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My name is Wulfric of the Warborn clan and this is my story.

My people and I lived peacefully in the northern mountains, completely isolated from the modern world. My father was the chieftain of our clan and a great warrior. He taught me how to survive in the wild and what it means to be leader of the clan and he was proud to have me as his son. For a long time, my father and my people were happy but one day all of that changed when a warrior from one of our neighboring clans came to us with a declaration of war against a far-off kingdom known as: Equestria.

His name was Ragnar of the Stonehoof Clan, he came to us with word from his chieftain: Dainn Stonehoof. Dainn had heard of Equestria and how it was ruled by four princesses and to him this was an abomonation against nature.

Ragnar then began to spout nonsense about how it was our sacred duty as men to put these women in their proper place; however my father would hear none of it and before long argument sparked between the two, out of arrogance, Ragnar challenged my father to single combat for leadership of the tribe. My father had easily defeated Ragnar but spared his life and ordered him to deliver his message to Dainn. It would have been better if he had killed him that day.

A month after the duel an unnatural blizzard fell upon the mountain. It blocked out the sun causing our crops to die, then the rivers that were once filled with fish turned to blocks of ice. All of us knew that this was the work of the Stonehooves for they killed or enslaved any who did not follow their will.

For a whole year, our people starved and those who were able to survive took it upon themselves to find food for their loved ones in the harsh blizzard surrounding our village; sadly, few ever returned. By that time, my father had become gravely ill and the future of our people grew darker by the second; yet even as death creeped upon him he did not despair and as he laid their in his bed, I stayed with him in his final moments.

"Wulfric...my axe." He wheezed while pointing at our clans most sacred treasure that had been passed down through the generations. I handed the blade to him, thinking that he would want to take it with him to the afterlife, when he suddenly placed my hand upon it.

"Our people...will look to you now."

At that moment, my heart sank for what was meant to be a joyous occassion turned into one of sadness.
"Father...you can't!" I begged him to hold on just a little longer but in my heart I knew he wasn't long for this world.

"Do not fear my son," He told me while gently placing his hand on my cheek.

"I now go to Valhalla, to join Odin in the great hall and from there I will always be watching you. Be strong my boy..."

My father's hand then slipped away from me and as I caught it, I felt nothing but cold. Though I was a warrior, I could not help but weep at my fathers passing and clung to his lifeless body with tears falling from my face like raindrops. One guards gently pulled me back while the other placed my father's hands over his chest and draped his blanket over him. A great funeral pyre was built that day in the center of our village and as the pyre was lit, I recited the ancient prayer of our ancestors to send my fathers spirit off to Valhalla.

Lo there do I see my father
Lo there do I see my mother,
And my sisters and my brothers.

Lo there do I see the line of my people
Back to the beginning.

Lo they do call to me
They bid me take my place among them.

In the halls of Valhalla
Where the brave
May live forever.

As the fire was lit, the blizzard that had plagued our village had suddenly dispersed, yet our people found no joy in this for we had lost so many of our loved ones and as I looked at their faces, I saw only anger. When we finally came down from the mountains, we discovered that it was not only us who were affected by the stonehooves wrath: many of the other clans were also suffering and had their homes burned to the ground. after seeing so much suffering, my hatred could no longer be contained. It was clear what needed to be done, Dainn Stonehoof and his clan would have to answer for the suffering they caused our people. We would have vengeance!

A year later

A year after the caribou conquered equestria, things changed for the worst: Dainn and his followers enslaved all the mares in the kingdom and began stripping them of their rights and freedom as well as their horns and wings; however the ones who seemed to have the worst of it were the Elements of Harmony and the princesses.

When Dainn had them captured, he made Princess Celestia and Luna his personal slaves while Princess Twilight and her friends were given to Ragnar and his men as a reward for leading the first attack against Equestria. Ragnar had taken a personal liking to the one known as Applejack and would have her tied up in the barn every so often to rape her whenever he was in the mood. Today was no exception.

