Chapter 2

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Ciymon scowled as he walked past a pair of pegasus guards having their way with a griffoness who was clearly in pain from their actions, but cared little for her discomfort.

Like the few of those males working in Duneyrr’s employ who actually had a sense of decency, Ciymon detested the way females were looked down upon by the unicorn and his son, who would enforce such horrible living among the poor females in their charge.

Unlike the females of Caridoon outside the castle walls, the females in here were treated as nothing but objects. Sure, all females had to go through servicing for the allotted time, but they were still treated as living beings.

Here, they were no more than sperm repositories for anyone without a kind thread in their heart, which were the majority of Duneyrr’s men.

As a caribou, Ciymon was well respected among most of his kind, even a few those who were on the unicorns’ side. His tall stature and muscular build were intimating, and his antler rack was a sight to behold. Despite all this though, he was not a man who thought with his cock because of it.

In fact, caribou were one of the most distinguished races in Caridoon, who had great care for any female under their charge.

It would be logical then to ask, why would a self-respecting man such as Ciymon work for such a despicable being as the self-proclaimed king and prince?

The answer was simple: he did it for the females.

Not in that he did it to have any female he could without them being able to protest. No, he did it to protect them from what otherwise would have been a completely miserable life. With his help, it was at least somewhat bearable.

Duneyrr it was no secret to any living in Caridoon that Duneyrr and his son cared nothing for the feelings of the females that held. In fact, the two would constantly disregard the part of the law that said, once a female had served her time, she was free to return home.

There were plenty of the women within the castle walls who were held against their will, already having served their time, but being refused to leave.

Ciymon and several others always fought hard to get these women their rightfully earned freedom, whilst not disrupting the so-called king. There were those, however, who could not easily be freed.

Duneyrr seemed to always find ways of keeping females permanently, many having been acquired from the black market. These poor girls were harder to free, but you would be a liar to say Ciymon and those who shared his views didn’t do their best to give the females better lives if they could not free them.

Recently, he had heard of the Earth Pony that Duneyrr's son had ponynapped from her homeland simply to use her for his own reasons.

The news sickened Ciymon to his core upon learning of it. It was bad enough to enforce this life onto the females of their own land, but to take a mare from outside of their own, against her will and force this life onto her? It was lower than low, and Duneyrr’s son was already at the lowest of the low, so Ciymon was surprised that he’d found a way to go lower still.

He knew of what had occurred thanks to hanging in the dining area and overhearing Rasmus belittling his father to several of the guards. The mare had been an Earth Pony, something not seen for a long time in Caridoon and always valued for their ability to take any male.

He had, at first, just intended to ignore the self-proclaimed prince’s words about the mare and how good she felt when he had used her. However, his ears perked with the belittling had begun.

“My father is an idiot,” he’d heard the unicorn say, his tone filled with drunken anger. The prince was known for getting completely hammered whenever he was really pissed about something. “Don’t listen to what you hear, he failed to keep the pony slut and that princess of theirs outsmarted him. He may claim it was his plan all along to trick her into losing her magic, but it happening when it did was just an accident to which he is claiming credit!”

He’d snorted at that. It would make sense that Duneyrr would claim an accident that worked in his favour had been part of a plan. Such a stallion was always trying to make himself seem better than everyone else, even when he failed.

“And if he thinks his plan to take Princess Luna with that stupid collar will work, he's got another thing coming. If he expects another happy accident where that mare will lower her guard enough for him to slip the collar on her is going to happen, I will be king very soon.”

His ears twitched at that and his attention was more focused.

“But... sire,” one of the pegasi guards said, hiccupping due to also being wasted. “If yer dis princess is so tough...” he paused, swaying and holding a finger up as if looking for his next words in the air. “... then how would putting a collar on her make her not fight,” he finished with another hiccup.

The prince snorted, before giving off a large belch after draining another mug. “The collar’s s’pposed to make her a slave cos a the magic he put in it,” he slurred, ordering another drink. “Once on her, she’s s’pposed to be powerless. I think he thinks too much of himself.”

