Jerry felt the bits of anger, annoyance, disgust-- and annoyed of many things. First used 5k to waste on a friend. Then advisor waste time on punishing those that didn’t need punish. And now? Now I don’t have Shadow as mine to have sex later on! and while admittedly it was shallow, and possibly despicable he was hang up on that and not the fact that he was angry at the Caribous and bits of angry at himself for not seeing it-- he was a 19 in a muscle man body that was suppose to be the Overlord who takes in corruption as if it didn’t bother him!

Even more? He was considering just getting a new red-collar-- but that would make not only Spree, but Shadow wanting the mare out of the collar, which would make him waste more gold, more time-- and make him frustrated even more he was denied sex! Again it may be shallow, but he was a nerd for God sake! His one chance of having mindblowing sex was gone!

And not just that, oh no-- he had the utter pleasure to feel it, taste the carnal lovemaking and the utter feel of power he could flex over a women-- er, mare… female! He felt the raw experience of power over Shadow and dictating any and all his wants on her. He could feel any part of her, he could bang her wet and tight walls, oh how he loved the feel of those wet walls holding his member tight in her. And the experience of actually shooting his load inside of her? That scream of entropy she gave?

As nice and great as it was-- to even taste her fur, flesh and play with those titties and ass of hers-- it was all GONE! All because Spree was able to pluck at his feelings and slap his face with her words and that look in her eyes. The look of a person that had gone through utter hell and, in a bout of stupidity or surge of courage, was willing to step up and do everything she could to protect her friend. To protect a loved one, or perhaps loved ones plural. Loved ones he sorely lacked here or even back home!

And it pisses me off that rubs me wrong! Even more knowing that if I get another mare-- it’ll just happen again, and again, and again! Unless, maybe I get a ‘true-red-collar’. But how the hell am I supposed to know that?! he pause, remember the Caribou who could of trade the red he had for Shadow...but didn’t because he hated breaking his word! If there was one thing he couldn’t stand, was not keeping his promise. And he damned promised Shadow he wouldn’t abandon her! Well not specifically promise her that, but kept his word he won’t toss her away!

He clench his sword tight, as his Minions were around him, ready to move at his will as he took calm breaths. Maybe...maybe I can get a true red? I mean, sure it might be despicable of me...but I’m the Overlord, right? I’m...suppose to be the bad guy…. only problem was...where too? He glance to a stallion walking with a bondaged wrap mare, ignoring her real quick and asking to the stallion.

“Hello.” the deep tone causing the two to look at Jerry, well look up as the Overlord spoke. “I’ve been wondering...where can one find a ‘true-red’ around here?” as the stallion look intimidated, as the bound mare used her legs to hug herself closer to the stallion she’s joined to by the hip. “As I am feeling the need to have...a specific type of property to enjoy thoroughly.”

The stallion did his best to not gulp, and held his mare tight as he gently rocked his hips to keep at fucking her-- though not as rigorously as before out of caution to this… person, thing… “Well… uh…” Thinking and digging around in his mind before supplying, “If you… want a specific type of mare, I heard about these Blank-‘o’-trons.”

Seeing the questioning look, he told, “A-a cousin of mine, workers at Dodge Junction, a few days by train from here. He says they have a Blank-’o’-tron there that makes mares to your specific preference-- since buying a mare at a adoption sometimes don’t suite your wants.” Then gave a nervous laugh, “Like this girl here, I like her the way she is, but some of us want something just perfect.”

This...this I can do. he soon asked. “And which direction is Dodge Junction?” the stallion pointing to where it was, as Jerry glance back...and said. “Thank you. Have a wonderful day.” turning as the steel armored Overlord made his way off. Feeling a bit calmer now as he plan of heading to Dodge Junction and create a mare for himself...just in case Shadow leaves. And while that would nagged him...Jerry let a low breath out, knowing it can’t be helped.

But yet as he move on, a thought occurred to him. I need a map. as so far, he’s been wandering around...that needs to stop. As he slightly wish for Shadow to be here for telling him where the maps were. He glance to see a Caribou walking by, as he spoke. “Hello. I’m looking for a place for maps. Know where I can find one?”the Caribou pause, and look over to the side and told.

“Over there…” then glance to the Minions as he snort. “So what are they suppose to be? Rats?” while the Minions hiss or move in their place, Jerry told.

“My horde.” the Caribou raise a brow, as Jerry said simply. “They are my guards.” the Caribou snort and told.

“Them? They don’t look like much.” While Jerry felt like mocking the guy-- Jerry couldn’t argue to someone like this Caribou, the Minions were pathetic, as surprisingly he heard Gnarl speaking.

“The fool doesn’t realize the extend of us Minions to you, Master.”

Huh. So he's talking again. having a bit calmer mind and a goal set, Jerry figure the old Minion could be of use to chatter now and then as he said. “Looks can be deceiving.” As when he was away from any hearing, he asked lowly. “So, enjoy follicles in flowers?” there was a hateful grumble as Jerry lowly chuckle. Managing to get some enjoyment from Gnarl punishment.

He didn’t bother paying much attention around him. Mostly being of Caribou's or stallions enjoying or raping mares as Jerry felt a low burning in him. guess I’m a little bit cheesed off with finding out the full truth that the Caribous screw things here. thought Jerry, as he internally sighed. He idly wonder, if he should ignored Shadow plead to get Spree. To pass on the mare, and continue on his way-- to this store full of maps.

As Jerry crouch a bit to enter in, there was a elder stallion looking surprise, as he was about to tell Jerry to leave as the man told. “Give me a map of the entire nation and I will be on my way.” ignoring everything as Jerry contemplated as to make Waypoint Gates across the time to Dodge Junction, just to save time to sleep. Maybe take a small break from harvesting life force now and then? The stallion shakily pass him the map, as Jerry pass a gold piece as the stallion started.

“This is-,”

“Check it, you’ll find it satisfactory.” interrupted Jerry, as he walked out, while the stallion look in near shock of the purity of it. Jerry look over the map...and frown. Mostly because of one fact. All these names of cities...are puns. Literal. Puns. it made him question on why it was full of horse name puns...as Gnarl made a sound.

“Ugh, such terrible jokes, Sire. why can’t they be proper names like places should be?” then hum and said. “It seems it will take days for you to get to this Dodge Junction, Sire. will you take the train?”

“I rather walk there, than to waste money.” told Jerry, as he rolled up the map and began walking to where Dodge Junction was at, knowing it might take him a while to get there-- or to make Waypoint Gates for each day.

