Ask Resistance to find Jasmine sister, check. thought Jerry as he was working on some reports. Get chewed on for allowing Caribous scientist to live and denying the Resistance their deaths. Double check. letting the scroll rest there as he scowl more. Having to wait a unknown amount of time and writing reports of everything in the boxes and trying to hide the game stuff in the facility? Doing right now and pissing me off. it was one thing to write reports of what he gotten in the raid….

But with them nearly demanding him to write down everything within all the boxes the researchers have while they work? Was really, really, really annoying him! So much he wanted to do anything, killing Caribous, raiding something-- even going to Shadow and Lovely and go to town with them! ANYTHING AT ALL WOULD BE--

“Hey Big Bro, wanna go to somewhere fun?” asked Jasmine as she lean by his spot. He froze his near temper tantrum of justified anger as he focused on the filly. He recalled that despite spending time with her all around the castle...he hadn’t really spend time with her around the island-- for her safety and getting Gnarl to make a path around for them to walk around. He also thought that...maybe he should go out, enjoy spending time with Jasmine? Maybe go to a field? I’m sure that Jasmine would enjoy seeing greenery…. thought Jerry as he soon nod his head.

“Sure...I think I have a place.” thinking of a good place in a field of flowers. He soon told. “Why don’t you wait by the throne room? I’ll get us going somewhere you’ll enjoy.” happiness on her face, ears perking up as her eyes sparkle with joy. And for a brief moment, Jerry almost thought he saw a dog being happy for a walk with how her tail wag. As she soon jump and hug around his neck tight.

“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” feeling happy as she let go. Running off as Jerry chuckle, heading off to the throne room. He glanced to the paperwork...and added in thought.

This is petty revenge...but worth it. leaving the report as it was, as he thought of a good place for her to enjoy being free and running around.

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As the Waypoint Gate came up and activated, two figures appeared on it. Jerry with his Steel armor, and Jasmine with a happy expression. As he motioned her to run about as she gave a happy sound, running around and acting like a foal with no worries about. Jerry smile under his helm...before bringing up 10 Browns, 20 Greens, and 10 Blues as he gave mental commands for the Greens to spread out, for the Browns to wait in cover and for the Blues to be with them.

As he let them go out… he soon began running with Jasmine, keeping his blade sheathed as he wanted to enjoy this time with JAsmine. Acting silly, looking stupid-- and not giving a total shit about it while he acts like a kid instead of his age. He could feel the wind blowing against his skin, the smell of nature tingle in his nose. Sure he was gaining a bit of sweat with the armor on him, and a part of him should of taken it off-- but he had to be ready in case any Caribous showed up.

For Jasmine sake.

She turn her head with a wide smile, full of life, full of child like feeling and wonder as she shout with glee. “Bet you can’t catch me! You’re it!” running off as Jerry blink-- but grin under his face mask and helmet as he ran after her, granted the armor was holding him down some. But it provided a good work out, and help add in the game of tag. Not to mention he was glad that Jasmine wasn’t going too far, out of his arms yes-- but not too far to possibly get ambush somehow.

A part of him wonder, wonder how Jasmine managed to attained that child like innocent. To keep that innocent even if she saw mares getting rape, screams ringing in her ears-- as she saw the pain and horror with her eyes...and no one to comfort her...it clench his heart, knowing that her and many other filles have to see things like this, to see such horror, to have it within your memories as they never are gone...and to be raped and have your purity taken…

It made him thankful that he stopped it. That he killed every Caribou that got near her...that he became the Overlord. Because if he was going to be the bad guy to his death? He was going to make sure that even if he done horrific deeds-- that none of it will include harming a child. That...was something he would never allow. Not until his last breath. His mind push those thoughts aside, and focus on the real important thing.

Acting like a complete child, have fun with Jasmine, and just enjoy this small time of peace in a field.

After a good 15 minutes of running around, acting like complete children as they played tag, the two lay down on the grass. Both breathing hard, panting and gathering their breath as Jerry found this...a good outlet, releasing his stress by running around, trying to catch up to Jasmine in tag...and enjoying the grass. Jasmine raise her head up, looking to Jerry with a wide smile and said.

“This is fun Big Bro.” then moved on her butt, picking some flowers and dandelions, moving them around as Jerry was about to ask what she was doing, before the call of nature came as he said.

“Hey Jasmine? I need to go for a bit-- don’t worry, the Minions are around, okay?” she glance, giving a affirming nod with a smile, as she went back to making something while he went away to relieve the need to pee. As he sent a mental commands to the Minions to protect Jasmine if there was trouble.

