It was rather odd, for Jerry to wake up with two body’s of heat around himself. Waking up as Jerry eyes blink some, noticing he was laying on his back. Feeling two bodies pressing close to him, legs entangled around his own, feeling their chests pressing on his sides and chest with his arms on the two feminine bodies. Jerry eyes glance down to see Lovely on his right side, the earth mare nude and cuddling against him as he felt her hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder…

Although the other mare, was more closer to him than Lovley. As her head was underneath his chin, wing wrap over him like a extra blanket as he couldn’t help but smile. As Shadow was looking more...beautiful than he recalled. Hands around the two mares lower backs, feeling their nude bodies pressing against his own as he recalled last night.

Wow, Shadow really enjoyed it when I tease and play with her while she was bound to those poles. Guess she really find it a turn on when I'm dominant. mentally making sure he do that later on, maybe get more ‘toys’ for them to try out. Still he enjoyed the two mares against him, enjoying his warm body as he enjoy their bodies and was sure that they would have the day in.

A small yawn came, as he glance to see Shadow awoke first, opening those lovely yellow eyes, she glanced up with a soft smile as she nuzzled his neck. “Good morning, Master~.” she couldn’t help but giggle at that as she said. “I never thought I would say that to you again.” Jerry chuckle, as he he admit.

“Until last night, I never thought we would be together again,” and tease her as he move his hand down to squeeze her ass. “Or do this again.” a slight shiver came through Shadow, as she gave a smirk, as she move her head up and said.

“Careful Master, I might think I need to ease your sexual desires.” having a sort of predator look as Jerry gave a chaste kiss on her lips as she giggles. Pulling back as he said in a joking tone.

“I don’t hear you complaining.” she nuzzle back under his chin in response as if she never did, resting there again as she look up with a happy smile as he said. “But I'm in the mood to relax and fondle.”

In response, Shadow pressed her breasts more on her Master side, while not big as Lovely, they are perky in their own right. She push her firm ass against the hand as she raise her head to look at him. Having half-lid eyes, a look of warmth, love, and a bit sluttry as she spoke in that arouse tone.

“If Master wants to fondle, maybe he can play with his new thestral love-slave?” glancing over to Lovely, she added to Jerry. “Beside, Master other pet is sleeping, I’m sure she won’t mind waiting while you have me.” Jerry chuckle, as he was about to start to squeeze more of her tush and play with his ‘new’ slave--

Before the doors slam open as Gnarl spoke. “Master, the Resistance wish to speak to you!” heading in to add more, before looking shock at seeing the thestral...with a collar. “By Evil, what happen!?” Jerry felt annoyed of Gnarl ruining the mood, but inform him with a grin.

“Shadow made her choice last night, she belongs to me again, serving under me. All for love, isn’t that right Shadow?” glancing to the thestral as she was using the blankets to cover herself before Gnarl as she held a slightly irritated look. As it was one thing for her Master to see her nude, it was another for other guys. But she glance back to Jerry as she soften her look to him and spoke with a smile.

“Of course Master, I submitted under you for love and enjoy having you over me again.” as Gnarl nearly shouted.

“Love? Y-you submitted because of LOVE!?” giving out gacks and look of illness as he told. “Ugh, I’m going to somewhere some else! You ponies are so WRONG with everything!” turning to head out, as Jerry chuckle, as Shadow gave light giggles as she look back to Jerry and spoke as if reminding what Gnarl said earlier.

“Master, he said the Resistance wish to talk to you. Are you going to leave now?” Jerry gave a sigh, but nodded as he move his limbs off of the two mares. Shadow reluctantly let go, as she gained a good view of his body to ogle at, while getting his robes on. Even though the small show was short, Shadow enjoyed seeing his body form and admiring it. And even if he walked off to get himself ready, she felt she had to get ready too.

She started to get off the bed, ignoring the slight coldness in the air as she started to get dress-- but was debating on what clothes to wear. The short blue dress….or the dress I use to wear? it was...a hard decision, as while she would of wore the former, she belonged to Master now. And while she would wear the former for him, Shadow recalled that Jasmine would see the example and impression of the elder mare.

So she wore the long blue dress, mostly for Jasmine sake, but she privately swore in her heart that she would change into the short blue dress while in here. She gave a small giggle in thought. Or maybe go naked for Master to ogle at me? Maybe enjoy feeling up his slaves bodies? glancing to Lovely, she noticed the mare was slowly waking up, yawning as the door slam from Gnarl helped her get up, but looking pretty tired as to--

Any thought she held of the mare vanished when the entire Castle shook and hearing her Master shock and angered voice. “WHO MADE MY ARMOR PINK?!?!”

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Tapping her hoof in slight impatiens, one of the recently recruited resistance mare’s waited before the large gate that would usher in the Overlords coming. She was sent here, merely to take the male to the five heads and get the alliance between them worked out. In admittance, she would rather not be here.

The pegasus frowned a bit, and wanted to leave to get back to her work. But, orders were sadly orders, and had to stay here and wait until he came around. She was at least happy there were guards posted around-- incase the dark master did anything fishy. It would result in plenty of crossbolts, arrows and magic spells.

It felt like a few hours before the gate finally reacted and turned on, making her perk and take a deep breath. You can do this. He’s in your playing field and can’t do anything. She assured herself, psyching herself up for a-- What… the Tartarus? And her mental processing coming to a near stop at the… pink armored male walking out. A very bright pink armored Overlord.

It caused the other mares to look bewilder and look shock of the sudden pink color armored male walking out, and bringing up a few Browns as it took a moment until the pegasus registered what was happening and spoke out. “H-Hey wait! You can’t summon those imps and take them along!” trying to show she wasn't intimidated or would easily back down. He glance back, as he recalled and snort.

Inwardly she was thankful he put them back before the other guards registered what he did, as he soon began walking to her. She took a low gulp, trying her best to not be afraid-- but not laugh a bit from the pink on his armor as she said. “I’m here to d-direct you to the five Heads…” then as she tried to look at something beside those glowing white eyes, she nearly blurted out. “Why are you wearing pink?”

Getting a near tense moment of the guards holding their crossbows or readying their horns, seeing the pegasus stiff from asking that question...as well of the Overlord response of said question as he replied simply and lowly. “Because someone thought it would be a funny prank on me. And this the only armor I have on hand.” which was a slight lie as he wore his Arcanium for its strongest stats and its boosts. But they didn’t need to know that, as he push. “Now, are we going to go to meet these Heads?”

She breathed in and nodded before turning and beginning to lead. She wasn’t particularly happy she had to be the one to do this, but she was the one that was ordered for it. Granted, she had a hard time not casting a glance back. The overly bright pink armor was… very distracting. It was admittedly distracting enough that those in the base, soldiers, spies, civilians, trainees…

They all had to stop and just stare-- some fillies and colts running around stopping to giggle or laugh at his armor. It was not how she expected her day to turn out.