---

Two days of peace. That was what Spree could only define it as. Ever since the male, or rather the ‘Overlord’ had left out of his castle, he had not bothered to return. And she was fine with that, great even. It gave her time to rest, to recuperate-- slightly panic over her reckless shouting and actions… but calm down.

After that whole event in the throne room, she had set her goal upon helping Shadow best she could. First comforting the mare and holding her close, before getting them both to the bath to clean up and get some much deserved rest-- or much deserved for her. She wasn’t sure how much Shadow slept.

But now, inside a private room to themselves, she sat on a bed with the thestral before her. Both had closed the doors-- or rather drapes for doors, for what privacy they could have. Both had discarded their clothes, sitting in the room bare.

Spree didn’t want to be naked, but seeing as they had little clothing options, and they had a form of privacy here-- they didn’t think too much on it. It was just them mare’s, and in honesty, it made it more easy for both to tend to the other. While they didn’t have any brushes to help care for their coats, they did tend to the other’s tails or manes.

At this moment, Spree was braiding Shadow’s mane, slightly trying to get what little knots she found along the way. She sighed and smiled a bit, relaxed at the activity that they could still share. She gave a concerned look though, seeing a hoof fidget as she asked, “Shadow… are you alright?” Knowing it might have something to do with ‘Master’ again. Something she was taking her time to remedy.

Taking a deep breath, she told. “No. No I’m not.” looking at her as she said. “You should taken his offer the first time, Spree.” then look down and said. “I know it hurts...but it would of been better than feeling confused, scared-- or even...lacking.” trying to not shiver that she wasn’t a red anymore...it...it made her feel wrong somehow. Like she wasn’t suppose to be free...be away from her Master for so long.

Looping the braid and getting near the end, Spree said, “I know it feels… strange, but believe me Shadow, you shouldn’t feel wrong about it.” Gently tugging on the mane to make sure it was slightly taunt so she could finish. Nodding to herself, she got a bit of twine and used it as a improvised way to tie the braid in place with a bow.

Spree smiled at her finished work, seeing how well it fitted for her friend’s looks. Still, she moved the slightly darker blue closed mane of her friend to the side, moving to hug the thestral form behind, the intimate like contact of their skin pressing not bothering either. “And there’s no way I could have taken the deal. I couldn’t leave you, Shadow. You’re too important to me as a friend. I…” She sighed and hugged the mare more tightly, “I couldn’t abandon you.”

She flinched at that, closing her legs together as she look down, feeling confused as in a way...if her friend made the deal...Spree felt like she abandon Shadow. With a shaky breath, she calm herself as despite Spree couldn’t take the deal...she still matter, she still matter of something to spree. But...what about Master? thought Shadow, as he matter to her in a way...he was the one who took her in, protected her from that Caribou, gave her cloths to wear for modesty. Yes she was a slave...but she was cared and was important to him.

And she recalled it’s been.. awhile since she last saw him. She didn’t knew where he was, and from what she could tell, no one else. Spree probably didn’t care...maybe one of the Minions knew? But the only one who did...was Gnarl. Which made a bitter taste in her mouth, as that old minion used her and Spree to be punished for no reason. She felt the slight nuzzling of her friends muzzle, as she was reminded that even if Master cared for her...her friend still does too. Still cares for her, and doesn’t require her to be a red. She stood up for her, even up to her Master, for her protection. Even if Master was simply trying to protect her-- Spree wanted to protect her.

It was such a confusing and twisting feeling. Master took her in after her old one tossed her out. He took care of her, no matter how short it was, saved her from that plant that wanted to fill her full of it’s seeds. It raped her and he saved her, then washed her and protected her and kept his word…

And Spree? Even after she thought she had betrayed her-- Spree seemed to understand, to accept and come near her. Hug her, comfort her, speak gently and held her close. Yes, Shadow was the older mare… but Spree had a strong heart she sometimes didn’t knew she had. And it seemed to only show when somepony close to her needed it. Like now.

Shadow felt herself being turned around gently, head tilting up to see Spree’s maroon eyes filled with concern. “Shadow… I want to help you. I really do.” Her tone becoming gentle and caring. “I know this feels off but… what we’re doing, this moment right here…” She smiled, almost somberly so. “Do you remember? We used to do this all the time. Go home to my parent’s or you parents house… sit in our rooms and paint our nails, braid up our manes and tails.” She giggled, “Sing those ridiculous pop songs aloud while trying to do stupid homework…”

The thestral recalled that, a smile on her face as she thought back, back when they were just teens, talk about stupid thing, or doing that stupid homework as she said. “Yeah…” feeling the familiarity right now. Recalling the past with closed eyes, and opening them as despite the situation...they were just girls talking to each other, braiding their hairs and enjoying their friendship. “I remember when your folks wanted you to find a colt.” giggling some in the memory.

Smiling some, Spree went on, “And mom always telling me that I couldn't get one because I was being too much like Dad.” She curled up some, legs pulling near her body while going on. “We could talk about colts so easy back then… they weren't so bad…” Thinking some before admitting, “I see them, you know…” Looking up to Shadow with a sad smile.

“I see some of the stallions we used to know as colts… I think only two of them are really the same… they… they have slaves now… but, they’re nice to them pass inside the shop. I… I honestly feel tangled about that. They’re actually happy. Scared, but happy that the stallions they have are still the same mostly…”

Shadow nodded, eyes narrowing as she said in bitterness. “Well...except for Rule.” a stallion she knew...and was her former master. As she look to Spree, who ears pricked and looking more alert as a slight look of familiarity and a slow dread making way to her face as Shadow told. “The unicorn...he was my old master. He was the one who...push me into a red.” then look down. “And abandon me when I wasn’t good enough.”

A look of anger flashed over Spree’s face, turning into a scowl before saying, “That jerk…. I knew he always bothered you but…” Breathing out as she turned a concerned gaze over her friend. She looked the body over, seeing the shapely breasts that were round and firm, luscious legs of a nicely growing mare and a nice black coat that was almost exotic for it’s rarity in some ponies. Even her flanks were rather nice, having a bit of fat to add to their roundness.

In short, she knew that Shadow was pretty-- and so was she with her athletic lifestyle that help mold her body to be just as lean as her thestral friends own body. But right now she was more focused on something else-- “He… please tell me he didn’t hurt you too bad.” Though from head to wing to legs and hoof-- Shadow looked fine. Not even a hint of a possible scar.

