CHAPTER SEVEN: CORRODED MORALITY

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Before I go onto the main read, please give a round of applause to supbrony101 and corosive dash. supbrony you keep me on the balls of my feet with your wonderful questions and encouraging comments, corosive dash here has given me my first non-selfmade OC! WOOT! In honor of this OC I have named the chapter appropriately.
EDIT Thank you supbrony101! Second OC! It makes my ego swell up with power to know people think my story is worthy of their truly epic characters.

In Celebration of this wondrous occurrence I have super sized this chapter.
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Time: 2:03 A.M. 75 days 2 hours 3 minutes since savior spell
Location: Coltislan, Dead Spears tribe territory
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A stallion sat astride a burning earth hound tank, looking towards the hills where the victory gaining explosion had come from. He stared towards it with his glowing yellow eyes and pondered the meaning. Surely it was an omen, and the possibility of his sister being near sent his heart racing in his chest. The smoke drifted calmly around him.

He was named Corrosive Dash, elder brother of Rainbow Dash, and he was twenty three years old. He idly scraped at a long and razor sharp canine with a hoof capable of penetrating steel. He looked towards the fleeing earth hound forces as they were chased by the armed zebra tribestallions and E.N.G. forces alongside them. He had been integral but really the sonic rainboom made the difference, it had startled all but no ally of the dogs could do such a thing. As such they were demoralized and caught off guard when the ponies broke from their stupor and attacked with renewed force. The starlight gleamed off his blood stained red scales and reflected in his neon eyes as he thought back to the events leading to this point in time, this opportunity to reunite with his beloved...

Twelve years ago...
“You stay here and don’t come after me you freak!” That was his mother, Sunny Skies.

“But- but mom! I don’t wanna stay here! I won’t last a day on my own! Please don’t leave me here!” He cried. Why was she being so mean? Why did she look so angry? What had he done wrong?

“You know why I’m leaving you here?” She hissed venomously.

“Please! Tell me what I did wrong mommy! I’ll make it up to you I swear! I’ll do the dishes, I’ll take out the garbage, I’ll clean my room, I’ll even stop beating on Soarin when he comes over even though he’s a pervert!” He pleaded while falling to his belly and grabbing her knee. He began to cry pitifully. He hoped she would relent and let him come home with her.

She shook him off callously before snarling, “You f****** corrupted your little sister is what! How could you Corrosive? She. Is. Your. Sister! You are to protect your sister, you are to look after your sister, and yes you are to love your sister! But you! You are sick! I saw what you two were doing! Brother and sister should never mesh tongues you sicko!”

She sneered at him, “I’m leaving you here to protect our only good child from your foul influence. I won’t have her brought down by the likes of you. You are never to return home and will never see her again.” She proclaimed and leapt into the sky.

“Nooo!” Corrosive cried as flew after her desperately. He couldn’t stay out here, he couldn’t never see his sister again, he loved her more than life itself! She was losing him, she was bigger and more experienced and therefore faster. However he was smaller and thus more agile, he could also go where she couldn’t. She went around a great web of thorny vines, to abandon the path she had used was potentially death in the Everfree, especially this deep in where the trees turned day into night. Corrosive went through the airborne hedge and though he was cut and scraped he burst through the end before his mother and grabbed onto her neck.

“Get off you cretinous scum!” She yelled before slamming him into a branch overhead. He fell, breathless, to the earth. He gasped for air and watched his mother’s form vanish through the trees. He passed out from pain and exhaustion moments later.

Two years ago...
Corrosive looked at the ill dragon and felt pity. It looked sick, like it was dying even. The sight of the magnificent red being brought low stirred old sadness in his own heart. He had survived despite his claim all those years ago, thrived even. He was lean but he was pure muscle and could lift twice his weight with ease. He was tall, as tall as the average Royal Guard though he didn’t know. He had not seen a mirror or compared himself in a long time. His fur was red like blood and his hair was hues of black and yellow, cut short and messy with improvised knives. The local predators left him alone now, hanging their brethren’s skulls from the branches of his home tree might have had something to do with that. The ones that might have preyed on him gave his turf a wide berth, the ones too small to be a threat were ignored, and the ones too huge for him to stand a chance against ignored him as it wouldn’t be worth the effort invested to catch the speedy stallion.

When he lay in the boughs of his claimed home he thought of his precious sister and almost wept. He’d hardly a clue what she looked like, he only hoped she still had her beautiful rainbow mane. He imagined her beautiful cyan fur and her amazing pink eyes. He still loved her. In fact his love for her had only grown with his miserable isolation. He’d tried to find a way out from time to time but always returned to the place he knew lest he become lost and encounter something he couldn’t escape from or fight off.

Looking at the dragon he felt pity. He had seen other dragons but never one like this. He had seen this one before too. Always alone, even as he lay dying. It reminded him of himself. Corrosive made the decision and approached his fellow outcast. He approached the beast with its greying scales and heaving chest. He came around its side to within sight of its pained eyes but unfortunately in range of its limp tail.

“I mean you no harm friend! I only wish to hel-” He said in his rough voice, unused in who knew how long, before he was impaled in the flank by its formerly limp tail. It impacted just behind his left wing and he fell without a sound, he never even got to scream. He twitched in place, his eyes open wide and his mouth frozen shut. The soulsplitter dragon gazed balefully into his eyes as it grinned painfully. Then the flood of memories hit and its eyes widened. Such pain, such love, so alone...

He decided that his last actions in life would not be to selfishly extend his own life by perhaps a year. Instead he would give this lonely stallion a gift, he certainly deserved it for all his pain.

As the remnant of the dragon’s soul surged into him the dragon looked into Corrosive’s eyes and spoke, “This is my gift to you Corrosive.” Then he ripped his stinger free and turned into ash. Corrosive stared for a moment before making a final twitch and falling unconscious.

One year ago...
Corrosive slammed a hoof into a rocky cliffside. His hooves were tougher than steel but he scarcely noticed. He was covered in tough red scales in place of fur but he didn’t really care. His wings were twice the length of his body but it barely registered. His teeth were tougher and sharp like a dragons but it didn’t matter. He was tall enough to look a pegacorn on eye level without taking flight but he didn’t even know that. He dreamed of his sister every night now. Sometimes he woke up drenched in sweat and screaming her name. He knew he had an obsession but it was all he had, so he didn’t try to curb it. He went further in his attempts to find a way out of this accursed forest but failed all the same. He hated like few others.

Two months ago...
He did not struggle as the alicorn held him against the tree. He had learned in his life when to back down. Life in the Everfree was tough, tougher still for a mere pony. Almost certain death for a yearling. You had to be both smart and strong to survive and Corrosive Dash was both of these things. The three alicorns had flown into his territory and, upon spotting him, slammed him into a tree with their magic and vigorously scanned him. When they were done they released him and he slid down the tree. He rose to his hooves and glared warily. He might have attacked despite knowing it was suicide but they had not truly harmed him and he refused to succumb to the lure of the wild. He refused to let the Everfree turn him into a violent murder machine, refused to become a monster.

“We apologise sir. We are hunting a monster that recently escaped captivity. It has the ability to mask its true appearance so we must examine all things we find suspect. We would advise you to evacuate as it has already ravaged two cities and has a taste for pony flesh.” A mare with teal fur and a mane like liquid emeralds advised as she spread her wings.

“Wait! I’m kind of lost, could you maybe point me in the right direction?” He asked while nervously smiling. He did not remember his razor sharp teeth and as such his attempt at friendliness looked terrifying. The alicorn was not impressed, she had seen worse.

“Follow this light.” She ordered and conjured up a purple light which hovered in place momentarily before flying off.

“Thanks!” Corrosive yelled as he took off after the light.

One month ago...
Corrosive was furious. He had come a long way. He had followed the light to the edge of the Everfree to a town called ponyville. He was gawked at but ignored the populaces stares. He looked for Cloudsdale, he suspected his sister was long gone and he had no reason to see his mother. However he knew the way from Cloudsdale to Canterlot as did every pegasus youth. He had flown all the way to Canterlot and begged the secretary mare for an audience with the one being he believed could help him. The imagery of her and five other mares in expensive stained glass assured him of this.

The secretary mare at the front desk had taken pity on him and let the disheveled dragon pony through quickly. Then Corrosive had bowed as low as he could and plead his case to Celestia. He had told her of how he’d been abandoned, how he struggled constantly for survival, and finally how he had missed his beloved sister so. And when he looked up she had the gall to look bored and tell him she didn’t know. Like Pandemonium she didn’t! The MULTIPLE STAINED GLASS WINDOWS said other-f******-wise! Just one cost more money than he’d ever seen in one place, and such high quality work! He had almost broken down and leaped at them when he saw them.

He looked around for a moment and tried to control his breathing, calm himself. Buck it. He leapt at a nearby pegasus guard and smashed him in the side of the head with hooves that shattered stone effortlessly. The pegasus’ gold armor couldn’t do much against that and he was knocked flying, lucky for him it had hit him at an angle and he only lost his helm. The room had flooded with soldiers, angry ones. They had come at him like wolves but he had fought much bigger, and meaner, wolves than them. Timber wolves don’t believe in retreat or mercy, nor are they fond of playing. He went through the pegasi like a hot knife through butter. The unicorns were more of a challenge, their magic let them engage him at a distance. They did not have much effect on an enraged dracopony however. He eventually broke free of the grasp of the five and was in their midst in a single flap of his great wings. They were very useful.

“Stop!” Bellowed Celestia as she grasped him in her magic once he dropped the five. She brought him close and he strained to break free, to maim the liar. She looked into his rage filled eyes and apparently saw something she liked.

“I have a deal for you draconequus, or should I say dracopony seeing as draconequus is sort of a bad name right now. Since you seem pretty good at fighting I’ll help with your sister problem. IF, and only if, you agree to help my Chosen champion. You see my dear Havoc is on a near impossible quest. He was given it to gain my father’s approval, however he may well die or fail and end up at daddies mercy. I can’t risk that. As such I want you to help make his quest a little more possible. If you accept this job I’ll send you off in two days, with supplies, to where I believe he’ll be soon after you arrive. I’ll find your sister, send her home, and personally escort you there. How does that sound mmm?”

He thought for a moment. She might be lying to him but it was better than anything he could think of at the time. He doubted asking the law enforcers would end well looking like he did.

“Yes, I’ll do as you wish Sun Princess! Thank you so much!” He said. He began to cry tears of joy, they burned as they dripped free from long unused tear ducts.

Twenty eight days ago...
He looked at the dossier he’d been given carefully. The light of the sun glared down on the main balcony of Canterlot Castle and illuminated the scroll he read. He frowned at what he saw. Why would somepony like this even need help? He was three freaking legs tall! Nopony was that big! and apparently he was some sort of alicorn, dragon, thing! He looked at the multiple pictures that came with the file and felt nauseous, one of the pictures showed him eating what looked like nord ponies in the middle of a fight, another showed him right after a shower, yet another showed him fused to a flag, and for some reason he was in bed with the princess in one. They sure looked... Moist. He checked his pack, double checked the map and the location circled with the magic marking pen. He looked at the light armor, designed to conceal him magically if he turned a dial on the side of the helmet. He checked the tracking device he’d been given. Apparently he was so dangerous they’d put a collar on his horn, both to mark him as territory and to make sure the dual princesses knew where he was at all times. The second one still freaked him out, she looked suspiciously like Nightmare Moon.

He hoofed the file to the unicorn guard who stood menacingly to his left. The guard had upgraded their gear since his rampage. Apparently they were tired of giants kicking the s*** out of them. He suspected this ‘Havoc’ was the other giant mentioned. He stepped closer to the edge and looked to the horizon. Then he spread his great wings, leapt into the air, and flew onwards. Apparently he was going to be supporting the E.N.G. in some hole called Coltistan where the local zebra tribes were getting crushed by the local earth hounds. They were helping the zebra because the zebra were neutral to Equesria whereas the dogs were openly hostile, apparently the King of the most powerful earth hound nation was urging the others to join his crusade and it was rather hard to say no. He was to help until Havoc arrived and kicked s*** out of the dogs and zebra alike and claimed it in the name of Equestria, the zebra would be being digested by the time Havoc got there otherwise. And Celestia did not approve of potential allies being digested by earth hounds.

Present morning...
He shook himself free of his reverie and turned his head back to the faded rainboom. He had a job to do after all.
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Spike marched at the head of the army. Three hundred warriors followed the leaders as they marched onto Thunderhead. Apparently every tribe of Lightning Lizards knew the location of the thunderbird city equivalent. They were certain to encounter other tribes on the way they had been informed and for some reason Havoc had placed Spike along with the shrimpy lizards. When Spike had questioned him he said it made Spike look cooler. Spike figured that he could stand to look cooler and as such wholeheartedly agreed, he was starting to have doubts. He was bored and the lizards gawking at him didn’t help. He didn’t like the way they sized him up, like they were planning an ambush or something.

Spike heard scratching noises up ahead and tensed his muscles in preparation for a fight, only to see the three approaching lizards holding their hands up in a way that apparently meant peace. The Lightning Lizards had a moderately sophisticated form of sign language, it mostly indicated enemies and numbers and the like. The scouts approached and knelt before him for some reason before moving on to two commanders nearby. Havoc had really turned these guys around. From a pack of savages literally armed with clubs and spears they had become an army of savages armed with better spears, swords, and maces as well as much better, if revealing, armor. They apparently didn’t like the way the shine gave away their locations, Havoc had adjusted for the scouts.

The scouts wore hide armor but since it was Havoc’s hide it was basically flexible titanium. Seriously, he had scratched at Havoc’s hide and his claw barely penetrated the skin. Not much could stop dragons, Havoc could. He had seen it. He wondered if he would ever be big enough to hurt Havoc, he hoped not. If he got that big he’d have no chance with Rarity. He idly magicked up a flame in his left hand and began to toss it up and catch it, then he noticed a scout looking at him expectantly.

“Er, what?” Spike asked as he dropped the fire to the stone. It continued to burn, dragon fire was hard to put out. Conjured dragon fire took more still.

“I asked what you thought of the report great one.” He said and tried to smile. The smile was creepy with his jagged teeth, Spike wondered when he’d last brushed. The narrowness of his face didn’t help, nor did his staring eyes. They looked manic.

“Uh, could you repeat it? I kinda phased out before you began.” Spike said sheepishly.

The lizard beamed, “Yes sir! We spotted the Great Scales tribe up ahead, about nine kilolegs fore and two to our armies right. Their numbers seem to match the last count, over four thousand though the dead thunder lizard has surely swelled their numbers. They seem relaxed and we may be able to catch them off guard. We may not need to if lord Havoc initiates combat however. Once he engages them we can just march in in a pincer formation with the scouts watching the flanks and they’ll have no chance. What think you great one?” He said enthusiastically. The lightning lizards, at least of the Blood Swords tribe, held some sort of reverence for dragons.

“Er, why are we killing them again?”

“It’s what we do high one. If we wipe them out we won’t have to compete with them.”

“Why not subjugate them? It works for ponies.” It was true. He eventually learned from Celestia that he had been stolen in retaliation of an Elder dragon and its subjects barring passage to a potentially vital tradeway. After the eggs had been stolen alongside half the hatchlings, and E.N.G. commandos had poisoned the water, the dragons relented. Less than half of the eggs were returned and over a third of the hatchlings had been skinned. The draconic nation in that great pass never bothered Equestrian caravans again and the ponies had gained a big trade partner. They still maintained positive relations with that seaside nation.

“Subjugate?”

“To force them to serve you? Maybe make them members of the tribe, or rather army now. It would be kind of like a draft or conscription.” Havoc was looking at him in interest after Spike had said that. It was like he didn’t expect it coming from him. Meh, he still technically wasn’t free. He belonged to Twilight Sparkle and they both knew it, it wasn’t so bad really. It could have been worse after all. He could have been skinned, or ended up under somepony much worse. He hoped to earn his freedom by joining the armed forces and this counted he supposed.

“We... Hadn’t thought of that. We could use their population...” The scout looked contemplative. Havoc increased his pace in eagerness.

“I’ll go ahead and get on the other side. I want two solid lines on the the near right and near left of the main body. Dark Soul, I want your forces on the left. Ravager, I want your troops on the right. Bone Stealer, I want your flyers to be ready in between the other two lines so that you can strike them from surprise or take on any airborne warriors. Scouts are to stretch around them to capture stragglers, stay in teams. Spike? Stay with Twilight while this goes down, I want you to see how an army goes to battle.” Twilight and the others were hovering in the howdah. Twilight had taken the time to fit it with magic induced levitation generators, basically she’d attached little bars to the sides that turned a howdah into a hover-cart. It incorporated a complex spell and the materials were hard to acquire, and few were powerful enough to use replication magic. The fact that Havoc had used it to quickly outfit his army of over five hundred was a testament to his might, he didn’t even looked like he’d put any effort into it. For most of the few unicorns who could do it it was exhausting.

“As you command!” The scout said before rushing off with his team mates, rather squad mates, to tell the others. The centurions started bellowing to their subordinates. Havoc had organised them similarly to the armies of his origin nation and it was admittedly effective. The centurions commanded one hundred each. Out of those one hundred, twenty were squad leaders or sergeants. Each sergeant commanded a squad of five, if you counted the sergeant. The lizards didn’t need a complex command structure seeing as they weren’t idiots and had been fighting for most of their lives. They worked well together, very well, and were easily capable of deciding and implementing effective tactics. The chieftains elite twelve were referred to as prætorian and they held greater status and were authorised to command the sergeants and their legionnaires. The naming of the soldiers was disturbingly similar to that used by Lupusland. The Imperium of Lupus was feared for its skill in warfare and its treatment of conquered lands.

Havoc took off as Spike walked over to the howdah, Liber Havoc stood alongside the colonel. The colonel looked nervous. He kept glancing at Liber like he thought she was going to eat him. Spike forced himself not to pervert that. Ever since she’d become a female he had been feeling the full effects of her femininity. The fact that she’d been a male for much of her multiple millennia life thus far didn’t bother him. He was a dragon, when he was younger he’d turned into a rampaging monster because of greed. Going from male to female because of dominance wasn’t that strange or off putting for him. He cursed as he remembered the first time she’d hugged him out of the blue. He barely managed to hide his reaction. Dragons are strange creatures, especially the ones that can potentially live forever.

A few learned dragon magic, it relied on the fire dragons produced as well as their own mutable nature. With dragon magic one could go from bigger than a mountain to smaller than these puny lizards if they so wished. Most dragons are incapable of it however. Spike was apparently special for being able to use magic to conjure up his fire like he had been doing. Normally fire has to come from the mouth, more specifically the magicka ignis. It was responsible for the dragons production of flame and was positioned below and behind the lungs, the stomach could aid in the production with its generation of methane and other flammable gasses. This was why that fat teenager Spike remembered had won the fire belching contest so long ago, his stomach generated vast fumes to fuel his fiery belches. Spike gripped the rope ladder firmly and hissed to himself in rage. He had not forgotten his shame that day and intended to get revenge. Then as he was thinking these bloody thoughts that focused the repressed anguish and rage of slavery a hoof descended on his face gently.

“Hi.” Spike blinked, what the hay? That sounded like Pinkie Pie. The hoof was pink like hers too, she removed it and her blue eyes stared down at him. Pinkie was twenty four now, he still remembered when she was just seventeen and they’d first met. She was even freakier once you got to know her. And now she liked to play rather naughty pranks.

“Pinkie?”

“Yup! Why is our little Spikey Wikey feeling down?”

“Er, repressed anguish and possibly anger issues brought on by knowing that if she wants Twilight can have me skinned and sliced and sold for a remarkably high profit?”

“Nope!”

“Then what Pinkie?” Spike asked bemused.

“This!” Pinkie said and put her rump over his head. He stared for a moment in confusion before she sat on him and he lost his grip in surprise. He hit the stone with a light thud that went unnoticed. His nose was full of the scent of Pinkie’s rear. Sugar, fur, and what he was certain was vagina was all he could smell. He heard a laugh and blinked as she got off, when his eyes opened she was gone. And suddenly he noticed something else pink and possibly associated with breeding.

“What’s taking you Spi-” Twilight looked over and yelled. She cut herself off as she saw it. Freaky dragon magic or possibly mutation caused him to be very good with magic, especially reactive magic. His magic in this situation had scanned Pinkie Pie’s body and altered his phallus size to be appropriate. It was somewhat surprising to see just how big she apparently liked it. It would have touched his chest was it to be pressed back against him. As it was the nearby lizards were interested to see the source of the commotion and stared at his nudity. He regretted not wearing his armor right now. Twilight was staring at it and seemed shocked, then Lovestain joined her. Heh heh, lovestain. He saw no means of hiding it and no way to climb into the howdah, he honestly wondered if he should be walking with that thing in front of him. He might knock somebody out with it by accident, or worse still poke them.

“Uhm... Help?” He cursed Pinkie’s rock farmer ancestors for producing the monstrosity known as Pinkie Pie.

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Havoc flew high to avoid being seen. He hoped the lizards couldn’t sense his electricity. He’d learned from a record that sharks could sense electricity using special sensory organs. If lightning lizards could emit electricity from their mouths, would it be a blind shot to assume that they could sense it? Blind shot was the equivalent of long shot for Havoc’s people. For them a long shot suggests safety and planning, as is typically required of a long distance shot. He randomly thought of the odd flavor of guinea pig. He had had one before, it was apparently a reward for a job well done while in the army. It was... Meh. Better than human anyway.

Havoc dipped his head below the layer of mist to observe them better. He could see them fine but felt like exposing his head for some reason. He saw they were clustered around the carcass of a truly gigantic creature, they had actually set up tents on its carcass. The thing looked like it was too big for something the size of an Ursa Major to eat, it would certainly be a challenge to kill. Now that he had finally seen it he realized why it was called a thunder lizard, while it was indeed covered in scales it looked more like a drake or perhaps a hybrid of crocodilian and elephant. That would be the lizard part, the thunder part was evidenced by its sheer size. Something like that must sound like thunder every time it takes a step, it must be like being in a constant earthquake around the live ones. A gigantic and long grey body supported by legs like pillars was attached at one end to a long tapering neck and an even longer tapering tail at the other. Running down the back of its length was a row of spines, they grew bigger near the center, that reminded him of organic spears or thin stalagmites. Its head was relatively small but still larger than his entire body, much bigger. He’d no idea how the lizards had killed such a titan. It could kill him by accident and not even notice.

Havoc frowned upon seeing something like that dead. He could see the pencil like teeth from his altitude, they were sharp at the tips like spikes. Its eyes were carved out and blood was dried along the side of its head, it had also poured from its mouth and its tongue was nowhere to be seen. He pulled his head back into the mist and kept flying. He intended to add this group to his forces within the hour. He looked to his forces that were spreading out or approaching and settled himself in the sky to wait for them. He pulled some of the mist from above to make a cloud to rest upon so his flapping didn’t disturb the lethargic group below. He looked around and noticed a darker patch of cloud approaching. No, that was a shadow.

He grinned as he awaited whatever it was. He saw it didn’t look vaguely equine. It was big and had great bat like wings and what appeared to be tentacles. It pulled up and looked like it was getting ready to descend upon him. He kept watching it. It got high before slowly swooping down before him. It was a greyish greenish color and was covered in tiny scales. It had eight tentacles where arms might be as well as much smaller ones around its mouth. It had a long neck that ended in a spade shaped head. Its eyes were dull yellow and it had goat-like pupils. Its wing bones were flexible, more like tentacles than bones Havoc saw. In fact its wings were tentacles with a membrane stretched between them. It tentatively reached out with a powerful looking foot. It had ten toes that were tipped with claws, behind which were suction cups like an octopus. Havoc pulled down more mist with his magic to expand his cushion.

