You know, after this whole thing is over, I'm probably going to write a biography about my life and my adventures. Then, when I get back to Earth, I'm going to sell the shit out of it. It's going to become really popular. I mean, I talking about my life on an alien world here. You think that it would get at least a bit of attention.

Which brings me to my point I'm trying to make: I need a title.

So while I'm roaming around the capital, slaughtering every caribou I come across and chewing bubble gum, I was thinking on what title I could use. Sure, I could use something like "Scourge of the Caribou", but then that would be stupid. I'm talking about my adventures, not a shitty fan fiction! Then I thought about another title that could be a really cool one, and it would make sense to the general populace. "An Evil Overlord's Guide to Life" or "How to Be an Evil Overlord Without Really Trying." Really, from my perspective, I think I would make sense that the caribou view me as an evil demon god. Not that I am a god, mind you. I'm just saying what's on everyone's mind. I mean, I have all the things that an evil being would have.

A demonic army? Check.

Cool powers? Check.

An evil name? Check.

A dragon to command? Check.

I'll tell you about that one later. But for now, to the story!

Half an hour later, we started to moved out from the Everfree Forest and into the fortress Tirek talked about. We had to follow him since he knew the way to the place. I didn't know how he knows where the place is, but I didn't question it. He might have been in Equestria longer than I have. Plus, he got me this far. Might as well see it through. We had to move in a single group so the predators or bandits wouldn't creep up on us. Our group was much larger due to us moving the entire population of Ponyville. They barley know the concept of fighting, so it is a tedious task to protect them. We only had the raiding force to protect them, which is smaller. So I had to call in some reinforcements from Paradise using the Mysterium Xarxes. Some of the Dremora agreed to help me, which counted out to somewhere around only a thousand.

Our small army crossed several rivers and some paths. The civilians were in the middle of my army while my forces flanked them from all sides, all armed with swords, shields, axes, war hammers, you name it. We had to separate the stallions and the mares so both of them won't get any funny ideas. The creatures that stalked us looked like they were torn from Greek Mythology. There were hydras, manticore's, and dragons! Hell, there was even a creature that was a cross between a chicken and a lizard. It happened on our way out of here. Suffice to say, there was a casualty. Not one of the ponies, don't worry. One of the Dremora's saw this thing and thought it was a good idea to kill it and eat it for lunch.

You could say he was........STONED out of his mind!

........fuck you. That was a great joke and you know it.

We ended up killing it and the Daedra was no longer stoned. That wasn't a joke this time. So all in all, there were no casualties.

After what felt like an hour, we were finally out of the forest and started our trek up Foal Mountain. The trek up wasn't that bad, as there was a pathway that lead from the mountain. Though we had to move in a single file line instead of spreading out. Take into account that we had more troops than civilians, it was a slow process.

After what felt like hours, we finally reached the top and saw what Tirek was talking about.

I didn't know what to make of this place. It was a castle carved right in the heart of the mountain. It would have been impossible for any architect to make something like this. Then again, I was in a world where physics are bullshit and ponies can sprout out musical numbers at any time. So I just though "fuck it" and just accept it. The castle looked medieval-ish, with rounded towers and stone archetypes and other such things. There was a wooden drawbridge that was conveniently down for us. The pathway opened up a lot, enough for a small army to squeeze through. We let the ponies go in first before us.

The inside of the castle is what you typically expected from a medieval castle. A large foyer with worn out banners, suits of armor lining up at the walls with some weapons on them, and other stuff. The castle was old, that much was certain. Spider webs were formed above us, old worn out banners had their colors faded. Some stones were almost beginning to crumble.

All in all, it was a shitty place to live in, but with some improvements, we could make do.

After some time, we soon got settled in and the Daedra got to work fixing up the place, sweeping the floors, washing the floor and walls, and trying to get fix the stones that fell off. Xurcuroth and Kathutet went off to god knows where. Tirek went off to someplace in the castle. Venom is back in Paradise to muster the troops for battle. I would think that Xurcuroth would be doing something magical related. All around me, the Dremora started to get to work on the castle.

After settling into the new place we found ourselves in, I decided to check up on the ponies we were traveling with, especially Applejack, Lyra, Bon-Bon and Rarity. It didn't take me long to find them, as the Daedric guards pointed me to where the rest of the ponies were at.