Shadow let out a low sound, as she look to her and told. “I was his toy.” ears pin back as she look angry. “He took me dry nearly all the time. And when I wasn’t good-- he punish me by putting me on the posts, for days, Spree! Sometimes even when I try and he still did it!” enrage in her expression as she said. “And, and...even when I became a red-- it still wasn’t enough!” shaking some in anger. “He just suddenly decided to...to…” feeling Spree body moving close, its softness brushing close and firm as arms wrapping around to hold Shadow as she took a low breath.

“I’m sorry Shadow…” She heard, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you…” Spree’s tone sounding almost subdued. “At the time… at the time I just wanted to run. Run and make sure at least the fillies got away… I’m sorry I didn’t come looking for you sooner.” Guilt in her tone, “I… I should have done more…”

Taking a deep breath, calming herself down and her body shaking less. Both from attempting calmness and her friend support as she told bitterly. “I doubt you could do much...because once he toss me out, left me...I was taken by a Seeker Vine for...a while.”

That only made Spree hug all the more tightly. “I’m… sorry.” She had nothing really more to say-- what could she say? She was trapped in a building forced to make poses and have none-stop orgasums that made her feal more violated than good.

She sighed and pulled Shadow to lean more on her for a moment before speaking. “I sometimes wonder what I could have done differently that day you know.” Pausing for a moment. “I know it’s pointless, but… I feel like I could have done something more.”

They relaxed a moment before the yellow mare went on, “Do you… ever feel like doing what you used to do?” Then smiled, “Like run around without a care… or, for you fly around. You used to be a great flyer. Sure, you weren't Rainbow Dash-- but you were better anyways without the ego. You could fly beautifully too.”

She smile...then look to her wings, flexing them as she recalled the pain of losing them...as she said. “Did you know...that when...when Rule did leash me? He took away my ability to fly.” Alarm sprang on Spree’s face, while Shadow continue on. “Punctured holes in my wings. Put metal around the holes...I couldn’t fly away, even if I attempted to escape...I couldn’t do anything while I was on the ground, well except running…” then gave a small smile, as she said as she wipe her tears.

“But...but when Master freed me from the Seeker Vines and took me here...he gave me back my wings. My ability to fly again. I didn’t knew why then but...but...a part of me...a part of me wanted to believe that there was something more to his kindness than being ‘generous’. Like...he just said that to hide something in himself.” then added. “Nothing malicious, just…” thinking of the best word to describe it.

Eyes dragging down, Spree looked at the bare place around the thestrals neck in slight contemplation. Was it possible this tyrant had a heart? That he did… somewhat care? It was a hard thing to accept for her, and one that Spree didn't know if she could confirm. Not in the least.

Sighing, the earth mare looked up and told, “He’s not your master, you know.” Seeing Shadow slightly flinch to the firmness in her voice. “I’m not yelling at you, Shadow… I’m trying to remind you… he doesn't own you anymore…” She thought about how to help her friend best… how to make her feel like she actually mattered.

“I know you feel empty, and without purpose… like you need a leash to guide you…” Then looked up and told, “You don’t. I know you don’t. You can make choices, you can choose what to do. I know you can do it.” And smiled, “I believe in you that you can.” Then asked more softly, “Can you believe in me, that I’m telling you the truth?”

She hesitated, thinking some...as she look to her friend with a nod. “Yeah...I do…” then was quiet...and admitted. “But even though I know you’re telling the truth...a part of me...the, instinctual side...wants to know more of him. To...find out what I really want.”

“I want to know more about him too.” It made Shadow jerk her head at Spree, who went on. “He’s… he is reasonable. He was willing to give slack to let you go-- to let me help you.” Then scratched the side of her head. “Maybe you’re right… maybe there’s something there… but, well… we won’t know until we ask.”

Then gave a careful look to her friend and told, “And I’ll help you. Find out what you want, I mean.” Then looked down and went on, “But I need you to work with me, try and break those habits of being just some red. Seeing you be tied down and feeling like you’re nothing special-- Shadow you are special. Your parents said so, our teachers said so-- I still think you're special, your mark proves it. You are a pony unlike any other.” Then said with a sad smile. “Princess Twilight kept teaching us that, didn’t she?”

She held the same look as she said. “Yeah...she did…” then took a breath and soon look at her friend with a better smile and said. “Thanks Spree. It was...hard to think of that...especially when it was Rule who did most damaging. He..was always good with his words.”

Hugging close that their breasts tightly mingled, Shadow felt a hand gently persuade her to lean on Spree’s shoulder as the mare told with a relieved tone. “We’re friends, Shadow… I couldn’t just leave you behind. I always have eachothers backs…. We made a Pinkie Promise, remember?” Her voice just barely cracking, sounding ready to cry.

Sniffing some, she hugged her back, holding her close as she chanted. “Cross our hearts, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in our eye’s.” holding her friend close as she let Spree lean on her own shoulder, to give the other comfort.

And for the first time in years, did the two felt a warmth grow. A warmth of hope and love. They were hurt, and their hearts cracked over the pains… but for once in a long time-- they had a chance at healing and having hope things would be better.

And they both refused to let go of that promise they made to keep that feeling close to their hearts.

---

He… was lost. That was what Jerry had figured out after days of wandering. He had somehow gotten himself, completely and utterly LOST in this long… winding area that was dry, full of rocks and next to hard dirt that cracked from lack of water.

Speaking of water-- there wasn’t any around! The sky had no hints of clouds and he was almost certain that the few rare cactuses around were looking even parched of thirst! How in the freakin world, had he gotten himself lost with a map! It wasn’t like he didn’t have a compass or--

“I...don’t have a compass!” shouted Jerry as he facepalm over the helmet. “I forgot to get a compass of all things!” then grumble as he told. “Well you know what? Screw it. Gnarl, get me a Waypoint Gate, NOW!” He heard the Minion spoke in the helmet.

“Sire, don’t you think you should keep going? After all, there's bound to be something around here?”

“Oh like what?!” told Jerry as he walked on and ranting at Gnarl (or the sky if anyone saw him) “There's nothing out here! Only dry rocks, empty skies and a lots of nothing. I’ve been trekking it for days, taking breaks now and then in the Castle, next to aimlessly wander-- with a map I can only understand so well without a compass-- oh and it’s freaking, hot. It’s hot in my armor, I’m sweating, and I’m tired and--”

Tripping on a railroad track as he face met the ground as he didn’t look where he was going as Gnarl oh so helpfully supplied shortly after. “And apparently something on the ground, Sire.”

“Oh shut up Gnarl.” told Jerry, getting up as he look at the tracks...and look to his left, seeing more tracks...then to his right, as there was something in the distance as he grumble. “If that's not Dodge Junction-- I’m heading back to the Castle.” already walking towards the thing in the distance.

