Nightmares: They really suck.

Thrash laughed at what he saw. He couldn’t help it, it was simply too funny. The sight mentioned was none less than Luna, Celestia, and Scorch carrying an unconscious Havoc back to the devastated scene of the party. Luckily Twilight had managed to remove the splinters from the guests, repair the damaged furniture, get the wood out of the food and drinks, and repair her wall. Otherwise he might have been too busy helping the ponies with repair efforts to laugh, he was enjoying the attention he had gained just by being there all the same. The thing that made the sight funny was the way they went about it. Rather than carry him with magic they had opted to use physical strength. Celestia and Luna each had a wing across their backs, gripped tightly near the base with one of their own hooves. The zebra was holding up his head to take off some of the strain for the princesses. The effort they used was still quite evident, they were starting to sweat and their lips were closed tightly. They were not smiling.

“Why didn’t you use magic?” Thrash asked with a sharp toothed grin. He didn’t mind their odd decision as the way the sweat streaked down their frames added to their beauty. They were downright sexy once they dropped Havoc behind them. The way they shook their heads like it would affect their hair pleased Thrash.

“We don’t want to run the risk of waking him up. He may yet wake up in the same rampant rage he was in as when he was forcibly put to sleep.” Celestia replied. She was slightly larger than her sister and hadn’t used as much of her strength. It was still matching the force Luna had applied but it wasn’t as much as she was able. She finally cracked a smile as she looked to her panting sister. Thrash didn’t know why they were wearing their seemingly ceremonial armor. He did notice a glow of magic about them so he was certain they had some sort of abilities not meant to be obvious. It was very faint, so faint that no unicorn would see it. It was only because he was a very observant predator that he saw it.

Luna sat down by the dragocorn and he noticed her horn glowing almost invisibly. Clearly effort was being put into keeping it hidden, the same faint glow was evident around the big male’s head. Thrash noted a faint green glow emitting from the zebragus’s eyes. Very strange. Thrash looked towards the other members of the group and noted that the one... What was he named again? Oh right! Corrosive Dash. Corrosive was having an animated conversation with Twilight Sparkle. He looked rather excited for some reason.

“Well normally she’d be attending this sort of thing, Pinkie Pie does throw the best parties after all. Maybe she’s working with the Wonderbolts or the E.N.G. It would have to be important to miss this sort of thing, especially if she knew Havoc was coming.” Thrash heard as he listened in.

“Why’s that?” Corrosive asked with slightly narrowed eyes. The scaly stallion did not look pleased.

“Well she would feel obligated to protect the ponies here. You know...” She looked side to side and lowered her voice to a whisper, “If it wasn’t for her we’d be in a bad situation right now.”

“What do you mean?’ He asked, lowering his voice in turn.

“Well, from what she and Celestia told me... He was about to invade her body with a certain part of his own. Celestia’s, not Rainbow Dash. He knocked her up the wall and into the ceiling before the rest of us arrived. She’s the reason he didn’t kill off the guards and do that as soon he ripped the door out.”

“How?” He seemed enraptured by this mention of his sister. Thrash was rather curious as well, Havoc was going to kill the guards and rape the princess? Well... He did get a sort of rapey vibe from the oversized fellow. But then why would the princesses of the nation of sissy ponies be with him? Wouldn’t he be in jail, for life?

“Well at the start, before I was knocked unconscious, she tried to warn us. I heard her yelling at us mere seconds before he ripped the door from its place, that door was meant to stop equivalent sized dragons you should know. Then while we were just gaping at him as he charged up the corridor with murder in his eyes, she counter charged and knocked him flat on his back. Then he knocked her off with a swing of his horn but she took the altitude gain in stride and dove down at him. Unfortunately he grabbed her chest and slammed her into the floor as he stood over her, then he tried to impale her with one of his claws but missed and it got stuck in the floor for a few seconds. We were all running to help her by the time he slid her into a wall with a shove of his hoof. Then he moved really fast to where she was and turned before he slammed her up the wall and into the ceiling with a swing of the tail. That isn’t the end of her contribution however. Would you like to hear the full story.?” She whispered.

“I would love too.” He whispered back, unaware that they had gained a small audience by this point. A few ponies had just barely heard them and listened in, it was not a bad story. Not for one focused on a single conflict at least.

“Well in that case... Next the princesses and I followed the Royal Guard into battle, I was directly behind and between Celestia and Luna. We had to jump aside when Havoc trampled the Guards ahead of us, it was kinda scary to see those big stallions knocked aside like that, but some of them managed to grab onto him in passing and he bumped into a wall. Well, actually it was more of a crash, he made a really big dent when he impacted. As he threw off the guards that managed to hold on the other formed up around him and kept him against that wall. We got behind them in preparation and he roared so loudly that the very air was visibly rippling. That put my head between my hooves but I was still conscious, I know Celestia grabbed him because when I opened my eyes her horn’s glow matched the one around him. He then retaliated by grabbing her and slamming her into her sister from the side, and I bought them some time by hitting him with a very heavy wave of pressure. He just got pushed back with a bunch of sparks as his hooves gouged the floor. He blasted me with a much lighter wave and I was sent against the far wall. I saw some sort of multicolored light behind my closed eyes and then I heard an inequine scream. I didn’t sound like a sound any horse should make, it was like a dragon, a horse, and something I can’t name all at once. I heard three, no, four! Four separate voices in that scream. It was a horrible sound. I opened my eyes to see a terrible darkness crushing the princess, the guards were scattered around the room but all were far from Havoc. Luna’s horn glow and I don’t know what she tried but he just twitched one of his eyes to look at her. Then he shoved her down so hard she cried out in pain, I think he was trying to shove her into the floor for some reason. Celestia did some thing, something that caused the air around him to ripple like a heat wave. Only this was way more ripply, it must have been... I don’t even know how hot that must have been for the air to look like a whirlpool. Havoc roared but I couldn’t tell if it was pain or anger, probably both. I readied my magic and loosed a bolt of condensed power at him, it hit him right in his chest. That was a mistake it seemed as he grabbed me and slammed me into the wall behind me over and over and over again. Then he dragged me up the wall and my damaged skin was torn so I left a trail of blood, then I was dragged across the ceiling until I was right over him. Then he lowered me to just above the bubble of heat and-”

“Woah, how did you stay awake through all that pain?” A nearby pink mare with a blonde mane whispered. Twilight sighed as she realised they’d been listening to them.

“Well I was about to get to that.” She answered.

“Oh, sorry. Please go on.” The mare whispered back. The party was rather quiet seeing as everypony was trying to hear the story.

“As I was saying,” Twilight began, “He was threatening to drop me into the bubble which would surely result in my demise. I only know about anything past the first three impacts because the princesses told me. I would have burned away in my sleep had not Celestia noticed the intent in his eyes when they met hers. She released the bubble and he dropped me onto his back.”

“Wouldn’t that burn?” Asked a pegasus stallion with a spiked up, dark blue mane.

“Yes but he started dragging cool air across me to protect me from the heat, I think his mane might be more resistant to heating as well.” Twilight responded.

“Cool.” A purplish blue pegasus mare with a spiky blue and white mane commented.

“Sort of, back to the story. Ahem, while I was still unconscious he jumped over to Luna and knocked her out with a single blow. She was okay though, and he stopped trying to fuse her with the floor after that. Then he walked behind Celestia and stopped crushing her, I really don’t think he would have killed her though, and got in position over her.”

“What for?” Asked a pale green unicorn mare with a light blue and white mane.

“He was going to mount her, in a sexual way.” Twilight supplied.

“Huuh!” The crowd around them whisper gasped.

“Don’t worry, it ends well.” Twilight reassured them.

“Whew.” They sighed in relief.

“He was close, so close she could feel the burning heat of his smoldering body. Then again you could feel that from a leg away, still. Yet one of the scariest parts was the silence, even though he was surely in agonizing pain he was totally silent. Celestia actually felt kinda bad for him, he was so injured. And he didn’t even want to do the thing he was about to.” Several heads tilted in confusion.

“What we didn’t know at the time was that he was a virgin, and where he came from they start even earlier than we do.”

“How soon?” Asked a stallion who could not be seen.

“Legally fourteen, usually eight.”

“Ewww...” The crowd whispered.

“Yes, savages. Now then, another thing was that where he come from there are two kinds of madness. The just plain crazy, like running around trying to cut off your own hooves, and then there’s the feral. It’s a disease or genetic defect that they’re all born with, if they lose their minds to great emotion or they are isolated for too long they start to change. It doesn’t just alter their minds and mannerisms, it mutates their genes. While the first might just be a wild thing, further down the line you’ll see greater physical mutation until you wouldn’t even know them to be related to the original species. And this was quite stressful for Havoc. He’d been dragged out of his homeworld, tortured by a botched examination spell, locked up in a prison designed to hold adolescent dragons, and he had no means of getting back to his Pandemonium of a planet. He was badly stressed already. But when he saw the princesses and they saw his... reproductive member, his newfound lust pushed him over the edge.”

“Why were they looking back there?” A nearby light blue unicorn mare with a blue and purple mane inquired.

“He had to go and his cell didn’t have a bathroom. They told him the floor would absorb it, when he tried to hide his stallionhood from them they told him to knock it off as they’d be seeing it eventually.” A round of “oh”s followed. The same mare remained curious.

“Well?”

“Well what?” Twilight asked.

“What was it like?”

“What was what like?”

“His, repo- reproc- his watchamacallit.”

“Why do you want to know?”

She rubbed the back of her head with a hoof as she answered, “Well... I was sorta wondering what the princess was about to be invaded by. I mean look at him! He’s huge! And I bet he’s pretty big back there too.”

“Well it was smooth, dark red, and the biggest one on record.” Jaws dropped.

“What? His phallus is proportional to his overall size, seeing as he’s the biggest equine in history he is therefore in possession of the biggest male reproductive member.” Twilight continued.

“How big would you say Twilight?” The same mare asked.

“I’d say about... a leg and a half of a hoof long?” The mare fainted at this. Luckily the ponies were so packed around them that she never hit the floor

“Yeesh. Who could he possibly... Oh. Right.” A nearby stallion came to a halt as he realized the stallion’s target in the story.

“Yes well that’s a rough estimate, he never seems to keep it out long enough for me to measure it. Well, at least it doesn’t stay outside of a body long enough for that. Back to the story. Now then, it was a close cut thing. Not just for her, also for him. The feral starts with a faint screaming and it gets louder over numerous months, for him it was growing louder with far greater speed than it should. She could feel the heat of his burnt claws as they reached down to grasp her. He pulled her hips up and mere seconds before he entered her, Rainbow Dash to the rescue. She slammed her forehooves into into his forehead and just beside his left eye, and grabbed me as she went by. She safely deposited me beside Luna as he fell on his right side. While he struggled to his hooves Celestia turned on the heat and he growled in outrage. With the growl he sent his first blast of pure, unrestrained, unshaped, power. Right at Celestia. She would have been a goner if not for Rainbow Dash swooping in and pulling her out of the way. As rainbow Dash got ready to charge, her eyes and Celestia’s met. They were in sync as she charged, just before she would have been scorched Celestia dispelled the heat. Havoc must have heard her or something because he opened his eyes, which were fused shut, just before she impacted his face. Apparently they sprayed blood as the skin, which was burnt together, tore as his eyes opened wide. Then there was a big thump as she rammed him in the side of the jaw and his temple. His head smacked into the wall as his body dropped, he left a nasty looking streak as it dragged down the wall to join his body on the floor.”

“Woooaaah.” Went the crowd,” Then what?” They asked. Their herd mentality had temporarily synchronized their minds.

