of their female children.

“Er, I am Dreyra-Kyndill and I-” He sounded very brave for someone talking to a voice that literally sounds bigger than him.

“I don’t know what that means but I’m tracing this signal right now. Don’t mo-” He was cut off when he got teleported by a seemingly random burst of magic from Twilight’s active horn.

“-ve until... I...” He looked around in confusion before speaking again, “Mongrel b*********! How the flack did I get here?! By the holy duck, I swear this place is actively screwing with me!” He was very annoyed.

The bull stared up at him with a combination of horror and awe. Scootaloo took the opportunity to get behind him and readied herself for the overhead lunge that would get his powerful neck between her hooves.

“You! Oh lost Odin preserve me for the beast has come and found me consorting with its offspring!” He wailed as he reached back and drew his axe.

He was on his rear hooves before she had a chance to take him down, she was being careful to stay out of sight now. Deer were more dangerous than ponies by far. In fact, they were one of the favored foes of gryphons and had even stopped Lysander’s seemingly unstoppable naval juggernaut on three separate occasions. This breed was well known for its prowess both on land and at sea and they typically travelled in great herds numbering in the hundreds or thousands. The fact that this one was alone hinted at either some unknown but truly terrible crime he’d committed to be abandoned or, more likely, that he was dangerous enough to be allowed to strike out on his own.

Lysander almost never lost a battle and this was even more rare when he was at sea, it was like the seaborne armada was his element. It was rumored he had been conceived on a ship and later hatched on that very same one during battle in the midst of the most powerful oceanic tempest in four hundred years, just as it was said he came out fully feathered and joined the fight to terrifying effect. He was supposedly the only survivor, according to legend he’d pointed the ship towards Spartan shores where the sailors who investigated the boat found but a single hatchling amongst the piles of gryphon bones. There is a reason people bring up the navy history every time he’s mentioned.

“For mine forfedre!” He bellowed before the two males simultaneously charged each other. It was like they were both responding to some unknown signal it was so perfectly timed.

Scootaloo cursed under her breath as they collided with a very audible crunching thunk, the deer let out a loud groan as the pain of the impact reached his brain. The axe scraped off without leaving even a scratch on Havoc’s dragon-like hide. The deer launched a kick that would have easily caved in and impaled a pony’s skull while Havoc rose on his own rear hooves in preparation for a finishing move. Hard and fast, that’s how Havoc liked to fight and that was how he usually won. The deer knew his end was at hoof, those great jagged edged hooves would make short work of him.

He raised his axe high with both forelegs and let out a keening call, a noise distinctive to deer, moments before Havoc crushed his entire body beneath his hooves. Havoc went on to smash and tear at the corpse until he was satisfied with the shard, hair, and hide riddled goo that remained. Then he turned his bloody eyes upon Scootaloo and licked his blade-like teeth.

“Eh heh heh heh heh. Hey there big guy! Thanks for the help just now, would have been a real hassle to “take care” of him on my own.” She said with a nervous smile.

“Was that you who took out that temple? You know, the one with the bat ponies and the freaky unicorns and earth ponies? The skinny freaks if you don’t know what I mean.” He replied. What few understand is that Havoc was, in essence, nearly a textbook definition of demon.

He was born into a hell of sorts, he grew up cold and savage, he took immense pleasure in the pain and downfall of others, he had a taste for death and even his own pain was enjoyed to an extent, and now he had power enough to kill the stars if he so desired, but only if he could learn how. He also had all the time he could possibly need to learn to use his might. But he had weaknesses like every other living thing. One of his was that he required a constant stream of stimulation. This was partly because he was not used to being alone with his thoughts, last time that had happened he was trapped in a vault and that scarred him mentally.

The things he imagined while starving to death were terrifying in the extreme, the torture inflicted on his elder cousin was not even comparable to a tenth of the horror he had conjured up within his mind. Evil lurked within his heart and it was nurtured with psychotic impulses and hateful grudges that would last until one of the parties involved was dead. Right now Havoc was very bored, he had been doing detective work for hours on end and that did not suit him at all, he hadn’t killed or gotten into a fight with anything for multiple hours prior to his arrival at this location. Right now he needed to do one of two things:
Either he would kill the little female and take his time doing it, just to work off some of that pent up anger that he’d built up due to boredom, or he would screw her unconscious.

Havoc was not very complicated. He killed, he ate, he drank, he got high, he got drunk, he copulated, he followed orders, and he slept if the occasion called for it. Sleeping would not be an occasional thing if he actually required it. If he so desired, he could go for the remainder of his life without sleep so long as he kept himself fueled with food and drink or magic. He only slept as frequently as he did due to not knowing about this, a normal endothermic being would not have lasted two months in slumber without making preparations for hibernation prior. He shook it off like rainwater. He was no longer even vaguely normal, the closest comparison for what he was was currently encased in stone and being held in a secret chamber in Olympus.

Right now he was leaning more to killing, he was not quite recovered from the most recent nightmare. This scenario would have been very bad for her health if not for what happened within the following three seconds.

“Well it wasn’t on purpose! How could I have known that that portrait had been positioned right on a fault line that ran the breadth of the building and-” She was interrupted by her danger senses telling her to get out of dodge.

She leapt into the air and rapidly climbed while Havoc filled his mouth with dirt. She had narrowly avoided losing her frontal torso to teeth harder than diamonds, but that was not what set her off. What set her off was the sound of the hundreds of ponies running in her direction. While it took a few terrifying minutes of narrowly avoiding being bisected by an annoyed and sense hungry predator, they did eventually arrive. And they were diverse.

Mutant chaos worshipper stood side by side to long and sharp of tooth vampire bioweapon. Snarling wolf beast stood next to enraged Luna cultist and the weirdest part was they were all focused on one being. The very being who was struggling to avoid suffering a fate that only a voraphiliac would envy. But naturally the sight of a veritable army showing up from all sides took his attention off the pretty little pony he was trying to consume whole. He stared across the woodland at the formerly warring factions surrounding him.

“What are you doing?! Finish her already!” Yelled the old pony covered in runes of glowing energy. Scootaloo didn’t recognise him.

“What are y-” Havoc began.

He was cut off, again, by teleporting Twilight Sparkle, this time with semi-complete adventuring party companion set. She and the others landed somewhere below Havoc, whose horn ring had been glowing angry purple for the past two minutes.

“Finally! What took you so long?!” Scootaninja, because that somehow sounds right, asked in exasperated relief.

“Don’t you talk to me in that tone young lady! You have no idea what happened just now!” Twilight retorted while trying to towel off Thrash, who was shaking wide eyed and coated in something slick and shiny.