It was the same for Jerry, as he was internally fuming that someone put his armor in pink. Seriously, do they know how long it takes to scrub the paint off? If it was one of the Minions, I’m going to force them to clean the armor and get the paint off until its good and look like it was before! he endure the giggles or laughing of foals at his armor, mostly because he can’t really get angry at them. They were kids, and he was in a sense, giving them something to enjoy laughing at.

But when he was stop before a door, he saw the armored mares by the sides, looking stoic and unwavering, even in all of his pinkness. The mare motioned him to wait, as she enter inside first, informing the Heads he was here...before the door open, motioning him to enter in. What happened next was seeing all five ponies expression at once.

The green unicorn place a hand on her mouth to stifle any laughter as she has, as Shire was clearly surprise at seeing him so pink-- and trying hard to not laugh at him. The elder thestral merely raise a brow, as she was trying to gauge what reason he was wearing pink on his armor. The dark earth mare laugh her ass off, slamming the table as she hollered at him with a pointed finger.

The white earth mare merely just stared at him as if trying to figure out WHY he was doing this in either mocking them, trying to take their guard off, or was doing something insane. The stallion however humed… and comment. “I could see why Magic said wearing anything bright color would throw people off, make them lose track of their thinking and make them lose focus.” he then joke as he grin.

“But I’m sure you did it just to mock us a bit, right?” Jerry gave a low snort and told.

“No, while it would be a good laugh-- I didn’t plan for this. Apparently someone gotten into the paints and decided to paint my entire armor like this as a prank.” then glance to them as he glance to see his axe was still sheath, then to them again as he continue. “But that’s something to do on the side, I believe you are here to discuss of the alliance and the terms?”

Giving a slightly drawn out sigh, Pearl told, “We are.” Then relaxed, giving the male a long look and told, “We can’t make any final decisions, until we know what each side has to give to the other. Where the lines will be drawn and what restrictions will be in place.”

“In short, we need to know your terms.” Screech told simply enough. “We have been working our own, but until we know what the other is wanting out of this, we won’t make any final decisions.”

Inwardly he was thankful that he and Gnarl managed to make most of the ‘terms’ for his side before heading to his room, as he moved to reach into his bag. A slight tense with the earth mares and thestral of what he was taking out. Before they saw a scroll, as he spoke. “What I have in my hand, is my terms of the alliance. I believe you will find them quite fair.” motioning for any of them to take it.

While a few glance to the other, Periodic sigh, getting up to move to Jerry. He was admitting that he was a bit unnerved of being so closer to the taller and more intimidating looking being, even if he wore pink, didn’t discredit the slight feeling that the glowing eyes were daring him to mock at his armor color. As he took the scroll in the offer hand, he moved back as he rolled open the scroll and was reading it over…

And looked rather surprise as he admitted. “I honestly thought it would make it seem you would gain more than we do.” motioning the scroll to the others to get a look at it. As within the scroll, Stone Hooves read it first, looking it over as she spoke out.

“You’ll give us your gold from you treasury to fund us, supplies us with anything we need of clothes, armor, weapons and food and water, teleport any freed mares and fillies here so we can give them a safe place. Hit places we want you to attack and give us more time if the Caribous are near any of anything of interests to us…” reading to his terms as she went on.

“And in return, you want all information regarding to Equestria cities, towns, and anything we have on them. Information on all of our safe houses across Equestria. A way to enter in Canterlot so you can set up a Gate, information on anything suspicious like in terms of things that aren’t seen before. The right to heal all mares and fillies of their lost horns and wings...and full pardon of any crimes you’ll commit after we retake our nation….” then eyed him suspiciously. “And a reimbursement of your gold with interest? What sort of game are you playing at?”

He internally try to make himself presentable, letting his mind think it over as he replied. “The ‘game’ I am playing, is of a investment. I know that fighting against the Caribous in hit and runs with espionage? Is taking a strain on you all. So I am lending you what I have, and I expect when Equestria is taken back, I will be given my dues of payment?”

“You honestly expect you would, or even could honor this agreement?” questioned Shire as to figure his game or logic in this deal as really, it looked like they were gaining more than he did.

As if he was raising a brow under his helm, he shot back. “So you’re saying that you expect betrayal from me? If so, let me be clear, I prefer to keep my deals and honor my word. I may be a villain, but I am a villain who knows that doing such needless annoyance such as betrayal in a deal-- is a waste of time, resources, and would be annoying.” While the scroll was passed around, Screech noticed a few flaws, specifically, that it didn’t mentioned of the Pinks or of the Blankies. She glanced up and questioned.

“And of the Pinks and Blanks?” for a brief second, there was a twitch in the Overlord frame, it was subtle, but it was there as he told in a rather venomous tone.

“I am not that interested in the Blanks. I rather remove the thing that makes them into what they will be turned into.” this caused surprise as Shire prod.

“Pardon me if I am correct...but you want to destroy those machines?” trying to find the logic in this, however Stone Hooves scorn.

“A bit hypocritical, since you have a created mare. What not feeling like having more tail lifters than the ones you have?” however she felt herself tense, as she saw the white glowing eyes looking down at her. Making her feel insignificant, tiny, unworthy of even speaking to him as he spoke in a tone that dripped with acid.

“I am going to say this once and only once.” there was a hateful anger in those eyes as they glared down into Stone Hooves, making her feel a bit of fear-- but kept firm in her harden look as he continue. “If you all ever refer them with such names in my presence-- consider this alliance to end and see you all slowly crushed by the Caribous as I will sit on the side. You may insult me, insult my minions-- even try to push me and try to press my buttons. I can handle such things.” then said with a low snarl. “But you never insult them in my presence. You will give them tolerance and say such words or things inwardly until I do not hear of it. I will not tolerate such utter disrespect to them, you may have your opinions, but for the sake of this alliance and of gaining aid from me-- never utter those words out of your mouth. Ever.”

There was a tense moment for them all, as there was a silence among them all as Jerry took low breaths, calming himself as he push the subject and asked. “What of these ‘Pink’s you speak of?”

This time, Screech spoke up, and it was with a firmness. “Mare’s that live to be the sex toys to their masters.” Staring at Jerry with her calm facade and telling on, “Extremely devoted. To the point they lose sense of themselves and will do everything to please their masters-- even going to extreme lengths to get the smallest of praises.” She glared a bit and told, “To make matters worse, they are so broken or trained to the point, they have been known to guise themselves as black collared mares or reds-- to infiltrate and expose any resistance to their Caribou masters.”

“A shame you never encounter these Pinks, Sire-- it would make things more simpler for you in term of having slaves.” cackle Gnarl in laughter, as Jerry gain a thought and spoke.

“I suppose I could screen through any mares of blacks or reds of possible Pinks before sending them to you, help lessen exposing to you all.” Periodic spoke in.

