[Outskirts of Canterlot, Early Morning, Day of Invasion]

“PONIES OF EQUESTRIA!” Tirek roared. “I understand you have been forced to part with everything since the fall. Since the caribou have taken all that you value. However…. I beg you, lend me magic. Lend me power so I may find the caribou that has so devalued you, and-”

“Kill him!”

“VIOLATE HIM!”

“FLAY HIM ALIVE!”

“BREAK HIM OVER MY KNEE!”

“RIP OFF HIS PENIS, CUT A HOLE IN HIS TRACHEA, AND FORCE IT IN!”

Everyone stared at the pony that had said last one, then shrugged. It wasn’t like anyone was going to defend Dainn, or caribou in general.

“Will we get our magic back?” one unicorn asked.

Tirek pondered this for a moment. It was tempting to lie, and yet… “I won’t take magic from all of you,” he said. “Were I to do that… I would be short many of my finest soldiers. Rather… I wish you to skim off a small portion of your own.”

He owed these ponies, dammit. They’d been beaten far beneath the ground, and they deserved revenge.

On top of that… magic welled up from Equestria, into the ponies. He wasn’t sure where it came from, but the ponies were so inundated with it that they were like kaleidoscopes of color.

As long as they had magic, it could regenerate and still flow i-

That was it. He could drain them now and reach an absolute limit.. or play the long game and become even stronger. On top of that, well… again, he owed them. They’d been stripped of any kind of dignity, and there was no way he was going to do that to them all over again.

"TAKE CANTERLOT BACK! IT IS THE ONLY CITY THAT REMAINS UNDER THEIR CONTROL! IT FALLS AND YOUR REVENGE WILL BE COMPLETE! CHARGE!"

Tirek's army cheered. Even the most traumatized, most shattered victims of the curse seemed to grow somehow, smiles spreading across their faces.

Months ago, they might have disagreed with the sentiment, or been ponies that they would have hated before the Fall.

But now? They had a unified goal. Find the caribou. Give every single one of them the worst death they could.

[Present...]

Discord walked behind Tirek as he marched to the throne room. "So King, what do you want me to do?"

"Go to Fluttershy." Tirek paused, Discord looking frozen at that. "She has been saying your name. It is the only word she has been able to say. Perhaps you could try to help her, or revert some of the stallions that were forced to change into mares. Just stay out of my way."

“Much as I’d like my revenge…” Discord sighed. “Fluttershy needs help after what she’s been through. On top of that, I can’t say we make a good team.”

Discord vanished, leaving him with Luna. He looked to her, nodding to the powerful magic blocking the doors, no doubt Dainn holing up inside.

"If you would do the honors." Tirek stepped back and waved his arm to the door.

"With pleasure," Luna said, her horn flaring in a kaleidoscope of colors before she let loose a blast of pure concussive force, sending the doors flying off their hinges.

Tirek almost wished she hadn’t opened the doors. What awaited inside was a… a… It was more appropriate to a brothel than a throne room!

“He did THIS to your throne room?!” Tirek yelled.

Luna nodded, too angry to speak.

“IS THERE NOTHING HE HOLDS SACRED?!” Tirek roared.

“Don’t make me answer that,” Luna interrupted.

Dainn sat on the throne, two mares sitting next to him, both of them sucking and playing with his cock.

“So… you’ve come,” Dainn said, oozing smarmy confidence. “You think you can take me on? I have conquered Equestria, I turned its most powerful alicorns to toys! You think you can take me?!”

With that, he threw the two mares at Luna and Tirek.

“What th-” Tirek captured both mares, before tossing them to Luna, knowing this was the oldest cheap shot in the book.

Dainn rushed at Tirek, punching him in the gut while he was distracted by the two mares.

“GODS… DAMNED… CHEAP SHOT!” Tirek yelled, and kneed Dainn in the gut.

Tirek rammed both fists into Dainn’s stomach, leaving him staggering.

“PATHETIC!” Tirek yelled. “All that magic, all that power… AND YOU CAN’T EVEN USE IT WELL!” Another punch, knocking Dainn flat on the floor.

“BUT THAT’S JUST TYPICAL OF YOU CARIBOU!” Tirek reared up on his hind legs, and stomped his forelegs into Dainn, in a blow that would crush the abdomen of… virtually anything without all that power, now that he thought about it.

Yet, thanks to his stolen magic, Dainn would survive. Which was fine with Tirek - Dainn deserved to suffer.

Tirek telekinetically picked him up, grabbed one of his legs and threw him into the floor. “YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING, ANYTHING AT ALL EXCEPT SEX!” he picked Dainn up again, and telekinetically threw him at a wall. “I’M BEGINNING TO THINK!”

