"Hit him again."

Bill did as he was told and hit the caribou again, only with much force as to knock a few teeth off. Jedrus watched from the corner, leaning against a support beam while another Kynval simple guarded the front door leading to this place.

As the raid commenced in the night, Jedrus and Bilifulag were tasked by their new master to retrieve one of the 'Elements' from the caribou. Of course, they don't even know where to begin to look. Thankfully, the large centaur named Tirek told them where to start looking for one of the elements. From the information they gathered while...'interrogating' some unfortunate stallion who decided to be a hero and charge them. One of the elements resided in a place called 'Sugarcube Corner', across from the marketplace. They slit the throat of the stallion once they got the information. With another Kynval assisting them, they went on their way.

When they got to there, Jedrus was disgusted by the scene. The whole entire building looked like what Sheogorath would do if he was craving for something sweet. The outside of the building had a gingerbread coating that covered it, with frosting covering some of the structure. Gumdrops and candy canes covered the front, while some other things he couldn't described. Frosting covered the roof of the place.

The horror.

When they got inside the place, it looked normal; like some of the taverns they visited back in Cyrodiil. What was different, however, was the way they set it up. The females were bare naked, with sugars and candy all over their breasts and vagina. There was one female that had whip cream around her breasts and vagina, with two cherries’ on her nipples. Males, both stallion and caribou, were currently eating some sweets while some of them fucked the females, completely oblivious to the fighting outside. When they stormed in the building, the caribou guards and stallions all froze. They didn't waste any time, as one of the Kynval plunged his sword within the mouth of the closest caribou when he was about to talk. Jedrus, with his large battle-axe, sliced through an unfortunate stallion in two. Bill knocked a caribou's head clean off with his mace, the head rolled on the floor. The other guards sprained into action, grabbing whatever they can find. The slaves to their chance and escaped from the back.

The Daedra that finished of the caribou rushed over to one of the guards, using his shield as a battering ram. He completely knocked him of his hooves and plunged his sword deep into his chest. Jedrus blocked the caribou's sword with the pole of his battle-axe. The caribou decided to swing sideway in hopes of catching him off. However, He also thought of the same thing and swung horizontally. Both of the blades collided. The guard's sword was shattered, millions of pieces scattered to the floor. Jedrus used the momentum of the axe and swung back around once again, cleaving the guards head clean off.

Another caribou had managed to get behind him and slashed at his armor. Unfortunately for him, Daedric armor is considered to be the strongest armor in the world of Nirn. The caribou's sword shattered when it came in contact with the armor. He felt the sudden blow and turned to face him. The caribou was terrified when Jedrus saw him and was ready to run, but he didn't give him a chance. With a mighty heave, he lifted the axe above his head and sliced down, cutting his body into two. Blood and guts spilled out of the large cut. He saw Bill taking down the last guard, beating his face with his mace while he was down. The last caribou was terrified and tried to run away. Thankfully, the occupants of the store came inside and knocked him out. The first one wore a baker’s uniform with an orange and white tie. He had an orange coat with a bright orange mane and tail. He appeared lanky compared to the others that he saw. The one next to him appeared wide and large compared to the male. She had a sea-like coat with a dark-light pink swirled tail. Like all the other females, she was naked and had a black collar on her. Her breast appeared bigger than the ones that he saw during the raid. Her 'cutie mark' consist of three cupcakes. At first, they were terrified of the Kynval in the room, and justified this by running and screaming outside. The Dremora didn't follow them, as they didn't care for them.

Currently they are beat the crap out of a caribou guard tied to a chair. They won't kill him...yet. His body had bruises all over, with a few bruises bleeding out blood. Half of his face was one big swollen mess. His mouth had a few cuts on the lips, some of them from the daggers they used. Jedrus stood in front of him after Bill threw another punch to his stomach. "Now let's try this again." He grabbed the caribou by the antlers. "Where is the so-called 'Element of Laugher'?"

"I already told you. I don't know anything!" The caribou screamed.

"I'll believe it when I see it." He nodded to Bill. He once again punched him across the face. He saw some teeth flying right out of his mouth. He punched him again and again, until he put his gantlet hands on his armored hands. "This is going to end one way or another." He said, his black eyes piercing through his helmet. "You must have fucked her at some point."

"I didn't!" The caribou was now crying. "I just joined the guard so I could get some money. Sure, I may have raped a few slaves, but I was forced into it! I don't know anything! Please, don't kill me!"

He glared right into the caribou's eyes. "Well you must know something. If you don't give us what we want,” He pulled a Daedric Dagger out of his sheath on his belt. "then I will personally cut your balls and dick off. Then I'm going to shove those balls down your throat. And then I'm going to fuck you with your OWN DICK!!!"

"........whoa. That is harsh." Bill commented.

"Oh shut up." He retorted.

The caribou was now terrified, as the look on his face told him anything. Jedrus was about to say something when he suddenly snuffed the air and smelled something bad. Looking down, he saw the caribou's pants were wet around his private areas. He also saw some brown spots behind him, indicating that he shitted himself.

"By the princes, that smells horrible!" Bill plugged his nose with the tip of his fingers, care to not graze the clawed tips into it.
Jedrus wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Your right. Let’s move him somewhere else so we can't smell it."

Before the two could lift the chair, Jedrus heard crying behind him. He withdrew his battle-axe from his back and turned around, expecting a guard to come at him. Instead, he saw the same ponies that came in earlier and went screaming. They were holding something in their hands, little blankets covering it. From the crying that he hears from the bundles, he probably expected it to be babies or whatever they called in this world. They looked extremely terrified to see them, their eyes wide with terror.