“Is it wrong to feel that that was somehow awesome?” He murmured.

“F*** chaos cultists! F*** them up the rear view window with a full grown tree.” Corrosive vehemently declared as he tried to scrub the slime off his cutie mark.

“WILL YOU STOP CUTTING ME OFF FOR SELENE’S SAKE?!!” Havoc yelled at the sky.

The gathering grew quiet at his hateful words. Only two were willing to openly question the angry stallion up close, not just because of fear either. Some were simply of the opinion that it was best not to question those yelling to nonexistent beings in the sky. One of these brave beings leaped up and landed on and behind the larger animal’s neck. The other flew before him, but still where he wasn’t looking and readied hooves harder than titanium. The eyes of these two beings met and they nodded simultaneously.

The wolf on Havoc’s neck pushed his head down with magically enhanced strength, the half pony below smacked him across the cheeks with both forehooves. This broke Havoc’s angry glaring quite effectively. Now he focused startled eyes on a scaly red pony-like being before him, and an albino wolf-like being above him.

“What is wrong with you? There’s no-one there, you’re just yelling at the dark.” The wolf tiredly intoned, he sounded both bored and tired despite the energy he was expending maintaining a grip on Havoc’s fur.

“Did I just get smacked?” Havoc didn’t even sound angry. He didn’t even sound annoyed. He just sounded surprised.

This act had caught him so perfectly off guard that his brain didn’t even have time to act on this affront to put him in a state of rage which would surely put the devastation wrought by nuclear warheads to shame, he was actually put into mild shock by this simple action. Over the course of his entire life, nobody had ever slapped him out of nowhere like that. This left him without a built in response to this sort of thing.

“I see it, but I don’t believe it...” Twilight breathed in awe.

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Thirty minutes later...

“Then we all agree on who punishes who?” Spot asked the three other figures sitting around the crystal table.

“We get the arch sinner, the demon, and the mage.” The giant mutant with five horns and three heads spat with relish. He was the master of the Discord worshippers, for what little that was worth in a society dedicated to the ideals of freedom, chaos, and madness of a sort.

“We get the dragon things.” The somewhat tall vampire and massive wolf unicorn said in tandem. They lead the Nightmare Pack, the vampire was female while the wolf unicorn was male which was supposed to be symbolic of something.

“And we take the phoenix hybrids, the zebra thing, and the wolf.” Spot Star finished with a frown. The other elders sat in the darkness behind him, watched at all times by the ever faithful lictors.

“Let the peace and pain-” The vampire began.

“- begin its reign.” The wolf unicorn continued.

“In the light of Discord’s hated bane we frolick.” The most monstrous of the group stated.

“And in darkness of night and the shadows of day we trust.” Spot finished. It was the newly made chant of the union.

The three parties went off to various hidden places to deliver “justice” unto their chosen victims.

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Ten minutes later...

Thrash slammed another monster into a nearby wall and leaped agilely to the left. He’d had managed to avoid the razor sharp talons of some unnamed breed of cave dweller.Where such degenerates came from was no mystery, the Lunars had been rather open about these lost cousins of theirs. But the fact that they would use their own for arena stock was horrific, then again they had been away from the guiding light of Equestria for a long time. He landed on his feet and blindly punched out before him.

Whatever he hit screamed as something internal broke. He lashed out with a set of razor sharp claws on his right foot and ripped it open, it fell wheezing. His eyes were closed as he crushed its chest. He heard tapping in the darkness as some other monster ran at him with as much silence as it could manage.

Thrash opened his eyes and beheld a long legged, spike hoofed monster. It screamed as it realized he knew it was coming, this one had huge glowing eyes that didn’t look very comfortable to blink. Long legs tipped with sharp spikes that pierced the rock propelled it at him like a bolt. He raised a hand and altered gravity's pull, it slammed into the ceiling above and splattered.

He heard an inequine roar and ran, not in fear but in preparation. He drew near to a curve in the tunnel and slammed a palm against it, he utilized magic to hold him to it and spun his body so that he was upside down. He waited with his legs hanging towards the ceiling several Celestia standard legs(the pony equivalent of a meter) above.

A bigger freak came charging down the tunnel screaming wildly, its eyes were covered in skin and clearly vestigial. It tilted a fang filled mouth towards him and he impaled it through its fading eyes and threw it up. He followed the move with a grasping foot and swung it down and broke its neck against the solid stone floor. It twitched even as he released his grip on te wall and walked over its dying form.

He heard clicking underneath the sounds of what was probably cheering and cursing from above and sighed. Onto the next he supposed.
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“Raaagh!!” Corrosive bellowed as he smashed a twisted, scaled, thing which was best left unnamed.

He might have used his fangs to cut through the tough natural armor but when he saw foul green stuff pouring out of some of their wounds he decided that he would leave that nastiness to someone else. A tentacle wrapped around his wings and pulled him back as a limb studded with small bone blades ran across his armored throat. He snorted and smashed a hoof where the thing’s face should have been. He hit air.

Getting angry, he flipped his wings forwards and the mutant beast before him. He saw that its face was where its rear end should be and spat a hateful curse that he remembered from his mother, just to mix it up he combined it with one of the rude things he overheard Soarin say when referring to his sister.

The thing died when he smashed his front hooves in the center of its back, he had to hit something vital there. He ripped the stinking tentacles from his back and threw them at the pulsating wall, then a shadow burst from who knows where and the scene changed dramatically, no longer was this the inside of some disgusting chaos beast. He roared and charged forwards as a massive metal thing on two legs ran at him with a large sword in its hands.

The metal thing swung the sword at him and he bit the blade, which shattered between his teeth. The thing kicked out at his chest and knocked him back. Then it roared with a voice that too sounded metallic before whipping out a gun that looked to be the length of Corrosive’s body.

“Heh heh, I love my job!” It cackled in a voice that was unfamiliar. Yet it was almost like Havoc’s, or maybe a grown dragon? Naw, not quite deep enough.

“Shut up and die damn you!” Corrosive retorted before he lunged at the shiny biped with the menacing glass-like eyes.
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“Back! Get away from me you little freaks!” Twilight screamed.

She blasted away a pony that looked more like a thick length of intestine as it approached her. Acidic blood spewed from it as it she rent it with magic. She was backed against a wall in a canyon that seemed to be swarming with the little monsters.

“I told you to stay away from me! YOU! ARE! NOT! GOING! TO! EAT! ME!!!” She screamed as she began to let loose, firing thaumic energy like an overpowered machine gun at the beasts that were actually crawling over each other to reach her.