“Then Celestia woke up Luna and I and we slid that ring down his horn. It was custom made for him so there wasn’t any trouble.” Twilight finished.

“Does that mean all three of you are married to him? Would being married really change him that much?” The group whisper spoke.

“No. It’s like a dog collar. It claims him as Equestria’s and let’s us know where he is. That’s all it does. We had to train and condition him for a while before he got to where he is.” She said before they asked if it did anything else. Twilight was, of course, lying through her teeth. She knew full well what it did. Thrash didn’t.

“Interesting.” He murmured.

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While this was going on Havoc was experiencing a most interesting slumber. It started out with the usual comforting darkness but soon turned into a series of dreams. He’d always had a rather troubled mind and his dreams tended to reflect that. As such, every dream he’d ever had was a nightmare. The two mighty entities messing with his head found this out the hard way. Chrysalis and Luna both tried to bend his mind in ways mutually favorable.

Havoc felt his eyes open, his dreams were always very vivid ,and looked around to see that he was in a deep trench. He knew it was deep because the top was past his head and his allies had to stand up to shoot. He heard gunfire and looked at his body to examine himself. He was in the old Ustulo Lux armor. That meant he was probably facing the Ligers. The Ligers were a nation who’d somehow pissed of the Al’ Hira, who were sometimes known as the Empire of the Blazing Sun, it was entirely likely that they’d insulted their sole emperor or said something bad about the sun they semi-worshipped. The Al’ Hira have had the same Emperor since their humble beginnings, and it has lasted well past a thousand years. They sometimes called the sun Sol and sometimes called the moon Selene, they had a near religion whose pantheon consisted of the sun, the moon, and the emperor. As such an insult to any of these bodies is reason enough to go to war for the bloodthirsty Al’ Hira.

The Ustulo Lux armor was heat treated, blood quenched, steel and forged in molds for maximum strength. A two piece cuirass laid over lorica segmentata, the lorica segmentata was strips of steel held together with attachments of bronze or copper. It provided reasonable protection for the torso and shoulders and acceptable flexibility. Beneath the lorica segmentata, a shirt made from the skin or fur of some unknown animal, sometime human, protected the legionnaires body from the tough metal shell. This shirt was black, to symbolize burning, and long sleeved to reach the wrists. Also worn was a soft pair of black pants that reached the ankles, underneath was grey underwear for the groin. The upper arms were protected by rerebraces that were clicked closed around the arm along the front, the forearms were protected by bracers of similar design. The hands were protected by gloves of the same hybrid material that lay underneath powered armor, gauntlets with spikes along the back of the the knuckles and the middle of the phalanx bones nearest to the palm. The thighs were protected by joint fused cuisses that clicked closed in the back, the lower legs(shins) were protected by greaves of similar design. The boots were also of the nameless material that lay beneath power armor and had plates of metal running along the top of the foot and a long band wrapped around the sole. The helmet protected the head fully and thinned around the ears to enable the soldier wearing to hear his commander with ease, it had a singular wide visor that was red from the outside to let the soldier see, it had small holes designed into the front to allow the soldier to breath mostly unhindered, and a pair of clamps to hold the jaw plate in place. Officers had a blood red leather skirt that reached the knees, their helms were also adorned with forward facing a blade crest.. The lorica segmentata was painted black, the other plates were painted white, in addition a red sun was painted on the forehead of the helmet. A soldier was rather distinct in the Ustulo Lux but that was partly the point. It was scary, easily noticed, and sent a very bad message to the enemy.

Havoc sat dazed as he saw his fellow crusaders standing and firing at intervals, then he heard a sound like the roar of a train going through a tunnel combined with that of a lion that rippled like the bleat of a goat. His fellow crusaders roared and began to charge up a dirt and corpse ramp next to him. A centurion saw him simply sitting there and addressed this immediately.

“Get up you big lug!” The smaller man bellowed as he gave him a swift kick to the chest and took a few steps back. It didn’t hurt but the ringing broke him from his stupor and he rose to his feet.

“That’s it ya monster! Now follow me, I’ll need your machine gun. Make sure you have iron rounds in.” The centurion said with glee. His chest plate was decorated with various medals that pierced a small strip of white cloth that hung around the upper portion of his chest. Havoc rose and checked the ammo belt that fed into his chaingun, he was indeed loading iron rounds. He nodded to his commander who waved him along as he ran up the ramp. Havoc just jumped over the ridge of the trench and kept pace. He breathed heavily as he followed the man across the battlefield. His commander made a gesture with his left hand and Havoc thumped ahead of him and started shooting. His bullets punched through the white, black striped, armor of the Ligers ahead of him. It made a slight whir that mixed with a sound like a throat being cleared rapidly as it released hard iron from its muzzle. The Ligers roared in pain as they were gunned down. Havoc kept up the storm until they stopped twitching and screaming, then the centurion stepped forwards and placed a bullet between the eyes of anyone that he deemed “not dead enough”. This was a legitimate concern for them as necro striders could be a serious problem for anyone. Necro striders are the result of a bacterium that lurks in various places, when the bacterium gets in it adapts to the host and starts to eat off hostile organisms that enter or already inhabit the body. When they reach the brain they have usually become so adapted to their environment that they cannot survive outside of their environment, this is an evolutionary adaptation. When they have fully infested the body they started to develop pods that contain a basic form of the bacterium. These pods are released by injury and waste. When the body ceases to truly live the bacterium will sacrifice countless members to “restart” the life processes of their precious host. They typically have minds that are more predatory and less intelligent due to damaged or corroded brain cells. They are also notoriously hard to kill. Only by sufficiently damaging the brain, which is the body’s control center, will you keep the things down. There is a reason certain areas within their territory are not inhabited by the Al’ hira, these areas are typically patrolled by Al’ hira soldiers in biohazard armor and powered armor from demigod and up.

The centurion marched ahead and Havoc followed close at his heels. He followed his commander to an advancing enemy tank, a tank that soon burst into flame with a mortar shot. They took cover in front of the dead tank and waited for survivors to come down the frontal assault ramp of the big vehicle. It swung down and a few screaming soldiers poured out. Havoc stepped before them and opened fire with his chaingun. Some were burning as he gunned them down mercilessly. He was joined by his smaller commander who opened fire with his autogun. Autogun was their word for the rifles that fired rapidly without the wielder having to press the trigger for every shot or having to reload with every bullet fired, basically they renaimed submachine guns in their ignorance. The pistol was mostly for executions or work that required more accuracy than bullets, the centurion’s pistol also fired rounds coated in liquid fire which made it perfect for killing necro striders. Havoc and the unknown centurion finished off the last twitching survivors when they entered the big vehicle and did a quick search. They soon abandoned the tank as they heard the roar of an approaching Sword Colossus.

Havoc followed his superior as they marched to another fight. This time it was mostly infantry and Havoc grinned under his helmet, he licked at his teeth and found them to be sharpened as they should be. He may not remember the battle but the pain of having his teeth ground into shape soon after his inception into the army never left his memory. He kept up the march and went on to kill at least three scores more of Ligers. He laughed despite knowing how they were slaughtering his brethren. He had arrived in time to watch a group of them butcher four squads of legionnaires, then he gunned down the Liger soldiers alongside three surviving squads. In the chaos of battle you never know if you’ll live. Havoc had long been an adrenaline junkie and had a taste for battle that was matched only by his more zealous, or crazy, brethren. He had gladly killed his own that dared to turn, he had in fact killed many of his oldest and closest friends. Havoc knew they likely would have done the same. If he was ordered to do something he typically did it, and sometimes the crime needed no order to guarantee the unfortunate's execution. Havoc thrilled in glory of battle, and he enjoyed this one as much as he enjoyed any other. He reveled in the blood as it sprayed from holes punched in bodies, felt great joy as he carved great rifts in flesh with his sword, and laughed madly as he stood atop piles of dead to keep killing. As an airplane fell towards him he fired his last bullets at it until he hit something vital.

It exploded and the nose split open well before it was upon him. He smiled as the pure happiness he felt when killing washed over him as he saw the shredded occupants of said plane falling from the rent he had made. He did not move from his position on a pile of dead, both Al’ hira and Liger, which in turn covered a destroyed tank as the plane fell towards him. He did not particularly care if it killed him. His commander, however, shivered in fear while pressed closely against him in the hope that the psychopath’s bulk would shield him from the descending vessel. It’s great shearing sides were well clear of them though the back of the cockpit stopped mere feet from Havoc’s head. He sighed happily before reaching up and ripping out the door. He lifted his commander to the hole before jumping up to follow, he struggled through the door as it was not built to accommodate beings of his size. When he finally pulled his legs through, tearing the door wider just to get his shoulders through, he dragged himself from the doorway and sat to catch his breath. He found himself to be on the verge of hyperventilation and worked to slow his rapid breaths. The world grew dimmer as his pupils shrank and adrenaline stopped flooding his veins.

“Come on, something doesn’t feel right.” He heard the centurion call from somewhere above. He nodded and followed the the light tapping of his commander’s metal protected fingers as they tapped against a wall. He slung his spent gun across his back before beginning his climb. When he met up with the man he drew his sword, he could climb well enough with one hand. He followed through the corridors and eventually smelled something, it reminded him of brimstone mixed with methane. He snorted and he heard something snort back. His eyes widened as his head turned to find a pair of slavering jaws just beginning to come through a doorway that lacked a door. He felt his pupil’s expand as bloodlust and fear mixed, one telling him to run and the other telling him to leap at it with a roar. His commander noted the halted motion and turned to face the thing. It had a long snout that ended in a shape reminiscent of a predatory saurian. There was a crest of bone that ran its length until it reached a little past the things eyes. They were blue and had great circular pupils, Havoc hated that color. Blue eyes had always freaked him out, at least on humans, and for some reason they carried the same qualities as those of man. Its teeth were like great daggers that jutted from its jaw and its skin was mottled red. It licked its teeth as it looked upon Havoc and he got an odd feeling from that act. Somehow it was more unsettling than the usual hunger looks he got from predators, bigger or more vicious humans included.

It made a noise like metal beings punctured as it moved and Havoc noted that its claws did indeed penetrate the metal. Which explained how it was coming at them upside down. He waved his sword menacingly at it but what lips it had merely pulled back in what Havoc could swear was a smile. Havoc’s people do not bare their teeth when the smile, such is a threat. Havoc carefully took a widespread stance as it began to circle them from above. Its apparent intellect halted the centurion as he trained his autogun on the things very visible eyes. It dropped down behind them with a thump and Havoc twisted to face it, he swung his sword in a horizontally angled arc as its jaw came at his face. The things claws slammed the blade aside and the great slavering maw gripped his cranium. Not a bad way to die really, then he saw its bruised purple tongue licking around his head. It struck him as interesting, it was possibly looking for the latches that held his helm to his head. He coughed as its foul breath entered his helmet alongside saliva, it smelled of rotting meat.

He vaguely heard an agonized roar and the thing chuckled. He heard it grunt in pain at something as he was swung about and finally the sound of the autogun died. He supposed his centurion was dead now and awaited his fate. He couldn’t fight the thing, it was far stronger than him. He couldn’t get at its eyes, they were well out of its reach. He couldn’t bite it from inside his helmet and he giggled at the thought of the painful modification to help him fight being rendered useless by something meant to protect him. He felt himself being carried away to some other part of the plane and wondered how it carried him. It was rather thin despite its five and a half meter length, and two of those meters were tail. At some point they came to a stop and he heard what sounded like a sigh of relief from the thing. It may well be descended of ferals. Then he vaguely felt its claws scraping across his armor and realised that was very bad, very, very, very bad indeed. He struggled against its claws as they ran across him and it laughed around his head. He was slammed into a corner of some sort and his limbs held down as what he believed to be fore claws raked at his armor with greater effect. He began to whimper as he felt his armor disintegrating beneath its ministrations.