Currently, they were in some sort of big old room underneath the castle. The room was far bigger than the others, with old chandlers hanging and torches being lit. I think that it was a church at one point, and I think it makes sense in a way. The princesses control the sun and the moon with relative ease, so it would make sense that peo-ponies would worship them as gods at one point. I saw the benches being organized into rows, a pedestal in the way back with some old book on it, and some mosaic window art of the two sisters, the ones that I saw in the pictures, were circling each other. The room is being occupied by the ponies that have escaped the town during the raid. Blankets were spread out all over the place, some of them are even on the benches. They were either comforting one another or trying to get some form of sleep. I saw some of the mares crying tears of joy, relived that they were saved. It made me feel happy, know that I can actually do something about something in this fuck up world. I also noticed a lack of stallions as well, no doubt they were in a separate room to avoid the females. Until I could found out which ones aren't infected with this voodoo shit the caribou have, I can't trust them. Except for Big Mac of course. He seemed to be normal than anyone.

I looked around for the Elements, but I couldn't find them anywhere. However, I did see Zecora in the far left of the room with a cauldron set up and the fire roaring on the bottom of it. I saw a long line of ponies with bowls lined up at Zecora and the cauldron. She stirred for a while before lifting a ladle and pouring it to a pony’s bowel. I assumed that they are getting some sort of stew that Zecora made, either to combat the voodoo magic or just simple because they were hungry.

"Howdy, partner." I turned around and saw both Applejack and Rarity coming towards me, both with bowels in their hands, along with Lyra and Bon-Bon. The mares, like the other ponies in this room, we all clothed with some of the stuff we looted in Ponyville. Applejack was wearing a checkered red and white shirt that was tied above her waist with some short blue demi shorts. Let me tell you something; they were short as fuck. It almost looked like underwear to one’s eye. Rarity was wearing a white long sleeve, button up shirt and a dark blue blouse with skin-tight black jeans. It wasn't a normal shirt either. It was a somewhat see through shirt, in which I see her wearing a black bra. Her shoes were red too, that's worth noting. Lyra and Bon-Bon were no longer wearing the medieval outfits. Lyra was wearing a short sleeved shirt with some brown cargo pants. The shirt hugged her frame, allowing me to see her smoking hot body. Bon-Bon is wearing a sleeveless tank top with shorts so short, I could literally see a shadow of a lacy pink panty.

I guess they don't know about modesty in this world.

"Hey girls." I greeted them. "I wanted to check up with you gals. How's everyone doing?"

"We're doing better." Bon-Bon was the first to say. "Everypony is on edge with all your...." She tied to find the word for my guards. "guards. But we're all doing fine."

"I'd like to agree with her." Rarity said. "Don't get me wrong. I am grateful that you all saved us from those ruffians. It's just.......they just stand around not doing anything." I could guess where she is coming from. "I tried to make conversation with one of them, but it talked to me in complete gibberish and walked off! And let’s not forget about..." She shuttered. "chooses of attire." She scrunched up her face, which I admit was actually kind of cute. "I mean, black and red don't mixed very well, and that armor............there are many words that can describe those 'horrid' armor that they wore."

Applejack was giving her an incredulous look. "You do realize that we are at war with those caribou? I think fashion is not on their minds right now."

Now Rarity is giving her an incredulous look. "Just because we're fighting a war, doesn't mean that I can see some improvement. "Like instead of black and red, I was think of something a little more........" She tried to find a word for my guy’s armor. "nice. Like blue and red. It really brings out the fierce and gentle nature of-"

I decide to stop this conversation before it goes somewhere.......flamboyant. "As I would love to continue this, I was actually wanted to know if there is everything I can do."

"Oh my, such a gentlecolt you are." Rarity said with a coy smile. I blushed at that complaint. It’s not every day some alien women complimented you, especially if it’s a furry one. You know what, I'm going to say this: she looks damn sexy! She looked like a super model. Gorgeous thin legs, a petite body, and her big breasts. Let’s not forget about that ass. "But like Bon said, we're doing fine at the moment." She then frowned. "However.......Spike has been avoiding us as of late. I can't even imagine what my poor Spikey-Wiky is going through right now."

"Yeah." Applejack seemed pretty bummed out as well, rubbing her hand on the back of her neck. "By the way, how's Twilight?"