“I’m going to rape you!” She heard from above and she looked up to identify her next target. It was a stallion, organic skin flaps stretched between his legs, he glided down at her with an overlong blue tongue trailing behind him.

“No you won’t!” She blasted him right in the crotch and he fell from the air, writhing.

“I’m as mad as a minotaur with a brand up his rear and I’m not going to take it anymore! Nobody is gonna victimize Twilight Magic Sparkle ever again!” Magic was her real middle name.

Something grabbed her from behind, somehow. She screamed and kicked out as what looked like a chunk of the dirt and stone wall tried to pull her in. It groaned as her magically strengthened hooves smashed its front off, if that was its front. Chaos cultists this far gone tended to have questionable anatomies.

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Five more minutes later, e.g. present...

“Darn you Scootaloo! I tried everything! Kicking, biting, clawing, butting, power blasts, fire, acid, electricity, blood, weapons formed of every metal I know how to replicate, I even tried licking it! Nothing freaking works! Blast my life!” Havoc roared in panic. He had previously found nothing he couldn’t hurt when he came to this dimension, now it was getting to be more like home.

This thing was known to the Discordists as a godslayer and it was created to overthrow Celestia. Fortunately it had somehow gotten stuck in the cave system before it was fully developed though over time its very presence had warped the place into the disturbing labyrinth it was today. Havoc leaped over an average sized horny toad which exploded into purple cotton candy, that ate away at the rippling red floor on contact.

He snarled as what appeared to be a wall of paper formed before him and swerved to avoid it. The godslayer slammed into it and bounced off before resuming its chase. The thing was indescribable. Seriously, by the time you figured out what you were looking at it was already changing into something else. The only consistent thing about it was that it was big and angry. A ribbed tentacle studded with pickles lashed out and Havoc ducked his head to keep his horn out of the thing’s grasp. He saw a giant vagina and jumped into it, it was moist yet dry inside.

He dragged himself halfway through with his claws before switching to his hooves when the rules of physics shifted so that a relatively smooth surface had a better grip on the even smoother squishy wall of this nasty, unnatural, orifice. When he got through he immediately jumped straight up as instinct told him what he needed to do. He somehow moved forwards at great speed and went on to land on and run vertically down a web made of bubblegum and... semen. He stepped across solid vapor and it sucked the foul stuff off his hooves and replaced it with brown gelatin.

“How are you doing this?!” Scootaloo asked in amazement.

“What do you mean? The ponies got along just fine when Discord got out that first time. Besides, where I come form this is like... an average Thor’s day.” He replied tiredly. That vagina thing had tried to eat his liver when he blinked and he’d had to hold his breath to keep the bile down.

“That was different, they were corrupted already so they were adapted to it. And don’t you mean Thursday?”

“No I mean Thor’s day, don’t know where you ponies got Thursday from but everywhere I go they call it Thor’s day. Except Oakland, that place is mostly inhabited by men with slugs for arms and penises for heads. They can’t pronounce Thor’s day because of the shapes of their mouths. Then again, they can’t really speak anyway so they don’t count.”

Scootaloo was quiet after that. She was too busy trying to forget what she’d just heard to comment. The godslayer kept pace with ease by flying through a cloud of flies who noisily complained in New York accents about jerks pushing through with no regard for hard working people and slowing down traffic. A bald headed fat man with an orange mustache wearing a red, black, and white suit appeared by Havoc’s side riding a great white turtle.

“Pingas, pingas, pingas, pingas, pingas, ping-” He yelled before something pink and hairy stuffed itself inside his throat and burned away his insides.

“Fwash schoof schaaack!” He cried as he began to transform into blubber. Mucus yellow blubber coated with white pebbles. Nothing made sense here. Havoc flipped onto his head and slid across the floor with half of his horn buried, it was currently faster than running for no reason whatsoever.

“Hley Slootallo?” He asked her.

“Wlat? Alnd whly ils thlere aln ell iln elvery wlord Il slay?”

“Dlon’t blother tlrying tlo fligure ilt oult, jlust glo wlith ilt. Slo hlow ark youk enjoyking thisp thrip liltlle vlone?”

“Bwhat? bware vyou... vright, vyou van vstop vretending vo ve vmy vad vow. Vo vneed vo vlay valong vnymore.”

“Shokay. Shtill.”

“THIS SHUCKS!” She screamed in annoyed rage. Havoc returned to right side up but wasn’t moving much, he just had the edges of his claws against the floor while they somehow moved forwards like this. Then he came to a sudden stop and he frowned at the open space before him.

“What, why’d you stop?”

“We can’t go forwards anymore. If I try I might turn into fish.”

“Er, okay. So what do we do?”

“We stay here and die. It was nice to meet you, wish I’d had a few more years spo I could cvould mlount eeyou.” She almost puked when she heard him say that. Sex was the last thing on her mind at the moment.

The mutating beast was coming closer rapidly, they turned to look upon their doom before they could see no more. Or perhaps they would see everything for all eternity, not like they ever found out.

A being of smooth, gleaming, metal appeared before them in a muted flash. It was bipedal and looked to be a featureless, but for its height, human type statue. It had not a single fault or sharp edge to its build, it was like a perfectly formed chunk of metal. It was some shade of grey that was like silver or perhaps white. Then it moved.

Its head tilted to its left as it looked upon the godslayer before it shook it in what may have been disappointment. Not a single joint revealed an opening of any sort, while it had joints the metal simply shifted and flowed with the man thing’s movements. It ran at the monster, the metal man was perhaps eight feet tall, the monster was possibly five times that and considerably wider and longer.

The godslayer looked like it was going to crush it underneath its bulk when the thing leaped at it and punched out with its right fist. When it contacted the monster the godslayer’s body glowed white in a wide area around the point of impact and it screamed horribly from over a thousand mouths in uncounted voices.

Then it fell backwards and atomized within moments. The metal man bellowed with deep metalized laughter before turning to face the dumbstruck pair. Havoc’s jaw had literally hit the floor from his heads considerable elevation due to the twisted laws of physics in this place.

The man calmly strode toward them and they then saw clear crystal eyes, they were shaped like large pointed ovals. The metal where the mouth should be resembled a grinning mouth full of large fangs and a red glow emitted along the lines of the teeth as it resumed laughing.

“What? Never seen a godslayer die before? This is the second time I’ve seen it happen in this world alone. Hahahahahahaha!” A familiar metallic voice called out as it came closer.

