Author's Notes:

For those who'd made it past part two, congratulations for getting hooked onto the story and thanks for returning to it; since y'all are wishing for more, this is what I am going to give: le viande du jour that is Day Six.

As such, this chapter will contain the fire and flames and take place at daytime as usual albeit in the pouring rain: a difficult task to accomplish in the lost time spent writing arduously; besides, this one is going to be longer than the other parts before it but has been finished nonetheless.

For those still wondering what the next part will be bringing, this will finish the day off for the most part; after all, this is nonetheless a Mature fanfic, dealing with heavy subject matter unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated.

The firmament in and of itself was now an absolute gray area: rather than a golden sun placed powerfully into the blue, it was lined with a mixture of silver and gray in many different shades whatsoever. Instead of any birds traversing along the log horizons thereof, there were small surges of electricity that had slithered on and about as they were being quickly followed along by some rolling thunder. The only thing that came out from there at once was a single droplet falling onto the solid ground beneath before it made a splash; of course, it had been one out of many pitter–patters that came next.

The presence of a rainstorm was usually the scene in which many people scurrying off to find shelter from its excesses; however, what was going on had proved to be not the case in the very slightest whatsoever: instead, it was more befitting for a crime of passion. The entire world was but a stage for recreational purposes of some fractured past time all littered out and about in reckless abandonment scenes from a trashy pulp fiction novelized magazine reenacted to the detail. Within the precipitation, the sounds of pain and sorrow were heard along with some joy and frenzy thrown into the mix like some toppings found upon a big bowl of ice cream being softly served up in the wet and messy fray. Even though that the downpour altogether was but warm light sprinkles, the soil beneath was becoming quickly saturated with it altogether; in addition, the very surface itself also started to gain the texture of tackiness inside itself as well. Accompanying the chemical moisture was the fragrance of such sources thereof; thanks to the misty appearance of the fresh raindrops, the scents themselves had blended in well like a solution swirled in a flask.

Out of the many reactants at this moment in time, only one group of them stood out amongst the others: a quartet of mares were surrounded by an abundance of stallions and caribou in various stages of undress; aside from donning only a purple collar around the necks and bizarre faces upon their visages, even they had their differences. While the three of them had possessed dingy grayscale manes and coats, only one stood out amongst the bunch, she had a loud and proud color scheme upon her body reminiscent of a flower. In the midst of such a storm, the mares’ eyes were opened wide to reveal the repelling pupils as they faced the spectators all at once, each bearing a cooler hue circling around. Adorned throughout their coats were many patches of dirt and residue along with some fresh bruises as they were already held down at once for the predominantly masculine crowd around them to explore in such a fashion. Even so, most of the mares had a thick plastic item lodged within their sheaths, each in a color matching their eyes; the one exception was that the mare in the midst of this had her sheath being occupied by the pink pony’s muzzle. Most importantly, the fact that they were in state painted a picture of what was going on at once; after all, the performance thereof was reflective of the high voltage emotions being expressed at once.

“AH, THAT’S RIGHT: DO ME RIGHT THERE…!” a flamboyant yelp escaped from one of the gray mares, a bespectacled one no less, as she was being entered by a muscular stag the same way that the other remaining three were by different stallions; the difference was unlike her sedentary state upon him, they were focusing in upon the former’s body with their own muzzles.

The sight of them being in such a state of constant expenditure at the merciless whims of their handlers had many of the observers’ attention frontal and centered at once. Aside from the frenzied responder that was being explored with glee, two of the other gray mares were currently drinking out of the former’s cleavage straight from the point. Even so, the pink pony was firmly buried in the whispering eye, grinding against itself as she felt one of the stallions driving into her at once.

Unlike the three whom were too dazed and confused to even care about what they’re enduring, so much was going around in the colorful one’s mind: rather than being filled to the brim of only mindless pleasure, there was a whole lot more beneath the surface; as such, a voice was heard, “Pinkamena… is that you…?”

“Hnng…” the titular subject groaned as she had her tongue stuck inside the old gray mare, “wha…?”

“Pinkie, I know you can hear me…” the same voice had echoed into the target’s ears at once against the pounding rain.