He felt his chest grow cooler and shuddered in fear. Ferals weren’t just abominations, nor were they mere beasts. They were smart enough to know their origins in many cases. And that was often very bad for those they took prisoner. Sometimes they kept them as food, uncaring of the latent cannibalism. Some took pleasure in torturing their captives, either for the sheer fun of it or to avenge some believed ancestor who was supposedly left out as they viewed all reasonably regular humans to be equally responsible for their present circumstance. At times they took normals as slaves, or worse still for the purpose of reproduction. The horrors they were capable of were at times so terrible as to be thought unspeakable. This was what scared Havoc so that he began to call out to any being that would listen, he knew nothing would hear him through the salivating cave so he called out with his min.

The jaws released their gentle grip on his head and the claws began to pry at his armor. He struggled, thrashing his head as they took hold. He even tried to impale himself on their sharp tips in his desperation to escape. Death was better than what awaited him. It finally tore his helmet into pieces and got them far from his reach, then it looked into his eyes from behind its meter long jaws. Long but thin, yet strong enough to crush metal. He whimpered as it turned its gaze lower. He tried to kick anything he could, but failed as its long legs kept it well beyond Havoc’s reach. It turned its body to reach at his lower parts Havoc screamed in the hope of hurting it ears. It did not react. It quickly tore his leg armor apart and tossed aside the shredded remnants of his cuirass. He shivered in fear.

A lone claw descended towards his crotch and he awaited painful maiming. It tore carefully and he felt himself exit the confines of his underwear, he kept his eyes closed as the thing hissed with unidentifiable emotion. He felt tears leaking from his yes and shook his head painfully hard to clear them. He opened them to find the things muzzle just before his face, its head tilting to the side in what may have been curiosity. Malevolence was clear in its eyes as it bared what teeth weren’t visible in a great smile. Havoc snarled and bared his own in challenge. It slammed a fore claw beside his head and he furrowed his brow defiantly. Its feet left his arms and were immediately replaced by its mighty talons, Havoc was confused at this point. Didn’t it plan to maim and torture him with his fore claws? Perhaps it was going to mercifully gut him with its rear claws. One poised to tear him and he kept up the defiant look, he was hoping it would end like this. He was all too wrong.

Something grey sprayed from between its legs onto him, then its leg securely pinned down one of his own. Then its hand took the place of its other foot and it too descended to pin his thrashing limb. The liquid burned him, it burned horribly. The thing looked smug at the pain he endured. The liquid ran down his stomach and between, as well as along, his legs. He roared in agony and the thing merely spilled more of its awful breath onto his face, now it was joined by saliva. He soon shut his mouth for fear of the stuff getting inside of him. He simply breathed rapid, shallow, breaths as it lowered its face just before his. It savored his pain as the fluid burned him. It extended its bruised purple tongue to lick his skin and washed over his tightly shut eyes with vigor. Then he felt the burning pain change. He felt a less familiar but more recent pain and his eyes shot open. He saw its skin shifting as its hips lowered towards his, saw a thin hole exposed and raged against his mind. He suspected his recent activities had influenced his sick mind to produce this nightmare. He shook his head and burning tears leaked out. He begged the gods for aid, he begged the goddesses, he begged the emperor. He didn’t want- this?

Suddenly he was marching at the head of an army. He was now in the standard armor of the empire. The metal was all fire blackened steel. A grey long sleeve and equally grey pants covered his skin, he never did find out where the hide and cloth for the stuff came from. His chest was protected by a two piece cuirass that clicked shut along the bottom. His shoulders by arrowhead like pauldrons that were attached to the cuirass by swivel clamps. His forearms were covered by bracers that had slight extension across the elbow for jabbing, they shut along the forward edge of his arms. His lower legs were protected by greaves that had slight extensions over the knees for kneeing opponents, they closed along the back of his calves. His feet were covered by strong rubber and leather boots with metal edging along the soles and spikes running down the soles themselves. They had leather laces that he’d carefully tied, he knew too many who had died because their shoelaces were untied or not tied well enough. His helmet had two lenses for the eyes and of course the same separate headphones on the sides that all Al’ hira armor shared. In front of his mouth was a microphone and it connected to a speaker that allowed him to communicate with those without the helmets. His commanders could hear every word he said through that microphone, as could nearby allies.

He looked about the rank he was a part of and noticed they were all larger than average. He marched alongside a female he recognized as Lithe. Females were easily identified due to the way Al’ hira armor was designed, it was designed to match the figure of the wearer and as such females breasts were often rather noticeable.He didn’t know what her name meant but he did know that she was armed with a small autocannon. Though why the smaller female specialised in the use of such a large weapon baffled him. He remembered her well, they had often slept together. Not in the Equestrian way, they literally slept together. She knew he wouldn’t try anything with her and as such felt safe with the male who was over half a foot taller than the seven foot female. She often cuddled up against him, he didn’t mind the presence of the attractive female. She was built lean and muscular, had golden eyes, straight white hair that reached past her shoulder blades, shiny white teeth, yellowish skin (which was common), an average proportioned and elvishly pointy nose (though in his world elves were thought of as far scarier than our equivalent, pretty or nice to look at, certainly easy on the eyes, but scary all the same), large breasts, and she had his peoples naturally unblemished skin. Havoc was in some ways blessed to be such a bastion of celibacy back then. He remembered this battle well, he was often paired with Lithe in part because of similar size but mostly because his chaingun went well with her autocannon, and was horrified by what was to come. He saw a slight lump in the dirt ahead and shot at it until it exploded.

“Mines!” He roared. His comrades began to scan with eyes and sensors for the devices. Soon explosions were frequent as they shot the devastating devices. The line of giants never slowed and their great strides brought them ever closer to the Pureblood fortress the assailed. The giants lead a wave of infantry because missiles and mortars were shot out of the sky while tanks and powered armor just stopped once they went past a certain point. They didn’t know why but had already prepared a solution. He saw the turrets turning towards them and began to shoot at the tough bubbles with guns sticking out of them. His iron rounds bounced off of the tough transparent fortress. The main reason Purebloods were both rare and very hard to kill was due to spending much of their lives in these super fortresses. Havoc turned his gun to other parts in the hope of damaging something. The line marched inexorably onwards, most of the mines were dead but the few unnoticed were devastating and blew great holes in the ranks. Havoc finally drew the attention of the Purebloods when he shot at a specific panel. He knew he had their attention because a three limbed robot emerged from a hidden port above it and charged him. He turned his chaingun on the robot and roared in bloodlust and fury as it kept coming. A quartet of gun arms emerged from its chest and started shooting at him, submachine guns poured bullets into his chestplate. He staggered but the impacts had yet to penetrate, so he kept shooting.

Soon he hissed as metal bullets began to make deep dents in his armor. Eventually he hit something vital and the robot began to limp at him while billowing smoke from its chest, the smoke curled around it body and left a thin trail. Within seconds of this wounding it was upon him. He broke the line and ran at it as it closed, still firing. It grabbed his arm with one arm and his gun with the other, it proceeded to rip his gun from his grip and slam him headfirst into the ground. Seconds later it reeled back from an autocannon shot and Havoc rose with a moan of pain to grab it by its leg and swing it into the ground. He pulled out his sword and stabbed it up through it visible mechanical guts into its head. It scraped furrows into his armor with its death throes. Havoc nodded to Lithe before retrieving his gun and getting back in line. He whimpered in pain caused by the damage to his neck and lithe looked over to him.

“You need a medic?” She asked. While her voice was deeper than that of the typical female it was still quite feminine.

“I don’t, ow, know. My neck really hurts.” He replied.

“Fix it, I’ll cover for you.”

“You, nng, sure?”

“I can keep up the damage you were doing with ease, pretty easy to top nothing.” She said with a chuckle. Havoc released air as he slung his gun over his shoulder and reached up to grasp his neck. He felt at it and with a quick diagnosis snapped it into place. He hissed with pain. Then he reached back and grabbed his chaingun and resumed firing. He hit the weak point again and yet more robots rushed him, three this time. Lithe started shooting at them, turning from the turret she had just destroyed to aid her comrade. One dropped dead from her careful shots, another limped. The third didn’t seem too bothered by it missing chunk of chest and Havoc had to pull his sword on it. He executed the other with his chaingun, after kicking it onto its back, with a sustained burst from his gun. He noted similar war machines running at various soldiers across the line. He saw a mortar shot coming and instinctively ran ahead, he just made it into the survival zone as it hit.

“Aaaaaarrrghh!!” He roared as he was knocked down by the massive impact. He rose shortly with a pained wince and charged at the position. His armor was burning his skin through the clothing, numerous shards of shrapnel and damaged armor penetrated his back, and he could smell his flesh burning. He roared incomprehensible gibberish as he increased speed in his run. He had learned the best place to shoot so when a lone machine charged him he simply rammed his gun into its chest and kept shooting as he arced it overhead, he hardly slowed as he did this. He stopped shooting and whipped out his sword with his left hand. He jammed the blade into a gap and pried the panel free. He fired the last of his chain into the mechanisms beneath and turned as he saw the turret turn to face him. He roared as he charged it, sword held ahead of him, only to be gunned down by the massive barrel that pointed to him.

He awoke from the darkness to feel miserable, his chest was punctured and his sword was in chunk around him. A shard attached to the hilt was impaling his chest and he felt it slicing at his insides as he rose. He roared foolishly as he charged once more, the pilot inside failed to recognize his threat as he or she was preoccupied with the waves of infantry charging from afar. Havoc pounded on the bubble madly until he realised he was getting nowhere. He looked to the shard in his chest and ripped it out quickly, he jammed it into a joint and pushed it in. He pulled out and made a little room, he slid it higher and repeated this process. He stopped when the blade broke off. Then he turned the the long gap he had made and slid his fingers in. He pulled as hard as he could and felt the metal slowly giving. The pilot desperately tried to turn but the shard in its mechanisms halted it.

“Raaaaaaaahhhh!” Havoc cried as he pulled it open. The pilot disconnected from the numerous wires that connected him to his machine and turned a pistol to Havoc’s damaged helm. Havoc grabbed the man’s hand and pulled him out, ignoring the bullets that impacted his gauntlet. He slammed the man into the ground and placed a foot upon his chest and let his weight compress the highly advanced chestplate his foe wore. He reached down with his free hand and pulled at the man’s head. His pure and healthy enemy began to scream as Havoc tore at him. Havoc laughed with madness and childish joy as he slowly beheaded the man. His foes head ripped free in a spray of gore and Havoc held the bleeding trophy high, the blood dripped down on his helm from above. Then something smashed into the back of his head and the world was gone.

Havoc groaned as he awakened, still in his dream, at an unknown time. He looked about and saw machinery and a few men and women who kept grinning as they looked down on him.

“How do you feel?” Asked a dark skinned man, his skin was some shade of brown and his eyes were yellow.

“Braagh!” Havoc went as he puked off the side of his bed. A nearby man eagerly took notes of this.

“Interesting... Get up soldier.” The man commanded, he almost immediately donned goggles with dark blue lenses and rims and straps embedded with machinery.