“Who are you?” Havoc asked, his jaw was still on the floor but this place disrespected the crap out of physics and relativity. The metal man extended a hand and Havoc’s jaw reset itself with a painful click.

He rubbed it as the metal man spoke again, “Why, I’m you! Only older, much older. So old that it would hurt your brain as your puny mind tried to figure it out. Hahahahahaha, I know you’re wondering what that means. Well, you know the Emperor right?”

Havoc nodded. His mind was too confused to panic.

“He is like a very young child to me. Your seventeen years? Bah, it doesn’t even register. You are like an unformed fetus to me child, and shut up Scootaloo. I know what you’re thinking and it’s false.” The metal around his head melted onto his shoulders as he came within a meter of the pair.

Short cut, solid black, hair adorned his head. It was all exactly half a centimeter long. His right eye was like the current Havoc’s while his left had the original nearly black brown or grey iris of his former eyes as well as the round pupil. He possessed a new set of scars but they were still impressive, including three long gouges. One was barely a centimeter below the edge of his mouth, they were present to the back of his jaw and ran down his neck from there to beyond what they could see. His teeth were odd too, his upper row was the a clean version of the carved fangs he’d had when he was pure human while the lower row was the natural predatory variant Havoc currently possessed.

“I see. Hey, where’s the, uh. You know.” Havoc replied.

“Gone. It was removed thousands of years ago, a reward of sorts for a job done exceedingly well.”

“Really now?” Havoc raised and eyebrow.

“Heh, don’t fret my friend. They’re still alive alright, I won’t let them die. And for names, you will be Havoc. I will go by our old title, remember the one? I worked so very hard to earn it back on our birthworld.” Havoc grinned, he did indeed remember.

“So Destroyer, any reason you came back other than saving my shrapnel riddled hide?”

“Yes, I come bearing gifts. First off, Discord is a pussy. Seriously, while he isn’t bad as an enemy he is a lot more sentimental than he looks. Don’t trust that white furred slut. Don’t trust the black furred whore either, you’ll know who I mean soon enough. The one with the carapace is a traitor, but you would have guessed that soon anyway. Erm, watch out for those elementals too. The dragoness stayed loyal.

What else. Ah, yes. You know Lysander? He is one evil son of a she-devil, so you can rely on that dead bastard. You have grown since becoming a you-know-what so you should really check yourself in a mirror or something sometime. Blood blood blood, that’s the code. Er, never trust the Imperium of man or the Chaos gods. Don’t touch that little punk, slut, Slaanesh even once before you kill it. While your understanding of gender is somewhat open, even I haven’t figured out what that thing that calls itself Slaanesh is, you’d even be better off going after one of those weird bird dinosaur thing he keeps in his pastures because they would have some sort of identifiable gender and that’s just nasty. Twilight has been sexually molested since she turned fifteen, seriously, it was what she got on her birthday instead of a party and it has continued until she was legal but that’s just because it isn’t molestation as much since she’s able to give consent. You will know what to do with that when the time comes. Rainbow Dash is disturbing, Fluttershy too, Pinkie Pie will ruin your first try and you have to ruin her celebration party in return, Rarity is a lesbian, Applejack... As for Applejack, ‘nough said. She’s Applejack, trust your suspicions on that one.

F*** Nightmare Moon, hard. Exterminate the muslims before they give rise to the hebrews followed by the christians, that will really mess up your Romans. Never turn your back on Rex, he’d shove a knife in your spine if you do. Memorize dimensional coordinates, you will thank you when you realize the importance. Erm, be nice to Molestia number seven but be wary of that horn. Be the alpha stallion with the others. Fire mane is good. Learn pressure control and make sure to learn it well enough to maintain it subconsciously, otherwise you’ll be forced to stay in this armor in many dimensions. Spike is an assassin. Remember to keep Hitler supplied with his fix, it’s what keeps that poor racist s******** going. If he drops too early he won’t be in the proper position for exploitation. Though you will be tempted to torture that poor fool endlessly you shouldn’t, be harsh and mess with him from time to time but don’t abuse him too much or he won’t be useful anymore.

Don’t let Sweetie Bell corner you, Applebloom is an addict, and shame on Scootaloo for what she’s going to do. You don’t want to know why ponies really call Big M. big, though he’s isn’t homosexual. Granny Smith tastes great in Earth weed. The Apples are too numerous for you to hunt them all down so don’t even try. Zecora is great at crafting drugs and chemicals, and don’t just call it brewing or making. She much prefers the term ‘crafting’, and remember she is a master alchemist. Watch that pixie pony carefully, just trust me on this one. Trixie is a rapist. Godzilla must fall to your pimp slap, so keep your pimp hoof slash hand strong.

Enslave the thylacine. Don’t forget that the core of a planet has to be more dense than the rest. Most planets aren’t as big as the two you’re used to and pretty much all of the dimensions you enter, besides this one and the home one, are considerably less dense unless they are some sort of mirror dimension and even then there’s a high chance of a lower density and gravity. Seriously, compared to the rest these dimensions are like the diamonds to dust. Just walking will crack solid rock kilometers thick so you need to master that pressure control if you want to survive with an intact planet. Most humans aren’t even a tenth as bad as your homies so they will be really easy to break. And the anti-you’s weak point is his sissy heart. Oh, and don’t apply all this too soon or even this time period. Some of it comes in millennia later.

Now for the psychical stuff.” He smiled as objects seemed to materialize in the palm of his metal sheathed hand. “Gotta love dimensional pockets, that’s how Spike and Twilight did it by the way. I am not talking about sex either. That reminds me, your approach to genders is actually a lot more open than that of the weakling humans so use that as a threat if anything.” He finished.

The first thing he gave to Havoc was a few large gryphon bones sitting in a pile of shards. Not that Havoc knew they came from a gryphon.

“The surviving bones of Lysander, I’ll give you some necromantic spells so you can use them.” The Destroyer whispered into Havoc’s mind. He followed this with, in essence, mental schematics for calling Lysander’s bitter spirit from Pandemonium as well as a few methods of bringing that gryphon back to life. They would work for other lifeforms too but they were given for a particular wicked entity. The bone floated in front of his face after it left the Destroyer’s hand

Next was a blood red gem.

“This is built from the condensed blood of the population of an entire planet’s sapient population that was sacrificed to me. Not some primitive world either, over thirty billion lives were sacrificed to produce this one crystal. A very special device was used to get the blood to me across the multiverse and because the sacrifices were all spilled directly into the altar the life energy was preserved. I call it a bloodstone and I have many more, but this is your first so cherish it and learn its many uses.” This thing radiated energy. Havoc decided not to tell anypony where this thing came from, or what it was made from. No need to scare them, yet. the gem and the bones slowly circled each other.

