Fall of Equestria: Karma

by badassgrunt

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe, Crossover, Anthro
Length: 3973

Karma comes in the form of The Rake.

Do you know what karma is? Karma is the belief that if you do something good, something good happens to you. And if you do something bad, something bad happens to you.

They say that karma comes in many shapes and forms. Who's to say that it can't be in the form of a monster? A monster with sharp, sharp claws…

AN: I like crossovers. A lot. I also like to think "What if X meets Y?" Well, since I did Halo meets ponies and I'm currently working on Slender Man meets The Conversion Bureau, so why not The Rake meets Fall of Equestria? Also, this is my first time writing anything explicitly sexual. It's NOT a clopfic. So don't expect any fapable content.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-20 03:00:02 UTC

1

The Rake watched Ponyville from a hill that overlooked it. Or, at least whats left of it. It wasn't broken in the traditional way; few buildings were damaged and the farms were doing just fine. It was its inhabitants.

Those who weren't reduced to blubbering, cum soaked messes were either willing or resistant to having their bodies used as objects. They were either bent over in stocks, being paraded about, or just lying on the ground fucking.

The Rake looked at the scene with soulless black eyes. One would think it wasn't sapient. They would be wrong. Despite its mangled body and long claws, it was quite smart. It was skinny far beyond most would consider healthy. It still had muscles though, and was far stronger than the average male. Its back was twisted at a painful looking angle. Its pale grey skin clung tightly to its vertebrae. Blood was smeared on its claws and around its mouth, indicating it recently had a meal.

The Rake looked to the sky. It was almost sundown. It had time for a hunt. It went down the hill swiftly walking on all fours. It reached a fence and climbed over it with ease.  The tall grass hid the Rake well.

It continued on until it caught a scent. It recognized it as sweat, semen, and animal pheromones. It continued cautiously until it reached a break in the grass.

Through the blades of grass it saw the source of the smells. A butter yellow mare with pink hair was bent over on the ground. Standing over her was an animal currently pleasing itself with the mare. The Rake was behind them, watching silently. The grunting animal had cloven hooves, an over sized head and ram horns. The mare was moaning loudly as the beast roughly pounded her, her body shuddering with pleasure each time the beast went in hilt deep. The mare's mouth was open with her tongue hanging out. Every so often she uttered something encouraging. "Good boy." Mama's so proud."

The Rake waited for a moment before deliberately rustling the grass.

Immediately the animal stopped thrusting, it's ears swiveling around.  Its survival instincts overrode the urge to mate. The mare, who's ecstasy had deafened the rustling, wondered why the animal stopped thrusting. The animal withdrew its extremity from the mare and turned around to see the Rakes glowing eyes. It snorted and pawed at the ground, ready to crush the foolish animal that interrupted it. The Rake in turn, gave a low, dog-like growl.

   The unearthly growl snapped the mare, who had been absent-minded playing with her self, out of her trance. She turned to see two glowing white dots staring at her. The mare's arousal was squashed as she scooted back a bit.

The animal ignored the instinct to run, not wanting to leave its pleasure toy alone. It lowered itself to the ground, ready to charge the rival animal.

It was now the Rake decided to show itself. It silently crept out of the grass.

The first thing that popped into the mare's mind was how sickly the creature looked. The second was how sharp the claws looked, and how easy they would cut through her. The third was hopelessness. Something about those dark eyes told her that no matter how fast she ran or how far, it would still get her. She was thankful that its gaze wasn't directed toward her. She slowly got up and walked towards it. For some reason she thought she should help the creature.

"H-hello..M-my name is Fluttersh-" The creature quickly turned its head at her. Fluttershy fell on her bottom with a squeak. She curled up and flinched as she waited for the inevitable pain of claws cutting through her.

When it didn't come, she cautiously opened her eyes. The creature was just staring at her. The gaze was so unnerving that she wished she'd been killed. Its eyes were like black holes, sucking the light and joy around it. It was strangely hypnotizing, and Fluttershy couldn't look away. So this is how the Stare feels like...  The creature stared at her for what seemed like a century before it turned its gaze back at the animal.