I shrugged. "Last I heard, she is in a cell under magical protection. She's safe." I lend against the arm rest on the bench right behind me. "Xavier thinks that she has some sort of domination spell under her, so he's working on something to snap her to her senses." I decide to call my mage Xavier, because who doesn't. But besides that, everything I said was true. That voodoo magic that was sprouting from someplace called the Crystal Empire. Thousands of years ago, it was responsible for spreading love across the planet, which was impossible. Again, magic. Don't question it. To make it short, some dark king called Sombra took over the Empire and enslaved everyone, just like your typical cartoon villain. Celestia and Luna defeated him, but he cast a spell at the last moment that allowed the Crystal Empire to disappear for centuries. It reappeared two years ago and Twilight and other beat Sombra back to the Frozen Wastes. It used to be ruled by Princess Cadance and Shining Armor, but the caribou took it over and installed something called the 'Crystal Cock', which helped with the takeover of Equestria. They became their puppets in order to keep the crystal ponies in check. When the cock was installed (not an innuendo), the entire world burst into chaos. The nations of the world tried to rebel against King Dainn's rule, going so far as to send forces to retake Equestria due to the alliance that they shared. However, his Douchebagginess controlled the sun and the moon, and his powers are like that of a god. Once he had proved that when they first did battle, the allied armies were wiped out. I mean, they were destroyed. After that, everyone just let Dainn do whatever he wanted.

At least until I knock on his doorstep with an army of demons.

"I feel bad for Twilight." Bon-Bon started to say. "She was always a good girl and a nice friend. I can't believe she would just.... turn us over like that."

"I blame those gosh, darn, caribou varmint's!" Applejack spoke with anger in her voice. I guess she was angry that the caribou manipulated her friend. "If I ever seen that damn bastard king again, I'll kick right where the sun doesn’t shine and teach him what happens when he messes with my friends!"

I could almost imagine Applejack kicking Dainn in the nuts and shoving her boots up his ass, which made me chuckle a little bit. "I'm sure there's plenty of time to do that." I said to her. I looked behind her and the other girls. "Where's Spike? Isn't he always with you guys?"

"He's right over there." Applejack pointed to the back of the room. There, sitting in the corner was the dragon with a bowel in his hand. He looked sad, almost like he was ready to give up on life. I didn't see him eat, which means that I needed to talk to him. Spike was wearing a green long sleeve shirt with brown cargo pants. I gave her a quick 'thanks' and went my way towards him. As I made my way over, I needed to think of something to cheer him up. I mean, he fucked his own sister and used her for his own desires, even if he wasn't the one controlling her.

I arrived with no problems. The dragon didn't even notice me until I spoke to him. "Hey Spike."

Spike seemed to snap out of his thoughts and looked up at me with a smile on his face. "Hey Mister Marcus."

"Please, just call me Marcus." I told him with a smile. "Are you doing alright? You haven't touched you stew." I don't know if it is a stew or something else that Zecora made, but it seemed like the latter.

He frowned as he looked at his bowel of stew. "I'm not really that hungry." He mumbled out.

"I could tell." I said. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He shuffled his whole body for a bit, biting his lip. I could tell that he is uncomfortable with talking about what happened that night. "Look, if you don't want to talk, then that's all right." I wasn't going to force him to talk, I just wanted to make him more comfortable.

I started to turn away, but I felt something holding me back. I turned around and saw Spike with his claws holding my leg armor or at least attempting to. "Actually.......can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure." I sat down next to him. I could tell he was struggling to say something from the look on his face. "Tell me what's on your mind?"

He was really struggling to say something. Finally, he decided to say something. "I was........just thinking about what happened last night." He looked at me and I nodded for him to continue. "I just......can't believe that I did that. To Rarity. To my friend and sister." Tears were starting to form from his eyes. Can dragons really cry? "I mean; Twilight was always like a mother to me! Ever since I was hatched from an egg, she-"

I stopped him right there. "Wait, your telling me that Twilight hatched you from an egg?!?!" I was surprised. That girl has a lot of things that surprise me now a day's. She might become the next Gandalf, but without the beard.

"Uh, yeah." Spike said as if it was a matter of fact, he wiped his tears from his eyes. "Twilight was practicing for the entrance exam to get into Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. I was actually one of those test. She hatched my out of the egg with some” He blushed as he twirled his thumbs. "results."

"Like?" I pressed him further for information. There is no way that Twilight could just.... hatch an egg. Then again, this is a world of magical furries, so I would try to question it.

"Well." He rubbed the back of his head. "I was.......turned into a fully grown dragon."

........I take that back. That girl is going to destroy us all someday. You know what they say; curiosity can kill the cat. By cat, I mean the entire fucking world.

"But she passed the test because of that." Spike continued to speak. "Not only that, but she had managed to attract the attention of Princess Celestia herself. She took her in as her personal student, and she got her cutie mark."

"Sounds like she was on top of the world." I stated. It's not every day a ruler, possibly a god, of a country takes some normal pony in to teach. It would sound like some sort of fairytale or a shitty plot to a cartoon show.

"Yeah. She was." Spike spoke in a sad tone, staring right off in the distance. "She was always trying to raise me right. She was always like a sister to me, even though she hatched me. When she was in school, Princess Celestia would try to look after me. She was always nice and caring towards me, almost treating me like a son."