Havoc swung his naked feet of the side and looked at his chest. He groaned as he saw the metal in his chest. It was visible over four of his right ribs, the middle ones, and he saw it scattered around that section. He touched it and and winced slightly as he got used to the odd feeling. He could feel his bones beneath. He knew the scientists were taking notes though he heard them not, they were scribbling on data slates with electropens. He rose to his feet, the doctor/surgeon/scientist outranked him. He looked over at the man in his red armor and white man skirt. On his chest plate and the sides of his man skirt, the symbol of the Al’ hira was emblazoned. A machine handed him a large chunk of metal and he held it with ease, he was surprised at how light it felt.

“Well done sir! Your machine works perfectly!” A nearby female said as he rest of the room stomped their right feet in approval.

“Since you’re fit to fight you’ll be in the last wave. You’re fortunate to have had an ally such as yours. She told me she dragged your heavy form all the way here, seconds before she dropped dead from bloodloss.” Havoc was saddened by the doctors words.

“Now give the metal back.” The scientist ordered. Havoc did so. “And here’s your identifier.” The dark man said as he handed him a silver card inscribed in white and blue. He dutifully took the card and exited the large tent as a new patient was carried in on a stretcher. He limped until he fully regained feeling in his legs and feet, then he jogged to the armorer. The armorer sat in front of a large vehicle, which held the army’s armor and weaponry. Havoc held his card out to the man.

“Ahh yes, that one. Had to get you a new suit since that one’s too mangled to be used again so quickly.” The armorer said after scanning his card with his mechanical left eye. He reached back and waved his machinery enhanced hand across a screen and the machine opened up. Out came a series of machine limbs that held a new suit of armor, as well as clothing, for Havoc. He placed his card on the armorer’s desk and pulled on the boxer briefs first, then the pants, followed by the shirt. Next he put on the armor. He raised the chest piece over his head and placed it on his frame. Then he clicked it closed at the bottom. He grabbed his boots and put his bare feet inside of each before tying the laces. Next he grabbed his greaves and clicked them on too. He grabbed the grey gloves and pulled them onto his hands and felt them out. When he was satisfied he took hold of the bracers and carefully put them on. Now he took each pauldron and clamped them to the cuirass. finally he grasped his helmet and almost reverently slid it onto his cranium. His pulled the straps at the bottom along bottom, near the jaws, together and they combined with a click.

With his armor on the machine limbs retracted and out came his weaponry. He was surprised to see a chainsword. He quickly grasped the blade and pressed on the activation rune. It roared to life and he grinned under his helm. Chainswords were notorious for making a mockery of light armor and being a serious threat to heavy armor. He pressed the activation rune again and it stopped it spinning. He grabbed the sheath by the belt it was currently attached too and carefully placed the chainsword on the armorers desk. He clasped the belt and picked up the chainsword, he slid it into its sheath and felt joy at the killing he could accomplish with this thing. He grabbed his new chaingun and looked over it quickly, everything seemed to be in order so he reached out and grabbed a belt of steel rounds. He opened the breech and placed the first bullet inside, the gun gripped the bullet and he closed the breech. The breech panel separated to allow the belt to further supply ammo.

He took hold of the box the belt fed into and strapped it to his back. The ammo box was thin but long and moderately wide. The straps were designed to go around a warrior’s back. He hefted his gun in one hand and reached for his dagger. He grabbed the strap and lay the gun along the floor on two support struts. He tied the sheathed weapon around his thigh by its strap before reaching up to take his pistol. He grabbed the straps and clasped it onto his belt. He picked up his chaingun and rose to his full height before reaching over to grab his identifier, he slid it into its place on his belt.

“Hurry over to the staging area, the final wave launches soon.” The armorer suggested and Havoc nodded his assent before running off to do his part.

He soon arrived behind the soldiers who spared him but a glance before returning their eyes to the demigod armored centurion. He stood ahead of them for a moment before raising his right arm. The soldiers readied themselves for the desperate sprint. The arm dropped and the soldiers dashed forwards, fronts held low to minimize wind resistance. They were silent as they charged, most knew from years in the slums and wilds that to reveal yourself with noise was to die. The slums and wilds comprised much of the empire and were the main source of soldiers. Mortars and heavy bullets blasted into the mass but the fallen were ignored unless they were a direct hindrance, then they were vaulted over or shoved aside. They each attempted to avoid the bullets and shells that flew at them in their hunger for blood. They were soon upon the walls and Havoc noted that the horde had made a gap for him. He increased speed and sprinted ahead to slam into a gap, shoulder first. It tore open and he stumbled inside, soon he was being swept forwards by the mass of his fellow warriors

He rushed ahead shooting anything that didn’t have his people’s distinct armor, many pureblood guardians rushed out to defend their own. Many died. Soldiers crashed into them with howls, screams, roars, and silence alike. Havoc ripped through numerous guardians with his gun as the horde around him began to spread out throughout the fortress. Soon he was with but three of his fellows. They rushed down a corridor to find eight guardians, the guardians were armored in blue and they were fully covered. Dark grey clothing was evident around and beneath the solid blue, the helmets made no noise despite fully enclosing the head without any obvious air holes or filtration. They shot at Havoc and his compatriots with long submachine guns that spat red bullets. The bullets burned as they penetrated his armor and Havoc hissed in pain as he fired back. His steel penetrated their armor where it was not so heavy and he wondered what it was composed of. As he swept his gun across the group his allies shot and died as they were shot in turn and the hall was riddled with ricochet scars. Now but a single man limped alongside Havoc and he slowed his pace He reached down to support the man with his left hand and his comrade gratefully accepted.

They walked together watching for enemies, they came upon a pile of Al’ hira bodies and continued. They soon found the creator of the pile as they came to a sparking doorway, in between the doors was a dea Al’ hira soldier. Havoc walked up to the doors and after leaning his comrade against a wall he grabbed one and slammed it back into the wall. He walked back to his comrade and held him again. Havoc went ahead, leaning to pass, and gently pulled his comrade through. They turned a corner and his comrade died by a bullet between the eyes. Havoc looked at their enemy and found him to be but a boy with a pistol. He stood before a group of women and younger children and shivered in his ill-fitting armor as he tried to shoot his now empty gun. Havoc calmly stalked forwards and slung his gun over his shoulders. He drew his sword with his right hand and activated it, the boy began to shiver as he heard the roar.

“Heheheheheheheh...” Havoc chuckled darkly as the boy threw the gun aside in favor of a large glowing knife. Havoc’s head tilted to the side in interest. When he came in range he lazily swung his sword and to his amazement the teeth scraped across the knife, the blow drove the boy to his knees all the same. He stepped on the boy’s chest and the boy fell to his back. The young man stabbed him in the side of his leg and Havoc laughed at the pain of the hot blade penetrating his tough armor and muscle. Havoc raised his sword high to disembowel the boy and a woman ran at him screaming. Instead of attacking she just grabbed his chest and cried.

“Please! I-I know you!” She cried. Havoc was confused but the boy reacted by halting his repeated stabbing.

“You killed my husband! I saw you! You ripped his emplacement open and pulled him out, you ripped his head off! Please, you’ve already taken my husband don’t take my son as well!” She pleaded. The boy began to whimper. Havoc kept his sword ready. He was here to kill, not negotiate.

“Take me instead! I shall take the blade for my son’s life!” She begged.

Havoc turned his eyes upon her. She wasn’t bad looking. But he accepted the deal as she stated it. He grabbed her around the throat and held her high with one hand. She struggled for air.

“Momma, no!!!” The boy screamed and resumed his stabbing with new vigor. Havoc drove the blade into her stomach then up her chest before throwing her aside and taking his foot from the boy’s chest. The women and children were screaming in fear. He grabbed the boy and slammed him into a nearby wall to stop his stabbing. The blow jolted the boy and he missed.

“Your life is mine now boy! Don’t make your mother’s sacrifice in vain!” He roared into the young man’s face. He tried to stab but Havoc slapped it away with his roaring sword. He let the boy slide down to the floor, then he watched as he scrambled over to his rapidly dying mother. He could hear him sobbing as a few of Havoc’s allies came in, drawn by the screaming. Havoc barred their passage with the length of his blade, he knew they were intending to rape and steal. But these were Havoc’s slaves now, and he didn’t approve of others making use of his property without his permission.

The scene violently transitioned into something new. He recognized the halls of the palace and for some reason everything looked... bigger. Sort of like when he’d temporarily shape shifted. He didn’t know why he was running but he was. He felt less bulky though, like he was missing a lot of muscle. His legs were certainly thinner and his muzzle was a little shorter and thinner He looked at his sides and his were looked more graceful. His side also somehow seemed wrong, they were feminine. Sort of, it was hard to judge another species at times. He saw guards closing in and this sent terror into him for reasons he could not explain. He poured on additional speed and they began to fall behind. Then a pair slammed into him from ahead, he almost laughed at the feeble effort but then he was knocked onto his back. He kicked them off and a net landed on him from above. He struggled against it pointlessly. He was soon tangled up and screamed in outrage, or possibly fear.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!!!” He was surprised by how female he sounded, his voice was definitely higher pitched. He snorted and it came out more like a soft breath, he snorted harder and he heard a squeak. A freaking squeak! The royal guards chuckled at that, they were definitely bigger than he remembered. That or he was smaller.

“Think we should take advantage of this situation Golden Gleam?” Asked a unicorn standing nearby.

“Nah, though it has been so long since I’ve had alicorn I’m tempted. Ever since she lost her power to the sisters they’ve been rather negligent. Heck, ever since this former stallion completed the trials Celestia’s been neglecting us. Really, I’m kinda pissed now that I think about it. And when they turned on her and took what made her powerful... They’ve been so busy with her that they practically ignore their loyal soldiers. But we mustn’t mess up. Celestia likes her clean of stallion stains. Heh, your f*****.you know that? And to think you used to mop the floor with us.” The pegasus grinned as he said that last part, “Drag her to her chambers. Maybe we’ll get a reward. My head really f****** hurts since they altered us so I want to hurry this up as much as possible. Maybe take some aspirin.” They complied and Havoc wondered what all that meant. What did he mean by “altered”, what did he mean when he said the princesses stole his strength, what did he mean when he called Havoc a female?!

They soon arrived at the princesses chambers and Havoc saw Celestia was much bigger than he remembered, in part because of his new perspective and in part because she was literally larger. That’s when Havoc noticed that they were all larger, The Royal Guards and the princess both. Not by much but enough to notice. Havoc whimpered without meaning to and the slightly more muscular Celestia grinned, this act revealing draconic teeth and Havoc’s eyes widened.

He- rather she struggled to gain freedom as Celestia’s hooves descended to pin her down.

“Brought her fast, hard, and sweaty mistress. Just the way you like her.” One of the soldiers said with a salute.

“Excellent work soldier. You and your unit stay right out there ‘K?” Celestia replied and her voice felt like it was crawling into Havoc’s ears. It felt like rain beating in her skull and it was most unpleasant.

The guards nodded and they returned to their unit. Celestia dragged her in and closed the door. She pulled off the net and Havoc hid behind the bed.

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.

“Aww, Havoc baby! You wound me. Don’t try to get away, you know there’s no escape. And there’s no point in hiding either, especially not in here. Besides I can see you.” Havoc grudgingly stood out in the open after that. For some reason she couldn’t look Celestia in her eyes, in fact she felt fear but her shame was vastly greater. She couldn’t explain it.

“Now give us a kiss dear.” Celestia ordered. Her pupils became slitted as she said this, Havoc noticed as she raised her head and slowly walked closer. Celestia didn’t feel like waiting however and rushed up and pulled her into the tongue kiss. Celestia’s tongue stroked and writhed around Havoc’s own. Havoc felt tears escaping their ducts and wondered why. It was just a kiss, he had done far worse with Celestia in the past. Then her hooves reached around to grope Havoc’s rear end. Celestia soon released the kiss with a sigh of pleasure.