“Although if you somehow can make them into turning to our sides for Screech, it could help.” gaining Jerry to glance at him as Periodic clarified. “Screech has informants, some of which are stallions-- and it helps greatly for them to have Pinks as their properties, as to keep suspicious on them low and blend in among the populous.”

“However,” pointed in Shire as she asked. “You mentioned you weren’t interested in the Blanks or want to destroy the machine? I thought you would enjoy such a horrid thing?”

“Destroying a person will, personality, and replacing it with something else? I will admit, I did not knew of its true devices until Spree inform me of this.” looking to them all as he went on. “I rather preserve the Blanks until somehow they can be treated. The device itself? It may had allow me to make Lovely, but even I’m not that cruel to just stuff Blanks into something they weren’t. It would be like using the husk of a person, force life into them and make a mockery of whoever they were into something else.”

“Isn’t that what you did with the created mare?” questioned Stone Hooves with crossed arms and a scowl. “Seems you like being a hypocrite.” Taking a few subtle calming breath to not snap at the earth mare, Jerry shot back.

“Call me whatever you like. But I am a villain with standards. And even if, if I did use the machine? It would making them feel half empty, unable to fully care that isn’t part of their programming, unable to do anything that is outside of their specific tasks.”

“Then you must realize, that once they’re all blanks...there is no way we can actually heal them. For all intents and purposes, they’re already dead.” told Periodic as he pressed. “We’re trying to figure out why you wouldn’t want to use the machine? You are a villain, and most villains wouldn’t mind having servants and slaves to follow their every whim.” Jerry felt like he was slowly being backed into a corner, as he thought of something, anything-- and Jasmine voice spoke in his helm.

“Big Bro tell them that its because of me you don’t! You don’t wanna make me feel left out and feel confused of them all in the Castle!” feeling thankful for Jasmine voice, and ignoring the argument of the two ‘karma shoulders’ in his helmet as he spoke.

“Because of Jasmine sake.” gaining looks as he told. “I don’t because of the filly will feel left out, feel confused and conflicted that I would just have Blanks brought in and make them into slaves and servants in my own design. It is the main reason I am not, because it would cause problems for her in the future.”

With narrowed eyes, Screech said, “Funny, you’re not bothering to take advantage of her.” Not blinking away form the idea that he was just using the filly for something later on-- and not really cared for her.

There was a rather tenseness in him, not of worry of being revealed, or fear of them finding he’s not a real villain. No it was because he was angry. The very fact that he would take advantage of Jasmine? That he would just used her, that he didn’t care of her...really made him angry as he told in venomous anger. “I found Jasmine almost raped on a post in Ponyville. Saw her terrified, scared, sobbing and screaming as her innocent was about to be taken away.” there was a slow burning fire coming as Jerry kept talking.

“Condemn me as a monster. Call me evil, call me even a tyrant-- but don’t you ever assume that I would even allow such a filthy notion of taking advantage of her. Of using her when she was alone without anyone to save her a fate that you all wouldn’t stand by. I may be a villian, but even I wouldn’t go so low to allow such a thing as an abuse of a child. That is the whole reason I set a vengeful razing on the Caribous in Ponyville, why I break and destroy them. Because I do not waste. And to break her, turn her into a mindless and small mess only focus for pleasure-- is a waste of life.”

While the others varies in clenching their hands, watching in weariness or tapping the table in nervousness-- Screech held her steely and near cold gaze in return. “Talk as big as you like, Overlord. It doesn't change the chance you’ll do it.” Seeming to sit by that thought. “Anyone can lie through their teeth. And I’m not going to take that chance with you.”

“Then know of this, Screech.” told Jerry as he focused on her. “Know that I will always uphold my deals. Know that I will never ruin a alliance in petty backstabbing. It is a wasteful and fruitless endeavor of both our times, our resources and removing the Caribous.”

For a old mare, Jerry had to admit, she had nerves of steel. While the others seemed to slightly shift or be on guard, Screech didn’t seem to budge. Something how she firmly held herself, bothered Jerry. After seeing so many scared, fearful and even cowardly responses to his forceful voice-- the mere thought of this old, possibly witheringly weak frail body not being scared… he wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“That will remain to be seen, Overlord.” She soon spoke, voice unwavering and eyes trained right at him. For some reason, something in Jerry felt like it was shaken form just their mere unwavering strength in that old voice.

Taking a deep and calming breaths, as Gnarl was about to suggest more of force, before getting shove aside as Jasmine told. “Don’t worry Big Bro, even if they think worse of you-- you’re a great guy!” feeling himself calm more, he soon gain control of his anger and spoke.

“How about we get to the bottom line? Do you agree with this Alliance or do you not?” trying to get to the main point as he push. “Whatever you all may feel about me and vice-versa about me to you-- I know that we both need each other for the other uses.”

“We’ll convene.” told Screech with a flat tone, as she motioned him to go. “You can wait outside. We’ll deliberate over the deal here before coming to a decision.” Jerry took another low breath as he turned to walk out as he thought to himself.

Note to self. When I return to the castle. Privacy for me with the mares. I don’t care if Gnarl is going to complain, I need to destress. Sure this may not be taxing on me physically, but mentally and bits of emotionally? It is. heading out and the door closing, as Stone Hooves flatly told.

“I reject this alliance.”

“Noted.” Screech shot back rather cooly. “I vote for. We don’t have many choices right now, and this opens up new doors. Possibly new means to get information on the Overlord and his motives and inner workings.”

Sighing some and leaning back, Pearl said, “I’m not sure. We’re placing a lot of blind faith into this deal--” Then glared at the scroll. “This overly convenient and very helpful deal.” Not exactly liking it.

“We don’t have that many options, Commander Pearl.” Told the elderly thestral. “And until we know his motives, we can’t make any guesses of how to counteract it.”

Shire was silent, thinking over as she told. “Voted for.” gaining look as Shire look to them as she said. “While I may have some understanding he’s someone who usually doesn’t break deals-- like Screech said, we don’t know everything. And while we may not fully trust him, he makes a rather painful point we can’t admit fully. We may not trust him-- but we need his uses. We need what he’s offering for us.”

“Even if its dangling like a piece of gem to a dragon?” questioned Stone Hooves as if this was all a ploy as Periodic thought it over...and spoke.

“Or a possible investment in his eyes for our nation.” looking to them as he made mention. “He mention reimbursement for all his gold, he knows he only has so much, and if he were to give most or all gold he has, even the gold raided from Caribous or found around? There would be a fairly large sum he would get later on, with interest.”

“Bastard didn’t even mention how high the interest would be.” told Stone Hooves.