He punched Dainn in the face, smashing him into a wall.

“THAT YOU!”

Tirek twisted around, and rammed his back hooves into Dainn, knocking him back the entire length of the room.

“DON’T! EVEN! HAVE! SENTIENCE!”

Tirek charged up a mighty orb of magic between his two horns, and fired it at Dainn. Dainn staggered, trying to raise a shield… only for the orb to flow around the shield, setting him on fire.

“JUST! A!”

Tirek used his magic to touch the shield Dainn was making, and pushed him into the wall with it. He flung Dainn out of the hole in the wall, into a pillar, then flung him into another pillar.

“SEX DRIVE! AND INSTINCTS!” Tirek finished, as Dainn pulled himself from the pillar.

“I am disturbed at how much sense that makes,” Luna agreed, severing the chandelier to the ceiling and sending it plummeting into Dainn’s stomach. “There’s a joke about penetration here… but I feel like I’ve lowered myself enough.”

“Agreed,” Tirek said. “Want me to throw him into a wall?”

“Again?” Luna asked.

“You’re thinking that gets OLD?!” Tirek asked incredulously.

“No, just curious,” Luna said.

Tirek smiled as he dragged the chandelier off Dainn, Luna's own light steps as she walked towards the down caribou, a smile forming on her face as an idea formed.

"Before you destroyed them, I admit to having a problem of going to the...'Arcade'. There was lovely game that involved a small little ball with levers and bells. I loved it for its simplicity..." Luna's horn glowed as she levitated Dainn off the ground. "I wish to play it again...and I believe I found my ball!"

“DAMN YOU!” Dainn screamed, unable to comprehend that a mare, even an alicorn could beat him. “YOU WILL RELEASE ME AND-”

She was not in any mood to listen, throwing Dainn into pillar, and watching him bounce off with a satisfying crack.

“You know,” she said to Tirek, almost conversationally, “When we redo the throne room and burn all these abominable things he calls decoration…. I might want to remodel the room so I can use it as a giant pinball machine.”

“That seems impractical,” Tirek said.

“Nonsense! Have you seen the look on his face?” Luna laughed, ducking as Dainn flew over her head into another pillar.

"That means we have to keep him alive." Tirek deadpanned.

“But it’s so-”

“Luna, no. Think of our obligation to the people of Equestria,” Tirek said. “Can’t let all the other ponies go without some form of revenge…”

“Oh! Alright,” Luna sighed, redirecting Dainn spinning into a wall.

Dainn pulled himself from the wall, grunting as his magic healed his bruised body, his shattered armor breaking off, and falling to the ground in pieces, his sword broken in half, useless to him.

The remaining caribou, his 'elites', burst into the throne room, and Tirek and Luna turned to face them.

“Ah yes, my elites!” Dainn coughed. “You finally came! KILL THESE-”

Sadly for Dainn, he misjudged why they’d come - they’d actually been occupied all over the palace, in skirmishes with ponies. They’d been forced to retreat, assuming their king would be able to save them.

He couldn’t.

They fell in seconds as ponies swarmed them from behind, brutally maiming them and dragging out of the throne room. The mares remaining in the room were carried out, many of the ponies hoping they could be saved.

"Damn you... Tirek. You freak." Dainn spat as he stared at the red Centaur, trying to ignore how several mares behind him were busy having themselves some long-time-coming revenge against their caribou slavers‏.

The Centaur smirked as he looked down to his side, looking to the orange mare, who gripped her sword tightly. He gently patted her back, magic slowly infusing into the mare as she gave Dainn a nasty smile.

"Freak, am I?" The Centaur laughed as he watched the mare leap up and slam down on top a crawling caribou as she shoved the hilt of her sword into his rear, relishing his high pitched cries. "I am only taking my rightful place as ruler of this land."‏

"I am-"

"A disgrace," the Centaur spat, walking before the caribou and back handing him. "You used magic to spellbind its citizens into your toys instead of taking up the blade and magic for glorious battle. You used trickery and deceit to win against a mare who was worthy opponent to me, and left them bereft of dignity. You are beneath me."

"A mare could never be a worthy opponent! I rule this land! These mares deserved to be put in their place!" Dainn roared.

