Hunting Season

The spaceship was silent as usual. Other than Alizarin using his computer to try and locate Dainn, Caramel Apple just sat in a chair as she looked around the hub of the ship. She still had a look of disbelief since she thought that stuff like this was only in fiction. But alas, it was really true. Just like the comic books.

After no avail, the bounty hunter got up and walked towards Caramel. He gave a blank stare to her, trying to think of something to say to her. It was awkward since they had just met.

Finally, he spoke. "The sun...why hasn't it set?"

The mare could feel chills down her spine. The voice was just so cold that it was uncomfortable.

"W-well...it's because the princesses move the Sun and the Moon." she answered.

"Preposterous. Such powers are only in the tales of myth." he replied. The fact that no one outside Equestria knows had become a common occurrence.

"But it's true! They use their magic to move it around in a cycle!" she argued back.

"Then where are your princesses right now?" he snapped back.

She was about to answer, but she held back. It was a tragedy indeed. Caramel could not believe that they had lost like that. In the end, she became silent, not wanting to remember that fatal day. However, Alizarin knew what happened.

"So even such deities can fall to such a creature. This will make my victory even sweeter." said Alizarin Crimson.

"Well, why are you here?" She wanted to change the subject, but was curious to know about this strange being.

"I am here to kill Dainn." Alizarin merely answered. That was all he gave, which did not satisfy Caramel.

"Why?" she inquired.

"Reasons that do not concern you." he wanted her not to interfere.

"Look, he destroyed everypony's lives here and I deserve a really good answer as to why you want to kill the man who turned Equestria into Tartarus itself!" Caramel demanded, anger in her voice. Who did this creature think he was? Coming in and waltzing into her home.

But he was having none of that. He slammed his fist onto his table. "Listen here, you. You should be grateful that I am here to kill your tormentor. Or else you would become a mere slave to one of his henchmen for the rest of your life. Understand?" He tried to sound neutral, but the rising anger in his tone could be heard.

The mare said nothing, but kept on glaring at him as he was right. Alizarin walked to one of the doors across the room. "Are you coming? Do you need me to hold your hand?"

Growling, Caramel begrudgingly followed him as they walked through the door. The hallway was very straight as the walls had 5 doors on each side.

"If you are to stay here, then I will have to set a few ground rules." Alizarin said.

"First," he began "you are not allowed to touch anything until further notice."

Caramel raised an eyebrow. "Further notice?"

"I have use for you. You will make a valuable asset to me". he merely stated. At least he was honest about not making friends.

She merely rolled her eyes.

"Second, you are restricted to only the hub, your own room and any room that I must be in."

"Why?"

"So I can supervise you."

Finally, they arrived in front of a door at the end of the hallway.

"This is your room."

She entered and looked around the room. It seemed boring and dull because of the white all over. As she looked around, her eyes were suddenly fixed on a strange bed. It looked like a huge container.

"What kind of bed is that?" she asked.

"That is a pod. It allows you to recover your wounds if you stay in there for at least eight hours."

She walked towards it and noticed a few buttons at the end of the pod. "What do these do?"

"That is no concern of yours. All you need to do is gently knock on the glass and the pod will open for you."

She tried knocking on it gently and it worked as the pod opened. She went to lie in it. It felt very comfortable with its' nice cushioning. Suddenly, the glass began to close up.

"H-hey! What's going on?!" Caramel asked, panicked that she was about to get trapped.

"Calm down, you idiot." Alizarin said, clearly stressed at such an overreaction. "You can leave the pod by knocking on the glass."

"Who are you calling an idiot, idiot?!" she yelled, hands and face plastered on the glass.

Ignoring that outburst, Alizarin continued on. "Anyway, I'll have to interrogate you later. You take your rest now. What does your kind eat?"

"Well, there's vegetables, fruits or bread," she answered.

"I have no idea what this 'bread' is. But for fruits and vegetables, I can try to find it." he said as he was about to eat.

"Wait, where are you going?" Caramel asked. He turned around and looked at her.

"Hunting."

Dainn sat on his throne in Canterlot Castle. He was thinking about the recent events that had transpired. Just when he conquered all of Equestria, everything was his. Then out of nowhere, a random stranger comes in and slaughters his guards.

"Hmm..."

Suddenly, a guard comes running in the throne room and kneels before him. "My king! I bring news to you!"

"Speak." Dainn ordered.