He’d left shortly after, though catching the prince saying where the collar was and what was guarding it. He hadn’t wanted to around long after that, as all they’d talked about was the women they’d abused, comparing each in different ways from bust size, ass and other things like how deep they could take a cock, all while speaking merely about how distressed the females had been throughout the affair, things he hated having to hear, thus chose then to leave.

As he’d thought, Duneyrr and Rasmus had used the mare as they pleased, despite, from what he’d heard, her having the option and right to choose her own master, yet not giving her the chance.

Not only that, but they’d used it as a chance to take power from a female ruler, most likely just because they saw her as less, as they did with all females.

What was more, this collar the prince spoke of was meant to stop this now supposed dead princess’s sister from getting what he saw as rightful revenge, which in turn would free them all from Duneyrr and perhaps Rasmus, too, but instead making her a slave like any other mare in this castle.

The idea that they were even now stretching their twisted aims outside the kingdom, and could easily have taken the first step in a plan to rule the rest of the tribes of Caridoon, when the bastard had no damn right. It sickened him to no end.

Sighing in frustration at it all, he continued down the halls, stopping at his personal chambers and entering.

“Sigrid,” he called out as he closed the door. “I’m home. And thank the Gods, the last few days have been hectic.”

When he was met with silence, he walked into the living room. The elk female for whom he had come to care for as a mate was sitting on the couch of the small living room, her eyes distant, her hands in her lap.

Frowning in concern, Ciymon moved over and kneeled down in front of the woman, putting his hands on hers. “Dear, what is it? What’s happened?”

She slowly turned to him, a faint look on her face. “There’s a spell to stop pregnancy.”

He blinked, before cocking his head to the side. “Um... what, dear?”

“There’s a spell that can use to stop females getting pregnant!” she said, her voice sounding stronger as she seemed to come out of whatever trance she’d been in.

Ciymon blinked for a few moments, shaking his head as he stood. “Magic isn’t like that, Sigrid. If such a spell did exist, that would change everything in our culture. No one would think to make such a thing.”

“But there is such a spell!” she said firmly, standing up. “Have you heard about the Earth Mare?”

Ciymon scowled. “The one Rasmus ponynapped from outside our kingdom and forced into slavery? Yeah, I’ve heard of her. The guards won’t stop talking about how they wish they could’ve gotten a shot at her before Rasmus and his father did.”

“She’s the one who told me about the spell,” she explained, taking his hand. “When I told her they were trying to get her pregnant, she agreed it was foolish to attempt as it wouldn’t work... but her reason was that she had the spell used on her ages ago that would stop it until she decided she wants to have a children and she trusted the unicorn that did it to her.”

Ciymon’s eyes widened. “Why...? Why would she say that? What mare in her right mind would trust those bastards?”

She shook her head. “She said the unicorns where she came from are different. She even said two of her best friends are unicorns.”

Ciymon was locked in his mind as he went over the idea. Caridoon’s laws in regards to races being given to other races during their ten years of service were to prevent unwanted pregnancies.

If a spell could stop pregnancy, it would mean races could be with their own kind during their ten years instead of having to be moved around to other races.

The very idea was one no one in Caridoon’s history had ever figured out. Even his own race had never come close to such a thing. If this Earth Mare really did come from a place where such a spell was known...

He paused, then sighed, remembering that, if what he’d heard the drunken prince talking about was true, the mare was gone. A chance of learning something thought impossible, something that could aid in helping so many females from having to be brought under the unciorns’ charge and it was gone, due to the only one who could’ve explained it being gone.

Still, it was better she was gone, safe from the miserable life she’d have been forced to serve in the castle.

The sound of the door opening caught their attention and they turned seeing Rutt and Tuke walking in, looking annoyed.

“Something wrong, boys?” the elk asked her sons as she got up and gave them hugs.

Rutt sighed. “Somethin’ weird, ma, eh?” he said, looking to her when they pulled away.

She raised an eyebrow.

“We were put in charge of, like, guarding that room the king and prince don’t want anyone going in, eh?” Tuke said, folding his arms.