Normally, the Daedra would kill the mortals on sight. But since they serve under a new master, they are instructed to kill only the caribou and the possessed stallions. All the others are 'off the hook', which sucked for them, but at least they get to kill something after a hundred years of isolation from Mehrunes Dagon.

"If your planning on going, then go. We won't stop you." Jedrus said to them. The family (or herd?) were surprised by this reaction. He couldn't blame in the slightest. In their eyes, they saw a couple of demons torturing their long hated enemy like it was nothing.

Jedrus and Bill went back to their duties, carrying the caribou out with them. While doing this, he still saw them stare at them. He glared at them, mainly to scare them so they can get out of his sight. The family saw this and scampered out of here, taking the crying bundles with them.

"WAIT!!" He shouted. The family stopped and looked at him with a frightful expression. He continued to glare at them.

".......Give me a chocolate, pleeease!"

The family scampered out of there, leaving little trails of smoke.

He sighted. At least he didn't have to hear that annoying crying anymore. As they moved the caribou to a more secured location, he couldn't help but think about one thing.

'Times are changing'
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Xucruroth blasted magic at another caribou coming towards him, the fireball making contact with its skin and bursting it into flames. The caribou screamed as he withered on the ground. He heard another war cry coming right behind him. He turned around and aimed his staff at the caribou, who was closing in on him. Two more came from behind him, ready to overtake him. Channeling his magic, the crystal at the top of his staff glowed blue, before a frost spell was spewed forth from the crystal. Like a flamethrower, the frost spread itself in a wide radius, turning anything it touched into ice. He couldn't see anything as the mist obscured his vision. After some time, which felt like minutes, he ended the spell. The mist disappeared, allowing him to look at his handy work.

From the look on their faces, the caribou were caught unaware by this and tried to stop, but it was too late. Ice covered every inch of their bodies, from head to hooves. Their mouths were opened, either screaming in agony or commanding to fall back.

He let out a sigh. That was the last of defenders inside the house he found himself in. He continued on his way towards the source of magic he sensed early. The white walls decorated with gold outlines, expensive-looking plants, and other things that screamed "hey, I am the leader of this town and I get what I want." Up the stairs, golden curtains and banners fluttered in the still air. While he passed one of the windows that had the overview of the courtyard, he decides to inspected his other handy work on the courtyard. The courtyard was a mess, with scorched marks and bodies of caribou everywhere. Some were cooked, there skins charred and blackened. Others appeared to have holes in them, with swords and spears impaled on them. One caribou was impaled to a wall with his hands outreached, both spears impaled on the hands.

He arrived at some sort of mansion on top of the hill. Since the raid had started, they seemed to have caught the caribou completely by surprised. They were both ill-prepared and ill-equipped to fight them. Perhaps they didn't expect Daedra's to come after them.

As he entered the courtyard, he saw that the caribou were guarding the entrance. However, what bothered him the most was the way they were dressed for battle. They have long, black sticks that produced electricity and leather armor that's only good for blocking blunt objects. If he had to take a guess, he would say that this house houses someone important, and wealthy at that with all the golden-made object.

One of the caribou had saw him coming and shouted at the others. They turned their heads towards him and saw him coming. Thinking he was one of them, they started to charged right at him. He realized that he was outnumber. Even if he had magic with him, they would still swarm him. He sensed a few mages preparing a spell of their own. However, that doesn't mean that he has a 'trick up his sleeve', as the humans would say. Twirling his staff in the air, he channeled his magic into the staff and brought the butt down. As soon as the butt of the staff made contact, a green shockwave was suddenly released. The caribou stopped as the ground shook and rumbled. After what seemed like a minute, it stopped. The caribou were confused as to what had happened.

A skeletal hand shot out of the ground.

Then another.

And another.

Many skeletal hands shot out of the ground, some had some flesh on them. They slowly crawled up from the ground, something that can only be described in those 'horror movies' he heard from the human. He channeled a spell that allowed the dead to be resurrected to do his bidding. He had done this once in Morrowind, when the Spy Master Vivic tricked a witch into summoning Mehrunes Dagon. The battle was fierce and long, but they had completely destroyed the town and their leader before the Tribunal Gods did anything.

He was thankful that most of the spell, like the one he was using, had come from the Deadlands themselves. When Mehrunes heard that some mortal had gone through the Oblivion Gates and destroy some castles in his domain, he transferred the greatest and oldest spells to Paradise, to protect it from the mortals. Of course, he didn't count on them being used in this situation.

Hundreds of skeletal ponies came up from the ground and onto the surface, maybe more than he had anticipated. Some of these undead ponies had some skin on them, but rotten and ready to fall out. Xucruroth saw that all of them had armor and weapons on them, which indicated that there was a big battle here long ago. The caribou themselves looked scared and frightened, some even turned around and ran away.

With a wicked grin and a flick of his wrist, the undead charged forward with hunger in their dead eyes.

The undead clashed against the caribou as the latter tried desperately to hold them off. However, the caribou only had blunt weapons that are hardly effective against the undead, which gave Xucruroth an advantage in this battle. Some of the undead were attempting to eat the enemies they are after. One unfortunate caribou was surround by the dead ponies as they closed in on them. He tried desperately to fend them off with his long hard stick, but it was no good as each strike of the head or other parts didn't affect them. The undead closed in on the caribou. The first one launched itself at him, but the caribou swung it in the head with his black stick, resulting in a 'crunch' sound. The second one latched on to his back as the caribou swung wildly. Another took a bit out of his legs, and the caribou went down. The rest of them charged forward and started to eat him, the caribou's scream filled the battle that was going on.