“Aaaah, that was nice. Now onto business, turn around.” Celestia ordered with a sharp toothed smile.

“What?” Havoc asked in confusion.

“I said turn around. Come on, you know the drill by now.”

“Why would I turn around?”

“Haah...” Celestia sighed in annoyance as she turned Havoc around so fast her head spun. Then Celestia’s hooves were in front of Havoc’s hips and She seemed to get a little heavier as she gripped Havoc.

“Don’t you remember? We took all that made you powerful. Apparently your stallionhood made you strong, and by that I mean everything that made you a stallion. Everything. We used it to enhance ourselves and our high ranked soldiers. Even the elements were made into god’s by a little of your essence. And now I’m going to service you like you did me when you were male. I promise it will only hurt a lot.” Celestia answered before shoving herself in. Havoc screamed in pain as the organ penetrated her vagina, Celestia had very good aim seeing as Havoc wasn’t open at the time. Celestia forced herself all the way in and moaned in pleasure. Then she slid mostly out and shoved herself in again, Havoc screamed in pain again. This was not something she knew how to deal with. Even if she still had her resistance to pain or her ability to fight through it she wouldn’t have been able to contain the scream of pain. Celestia began to rut her in earnest and she screamed in agony with thrust. It went on for an indeterminate time and Havoc felt yet more tears going down her face. She had no idea that this was what it felt like on the receiving end. How could they enjoy this? Maybe they were just used to it.

Celestia didn’t stop until she/it came. Havoc felt the hot liquid shooting against her womb and shuddered with a mix of disgust and unwanted pleasure. Celestia was rather large it seemed, every time she pushed all the way in Havoc felt full in a way she had never imagined. Then she pulled out and reared up on her hind legs.

“Come on turn around, before I decide to go for sloppy seconds.” Havoc turned around and stared at the large pale pink organ. It slowly shrank.

“Now that’s it’s small enough, it’s time for some oral. By that I mean for you to suck it, lick, it etc. You know what I’m saying?” Havoc hesitantly brought her head closer, she lacked the willpower to disobey. Which was in part due to the ring which burned against her horn. She was glad she was already crying as she saw her blunt teeth. The thing tasted foul. Like minerals, gems, meat, and the awful flavor of semen. Havoc did as ordered and licked the organ clean as she took its length into her mouth. She began to bob her head as she’d seen Celestia sort of do and it sent more of the organ into her mouth. She felt sick as she did this. She kept going and applied suction, Celestia made a little cry as Havoc worked. After the third time taking its full length into her throat Celestia came again and Havoc tried to pull free, but Celestia’s strong hooves held her head down on it and she was forced to swallow it lest she drown in the foul stuff.

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I have never been on the receiving end of this s*** and don’t want to be. I do not know what that crap tastes like and never intend to try, nor have I gone to the trouble of asking girls about that. I’m working off second or third hand descriptions from books that I didn’t know had the content for the female perspectives so if I get it wrong feel free to correct me. That is all.
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When Celestia had spent all of its reproductive fluid she released Havoc who coughed and gagged. She strained to catch her breath and Celestia spoke as she began to even her breaths.

“Good job my pretty! Indeed, you did so well that I’m gonna go again!”

Havoc gasped at this. Celestia turned her around with her wing claws and was soon inside her again. She cried out in pain once more. Celestia just held her here for a moment. Letting her feel the throbbing, twitching, organ inside her as it enlarged and soon she could feel it pressing against her uterus, once again she felt that peculiar fullness that was in no way associated with food. Then Celestia began to thrust again and Havoc’s screams became far quieter. It hurt but it was starting to become somewhat-

“Urk!” Havoc went as she felt a release. It was warm and the liquid was soothing as it spilled out. It further lubricated the slimy shaft that penetrated her and she felt her body reacting. Yet more shame was felt with this. Havoc did not know if this was what the Hell that odd little man spoke of was like but if it was then it was a terrible place indeed. Celestia groaned in pleasure and increased its pace.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahahh!” Havoc went as Celestia pounded her harder. Celestia just kept going! Eventually it came and Havoc felt the pulsating organ twitching as Celestia ground its hips against her and released its sperm in jets that sprayed inside and against her uterus. She shook for a moment as this set her off again.

“There’s the Havoc I know! Now what’s my girl gonna do next?” Celestia asked with its head right next to Havoc’s.

“The... The other one?” She tentatively answered.

“And what is the other one called?” Celestia asked with a triumphant grin.

“The palace window?” Havoc guessed as horror dawned on her.

“Good girl! Now brace yourself, it feels better for me when you clench up like you always do.” Celestia said as it pulled out and entered through the hole that was not designed to be entered. It hurt. It hurt even more than Havoc thought anything could hurt. She felt her insides tearing, blood ran down Celestia’s length as it slowly forced its way inside. Celestia gasped with pleasure at this feeling. Celestia forced itself all the way in and gripped Havoc tightly as it came. Havoc felt awful yet warm as the stuff shot into her. She almost puked in fact.

“Aaaahh, that’s the stuff.” Celestia moaned and began her thrusting at a slower pace. Havoc screamed in pain throughout it, she didn’t stop screaming until Celestia pulled out after releasing another shot. Celestia pulled a big cigar over and lit it with a glance. It started to smoke the cigar and smiled around it as it looked upon Havoc’s shivering form.

“Luna will be here for her turn in five, four, three, two, one...” Luna appeared in a flash of blue. She was larger and had a pair of long canines in addition to her regular dragon teeth. She sauntered over to Havoc and grinned.

“Dearest sister, she appears to be ready.” She said. Apparently Celestia was still a girl.

“Indeed, now go ahead and have your turn sister.” Luna happily obliged and pulled Havoc over to the bed.

“Up, up, up little one. I don’t feel like waiting for you to pull yourself together this time around.” Havoc crawled onto the bed and Luna positioned her with her legs splayed and her rear high. Luna thought for a moment and turned her around, she kept her in that position however. Luna grabbed her head with a hoof and pulled it to her recently formed stallionhood, Havoc’s tortured mind came to the conclusion that it must be a spell at work for her to still be a female. Havoc’s open mouth was pressed around the long object.

“You know what to do slave.” Luna said with a smile. Havoc did what she did for Celestia and Luna too came. Luna however made sure to shoot it into her mouth where Havoc would have to taste it as well as put more effort into saving her life. When she was satisfied with Havoc’s grimace after pulling out she turned Havoc back around and promptly entered her marehood.

“NNng.” Was all the noise Havoc made at first. Luna paused for a moment when she had fully entered, to savor the feeling of her muscle at it twitched inside. Then she energetically screwed Havoc. She pounded and pounded and pounded, she also made sure to rub at her cutie marks with her wings. This increased the internal heat Havoc felt and she came swiftly. She now seemed to have a rather low threshold for pleasure. The organ slammed her insides, Havoc was very tight. Likely a trait of the species. She came again as she felt Luna chewing at her throat with her sharp teeth, it hurt but it somehow felt good. Havoc’s nightmares were always very vivid and Havoc felt everything that happened in them.

Soon Luna shot her biological matter into Havoc and this set Havoc off yet again and she cried out as her head reared back automatically.

“A’ a gir’” Luna said through the piece of neck in her mouth.

And then she switched holes. Havoc had healed and tightened right back up so it hurt just as much as the first time. She made feminine grunts with every slam, she felt herself orgasm again and felt even more shame. Soon the tightness overwhelmed Luna and despite her efforts she released. The thick fluid spilled down Havoc’s inner thighs as it leaked out.

Luna let her head drop to the bed and stumbled off to talk to her sister for a bit. Out of nowhere Fluttershy appeared. Havoc looked at her hopefully but she just glared back sternly. Then Havoc saw the grey thing hanging between her legs and pleaded for her not to do what she thought she was going to do. Fluttershy grinned evilly as she nodded and pulled Havoc’s head up. She was smaller than the princesses by far but also moved much faster than they did. She still made it part way down Havoc’s throat and released the fluid into Havoc’s mouth. She didn’t even bother to drink the nasty stuff, she just let it drip onto the bed. She hoped it stained the bed permanently. Fluttershy pulled Havoc’s hips around and mounted quickly. She made use of the vagina first. Thrusting quickly, but not fast enough to seem rushed, until she pushed as deep as she could and shot fluid into Havoc’s depths. Then she switched holes and it was almost pleasant, it certainly didn’t hurt. Fluttershy’s rapid motions soon brought her, and Havoc as well, to an ejaculation. Fluttershy slipped out and sat further back on the bed, panting from her exertions.

Luna and Celestia smiled down on her then. One pair of wing claws grabbed her and pulled her off the bed. She was held up before Celestia while Luna got behind her.

“And now the grand finale, we do so love bonding like this.” Celestia said as she and Luna pushed in simultaneously. This felt strange. She could... Feel the pressure from both on her insides. They did not hesitate to keep going. Then when she was about to make a rather loud and high pitched scream, Fluttershy flew up and gagged her. With her false phallus of course. And then it was a blur of sex and shame until she was laying on the ground quivering, and stained with their male reproductive fluid. She heard the door open and saw the light. Then something intangible dragged her across the room and tossed her out.

“Do whatever you want to her, it’s your reward for a job well done.” Celestia called out. Havoc had just made an attempt to stand when they swarmed her. Then yet another blur of pain and lust went by until she was lying in a puddle of blood, male fluid, and female fluid. She was actually managing to cry after all that. Everything hurt, everything. They were in a circle around her back to back. She managed to get to her feet and, with a pained yelp, hop over them. She carefully walked off, wincing with every step. Then Chrysalis appeared before her.

“Not you too.” She whimpered. Chrysalis looked apologetic.

“I’m sorry, really. All the same I’m really saving you a lot of time and pain. If I didn’t appear now you’d have to go through quite a bit more, not to mention you’d have to fly or walk all the way to my new hive.” Then she pounced, flipping Havoc onto her back. “So consider this a favor, and remember that I tried to help you.”

“Hmm, now where to start. First let’s fix you up.” She said before her horn glowed green and Havoc’s wounds temporarily sealed. Then she looked down to the raw red marehood and smiled as an idea struck.

“Now let’s start with a little licking.” She lowered her head and licked around Havoc’s aching orifice. Havoc groaned as her overstimulated entry received some more, then Chrysalis stroked the along the inner rims. She felt her legs weakly trying to shift, perhaps to grasp her assailant. She had no left energy to fight however and her muscles were all sore anyway.

She felt herself release once more when Chrysalis went a little in with her wonderful tongue.

“There we go. Now let’s see, front or back?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” Havoc asked in turn.

“Facing each other or traditional pony style?”

Havoc thought for a moment, “Traditional.”

“Suit yourself.” Chrysalis said as she flipped Havoc over and lifted her hips. She manifested a phallus and slid it into her prey’s marehood. It slid in and Havoc didn’t even whimper at the pain of the large organ rubbing her raw walls. Chrysalis frowned. She made it big enough to reach the uterus. Still nothing. She narrowed her eyes and Havoc heard it growing, it was an odd sound. Like rubber being stretched combined with the sound of a very large and clear bell being rung. It hurt a lot now, she didn’t know how she was containing it. She looked back at Chrysalis as she slid most of the thing out. She shook her head and Chrysalis smirked as she thrust.

“AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggghhh!” Havoc screamed, now Chrysalis was receiving full satisfaction. She slammed the massive thing in without relent. The screams that kept growing fainter were like music to her ears. Soon Havoc was reduced to feminine grunts. When Chrysalis came it was like a flood and there was so much it sprayed out of Havoc’s overused hole.