"But you did have parents before you were hatched, right?" It was actually curious on that one. He must have had parents before he was hatched by Twilight. Maybe they were worried for him, or looking for him.

What if they just...........stole him?

........Nah. They're total pussies about doing something like that. Trust me, I know this.

"Well." Spike started to explain his life. "Celestia told me that she found me in a cave where my parents died. She was coming back from visiting some ambassadors in Saddle Arabia." Great, more countries that have ridicules names. "

"Your parents died?"

"She said that someone slayed them." Ok, I'm convinced that the ponies must have done something. I mean that is like the first thing that someone says when they killed their birth parents. It's probably just me being paranoid. "She couldn't bear the thought for abandoning some little egg like me, so she brought me back to Canterlot Castle. Some years later, Twilight hatched me and I've been with her ever since." Spike hunched over, putting his hands on his cheeks. "Now I don't know what to think of her now."

"Hey, come on now." I put my hand on his shoulder and thinking of words of encouragement to make him feel better. "It's not your fault. You were under some spell. That's all."

"Was I?" He looked at me with those big eyes. Tears were flowing down like a river. "This was the first time something like this happened. The last time this happened was on my birthday. I couldn't control it. If it wasn't for Rarity, then.... then..." He started sobbing. I can't.....I can't....e....e..even control myself! What type of friend am I?!?!?" He started to cry uncontrollably.

Everyone in the room was looking at us. To avoid all the staring, I started to hug Spike, trying to make him feel better. I couldn't say that I understand what he is going through, but I do know that if someone did try to control me to do horrible things, I would have been fucking scared. "There there, little guy." I said as he cried on my chest. "Everything is going to be alright. I know your scared right now, but you need to be brave right now." Uh oh, whiny hero speech incoming! "You need to be strong for your friends. I know you think that you have done it, but that is not true. The caribou made you do this. If they didn't control Twilight, then they wouldn't have gotten you. What's done is done. You shouldn't look at the past. You need to be brave for Twilight, and for Rarity. "Don't worry about Twilight. We'll try to get her back to normal. I promise." You know, looking back at the speech now, it almost looked I was a whine bitch to someone. But keep in mind I was try to calm Spike down.

Spike looked up to me with those big-ass eyes that would make a puppy be jealous. He sniffed a couple of times. "You...Pinkie Promise?"

I didn't know what a Pinkie Promise was, but I learned it the hard way latter on. I swear.........Pinkie is not from this world. "I Pinkie Promise."

Spike wiped some tears and snot from his eyes with his sleeves. He smiled at me. "Thanks....for everything."

"No problem." I smiled. However, that little moment was short life when something tapped on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw Kathutet with a serious look on his face.

"We need to talk." He said. I nodded. I turned to Spike, who had a worried look on his face. I gave him a thumbs up and followed Kat outside of the room. Once we were out earshot of the ponies, he talked. "It seems you are getting along with these mortals."

"I try." I said. I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed. "What is it that you want to talk to me about?"

"Our scouts have reported that the caribou are on the move. They have an army coming towards our base. By our calculations, they could be here within two hours."

My heart stopped thumping and my skin started turn white as he said those words. 'They found out where we are?!??! How!?!?! I knew the caribou would react, but I didn't think that they would found out where we live and send an army. Tirek said this place was hidden “THEY FOUND US OUT?!?!?!?" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Everyone started staring at us now. "Uhh.....Nothing is wrong here. Go back to your meals." They did just that.

"Keep your voice down!" He hissed. "And no, they haven't found this place. If they had, then they would have sent for a larger army. For what Sloth had seen, they number to only a few hundred. The rest are back in that village we raided. Perhaps they think that they would overwhelm some rebel base."

"Still, it’s a problem." I whispered to him. "If they find us out, then they would send for an even bigger army."

"I understand." He said. “However, our scouts have reported that they are still in the village, most likely waiting for someone. They won't be here for some time."

"What are we going to do then?" I asked him. We couldn't just move out again. We just began settling.

"I have an idea, and I want your option on this." He started to explain his idea. "The mages have managed to make a functioning gateway to Paradise. With your permission, I will assemble a somewhat sizable force for our realm and march to ambush them at the village."

"How many will you bring?" I said. He started whispering how many into my ear. My eyes widened. "Don't you think that's a little......overkill."

He snorted. "Come on. Half of our forces have been begging for a fight for the last hundred years, possible even longer. This is a perfect opportunity for a good ole round of killing." Last hundred years!?!? Holy shit, that is a long time. "Besides, once we kill off the advancing forces, we will kill everyone in the village. That way we will send a message for their 'god king' to never fuck with us, and you." He then smiled. "So, do I have your permission?"