It settled down on the cloud and looked at him in shock. Havoc noticed its neck and underside lacked the scales and were smooth, slick, skin. It opened its mouth and Havoc saw the multitude of tentacles were on both the edge of the lower jaw and above the lips of the upper.

“Hello.” It said in a gurgling voice. Havoc heard bubbles popping and water sloshing when it spoke.

“Hello.”

“You aren’t scared or disgusted?” It asked.

“Nope. Where I’m from you aren’t very scary. Nor are you ugly, strange but not ugly. Tentacles and slimy skin don’t make you ugly where I’m from.”

“Wow... That sounds amazing.”

“Not really, the reason you wouldn’t be considered ugly or scary is because there’s plenty out there that’s much worse than whatever you are.”

“Oh. Well still. That sounds incredible all the same. Hey... Who are you.”

“I don’t know really. I figure I’m a result of my environment but you’d be jumped right about now if I were.”

“Why?” It asked mystified.

“Because where I’m from you look delicious.”

“Oh...” It said and looked sad.

“Where I’m from we also look at each other as food. It’s a harsh world so we do what we have to, you shouldn’t feel intimidated.” Havoc wondered why he was being so nice to this tasty looking morsel.

“Huh. Now I feel bad for you.” It said in its gurgling voice.

“Meh, I adapted. No need to feel sorry for me.” Havoc pitied himself enough for the both of them.

“You’re so strong.” It said and gave him a tentacled hug. It rubbed its slimy skin against his thick and blood soaked fur. It didn’t seem to mind being smeared in the stuff.

“Warm...” It gurgled. Havoc wondered what could produce this tentacled thing.

He felt one of his wings rise to cover the tentacle thing in a hug. A hug was a hug after all. He so rarely got to enjoy them.

“You’re not so bad whatever you are. Why would anybody dislike you?”

“Ponies just don’t seem to like the way I look. Nothing does. I came down from the mountain lair to get out and enjoy the world but it’s just not working. I wish I looked better, so the ponies and dragons and other things would be okay with me.” Havoc saw thick triangular teeth formed four rows within its mouth. This was a very strange creature.

“Well what’s your name potential ally?” Havoc knew no other word for something you were considering befriending.

“I would be Stone Grave in this language.”

“Well Stone Grave, I’ll put in the good word for you at Canterlot. What are you by the way?”

“There’s no name for my species in this language.”

“Oh well, I’ll just say a tentacley winged thing that's shaped kinda like a dragon might be stopping by. It’s a friend of mine. What gender are you?”

“I would be considered an it. I reproduce by budding. Do you know what that means?”

“Little yous form and then separate from your body after they have developed enough?”

“Well yes, basically. Wow! Pretty and smart.”

“I am a stallion.”

“I know, we call ponies pretty regardless of gender. We don’t quite get it. Why have multiple words to describe the same thing? Makes no difference to us.”

“Makes sense when you put it that way.” Havoc still didn’t understand why this conversation was happening. Like someone had decided to screw around with him at random. He could not imagine this in his wildest nightmares. Then again it wouldn’t be so friendly in his nightmares, not as he knew the meaning of friendly anyway. Whatever, it killed time. Then he remembered an old lullaby his mother sang to him when he was young. He felt compelled to share it.

“Hey, wanna hear a lullaby my mother sang to me when I was very young?”

“I’d love to!”

“Okay!”

“Ahem! I like cheese, I like cheese, I like cheese, I like cheese, I like cheese, I like cheese, I like cheese, I like cheese, I like cheese, I like cheese, IIIII Llliiiiiike Chheeese!” He sang with a big grin.

The tentacle beast was far from amused, “Are you really telling me she sang that to put you to sleep? Possibly better question: Did I just hear you sing that?”

“Hmmm,” Havoc rubbed his chin, “Well normally she’d beat me over the head with something right after that last part. I’m honestly starting to think the song was intended to stun me in preparation for the knockout blow.”

“Ummm, you know what? I have to go now. I’ll see you later friend.” It said and took off with a flex of its tentacle wings. “That was getting too weird...” Havoc heard it mumble.

Havoc looked down, it was at least five minutes before his troops were in place, he sighed and settled down to watch them. He had nothing better to do at this point.

Thirty two minutes later...
Finally! Why did that take so long?! Aye, aye, aye, time to begin the assimilation. Havoc swooped down from his position to land atop the carcass. He calmly walked over and smacked a tent clear off the carcass as the lizards started to scramble into action. Soon spears and arrows hurtled through the air to fruitlessly impact against his naked hide. He chuckled as he saw the rage turn to panic in their eyes. He flew to the side opposite the ones his soldiers used and bellowed for attention.

“Listen up lizards!” They heard. Hesitantly they halted their flight.

“Now that I have your attention, get over here before I decide to have a snack. And I’m not interested in trying thunder lizard.” They crawled over each other in their haste to not be eaten, a few tried running off in the commotion. They would soon be caught by mace wielding scouts who would very much like to bash their brains out.

“As you can see, I am your better. I wiped out a flock of thunderbirds by myself. I’m certain you saw the storm to the south.” Heads nodded and they realised that the thing they were planning to check out may have been a very bloody and one sided battle.

“Well that was me. I intend to take control of not only your tribe but all of Stormica.” Hissing laughter resounded from the crowd at this proclamation. As if this thing could conquer Stormica!

“Yes, well while you may think it’s funny you don’t know who I am. I am a destroyer of armies and a conqueror of nations. I beat a dragon in a one on one fight.” The laughter continued. Havoc smiled.

“Come forward chieftain, perhaps you can tell my why you all think I’m joking.” The laughter got louder but none stepped forward. Clever lizards. Havoc began to pace back and forth. He was just stalling. He wanted to see his troops in action. He had standardized their equipment. A plate cuirass of steel, steel plate gauntlets, steel plate greaves, steel plate helmets, and many of them were equipped with solid steel shields.Underneath the steel they wore black pony hide, unicorn to be specific. Most had spears, many had swords, some had various types of axes, many had steel bladed daggers, all had a small steel mace that was intended to be used to knock others of their kind unconscious. This was a truly telling test if he ever saw one. Four hundred, really three hundred since the scouts were expected to catch any that fled as opposed to entering direct combat, against over four thousand. This would be an epic battle.

He could just see his soldiers appearing beyond the outskirts of the massive camp. Havoc looked back to the laughing horde and grinned. He started laughing himself. His bellowing laughs drowned out both the sound of his approaching soldiers and the laughter of the lightning lizards alike. At some point he realized he was the only one still laughing. He also noticed his troops were almost in charging range, they looked eager. Hungry even. He could see the hatred and bloodlust in their reptilian eyes. He saw the way they repeatedly opened and closed their jaws.

“Now that we’ve all had a good laugh there is something that needs to be said...” They leaned forwards as one to hear the funny horses words.

“You’re all flacked.” They didn’t get it.

“Charge.” He said calmly. The soldiers that had been getting ready charged silently. They wanted to get the absolute most out of this. Only when they were about to strike with their maces did they unleash their roars. The maces were very short staffs that had a head two centimeters wider than body. They were as long as a lightning lizard’s arm outstretched, including the head. The Great Scales lightning lizards on the edge of the horde didn’t stand a chance against the howling soldiers. They clubbed into the crowd with brutal force, lucky for them the maces had padding in the form of hide that covered the head. Lizards dropped by the hundred in the first few seconds. Then the Great Scales retaliated. Swinging swords and axes, jabbing with spears, and attempting to shoot with bows or toss javelins. Some took to the sky only to be set upon by Bone Stealers airborne raiding force, they swung identical maces with similar results. Soon however lightning began to scatter through the air as the angry lizards fought. Havoc noticed the ground lizards were doing the same. They opened their mouths and a torrent of electricity blasted out. The metal didn’t help there, luckily the hide helped them shrug off the shock. The Great Scales were fighting hard.

Fighting with claw, sword, spear, and axe they began to push his soldiers back. The ground forces of the Havoc corps had raised their shields together to form a formidable wall, the ones at the back were swarming around the sides to take on flankers or get into the melee. Some practically went berzerk out there, swinging with wild abandon and smashing their foes aside with shields. Regardless his troops were being pushed back. Even though their own were dropping into their midst from above like missiles they kept leaping into the sky and putting pressure on his troops. Havoc watched intently.

Eventually the line broke and Great Scales and Blood Swords intermingled in a raging melee. The armor was invaluable in this sort of fight. Havoc spotted the scouts approaching. He saw Silent Claw sprinting towards them, bow drawn. Havoc wondered what he was doing. The only thing he had done for him was give him a solid mithril spear that was sheathed in hide, give him the standard mace, and replace the armor he wore with his own hide as well as putting rings of mithril in it. That wasn’t much to Havoc but he had declined anything more. He watched as Silent Claw came to a halt and drew an arrow. He aimed carefully but quickly and released the arrow, it soared straight and slammed into a Great Scale’s head. It knocked him out and drew blood. The arrow went on to bounce off and knock out two more before it stopped. Havoc grinned.

The battle was fierce. Warriors leaped about slashing and bashing as others spat lightning. A legionnaire smashed his mace across the face of a warrior and was immediately tackled to the ground. The warrior who had jumped him was knocked out as he pulled his spear back to gore the legionnaire. The legionnaire pushed the warrior off and rose in time to brace his shield against another charging warrior. The warrior knocked himself out against the steel. The legionnaire kept his shield braced as another slammed into him and pushed him back, he pulled his shield aside and hit this one over the head and he hissed and gripped his skull. The warrior was knocked down and out as another legionnaire shield smashed him. Another warrior was more successful. He leaped onto a battered legionnaire and knocked him down before leaping to the next from behind, this one too fell and was almost killed as the warrior slashed at his neck with his dagger. The dagger never connected as he was smashed off the warrior by a shield and was soon ganged up on and savagely beaten with the maces.

A warrior dodged a mace swing and lunged at the legionnaire sword first. The legionnaire leapt forwards in an arc and swung his mace into the back of the warrior’s head as he passed. The legionnaire landed on a warrior who was knocked breathless by the impact. He rose from atop the warrior’s body in a kneeling position and swung his mace against the side of his head. The warrior fell asleep. The legionnaire braced his shield against a warrior swinging an axe, his shield was knocked up and almost off as was his arm. The axe lizard slashed down and the legionnaire felt pain as the axe cut into his face, he dropped to his back and tried to crawl away. The axe lizard stepped on his chest and was about to cleave his head off in a sideways swing when a wooden arrow slammed into the side of his head. He was dazed and the legionnaire took the opportunity to slam his mace into one of the warrior’s legs. He fell with a roar, then a legionnaire smashed him in the face with a mace as he fell.

Col Great Skies and his praetorians calmly walked up to the raging battle. As an opportunistic Great Scale warrior lunged blindly at them the nearest praetorian calmly smashed his skull in with his armored fist. They had gauntlets that had a triangular blade over each knuckle so that they could stab with every punch they delivered. On the back of the palm, behind the fingers, were round, sharp tipped, spikes designed to allow them to impale foes with a back handed strike. On the finger bones nearest to the main hand was a three sided spike that was placed just beyond the edge of the knuckle blades, these allowed for further impalement with every punch or backhand. The praetorians did not like to play around, get too close and you risk death. A number of Great Scales discovered this the hard way as a group that managed to push through the line more or less uninjured rushed them. The Col and his elite force were outnumbered at least three to one. Bad odds for the Great Scales. They were taken out by armored fist and padded mace. Skulls were smashed and legs were broken as rib cages were shattered. The ones hit with maces were the lucky ones, the others died. The chieftain calmly pulled his sword free from a corpse's chest before wiping it clean on the fallen warriors shirt and sheathing it. He pulled out his mace and readied his shield.

The new Col and his praetorian guard charged into the melee in a blur of brutal force. The Great Scales were taken by surprise as the elite troops slammed through them. The battle raged on. The praetorians and the Col raged among the Great Scales, carving a swathe of dead and unconscious warriors with their maces and shields. Dying by a shield is a bad way to go. Even if the shield had an edge like a razor, designed to slice up anyone unfortunate enough to bump into it. The Great Scales elite eventually encountered them and the fight was vicious, speed versus strength, armor versus agility, desperation versus bloodlust. Havoc eventually got bored as the vast numbers of the Great Scales wore down his troops, despite some of the lightly armored scouts rushing in to help, and just dropped a relatively light wall of force on them all. He picked through the trapped lizards and pulled his soldiers free. Luckily he’d suffered no casualties, though some were knocked out by the wall, and as such didn’t need to replace the lost soldiers. When they were all gathered and relaxed against the giant carcass he grasped the Great Scales and held them close, awake or not. He smiled at them.

“You belong to me now.” He said and squeezed them until they stopped fighting. They looked at him fearfully, well over two thousand were still awake and alive.

He dropped them in various places and they hobbled off to recover. Havoc went over to attend his soldiers. First he repaired their scratched and somewhat dented armor. He left tiny grooves to remember the battle, then he repaired their cut and bruised bodies. They had scales but the scales were small and relatively weak for maximum flexibility. Then he went on to improve the armor of the soldiers that were not scouts with steel scales that attached to the hide armor through tiny rings, which were not visible due to the scales overlapping each other. Now he had another distinguisher besides the armor. Soon the basic armor would not be enough as he began a mass healing spell on the fallen Great Scales tribe. He was annoyed to find some of the Great Scales dead, distinct punctures and crushed flesh and bones suggested the praetorians were at fault. He shook his head and piled up the dead. When he finished his healing of the Great Scales he stripped them naked and formed armor identical to that formerly worn by the army that they had almost bested. Now they looked at each other and themselves in awe.

“Form lines!” Havoc yelled and they began a disorganized rush to obey. They ended up forming three hundred straight but uneven lines. He ordered them to say the name of their weapon of choice and used a spell to hold the knowledge until he had given them enhanced versions of their own. Shields joined the varied weapons, spear lizards found swords in sheaths on their newly formed belts opposite the maces. Now this was an army. He found the chieftain and made him a Lieutenant Colonel. Havoc formed a total of four and roughly a half cohorts out of them. Not a full legion but a good start. He now had over six thousand warriors to his name, in this region alone. He would leave a cohort behind to guard the precious meat after his soldiers grabbed some rations before resuming the march with four full cohorts.

He waited as they carved into the carcass. They were all wide awake now. They formed up into more ordered lines at the orders of the new centurions, who were in turn under the command of the first centurions and the praetorians. The Col went about giving orders to the newly promoted primus pilus. Eventually they were ordered into three great columns and they resumed their march on Thunderhead with newly gained scouts swarming ahead of them. They began a low chant as they marched, some ancient tribal song that apparently both tribes knew well. Havoc walked ahead of them and was soon joined by his compatriots.

“Well Spike? What did you learn?”

“Lightning lizards are psychopaths on the battlefield?” He answered readily.

Havoc had no response. He was too busy trying to figure out if he was being sarcastic or not. It made his brain hurt.

“Was that sarcasm?”

“The answer should be obvious.”

“Well it’s not, and just trying to figure it out gave me a headache.”

“Hahahahahaha! Wow you’re dumb!” Spike laughed.

“That’s mean of you Spike! You shouldn’t insult the giant predator that can eat diamond.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Spike said in a casual manner.

“You’ll see Spike. Just for that there will be a day of reckoning. It may take a thousand years but I’ll get you for that.” Havoc meant it too.

“Heh, you’ll need it dumb dumb.” He said with a grin. Havoc frowned slightly. He considered biting off the whelps head but something stopped him, probably the glowing ring on his horn. He suddenly thought of the horn rings worn by Shining Armor and Cadence. He wondered if this was anything like that. He felt cold amusement at this thought from somewhere and idly rubbed at his horn to ward off the cold. Then the flesh around the horn began to burn and itch. He sat on his haunches and applied a hoof to the area, vigorously rubbing in a circle around his irritated horn. Then his teeth felt funny and he felt the need to chew on something so he rolled onto his back and brought his tail to his mouth as he curled up upwards. He bit down and began to nom on his tail. He hissed as he felt a need to scratch along his barrel near his crotch and applied a wing. His free wing was fruitlessly beating air and he soon applied it to his freezing horn near the tip. He went on like this as the others stared. Soon he felt a warmth spread through him and he finally relaxed.

“Aaaaahhh.” Havoc sighed.

“Okay, I will never hurt your feelings again. Please promise not to do that ever again. I almost got sick watching, yet I couldn’t look away. It was just like when I watched the buffalo charge at Appleoosa, I wanted to look away but I just couldn’t. Why Havoc, why? You went too far I say.” Spike said in a monotone voice. That was pretty much like being forced to watch a stallion masturbate. Many of the things he’d done were in fact, borderline clopping. The horn was sensitive enough, it was at times used for clopping. Rubbing directly around the horn was considered teasing and it was a little more sensitive than many other areas of the body. Pulling the tail with one’s teeth was also considered sexual to borderline sexual, chewing made it sexual if it already wasn’t. The area he had scratched at with his wing was rather close to his phallus. What the others had just born witness to was the most unintentional near clop scene in... Who knew, maybe it was the most unintentional near clop/porn of all time. The lizards weren’t actually affected as they didn’t know about equine reproduction or self pleasuring. They just thought it was weird.

“What’d I do?” He asked from the ground.

“You don’t know?” Twilight asked with a blush.

“No, seriously. What did I do that made Spike so sick?” Havoc asked.

“Maybe when you’re older.” The changeling in the form of a zebra answered. Havoc did not like that. He wanted to know and he was an adult in his homeland! Wait a moment. What made one an adult here? More directly, what made one an adult in Equestria?

“Hey Twilight?”

“Yes Havoc?”

“Am I an adult.”

“Yes you are Havoc, you said so yourself.”

“I know that. But if I was an Equestrian citizen would I be an adult legally?”

“Honestly no. The legal age for consent in Equestria is nineteen and you’re... Well you know. For an alicorn the age is even later, fifty seven if I recall right.”

“Fifty seven!”

“Yes, fifty seven.”

“But-but-but! I didn’t even have contact with anybody back home who was fifty. Why so late?”

“That’s when alicorns are developed enough for sexual relations. It’s just the way they age.”

“What about the pegacorns?”

“They develop at the same rate as ponies. Or horses, depends on the species of equine really. Horses take longer to develop because they’re so big.”

“Kay.” Havoc said before rolling to his hooves and walking on slightly wobbly legs. He didn’t know why he had done what he did or why he had wobbly legs. He felt like he’d just run a death race and won. Exhausted but satisfied, but he wasn’t tired and his legs didn’t feel dead. He staggered quickly and managed to stay ahead of his forces. He felt the need to stay out of easy vision for some reason. He did receive reports that much faster so it wasn’t a total negative. He craved meat. He wasn’t very hungry before but now he craved protein. Odd. Then a banana became visible in his mind. He had only ever seen one banana in his life and this was not that one, it was much healthier than the sickly green tinged thing of his memory. He laughed mentally at the random thought.

Then a pink hoof wrapped around it and he stopped laughing. Pinkie materialized grinning. Then she peeled the banana with her teeth. When this was done she stuck a hoof into the white nothingness she had made and pulled out a surprised looking Luna. A Luna he did not recognize, she looked older. Perhaps more mature? She was certainly larger, now she made Pinkie look puny, she was also darker. She was rather close to black as a matter of fact. Havoc felt one of his eyes twitching, he couldn’t tell which. He also realized he couldn’t see where he was going. He was effectively blind. He could still hear at least, and he could certainly feel and smell. He waited for the army to catch up to him and called out for help. Before they caught up to him he saw Pinkie pin down Luna who looked panicked at this point. How she pinned an opponent at least four times her size baffled him.

“Help! I’m blind!” He yelled. He heard confused chattering and waited for the beings to identify themselves.

“Are you sure you don’t just have your eyes closed?” Twilight asked.

“Do they look closed?!” He asked and turned his head towards her voice. Pinkie was licking the illusory Luna’s chest. She didn’t look particularly pleased about it either. He knew he wasn’t imagining it as he had tried to shake himself free before. Daymares prevent you from even trying to dispel them so this wasn’t one of those either. This could mean only one thing: Invasion. Oh dear, he just realised his unintended innuendo. And Pinkie was certainly utilising it. Why Pinkie?!

“Wow your pupils shrank! I can hardly see them! What did you do?” She asked excitedly.

“I didn’t do anything! I was just hobbling along when a banana appeared in my mind. I thought it was funny at first so I laughed! Then Pinkie’s hoof wrapped around it and the rest of her followed! Leave the princess alone Pinkie! She doesn’t like that! Aaaaaaaggghhh! It burns! If only there was some sort of dissolving solution I could apply to my brain to cleanse it of this travesty!”

“Oooh... That’s not good. Hey...” Twilight asked

“What?!”

“Which princess is it?”

“Believe me it matters.”

“Luna then!”

“Huh, well that might explain it.”

“Explain what?” Havoc said in a strained voice. He was being forced to watch something that some fantasized about, he did not. He rather disapproved of that sort of thing in truth.

“Well it’s easier for her to pull Luna in because she’s a bringer of dreams by tradition. She also affects the tides and sometimes ponies, among other beings, mental states!”

“You’re saying Pinkie is sodomizing the Night princess with a banana because its easier for her to enter my mind?!”

“Woah! Did not know that! Too much information there! Just bear with it until it’s over, and don’t tell me about it!” She said with a shudder. Why Pinkie would do that was beyond her, also how she would do that was beyond her imagining. The night princess was incredibly powerful.

Havoc began quietly cursing as a chain was wrapped around his throat to serve as a lead.

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

Pinkie had whipped out another banana and shoved it into Luna’s reproductive entry. She was using the first banana like a double ended dildo. She soon whipped out a third and shoved it into the princesses mouth after pulling her head to her, it served to silence her screaming and yelling. He trustingly followed the lead as he was forced to endure the mental agony. At some point an odd slime like being had slithered along and the blank white had turned into a well lit cave. Tunnels led off to unknown areas and luminous lichen grew en masse. He shuddered as the banana from the mouth was removed and an extension from the slime, perhaps a pseudopod, went in as a replacement. He looked apologetically at Luna and he sensed she did not blame him.

Pinkie gripped the banana in the reproductive port and Luna tried to shake her head. The pseudopod forced her to nod as it took a break from... Whatever that was. Pinkie pulled it out and swallowed it whole as another pseudopod entered Luna. Pinkie was sadistically kissing Luna’s neck while holding the rather long banana with a hoof. Luna looked somewhat tired, dazed even, as Pinkie returned to harshly thrusting into Luna from behind and Luna’s eyes teared up. Suddenly she started thrusting harder, then she just held her crotch tightly against Luna’s tight rear. Luna eyes widened.

This sort of thing was done a few times until a thick yellow fluid dripped from Luna’s hole to the floor. Havoc felt an unwanted erection despite himself. Pinkie winked at him as she shot another load inside. Then she let a pseudopod inside herself and moaned. She pulled her banana out of Luna and a pseudopod quickly entered the dripping orifice. Pinkie pulled the princess’ head up and the pseudopod came out. She coughed up blue liquid until Pinkie shoved the banana down her throat. Luna was made to pleasure her orally until she came not once but twice, the first was shot straight down Luna’s throat and second into her mouth and she had to open her mouth and show it being swallowed. Then Pinkie made her suck it again before pulling out and shooting it into her mouth and on her face. He saw the hoof reaching out to his enraptured mind.