The overall annoyance the man radiated possibly was as strong as his masculine scent that radiated off of him. The sweat under the armor did not make the most pleasant of smells, and it showed after almost hours of it gathering and spoiling. Really, Jerry wanted a bath once he got back to the Castle. Maybe some sleep and a moment away from the mare’s. He was starting to regret not getting them more modest clothing.

Every day was almost painful to see them talking to one another and laughing. And Giggling. And happy. Hell, before it was a power trip to see Shadow meekly bowing her head to him and Spree trembling at his presents. But seeing the mare’s happily laughing and giggling in those sexy outfits that showed their bodies just right? They looked even MORE hot than before and their smiles were cute to boot.

It was not doing his hormones any favors or his ‘little friend’ any sort of time off as the mere sight of the two-- even more when hugging closely to the other, made him slightly warm and wanting at the end of it all. It also didn’t help that they had gone to the lengths to braid the other’s manes or tails, giving him a nice view of their necks, backs and even butts-- oh their asses that swayed with their tails and hips. It was like torture!

And its even more torture that I can’t tap Shadow ass. begrudgingly thought Jerry, as he took a low breath and consider on getting those two some modest clothings-- or threads to make the Minions craft said clothings for them.Preferably long dresses to help hide their slender tone legs and help hide their cleavage and firm breasts. Or even to help hide their slim waists and stomach so smooth and alluring--

For some reason, I’m in hell with having sexual tension and unable to tap Shadow ass. It almost made him reminded that this is what he felt nearly all the time back home. Denied of having sex. Only worsen, as this time? He KNOWS what it's like to rut and fill a mare inside….or to feel up the feminine body whenever he pleased, and the thrill of power he gets from making a female cry out in ecstasy and pleasure.

Keep it cool. Just...just try to get there soon. although he couldn’t help but muttered out. “If this isn’t Dodge Junction, I think I might decided to fuck the rules and take a mare just to ease myself.” unaware of Gnarl delightful face and fingers tapping the other of a plotter.

The mutterings only confirmed to the minion, that the key to his Overlord's power was his anger. To puppeteer or manipulate his lord to these area’s was going to be important to molding him into a true instrument of Evil. But, Gnarl understood there was a great risk here, however.

Even as the elder minion watched through magical means as Jerry drew closer to the town, he knew that if he wasn’t careful, then his neck would be on the line. Not because of his scheming-- oh no. He was much too clever for his Overlord to realize his cunning plans. No, what he was worried about was the dangerous factor of wrath. It’s chaotic nature of lashing out at nearly anything and everything when in a particularly bad mood.

It was possible for Gnarl to get killed, merely because his Lord was in a bad mood and him coming in at the wrong time. So, it was with that thought the adviser decided from there on, when he could, to have either a few minions proceed him to take the brute of the Overlords anger incase it ever exploded… or make sure Quaver was his meatshield.

As he took this in thought, Jerry saw that it seemed a small town of sorts, and from what he gathered, a sort of trade place? Hard to say admitally. The Steel armored male was ready to just explode, as he look to a stallion and asked. “Hey, is this Dodge Junction?” the stallion look surprise, as he felt a bit intimidated. Seeing a strange and taller male...in armor didn’t assure him that Jerry was a ‘okay’ fellow.

He gulped as he clear his throat and said. “Y-Yes sir. This is Dodge Junction.” Jerry look at him as he took in a deep breath….Oh thank you God, for being merciful for me. and said in a relief tone.

“Thank you.” then quickly asked. “I heard there was a machine, a Blank-o-tron machine? To create specific mares?” the stallion blink, gaining a good idea why Jerry was here for as he chuckled and motioned to the direction far to the left.

“Just go down that way, there's a shop for sluts merchandise. There's one of them machines here.” Jerry glance to the direction and soon replied.

“Thanks. Now if you pardon me.” moving to that direction as his 40 Minions followed after their Master. Jerry glance around, as while things weren’t as full like in Ponyville, mostly to the fact that not enough posts for mares to be on were around. In fact there were less mares hanging or tied to things than in Ponyville. Maybe because of the weather and temperature? Make it hard to take a mare? trying to go with what logic he could as he made a turn to a alleyway.

Noticing a building that said ‘Pet supplies’ as there were glass doors, through those doors was dildos of all sizes and shapes on a wall stand, with...dog food, or something like that under it...and kinky toys hanging on the walls as Jerry thought. The dildos I can get...but the dog food thing? motioning his Minions to stay in one place, as he walked in, glancing to see a earth stallion as he lean over the counter, that was, before he saw Jerry.

Standing on attention as he tried to not look worry of a unknown and odd armored being with a blade in hand as he stuttered. “W-What can I do you for?” Jerry look to him, knowing he was within his 30s or so as Jerry replied to the earth stallion.

“I’m here to create..a specific mare of mine. Using a Blank-o-tron.” that made the stallion grin, realizing why the armored male was here for. To get a new hole for himself. He move around the counter, leading him through a door as Jerry had to crouch some. When they got on the other side of the room, Jerry noticed something. There was a circle with clamps to hold the wrists and hands, as well for the hooves of the mare. A laser machine on the ceiling as if it was used to what the machine was.

While there was a large device, with a keyboard, a few screens, knobs, switches, and even a color pattern. The stallion move to a few rectangles with ‘Blankies’ on the side, seeming to all stand on their bottoms as they were tall in height. The stallion look to Jerry as if to confirm something as he asked. “What sort of cunt you want? Unicorn, Pegasus, earth,” then grin wide. “Or crystal?”

While Jerry didn’t felt like getting a ‘crystal’ as he didn’t had any idea what the stallion meant. And as he knew of, unicorns or pegasus didn’t felt like a good idea for him. But earth? He recalled earth mares taking the sex good. And felt a little petty payback for Spree for making him feel what he felt for the last few days. “Earth.” the stallion nod as he move to a rectangle, taking a earth mare out.

He noticed that she had no fur, smooth and pink skin...almost reminded him of a human woman in a sense. Her eyes had no colors or anything in them, they were empty. Her breast size seem of a C, but wasn’t sure from how she was moved to the circular wheel. He noticed she had no tail, in terms of color or hairs, just was the base end with a few inches showing.

“So that's what they look like, heh, I can see why they’re called Blankies, Master.” As the stallion made sure that the empty mare, then nodded as he moved off the side and move the functions of the device.

