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Frieden sat in his cell, contemplating his past. He was surprised they'd let him live at all, the corrupt council usually executed those that displeased them. He'd been involved in a plot to introduce a new ideology to his country. Far away, ponies lived free in the land of Equestria, but here in his little broken corner of the world they suffered under the Council.
The Council was a tight knit group of unicorns who ran his country with an iron hoof, stifling anything new or anything they considered inappropriate. He could understand the need for order, ponies could be monsters as he well knew, but their methods held back his country from being great.
Frieden was a arcanologist. It was a strange title for an earth pony, but it was accurate. In his early childhood he'd grown up on the back streets of this corrupt little country and he knew who was really in charge. The unicorns, the ponies that could do magic. Everypony else was scum beneath their hooves.
So he sought to understand magic. He'd gotten a prestigious position for an earth pony, a shelf stocker working for a kind unicorn librarian. It was a far cry from his childhood on the streets.
When he had been a child, he’d been forced to join an earth pony gang just to survive. His mother “worked” for a local official, but he knew what that really meant. She was a whore. He didn’t know who his father was, and had no siblings. Part of the initiation for the earth pony gang he was in was to catch a pegasus and “ground” it. He’d caught a little pink one, and the look on her face when he smashed her wings had haunted him for years before the last of his conscience died.
He knew she’d never recover, grounded pegasi never did. He’d hoped that she died, but he met her later. He’d been older, he was in charge of a gang then and he was looking for action. He found her working for a gang like any other earth pony might. She didn’t remember him, and he paid her seven bits for thirty minutes. It was all he’d had that day.
He made her look him in the face when he came inside her, hoping that it would replace his nightmares. After they were done, he asked about her wings, and she said that she didn’t remember. Just one day she was flying too low and some jealous earth pony caught her and left her like that. Crippled forever.
That’s when he realized that this couldn’t go on. His world was controlled by the unicorns. The pegasus didn’t deserve what he’d done to her, and he shouldn’t have had to do that in order to survive. He leveraged his gang to get books, and began to study. Soon enough, he found himself in the nicer part of town working for an older unicorn whose magic had failed him. The unicorn was a cripple, but managed a library.
Frieden had offered to shelve his books and help out for half the wage any reasonable unicorn would ask for. The crippled old goat took his offer, and Frieden handed his gang off to his second in command. The transition was far from bloodless, but he’d made it out with all his limbs intact. That was more than some ex-gang leaders could say. He’d seen quite a few of his rivals shoveled off the street and into the garbage carts, either through infighting or an occasional power play on Frieden's part.
He was smart though. He knew that his gang life wouldn’t last forever. If he kept it up, maybe he’d have had a few good years as a leader, then he’d be the one in the garbage cart. So he’d bailed, and done it with style. The old gang wouldn’t look him back up, and any new ones would know to stay far away from him.
In his new life he lived in the basement of the old codgers library. He spent his nights studying magic, law, sociology, warfare, history, anything he could get his hooves on. He spent his days working, helping the old unicorn manage the library.
He grew to be a familiar face, and some of the locals would talk to him. He found a group that preached about equal rights, equal power. They said that ponies shouldn’t be looked down upon because they were different. That earth ponies were just as good as pegasi, or even unicorns.
At first he’d dismissed it as fantasy, but as he learned more about other countries he began to realize how it could be possible. The group called themselves Einheigeist, and the members were just called Geists. They had to stay secret, it was too dangerous otherwise.
Friedan knew they were just another gang, but he couldn’t help himself. The stories caught his fancy, and soon enough he was a member of their secret organization. Since he was an earth pony, they figured the government wouldn’t be watching him closely. So they used him and the library to pass notes and messages.
He became the conduit, the central nerve through which they talked. And of course, he read everything. In a matter of months he had a mental map of every member in the organization, and a clear understanding of their ideals. They wanted every pony to be equal, every pony to have the same shot at life that they should. It made sense to him. He couldn’t help but read their secret missives, he was used to clawing and tearing to get power and information when he could.
All the while he kept up his studies, and began to truly understand magic. He discovered that the unicorns didn’t know it like he did, they couldn’t feel it with their hooves like he could. They practiced and learned spells, but a precious few studied magic itself. Very few unicorns actually understood how their magic worked, and Frieden assumed he was the only earth pony that did.
Months passed, and he made a discovery that he knew would change the world.
Rune magic. It was assumed to be a party trick and was widely known a waste of energy for any unicorn. The runes would putter out quickly and leak their magic. Any self sustaining rune could only perform very simple functions, and any complex rune ran out of power in moments. What Frieden discovered was that he could feel runes with his hooves. He couldn’t see them, not a like a unicorn could through their horn or through a spell, but he could feel them.
With no way to dump power into runes, he experimented with drawing a few simple ones from an equestrian book anyways. While he didn’t speak Equestrian all that well, he managed to translate it enough to practice. But what happened surprised him. The runes would draw power, pulling it from the world around them.
Confused, he rechecked the book he was copying from only to realize that he’d misread the instructions. Unicorns created runes by building them into the fabric of reality, using their horns to create constructs. He’d accidentally translated “Construct” to “Carve”. He’d been using his hooves to carve out the fabric of reality.
Looking deeper, unicorns never carved as he’d just done. He had created a hole, and the hole naturally wanted to be filled. It was probably something that never occurred to unicorns, or perhaps it was something they couldn’t do it all. Curiously, he toyed with his runes, and quickly realized that he could create stable and powerful runes with little effort.
He thought about that. Why had no other pony done this before? Unicorns were a constant stream of energy, holes probably messed with their spells. They probably saw holes as dark or bad in their magic because of how it would disrupt their flow. Pegasi and earth ponies never worked magic, they wouldn’t have the knowledge to construct something functional. At best, an earth pony could disrupt a unicorn’s spell, which was something he’d actually heard of happening. Earth ponies were known to be slightly magic resistant.
He kept his discovery a secret, practicing and learning runes over a few years, until he could whip up a rune to do what he needed in a matter of minutes. He didn’t memorize them, not like Unicorns did with spells. Instead he memorized the process, their constituents. It was a language. In simple terms, once he knew the vocabulary he just asked the universe to accomplish a task. The task could be simple like “Make this sharper” or complex like “Sort this book.” Complex runes took longer and more space.
He also had to be careful, if he created a rune too large it began to draw power from everything near by, including him. He’d realized what was happening one day when he was halfway through a rune that was his body length. It was sucking his life force, using him to fill the holes. He’d quickly erased it before he collapsed on the ground. While his death would have been painless, it wasn’t the end he sought.
Eventually Einheigeist got sloppy, and they were caught. He was ignored, he was an earth pony after all. Frieden stayed low, quietly doing his job until one day, another Geist showed up. Her name was Priscilla, and she was a unicorn. She asked him if any other members had resurfaced, and he told her that she was it. Saddened, she left.
Priscilla came back once a week, and asked the same questions, and left with the same sad look. Frieden found himself growing sad at disappointing her, she was the closest thing to a friend he’d had in some time. After a while, he offered to keep her company, and let her stay in the library for a while as he worked. They chatted, discussing normal things, until one day the conversation had drifted to magic.
Priscilla was surprised at his knowledge, and he decided to share his secret with her. When he told her that he could use magic, she hadn’t believed him, and had bet him he couldn’t do it. She’d offered her body, jokingly commenting on how he’d probably never fucked a unicorn, and if he could do magic she’d let him “Bury his horn”. A coupling between a unicorn and an earth pony would end up with the unicorn being ostracized from proper company, and Frieden had never found a unicorn willing to bridge that gap with him. He took it as a challenge, and proved her wrong.
Frieden had enjoyed proving her wrong. He proved her wrong quite a few times, keeping her in the library’s basement for an entire night.
When Priscilla finally left the next morning, she was obsessed. She returned the next week, quickly asked her usual questions, and then wanted to see some more magic. He asked for more time with her, and they came to an agreement. While Frieden didn’t count Priscilla as a lover, she had been someone close to him, and he had enjoyed her company immensely, and frequently. Their relationship had lasted the better part of a year as he showed her more and more complex runes.
It made it all the more traumatizing when the council killed her during one of his private magic shows. The assasins came swiftly and silently. Both assassins were actual members of the council—Madam Haftling, and Baron Fackel.
Frieden had never kept up with the council, but its member were considered archmages, each specializing in a potent school of magic. The two ponies had apparated into his basement, and then Priscilla had ignited like a bonfire. She’d called out for him to save her, but Frieden had been horrified at her melting flesh, pulling away from the blaze as she crawled desperately towards him.
After that he’d been taken captive. Madam Haftling had frowned at the still floating teacup, and then turned to look at Frieden. He’d expected to be killed, but instead he blacked out. When he came to, everything had changed.
He found himself standing trial between all thirty members of the council. Some were arguing that he could be pivotal the revitalization of their country, and should be made an archmage. Others considered this heresy, there had never been and there would never be an earth pony archmage. Frieden was just confused, still traumatized over the sudden loss of his friend and the jarring change in location and time.
He had refused to cooperate with the council, and they had thrown him in here. This cell had been his home for two days already, and only water had been offered to him. He knew they were trying to starve him into submission, he’d done something similar as a gang boss. But he was done playing by their rules. He refused to cooperate now.
They deserved to die for what they’d done to everypony he’d ever known. His mother had became a whore because of these ponies, he’d become a murderer and a thug, and his only friend had been burnt alive with no trial or question. All of it was their fault, and he would make them pay.
Frieden moved for the first time in days as he looked around the cell. He calculated the space on the wall, the volume of the room, and how thick the stone was. It might be enough. He’d never done a rune larger than his body before, but something terrible was forming in his head. He could see it stretching across the walls and the ceiling, covering the floor and charging the space inside.
Frowning, he realized that there wasn’t quite enough surface area. He’d need more to carve the rest of the rune. He hadn’t wanted to use it, but there was more space in the cell. Exactly enough space to finish his rune.
He took his hoof, and began to carve holes into his flesh. He’d never tried it before, but he had nothing else left to write on and nothing to lose. It tingled, the negative magic disrupting his life-force. The holes would slow the drain on his life-force, but not stop it. Grimly, he decided that his death would be worth it.
The words in Runic would be an epic, a poem of majesty never before seen. They would take every runic symbol he knew and many more he would create as necessary. He would be writing his own book, several hundred pages long across this room.
While the rune was impossibly complex in Runic, in his language it could be translated to a single word—Rächen.
It meant “Revenge.”

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Frieden woke up. His head hurt, and he was surprised to see that he was alive. His body was bleeding magic, spewing across the room in black gouts of negative energy. He was laying in the middle of a large blast mark, likely where the spell had detonated. Frieden shook, getting to his feet. Cautiously, he looked about the room. The rune was silent, its energy expended. He shouldn’t have any magic or life left, but began to feel invigorated the longer he was awake. Curiously, he investigated himself.
He felt larger, and his coat had been burned black from the spell. Frieden laughed, and found his voice booming. His head still hurt, so he put a hoof on his forehead to ease the pain. What he found startled him.