Then Havoc was given a necklace with a blue rhombus at its front, it was hung with the teeth of some predator on short strings.

“This is Goldilocks. But this is just a small part of her, the rest will come when called. She’s not very smart but she is very useful. She... Well technically she isn’t an intelligent life-form, even if she looks like one. She can’t talk, she barely understands what we say, and she can get territorial at times. But the animal is ‘loving’ and loyal, and if you need something to plow she’s attractive and always willing. You’ll figure out what that means later. By the time you do you’ll have reached the age where you don’t really have much left of your old morales that would have stopped you, not like those silly things invented by the mortals to justify their actions will even apply to you by then. Besides, to you all mortals will be animals on the same level as Goldy by then.” That... That sounded weird, Havoc made a mental note to figure out what he meant by plow. The necklace joined the bloodstone bones.

Fourth was a strip of hide with words in Havoc’s language printed in what looked like blood. It was not English, it was a language hundreds of years younger than English.

“This is your divine I.D. It lets other gods know to stay the fudge off or suffer the consequences. I don’t know when the first got it but I was given mine just as you are now. From what I hear it can take millions of years to earn one of these. It also signifies your membership in some obscure divine coalition. Not too many rules, basically don’t mess with your fellow members’ territory. Though they tend to be more discreet with us, normally they very openly call on the other members to exact punishment upon individuals or groups who infringe on territory. With us, they call us to the side and very nicely ask us to stop.

Apparently we are one of the scariest members in the Coalition, not the most respected mind you, but feared enough that they don’t mess with us. Sometimes the only one called on to accomplish some Coalition task is me. Might have something to do with this right here. I’m assuming that a much older version of us is some sort of enforcer or something. By the way, I may call on you for help in the future and if you need help... You will know how to call other you’s across time and space when you need to just as you’ll know when and how to make a copy to pass on to the next you, just keep that I.D. on you. If you somehow lose it I doubt you’ll get another one, I certainly won’t give you one.” The I.D. joined the other three.

Fifth was a white chunk of stone in the shape of a crescent moon.

“This is your first memory bank. I have some essential information stored in there for you, you won’t need it after a while but it will be a big help for now. And if you shove it up one of those wretched, well they aren’t wretched but I’m using that as an insult, mares’ slits it will shut them up for a while. Probably because it vibrates on contact with living things.” The moon shaped storage unit joined the other four.

Last was a sharp piece of solidified darkness.

“This... Hahahahahaaa! This is possibly the second most valuable gift you are intended to receive. This, in a way, is your essence. Don’t touch it, it will cut you and it will hurt more than any other wound you’ve ever felt. Ever notice that pissed off part of your mind? You probably know the part. Always hinting at what you should be doing to these little meat bags and urging you to blow s*** up just because? This will help you keep that from taking the rest of you hostage” The shard calmly floated to the center of the formation.

“One question.” Havoc tried.

“How will you carry this stuff. Temporary dimensional pocket sonny, just until you learn to make one of your own. When you’ve got it just right this stuff will be transferred. And no, you don’t need to know how that works right now and yes, I am a jerk. I am also a monster and many other terrible things. You should know.” The Destroyer said through the seamless fangs at the front of his helmet.

“Okay, that all?”

“Course not, you want to know how its gonna go. Well I’ll tell you. See thing is, things are going to get very bad. Very bad for you anyway. Seriously, you have no idea how bad. To put it in perspective I’ll use an analogy.

You think things are going well, your huntings gone off with minimal difficulties and you have enough for everyone. Then you fall into a very deep pit trap that you had no way of seeing, on your way down you keep slamming into the sheer rock walls and you end up with a lot of broken bones and snapped joints and you get scraped until you have more of what’s supposed to stay inside visible from the outside. Then you land on a bunch of spikes and some of them are not angled straight up so hurt even more as your momentum slams you almost to the base of the spikes. Then when you’ve hit the bottom and you think you can just die the rape maggots and bone worms crawl out of holes in the walls, floor, and even some of the spikes. Your agony lasts so long that you begin to wonder when you weren’t down here in this misery.

Life will suck for you for so long. But you hang in there, you don’t have a choice. Your body refuses to die and you don’t know how else you can surrender. But this experience makes you mightier than before. The invertebrates emerge from you, bloated on your meat, and die. Your body is loaded with poison that prevents the maggots from growing up and slowly kills the little monsters. While it hurt more than you could imagine they had a positive effect too.They ate away at all your softer organs and let only the hardest and most unpalatable parts behind, therefore you weigh less so you now have the strength to drag yourself off those spikes.

You have lost all your fat and what muscle remains is iron hard.uns through your veins is cold but will not freeze because of the antifreeze that is now soaked into you. You can withstand pain like never before, nothing compares to what you’ve just been through anyway. So you look to the almost smooth walls and you begin to pull yourself up. The final digits of your fingers are worn down to the bone but this gives you purchase where you had none and lets you bore into the hard packed dirt and soft rock. Though you are cut many times you don’t see liquid blood, you see a reddish paste which you realize is what your blood has become and you eat it. Your muscles are further strengthened by the climb and your coordination and accuracy increases as well.

When you finally get out of that accursed pit you are stronger than ever. Your muscles hard enough to stop a keen steel sword and your fingers end in razor sharp claws of bone. You are more difficult to injure because of how little there is to harm and what does hit you is easily ignored. Your blood is no longer a liquid, your time without fluids has turned your blood into a thick paste which will not leave your body so easily. You have no mercy in your mind so there is nothing to hinder you anymore, so you have become a stellar predator. You know you will not die no matter what they do to you, you should have died long ago in that pit but you didn’t, so you will never stay down.

Do you understand child? That is an old lie but it gets the point across.”

Havoc was silent. He now knew that he was due for suffering as never before. At least he would be better for it. The objects revolving before him disappeared into invisibility and Havoc trusted that they’d come when he needed them.

Havoc turned to leave and began walking in some random direction.

“Wait! I almost forgot!” Havoc heard so he turned an ear to listen more intently and stopped his movement. He felt several tiny things impact him and heard Scootaloo complain about them.

“Lets see how those react to chaotic energy, the reason you’ve been feeling sick is because the hibernation mutated you and the princesses to grow longer and crud, and watch out for that whale!”

Havoc snorted at this and resumed his forward march, which sent him speeding through what appeared to be a live whale. It screamed as Havoc blasted through it face first, Havoc cursed despite the cheese flavored blubber that flooded his mouth. The Destroyer just laughed at his younger self, this was really good entertainment.