"You ruled nothing! You knew you wouldn’t have stood a chance against them in a real battle; you and your pathetic excuse of a tribe would lose and be sent scurrying away in the dark. I care not if they were male or female, I only cared for the magic they hold and the fight they will give me!" The centaur smiled sinisterly and he stomped on the down former king‏

"I would have overthrown these ponies when they are at their strongest, instead I will rule them now. Only the strong will survive and those that do will be worthy to live." The Centaur’s horns glowed with power, and Dainn stared up in growing horror as he felt his magic being drained from him. “Those who have had the misfortune of surviving one such as you are very strong, in fact.”

"And I, Tirek, find you lacking either the strength or the charisma. TO ME, MARES AND STALLIONS OF EQUESTRIA! I HEAR YOUR CALL FOR JUSTICE AGAINST HE WHO HAS WRONGED YOU, AND I BEG THAT YOU JOIN YOUR MAGIC WITH MINE SO THAT WE MIGHT STRIP HIM OF ALL THAT HE VALUES, AS HE DID TO YOU!"

His voice was loud enough that it echoed within the perverted, tawdry mess that the throne room had become, shattering every piece of glass within.

It was loud enough to echo through the halls, through all of Canterlot as thousands of free mares and stallions reclaimed businesses and homes that had once been theirs, setting the trappings of the caribou ablaze in great bonfires.

And yet, it was quiet enough that it did not destroy their eardrums.

Tirek could have done it himself. He could have just used his considerable power for the purpose.

But… no, the ponies deserved to make their tormentor experience all that he had made them undergo, tenfold.

A wave of magic pulsed through Canterlot, lines of power glowing through every crack in the streets, every line through bricks, every tree, every window, and for a moment it was brighter than day, blindingly bright.

And yet it felt like a wave to Tirek. A wave on some vast ocean that dwarfed even him, cresting and rushing at him. It pooled around his feet, leaving him shaking as he drew that wave into him, up his torso and into both of his horns…

And he released the power, aiming it directly at Dainn’s crotch.

His penis exploded, blood and hair splattering all over the throne room.

Dainn screamed, clutching the bloody ruin of his prized… well… royal lineage.

“YOU… BASTARD!” Dainn screamed. “YOU FREAK!”

“...Disgusting,” Tirek said. “I had meant for something entirely different, but, well… give the people what they want.”

He felt another wave oncoming.

“Besides, you won’t need it in a couple seconds,” Tirek laughed.

Tirek let the wave flow through him this time, and unleashed another blast at Dainn.

“NO!” Dainn yelled, as he grew somewhat lightheaded. “What… what’re you doing?!”

“I’m told that before the Fall, in Equestria, surgeons would try and make this relaxing,” Tirek said. “However…. nobody really cares about that.”

“What… WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEEEEEEE?!?” Dainn screamed. His voice grew higher pitched at the end of his scream.

Then, pain. Exquisite pain that burned every nerve ending, every bone feeling like it had been pulverized with a sledgehammer. Like his muscles were stuck between ever-widening clamps. his muscles atrophied, and he felt himself shrinking ever so slightly.

He felt like his chest and hips were about to explode.

"WHAT’S HAPPENING?!” Dainn yelled, in that sickening, awful feminine shriek.

He looked down to see huge breasts… and realized, to his horror, that they were his own. They were massive, beyond almost anything he had ever seen, so huge he could hear his spine crying out in protest.

“Something…. karmic,” Tirek said. “You always wanted an ideal mare, didn’t you? Too weak to fight back, pretty, dumb as a bag of bricks. Disgusting idea of femininity,” Tirek spat. “So now, you get to be that mare. Have fun.”

Magic crackled between Tirek’s horns. Deep, powerful magic, and suddenly, Dainn was flung through the air, into a waiting crowd of mares.

They stared at him almost hungrily.

He wasn’t going to go down easily; he was King Dainn, damn it! He was not some toy of a bunch of low females!

“Leave me alone, you low dregs! I am your king, and you will bow to me!” Dainn yelled at them. He then realized his voice was a bit higher pitched, and his body felt different.

Dread came over him when he realized Tirek wasn’t bluffing. He had been turned into his own victim, the thing he hated the most.

A female. Not just that, however. A twisted, idealized caricature of a female made freakish for its translation into real life, going from one extreme of the body to another every inch. His breasts were huge, far disproportionate to his figure, and his waist was thin enough to give even a habitual corset wearer pause. His hips were so wide, his legs so thin that he found it a chore to stand up.

Which may have been the point.

He fell to one side, gasping and unable to balance.

The mares and stallions didn’t bow. A few only laughed before they got down to business. Some looked grim. A disturbingly large amount, most of them mares, were smiling.

"No...no stay away from me!" The ponies began to draw closer to the former male, her now terrified eyes filled with utter dread as they all reached out for her.

"NO!"