This is the type of thing that I don't get paid enough for. Then again, I don't get paid anything except for things that I loot. But besides that, I think about it. Again, I'm no military genius, but I do know a good opportunity when I see one. If Kat sends a large force to deal with the small advance force and the ones in the village, then it might give us enough time to go over some strategies. That, and I think that pissing off a god king is probably on my bucket list of things to do in this world.

What? I have a bucket list.

"Alright." I finally said. "You have my permission." I lifted my fingers and pointed at him. "But make sure you leave their leader alive. We might need him for questioning."

Kat nodded. "I will do as you command." With that, he turned around and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Before I could even begin to think, I felt something tug on my pants. I turned my head and saw Spike getting my attention. "What was all that about?" He asked.

"Oh, you know. Military stuff." I lied. I could tell him our little problem. Well, a little problem that can be solved, but still. The last thing I need right now is everyone, or everypony in this case, running around like headless chicken’s scream on the top of their lungs.

Spike gave me a look over. "Are you sure? You look a little stressed."

I was pretty sure I was sweating right now. "Well..." I tried to make something up. "It's just....that doing military things is hard." Nice save!

Spike was suspicious at me at first, but after some time he dropped the look. "Well....ok."

"Good." I ruffled his bald head. Let me tell you, dragon scales are way different than any reptilian skin. It’s much smoother and rougher, but then it’s just me. Spike got the message and went on his way, going back to his meal.

I decided to get out of the room to get some fresh air, maybe try to think straight. All the while, I had a thought in my mind.

'I really hit the shit storm this time.'

I decided to walk around the castle to help clear my thoughts. As a bonus, I get to learn the layout of it. But first, I went back to Paradise and into my new house so I could get out of my armor and into something comfortable. I was thinking of wearing one of those medieval clothes (since they are the only thing in this castle), but I saw the clothes I wore before I arrived here on my bed with a note attached to it. It said:

As a token of our appreciation, I thought I would fix your clothes up. I hope you like what I did with them. I had to ask one of your guards to bring it to your room

-Rarity

I was actually happy that she had managed to fix up my clothes, and I'm surprised that they actually survived after all this time. My black shirt looked clean and washed, along with my jeans. My varsity jacket, which was a little ripped up after my first contact with the caribou and the manticore, looked new, almost like what it looked like before I was transported here. There were a few things different about it though. The collar and the bomb logo sparkled with a thousand little white diamonds on them. That's right. Diamonds! Apparently, as I learned later on, Equestria was once a big distributor of diamonds. They still sell diamonds, but it’s now mainly used in BDSM clothing and collars, as to show off their exotic slaves. My shoes looked cleaned and polished that they even shine, even though they are leather shoes and polishing them is impossible. Again, magic!

After donning my new and improved clothes, I went out of Paradise back to Midgard and started to walk with my new clothes with some swag in my step.

Currently, I was out in the courtyard of the castle. The courtyard itself had some things that a medieval castle would have, ranging from training dummies to a forge to make weapons. The sun beaded down on the courtyard, yet the wind was still freezing cold. I learned later that it was still October here, and that winter was right around the corner. Some of the guards were posted outside on the castle walls patrolling the place, keeping the lookout for intruders. Some of the other Daedra were busy fixing the castle walls, which had crumbled from years of neglect, and building some defense in case we do get attack. I had to open a portal to Paradise for them to get some of the equipment. Scamps, small creatures with feet of a mouse and body of an elf, helped with the rebuilding. Some of them built some siege equipment for the coming war, including trebuchets on the towers.

As I walked around and heard the familiar sounds of tools clashing against objects, I saw something that made me raise an eyebrow. Jebrus was standing right next to one of the castle walls with his head up. I didn't even bother to look at where he is looking, so I decided to walk over to where he was at and find out what is going on. As I got close to him, I noticed that he was glaring. I greeted him. "Hey, Jebrus."

He turned his head towards me and smiled. "Hey, boss. How's everything?"

"Good, I guess." I replied. "What are you doing?"

He frowned. "There's a stupid bird that keeps leaving droppings all over our garrison." He turned his head upward and glared. "There's the little bugger now."

I looked up to where he was seeing, and indeed, I did see a bird up there. It wasn't just any bird either. It is a falcon! The falcons in this world look the same as the ones from my world. Light brown chest, brown wings, talons, the whole shebang! It was currently sitting, or perching, on one of the support beams, its head held high looking as if it didn't have a care in the world. "Get out of here, you feathery nescience!" Jebrus started throwing smalls rocks he picked up on the ground at it. Of course, it didn't reach it. The falcon turned its head and looked down at us, before it started to blow a raspberry at him, his wings outstretched in a body language familiar to us when we were kids. You know, the 'na-na-nana-na' type of thing. He then returned to his stance.