The undead had cleared the courtyard of the mansion, the battle much shorter than expected. The mages on the balcony were already casting spells on the undead, destroying them by turning them into ash. While they may have destroyed five or ten of them, the rest seemed to launched themselves at the mages, their numbers unending. Eventually, they swarmed the mages, the screams and the tearing of flesh filled the air.

The rest of the forces had fled to somewhere far way. Xucruroth's spell worn off as soon as everyone was dead, the undead turning back into piles of bones.

The Daedra mage continued into the courtyard and up the stair to the balcony, ignoring the smell of fresh blood and rotting corpses. Although it brought back memories for when he was part of the Markyn, the Council of Lords. He earned his place among the nobles when Mehrunes armies attacked Morrowind. Out of all the soldiers in the assault, he was the only one that ever had a higher kill count, as well as steal some magical artifacts from the city. As a mage, it is his responsibility to dwell on the workings of magic from the world of Nirn, although he does sometimes dwells on the magic's of the other Daedra Realms.

Except for Sheogorath's realm, the Shivering Isles. The last time he tried to understand it, his brain almost exploded. Literally.

Placing a hand on the nob on the wooden door, he turned it. The door didn't budge, which means that something was holding it. He then placed a hand on the door itself and closed his eyes, murmuring some Daedric words. His hands glowed for a brief moment before it transferred to the door. A red glowing circle appeared out of thin air, the Daedric alphabet moving in a circle inside it. The door suddenly exploded, screams were heard inside. After dust some debris off his shoulders, he went inside.

He was interrupted from his thoughts when another battle cry came towards him. A caribou, wielding the same armor and weapons as the others, came charging at him from the front. With a wave of his staff, the caribou was suddenly turned into a frozen statue with a surprised expression. Xucruroth walked up to the statue and stared at it for a moment. His fist was soon engulfed in fire and he punched the statue, exploding it into a million bloody pieces.

He continued down the halls undisturbed. One or two caribous would try to attack him, but Xucruroth just cast some spells that would kill them in various ways. Some of the slaves were already running away from him, thinking that he would kill them. As he continued down the halls, he couldn't help but admire the beauty of the place. Someone, or in this world's case 'somepony', had paid a lot of money to build this place. Everything was literally made of gold. I was as if magic was responsible for this.

This brought him to another thing that's been bugging his mind. The magic in this world is much more different than on Nirn. He found a hidden room in the ruined castle while his new master was still training. The spells were created by a wizard name Star Swirl the Bearded. These spells that he had created would seem impossible for mages on Nirn, even Imperial mages from Cyrodiil, to master. Yet in a mind of a pony it seemed easier, less stressful. Full restoration of limbs, fire that can actually change color, and a spell that can actually transform a normal person into a frog. A frog! Imagine some of the things he could do with that kind of knowledge.

Before he knew it, he appeared at a large, white door with golden outlines and a nob in a shape of a dick. The nobs themselves were golden as with the rest of the house. The door itself had a picture of a 'mare' with a white coat and a red mane and tail in a suggestive position; laying belly-up on the floor with her legs spread out, revealing her little pink slit. He heard moaning and panting coming from the other side of the door.

If he had taken a guest, he suspected it was the owner of this mansion.

Like before, he placed his hands on the door and murmured some Daedric words, the red circle appearing on the door with the Daedric alphabet moving in the circle. The door exploded a moment later, sending wooden pieces everywhere. He heard a male scream coming from the room, most likely been struck by some debris. Once the smoke cleared, Xucruroth was able to see inside the room.
The room itself seemed just like every other room he has been to, except for the more extravagant things in the room. Golden curtains next to golden colored windows, an expensive-looking carpet on the floor and, as he suspected it, more golden objects, ranging from chairs to tables. There was even a golden fruit basket! In the back end of the room was a big queen-sized bed. Golden sheets laid exposed on the top of the bed with silver underlining's. On the bed was a naked caribou currently fucking a mare, if the sound coming from them means anything. He approached them, not even sneaking up on him. The caribou heard the footsteps and quickly turned around with an angry expression on his face. "Who the fuck are-"

Xucruroth didn't let him finished as he summoned his magic from his staff, pointed it at the caribou, and lifted him off of the bed. The caribou was surprised and scared, if this wide-eyed look on his face meant something. Swinging the staff sideways, the caribou followed the staff’s movements, pinning him to a wall.

Xucruroth approached him with a serious expression on his face, even though his hood concealed it from the caribou. The caribou was currently struggling as he flailed about. He gave the staff a little jerk and the caribou flailing stopped, replaced by screaming as he continued to crunched his ribs. The caribou glared at him in defiance. "Do you even know who your fucking with here?!?! I am the greatest slaver at this side of his Majesty's empire. I have connections that will make your fucking life miserable. So you better let me go or-” The caribou screamed once again as Xucruroth twisted the staff.

"I do not care who you are, mortal." He interrupts him. He loves it when a mortal is at his whim. It fills him with joy. "I am above you and your miserable species. Now,” He looked at him with his eyes. "My master is looking for some individuals who can weld the weapons he calls the 'Elements of Harmony'. Since you told me you are a slaver, perhaps you can tell me where these individuals are."

"I... I ain't.... telling.... you.... shit, you.... crazy.... motherfucker." His antlers glowed for a second until a fireball was formed between them. Xucruroth did suspected that he is a mage the moment he entered the house.