“Mmmm, that was nice. Next.” Chrysalis said before promptly moving on to the next part. Something she’d been rather curious about but never had a chance to try. Luckily Havoc’s overly active mind would let her feel everything. She was glad for that silly pony princess and her big sister, the little sister provided the knowledge through her big sister. The link in that horn ring provided all she needed. She locked lips with her not-quite-willing victim as she pushed into the hole above. She enjoyed the way her scream vibrated down her throat. She was starting to understand why Havoc loved killing and inflicting pain like he did. It brought her release that much faster. Then she just lay inside and made out for a while. She licked up the tears as they spilled and smiled at her victim who made an effort to do the same. The blunt teeth gave her an idea, so she shrank her artificial member and pulled it out. She moved it to her prey’s mouth and she sighed before doing as Chrysalis wanted. Chrysalis tasted funny to Havoc. Kind of like bug guts and mint. The release tasted kind of like tree sap or honey, it made her sick. She spat some of it out and Chrysalis laughed before looking at her false seed. It was a pale greenish blue. Interesting.

“Well, hurry along now. The last is next.” Chrysalis suggested as she helped Havoc to her feet.

“Th-th-thanks Chrysalis.” Havoc mumbled as she rose and hobbled off on wobbly legs. Her stride grew stronger with every step.

“You’re welcome.” Chrysalis said before dissipating in a burst of black mist. Havoc was quietly moving along now. She didn’t know how long she wandered until she was interrupted by a purple alicorn. She resembled Twilight rather strongly.

“Twilight?” Havoc asked as she was stopped.

“Yes, you know what. Never mind that, what happened to you?” She asked as she looked Havoc over.

Havoc shut her mouth instantly. Then Twilight did the unexpected, she used violence. She grabbed Havoc horn with one hoof and gave it a sharp rap with another. Twilight towered over her like Havoc had Celestia at this point so it wasn’t very difficult.

“Owww.” Havoc moaned dully.

“Don’t you disobey me slut! Do I need to teach you who’s in charge again?” She asked as she slammed Havoc against a wall.

“N-no.” Havoc answered fearfully. She hated her weakness.

“Then what happened?” So Havoc recounted most of the events, leaving out Chrysalis. Twilight could tell she was holding back to launched a hoof right next to the horn, Havoc flinched but the blow never came. Twilight looked at her expectantly so she told her everything.

“Chrysalis huh?” Oooooh that does not look good...” She said as she looked Havoc over. Havoc was unaware that she’d been leaving a rather wide and consistent trail of blood as she walked. She didn’t know why she felt a little light headed either.

“You shouldn’t be walking in your condition, let me take care of that.” She repaired Havoc’s damaged body and cleaned her up with a glow of her horn.

“Are you alright my pretties?” Twilight cooed.

“NO I-”

“Shut up slut! I wasn’t talking to you!” Twilight roared angrily before returning to whispering reassuring words to Havoc’s rear end. Havoc was disturbed by this.

“Why were you running anyway?” Twilight went on to ask.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie to me slave!”

“I don’t know!” Twilight rapped her horn twice in rapid succession.

“You were trying to escape weren’t you?!”

“Yes!” Havoc lied in desperation.

“You know I told you not to do that. Hmm, you owe me for saving your life just now. Turn around so that your rear end faces me.” Havoc did as she was told. She felt Twilight’s tongue.

“The princesses may just work for their own pleasure but I take pride in my work.” Twilight said before diving in. Havoc came very soon from her gentle working.

“Mmm. Now do me.” Twilight ordered as she turned around Havoc place her head underneath Twilight’s raised tail and worked her tongue and lips on the exposed marehood. She kissed it as she stroked between the lips of the labia with her tongue. She slid the moist organ inside and Twilight shuddered. She felt every twitch and shiver through this until Twilight pressed against her and sprayed reproductive fluid on her face.

“Now the horn.” Twilight ordered. Havoc moved back before ramming her horn inside. Twilight pressed back. It felt strange, like she was using a bone in place of a penis. She went and went and Twilight came, she kept going as a sort of pressure had built up in her horn. She only stopped when she felt magic discharge into Twilight, it burned as it came out but Twilight only moaned.

“Now work my horn.” Twilight said as she slid off and turned to shove the point of her horn in Havoc’s face. It was still springy but not as springy as when she was but a unicorn. It was difficult to figure out and was uncomfortable in her throat. But Twilight seemed to like it. Soon Twilight was shoving her horn down. Then she abruptly pulled out.

“N-n-n-not yet. T-t-turn around.” Havoc did as ordered and soon felt Twilights tongue on her window hole. She came almost immediately. Then Twilight reared up and grew a phallus, which she went on to shove into Havoc’s undersized marehood. It hurt. It was bigger than Celestia’s, yet it wasn’t all bad. She had been so abused recently that it didn’t particularly bother her. She braced herself against the wall with her front hooves and her chest and the side of her head, along with her neck, were pressed against it as well. As Twilight’s rather large member was pounded into her she felt a growing warmth, her body was getting used to the constant abuse and was adapting its sensitivity in order to cope and hopefully keep Havoc’s sanity. Havoc began to whine and moan with pleasure and Twilight smirked from above. Twilight’s muzzle lowered to Havoc’s right ear and she gently nibbled at the organ. Havoc decided that he would never look at ponies the same way ever again. Havoc felt the rush of emotion and fluid that signified an arrival on her end and clenched Twilight tightly. This sent Twilight hammering against her until, moments later, Twilight shot her load in Havoc.

“Ffffff- Can’t say it...” Twilight moaned. She slid free from the moist and welcoming vagina and shoved her member into the entry above.

“Nnng.” Was all Havoc released. She wondered when her nightmare would end. Why did she have to suffer this? Why could she never have good dreams? Twilight rammed her male member into Havoc’s adapted body. She endured and unhappily enjoyed this rutting until Twilight released again, she was starting to get a feeling that males had some sort of advantage in this. Didn’t quite know what that was however. Twilight slid out and off, much to Havoc’s relief. She collapsed to her knees as soon as she didn’t have to support Twilight’s weight anymore, why did she rest her weight on her? Havoc knew she had the strength necessary to support her in that position. There was even a wall to hold up her weight.

“No rest for you slut, get up. Now.” Havoc struggled to her exhausted legs. Then her mouth was opened and Twilight shoved her horn down her throat. She was used in this manner until Twilight discharged, Havoc let out a garbled scream when she did. It felt like she was being burned inside! She pulled free and cradled her burning mouth, she could smell the cooked flesh inside her throat. She could do nothing but sit there and cry, any sound she made hurt like never before. She writhed in place as wave after wave of stinging, burning, pain rolled over her.

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.

“Quit being such a freaking baby.” Twilight sneered before repairing Havoc. Havoc waited for the dream to end, but instead they blurred into Twilight’s laboratory in the castle. Twilight looked intently into a large, vertically long, glass tube. Inside of which was an immature dragon with numerous robotic augmentations, one of his eyes was obviously mechanical and the other had more subtle circuitry inside of the humorous orb. Sections of his chest, like his left upper pectoral, his spine, his arms, his legs. Something had severely injured a dragon who Havoc soon recognized as Spike, only older. He wasn’t much bigger than when Havoc last saw him, bigger than the average stallion but not as big as he should be.

“Remember him? Remember what you did to him? Despite your best efforts, he survived. I saved him with adaptations of your world’s technology. Yet... Yet. Yet what took mere moments to cause in a burst of anger took months to repair. I honestly doubted his survival from the start but he lives all the same. And its time he got a little payback.” Twilight said solemnly. Havoc was confused.

The liquid surged up and out of the tank, which was easy thanks to magic, and into the ceiling the tube started to lower into the floor. Spike stayed floating in place until a purple glow surrounded him and woke him up.

“Hrrng?” He asked groggily.

“Spike, I have a task for you.” Twilight began

“Sure thing Twi’” Spike agreed tiredly.

Twilight smiled before continuing, “You see Havoc there?”

Spike snapped fully awake then and trained fearful eyes on the quivering mare with the skull cutie mark.

“Is that... Is that him? What happened to you Havoc” He asked in amazement and horror.

“The princesses took what made him powerful and apparently stallionhood made him strong. Which leads to your task: Enlarge and rut her until I’m satisfied.”

Spike looked nervous and uncomfortable but soon the green glow coming from his eyes turned red and he focused on Havoc once more. His lips peeled back as he grew, the machinery grew with him.

“It took so long. But with adaptations to technology modified for ponies by you, Rex, and the high princesses I was able to make it so that his implants would be able to do everything he could and more.” Twilight bragged as Spike grew to such size that Havoc was sure she would die if he entered her. His length was massive. Havoc broke in a random direction, hoping to find an exit. Spike roared in frustration, he smashed aside a machine that Havoc had dived behind within seconds. Havoc kept running, jumping, flying, and crawling. This place was virtually a maze of machinery and potions! She breathed raggedly as she fled, Spike was hot on her heels. She could feel his breath as she jumped over a surgical table with an earth hound laid out and partly dissected. The earth hound screamed as Spike carelessly stepped on him, the earth hound finally died after who knows how long being practically tortured in the name of science.

“Heh, heh, heh, hah!” Havoc panted as she vaulted over a grey tubular machine and under an arch riddled with gears and pumps. Spike swatted the arch aside as he grasped at where Havoc had been less than a second ago. She saw a door, it was high above most of the machines but she believed she would make it. She leapt into the air and flapped hard, she was halfway there when she felt a claw wrap around her torso. She felt her eyes tear up as she fell back to the labyrinth of machines.

They landed with a crunch and a great thump as one of Spike’s feet crushed some unknown technology. He held her at waist level and carefully lined her up before his oversized organ. She squirmed and struggled to no avail.

“You’re gonna pay for wrecking my lab bitch. Maybe I’ll have you breed some offspring for Spike here?” Twilight said as she emerged off to the side with a flash of purple. Havoc was brought closer to the thing and she cried out in rage, fear, and anguish just as it was about to enter her.

Then the world shifted into the tree library and he saw a pair of smiling princesses looking down on him. He screamed as he rose and gazed about the room in fear and horror.

“RRrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggghhh!!” He roared and he heard the masculine bass in it. He felt his vocal cords rippling and felt the power in his limbs. He felt his eyes burning red as he jumped to his hooves.

“Aaaahh!” He went as he pointed at each princess.

“Aaaahh!” He went as he pointed at Twilight.

“Aaaahh!” He went as he pointed at Spike, who shrugged in response.

“Aaaahh!” He went as he pointed at every male in the room.

“Aaaahh!” He went as he pointed at the mares.

“Aaaahh!” He went as he pointed at the young phoenix.

“AAAaaaaaaahhhh!” He cried as he ran straight through a wall in his near mindless terror.

The party goers looked on in confusion.

Big Macintosh happened to be there at the time and he spoke the words on everyponies mind, “Okay.” He said as he shifted the straw to another side of his mouth before pulling it out with a mighty white hoof, “What the buck just happened and why?”

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Two hours later...
Havoc came to a stop in the deep Everfree. He panted lightly and carefully laid down on his belly and rested his neck in the dirt. He felt safe here, far from his instigators. He simply relaxed until he heard a low hiss. It was so pathetic that he didn’t even bother to raise his head. He opened his eyes to see a changeling some distance off. It looked thin and malnourished, mildly confused, more holey, and its eyes lacked the faint glow he’d always seen. He remembered Chrysalis and her attempt at help and decided that he should help his ally by feeding her stranded subject.