A long curved horn with a sharp point jutted from his head. Frowning, he noticed that his mouth had been filled with sharp teeth. Frieden stood tall and paced the room in confusion.
It was obvious that he had changed. Wracking his mind, he remembered that there was precedence for this. Rarely ponies could become something more. Something much more powerful than any of the three tribes. He had become an apotheosis.
It was said that the rulers of Equestria, the Princesses, had achieved apotheosis long ago. The sisters that ruled Canterlot, the one in the Technocracy, and the mother and daughter of the crystal empire were all alicorns, but that wasn’t the only form an apotheosis could take. Discord was the result of some other apotheosis, and also there had been another. His name had been Sombra.
As Frieden thought the name, his mind opened. Spells filled his consciousness, and knowledge came as well. He understood what had happened.
He had asked the universe for revenge, and the universe had answered. The horn on his head, the body he wore, it was all a gift from the universe, and it all had belonged to somebody else before him. An ancient ruler, powerful and with a keen intellect. He had challenged the might of the world, and shaken it to his core.
Frieden laughed in his cell. It had been over a thousand years since Sombra had been seen last, the purple dragon of Equestria and the Crystal Empire had defeated him. In his mind he saw the crystal heart, the flying princess and a small purple dragon. No doubt that was the Dragon of the Technocracy.
A voice whispered in his head, cold and angry. “Revenge.”
Frieden smiled. Sombra would not be denied, and neither would he. “Of course.”
The voice silenced forever, and the horn was his.
He wanted to test his new power, so he turned to the metal door. With a flick of his neck, he tore a hole through it. With another, he crumpled the entire door into the size of a baseball. Laughing, he stepped out into the empty hallway. There were no guards, only cells.
Frieden ripped every cell door off its hinges, and crumpled them into more little metal balls which he kept floating nearby. He was powerful, the universe responded to his whims, and the horn knew how to do everything. He wasn’t an earth pony anymore, he wasn’t even a unicorn. Frieden laughed as he realized that he was immortal.
A few hopeful prisoners looked out of their cells only to quickly duck back in. Frieden was terrifying, and he knew it. It was another gift from the universe.
Still laughing maniacally at the rush of power he felt, he walked out of the prison cell and into the lower levels of the palace. There were two guards waiting there, curious as to the noise and his laughter.
One was a stallion, a blue and gold unicorn with a helmet for a cutie mark. The other was a mare, a soft yellow unicorn with a scroll. Frieden smiled, and plunged a metal sphere through the heart of the stallion. The guard didn’t even have time to scream before he fell to the floor dead.
The mare did have time, but instead chose to launch a flurry of energy spells at Frieden. He laughed again as the spells were harmlessly deflected by his jetting black magic aura. The power was thrilling!
The mare turned to run, and Frieden simply picked her up off the ground, flipping her over and casually levitating her to him. “Well, what do we have here?” He laughed at her panicked and confused face.
She was crying now, terrified at what was happening. “What are you?”
That was a good question. He should worry about that at some point. “I’m not sure yet.” He grinned at her.
“I… I didn’t hurt you. Let me go. Please!” The guard was a complete mess, crying and begging.
Frieden frowned. Weren’t guards supposed to be tough? He’d faced his death hundreds of times on the streets. This pony was weak. He did not appreciate that. Weak ponies died. “No.”
The guard began to shake, looking between her dead friend and Frieden. “What are you going to do to me?”
He thought about that. He had a few spells he could use on her, but she didn’t seem to be worth the trouble. Maybe he should just kill her with what he had. He levitated a metal sphere over to her, and pressed it against her throat. He deadpanned when he spoke, “Whatever I want.”
The mare began to scream in earnest. Her shrieking began to bother him. Was this what these unicorns were made of? Fear and screams? He’d show them his power. He’d make them suffer. Frieden looked at the dead stallion. The stallion hadn’t suffered enough, the mare would make up for it.
He moved the metal sphere from the guard’s throat, and rolled it slowly down her body. Frieden remembered something he’d seen when he was still a child. Something a pony had done for bits, but things had gone disturbingly wrong. His face grew serious as he focused on the mare, giving her one last chance to be strong. “You should really stop screaming.”
She didn’t.
Frieden floated the metal spheres behind her, and then leaned down to be inches from her face. He wanted to watch her suffer. Slowly, he pressed the first metal sphere into her, forcing it between her legs and forcing her wide.
The guard’s screams reached a new pitch. He felt no remorse as he put another inside her, tearing her flesh open. Blood began to drip from the yellow mare’s backside, running down her tail and pooling on the floor. Her screams reached a fevered intensity as he pressed the two spheres deeper.
She began to froth at the mouth and twitch when he put a third in. He realized that he must be pressing her stomach up, tearing up her insides as she died. The mare’s screams quieted as her lungs were crushed and she began to ooze blood from her mouth.
“See? Quiet.” Frieden kissed her nose. “Good night.”
The guard’s eyes rolled back in her head, and Frieden ripped the metal spheres in every direction, spraying the room with blood. He stood there, breathing heavy and covered in the mare’s insides. Frieden began to laugh again.
So this was power. It was exhilarating. This is what he’d been denied his whole life, and what he’d sought even as a colt. Ponies would fear him, and they would obey him. He could end their lives with a thought. He would tear down this false government, and he would rule.
Frieden stepped forward, trailing blood in his wake, and leaving two empty corpses to contemplate their crimes. He was above their judgment now. He was a force of nature, and nature didn’t allow itself to be judged.
Stepping from the room, he turned and looked over the prison cell. He wouldn’t be going back. Frieden called upon his new magic, and black crystals jutted from the ground. He filled the prison with crystals, trapping or killing anypony unlucky enough to still be inside. They didn’t matter. They were nothing. They never had been anything, just like him.
He had ascended and they had not.
Turning, he climbed to the palace. He would show the council what he had become, and then he would break them. He would tear down this palace, and build a new one, humming with his runes.
As he reached the top of the stairs, two ponies appeared and attacked him immediately. He recognized them. Madam Haftling, and Baron Fackel. He figured they must be the enforcers for the council.
Baron Fackel launched a jet of flame at Frieden, while Madam Haftling loosed a barrage of mental spells. He could see the nature of the magic as it approached, it was as though the two of them moved in slow motion. Fackel’s unfocused spells couldn’t pierce his magic aura, and Haftling’s carefully crafted spells were simple to unravel.
Frieden laughed. “Back to play again?”
The two council members pulled together, and leaned forward aggressively as they halted their assault. Haftling cast a shield spell and shouted, “Who are you?”
“You don’t remember me?” Frieden asked curiously. How different did he look?
The Baron focused on charging a heavy spell while Haftling maintained her shield and answered. “I’ve fought monsters before, but never one like you.”
That amused Frieden greatly. They thought he was the monster. He figured there was no sense in disappointing them. “Don’t you remember? You found me in a basement. I was about to get my dick wet when you  burned Priscilla alive!” Frieden stomped on the ground, smashing his hooves into the stone floor with his strength. He used his magic to create a shock-wave, disrupting their spells and causing the two ponies to stumble.
The two enforcers looked at each other in panic, and then Haftling attempted to cast a teleportation spell. Frieden stopped her, disrupting the flow of her magic by carving into her horn. He surprised himself, he didn’t know he could use magic to do that.
Fackel looked at Haftling’s stuttering horn in panic, and then charged at Frieden as his magic enveloped him in fire. He lunged across the room, a fireball headed right towards Frieden.
Frieden didn’t have time to think. He couldn’t target the inflamed unicorns horn, and Fackel would be able to get through his aura with all that energy. By reflex, Frieden picked up his hooves for an earth pony brawl.
He caught the leaping unicorn with one hoof, and slammed him into the ground with the other, hearing a loud snap and cracking the stone floor. Frieden looked at what he’d just done, and laughed.
Baron Fackel was bent backwards, his back had been snapped and the pony had folded in half the wrong way. What was left of him had been smashed into the floor, and blood leaked out his ears and eyes. Frieden figured that Fackel's insides had been liquified instantly. The corpse wasn’t even twitching.
Haftling was watching with growing horror as Frieden approached her slowly and smirked. “So. Do you remember who I am now?”
Haftling backed away from him, glancing over her shoulder to see if she could run. She looked back and found him smiling as he shook his head slowly side to side. “Y...Yes.”
Frieden stopped and glared at her. “Who am I?”
She got down on her knees. “You’re that… earth pony—Frieden. The one that they wanted to make an… an archmage.”
He was amused. She just dropped to apparently prostrate herself before him. “Oh. Now you think I should be an archmage?”
Haftling looked down to the ground. “I abstained.”
Frieden had passed out, and found himself in the middle of the debate. He hadn’t been interrogated, they must have figured out about his runes somehow. “And how did they know my secrets, Madam? Why was there a question of that?”
Haftling kept her head on the ground as she spoke. “We came to kill Priscilla, but when we saw you doing magic, we… captured you.”
“And I remember nothing of this?”
She began to shake as she answered. “My talent… My spells are for… controlling ponies. You told the council about your magic.”
Frieden looked at the pathetic mare. So she had gotten into his mind and forced him to tell the council everything. That was effective. He was impressed, but then again, the council had been running things for a while. There had to be a few competent ones. Maybe he’d keep those when he took over. Even if he kept them, they still had to suffer.
“Look at me.”
Haftling looked up, clearly scared.
Frieden could use her. She wasn’t screaming like the last one did. He’d see how willing she was to be obedient. “You kept me from fucking Priscilla. I like fucking unicorns, so now I’m gonna fuck you.”
Haftling had to be twenty or more years older than him. She wasn’t a young mare, but her age didn’t matter to him. Just her subservience. Frieden lifted her off the ground with his magic, and spun her around. He set her down on all four hooves, facing away from him.
Sputtering, she protested. “I’m a married mare! I have kids!” She looked over her shoulder in a panic.
Frieden responded instantly. He grabbed her left front hoof with his magic, and squeezed it like he did to the doors. She crumpled to the ground, but she didn’t scream. Blood leaked from under her body, and she wheezed back tears from the sudden and immense pain.
Frieden growled at her. She hadn’t realized exactly how different they were yet. She would learn, or she wasn’t worthy. “I didn’t ask you any questions. I gave you a command. Now stand up, lift your tail, and let me fuck you. Or I’ll be done with you.”
Madam Haftling looked back at him with wide, terrified eyes.
Frieden was running out of patience. He had twenty eight more council members to find. “Say ‘Yes, Master’” and do it, or die.”
Haftling slowly stood up, and balanced on three legs. Tears dripped down her face as she turned away from Frieden and lifted her tail. “Yes, Master.”
Frieden stepped forward, and climbed over her back. He crawled up her body, and pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy. She shuddered underneath him when it touched her.
This felt just like when he’d ripped the guard apart. Frieden took a bite of her hair and relished pulling it through his teeth. She was his now, because he had power. Everything would be his because the universe had gifted him his revenge.
He would leave a bloody trail of broken bodies, taking those that would bow to him and killing the rest. First he would get his revenge against his country, against his people in all their terrible ways. And then Sombra would get his revenge. The world would tremble at his power, just like his new slave trembled.
