Baron Eisenhuf had an impressive manor, built out of stone and metal. Frieden stood with Madam Haftling at the entrance, a large ornate gate with a stylized B one gate and an E on the other. The Baron even had electricity, with an intercom system wired to the side of the massive wrought iron gates. Frieden had never used electricity, although he’d read about it. It allowed magic to be performed, but without the same kind of energy draw as a spell or rune. The downside was that electricity was very limited, the only society that had perfected its use was the Technocracy, and magic usually caused it to stop functioning.

Most that had it available used it for lights, and little else. Particularly rich ponies might use it for more complex purposes, but a unicorn usually had no need. Even then, only very well off ponies could afford to use it at all.

While Frieden was familiar with the concept of it, even understanding some of the science behind it, he’d never actually used it before. Prodding the intercom with his magic only caused it to crackle as he probed it. Frieden frowned, and Haftling coughed awkwardly.

“Master… You have to use your hoof. Magic doesn’t work with it.” She looked sideways, unsure if she’d offended him.

Frieden only continued to prod it. He didn’t care if it worked, he’d announce his presence how he wanted. What he was doing was probing it, examining the flow of energy and how it responded. It was a curious device for him. He could feel the components, and their draw on his telekinesis. In a strange way the device reminded him of his runes. He didn’t understand the purpose of the circuitry, but he could understand the concept. Energy flowed and was converted, he could feel it.

A crackling masculine voice came over the intercom, surprising Frieden. “Stop playing with the fucking intercom. Use your goddamn hooves if you have an invitation, otherwise beat it.”

Frieden smiled. He’d felt it activate, the surge of power when the voice had come through had been interesting. Carefully, he drew a rune around the circuits—being sure not to interfere with the flow of electricity.

Frieden activated his rune, causing the intercom to turn on. “Thank you for the advice. I’m here with the esteemed Madam Haftling. We must discuss an urgent matter with Baron Eisenhuf immediately.”

Haftling looked silently at him, shocked that the intercom had activated.

“Madam Haftling? Put her on.”

Frieden raised an eyebrow and gestured to Madam Haftling with a smirk.

Haftling gulped and walked closer to the device, glancing nervously at Frieden before answering. “This is Madam Haftling. I need to talk to Baron Eisenhuf. Tell him it is an emergency, council business.”

There was a murmur, and then Frieden heard a buzz as the gate clicked open. “Please come in Madam, the Baron shall meet you in the foyer.”

Frieden reactivated his rune, causing the intercom to click off. He was pleased with the result. An earth pony couldn’t have applied the rune inside the electronics, even if they’d known how to carve a rune. A unicorn wouldn’t have been able to apply a rune at all, only cause an unstable spell matrix to overload the circuitry in the device. Frieden had no such limits. He didn’t have to understand the circuitry to work around it, but given time perhaps he could do more with such devices. Haftling continued to look at him in disbelief. “How did you….”

Frieden just laughed as he strode through the gate and into the courtyard. The world was going to change, and he would be the catalyst.

The inner courtyard was well decorated, foreign fancy trees littered the area along with strange flowers of all types. Frieden raised an eyebrow in surprise as he noticed that there were guards positioned at the entrance to the house. Both earth ponies, and both having guns mounted across their sides.

The earth ponies eyed him suspiciously, but kept their weapons pointed away from him and Haftling. Frieden eyed them back. The green one with two hooves for a cutie mark looked very familiar.

He began to chuckle as he realized that perhaps he hadn’t been the only gang boss to retire successfully. The pony was Nahkampf, a rival gang boss from back when he was still active. He assumed that he had been recruited to work as a guard for Eisenhuf, probably a very well paid position. And the mounted gun would allow him to be effective against unicorns, assuming he fired first.

Frieden paused at the entrance, causing Haftling to bump into him. “Nahkampf! How’s your life fairing? It seems you got yourself a cushy job after the Blutfresser.”

The earth pony guard looked confused. “Uhh… Do I know you?”

Frieden frowned. He’d forgotten that he looked different now. “I knew you. Your gang was very blood thirsty. I was quite impressed with the way they handled Schuldige. Very efficient on your part, taking the mares hostage while you tricked their stallions with a feint. They never recovered, and you gained quite the harem. Very clever.”

Nahkampf smiled, relaxing on his feet. “Heh. That was a good year. All kinds of new pussy. Think I got five of those whores pregnant before we started selling em.”

Frieden chuckled. “You think? Not sure if you fucked them?”

Nahkampf laughed back. “Hey! I always shared with my gang.”