When Jasmine was alone, she was working on whatever she was doing, focusing on the dandelions as she was wrapping them around, a smile on her face as she recalled her sister teaching her this….a frown on her face, knowing that...that she still haven’t found her sister, or more importantly, Jerry hadn’t found her yet. Ever since he was working with the Resistance, healing mares wounds and limbs, doing what the Resistance wanted...he couldn’t try to find her big sister...it, it hurts her some. Knowing she wasn’t found. But a part of her...a part of her hoped that she would be found.

As much as she enjoy being with her adopted big brother...she still miss her big sister so very much. She wipe away any potential tears coming, as she held a smile. Knowing that even if she miss her sister...she still has Jerry to help comfort her, along with Shadow and Lovely-- even if the latter couldn’t do it well, she at least tries...So she began humming a tune…

But unknown to her, there was a patrol of Caribous of 5 that was passing through. They were grumbling and annoyed that with the loss of whores to take, and the fact the Overlord was jumping on Caribou's when they least expecting of it-- they were antsy of the armored male showing up. However one of them paused, seeing a filly...all alone without a collar and having a dress as he smirked. He motioned his other's to look as the Caribous held perverted looks.

They gave chuckles, all moving with ease and confidence. They were going to enjoy breaking her very much. And maybe it would be easy, cunts as young as her? Easier time to mold her mind into what they wanted. When Jasmine ear flick, she quickly turn seeing them coming at her, a part of her wanted to run, to call out…but for some reason, she couldn’t. Because she was terrified that she couldn’t shout for help. That she couldn’t run in fear.

Her eyes glance around, hoping, praying for something to help get her away from them. And her eyes saw it. Saw Greens moving stealthy behind the five, coming close and were ready to jump as despite the thumping in her chest-- she felt some assurance that she was being watch over. Didn’t mean that she was still scared to even move. She try to take a calm breath, as she look to them, seeing them just about 15 feet away. And with a bout of courage, she turn to run.

The Caribous were already starting to run, only for them to get jump on as Greens were already attacking, gripping their armor and stabbing anything that wasn’t cover with metal. “Gah!? What are these rats!?”

“Someone get the little cunt!” told another, trying to grip the Minions off, as there was a loud warcry of Browns, charging towards the tall males as Jasmine ran past the small Minions. As the commotion alerted Jerry as he noticed sounds of fight. He actually ran when he noticed the drop of a Minion life as he saw Jasmine running, ears flat against her skull, eyes full of terror and fear as he managed to grab her. She scream, struggling as trying to get free, get away from the male that grabbed her--

As Jerry held her and gently pet her mane, speaking calmly in her ear. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, its me. Its Jerry, its Big Bro!” rocking her as he was trying to calm the filly. Jasmine pant as she held still in his arms, mind realizing who held her as tears were staring to pour out of her eyes. She grabbed him, holding him tight around her arms to his neck. Sobbing as he gently pet her mane, holding and rocking her gently as he spoke. “I’m sorry hon, I should of came sooner. I’m sorry that I didn’t came sooner.” She sniffed, shaking like a leaf as she managed to calm some. As Jerry mentally directed the Blues to move close while reviving a Brown or Green.

As they position close to the two, he gently let her go and said. “The Blues will protect you, I’ll be back. Okay?” she nodded numbly, wiping the tears around her eyes. Sitting down some as she saw him turning, taking his blade out as he rush out to meet the Caribous. And while the Blues were around her, one sometimes leaving to get a dead Minion, she managed to calm down some. Feeling bits of that fear and terror…

But another part of her was so happy that she was with her big brother...She felt her heart calming from the pounding beat, her ears hearing the sound of metal against metal, as she almost smile of Jerry voice shouting out. “You dare get near my sister?! You are going to die!” and while she was comforted by the Minions….

She clenched her legs around her arms, sitting down by the Blues, head leaning down as her forehead lean against her knees. Tears slightly pour out of her eyes as her ears were flat against her head. She felt the gentle pats on her shoulder and back, knowing the Blues were doing their best for comforting the filly. She heard the slight shouts and painful screams of death.

But for some reason, she felt...some satisfaction of the Caribous dying, even if she shouldn’t. It still...felt like they deserved Big Bro wrath. It didn’t felt right, it didn’t felt great...but it still felt that they deserved to die. That they deserved to suffer for trying to take her. To try to hurt her. She heard the steps of metal against the ground, and raise her head up. Seeing Jerry making his way to her, blood cover around his right arm, mostly on his blade and splash on his armor.