He was still vaguely feeling the real world but he was mostly inside this odd mindscape.

“Hiya! Did you like the show? Of course you did!” Pinkie said happily, her hoof was wrapped around his fore member. He was surprised when he’d vaguely felt it. That was how she pulled him in. She smiled at him. He looked out of his body through a window. There wasn’t much to see, just grey. Havoc frowned despite being a figment of his own imagination, the fact that he not only knew this but accepted it so readily disturbed him. He was literally inside his own head...

“So, you ready to get going?!” Pinkie asked excitedly.

“Um, you kind of grabbed me while I was doing something vital. I don’t actually think I have time to do this.”

“Nonsense! You’re in your own imagination! Your body is still going but your consciousness is temporarily trapped within itself, thoughts within thoughts. Isn’t that right Luna?” She said after releasing a load of yellowish banana goop into her mouth. She pulled the phallic fruit out of the pretty pony princess.

“Havoc! Don’t blame yourself it’s all our mothers’s f-” She was soon gagged with the banana.

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.

“Now now little Luna, you can’t go blabbing on the bosses when they threw us such a nice party! In fact...” She then proceeded to turn the glowing cavern into a giant room. Part decoration were everywhere, from punch to cake. Havoc felt sick just looking at all the sweets. Then he wondered if pony cake was like his worlds cake.

“Well now that I think about it, hehe! They wouldn’t really give a shake now would they? You already know they’re trying to mess you up! Hahah snark heh pphhsshhh heheh!” apparently this was funny to her.

“No offense Pinkie but... Well I have questions.”

“No problem! Let doctor Pinkie help you out!” She said and was immediately out of Luna and in a psychiatrists suit and had a clipboard and a pair of neon blue shades over her eyes. Ironically the shades were not as bright or distracting as the aforementioned eyes. She whipped out a red couch sized for Havoc and Luna both and slammed them on it back first. Luna grabbed Havoc’s side for safety. He was a bit distracted by her greater height and slightly darker coat color. She was near Celestia’s size now, perhaps five centimeters or so shorter. She was built slim but he could almost see her muscles flex beneath her coat when she moved. She was pure lean muscle without an ounce of fat to spare for her frame.

“So vhat seems to be ze problem eh?” Pinkie spoke with a deeper voice that had an odd accent Havoc did not recognize.

“Well... I don’t understand how I can be a living, thinking, creature within my own mind. It just doesn’t make sense.”

Ahh, zat is a common one friend. Vell zhe sing is, your mind is capable ohv generating entire vorlds if you let it. It haz ze capacity and it haz ze brainpower require zo it creates. Anysing else?”

“Well I’ve been rather depressed for most of my life, I think the only times I was truly happy were when I was killing.”

“Zhat is disturbing but not uncommon. Numerous creatures of vonderful Terra are like zat.”

“Well look at this.” Havoc said as he pointed a hoof at Pinkie Pie. The world around them transformed into a massive battlefield.

It was Havoc’s first time battling colossi and it was brutal, luckily he’d gotten his second promotion by then which earned him his demigod class powered armor. The demigod class suit was inferior to the powered armor he had most recently worn, as in the suit he was wearing when he arrived in Equestria. The most recent armor he had worn was deus class, Olympian variant. Demigod class power armor could not match deus class armor of any variant. While lighter, it did not provide the increased strength or speed. Nor did it provide the same degree of protection against physical, chemical, or viral assault. It was cheaper and the lower potential to do damage made it an excellent choice for centurions and as well as other as yet undetermined soldiers. It reduced the possibility of a soldier turning against the empire with a valuable and deadly piece of equipment. Havoc remembered what he had learned.

He had been brought to one of the colossal factories where powered armor, among other war machines, was produced. First he’d been taken to the augmentation station where he was cut open and implanted with the machinery to link him to the armor. Fortunately it was designed to work with almost all forms of Al’ hira powered armor, the infamous Tartarus class being a natural exception. He had spent over a week in recovery before training began. The training in question taught him to utilise machinery he was plugged into, specifically power armor. Later on they taught him to control numerous other forms of machinery, from tanks to helicopters. That took around two and a half months. Then he was put into the production chamber where he was fitted for and equipped with his first set of powered armor. The complex machinery surrounding him had actually built the suit around him. It was like a mechanized version of the armor of a hoplite. It had greaves, gauntlets, bracers, a cuirass that protected the ribcage, seven tasset plates that just reached the knees, and a helmet. The primary covering was the same nameless dark grey material comprised of aluminum, rubber, and iron. The primary constituent being rubber. The armor did not require a generator as it was powered by his electricity, he did have to send a signal to the machinery over his buttcrack and penis to open if he wanted to release waste material. It was not designed to function indefinitely under hostile conditions like the the deus class armor variants. The eye lenses could not show electrostatic signatures, though it did have infrared, and the sensors didn’t pick up nearly as much either. It did, at least, show what the filters picked up, as well as objectives, a targeting reticle for guns that could link to it, altitude, direction, and it could identify friend from foe as long as they carried the proper identification on their person. He could also control the volume his armor projected through his speakers, it allowed him raise it to pain inducing levels even. And he could choose what music he played through his left earphone. That was a big bonus. All Al’ Hira helmets had one earphone on the left to project music or perhaps to hear the battle radio, the right was attuned to the commanders frequency. The right could also serve to allow them to hear the various reports. For low levels the commander/s had total control over what was relayed to the soldiers, despite these features they could typically hear things around them through their helmets (though sounds were muffled by the primarily metal object that encased their craniums).

In the memory they saw the landscape going by from Havoc’s viewpoint, until magic manipulated the memory to mimic and alter as necessary to match a view in the third person. Havoc towered over most of his fellow soldiers, scattered throughout the screaming ranks were other giants who neared seven feet or went past it. Havoc himself was seven feet and nine inches tall. He roared with the others as they charged into the torrent of bullets streaming from the guns of the lycan model colossi. The lycan model was relatively small, at least for an assault class colossus. They stood a mere hundred and ten meters tall at the cockpit, which was shaped like a snarling wolf head. The lycan was lean and agile with long three jointed legs and four powerful stabilizing toes per foot. The lycan could move at up to one hundred and twenty kilometers per hour on those powerful legs. The lycan had a cannon in the center of each gun hand. Surrounding it was gun barrels in rows of three, between each row was a rocket launcher. That comprised the first ring around the cannon, the second ring was rows of gun barrels in fours with a missile launcher between each row. The third and final ring was comprised purely of gun barrels. A Lycan had a total of one hundred and twelve guns, sixteen rocket launchers, and two cannons, this adds up to one hundred and thirty weapons. A Lycan has a crew of four, two crew who also serve as defenders to the pilot and an engineer who ensures the machine is in top condition. The pilot is normally linked to the Lycan by his or her implants which gives them total control, if not linked then the two crewmen must aid the pilot as gunners. The gun arms of a Lycan colossus reached fifty meters, the legs could stretch up straight at the cost of mobility and stability to increase its height by forty meters. Each leg was total of ninety meters but you probably wouldn’t see them stretched to this length. A Lycan vents the waste material of its consumed fuel through six short smokestacks, two on each shoulder, and four going down its upper back in rows of two.

The ten lycans at the front of the mechanised brigade released deadly salvos into the charging legionnaires, the legionnaires were in turn backed by Wolf model scout colossi and Sword model assault colossi as well as numerous tanks. The Wolf, as a scout, was smaller still at a mere fifty meters. But it was fast and even more agile. It couldn’t reach the Lycan’s impressive one hundred and twenty kilometers, it only reached ninety kilometers per hour due to its small size. It could dance circles around the much bigger Lycans, if the Lycan didn’t simply step on it. The Wolf was armed with a railgun that fired three meter long steel bullets sheathed in plasma, each round weighs in at roughly two and a half metric tons, as the central gun. Surrounding this central gun are eight chainguns, each firing meter long bullets. Wolves have wolf shaped heads as well, similarly they can part below the cockpit to open great metal jaws. With these jaws they can bite, they bite very hard due to mechanical muscles built into the jaws and powerful yet flexible neck.They too have three jointed legs but have five toes, two on the back three on the front, as opposed to four. A wolf has two smokestacks to vent its deadly waste on its back behind the shoulders. A Wolf has a crew of one, the pilot is also typically linked but unlike the Lycan it can be crewed by one unlinked man. The Wolf has a relatively larger chest than the Lycan and its posture is stooped, the Wolf scout colossus of the Al’ Hira comes in three variants as well.

The more common archer is just the Wolf model outfitted with the weaponry mentioned above and is considered an artillery warmachine, the swordwolf was a close combat version. The swordwolf replaced the guns mounted on the arm with massive blades shaped like oversized machetes. They wielded them to devastating effect, a swordwolf could cut halfway into the deep chest of another of its kind with a swing. The third variant is known as the Savage but it’s not featured in this battle and will not be further described. Typically archers and swordwolves work in teams of five, two swordwolves and three archers. These teams are referred to as fists. Each variant also has a command subvariant, they are identifiable by their colors and increased deadliness. The archer command subvariant had blades on the barrels of its gun and the head has the sun insignia of the Al’ Hira on its forehead, its chest also has dark red or black stripes lying horizontal and going down it. The swordwolf command subvariant has a pair of additional blades beside the primary ones that hook forwards to do more damage, it too has the sun insignia as well as the black or dark red stripes. The typical wolf is grey with white shoulder pauldrons that bear the ten bladed golden sun insignia of the Al’ Hira in the middle.

Sword assault class colossi are typical sized assault colossi standing at two hundred and fifty meters. They had a great red cyclopean eye flanked by eight smaller blue ones on each side at the front of the cockpit, they had other sensors dispersed across the huge machine. The chest was not as comparatively deep as the that of the Wolf but it was more so than the Lycan. They had huge cannons for their central guns and numerous smaller cannons, missile launchers, and rail rifles surrounding them. They also had a battery of artillery guns on their shoulders that fired one hundred centimeter shells (the calibre of a shell is its diameter, the calibre of a bullet is its length) over long distances. The Sword was terrifying in its effectiveness, and the fortresses and war machines of the ancients testified to its necessity. Swords have a crew of fifteen; one linked pilot, four engineers, and ten crewmen. The Sword vents its waste through seven smokestacks, six going down its back in two vertical rows of three and one tall and wider one that reaches above its head from between its shoulders like a polluting banner. The Sword works best when linked, otherwise the most of the crew (including two of the engineers) is required to control the machine. All the same, assault class colossi are not the largest. The largest are the void colossi who are capable of entering and maneuvering in space on their own, they have never been used by the Al’ Hira in this capacity and they don’t actually know that. Smaller than the void class are the titans, then the quake, then the siege, and then you reach the assault class. Specialist class colossi range from siege to infantry class in size. Infantry are the smallest of the colossi, at three meters in height they barely qualify. The Swords of the Al’ Hira were usually mottled brown and red with the shoulder plates being white with the insignia of the Al’ Hira empire. The command variant has vertical black stripes on its arms and chest as well as the insignia of the Al’ Hira emblazoned on the top of its head and the center of its chest.

The Lycans spent little time softening up the Al’ Hira infantry before turning their mighty guns towards the intimidating Swords and Wolves. They dodged furiously before charging in a flanking maneuver. They carefully avoided stepping on their smaller allies. The lesser ground forces of this enemy was comprised primarily of Hound enforcer class Colossi, standing at five and a half meters tall, and some infantry armed with large plasma rifles. The infantry were lightly armored and relied upon the more numerous Hounds for protection. This powerful enemy had made extensive use of factories it had claimed. The factories were the reason the Al’ Hira were invading them. The imperator had hinted that he was interested in them and his birthday was coming up, the people love the imperator so he gets what he wants. Some noble or demigod had decided to invade them and present the factories as a surprise gift, they had only five months to complete the conquest and they had to be secretive to ensure that word didn’t reach the mighty imperator’s ears. The empire often called itself the Sol Imperium, hence the image of the sun.

Havoc saw a Lycan running his way and commanded his armor to play I’m With Stupid by Static-X before he began to shoot at it with his machine gun. He also had a longsword and a pistol. It, of course, ignored the shots made by him and his comrades and kept running despite them aiming for the joints of its mighty legs. Havoc saw that his plan wasn’t working as his comrades far ahead were being stepped on as it kept running. Crushed body parts and blood sprayed into the air with every step. Havoc noticed it was going to be placing its foot right next to where he would soon be and slung his gun over his back by its strap. He kept running and got his arms ready, his smarter allies began to move away from its path but many were not fast enough. A massive right foot stomped down next to him, flinging up dirt and killing fifteen men, and he leapt at it and latched on to its ankle, he was sprayed in gore and caked in dirt mid-leap. Havco held on desperately to the ankle by battle damage in the form of dents and holes. He had seen what looked like a giant bite mark earlier which was the primary reason he had seen fit to try, he knew he couldn’t get his arms around such a large object and if it was smooth it would have been impossible to hold on.

He was carried away from the flying bullets of the frontline as the Lycan he grasped engaged a fist of Wolves. The swordwolves rushed up to slash at it and it agilely stepped around them and continued to fire on their compatriots. The archers noticed Havoc holding on and were careful to aim above the ankle when shooting that leg. Havoc felt like he was going to be torn asunder by the motion of the Lycan. When it paused to bait a swordwolf he desperately began to scramble up using the dents in the tough, thick, metal as handholds. He had made it three meters up when a swordwolf appeared near to him and he braced himself for death. To his surprise the sword wolf went out of its way to avoid him drawing back the strike it was about to launch. When the Lycan rose it foot to step on it the swordwolf deftly impaled the sole of its foot and turned it aside, it smashed stably into the earth. Havoc knew the pilot knew because he should have broken the ankle by slamming it into the ground at a bad angle. The swordwolf stabbed the foot into the earth with a blade and whipped its other into calf section of the leg. The Lycan readied its right arm to annihilate the Wolf. The Wolf opened its massive jaws and twisted its head to bite into the back of the thigh. Havoc clambered up the Lycan’s leg with as much speed as he was able, relying on his limbs’ impressive reach to get from dent to dent, gouge to gouge.

The Lycan opened fire on the Wolf’s chest with the full might of its right arm and it was sheared messily from the neck and the pieces that impaled its leg. The jaws of the wolf, as well as both blades remained firmly embedded in the machine. Havoc knew the pilot was surely in agony as he could only have done something like that while linked. Sensors designed to dully simulate feel covered the great machines, it was a measure to help pilots avoid and gauge damage to the huge vehicles. Such damage must be agonizing and he wondered why the pilot had sacrificed his precious vehicle as he climbed. Then Havoc noticed that the Lycan was struggling to get its foot unstuck, he also noticed the the wolf had provided him with excellent grips. The other Wolves of the fist avoided shooting at that leg as they took advantage of the temporarily immobilised Lycan. It returned fire angrily and loosed a deep roar to express its displeasure. Another swordwolf leaped at its chest and it batted it away with an arm. It turned its gun on it for a moment before returning to firing at the archers. The swordwolf got back up and ran off to gain speed and come at it from the same direction it previously had. This time it landed against the Lycan and knocked it back, it leaned ‘till it was nearly horizontal. Havoc sped up his climb as this was in his favor.

The Wolf slashed into the Lycan’s chest with bloodlust and tried to bite its throat out. The Lycan grasped it between its gun emplacements and lifted it high, it righted itself before bringing the desperately chopping Wolf to its own much bigger jaws and biting off its upper torso. Havoc hissed as he felt the heat of burning metal pass by his back. The Lycan threw the remnants away and crushed the portion that was grasped in its closed jaws with a machine press like a great metal tongue. It spat out the crushed piece of carcass at the other Wolves and loosed a victory howl that shook Havoc’s bones and made his eardrums vibrate painfully despite his armors sound mufflers activating at the onset of the of the machines terrible roar. He had gotten past where the first swordwolf’s jaws impaled the Lycan by this point, aided by both the Wolves’ valiant sacrifices. He climbed with speed born of bloodlust and desperation, he was getting a major adrenaline rush from this. He had almost reached the place where leg connected with torso.

The Lycan finally noticed the Wolves directing their fire from its trapped right leg and checked for the reason they didn’t attempt to cripple him. Its right eye lense saw him and Havoc could feel the pilot’s wrath. The rage gave the Lycan’s pilot the strength to pull the machine’s foot free in a blast of sparks and additional smoke. He proceeded to stomp vigorously, causing a small earthquake that shook the nearby Wolves and toppled the screaming infantry. Havoc screamed in pain as he felt his arms dislocate painfully. He cried in his armor and continued his very audible screaming. He did not, however, let go. Such would be suicide and his body refused to let it end that way no matter how merciful it would be. The Lycan stopped with a frustrated snarl as it was forced to return to shooting at the Wolves. It was limping due to the swords and jaws embedded into its leg. Havoc tried to figure out how to make his arms work again, eventually he settled on squeezing and pulling in until they popped back into their sockets. It worked, oh so very painfully did it work. Havoc forced himself to continue climbing despite his agony and cried as he went. He had reached just below the joint and wondered how to get higher without losing his life in the process. He heard a hiss and saw the cockpit of the Wolf open. The lightly armored pilot tossed a primed grenade at him and he barely caught it. He heard the near silent beep and quickly tossed it into the joint. Less than a second later he felt, saw, and heard the explosion.

It ripped out a chunk of the Lycan’s inner leg machinery and it screamed as it lost use of the limb. It struggled to support itself on one leg, eventually it fell to its belly in a scream of tortured metal. It crushed a pair of nearby tanks when it landed. The Lycan was far from harmless however, it propped itself up one leg in a sitting position and resumed firing. Havoc climbed with little interruption. He saw nothing but a bloodstain of the Wolf pilot that had made this possible. He was almost crushed by a swinging arm as it redirected its guns as it killed. Only one Wolf was left by this time. Havoc reached between its shoulders and was grateful for his limited filtration as he saw the smoke. He reached out and grabbed some protruding machinery from the nest of metal and tough yet flexible black material when he reached the throat. He climbed painfully, cursing with every movement. The Lycan tried to shake him off but it was fruitless at this point, he had too much that provided an easy grip. He made it to just behind its head and held on grimly. He heard laughter and brought up his pistol and began shooting into the relatively vulnerable neck. He made sure to shoot into the evident machinery. He emptied the clip and holstered it before bringing up his machine gun. He fired a full chain of lead rounds into its neck joints and put it back. The laughter was quieter now.

Havoc started carving into its neck with his sword, stabbing and slashing with wild abandon until he heard the whir of machinery and the cockpits door between the ears on the back of the head opened. Havoc did not know that this was where the door was but considered himself lucky. He climbed one-handed into the cockpit and immediately slashed the soldier that came at him, rifle drawn. His tough sword impaled the the arm through a gap in the armor and went on to slice deeply into the cuirass. The soldier screamed as it reached a lung. Havoc braced a foot on his chest and shoved the soldier off his sword before crushing his throat with the edge of his steel plated boot. He limped further and put his blade through the visor of the frantic engineer with a pained cry. The engineer fell from the powerful blow. Havoc kicked a soldier in the chest as bullets bounced off his armor. He leaned against a chair to recuperate. Then he lunged at the soldier who’d gotten up and switched to steel rounds, Havoc did not know this. The steel bullets punched through his armor or bounced off leaving dents and Havoc made a pained cry as he was punctured. His sword slid off the soldier’s armor but knocked him down again and Havoc quickly stabbed him through the soft spot between his chestplate and the brigandine that protected his stomach.

Havoc limped over to the pilot’s seat and the pilot rose. Havoc saw that the connecting wires had all retracted into the chair, the chair was a device that was shaped like a half oval and surrounded the pilot’s sides and back as well as the top of his head. He could pull down a visor that let him see through the machine’s primary cameras or he could look at what the machine saw on a great screen before him. He looked at Havoc hatefully, Havoc had to assume it was hate because his helmet was on.

“You f****** freak! You wrecked up my glorious Lycan ya big lagger!” He yelled.

“Well you’re dead sodder!” Havoc retorted before whipping his sword up and lunging.

The pilot jumped aside and kicked out at his legs. Havoc twisted and the sword scraped off the pilot’s chest. They rose and the pilot punched Havoc in the upper arm with his gauntleted fist as Havoc slashed down at him. Havoc grunted and the sword scraped off again. Havoc lashed out with a swinging foot and he went flying into a nearby wall. The pilot grunted and got to his feet as Havoc ran at him, sword held high. He punched out and his clenched fist impacted the sword and his arm was knocked back, the sword was considerably slowed however. Havoc had anticipated such a maneuver and punched his stomach with his free hand. The pilot was knocked against the wall breathless. Havoc rose the sword and dumbly slashed at the man’s chest, his sword slid off the tough metal leaving naught but a scratch. Havoc grabbed the man and slammed him into a nearby machine. He went on to ram his blade down the man’s ribs through the gap between helmet and cuirass. This fight was won but the battle was far from over as an impact shook the Lycan. Havoc walked to the door and saw a Wolf waiting for him below, its cockpit open and its gun arms grasping the sides of Lycan’s chest. The memory ended as Havoc jumped down to the waiting pilot, a female by the design of the armor.

“Vell zat vas disturbing. Still, if zat is ze type of life you live zhen you must adapt ja?” Pinkie commented.

“Byebye Pinkie. Your mistake was to underestimate my dedication to an assignment, especially one that guarantees my freedom.” Havoc said as he shifted into his scarred human form. He made sure to wear all his armor when he did so. Pinkie looked confused as she flung off the suit.

“What do you mean?” She asked in her regular voice. Havoc smiled invisibly and formed a great swirling darkness behind her.

“You can’t do this! I haven’t received the nookie I was promised!” She wailed as she held onto the edges of the hole with her outstretched hooves.

“I don’t know what nookie is but why don’t you discuss getting it from an alternate source with your bosses?” Havoc said calmly in his metal voice, how good it felt to be back in the comfort of his armor.

“FFFFFiiiiiinnnnneeee!!” She cried as she was sucked into the darkness and disappeared. Havoc was glad for both the lesson she had given him, the time he had gained by stalling her with that old memory, and his vast power. Luna hugged his scarred armor. She shook as she desperately hugged him and tears leaked from her eyes.

“Why Pinkie, why?” Havoc said quietly, his voice sounded like it did when he was human.

“Our mothers can be cruel beings if they try. We don’t know what they promised her but we believe that she would have done it anyways. Just for the opportunity to invade the minds of us. Verily we believe she was not aware of her cruelty, how could one who spoke and acted as she did possibly be aware of thine own evil?” She said. Havoc was confused by the sudden switch. She didn’t speak like that very often since he’d seen her that first time in Luna Eclipsed.

“Are you okay?” He asked. He’d never seen a reaction like this. On his world people were used to rape and reacted accordingly, it just wasn’t a big deal for the people he knew. At least when he was running with that gang that is, he now knew nobles and they typically didn’t suffer that sort of thing. And no noble had ever been assaulted on his watch.

“I am simply reacting to the assault of the pink one, noble Havoc. I will get better soon enough. Just don’t fail the mission our father has entrusted thee. Shouldst thou fail thou shalt suffer almost as we have and that would not be something to have over our conscience.”