He rose to his full height and the starved changeling shrank down as it saw his full body. It prepared to run as he bunched up his legs to jump. It ran to the side just as Havoc leaped but it was not fast enough to escape his impressive reach. Before he spoke to it he thought for a moment about the horrors he had endured in his dream. The larger guards and princesses, giant alicorn Twilight, rapist Fluttershy, how they had gotten bigger and stronger by taking his strength, how his gender made him strong, how weak he was as a drained female, how everypony she met forced themselves on her, how Twilight had saved Spike by making him a cyborg dragon, how Twilight had ordered him to rape her, and how Chrysalis had earnestly tried to help him. He hugged the weakened changeling gently. It squirmed feebly against him.

“Relax little one, I am a friend of sorts to your queen. Her name is Chrysalis yes?” The changeling stopped fighting and looked up at him with dull eyes.

“Feed little one, feed and grow strong. I don’t think I have any love but feel free to feed on my various forms of anger.” Havoc said with a smile. The changeling eagerly indulged. Its horn glowed faint green as it sucked the raw hatred and blind rage from Havoc’s mind. Its body quickly metabolised the strong emotion and though it burned it nourished the changeling greatly. It squirmed with greater force when it was full and Havoc dropped the little creature to the forest floor. It looked up at him and saluted him smartly.

“Sir.” It said in a weak and raspy voice, “I have more brethren to feed. Will you please accompany me to the hive?” It asked.

“Certainly, isn’t the hive far away though?”

“Not this one, we were too far from the queen and too weakened from hunger to stay connected. So we began to gather to strengthen our signal, but it failed and we’ve been out here ever since. We have a new queen now, Evos. She rules all the Everfree outcasts and is currently starving at the center of the hive.” The changeling said as he weakly took off. Havoc followed effortlessly and was soon annoyed by the lack of speed. He put his snout under the changeling and held his little ally high on it.

“You point and I go.” Havoc suggested. The changeling nodded and pointed his right hoof ahead. It was very slowly becoming more whole, his body had been cannibalizing his limbs for nutrients and material.

They made it to the Everfree hive in minutes. Havoc looked at the swarm of changelings flying, but mostly shambling on the ground, guard. They stared at Havoc with undisguised fear and hunger. Havoc slowed his flight and they surrounded him distantly. He smiled at them, being careful not to bare his teeth. His eyes glow had lessened considerably since his run so he was not as menacing as he otherwise would be. He flew down to the ground and held his head high.

“Come little ones, I know you’re hungry.” He said and finally revealed his teeth the changelings swarmed him, some attempting to sink their fangs in him for some reason. He snorted and split his skin in places below his wings with a quick spell. The biting ones and the particularly weak ones rapidly placed their mouths against the little wounds and drank thirstily of the precious liquid leaking from them. He increased the flow and they gorged. He smiled gently as he watched them. He vaguely heard noise from above but kept watching them feed. Eventually the glows from their horns dissipated and they fell from their position along his flanks. He looked up to see a very weak and thin female smiling as she descended upon him. The changeling he had carried hurriedly vacated his face. She was notably bigger than the others but not as large as Chrysalis, plus she was incredibly thin, and she rested her front upon his snout and sighed.

“Thank you.” She whispered weakly. The female’s hair was pale blue and highlighted with pink. Her eyes were the same light blue as the regular changelings but slitted like those of Chrysalis, an interesting combination.

“Feed little female, feed and live.” Havoc dragged her across his body, careful to not bump her against his horn, and placed her mouth against a freely bleeding wound. She weakly drank the nutritive fluid and slowly her gulps and licks grew stronger. She fed more fervently and was soon sucking upon the wound with force. Her horn glowed and she began to draw on the intense hatred that inhabited Havoc’s brain. She moved her mouth from wound to wound to get more blood, she was getting stronger still. Eventually the hungry queen stopped and just rested on his mane, more changelings emerged from the hive and fed upon him as well.

“I love you.” She said suddenly. This disturbed Havoc greatly.

“Why?” He asked in confusion.

“I know no better to way to show my appreciation. You have saved us all, I can feel the queen’s presence now. She reaches out to us, and you have gone so far as to sacrifice your own blood to our hunger.” She answered in her stronger, but still weak, voice.

“How does a queen... Occur anyway?”

“We needed one, normally they are born but by feeding me with what they had we just managed to produce enough of the sacred nectar to make me. But I was too weak to call out to the true queen. We dare not stray from the new hive. It took a long time to make and when we stray we are often preyed upon. There were many more before, now we are barely past a couple hundred strong. Another reason we are so thankful.”

Havoc tilted his head up to gaze at the canopy high overhead. He felt cold on his neck. He could feel the lesser queen rubbing against his neck for warmth. He did not know that changelings didn’t feel emotion like most beings, they had to utilize effort and energy in order to feel emotions of their own. The lesser queen had in essence promised to use herself to generate food and energy on the closest level changelings are capable of. Then again, as far as he was concerned, love was some funny chemical in your head that made you act strangely. Blood flowed in his mind as he let the rage express itself for a moment. He was quite aware of his madness and most from his world who knew him were just as knowledgeable. Most sapients are mad where he comes from. An ancient philosopher had left a theory of his in the logs, one that Havoc wholeheartedly believed in. It went, “All sapient beings are inherently insane. All intelligent life has some form of mental ailment, either they are born with it or it is developed over time, often shortly after birth. Therefore there is no such thing as sanity as there is no applicable comparison to judge what is sane or truly define sanity.” Havoc lived by this belief and utilized it to exploit and demoralize his foes. Plus it helped him feel better about himself for some reason.

For changelings love is not something one feels. Nor is it something you eat, drinking is the closest comparison available and even then it’s not quite right. Love is something one consumes. Like a rich, creamy, cup of hot chocolate with the consistency of a slush beverage or a thick milkshake. Her words were not so much a romantic declaration of love but rather like the gift of a home cooked meal. To changelings the love of their own species tastes best, and well crafted love from a king or queen is like ambrosia of the gods. It was also a sign of trust, loyalty, and admiration as changelings typically don’t produce love.

He felt pressure on his brain and eased whatever it was in. He disappeared into his mindscape. His body was still in reality but he looked around in interest in his imagination. He was atop a great mountain, a mighty castle sat upon its peak. It was honey combed and covered in striations of what looked like bone. It felt organic in nature. He felt a presence and looked up and ahead. There sat Chrysalis, reclined upon a bowl of bone that topped a tapering spire. Soon he heard a rippling sound like water splashing against itself. He looked to his right and there appeared Evos. She looked... Different. Her hide was shiny and her sides were patterned with brown and green discoloration shaped like leaves. Her fangs were a little longer and her hair seemed shinier and had a few more pink highlights. The highlights seemed to glow. Her legs had fewer holes, as did her wings, and she wore a dark green plate across her back. Her horn was longer and no longer looked like the typical changeling horn, now it was closer in shape to that of a saber going up smoothly but making a big curve forwards and smoothly curving back up. She looked right at Chrysalis and sat up straight. Her chest was puffed out slightly and her eyes had a red tint around the edges.

“Havoc, what have you done?” Chrysalis asked from her pulpit.

“I found a group of lost changelings and nourished them with my emotions and blood?” Havoc answered somewhat uncertainly.

“I see.” She looked pensive, “Who are you little one?”

“I am Evos, former alpha series changeling. I became sigma by demi hive decision, we believed a sigma’s greater power would be capable of reaching your majesty.” Evos answered swiftly.

“Interesting. You failed I see, why?” Was what Chrysalis asked next.

“I was too weak your highness, we were getting hungrier every day and I had not enough to reach you. I have been unable to leave the nest for well over a month due to starvation.”

“Well then. Good work Havoc. I assure you that you will receive a proper reward for your service.” She touched an oddly whole hoof to her chin. Chrysalis grinned. This would work into her plans quite well.

“I see you remembered my part in that little nightmare.”

“Of course, I never forget those who aid me. They are so few.” Havoc answered with a low nod. He tasted blood, and he savored it. He closed his eyes on the fantasy world around him. He heard fluttering but stayed relaxed. He heard them speaking and turned an ear to focus on the conversation.

“Are you certain my queen? He has much hatred.” That was Evos.

“Of course my little general. He will provide excellent material for the brood.”

“As you say queen. It is your decision, I advise caution naturally.”

“I have learned from my mistakes Evos.”

“I know my queen. That is what worries me in truth. Something as hateful as him can only be considered a demon and they tend to complicate even the best of plans. I will not disrupt your operation however.”

“Then we shall bring this meeting to an end.”

Evos flew back to Havoc’s side and looked at him. He opened his eyes and looked back at her.

“Havoc.” Chrysalis called.

“Yes Chrysalis?”

“Where are you going?”

“Er, I’ll be heading to someplace known as Scandineighvia.” He did not ask why she wanted to know.

“Interesting...”

“Well goodbye friend, I will see you later.” She continued, Havoc had no idea how soon she meant by that.

“Goodbye queen.” Havoc lowered his head respectfully. Then the mindscape faded back into reality. He looked at the swarm of changelings that stared at him from their places, be they seated on the ground or hovering in the air. The flyers were hovering rather weakly on account of their reduced wing surface. The sigma series changeling on his neck and back rose from her perch with regret, she liked the hot surface against her underside. She saw his wounds seal up before her eyes with a light glow from Havoc’s horn. She hopped off to land on the bare dirt. She looked back up at him, right in his eyes.

“You should return to your comrades.” Evos suggested. Havoc cast his gaze across the swarm.

“I trust you’ve found some means of survival then?” Havoc inquired, he noticed the eyes of the changelings looked different, darker. Also they were not quite light blue, or was it teal? Whatever it was was quite interesting.

“The queen provides.” Evos replied vaguely, Havoc didn’t know what that meant but assumed they had been given a way out or something like that. He nodded and turned his gaze to the sky. He leapt up, his wounds gave him no trouble as he had repaired them fully. The scars resembled thin horizontal lines, like someone had made shallow cuts in a perfect line along his sides. He broke through the canopy within seconds and looked back to where he had come from. He flew back with a muffled boom, he had cast a spell to block most of the sound out just before he broke the sound barrier. He closed his eyes against the air resistance and smiled into the wind. He did not deviate from his path. He knew he would be back soon seeing as he’d chosen to run out here rather than fly, he felt he had the advantage on all of his potential pursuers in a land bound race. The forest would both limit their mobility in the air and prevent them from entering via very rational fear.

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The E.N.G. ranger looked up from the forest floor as he heard a low roar from somewhere far off. He watched the gaps in the canopy carefully, he knew dragons inhabited the Everfree and they could be unpredictable. His carnotaurus snorted in discontent beneath him and he patted his neck reassuringly. The earth pony looked over to one of his distant teammates, she was mounted on a ceratosaurus. They communicated with a series of hoof and ear gestures, silence was key. The rangers were clad in greened steel treated to be strong and corrosion resistant, artificial leather, and strong cotton. The artificial leather took the form of bracers, rerebraces, pauldrons, greaves, cuisses, a crinet for the neck, and a scale crupper for the rear torso. The false leather was brown and green in a camouflage pattern to hide their bright coloration in the dark forest. The steel took the form of a cuirass around the chest and a chaffron for the head (a chaffron is basically a helmet for horses/equines in general.). The steel was a mix of green, dark green, and light green to aid in stealth. The cotton was a long sleeved shirt and a pair of pants with numerous pockets, these were camouflaged in a mix of green and brown. The ranger was starting to get nervous and his mount sensed that.