Havoc went on to trip and stumble his way through the unending madness of the labyrinth until he finally got out when he fell up through the floor in a twist of physics that would make Einstein puke. To reach the surprisingly nearby surface he had to wade through a swarm of penises crawling about on six insectile legs, the little misinterpretations were ankle deep for him.

He shuddered with horrified relief as he, at long last, dragged his form out of darkness of the hole only to enter a new and admittedly less terrible nightmare. This place was crazy too but not like the excessive in-your-face-and-everywhere-else aggressive craziness of the labyrinth. This was just a freaky canyon full of screaming mutants. Havoc just had to kick, punch, blast, and bite his way through the hordes until he found the source of the purple bolts of energy he saw flashing through the sky. He was not surprised to find the most powerful unicorn in the universe to be at the heart of it.

What surprised him was the tentacled beast she was wrestling. The horde around them cheered and howled as hoof pushed and pulled against tentacle and teeth clenched tightly to prevent intrusion. Bolts fired off erratically from a horn that was hot enough to cause the air to ripple around it.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!” She screamed as the thing slid her cross the floor before lunging at her again. She twisted and slammed her rear hooves into it and it groaned and made an oddly porcine sound before pulling back to make another move.

Havoc was uninhibited as he trotted forward, the horde making way for what they likely assumed was one of their own. He procured a third row seat and waited for the crowd to thin a bit, the combatants had little regard for the audience. He examined the monster with a critical eye.

It was tall and strongly built, resembled him really. But it had a longer neck and in place of legs it had a twelve set of muscled tentacles, eight of which had suckers on their undersides. It lacked the long horn and lacked the wings but it had the same red eyes, white mane and tail, and slickly smooth solid black skin. It also had the sharp teeth.

Havoc licked his own as he looked at it fighting the little mare. A tentacle whipped out to wrap around a rear leg and pull her up only for a bolt to hit him in the chest and cause him to lose his grip. Twilight tried to blast him as he recovered but he flexed around it and responded with a slap across the face when it got closer. They kept their distance for a moment before rushing each other to collide and tangle again. Twilight strained her muscles as she kicked and blasted it from above as it reared up and tried to restrain her and pry her limbs apart. It was beautiful.

Twilight cursed in some likely dead language before taking a moment to focus, she reduced struggling physically and put more into thought. This did not look very smart at first because her weak motions failed to stop the monster’s efforts and her limbs were splayed out to the sides. She looked defiant, glaring at her foe despite the circumstances. The freaks’ howling grew louder for a few seconds before it returned to its former, still uncomfortably high, volume.

“Hahah! Got you witch!” The beast gloated.

Twilight did not dignify that with an answer. The beast snorted and utilized the four tentacles at the rear half of his body to hold himself barrel vertical. All four of his smooth tentacles were busy keeping her limbs spread.

“You’re a pretty little pony you know that? Wonder how much your little cunt has been used, good thing I’m gonna use every hole on your body.” He said and licked his teeth.

Twilight focused magic into her horn, he apparently had no means of blocking it. But maybe he didn’t have to. A slit on his crotch made itself visible as it expanded, revealing red internal walls, before a five blood red tentacles emerged from it. Twilight gulped as she saw them coming at her.

“What are you doing! Help her already!” Scootaloo whispered.

“I want to see where this goes, I am curious as just how far this kakashka will reach before she destroys him. Just relax before they notice you.” He replied.

“Rrrggh.” She growled.

Warining! Clop inbound. If you do not like clop or want to preserve the shreds of your precious precious innocence do not until you see the message informing you that you have exited the danger zone.

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The following was somewhat inspired, subconciously, by some MLP porn, hentai or whatever you wanna call it, featuring Twilight as the victim that the same friend I had to watch over, which slowed my updates previously, showed me one evening, had to put more stuff between commas for no reason, while we were hanging out at his place. We got fed up playing Borderlands, f*** the Crimson Lance and all their excessive awesomeness, and were considering either hitting a shooting range or laser tag when he walked over to his laptop and said to me, “Hey bro, you have got to see these pictures I found”. I was wary at first and asked if it was porn, he replied yes, and I asked if it was some sick s***, he said naw and that I should just see for myself if I really wanted to judge it, and so curiosity overcame caution. Ironically that same pal of mine can claim to not be a brony. Likes the show and the youtube poops but doesn’t read anything even vaguely related to MLP.
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The tentacles took no haste in their actions, smoothly travelling up until they were each pointed at a selected target. The top one was right in front of her mouth, another for each of her orifices, then one for her tail, the last was almost pressed against her belly. She almost stared the one in front of her mouth down before it shook it off and dived forwards. What she didn’t notice, that let the thing in, was the tentacle with suckers right behind her head. It grabbed her lower jaw and her upper jaw and pried them far enough apart to let the reproductive tentacle in.

The thick organ slid in and filled her mouth, to her surprise. She couldn’t bite it because the tentacle with suckers had secured a better grip and it would probably really hurt to pry it off now. She was too busy to bite anyway. It pumped forwards and slid down her throat, causing her to gag, before sliding mostly out. It did so again and began to build up a rhythm, forcing her to take her breaths when it slid out resulting in a gasping noise everytime it pulled back.

Then the one at her vagina pushed in in an almost gentle motion that caused her to moan loudly, whether it was at a feeling of violation or pleasure was impossible to know. Her legs twitched as it slid partway into her. The big monster sighed in relief. It began to gently move back and forth inside her, pushing a little deeper with each thrust and inciting a small ‘nn!’.

It was patient, surprisingly patient. Havoc was certain he would have started going much harder by now but it stayed gentle. When the one in her vagina ceased going any deeper the one at her backdoor, or window or whatever, made its entry.

It slid it with a slight noise that, while barely hearable over the mass, sounded wet. It didn’t go the way of the second, it just made one long and oh so slow push to reach her depths. Her back arched forwards as it reacted to this and her eyes rolled back. She was drooling so much that it was dripping down and off the phallus in her mouth. The fourth began to rub against her soft belly, smearing the lavender fur with slime.

The fifth was not forgotten either, it just had a very unusual target. It snaked around her horn and partly encircled it, it stroked up and down the horn with its length, and placed the tip against the end of her horn.

The third kept going until it hit the entry to her intestines before it reeled back to build up a rhythmic thrusting. Twilight was either in hell or in heaven, Pandemonium or Elysium in her religion. Havoc almost considered fapping before he remembered how much that would probably hurt with hooves like his. He felt a Scootaloo pressed harder against his back, he almost wondered why.