"Word about the assassin has travelled all over Equestria really fast! Scouts have reported that he has retreated to the west."

Dainn pondered his next move. Sending his guards to the west would definitely lure him out. But he did not know much about this creature. However, one thing's for sure, he was definitely hiding in Appleloosa.

"Send around ten or thirteen of our guards there. And tell Captain Bludgeon to lead." Dainn ordered.

"Yes, my king." And with that, the guard left.

"Whoever you are, your little rebellion will be crushed soon enough."

Whitetail Woods looked way more different than the Everfree Forest. It was more calm, serene, peaceful...everything that was a contrast to the rest of Equestria.

A caribou guard had been patrolling around the area during the current shift. It was supposed to be the evening shift, but it was hard to tell from the sky. He wished that he could have borrowed a mare to fuck from one of his colleagues. Nothing happens around here. It was so boring.

Suddenly, he caught sight of someone walking to the bridge. It looked like a man in red. With his instincts kicking in, he took out his pike and aimed it at the passerby.

"Halt! Who are you and where are you going?" The guard demanded.

The man gave no answer as he continued walking.

"I said halt!" He ordered again. No response again.

"You leave me no choice!" The guard began to charge with his pike.

He ran really fast, hoping that this amount of velocity would impale him through. Unfortunately, Alizarin had sidestepped beside and tripped over him.

It was both amusing and pitiful at the same time. Such an embarrassment to any guard. Alizarin wrapped his fingers around the guard's neck and began to strangle him. The caribou male tried to fight back as they both fought.

In an instant, the guard became shocked as he was electrocuted by Alizarin's hand. The volts began to increase as time passed by. The guard rolled his eyes in the back of his head as he began to foam around the mouth.

There was no resistance.

Alizarin let go of his neck and looked at him.

"Fried. Just the way I like it."

He began to take off his mask.

Vern's shift was about to begin at Whitetail Woods. Sure it was peaceful, but an orgy would have been better. Maybe when he is done, he can probably go back home and relieve himself with some bedroom pleasures.

Suddenly, he heard the sounds of flesh tearing and bones crunching. With his heart racing, he slowly began to move further to see what is causing him.

"Stanley? It's my turn to take shift." Vern whispered.

What caught his sight made him look in horror.

A red creature was consuming the flesh of Vern's own kind. The ground was a bloody mess and the entrails of Stanley's corpse. The predator turned around with Stanley's head, brains still in his mouth. His face was as dark as granite, yet his mouth was painted with red.

Vern began to vomit on the ground as he just witnessed someone eat one of his kind.

Alizarin swallowed and revealed his fangs.

"RAAAARGH!!!!" the bounty hunter roared.

Vern screamed and ran off, practically abandoning post. Alizarin had simply watched off.

"What is his problem? I was going to offer a share." His voice was quite gruff and disgruntled.

Shrugging, he continued to divulge into his carnivorous feast. He raised the severed head up into the air, allowing the blood to drip into his mouth.

Alizarin returned to the ship, walking back to the hub as he placed some plants and strange fruits onto the table.

"Yet I still have yet to figure out what this 'bread' is." He muttered to himself.

He sat on the chair as he looked through the computer to decide which destination he should go to next.

Caramel Apple woke up, feeling very refreshed. She tried to get up, but accidentally, hit her head with the glass. Mentally cursing herself, she remembered to knock on the glass, which enabled the pod to open.

Caramel moved her legs out of the pod and stood straight, stretching them as she felt the joy of feeling relaxed. Alizarin was right. The pods really do heal.

Speaking of which...

Caramel began to walk down the hallway as she looked at the doors. She wondered what was behind those anyway. But she had to hold back her curiosity in order to prevent the risk of herself getting kicked out.

When she entered the hub, she saw Alizarin already working on the computer.

"Morning." Caramel greeted.

Alizarin merely grunted in response.

Rolling her eyes, she walked to the table as soon as the plants caught her sight.

"You didn't get anything for yourself?" Caramel inquired.

"I am parched." Alizarin answered.

Caramel shrugged as she rummaged to her own lunch. Good enough for her. Suddenly, she smelled something heavy...bloody. It was not the plants, of course. Slowly, she looked at Alizarin, who was busy typing onto his computer.

"Is that smell coming from you?" she asked.

"Caribou blood." Alizarin stated.

"Oh." Caramel assumed that it was from the caribou he killed since it was sprayed all over him. What she did not know was that it was on his teeth as well. But he did not have to show his face.