It had been several hours since they had invaded the city, fighting street to street, subduing brainwashed males and red collared females, freeing black collared females and tortured free stallions and thrusting weapons into their hands, and killing and torturing caribou whenever they came across them.

Tirek couldn’t ask for a better fight; sucking the magic from red collared mares and brainwashed stallions with gusto, weakening them until later on, when Unicorns could help cleanse their perverted minds, reverting their minds back to normal. (that was unless, of course, they were revealed to be traitors; then they were executed on the spot.) Looking to his right, and then his left, Tirek could see troves of caribou falling to his army’s blades and might. Of course, when you had thousands of willing ponies to storm the cause of the depravity that infected them, it would obviously be a slaughterhouse for the defenders.

The fact that he was leading them, him! Of all the beings of this world, Tirek the Terrible, considered to be the most evil and greediest of beings was leading them to be free from the cesspool that Equestria had became.

You can only guess that the world had only two choices of evil to choose from. A magic draining warlord or a sexual deviant with a gender bias and superiority complex that stole magic from a chaotic being and crystal-loving eccentric slaver.

Funny how the fate decides it was up to him to 'save' the world.

A caribou jumped from the second story, a warhammer in his grasp as he attempted to smash his skull into paste, only to give a muffled cry as Tirek captured him by engulfing his large hand on his face, before changing his grip around the fool's throat.

"Give me the magic you don't deserve!" Tirek grinned maliciously as he drained the caribou of his magic before tossing him to several freed mares. The caribou barely had time to gasp out as the mares descended onto him, beating, stabbing and slashing him with their weapons. Tirek smirked as he walked away, the sounds of screaming slowly falling silent, the caribou’s last sound, a gurgle of blood.

Once he was far enough away from the brutality, Tirek started his descent down a bloody and empty road, his army ahead of him by now, when a call reached his ears. "Sir!" Tirek looked up to see a buffed out stallion land before him. Snowflake or Bulk Biceps, Tirek wasn’t sure what his name was, but the stallion had clearly been in the thick of things from the gouges and blood on his armor. A slim persian blue pegasus mare with a wild mane of cerulean and white highlights landed behind with a small look of concern at the larger stallion.

"What?" Tirek answered as another caribou was dragged before him.

"All Pegasi guards are down. We control the skies! Captain Spitfire has managed to locate Hunter Soarin' and captured him. The Hunter group has fallen apart without him." the stallion relayed to him, causing Tirek to smile.

"Good. Report to Captain Dash and tell her to unleash her party trick." Tirek ordered, opening his mouth and draining the magic from a squirming caribou laying in his grasp.

"Sir! Permission to relieve Sergeant Biceps from duty!" The mare asked, a shocked look appearing on the large stallion.

"Stormchaser!" The stallion rounded on the mare, a look of betrayal on his face.

"You're bleeding everywhere, Bulk!" Stormchaser argued, pointing out the growing pool of blood at his hooves. He seemed completely unaware of his wounds - was he in shock, perhaps?

"Uh..." the stallion flushed embarrassingly as he rubbed the back of his head with one hoof. "Tis only a scratch?"

"Specialist Stormchaser, take him to get treated." Tirek sighed. "Pass the order down the line. Only idiots try to say they are fine when they are not. It leads to far too many problems down the line. Are you an idiot, Sergeant? "

"No sir!"

"Good, go to the rear then."

"YEAH!" The stallion roared out, saluting and bolting away, an irritated specialist roaring out after him. Tirek shook his head as he threw the caribou to several stallions, all of them with ropes in hand as they glared daggers at the weakened slaver. Tirek walked away as they tied the ropes to his arms and legs and began to pull with all their might. Tirek could only smirk as the caribou screamed in agony as he was torn apart.

"You do not like what your ponies do." Tirek paused in his steps, looking towards the shadows. A pair of ocean blue eyes open and look back at him, before the alicorn stepped out.

"No I do not, but in this case, they have every good reason to be brutal," Luna answered with a satisfied smirk. "My sister was a fool to think the caribou would be content after their flogging three hundred years ago. After what Dainn did to her and Twilight, I realized that the only way to survive was by being strong and dealing a blow to our enemies that they will never recover from."