Havoc simply laid on that couch while memories of pain flashed by on the numerous screens surrounding them. He didn’t know how to comfort beings aside from simply doing his job. He knew sapients, or sentients as his people said, enjoyed watching others suffer so he showed numerous memories of pain. Both his own and that of others he displayed and she gripped him tightly and shut her eyes. Havoc stopped and tried to mimic a meadow. It came out messy and splotched with blood boars. Blood boars are large carnivorous pigs known and feared for both their excellent sense of smell and their violent temperament. They were known for biting and goring at the slightest provocation. Havoc tried a nice nighttime beach and it was streaked with pollutants. Next he attempted a healthy forest and it came out splotchy and the colors ran. He snarled in frustration and he heard Luna laugh. So ponies liked emotional suffering as opposed to physical, good to know. So he showed the memory of his first serious depression and hoped for the best. She frowned upon seeing him with the dull expression and sad eyes.

“Stop it.” She commanded.

Havoc obeyed.

“We are appreciative of your efforts to cheer us up but we do not need to see your pain. Just love us.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

In this situation, hold us until we are ready to go.” She said and Havoc did as suggested, pulling her against him and turning slightly on his side. He hugged her with his metal encased arms until she pushed against him with a hoof.

“Why do you maintain this form?” She asked.

“I know it best, the armor comforts me like nothing else. It keeps me safe and isolated from the painful outside world and the gel feels good.”

“Return to stallion form. For us.” She asked and Havoc grudgingly returned to the form of the big, naked, soft fur covered stallion. Luna felt herself sink into his fur and sighed as her tension released. She rubbed against him and stroked at the ethereal mane as it flowed over her. She inhaled deeply of his signature scent and felt completely at ease. She lay against him, gripped gently by massive furry forelimbs and vastly bigger wings. She curled up against him and turned her back to him in her security, she held a forelimb with two of her own. After a while of this she smelled something new, a scent she had been generating recently and her eyes widened as she felt her openness. The warmth was incredible as she inhaled deeply a final time.

“Thank you Havoc, you have eased my mind and calmed my body. We will remember this. Now please release us.” She said with a somewhat hurried fashion.

“As you command.” Havoc said as he released his grip. She rolled out and he saw her cheeks were tinged light blue, he wondered why. Not just why she was blushing, also why they were a light shade of blue. Wasn’t blood red? Maybe hers glowed or something like that. If it was blue then it might explain any blue blood related jokes or curses here. He laughed as he thought of that. Heh heh, blue blood. “I have got to remember to punch him out when I get back, just because.” He thought. He would love to see if Blueblood lived up to his name. Then blue blood would be splattered on the walls, if any were near enough, on the floor and and on his hoof. Possibly more of him if he hit hard enough. Heh. What if...

“Goodbye Havoc.” Luna said with a wave.

“How do I get out of here?” Havoc asked nervously.

“I am maintaining this place, when I am gone you will revert to your natural state.” She said and disappeared like Havoc had blinked. He looked at his extended reproductive members just before entering reality.

He saw the mist and the army surrounding him. Four cohorts in all formed this force, over four thousand lives under his control. Havoc smiled as he realized he must be free. He then realized he was still out and this place was both cold and wet. He smiled all the same.

“I’m back.” Havoc said calmly.

“Good to hear!” Twilight answered and the chain released his throat swiftly. Her glow surrounded the chain as it returned to its resting place. Havoc began to crave blood. Zebra, unicorn, pegasus, earth pony, alicorn, pegacorn, dragon, hippocorn, gryphon, hippogryph, leviathan, he felt rage spreading slowly. He then focused on the conundrum of Luna’s cheeks. Why blue? They were pink before so why blue now? Was Celestia’s blood blue but he never noticed it? Maybe she was just really good at hiding it. Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue. Maybe Luna’s cheeks were light blue because she has clear or white glowing blood. While he was distracted he pushed the rage deep down inside himself. “Hah! Take that me!” He thought victoriously. He rushed to the head of the formation, which wasn’t very far away, and began to swiftly outpace his smaller subjugates. “Remember”, he thought, “Four cohorts with you. You’ll kick the snot out of anybody and they can help. This land is mine for the taking.” A scout team ran up to him.

“Sir we see the Rock Drinkers up ahead! They are twenty thousand strong at least! They must have come to slaughter the Great Scales and steal their kill! We require your aid lord.” He finished with a kneel.

“Hmmm, outnumbered five to one with my armor and weaponry? You should best them with ease. Even though it will mainly be the three thousand legionnaires I am confident in your skill. Tell the commanders I want three separate lines one hundred wide and five deep, the Col remembers the formation I used earlier. Have the legionnaires use it. As for the other one thousand five hundred I want them moving around the left side to catch them from behind. Remember that I want prisoners and lots of them.” Havoc said whilst thinking of the one known as Harpica and Candy A**. They were his people’s equivalent of Lyra and Bonbon. He pondered their closeness and the odd way Harpica sat. He felt inclined to ask about that after he scored a hug, ponies are soft or perhaps plushy. He liked that word, plushy.

“As you command lord.” The head scout said before running off to do his bidding. Soon the chanting of the legion was interrupted by yelled commands. The legion began to reform to perform his maneuver, the flyers taking to the skies and the ground forces forming their lines to smash the foe. The lines were spread but would rush together to bottleneck the foe.

Twenty minutes later the two sides were in sight of each other. The legionnaires menaced the Rock Drinkers by beating the metal shafts of their batons against the inner side of the rims of their readied shields and stomping their feet against the ground. They were vocally silent as opposed to the Rock Drinkers screaming and roaring while beating their own weapons on the presented side of their shields. Some spread their arms wide and took up a wide stance before letting out fluctuating roar.

“Raaaaghaghaghaghagh!” They roared and adrenaline rushed through their veins causing them to breathe heavily and twitch their weapons frequently. The Rock Drinkers charged wildly, weapons held high or readied for impalement. The legionnaires loped towards the foe in silence, staying close and holding their oval shields together. The forces crashed with tremendous noise as spear, sword, axe, club, and occasional maces slammed against the solid steel shields of the legionnaires. The legionnaires held at first, the more spread out Rock Drinkers lacked the combined weight of the close formed legion. Then as the Rock Drinkers massed up against the shields of the legion they began to get pushed back, this was happening despite the legionnaires knocking them out as they got in range. The legion roared as they were pushed and their feet scraped against the rock they stood upon. They began to smack with greater fervor, some very nearly killed those they hit. The scouts began to loose arrows at them from the side and the air force slammed into the Rock Drinkers flyers as they rose from the ground. Havoc flew overhead silently.

When he got over the center of the Rock Drinkers he grasped himself in his TK and began to beat his wings heavily. Somewhere below a Rock Drinker felt the wind blowing down on him. This was not unusual when thunderbirds flew but he had seen only the group that near the border recently so this should not be happening. He looked up as he was waiting for his turn at the front and saw something terrifying. He gaped at the giant black horse that was hovering above them. A few others noticed him staring and joined him, they began to notice the building air pressure. Then the flyers started to get pushed down, they struggled against the pressure from above. Then they finally gave up and smashed into their own below. Havoc kept flapping powerfully. The ones on the ground felt themselves getting pushed, they struggled to stay upright.

Soon they started to get launched, Havoc had created a very effective no fly zone. Some were scraped painfully against the rocks as they were smashed aside by the pressure from above. The legionnaires from behind started to knock them out as they struggled to hold against the air. The legionnaires themselves had angled their shields to deflect the air over them in an overhead shield wall. They had an easy time knocking the Rock Drinkers out as they walked over them. Havoc soon stopped when he saw his legionnaires closing around them in a three sided wall. He laughed as they started to enter the fight in earnest. They began to surround the Rock Drinkers. The Rock Drinkers fought against the walls of legionnaires with vigor. They smashed against them with everything they had.

A warrior leaped over the wall to land on a group of raised shields he wobbled but stayed up. He ran across trying to find a gap to shove his spear into and fell off when one altered his shields angle underneath him. He was then beaten mercilessly with a baton. Once he was unconscious the grinning legionnaire stepped on his chest, simply because he felt like it. Elsewhere the line had been broken and the legionnaires fought in a melee with the warriors. The legionnaires fought viciously, delivering brutal blows to heads and chests and limbs. They too were fought savagely. The warriors aimed for gaps in the armor, the Blood Swords had an advantage in this regard as they had scale armor over the places unprotected by plate. The Rock Drinkers fought with desperation, slicing and smashing with strength and speed that was hard to match.

A legionnaire smashed a warrior over the head with his baton, knocking him out despite his bone helmet. The bone helmet was shattered by the force of his blow. The legionnaire’s pupils were shrunken as he smashed his baton/mace into the neck of a charging hatchet wielder, the hatchet wielder fell dead. The legionnaire was in an area where his brethren were thinly spread and they were under constant assault. He saw one of his brethren lose a leg to an axe and quickly get swarmed by spear wielders, he rushed over and smashed into them with mace and shield. The group turned on him once he had downed three, they had not had time to react. The four remainders surrounded him and the axe lizard took a swing at his hide armored stomach, he put his shield in the way and it stopped the obsidian blade and chipped it horribly. He swung his mace into a spear that was thrust at him and broke the shaft. He was stabbed in the back and smashed his baton into the axe lizard’s arm. He then smashed the edge of his shield into the sharp object impaling him and it too broke, leaving the head of the spear embedded in him. He swung again into the axe lizard and impacted his head and he fell. Then the legionnaire turned and leaped shield first at the retreating spear lizard. He knocked him down and kicked him until he stopped flailing and quickly turned to see the axe lizard rushing him with his cracked axe. He smashed him in the face with his shield and blood sprayed from his mouth. A spear impaled the side of his neck and was quickly pulled out, the legionnaire murdered the offender with his mace. He staggered to see a final spear lizard’s spear coming at his eye.

A legionnaire had put his baton away in favor of his hatchet, he’d knocked around fifteen unconscious so he figured he could afford to kill. He smashed a spear away and chopped into his opponent’s chest. The stone armor stopped his blade but he ripped it out and swung again, this time he impaled his opponent deeply. He kicked him off and took a swing at another warrior’s throat, he sliced a thin line as he pulled away. The legionnaire pursued and smashed his weapon with a swing of his hatchet. He smashed the side of his shield into his opponent’s chest and he was felled. He stepped on his chest and chopped into his stone armored cranium. He killed him with the singular blow and ripped it out. Another leaped at him and he raised his shield to catch him. The foe bounced off and he kicked him until he stopped trying to get up. A sword lizard ran by him and he sliced into the warrior’s back. He let him take his axe as he fell and stepped on his back before pulling his hatchet out. He then decapitated him with a swing. He legionnaire saw yet more rushing and couldn’t stop a bloodthirsty grin from growing on his face.

With considerably reduced air support the ground soldiers of the Rock Drinkers were soundly beaten by the superior equipment of the legionnaires. They were well aware of this. Havoc woke up the knocked out warriors and quickly had them strip naked before turning them into legionnaires. There were well over twenty five thousand despite numerous deaths. Havoc had them start carving up the dead before going back and tearing a sizable chunk from the dead thunder lizard. The new legionnaires had a meal before joining the rest on the march, they took various trophies from the dead but left most of the combat gear behind. The legion now had over thirty one thousand soldiers. Fully thirty cohorts traveled with him, three whole legions and then some. The soldiers returned to their chanting and it carried far. The Blood Swords were with him in their distinct armor, he had further upgraded it by adding gauntlets and sabatons that protected the upper sides of their feet and toes. The gauntlets had blades over the knuckles that extended to just past the nearest finger joint. The helmets now had a row of eight spikes going down the middle which could be used for impaling and were very intimidating, they could also be used for slashing as the spikes possessed four sharp edges.

Havoc knew his legion was practically chewing its way to Thunderhead. As they got closer he saw a herd of thunder lizards alongside very small figures that seemed to be guiding them. They were moving away he noted, they looked to be adjusting their formation. It was like they knew he was coming and were taking measures to avoid him. He would bet credits that they numbered in the millions with a herd that size. He later saw another herd of thunder lizards being goaded away by a flock of thunderbirds. He grinned hungrily. They came to the base of a mighty mountain that was wreathed in storm clouds Havoc was trying to figure out whether he should risk carrying his army or let them try to climb when he heard a giant eagle cry. A storm cloud descended from the mass towards him and he awaited its arrival hungrily, his butt was raised high and his wings were spread wide in anticipation like some sort of oversized cat.

A great rainbow colored mass emerged from the cloud and he immediately froze up. He felt his eyes twitching as the rainbow got closer. Then he lost control of his bowels and ran about like an idiot.

“The rainbow is approaching, the rainbow is approaching!!” He yelled in panic whilst peeing and flapping his wings uselessly. His soldiers picked up on his faint and very subtly displayed fear and began screaming and roaring in reaction. They started to knock each other unconscious in an attempt to maintain moral. It didn’t really work.

“Game over man, game over! The end had come! Every lizard for himself!” A legionnaire cried as he ran. He was soon beaten over the head and took a nice deep nap. His tranquilizer took one look at Havoc before doing the same. A praetorian looked at his lord and took a hard look at his baton, he raised it beside his head and made sure it was lined up by gently tapping it against the side of his head. After the fourth tap he pulled it back and knocked himself the f*** out. A mad laughing was soon heard as a legionnaire went insane from a combination of lol overdose and mass panic. He went about smacking his fellows silly with baton and tail.

“WHAT THE F***?!?!” Spike yelled as he watched this happening. The seemingly indestructible stallion was panicking because he saw a rainbow? He had never heard of such a silly fear. Seeing his reaction he decided it would be best not to use this against him lest he end up underneath a pile of waste material. The things Havoc ate made him shudder with fear as he unwisely thought of what would result from such a diet, he had never seen him eat but was told he ate vast quantities of meat as well as various metals with the occasional gem.

“WHAT’S GOING ON?!” The thunderbird cried, “I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M LOOKING AT!! IS THIS NORMAL?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REACT TO SOMETHING LIKE THIS?!” He asked while looking at the only nearby beings who displayed any sanity. This was composed of a lavender unicorn with a starburst on her butt, a purple dragon with green spines, a big dark blue second phase phoenician with a purple mane who was laughing at the chaos below, a smaller yellow female who had red feather tips and white hair, and a winged zebra who looked bored for some reason.

Twilight’s horn glowed and Havoc’s head was surrounded in a similar glow. The only beings there who could see this glow were Spike, Twilight Sparkle, Havoc, and interestingly Scorch. Changelings are among the creatures that can see magic unaided. They have rather unique eyes.

Havoc felt pressure on his skull and hissed. Then he felt his mind being invaded and fought it rather than run around screaming. The legionnaires soon stopped their panicking upon seeing him stopped and glaring into the distance. He actually came very close to winning this fight, his mad strength nearly shattered the spell and Twilight’s mind. She would have a massive headache when this was done. She won by converting the panic directly into courage, she remembered where the emotion was dumped automatically and would rather not have that happen in her presence.

Havoc’s pupils dilated slowly and he turned his glare upon the thunderbird chromatic.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT PISS BREATH?!” He yelled angrily.

The chromatic reared back at this sudden change.

“I HAVE BEEN SENT TO WELCOME YOU IN THE HOPE THAT YOU WILL SPARE OUR CIVILIZATION.” He said in his powerful voice.

“Alright. Twi’!” Havoc yelled.

“What?!” She yelled back, her headache hurt quite a bit.

“I want you to cast that cloudwalking spell of yours on my top lizards. I’ll provide power while you provide focus.”

“Fine!” She yelled and her horn glowed with eldritch power, Havoc’s own did so as well and his black glow enfolded her own purple glow. They formed a purple so dark it was nearly black. Her darker spell washed over several lizards, all the Blood Swords and the higher tribal commanders in fact. Havoc had earlier decided that the Blood Swords would be his praetorian force once he conquered sufficient numbers of lizards for his nation. Havoc grasped the lizards in his magic and together with the flying howdah and the chromatic they ascended to Thunderhead.

Havoc alighted on a cloud outside of a massive building, he then placed his soldiers on the cloud floor and they felt out the soft clouds with glee. Some of them started rolling around on the cloudfloor and laughing like yearlings. Or children from Havoc’s world as they tortured things to death. Children are naturally cruel, they are crueler still when they have little else to look forward to. They got back to their feet with a stern look from Havoc. Havoc followed the great thunderbird as it walked into the structure. A group of chromatics stood on roosts set into the walls of the cloud structure. They surrounded the group who walked to the center of the room. They did not have to move due to the positioning of their roosts, standing guard near the base of the walls were chromatics wearing armor of titanium. Havoc was awed by this, he wondered how giant birds could do that when he remembered that magic can be used as an explanation for almost anything. At least that’s what he assumed.

“YOU HAVE SLAUGHTERED A BATTLE FLOCK. THE SURVIVORS INFORMED US THAT YOU HAD LITTLE TROUBLE DOING SO. THEY ALSO SAID THAT YOU MADE USE OF POWERFUL MAGIC TO DO SO, WE KNOW THAT YOU CAN LIKELY WIPE US OUT.” A particularly big chromatic admitted.

“WE WOULD LIKE TO DISCUSS OUR SURRENDER AND ASK THAT YOU NOT ANNIHILATE US.” He continued.

“Good.” Havoc said with a grin. He was trying to fight off his panic at the sight of all these rainbows.

“I will not be staying as I have too much to do. I want a fortress for my favored tribe of lightning lizards and I want it to be big. I also want it built into this mountain your city surrounds. You will treat them well, eventually Equestria will be sending a team to take care of the details involved in the assimilation of your nation. Don’t worry, Equestria takes good care of its people. Now then, before all in this room I have some rules for the lizards.”

The lizards perked up.

“This tribe of yours Great Skies, what’s it named?”

“We are the Blood Swords lord.” He answered from his kneel by Havoc’s side.

“Ahh, good name. The Blood Swords shall be my praetorian force. They shall be the first inhabitants of the now named Bloodstorm fortress city. The tribes that were more successful shall bring them tributes of food and eggs or children to be molded into warriors. They will also be expected to answer the Blood Swords if they call for soldiers. The less successful tribes shall be made servants to the Blood Swords. They will also be the workforce, I’m sure you’ll figure out what that means. Understand that the Blood Swords are to be the manifestation of my will in Stormica and among all lightning lizards.” With that statement he had in essence made the Blood Swords tribe the masters of the Stormican lightning lizards and possibly all of Stormica. The Blood Swords were so surprised they just stood stiffly. They were to be the living manifestation of His will? The Blood Swords, and the two tribes they had conquered, had already elevated Havoc to the status of a god in their minds. Soon they would literally make a religion from this, eventually it would be considered blasphemy for any but a Blood Sword to say his name aloud. The Blood Swords would become a tribe of warrior priests and would not take more armor until they acquired unicorns to make it, and then they would fight for the right to wear the armor made by Havoc. Such things would eventually become holy relics to be cherished. Havoc then asked a favor of Twilight.

“Hey Twilight, could you put my cutie mark on their armor? I’m going to ask you to do so once I’ve turned the Blood Swords tribe’s armor into pure titanium.” He had learned the transmutation spell from Eldritch when he was training in the use of magic. With a swift glow the armor of the Blood Swords was converted into something both lighter and stronger than steel. He scanned Twilight as she put his mark on their shields and the chest plates of their cuirasses. The infantry had cuirasses of a new design, new to Havoc. He permanently linked them at the bottom inner edge and had them clamped on at the shoulders. From Twilight he learned how to cast the spell to put his mark on the armor. He then turned his gaze to the Col kneeling by his side.

“Col, I am going to give you my knowledge of tactics as well as my tactical creativity. This will hurt like nothing you have ever felt. I expect you to still be alive when I eventually come back. Do not fail me Great Skies, now brace yourself.” Havoc said.

Great Skies tensed. Havoc gripped his mind and began to pour knowledge inside, Great Skies cried and whimpered but did not scream. Havoc didn’t just give him his tactical knowledge, he also gave him his knowledge of fighting in general as a supplement to his own skills. Havoc had a nearly random but flowing fighting style. He did not have a named approach to combat he simply made it up as he went along. This served him well in many a fight. He also gave him his knowledge of construction, the legions were expected to build at times. From fortifications to housing, they were taught much as a result. The Col shook as he gained the knowledge of Havoc’s truest talent: warfare. The Colonel continued to shake long after Havoc had stopped the flow. The things he now knew made him a paragon of a commander. He would never lose a battle after this.

“Th-th-thank-k y-y-you l-lord-d-d-d-d-d-.” He said as he continued to feel the cold pain of Havoc’s knowledge.

“You have earned it Great Skies.” Havoc said warmly as he patted him on the head.

“Now let us descend, there is much to do as you know.” Havoc said, he went on to imbue the chieftain with a sample of the vast energy he generated. As they descended Great Skies was fueled with his lord’s magic, his lord transformed it into pure life energy. It would enhance his lifespan considerably. He would remain lord of the Lightning lizards for a very, very, very, very long time. Many millennia would have to pass before he could die. Havoc had secured a very loyal, very useful, lasting ally in doing this.

They made their arrangements and left for Coltistan to the North.

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Time: 7:07 A.M. 75 days 7 hours 4 minutes since savior spell
Location: Coltistan, Dead Spears land
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Havoc scanned the area carefully for any sign of life. He had barely seen anything since arriving in this cursed desert. Everything that lived here was, unfortunately, smart enough to make itself scarce by the time his gaze turned to them. He had only noticed a tribe of goats because he smelled them, they reeked of fear. Everything reeked of fear, except where there was no life. However he saw and smelled death. Dead tanks that clearly ran on solid or liquid fuel burned low across a field strewn with dead dogs, the stench of smoke hung in the air alongside the scent of blood and stink of decay. He spotted a small fox rip a chunk from inside of a dog before running off. Everything knew to avoid the bloody giant with the transport mounted.

He saw a flicker below him and turned his head to it immediately. He could smell fear, but he couldn’t see the source. Then something immediately became visible. It was covered in places in flexsteel grey, others white, and others still midnight blue. It waved at him with a metal covered hoof and he descended to it.

“That looks like an E.N.G. commando! And a big one at that!” Twilight exclaimed. Havoc did not know that Equestria had commandos.

“Commando huh?” He wondered aloud. When he came close to the ground he flared his wings one final time before furling them and slamming into the ground and throwing up sand and possibly dust with the combination of his impact and the wind he had generated with that final flap.

The commando looked up at him for a few moments before hesitantly removing his helmet with a twist of a knob on the left side of his helmet. He revealed a head that was blood red with a mane that was patterned yellow and black. It was familiar for some reason, not the colors. The pattern, he felt he’d seen it somewhere but couldn’t place it. The stallion’s eyes were neon yellow and seemed to glow.

“You are Havoc yes?” He asked in a deep voice, his opened mouth revealed teeth shaped like those of a dragon.

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Corrosive Dash looked up at Havoc and felt his mouth dry slightly. They were not exaggerating his size. He suspected Havoc literally weighed over a ton. Havoc’s hooves were the size of dinner plates and had edges that looked to be as sharp as daggers. His eyes were slitted like a dragons and they were dark red too. His mane looked like some sort of evil mist and he subconsciously moved away to avoid it. When Havoc smiled he saw massive teeth like blades, more accurately like dragon teeth. Havoc’s thick fur was currently matted with freaky slightly glowing blood and he had numerous scars that were barely visible through it. He stank of burned meat, burned hair, blood, sweat, and lust.

He immediately disliked the E.N.G. commander for pulling his forces out.