Did I mention how fucked up this world is?

Jedrus screamed what I assumed to be curse words in the Daedric language. I wanted to end this whole fiasco now by shooting a spell at it. I aimed my hand at it and readied the spell. However, I had a different idea that hit me, on that can take care of his problem. It was a stupid idea, and something that would be in a bad fan fiction story, but I had to give it a shot.

Reaching into my pocket, I produced a bag of M&M's and opened it. I bought this from a vendor back in the convention. Well, to be fair, I also bought a KitKat bar. Yes, I am a pig, but aren't well all pigs on the inside? Anyway, I opened the bag and tilt it down in my right hand, producing some candy, six to be précised. I then put the M&M's in my pocket and used my left hand to whistle for the falcon's attention. It seemed to work as the falcon turned his head once again and saw me. "Hey there, little guy." I tried to be calm towards it. Like I said, stupid. The falcon tilted his head, but I can assume that he seemed unimpressed. I lifted the right hand that had the candy and popped a couple in my mouth. "Mmmmmm." I hummed. The falcon was confused. I swallowed it and held out my hand again, which now had four left. The falcon was extremely confused, using one of its wings to scratch its head, which was impossible and completely illogical. I bet Darwin would have a heart attack, and then his heart would explode. Along with the rest of his body.

"It's ok, I won't hurt you." I said in a comforting voice. I keep reminding myself that I was stupid and this was never going to work. But i had to try something. I knew that I leave the two alone, they could cause some real damage, like Tom and Jerry. Except that it’s a demon and a bird chasing each other around. It would spell disaster for anyone.

The bird raised an eyebrow, which again, is impossible. It then looked at Jebrus with a suspicious look. "Don't worry, he's not going to hurt you." I then looked at him with a glare, or at least tried to glare. "Riiiiiiight??"

He tried to match my glare, but in the end he folded his hands and grumbled.

The falcon looked at me and then looked back at the things I held in my hand, before looking at me again, doing this a couple of times. It didn't know how long this standoff lasted, but eventually the falcon came swooping down from its perching point and right into my hands, proceeding to eat the food I was offering him. It took all of my will power to not squeal like a little girl, because it would fly away in fright. He seemed to be enjoying the candy that I gave him. I lifted my one free hand and tried to pet him. As i inched closer, my brain was telling me that I am a fucking idiot and hoped that the bird poked my eyes right out of there sockets.

Almost hesitantly, my hand made contact with its head and started to pet it. It didn't seem to mind at all. It started scratching its head as it ate. "Good boy." I didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, but it was still a compliment none the less. Once it finished eating, it did something that would be burnt into my memory forever. He started to fly away, but not before flying back to me and landing on one of my shoulders. It nuzzled me. On the inside, I was freaking out. This was every kids dream to have an awesome bird as a pet, and i just did it without any complications whatsoever.

This world is fucked up, but it almost has my respect. Almost.

I looked at Jebrus. "You see. Not everything can be solved with violence." I started to scratch its head. "Sometimes you got to a little nicer to people to get your point across." I turned around and went on my way, going back inside with the falcon now perched on my shoulder. I feel like I could take on the fucking world with this bird, but it would be silly.

I felt some shuffling on my shoulder and hear the falcon blow a raspberry as Jedrus. He yelled again in his native tongue, but by then I was too far away to even make it out.

General Fabius groaned. Not from annoyance mind you, but from sheer boredom. He could have lead his army to destroy the rebels once and for all, but NOOO. Instead, the gods throw him a curve ball right in the ass.

His army was all set to move out. They know where the rebels are, and they have the sheer number to overrun them. He could have lead his army through the forest. However, before he ordered his troops to move out, a messenger delivered a letter to him. He opened the letter and almost screamed in frustration. The king ordered him to hole up in Ponyville and wait for Prince Blueblood. The letter tells him that he would help him in his investigation. Help him his ass! He had meet the prince himself when he attended the Royal Fuck Gala, formally known as the Grand Galloping Gala. He is an arrogant prince that only believed in himself. However, he was also a hero of sorts. He helped the caribou with the infiltration of Canterlot Castle during the War for Male Liberation. He knew of a secret entrance to the castle foyer, and into the throne room. In return for this information, he would like to be Dainn's heir to the throne, and given the powers of government to help make their occupation much smoother. The king agreed to this proposal. Now a day, he runs a slave trading company and is in charge of the Solar Inquisition, the ones responsible for hunting down rebels and escape slaves.