"I take it that the tribes are destroyed?" Tirek grinned as Luna's eyes shifted somewhat, a predatory smile on her face.

"Down to the last faun wailing about his right to rule me and my Night Guard mares, right before I took off his head." Luna licked her lips as she savored taking the troubled child's life. "I still would have liked spreading an impotence curse through their entire race, though. It just seemed funnier. They deserve far more than...” she inclined her neck to the slaughter before her. “This.”

“While I do appreciate the idea, it wouldn’t have solved them,” Tirek said, pointing at the caribou’s corpse. “I think that might have just made them angrier.”

“Very likely,” Luna conceded. “The only caribou remaining are here in Canterlot, your new kingdom. And soon, even they shall leave the mortal plane."

Tirek snorted at this as he walked on, Luna following after him. "I may rule, but it will be you who takes care of business."

"Scared of paper work?"

"Bah! Just get me when you need something killed or someone gets too uppity for their own good." Tirek scowled, Luna trailing behind him as she giggled before vanishing into smoke.

"Of course, King Tirek," she replied, her voice echoing around him before the sounds of screams rang out in the building next to him before it was violently cut off. A severed head came crashing through a window, the horrified look plastered on the young caribou's face. Tirek only laughed as he kicked it out of his way, onward to his army.

Tirek watched as the caribou and their brainwashed guards stared at the large army of ponies gathering before the walls of the castle in Canterlot. Looking up to a group of guards gathered near a ballista, he could see a spectrum of emotions play across their faces. Fear, anger, and determination. Fear for their lives, anger directed at the rebellion, and determination to win. These were, of course, completely irrelevant to Tirek. As more of his army started to gather behind him, he could hear the shouts of defiance from the few brainwashed stallions in the distance behind him as a group of unicorns began to cleanse of their minds from the tainted magic.

Tirek smiled as he raised up a single hand, his large and imposing form seen by all as he gave the order to break down the gate. Dozens of Unicorn ponies, male and female together as equals once more, stepped forward, their horns glowing with power. Tirek smirked as he opened his mouth, trails of magic slowly filtering down the 'firing line', boosting their magic to greater heights as their horns appeared to burst into flames.

"Unleash!" he roared as the the group roared with him, a blast of magic so intense that it would have given even him a pause before his imprisonment by the Royal Sisters. The collective might of the assembled army’s unicorns devastated the gate, vapourizing the caribou taking up arms nearby on the other side. Several other caribou, who were not killed by the explosion, gripped their weapons tighter, preparing for the oncoming storm.

"ATTACK!" a female voice roared out, rallying the army for assault, and a heavily armored figure rushed out the formation towards the broken gate. She was wearing a familiar Stetson hat on her head as she jumped up and swung the large claymore at a caribou, cutting him two before moving onto the next victim, his fate oh so similar to that of his comrade.

"You heard my General! Get your revenge! The strong dominate the weak! Their weak 'king' demands that you turn into lust crazed fools without consequences! Show him the might Equestria truly has now that his black magic doesn’t blind you! Show him your true strength that makes every dangerous being on this world cower away from you or demand a worthy fight!" Tirek roared as they swarmed the interior of the courtyard.

Tirek’s eyes laid on the orange mare, watching as she eviscerated any caribou in her path, and sent stallions flying with the flat side of her claymore.

Applejack. General Applejack to everyone else in his army of furious ponies. Tirek smiled as he watched several caribou surround her, while others faced the coming horde. Their attempts to cow the invaders by killing her to show them their might.

A poor choice.

Tirek held up his hand to block the intense light as Applejack glowed with power, the same power that helped banished him back to Tartarus. Her mane and tail grew longer, colorful highlights shimmering into existence, she grew slightly taller and larger, putting her on par with the smallest of the caribou. Applejack smirked before raising a single leg and slamming it into the ground.

The caribou were completely unprepared for her attack as they found themselves being launched up into the air. Her smile grew wider as she held up her claymore with a single hand and swung, the large blade passing through their bodies as if they were made of jello.

The surrounding caribou could only look on in horror as their brethren burst apart like balloons, dousing them in gore and blood before Applejack descended onto them like a rabid Timberwolf.

Their cries of terror and agony were drown out by the screams of war that surrounded them.