“We suspect that we know who made that sonic rainboom, and we doubt it’s Rainbow Dash. We only know of three creatures with the potential to do that and two of them are nearly impossible from that direction. We’re pulling out.” The captain had said as his forces mounted their steam billowing tanks and air transports. The infantry were travelling by zeppelins that had recently arrived. The tanks would be stored in the holds of the larger ones soon. The tanks were massive machines that were fueled primarily by unicorn magic, three unicorns per tank were a very mobile power source. They kept their gears internal, the only external parts were the steam stacks sticking out of the rear and some of the treads moving mechanisms.

“What could be so bad that you’d pull your entire brigade out?” Corrosive Dash had asked.

“Havoc. He’s supposed to be some sort of war god, and borderline mad. He eats ponies. Or so Blueblood’s reports say. We don’t want to risk being in the same country as him let alone share a battlefield. I think Blueblood got lucky, and ponies say he was changed from his experience with Havoc. Always watching his back, he seemed on edge. He was apparently extremely paranoid at the meeting. ‘Course I wasn’t present, all the same.”

“Crap.” Corrosive Dash had said as the brigadier mounted his tank and rode off.

Oh how he hated that brigadier now. Havoc was staring down at him and he felt itchy beneath his scales and mane. Corrosive Dash was by no means a coward, however living in the deep Everfree taught you when to recognize danger and he was getting all kinds of red flags from Havoc. Besides, his pony side instinctively feared this blood drenched monster.

“Thats right little colt. Now who are you to be asking this?” Havoc’s voice was deep. Very deep, made him feel small just hearing it.

“Names Corrosive Dash, brother of Rainbow Dash. I’ve been sent to help you out with your impossible quest.” He said somewhat nervously.

Havoc’s jaw hung.

“Since when did that rainbow maned, skull busting, b**** have a brother?” Corrosive didn’t like the way he talked about his sister.

“Hey you take that back!” He yelled.

“OR what? You gonna bite me little pony? If that’s the way you wanna go about this, I can bite too. Or I could just kick you back to Equestria, can’t guarantee you’ll survive though.” Havoc said with a violent grin.

Corrosive narrowed his eyes a this but wisely held his tongue. He did not doubt that this stallion who scared off a full E.N.G. brigade could do exactly that. The the ring on his horn startled him, the psycho was married?! Wait, there’s something off about it. It, somehow looked wrong. Like it was, angry or something. Hm, must be the collar they mentioned. He pulled away, he would have his revenge later. Right now he needed to focus on working together with this monster so he could have his sister again.

“Thought so.” Havoc said smugly, Corrosive noted his eyes seemed to glow. They hadn’t glowed before.

“You’re looking for zebra and dogs right?” Corrosive said with a snort.

“Zebra and dogs?”

“Earth hounds, whatever. You’re trying to find them so you can conquer them, correct?”

“Well if they live here, yeah.”

“I can show you to the local tribe lands, as well as the dog claimed territory.”

“Let’s do this ally.” Havoc said with a grin. Corrosive developed a small smile on his face. He was finally making headway. He pulled on his helmet and sealed the gears with a twist of a knob and activated the air conditioner, cool air blasted him. Comforting in this desert heat. He wondered how Havoc handled with his distinct coloration.

“This way.” Corrosive said, his voice slightly altered by the speakers and filtration system. He started to walk off and noticed Havoc staring at him with something like envy. Why would he envy him? Likely the armor, he probably knew it had air conditioning and wished he was in a nice cool suit instead of burning up in the hot sun. Corrosive took flight and Havoc followed effortlessly. Havoc’s wings were massive. Draconic in proportion too. They made good time as they traveled to the Blood Spears camp. Zebra’s hefted guns similar to AK 47s, here they were a creation of Ursan’s Soviet Union. The same one which inspired Joseph Stallion when he created Stalliongrad and the ponies Soviet Union in emulation of its values. Of course the pony Soviet Union was wiped out long ago by Equestrian forces. Still, communists lingered and waited in Stalliongrad. Biding their time to avenge their ancestors and overthrow the capitalist monarchy for liberating and equalizing communism, that was the way they thought.

“Here friends!! Here!!” Yelled a zebra wearing a turban and red robes. He gestured at them with an Equestrian flag. He smiled as they alighted by his side.

“So they have sent another supersoldier our way, eh? He must be good for that army to just leave like that.” He said optimistically. The howdah detached and floated away and Corrosive took a few steps back. He could see the grin on Havoc’s face when he leaned down and whispered something into the chieftain’s left ear. Whatever he said must have been bad because his face fell immediately. He looked up at Havoc sadly, Havoc raised a hoof and brought it down on a nearby boulder that had been dragged into place as cover. The boulder shattered beneath the blow and the zebras gaped at him. The zebra stallion looked like he was on the verge of standing up for himself when one of his wives with her two sons came trotting up to him. He looked from them to Havoc, and saw the hunger in the big stallion’s eyes.

“Alright. We surrender, just keep your promise.” The stallion said finally.

“Alright! Lets get a move on. Who’s next.” It was that fast? Whatever, they went on to repeat this process of proposal and intimidation. From time to time Havoc would kill some zebra and when they came upon the goats Corrosive had a front row view of his flesh eating habits. He shuddered upon seeing this and almost puked at the stench of burning flesh and hair. That was probably why Havoc had reeked of it when he first met him. Eventually they came to the outskirts of earth hound territory. Corrosive gestured at the walls.

The dogs had retreated to their major city after the catastrophic battle. They refused to leave and Corrosive suspected they were digging deep in an attempt to get out while they could. Havoc flew over the walls and Corrosive followed after shedding his valuable armor and politely giving it to the purple mare, the dragon didn’t seem to like him for some reason. He heard a sound as the dragon and the purple unicorn hopped out. He looked at them with a raised eye ridge and the purple mare gestured to the dragon. He shrugged as he followed Havoc, he already heard gunfire as heavy diamond dog guns were unloaded at Havoc. He landed on the wall and turned to a dog, dogs were big and always seemed to freak out when somepony was near their size or worse still bigger. The dog ignored him as it stood fully erect on its powerful hind legs. Ponies liked to describe dogs as having weak legs and huge arms and hands. While they did have big hands they also had powerful legs, they couldn’t stand if they didn’t. While they did like to walk in a way that put most of the weight on their big front paws they still needed their back legs for digging and standing bipedally.

As a wailing alarm sounded Corrosive lunged at the distracted dog in a blur of motion and bit through his ironclad head with a single bite. The dog stopped shooting, it wasn’t like his bullets did anything anyway. They bounced off Havoc’s hide without any visible effect. Corrosive spat out the chunks of skull and brain before leaping at another dog, hooves first. He smashed the dumb brutes skull. He went on the kick another in the ribs which shattered them before the dogs noticed him. They turned their guns on him in hope of greater success than they’d had with Havoc. Unfortunately Corrosive Dash had scales like a dragon and it would take a long time for them to punch through it with guns like those. He leaped into the sky and flew high before swooping down in an arc of death. His hooves ploughed through multiple skulls and chests as he swooped along the top of the wall. Blood sprayed to little effect over his blood red scales. He landed with a crunch on a dog and it struggled feebly against him. He rose a hoof and smashed it down upon his enemies head. He might have felt bad for doing what he did if he didn’t know the earth hounds were fond of eating flesh and making slaves of ponies.

He looked to the holes in the earth where they made their homes and dived in one, blindly. He found a dog was rushing up to the fight and smashed him aside with a hoof. The dog died without reaching the surface. He heard the gunfire above and kept going. He followed the trail of dogs rushing to the surface and found the leader cast. Odd hybrids of what appeared to be dragon and dog they glared at him with their vertical pupils. The king or noble, whatever dogs called them approached him with a sword held in his grey paw. His eyes were solid green around his largish pupils, unlike the yellow that surrounded the much smaller pupils of his subordinates, or the white that surround the round black pupils of the average dog. His spiked, club like, tail lashed angrily behind him as he approached.

“YOU, bad pony! You kill my soldiers and you bring that monster to our land! I will kill you myself for this!” He said before lunging at him with his great curved scimitar. Corrosive dodged and kicked the dog in the chest, which was protected by a cuirass of steel. The dog grunted with the impact but miraculously survived. Apparently the dragon blood made them tough. The dog flattened out the jagged armor with his free paw and took another swing at him. Corrosive dodged into another dog, who roughly shoved him back towards the boss. He noticed a ring of the grinning yellow eyed alphas surrounded them, with the occasional green eye mixed in. Most of the yellow eyes were huge and grey, bigger than the regular dogs even. They actually made the regular dogs look small and weak. A few were smaller and light brown, they were puny even to ponies. He didn’t know what they did but they were clearly important. The boss dog was dark grey, not the brownish grey of the average hound. While he was smaller than the regular dogs he was still bigger than the average stallion.

Corrosive Dash punched out at his shoulder and the dog accepted the hit and swung his scimitar at him. The sword was embedded in the tough scales and Corrosive kicked the dog away. He looked at the blade angrily before leaping at the dog. The dog caught him with one hand and quickly pulled his sword free despite being kicked by his larger opponent. The dog kicked him off and attempted to skewer him. The sword’s tip scraped off, leaving a deep gouge along his shoulder. The dog smacked him aside and took an overhead swing. Corrosive grinned and puffed out his chest and the sword stopped. The dog whipped it up and out, pulling Corrosive up in the process. Corrosive smiled at the angry dog. The dog took a swing and it was temporarily embedded in Corrosive’s shoulder, Corrosive ignored it and bucked him in the chest with his front hooves. The dog was slammed into his boys and was helped up.

The dog leaped at him and grabbed his sword. He then kicked free of Corrosive and Corrosive got a kick in. The dog ripped off his shredded cuirass and held his sword before him. His eyes narrowed and he came at Corrosive with a left swing of his sword. The sword finally broke against him and Corrosive lunged at him with lightning reflexes, the dog slapped himself away. He looked at his broken sword and tossed it aside. He flicked a clawed finger at him and Corrosive leaped at him hooves first. The dog caught him and swung him up, Corrosive countered by thrusting his rear hooves down at his head. The dog dropped for a moment and Corrosive waited for him to get up. He looked at Corrosive and glared. He looked to the entry tunnel with interest before glancing back to Corrosive with a grin. He grabbed up his broken scimitar and tossed it from paw to paw.

“You are out of luck pony. Something worse than half breeds like us comes.” He smiled as he said this. Then he threw his scimitar at Corrosive who smashed it underhoof. The dog leaped at him and Corrosive caught the dog this time, the rest of the dogs were scattering for some reason. Then he saw the wave of green fire coming down the tunnel and gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly as it washed over him. The lucky boss dog was shielded by his scales. Corrosive hissed as it ended and he heard a sliding noise from the tunnel. He turned to see a very angry looking purple dragon with an unconscious unicorn slung over his right shoulder. The dragon’s eyes glowed solid green with rage and he punched a hole in a nearby metal table.

“RRRRRRrrrrrraaaaaaaaaghhhhhh!” Spike roared. He held up a hand and incinerated a lagging alpha dog with his magic fire. Corrosive didn’t know dragons could do that. He also didn’t know why a dragon would feel the need to wear armor. He stomped towards them leaving burning craters shaped like his feet with every step. Corrosive threw the dog at him and he simply grabbed it with his free hand and slammed it into the floor before throwing it up the tunnel he came from. He went on to grab Corrosive with TK and sling the purple mare across his back.

“Get her back to Havoc safely.” He snarled before continuing his hunt. Corrosive pondered the importance of the mare before shrugging and going after the alpha. He found him hopping and trying to find a way out of the scorched tunnel, he grabbed Corrosive with a whimper and Corrosive looked at him incredulously.

“Like I said, is worse than half breeds like us pony.” Corrosive shrugged and flew from the tunnel. He heard the dog sigh as he got out of the oppressive heat of the tunnels. He shook the dog off and suddenly realised it was rather dark up here. He slowly looked up and saw Havoc staring down at them, wings flared wide. The dog looked up at Havoc with a whimper, he understood why. Havoc had a fresh coat of blood and was emitting smoke from where bullets had burned his fur. He watched as a scrap of metal fell from his salivating jaws before looking around to see the fortifications above the city in ruin. Everything was destroyed to some extent, holes punched through bunkers, melted tanks, crushed and torn bodies were scattered haphazardly, the walls were jagged. He saw a pup with a broken neck, that was all that was left of it below its head. Corrosive looked at Havoc’s great smile and saw a tiny tail hanging from between his teeth. Even the dogs he had seen living out in the Everfree weren’t this bad, sure they made slaves of ponies when they could, sure they’d gone after him, sure they ate the ponies who could no longer work, but they didn’t do anything like this. Havoc licked it off and spoke.

“I presume you are the leader of the dogs?” He asked and Corrosive felt his hair stand on end. It was just as bad as when hungry dragons moved through, or like when the Ursa Major lumbered through his patch of the woods.

“Yes...” The dog said in his fear daze

“You surrender yes?” Havoc asked and leaned his head close to the dogs, directing his basilisk like stare directly into the dog’s eyes. He smelled the stench of feces and urine strengthen and knew the alpha diamond dog had simultaneously crapped and pissed himself.

“Ye-yes...” He said dully.

“Good. Why are you carrying one of my favorite ponies over your shoulder Corrosive?”

“The dragon dumped her on me like this, just before going after more dogs. She a friend of yours?” Corrosive Dash calmly answered.

“You could say that.” Havoc said as he leaned over and grasped her with his mouth. He must be being incredibly gentle to not hurt her with teeth like that, Corrosive thought. He watched as Havoc placed her between his shoulders like a child before licking the sweat off and soot off her. Corrosive felt his face moving as he took on a disgusted look upon seeing this, he thought only dragons had tongues like that. He certainly didn’t. Havoc nuzzled her side before turning to look at Corrosive Dash.

“Good work Corrosive, now we just have to wait for Spike to return.

Four hours later,

Spike emerged from the tunnel covered in ash that was stained with blood. He had clearly been very busy. What made him snap we may never know. We did learn that Spike could have a bit of a temper when aggravated. All he said was that he was reminded of something in the past, something he really didn’t like.

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Time: 2:30 P.M. 75 days 14 hours 30 minutes since savior spell
Location: Steel Forest, Iconoclast territory
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Havoc swooped down below the tree line, he smashed through branches and leaves on his way down. He landed with a thump on a path he had seen before he came upon the forest. The trees had grey bark and the leaves were pale green. They didn’t match the Everfree trees for size but they were big all the same. He could feel the forest dwellers watching him, Twilight had woken up an hour ago and hugged Spike on sight. He didn’t know what happened but it must have been bad. She didn’t even seem a little disturbed when he turned an eye on her. She just hugged his head and cried some more. It was freaky. Corrosive was just behind him, breaking through the treetops as he came down. He had ridden Havoc’s slipstream and seemed impressed by it. Most were. Now he followed from the air as Havoc walked down the path. He barely fit the road.

He smelled something strong as he went along, something he didn’t recognize. He wasn’t worried in the slightest. Not until the ponies started to get wary. Something about the smell was making them nervous and they were constantly watching all sides. Whatever it was scared them. And it scared them badly. Liber was pressed against his side for safety, he was enjoying this.

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He observed the motley group from the shadows, making sure to avoid the gazes of the horned ones. He knew they saw the glow as well as he. He found his eyes wandering to the rear ends of the smaller females. Oh what he would like to do to them. He noticed they were heading straight for the local Ursa Major's lair. Bad idea, very very bad indeed. He had to stop them. Perhaps that explained the anxiety they displayed.

He crept forwards through the darkness, leaping from tree to tree with agility born of over five decades spent in the wild. As he reached a tree that practically overhung the path they tread he released the sheath of personal shadow he had made when he got in range. The big one smelled him he sensed. He saw how his nostrils kept flaring as he inhaled. He had to act soon before he reacted badly to the scent of unwashed wolf. He prepared his powerful legs to brace him for the impact with the ground from his lofty position just below the canopy.

Leaping ahead of the group he said in a loud whisper, “Stop! Its not safe this way!”

The unicorn mare immediately grasped him in her magic while the big one she rode grinned. He had never seen teeth like that on an equine in his life. Well there was that one Diomedan but that one was a murderer and he had a hungry look to him, so he had avoided that deathtrap. This one's teeth were much bigger than that ones, in fact he was the biggest horse type being he had ever seen. He got a closer view when the mare brought him close for inspection and he didn't like the closeness of those massive blades. The mare's wonderful scent, of course, made it worth it.

“Who are you? You're an albino, and you have horns! Albino's haven't been seen in generations! They only came from what has become Iconoclast territory and they hate magic.” The mare said with what sounded like strained awe.

“Just an outcast.” He said in a dreamy voice. He was enjoying this somewhat. Sure there was a killing machine right next to him but he was certain that one had little to do with the mare before him. Certainly he could woo her with his rugged handsomeness, mares liked scars right?

“Well why are you warning us?” She asked curiously.

“Your heading for an Ursa Major's den.”

She froze up while the big one grinned harder.

“An Ursa Major?”

“Yeah, I hang out here a lot so I learned all about it. It doesn't scare me though. I'm too tough.” He said with a sharp toothed grin.

“It lives here and you still come here?!” She sounded horrified. Not what he was going for at all.

“Major huh? I like the sound of that. Twilight, release the strange horned wolf. I think he'll be useful.” The big one said.

Thrash grinned just before a bolt flew past him to bounce off the big one's neck. What the heck? He turned his head as he dropped and saw metal and what looked like sleek coated wolves. Big ones. He snarled, baring his teeth. F****** bounty hunters! He'd been on the run since his family was wiped out as a result of Iconoclast magic phobia. A memory of armored soldiers and blood dripping from his body flashed through his mind. He felt his hackles rise and the innumerable scars that patterned his body stood out against his raised fur. The three slash marks going down the left side of his snout, it ran down mostly vertically and decorated both jaws, burned with phantom pain.

He howled and charged in a zig zagging manner. He was angry but not stupid. One rose from his four legged bound mid-leap and pulled a long sword from its sheath on his hip. He bore a savage grin as he swung it down at him, Thrash leaped aside and roared. With the roar he unleashed a wave of cold that burned the Iconoclast in his metal armor through his thin fur.

"Reeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarggh!" The bigger wolf screamed as he leaped forwards and began tearing at his armor. His companions didn't waste time looking at him. One leaped off him as he writhed, spear readied. The wolf never had a chance. Thrash grabbed him with TK and slammed into onto the spear of a more cautious comrade who had jabbed at him from a distance. A bark was heard and five bolts flew at Thrash, who slipped under them and leaped into cover behind a tree. He cloaked himself in darkness and crept from his position before a wolf came around sword first. He embedded his blade near where he had been lying mere moments ago. Thrash waited for the others to come charging around to find him.

As he saw a caped wolf come around with the crossbow wolves he focused his mind. He felt the cold deep in his chest, he felt it in his brain, his horns even felt frigid. He released the cloak and stood bipedally, glaring at the alpha who grinned menacingly. The crossbow wolves raised their loaded weapons as three other wolves, one armed with a spear and two with swords, approached from behind. Some of the crossbow wolves sneered hatefully under their helms while others bore bloodthirsty grins. The alpha wolf raised a rifle at him, it had a bayonet slung underneath.

"I will make so much money for this." He said through his grin. Thrash sneered and froze the world. The wolves didn't even get to blink. They still glared at him from their positions. He walked up to the alpha and smashed his head off with a leaping swing, normal wolves towered over him. Iconoclast wolves were bigger still. He stalked out of the circle of death to see the big one grinning at him.

"I think we have a new team-mate." Havoc said and his eyes glowed.

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Impressive, thought Corrosive Dash as he watched the wolf at work. Those wolves were over three times his size. When he heard Havoc announce the new addition he was rather disturbed. How could Havoc just add creatures to the team like that? The wolf turned its head to look at him and he would almost say it knew he was there.

“Is that one with you?” He asked while pointing right at Corrosive Dash.

“How can you see me?!” Corrosive Dash said as he turned off the stealth field to conserve power.

“I don’t. I can smell the magic, see a faint trace of it in the air, and hear your wing beats. You aren’t as quiet as you think. Not quiet enough to hide from me anyway.”

“Nice, I only knew where he was the first time because I could smell and taste his fear. And yeah, he’s with us.” Havoc commented.

“Hey! You’d be scared too if a giant wolf with glowing red eyes that had a very bad reputation was hovering over you! I don’t even know half of what he does but nearly everything is bad, really bad.”

“What he done that’s so bad?” The albino asked with a sharp toothed grin.

“I... Well first off I recently ate a puppy while it was still alive, before that I turned a thunderbird into paste, before that I incinerated some kind of dinosaur person, before that I stepped on a gryphon chick on purpose, before that I bit pieces off of ponies during battle, and there’s more that I could tell you without even getting to my place of origin. Now there’s where I was really hardcore, then again just about everyone back home is really hardcore. It’s like... like deep psycho there, and true evil man. I have seen some things.” Havoc promptly answered. This was... Just wow. He really hoped there was some kind of indestructible wall built around Havoc’s home. Preferably covered with an equally tough roof.

“Well... That was unexpected, you now scare me big stallion.” The wolf that just took out a team of Iconoclast bounty hunters commented.

“I would be disturbed and offended if you weren’t, if not openly then on some mental level I don’t really pay attention too. What’s that part of the mind that tells you when you did something bad called?”

“Your conscience?” The wolf guessed.

“Is that what that is? So that’s what Luna was going on about after that situation with the pink one... Well, I’ve never actually felt bad about anything I’ve ever done. Except when it hurt me or cost me success.” Havoc said with a grimace. Corrosive did not want to know what made him grimace. He thought of the three pony towns they had passed over before they came upon this forest. Twilight had told them the towns were carefully place between the borders of Coltistan and Magicka Odium, home of the Iconoclast. Apparently the Equestrians didn’t actually know what the wolves called it because they had a thing against magic, as such they named it as they saw fit.

“So about that bear?” Havoc continued.

“What about the giant?” The wolf asked.

“Where is it? I want to mark it for the future, I have something in mind for that bear.” Havoc answered with a sharp toothed smile.

“Ahh yes, that would be.” He pointed off the path and to their right. He began to silently walk off in that direction, taking to all fours. How he walked across the leaf litter without making a sound was something Corrosive would love to know. Havoc followed the wolf from the air, the quarters were tight however so he had to lunge from space to space with his wings closed. The trees became less dense as they followed the little wolf covered in scars. He moved like a shadow across the forest floor, always quiet, always slung low. They eventually came to a great chasm in the earth. This was a rough edged hole in the forest where trees refused to grow. The size of it made it hard to believe that it was dug out, yet the gouges on the sides suggested just that. Truly this was a giant of a beast and the group wondered what it fed on in this forest. Such a big animal surely ate a lot of food.

Twilight, however, knew that Ursa Majors fed on megafauna, magic, foliage, and minerals found in dirt. They required such a diet to fuel their huge frames. Ursa Minors could not feed on magic directly, nor could they get nutrition they vitally needed by eating dirt. They got it from their mother’s milk. Unlike the others, aside from Twilight, Thrash knew what the Ursa Major ate. He also knew its habits overall, he had even seen an Ursa Minor once. From this he knew that it fed only on mothers milk along with meat from her kills.

Corrosive noted Twilight was taking notes and pulled out his own map from its place in the trunk of the vehicle. He held it before her and she nodded before marking their position on the map. The group left in silence, not willing to awaken the beast from its slumber. Havoc took up his position on the path and Thrash moved behind them like a shadow. Corrosive noted that the wolf whose name he did not know did not make much noise at all, he certainly wasn’t talking. He did grin when he noted the one he had learned was named Liber rubbing against Havoc. He wondered where the female had been found, possibly the same place where they’d dug up Havoc.