Applejack was in a barn stall with her arms tied above her head and her legs spread apart by an iron bar, she had not bathed or eaten for three days and smelled of sweat and musk from her exhausting rape sessions with Ragnar, and that's just how he liked it. The savage came bursting through the barn doors with a wicked grin on his face as he looked at the helpless mare before him. She was all covered in sweat and bits of hay. He began to undo his belt buckle revealing his hardened cock to her and even began rubbing it in her face while forcing her to take in the stench.

"Ready for some fun my little pet?"

"Go to hell..." The mare glared at him with murderous eyes even as he positioned himself between her legs and began licking the sweat off her neck and breasts. It was more than Applejack could bare as she heard him moan with pleasure while suckling on her left breast before viciously pulling on it with his teeth and releasing it just to see it bounce around for his amusement. She did her best not to make any noise but was thwarted when Ragnar rammed his cock right into her exposed marehood causing her to scream.

"Yeah! Scream, you bitch!!" He growled as he began to mercilessly pound his way into her womb while listening to her grunt trying to resist the pleasure she was feeling. His next step was slapping her breasts left and right making her cry out more in hopes that she would beg him to stop, yet Applejack still refused to give in.

"I'M!! GONNA! KILL YOU!" She yelled with her teeth clenched as she felt him moving faster. It wouldn't be long before Ragnar would reach his limit and Applejack figured he would just pull out at the last second and spray her with his disgusting seed like he'd always do until she caught the familiar scent of hard cider on his breath. He was drunk, and whenever he was in that state he would always do the one thing that disgusted her the most.

"Ohh yeah! Here it comes!" He hissed with pleasure as his thrusts and breathing became more rapid.

"No! Stop!!" Applejack struggled to get away but was held back by the ropes and chains. Within moments, Ragnar reached his limit and let out a blood curdling roar as he gave one last thrust into the helpless mare and filled her with his sperm.

"No..." Applejack sobbed as she the seed of her rapist fill her womb. Thankfully, she was not in heat yet, but it still felt humiliating to take in this monsters sperm and not being able to do anything about it. Ragnar then passed out from exhaustion and collapsed on top of her falling into a drunken sleep unaware of the events that were about to unfold.

After a year of travelling, The Warborn had finally arrived in the land of Equestria; unfortunately it was not the place they were expecting. Everywhere they went they saw suffering and enslavement as the strong preyed upon the weak. Mares and fillies were sold as slaves or breeders while the stallions gorged themselves on the riches given to them by the Stonehooves, be it food, wine, gold or all the mares they could want.

Wulfric and his clan had arrived on the outskirts of a town called Ponyville, and just like any other town it was filled with many enslaved mares being sold off to random stags or stallions, yet what was most troubling was that the mares were getting little to no food at all unless they performed some distasteful act for their masters. To the Warborns' disgust their was no limit to the amount of humiliation the slavers would inflict upon their victims. It ranged from a simple beating to publicly raping them while others laughed at their plight. It was more than they could bare, and so they decided to do something about it.

The next morning, Ragnar held a feast for his men in the building that used to be the town hall. A large banquet had been set at the table by the mares who had been selected for the banquets entertainment. Among them were Applejack and her friend Rainbow Dash who was now stripped of her wings and chained to the wall by a black collar.

"Hey Applejack, you okay?" Rainbow asked after seeing the fatigued look on her friends face. She knew that Applejack had been raped again and wished she could break the chain holding her and use it to choke every last male in this room to death.

"I'm fine Dash." Applejack replied with a weak smile before they helped finish setting up the table.

Ragnar looked at his bounty with pride as he raised a mug shouting, "LET'S FEAST!!"

The stallions and stags who had joined him cheered proudly as they began filling their plates with food, all the while tossing the scraps to the mares in back.

"Eat up whores! You're gonna need the energy for later." A caribou shouted with his cheeks stuffed as the mares quietly held hands knowing what was going to happen next.