The tentacled pony-thing, really more of a horse-thing, had his head tilted so that his nose pointed straight up. Havoc could not identify any expression due to the angling and Twilight’s eyes were not focused enough at the time. If they could they might have seen the way its teeth glowed blue with its pleasure as it smiled. Its eyes didn’t glow any more strongly than their basic bioluminescence displayed.

They were so close, so very close. It was shortly after this the sound of rushing liquid was heard and a glow, made pink, travelled up the mating tentacles towards Twilight. His tongue lolled out and bled as it was cut by his razor sharp teeth, yet he didn’t seem to mind. At least he died happy.

Twilight may not have seen what was going on below her but she knew something unpleasant was coming, and her spell was ready. She was not strong in body but in mind? That was a whole other ballgame, one she ruled with a strong and unrelenting hoof. She’d focused as much mental power as she could spare, which was a lot, and brought into being a spell that would annihilate her foe. She released the spell at her foe a moment after she ejaculated, and she squirted mare cum in a flood around the tentacle penis. Poor guy wasn’t even done when he was just gone.

Welcome to the safe zone! You may have successfully saved what little remains of your innocence, if you did not heed the warning and don’t like clop or were trying to save the shreds of your innocence then oh well.

A flash of light across the front of his body and all that was left was the chunks of his penetrating tentacles and a puff of steam. Twilight fell to the ground before the shocked crowd and spat out the one in her mouth before taking several deep breaths to steady herself. She coughed a few times as she rose.

“Who’s next?!” She yelled hoarsely and shook the remaining tentacles off and out of her.

Havoc rose, but before he could walk towards her, he projectile vomited. It landed on the few before him and the dusty floor in equal amounts and they screamed and ran about like chickens with their heads cut off. He hacked and spat a few times before walking resuming his locomotion, he avoided stepping where his vomit landed because it was dissolving holes into the ground. Scootaloo sensed danger and hopped off the side and stuck near a pony that looked to be half jellyfish.

“No...” Twilight sighed as she looked up at him.

“Why is it that you taunt me so? Why use Havoc’s visage, sure he’s one of the scariest things I know of but come on! You are chaos! Get original already.” Then Her horn flashed and a white light shot towards Havoc and his head and neck disappeared. His body stood still.

“Twilight.” Scootaloo started.

“Mm? Scootaloo?” Twilight asked incredulously.

“Er, you should know that that was the real Havoc you just killed.”

“What. Wait, you aren’t joking with me are you? Because that would be a very bad subject to joke about, if he dies then we’ll have to find someone else and go through the process of breaking them in and it will probably take too long.”

“Twilight, I’m serious. That was him and you just blew his head off.”

“Oh. Well then... Now what?”

Twilight was fairly certain he was dead because even alicorns died when you destroyed their heads. Separate it from the body, or even destroy the rest, and they would just get angry. This was known because enemies have tried beheading them before only to find that it just doesn’t work. They just reattach themselves, or grow a new body. So long as the brain was intact they would have enough processing power and magic to get right back up. Even if you stab it or chop the brain into pieces it wouldn’t be enough to kill them, it would just slow them down. But burn it, dissolve it, disintegrate it, or otherwise completely destroy it and they stayed down for good. It was the only known way to kill them if they didn’t want to die, not for lack of trying either.

But Havoc wasn’t dead, not yet anyway. He was just... not functional. The thing was, Havoc wasn’t something one could just kill. He had flesh and bone and fur, yes, but you couldn’t fully destroy him. It was linked to his lack of a soul. One of the integral parts to any organism here was the soul, you just couldn’t go without one. The soul gave them a sort of immortality, unless it was destroyed then they were still “alive” in a sense. But Havoc was born without one and the transformation didn’t give him one. What it gave him was boundless magic and greater physical durability than he could have hoped for prior. But it was a soulless magic, as magic and the soul were linked.

The soul was yet another focus and generator of magic. It was what gave pegasi the ability to fly and walk on clouds. Havoc had a vague approximation of a soul only because of his immense magic and it was a faint thing, transparent and empty like thin mist. But by virtue of not existing it gave him a strength unique on this world, you can’t destroy what doesn’t exist. But when you put enough power into a void it tended to fill up. So in place of his soul he had a gathering of energy, this had had developed a primitive mind and given itself the purpose of putting him back together when he was destroyed and maintaining his mind at such a critical time. In effect, it allowed him to come back to life so long as he willed it but it would take time to figure out how to fit all the pieces together.

A problem of his was the ring, it kept him under control before it was destroyed but it also kept his violent urges at a moderate level. Another factor was how it held his other side down. When they had slid that device down his horn they had created new minds. The first was the primary one, the one which made most of the decisions and controlled the body most of the time. The second was an amalgamation of the fragments provided by the three mares who could control his every action if they so desired, it was unique in that it had its own soul which was formed at the same time it was. The third was sort of an undead in that it had long ago withered away and died but was brought back into being when the ring connected with him, it was a more innocent variant of him from when he couldn’t understand what he was seeing. But his original mind was still there, it was just held down by the ring and the subconscious pressure of the primary mind. His original was second in the psychic hierarchy within Havoc, it was what took over when he went berserk or became very scared, it was what urged him to eat the children and commit rape and murder. Third was the female mind provided by the trio, it had the advantage of experience and a soul over the childlike mind, the tiny soul clung to Havoc like a barnacle on a whale and was unaffected by things that happened to his physical form.

Now that the primary mind was no longer commanding the body that original monstrous mind attempted to seize control. While it and the Primary struggled for dominance the third calmly stepped over the mewling child and took over the process of healing even as the Child snuggled up to it for security. The body would now be that of the Hybrid, at least until Primary and Demon finished their fight.

She utilized the ambient magic Havoc generated to observe her surroundings and was disgusted by what she saw. She extended a wing to the two normal looking mares while the neck slowly grew back and they stare in wonder and horror. She gestured with a jagged edged hoof for them to climb aboard and the two looked at each other for a moment before shrugging and walking up the wing to sit on the back. It paused as the mutants swarmed around it. Then it had an idea.

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Time: 8:08 P.M. 76 days 20 hours 8 minutes since savior spell
Location: Eastern edge of Scandineighvia
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“I still don’t believe what happened back there.” Thrash said to the small pegasus.

“I know right? Who would have guessed that the chaos would have been so responsive to his actions? Who would have known he had such a gentle side to him either? Seriously, from what I heard he’s so bad that he likes the sound of people in pain.” She replied.