The animal was slowly backing away, torn. Part of its primitive mind wanted to crush the creature and return to mate with the mare. The other part was desperately telling it to run away. Survival won out and the beast turn to run. It didn't get two steps away before it felt a stabbing pain and the lower body going numb. It fell in a heap, struggling to breathe. The last thing it saw was a shadow looming ahead, then blackness.

Fluttershy stared in mute horror as the creature easily killed the beast. "W-w-what a-are you?"

The Rake turned to face her and spoke, it sounded like if a had dog spoken into a fan. "therake" It turned and moved back into the grass.

Twilight Sparkle broke along time ago. Sure, when the Caribou first invaded she fought back, as did every other mare. The Caribou somehow converted the male populace onto their side, using the mares as they pleased. And the leader of the Caribous was Lord Arwyc. He had single-handedly defeated both Luna and Celestia. Once she saw Celestia had her horn removed she was captured. Having her horn removed and wings clipped, Twilight resisted at first. She was stubborn, but she soon broke. She grew to love it and begged for more.

Twilight fiddled with her collar as she was roughly fucked by a Caribou over a table, moaning loudly. The Caribou sneered as he pulled Twilight's head back by the hair.

"Fuck yes! Harder!" she screamed. Her coat was matted with dry cum. She was in heaven. To think that she used to be an independent female was just silly.

She turned her head to the window to scream as she was about to orgasm when she saw something that made her lose all of her libido. Staring right through the window was the Rake. Its black eyes stared right through her, and into her soul. She could only see its head, but it was just enough for her to get distracted.  Her fear increased tenfold when it put its massive clawed hand on the window. She barely felt the warm fluid fill her as the Caribou came inside her.

"B-Barok?"

"Yes, cunt?" Barok said as he pulled out, watching the cum leak out of her.

"T-there's someone watching us."

"Well I'm ready for round three, so let them watch."

"It's not a pony."

Barok turned to see the bushes in front of the library rustle. He frowned. He quickly put on clothes and grabbed his sword. He strolled into the dying light and looked around. Aside from some mares being used, he saw nothing of interest. He was about go back inside and beat Twilight for sending him on a wild goose chase when something next to him moved.

Twilight put a hand to her mouth as she saw a grey blur slam into Barok. There was a short scream before the window was painted red. Twilight was about to vomit when the door slowly creaked open. She saw a grey arm come into view and a clacking noise echoed through the library. She quickly hid behind a wall that separated the kitchen and the main room. She forced herself to breath softly as she listened. No clacking noise came through. Blood thumping in her ears, she waited a little longer before she peeked over the side.

She found herself a few inches away from the Rake's face. The scent of blood and death wafted into her nose before she could act. She fell roughly on her butt and scooted back until she met the counter. Twilight was breathing sharp and shallow, visibly shaking. The monster lowered itself into a crouching position, its eyes never leaving hers. Well, at least she thought so considering it had no visible pupils. The two stared at each-other. Twilight's breathing eventually calmed, but she was still scared shitless.

Twilight slowly reached up to the counter, finding a kitchen knife. She brought it to her chest, while the Rake still stared at her. Finally she mustered the courage to speak to it. "W-what do you want?"

When the Rake didn't answer she spoke again, more forcefully. "What do you want?!"

She was about to ask again when the Rake spoke. "whereiscanterlot?"

Twilight blinked. "W-what?"

"whereiscanterlot?"

Twilight griped the knife tighter, shaken by the ungodly voice. "W-why do you want t-to know?"

The Rake stayed silent. "Why do you want to know?" she asked again.

When the Rake didn't answer she spoke angrily "Why do you want to know?! I'm not telling you until you tell me-"

Faster than Rainbow Dash, the Rake dashed forward until its face was but inches from hers, bringing that horrid stench. "whereiscanterlot?!" it screeched at her.