“Probably because he doesn’t know himself.” add in Shire, gaining looks as she said. “From what I can understand, this is possibly a first for him to even come near groups of rebellion and giving aid to them. He’s possibly only suggesting a alliance, because he realize he only has so many resource of information to use. If he’s planning for conquest, then simply muscling his way in would just waste resources and forces-- and he’s made a clear point, he hates being wasteful.”

Thinking over this, Pearl gave a firm nod. “That makes clear sense. Trying to force his way in will causes heavy losses for his forces. The Caribou might not be initially upfront fighters half the time-- but they can dig in deep and use whatever those they conquered to their uses. Even Equestrian military tactics.”

Thinking it over a bit more, the commander affirmed, “It would go in hand with us giving him as much information as possible. So he can make more strategic strikes and campaigns on areas of interest. Cripple the Caribou more easily and allow him to get away with the most minimal of losses. That would be a plus, cause the enemy more damage and decreased numbers, while you have less damage and greater numbers.”

“So we have a warlord on our hands.” Gruffed Stone Hooves. “Not too great news.” Looking at the paper and grimacing, “Think he’ll include all the supplies he promised into the costs?”

“Would be stupid of him if he didn’t.” Told Screech. “I think we better be ready for possibly being in near debt from the amount of bits we’ll have to pay off after this whole thing. And I don’t like how much that may amount to in the end.”

“Can’t we, I don’t know, just let the Elements of Harmony blast him and we can ignore the debt?” suggest Stone Hooves, as if trying to make things better for them in the long run.

Turning to the mare, Pearl said, “Well Quartermaster Stone Hooves, unless you just happen to have the Elements of Harmony inside the armory of ours, and just so happen to have six mare’s that can knowingly harness and use said elements to full effect, by all means-- do so.” Then spoke, “Oh yes, that’s right-- we can’t.” Then went on, “Because we don’t have them and none of us were told where they were hidden before Celestia and Luna were captured by Darius as his prized bitches.” Sounding a bit frustrated by the last fact.

Having a frustrated look herself, Stone Hooves said as she tries to bring up a point. “But when we do get the Element Bearers and the Princess’s-,” Periodic interrupted.

“Do you honestly assume that either Princess’s would allow us to sidetrack on us repaying the Overlord and just blast him with the Elements? Seem a bit hypocritical of us to consider going back on our word.” Stone slam her hands on the table and nearly shouted.

“We’re willingly to make a deal with a potential conqueror! I think it’s justified we might need to blast him before he starts conquering us!”

“Innocent until proven otherwise.” told Periodic, giving a look to her and the other's. “We can’t call for his guilt until he’s done something to call for it-- and even if we did?” pointing out part of the deal. “It would be moot as he will be given a pardon at the end of it all. So in short, even if we tried, we simply have to give him that pardon to get away scot free of anything he’ll be doing in our nation.”

Speaking up to that, Stone Hooves told, “Then we need to tell him there has to be compromises in the deal.” Then turned to Shire, “You know how to work out these alliances. I think you’re starting to see how this can go horribly bad for us all after the Caribou are sent packing! We’ll possibly be in debt, be vulnerable to attack and can’t lawfully persecute all the crimes he’s done! We’ll be sitting ducks for him to just take down easily!”

Shire thought over that, thinking over the deal, the possibilities as she spoke. “Stone is correct, we would be vulnerable and could easily be taken over by him. But at the same time, he would be in the right-,”

“The right?!” spoke Stone Hooves as Pearl raise her hand, and giving a look to Shire as if to explain.

Nodding, the unicorn continue. “The Overlord, is more or less, giving us the advantage. Healing all the mares and restoring their lost limbs for free, giving us funding, supplies, giving us breathing room with the Caribous as he’ll be their target. The Overlord is essentially making himself vulnerable as we would be taking alot out of him, and if we did find a loophole to persecute him of crimes he committed or somehow gain the Elements to use on him-- he would essentially be in the right, as a victim since in the deal, we have the winning hand. And we would be the ones who backstab him-- not him backstabbing us. I dare say that he could technically put us in debt and have the entire nation working for him to repay him-- and he would essentially be in the right-- as far as I can figure out.”

With a inward breath, Screech said, “And there it is. The unseen angle in all of this.” Looking them all over and told, “And the thing we’re going to be ready for. If he’s planning for us to be in debt, the best thing we can do with our breathing room, is gain items of interest that will help pay off that debt-- or start filling our funding and only use his when absolutely needed.”

“You’re hoping to limit the amount of gold we need from him?” Asked Pearl with a questioning tone. “Screech, we’re low on funding as it is.”

“And We’re going to use the loophole that any gold he gives to us, gained from raiding, might be bits that used to be Equestria's.” Screech responded. “We can also use the extra breathing room to start getting the needed inflow by my agents. In short, as long as we’re careful, we can get back what we lost or slowly regain some footing we lost.”

Periodic hum...and soon asked. “But heres something I’m curious of, what are these items of interests you suggest he may want?” looking to Screech as he went on. “I can understand us using most of his lended gold, but there was nothing in the deal of items of interests he would want to find for.”

“Have to agree with him.” told Stone Hooves with crossed arms and leaning back. “What would the Overlord want beside the gold we’ll have to pay back?”

“Riches, jewels, gems, materials--” Dragged off Screech for a moment. “We don’t know, but the idea is to gain a small stockpile of items that while near worthless to us without a proper vender or fence to get something out of them-- might be of high value to him.” Then held a hand telling, “It’s not a perfect plan. We’re stringing more thiner and thinner on our own treasury and emergency funding. At this point, we need the bits to keep up our operations.”

As Pearl was taking this in, she took a hard breath and asked. “So we’re in agreement? Work with him temporary, try to pay off our debt with anything we can get and attempt compromise with him?” they all nodded as she motioned to Shire to get the Overlord in. As the mare nodded, moving to the door, popping her head open to see him sitting in a chair as she was still trying to not laugh at his pink armor.

She clear her throat, as he glance to her, she motioned him to come in, as when he did and stood before the five members. Looking them over as he asked. “Well, what did you decided of our arrangement?”

Folding her hands and waiting for Shire to take a seat, Pearl said, “We’ll accept your offer.” And was going to say more-- but apparently that was all Jerry needed to hear.

“Well good, now when do you need the gold and supplies?” Shire was about to calmly inform him that they have something to bring up-- but Stone Hooves told.

“Hey, we have something to tell you!” Giving a glance as he asked.

“Did the terms have a flaw in them?” She snort and told.

“Damn right they do, like you not mentioning of the aftermath when the Caribous are gone. You’re going to be putting us in massive debt.”

“Mhmmm.” he said as Gnarl laugh in his helmet.

“Consider this a ‘softer’ approach of evil, the one where the heroes have to pay out of their own pocket!” Jerry soon asked.

“Would you rather be in debt to me-- or have the Caribous around?” Stone Hooves snort and told.