He smirks. "I don't think you see this correctly." Twisting the staff once again, the caribou screamed in agony, disrupting his spell. "You are at my mercy. I could kill you right now and find another one to extract information. However, I'm feeling generous today. If you tell me where they are, I will let you go and let you live your miserable excuse you call a life." It was a lie and he knew it. The Dremora never leave anyone alive, much less take them prisoner. Those that do take them alive just enjoy torturing them. Maybe he could just leave him alive.... for now, at least. If his master is insistent of starting this war with the caribou, then he would need a test subject to experiment on.

"I'll fuck your mother and sister, and then I'll transform you into a bitch and fuck YOU IN THE ASSHOLE OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL YOUR BEGGING ME TO FUCK YOU SOME MORE!!!!!"

'I think that answers my question'. He thought. He decided to have a little fun with him before he kills him. He moved and pointed his staff to the side and the caribou followed, hitting another wall. He then moved it up and the caribou hit the ceiling. He did it again and again, the caribou flying all over the room.

He suddenly found himself bored and stopped the caribou midair. Slowly he pointed his staff down, the caribou moving slowly down as well. He gently places him on the ground and canceled the spell. He move towards the caribou as he conjured a healing spell for his wounds. He need the caribou alive for his experiments, and to torture him further. As he approached the caribou, he saw that it was already a bloody mess. Broken bones poking out of the skin, hind legs and arms bent in unnatural directions and a broken antler laid across the floor. His eyes were closed, but his breathing is ragged. He kneeled down, placed the staff next to him and placed a hand on his chest. He channeled an advanced healing spell on him. "You will not die yet. You are still of use to me." He mumbled under his breath. A shining light engulfed his hand before it began spreading across the caribou's body. In a sudden instance, the broken bones that were poking out retreated back toward to body, the gaping holes being closed up. The legs and arms began to bent back to their original form. The cracking of bones being fixed rang throughout the room.

After some time, the caribou looked all health and fixed. Xucruroth saw subtle movements of his chest, mean he was still alive. This was good. He could already think of many, many things he could test out on him.

He felt an edge of a blade pressed against his throat. "Don't. Move." A feminine voice said behind him.

He could see who it was, but he chuckled none the less. "Really? Do you really want to do this?"

"I don't care who you are, but your still my enemy nonetheless."

"Then you should be careful who you make enemies with." As quick as lightning, he grabbed the staff next to him and channeled his magic through his staff, a blinding light emitted from the staff. It glowed brighter and brighter until it engulfed the entire room. Thankfully, he had his eyes closed when he casted the spell. He heard a scream from behind him and swung his staff in a full circular position, knocking the assailant off her feet. He heard a yelp and something hitting the floor. He quickly got up and into a battle position suitable for any mage, his staff pointed down in front of her while he prepares a spell.

After a while, the shining light died down, allowing him to see who it was that dared to attack him.

The pony that he saw was unlike any pony he had seen, at least in the last few weeks. Her fur was a midnight blue, unlike the rest of the colored ponies. Her main and tail were a dark blue, with her mane having tied to a ponytail. He unlike the rest of the mares he seen naked, this one seemed lither and fit, a trait he hadn't seen in this world since he got here. Her pointed ears seemed more fluff on the end. Her fangs poked out of her mouth. Behind her back are dark, leathery wings. She opened her eyes to adjust to the light, which he could see her sky-blue, silted-pupil eyes. It’s almost like a-

'Vampire’ He thought with intrigue. On the world of Nirn, he had heard tales about vampires and their origins. Some say that they came from the Daedric Prince Molag Bal; God of Schemes, Harvester of Souls and Father of Vampires. He first used it on Lamae Beolfag, a once innocent mortal who was rapped violently by men and left for dead on a road. Some might say that she was the first of the vampires to be created. Ever since then, vampires are considered to be feared among the world. Anyone how find a vampire among them were burnt at the stake, no questions asked. The reason why he did this was that he is the Daedric Prince of Enslavement and Domination, whose sole purpose is to spread fear and conflict among the mortal world. Why the caribou would keep a vampire alive was beyond him.

However, considering what he has seen since he got here, it wouldn't be a surprised to him why the caribou would want a vampire mare for his sex slave.

The vampire glared at him while his staff is aimed at her neck. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She said. "Aren't you going to fuck me or something?"

"I don't have time for such luxuries." He simple said. It was true. He had no desire to mate with her, or ravage her. "I could kill you here and now, but my master has ordered me to never harm any slave I come across." He didn't like it that he couldn't kill her on account of his master’s wishes. However, he could still kill the caribou, so it was something. He removed the staff from her neck, which he noted was occupied by a black collar, and stepped away. He didn't have time to deal with some naked mortal. He had a mission that he needs to complete.

From the look on her face, she wasn't expecting something like this, and how could blame her. She was constantly banged everyday by some slaver. "You’re not going to take advantage of me?" She questioned.

"Like I said, my master has ordered me to look for these 'Elements of Harmony'. So I have no time to kill you nor do I desire to ravage you." He smirked. "Besides, you’re not my type."

"And what exactly is your type?" She stood up and looked at him with an annoyed expression, her arms folded one her chest.

"Those that don't ask stupid question they cannot answer." He retorted. She opened and shut her mouth a couple of times, unable to think of a respond. She just simply glared at him. He chuckled. He loves to mess with mortals. Which reminds him....

He walked over to the unconscious caribou and kneeled down, before grabbing his body and heaving him over his shoulder, being careful not to impale him with his shoulder blades. "Alright,” He hear her said behind him. "Since you’re not here to kill me or rape me, can you tell me who you are and what you are?"