“This helps you grow or shrink the body parts, mostly the chest or ass. Even add things the Blank didn’t had. Add in how you want your new property look like to appeal to you and only you.” then motioned to a small knob as he said. “That's for handling penetration in her, whether you want her loose as a slut-- or a virgin to take in the first time.” then to the color triangle with three labels for coat, mane, and eyes. “These are for coloring the mare into what you want.”

Then move to a drawing tablet as he went on. “This is the Cutimarkator. It basically creates a cutie mark for them-- or not make one to make her understand her place.” shrugging some as he motioned to a intelligence meter knob from the bottom area to be full on purple with ‘purple dog’ at the bottom. While the top was ‘mare to break’ at the top. “This si to determine how you want her to think, whether to be as dumb as a purple and use for pleasure-- or one of them mares to break for your delight.”

“This is the sex drive knob,” motioning to a knob with 0 as its lowest and 11 at its highest. “This will indicate how much sex they want, careful, if you put it at 11, they’ll be a nymphomaniac. Hard to controls those lot.” As he motions to another knob, as at the top was ‘rape’ of black, then down to the middle there was redness down to a certain extent in the willing area, but under that was a bit of pink for some odd reason at the bottom. “This will indicate if you have to make them want it-- or they’ll gladly take whatever you want.”

He motioned his hand to the determination of freewill of 0-100 as he explain. “0 is that they have nothing else but you to be with. And stay with you 24/7, they’re depended on you, 100 is full of it like a black-collar.” Then motioned to the flip switches on the side of the knob. “There's a walk, a obey, a cum addict, horn stub, fertile, with dependency of how fertile, able to make her blind or able to milk. And that height graph?” motioning to the height of the mare. “Shows how high you want them to be.” then to the typewriter of keys with a screen and said.

“And this is to make sure you fill in what you want in her, what are her purposes are, what you make her as and such.” then to the button and said. “And when you’re done? Hit this and you’ll have your creation.” Jerry nodded, as once the stallion left, Gnarl spoke.

“For a bunch of invasive and sex-driven species, these Caribous sure know how to craft such odd devices.”

You got that right, thought Jerry, as he began to work on the body first. For a odd reason, this felt like a character creation in those MMO he did once in awhile. Although this was far from the video games he played. He look at the breast size, and yes while he enjoyed Shadow lovely and perky C’s...There was something on the fact he could make his creation have any size he wanted. He admit...he felt like a pervert with what's before him. Hell, he is a pervert.

So, he made the breast size big. Going far from the D’s...to the E, then went down to the I, to the I+ chest size. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, making her into...well, whatever he wanted. But the question was, what did he want? Gnarl provided some ‘helpful’ tips. “Make your new slave as lovely, gracious-- and sexy for you to take, Sire! After all, if the bat is gone, you’ll need a slave to tend to your every need.”

Despite Gnarl being annoying at times...he’s slightly right. slightly unaware of Gnarl slight manipulation as he add more of the mare. A slim form, supermodel body, a big ass to slap ifhe liked. He look to the penetration...and made it all tight as for a virgin. He look over the color triangle, making the coat tan, the mane color light brown-- and blue eyes for finishing touch.

Now he debated what to make for the cuite mark, or the markings on a mare sides...until he draw a crude Overlord Helmet with a halo around its top. He moved over to the intelligence knob, and while he rather not make her smart to trick him-- he didn’t want to find out what the ‘purple’ means. So he settle for a good 50, well 49, but no one can’t say its the same, right? Now as for the sex drive… he put a healthy dose of 6. As 5 was the average for the knob.

The willing was a no brainer, putting it down to the red, going to a few centimeters near the pink as he wasn’t sure what the pink meant, but be cautious and stick to the red. As for freewill...he made it a good 30, as while its not 0, its not in the ‘black’. Just in the red. He look to the flip switches, as he rejected the ones that would be useless, like blind, horn stuble, and made the fertile ‘average’. He would put a non-fertile as the mare was used for sex.

But a thought came to him, considering they were different species… nothing might happen at all. What are the chances it will even work? Causing him to shrug and leaving the flip at average without second thought. He did however made her ‘walk’ and obey. Cum addict...was tricky. He didn’t knew how that would work, and felt he should turn that off, just in case really.

As for the height? He decided to make her a good 5’7”. Now all that was needed was a ‘personality’. He went to the keyboard, thinking some as he typed. Hmm, maybe a loyal mare, loyal to me, obedient, do anything I please without hesitation. Maybe want to snuggle with me, cuddle and stay close in bed, know if I’m down or sad, she’ll cheer me up, mostly in the way she knows how. Doesn’t mind if her body will be eye candy for me...and likes to serve me, like a maid. Oh maybe add in she has maid talents and know how to cater to my whims. as he finished up and press the button.

The machine laser started its work, as while it was working, Jerry thought on. Hmm...maybe take this time to shop? Find the threads, or clothings? Yeah that sound right. then heard a ‘ding’ as the operation was done. The mare closed her eyes, as the clamps were released. Jerry saw the supermodel sexy mare opening her eyes and smile. Moving to him as she spoke. “Master~.” cooing out as she nuzzle his neck. He felt so much arousal and mixture of his ego boosting and just was amazed at this!

But another part...another part nagged him. As if telling him this was wrong, that this..shouldn’t be used. For now, he shook that off, he look to her as he said. “You’re name is…” thinking some and told. “Lovely Loyal.” she brighten up as she hugged him, luscious breasts pressing against the steel armor as she nuzzle his neck.

“Thank you for naming me, Master.” Jerry pat her head, to which she coo of the affection as he moved toward the door, crouching a bit to not his head head at the door frame. The stallion glance-- and did a double take of the earth mare that followed the weird looking male.

With a wolf whistle, the stallion told, “Well hot damn, you got some good tastes.” He didn't care if the customer was scary-- the mare was very hot and had a really nice rack. The fur coat and mane fit nicely together enough and the blue eyes that sparkled popped out just right. He really couldn’t help but eye her.

It took some effort to look away from the beauty or to force down the slight bonner he as getting, to ask, “Anything else, or should I just charge you for the created you got yourself there?” Waiting to get down to business before he got himself some booty for his own needs.

“Yeah, anything to have for her to wear? Something of a maid outfit?” the stallion thought, as while they weren’t a clothing store-- they had a little something. As he motioned to the fetish clothing area.

“Right over there.” as Jerry nodded, and as he added.

“Oh, and can you make sure her collar is red? Didn’t knew if the machine made it automatic or its gotta be showable.”