He forced himself inside of her, causing her to grunt in pain. “Welcome to your new life, slave.”
Madam Haftling cried as he raped her, but she didn’t scream. Her tears were quiet little affairs. Frieden liked her, she had been strong inside. As he fucked her, he felt her splitting around him. He was large for an earth pony, and after his transformation he had grown even larger.
His balls slapped against her dry cunt, at least until the blood started leaking out. He growled as he buried himself deeper in the mare, causing her to finally scream at the pain as he forced her to stand on her crippled hoof.
Frieden snarled aggressively. “I wouldn’t scream if I were you.”
She muffled up, shakily forcing her broken hoof over her mouth to keep herself from screaming. He laughed as she suffered under his cock. This was just the beginning. The world would suffer and they would all come to know his name.
Frieden came inside of her, filling her insides with his thick cum, and then unceremoniously sliding out of her.
He stood back and looked at her swollen, bruised pussy. It was bright red, and dripping blood and semen. Her tail was shaking, she was still holding it up for him even as she cried into her crushed hoof. He leaned down, and smelled her musky, defiled pussy.
Yesterday she probably had no idea she’d be fucking an earth pony. He was going to laugh at the thought, but then he realized he wasn’t an earth pony anymore. Thinking, Frieden licked the blood and cum out of her cunt, causing her to twitch in surprise or pain—he didn’t care.
Stepping back, he looked at his new slave. He had a question for her that he was curious about.
“So how does it feel to be fucked by a god?”
Madam Haftling stared at him, wide eyed and horrified.
Author's Note
Well. This happened. I've been writing something, and I realized I could do a particularly dark story as the prequel. It's not my usual quality, specifically because I'm trying to keep it short, so I can't spend forever going over every characters thoughts and feelings. Kind of the opposite of how I usually write. Dunno. Lets see how it goes!

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Frieden was planning while calming down from his initial rush of power. He was still strong, but the euphoria he’d felt was leaving him. Perhaps he needed to kill something to sate the demon he’d inherited. He thought about killing Haftling, but she’d decided to be obedient quickly and was loyally answering every question he threw at her. Her manners were even getting better, which was something he knew would be rare.
For her part, Haftling was sitting while clutching her hoof and waiting for him to continue interrogating her. He really didn’t know anything about the council except that they were responsible for the sorry state he had lived in, and she was a prominent member.
“And who is actually in charge?”
Sniffling, she answered, “It really is a council, Master. Although, Baron Von Herrscher commands the loyalty of most of us.”
That sounded promising. “This Herrscher… What is his specialty?”
Haftling looked at the ground and then quickly answered. “He’s like me, Master. Except he enhances ponies. I get in their minds and make them obedient. Plant ideas, manipulate them, that sort of thing. He makes them better at things.”
“I see.” Frieden chuckled. “Then I shall crush him easily.”
“Master, what is… how do you plan to handle the army? You are strong, but you are one pony.”
Frieden glanced at Haftling, and decided not to crush her other hoof. It wasn’t wise to punish ponies offering advice, even if they were disrespectful. “Never refer to me as a Pony again, slave. I have ascended. You would be wise to remember that.”
Haftling panicked, throwing herself to the ground. “Yes master! I’m sorry.”
He ignored her to think. He might be able to take the army. Perhaps he should try. He felt invincible, and a display of his divine power might be what was needed to really convince others of his god-hood.
Haftling was still prostrate, and interrupted his musings with a pained question. “Master, will you spare my children?”
It was stupid of her to bring up her children. He had forgotten about that. Maybe he would hunt them down if she angered him. “Perhaps.”
She continued her thought. “They’re on the council. My son, Felsen and my daughter Schnell.”
Frieden thought about it. It made sense that she was asking then. He would meet them soon. If they were on the council, then they would suffer. But their final fate was up to them. “They will serve or they will die, as you have chosen and seen. Hope that your children are wise and strong, Haftling.”
“Felsen is stubborn, and Schnell acts without thinking.” Haftling frowned, muttering to herself. “They are my life….” She looked desperately to Frieden. “When it is time, may I convince them, Master?”
He chuckled at the thought. If she thought she could convince them, he didn’t see the harm. “That might amuse me, Haftling. Do not give me a reason to stop you and you shall have your chance.”
She nodded her head furiously. “Of course master.”
“Take me to the council chamber. I wish to see who’s in it.”
“Yes, Master.”
They left, climbing more stairs. Frieden considered having Haftling walk in front, just so he could watch his cum drip down her leg, but decided that he would be in front. The old mare was pretty enough, but she wasn’t the eye candy he was looking for. Maybe her daughter would be better suited to his tasted.
At the top, two guards waited for them, but Haftling ordered them to stand down. Frieden considered killing them anyways, the mare kept eying him suspiciously and he didn’t like her pink coat.
“Stop, Haftling.”
His slave stopped, and closed her eyes in fear.
“What’s your name, guard?” He faced the pink one. She was a unicorn with a crown of some sort as a mark. He figured she was weak, and felt like he needed to test her.
The guard looked questioningly at Haftling, who refused to look back at her. Frieden didn’t like that.
“I was talking to you. Look at me, not my slave.”
The guard looked confused, and then turned to Frieden while taking a deep breath. She was clearly building up her courage to address his imposing figure. “Sir, I don’t know your business, but this is council property. Madam Haftling appears to be in distress, so I will have to ask you to leave.”
Frieden looked at the other guard. It was another unicorn mare, a green one shuffling nervously back and forth on her feet. She was ready to cast a spell. He turned back to the pink guard. “Your friend is dead due to your insolence.”
He maintained eye contact with the pink guard while the there was a snap, followed by a wet slurping sound. Then the green guard’s body was flung against the wall, landing next to the pink guard.
She screamed, and Frieden frowned. This one was weak.
He reached out with his hoof and grabbed her horn. She tried to pull away, but his strength was monstrous. Lifting her up by her horn, he held her at his eye height. “Do stop screaming.”
The Mare looked him in the eye, and quieted, surprising Frieden. She was hanging by her horn, which he guessed was painful.
He reminded her, “Name.”
The mare stayed silent, and then threw up as he held her. The warm vomit leaked out of her mouth, and fell to the ground in a clumpy dribble as it went down her chin. Frieden smelled piss in the air, and heard a wet splash from the floor. He scowled at her.
“Pathetic.” She wasn’t worth any more time.
Frieden dropped her, disgusted by her body’s panicked expulsions. “Haftling, Kill this one.” He took a step back and filled the hole in Haftling's horn, allowing her to use magic once more.
Haftling didn’t hesitate once her magic was back. She whipped around, and shot a bolt of magic straight at the mare’s head. Frieden watched the spell with interest. It was a mental spell, just as she’d described, but it had a more permanent effect than temporary control.
The mare on the floor was struck by it, and instantly fell silent and still. She lay there as her eyes closed calmly, and her body stopped breathing. Within seconds, she was dead.
“Now that was interesting, Haftling. Is that how you would assassinate ponies for the council?”
Haftling’s response was detached and emotionless. “Yes Master. I commanded her to die.”
Frieden had to ask her something that didn’t matter anymore. “And why was it not you, but Fackel that killed Priscilla? I would have been much more compliant had she died peacefully.”
Haftling stayed detached as she responded, still watching the dead mare. “I was the assassin for quiet kills. When I kill someone, I can make it look like anything. A suicide, an accident, anything at all. Fackel struck the blow when we intended to leave a message. He always made it as painful as possible.”
Frieden felt angry for some reason. “No doubt he enjoyed his job. Let us continue on to your previous masters.” Innocents didn’t deserve what had happened to them, but that didn’t matter. It was the natural order of things, everypony suffered, and Priscilla had suffered the same. Nobody was the exception. He would make sure of that.
“Yes, Master.” Frieden let Haftling lead with her hobbled walk, it was simply more efficient. There were more guards, but he didn’t bother testing them. He simply left corpses when they asked too many questions.
Eventually they reached the council room. Frieden stood before the giant wooden doors and contemplated his entrance. He needed to make a show of it, and came up with a plan.
“Haftling, you will enter behind me and close the doors. Once I have taken my seat, you will lay at my hooves and wait for me to give you further instructions.”
She nodded as she answered. “Yes, Master.”
Frieden rubbed his hooves together in excitement. This was going to be fun.
Throwing the doors open, he stepped inside the large auditorium and shouted in a booming voice, “Esteemed council! I have considered your proposal!” Frieden walked in, interrupting the discussion that was happening.
He frowned when he saw that not all the members were here. Only eleven of them were present, and they were clearly in the middle of some argument. Still, eleven was a good start. He’d find the others.
The unicorns in the room all turned to look at him, most with confusion. One elderly unicorn’s eyes went wide in fear and he began to shake. Frieden chuckled at his response. Clearly he was familiar with at least the legend of Sombra.
A particularly fat one with a white coat stood up and shouted at Frieden, “What is the meaning of this intrusion?” He glanced behind Frieden and saw Haftling enter and close the door. “Madam Haftling?” The fat unicorn glared at her, “What games are you playing? Where is Baron Fackel?”
Frieden answered on her behalf as he walked to the speaking podium. “Oh glorious and wise council of Unicorns. Baron Fackel, is regrettably dead.”
A chorus of gasps filled the room. The fat unicorn turned back to Frieden. “Dead? That is preposterous! Explain yourself!”
Frieden laughed, amused at their fear and confusion. “Very well. Allow me to give a demonstration.” Frieden looked around the room as he climbed up on the podium. He saw furniture made from gold and silver, tables studded with rare gemstones, and fine artwork lining the walls.
“You see, I have been in this room before. But before, I was nothing. I was like everything else in this room, just a tool for you to use.”
The fat unicorn shouted, “Tell us about Baron Fackel.”
Frieden rolled his eyes. “I’m getting to that my esteemed and rotund imbecile.”
The fat unicorn covered his mouth in shock while the elderly unicorn that had recognized Sombra was tiptoeing towards the door, clearly trying to escape before things got worse. Frieden snorted in amusement at their antics. He quickly carved a rune on the doors with his magic, sealing them shut and preventing teleportation as he spoke.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. I was one of your tools.” Frieden picked up every pen, paper, pad, cup, gem, jewel, chair, and table in the room at once, causing the unicorns to tumble to the floor. He swirled them above their heads, continuing to pick up bits and pieces around the room, stripping the walls and the floors until the room was an empty hall.
The unicorns gasped at his power and control. Some began to charge spells. Frieden didn’t interfere with them yet. He had a speech! “And like your tools, I have risen above. I have become something more. I have also changed.” He funneled the material down and around him, breaking it apart into raw components. Gold, wood, gems, iron and ink spread out around him.
Haftling began to walk slowly towards him, hobbling on her hooves as she approached. Frieden was impressed by her enthusiasm. “I have become something great! I have transformed!”
The components reformed around him, snapping and melting as they fused together. Steam and fire shot from behind him as the materials cooled into a large and ornate throne. Frieden sat on the still hot throne and leaned back, letting his body leave an imprint in the cooling metal.