As the stallion explored the pink pony’s flanks, the latter slowly cried out, “Mom…? I’m so fucking sorry for all this…”

“And who do we have here; oh, you don’t like to remember what happened…?” a tender voice was heard, possessing more fluidity than the first one, “That’s okay if we should leave it this way…”

“But I remember: I remember your face since we have met again, Pinkie…” the first voice reached into the listener’s ears.

At that point, the pegasus burst into the plum pony and retreated, leaving behind a hot white trail at once; soon, another voice was heard into the fold, bearing some rough tidings instead, “And I also remembered what you had done: I just want to know why; do you still consider yourself a Pie?!”

“Inkie… Blinkie…” the pink pony cried, her tears reaching down to the sheath at once, “I’m sorry…”

“Do you really believe that you should earn forgiveness for something that was out of our control…?” the tender voice from before said to Pinkie even as the rain began to gain some intensity.

As the pegasus that drove into the plum performer was replaced by a unicorn, the pink pony wept, “What could I have done…?”

“Knowing yourself means to acknowledge your own actions…” the rough voice answered quickly as the unicorn started to drive into where the pegasus had left off, “As of now, you’ve done a lot of terrible things…”

“Please, I said that I’m sorry…!” Pinkie cried as she still went into the old gray mare’s whispering eye.

Without warning, the caribou retreated from his current position and was replaced by another caribou; during that time, the bespectacled performer moaned rather loudly, “GIVE ME MORE…!”

“And I also said it before so I’ll say it again: stuff your sorries in a sack…!” the rough voice quickly responded to the pink pony as the stallions behind the latter now traded places, “Nothing that you do in this world is going to make up for the pain we’d endured; in fact, I want nothing to do with the likes of a traitor such as yourself…!”

“Blinkie, I–––” the pink pony sobbed as she stopped herself in the middle of a sentence even as the others kept on going.

As the young gray mare felt the unicorn exiting out of there at once, the first voice said, “Pinkamena, it’s time I confess something to you: I’m not that strong to be considered a good mother…”

“How could you say that…?” the titular listener whimpered about at once, “You’re like the greatest mom in the whole wide world…!”

“Not at all… if I had known that this would happen, then I could have at least stopped you…” the pink pony heard as she felt some fresh residue being quickly shot on her moistened back and hair.

As Pinkie endured yet another onslaught, she wept, “Please mom, none of us knew that the caribou would invade Equestria…”

“I’m not talking about the invasion, Pinkamena; I meant the collar around your neck: it’s purple just like the rest of us…” the first voice interrupted the pink pony, despite the pounding rain, “If he were alive, I would have just sacrificed myself to protect you as much I could have with Inkerton and Blinkering; unfortunately, this situation reminds me of how I lost my mind.”

“What are you talking about…?” Pinkie asked as she had grunted in sync to the invader’s grinding.

As some traces of white made it to the abdomen, the tender voice answered, “While you were gone, the caribou had beaten and drugged her while we were forced to watch it happen; because of all this, I was the first to end up getting influenced in becoming a red collar not just to forget the pain she had endured but for another reason as well.”

“You mean that you were also a black collar too, Inkie; but what about Blinkie…?” the pink pony sobbed as the rain kept splashing her face and washed away her fresh hot tears, “does that mean…”

“No use beating around the bush here: I ended up crying a lot more than I have ever since the time they’ve fucked me in the ass; in fact, it was a lot harder than when our grandmother died before you left the farm when we were fillies…” the rough voice answered, lowering her hostilities by a minimum.

At this moment onward, the old gray mare had now bellowed, “DON’T STOP; I’M GONNA BURST!!”

“Ever since then, I had truly wanted to die; the shame and humiliation was just far too much for me to take: losing a father, losing our clothes, being thrown to rapists, losing the farm, not to mention being unable to protect the ones we had loved…” the rough voice elaborated on about her reply, “Of course, Ma tried to keep my hopes up about how justice will prevail and whatnot or at least until those bastards took her away and made her purple; ultimately what had made me angry wasn’t that she was taken from us: instead, the fact that we both found you in a cow costume made me sick to my stomach. After what had happened, I tried to escape with my sister in tow to a ship heading on out of the shithole that used to be our homeland; of course, we have barely made to Los Pegasus before they caught up and that’s where we came in: because of what I did, I traded my black collar for a purple one instead just like our mom here which also meant she gave up her red collar too.”

“Oh, Blinkie…” Pinkie wailed softly, as she was ignored by the participants who continued onward with the libidinous onslaught.