The Daedra mage turned around and looked at her with his frosty eyes. She was a brave one. She didn't run away from him or escaped while he was busy with the caribou slaver. He actually respected that despite not liking mortals at all. Might as well entertain her. "I am Xucruroth, First Mage of the Council and adviser to my master. As for who I am, I am a Dremora, a creature born to fight and die for our master." He walked towards her until he was ten feet from her. All the while, she didn't retreat or backed away. "Since I told you how I am, perhaps you can tell me who you are."

She eyed him, inspecting his body to see any signs of betrayal. She then looked back to his eyes. "Nightingale. Threstral. Part of the resistance."

"A resistance, you say? I was under the impression that they were all captured." From what he heard from this 'Tirek' character, all resistance that tried to overthrow the caribou were destroyed, there leaders sold as sex slaves.

She sighed. "I wish. We're barely holding on as it is. Most of our command structure is weak and ready to fall apart at any moment We had a few successful smash-and-grab missions, but even then it’s not enough. I was supposed to....do what you’re doing right now. Find the Elements." She shuddered a bit. "Unfortunately, I was captured by that sick slaver and turned into his 'pet'." She blushed a beet red. "It was my fault, really. I heard screaming coming from some barn in the outskirts and went to investigate. I didn't think he would get the jump on me."

"Now you are free." Xucruroth pointed out. "You can escape and report back to your superiors if you want. I have a job to do." With that, he turned away and headed towards the door.

"Wait." He heard the Thresal say behind him. He turned around to face her, only to see her glaring right up his face. "Why do you want to find the Elements, huh? So you can enslave us after you drive out the caribou?!?!?!"

He put his hand right on her muzzle and pushed her away. "No, you insolent baboon. My master wishes to free this country so you can get on with your pathetic mortal lives." Now it was his turn to glare at her. "You should be grateful that my master wishes to spare you and your mortal race."

"Alright, alright. Geez." She put her hands in a non-threating gesture. "Don't put your panties in a bunch. I was only asking." She returned to her normal posture with her hands on her hip. "But if your 'master' is trying to free Equestria, then perhaps the resistance can help you do that."

He started to think about her proposal. He hated working together with mortals, as they whine and complain about a lot of things. And are untrustworthy, but that can be said about the Dremora in general. However, they know little knowledge of this world and its inhabitants. If they wish to wage war on the caribou, then they need an outsider’s knowledge of the area.

However, it was not for him to decide.

"It is not my decision to make. You will have to take it up with my master if you wish to do this."
She nodded her head. "I understand. Then I wish to meet your master."

He nodded his head to where he was going. "Then follow me." He started to walk away with the unconscious caribou still on his shoulder. He heard the footsteps of the vampire-like pony following him not a moment later.

If he had to say something about this whole experience today, he would say that it was a..... very productive day.
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After my incursion with Spike and Twilight at the castle, I went on my way to my next target. Her name is Applejack, which is funny considering she is named after an apple-flavored cereal. She is one of the Elements of Honesty. From what Rarity had told before I left the castle, she never told a white lie in her life and she is a tough one. She lives in Sweet Apple Acre's, a farm on the outskirts of town. The Apple Family is known for making the best apples in this side of Equestria. When the Fall first began, she's the only mare that's ever defied the lifestyle she was forced into. Currently, her owner is her brother, Big Mac. He is the only stallion that's not gone insane from the 'Crystal Cock' that emits King Dainn's spell in the Crystal Empire. They still live in the farm, though it’s under a new method now. Few slaves and her sister do all the work all day and night. From what I heard, he's a sympathizer for the mares, but he doesn't want to get in trouble with the new government.

The moon was already starting to slowly descend on the mountain. The sounds of battle were slowly dying down, with the exception of a few skirmishes that I heard in the distance as I walked through the village. The bodies of the caribou were spread out across the village, all with various wounds on their bodies. It seems that the Dremora were getting a little too creative with the kills. One had a hole where his heart used to be. The next one had his guts ripped out of his chest and lie laying on the ground. The last one was crucified on a random building, his guts ripped opened and went on the cross by his hands.

I think that I lost my dinner there.

After some time, I arrived at the acre, which was an even more impressive site to see.

The outskirts of Ponyville seemed to be peaceful, if it wasn't for the fight that was occurring right now. Row of apple trees as far as the eye can see, with red apples hanging from the branches. A red barn with white outlines stood next to the field that gave a nostalgic feeling of home to me. A chicken coop was located to the right of me, with some miniature-sized barns next to it. A well was also located to my left with some water still in the bucket. A wooden house laid before me next to the barn. Though calling it a house might be a misconception. It looked like large barrels were stack among each other and cut out to make this house. It is impressive, to say the least.

I was about to go to the house, which seemed the most likely place to look, when I heard some moaning coming from inside the barn. I managed to hear it through my already pounding headache. It's getting weaker by the minute, but it's still there. I might have used a little too much magic during my fight with Spike.

I'm getting off topic here. Sorry.

Anyways, I heard moan coming from the barn and decided to investigate. Since the barn was closed to the entrance, it didn't take me long to get there. I saw some of the animals awake, and even some that looked like they haven't slept for days. Once I got close, instead of peeking through a window like any other smart person would, I decide to kick open the large barn doors and hoped for the best.

Now how would I describe the scene that laid before me?

The entire barn was redecorated like something out of a BDSM porn video. There were various machines that had different functions. One was fist a mare in the asshole with a plastic fist. Another one had a mare with large breast on all fours with a machine that milks cows, both tubes on each breast while it pumped out milk. The mare moaned in both pain and in ecstasy. A mare was suspended by ropes, spread out with like an eagle, revealing her sex while two caribous were fucking her from both sides. Another one was surrounded by four caribous, the first one pinned her to the ground and fucking her while the others were masturbating to the scene, all aiming they're dicks at the mare's mouth.