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Liber cringed subconsciously and moved up against Havoc as close as she could. She didn’t like the smell of the Ursa Major, she feared it on a primal level, it scared her like Havoc. She felt eyes on her and cursed her ancestors for dying out like they had. Now she had to be here with this psycho who had a taste for fear. The same psycho that had beaten her nearly to death by chance. If she’d known combat magic it would have been an even fight, instead she’d nearly died by his hooves. She looked back to the wolf, she’d moved to help him but Havoc’s leg had blocked her and she’d obeyed. She would never lose the instinctive fear she felt for him. She hated the way she was warmed internally just by being near him.

The wolf met her eyes and maintained his smile. She looked over his scarred form and wondered what had happened to him. Suddenly she realized they didn’t even know his name. She stopped and Havoc reacted, halting simultaneously and looking around frantically. She spun to face the wolf who calmly stood his ground.

“I’m sorry, I don’t recall learning your name mister wolf.” She said with a nervous smile, she was still uncomfortable with the stink of Ursa.

“Oh, well I was named Thrash.” He said simply.

“Thrash? That’s an interesting name.”

“You’d never guess how I got it.” Thrash said.

They resumed their journey, Havoc set the pace so they moved quickly. The wolf never lagged behind, he was pretty quick for such a little fellow.

“Wolf, you seem to know this area well. Would you happen to know of the Iconoclast towns, cities, citadels, and perhaps the center of government? Equestrians only know of the border.” Havoc asked while slowing down. She smelled the scent of wolf growing stronger as did he.

“If we follow this road we should come upon Rockwell. There a reason we’re heading this way?” Thrash responded.

“I am on a crusade of sorts. You see... I have to accomplish a number of tasks or I will be enslaved. One of these tasks is to conquer eight nations. I believe I am down to... Three now. Shoot that’s fast! I wasn’t even aware of that until just now! Hah, take that Rex ya bastard!”

“Why do you have to do that now?” The wolf asked cautiously.

“Well, if I accomplish this task along with the others I will get quite the reward. Heh heh, I expect your aid in the final test as well. I’ll tell you when it comes up don’t worry. So the point is, I have to accomplish this crusade as well as the other tasks or I’ll lose my freedom and all my rights. So now I’m going for this place. What’s it named again?”

“Ponies call it Magicka Odium, would you like to tell us its true name Thrash?” Twilight entered.

“It won’t matter soon enough, these f****** are going down.” He said darkly and his smile became menacing. He seemed to hold a grudge against his people.

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“Tartarus yes!” Thrash thought. “They are so f***** now. They’ll regret making me an enemy. I will avenge you mom, dad, siblings. Even you little sister, though you are the one who ratted me out to them. I will bring the full force of that monster down on them. See how they like running and hiding all the time. They won’t last a month out here.”

“Let me be the first to thank you...?”

“I am Havoc, chosen champion of the dual high princesses of Equestria. This purple mare is Twilight Sparkle, protege of Celestia. The dragon is Spike, Twilight here hatched him with her magic when she was just a filly. The blue mare is Pyropsyche, she’s a second phase phoenician. This yellow mare is Lovestain, she’s a first phase phoenician. The zebragus here is Scorch in his language. The protocorn is Liber Havoc, she’s named because I bested her and made her tameable. The dragon pony over there is Corrosive Dash, he’s the brother of Rainbow Dash apparently. Hey are you the older sibling or the younger one?” Havoc introduced.

“I’m two years older than her.” Corrosive Dash answered.

“Ahh, so how old are you anyway?” Havoc asked.

“I’m... I don’t remember. I’ve been out in the Everfree so long I lost count of how many years went by. I remember. I remember I was eleven when I was abandoned.” Well that was interesting, he was abandoned in some place known as Everfree? Why did Liber, Havoc, and Spike was it, seem to be surprised at this.

“THE Everfree forest?” Havoc asked in awe. So Everfree was a forest.

“Yes the very one.”

“Who would do that? The Everfree is like the Necro City of ponies.” Havoc exclaimed. What was Necro City? Twilight shuddered at the mention of it. Wherever Necro City was must be scary.

“In a sense... But the Everfree is nothing compared to that nightmare.” Twilight said and shuddered again, Thrash loved seeing her shake like that. It gave her mane a certain messiness that he found very provocative.

“Yes, now I don’t like to talk about it. So can we get back to whatever you were talking about before. Time is wasting.” Corrosive said tersely.

“Fine. So as I was saying... Right! I’m intend to take this land and bring it under the mighty hoof of Equestria! I’m certain there’s something of value here, and it will belong to Equestria soon. I will need your guidance however, Thrash. I like that name.” Havoc ended with a toothy grin. Why so much grinning?

“What is this reward you’ll be receiving? It must be good to risk yourself like this.” Thrash inquired.

“Meh, I’d probably do this stuff eventually. Now however, I’m sort of timed. The reward is... The reward is... Come close wolf, I wish to whisper it directly into your ear.” Havoc said and looked around in a paranoid fashion. Thrash approached and got beside his left shoulder, his right side was mostly occupied by Liber.

Havoc lowered his head and placed his muzzle right next to Thrash’s ear and whispered, “My reward is to get all four hundred of Rex’s beautiful daughters as my mates. The punishment is actually quite similar, if I fail I’ll be chained and become Rex’s royal stud. Apparently this means I’d have to service his daughters at his, theirs, and the Forties decree.” Thrash stopped moving at this and his ears pointed straight up.

“And they’re all alicorns and since they’re not claimed I assume they haven’t felt a stallion’s touch in a while. I don’t know if I’ll ever leave the bed, that is, if I even make it to a bed before they jump me.” Thrash felt warm, very warm. He fell on his side twitching as the thought of that hit him full on. Havoc looked alarmed at this. Thrash now understood what would make him take on a quest that threatened to take away his freedom. Even if he fails he wins. So many mares...

Thrash jumped up. Four hundred. Four hundred mares, all ready to go. Four hundred. If Havoc got four hundred for going on this quest he was certain he must have some sort of seriously good mojo going, super mojo. Perhaps some of that would rub off on him. Maybe Havoc had negotiated that or something. Whatever it was he was going to stay ‘till he picked up on that. Four hundred. Four hundred went beyond his wildest fantasies, with four hundred he wouldn’t have time to pleasure himself. Four hundred.

“So if you follow this road we’ll be in Rockwell in about five minutes at your previous pace. Follow me and I can lead you straight to the capital, I know a shortcut that’ll cut the roadtrip by thirty miles at least. It’ll go even faster if you put those big wings of yours to work. I’ll lead on!” Thrash began to lope ahead, Havoc grinned and matched his pace with ease. Havoc’s great legs gave him a greater stride than any stallion alive.

“Hey Havoc! You mind teaching me how to do that?” Thrash asked eagerly.

“Do what?” He replied.

“You don’t strike me as the type but you are obviously good at scoring mares.”

“Well I did get with a number of females before I took a two month long nap.” Havoc mused.

“Why’d you take a two month nap?” Thrash asked, his mind brimming with curiosity.

“Well I was about to kill the only known protocorn in existence so Celestia hit me with a sleep spell. It was a rather powerful one.” He answered. Well that was surprising but he probably had a good reason.

“I see, so seriously now. How do you do it?”

“I don’t know. Stuff just happens that way for me. Been that way since... Well, since I entered the princesses’ employ. Early at night after I’d finished my training and we’d put her little sister to bed she practically dragged me into her bedroom and... Well you probably know how that sort of thing goes. That was my first day in her service I think. After that... Well like I said, stuff just happens.”

“Now who’s this Celestia you speak of? I’ve heard of her but don’t really know of her.” Thrash asked.

“Hey Twilight?”

“Yes Havoc?” She responded.

“Can you get this thing off my back? I want to show our packmate something.”

“Sure.” She agreed and magicked off the straps that held the howdah to him and levitated beside them.

“Alright, now don’t react badly to this. I’m working off my training here. Twilight, I want you to judge accuracy.” Havoc said and focused his magic. Thrash watched in interest as his horn glowed black. Then Havoc took on the appearance of a very attractive and tall mare possessed of both wings and a horn. She was white and had a multicolored flowing mane and tail. She wore a gold torc with a purple gem embedded in the center of the chest. She also wore golden horseshoes and a three pronged tiara that also had a purple gem in the middle of the front. Her cutie mark was a yellow sun with curved blades of light coming from it. Her wings flexed, unfurling and furling, going high and low. Thrash almost jumped as conflicting emotions surged to the fore. On one paw this was a very attractive mare, on the other it was in truth Havoc shape shifted into her form.

“So what do you think? Accurate enough Twilight?” Her voice...

“Wow! You did it perfectly! You even got her voice down!” Twilight exclaimed.

“That’s the princess...” Thrash was amazed and despite himself, salivated.

“Yeah, and apparently her three hundred and ninety eight sisters that I haven’t seen are just as attractive. Wanna see Luna? I know two hers, the first was when she was a few months younger, the second is a very recent mental image I received.”

“Why not both?” Thrash said curiously.

“Okay!” Havoc said before taking on the appearance of yet another beautiful mare. This one was tall as well, but not as tall as Celestia. She was dark blue and wore a black torc with a white moon on the front of the chest, she also had glittering shoes of what appeared to be diamond and a black tiara. Her cutie mark was a crescent moon surrounded by inky blackness. Her mane and tail were light blue speckled with white, they resembled stars, this was surrounded by transparent blue. It didn’t look very much like hair in truth. Her wings flexed as they walked, as they had when Havoc took Celestia’s shape..

“This is when she was younger by two months.” Havoc said in her voice. Thrash was amazed by this power.

“Perfect again!” Twilight exclaimed.

“Now onto the recent memory, Spike. Can you get a recent picture of her sent to me?” Havoc went on.

“I’ll try.” Spike answered and pulled out a scroll and began to write on it.

Havoc took on the appearance of a much taller mare that was such a dark blue she was almost black. Her mane and tail were the same only bigger. She looked more mature. And she was naked. Havoc repeated the show with the wings.

“Hm, well it has been a few months since I saw her. Hey Spike, how’s that response coming alo- Woah!” She was startled by the sudden jet of green fire from Spike’s mouth. The response was rather swift. She looked over the images emblazoned on the scroll and blushed.

“Yeah, th-that’s accurate alright.” She said after thoroughly examining them. “Wow she’s growing quickly, she was so much smaller before!”

“Can I see?” Havoc asked after shifting into his natural form. Thrash was curious as well.

“Sure, they’re for you anyway. She left a little note for you on the bottom right hoof side.” Twilight said and relinquished her hold on them as her magic was enveloped in Havoc’s own. Havoc looked and his mouth went slightly agape. Now Thrash was really curious.

“You have got to see these wolf...” He said in a quiet voice. He then held the scroll before Thrash. Thrash, at first, didn’t understand what the fuss was all about. The pictures at the top, they were in two down columns, were just the same mare wearing accessories similar to what she had worn when she was smaller. Then he looked down and started to get it. She started to take on provocative poses and was stripping in some. It finished with her laying on her side with her legs spread and pointed towards the viewer, she was looking out and had a little smirk. She was also winking with her right eye. Below this was a message and to the left of the message was a kiss in pale blue lipstick, or so it appeared. The “lipstick” smelled wonderful, like flowers, cool water, chilly air, and something he couldn’t name but liked all the same.

“What’s the message say?” Havoc asked. Thrash was surprised that he didn’t know but humored him.

“It says: Awaiting your return eagerly. Make sure you come back alive, miss you a lot. Love princess Luna of Equestria. P.S. I’ll be ready for you. You know what that means.” Thrash sure did.

“That’s nice of her.” Havoc said with a small smile. That lucky stallion. He’d slept with at least one of the beautifu-

“Braaap!” Spike went. Another scroll appeared before him.

“Why do they still come from my mouth?” He groaned.

Twilight grasped the scroll and quickly looked through it. Then Spike burped again, another letter was formed. This one too Twilight looked over, and for the second time she blushed.

“The first is for Havoc and his companions, the second one was sent specially to him.”

“What do they say Twilight?” Havoc implored.

“Well the second doesn’t have many words, the first says: Thanks for the territory. We’ll be an even greater superpower in no time. Keep up the good work. Interesting choices by the way.”

“And what’s on the second?” Havoc asked.

“Look for yourself.” She had and sent it at Havoc. Who went on to look at this one similarly to the way he had looked at the one which still tantalized him. Havoc rolled it up and placed it in the hovercraft next to Twilight before passing the second one to Thrash. This... This was excellent. Like the first it started out innocently enough, but then it became... Wonderful. Apparently they were both fond of the one known as Havoc. He envied the stallion, he decided that it was surely mojo that netted him the mares.

“Done?” Havoc asked.

“I’ve looked at it five times over.” Thrash responded.

Havoc proceeded to place the very interesting letter next to where he’d placed the other. One of the others was curious but was not going to risk reaching her hoof out in range of the dragon.

Thrash resumed the former pace and they were upon the town swiftly. He stopped when he saw the twenty foot tall walls around it. The Iconoclast were xenophobic bigots but they were smart about it, and they had taken measures to protect themselves against both outsiders and the inhabitants of the Steel Forest alike. Big animals lived out there and the wolves knew it. Thrash gestured for quiet and interestingly the big one seemed to understand. Thrash cloaked himself in with a shield that bent light around him and glided across the bare field that had been cleared around the town walls a month before their construction. He stole up to the year old wall and pressed his shoulder to it, followed by his right ear, and listened. He heard increased movement from the top through the stone, they had either stepped up the patrols recently or they were under threat. He glanced at the big alicorn thing that reeked of blood and frowned. As predators wolves have a number of excellent senses, smell being the most powerful. They had smelled him a mile off and responded accordingly.

Thrash looked at the stone blocks that made up the wall and grinned, he dug his claws into the thin spaces between them and climbed. He ascended like a living shadow soundlessly. He was glad for the awnings, he switched the light bending field into a light shadow. He retracted his toe claws and padded up behind an ironclad guard. He laughed mentally as he thought of how useful this adaptation was, normally when a wolf walked on stone you hear a clicking noise as his claws tapped the surface he walked on. He shadowed the guard until he reached the gatehouse. The walls were twenty feet tall and seven wide. He entered the gatehouse which was lightly occupied. Five other armored wolves sat at a table playing cards, they were rather focused if the pile of silver and copper coins sitting on the table was any indication.

They were wearing standard Iconoclast guard armor. A shining iron helmet covered the upper jaw nicely and provided rectangular slits for the eyes. The chest was protected by an iron cuirass with the white eye on top of a capital T that was the symbol of the Iconoclast on its front. The forearms were protected by simple bracers, the paws had gauntlets that both protected the wolf’s hands and gave him a much more painful punch. The gauntlets, of course, let the ends of the fingers protrude. The claws were weapons too. The lower leg was protected by greaves and the knees were protected by scalloped poleyns which were attached to iron cuisses. They wielded solid iron spears and wore no shields on their arms.

They were all distracted or bored and this made them easy prey. The dangers of the Steel Forest had made them complacent and they probably just assumed that another big predator was moving nearby. Most lesser animals avoided the walled town. The town indeed had five walls, they built a new one before they expanded into an area. Very clever planning. But not enough. When they turned a corner Thrash waltzed ahead of the guard reached up and stabbed the him down the front of his cuirass. He made sure to hit a major artery and the guard fell into his waiting arms in less than a second, he didn’t even get to scream. Thrash sat him down against the wall and while the light noise might attract others he knew the ones playing wouldn’t bother to investigate. Who could attack them so suddenly from the inside after all?

Thrash went to the other side of the gatehouse and saw no other guards inside, nor were any about to enter. This gave him time. He wiped the blood from his claws on the guards fur underneath the front of the cuirass, so none would notice it. He walked up behind the five playing and peeked at their hands, the one at the back had a full house. Too bad for him.

“The one near the wall has a full house, you should fold.” He whispered like a ghost into one’s ear. The wolf frowned and did just that.

“Argh! I fold, I’m going back down to town to get a drink.” He grumbled, thinking that it was his intuition. Thrash followed him as he went for the staircase and when he was sufficiently low reached down and killed him just like the other guard. He sat him down with his head higher up the stairs than his feet so as to give the illusion of sleep. He wiped his claws off again. He walked back up while listening to the chuckling of the other wolves. Four survived, he would soon reduce that to none.

“Heh, Fang always was a quitter.” One commented.

“Oh you’re just jealous. We all know you wanted that bitch he’s dating.” Another said.

“You shut up about that! If I’d been a minute faster I’d have had her! But no! Fang has to swoop ahead and give her a f****** pony while I’d gone to the trouble of slaying a deer! I almost went to an outsider jail for that, not to mention the deer are so much tougher than the ponies! The buck nearly gored me to death and he slashed me up all the same!” The first snapped.

“Hahaha!” the third laughed.

“You should go after her. Fang is already looking at another and he’s probably getting drunk off his bastard stifles right now.” Thrash whispered into the angry wolf’s ear. He just managed to avoid its twitch, which might have revealed him. The wolf thought it over.

“You know you don’t really have a chance at winning with a hand like that anyway.” Thrash insinuated.

The wolf apparently agreed.

“Screw it! I lose anyway! You can keep the money, may you choke on it.” The angry wolf barked before rising from his seat and stomping down the stairway. The others cackled at their perceived good fortune.

The wolf stepped over his comrade with a snort of laughter. He did not question the lack of breaths until a singular sharp claw slashed his jugular vein. Thrash caught the heavy wolf and set him down just below the other. He padded up the stairway to find the other two were already arguing, he’d heard them and was already getting ready to take advantage of the heightened aggression. His claws were standing ready to impale whoever won the fight he’d start.

“Cheater!” One yelled. Thrash didn’t know if he’d played fairly or not.

“I did not d*******!” The wolf with the full house argued. Stupid paranoid wolves.

“You know he’s lying, there’s no way he’d have won without cheating this time.” Thrash whispered in the accusers ear. The wolf leaped at the winner and they clanged loudly. Thrash reached down and impaled them both silently. They stopped quickly.

He wiped the blood on their chests and walked to the lever that controlled the gate. He pulled it back and the gate rose into the gatehouse, thank the gods for Iconoclast ingenuity and incessant paranoia. It drove them to design a very efficient gate that a single wolf could open with ease. This would make sure that as long as one child lived he could open or close the gate to permit the passage of allies or block the passage of land bound foes. He heard yelling and gathered the frost in his horns. He felt the cold rushing through his veins as the air became misty. He watched as it rapidly spread through the gatehouse from his position. He smiled as the wolf guards ran in to see nothing but rapidly spreading mist and a pair of intertwined corpses. And then the gatehouse was covered in a layer of ice, as were all inhabitants save one. He idly gouged at a wolf’s chest as he walked by.

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Havoc saw the gatehouse turn to ice as he ran under it with his head ducked low. He grinned as the wolves screamed. Perhaps he would kill them all. They sure were fun! They’d actually leaped from the wall that was over six meters tall to face him. Havoc was rather tall, yet they still came at him with spear, sword, and axe. Those that continued to fight from the walls fired semi automatic rifles at him. The bullets bounced off his flesh without doing any damage. He turned an eye to Liber, who ran by his side. Her scales shifted beautifully as she ran. Havoc slammed into a building and its wall broke before him. He turned to face the howling wolves and launched a kick with one foreleg. The first wolf broke. Havoc smiled as they surrounded him. They attacked simultaneously and he laughed at their efforts.

Havoc grabbed one that had grabbed onto his fur with a wing and threw him high into the air and didn’t look to see where he landed. He was pretty sure that one was dead no matter where he fell. Havoc grabbed one that had latched onto his neck with a hoof and swung him into the ground with bone shattering force. He decided to stop thinking of these as legs and consider them arms. They were certainly as functional. He continued to pick them off one at a time, they had naturally gone after the larger and less armored looking monster first. He laughed as he caught Liber pulling one free with her teeth, the wolf screamed as she punctured his armored flesh with her teeth. She swung the wolf into the ground and he stopped his squirming.

Havoc watched as the populace panicked. Some ran for weaponry dropped by dead soldiers, others ran for home, others still ran behind another wall that he just now noticed. He waited as the wolves got ready for another go at him. When they surrounded him he leaped up and smashed his wings against the air, this knocked them down as the rush of air hit them. He proceeded to quickly skewer them while they were still down. This was greatly aided by Liber, who was getting just as bloody as he was. He turned to the next wall and saw it had a coat of frost in one spot. Thrash certainly was a quick one. Havoc charged at a gate as it opened, he could probably smash through the walls just as easily but he didn’t feel like it. Not yet anyway. He ducked and sheared off the spikes at the bottom of the rising gate as he went under it. He laughed as he trampled a line of soldiers that had dug in with their pikes. They alternately screamed and howled as he grabbed them with TK and smashed them into various residences and shops.

He kept running as he saw a column of soldiers heading his way. He ploughed through them like a farmer with a grudge. He left a trail of death as he unleashed fire upon the the wolves he had just run by. He looked up as he heard yelling and Spike smashed through a stone roof as he fell from the sky. He was wondering when he’d come down, he’d tossed him into the air just before he entered the town proper. Now Spike, living wrecking ball, rose from the wreckage like a Tellurian shocktrooper of old. He staggered towards Havoc who grasped him with magic and placed him upon his back. He now had his own Spike saddle accessory and was enjoying it immensely.

“Why would you do that?” He moaned.

“For the hilarity. Where I’m from that’s considered a very funny joke or prank, usually those who it happens to as a prank don’t survive however.”

“Oohhhh.... What’s the difference?”

“Well... When it’s a joke the person gets a warning and thus a chance to save themselves. When it’s a prank they don’t have any time to react. Which results in a higher mortality rate.”

“Your people have a very dark sense of humor.”

“Yes we do. Now get ready to duck, that gate looks sharp.” Havoc said before plunging under the third gate, he neglected to duck and his face and horn scraped a deep furrow through the bottom of the wall they passed under. The sound of metal tearing suggested he’d damaged the gate itself. Havoc cackled as he heard Spike curse Havoc’s ancestors, he couldn’t fault him. Especially when he’d done the same on numerous occasions. Like when he lost his first three toes, or when he’d been stabbed in the left side of his rib cage several times and the knife blade had scraped the bone, or when he’d gotten sick and lost thirty pounds/over thirteen and a half kilograms in two weeks, or every single time he woke up on his birth world. Okay so Havoc cursed his ancestors a lot, they were responsible for his much loathed existence after all.

Havoc saw the town was panicking. They had every right to do just that, a monster of prodigious size had just broken through their well designed defenses with little effort. Havoc knew panic like they couldn’t dream, he’d lived it time after time. Blood hunger, he felt it urging him towards the big hybrid structure that was visible behind the wall. He felt his breathing hasten as his eye locked into the structures general area with a distant look. He saw the ground racing beneath him and he heard yelling somewhere, he barely felt it as multiple buildings broke against his chest. He didn’t know why he went off the main road but he did. The stone wall loomed before him and he smashed through with seemingly no effort, the shards sprayed like so many droplets of water. He heard screaming and felt the spray of blood as he ran something over and gouged something above him with his horn. Didn’t matter because another wall was in the way. He ran on and heard heavy steps and the sound of claws clicking on stone pavement behind him. He heard the rock starting to crack with the impact of his hooves.