So here he was at the train station, waiting for the damn prince to come to Ponyville. It was almost twelve in the afternoon. His army had set up camp in the town itself. The buildings weren't damaged, and the only occupants were either dead or missing. So he ordered his army to relax until the prince arrive. His army was more prepared to deal with the rebel scum. Five thousand troops were currently camping, along with some Custodi Rioteeurs, a caribou fitted in rioting gear for capturing some of the mares alive. He didn't need some uppity noble pony to oversee his operation. However, the king ordered him to wait, and he didn't want to argue with his orders.

He groaned once again from sheer boredom, and the pleasure he was getting from his slave as she started sucking his dick. He held her head with his hands and provided to face fuck her. She was a Diamond Dog bitch that he picked up from the country of Howlbania. The family she was bought from were poor, and sold her without a second thought. She was resistant at first, but she soon learned her place as his cocksleeve. There had been a few time that she had almost escaped, but thanks to the warbeasts that camped with them, she was captured and returned to her master. Her fur is a mixture of light brown and white, with the white going from her chest all the way down to her vagina, then towards the side of her legs. Her ears were a dark brown than the rest of her coat. Her arms were tied behind her back. From her shoulder to her elbow, it was light brown while the rest was white. She had a brown hair that flowed free, which he gripped as he fucked her face. Her tail was light brown with a white tip at the end, which was tied to her collar as to prevent any escapes.

He grunted as he released his semen all over her. She was forced to shallow it. This was a waste of time. He could have gone into Foal Mountain and destroy the rebel base, maybe even take in a few slaves in the process. He wondered if there was a red mane bitch at the rebel base. He always had a hard on for red heads, especially the earth pony ones.

He heard a train whistle in the distance. He grunted as he stood up and tied his bitch to a bike railing. He soon walked towards the end of the platform. In the distance, he saw a train coming towards the town. The train itself was painted gold, with a few rubies and crystals decorating some of the parts. He knew it was the prince's train, on account of the logo of his company on the front of the train. It had a stallion riding on a mare on all fours, a saddle on the mare.

Once the train was almost close to the station, it slowed down for a bit. The front of the train pasted him by. It started to slow down before coming to a complete stop. Two golden doors were revealed to the general. After some time, the doors opened. A red carpet came rolling out of the train before stopping on the pathway to the train station. He had to step out of the way of the carpet. Not long after, a stallion with a trimmed and groomed brown mane and tail came stepping out of the passage train before holding up a scroll. "Now presenting, His Royal Highness, Prince Blueblood!" He shouted. Trumps sounded from inside the car before Blueblood came strolling down the carpet, his head held high like any other noble pony.

Like he said, the general has seen him before during the Fuck Gala. The prince sported a blond mane and tail, both trimmed and groomed by the finest stylists in the lands. His coat is a pale white that almost shined in the sun. He sported a purple tuxedo with matching purple pants with a black tie and matching black shoes. His white gloves held two chains at each hand, which are connected to two collared mares that accompanied him. One is a peach creamed earth pony mare with a black mane and tail, with a cutie mark of a book. He remembered her. She was once the leader of the resistance that had tormented the caribou during the Liberation. Blueblood had captured her and interrogated her for days, before she finally broke and became his cocksleeve. He heard that she was forced into a room with nothing more than twenty males raping her with no breaks, food or water. She had melon-sized breast that bounced each time she walked. The other one was a pink mare with a white and red striped long mane in a ponytail and a tail that ended in a curl. Her cutie mark consisted of a bag of bits, which means that she was an accounted before The Liberation happened. Her breast was of modest value, not too big but not too small. They both wore golden collars to signify that they belong to him. Behind him, twenty foot soldiers of the Inquisition, which wore golden armor, came rushing out and standing in a line.

The general had to bow to the prince as he came to show his respect. "Blueblood, it is good to see you again. I am honored to be in your presence."

"And you should be, peasant." He retorted. "If any, you should remember this day that your pathetic existence became all the more pleasing when you met me."

The general glared at Blueblood. If he weren't in the good graces of a king, he would have taught him a thing or two about respect. He clenched his fist in anger. "Is there anything I can get you, your highness?" He said through clenched teeth.

"Why yes." He smiled. He unbuttoned his tuxedo and threw it, landing on his horns. "You can start by cleaning my tuxedo. It has gotten some cum on it because some bitch” He glared at the ex-leader of the resistance. By this point, she was on her hands and knees and started to nuzzle her master’s legs. "couldn't hold her cum in." He started to kneel her breasts, the mare moaning in response. "Then, I want your soldiers to start getting ready to move out to crush this peasant revolt."