“He does. He enjoys it very much as a matter of fact. But maybe we’ve just never given him cause to be otherwise. Though it was weird how he knew what to do to get them all on his side, even the vamponies liked him. Could it be that his brain was what made him so mean?”

“I... Maybe. I figured he was like Discord and it was just a part of him. What’s a wolf doing here anyway?”

“Before that, what’s your name again? I don’t recall it.”

“Scootaloo, my name is Scootaloo.”

“What kind of name is that?”

“Sounds Feltic to me.” Pyropsyche suggested.

“Feltic?” Thrash asked.

“You know, from Felt? City of love Felt? So beautiful they named that soft stuff after it Felt?” She replied

“Never heard of it.”

“Then you must have been pretty isolated.” And with that she laid her head down and went to sleep. The back of the howdah was a little crowded with the new addition, most of the group was tired and the smaller members were all sleeping or resting in the transport. Which in turn sat on Havoc’s back. Or at least on the body that housed his mind.

The body was still under the Hybrid’s control because the Child was too weak and the other two were busy fighting, they were too evenly matched it seemed. She resolved to make some changes when the head finished growing back. As for regrowth, she had the skull mostly formed and skin covered it where it needed to. She even had the eyelids even though the eyes would take a little longer. While the horn was half grown she was focusing on it the most, because it would really help, and it was regrowing very quickly, and every centimeter it gained in length was a little more power for her to use. The final part would be the brain but it wouldn’t be too hard with the horn finished. She would be very glad to use the body’s eyes when they were formed, she was getting bored of looking through magic alone.

Ten minutes later they landed and his brain fully formed thirty seconds later. She viewed the world through both magic and her eyes and was disappointed with her body. First and foremost it was male, this ran counter to her nature because Havoc had nothing to do with her other than providing a host body. Second, it was so bulky. She was formed of the minds of beautiful mares, two of which were the amongst the most beautiful in many countries, and would much prefer a slenderer and more elegant form. Third was the state of his hooves, Havoc never took the time to get a hooficure so she would have to use magic to change that. The voice was terrible too, all deep and masculine.

“Get off.” She ordered the beings on her back. She mentally shuddered at the sound of his voice, it was both positive shudders and disgust shudders.

“Alright, now before anypony says anything I need to make something clear to you all: I am not Havoc. I am in that beasts body but I am not him. And a new, if temporary, owner means some modifications need to be made. Excuse me.” Was half of the speech she gave, she would resume when she’d fitted this body to her mind.

The group was confused, they stayed confused as she altered the bodies features to suit her tastes. While she would have left it entirely, it did need someone to control it and... She got got an idea. With a gentle probing the Child released its hold on her, with a softly spoken request it took hold while she split free from her living prison. Finally! Freedom was like the greatest drink she would ever taste, and she would enjoy it to the fullest like the Rainbow Dynamite. Oh colt that was good, it was so strong it even reached her after a few minutes.

She emerged from Havoc like a cell from its parent. Only this was a nearly entirely different organism. She would have to give herself a name, Hybrid sounded good but perhaps she could do better. Sparkle? No, too obvious. Shine- no that would send the wrong message. Moony? That was just awful. Stella? That was actually pretty good. Stella Havoc Hybrid. Or Hybrid Havoc Stella, she had learned the custom of inserting the father’s first name as the middle name from the bits of Havoc’s mind she received on occasion.

It was also a common custom for ponies, and the alicorns especially, even in Equestria because it was often the case that a child would have more than one mother. Unless the child took the birthmother’s name as the middle name. In the Case of Stella, she had three sort-of-mothers so it would be rather unfair to choose amongst them. She went with Stella as the first name.

She used decided to keep Havoc’s height so long as it suited her, she had millennia of experience with shapeshifting inherited from her mothers, but would use the princesses’ original forms for a reference for her shape, except in horn length because that was really quite cumbersome in her opinion.

Skin stretched as she pulled out from the body’s left side and her new body bulged from the larger build of the male. Nobody said a word even as her sleek form fell free from her ‘parent’, her right flank was bereft of fur.

She rose from the snow, the Scandineighvians love snow, and stood on shaky legs. She took a few wobbling test steps and fell, she gave herself a moment to recover and the fur grew out. Then she rose again and stepped towards the group, her stride grew stronger with every successful landing of a hoof. She towered over them and smiled, sharp but flat teeth were displayed.

The other body slowly approached, it shrank to the point where it could easily stand between her legs without ducking to keep its horn from touching her belly. The child liked being close to her and it liked being held by a larger figure. It was likely that, in a few hours, it would swell to an even larger size than before to give itself a greater feeling of security and confidence.

“Blegh, I need to get the taste of all that meat and metal out of my mouth. So, who's up for drinks? ~I’m buying!~” She asked in a voice that was higher in pitch than one would expect of such a tall creature. It was smooth and singing sounded natural in it.

The others took on varied expressions of confusion or horror. The left side of Thrash’s mouth pulled to the side and the corners of his lips sank, Corrosive frowned and developed an eye twitch, Twilight was asleep, Scootaloo tried rubbing her eyes to figure out if she was seeing clearly, and Liber smashed her horn into the ground repeatedly in an attempt to make it more sensible. Scorch just watched through a single half open eye, his queen was drinking juice when she saw this and spat it out in a stream that soaked her attendants in grape and orange mix.

This was either very good or very bad. Either way Stella intended to get laid before the big guys wised up.

Author’s Notes:

Thank you everyone. Next chapter will have much more violence, still getting back in the groove and most of what I thought up comes in later for some reason. And I have to thank Corosive Dash for another great character debuting in the next chapter, yay for feeling okay with using the word debut for my work. Gonna be doing some work on a sort of prequel for this new guy that will help take away any Gary Stuness from my guys. Trying to show that Havoc isn’t the most powerful being here, there are plenty more, he just hasn’t met most of them. And I don’t like Hitler, like if I met him I would beat him until he was paralyzed with multiple compound fractures.

Fun fact, compound fracture doesn’t mean multiple cracks in the bone, it actually means the bone has shattered. The more you know right?

Once again, you’re all great. Really, even the people who press the dislike button yet refuse to tell me what they didn’t like. Seriously, I’m trying very hard at getting better. Just look at the new sentence structure for pity’s sake, no more huge chunks like icebergs in the ocean because I figured out that I need to cut up those overly long paragraphs into smaller chunks, so my readers can better... I got nothing, sure there’s a good reason for it though.

EDIT: Hey, real quick now, who, I mean whomever happens to read this, thinks that if there is a place where bad people go when they die, such as some form of Hell, that I'll end up there? Just wondering.