Ignoring the sick nature of the barn, my eyes moved up on the top floor, where I found what I was looking for.

The mare in question was currently on all fours while two unicorn stallions were assaulting her, with one of them holding her head while she gave a blowjob while the other lifted her tail and fucked her from behind. The first one that held her head had a cream colored coat with a red-white striped mane combed back and tail. He worn something similar to what a barbershop quartet would wear. His cutie mark consisted of half of a red apple. The other one that was currently fucking was much older than the other one, and with the same cream coat and striped mane and tail as the other one, with the exception of a mustache on him. This means that they are somewhat brothers. His cutie mark consists of a red apple that is missing a slice. The mare had an orange coat with a blonde mane and tail, which ironically were tied in a ponytail. Her cutie mark consists of three red apples across her flank. She also sported D-cup breast that were moving back and forth with the motion.

"Excuse me, sir?" I was interrupted from my thoughts by a scrawny-looking caribou with glass on his eyes. "The Barnyard Fuck is currently closed for today, but if you’re looking for a bitch to fuck then-"
He didn't finish as I drew the crystal sword from my hip and swung it forward, slicing his head clean off. The expression on his face both surprise and fear. He didn't even have enough time to scream. The head continued to roll towards the caribou, both of them stopped what they are doing. I didn't give them any chance as I rushed forward and plunged my sword towards the first one, which was the one that was fucking the mare on the ropes from the behind. The sword did the job with relative ease. The caribou screamed before I withdrew my axe and plunged it into his neck. The caribou fell as he scratched at his neck. I got my axe out just in time as a caribou tried to get a sword that was next to him. I threw it at him, which hit home as it struck the back of his head.

By this time, the other four caribou snapped out of their trance and tried to get their weapons, which conveniently was right next to me. It still didn't stop them as they came charging right at me. Without thinking, I channeled my magic through my hands and unleashed a flame attack on them. The flames engulfed the caribou as they screamed, the fire digging into their coats. One of the caribou's managed to jump through the window while the others simple spazed out, trying to get the flames out. This in turn spread from the fur to the floor of the barn. The flames spread quickly due to the fluids in the place. Soon enough, the whole barn was caught on fire.

I wasted no time grabbing my axe from the dead caribou and climbed up the ladder, narrowly avoiding some small burning debris fall on me. I cut down the mare that was bounded by ropes. She then helped the other mares out of the other equipment, some of the flames helping them out of their bindings. Once I was up, I saw that the brothers escaped early by jumping out the windows, leaving Applejack alone with semen all over her. Her eyes were closed, breath coming out of her chest. Wrinkling my nose, I sheathed my sword and lifted Applejack of the ground and held her bridal-style. She was much heavier than I expected, but from what I hear, Applejack works on the farm all day. So it would explain the muscles on her arms and legs.
I almost got caught by a burning beam as it went down, snapping me back to reality. I could feel the flames coming close to my face. I quickly looked around and saw an opened door at the back of the barn. I ran over to it, but a large beam engulfed in fire suddenly fell down on the opening, blocking it in a flaming inferno. I cursed under my breath. The building was falling faster than I imagined, so I was running of time. If I don't do something quick, me and Applejack are going to end up as cooked meat on the ground.

So, with sheer stupidity that my brain can muster, I decided to turn around, aim at a random burning wall, and rushed it with all the strength I can muster. Fire raged all around me, and a few small debris actually hit my face. I didn't care at this point.

Somehow, like the universe decided to give me a break, it worked. The wall exploded as I rammed it with my shoulder. As if to add to the climax, a column of fire explosion from behind me, boosting me forward. The cool air greeted me as I fell to the ground with Applejack still cradled in my arms.

Thankfully, it wasn't a long way down, and I landed on a hay stack with Applejack.

The barn clasped on itself as the flames destroyed it. All that was left was a burning building. Luckily the barn wasn't close to the field to make it life threating.

I laid Applejack down on the ground and check her pulse on her neck. She is still alive, thank god. But she is unconscious, which means that I have to wake her up. I could just grab her and get to the Everfree, but she was heavy as fuck and I can't get far unless I want broken legs. Looking around, I spotted the well I saw earlier. Once again, I carried her bridle-style and went my way towards the well. Once I got there, I leaned Applejack against the stone well. I grabbed the crank and....well.... cranked it, the bucket going down the hole. I heard splashing and cranked it back up, the bucket filled with water. I grabbed the bucket and-

Something clashed against my head. The helmet protected me from the impacted, but it still knocked me off a little and made me drop the bucket, the contents spilling out. I landed on the ground and tried to get up, only to have something pin me down.

"Well well well. Look what we have here, old brother of mine. Someone is trying to steal our property." I heard someone, most likely one of the brothers behind me say in, if I'm guessing correctly, a mid-20's era accent.

"You right, dear brother. What shall we do with this ruffian who's interrupted our good time?" The other one said in a same accent as the other one.

"Hmm. I don't know, brother. I never seen this kind of pony before, but his armor is the same as those resistance ruffians."

Resistance? I though all of them were crushed.

"Your right, dear brother. Maybe we should turn him into the royal guards. We would get a reward for it. Maybe even more slaves!"

"Your right as always, dear brother of mine."

Ok, this is getting ridicules.

With as much force I could muster at this point, I rolled out from whatever had pinned me down, which was his foot. Luckily (I was very luck months ago, get used to it) the unicorns were weak at this point from all the fucking they did. This caused the one that pinned me down to lose his balance. I quickly turned around and withdrew my sword. The two brothers were there, half naked at this point. The one with the mustache tried to charge me, but I easily stepped out of the way and sliced one of his arms off. He screamed as he went down, his left arm holding his stump.