"I will get right on that." He gritted through his teeth. He was this close to just whacking him on the head. But he had to do as he was told. He will never understand why the king would choose him for something like this.

He was about to tell one of his guards when he heard something in the distance. Screaming, but not the type of screaming like someone was scared of something. No. This was the type of scream that could only mean one thing.

Swiveling his ears, he tried to pinpoint where the sound came from. He turned his head as well, and saw what has caused it. Out in the distance, near a cottage, he saw dark shapes coming out of the woods. They were pony-like, but had dark armor and hold various weapons.

His eyes widened before he shouted behind. "GET BACK TO THE CAMP!!! WE'R-"

An explosion threw him off to the ground, landing with a hard 'thud' on his stomach. His vision was disorientated, the sound of ringing in his ears didn't help either. He turned his head at the source of the explosion. The train was left a smothering ruin. What was once nice and sparkle became a mis-match of fire, smoke, and melted gold. The train itself was left a heaping mess. The other cars took some damage.

He looked around to see what was going on. His captains started barking orders to the troops that came outside, going in the direction of the camp. Some arrows came raining down on them as well. One hit an unfortunate caribou in one of his eyes, making him fall to the ground with a scream. He couldn't see his Diamond dog slave anywhere, which means that she has escaped during the confusion. He also saw some blasts coming from the hill. One of those blasts hit a house, making it explode in a fiery explosion.

He started to get up, only for him to scream as he felt pain in his legs, making him fall again. Turning his head, he saw the cause. One of the wooden fragments was lunged into his left hind leg, sticking right out. It didn't hit anything to important as to make him crippled for life, but it still hurt like hell.

Looking over, he saw Blueblood escaping the scene with a few Inquisition soldiers he had left. He didn't see his slaves with them, which meant that they had escaped. 'Coward!' He weakly thought. He'll make sure to bring this up with the king.......if he gets out of this alive that is.

By this point, his hearing returned. He heard the screams of his soldiers, or theirs, being slaughtered. He heard the clashing of steel and the striking of flesh. He also heard strange language being shouted. It wasn't any language he had heard. Being around the world all the time, he had to learn the different languages that the people use.

"General! GENERAL!" He saw one of his officers running up to him. He was holding the blood that was sweeping out of his left arm with his right hand. "GENERAL! Thank the gods that you are alright!" He looked at his leg. "Shit! This isn’t good at all."

"What is going on?!?!?!" He shouted.

"Our troops are being slaughtered by these creatures." Another explosion sounded in the camp, along with another set of screams. "They are much more armed than we thought. We can't hold them off must longer, general. We need to fall back." In the distance, his officers were shouting orders to retreat, that they were heavily outnumbered.

'How can that be?' His army numbered in the thousands, all with experience from battles. How one small rebel army outnumber them? 'I guess I was right on one thing.' This was more than just any rebel army.

He looked at his officer in the eye. "Your right. Where are we going?"

"We agree to rally our remaining forces at the-” A dark and red arrow punctured him in the lungs, blood sweeping out of the hole. He gargled, attempting to hold his throat with his hands. Another arrow was embedded in his chest, right where his heart is. He soon fell, his expression one of pain and sadness.

The general stared wide eye at the corpse in front of him. Sure, he has seen death and blood in the past, but this was different than any of the battles or ambushes he was in.

He heard heavy footsteps coming towards him, the sound of metal being hit on the ground sounded Look up, he saw dark and red armored things coming right at him. They were charging at him, but they were walking towards him with caution. He looked all around him, to see if he can escape. The enemy had him surrounded. He had never seen this type of armor before, nor has heard of it from anywhere. It looked intimidating, if not downright disturbing.

The group stopped, a circle formed around him. He heard them saying things in a strange language. He heard them laughing, taunting him, making rude gestures. He wanted to get away from them, but he was surrounded and crippled. They would have killed him, right then and there. However, they just stared at him through their antler-like helmets.

For the first time since he was made general, he truly knew fear.

He heard another set of footsteps coming towards him. Turning his head, he saw what he assumed to be the leader of the group. Without the helmet, he could see the foe which had defeated and slaughtered his army. It had red skin, small horns, and the blackest eyes that looked directly at him. It carried a weapon that looked like a cross between a mace and an axe. It circled around him, stalking him like a predator eyeing his prey. He could see in its soulless black eyes that he wanted to end him, right here. However, to his surprise, it didn't.

"Tihpadi wa Aqheyeam." It brought its weapon down on him. The last thing he saw was its evil grin.

Author's Notes:

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'Tihpadi wa Aqheyeam' means "Welcome to Oblivion"