Author's Note

* I only played the third game and read only one of the books, so I don't know how true this statement is.

The Farm

One of the Caribou that guarded the farm's entrance yawned. Just a half hour more before he could have some fun. Maybe that apple one? Or her sister...

His daydream was interrupted when the other Caribou elbowed him and pointed down the road. The Caribou blinked as he saw a male in armor walk up the road. His face had a scowl on it, "Can we help you?"

"If you want a mare," began the other Caribou, "You'll have to make an appointment."

The male didn't say anything. He just kept walking. The two Caribou glanced at each other uneasily. The male stopped a few yards away, looking at them with cat eyes. He suddenly raised his hand and a gust of air knocked the two Caribou on their backs. Geralt calmly drew his steel sword and stepped toward the closest one.

The Caribou saw the sword and his eyes widened, "W-wait-" he didn't get any further than that as Geralt sank the blade into the Caribou's chest. Geralt heard footsteps and looked up to see the other Caribou running away. Geralt pulled out his crossbow and fired. He missed, but only barely. He huffed as he stepped over the body.

~~~

Applejack fought back tears as the cock within her battered her walls. She looked down at the ground, trying to ignore the tingles of pleasure mixed in with the pain of being raped. She focused on that pain. She would not break. Not to them. She will not break. For Equestria. For her friends.

She heard the Caribou start to pant harder. She knew he was getting close. She was somewhat thankful for being sterile. The other mares weren't so lucky. She winced when the Caribou suddenly hilted himself in her, spewing seed into her womb. The Caribou regained his breath, "Have you finally learned your place as a slut?"

"Buck you."

Applejack found her face smooshed into the ground painfully, "You will refer to me by 'master'."

Applejack managed to speak through the dirt in her mouth, "Buck off-"

She received a kick to the back of the legs and hissed in pain, "Soon you and that rainbow-haired one will learn your place. And you will enj-"

The door to the barn they were in burst open, "S-sir!" exclaimed a panting Caribou.

The leader of the Caribou on this farm snarled, "Do not interrupt me!" he said as he hiked up his pants.

"B-but Sir! A-a male came up and attacked us!"

Both Applejack and the Caribou leader froze. A male attacking another male? Applejack didn't think that was possible. All the males had been "rehabilitated". The leader voiced this concern, "Impossible. All males have been shown the true way."

"I-I don't think it's a Caribou or a Pony, Sir..."

The leader mulled this over, "I will deal with this. Get this whore to her cage."

The Caribou suddenly gained confidence, "Can I have some fun with her first?"

The leader rolled his eyes,"Fine. Just make sure she's in her cage afterwards."

The Caribou grinned and stepped towards Applejack as the leader left, "I haven't had anal in a while. I wonder if you're still tight..."

Applejack sighed, tears spilling out of her eyes. She knew better to fight back. Each time she made a aggressive move, the collar around her neck would drain her Earth Pony magic. If she still tried to fight back, as she learned the hard way, she would be beaten. She rolled over on the bale of hay she was on and spread her legs. She had this one before, he liked to play with her tits. And males always got what they wanted.

~~~

Geralt walked up the road that the surviving Caribou fled to. His eyes scanned the apple trees that were on either side of him. He walked up the trail for a few moments before seeing something. A group of Caribou approached him, six in all. The front one wore chainmail and carried a sword. The rest were clothed in leather armor and were armed with clubs.

The better armed one, the leader he guessed, spoke, voice booming, "Surrender yourself. We will take you to a rehabilitation center where you will be shown the errors of your ways," Geralt didn't say anything, only cracking his neck and readying his sword, "So be it."

The five lackeys ran forward, ready to subdue the strange male. The first of them reached Geralt and swung at his head. Geralt used his superhuman reflexes to dodge. He jabbed his sword into the stomach of the Caribou, who spat up some blood. Before Geralt could withdraw his sword, a Caribou swung down at his shoulder. The club broke against Geralt's armor. The Caribou stared at what remained of his weapon in shock before he was sent flying when Geralt cast Aard.

Geralt withdrew the sword to block another swing aimed at his head. It cut the club in two. Geralt kicked the Caribou in the crotch, bringing him to his knees. Geralt stabbed through the Caribou's heart and out the back. Geralt withdrew his weapon. He dodged another swing and slashed at the attacking Caribou's belly. He screamed as he tried to hold his guts in before being decapitated by Geralt. Geralt quickly pulled out his crossbow as the body fell to its side and aimed at the Caribou that was sent flying.

The bolt passed through the Caribou's neck. Geralt quickly reloaded at looked at the last remaining lackey. Said lackey looked at the bodies of his fallen comrades than to Geralt, "Fuck this!"

The Caribou turned to run away before having a bolt embedded in his spine. Geralt looked at the leader, who was staring at the scene in shock. When Geralt took a step forward, the leader recovered some, "Y-you will pay for that!"

Geralt said nothing as he suddenly ran forward. He cast Aard again. To his surprise the Caribou leader dodged to the side and ran forward too. Their swords met to the side, but the Caribou played dirty. He headbutted Geralt, his horns cutting his face. Geralt clutched his face before having his sword knocked out of his grasp with a surprisingly hard strike. He was shoved back on his back and looked to see the Caribou line his sword to his chest.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you attacking your fellow males?" the leader asked.