Twilight wet herself a bit as she instinctively curled in a ball. "P-p-please d-don't h-hurt m-m-me..." she whimpered.

The Rake went to her face. "whereiscanterlot?"

Twilight looked down to see her exit was clear. Part of her mind knew the Rake was too fast, but she was too scared to care. She got up as fast as she could and bolted to the door. She barely made it out of the kitchen before the Rake slammed into her. She hit the floor hard, barely keeping her head from hitting the floor.

She felt the Rake's body weight, which was surprisingly light, on her back. For a second she thought it was going to rape her. The perverted part of her mind wanted this. Being raped she could deal with. Dying, not so much. She was expecting the penetration when she heard a scraping sound. She looked over to see the Rake's claw digging a deep gash in the hardwood floor.

"whereiscanterlot?" she could tell by its voice it was loosing its patience.

She sighed and gave in. "It's on the mountain."

The Rake got off of her and went on his way.

Twilight sighed. She felt really tired. Too tired to try and make it to bed. She lied her head on the floor.  Her eyes closed and went to sleep.

The Rake waited in the alleyway, concealed by the shadows. He had a simple job to do, although it would be very difficult.

Kill every Caribou on the planet.

It would be a long and grueling task, but the Rake was determined to see it through. And since he didn't need to eat and sleep like most beings, it could keep him going without resting. He would start with the leader of the Caribous,  Lord Arwyc.

The street was deserted. The Rake quickly went up the road toward the keep.

Getting to the keep was easy enough. There were very little ponies on the way, and those that were there were easily avoided. He finally reached the front gate.

There were two guards. One was idly standing around while the other was pleasing himself with a mare in a stock.

"When do I get a turn?" said the one standing.

"When I finish." replied the one throat fucking the mare.

The Rake silently moved toward the idle guard, keeping to the shadows. The guard noticed something out of the corner of his eye and turned to look at it. The Rake jumped up and severed the guard's spinal cord with a jab of his claws. The Rake withdrew his blood covered claws as the guard fell to the ground.

The guard who was pleasing himself gurgled as the Rake stabbed him in the back, the claws going through his abdomen.  The guard's penis came free of the mare's mouth with a wet pop, leaving the blindfolded mare gasping for air. The Rake eased the dying guard down to the ground before withdrawing its claws.

The Rake went through the gigantic doors leading into the keep. The hallways were deserted, most of the staff and guards asleep. Nevertheless, the Rake stuck to the shadows, making its way to throne room.

Two stocked mares, one blue the other white, were placed at the entrance to the throne room. The white one, who was facing forwards, was eagerly letting her throat please the guard fucking her. The guard finished inside her throat, the mare gulping it down like water. The guard went over to the blue one, who had her genitals presented to the world. The guard slapped the blue one on the flank hard, getting a hiss of pain from her. She tried to kick the guard, but her legs were chained to the posts of the stock. The guard rubbed his genital against hers before roughly penetrating. The mare squealed in pain and sniffled.

The guard smelled blood and death before the Rake slashed his belly horizontally. The guard fell back and was knocked unconscious from hitting his head on the floor.

The mare shivered. "W-who's there?" No answer came as she was bombarded with a sickening stench. Clacking was coming towards her, reminding her of a sword scraping the ground. Maybe the guard is going to kill me...anything is better than this hell. She turned her head to see the Rake come into view. It sniffed the door before turning its head to her. Looking into the eyes of the Rake, death didn't sound so appealing as before.

"staysilent" it rasped at her. The mare nodded as best as she could before the Rake turned and left her vision. The Rake easily blended into the shadows. It knew the leader of the Caribous was in there, judging by the sent.

Only a few minutes later before the sounds of a patrolling guard grew near. The patrolman's eyes widened at the sight of the other guard lying in a pool of his own blood. The guard looked at the throne room door, deciding that it would be best if Lord Arwyc knew about this right away. He side stepped the pool of blood before bursting into the throne room, the Rake silently following behind him.