As the bespectacled performer felt the changing of the off–guard spectators, the tender voice soon spoke about, “Since we never been able to see each other again in a long time, I want to say that I forgive you anyway; I just wish that we would have been able to meet under different circumstances, sister. I missed you so much since that day you’ve left the farm: mom and dad missed you and he hasn’t been able to forgive himself over it; in fact, I just wished that I could have come with you but I was too scared to leave them behind. Mom told me that no one deserves to have such an experience being wished on others and I don’t know what else to say about it all; then again, there’s something else I need to tell you, Pinkie: my body has changed recently.”

“You… don’t… mean… that–––” the pink pony peeped as she pondered on what had been pronounced before a period of pronunciation pierced her pitter–pattering palate, “Oh Celestia, what have I done?! I’ve just become another harlot for the invaders to puppeteer me and I let them destroy my own family along with many others: Inkie, Blinkie, mom, and dad; it’s horrible enough that my friends had to suffer such a tragedy but why did it have to be them too?! I don’t deserve to be an Element of Laughter, I don’t deserve to be an Equestrian, and I don’t even deserve to fucking live at all! All I just want their suffering to end already before it gets even worse; I JUST WANT TO DIE ALREADY…!”

“You’re broken but I can put you back together…” another voice was heard but had already lacked the feminine traits best identified by the likes of Pinkie or the three gray mares nearby her; in fact, the source of it all didn’t originated from the ones that were already in the heat of the moment.

The pink pony had suddenly stopped in surprise at how this was turning out even as the overall audience around them still used the very mares nearby at their leisure, swept up in a heat of passion that reeked about in the rainstorm. A full beat of silence passed through her mind as she started to conjure up many possibilities as to who else would be listening in onto the conversation: a random unicorn with the ability to read minds or some other being who had bothered paying attention. Irregardless of who or what had entered into the fray, Pinkie had her sorrow turned into ambiguity as the process of elimination instantaneously took place in the recesses of her fragile mind; surely, she already felt her own situation being a jest by such concerns.

Unbeknownst to the crowd, only one individual now just stepped up to the challenging acreage: it had been none other than Adam himself who made his way throughout the rain soaked earth; of course, his presence was not without consequence as there was a wayward voice growling, “you…”

“The one and only, faker…” the canine chuckled, clapping his hands together only calmly than concurrently, “I’m actually kind of surprised that you would stop and celebrate this but not look for me…”

“What the fuck is this guy talking about…?” a stray spectator’s voice was heard in the driving rainstorm.

Nevertheless, Adam found himself surrounded by an assortment of guards, both equine and cervine in nature as they pointed their tools of destruction in his direction; at this point onward, one of them had now taken the time to say, “So this is the heretic that’s been causing us all the trouble earlier; you may have caused us panic here last time, but at least we’re ready this time. Besides, waltzing in here like that without a care in the world, spewing such crap about how such a whore should be treated is exactly the reason why this land had been conquered long ago: they waste it on such risky concerns like politics and society. At least, the entire world will become like our own paradise as soon as we can mobilize out of Equestria; never again must our brethren be subjected to such lies that the likes of those Princess whores and her liar gaming cunts spewing baseless rhetoric about how harmony and friendship sustained the failed state!”

“Hahh…” the canine yawned blustery, stoking the flames of the drenched opposition in attendance, “Kind of like how yours is the failed state or rather will be in the next five or so years, give and take…”

“The only thing that had failed around these parts is your rabble rousing revolution: all these cunts that have fled are now back under control, including the Whores of Harmony that dared to escape; even now, your return is the last mistake you’ll ever make as a heretical scumbag…!” one of startled guards, a caribou spat back at Adam.

At that moment onward, more reinforcements had came and surrounded the canine within seconds; despite the mounting odds heaping over, the latter laughed again, “You know, it’s kind of sad that we could’ve found ourselves in some back alley comedy club talking about a pair of some talentless hacks try to make heroism into an unfunny joke.”

“And what does this have anything to do with what you’re trying to prove to us males here?!” A jet black unicorn had snarled loudly as they all edged forward to Adam rather slowly, “All we can see is some future cum dump talking his way into some deep trouble ‘cause of some sad sack delusions…!”

“Just like what you’re doing now…” The canine retorted carelessly even as the others came on over to his direction.