Tirek smirked as he thought back on how he met the blood-soaked mare, watching as she raised her sword and rallied the ponies around the bloody and flesh torn courtyard to charge at the castle doors.

[A year and half ago...]
Upon his return to Equestria, Tirek was, to put it bluntly, displeased.

He had so many plans for his glorious return! Fanfare, possibly beating up that annoying draconequus (they had not parted on good terms last time, mostly his doing he had to admit, but he just wanted to cave Discord's face in a couple hundred times) or maybe, just maybe the experimental Bag that he’d left lying around would have gotten up to some kind of mischief.

But no... Equestria as he knew it had been left damn near unrecognizable. Such a shame. He’d been looking forward to what he could have done with the Bag.

There were none of those irritating saccharine ponies that went on and on about how much better it was to give to others. Tirek couldn’t see the advantage in it. Giving to others just made yourself weaker. Left you more open to attack. Left you with so much less.

After all, that was what happened here.

But never in his life had he seen something so disgustingly depraved as this. The land he and Scorpan had come from had been harsh, yes, and females had been scarce. But their land had never descended into this…. this abomination!

Storefronts had been destroyed, homes had been looted and burnt to a crisp… or at least, that’s what should have happened. With most barbarian foes in Equestria’s history that those two irritating princesses had destroyed (and, as Tirek understood it, in most worlds) the standard operating procedure was pillage, then burn.

But no.

The caribou had repurposed seemingly everything they saw for sexual purposes. Stores and galleries had all been given over to something related to sex and enslavement - art galleries now featured awful pictures of mares, often with caribou males, in bizarre, impossible positions that he had to squint at to understand, then stare away from when he realized just what they were doing. Newspapers, once a great source of information when he had his freedom for the three years, held nothing more than lottery numbers to win mares for free, sex stories that made Tirek throw away his in a matter of seconds due to how stupid and disgusting it was. The most he could gather from the paper without gagging and choking from nausea was that the caribou were ruled by a king named Dainn - who had the most mares in his “service”.

The less he asked about that, the better.

The musk of sex that surrounded the cities was so overpowering to his senses that he wanted to throw up. It was too much for the newly freed centaur and his senses, so honed, so attuned to magic.

His ability to see magic was not controlled by a physical organ or nerve - it was more something he could decide to do. Regardless, he imagined himself shutting that eye and blinding it - what few glimpses he’d gotten of the land’s magic were, to put it lightly, disgusting.

He needed time to think. No, not just time.

Somewhere quiet.

Somewhere… to think.

Somewhere that was similar to the Badlands. Somewhere that felt enough like home that he would be comfortable.

The Everfree Forest.

It was a huge disappointment.

Tirek walked through the forest with a practiced grace, even in his weakened form he still had the skills he needed to traverse the dangerous, and now perverted, forest.

Tirek growled as some sort of animal threw itself at his face, only to get swatted aside and stomped on for its trouble.

"I will kill Dainn just for this mockery of the Everfree. Everything in here he wants to have sex! Where are the dangerous beasts? Where are the carnivorous plants? The ancient magic that devastated the unwary mind? The poison joke? The timberw-" Tirek abruptly stopped thinking about that. The prospect of a timberwolf trying to give itself to him was a disturbing one. He knew of the Everfree of old, he wanted to go in and conquer it when he crushed Equestria, now all that remained was this cesspool of sexual deviancy. "I will burn this forest to the ground-"

"Ah ain't going back!" Tirek turned to the shout, his ears perking at the defiance in the familiar voice.

"Well well... it appears some of these ponies still have fight in them." Tirek murmured to himself as he silently made his way to the shouting.

Tirek found himself just outside a small clearing when a orange mare stumbled into it. Tirek frowned as he recognized the mare as one of the ones who banished him back into Tartarus. He slowly melted into the shadows as he watched the mare whip around and face her trackers as they entered. Tirek scowled at them. While he didn't wear armor due to his own impressive constitution and constantly shifting form, he was still aware of the importance of wearing protection.

What the caribou had on was an insult to armors everywhere. Lashed together with poor leather and crude iron on their shoulders and chest, their 'pride and joy' out for everyone to see.

A target of opportunity if Tirek ever saw one.