“We rather would be in debt, but-,”

“Then I fail to see the problem. If you all agree to the terms, if you all agree that this is a good deal, and you pay back what is owe to me-- I see no problem. Now when do you want the gold and supplies?” Pearl narrow her eyes at him, as she spoke.

“If you know that we would be in debt-- then you should know that we will want to compromise on some things to lessen our debt to you.” Jerry let out a low groan as he told.

“You do realize that technically, we can’t really waste time with going over compromises on the deal if we’re going to be busy soon, do you?”

The collective glares most of the-- if not nearly all mares gave, held a feeling Jerry didn’t understand. At first he thought it was a feeling of foreboding, but he waved that off. He was confident he could keep his stance on the subject easily.

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He was never going to try and keep his stance as firmly as he did. They hadn’t left that room for HOURS after the subject of ‘compromise’ came up. He was tired mentally, had a headache, and felt like they hadn’t gone anywhere in their whole meeting-- if anything, they just confirmed that they would not be using his gold nearly as much as he may have liked.

He was trying to help for pete’s sake! And they were making things overly complicated and hard on his end! Yes they agreed to the deal at the end, after those many hours of arguments that they insisted on calling debates-- but to him it felt like they were just arguing on and on about this or that or this small detail or that small detail. He felt himself dragging his feet just to get past the gate and into the throneroom. No wonder people felt like politics were evil-- the amount of life it seemed to suck out of you was just… just… just so diabolical!

It didn’t help to think he now had to go back to them to file reports after his raids. Just to ‘keep them up to date’ on any and all progress. Which meant only one thing. More hours of talking.

Fuck it. When I’m back, I’m taking a big break. Don’t care if Gnarl doesn’t like it. As he managed to get to the Gate and teleport. He saw Gnarl with a annoyed look as the elder minion spoke. “Those wenches sure love to talk, especially that stallion too. And to think they demand you to make reports for them on each raid! Such harpies they are Master.” taking a low breath as he told.

“Gnarl, I’m taking a week off, don’t care if I’m not going out causing evil-- that whole thing left me drain.” the minion bow his head, as Jerry moved to the armory, as when he was headed back to the Private Quarters, he was sluggish as Jasmine was by his side, giving him a smile as the filly said.

“It's okay Big Bro, everything will be fine.” patting his side as when they reach his bedroom, both shadow and Lovely look to him. Both took noticed of the exhaustion he express in his expression and body.

Lovely quickly move by and nuzzle his side, hugging him as she asked. “Master, what happen?”

Giving a groan of annoyance, Jerry move to the bed, Lovely and Jasmine aiding him to get close to it. Dropping face first to it as he laid there for a few seconds before giving a exhausting breath as he raise his head and told. “Politics. I had to stand around, listening to them argue and debate….for hours.” while Lovely frown, not knowing the word politics, Shadow winced, as she glanced to see Lovely moving behind Jerry.

The earth mare straddling on his back, tending to her Master as she relax his body, unknotting those tense muscles with her dexterous hands as she was massaging his body. Shadow moved by him, and actually came before him. Gently placing his head on her lap, as he began to rant some. “I mean, my God. They just went at it for hours, going over every single detail, every small detail arguing and going on and on and on! It was like I was in the middle of a political debate! And they made stand there for hours!”

Shadow gently brush her hand on his head, fingers weaving through the odd, but rough like hair as Jasmine sat down close by Jerry as the filly just waited. Seeing Lovely working on her Big Bro back, and letting Shadow give him comfort and letting him vent, the filly felt like doing something to help him. As she admittedly left during those hours since she was getting bored of all the talking, as the filly gain a idea. Quickly rushing out, she grab a servant Minion and ordered.

“Get Big Bro ice-cream!”

Blinking, the minion took a moment to think before understanding the order-- and with a rush, he went to get this ‘Ice Cream’ the little girl wanted. But halfway down the hall he was running down, the minion realized… did they even have ice cream? The stark thought made his eyes widen. What would happen if Master found out if he could not comply with the little girls order? He did say that if they didn’t listen to little filly, he would be angry!

With a panicked yell, he ran as fast as he could, looking, searching and soon shouting for his fellows. They needed Icecream! Where to get ice cream? But they needed it! The panic rose, as some rushed into cabinets, others into chests, more looking into cracks and crevices--

As the Minions were struggling and trying to find this ice cream, Gnarl came by and spoke. “Whats all this ruckus!” seeing the servants and other minions all scrambling in utter panic as he shouted. “QUIET!” as they all stopped and look to him and told. “Now, what is going on?”

“Need ice cream! Filly demands ice cream for Master!” told a servant as Gnarl facepalm and said.

“Minions these days.” then told. “We keep this odd dessert in that frozen ice-box the Master stole. Its right in the kitchen-,” that was enough for the Minions to rush as they open the ice-box, seen many ice-cream boxes as a Minion asked.

“Which? Which?”

“All?” asked another Minion as another shook his head.

“One! One!” granted they were trying hard to get which ice-cream as another servant took out ‘rocky road’ as it said.

“This one! This one!” they cheered as the original servant took it and a spoon, rushing off as it ran all the way into the Master bed room. The filly saw the ice cream as she smile and said.

“Thank you! Big Bro will enjoy this!” patting the Minion head as he felt accomplish of the little girl praise, and for obeying his Master. As Jasmine was coming back as she saw Lovely working on the lower back of Jerry, while the man was still ranting. Jasmine giggle, knowing that this would surely help him, sure might not remove his fully bad mood. But will help ease him up some.

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After a week of raiding Caribou supplies, hitting cities, giving supplies and gold, along with mares and fillies to the Resistance, Jerry been getting used to the newfound stress he comes to despise. Meetings and paperwork. Jerry realize that ever since he’s been making reports, it just cause more stress of giving out reports with bits of his raiding. Which cause his mares to ease his burdens more as well as a few sexy moments when Jasmine was occupied by the Minions or drawing on the walls with paint.

However Jerry got a ‘request’, which were more like orders to him, to head near Neighagra Falls, as it was a, surprisingly a research area of some sort. And apparently the Caribous were looking over a few things. The good news was, he had a Main Gate near it. The bad news? Well apparently this research facility? Was underneath the falls itself. Which meant that he had to make some adaptive moves to get through this.

No Browns, no Reds, and no Greens. Just Blues. thought Jerry as he had 10 Blues with him, coming along with him as he grumble. And even if this armor protects me-- I can’t go underwater with it. Ugh, you know sometimes I wish I have a underwater suit, that way I’ll be able to survive deep underwater, while looking like a badass. thought over Jerry, as he saw the deep large caverns ahead, with a large pool of water before him.

Luckily he could easily move past it, and his Blues swim pass it, as once they got back on dry land. He heard Gnarl hum. “I do wonder what we’ll find Master, maybe we’ll find something of interest for us too?” Jerry slightly agree, but did wonder why he didn’t heard Jasmine pitched in as Gnarl helpfully add in. “If you’re wondering where the whelp is gone, she is with your slaves doing some reading and math like you asked her too.”