It was not long until lo and behold another opponent had slowly joined in on the fray with unconvincing dread wafting in through the nose: it was none other than Dainn himself with stature synonymous with an eleven term polynomial; despite this, Adam remained firm and allowed the former to speak, “So then, you’re the one that’s been stoking the rebellion recently. I find this very idea of yours to be laughably pathetic so to speak; after all, why should a lowly heretic hope for such a silly thing like equality? The lowly mares already outnumbered their superior others and the weakly influences had left the homeland vulnerable one too many times to count with their slut of a so–called princess running it right into the ground. This entire festival here will show how much of a masculine presence is greatly needed in this whole wide world: no more will these inferior cunts risk their worthless lives and bodies over such silly notions of worldly responsibilities when all that they should be doing now is serve the stallions and the caribou.”

“And then what: the whole thing implodes beneath where you’re standing upon the high ground…?” the canine had quickly interjected, bringing the animosity around up into a slow and unsteady boil no less, “The way I see it, it would only be a matter of time until everything that makes sense to you becomes undone. Even if you managed to shut out all the freedom from the others in the rest of the world with your army, it would not even prevent the large scale catastrophes from ensuing anyway. Every single species aside from your kind and your allies will become extremely unsatisfied with the way such things are managed through sheer force and manipulation.”

“And how exactly are going to address this problem; haven’t you forgotten that you’re surrounded…?” The king bellowed as Adam watched the mob creeping forward like a gathering storm.

Aside from the torrential downpour and the libidinous orchestra playing about in the background through synchronicity, the canine remained silent for the most part, leaving the observers expectant but wary for the most part; soon, there was a spasm of wheezing that metamorphosed into laughter, “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!”

“Is there something funny here or are you about to lose your mind along with this fight…?” The jet black unicorn had asked as a few others of his peers were now slightly confused, “Either way, we will be looking forward to fucking the ass off of you as a purple collar; as a matter of fact, you’re gonna become a huge ass reminder of what we do to sympathizers in this day and age. Besides, it was already bad enough when we had allowed our own whores to do whatever the fuck they had wanted with Celestia running things for far too long through such lies, but your reign of terror will end there as soon as it had begun, you heretic…! After all, in a few years’ time, you and the Elements of Harmony themselves will become just a distant memory for our brothers to put out of their minds as we go off to sleep in the nights as long as our king is around…!”

“Which is exactly why I am here today; you honestly thought that I was going to show up all alone, weren’t I…?” Adam snidely remarked at once; of course, it would be safe to say that gravity kicked in.

At that moment, the circle of opponents readied their weapons and hardened their glares; in addition, the jet black unicorn was about to speak once more when his eyes grew wide at something else: instead of a statement, there was growling but it didn’t come from the canine or them in the very slightest. Dainn soon looked around and found a horde of strange creatures slowly materializing from within the solid earth and into the rain right behind Adam: it had the same body types and styles as that of a caribou and equine, together or otherwise; of course, they all possessed their fair share of differences as everyone else. Many of them had a pair of antlers but some had horns reminiscent of a unicorn instead and alongside them were a few with both sets, all that were within various lengths thereof; in addition, there were even others that had none of those things poking out of their heads at all by comparison. While that many of these beings were wearing some sets of clothing, the real matter worthy of concern in the observers’ eyes was how their integumentary systems were showing signs of paleness and darkness in and of themselves, all with some wear and tear thrown directly into the mixture. Each and every one of the members within the very horde had taken on the attributes best suited for the likes of animals, insects, plants, fungi, and, oddly enough, prokaryotic lifeforms; either way, such peculiarities were not of something to be considered praiseworthy or aweinspiring. Even the ones that had remotely looked normal for the most part from their perspectives possessed some traits so uncanny nonetheless: uneven eyes, broad muzzles, long teeth, different appendages, and conflicting odors; of course, there were those that lacked at least one of such sets.

The jet black unicorn noticed that one of those beings was spewing a light green fluid that sizzled when the raindrops had made contact; he squinted and said, “What the… what the fuck?!”

“Oh, I see that you haven’t met my army since you didn’t asked…” The canine had wistfully answered back all at once, “But don’t worry, I trust that it will be a rather short battle for you all anyway…”

“YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD NOW…!” The jet black unicorn snarled as he charged at Adam without so much as even a warning, thrusting a polearm in the latter’s abdomen in the process; as a result, there was a small fountain of blood emerging from the newly formed laceration at once.