While the males were feasting, Wulfric and his raiders began their attack by storming through the town and killing any who tried to fight back while freeing the slaves. The attack on the town came swiftly and because of Ragnar's feast there were very few soldiers guarding the area.

A group of mares who had been locked in cages saw the massacre with their very eyes and couldn't believe the caribou were being slaughtered by their own kind; they had figured all of their species were the same. Wulfric and a few other warriors approaced the frightened prisoners with their axes raised high. The mares thought that this would be the end for them until they began cutting the locks on their cages and shackles.

"Go! You're free!" One of them shouted after opening the cage. At first, the mares thought this was some kind of trick before looking at the bodies of their captors.

"Hurry!" The warrior shouted again before the prisoners finally made a break for it as the fighting began to die down. Wulfric took this moment to relax when another one of his warriors called him over to reveal a storehouse loaded with food and seeds for planting.

"HAH! Food!" The young chieftain shouted triumphantly while tossing some fresh apples to his warriors; however, they had come for more than food, they had come for Ragnar. The Warborn marched through the bloodied streets of Ponyville as they made their way to the great hall, where the screams and moans of mares being raped could be heard, followed by the laughter of Ragnar and his men.

Two of the warborn raiders began throwing axes at the door as a means of knocking. When a stonehoof warrior peeked out to see what the commotion was, the last thing he saw was an axe being planted right between his eyes as the doors flung open.

"What's going on out there?!?" Ragnar shouted after hearing the dying scream of the guard at the door and stormed out, only to see the faces of the Warborn clan. One in particular caught him by surprise.

"You!"

Ragnar could easily recognize the young stag and his fathers axe. He had hoped they had died in the blizzard along with their clan but sadly luck was not on his side.

"Face me..." Wulfric growled at his enemy with a thirst for blood. Rangar found this amusing and figured his men could use a bit more entertainment so he allowed them inside while his men cleared the hall to make room for their duel.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash were moved to the back of the room along with the other slaves. When they saw who was challenging Ragnar, they could not believe that it was another caribou. The mares watched as the young stag matched Ragnar's attacks blow for blow while slowly driving him back.

"You will pay for what you did to our people!" Wulfric shouted after kicking Ragnar into a wooden beam before going for a killing blow, narrowly missing his head. Ragnar then countered by bashing Wulfric's head against the beam. Afterwards, cutting him on the back of his right shoulder.

"Oh, the poor people! My heart bleeds!" He mocked while bashing Wulfric in the gut before throwing him into the center of the room.

"You Warborn are weak! A bunch of self-righteous pups! You should've died along with that mongrel father of yours!!"

To hear him mock his father was the final straw for Wulfric as he used his own horns to impale Ragnar and throw him back to the ground. For the first time in his life, Rangar was afraid and made a break for the exit while ordering his men to kill them all.

"Oh like HEL!!" Wulfric roared as he chased Ragnar out the door and through the streets of Ponyville.

"Turn and fight you coward!" The young chieftain shouted. In response, Ragnar began turning over food carts and empty cages to slow him down and it seemed like he was on the verge of escaping. Then, a chain suddenly caught him by the throat and sent him crashing to the ground.

"Whoops!" Came the voice of a certain farm pony who was twirling the chain that once held her captive like a lasso. Ragnar became furious and was prepared to lash out at her until he felt the firm grip of Wulfric's hand grab him by the horns and dragging him into the center of town.

"What you've done is wrong!" Wulfric said as he bashed Ragnar's face with the pommel of his axe and parrying a blow to his stomach.

"You and your men feast while your own women and children starve!" The beating continued as Wulfric sliced up his rival on the left shoulder before bashing him in the face with the blunt end of his axe, covering his face in blood.

"You and your warriors will learn to live like the rest of us! or you will become food for crows!!" He then raised his axe to deliver a crushing blow that split Rangar's in two and left a huge gash in his chest.