Huh, that explains that. mused Jerry, as for now, he kept things silence, looking around as to try to find this place, but noticed a rather large and square structure as Jerry notes that it seems that he founded it. Which was odd, as he figured that it seems not guarded much. Maybe the Caribous never expected anyone to just come in here? thought Jerry as it was possible.

But as he saw Spawning pits coming up and filled up his numbers to what he usually prefer of more Browns, small Reds, medium Greens, and what he had with Blues. As he made his way closer, he heard Gnarl spoke. “Careful Master, I see some security up ahead.” glancing to see two Caribous on guard, Jerry figured he would have to remove them. With a mental order of moving his Greens, he moved them behind the two, as he position hs Reds in angle to hit both Caribous.

And lastly send his Browns as distraction, as when the caribous noticed and were about to move, the Greens jumped behind them, hitting their tendons and bringing them down. Neither of them stood a chance against the onslaught of Minions. While the Minions gather any tools for themselves, possible Lifeforce and gold for him, Jerry mused that it was slowly getting easy to use mental commands. Granted he would need to use minimal amount of Minions to not make it a headache and not large groups.

“Hmm, it seems that the security isn’t big here.” mused Gnarl, as Jerry push unlocked the door with a key one of the Caribous had, as he pressed in. There was a hallway as Gnarl asked. “Master, what exactly are you suppose to find here?”

“Don’t know, but I do know that the Resistance wants this place remove...maybe they want me to just gather everything and expect me to just toss what I don’t need to them.” he mildly mused that maybe they want him to steal technology for them to use for Periodic-- who Jerry admits, was actually one of the nicer Heads among the Heads, mostly because while he does sort of add in the debate-- Periodic does give some mercy to Jerry of bringing the topic back in.

As he made another turn, paused at something, looking through a window glass as some...Caribous in lab-coats were looking at something. Something from Overlord 2. “A Spell stone! I don’t believe it! How did something old and something from another realm came from here? Hmm, this is very troubling Master, first the Spell Catalyst and now Spell stones...Hmm, it appears that the Caribous are trying to unlock its secrets. Perhaps you should take it, could be of use to you, Sire.”

Jerry agree with this thought, as he glance through the window of a doorway, and spotted one on the far side. With a turn, the armored male began making his way, and if he was spotted by security, well he would either have to remove them one way or another. But he noticed a few other things in glass windows. Some metals that were far different than what was found. Mostly with colors, numbers-- and seem alien like.

He also noticed there were green-blocky glowing crystals were looked over, as it seem they were being tinker around by the Caribous…and...ponies? That made him view more, as apparently some stallions, with their black collared mares were looking over some of these things. It made him question that...that what if not all Caribous were bad? Not all stallions were like many he spotted?

It was a possibility, as there was a few stallions in the Resistance, some who he didn’t met yet. It made him question that...that if he would encounter them...he would give them a choice. Come with him and be scientist...or well...maybe join the Resistance? Because if, if these lot weren’t like many Caribous...maybe..maybe the blood on his hands were lessen? With a deep breath, he kept pushing, as to find a way to navigate his way through this place.

He noticed a few things like a shield-- a shield that...wasn’t from here being look over. Is that...from the Legend of Zelda? a...Hylian Shield!? it honestly shocked him, as it seem to be highly damaged, as if it had almost been shattered. He was briefly reminded of the Eyes of Fate words….what if...what if there were other's who came before him? It certified more in his mind, when he saw a Morokei mask from Skyrim.

It was roughed up, with a few scratches here or there on its surface, and was still intact. Maybe...maybe others were thrust here, did the best they could...but died. it sent a shiver in his spine, that he could be among those who came here...and it made him harden his will to keep pushing, to find a way to get not only the spell stone, not only gather what the Resistance wants...but perhaps...perhaps be able to spare these lives here?

Nearly passing by another hall, Jerry paused as he heard something-- voices. Turning his head, he moved down the hall he could hear it form-- and it sounded like a mare. “--we’re trying to tell you, we need more time!”

“Did I ask you to speak up, whore?” Shouted a male voice, one Jerry was sure belonged to a Caribou with the near deep bass of it.

“My wife is trying to tell you that unless you want that green crystal you brought us to explode with unknown amounts of force-- that you can’t rush us! We’re having difficulty enough to analyze it without the mere prospect of it detonating with enough force to take out this facility and everyone in it!”

Jerry slightly paused by a door, one that was labeled as a break room and the door being slightly cracked open. Inching up just enough, he peaked on through to a very interesting sight. Well, interesting to him. There were a few caribou's, once more in lab coats and ponies, both of stallions and mares-- all speaking to one caribou by the door itself, flanked by two presumably escort guard.

It was then one of the scientist, a caribou at that, complained with. “You can’t expect us to continue doing our work while rushed.” And used his larger muscular arm to literally pull the black collar mare into what could only be defined as a protective hold. “She looked it over with her magic, if we rush things, we’ll be dead, everything will be lost and Emperor Dainn gets nothing.” Trying to make his point clear.

“And I am telling you, we are running out of patients on results!” Next to shouted the caribou most likely visiting and seeing the progress. “There are plenty of artifacts here, some from a few that caused trouble or discovered around the land. What is taking you so long on some of them? Years even!”

Jerry widen his eyes, as it only confirmed that...that this has been going on for a long time, with the Eyes of Fate bringing others here...he force himself to keep listening as one of the stallions told. “It’s taking us so long-- because these artifacts are making it hard for us to discover anything! The shield and mask alone, are making it hard to even get a understanding of penetrating their magical qualities that aren’t anything we know or have!” the visiting Caribou snorted and demanded.

“And what of that circular thing patrols found? That thing and the orb we brought you are of the same thing.”

“They even have a Spell Catalyst here!? Hmm, that is not good, Sire.” spoke Gnarl as the Caribou in the labcoat took a calm breath and told.

“We are trying, but they are made out of the same thing of those mysterious magical constructs you order us to research. We can barely understand the magic and material, much less research it. And even if we try to penetrate the magic in either-- they might take our magic and life in the process, like those constructs that Overlord use.” Jerry secretly push the door bit open, only to let his Greens sneak in and waited in their inherently invisible nature as they form posts, ready to strike. None of them even knew of the Greens as Jerry listen and waited until the moment was right.

With a sneer and a near scowl, the Caribou told, “If you don’t make any progress within a certain amount of time, we’re pulling you out and replacing you all.” Then gave a slight smirk and told, “I’m sure we could use a new batch of bitches to break in.” To this, all of the scientist tensed, not just the few and in between mares. Even the male caribou and stallions tensed, one or two even gulping.