In their minds, at least alongside everyone else’s minds, that should have been enough to cause a slow and painful death to take place; of course, such a thing like that did not ensue in the very least, not even so much as a bloodcurdling death rattle thereof but rather something else: at that moment, the canine held firm and coughed out, “Nice aim but not good enough. I take that you were intending to go straight for my heart no less, am I right then; of course, you already did know that such a blow like it could kill some living being like myself no less, don’t it sir…? With such a powerful weapon like that, you were looking forward to killing me after all, rather than making me one of your own slaves like all the others; so, I guess that what happens next is what you deserve…!”

“HOLY SHIT…!” One of the onlookers, a beige pegasus with an axe, exclaimed as he watched something else ensue before his golden eyes: the jet black peer that attacked Adam was struck by a blood red tongue that spat out of the muzzle almost instantly; before long, the combatant’s face sizzled and burned, the fluid already eating away the flesh and fur at once, “DARKEL…!”

“Ah, must have been a friend of yours, perhaps…?” The canine replied without a care in the whole wide world as the aforementioned unicorn now started to bleed as well, screaming about loudly while flailing about amidst the rain in an attempt to cover up the afflicted area within moments.

Both the king and his subjects looked on in shock and outrage as Darkel collapsed onto the soaking soil in pain; among them was the beige pegasus that screamed, “YOU DAMNED CUNT!!”

“And so the plot thickens…” Adam thought to himself as he watched the next attacker make his move at once, “Have at thee, coward…”

“I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS, YOU FREAK OF NATURE…!” The beige pegasus had bellowed loudly while quickly charging towards the almost immobile canine in a blinding rage against the downpour.

At this point on, the storm now erupted but instead of rain with a few rumbles of thunder from the heavens, it was of bloodshed with a side helping of disarray wreaking upon the earth. While that no sentient being present and accounted would ever dare to admit such a thing personally, an aura of dread now wafted throughout the moisturized atmosphere. The nuclei that emerged within the tempest became a hotbed of fury thanks to Adam’s arrival, a result of such a confrontation from not too long ago between the two parties. The searing pain that had been already felt by the unlucky jet black unicorn was absolutely nothing compared to what was also going to follow afterwards thanks to the sheer ordeal. The sorrow of many, including the likes of the pink pony amongst the quartet still resonated in the background along with the torrential downpour to this passing moment.

Even though that the rain had already begun just only earlier, it didn’t bother to change the fact that the end was now coming soon; as a matter of fact, judging from the copious amount of personnel thereof in attendance, it was going to be a rather short fight suffice it to say in the very least.

As the colleague of the newly slain Darkel neared the canine with little warning whatsoever, one of the members in the horde flew straight at the equine and bared some teeth at the former. It wasn’t long until some streams of blood had emerged from the wound, etched deeply into the neckline thanks to the amalgamated creature. Unlike the jet black unicorn that was left aside, the beige pegasus was currently being eaten alive right before everyone’s eyes. The screams of rage that once spurted out of his mouth devolved into pure unadulterated terror as his flesh was gnashed by the sharp teeth of the attacker’s monstrous maw. The sickening crunches made in the process only served to unsettle the viewers greatly; of course, there were two people that remained firm: Adam and Dainn.

As the creature feasted upon the beige pegasus over the damp soil, the king bellowed quickly, “DESTROY THESE ABOMINATIONS AT ONCE; LEAVE NOT A SINGLE HORRID BEING ALIVE!!”

“UNDERSTOOD…!” a silver earth pony had replied, quickly drawing a crossbow out and about at the rest of the horde at once, “ONWARD!!”

“LONG LIVE THE KING…!” the remaining peers had joined in as they went in the direction towards the opposition at once.

Slowly but surely, the canine then broke the wooden base of the polearm away from the torso, leaving the rest of it all inside; the fact that he had done so now served to validate their objectives at hand.

As the blood upon the recently assaulted body began to coagulate and stop itself from leaking out from there all at once, Adam chuckled darkly, “Let the war games begin…”

Soon enough, screams suddenly spilled out from onto the center of the standardized structure; the simple sight of such things being reason enough alone to stop the spectacles as they were. Sure enough, the several mares that were being invaded by the participants only recently were now abandoned to their own devices almost instantaneously out in the cold hard rain thereof. Simply residing alone off towards the side was not the end of their expenditure for the most part: while that Pinkie was able to get away from the remaining three, the rest had continued onward.

