Far south from the Canterlot scape, beyond Everfree, upon the top of a snowswept mountain overlooking a desolate valley on the borders of Equesrtia, stood a figure completely covered in crimson wrapping. By the shape, it was a stallion, a large one at the that, and over the spaces where his eyes should be, were odd symbols in there stead, radiating inky blackness. The ends of the wrappings waved in a gust of as he just stared in the general direction of Canterlot.

A humming noise behind him caused him to turn and see a blue mare in a coat of furry tails cuddling a raggedy doll covered in more stitches than a reanimated corpse. Close by was a small fire with a pot suspended over it by a hooked iron rod. What was in the pot? Neither of the two ponies cared to think about. The mare had a purple mane and tail, neatly braded in complex patterns, and the rest of her was so nicely groomed it might put a certain white unicorn to shame. But her eyes were the most unique, as they the color kept changes, and not in sync with each other either.

The stallion sat on the opposite side of the fire and stared across at the mare who just kept humming and cuddling the doll. She was an enigma to him, and he to her, she seemed to have always been there with him, through fires, riots, wars, storms, chaos, and things not even they were sure they could believe. There didn't seem to be a time before they met, either because they had forgotten, or the time before was too much for their minds. Whatever their reasons for not remembering, they didn't discuss it.

"This place seems peaceful," the mare said suddenly, setting the doll aside and reaching towards the large ladle in the pot to give the contents a taste. It was as bitter and vile as the bilge in a ship's hull. But she downed it anyway, it much better than many of the other things she had had to eat.

The stallion produced a map from the wrappings and opened it up. "It would appear that we sit upon the Seven Horns, a mountain range separating a place called Equestria and Germaney. These are puns, not names. What a ridicules world. I believe this will be easier than the last world."

"These two certainly were," said the mare as she pointed to the pot with the ladle. "These bodies the world gave us seem to indicate a more complex system though. Like how I'm holding a serving utensil without any form of grasping appendage. Perhaps another world ripe with magic?"

The stallion shoved the map back into the wrappings and shrugged as he grabbed a plate and held it out so that his companion could pile on some of the foul garbage. "What else could it be? Universes with no concept of magic, universes with a magic fantasies, universes where science is impossible, universes where the laws of physics are devised by madmen. Like our dear friend the Doctor. Several versions of him, and one constant. Always running, just a man trying to keep ahead of the tsunami before it crashes into the shore."

"Why do we always find him though?" the mare asked as she fixed another plate for herself. "Of an infinite number of universe, how is it we're always running into him? How many times have I asked this question now?"

"Destiny, of course," the stallion chuckled and he began pulling away the wrappings from around his head. "The chances of us running against him as many times as we have in an infinite expanse is simply infinity to zero. There can be no other explanation."

"Do you think he'll be here?" the mare asked with a hopeful gleam in her eye.

"I have no doubt," the stallion chuckled. he had removed the last of the wrappings and exposed dark brown fur with a solid white mane and golden eyes. He opened his mouth and exposed a set of teeth exclusive to voracious carnivores, just right for consuming the contents of his plate.

The mare watched in wicked pleasure as she watched his eat his meal like a ravenous wolf. No matter what shape a universe put them in, he was always so handsome and funny. But there was something about this form of his that really punctuated all the things she loved about him. That suddenly gave her a revolutionary idea.

"Why don't we not do as we normally do?" the mare asked, standing up and trotting around the fire and wrapping her hooves around his neck.

"What do you mean?" the stallion asked quizzically, his mouth rimmed with the disgusting slop.

The mare licked away the mess from his face and rubbed her nose against his cheek. This universe was really making her frisky. "I mean, how about instead of eating everything and sending the rest into Oblivion, we instead... conquer it, become its masters. There's really no need to do the same things over and over again is there? I mean, after ten million years, hasn't gotten stale? Routine even?"

"Keep talking," the stallion said, falling into his companion's feminine spell.

"We've accomplished the impossible time and time and time again. We've broken the laws of nature, physics and time. We're practically a fact of infinity. Who knows when we started this, a million years in the future, a few seconds in the past, this moment we're talking right now we could be just starting our rampage. We don't even know why."

The stallion felt himself being lifted off the ground so that he was standing on his hind legs with his hooves holding his companion's hooves. She spoke in a seductive, singsong voice the pulled him deeper into her wily charms.

"How about we do something different? Instead of destruction, we can rule all time and infinity. Take over the next universe, again and again, have people worship us and bend to our every word. We could grow fat, sit upon thrones of gold and bones, and everything would be perfect. We'll never destroy all the universes anyway, infinity is infinity, and there is no way to destroy them all. Please, Let's stay here and conquer."

The stallion let go of her hooves, causing her to cry out as she lost her balance. But he caught her in an embrace before she fell and pulled her close, stroking her mane, feeling the silky strands. He knew what she was doing, but he didn't care, he loved her far to much to deny her any pleasure. "If we can be destroyers, then I know we can be conquerors. There is nothing these beings have that can save them from us. Even the Doctor has failed every time. Maybe we can even get him to serve us. Maybe he'll be tired of running one day. We'll soon see." Next Chapter: -8- From Where I Stand Estimated time remaining: 10 Minutes