Chapter 7

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“So, are we at an understanding of the plan?” Ciymon asked those assembled at the table.

Around the table were Tuke and Rutt, Sigrid and Fling Feather and Fleece. They nodded.

It had been a week since Celestia had been revealed to Fling Feather and Fleece. During that time, the two had met with Ciymon during their off time and spoken with him in his home.

As was to be expected, he do not trust either of them to begin with, due to his and Fling Feather’s shared past and, having never met of spoken with the ram before, his suspiciousness toward him was understandable.

However, after some time, and Fling showing his utter disgust towards the unicorn after learning what would happen to his own unhatched children if they were ever found out, the caribou had lowered his guard around the griffon.

After they had come to understand each other as someone wishing to cause the unicorn’s all-mighty plans for Equestria to become his own to fail, they had begun to plan how to do so.

Being stuck in Caridoon, and being unable to communicate with Celestia’s sister, there wasn’t much they could do in preparing the still free princess for when she came to get her sister’s power back and take down Duneyrr. But, they could aid her in ensuring the unicorn did not have the one thing he could use to gain a proper advantage and very likely succeed in his plans to make Equestria his own.

They would take that precious collar of his he had made especially for Princess Luna out of the equation, permanently.

They were not only ones in on the plan, however. Using their knowledge of whom in the castle did not agree with the Duneyrr’s plans in anyway, be it his plans for Equestria or how he was treating the females in his charge, they had formed a small group to ensure the collar would not be a problem when Luna and her ponies came to Caridoon.

Thanks to Celestia informing them of it, they even now had a few people on the outside aiding them.

Ciymon had gone out, as it was within his job description to see to affairs outside the castle, as Duneyrr had no interest in them beyond finding another female to make his personal sperm receptacle, the caribou had gone to visit Grim Wing the father of the Pegasus whom Celestia had learned Duneyrr had bought on the black market and had no intention of letting go once she’d reach to age of freedom.

After some negotiating, and informing the griffon that they could free his daughter and cause the king and good deal or strife if they worked together, the time had been set to ensure Duneyrr and Rasmsus would not be able to interfere with the plan to get the collar.

He also had spoken with some of his own kind and relatives, getting their aid in a crucial part of the plan.

With everything in place, it was time to enact the plan.

“Til tomorrow, then,” the caribou said, nodding to the griffon and ram, who nodded in turn and got up to leave for their shift (not, it turned out, that enough people actually bothered to check to see if someone was guarding the room since Duneyrr had placed them and the moose as the rotating guards). “Duneyrr’s plans for Equestria fall.”

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Duneyrr was enjoying a good blowjob from the cow slut he was using, when a knock on the throne room doors pulled his attention.

In scurried another slut, a doe with reasonable tits and, from what he’d heard from his guards, a nice slit.

He waited until she’d reached the throne and bent down on her knees, her head bowed before he addressed her. “What is it, slut?” he asked, putting his hand on the cow’s head and forcing himself deeper just because he felt like it, ignoring the gagging from the female as he enjoyed the feeling of her throat contracting around his member.

The doe shuddered, keeping her head down as she spoke. “There is a griffon from the nearby village whom wishing to speak with you, master.”

Duneyrr raised an eyebrow. Not often did the peasants of the village bother him with anything, none brave enough to speak up against him as long as he remained in his castle, not that he ever had a reason to leave it until Equestria was his again.

“Why?” he asked, letting the cow pull off, ignoring as she gasped desperately for air.

The doe whimpered. “He says he w-wants you to r-r-r-release his daughter, th-the pegasus, M-M-M-Moonshine.”

“WHAT?!” Duneyrr stood, knocking the cow to the side as he glared down at the doe, who quivered under his gaze. “What makes him dare think he has a right to take the slut from me?! Me, the King of the Unicorns?!”

“H-he stated that, under Caridoon law, he is allowed to choose whom she goes to and that, since y-you bought her on the b-b-b-black market, he has a right to take her back and select a new host for her tenure.”

Duneyrr glowered down at the doe for several moments, before snorting and moving down from his throne and towards the doors. “We shall see about that.”

He had enough problems, with Fling Feather saying that he wished to settle down not two days ago and that he would be settling down with one of the sluts who was leaving free in just a few days. Loosing such a loyal worker was already causing him strife and now this?

With it being so late in the afternoon, he was in no mood to deal with this kind of shit.

“What more could possibly go wrong for me this week?” he muttered angrily as he stomped to meet this peasant that would dare to take his property from him.

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The goat watched from atop the castle, looking down at the front of the castle, where pair of villagers stood, awaiting entry.

One was a caribou, holding a suitcase and wearing a purple velvet patch of cloth embroided with gold over his privates. The caribou looked strong and his horns were rather long, indicating he held a high statue among his tribe.

The other was a griffon, whom just from looking at him the goat knew he wouldn’t want to ever get into a fight or be on the bad side of. He was tall, with strong muscles and big arms. His feathers with a coal black and the scar he could just make out from his position gave the griffon a very intimidating look.

As he watched, the gates were opened and the two were allowed entry. The goat watched until they were out of sight, before walking off the room, poking his head downstairs and nodded to the buffalo waiting.

The buffalo nodded in response and moved further into the castle.

This went on until Fleece was informed and he nodded to what seemed to be thin air.

With the signal received, it was time to act.

Fling Feather flapped his wings, rising into the air and coasted down the corridor, barely making a sound.

Fling was currently wearing an anklet with caribou magical runes carved into it. They made it so none would notice him as long as he didn’t draw attention to himself.