“Hah hah…” the pink pony panted as she gain an opportunity to look at herself freely: all that was clothed upon her body was the raindrops upon her coat along with the residue being washed away, “I should’ve just at least told Twilight about the caribou sooner before the whole damn mess…”

“COME ON, MY LITTLE TROLLOPS; DRINK UP THAT MILK MAMA’S GIVING YOU…!” the old gray mare loudly moaned at once, causing Pinkie to turn towards the former; at that point, the sight of the latter’s peers still engaging in such a command became briefly averted in the process. It wasn’t long until the petite pink pony in particular had instantaneously flashed a thick line of jade across the weary visage, contorted and scrunched up at once to the point where even her own very cheeks puffed up in expectation of what had came of such a ghastly convergence like no other. Surprisingly, nothing had happened at all to even stain the moistened soil that she was simply standing upon; of course, it didn’t dare bothering to change the fact of the matter in which the gravity of the very situation itself that everyone was now thrown into just only recently.

Pinkie swallowed about at once and thought to herself, “I got to find Rainbow and the others; there’s no telling what will happen if one of those icky things reach them. Of course, I can’t just leave my mom and my sisters alone either; it’s bad enough they had us fucking each other but I can’t let them be killed in the process.”

“HEY PINKIE…!” a loud voice had shouted into the eponymous listener’s ears at once, causing her to snap out of such train of thought; the culprit was none other than Rainbow herself, standing there with nothing on her body, “don’t just stand there; we gotta go and help the others...!”

“You’re right…!” the pink pony said as she closed her eyes and returned focus onto the recently abandoned performers, carefully separating the three all at once so as to avoid the resumation of debauchery.

As Pinkie did so, one of the gray mares came into her line of sight: it was the bespectacled elder from before but different than the other in front of the viewer; instead of fluids and moisture adorning the coat, a dark blue dress was found along with a brooch upon the latter who said, “Pinkamena…”

“Mom…” the titular witness replied in shock at the weary figure in question, “you look… different…”

“Who said I was…?” the figure responded, bearing a tired visage in contrast to the one from much earlier.

A single tear escaped from the pink pony’s eyes as she said only timidly, “I’m sorry for putting you all through this; I can’t believe that–––”

“Pinkamena, listen clearly…!” the clothed being had soon interjected, holding firm to the touch for the aforementioned listener, “we all know and we understand; there’s no use in repeating it anyway…”

“But what about the ponies I have–––” was all that Pinkie tried to speak before a loud noise crackled about throughout her ears.

Quickly, the pink pony awoken back to reality as she heard, “ALL PERSONNEL ARE TO EVACUATE THE STADIUM AT ONCE; USE THE APPROPRIATE EXITS IN AN ORDERLY FASHION! DO NOT ENGAGE COMBAT WITH THE ENEMY UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES WHATSOEVER!”

“What are you doing just standing there…?” the old gray mare gurgled as she spread her lower hooves apart, “finish this little harlot off already…!”

“Oh dear; Ah take that this must be Missus Pie here…” another voice was making its way through; as a result, Pinkie soon turned away from one of the performers to find someone else in her line of eyesight: it was none other that Applejack with a red collar instead of black one that the cyan pegasus had on.

The orange mare looked at the three gray mares with a soft and shaken look as the pink pony said, “never thought I would see you again; I was worried that you were about to become a… a… a–––”

“Ah know…” Applejack said as she hugged Pinkie tightly with little warning whatsoever, “let’s just focus on getting them out of here already; whatever in thunderation these things are, Ah rather not stick around and wait for them to reach us…”

“Same here…” the pink pony simply said as she quickly broke away from the orange mare all at once.