The town was just another sea to swim and he powered through the masonry waves easily. More fresh blood stained his form as he charged with intense focus. Soon he was through another then he was upon the structure. It had vast metal girders and stone blocks alike. Bars to protect windows and buttresses and firing ports. He lunged through the locked gate and the sound of metal and stone being torn and cracked filled the air. He walked through and examined the interior through the red haze. He vaguely felt impacts and heard muffled bangs as he stalked forwards but they soon died down. He approached a singular shivering wolf and felt something soft brush against his right arm, he turned an eye to it and saw Thrash. Thrash looked hungry but he would wait his turn. Havoc stomped forward and picked up the armored wolf in his jaws. He went on to savage him, shaking him wildly and loving the taste of blood and metal as well as the screams of the tortured. Then he randomly dropped him before Thrash, still very much alive. Thrash looked up for approval and he tilted his jaw upwards in silent approval. Thrash went to work eagerly.

He tore at him with his claws and teeth, he brutalized him with fist and foot, he froze parts of him and slowly drew out the pain with nearly delicate rakes of his claws. When the big wolf was finally dead he looked thankful for it. Havoc looked around and the wolves nearby bowed low before the alpha. He bit through a soldier’s throat and threw him aside. He spotted Liber looking on from behind a support pillar and stalked up to her. She retreated with speed and he pursued. He felt something familiar.

He pursued her through the wreckage and finally caught her after they’d gotten somewhere deep in the forest, she sure could run. He pounced on her as she crossed behind a waterfall and his hooves gripped her wings and shoulders tightly. He felt the urge burning at him and he felt moisture in a very special area. He looked towards himself to see they were both out, and they’d been soaked by the waterfall. He didn’t really feel himself right now. He saw teeth as he looked down at her and the expression on her face was priceless.

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He gazed down into her eyes for some reason as he adjusted himself. He moved to stand with his chest directly over her and waited for her to rise. She did shakily and watched him warily. She was covered in shades of red like everything else. She pushed him up slightly as her back pressed against him and he adjusted to stand on his feet and spread his wings for balance. He gripped her hips instinctively and she closed her eyes tightly in anticipation of what she knew was coming. He pushed forwards and felt her tail move aside, he then felt her entrances. They were clenched tightly against intrusion, he felt this with his reproductive members.

He did not like being blocked. He moved back and licked at them ’till they stopped barring his passage, he entered each thoroughly with his tongue. It twisted fitfully through her and he felt her clenching and moistening with his ministrations, she squeaked and shuddered frequently. When he was certain she was in no state to keep him out he reared up and gripped her again. He swiftly pushed forwards only to meet resistance. He pushed through in his impatience and she cried out. He pushed as deeply as he could and it felt like her insides were trying to crush him. He enjoyed this however. Liquid warmth surrounded his still painfully throbbing members and he basked in it momentarily before he moved on, guided by base need. His stomach was pressed against her back and he could feel her shivers and winces. She kept flinching and pawing at the ground, making moves to pull away. As he slid close to freedom her eyes opened wide with what looked like painful relief. She tried to pull free but would receive no succor from this. He saw her head twitch to face him and her sharp teeth were gritted. She looked into his eyes and seemingly understood. She made an attempt to stand firm.

He pushed in and she made to bolt but was stopped by both herself and his strong grip on her thigh plates. She screamed all the same but that didn’t bother the great predator. His vision narrowed for some reason as he built up an instinctive rhythm. She screamed less each time, soon it was just frequent moans. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her neck was extended fully forward, with her head angled slightly downwards and her eyes vacant or possibly glassy, her jaw hung slightly agape. He was focused on his actions. He pumped ever faster and she made little shrieks interspersed with the moans. She was very slick inside and it dripped out in a thin stream. He soon felt himself coming close to arrival and his eyes closed momentarily. He opened them to look upon the female as he released. The thick fluid shot into her depths and she let out a particularly long and high pitched moan.

He was still hard.

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Perspective: Liber

She ran through the forest as Havoc pursued her. She was terrified by the cruelty he had displayed and to see him looking at her the same way had sent her running scared. She heard Spike yelling for him to stop and did not rest. She leaped a log, Havoc smashed through it. She dodged through trees and Havoc smashed through the smaller ones, the ones that did not block his vision. She leaped a river, wings flapping strongly, and Havoc jumped and swam with his wings. She was weaving through the trees when Spike yelled one last time, she couldn’t hear him anymore but she still heard the sound of the forest being smashed through. Either he’d been knocked off or something much worse had happened, either way she couldn’t risk turning to help her friend. She saw a waterfall and glanced back to see Havoc out of sight. She could see a cave behind the fall and leaped through it, the darkness somehow got darker and brighter at the same time just before something big grabbed her.

She kicked out instinctively and fell, he still gripped her wings however. She looked up to see his glowing red eyes. That would explain the reddish tint the surprisingly large cave had taken. He released his grip and stood with his chest above her back. Since he hadn’t torn into her she judged it was safe to rise and did so, she started to feel a little embarassed about running like that. She felt him lift due to her strength as she stood up, then his weight was no longer on her. She saw his wings extended into her vision before his hooves gripped her thigh plates. She closed her eyes tightly as she prepared for... Whatever he was going to do.

She sensed him moving forwards and instinct sent her tail out of the way. She felt something- make that somethings, pushing against... Both her rear holes? She had automatically tensed as she felt the faintest touch and it felt awkward with them pushing, admittedly gently, against her. Back there. She hadn’t known he had two. She felt his grip shift and then something knew brushed against her lower private place. She squeaked in surprise, then squeaked again in surprise at the fact that she could make a sound that high pitched. The... Thing was moving rather nicely against her... what was it... labia! Her nerves sent signals that relaxed the clenched entry and she felt the tip of his tongue slip inside. She groaned at the moist organs intrusion. It felt nice to have her inner lips rubbed at. Then they too parted welcomingly and he was in. She almost pulled away at the alien feeling. But relaxed and it was soon very good, it slithered a little deeper with every stroke and her walls were twitching with the stimulation. She gasped and felt saliva dripping down her soft, scaleless, lips and felt. Her tunnel needed this and she made a small cry as the organ removed itself, she already missed its smooth touch.

It went for her... Other hole. She knew this one was not for breeding and felt minor shame as it relaxed itself to allow his wonderful tongue entry. She was glad she always cleaned it out with her magic, she didn’t like the thought of her first getting grossed out by the taste of solid waste. She felt surprise at this, this stallion terrified her. She didn’t want him before, she didn’t think him ugly but the fear he inspired normally overruled and thoughts of mating. She supposed this was her body doing its job. Twilight had been studying her chemical releases, among other things physical regarding her apparently extinct species, and she found the releases of chemicals that were associated with lust were heightened in the presence of the male. She’d taken awhile to figure everything out, her species was so alien despite being the forerunners of all equines. She actually had minerals in her blood that no equine had ever been found to contain. Her very makeup was different.

“Aaaaaaahhhh!” She let out as it slithered deeply into her behind. She felt it writhing inside her and felt moisture drip from her reproductive entry. She felt her hips bucking backwards against her will, trying to force him deeper. She felt the wonderful warm pressure building inside her, it was a sort of nervous tension that was deliciously painful. She felt hot and sweat began to build underneath her scales, she felt soaked. Then the scales shifted upwards to vent heat and release fluid and the sweat poured down her sides in a wave. She panted as he switched back to the reproductive path. His tongue rippled upwards against her and she felt the tension grow.

“Nnnnnnggg...” Was all she got out as she finally came. It actually squirted from her and she felt it. She felt embarrassed by this. She hoped he didn’t mind. Then his weight on her increased and she felt his grip shift. She felt them approaching and automatically tensed up. Then they were forced inside.

“AAaaaaaauuuugghhh!!” She cried out as they entered. She felt him continue to push inside and her walls gripped at the invader while her internal muscles sent her flesh pushing against him in an attempt to force him out. The thick organs kept going. She groaned and felt a tearing sensation in her upper hole. They pulsed and twitched within her and she felt every decihoof ( leg is equal to meter, hoof is a fifth of a leg or two decimeters, a decihoof is a tenth of that or 2 centimeters. Which is, in fact, less than an inch. An inch is 2.5 centimeters.) of his length that was inside of her. They were very hot and surprisingly hard. Yet they were slick with his ltural sheath lubricant and the water from the fall they’d passed under, as well as her own cum and his saliva that he’d left behind. She felt oddly full and they pressed on her insides, she felt her body attempting to accommodate his bulk within her. She felt them deep within her, she was afraid for her intestines and uterus in fact. She could feel his underbelly pressed against her spine plates and the base of her tail.

She instinctively tried to get away from the source of pain. She made little paws as she feebly tried to escape, her fear keeping her from running full out. She kept flinching as she looked on or tried to pull away. Her jaws clenched tightly to distract her from the pain and her eyes kept blinking closed erratically. She felt him pulling out and her eyes widened with the sudden emptiness inside. She looked back at him gratefully, he was releasing her from this torture. He was almost out and she tried to step away, he wouldn’t let go. She pulled harder, pushing forwards with all four feet but this did nothing but drag them both deeper into the cave. She looked into his lust filled, glowing, red eyes and realised she would not be leaving until they were done. She looked forwards and braced herself.

“AAAAAaaaaaaakkkkkkkk!!!” She screamed as he pushed back in and she automatically tried to run as the pain temporarily overwhelmed fear. She didn’t move very far however. He slid back and pushed back in again and again she screamed in pain. He kept going and it felt better as she adapted to the pain. Soon it felt so very very good. The pain mixed with the pleasure so well and she soon felt herself release, she gripped him extra tightly as she did and his tube felt very good inside her. The blood stopped flowing from her waste hole and the wound began to heal. She kept getting quieter with her screams until it descended into moans. She felt her neck losing altitude and her jaw began to hang. Her tongue dropped out as her head angled more towards the cave floor. She didn’t even care about the slight pain of her tongue moving against her sharp teeth. She focused on the pounding inside her.

It intensified and she made low shrieks of pleasure. She was constantly dripping. She felt like a very warm river was pouring out of her. Her body was in a state of readiness like she’d never felt.

“Ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn , ahn, ahn, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” She let out as his release stimulated yet another release. The long, powerful, and oh so warm jets felt so strangely good. It felt right, natural, like this was her purpose in life. She felt his shots painting her internal walls. She felt the pressure most directly on her cervix. She knew he was pressed against it and most of his shot managed to make its way inside, she could feel the microorganisms squirming within her. She actually liked it somehow. He should have gone soft. He was still hard.

He pulled back and began slamming her again, his phalluses pressuring her insides mercilessly. She moaned again as he kept up the intense pounding.

“NNNnnnnnn....” She let out as another stream of warmth shot into her. She felt her jaw twitching like she was shivering. He just kept going. Eight times he released. He was only able to do this because of his species and fitness she knew, he made much more of this environment than she was able. He finally slid out and his eyes were their normal menacing red. She looked at him then to the acidic sweat that had melted and warped the stone below them. He turned her around to face him and she looked in confusion, then he rose back up on his hind legs and pushed her head down towards his members.

She opened her mouth and her teeth scraped over the tips as she let herself be guided. Her lips wrapped around the member as it slid to her throat. She gagged slightly as it pressed against the back of her throat. Then she began to lick at the bottom with her tongue as he slid her head back. She sucked at the odd flavored meat as he moved her head up and down. It tasted like minerals, meat, metal, and oddly enough that condensed milk Twilight had shipped in for her. She kind of liked it really, she was soon moving her head to the rhythm he’d set. She went and went until his special milk shot into her mouth. She proceeded to drink the odd fluid. It was sweet, bitter, and something she couldn’t name. She lapped up the remnants as he slid her head off. When he was back on all fours she licked his length clean on her fluids and t the tip once more. She wanted to extract more of that funny tasting stuff to try to fiure out the taste. His cum surged into her mouth and she drank it down slowly, she didn’t forget to clean up when she finished. When he was retracted he turned to face the falling water. She dutifully followed him on wobbly legs as he slowly walked out through the waterfall. She knew she’d be sore later.

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Thrash was impressed. It was borderline rape but he was still impressed. That was something worthy of song in his mind. And her legs were shaky as she followed him out. He wondered what his guru in lust was up to now. He followed the big beast in silence. He’d seen Spike back to town with some impatience, he’d wanted to see how the chase went and had arrived just as Havoc caught her. He himself was hard but scales weren’t his thing. They came to the border of the town and the blue mare pounced from above. She seemed angry.

“You cheater! How could you do that to Twilight?!” She yelled from her position on his back, she hadn’t knocked Havoc down. He’d barely even shaken with the impact. He turned his head to face her and spoke.

“Where is Twilight?” He asked.

“I’m right here.” The purple mare said as she floated down from above. Thrash felt rage as he was denied. He had seriously doubted that relationship being a possibility.

“And I’m sorry for lying to you Pyro. We aren’t exactly that close.” She continued. Thrash felt elated at this news.

“Wha?” Pyro seemed surprised. So did Liber.

“But mommy, aren’t you supposed to be in that sort of relationship with somepony you share guardianship with?” Liber inquired. Wait. Mommy? How did that happen? And why would that... Nevermind.

“Well... Um... Okay, this is sort of an exception. We are not there yet you see? So it’s not cheating Pyro. You don’t have to jump him like this.” She was obviously worried for her friend’s safety.

“Yes it does! I have been missing out all this time because of that! And look what he did to her! Sure she’s a virgin but still!” She proceeded to get out of sight in the forest, dragging Havoc with visible strain. Havoc looked surprised at this turn of events, he wasn’t joking about this stuff just happening. Thrash was practically praying for that mojo to rub off on him, not that he wasn’t good looking enough. Oh no, he was a paragon of rugged handsomeness. He just needed to meet the females and the mojo to give him the right circumstances. He silently and invisibly followed the pair. Havoc had started to walk under his own power. When they had reached a stream Havoc had run over in his pursuit of Liber the female jumped him.

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He could tell from how friendly she was that the female didn’t mind the taste of protocorn booty, pussy, or mare cum. Havoc’s somewhat disturbing double lengths shot out during this makeout session. The much smaller female eventually pulled her mouth free of his and looked down to his crotch. She’d been standing on her hind legs to kiss him. She looked surprised at the sight of him. That passed as she sat on her haunches and smiled at them. Her head twisted to the side as she looked at them curiously. She tentatively reached out and stroked the side of the higher one. She seemed satisfied as she went on to use her other hand. Havoc’s eyes had closed, Thrash had only noticed this because they’d started fricking glowing again. Wow that glow was annoying.

The female went on to lick at the tip and Thrash watched her in action eagerly. He began to silently touch himself. He was certain he wouldn’t be doing this much longer if he learned from Havoc. How he could get mares while covered in blood, dust, and burn marks he hoped to learn. He was still dripping in fact! The female looked to the river. She held onto his member as she began to walk towards it on her scaled feet, Havoc dragged himself along. He did not like the thought of what claws like that could do to a penis and his hardness died slightly. She waded out into the stream and the clear water hid nothing, it did wash away the blood and assorted dirt that adorned Havoc’s frame. She turned Havoc on his back and stood on his belly before shaking off some of the water that soaked her. The liquid flowed off her feathers, it seemed like they were waterproofed. Her fur was still wet, she took another dip and jumped back on his mostly dry barrel before smoothing her fur out with a few flaps of her wings. It was almost like watching a bird bathing itself, only this was a rather attractive bird.

She returned to his penises. She grasped the top one with her hands and back to jack up and down while licking at the lower one around the tip. She eventually moved on to gentle sucking at it and she kept going until he shot fluids onto her chest. She was surprised but kept going. She sucked deeper on the tip and very soon the sucking changed from a constant pulling to a form more suited to drinking. She seemed to like the taste. Then she moved her head away with a loving kiss to the top one and turned her back to it. Her back end more accurately.

“Now I don’t know what you did, but I want to feel just as good as she looked like she had. Got it?” She asked, it sounded like she was singing. What a voice!

Havoc nodded and lifted her before shaking to get all the filth out. Then he positioned her over his open jaws and shot his tongue into her reproductive slit.

“Aaaahhh!” She released and it sounded wonderful. Her legs stretched out and her toes curled as Havoc utilized his very skilled tongue. Her hips began to move as he moved his tongue further. He flexed the organ to massage her insides fitfully. His breath blasted her wet fur and he could see how it stimulated her soaked tail and rear end. Thrash observed as her breathing became heavy and her eyes closed. Her tongue went up to touch the right side of her upper gums through her slightly open jaw. Her tail pony tail went high and she moaned, liquid ran down the blood colored tongue. Havoc seemed to like what he tasted. He lifted her towards his erections.

“Hold on a second!” She interrupted. Havoc stopped.

“No window entry! I may be into trying new stuff but I will not go there.” She proclaimed despite being in the grasp of something twice her size. Havoc wing shrugged and kept moving her. He transferred her to his wings and the fingers held her with ease. He positioned her so that the lower one was lined up with her reproductive hole.

“You know an anti-pregnancy spell right?” She inquired.

“No, neither trainer nor princess taught it to me. I’ll just shoot it out the one outside of you.” Havoc answered.

“You sure you have control? I don’t want to have freaky hybrid babies yet.”

“I have total control, I practised with Celestia herself.”

“Alright, but if you lose control you’d better warn me.”

“Sure.”

Havoc lowered her slowly onto the lower set one. She grinned with her eyes closed and her head tilted up as it slowly pushed in. It entered with some difficulty, then Havoc’s horn glowed and his member that was entering her freaking shrank. Not by much but enough to properly enter her. She let out a pained nng as she slid down to the base. Her jaw hung much lower now and her tongue hung as far out as it could. She was slid up then down again, he built up speed and kept it consistent. She didn’t mind the one pressing on her stomach at all. She actually took advantage of it after her next arrival which was heralded by a beautiful, “Hhhaaaaaahhhhh!”

She leaned down and licked at it as it came closest to her face, it was possibly the length of a grown stallion so it wasn’t that far off. She kept licking at it and was soon linked to it by a string of saliva. He slid her down and began to grind her against him and she licked at the tip constantly. Soon it was throbbing and she could tell he was close. She took it and stroked it with her hands, she pressed the sticky organ against her chest while doing this. This soon pushed him past the precipice and he spurted thick fluids from his external member. It was odd. Grey, white, and transparent. Disturbing really. She seemed to like it though, of course he expected that. She licked at the stuff as it shot against her and past her. She licked all the cum from the larger member before Havoc got back to work.

Havoc resumed lifting her and sliding her back down on himself. The wolf watched as she resumed her moaning, then he did it faster and it became somethings else.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!” Was the noise she made as her eyes got glassy. Havoc was surprisingly quiet through all this. Thrash was glad he had cleaned his hands and not run with them recently. He watched eagerly as Havoc moved her up and down, her wet mane swinging with every thrust. He pushed up with his hips as he brought her down and she screamed into orgasm.

“AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!” Thrash was rather glad they had gone this far out, he was also glad a bloody battle had just gone down. Somebody might have thought a murder was underway otherwise, now even if they did it was unlikely they would come to check on yet another corpse. Havoc kept his eyes closed and lowered his head into the water, his nose was a little above the surface when he stopped. Thrash was curious as to what he was doing now, not curious enough to take his eyes off the mare however. She finally stopped her writhing and just relaxed as Havoc finished. She placed her mouth on it and drank it as it emerged, she had quite the appetite. Thrash was near enough to the stream and it was getting dark, he released his own fluid downstream of their position and neither seemed to notice it. He waited as Havoc rose from the water with a great splash and removed the mare from her seating.

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As the giant crawled through the clear water on his knees Thrash entered the water himself, he stayed clear of the dirty trail Havoc left. He allowed the blood to be washed from himself fully along with the remnants of his latest action. He soon left the liquid and dried off on the land. He chilled the air around him and scraped off the ice that formed, he was practically immune to the cold now. Besides, in addition to a spell to protect his externals from frostbite or freezing he had long ago made a near permanent antifreeze spell for his blood. He did not want to die from overexposure to his own spells after all. That would suck, and not in a good way.

Thrash stalked after the now clean pair as they made their way back to relative civilization. He appeared next to the group like a ghost. Havoc’s horn glowed and everybody was clean. Well if he’d known that was coming he might have skipped the frost dry.

“Now Thrash comrade, would you tell me what you know of your people’s ways? If I take the capital will that be enough?” Havoc asked without turning his head.

“No, their hatred runs deep. They are also very organised and if you take down the top caste the lower ones will work it out on their own.” Thrash answered.

“Then would it be sufficient to find and kill or capture all the wolves and force them to serve?”

“Well yes but how would you go about that? There are tens of thousands of my people. And they are not concentrated enough for that, certainly not for nine.”

“But we will not be nine.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“If I can copy a gryphon’s language into my mind I am certain I can seize control of a town of wolves’ minds. They will be our own loyal army!” Havoc crowed.

“Not a bad idea.” Thrash admitted. He watched as Havoc focused his magic into a tracking spell, his horn was sheathed in a fluctuating cone of black. Then the blackness spread over the town, the townsfolk couldn’t see magic. Thrash heard screaming, it was brief. Too brief. He heard the sound of bodies moving with his keen senses. He heard scraping, like metal was being dragged. After a few minutes most of the townspeople were assembled before them, they were all armed but not all armored. Thrash noted a distinct lack of children and women, they were scarce in this crowd. He did spot numerous elderly however. Havoc expanded his tracking spell and Thrash could only guess at the distance it covered. He was certain it covered the Steel Forest, the Iron Canyons, the Bone caverns, Green Quarry, Redfang Lake, Steelblood River, and all the towns and cities in between. He saw a dark look come over Havoc’s face and his horn glowed again, Thrash soon heard howling in the distance. He also heard roars and bellows. He shuddered as he remembered the fights he’d had with some of the things he heard.

Havoc set off with his zombies in tow. Thrash looked at them somewhat nervously, they showed no emotion other than rage. They all looked angry, very angry. The horde put no effort into maintaining silence, they didn’t need to either. Thrash soon heard distant gunshots. They kept growing more frequent as they traveled. Havoc’s horn was constantly glowing and Thrash noticed a faint glow around the heads of the wolves he’d mind-jacked. He began to get slightly worried.

“Thrash, I want you to move ahead of the pack and take out leaders and various defenses. Corrosive you know what to do.” Thrash increased his pace, ahead should be Steelclaw ridge. He ran with such speed he nearly flew, his claws were all extended to give him the maximum available grip. He ran kilometers in minutes, he came upon the town which was surrounded by screaming predators. He saw timber wolves, bears, saber toothed cougars, a few manticores, and even the elusive dire bear. Dire bears average three stories tall when they stand on their hind legs. Thrash ran by like a whisper and was scaling the wall with his sharp claws. He quickly reached the top and slashed the throat of a nearby guard who was resolutely firing into the mass of predators. Thrash saw some weren’t fighting the beasts outside the gates, they were fighting the enemy within. Havoc’s mind controlled soldiers were howling horribly as they attacked, with fang and claw or blade or gun. The psychotic beasts charged almost mindlessly, but a mindless monster would not think to use their own as a distraction for a flanking force. The monsters were dying by the claws and blades of the trained soldiers but they took their toll. Soldiers roared and screamed as they ripped into the fearless mass, bullets flew and blades flashed. Thrash leaped for the throat of a soldier in officer’s colors and he spilled the bigger wolf’s blood. He then crept to the gatehouse in the panic and found it well guarded. As on the walls, citizen and soldier alike stood guard fearfully. He’d seen a number of soldiers in the blood hungry mass and he understood the fear. He focused the ice high above them, on the ceiling in fact. Not enough moisture for proper ice but he could still drop a blanket of cold on them. Which he did. They froze in place, dead. Thrash opened the gate and let the monsters outside join the ones inside.