The throne room didn't change much since the invasion of the Caribou. The only difference was banners with the Caribous flag on them hanging around the room, and the elite Caribou guards stationed at every column leading to the throne. Lord Arwyc sat on his throne, a bored look on his face. A pink mare with multi-colored hair was fanning him, while a white mare with purple hair was polishing his sword. Upon seeing the patrolman enter, a scowl appeared on his face.

Before the patrolman could speak, Lord Arwyc stood up. "You better have a good reason for interrupting me. And why is there a dog with you?"

The patrolman's blood ran cold. He had wondered why a peculiar smell followed him. He turned to see the Rake standing right behind him. "Oh, fu-" the Rake stabbed him under the chin, its claws going all the way through his head.

Then all hell broke loose.

The two guards next to the door drew their swords and prepared to attack the Rake. One of guards was faster than the other moved to slash the Rake. The Rake easily slashed through the sword as if it was made of paper. The guard had a look of shock and horror before the Rake stabbed him underneath the sternum, going through the heart and lungs. The Rake quickly withdrew his claws and rolled to the side before the other guard's overhand swing hit.

The guard screamed bloody murder as the Rake slashed his legs, the claws tearing a good sized chunk of bone with it. The guard fell down only to be impaled by the Rake's other hand.

The Rake heard the distinct clinking of plate armor moving. The Rake turned to see two of the elite guards coming towards him. They were covered in heavy plate male. Both of them had kite shields. One of them had an axe while the other had a mace.

Faster than either could react, the Rake lunged at the axe wielder. The Rake sunk its claws into the guard's neck, toppling him over. The Rake did a somersault, taking chunks of flesh and bone as its arms came back to its sides.

The Rake turned around just in time to block a swing from the other guard. The Rake jabbed with its claws. The guard raised his shield to block, the claws easily puncturing. The Rake ripped down, tearing massive lines down the shield. The guard backpedaled to escape the beast before being shredded to ribbons by a fury of strikes from the Rake.

The Rake heard thundering footsteps and leaned forward to make the spear thrust miss. The guard cursed and steadied himself. The Rake slashed the spear to chunks before readied itself. The guard bellowed a cry of fury and charged the Rake, wielding the remains of spear like a club.

The Rake simply pointed  its claws at the guard. The guard was unable to stop his momentum in time impaled himself.

FWT-tink

The Rake looked to see an arrow bouncing off the floor a few feet beside him. It looked up to see a guard aiming a bow at him. The Rake dodged to the side as another arrow flew past it. The Rake dashed towards the archer. The archer fired another shot at the Rake. The Rake slid on its belly as the arrow flew over it. The archer didn't get to fire again as the Rake sliced his head into multiple pieces.

As the last guard fell to the ground, the Rake heard slow clapping. The Rake looked up from its kill to see Lord Arwyc descending the stairs that led up to his throne, clapping mockingly with a smirk on his face.

"Well done. You've just killed some of my most elite guards. Now, while I am impressed, you just threw yourself in deep shit," Arwyc looked the Rake over. "I see you have no genitalia.. Well that rules out the usual punishment. I guess I just have to kill you now." he drew his sword, the blade engraved and glowing blue. "But before I do that, what is your name?"

"therake" The mares huddling in the corner flinched at its voice, while Arwyc didn't seem to be fazed.

"My, what a lovely voice," Arwyc said sarcastically. "And why are you here, if I might ask?"

The Rake stared at him with his frightening eyes, although the Caribou didn't seem scared. "tokillyou"

Arwyc groaned and rolled his eyes. "Great. Another assassin," he got himself ready. "Well, enough talking. Let's get this over with, shall we?"