Waving a hand, the stallion pointed, “Left side of the shop, sir, whole rack to pick from. Just past those fetish cloths you’re lookin’ for.”

He nodded, moving on to the clothings, as Lovely followed with, waiting in obedience as Jerry look over. Not a maid, not a maid, not a maid. looking over each one as he found a...rather risque set of clothings. As he they were a maid outfit and told to Lovely. “Put those on. In the changing room.” she smile and said with a cheer.

“Of course Master.” taking the maid outfit, as Jerry went to the collar selection, finding a red collar easy, as Gnarl gave a low laughter.
“Look at you, already commanding a slave. We should of gotten you one of these a long time ago, Sire.” he hum, as he went back to searching cloths, as there wasn’t much wide selection for fetishes, but yet he glance back to see the door opening. As Lovely walked out in the maid outfit and twirl around in it as she asked.

“Is this good Master?” making sure she had it on correctly, as Jerry hum...and soon put the collar on her neck, which she accepted gracious as he connected it and then said.

“Now it is.” then move to the counter as he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as he asked to the stallion. “She's a lovely pet, isn’t she?” the stallion gave a perverse grin, as he soon gave the payment.

“That’ll be 500 bits.” and in return...Jerry handed five gold coins.

The stallion’s grin dropped to a questioning one while looking at the coins in his hand, weighing and feeling the unfamiliar coins over. “Uh, sir… this ain't enough to--” Looking up and… seeing the male gone, as well as the mare. He stared for a while before shouting, “Consider that varment!” Getting up and moving to try and chase down the guy who all but vanished.

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It was almost too bad the stallion would never find him. Jerry was fast in hauling ass-- namely his new mare that was over his shoulder and allowing him to openly pat or slap her nice rear --and get through a newly made gate a good deal out of town. It gave him a nice good free-bee escape back home and leaving him in the clear.

As Jerry went through the Main Gate, he and his new mare teleported into the throne room. Lovely felt a little dizzy, seeing everything in circles as she stay on her Master shoulder. Jerry himself, merely move his blade to the side and said to a Minion. “Take this to the armory.” a brown move to grab it, as he feel up Lovely rear, hearing her coo out as once she got her bearings, she look back and asked.

“Master, do you wish to play with your new maid~?” For a brief second, Jerry felt like one of his dreams, granted a perverted one, was coming true. Worth it. thought Jerry, as he place her down and told.

“Wait just here. I’ll be back.” moving to the armory to take off his armor, as Gnarl examined the new ‘maid’ for the Lord.

In a sense, Gnarl had to give it to his master. The man knew what to just aim for in a women-- or mare in this case. And the elderly minion had to mentally nod at the results. She stood in place with a smile. Hands folded over her front and patiently waiting in place. Her eyes were focused, unwavering from where Jerry had left.

The maid uniform was also a good touch. She could be possibly useful to make sure the Master was tended to or properly than with most minions. As useful as they were? They were still… subpar to normal slaves and maidservants. And in this case, also less pleasing to look at. He was sure getting her to bring the Master food, water or service him at any given time would be good.

Who knew despite being a idiot, he knows his taste for females. and as a bonus, now he didn’t had to fully worry for his life when his Master is in a bad mood. He can shove this mare before him and let her deal with his anger. Although it could either be for a moment of her being used by him-- or her dying and Gnarl still lives to advise him. A win-win for the old minion.

He heard Jerry coming up in his robes, as Jerry told to Gnarl. “I’m taking a small break. I need to also go shopping, so remind me after my break to head back and shop for threads, modest clothings, and panties and bras.” Gnarl gave a look and asked.

“Why would you seek such things, my Lord?” glancing to him as Jerry told flatly.

“So Spree and Shadow doesn’t unintentionally make me have sexual tensions the next time I see them.”

The slight reminder made Gnarl have to nod some in realization. While the tension did wonders to kindle Jerry’s anger, it also made him extremely testy. Possibly too testy. Gnarl himself still felt miffed at that mare, Spree, for ruining a otherwise perfectly good evil punishing season. It was raising his hopes for a nice, dominating Overlord. He would get back at her.. But she was fierce, and he had a distinct feeling she would choke him to death if he pushed her too far.

He also disliked the goody-two-shoes smell that came off her. So nice and compassionate and caring and almost near dotting over that thestral in protecting and healing what past wounds were on her wittle heart.

It made Gnarl want to puke his guts at it all.

Ugh, if only I can make her take down a...peg… as a idea came to him. Recalling the thestral in her ‘loving’ arms, as he devise a petty and evil plan. She had a ‘choice’ to serve the Master? Well...he could help her lean to him...after all, she knows her place under him...and if he did this with patience and careful planning..that thestral will be back under the Master and he’ll have the satisfaction in harming the earth mare!

He turn his attention to Jerry and asked. “May I know how long of a ‘break’ you’ll take, Sire?”

“A day or two. Walking through the wilderness and being lost-- does not improve my mood.” then said to Lovely. “Come on, you’ll help me bath.” a happy smile on her face as she followed him a few steps behind him. As Jerry was walking up the stairs, and leading her to the bathroom, Lovely took in all around her.

The gothic like place, the lavish areas, the fact that it was all in another place entirely. She briefly wonder, if her Master was rich? If so, it would explain why he would want her as a maid. To help clean things up. She recalls when she first met her Master, recalling the darkness, the lack of light-- and suddenly, she was able to see. She didn’t recall anything of before the darkness, but all she knew that the man who led her, was her Master.

That was all she cared about.

As Jerry came to the large tub, he remove his robe, entering in the warm water as he gave a relief sound, dunking in and coming out, enjoying the warm waters as Lovely stood by the side, waiting until being called upon. “Lovely, can you get those soap bars there with the rags?” quickly looking to where the soap was located, she moved by and grab them as she came and kneel down by his side.

“Here Master,” smiling as she asked. “Do you need anything else? Something to eat? Perhaps something more to enjoy your bath...or me~?” giving him a sluttery wink, her leaning some over. Hands on her knees while giving him a clear view of her very large cleavage. As Jerry partially wonder if he made her think of words like that….or that machine was more sexualize than he first thought.

“First bath, then you.” told Jerry as she giggled, leaning back as she spoke.

“Of course Master.” as she stood at attention, but was slightly opening her legs to let him get a good view of inbetween the tiny skirt she wore. Jerry took low breaths as he thought out. Okay...you got you're own living...sex doll? Hmm, that sorta seems insulting somehow. Sex-slave? Ehhh, maybe...its sorta means she’s a actual mare...then again she was...created… shaking his head as he was scrubbing himself. Ugh, just consider her a sex-slave. Easier for my already tweak moral dilemma.