Geralt said nothing. He decided he could play dirty too. With all his might, he kicked upwards. His boot slammed into the leader's outstretched arm, breaking the bone with an audible crunch. This forced the Caribou to drop his sword, clutching his broken arm. Geralt cast Aard, and the leader was sent flying onto his back.

The Caribou leader turned onto his belly and struggled to get back up before he was yanked backwards on his knees. His eyes widened as Geralt pressed the tip of his blade to his back. He looked back at the Witcher with utter fear, "Wh-what are you?!"

Geralt said nothing as he ran his sword through the leader's chest.

~~~

Applejack gritted her teeth at the pain of being anally raped. The Caribou over her squeezed her tits hard enough to almost draw blood. This continued on for a few minutes, during which Applejack tried to ignore the building pleasure as the act went on. She closed her eyes, not wanting the Caribou to see her tears.

The barn door suddenly opened and Applejack reopened her eye. Those eyes widened at what she saw. The Caribou leader hadn't come back. In his place was what Applejack guessed was the male that the Caribou raping her had talked about. And she could see he was angry as he watched the act before him.

Geralt glanced to the side and saw some rope. He got an idea. He walked forward, not taking care to silence his footsteps.

The Caribou's raping the mare beneath him ears twitched but didn't turn his head. He gave a grunt and a particularly hard thrust, causing the mare to yelp, before speaking, "How'd it go? Did ya find out what that thing was-"

By this time Geralt had reached the Caribou and grabbed his shoulders. Geralt yanked the Caribou out of the poor mare before turning him around and punching the rapist in the face with enough force to break the Caribou's nose. The Caribou fell to the ground, clutching his face. While he was down, Geralt stomped on one of the Caribou's legs. Hard. The tibia and fibula broke in two and the Caribou screamed in pain.

Geralt left the incapacitated Caribou and went back to the rope he saw. He tied a primitive noose and turned back at the Caribou. Said Caribou had recovered enough to look up at his assailant. His eyes widened in horror as he looked at the noose. He tried to scramble back from the approaching Geralt, "Wh-what are y-you doing?"

Geralt spoke for the first time since the meeting with the first mare, "Killing monsters."

Geralt managed to get the noose around the struggling Caribou's neck. Geralt dragged the choking Caribou under an exposed collar tie in the ceiling. He threw the other end of the rope over it and grabbed it again. Geralt hoisted the doomed Caribou up until his feet left the ground. Geralt tied the rope to a nearby pillar and let the Caribou hang.

Geralt looked back at the orange mare, who was staring at him with huge eyes. He took a step forward only for the mare to scramble over the hay bale and hide behind it. Geralt stopped, "Easy. I'm not going to hurt you."

The mare peeked around the bale of hay. Geralt continued, "My name's Geralt. What's yours?"

The mare stayed silent. Geralt sighed and turned to leave. Just as he reached the door, the mare spoke, "A-Applejack..."

Geralt turned around, "Hmm?"

"M-mah name's Applejack...Y-you're not gonna hurt meh or r-rape meh?"

Geralt shook his head, "No-"

"But yer a male!" Applejack blurted out, "That's all whut males do now. They hurt an' rape!" Applejack realized that she had yelled at her savior and expected some sort of retaliation. None came.

"I would never* rape a woman."

Applejack stared at him before slowly coming out from behind the bale of hay. She covered her breasts and crotch as best she could. She glanced to the swaying Caribou, "H-how many did ya...kill?"

"Seven including him."

Applejack's eyes widened and her jaw dropped, "Ya killed all of 'em?!" The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She grasped her face in both hands, not caring that she was suddenly indecent now, "W-we're free...We're actually free..." She laughed, tears of joy running down her cheeks.

She looked at him with big, green, hopeful eyes, "A-are ya here ta save us?"

Geralt tilted his head, "What?"

"Y-yer gonna save Equestria, r-right?"

Geralt froze. Save an entire country? That be next to impossible. Plus, he tried to avoid politics as much he could. Witchers were neutral for a reason. He wasn't that type of hero. He hunted monsters for gold. He shook his head, "N-no, I don't think I can. I got to get home."

Geralt watched as the hope in Applejack's eyes vanished. Her whole body sagged, "O-oh..." Applejack looked down and Geralt could see tears of sadness now falling down onto the ground. Geralt couldn't stand to watch anymore. He turned and left.

He walked down the road, pushing what just happened out of his mind. Something caught his eye, however. Or rather his ears. He heard sobbing. And it wasn't from Applejack. It was from more than one person. He looked to the right. He could see another structure through the trees. He hopped over fence and drew closer.

It was another barn, albeit smaller than the last one. The sobbings were coming from it. He pushed open the door and what he saw shook him to the core.

Cages lined the walls. Inside them were mares. They were kept like animals. He looked on with wide eyes. Some of the were beaten, evident by the bruises they sported. They all had collars. The ones with purple ones stood up and presented themselves to him. The rest had black collars, and the majority of them shied away from him, trembling. These were the ones who were beat. The rest of the black collars glared at him with contempt.

Within seconds Geralt made a decision. Home could wait a bit longer.