Frieden smiled. Finding someone from the old neighborhood reminded him of why he was doing this. It wasn’t just about his personal revenge. It was about ponies like Nahkampf. Who knows what kind of creature Nahkampf could have been had this city not turned him into the blood thirsty monster he was.

“I see you got a better job. How’s the pussy here?”

Nahkampf shrugged. “Not bad actually. The boss carts in whores for us on the regular. Pays much better, too. Plus I don’t have to worry about fuckers like the Nachtmorde gutting me in my sleep. Those were some scary motherfuckers.”

Frieden laughed uproariously—that had been his gang. They had been known for murdering ponies while they slept. Frieden hadn’t been one for direct confrontation once he ran his own gang. He’d preferred the other gangs fear them, and had intentionally kept them shrouded in a level of mystery to outsiders.

Nahkampf laughed awkwardly, clearly not sure why Frieden was so amused but also not wanting to upset the strange unicorn. Frieden smiled widely, baring his fangs. “Well, Nahkampf. Should you need a job, feel free to look me up. I promise you that I’ll keep you drowning in pussy.” Frieden winked at him. “I could use a ruthless earth pony or two.”

Nahkampf just shrugged, looking awkwardly between the nervous Madam Haftling and Frieden. “Uh… Sure, boss. What’d you say your name was?”

Frieden’s mirth dropped and he glared dangerously at Nahkampf as he answered. “Frieden.” Then he laughed, and walked inside.

Nahkampf stayed at his post and looked to the other guard in concern and confusion.

The other guard shrugged.

Inside the foyer was actually quite impressive. The room was large, with twin staircases on either side and a second floor balcony that overlooked the entry way. The whole thing looked to be ridiculously expensive.

On the balcony, between the two staircases stood a large stone-gray unicorn, flanked by two guards on either side. Frieden noticed that Nahkampf and the other guard followed behind, standing in the doorway and preventing his exit. Frieden chuckled, and began to carve, preparing for the inevitable bloodshed.

The gray unicorn who could only be Eisenhuf shouted down at Haftling. “So, Madam Haftling. You decided to bring your little coup here, along with your new partner.”

Haftling looked confused, and Frieden began to chuckle. “Well, Madam Haftling, introduce me to your compatriot since he clearly knows exactly what’s happening.”

Haftling awkwardly stepped forward, looking between Eisenhuf and Frieden before answering. “Baron Eisenhuf… I introduce my Master, Lord Frieden. Master, this is Baron Eisenhuf. The Council’s general.”

Eisenhuf glared at Frieden. “What does she mean by calling you master?”

Frieden smiled, finishing his carving. “Exactly that, Baron Eisenhuf. She is my slave, no more a serving member of your elite.” He chuckled. “although, there is one member she’s given elite service to.” He turned to Nahkampf and winked, naming one of his gangs working mares. “She’s almost as good as Tiefe Tasse.”

Nahkampf’s gun slowly lowered as realization and fear crossed his face. “Holy shit…”

Eisenhuf slammed his hooves into the ground. “I don’t care who’s rebellion it is. It ends here! Kill them!”

Frieden was surprised when the guns fired, sounding like lightning strikes. The runes he’d carved should have caused the earth pony guards to stare blankly with empty minds. Fortunately, the shield runes he’d put up had worked, and the bullets pelted the invisible field before dropping harmlessly to the ground.

Frieden stood still, confused as the bullets continued to hail around him and the shaking Haftling. The room was filled with the deafening sound of automatic weapon fire. The runes should have worked. They should have at least confused the guards, caused them to mishear or misunderstand the orders from Eisunhuf. The only guard who wasn’t shooting was Nahkampf, and Frieden hadn’t bothered to put a rune under him.

Curiously, he carved a rune under one of the shooting ponies. It paused, looked around confused for a moment, and then continued to shoot at him. Frieden was focused on the strange result when Eisenhuf shouted in frustration. “Like hell I’m letting you get out of here alive!”

A massive ball of iron was flung from off the balcony, slamming into the rune and causing the magic to flicker. A bullet pierced through and grazed his shoulder.

He’d been struck. Frieden stared at his shoulder in disbelief as blood began to drip. Screaming in rage, he called on Sombra’s power. A dark spell flew unbidden from his horn and onto the chandelier. Frieden continued to watch as the guards grew slack jawed and wide eyed, all eyes focusing on the chandelier. The thundering gunshots silenced as an eerie purple light danced across the walls and floor.