But she didn’t care of the blood, the scary visual he was giving-- or the fact he just killed someone. She just got on her hooves, and ran straight at him with open arms. “Big Bro!” sobbed the filly, as he drop his blade, kneel down to meet her height as he let her jump up on him. Arms squeezing tight around his neck, feeling her shake like a leaf as he gently held her close, gently rocking her as he carried her in his arms.

Mentally commanding all Minions to come, and to carry his blade. As he turned to head to the Waypoint Gate, he told. “Gnarl, get Shadow to meet me...Jasmine need us.” there wasn’t a reply, either out of respect of silence-- or fear of getting hurt if he talk bad about Jasmine to Jerry with his mood being foul.

Jerry ignored his burning anger, his need to keep killing, his want to give payback of some form. And just focus on Jasmine crying, her need of comfort and want of being close. He came on the Gate as he teleported, seeing Shadow coming as he whisper in Jasmine ear. “Shadow is going to help you get into clean cloths, okay?” Jasmine numbly nodded, slowly and reluctantly letting go as Shadow arms reach out to carry the filly.

As Jasmine move from one adult to the other, she cling onto the thestral body, arms around her neck, legs around her waist as the thestral gently pull her arms around to support the filly. Wings around her in a comforting hold as she spoke small comforting words into the filly ears, turning to head upstairs as Jerry look to Gnarl as he told. “I’m not going to do anything for a good while. And if the Resistance demands to see me for some asine reason as to debate? Tell them I have no time or patience to talking with them and that unless they need me to kill Caribous-- piss off.”

Gnarl gave a bow, as Jerry went to the armory to get his armor off.

And while he went doing that, Shadow was in the bathroom, gently washing off any blood and dirt on the filly, giving nuzzles and head licks to her. Jasmine stopped crying as she just held close to the warmth and comfort of the thestral. Shadow internally worried that the filly wouldn’t be the same for a while, she knew that Jasmine wanted to run in the fields. She doesn’t blame her Master-- and she hope Jasmine didn’t either for him not expecting Caribous to be there, it was all a big coincidence.

And a painful reminder that things weren’t peaceful, despite Jasmine being safe here. She was glad that there wasn’t too much blood or dirt on the crystal pony, as she glance to one of the servants, bringing a fresh dress for the filly to wear. She nodded to it, as the minion went off, as she said softly. “I’ll be helping you get your dress on, okay?” Jasmine look up, the fear ebbed away-- but there was a need of comfort, a need of safety. A desire to just be held and to be assured that she was safe and cared for.

Shadow gave a soft smile, doing her best to give comfort and ignore the pain in her heart to see Jasmine like this, as her motherly instincts took action. Giving gentle nuzzles with her nose, rubbing in the mane or around the head as she gently move Jasmine off. The filly hesitated...but after a while, she slowly let go of the mare. As it allow the red-slave to get the new green dress to put on Jasmine as well as a towel to dry off the water.

Within a few minutes of drying and putting on, she held Jasmine hand to lead her. The filly tighten her grip in the elder mare hand. As she lead Jasmine to their bedroom, she was glad that they remove the scents of sex, the toys, the bondage gear-- and the cloths away so the filly wouldn’t see them. She was also glad that Lovely was a very fast cleaner.

When they enter in the bedroom, she helped Jasmine to the bed, as once she let the filly settle down, Shadow move to hold her around in her arms. Laying close to her as her arms were around her back, the filly head nestle in the thestral bosom as the filly arms were around Shadow back. The thestral glance to see Jerry coming in, as she motioned her stud to lay down behind the filly.

As Jasmine glance to see Jerry, as a small smile was on her face. The man move carefully on the bed, rest down and scooting abit close, moving his hand to gently pet the filly head, combing through her mane with his fingers, as Jerry couldn’t say anything. Seeing Shadow nuzzling the filly, giving soft and gentle comforting words in her ear. All Jerry could do for this...was stay close, comb her mane...and just be here for Jasmine. That was...that was the best he could do in this situation.

Jasmine needed comfort, not entertainment, not some stretch story-- not even sweets. Comfort. Love. Safety. That...that was what she needed the most. And Jerry would provide all he could for his little sister. It was the best he could do being both the Overlord...and her geeky and nerdy adopted Big Brother…

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