Haftling silently sat in front of him, cradling her hoof tenderly as she gazed out at her previous compatriots.
Frieden had to hold back his laughter. Everything was just so amusing to him now. These Unicorns had made his life a living hell, and now they were nothing but ants beneath his feet. Ants that he could crush or burn as he saw fit. He shouted, causing the ponies in the empty auditorium to step back in fear.
“I have become the new ruler of this land you so regrettably squandered.”
The fat unicorn was shaking in rage, turning red as he stared at Frieden.
“As for your friend, Baron Fackel, he disagreed. Madam Haftling initially had some concerns, but I believe I have convinced her of my authority. Isn’t that right, Madam?”
Madam Haftling looked up from the floor to meet his eyes and nodded. “Yes, Master.”
At this point, some of the unicorns attacked. Frieden laughed as jets of ice, lightning, and magical energy shot at him. Most were harmlessly deflected by his aura. The few that weren’t were easy to dispel.
Frieden continued to laugh as barrage after barrage of magical energy assaulted his throne. He waited, and they stopped their assault. They had realized the futility. When the dust settled they stood together. Ten of them working as one and attempting a joint spell while one old unicorn frantically tried to open the door. Frieden chuckled as he watched the unicorn comically stand against the door and pull with all his might.
He gently nudged Haftling with his hoof and pointed out the old unicorn to her with a chuckle. “Heh. He’s the only smart one.”
She looked at the unicorn, and then sighed, shaking her head.
The joint spell was let loose, and hurtled towards Frieden. It was a disintegration spell, and a powerful one at that. He was impressed. They weren’t trying to save Haftling at all, the spell would destroy everything within ten paces of him.
Fortunately, he’d been prepared. While he’d been joking with Haftling, and harassing the unicorns, he’d also been carving. Having a horn instead of hooves meant that he could carve anywhere instead of only on surfaces. Runes not on a surface wouldn’t last long, but he could make them nearly instantly now with his magic.
If he wanted something permanent, he’d need to do it by hoof. But his horn worked just fine for what he needed right now.
The spell hit an invisible rune, and its energies were disjointed. The swirling arcane energy was immediately reconverted by another rune into life force, and Frieden funneled it into himself. Sitting on his throne, he laughed as he was invigorated by their spell of destruction. Their flowing purple sparks had been converted into little black orbs that he absorbed. He shared just enough with Haftling to heal her hoof, she’d been a loyal servant and he needed to use a stick and a carrot to be a proper god.
“Stand with your master and you will be rewarded. Betray me, and die painfully.” He smiled to her. She nodded, a new light in her eyes. Frieden understood. She’d been going along before, waiting and watching for an opportunity to escape. She’d thought him some psycho. But now? Now maybe she understood that there was no escape. That he was her master forever.
The unicorns stood, panting in the center of the room and looking despaired. Frieden was feeling great from all that energy he absorbed, so he leaned back in his chair and spread his legs.
Frieden looked over the unicorns. “Madam Haftling is going to represent the surviving members of this council. If you choose to survive, you will be mine and serve me. Madam? Use you mouth.”
Dutifully, she crawled between his legs and put his cock in her mouth. She was warm and wet, and her tongue was very soft.
Frieden put a hoof down on her head and chuckled. “You’ve done this before, I can tell. You’re almost as good as the whores back on the streets.”
Haftling didn’t answer, but kept working on his cock.
Frieden motioned to the unicorns. “I am your new god. How about we decide who gets to be my slaves, and who gets to be dead?”
The fat unicorn stomped his hoof. “We’ll never be your slaves.”
Frieden smiled. “I’d hoped you’d say that, tubby.” Frieden carved into the fat one, quickly drawing runes. He noticed that the other unicorns didn’t respond, and the fat one only seemed confused as he was carved into. Frieden realized that they couldn’t see his runes, and didn’t know when he was carving. He began to laugh.
The fat one began to swell. “What have you done?” He shouted.
The others stepped away from him as he grew. His fat rippled up his body, and he fell over. Slowly his skin started to stretch, and he screamed in pain. Frieden watched in amusement, and whispered to Haftling, “You might want a shield. This is going to end messy.”
She continued to suck his cock, but cast a spell to protect her back.
The rest of the unicorns were stepping back from the bloating monstrosity as it rolled on the floor making a horrible screeching noise. Fat started to bulge under the unicorns neck and eyes, and his voice cut into a slobbering sound. A sound like tearing leather ripped through the room, and a gurgle signified the death of the fat pony. He exploded, showering the room in gore.
Frieden grunted, cumming into Haftling’s servile mouth. He hummed happily, realizing that she hadn’t spilled a drop.
The others stared at Frieden in terror as he basked in his afterglow. Everything except for Madam Haftling and himself was covered in gore. “Well. I have one loyal slave. Let’s decide who else gets to live.”
Author's Note
We're gonna make a lot of progress next chapter! So many numbers to go... Also, I kind of like that IDGAF about this story. I can be as sloppy as I want to be and it's not stressful.

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Frieden sat on his throne as Haftling slurped around his cock, cleaning it. He was leaning on one hoof, ignoring her as he eyed the remaining ten unicorns. There were two older stallions (one of which was still trying to get away), one older mare who looked to be several years Haftling's senior, three middle aged mares about Haftling’s age, one middle aged stallion, two younger mares and one younger stallion.
They were all watching him in various stages of distress. One of the younger mares was vomiting, while the eldest mare was stoic and unreadable. The stallions emotions ranged from afraid to angry, with the younger one pawing aggressively and the older ones cowering. They reminded him of young earth ponies seeing their first gang initiation.
“Haftling, are your children here now?”
She briefly looked up from his cock to answer, and then went back to licking and sucking around it. “No master.”
Frieden smiled. He had an idea as to how to sort this out. “Esteemed members of the council. I welcome those of you that are willing into my new court. But I am afraid that I grew up an earth pony. As such there will be some cultural difficulties at first.”
The unicorns looked confused, murmuring to each other.
“When I was a child, to survive I had to join an earth pony gang. I grew up fast and strong, and quickly became a leader of my own gang. But these gangs don’t just take any earth pony. You have to prove yourself first. There are two steps. First, you must prove your strength, and then you must prove your loyalty.” Frieden’s grin grew wicked. He’d let them taste just a portion of his life.
He began to carve as he spoke. It was second nature for him now, as easy as breathing or thinking. He realized that during the ritual he probably became part runic himself. “Once I tell you to start, you’ll begin your initiation into my court. The rules for initiation are simple. I will divide the room with Runes. The runes won’t let you approach me until you kill somepony to prove your strength.”
The unicorns looked at him and then at each other. A few stepped back from the group, and the old one on the door curled up into a ball on the floor. “Once you’ve proven your strength, I will test your loyalty. I will have you serve me as Madam Haftling so aptly demonstrated.”
He chuckled as some of the mares grew a shade paler, and the younger stallion blanched in disgust.
Frieden finished the runes, and stood up, carelessly knocking Haftling to the side. “And now let us begin your initiation!” He was excited to see their mettle. Frieden wondered which of them would crumble and break and which of them would rise to the top, victorious. It had always been interesting to watch when he had been a gang boss. Brutal and nightmarish, but interesting.
The oldest stallion in the middle stood forward and held his head high. “And what if we choose not to fight?”
Frieden smiled. “Then you will all die.”
He frowned and looked at the others before turning back to Frieden. “Then I shall die.”
Frieden was about to punish him when the stallion’s head fell off, and the stallion fell to the floor.
The unicorns looked at each other in surprise, while one of the young mares ran to Frieden’s side of the room. She paused at the foot of his throne, panting and catching her breath. She was light blue, with dark gray hair and a geode as cutie mark. Frieden was pleasantly surprised, and let loose a bellowing laugh.
One of the unicorns angrily shouted, “Traitor!”
The young mare turned around and shouted back. “Oh piss off. He was no saint and you know it. He would have came after me if I didn’t get him first.”
A middle aged mare shouted at her, “How could you?”
She snorted and rolled her eyes, “Easy. He’s been touching me since I was a kid. I’ve been his go to fuck toy for over a decade. I’m done with him. If I’m gonna bend over and be fucked, it’s gonna be by the guy in charge.”
Frieden chuckled. She had guts, and knew what she wanted. She’d make a good slave. And she was much younger than Haftling, probably a scant twenty years old. That was more his type.
“Well then. Tell me your name, slave.”
She turned and bowed low to him as the others whispered in disgust. “I’m Edelstein, Sir.”
“Call me Master, Edelstein. Now show me what you can do. If you’ve had a decade of practice, why don’t we skip the blow job?”
Edelstein looked up and smiled smugly. “Yes, sir.” She climbed up the throne and crawled up his stomach as he leaned back and let his cock stick up.
Haftling laid down on the floor, quietly watching the unicorns with a weary eye as her master was mounted.
Frieden let the young mare guide his cock into her, and then slowly press down on his body with a pained groan. She leaned into him, putting all her weight on his body as she pressed her head into his chest.
She moaned, clearly putting on a show, “Master… You’re so big it hurts.”
Frieden clutched a hoof around her back and pressed her into his chest. She was small, much smaller than Haftling, but she was stretchy. It probably was quite painful for the little mare, but she was putting on such a good face. And even though she had jumped him so quickly, she was already wet inside.
He gripped her hair, and stroked her mane, whispering into her ear as he watched the others over her shoulder. “That’s a good little slave. Keep it up and make me cum. Put on a show for them.”
She moaned loudly then, and began to slide up and down his dick, leaning forward to let the small congregation of ponies see her little pink pussy impaled by his large coal black cock.
Frieden spoke to the Unicorns as Edelstein fucked him on his throne, “This is the fate of those who serve, and that,” He pointed at the decapitated council member, “Is the fate of those who don’t. Choose your fate now, or I’ll choose for you once I get bored. And what I choose will be far worse than anything you’ve seen yet.”
Frieden grunted as Edelstein grew more heated. Her pussy was wet after his speech, and the liquid was dribbling down his cock and pooling around his balls. She was squeezing his cock with her cunt, and moaning as she slid along his length.
He ran his fangs through her hair again, figuring that she got off on fucking powerful ponies. Frieden smiled as he fucked the young council member. She’d make an excellent slave.
As she rutted him, he watched over her shoulder, sizing up the ponies. He saw them pairing off. Some getting into battle stances, others protecting each other. He noticed a particular pair of two middle aged ponies, a stallion and a mare. They stood face too face and were whispering. The mare was crying and shaking her head, and the stallion was grimly nodding as they whispered to each other.
Letting Edelstein groan into his ear, he felt her squeeze and cum around his dick, gushing her juice over his throne. He grunted, but kept fucking her quivering pussy. Edelstein didn’t even slow down, she continued to ride him and moan, putting on the show he asked for and then some.
“Madam Haftling, clean up my throne with your tongue. Edelstein is making a mess.”
Frieden watched the middle aged couple curiously. Around them, ponies were starting to throw spells, but they seemed to be off limits.