Every pony save Frieden stared frightfully at the glittering spell, tears flowing down their face as they were pulled into an endless nightmare. Haftling began to mutter the names of her children, crying out in distress over and over again. The other ponies in the room fell into rambling fears, calling out with tortured voices.

Frieden shook his head as the strange rage passed, trying to figure out what had just happened. His runes hadn’t worked, providing only momentary distraction to the earth ponies. Eisenhuf had nearly broken his barrier, but how? Frieden inspected the ball of iron, checking it for enchantments or runes, but found it only inert metal. Incredibly heavy, but completely non-magical.

Frustrated, he kicked it and sent it into the wall, cracking the sturdy building like it had his barrier rune.

He’d figure it out later. For now, he had something to do. He called on Sombra’s dark power, and used it to knit his shoulder painfully shut, closing the bleeding wound.

He turned back to Haftling, shaking her out of the spell and putting a temporary rune over her eyesight to filter out Sombra’s nightmare spell. She looked up at him with terrified and tear stained eyes. Her voice was shaking and empty, “Why? You said you’d spare them…”

Frieden rolled his eyes. “Look around you, slave.”

Haftling looked, confused for a moment before she noticed the crying, terrified guards. She looked hopefully back at Frieden. “It wasn’t real?”

Frieden glared at her and began to slowly crush her hoof as he corrected her. “It wasn’t real, Master.”

Haftling winced, bowing her head quickly. “Yes, master! I’m sorry, Master!”

Frieden let her hoof go and Haftling held it daintily close to her body as she kept her head bowed.

“Haftling, make Eisenhuf a loyal puppet. After that, make the guards forget this little event. Except for this one.” Frieden turned to Nahkampf.

Haftling jumped up and began to climb the stairs to Eisenhuf. “Yes, master!”

“Wakey wakey.” Frieden filtered the spell out from Nahkampf and pulled him from the trance.

Nahkampf looked around, terrified until his eyes settled on Frieden. “Did you have a good nap, Nahkampf?”

The earth pony blinked away some tears. “Fuck No! What the fuck did you do? What’s going on?”

“It’s simple. Your boss, Eisenhuf is going to work for me from now on. Your friends are going to forget this ever happened, and work for me now. You work for me now. But you have a choice to make.” Frieden bared his fangs in a predatory smile.

Nahkampf dry swallowed, and looked questioningly at Frieden. “Is that really you, Frieden? I uhh… didn’t mean that thing about the Nachtmorde.”

Frieden laughed. “The choice you have to make is simple. Do you want to be like your friends,” Frieden gestured to the other guards, “and forget everything? Or do you want to follow along with your new boss, and drown in pussy?”

Nahkampf looked nervously around the room, noting the devastation. He blinked, shaking himself steady before cracking a weak smile. “Fuck it. This job was boring as hell. If I’m gonna die, it’s gonna be drowning in pussy, boss.”

Frieden smiled back. “Good choice. Two things though. The first one is that you call me Master. I’m not a gang boss anymore, Nahkampf. I’m gonna rule this shithole, and I’m going to do it with an iron hoof.”

Nahkampf shrugged, keeping his smile. “Sounds good to me, Master. You could make me call you ‘Daddy’ and I wouldn’t give a fuck.”

Frieden nodded to Madam Haftling as she limped down the stairs, her task completed. “Second: You ever fuck a unicorn?”

Nahkampf raised an eyebrow in surprise, glancing meaningfully at Madam Haftling. “No Master, I have not.”

Frieden nodded in affirmation. “You wanna?”

Nahkampf’s smile grew wide, showing his several missing teeth after years of street brawls. “Fuck yes, Master.”

“Haftling! Get over here.”

Haftling bowed her head, not looking either pony in the eye. Clearly she’d heard the exchange—they hadn’t been quiet. “Yes, Master.”

“Madam Haftling, I’d like you to meet Gang Boss Nahkampf. He’s an old rival of mine, but I think we’re going to get along well from now on.” Frieden stroked Haftling’s mane with his hoof, causing the mare to flatten her ears in submission. “And you’re going to get along extra well with him, understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice was both defeated and calm. She didn’t like her place, but she understood it.

Nahkampf began to sniff her. “Damn. She’s got expensive perfume and everything.”

Haftling stayed still, letting him sniff around her hair as he paced around her. Frieden stood back, watching the two while he thought about the runes. He couldn’t figure it out, and it was driving him mad.

Nahkampf began to nibble around the base of her neck, moving his body to the side and preparing to climb over her. Haftling was slightly spreading her legs and flagging her tail, preparing for his assault. He bit the base of her neck, causing her to hiss as he positioned himself behind her. “Eager bitch, aren’t you?”

