Geralt of Rivia crept through the forest silently. He pulled out his map he found when looted a bandit camp. Apparently it showed where a chest full of armor was. Unfortunately the reason the bandits didn't go after it was because a Leshen supposedly guarded it. The chest was about half a mile ahead. He put the map away and was about to move on when he heard a sound that made him stop.

Crying.

His trained ears pinpointed the sound to the left. Deciding this was more important than finding a chest that may or may not be there, he moved towards the sound. It led him to a large, hollow tree. A white oak. It was petrified. His medallion hummed. The sound came from it. Geralt narrowed his eyes. This was obviously a trap. He turned away before more sounds came from the tree.

"Please, stop!"

"Shut it, cunt!"

Geralt heard grunting and more sobbing. He stayed there listening. He gave a full-body sigh. He probably was going to regret this. He turned and entered the tree. To his surprise, it was bigger on the inside. Inside of the tree was a wooden hallway. It turned to the left. Geralt slowly walked further inwards. The sounds grew louder and Geralt could make out slaps of flesh. He had a pretty good idea what was causing them, but hoped he was wrong. He turned the corner to find the other end of the otherworldly tunnel. He stepped out and looked around the tree where the sounds were coming from.

What he saw made him froze. Two beings were before him, and they were definitely not human. What had the head of a reindeer stood on two legs. He was currently raping another bipedal animal. The black furred creature had her face forced in the dirt ground. She sobbed loudly. Geralt felt anger rise up through him. He hated rape. He moved down the slight elevation where he found himself.

The deer creature heard the footsteps and looked up. He blinked at the disfigured male before him. But a male was a male, and he didn't mind how the thing in front of him looked. He grinned, "You want the bitch's mouth?"

Before the deer-thing could react, Geralt calmly raised his crossbow up and fired. The bolt drove through the deer's head, giving him another horn. The deer fell back, his erection slipping out of the shivering female creature. Said female looked up with wide eyes at her savior. Geralt calmly reloaded his cross bow and put it away. He walked over to her and helped her up. He noticed she had a black collar around her neck.

"What happened here?" asked Geralt.

The female looked back at the deer's body, "H-he wanted t-to have some fun with me before taking me to the f-farm..."

Geralt told himself to later ask where the farm was, "What are you?"

She looked at him, "Y-you don't know?" When he shook his head she spoke again, "We're P-Ponies. He was a Caribou..."

Ponies and Caribou? Geralt thought before asking her another question, "What's this farm?"

The mare shivered, covering her breasts, "It's where we go to harvest apples. S-some of us are bred like animals there...others are just degraded. We're also sold to and from the farm."

Geralt clenched his fists, "Where is the farm?"

The mare pointed up the road. Geralt started to walk in that direction, "Wh-where are you going?"

Geralt didn't answer and continued walking. He was going to pay this farm a visit...

Author's Note

I don't remember exactly what the different collars colors mean. If I remember correctly, black was unwilling/unbroken, red was willing, and purple was sluttified.

Geralt has the Kaer Morhen armor. Fun fact, if you use console commands, you can have this armor level up with you.