He felt a tongue lapping around his balls, and heard a slurping sound as Haftling did as he ordered.
The couple leaned forward, with tears in their eyes, and they kissed. Frieden watched as the mare touched her horn to the stallions head, and cried out in anguish. The stallion’s hair burned as electricity arced through him, but the stallion stayed stoic. He fell sideways, hitting the floor dead without ever even flinching.
The mare cried, walking blindly through the melee with tears streaming down her face. The others ignored her, dancing around her, but never attempting to touch her.
Frieden came, filling Edelstein with his cum, and grunting as it ran down his cock. She moaned throatily into his ear, and quivered one last time. He didn’t care if it was for show or not, this little mare was an excellent fuck toy. She must have had plenty of practice. He chuckled at the thought of her suffering like an earth pony mare.
“Good job, Edelstein. Now, get off me and help clean out Madam Haftling. I left her bloody and bruised earlier, and your tongue will provide some relief for the old mare.” Frieden wasn’t paying attention to Edelstein anymore. He was eying the newcomer instead.
She was light gray, and had an arcing spark as her cutie mark. After what he saw, he could guess her talent.
Edelstein climbed off him, and then looked at Haftling in disgust. “I’m not into mares, Master.”
Frieden didn’t answer. Instead he stood up and began to walk towards the gray mare. He began to squeeze Edelstein’s body, compressing her slowly like he did earlier to the doors. She crumpled to the ground in sudden pain and shouted, “Yes Master! I’m sorry Master!”
Frieden didn’t even turn around when he let her go. He didn’t see the blood leaking from her nose and eyes, but he did hear the sound of wet licking as she obeyed him.
“And what is your name, Esteemed member of the council?” He glared at the gray mare.
“I am Madam Donnerkopf, Master.” The mare was still crying, but her answer was swift.
“And who was that I saw you kill?” Frieden asked curiously.
“My husband, Baron Gefrorener Sturm.” She said coldly.
“Why were the others ignoring you, Madam Donnerkopf?”
“Because I could kill them instantly, Master.” She continued to stare at him, her face cold as her tears dried up.
“How do you feel right now, Madam? After just killing your husband?” Frieden watched her closely.
“Emotional. I am filled with hate, Master. I want to destroy you. I will grow less emotional with time, but my hate will never go away, Master.” She continued to stare coldly at him.
Frieden laughed. “That’s very practical, Madam. I approve of your honesty.” Frieden glared darkly at her, “Although, perhaps I will enjoy proving you wrong.”
She continued to stare coldly at him, and didn’t answer. Frieden shrugged. “Well, turn around and lift your tail, Madam. It’s time to prove your loyalty if not your affection.”
She clenched her teeth and responded,“Yes, Master.” before turning around and flagging her tail for him.
Frieden was still soaking wet from Edelstein’s dripping pussy, so he wasn’t worried about the frigid mare being dry. He’d be wet enough to get started and then either her body or her blood would do the rest.
He looked up and laughed as a pony was thrown back from his runes. They’d tried to cross without killing anyone. It had been the other middle aged mare, it looked as though she was panicking. Grunting, climbed on top of the electric mare, and felt a tingle of static in her skin.
Frieden forced his way inside, hilting her with the first thrust. She was wide, not like Haftling or Edelstein. He easily slid in and out of her body, her dry skin sticking to his slimy cock as he spread her. She stayed stoic, completely unresponsive as he used her. He grunted as he thrust. This mare wasn’t much better than masturbation, she was completely unresponsive, and she wasn’t growing wet at all. Still, her loose pussy was a nice change of pace from the other two mares he’d fucked.
He continued to thrust into her, imagining how he was going to change her. He would make her a kind and affectionate lover. She’d kiss him, and her pussy would be wet whenever he wanted. Grunting, Frieden laughed at the image in his head as he looked down at the cold, empty mare.
A scream distracted him, and he turned to watch another pony cross over the line. This time it was the young stallion. It looked as though he’d killed the middle aged mare that had fallen from the runes. The stallion kept his eyes down as he approached, and silently waited in front of Donnerkopf.
The dead mare was slouched over, leaning against the glowing translucent wall of runes with blood oozing from her face. It seemed that she died from an impact to her head. Frieden kept fucking Donnerkopf as he called the stallion over. “What’s your name, kid?”
“My name is Fernost, Sir.”
Frieden thrust hard into Donnerkopf, and stayed buried deep as he turned to Fernost. “I’m only going to tell you once. Call me 'Master.'”
“Yes Master.” The stallion was angry, but didn’t do anything. He looked to be in his early twenties, was red with light brown hair, and had a slide rule for a cutie mark.
Frieden lay down on Donnerkopf to nibble on her neck, ignoring Fernost for a while. Three had come out, that meant four were still in the foray. The old coward, a young mare, a middle aged mare, and an old mare.
The three in the middle were facing off, with the younger mares working with the older one to hold the middle aged one off. The coward was still hiding, but Frieden noticed the middle aged mare inching back towards the old unicorn. He figured that she must know she’s out matched by the two, so she was going for the easy kill.
Frieden bit Donnerkopf’s neck hard, thrusting into her and causing her to finally squeeze his dick as she clenched in pain. He pulled back, and noticed that he left two bloody holes. Frieden chuckled as he fucked the mare. He had forgot that he had fangs now. Licking the blood off his lips, he looked at the young stallion and saw fear in its eyes.
Frieden’s balls clenched, and he squirted inside the sturdy unicorn's cunt as he held eye contact with the young stallion. Frieden licked the blood off his lips, and pulled out of her as he was still cumming. His quivering dick sprayed an errant spurt of cum down her leg.
Frieden realized how much sweeter the blood tasted when it wasn’t his own. Giving Donnerkopf one last affectionate lick, he swatted her ass. “I’m done with you for now. Go play with Edelstein and Haftling. Make a triangle on the floor or something while you suck on one of their cunts.”
Donnerkopf walked away without turning to him as she answered, “Yes, Master.”
Frieden glared aggressively at Fernost. “Your turn.”
Author's Note
Shit. It just keeps going. I had to break this up into two chapters. Second half is on the way. BTW, this story is called "vomit" on my harddrive. That's what I think of this story. lol. Of course, if you're into this sort of thing, it's probably not terrible. I'd love to spend more time with the characters honestly. I'm beginning to regret doing the story this way. They've all got their own history, likes, dislikes, etc. But I can't go through that for this thing. This is supposed to be short, dammit. It's just a shitty prequel!

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Frieden walked forward, inspecting Fernost. He was young and strong. There was a fire in the young stallions eyes, an untamed anger. Frieden had demonstrated his dominance in a gang before. He wasn’t afraid to fuck the young buck. Usually they were much more docile once you’ve shown them how in charge you really are.
“So, Fernost. Which of the mares over there do you want to screw the most, eh? Surely there is one?” Frieden nudged the stallion in a friendly manner.
Fernost seemed surprised, and stumbled over his words. “I… if I had to… I…” He looked at the three on the floor and gulped.
Frieden sidled up next to him, pointing at the three mares on the ground. They each had their noses buried under another's tail, and had made a triangle of flesh at his command. He listed them off to Fernost. “Well, Haftling is a pretty good fuck. Plus, she’s one of the enforcers. That has to be sexy, yeah?” He glanced at Fernost, smiling.
Fernost gulped. “Yeah… “
“But then again, she’s old enough to be your mother. And she has children on the council! Are you friends with Felsen or Schnell?” Frieden nudged Fernost again. “Or perhaps more than friends?”
Fernost’s voice cracked as he glanced at Frieden. “Just friends!” He gulped looking back at the lazy orgy. “Uhh… yeah. We grew up together.”
“Oh. Your friend's mom. That sounds hot.” Frieden waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “But there are two other mares over there.”
Fernost shuffled nervously. “Yeah.”
Frieden was smiling. Fernost hadn’t called him master, he would suffer for that. Maybe he’d figure it out as they kept playing this little game. “And Edelstein… damn. That mare is just burning hot, isn’t she?”
“She’s very… pretty.” Fernost closed his eyes in a slow blink.
“I just fucked her, and let me tell you. She was energetic. That mare has got it going on. Easily the best out of the three when it comes to enthusiasm.” Frieden put an arm over Fernost’s shoulder.
Fernost just swallowed nervously.
“Maybe younger mares aren’t your thing? A shame, she really is a good fuck. Well, that just leaves Donnerkopf.” Frieden sniffed. “She wasn’t much in the sex department really. But she is built for it.”
Fernost looked at Frieden curiously. “Built for it?”
Frieden pointed with his other hoof, smiling as he talked. “Yes! Her cunt is huge. She’s great for a large cocked stallion like myself. And she’s so strong, she supported my weight without flinching. That takes some serious muscle.”
“Oh.” Fernost seemed embarrassed.
“And think about her magic! She tingled when I touched her. Just imagine the things she could do to you if she wanted to. The trick with that one is getting her to want it. But you probably know her better than I! What’s your take on Madam Donnerkopf?”
“She’s very… strict.”
“Strict, Fernost? And how would you know?”
“She was my mentor for the circle. She taught me… everything I know.”
Frieden raised an eyebrow. “Did she teach you anything like that?” He gestured to the orgy.
Fernost blushed slightly. “No. She’s very… uh… reserved.”
Frieden laughed. “Not anymore, Fernost. She’s my slave now. I’m going to fuck her and cum in her often. I’ll teach her to… lets say… open up a little. Ha! She will have no reservations.” Frieden added darkly as he took his hoof off of Fernost’s shoulder. “None of them will.”
Frieden looked briefly under Fernost, noticing his erection. Perfect. “But now we get to you, Fernost. You are my slave as well, and you have made a grave mistake.”
Fernost turned to look at Frieden, with fear suddenly in his eyes.
“You have forgotten to call me master, and you failed to tell me which one you wanted to fuck. It’s your loss, Fernost.” Frieden shrugged.
Fernost panicked, dropping to his hooves. “I’m sorry master! “ He paused for a moment and then added a panicked, “Madam Haftling! I’d fuck Madam Haftling, Master!”
Frieden shook his head and clicked his tongue disapprovingly. He began to carve with his hooves, running them across Fernost’s back. This rune would stay until he dispelled it. If he dispelled it.
The Rune complete, he had Fernost stand up again. “Up, Slave.”
Fernost stood, confused at the tingling sensation on his back. “What… what happened, master?”
“I punished you, slave. And helped myself.” Frieden chuckled as he waited for the stallion to figure it out.
Fernost looked around, unsure of what had changed.
Frieden egged him along. “Let’s discuss Madam Haftling again. Just imagine how I was lodged into her pussy, your friend's mother whimpering under my dick. I took her earlier, not half an hour ago I came inside of her. Now she’s going to be my slave, and I’m going to fuck her often. She’ll become so used to sex that it will be nothing. Think about that, her spreading her slutty cunt, still dripping with my cum. Imagine it, Fernost.”
Frieden watched in amusement as the stallion looked over at the three mares, and then glanced back at Frieden. Frieden felt the energy flow into him, as his erection grew. He began to laugh as Fernost looked more and more concerned.