Frieden interjected. “Don’t worry. She knows how to fuck—She’s married.”

Haftling glared at Frieden with an empty stare. He couldn’t tell if she was angry or sad. Frieden didn't care.

Nahkampf laughed. “That so, Madam slut? I’ve seen you come here before. I never thought I’d be fucking a haughty bitch like you.”

Haftling sighed dejectedly. “The world is full of surprises, Boss Nahkampf.”

Nahkampf snorted in amusement. “You don’t sound too happy, Madam. I don’t like it when my girls cry.”

Lowering her head, Haftling gently laid back her ears in submission, signalling to the stallion that she wouldn't resist. “Don’t worry. I have no more tears left for you.”

"You’re a good sport, Madam.” Nahkampf licked her ear, and slid his stiffening cock slowly under her body. “Tell you what. I heard something I’m curious about, and I’ve never had the chance to try it.”

Frieden watched with interest as Nahkampf lifted Haftling’s head with his hoof, forcing it up from the floor. The mare let him move her body like a doll, not fighting or struggling.

Nahkampf licked his lips. “Let me know if this works, bitch.”

Haftling closed her eyes, shutting them tightly and grimacing as Nahkampf began to lick her horn.

Frieden chuckled and leaned on one of the ensorceled guards. Horn jobs were something of a joke among earth ponies, never having an opportunity to actually play with a unicorns horn. He'd experimented a little with Priscilla. She'd liked it, but it had been a lot of work for very little payoff. After a few attempts, he preferred just to fuck the mare. She hadn't complained. But his new friend seemed far more eager to suck on a horn than Frieden ever had.

Nahkampf kept licking, running his tongue up and around her spiraled horn and leaving a thick trail of spit that wet her head and ran down her face slightly. He was eager, licking and sucking around her horn, digging his long tongue into her spiraled grooves.

Haftling began to breathe heavily, but kept her eyes closed as he slobbered on her forehead and ruined her mane with his spit.

Frieden could feel her magic welling up, but it didn’t feel like a spell. He was curious what it would do. “Keep it up, Nahkampf. It looks like she likes it.”

Haftling grit her teeth, keeping her eyes closed as she breathed heavily through the tightly shut teeth.

Nahkampf ran his hoof under her neck, and put his mouth over her horn entirely. He began to bob his head rapidly up and down on her horn, trying to suck on it like a straw and dripping spit from his mouth down onto her head.

Madam Haftling looked hilarious to Frieden. She was standing under an earth pony thug, supporting his weight with her frail, quivering body while he had her horn in his mouth. Frieden could see her carefully styled mane soaked by spit and tossed about in a wild mess. Her teeth were bared, it looked like she was in pain, but she was breathing and bobbing in time with the stallion on top of her. A low grunt started emanating from her throat, clearly she couldn’t help it.

Frieden began to laugh in earnest as Haftling began to rock her head into Nahkampf’s mouthy thrusts. He walked closer to the couple and grabbed her by the chin. “Open your eyes and mouth, slut. Let me see and hear how much you like being used by an earth pony.”

Haftling opened her eyes and forced out a pained and unintelligible moan. “Uuhh!”

Nahkampf lifted his head off her horn, and began to rapidly stroke it with his hooves. “Holy shit. I can feel her leaking all over my cock worse than a whore. This bitch is a slut!”

Haftling glanced backwards, trying to look at Nahkampf out of the side of her eyes as he wildly stroked her horn. Her tongue was hanging out now, constantly tasting the air as her mouth hung stupidly opened. Frieden wondered if she kept it open for air, or if she was so horny she forgot how to close it.

The well of magic in her horn was causing it to pulse, creating a shimmering light show for the amused Nahkampf. “This is fucking amazing. Look at this! I think she’s gonna blow.”

Frieden leaned forward, looking Haftling right in the eyes. She wasn’t home at all, her mind was lost in whatever ecstasy the horn job was giving her. Smirking, he licked her tongue with his, dragging it across her lolling fleshy organ. She didn’t even seem to notice, just keeping up her mindless moaning.

Suddenly, Haftling looked directly at him and laid her ears back completely. Frieden was startled at her rapid change in demeanor, and even more startled when she let out a high pitched whining scream. Her mouth opened wider as her tongue stretched as far out as it could, and a messy pulse of uncontrolled magic spewed from her horn.

Nahkampf laughed, finding the euphoric squirting ridiculous, and continuing to vigorously pump her horn.