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Corrosive Dash darted forwards like a bullet. He speed through the trees, guided by the maddening sight of Havoc. He saw horrible things it seemed. He was looking at the world through a red tint, he felt angry, he felt depressed, he felt like he had nothing to lose, like violence was all he had. Corrosive felt sick, he needed this guidance, however,as he didn’t know the area. He went fast enough to generate a whirlwind in his wake. The never ending hunger was annoying too. It seemed Havoc was never satisfied with the blood he shed, and he was literally hungry as well. Havoc had assured him this was the norm for him. He had never been full before he met Celestia and wasn’t sure how to cope with the odd feeling, he was used to never having enough to eat and was actually comfortable that way.

Havoc was just plain depressing on the inside. Corrosive smiled as the foe came into view. Havoc couldn’t read, at least nothing written in the local languages. Havoc couldn’t focus on taking knowledge and maintaining control either. So he settled for simple but accurate direct guidance. Finally the haze lifted and Corrosive stopped feeling sick. Corrosive built speed before he smashed hooves first into the wall. He heard howling as he broke through. He saw an organized pack fighting against another, one had ritualistic scarring. Well it would be scarring when it healed anyway. When asked how many he would be fighting, Havoc had told him to look for the ones without the triple claw scar going from the forehead down to the nose. Corrosive dived into the melee with confidence.

He kicked a wolf in the back of the head and its skull imploded. He launched a vicious headbutt to one’s chest and his rib cage caved in. He pounced on a wolf who was just bigger than him and its claws scraped futilely across his scales, Corrosive stepped into his throat and chest. He shook off the blood as he rose from the kill. He noted the wolves were mostly grey, some brown, some black, and rarely green. He smashed a wolf’s face in with a backhoofed strike as it came at him. Corrosive bit another’s throat and tossed it through the air to land amongst its treacherous brethren. He watched for a moment as they piled on him, make that her. Corrosive returned to the battle and resumed his bloody tactics. He smashed skulls, broke bones, and crushed flesh. The mob was soon entirely made up of Havoc’s troops as the survivors broke and lost their minds to Havoc’s constant pressure. The mob marched back through the walls to more battle. The gate was being held open but Corrosive didn’t trust it.

He flew up to see a fight on the walls. It was madness as a corpse flew right by him, launched by a healthy soldier. Corrosive charged him and broke his spine, the soldier flew into the claws of a rampant pack below. Corrosive killed towards the structure over the gate, he didn’t know what it was but was certain it held control of the gate it sat upon. He smashed through the wolves that got in his way heedlessly. The ones under Havoc’s control would have moved aside anyway. He looked at the furious battle going on in the control room, wolves smashed each other into walls and tables alike. Armored fist met plate armor as claw met fur covered flesh. Fangs broke against plate as armor was cracked open on stone. Wolves were savage fighters. Corrosive systematically killed the ones who did not display the mark. When the last free wolf’s throat was crushed in his iron grip the rest of the pack ran off to continue fighting.

Corrosive walked down the stairs chanting his personal mantra to try and calm down.

“For Rainbow Dash, for Rainbow Dash, for Rainbow Dash, For rainbow Dash, For Rainbow Dash...” The fifth repetition calmed the burning hot, rage red, bloodlust he was feeling. He let out a long slow breath and walked in peace to the sound of bloodcurdling howls.

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Havoc reached the capital and grinned. It was still in minor chaos despite the superior grade of soldiers and equipment. The wolves here wore full plate with chain supplements. He saw a machine gunner firing down into the city with his roaring weapon. The city was surrounded by a field of dead beasts and wolves alike, he saw a great feathered wing hanging over the wall from the inside. He calmly gauged the distance and decided it was sufficient. He charged. The innocent gate didn’t stand a chance. He smashed through the thick metal with ease and broke across a faltering riot. He stomped in an armored wolf’s head and a nearby soldier heard the noise of tearing metal. The wolf turned and looked up at Havoc, unfortunately Havoc’s constant mental pressure reduced his reaction time considerably. Havoc bit his face off.

“RRoooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhh!!” Havoc roared, which gained the confused attention of the wolves that were currently fighting. Havoc started to flail about with his great hooves and a number of fully armored wolves started to die. Even their tails had spiked plates Havoc thought with a laugh. The battle turned against the armored wolves, some fell to Havoc’s constant pressure as the panic overwhelmed their discipline. They carved furrows into their helms and joined the fight on Havoc’s side. This caused a chain reaction which resulted in many more joining Havoc’s force. Blood flew high as the machine gun washed over the traitor horde, Havoc threw a nearby armored wolf at him and the machine was torn from its mooring. His mob rushed up to the door that lead up to the gatehouse but moved aside for Havoc. They bowed their heads reverently as he rose his right front hoof. They stayed bowed as it smashed through the door, he shoved more of his arm in, angled it, and ripped it out. The horde rushed in and screaming was heard. Havoc majestically flew up to the top of the wall and grinned at the futility of the soldiers guns.

He quickly swept a wing across and smashed the wolves in their shells. He moved to the next section where the wolves were starting to abandon their posts. No point fighting something that just won’t bleed no matter where you hit it. Havoc increased speed and snapped one up on the fly. He soared higher and consumed the wolf, he didn’t take the time to cook the screaming thing either. He turned to the next wall to see them already falling to his bloodlust. The sight of what he did was weakening their resolve and drawing them into the abyss of madness he constantly balanced upon the edge of. He laughed as numerous predators succumbed to his lure and turned upon their unmarked comrades.

He walked up to the embattled wall and proceeded to jump over it with a single hop. Powerful muscles indeed. He landed on the other side and kept up his calm walk as bullets sprayed at him but he ignored the annoyances. He focused on the fighting pack that came into view, he charged and started to kill on a whim. More for his mad pack. He kept this up and soon had nearly the entire city under his control. The vast hordes stood in and around the central ring. There were well over fifty walls between the outside and this ring. The wolves on the central ring’s walls had stood nervously staring at the horde as it surrounded them silently. Then Havoc had jumped onto the walls with a great roar and the slaughter had begun. The floor was coated in corpses and gun emplacements stood or laid silent. The walls of the castle were crewed by armored wolves. They seemed to know what was coming. They held their weapons ready and made not a single sound as they awaited death. Then the gate that lead to the castle opened and the drawbridge that spanned the pit lowered. A single wolf bearing a grey flag stepped out, he was in full plate too. He crossed nervously to the end of the bridge where Havoc alighted just behind him.

He turned to face Havoc and said, “The Lord Director in his wisdom has seen fit to see you now. Sir.” His voice was muffled and distorted by the helm that covered his head.

Havoc looked over the bloody faced horde that surrounded the castle like a living sea and nodded. He followed the wolf through the gate and ducked to enter. He kept his head ducked to avoid scraping the ceiling with his long horn. He heard his hooves clopping loudly on the marble floor and saw still guards armed with halberd and gun alike. An open door that was smaller still forced Havoc to crawl in order to enter. He looked down upon the wolf that sat behind a steel desk. The wolf had his eyes closed and his paws steepled before him, his muzzle faced them. Behind him was a picture of a great green eyed black furred wolf who was kneeling on one knee. His right paw impaled an armored unicorn through its back and he could see the big wolf’s claws poking through the chest on the other side. His left impaled an albino with long spiral patterned horns and similarly it impaled him through the back of his ribcage and came out the front of his chest.

“The painting you see is an image of The One.” The pale grey wolf in the silver breastplate and black suit said suddenly. The wolf wore no helmet but his cuirass displayed numerous medals. He donned a pair of black, with oval shaped lenses and silver rims, goggles before looking upon Havoc.

“The One?”

“The wolf who defeated Malus in the final battle. He lead the oppressed against wicked Malus and his allies on mount Thorncrown. It was a terrible battle and thousands died in the ascent, thousands more died when the battle began in earnest. Dragon fire burns through almost anything. Malus was a very bad wolf, when he ascended to the throne he passed many laws that oppressed the people. He manipulated the chiefs with his mind controlling magic and formed a secret police that was constantly vigilant for any signs of dissent. Those found guilty were punished harshly. For thousands of years this went on, three thousand seven hundred and fifty four to be exact. That was when the rebellion finally rose up and slew the monster in his hold while he was in the middle of a meeting. His allies were numerous and he treated them lavishly, so they stayed loyal to him until the very end. They kept him in power for a very long time, we could not fight back at first so we tried to wait him out. His foul magic kept him alive and healthy however. He was very powerful. We sacrificed so much that we could not do it again, to this day we have not recovered from his reign. We took measures to prevent something like him from happening again, drastic ones. I even slew my first litter when it turned out albino, I did it with my own claws. My mate abandoned me after trying to kill me and I would not bring any more offspring into the world, I couldn’t stand to kill more of my own. I swore to celibacy that day. You are almost as bad as Malus was.”

“Well that’s interesting. I just want to conquer your country so I don’t end up in sexual slavery.”

“Who sent you? The Lupus Empire?” The wolf said with a frown.

“Rex, king of Equestria. Hard to believe such a nice group would have such a savage for a leader. Guess I’ll be calling him Emperor soon, this will be nation six when I’m done here.” From this the wolf garnered that he had been doing this for some time and was clearly experienced. He wondered how such a warrior had been produced and procured by Equestrians. While most were ignorant as to their nature the Iconoclast themselves had an elaborate network of spies and were well aware of Equestrian policies as a result.

“Can we not discuss some sort of arrangement that does not result in my people’s subjugation? We are both powerful males, I am certain that together we can come up with a plan of action that is mutually beneficial. You don’t become a sex slave and I don’t end up with a nation of mad things.”

“I can’t do that mr. wolf. See this ring on my horn? If I ever try to betray my commanders they’ll know. And they’ll mess with my brain and cause me great pain. You have no idea how much it hurts when they commandeer my mind. You will surrender, I’ll give you a choice between a swift death or servitude to the alicorn royalty. I think they’d be the only ones to outrank you. Pretty good posting if I say so myself. Of course, I want to kill you.”

“Hmmm.” The wolf pondered this conundrum. He did not like the thought of some upstart wrecking the place so the choice was clear.

“Alright. Standard procedure then?” The wolf asked with a paw extended.

“Your choice?” Havoc asked.

“I want to live, my people need me still.”

“Fine. I was hoping to kill you and eat your flesh.” Havoc said as he extended his hoof. He knew what to do from seeing the ponies shake hooves on the show. His people did not do handshakes, too likely to die that way. Hand and hoof were shaken and Havoc crawled out of the room. He stalked down the hall and his horns glow began to fade as he walked, he began to visibly relax. The madlings were permanently altered, they had a splinter of his sick mind implanted within their own. They would not betray him he knew, just as they would be mostly the way they were before he had infected them. What would be altered only he would know. He grinned as he thought of the potential.

Havoc exited the castle to see his madlings walking back to where they were before. They would soon resume their altered lives. He leaped into the air and flexed his wings. He flapped them and angled himself to the logical meeting place. The crossroads were a natural place to regroup after a glorious success like this.

Twenty eight minutes later...
The group met up. The zebra had gone to the north, Twilight and Spike had stayed put with the phoenicians, Liber had gone in a similar direction as the changeling, Thrash had gone northeast, Corrosive had gone west. Havoc knew he could handle the numerous machine gun emplacements and the few cannons. Thrash was slick with blood and looking both exhilarated and bored. Somehow. Havoc focused his mind and utilized the cleaning spell again.

“Thanks.” He heard from Thrash’s direction, Corrosive was silent. He looked a little tired. Or maybe he had a headache?

“Where next, oh purple one?” Havoc asked Twilight.

“Well we could head to the Slitherers Warrens for a change of pace. Or we could go for the Fang Plains. Or even the Static Sea.”

“Static Sea?” Havoc was very curious about that one.

“It’s named for the shockwings that inhabit it.”

“Shockwings?” Pyro didn’t seem to like the sound of that.

“They’re not very big but they don’t need to be. They can generate a light charge of electricity and on their own they aren’t much more than annoying. But they travel in huge swarms, and they can fly. They’re a very interesting species of fish.”

“What lives there?”

“Well there are the seaponies. There are also Kells, Kells are a species of sapient bird. Of course the slitherers warrens have the Basili. With the power of flight and your speed we might even make it to the Void Peak mountains with time to spare.”

“What are Basili and what of the Void Peak mountains?”

“The basili are a species of amphibian. They have many tentacles, four limbs, one tail, three heads, and nine eyes. They are somewhat like big, unusual, salamanders. The Void Peak mountains are inhabited by the mysterious psions. The psions are tall and kind of pony shaped. Not much is known about them other than that they have mind powers and can survive the cold void of space. It’s why they’re so mysterious. I read that certain theorists and philosophers believe they actually came from the void, which would make them extra terrestrials! It is known that they have structures that reach outside of the atmosphere which gives some credence to this theory but then again they may well have just evolved that way from living up in the Void Peaks where very little in the way of atmosphere is available.”

“Well how would we survive? One of us would have to maintain a bubble of air and... Right. Well I’ve got nothing.”

“Well we could always go elsewhere, those are just the nearest locations. We could go to just about any place on the planet really. Maybe we could go to Scandineighvia, home of the Nords.” She suggested randomly, not knowing his history with its inhabitants.

“That one! Yes... That is a good one. Then! We will take the Lupus Empire! And then we will take another one I haven’t picked yet to get bonus points if I get those. Indeed, bonus points would be very nice!” Havoc proclaimed. Twilight donned her poker face.

“You want to go to Scandineighvia?” Havoc nodded eagerly.

“And then you want to take the Lupus Empire?” Again with the eager nodding.

“The nords have at least one alicorn god king. The Lupus Empire has had the same leader since they began. You still want to take them?” Havoc nodded vigorously.

“Thataway.” Twilight said tiredly and pointed a hoof eastwards.

“I’m gonna take a nap, it’s dark and we’re in for a long flight. We have to pass over Equestria by the way. Would you mind stopping by Ponyville on the way?”

Havoc frowned but nodded all the same. The howdah floated over to him and strapped itself to his back. He lowered his right wing and Twilight walked up the ramp, she had long gotten used to it. Spike followed, as did the smaller phoenician, and the zebra. Havoc gestured for Thrash to get on. He rose into the sky followed by the stronger flyers and took off for Equestria.

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Time: 7:35 P.M. 75 days 19 hours 35 minutes since savior spell
Location: Ponyville, Equestria
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Havoc flew over the mostly dark streets with little noise. He’d glided in after he reached proper speed. He looked around for the tree library. He spotted it and angled towards it, the others rode his pull with ease. He flapped as he came down. This place was held good memories for him. Even the incredibly painful transformation that he still intended to gain vengeance for. He landed with a low thump. Twilight yawned as she awoke. She started down the wing but before she got very far, however, she turned to face him. She looked like she was still partly asleep. She looked towards his head which moved closer to hers to examine her in curiosity. She hugged his face.

“Missed you handsome...” She mumbled. Havoc did not know what to make of that.

“Don’t be so shy Sol.” She continued. Havoc froze up as he felt lips on his, this felt weird to be honest.

“Love you too...” She mumbled after releasing his face. He tapped his lips with the front of a hoof, that was very strange. Who was this Sol of which she spoke? His face twitched as he grew annoyed. He contained his frustrated roar as she whipped out her house keys and opened her door. She walked in half asleep. Havoc stuck his head in after her to ask who Sol was and the lights came on. A big group of ponies was waiting inside, including the high princesses. They were wearing party hats and there was punch, salt, cake, pie, cookies, muffins, brownies, and confetti shot out. Havoc’s pupils shrunk and he ran off screaming something in what was known as old Alicorn in Equestria.

“Anthropophagy scaelum raptio cultus!” He cried in horror as he fled. Celestia was giggling, she knew he would not take this well. When Pinkie informed her that she sensed Twilight had planned a return she had been waiting for that silly pony to pop up and tell her when. On Havoc’s world there weren’t such things as party hats. And the only beings known to wear cone shaped hats, and pop up out of nowhere, were a cult of cannibalistic rapists that rode about in vast flying machines. This would be what he naturally assumed when he saw the ponies in funny hats waiting for them. She heard distant cursing in five different languages and laughed at the result she had gained. She rolled on her back as she laughed and Luna soon joined her. She was in on the prank naturally, this was partly a bonding exercise after all.

The companions rushing in she didn’t expect but laughed at their responses as well. They had expected some horror of horrors but instead found a party ready to go. What they didn’t notice was that the pattern of hats formed a rainbow, which was also carefully orchestrated. Celestia crept up to Twilight, she still heard cursing in the distance.

“When did you two get so close?” She whispered. She really was curious. Twilight blinked and licked her lips. She tasted blood and a few other flavors associated with Havoc. She ran upstairs to puke into her personal toilet. Celestia was confused. She had cast a spell to show what Twilight was doing as soon as she ran off and didn’t understand why she was puking.he saw Twilight wash her mouth out and brush her tongue and teeth furiously. She then took a shower, followed by another mouth cleaning. Only then did she slowly come down the stairs. She looked like she was about to cry, she actually passed by Celestia with but a look and Celestia could smell the berry flavored toothpaste she used from her full height. Twilight grabbed a cup of cold, ice chilled, punch and chugged it. Then she got a refill with the ladle and slowly downed the beverage. She got one more refill and trotted to Celestia.

She was interrupted by her hyperactive pink friend who hugged her with force.

“Hiya Twilight! No worries, I cleared things up with the princess! I only have three thousand hours of community service to work off!” She said with a grin. She was rather cheerful for somepony who was under surveillance by the Royal Inquisition. She rubbed her cheek against Twilight’s.Then she spotted the teenaged fillies Applebloom, Sweetie Bell, and Scootaloo and rushed off to speak with them. Then they vaguely heard something Celestia suspected was cursing, she was versed in over fifty languages and couldn’t guess at this one. Her eyebrow rose and her jaw hung open as she tried to figure it out. Havoc smashed through the side of the tree and the party goers screamed as they were riddled with splinters. This was not something she had planned. A shield was raised and he crashed into it. His eyes were bloodshot and he had a sadistic grin as he began smashing at the shield.

“HALT!” She yelled, she infused the yell with magic to send a message to the primal part of his brain. Which happened to be the most active. He froze for a moment, his hoof had just broken the shield. His eyes shot to her and she realized the mistake she’d made. Her eyes widened and she lept out the hole he’d just made. She ran hard and fast, she wanted good momentum before she took off. She looked to her barrel, then to the monster that had entered pursuit. He was gaining, his vastly longer strides made him much faster than her. She leapt to the skies, knowing he had an even greater advantage there. She was aiming to be noticed. Her horn glowed brightly, it was also giving off a specific pattern of magic.

She felt the energy condense before her and kept flying, she disappeared from the predator’s sight and he roared in frustration. He had lost sight, smell, and feel of her. Then he heard a muffled thump from above and something fell on his head. It wasn’t as big as him but it came down fast and he was dragged down. He closed his eyes before he slammed headfirst into the bridge below. They entered the river and he turned on his would-be assailant. He thrashed and managed to slam a hoof against the side of his opponents head. His opponent was knocked to the side by the force of the blow but held on. He saw a gold glow swirling around and bit near the source, his jaws closed on the gold and he savagely pulled his head back. His opponent slammed into him and began to kick at him with great force that belied his relatively small frame.

Havoc and his opponent reared from the water with a roar. Havoc found he could not see through his left eye, his opponents jaws enclosed it. He slammed the side of his head against the grassy ground next to the river. This did nothing but temporarily embed his foe in the dirt, he was out when Havoc lifted his head. Havoc flung his head, he ran blindly as he did. He swung the foe against his shoulder and heard a crack, his foe growled in pain. Havoc took to the air as he felt magic gathering around him he launched a riposte in the form of a power blast straight from his horn. His opponent released him to escape the destructive energy, and Havoc turned his bloodstained eye to him. A small alicorn flew before him, naked. He had a great golden mane and his fur was obsidian black, his eyes were solid white. Havoc saw what looked like a trio of thick blades extending from where his hooves should be, that was how he’d held on like he had. Blood surged through Havoc’s body and urged him to charge, he flew at him with more force than a freight train on the move. Havoc was stopped by the diminutive horse’s TK.

“You live only because you are needed.” The little horse said. Havoc’s jaws opened wide and the little horse was surprised by a jet of white hot fire blasting from his mouth. He weathered the dragonfire with a quick spell. He was highly resistant to heat but that was not only extreme, it was dragonfire. Dragon fire is somewhat magical, it cannot be dispelled but it has a rather notorious tendency to ignore resistances. Dragons are powerful creatures indeed. The ancient unleashed a torrent of atom splitting rays. They would certainly wound the dragocorn, if they had connected. Havoc had thrown up a solid shield, and strength such as his renders an attack such as that moot. It was powerful but not enough. The pureblood turned to a different tactic. He reached directly into Havoc’s damaged mind and shut it down. Havoc dropped like a bag of rocks.

The elder pulled his daughter through another hole in reality, a temporary wormhole really, and she hugged him strongly. She inhaled his scent in an effort to savor it and bring back the positive memories associated with it. He stiffened at her touch as he remembered the last physical interaction he’d had with her. She released her grip, which would have killed a normal pony, and took a few respectful steps back. She bowed low before the king. He nodded his approval.

“So what now my king?” Celestia asked, she was careful not to call him dad. Luna flapped down beside them and glared at their father, who merely sneered in response.

“What do you think, little girl? We drop him off near the place this manure started, put some walls around him, and when he wakes up we set him back on track. How many has he conquered by the way?” He asked tersely, his voice was like a small earthquake. The very air rippled no matter how low his volume was. He brought a glow that was not so much seen as felt wherever he went.

“He’s at number six now, and we can just set him down by his companions. They seemed trustworthy, they haven’t betrayed him yet.” Celestia answered quickly.

“He already has a retinue? It’s been mere days since he started, not counting his forced hibernation of course.”

“I wouldn’t call them a retinue, they’re more of a group of individuals who happen to have aligned goals. They won’t last the end of the quest, even if they still live. Twilight will go home with Spike, the phoenicians will go their separate ways, Corrosive will go after his sister, and the wolf... Well he might stay for the mares, but that’s about it.” Luna corrected.

“Hm.”

“I don’t like the look of that zebra...” Celestia murmured. Said zebra was looking right at them, his eyes glowed yellow in the dim light.

“I don’t trust him either, he just appeared from an area where our sight is blocked. He’s creepy and so’s the entity he seems so fond of communing with.” Luna agreed.

“It matters little. If they will take care of him and set him on his way, then I say leave them to it.” Rex said, he lowered his muzzle next to Havoc’s left ear and whispered, “I know your kind. You hear me, you are not fully asleep and I know it. You probably haven’t had true sleep since your time as a yearling. You had best treat my other daughters well, they have never even seen a male in person and I will not have you damage them. I have kept them protected on Olympus, very well protected. I will stop at little to continue doing so. Remember that.” He raised his head.

“Goodbye daughters.” He said calmly.

“Bye bye daddy!” Celestia said and hugged him again.

“Goodbye father.” Luna said, somewhat coldly.

Their father nodded and teleported away. The changeling flew over and poked Havoc in the ribs.

“Well he’s not dead.” Scorch said evenly

Author’s notes: Sorry about the delay. Stuff just kept coming up. Well I’m out Hope you liked it more than I did. And yes I stuck in the 41K zone on purpose, I love Warhammer!