The caribou grinned, drooling as they lusted for the naked mare before them. "Bitch, you need to learn your place. Surprised your Master hasn't broken you into a purple collar yet."

Tirek’s eyes narrowed at that. The collars; red, black, and purple. He could understand the meaning behind them but found the whole issue to be below him. The fact they 'discarded' broken mares like trash instead of killing them to relieve them of the burden this new world carried was an even higher insult. His own being demanded that he break them in battle and leave them alive to rise up and face him again in glorious battle.

He had no particular love for ponies, or most other creatures. Yet… the caribou had not merely destroyed Equestria as a country. The caribou had left them devoid of any sort of dignity, considering them little more than toys. And that sickened him.

He frowned as the mare growled, as the caribou spoke some more. "Her 'Master' is her brother. I wouldn't be surprised if he just let her go free and only called out for her disappearance once she was far enough. This isn't the first time he done this with this bitch."

The mare sneered as she glared at the two with utter hatred. "Leave mah brother alone."

The caribou smirked as they inched closer. "Perhaps we should drag him before the King to be turned into a mare so he can learn first hand how a bitch is suppose to be trea-Ack!"

Tirek blinked in surprise as the mare snarled in vicious rage as she leaped up once they we close enough and lashed out with a kick that shattered the poorly forged chest plate, the hoof still had enough power behind it to shatter the rib cage and send the caribou flying into a tree. The other caribou only had time to gawk in surprise before he received a punched to the throat, causing him to gag and fall over.

The mare straddled him while pulling out his baton and began to wail on him, putting her impressive strength behind each blow.

"NEVER! MESS! WITH! MAH! FAMILY! YOU! BASTARDS!" Each word from the mare was accompanied by a blow from her baton, and each hit morphed the caribou's face into more and more of a bloody and unrecognizable mess.

"Very impressive," Tirek commented as he stepped out from the darkness, watching as the mare whirled around and held out her weapon, her eyes widened in shock as she recognized him.

"Tirek." The mare growled as she stepped away from the down caribou and took up a defensive position. Tirek mentally approved of her defense and sure footing, he decided to not entice the mare into attacking him in his weaken form, especially given how she was prepared to make him meet a similar fate as the caribou before her. "Let me guess, Dainn let you out for some fun?"

Tirek snorted at this as he walked in a wide circle to the caribou with the shattered ribcage. "Hardly. The so called 'King' was releasing a lot of my prison mates, dragging Luna along with him. Allowed them to have 'fun' with her. Disgraceful. Oh she tried to get me free, no doubt knowing I would suck the magic from both of them the second I got the chance. But the caribou knew he was being played and punished her before leaving me to rot."

"Is that so?" The mare looked behind her for any sort of ambush, turning in time to see Tirek opened his mouth and drained the magic from the down caribou. "So how did you get out?"

"I’ve escaped before; it was even easier this time due to Dainn killing that damn dog." Tirek mused as the caribou shuddered before falling still. "Disgusting. Barely sustainable magic to leech off of. But his purpose is done."

"And that purpose is?" The orange mare slowly stepped away as Tirek ventured closer to her. Tirek stopped at the bloody caribou as he struggled to get back up, only for Tirek to place a hoof on him to hold him down.

"To die in battle... even if he didn't see it that way." Tirek chuckled as he drained the downed caribou, the caribou weakly reached out to him and grasped his hoof. Tirek raised an eyebrow as the caribou began to speak.

"Cap....capture her... the bitch...deserves to... know her place..." the caribou coughed out. Tirek frowned as he stared down at the fallen caribou before looking up to the mare, a sinister smile on his face.

"Deserves to know her place..." Tirek said out loud, causing the orange mare to tense. "She deserves to know her place?! Ha! You threaten to rape her till she loses her mind. Threaten her family! And fell to said 'bitch' in a two on one fight! The only place she deserves is one she is in now! Standing tall above her would-be slavers and killing them for their transgressions against her mind and body."

Tirek smirked as he stepped away from the caribou and looked up to the mare. He had to admit, he had to respect the strength she and her fellow Elements of Harmony displayed when they banished him back to Tartarus, and that respect only grew when she took both of the slavers out on her own.

Tirek smiled as he waved his arms to the caribou before him. "Finish it."