“Master… What did you do to my… to my thing?” Fernost was scared again.
Frieden just laughed. “I stole your, oh, let’s call it virility. I’ve already came four times in the last hour, I wasn’t sure how many more I had in me. But with you as a power source, Ha!”
Frieden glanced under Fernost, and noticed his dick had completely retreated. Frieden laughed sadistically, while Fernost stared in horror. “Of course I’ll let you go fuck them after I’m done with you. Not that you’ll be able to. I’ll have all three of them dripping over your body, and you won’t be able to enjoy it.”
Fernost whimpered.
“Learn to be a better slave, Fernost. Maybe take some lessons from Haftling. If you prove yourself before I forget about you, maybe I’ll remove it.” Frieden moved behind Fernost, sliding up his back and leaning down to nibble on his ear. The little stallion began to cry as Frieden whispered in his ear. “Now tail up, buttercup….”
Frieden pushed his dick forward, nestling it against Fernost’s dry asshole. “Fair warning. This is going to hurt like hell.”
Fernost screamed as Frieden forced his massive cock through the tight sphincter. Frieden bit the stallion’s ear, drawing blood as his dick pressed deep into the younger male. It was gritty in his ass, and his skin stuck and clung to Fernost’s gut as Frieden forced his cock deeper.
Shaking, Fernost began to twitch his legs in pain, spreading them to let Frieden get easier, less painful, access. Frieden just grunted in approval.
Frieden began to fuck him then, plunging his dick deep into the other stallion, making sure to press his dangling balls against Fernost’s own. He let go of his bite, and licked the sweet blood off his lips. “You’ll get used to this. After a while, you’ll learn to enjoy it.”
Blood began welling around his dick, providing lubrication and letting Frieden thrust faster. The young stallion’s vitality was flowing into him, making him harder than he’d been in years. Frieden laughed, feeling like a youngling as he raped the stallion’s ass.
It was better than when he’d been a gang boss. In the gang, they’d wanted to be his bitch. They’d wanted to prove their worth. But here? Here Frieden was making them. He was forcing them to belong to him, he was exerting his power. In a way, he was carving them. They were growing into a rune for him to use, a powerful spell he would crash across this country.
Frieden laughed as his cock sprayed Fernost’s inner gut with cum. He leaned down, forcing the stallion to bend his neck sideways for a kiss. “Who’s your master, Fernost?”
The stallion answered, Frieden’s spit still in his mouth and his asshole stretched painfully with Frieden's cock. “You are, Master.” The fire was gone from his eyes.
Frieden stepped back, pulling his still hard dick out of the stallion with a disgusting slurp. It was covered with blood, and stained brown with shit. Frieden walked in front of Fernost and glared menacingly at the shaking slave. “Now clean it.”
Unceremoniously, Frieden climbed over Fernost’s head and shoulders, shoving the young stallion under his body. He felt a tongue tentatively lick his cock, and sighed contentedly. The last four were still in the ring, but the middle aged mare was about to make her move.
Frieden watched as he got his cock cleaned, slowly thrusting it into and out of Fernost’s gagging mouth. The mare was backing up, getting closer and closer tot he cowering stallion as she pretended to retreat from the other two.
To everyone’s surprise but Frieden’s, she suddenly bucked the old stallion in the head, and then turned and jammed her horn into his neck, causing a small spurt of blood as the old coward died. Frieden raised an eyebrow. That had been sloppy, but effective.
The victorious mare looked nervously between the other two, and then broke off at a run for the runes, passing through easily and then collapsing.
The two mares that were left looked at each other and then stepped away. It was down to one on one, and neither looked like they wanted to fight.
Frieden Shoved his dick all the way down Fernost’s throat, and then pulled it out in a swift motion. Without moving, he asked his slave, “Is it clean yet, Fernost?”
Fernost coughed, and then sputtered his answer. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. Go take Edelstein’s spot. She’s eating out Madam Haftling’s pussy. Tell her to suck your dick. Donnerkopf will clean your asshole. You won’t get anything out of it, but I’m going to need some enthusiasm.” Frieden pushed Fernost out from under him, sending the stallion sprawling.
Fernost got up, coughed, and turned to the orgy in front of the throne with tears in his eyes. “Yes, Master.”
Frieden walked to the new mare. “And what is your name, Slave?”
The slightly pudgy mare was out of breath, “Master, I’m…. Madam Wald-Eule. At your service.”
He looked her over, noting that she was green tinted with a light blue mane and tail. Her cutie mark was a pair of sharp bird eyes. Perhaps she was a diviner, or some sort of naturalist mage. It didn't matter.
“Well, Madam Wald-Eule, it’s very nice to meet you. I’m your new master. Before we begin, I have a question.” Frieden nodded to the two ponies still alive on the other side of the runes. “Why did they gang up on you, and why are they not fighting anymore?”
Wald-Eule looked at the two ponies and frowned. “That’s Madam Wustensonne and her granddaughter, Morgentau. They were hoping to kill me, and then kill Baron Geheimnis. They couldn’t get him first, because I could beat either of them alone, so they attempted to kill me first.” She shrugged. “It was really their only option once Fernost killed Madam Ungeschickt. I’m not angry about it, just sad that it worked out that way.”
She frowned. “Morgentau really is a lovely girl, but I’m not going to die for her or her ridiculous grandmother.”
Frieden looked closely at the two survivors. Neither was preparing a spell. It looked as though the girl had vomited earlier. They needed some encouragement, so he called out to them.
“Esteemed Madam Wustensonne and gentle lady Morgentau. The choice is yours. I will have Madam Wald-Eule prove her loyalty, and then you will be judged. If you have not made your choice by the time I am done with her, I will kill you both.” The young one began to cry, and the old one stared at him with dead eyes. Frieden didn’t care.
“As for you, Madam Wald-Eule, I’m not sure Fernost finished cleaning my dick. Why don’t you check, and give it a good oral cleaning just in case.”
Madam Wald-Eule frowned, but didn’t hesitate. She’d seen what he’d done to the previous ponies, this was no surprise. “Yes, Master.”
As she dipped underneath him, Frieden hummed happily. Things were going well. He had taken care of a third of the council already. Counting the corpses, and his slaves, he was down to an even twenty. His next step was to restructure the castle, and prepare a new government.
He sighed as Madam Wald-Eule took his cock in her mouth. Her tongue was like warm velvet, a far cry difference from Fernost’s rough ministrations. Then again, she didn’t start with a shit covered dick.
First he would enjoy his new slaves for a while, clean up the throne room, and wait and see if any council members pop in unexpectedly. Sighing, he let her work underneath him, her hot tongue caressing his underbelly as she sloppily licked and nuzzled his cock.
Looking his slaves over, he decided they weren’t fit to rule. He’d drain what knowledge they had, use what was left of their authority, and then make this a dictatorship. He wasn’t under any illusions. He’d be a tyrant. But everypony would have a fair shot under his rule. Nopony would get an easier life because they were born with wings or a horn.
Frowning, he decided what he was going to do with the pegasi. They wouldn’t be allowed to be separate just because they could be. Everypony would live like earth ponies. Once it was time, he’d bring their clouds down, crashing them into the city. What a day that will be for the young gangs of earth ponies. He laughed as he saw in his mind how many pegasi were going to be grounded by his wild brethren.
Maybe he’d do it slowly, at night while everypony slept. They would wake to discover the situation, and not know why it had happened. The prowling night gangs would have a field day, popping into and out of grounded cloud houses, grabbing the mares and stallions, permanently grounding their children while they slept. There would be many more pink coated gang whores. He frowned momentarily for some reason.
Frieden knew the transition would be rough, and thousands would suffer at first. But once the clouds settled, once the unicorns and the pegasi and the earth ponies were equal, he could strive for greatness. From the wreckage of this pathetic little country, he’d grow an empire!
Frieden’s cock quivered, filling Wald-Eule mouth with his sticky seed. He groaned, and thrust his slimy cock deeper down her throat. She licked and sucked keeping it hard as he thrust. He laughed at the influx of sexual energy he was getting from Fernost. The poor stallion was in the orgy, licking and being “serviced” but to no avail.
Frieden’s dick twitched. He could stay hard forever like this. He let loose, cumming again at Fernost’s expense. Frieden’s dick felt like a hose, and he decided that Fernost was going to keep that Rune for a long time, regardless of if his behavior improved or not.
Pulling the mare out from underneath him, he threw her onto the ground. She started to get up, but he held her down with his magic as he descended over her. “No." He put his hooves over her arms, holding her as he positioned himself over her exposed pussy. "Like this, slave. I want to see your eyes when I fuck you.”
Madam Wald-Eule nodded, tears in her eyes from the rough treatment. Frieden slid into her body easily, his dick coated in his own cum and her spit. She was dry, but he didn’t even notice as he began to fuck her. He smeared her across the floor, thrusting powerfully into her as he raped her.
She wasn’t particularly tight, but her soft thighs jiggled as he pounded her. Laughing, he directed some of his excess sexual feed from Fernost into the mare, and she suddenly began to moan.
He leaned down, and kissed her, tasting her salty spit and leaving his in her. She wrapped her hooves around him as they fucked, and he felt her quiver and groan in ecstasy as Frieden claimed her.
“How does it feel slave?” He taunted her, cumming into her again and filling her with his seed.
“Hot Master. Good master. Oh Master!” She screamed, unable to stop herself. Frieden kept going, Fernost was still getting his soft dick sucked by Edelstein. Not to mention his mouth was still buried in his friend's mother’s pussy while his teacher was eating him out.
Frieden laughed maniacally at his power over these fools as he forced orgasm after orgasm into himself and into Wald-Eule. The mare didn’t understand what was happening to her, but she knew it was him doing it. Fernost was probably hurting now, drained of his virility.
Wald-Eule grabbed him, screaming his name as he held her soft body pinned to the floor. She passed out, her eyes rolling into her head and her body convulsing randomly. Frieden panted over her unconscious form, even he was exhausted after that little display. He stood back up slowly, stretching as his still hard dick slid out of Wald-Eule’s abused pussy.
He faced his slaves, watching their orgy in silent contemplation. Fernost was almost unconscious, he was only barely able to move. The girls, however, were still working just as furiously as they had before. Maybe he’d put the runes on more ponies. That would be fun.
He decided that the game was over. He needed to see who won, and who lost. Grinning, he shouted, “Time’s up!” before turning around.
Author's Note
Maybe I should stop writing this. It's pretty terrible. But I want to keep it going to zero. Chin up! I'm a third of the way there. Also, Maybe I should write slower? Or put more ponies in each chapter... There's gonna be more murder after this. Not too many of the latecomers are gonna make good slaves for Frieden. Then again, he started off with a worse than 50% ratio. Oh well!

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Frieden turned, curious as to who would still be standing. To his delight, both were. The older mare was yelling at the younger one.
“You are weak! If you can not kill me, you won’t survive.” Madam Wustensonne was berating her granddaughter, shouting and lashing at her with magic. “Pathetic, mewling suckling worm! Strike back you fool! Kill me!”