The Rake charged at Arwyc with lightning-like speed. Surprisingly, Arwyc's reflexes were faster. To the Rake's surprise, the blade Lord Arwyc blocked with wasn't torn to pieces. It wasn't even scratched. Arwyc had a bored look on his face. "You didn't think it would be as easy as the other guards, did you?" Arwyc's horns glowed, and the Rake moved to get away. Unfortunately, Arwyc was faster. A large blast of magical energy sent the Rake crashing into a wall, making a good size dent in it and kicking up a dust cloud.

While Arwyc was displeased that the creature wasn't out right vaporized, or even have a scorch mark, he had a plan to compensate for it. He would simply batter the creature until it couldn't defend itself, then cut its throat.

As the dust cloud faded, Arwyc realized he had a problem. The Rake was missing. A nauseous smell over came his senses. Arwyc turned just in time to block the Rake. "Ha, well this got more interesting," Arwyc said while the Rake attacked him with rapid slashes, blocking every single one. "However, all things must to an end." Arwyc prepared to blast him, but the Rake dodged out of the way.

This is what Arwyc had hoped for. Before the Rake could fully recover from its dodge, Arwyc attacked. The Rake backed away as Arwyc continued to slash at it. The Rake was too stunned to block, let alone counter attack. Finally the Rake fell, its body covered in cuts and slashes, breathing heavily.

Arwyc smiled, and was about to deliver the finishing stab when the Rake growled at him. It started as a low rumbled, then became a terrifying screeching roar. Arwyc faltered as the Rake got up on its knees and began to change.

The Rake's vertebrae elongated until they burst from the skin, forming into long spines. The Rake's feet were slowly, and what looked like painfully, transformed into velociraptor- like claws. Its claws transformed into long fingered hands. The flesh on top bulged and burst as long, sharp metal claws grew out. It was no longer skinny, in fact it was bulging with muscle. Its lower snapped and teared in half, creating two mandibles lined with razor sharp teeth. Its eye were no longer black, instead radioactive green, with red pupils. Another vertical eye appeared on its forehead.

It rose to its feet, now towering Lord Arwyc. Arwyc, like any sensible being, dropped his sword and ran. Only to run into the Rake again. Arwyc fired everything he had in a magical blast. Thundering footsteps pounded the ground as the Rake charged out of the smoke of the blast, not having a scratch on it. Arwyc grabbed his sword and tried to block the Rake's attack. The Rake's metal claw cut through it like it was nothing. It raised its arm with a snarl and cut Arwyc to pieces

. As the remains of Lord Arwyc fell to the ground with a wet plop, the Rake reverted back to its original form. It felt tired. This was usual whenever it used that form. The Rake didn't like to use the form often, as it brought mind-numbing pain, it losing control of its free will, acting on instincts alone, and used a lot of energy. It was lucky it didn't kill the mares in a rage.

Now it was time to kill every Caribou on the planet. The Rake picked off the Caribou one by one, until none were left in Canterlot. Some male ponies tried to intervene, but they were quickly silenced.

After clearing Canterlot, next was Ponyville. Next was Cloudsdale, even though nobody knew how it could walk on clouds, let alone get up there. One by one, city after city, Caribou were killed. After Equestria was clean, then came the other nations. Over the next several years, the Rake went to city to city, killing every Caribou it could find.

While the wounds inflicted on Equestria and other nations would never fully heal, they did their best to try and rebuild. All the while rumors spread like wild fire that told of a monster going town to town, "freeing" mares from slavery. Some were thankful for it, while others feared it. While some Caribou survived what the ponies called "The Purging", they smartly went into hiding in fear of the monster that slain so many Caribou would find them.

As the years passed, tales of the "Dark times" were thinning, until they were completely gone. All but one. One tale stood out from the rest, and was forever ingrained in history. A tale mostly used to scare children to do what their told, while others use it for storytelling for campers. It told of a monster so fast and so deadly, if you were in its sites, there was no hope for you. Sometimes, when farmers found their live-stalk mutilated, they blamed the monster from the legend. That same legend was passed down for eons, rarely varying. All of the variations told of one thing. One creature.

All of them told of the Rake.