"Finish what?" The mare gripped the weapon as she stared at the bloody male.

"Kill him. For everything he has done. You might as well. He will hunt you down and drag you with your brother and have you both raped until you both can't even form sentences. You can no longer hold onto the ideals of your old home. They have failed you in this dire time." Tirek crossed his arms as he stared at her, unashamedly admiring her figure. True, her breasts and hips were desirable, but it was the tight muscles and hardened eyes that drew his attention.

"Ah can't fully agree with you on that one," the mare responded, which caused Tirek to raise an eyebrow. "If Ah am to survive, Ah have to find others to have them join up with me. Ah have to forge friendship for that to work. After all, it defeated you."

Tirek frown at this, running the thought across his mind. He grumbled somewhat that the mare spoke the truth in this matter. "Hmph. So some ideals still hold some scrapings of truth. Do you want my friendship then? It didn't work out for the Discord."

"No." The mare walked up to him, staring directly into his own eyes. "Ah want your help kicking these bastards out of mah home. Ah want your help in killing them off. Ah want them all dead for what they did to me, mah family, and mah friends."

"Hmm..." Tirek rubbed his chin as he looked down to her. She was a proud pony, one that Tirek would normally find annoying and put her down for defying him. And, despite everything she had been through, she still stood tall and strong.

Tirek had to admire that kind of strength she had.

"I will rule this land."

"Ah don't care. You can rule all you want, just leave mah family out of it. Leave mah farm alone once we are done." The mare kept her eyes on him, causing Tirek to smirk. “Anything would be better than this.”

"Then you shall be my second. My right hand if you will." Tirek watched as the mare nodded her head before she turned and began to slam the baton into the caribou once more.

Tirek watched with some sense of admiration as the mare began to prolong her former slaver's suffering. Breaking his bones with hits and stomps, violating him anally with a baton, and crushing his “prized” cock. By the time she was done, the caribou was begging for mercy.

Tirek walked over to the whimpering male, watching as the mare trotted over to the nearly dead caribou and pulled out some rope. Tirek couldn’t help but laugh as he said, "Look at that. Look at what you and your savage tribe has created. You have to admire that sheer hatred she has for your kind. A lot of caribou are going to die because of her. And you are the first one."

"N-no...please... mercy..." the caribou whimpered out as the mare wrapped the rope around his neck.

"You deserve all the mercy you gave us!" the mare snarled as she dragged him to the nearest tree and began to hoist him up. The caribou gagged, his body jerking around as she tied him off and watched him start to die a slow and agonizing death. "Look at mah face! Look at me when ya die! Ah want you to remember who sent you to the pits!"

Tirek watched as the caribou’s body twitched as he finally gave a strangled gasp for air before falling still. His eyes filled with fear as they locked onto the mare's own before the light of life left them. A fitting end to monsters such as the caribou, which was saying a lot when it came from him. At least Tirek had the decency to kill someone quickly if he found them to be lacking a will to live instead of enslaving them for pure depraved lust.

Tirek nodded his head in approval, before turning to leave. "Come."

"Applejack."

Tirek turned to see the mare shaking as she looked back to him. Her eyes filled with a number of emotions as tears threatened to fall. "Excuse me?"

"Mah name is Applejack. Ah expect you to use it," Applejack said quietly.

"Hmm... fine then... General Applejack," Tirek nodded his head as he turned to leave, a look of surprise on her face at her sudden title. "Let us find more of your friends. Who should we find first?"

"Pinkie Pie.... there is something Ah want to see," Applejack said as she wiped her eyes of the tears. "Pinkie was locked up for some reason, many of the caribou called her too dangerous to be tamed. Last time Ah saw her, she was an eager red collar. Ah want to know why."

Author's Notes:

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Hello dear readers! It is I, Kizuna Tallis, co-writer of this story (and helper on other projects) filling in for Red. This joyful little ditty was a little side-project for us on Team Spectrum, a breather from one type of insanity to another kind. Because deconstruction is the name of our game, and tearing shit apart is in our blood.

Try to spot the little shout-outs too!

Coming up next for us is more "Spectrum" stuff. Asia Side Story, Calm Before the Storm and the main fic are all getting updates soon, so keep your eyes peeled.