He did however took peeks, to which she smile, subtly pressing her breasts together as she lean towards him, allowing him to see her cleavage more as she move them up and down with her arms. Giving a show of sorts as she was shamelessly showing off her body to him.

Jerry tried to focus on cleaning himself, but with Lovely giving him a show with her breasts, and with the lack of sex for days on end-- he gave a good mental scream. FFFFFFFFUCK IT! as he got out of the tub, drying himself off fast and look to Lovely as he ordered. “Strip. Now.”

There was a slight elevation with her smile, almost a slight giddiness while she reached and began to strip. She didn’t seem to tease him-- but it seemed like at moment she was, taking maybe a second longer on something that shouldn’t have been that long. Regardless, he watched as each piece of cloth fell one by one.

The stocking, the short skirt, the little headpiece for the uniform, the shirt itself, the corset under it-- he felt himself come to attention and throb all the more. The way her large and near gravity-defying breasts bounced upon being let out of corset itself made him hands flex in want. And the way she slightly rolled her hips while moving her thumbs at the waistband of her panties made him almost fidget in anticipation and impatience.

As soon as it was dropped though, she gave a almost smoldering half lidded look, stepping over her discarded clothes and slowly twirling for him. Tail flagging high to flash her lower bits and wiggle her hips to make her ass slightly jiggle in the most alluring of ways before her front came back around with those slightly bouncing boobs with nice and slightly erect nipples that looked almost like drops of chocolate. And when she spoke with her full lips, she spoke while placing a hand to her lower lips and forcing them open to show a slight dampness between them.

“Master~, how would you like to take your ready and willing maid this evening~?” Jerry didn’t pause, moving close to her as move a hand to her breasts grabbing and squeezing them as he feel the utter softness of them, as he gained a thought.

“Why don’t you show me how good you clean with that mouth of yours, on my sword?” said Jerry, as she gave a slightly giggle, and slowly move down, getting on her knees as she went before his mast member. Taking in the sight of the 8 inch member, she coos.

“Master, it seems your blade needs a proper cleaning~.” then gently place her hands around it, rubbing it some as she look up with a smile. “I’ll be honored to clean your blade.” keeping her eyes to him as she began licking and tasting the tip as her tongue rolled around it. Jerry felt more aroused, as while yes he was getting his first blowjob-- but the way she was looking at him, keeping in eye contact. Seeing the utter devotion, the love she has for him, the want and need to please him as she began to go down on his member. Taking his head as he felt her hands caressing his member.

She saw in his eyes of the utter enjoyment, the pleased and want for her to please him. She felt overjoy that she was placing him, as she look away to focus on the member. Pushing more of her head down and sucking it like expert, moving her tongue around as she bob her head up and down the rod. Moving her head in different angles to add pleasure for her Master sake.

It was admittedly odd, as part of her found the dick she was servicing to be… odd in shape. In her mind, it should have been more flat headed, and more greater in girth and having a medil ring around the middle or so. This was different, and so was the skin's texture-- but regardless, she was figuring it out. The cute mushroom tip that Lovely soon licked at tasted of slight precum, and form his slight jerking again told her-- the pink head was the sweet spot.

The rest of the shaft she place a firm pressure on, and able to feel the veins and muscles that help hold it nice and stiff. She felt herself get wet, inhaling more of the musk that seemed to radiate off the member and form the sac that was a bit hairy-- not that she minded. In fact, she took a slender hand to cup the balls, gently juggling the nut’s inside while she made a moan in her throat. The sound and vibrations tickled the member, the same one she slightly allowed in a bit further, giving a firm suck and making it touch more closer to the back of her throat.

Holy….shit….! Thought Jerry, hands placing on her head, giving low pants as this was-- this was mind blowing! He honestly didn’t expect her to be talent with her mouth, even touching his balls so well. He felt the vibrations as she was slowly taking more of him in her throat, into her wet, tight and warm throat as he almost felt like releasing as he said. “S-Shit, Lovely, I’m g-going to,” gritting his teeth as his eyes clench.

Lovely took that in, as she pull her head back, focusing on the head as she suck hard an lick around the edge as she jerk the rest of the member furiously in a firm hold as she lick around the tip entry. She felt the warm gooey lifegiving seed enter in, taking more and more as she didn’t waste a drop. She waited until she managed to get it all...then pull back to open her mouth wide. Showing all the semen in her mouth, before closing it and swallowing down. Jerry just look at her, panting and red faced as he said.

“Damn...that was amazing.” she smile of the praise and said.

“Thank you Master.” Then look up, eyes full of happiness she did well in pleasing him, and expectancy of doing more as Jerry internally grumble. It might take him a while to ‘recharge’. However...He move to sit down as he ordered.

“Lay on your back and spread your legs wide. Time for your Master to inspect his maid.” A lustful smile filled her face, as she began move back as she laid completely down. But she moved her legs up and high, with her hands gripping around her knees, spreading her legs wide as he look to her wet, puffy virgin snatch. He move down as he internally try not to panic.

Okay...you did a little work on Shadow once...this is a good opportunity. as he began to rub her slit, she gave a low moan. Head leaning up to see her Master, having a wide smile on her face as she saw him working on her cunt. She wonder a bit on her Master wanting to play with her, maybe she should suggest a position she can be in for him to play with her better? She gave a low moan, feeling his fingers push in, as she consider that her Master was simply rilling her up. Which she didn’t mind, but she was curious on why he didn’t take her yet.

She gave a small coo when he gave a deep two-finger thrust in her, making her want to squirm in need. Already she could feel them, wiggling inside of her and exploring around her love tunnel. He wanted to know her-- feel her and make sure her wet cave was ready to be taken. And for Jerry, he could feel her walls next to sucking his fingers in. It wasn’t like Shadow’s, which was a bit more looser and lax-- velveteen soft and pleasant, but not like this!

Whatever further thought he had next to cut off as he heard a couple of gasps, making him blink and glance up… and awkwardly stay in place as both Spree and Shadow stood at the entrance to the bath-- the curtain used to separate the areas lifted and the mare’s looking on with wide eyes and gaping mouths.

Both stared at the other, unable to speak or move. Spree’s face was of shock to be certain, and there was a twitch there, as if wanting to object. And Shadow looked almost bothered too, and almost had a shine of realization about something and made her shift. Jerry wanted to say something, but he was interrupted this time by his sexy maid of a mare-- who moaned in want while her walls again spasmed in need.