For her part, Morgentau was cowering with tears running a river down her sobbing face. “I can’t Gran-mama! Please stop. It hurts!”
Frieden shattered the runes, careful to reclaim their captured energy, and calmly walked towards the duo. “Continued violence is unnecessary, esteemed Madam Wustensonne. You have chosen.”
The old mare grit her teeth and turned, putting herself between Frieden and her granddaughter. “Lord and Master Frieden.” She bowed. “I beg you, allow me to speak.”
Frieden considered. He had made a declaration—they would both die. But there was no harm in letting the old bat plead. She had called him Lord and Master, and Frieden wasn’t above letting some decrepit unicorn attempt to butter him up for his own amusement.
“Speak, Madam Wustensonne. I would hear your plea.”
The unicorn stayed prostrate, keeping her head down. “My granddaughter is a weak, pathetic, and sniveling coward, Master.”
“Then perhaps you should have killed her.” He smirked.
“My death is already assured, I would only gain days, a few months at most. You would have no prolonged use of me, and we both know it, Master.”
Frieden laughed. The old bat was probably right. While her magic seemed strong, her body looked frail. He would kill her when she began to slow him down, and he doubted she would last through any real fucking. “Hah. You speak the truth, Madam Wustensonne.”
“Had my granddaughter survived she could serve you. Even if she is weak and a coward, she is young and has good blood. She could bare you many healthy foals.”
“A pity she isn’t going to.” Frieden stared at the old mare cruelly.
“Please master, I know she has failed, so I offer a compromise. A way to kill her, to fulfill your commandment, but also a way to allow her to serve you.”
Morgentau sniffled back a sob, sounding hurt. “Gran-mama?”
Madam Wustensonne shouted back, sounding both disappointed and angry. “Shut up, child. You have failed and are not worthy to live. But if he agrees, our blood will live on.”
Frieden gauged the callous mare. She was betraying her own granddaughter for their lineage. He frowned. That was a game that old unicorn nobles played, bloodlines had never mattered to earth ponies. The young always suffered for the old. Then again, he had planned on them suffering.
His eyes glared dangerously. “Explain, corpse. And quickly.”
“Yes, Master. Madam Haftling has a spell that will kill a pony, but leave them alive.”
Frieden frowned. “I’m afraid that makes no sense, corpse.”
Wustensonne spoke quickly, telling him how it worked. “It erases them inside. Kills the pony, but leaves their body. They are empty vessels, with no memories, wants or needs. She can manipulate them like puppets. Morgentau is weak, but her body could be of use to you, Master.”
“Gran-mama… no.” Morgentau sounded desperate and betrayed.
Frieden looked over at the orgy, and then to the cowering and fearfully stuttering Morgentau. He was intrigued. “Interesting.”
He shouted, his voice booming across the throne room. “Haftling, come here.”
He watched as Madam Haftling climbed up out of the writhing pile of bodies, and stumbled towards him on shaky legs. Her snout was covered in clear slime, and it was apparent that she was having difficulty walking. Still, his loyal slave forced herself towards his beckoning call.
She smelled of musk, sweat, and sex when she approached, and Frieden licked his lips hungrily. He was still getting energy from the rune he’d left on Fernost, and Haftling’s thoroughly ravaged body was arousing him greatly. Focusing on the task, he commanded her. “Madam Wustensonne claims you can kill a pony without destroying their body. Erasing the inside forever, and leaving an empty puppet. Is this true, Haftling?”
Haftling glared angrily at Wustensonne. “Yes, Master.”
Oddly, Frieden noticed Wustensonne smile smugly back. Did they have some kind of rivalry? Haftling was clearly displeased at the old bat’s revelation. Frieden didn’t care about their infighting. Their previous alliances didn't matter anymore.
“Use it on her.”
Their attitudes switched rapidly. Wustensonne’s face dropped in terror as Haftling grew an evil smile. “Gladly, Master.”
Frieden watched Haftling closely as she charged her spell. This was clearly not a combat spell, it took time and energy to create. He wondered if he could make it into a rune.
Wustensonne began to beg, and then attempted to cast a spell herself. Frieden absentmindedly carved her horn, denying her magic.
The old mare screamed, “Wait! I’m not done yet! I still…”
And then Haftling’s spell struck her. Wustensonne slouched on her feet, and Haftling darkly laughed, “Conniving bitch.” Then she glanced back at Frieden. “What do you want her to do, Master?”
Frieden shrugged. He hadn't thought that far yet. “Make her dance or something.”
Wustensonne gracefully got to her feet, and then bowed with a smile and a flourish. She began to pirouette, dancing and skipping across the floor like a ballerina to Frieden’s great amusement.
Haftling nodded her head slightly, and Wustensonne tripped, falling on her face and skidding across the polished, bloodied floor. Haftling raised an unconcerned eyebrow, “Whoops.”
Frieden chuckled at his slave’s sudden cruelty. “Careful with her, Haftling. Lets have her dance until her body gives out. I want to see how long she lasts. I don’t imagine it will take much time.”
Looking past the dancing corpse, Frieden saw his other victim. She was cowering fearfully and watching her grandmother’s body in horror. “Come over here, Morgentau. Your grandmother has put me in good spirits.”
The mare shakily got up and walked towards him, bowing deep and closing her tearful eyes when she was close.
Slowly he walked around her and examined her. Her long blue and purple highlighted mane was expertly styled, and very well groomed. He ran his hooves across her soft golden coat, noting how pampered she was. While Edelstein was young and vibrant, Morgentau was gorgeous. Her coat had the texture of velvet, and even though her hooves were covered in blood, they still had an air of elegance. He ran his hoof through her tail, letting the silky luxurious hair roll over his arm while he eyed her cutie mark. It was a drop of water on a leaf.
Frieden was tempted. He wanted to keep her body, and his twitching dick begged to claim it. But she had been so weak, too frail to survive the initiation. Of course, that had been a product of her luxurious upbringing, exactly the thing that made Frieden want to fuck her. He frowned.
“Haftling, what do you suggest I do? Kill the mare, keep her as a slave, or make her a meat puppet like her grandmother?” He was curious what opinion Haftling would offer.
“Master. I have no love for Wustensonne or her offspring, however Morgentau is the most bearable of them.” Haftling sighed, and then glared dejectedly at Morgentau, “Killing her would be wasteful, she could be of use to you as a plaything alone. While I could keep her as a puppet for your use, that is also wasteful. I can only control so many ponies, and if she is willing to be obedient I see no reason to end her.”
Frieden continued to frown. He agreed with Haftling’s assessment. “She must be punished though. She failed to prove her strength.”
“Master, do you intend to use her for her strength?” Haftling asked a question that gave Frieden pause.
“I… do not.” Frieden thought about that. In an earth pony gang, strength was everything. The physical strength to survive, and the mental strength to kill. That’s what initiations were about. Proving to the gang that you could do what was needed. Frieden frowned. He had been thinking like an earth pony, only worried about their strength.
“Then what do you intend to use her for, Master?” Haftling asked, leading his thoughts.
He intended to keep her as a pet. As something to look at and use as it pleased him. But he’d said he’d kill her, could he just change his mind? “Haftling, I already said I’d kill her.”
Haftling shrugged, and turned to face the prone and terrified unicorn. “If that is what you wish to use her for, Master, then none can stop you. Unlike your slaves, the only pony in charge of you is your own will and whims. You will kill her if you choose to, and you will spare her if you choose to. You are beholden to no one, and we are beholden to you.”
Frieden stared at the shivering young mare and then spoke slowly as he traced a rune over her back. “You should be grateful to Madam Haftling. She just prolonged your life. However, what happens next is entirely up to you.” He stepped back, the rune complete.
“Stand up, Slave, and introduce yourself to your new master.”
Morgentau shakily got to her feet, and looked at fearfully between Haftling and Frieden. Tears still ran down her face. “M..Master. I am Morgentau. Initiate in the circle, archmage aspirant, and council member.”
“And what is your aspiration, Morgentau? What does your magic do?”
“I am a nurturer, Master. I can make things grow. Mostly plants, but my magic works on the sick and weak as well.”
Frieden clenched his teeth. There was a multitude of starving, scraping earth ponies just trying to get by, and the unicorns had magic to make things grow? Magic to heal the sick? “Morgentau, have you ever visited the slums?”
“No, Master. My family wouldn’t allow it. I was kept locked up, only allowed to be out for studies and practice.” She glanced at the remnants of the exploded overweight unicorn. “I was to be married to Baron Gieriges Schwein to strengthen the family line.”
Frieden sighed, letting the frustration leak out of him. “Well, that is certainly not going to happen, Slave. You no longer have the option to marry. You will live as my slave, and bear my foals for the rest of your life.”
Morgentau sniffled. “That’s not too different than what Baron Gieriges Schwein was going to do to me, Master. I will be a good slave.” She glanced nervously at her leaping and running grandmother, then nervously back to Haftling and Frieden. “I promise.”
“Well, to the matter of your punishment. There is a rune on your back, drawing power from you as we speak. Do you feel it draining you, Morgentau?”
She nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“I want to keep you to look at for a while.” Frieden let his eyes run up and down her body. “The Rune is going to freeze you when it is full, putting you into a stasis until I want to use you again. You will live like this, one moment of use following another until I tire of it. I may decide to leave you a statue forever, or free you to serve with the rest of my slaves.”
Morgentau looked fearfully at him, and nodded. “Y….yes. Master.”
“Now, lets pose you. Just relax while I get you set up.” Frieden picked Morgentau up with his magic, flipping her over and inspecting her. He wanted to see her pussy, but he also wanted to see her face. Humming, he set her down and began to gently position the terrified mare as he wished.
Haftling watched curiously, but didn’t interfere. Morgentau was terrified, her breathing was rapid and her eyes were wide and fearful, but she didn’t take them off of Frieden.
He decided to lay her on her back, spreading her lower legs wide and tilting her hips up just enough to see her puckered asshole. He had her bent forward, resting on her arms as though she was lounging, and her tail was spread messily behind her, laying flat on the floor. Frieden grunted in approval. Like this, he could see her ass, pussy, and her face all at once. Plus it provided easy access.
He held her still, forcing her to not move with his magic while the rune slowly charged. Something was missing from the scene, and he needed to figure it out. Glancing at Haftling, he noticed her still wet snout and realized what it was.
“Haftling! Make Morgentau cum.”
Madam Haftling didn’t answer, instead turning to Morgentau and charging a spell. The terrified mare’s eye opened wide.
Frieden scowled, and carved into Haftling’s horn, disrupting her spell. She turned around in a panic, realizing that she’d displeased him. “I’m sorry Master! With my tongue! Yes, Master!” Haftling practically dove into the Mare’s exposed pussy, causing Frieden to chuckle.
“You almost made a mistake, Slave. Be more careful next time.” Frieden walked behind the mare, watching Morgentau as Haftling went to work on her pussy.
The young mare was turning red, blushing through her golden coat as she glanced down at the panicked Haftling.