"BROTHER!!!" Another thing hit my head once again, but my helmet kept me from getting knocked unconscious. I turned around and saw one of the brothers, the one that I knocked off the ground, with a frying pan in his hands. He looked at me with fear in his eyes. Out of said fear, he swung the pan once again, but this time I grabbed the pan and shoved it out of his hands. I glared at him and punched him in the face.

No spells. No weapons. No enchantments. Just punched him in the face.

He went down like a large sack of hard rocks, a few teeth falling out of his mouth. His nose was bloody from the impact.

Ok, maybe I did put a little force in it. But I can justify this because I was mad
.....
....
Shut up.

I narrowly avoided a spell that was aimed at me. I turned and saw that the brother with the mustache was mad as fuck, as the glare in his eyes said anything. "You'll pay for that, you freak cunt!" He was still clutching his stump, as he didn't care what happened to him. His horn glowed once again and he release a laser-like spell at me. This time, I was ready and dodged to the side. I rushed him before he could retaliate further. Once I was close to him, I finished him off with a sword in his gut. He gasped as the sword was plunged in his gut. He looked at me with fear in his eyes, as if begging for me to spare him. "P... ple...ease. M...er...ercy." He managed to gasped out.

I didn't give him mercy.

With quick succession, I sliced open his gut. The stallion screamed in pain before I sliced off his head.
"BROOOOTHEER!" I heard the other one shout out. I saw the younger struggling to stand up, but only ending up fall back down again. I walked towards him as he still struggled to stand. After a few tries, he managed to get up of the ground, but was still a little woozy as he swayed side to side, struggling to keep his footing. He glared at me. "You...you.m...monster!" He swung his fist at me in a way a drunk man would swing. I easily just grabbed his fist and pushed him down.

"I guess so." I simple said. "But if its anything, I think you won't be missed."

I didn't know what happened, but it ended with me cutting out his gut. Before he could scream in pain and agony, I pulled my dagger and plunged it in his cranium. In actually honesty, I didn't feel bad about killing him. He actually deserved it. How many mares had he sold to various perverts? How many mothers and daughters were separated so they can be fucked by some caribou?

He deserved this pain.

....

Wow. Where did that come from?

I rubbed my temples. I need to take a break after this. Maybe I should take a break after this. Maybe I need a nice, hot bath back at that sanctuary place in Paradise. Yeah. That would be good.

"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" A loud, deep war cry snapped be back to reality. I side stepped away just as some large, red blur nearly tackled me. That said blur revealed to be a massive stallion that had probably been ejected with steroids at birth and eats only vegetables and steroids. The large red stallion was wearing a flannelled, button shirt that would associate with people in the American south. His mane and tail are blonde like Applejack's, only shorter. His apple green eyes glared me as he was holding a pan in his hands.

Seriously, where did they get these things from? I need to find out after this.

"I ain't going to let ya'll hurt her you.... you..." He blinked as he looked around the scene before him, including the smoking wreck of a farmhouse and the brother’s dead bodies on the ground. He looked back at me with a mix of surprise. "...did ya'll do this."

"Yeeeah." I rubbed the back of my neck. "Sorry about your farmhouse. I didn't think it would catch on fire." I lied. Of course I knew it was going to catch on fire when I did my fire spell! I did it without thinking!

He looked at the barn once again. As if on cue, the remaining wood clasped on itself. "It's....alright. It was getting old." His eyes widened. "APPLEJACK-"

"Is still alive." I finished his sentence. "I managed to grab her before the whole barn collapsed."

He breathed a sigh of relief as he dropped the weapon. "No one would have been able to risked they're neck ta save my sister." The stallion smiled. "It's nice to see somepo-one taking a stand against those creeps."

"Well, someone has to stand up for the little guy-erm, gals." I said. I was actually glad to help out the inhabitants of this world. To be honest, it actually felt refreshing from what I'm used to back in my world. Sure, I had to kill some creatures and that's bad and all, but let’s be honest; they actually deserve it.

"Well, I thank ya kindly for this. I don't know what I'd do without her." He extended a hand. The name's Big Macintosh, but most ponies call me Big Mac."

Great, another name based on food. And this one is making me super hungry for a Big Mac.

Note to self; when this whole war is over and I get somehow find a spell to get back to Earth, the first thing that I will do is spend my entire lifesavings on McDonalds meals until I get a heart attack.

Providing that I still have said savings.

"Nice to meet you." I gripped and shook his hand. Even though I was wearing armor, I could feel his strong grip. We ended the hand shake a few seconds later. "Now that we got this whole thing off our shoulder, I need you to get you and your sister out of here."

Big Mac frowned. "I would like ta agree with ya on that one, but there aren't many place that we can hide. If I go and run away, then they would try to find us and kill us."

"That won't be necessary." I put a hand in his shoulder. "I have a group of my soldiers waiting for us in the Everfree. They're instructed to escort any slave and non-brainwash stallion. From there, we'll go to the Royal Castle. We will go there and meet up with them."

"Is it safe?"

"It's better than nothing." I said to him. He was right about one thing; is it safe? From my perspective, we don't have a lot of options. The castle isn't a safe place to be. But it would give us an advantage if the caribou managed to go hunt us. Between the wildlife and the caribou hunting us when word of this raid gets out, it would be tough. I could send them to Paradise with the Dremora's where they would be safe, but.... well...you know. They would just be scare shitless of them.

Big Mac sighed as he looked at the ground. "I guess ya'll are right." He looks back at me. "Let me get Applebloom and then we'll be off."