As many individuals now scrambled to escape the ensuing carnage all at once, the opposing forces went all out on one another like raging waters in the midst of the perfect storm: while there were many stags and stallions on both sides of the battlefield, only the canine’s presence thereof served to show the kind of a difference they’d possessed amongst themselves. The rather lightning fast clashing of metal gear from the royal forces were already being countered all at once by the various appendages of the amalgamated beings that had given their own reply about almost instantaneously within the pouring rain. Out of the many, some of the combatants that were already in attendance had quickly taken flight and then caught some big air whereas the unicorns soon conjured up auras and dished out some magic at one another, all in a concentrated attempt to help their own comrades in quashing the common enemy. The uproarious outbursts of yelling by the guards was being instantly contrasted with the guttural emittance of shrieks made by the creatures, all of whom were lacking the dread and horror emitted by the civilians who were still fleeing the maximum carnage. The sheer overwhelming determination between the two factions was reaching at an all time high, blood and gore now staining the rain soaked soil but instead of being an unsettling uniformity of red, there were also some traces of orange, green, blue, and black thrown into the mixture all at once. With all the fighters in tow, it was like, without a doubt, a duel of the fates for the most part; as such, many would be entitled to ask such obvious questions in the process: who lives, who dies, and then what?

Dainn had taken up his hammer and took his time in swinging it at the aggressive Adam, holding firm as the others were. With every strike being made by the caribou, it was either being dodged or countered by the parrying of the canine’s swift strikes. Neither side refused to falter first even as the moisture ridden air absorbed most, if not, all of the blows made by them at once. Dainn became incandescent whereas Adam remain drab, twisting each other’s attacks into even handed interceptions between one another.

As the onslaught was taking place all around them, the caribou opened his mouth and said, “so, it seems you’re not as slow as my subjects had theorized but surely you have your limits as these females had in the new order; won’t be long now…”

“Don’t be too modest about yourself; even I have been able to keep myself on edge…” the canine replied icily as they both flung each other into the rampage, “grinding and camping is all that I could do for the time being…”

“Time is something you don’t have; besides, the fact that you’re still here won’t change a thing or what you are…” Dainn retorted, using the hammer to push back Adam’s untimely barrage in the process.

The canine jumped back from the blunt strike and began to return the favor as he struck at the caribou at once, this time procuring some sickles in the process. This move shocked Dainn for, up until that moment, Adam was basically unarmed but still dangerous; nevertheless, the former refused to let the latter crack. After all, the caribou was already adorned with an abundance of musculature while the canine hid right underneath the stabilized fabric of speed and ambiguity.

Despite breaking a sweat within the downpour, Adam said, “at least, I’ve been making the best of it: all I had to do was stoke the fire of rebellion quickly just to make myself known; besides, I’m going to make each and every second I have on me count in destroying you and your regime whole.”

“The only thing that will be destroyed is you; much like how this whore crumbled in a matter of minutes earlier that year, so will you and every one of your followers…” Dainn countered as he avoided the blades in the process; at this point, his antlers lit up and began to radiate, “after this, you and every poisonous idea associated with it will be a thing of the past: no more gender equality, no more squandered peace, no more filthy lies, no more false freedoms, no more rebellions. Last year was already oversaturated with a series of calamities, all the product of female imperfection; as such, it has left this land of theirs vulnerable to one catastrophe after another. Our presence alone is proof of how far they have truly fallen into their actual nature, willingly or otherwise and the fact the light with shine amongst this new reality as it were: one ruled by a brotherhood of strong males.”

“What a pathetic lie it is: even though that there are weaklings in your world, they’re far from powerless as you may claim; even a single being has the ability to bring the planet to ruin as you have…” the canine snarled, his voice now bearing rough tidings than the caribou compared to before.

Soon enough, Dainn’s eyes glowed an eerie white and he bellowed, “SILENCE! WHAT ONLY MATTERS NOW IS YOUR DESTRUCTION AND I WILL SEE TO IT HAPPENING ALL AT ONCE!”

It wasn’t long until the caribou’s antlers grew whiter and brighter until it sparkled about with a deathly sheen; soon, a large orb formed in the very middle. Then, it had happened at once: a powerful blast had emerged, concentrating into Adam’s position as it became a wide beam of energy unleashed. The smoke that had emitted from there was proof of how hot it became, burning brighter than the flower, sun, and rain all present in the whole wide world. Slowly but surely, the heatwave of energy had soon started to subside in about a matter of seconds, only leaving everything in its path without a trace.

“Ugh…” a gasp came out from there as the situation made itself clearly, belonging to none other than Pinkie herself with eyes widen in shock; at the same time, her body was shuddering about, “Adam…?”

“Pinkie, what’s wrong…?” Applejack asked as she watched the eponymous individual holding herself with both arms; in contrast, the former was in the process of dragging the old gray mare over the shoulder.