"Idiot child!" Ragnar spat back while reaching for what was left of his axe.

"Might as well ask me to pick up...FARMING!!" The injured raider then attempted to cleave off his enemy's legs with one swing but was easily blocked and had his weapon wrenched away, making him fall to the ground.

"We're vikings..." Ragnar was on his knees as he gave a defiant look to the young chieftain.

"So that's a No?"

"Heh...Valhalla!" Ragnar then prostrated himself before Wulfric and awaited the killing blow but the young chieftain would not grant him the warriors death he desired and ordered two of his warriors to hold him up instead.

"You're no warrior Ragnar; You're a thief and a coward and so you shall die like one." Wulfric spoke with malice in his voice as he reached into his boot pulling out a large dagger, he then proceeded to stab the blade into his prisoners back and began cutting downwards through the right rib cage. Ragnar screamed in agony as the same method was applied to the left rib cage and, with his bare hands, Wulfric ripped open his wounds to let his lungs hang out. A truely gruesome sight.

The torture, however, did not end. Ragnar's screaming resumed as his lungs began to inflate to the point of splattering open like a pair of water ballons covering the ground in his blood. It was the vikings most brutal execution method: The Blood Eagle. The other caribou saw this and were instantly demoralized. Some even fell to their knees as they looked at the young stag who slew their leader and began to think he was some kind of demon.

"So you're in charge now?" Wulfric asked a captain who approached him with what was left of Rangar's army. It seemed like another fight was about to break out until the young chieftan did something unexpected.

"Join us."

The captain looked into Wulfrics eyes and could tell he was being genuine with his offer. After living among the stonehooves for so long it seemed like a good change of pace for him and his men.

"Sigh...we are with you."

In that moment both sides went from sworn enemies crossing blades to comrades shaking hands. While they weren't much to look at these warriors would be a start in striking back at Dainn Stonehoof and his corrupted regime.

Later

A while after the raid, the citizens of Ponyville were taken back to the Warborns' camp located deep in the Everfree Forest, where they were fed, clothed and had their wounds treated. Some were reluctant to let the male warriors help and preferred the help of the female members of their tribe. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were among the latter group.

Applejack watched as the male warriors began treating the wounds on the freed slaves thinking that they would ask for sex as a form of gratitude. The opposite turned out to be true; the warriors simply moved on to the next mare in need and even provided them some decent clothes to keep them warm from the harsh weather.

"You there," A voice called out to Applejack when she turned around to see Wulfric who had just finished cleaning off the blood staining his fur.

"I wish to thank you for helping me catch Ragnar, what is your name?"

Applejack wouldn't say a word since she was still untrusting of the caribou. Wulfric would not hold that against her.

"Surely mares have names," He joked with a smirk until the mare finally answered.

"Applejack; My name is Applejack."

"I've heard about you, and if I remember correctly, your friend there must be Rainbow Dash."

The pegasus only looked at him for a moment and turned away as he approached her from behind.

"Let me see your wings." He said while placing a hand on her back before she struck him with a right hook.

"BACK OFF!! I know what you're trying to do! You wanna get on my good side in hopes of getting lucky right?!? WELL FORGET IT!!" There was much anger and pain in the mare's voice. Ever since the invasion, Rainbow Dash was put through all kinds of humiliating tortures by the caribou and stallions of Equestria making her hatred of all males well founded; but despite her outburst, Wulfric gave her a stern look and spoke with a more serious tone.

"I understand you don't trust me or my men but if you don't let us treat you, you'll never be able to fly again!"

Rainbows anger suddenly subsided when she saw that he was really worried about her. A caribou of all people! Thus, she reluctantly allowed him to remove the cases containing her wings as he gave her a thorough examination.

"Hmm...it's not so bad. No sign of infection. You should be flying within a year or two." The young chieftain then left the two mares alone to rest for the night but not before telling them:

"Welcome to The Warborn."

End.