With this in mind, he flew up close to the ceiling, above any whom he passed in the castle as he made his way to the floor with the room containing the collar Duneyrr planned to use on Princess Luna.

After several minutes, he came to the hall, which was deserted, saved for the two guards standing in front of the room.

They were the only problem with the plan. Ciymon, Fleece, Fling and several others had called in favours all around the castle to ensure that Fling would have an easy route to where the collar was being kept without distraction, but these two were those loyal to Duneyrr, or rather, willing to work for him as long as they got paid.

It would have made things a lot easier had they been able to get two guards working for the plan to guard the room, but it hadn’t been possible to do without drawing attention to their activities, even with the little distraction the griffon Grim Wing was causing as he rightfully demanded his daughter back.

However, it was not as bad as they had all firs thought. Upon reflection, Fling had noticed another way to ensure their plan went undetected.

Smirking to himself, Fling moved silently down the hall until he was at the doorway.

Neither guard paid him the slightest attention, to which he had to withhold a chuckle.

Carefully, he slipped through the doorway, but intentionally brushed against the griffon, one with dark-red feathers, on the left, before zipping inside and out of sight.

As he watched, grinning, the griffon turned his head, looking into the room with a raised eyebrow, before returning his attention back to the hall.

The bait set, Fling fluttered over to the pedestal on which the collar rested. Reaching into the tuft of his right wing, he pulled out a collar that looked exactly the same as the one on the pedestal.

It had been crafted thanks to the work of Ciymon, some of his fellow caribou and a zebra from within the village. Whilst it looked identical to the collar Duneyrr planned to use on Luna, it would do nothing to the mare at all.

The runes carved into it would mask it’s true nature, leaving the appearance identical to those on the original collar, making the king think it the same collar and being none the wiser til the moment his slipped it around Princess Luna’s neck and learned she was still as free to do as she wished.

He only wished he could be there the moment Duneyrr sees the collar fail; the confusion and horror that would play across his face and mind as the lunar princess took her revenge for what he did to her older sister, the Earth Pony, Applejack and to Luna herself over a thousand years ago.

Slowly, he moved the collar held in his right hand til it was almost touching the other one. Then, with quick movement, he pulled the collar off the pedestal with his left, while putting the identical one in its place.

Smirking, he put the collar he’d taken into the same tuft he’d taken the duplicate out from, before moving back to the doorway, gently gliding out, before heading down the corridor.

He did not like putting one of his own kind in the position that griffon would now face, but, that griffon was willing to follow Duneyrr’s twisted ideals as long as he got paid, not caring for those who suffered because of his actions. He had no honour.

Fling felt it was a just reward.

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Tuke and Rutt stood at their posts outside the room Celestia was in, both waiting for what they wanted to see. In truth, they weren't sure what to expect, as the part of the plan where the collar would be placed in the room had not been told to them.

Sure enough, thought, as they stood at attention, a griffon with dark-red feathers, one they didn't recognize, marched around the corner, acting as if he was apprising them.

“You boys keeping a good watch?” he asked, looking from one to the other.

“Yes, sir, eh?” they both said, nodding.

The griffon nodded. “Good. Do wish this wasn’t part of the plan, boys.”

After giving a quick, but accurate description of the griffon guard he’d seen standing in front of the room the collar had been in, Fling shot forward, delivery a swift side-kick to Rutt’s head. The moose hit the wall and slumped, unconscious.

The griffon quickly followed up with an uppercut to Tuke before slamming him into the opposite walls, causing the other moose to become unconscious like his brother.

Nodding to himself, the griffon walked through the door way and towards the centre of the room.

As he passed through the doorway, Celestia’s spiritual image appeared before him, her arms folded, radiating a displeasured aura. Was it really necessary to knock them out like that?

Upon entering the room, the enchantment fell, revealing the griffon to be Fling, who nodded firmly. “We needed them to have a good reason for not knowing how something got in here without them seeing. Them being knocked out by an attacker is the perfect alibi.”

He reached into the tuft of his wing and pulled out the collar.

Celestia took a step back and seemed to stare anxiously at it. This is really it?

Fling nodded. “This is the collar Duneyrr plans... or rather planned to use to make your sister his unwilling, yet completely obedient slave. Without it, his plans for her fall by the way side.”

Celestia radiated disgust as she stared at the foul thing in Fling’s hand.

Fling kneeled, holding the collar out to the astral being. “. Would you care to do the honour, Your Highness?”

Celestia seemed to recompose herself despite still being in the presence of the disgusting object and nodded.

She held her hands out against either side of the collar. At once, a sphere of light surrounded the collar, lifting it a few inches above Fling’s hands, which had pulled back.

As he watched, the sphere began to turn darker and darker until it had come from being a sphere of light to a sphere of metal. One the metal was solid and showed not hit of what was within, the sphere dropped from the air, smashing into the floor bellow.

Celestia and Fling looked down at the sphere for several moments, before the spiritual princess looked to him and he could tell she was smiling.

Thank you.

Fling merely bowed, smiling, before getting und leaving. Now he could go into his early retirement from the castle with a light heart, knowing Princess Luna would not be harmed, with Duneyrr none the wiser. And, with the sphere containing the collar right in the centre of Celestia’s room, no male would be able to remove it.

Author's Note

chapter 7: It's outta here!

Ha! Sucked in for Duneyrr. He's got no idea what's going on.

The collar is safely in the room with Celestia and now it cannot be used against Luna. Duneyrr is so fucked.

Just the epilogue to go, which is already up, so go check it out.