“What’s wrong with that?” their mother asked as the four moved over to the table to sit down whilst Sigrid moved over to the stove and began fixing dinner.

“So, Mr. Ciymon,” Rutt said, looking to the caribou, “ya stayin’ for dinner again, eh?”

Ciymon rolled his eyes at the bad joke. He’d been living with their mother for over a month and they still pretended like the two were dating. They were made for each, him and Sigrid, both someone who stayed because they wanted to make things better for the girls stuck in this retched place.

After some time, they’d come to care for each other and decided to live together.

They couldn’t officially get married, not whilst working for the unicorns, anyway, but they loved each other, and being able to be together was good enough for them.

“So, anything happen whilst you guarded that room?” he tried to start up some conversation as they waited for dinner.

Both moose looked to each other, an eyebrow raised.

“Kinda, eh?” Tuke said, leaning back in his seat.

“It was weird, eh?” Rutt nodded, looking from his brother to the caribou. “Felt like we was being watched, eh? From inside the room, but there was no one in there, eh?”

Ciymon raised an eyebrow. That was odd. If a room was empty, one shouldn’t get the feeling of being watched.

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“Father, this is ridiculous!” Rasmus stated as he looked up at his father sitting on the throne.

“What is it now, Rasmus?” Duneyrr asked in a bored, unamused tone. His horn was still smarting and it was giving him a headache. His son’s constant complaining since Applejack’s departure wasn’t helping any.

“You’re putting good men to guard that horrid room!” the younger unicorn thrust his thumb behind him, despite the room being nowhere near in the direction he’d indicated to.

Duneyrr’s eyes narrowed. “What would you have me do, Rasmus? I am, for reasons I still do not understand, unable to absorb the abomination’s power. We must guard the room so no other tries and succeeds. With the power held within that room, any man could overthrow us, with barely any effort. Not only unicorns can use magic, son, and whilst the other magics are weaker compared to us, combine with the abomination’s power, any could easily overthrow us.”

“Then that just gives another reason to stop putting our best men to guard the room,” Rasmus retorted, his hands clenched. “Is it truly wise to leave such power close to any who might be able to take it. For all we know, the abomination might have cast a last-minute spell that stops only unicorns from taking it. What if a zebra or caribou were to get a hold of it?”

Duneyrr thought for a moment, before closing his eyes and giving a slight nod. “Then, son, who would you have in charge of guarding the room?”

Rasmus snorted. “Put those stupid moose to it. It’s not like they do much else of good around the castle and it would keep them from being seen.”

Duneyrr looked to the ceiling in thought for a moment. It was true the sons of that female healer, Sigrid, really didn’t do much. Putting them to guard the room wasn’t such a bad idea, and the two were so dense they’d never know what was held within.

“Very well, son,” he relented, waving a hand. “We’ll put those two to work guarding the room, but only at night. I see no reason why to have them well rested during the day whilst my better men are exhausted from watching the room at night. And night is when one would expect another to sneak into the chamber.”

Rasmus nodded and left the throne room to go and have the order sent to the moose. It would at least put them to good use to guard the abomination’s magic’s chamber. And if they were stupid enough to go in and suffer the effects of the magic within there, so be it. It wasn’t like he cared if the last of their race in Caridoon was wiped out. The moose were a stupid race anyway.

Author's Note

ARGH! Finally get around to this second chapter and i still think it's not that good.

OKay, for those not getting it, this story shouldn't be taking me so long to write. I have a simple lay out, but to make this story work, it needs to be laid out, hence Ciymon. He will be a key player in ensuring what i have planned in this fic to play out goes according to plan.

Writing this chapter though, was a bitch. I pray to god the next chapter won't be so hard. I wanna get this fic over and done with as soon as possible, to be honest, as, unlike with the other stories in The Caridoon Project, this one isn't at all meant to have comedy, thus it's so serious, which nicks at me, but this story is canon and for a reason.

Okay, done babbling now. Hope you liked this chapter (though i'd be surprised if you did, really, cos io think it's terrible), like, comment, yada yada and til next time, later everypony