What the hell does he mean by that...and why do the guys look tense? something of which, he might have to ask about. But this does make him confirm something. The caribou and the guards will die. So with a mental command, the Greens jumped on them, surprise and shock rang out, as Jerry force the door open, letting the Browns get at the three. While the scientist move back to the room, seeing in shock and fear of Jerry frame and his Minions.

As the three were put down, he look to the scientists, all tense and looking at him...and protecting the mares as Jerry closed the door behind him and spoke. “Rest easy, if you are all scientist and not like you're….” giving a glare to the bodies of the Caribous who perish. “Fellow brethren, perhaps this day, I will spare than end.” looking at them he asked. “What did he mean, of new batch? What reason do you males have to fear?” one of the stallions stuttered out.

“T-there's… a spell that makes males into females, changing g-gender and making all of us…” Jerry nod his head, while he was shocked at this...and could imagine how frustrating the Caribous felt that if they try this spell on Jerry, it might of not work as he look to them as one of the Caribous asked tensely.

“What do you mean in sparing? I thought you don’t spare lives, especially Caribous.” trying to understand as Jerry spoke.

“I don’t usually spare Caribous, that is true. But that is mostly because most Caribous are like the one who spoke to you that I despise. The one who waste needless lives and resources for pleasure.” looking at them he told. “You all? You all are not like them, as you have black collar mares, mares with their horns intact. That...that intrigues me. That makes me consider of giving you a out, with all research materials and technology...and perhaps giving you a way to connect with the Resistance.”

“The...the Resistance exist?” mutter out a mare, as Jerry nodded.

“Yes, it is why I am here. The Resistance pointed me to this place, in hopes I will destroy whatever was in here…” seeing them all tense, considering their options as he continue. “But, perhaps I could instead destroy the building-- but keep everything within intact and into another location? One where you all can research and work without the threat of the Caribous and perhaps do good, instead of being forced to taint your hands with the Caribous selfish and narrow ideals.”

“What reason would you even give us the chance? I thought beings like you don’t mind ending lives.” spat out one of the Caribous, as Jerry replied.

“Yes, I have killed Caribous, I have done damning things, and yes this seem like a shock-- but despite being a villain, I am reasonable to listen. I have listen to you all, I am talking to you all, therefore if I was what you fear...you wouldn’t be talking.” looking to them as he said. “I’ll make it clear, I hate wastefulness of lives, of resources-- of potential. I want to get everyone who is willing to split from the Caribous, split from being under the threat of forced gender change and rape constantly, gather all the research materials, devices-- and I will bring those who defector from the ‘Glorious Empire’ to the Resistance if they wish, and to a place where they can work and study without the threat of the Caribous over their heads.”

A few glanced between one another to that in thought, considering this before another mare, one that looked barely just out of her teens at a early 16, spoke up. “Then you need to help some of us.” Gaining his attention as she back up slightly with a stallion. “Not… all of the stallions and Caribou scientists here are good. Some of them… are pretty bad, and keep mare’s in their rooms. Caged.” hen glanced up to the stallion while adding, “My father keeps them off me-- and others keep most of us safe… but we know that they’ll take and rape us if they get the chance.”

Sighing, one of the Caribou nodded, “If we don’t do our jobs, our females suffer the price.” Arm around what Jerry had to blink and almost spit-take over, was a caribou female. This was possibly the first time he’s seen one. “I personally keep mine near my side. I don’t trust the guards enough to not get in my quarters to take her.”

Looking her over, he knew that she was well kept, but there was...a sort of dullness in those eyes, like she was made to just serve and give sex to her male...this infuriate Jerry as he thought. Oh great….another thing to get angry. They do it to their females. Admittedly I should of seen this coming… taking a low breath...he answered. “Then those who are ‘bad’? Deserve to die by my hands. Their mares? Be free and taken with you to be healed.” looking to them as he spoke. “Lead me to those who deserve to die, tell those who are good to stay out of my way...and put this entire place on lockdown.”

“What, why!? That means that we can’t escape from here!” spoke out a mare as she was trying to find the logic in this as Jerry explain.

“It also means those who deserve to die-- can’t escape either.” told Jerry. “I will bring forth my Gates to allow passage for those who are good, and bring everything needed to take into a safe place. And with the lockdown on? It means that by the time I am finish, this place will be picked clean of those who are deemed to de facto from the Caribous, and who will die by my hands...as well as this place being removed by the Resistance request.”

Breathing in, a much older caribou fixed what looked to be a small set of spectacle glasses over his snout. The sight was odd, to say the least. “And the Resistance?” His voice portraying that of a very literate individual. “How will we know, that upon arrival, they would not just take us Caribou and execute us for the crimes of our nation? Notions and beliefs they possess, we ourselves, either do not believe or hold in similar regards.”

“I will admit, they will try to execute you for what your people done to them, and yes they will not bother of hearing you.” said Jerry with a nod. “But...it doesn’t mean that when they find out-- I will not allow them to remove brilliant minds. I will allow you to stay in my domain, so if they demand your deaths...I will simply remind them, that if you die-- I will let them be reminded that right now? They are on thin ice of funding and supplies-- both of which I am providing for them.” looking them over as he continue.

“I may be a tyrant to many, but I despise the waste of valuable minds and knowledge due to assumptions and beliefs that all Caribous are the same.”

The caribou considered Jerry for a moment before saying, “Gentlemen.” Then paused to add, “Ladies.” And soon breathed in, “I believe that we are on the precipice of change. I for one, am leaving with this Overlord.” Then fixed those tiny glasses on his face while glancing around, “Emperor Dainn is… a fairly competent, but also slothful ruler. Or people are constantly self absorbed into their pleasures and we as a people are on a decline.”

“You know as soon as we leave, we’re betrayers to his rule and be sentenced to death.” Pointed out one caribou, a unease in his voice.

“We were already on the edge of death while either trying to unlock secrets from dangerous items-- or the threat of failure and become the opposite sex.” Countered the more older Caribou. “As a caribou of understanding, the way I see it, is that we leave with this male now? And we not only survive, but can invoke new changes.”

“But...who's to say that he’ll keep his word?” questioned a stallion.

“Who’s to say that he shall?” He countered back. “He may betray us-- but there is a chance he won't.” Then pointedly asked, “Would you rather stay and knowingly become a mare-- or be killed dead?” Shaking his head while relaxing his hands by his sides. “Because the later is a certainty, and will happen. We leave with him, and there’s a chance we gain a much more favorable outcome.”

The mare that was a wife to one of the caribous, gave a slight nod. “He’s right. If we go now… we could actually live.” Then spoke with a more brighter tone to her husband, “We could actually raise a family without worry of our daughters!”

Smiling, the male gave a slight nod to that before considering it all and told, “I’ll go. My wife and future daughters deserve it.”

“I second.” Spoke the stallion with a daughter, holding the younger mare within his arm. “A better and brighter future is what we all aim for.”