I nodded in agreement. "Take your time, but please hurry." With that said, Big Mac ran towards the house.
While he was getting Applebloom, I decided to check on Applejack. I saw that she was still unconscious. So I decided to do something about that. I walked over to the prone form of Applejack, kneeled down.......
...and slapped her across the face.

Yes. I did that.

"RISE AND SHINE, SLEEPYHEAD! IT'S TIME TO GET THE FUCK UP!" I yelled as I slapped her across the face multiple times. This wasn't a light slap, mind you. I slapped her as hard as I could muster.

After a few times, her eyes finally snapped open. "What in tarnation?!?!?" She yelped in a southern accent. She then tackled me, pinning me to the ground and decided to choke the life out of me.

Let me tell you, that girl had the strength of Mister Universe himself.

"Ya'll had crossed the line, ya idiot!" I'm going ta beat the living shit out of ya." She was piping mad.

"I'm....on.... your.... side...." I managed to choke out. God damn, she was super strong. I was already seeing black spots appear at the corner of my vision. Before black engulfed my vision, she let go of me when someone tackled her. The black spots disappeared as I flipped over in a crawled position and gasped for air. I raised my hand towards my throat and felt the burn marks of her powerful grip.

"SIS, WHAT THE HELL ARE YA DOING?!?!?!" I heard Big Mac yelled. I turned back around and saw Big Mac holding Applejack back, holding her between the arm pits. I saw another little filly behind Big Mac, looking at me with both curiosity and fear. Like Rarity's sister, she was same height as her. She had a cream color coat with a red mane and tail. Unlike the rest of the mares I saw, she was complete clothed with a red flannel shirt and shorts jean-like shorts. She also sported a red bow on her head.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm gonna kill that motherless bastard!" Applejack was struggling against Big Mac as he held her at bay. I managed to find my breath and got up from the ground.

"It's all right, sis. He's with those Resistance fellas’." There it was again. What resistance is he talking about? We're there those that went crushed by King Dainn and his army of sick-o's? After this, I'm going to get to the bottom of this. If there was a resistance out there, maybe I could form some kind of alliance against the caribou. But I need some way of contacting them.

"What's ya talking about?" She stared at him with a questioning look.

"That's what I'm say. He saved ya from those brothers. He's part of the resistance."

"I'm not part of any resistance." I had to say something to ease the tension. "But I'm willing to wage war against the caribou for the sake of your country." I walked towards her. She started to flinch a little but soon realized that I wasn't going to hurt her. "I'm not saying that you can trust me yet, but you can either escape with me or escape and be caught again." I stretched my hand towards her. "What do you say. Can you trust me for once?"

Applejack squinted her eyes, as if she was observing me. She looked up and down my form. From my perspective, everypony I meet were the same size as me. Applejack was no exception.

Except for dem boobs and dat ass.

......shut up.

After several seconds of observing me, she wiggled Big Mac off of her and shook my hand. "Alright. I'll trust ya this time. But I'm going to be watching ya. Ya hear?"

I nodded. "I understand." I turned around and walked over to where I dropped my sword when Big Mac tackled me, sheathing it to my left hip. "We should go."

The Apple Family did as they were told and followed me off the property, leaving behind their home forever.
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"Welcome back, master." Kathutet greeted us as we walked over. He, along with a few Daedra, were guarding the entrance of the forest in case any caribou decided to come over to the forest to find their missing slave.

I stopped at the entrance and greeted him. "Hey Kat,” Yeah, I called him by that nickname. The first letter of his name is "Kat", you have to agree. "how goes your search?"

He frowned when I used that nickname. I heard a few Dremora snickering at him. "Don't call me that. I hate that nickname." He folded his arms across his chest. "To answer your question, I haven't found Fluttershy. I went to the cottage at the edge of the Everfree like you said, but she wasn't there. The caribou I...."interrogated" had said that he sold her and another mare to some noble stallion in the north. "

"Shit." I turned my head away and cursed under my breath. I lifted my head and looked at him. "Did Rarity, Twilight and Spike make it back?"

He nodded. "They arrived moments ago. Tirek has taken them to the abandon castle."

That's at least a bit of good news. We now have three of the six Elements. "Anything else?"

"Xucruroth brought back what he believes to be a slaver with information on the other elements. He also brought back a member of some resistance. She wants to talk to you directly. Both of them are back at the castle."

Well I'd be Seogorath's uncle, my wish actually came true. Talk about coincidence.

"And the other slaves?"

"Some of them have heeded our advice and are en route to the castle as we speak."

Reaching underneath my armor, I produced the IPhone that I still kept with me. Pressing the button, I saw that it was one-twenty. Which means that we been at this for an hour. Someone might have escaped and have already called for help.

"Alright,” I started to say. "call a retreat. I guess we got what we need."

Kat nodded and turn to one of the Draedra's, who he then spoke to them in their language. The Dremora nodded before grabbing a war horn from his hip and blew into it. The deep, base-like sound echoed through the night before being blown again and again.

Turned to the Apple Family, who were hesitant at the sight of the demon-like creatures. "Don't worry." I started to comfort them. "They won't hurt you. I promise."

The siblings looked at each other for a moment before slowly walk down the trail leading to the Everfree, staring at the guards as if at any moment they would eat them. Once they were out of sight, I ran towards the trail.

Looking back one more time, I saw some of the Dremoras coming out of the town. Some had some sort of loot in they're hands.

I ran into the Everfree Forest, before disappearing within the foliage.

We may not have got all the Elements, but at least we have someone who knows where they are.

Author's Notes:

This is the last chapter for 2015. Have a Happy New Year's everyone.