As the shaking stopped, the pink pony had soon answered, “it was, or is supposed, to be a doozy…”

“What doozy?” the orange mare instantaneously responded at once, “what do you mean by that, Pinkie…?”

“I should have had that doozy before the whole thing went down, but that meanie nurse must have drugged me when I had been asleep last night in the dungeon; could this be it instead?” the titular equine answered as she was currently clutching her chest in between the cleavage at once.

Applejack slowly turned her eyes away from her friend and looked towards where Dainn was: below him were at least several dozen corpses littering the ground in reckless abandonment, each of them, either being purebloods or amalgamations, directly over a pool of their own blood. The fact that the caribou from before was still up and running in the orange mare’s weary eyes had left in disbelief; even though that there were many others still fighting onward, a sense of enragement was coursing throughout her soaked body with each passing second thereof. Rather than succumb to the outburst building up within, Applejack was quickly reminded of the accompanied performer that remained closeby and the fact that the others needed to be brought to safety nevertheless; after all, the situation at hand was not worth the outpouring of emotions.

The fact that the canine was nowhere in sight amongst the casualties shocked the orange mare; however, something strange had soon suddenly happened before her very eyes all at once: almost instantly, there were many particles quickly gathering on and about nearby Dainn. Before long, they had all manifested itself into a rather outworldly being that was unlike the creatures that were at contention with the guards: it bore both horns unlike that of the unicorns and wings even more unlike of a pegasus. Unlike many taking the form that the others had already possessed, this being was composed of a naked and solidus shell lacking in color, save for many traces of blue, green, orange, and yellow trailing from underneath the illuminated eyes in overwhelming radiation. Out of the two eyes it had bore, one of them burned a bright red with a scratch over it being bled into; the other however was but a faint hazel dot being slowly shrunken into the nothingness thereof.

The caribou that had been able to notice this peculiarity was shocked at first to say the least but soon became quickly outraged at this point, growling deeply at once, “how… is this… POSSIBLE?!”

“Who said it wasn’t…?” the winged combatant had replied at once, bearing a large feedback that resonated all throughout the way, “it is time to pay for your heinous crimes against nature, Dainn…!”

“HERETIC SCUM…!” the aforementioned king yelled as he fired yet another beam at his opponent; unlike last time though, it wasn’t a direct hit that was super effective but rather instantaneously avoided.

With little warning whatsoever, it’d appeared nearby Dainn once more and whispered coldly, “my turn…”

At this moment onward, the winged being soon made a counterstrike, bearing qualities unlike the hordes beneath them. With one swift sleight of hand, it reached for the caribou’s muscle; in the process, a bright pink spark was emitted from there with blue bolts of lightning thrown into the mix. While that no blood came out from Dainn’s body, he clutched onto himself at once, unable to fire another blast of energy at his attacker. Upon the seventh hit, it had relented at once, keeping a restrained position devoid of graphically depicted fantasy violence.

“Gurkk…” the caribou gurgled as he tried to concentrate on the combatant’s location for an attack, spitting out some blood, “you bastard…!”

“You’ve underestimated the power of free will and nature; now goodbye…!” the attacker spoke before laying another hand upon Dainn; at this point, the former began to shine an eerie afterglow unlike the one before.

All of the sudden, the winged combatant charged into the caribou and dragged him downward towards the topsoil where the others were fighting to the death. Dainn felt himself being led against control as the gravity bore down onto his shoulders as he soon descended back onto the solid earth in a matter of seconds. Terminal velocity suddenly increased as the proximity from the heavens became distant, the connection to earth almost rather imminent in a matter of seconds. Soon enough, it had happened: the moment when the caribou touched down, it was done with so much force being applied that a powerful blast was made. It had created a dome that surely obliterated the bloodstained battlefield in which the fighting herds were upon, shining bright like some diamonds in the sky. While its immense power didn’t reach the edge where Applejack and the other mares resided, it’d created strong winds that had nearly knocked them aside. As such, the ordeal had resulted into it quickly piercing a large hole into the cloudy skies above that were raining upon the solid ground far too earlier ago.

When the blast subsided, all that had only remained was a crater that dug too deep into the soil; because of this, a few of the stragglers had took the time to catch a breath and take a look at it: even the cyan pegasus opened her eyes to say, “sweet mother of Celestia… what the fuck was that?!”