Nodding to this, and seeing others nod, the older caribou walked up, his height next to comparable to Jerry’s own while speaking, “It seems unanimous, Overlord.” Hand reaching out and saying, “You have our support.” And soon saying, “Dr. Kalvarn. One of the head research individuals pertaining to the magical branch of this facility.”

Moving his left hand to shake, Jerry spoke. “Good to meet that not all Caribous are the same, Doctor Kalvarn.” holding the hand some before letting go as he went on. “Now Dr. Kalvarn, I will need your assistance in access to this facility for the lockdown-- but as well as to now who deserve my axe, and to be pointed the way to safety.”

“What about this Gate thing you said you’ll make?” questioned a mare, as Jerry respond.

“First, I need this place lock down, I need any good sort here to gather everything they can, gather everything you can drag-- even carry need be, and to get all the papers or research you're able to. As well as convincing that I am going to spare those who are like you instead of running away.” exasperation in his tone. “Which will waste more time than anything.”

Giving a scrutinizing look for a moment, Kalvarn soon breathed out and told, “I may have a means to make that much quicker than.” Then told, “I will initiate the lockdown. I have enough authority to make one.” Then gave a look around adding, “I need you all to return to your divisions of research. Weed out the bad and send them to this room. Tell them there is a…” Pausing before smiling, “Gift from our beloved Emperor. I’m sure that will spur them to their deaths.”

A few nodded and began to move, Jerry and his minions partying for them to pass while the elderly caribou spoke on, “Overlord.” Getting Jerry’s full attention. “While I am grateful for this offer, do keep in mind, that the Resistance will not take easy to us.” And placed a hand to himself to inform, “We have had a long cultural history and past, that we of the male gender, had rights and superiority to all females.”

“I will admit, even I share a few… agreements to this aspect. More so form habit and social norms.” He spoke with a uncertain, if not disliked tone. “Even us few ‘good’ ones, have this. You no doubt saw Dr. Shalks female, the one that looks only half aware of herself?” He questioned, “Or Dr. Larson. He may have a pony for his wife, but even he holds the fault that only he must be in charge and hold all the power in the marriage. We still have our faults, ones that we were told from a young age, are acceptable to the highest regard.”

Jerry was silent as this, as he admit. “We all have our faults Dr.Kalvarn...and I will admit, that as much as it annoys me? I will tolerate as much as I can. With hope, they can correct their teachings to the new generation, to make sure if your species can overcome the teachings of your culture and social norms...perhaps the stains upon the Caribous will lessen in time…” but he soon added. “However...even there is a few things I despise and won’t tolerate of your race, Dr.Kalvarn.”

“I’m sure there are and will be.” Told the elder researcher flatly. “And to be frank? It may take many generations to make any from of change, this has been the norm for a very long time. So long, I doubt we have any current history to tell us how long.” Then began moving while telling, “Expect the most tainted to come in this room soon. After that? I may start sending the guards this way before lockdown is initiated.”

Jerry nodded, as he thought of something to warn. “When you do pass through the Gate, expect dizziness and more of my Minions to move the equipment you all are able to take.” then added. “And expect me to take the things that Caribou mention of patrols. They belong to me now.”

Raising a brow to that, Kalvern turned and admitted, “I prefer you didn’t… but I am hardly in a position to bargain.” Then turned away and walked on out.

Jerry waited in the room, as that comment reminded him of the Resistance trying to bargain, but couldn’t as he heard Gnarl laugh. “At least the old one knew he can’t say no to you, Sire! And do not worry, I inform the slaves and whelp of this situation, as well as made sure the Minions were ready.”

Good, one thing off my mind. thought Jerry, as it didn’t take too long for the worst of the Caribous and stallions to enter in this room, as once they all did? Jerry motioned a Green to lock the door behind them all, shock and surprise fill their faces...before dread and fear came after as Jerry spoke in a tone he prefer to use when relieving stress. “Gentlemen...I believe it's time for you to meet my axe, in your bodies.”

Seeing them trying to turn to unlock the door, Jerry zerg-rush the Browns to come straight at them. The Browns jumped onto some, while some of the scientist tried to fight back, punching, kicking, even choking some. But some felt the crispy burning as screams of pain came, the Reds providing some fire to burn them alive. Greens jumping onto backs as they stab through the fabric, as sounds of dying came.

Jerry would of let the Minions handle this, only to see one of the stallions managing killing one of his Browns. Seeing the smug look, Jerry felt like ending this fast. He positioned his Blues together, acting as a sort of medic-post to gather any dead Minions to revived. He raised his axe onto one, slamming down as blood gush out, ignoring the painful scream of agony, and the spray of blood on him, he force the axe off, turning it sideways to chop off a arm. He felt the rush, the adrenaline, the fact that was slowly overpowering them. It made him felt like a God among men, or in this case, a Devil among mortals. He heard more Browns dying, and some reviving as a mental command for the Browns to come and kill more. He heard the pleads of a stallion.

“Please stop! I can give you my whore to fuck! Please let me live!” Jerry felt disgusted, as he slam the axe onto his head, about to pull off, before feeling magic on his body, trying to trap him as another stallion shouted.

“Quick, get rid of the rats! We can overpower them and get rid of-,auugh!” a Brown stab into the knee, forcing the unicorn to lose concentration, as Jerry pull out, splatter of blood onto his axe and armor more as he turned. Raising his axe to keep the slaughtering, feeling the building anger as they tried to bargain, try to hold him back-- and thinking he was going to spare them? No. Jerry knew that killing them was more merciful than what he wanted to do. He wanted to savor their deaths, make them suffer and be in so much pain for what they done to their properties, to what they try to do on the mares around here. To just feel that they will die knowing that their sins has caught up to them.

He almost didn’t notice how long it took, as the blood drench the ground, his armor, and mostly his axe as he huffed, looking at the deaths as Minions gather any Lifeforce for their Overlord. With a raise of his arm, his horde follow behind him, opening and unlocking the door before him, he walked with his horde. Within him, he felt the need to kill more, as the blood on his feet filled the armor boots behind him, before the Minions own feet cover the path of blood in his wake.

Knowing that sooner or later, that Jerry would've removed the ‘bad’ in this place. He couldn’t help but chuckle in the irony. Me, a villain, removing the bad guys in this place, and sparing the good ones. What kind of villain acts like a hero? chuckling a bit as he saw the guards on their way, looking shock of him, as he sent his horde to remove them a good old Browns and Red session as they stab, slash, or burn the guards as Jerry didn’t bothered. As he knew that sooner or later he would of purged this entire place from the scum he killed on a daily basis.

All the while his entire form look like a blood fest covering his armor, as if to add in the intimidation and fear of all who see him, that he will not give anything but death and pain in his way as his glowing white eyes stared right into your very soul.

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