“Easy Cull, just a bit spooked is all.” The ranger said in a low voice while patting his mount once more. Cull rumbled his affirmative and resumed his silent stalking. The rangers were watching for insurgents crazy enough, or tough enough, to use the Everfree as a means of invasion. Most wouldn’t dare travel such a distance through the forest but high command certainly knew a few. Thus the rangers mounted on big predatory dinosaurs. The ranger resumed his watch of the canopy when he saw a dark blur moving at high speed.

“UFO!” He said loudly without truly yelling. He grabbed his radio and hoped the relays weren’t damaged or inhibited again. The radio signals had trouble penetrating the forest on their own.

“This is dark knight five, I repeat dark knight five, reporting a potential invader. It’s dark, possibly black, in coloration and was flying well over the tree line and appeared to be fa-” He was interrupted by a boom from above. It drowned him out and panicked his mount.

“Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggggg!!” Cull trumpeted. Cull increased his speed to a full out run. The ranger pulled on his mounts reigns, he was seated just behind the beast’s neck and its was glad for the well designed saddle he was provided.

“Stop Cull! You need to calm down before we run into something worse than us!” He yelled at the scared predator. Cull began to slow down, rapid paced and heavy footsteps indicated some of his companions were not so successful. Cull looked about wildly.

“What was that Dark Knight?” A voice said from his radio.

“I am of the belief that the bogey was flying at supersonic speed, and it must have been big. It would explain the boom that followed its passing.”

“Understood Dark Knight, Luna’s favor be with you.”

“Roger that Redwood.” The ranger replied.

“Redwood to dark knight five requesting confirmation of your sighting. We have just received information that may be relevant. Please relate to us what you saw, and use more detail.” That was unusual.

“I saw a bogey that appeared to be black flying well over the tree line. It was moving at what I believe to be supersonic speed and the sighting was followed by a boom. It startled the dinosaurs and all the nearby wildlife is in an uproar.”

“Did the bogey have a white trail?” The ranger thought hard, well it sort of looked like there was some white. Then again it was hard to tell against the cloud it had passed. No, now that he thought about it a little more it was definitely trailing white.

“Affirmative Redwood.” He spoke into the radio.

“Dark Knight, be on high alert. That was Mars.”

“Mars?”

“Callsign for the chosen champion. You heard the rumors.” Darn straight he had.

“Understood Redwood. Will inform the rest of the Dark Knight squadron.”

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Havoc flew steady, he was actually quite calm despite his heavy breathing. His maintenance of his great speed accounted for that naturally. He liked this aspect of such exertion, it let your mind wander freely if you let it. He was relaxed as he saw the town of ponyville, he almost smiled at the sight. He still wasn’t going to land or get near to the ground. But it was nice to look at all the same. He slowed down by doing a number of wide loops and turns over the town. He was wondering why Rainbow Dash hadn’t tried to race him by now. It seemed like her kind of thing. Maybe she wasn’t here. Which was strange seeing how much she liked Ponyville. Maybe she had a job besides serving as the premier weather pony of Ponyville? That actually made sense, especially seeing how numerous weather ponies were and accounting for her incredible talents.

He looked down from his altitude and positioned himself in a glide around the library. The princesses flew from somewhere under the boughs of the tree and rose to meet him. They were cautious in their approach. They were wary and with good reason, he had already displayed instability once this day and it was entirely likely he would do so again.

“Havoc, are you stable?!” Luna called out from below. She and her sister were approaching his level but were keeping their distance.

“I’m fine! I calmed down out in the forest, I’m sure you know which one I mean!” He called back once they had reached his altitude. They approached from both sides in a sweeping pincer. He brought himself to a hover with a few reverse flaps. The princesses came at him like a pair of guided missiles, closing in on him with inevitable speed and accuracy. Mere seconds before impact the missiles spread their arms in a massive combined hug. He felt his chest compressed by the force of the momentum enhanced impact and their crushing hugs. He held up all the same, he was much bigger and stronger than them after all.

“We were so worried that you’d regressed or gone feral!” One yelled into his fur, it was probably Celestia seeing as he felt it on his right side.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t fix your dream, your nightmare was fueled by your psychotic mind and every time I tried to help it backfired!” Luna yelled into the left side of his chest. They each brushed against his new scars. They automatically felt out the healed injuries.

“What happened to you?!” Luna angrily asked as she raised her head from his fur. He was confused by the sudden switch.

“I... Hmmm... I split my hide open with magic.” He answered.

“You’ve been bleeding yourself?!” Celestia exclaimed.

“Why?” Luna asked with narrowed eyelids.

“I felt like it.” Havoc answered honestly. He had felt like it, it was his choice seeing as they didn’t ask him and weren’t capable of forcing him to. He just left out why he’d wanted to.

“Hmmm.” Luna was suspicious of this, first his mind shielded itself when he woke up. Now he randomly decided to make himself bleed? She was especially nervous seeing how the control ring was having trouble maintaining its spell. It was also having trouble rooting into his brain, it was struggling to push through his skull. Luckily he didn’t know about it or he might rip it off, thankfully the numbing spell was working just fine. Unfortunately he was crazy enough to do that sort of thing of his own volition. She pondered getting the truth through interrogation, perhaps later when she was full size. She didn’t have much left anyways, perhaps less than a month’s growth remained. Never mind, she’d be too busy for that. Celestia might need her support, father and mothers were still rather distant and she’d only had a few foals over the course of her multi millennia life and none of them to alicorns. And Havoc, as some sort of dragocorn thing, was even more of a change. One of the positive traits of dragons was that they were very fecund or fertile. Dragons could successfully produce offspring with anything that had the right parts. But such hybridization was rare and the ponies had no information as to what they should expect, which meant this was potentially dangerous. Luna was somewhat peeved at the fact that she was expected to do as her sister had.

“Let him be Luny. Probably telling the truth anyway. So are you heading back out now?” Celestia interrupted.

“Yes, just as soon as I get my companions up here. Also, you know where Rainbow Dash is? I figured she’d have challenged me by now.”

“Secret mission. You should know she’s been helping Scootaloo become a ninja.” She answered.

Havoc was stumped. Scootaloo a ninja? Scootaninja? Ninjaloo? He struggled to grasp this concept.

“Scootaloo is gonna be a ninja? Scootaloo?” He felt his left eyelid twitching.

“Yup! Ninja Scootaloo! She’s very agile and her cutie mark reflects that. So she decided to be a ninja as a sort of complement to her idol. Stealth and speed work well in tandem.” Celestia was dead serious when she said all that. So scootaloo was a ninja. Or at least she was going to be. Where did ninjas come from anyway? How would Equestria of all places get them? That was something he’d leave to someone else to figure out.

“Hey, why are we still hugging? Not that I mind.” Havoc interjected.

“Because you have a grip like a bear on steroids.” Luna answered. There it was again, that unknown substance: steroids. With that he released them and the pair flew back from him. They came to a stop a short distance away.

“So, are you still heading for Scandineighvia?” Luna asked quickly.

“As soon as I pull those sarnitore up.” Only Havoc knew what that seventh word meant. It was a word from his world with a meaning similar to that of a combination of the words pawn, ally, prey, and walking meat. Havoc was not very nice by nature, he did not look at these beings as friends in the sense that Equestrians did. He saw them as temporary allies that he would inevitably kill or utilize as collateral. He was not truly evil, he just did things as he knew. And killing and backstabbing were facts of life for his people.

“What does ‘sarnitore’ mean?” Asked a curious Luna.

“You don’t want to know.” Havoc answered. He was pleasantly surprised to learn they hadn’t seen everything from his mind. Or maybe they just hadn’t figured it out. Either one was good in his opinion.

Havoc decided to test something. He reached down with his mind and focused a ball of magic before Twilight. She looked at it with a raised eyebrow. He looked around through his ball of magic and noticed that the wolf was having a bit of success with that pegasus, what was her name, ah right! Cloudchaser, that was her name. It seemed the mare was fascinated by his muscles and numerous scars. Not in a bad way either, she went so far as to trace them with a hoof. A few other mares were looking on in awe as well. All the same, numerous ponies, mostly earth ponies with some unicorns mixed in, were shying away from the wolf. He didn’t seem to mind though. Too bad Havoc was going to take him away from what may have been a sure thing. He flared more power into the orb of magic, causing it to swell up to a size that was impossible to miss. Thrash’s eyes widened and he looked at it in surprise, the mares looked to what he was looking at but most saw nothing. The more powerful or sensitive unicorns were all staring at the same spot as well. They moved away from the orb, Havoc decided to speak now.

“Comrades,” He started, forming the words by manipulating the air in specific ways, “I believe it is time to get back on the journey. Remember, my life is on the line here and, as such, so is the fate of Equestria.” He finished. He was proud of how well he’d mimicked his voice, it sounded more like he was breathing it but he expected that. Havoc cackled internally as Thrash glared angrily at the orb, furious at being cock-blocked. Not that either of them was aware of the term or act of cock-blocking. Thrash said his goodbyes, along with promises of a return, and headed towards the door. Twilight was given a powerful hug by Pinkie Pie and numerous nuzzles by the Apple family members attending the party as well as the CMC. They of course wanted to come along. Corrosive hurriedly shook a few hooves before rushing for the door. Liber waved goodbye to the smaller ponies before lowering her head so that she could exit. The phoenicians left with a bit more flair, blowing kisses and high hoofing as well as giving friendly punches and tail slaps. Scorch left with very quick goodbyes, the ponies were now used to zebras so they kept crowding around him and feeling up his wings which annoyed him greatly. Havoc decided to watch Scootaloo for a bit. He brought the orb closer and focused his mind.

“Alright girls, we all know somethin’s up. We all saw Twilight kiss that big feller out there but she denied being his girlfriend and said it was an accident. I don’t know about you but I ain’t never heard of a pony Fealting it up with somepony else while sleepwalking. It just don’t click for me. So Scootaloo, I think you should follow ‘em. And keep an eye on the big’un, I really don’t like the thought of that madpony bein’ so close to Twi’.” Applebloom whispered to her fellow crusaders, they all had their marks now but they kept the group name all the same. Applebloom's was a sledgehammer crossed over a pickaxe with a big needle going down over the point where the two met. Scootaloo saluted her before slipping into the crowd. Havoc had seen her mark before she moved out of sight, it was a blue leg in pushing forwards with the hoof far back from the thigh. A white wing held vertically topped the thigh and what may have been wind was expressed in lines flowing behind them. Sweetie Belle was interesting as well, her mark was not a musical note. It had black lines like sheet music but a jagged red line went up and down it in place of proper notes. Havoc remembered when she got it, oh was that an episode to reminisce about. No time for reminiscing. He shrank the orb and kept it directly above Scootaloo’s purple haired head. She weaved through the crowd with unparalleled skill, at least Havoc had never seen anyone move through a crowd like she could. She ducked swinging limbs and weaved around stumbling or dancing ponies. She had an adorably grim expression as she did this. Just watching her made Havoc want to hug something.

Havoc returned to his physical self as soon as she hopped into the trunk of the howdah. He felt minor panic before remembering she was an original member of the CMC and, as such, was practically unkillable. He only hoped she didn’t mess up his quest. He smiled as the howdah ascended to him, surely she couldn’t do any harm. Especially not to something as mighty as him.

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Author's notes: Fresh new chapter here, still hot from the forge. As you read this I will have already begun work on the next. The work never ends for me as the wicked get no rest. Thank you for your patronage, I look forward to providing you all with your fix of violence in the excess.

Was hoping to get some suggestion regarding the bonus conquest, seriously not sure which to go with. I figure I could make each of them equally interesting locations.