Before Jerry could even say anything, he heard Shadow speak. “Why?” looking at him with mixed confusion and bits of hurt as she asked. “Why...do you have...a red here?” Jerry thought on that hard, he and wondered to make it simple, or make it as ‘overlord’...so he did it the honest, but not too blunt. He look to her and said.

“I’ll be honest. I care for you Shadow, I honestly do,” surprise etch her face, as her friend words of him not caring for her as he went on. “But even though I do care, you’re a free mare. Meaning I can’t really, well, be familiar with you like before.” she blink in surprise as she look at him, trying to see if there was dishonesty in his eyes, any sense of lying, trying to see if he was covering his ass…

She didn’t see any lies, or dishonesty. He did care for her...and meant it that since she was a free mare...he couldn’t touch her. “And really, I had a feeling if I did get near you first, Spree will try to push me off.” Now that...that made a sort of sense. She knew Spree was protective, but not unfair. Unless...he doesn’t know that? He seem to not know much. thought the mare as he admit. “And after being in the wilderness for days without sex? Yeeaaah not going to lie, really annoying walking around.”

She tighten her lips, feeling conflicted, as soon as he mentioned sex, it made her feel hurt that even if he said he cared-- he view her as a need for sex. But at the same time, he admit he cares for her...does...does he have sort of moral standards? She look to the more sexy looking earth mare… and look to him as she asked. “Where...did you bought her from?” feeling a little inadequate as the mare was more sexy than her.

“Well...I got her from Dodge Junction, at this store and got this machine-,”

The gasps he heard caused him to pause. In fact, that wasn’t the only thing that made him pause. Shadow’s eyes were wide and isolated, wings tight to her sides and the towl she brought with her was hugged tightly to her scantily clothed body with a sort of horror.

Spree was no better, her hand was at her mouth and her eyes were looking at the mare. There was a pained sadness there, but she also looked like she realized someone just died-- died a very horrible death of some sort. She gulped and looked to him, it wasn’t rage, it was more of a questioning look, as if trying to decide if she should shout or ask something.

The latter won out, as she asked with a dread filled tone, “Machine…. A… A B-Blank-’o’-Tron m-Machine?”

Blinking some, he thought. I am...really missing something here. as Jerry knew it was the same machine as she asked...and for some reason felt like he was going to pay a ‘visit’ to it later. “Yes...why?”

He watched as Shadow closed her eyes tight and placed her hand to her mouth, as if ready to hold back a sob, while Spree took a shaky breath. A shaky and very disturbed breath. “I….Y-you don’t know?” Staring at him with her maroon eyes before shuttering in place, “Oh Celestia… you don’t, do you?”

Gulping, she informed, “It’s… it’s a machine that kills you.” Then breathed out, “And, I don’t mean… like normal-- it rips who you are away… you’re cutie mark… your personality… y-your memories…” Shivering in place and hugging herself. “The...the most troublemaking mares… the most disobedient ones… they put them in, they get turned into… blanks. Empty shells that just… stand around to be turned into a toy for any sicko’s wants and… It’s not like they were ever the pony they were anymore…They’re gone.”

Shadow look on, ignoring the mare on the ground, focusing on his expression, his eyes-- and there was shock, surprise, realization, disgust...horror...and soon there was anger. So much anger, not at her, not at Spree for explaining what he essentially did-- not even to the mare...no this was, this anger was something else. He close his eyes, taking a deep breath...as he said.

“Well...now I know what I’m going to do now.” then got up and ordered. “Lovely, get dress and wait for me in the chambers.” the earth mare panted, feeling needy, but obeying her Master. Getting up and getting her ‘uniform’ on as he put his robe on as he move around the mares and headed out.

Shadow was silent, as when the...the mare move by them...she spoke. “S-Spree?” gulping some, as she look to her friend and said. “I...I honestly don’t think he even..realize what he did…”

Signing, Spree said, “I think he does now…” Looking back to the curtain and said, “I’m… I’m sorry for whoever that mare was…” Then sighed, “But… there’s nothing we can do to help her now…” Sounding very saddened by this before saying, “Come on Shadow.. We should wash up…” Turning to reach for the bath.

She nodded, gathering her things, as she felt conflicted. She didn’t knew if she still feel the same to him or not...especially with what they found out...and what they saw.

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There was a quietness, in Dodge Junction, as Jerry was walking in his Arcanium set...with his Mace this time. As 50 minions move behind him. More Browns, Reds, and Greens. He look around, as he grip the mace tightly as Gnarl spoke in the helm. “Oh sire, what are you going to do?” slight giddy in his tone as Jerry said in a cold and deathly tone.

“Destroy that thing and kill everyone in my way.” Gnarl couldn’t help but feel excited of the fact his Master was going to raise hell, maybe literally. As Jerry came inside the shop as the stallion glance and said angrily.

“Hey, you haven’t pay for those things you var-,” choking now as Jerry raise him in the air with his left hand, eyes glowing white with a rage as Jerry was crushing the windpipe-- and a sudden crack came. As he drop the body as he motioned his arm out and shouted. “Destroy all!” the Minions charged as they attack anything, as Jerry came inside the room, looking at it a different light...a hateful light.

He raise his mace, slamming it down, letting out angry screams and rage as he smash it, bashing it-- breaking it as he shouted out. “Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” he slam it down as the machine was behind repairs, it was nothing but metal and wires. And in his anger, in his mad rage, did he forget about the Blanke’s, all sleeping in preserved boxes and unmoving as they were dreaming...a dreamless sleep.

Jerry huff and puff, looking at the broken machine as he glare at its remains and said. “The world would be a better place without you in it.” Turning as he walked out of the store with his Minions giving him gold from the register, as he saw a few Caribous standing there, all armed as one of the caribous spoke. “Sir, you are breaking-,” but was interrupted as JErry slam the mace to the face.

“You damned Caribous! You fucked it all up! You fucked this all up!” charging his browns and greens at them, as his reds burn any from afar. “If you wanted me to get mad, if you wanted me to get angry!? WELL GUESS WHAT!?! Guess fucking what?!” as he raise his arm, burning any Caribous around as fires were spreading on buildings as screams and terror came out as Jerry scream to the heavens.

“You are going to regret pissing me off!” going in mad rage, as the slaughter began for Caribous that stood in his way.

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And meanwhile...meanwhile Gnarl grin wide, seeing the utter destruction as he cackle. “Oh yes...this is the Overlord…” then laugh. “And all I need to do...is send him into a wrath unlike any other-- and he’ll be a true terror.” as he began his evil cackling laughter.

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