Frieden had to step back, the uncontrolled magic activating his defensive runes as it splashed against them and was absorbed. Frieden watched, intrigued as his runes were strengthened by the dose of raw magic.

Madam Haftling squealed, tensing up and then sagging on her hooves and breathing heavily. Frieden could smell her arousal, and saw a wet puddle underneath her as she heaved for air.

Nahkampf kept laughing, resting on her body as he recovered. “Look at you! Madam Haftling, one of the council’s boogeyponies, a complete whore.” He stood up, smirking at her. “You probably aren’t going to even notice when I fuck you, not after that.”

Frieden watched dispassionately as Nahkampf slid into Haftling’s depths, mocking her for being completely soaked and just gulping down his dick with her pussy. Haftling really didn’t seem to care, only continuing to stand there and take deep breaths while the amused earth pony fucked her compliant body like a dripping masturbation toy.

It wasn’t that Frieden wasn’t interested, far from it. He was watching intently. He’d realized something when Haftling’s magical spew had been absorbed by his runes. He had figured out why his runes failed, and why Haftling’s magic-gasm had been so intense.

Earth pony hooves could carve. The light traces don’t usually mess with Unicorn magic unless they’re really focusing, but even a slight scratch would damage his runes. Conversely, a strong earth pony who was very focused could create a hole with their hooves, drawing out magic. Nahkampf hadn’t meant to, but he’d carved out the magic from Haftling, forcing her to spray it out. He’d had a cruel intent that had been transferred to his hooves. It wasn’t a rune per-say, but the hole had acted as a siphon, draining the unwilling Haftling. The erotic act of a horn job had turned into something much more violent and invasive.

Frieden guessed that the forced magical expulsion had both burned tremendously and simultaneously felt euphoric. Spell casting was a uniquely satisfying sensation, depending on the amount of magic you used. And Haftling had used quite a bit, at least enough to leave her temporarily slack jawed and numb to the rest of the rape.

Nahkampf grunted, thrusting deep into Haftling and pumping her soaking cunt full of his cum. He groaned, relaxing on the defiled unicorn noble. “Oh damn. I’m gonna have fun with you. “He chuckled again, nibbling on the base of her neck affectionately. “I hope your husband doesn’t mind.”

Haftling stared at Frieden, her eyes slowly growing more aware as she grew deeply confused at what had just happened to her.

Frieden stared back at her, looking through her to the possibilities that had just opened up for him. If earth pony hooves could carve, and some had more talent than others, he’d just found a student. “Oh, I don’t think that matters any more, does it Haftling?”

Haftling stared at him and answered quick. Her voice wasn’t filled with the usual torment, only confusion as she answered, “No, Master. It doesn’t.”

She blinked in surprise.

Author's Note

I did not review this at all, so let me know what massive things I fucked up.

Also, I'm making some of the rules more clear for Frieden's runic magic. The short - Earth ponies have had famous individuals throughout history that have learned some of these tricks, but never intentionally adapted them to studied runes. They could disrupt magic with a strong will and a hoof, or pace a route to help their crops grow or make a building sturdy. But they didn't understand why it worked, just the ritual of it. It's my head canon for how earth ponies do magic and why they're so ritual oriented/superstitious compared to the other races. Because if they pace a certain route or do a specific dance, it really does affect the outcome of a situation. They just never sat down and compared unicorn Runic magic to Earth pony rituals, not that many earth ponies bothered to write them down anyways.

Frieden had been studying magic proper, and had discovered the carving ability all earth ponies had some level of while simultaneously practicing actual runes, starting this whole mess. His particularly strong carving, coupled with his intelligence made runes a real tool for him, but they took several minutes to create a useful one. All that changed once he got Sombra's horn/body. He's able to use dark magic to carve his runes nearly instantly, and use his hooves to re-enforce a rune and make it permanent.

Earth ponies can just touch his dark magic runes with their hooves, and it fucks up the flow of holes, usually causing the rune to collapse. Imagine taking a complex program and randomly rewriting a bunch of random ones to zeros. You don't have to hit every one, just a a small percentage to permanently fuck the entire program. It'll be different if he carves the rune with his hooves, but that takes time and proximity.

As far as the iron ball breaking his runic barrier, that's another case of discovered limitations. His barriers work excellent against magic because they are effectively magic sucking black-holes. They don't work so good against non magical things, like bullets or a fucking cannon ball. Every impact drains the rune instead of charging it, and continued impacts will quickly overcome the runes natural tendency to absorb magic from the area around it.

Frieden has figured these things out, so I'm including them here. His enemies have not.

Yet.