Frieden began to toy with Haftling’s exposed pussy as he watched Morgentau grow aroused. The blushing mare was breathing heavy now, and Haftling was still wet from her abuse in the orgy.
Casually, he walked over her prone body, and thrust his magically energized cock into Haftling’s warm pussy. Groaning, he hilted into her, feeling his balls press tightly against her clit and her tight walls strain around his shaft. Haftling focused on her work, only grunting momentarily at the sudden invasion of her body.
Frieden ignored Haftling as he fucked her, watching and relishing Morgentau’s faces. The golden Mare seemed confused, and her red blush was distracting him. Frieden laughed, pumping slowly into Haftling’s quivering pussy. “Enjoying yourself, Morgentau?”
The mare groaned in response.
Frieden glared dangerously at her as he continued to rape Haftling. “Answer me, Slave.”
Morgentau took a deep breath between moans, locking eyes with him. “Master. I… Oh… I didn’t think it would feel like… Oh… Yes.”
He felt Haftling oozing juice down his legs as she got into it, her thrusts began to meet his and her pussy began to rhythmically squeeze his cock. Frieden smiled at his enthusiastic slave. So she had some energy left.
Morgentau’s response was interesting as well. She was confused. Had she never even played with herself? Frieden shuddered inside Haftling, feeling himself grow close. This was probably the young mare’s first sexual experience, and he was going to capture it with his rune to enjoy over and over again.
He forcefully held Morgentau’s head with magic, making her watch him as she got close. He could feel her straining in his magical grasp, she was trying to squirm and writhe under Haftling’s mouth, but he wasn’t letting her.
Morgentau’s eyes grew wide, and her mouth hung open into an “O” shape as she quivered. She grunted, thrusting her hips forward, and then a spark ignited in her eyes.
Suddenly, she stopped moving, frozen.
Frieden erupted into Haftling, filling her womb with his cum for the second time today, and shuddering in pleasure. He squirted deep inside of her, her slimy pussy gulping around his cock and squeezing every last drop of cum out of him as she shook underneath him.
Groaning, he kept fucking the mare, causing her to collapse. His cum flew out of her abused pussy, flinging behind them as he fell down on her. Haftling began to shake uncontrollably as he fucked her, mercilessly shoving her face into Morgentau’s now frozen pussy.
Haftling screamed, throwing her arms forward and quivering as he came again, biting her neck hard. This time he relished it, feeling his cum ooze around his cock and into her sloppy cunt as he slowly stirred her pussy with his dick.
Haftling was crying again, shuddering underneath him.
Cruelly, he lapped at the blood welling in his mouth. He had marked her, leaving two dripping bloody marks. Her blood was sweet as he drank it. Haftling groaned in pain, whimpering as he consumed her.
Frieden stood up, letting his dick slide out of Haftling. A string of blood connected his lips to her neck, and cum dripped from his cock onto the base of her twitching tail. “Did you like that, Slave?”
Haftling cried, curling up into a ball on the floor between her master and his new piece of art. An old mare danced by, snapping her leg and falling to the floor. Haftling whispered, terrified at herself for her answer. “Yes, Master.”
Author's Note
It's so easy to write when you don't care. I should not care about any of my stories. Also, is this getting darker? In a sense I feel like it might be. It also might be getting less dark. It's hard to tell. Mind control is going to step its game, along with some sci fi. He's got his power base, now it's time for the hunt.

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Frieden sat on his throne, pondering. He’d sent Donnerkopf and Wald-Eule out with strict orders to bring back any council members they could find wandering the palace. Of course, he’d left them with runes that would cause messy and painful deaths if they failed to return before the hour was out. He had made sure that they understood the price of failure, or betrayal. He’d also sent them together, It was a trick from his gang boss days. Two ponies could never keep a secret.
Fernost was recovering, trying to rest in the back of the room, but Frieden had been questioning him nonetheless. It turned out that Fernost was an engineer and an arithmancer. His spells weren’t very useful for real world applications, but had tremendous use for calculating complex formulas and values. Something that helped immensely with his engineering skills.
Frieden frowned. Their country was year behind every other nation when it came to technology. They’d relied on their old fashioned army, and old fashioned unicorn assassins. According to Haftling, they had trade deals to extract their natural resources and sell them to their neighbors for awful prices. Things like copper, tin, nickel, and other rare metals that Frieden understood were necessary for technology were being practically given away to their neighbors.
The meager profits that were made went into the unicorn community, more specifically into the council’s pockets. They didn’t measure their riches in number of bits, like every earth pony he’d met, but in the number of millions bits. The numbers that Haftling reported for her own family’s “finances” had made him confused. They didn’t even sound like real numbers. What family needed seven hundred million bits when ten bits could feed your family for a week?
Frieden was disgusted. He was going to confiscate their wealth, and the wealth of all the council members. He grimly decided that he’d confiscate the wealth of every unicorn. That would not be popular, but he didn’t care. Some would escape, there would be turmoil, but like the collapsing clouds it would be a necessity.
He’d use the money to relocate the earth ponies from the city. They wouldn’t be happy about that either. At least not at first. He’d put them to work doing what they were supposed to do—growing crops. Once they had enough crops, he would make that their primary export. Of course, first he had to forcefully renegotiate the unfair trade deals.
Before, his country had no real bargaining chips except the vague threat of assassination. He’d change that. He’d change their army into a force to be reckoned with. They’d have guns instead of lances, and he’d form specialized squads for each race. Unicorns would learn battle magic, pegasi would be taught to shoot and fly, and he’d conscript the most vicious earth ponies to lead terror squads.
Sombra would have his revenge.
Frieden’s musings were interrupted when the door burst open. Donnerkopf and Wald-Eule had two ponies with them, one of which Frieden recognized. Her name was Elfenbeinturm. The dark blue mare had made trips to the slums, promising the locals renovations and improvements, but never delivering. He’d seen her once or twice, surrounded by guards as she wandered through the streets pretending to care.
He didn’t know who the other one was. She had two stars for a cutie mark, and was young. The mare wasn’t very pretty, but her freckled orange face wasn’t comely either. He wondered if her family was as corrupt as the rest of them. All the young unicorns seemed to be studying under older ones, having some sort of mentor on their council or in their circle.
Behind them, Donnerkopf stood grimly, stoic and unreadable as Wald-Eule nervously shuffled from foot to foot. She clearly didn’t work out much, the pudgy mare seemed to be uncomfortable from just their short walk around the palace.
The two new council members opened their face in horror at the sight before them. While the gore had been mostly cleaned up, much of the blood remained. Morgentau was positioned in her erotic pose next to the throne, while Haftling and Edelstein rested to either side of the throne. Both of his slaves were resting with strict instructions to clearly expose their ravaged bodies towards the entrance. After he’d finished his game, he’d used both of them extensively and they were visibly leaking cum from their displayed pussies.
Frieden imagined the scene was quite startling to the new mares. “Welcome, Esteemed Council Members. Madam Elfenbeinturm, I believe I know you already, but who is your compatriot?”
Elfenbeinturm looked around the room in shock, ignoring his question and addressing Donnerkopf. “What the fuck is going on here, Donnerkopf?”
Donnerkopf frowned, but otherwise showed no emotion. “Answer his question Elfenbeinturm. He will not ask twice.”
Elfenbeinturm continued to shout at Donnerkopf, ignoring Frieden. “Who the fuck is he? Where is everypony else? What is going on? Why is there blood everywhere?”
Haftling closed her eyes, and covered her ears as Frieden stood up from his throne. Donnerkopf remained silent and stoic, not answering the blue mare’s questions. Frieden walked towards them, and then picked Elfenbeinturm up with telekinesis. He silenced her, slamming her roughly into a wall and forcing her mouth shut as he carved into her horn. She was pinned almost halfway to the roof, stuck helplessly on the wall.
Frieden was pleased. He’d gotten much more precise with the telekinesis over the past hour or so. When he first woke up, he could either manipulate things carefully, or squeeze them with tremendous force. Now he was able to adjust it and manipulate something while lightly squeezing it. It seemed the longer he had Sombra’s horn, the more obedient it became.
He smiled at the confused orange mare that was left. “To answer the foolish Madam’s questions: I am your new Master, Lord Frieden. Everypony else is either dead, enslaved, or about to be one of the two. There is blood everywhere because I killed most of the dead in this room. And what is going on is that you are going to introduce yourself to me, and then swear your fealty.” Frieden’s smile changed into a frown. “Or you will die.”
The orange mare glanced at Elfenbeinturm’s predicament—pressed tightly against the wall and halfway up from the floor— and then back to Donnerkopf. Donnerkopf only repeated what she had said before. “He will not ask twice.”
The orange mare turned rapidly to Frieden. “I’m Sternbrand.”
Frieden walked slowly up to the nervous mare and put his hoof on her cheek. “You are my slave now. Call me ‘Master’ when you speak to me. Do you understand, Sternbrand?”
Sternbrand nodded then hastily added, “Yes, Master.”
Frieden was curious. “What is your relationship with Madam Elfenbeinturm, Sternbrand?”
Sternbrand’s eyes flicked up to the mare in question. “She is my mentor in the circle, Master.”
“And on the council?”
“I am my own voice on the council, Master.” Sternbrand looked shakily away. “But I have often backed hers.”
Frieden hummed. So that was how it was. The unicorns had this “circle” where they took apprentices. The circle seemed to be related to their magic, and the council was for government. The apprentice didn’t have to, but would usually back their mentor in a council meeting. Interesting. There were probably lines, the older ones having two or more apprentice generations.
And there were strange family ties as well. Appointment to either the circle or the council was probably dependent on who the parents were. No, it had to be more complicated then that. Frieden frowned in thought. All of the council members excelled at some magic or another, even if they weren’t all technically archmages. There was more than their genetics deciding their fate.
He decided to muse over it more later. He could just ask, after all.
Frieden was excited to break in his new toy. “Kiss me, Slave.” Frieden towered over the mare, and lifted his hoof.
The young mare looked around her, unsure if this was some sick joke, but decided to follow his command. Her tender mouth pressed against his hoof, and Frieden licked his lips. She was warm.
“Excellent, Sternbrand.” He lowered his hoof to the floor and looked the mare over as she blushed.
While she certainly wasn’t fat, she was also not fit. Her body seemed more the type of a book worm instead of a pony concerned about her looks. He took his hoof and grabbed her auburn hair, smelling it. She smelled of dust, and perhaps faintly of a library.
She was learned, and probably had studied magic extensively. “Sternbrand, are you familiar with Apotheosis?”
Her eyes went wide, “Yes, Master.”
“Might you list the suspected instances of it throughout history?”
“Yes, Master.” She frowned, thinking as she spoke. “There is Celestia, and Luna. They are believed to be the first even though there is no record of their ascension. They rule Equestria from Canterlot. Then there is Twilight, she oversees the Technocracy and refuses to rule them. Cadence, and Flurry both rule the Crystal Empire. These are the Alicorns.”
Sternbrand continued. “Cadence and Twilight have recorded ascensions, while Flurry was born ascended already. Beyond the Alicorns, Discord is an Apotheosis, although the nature of his ascension is unknown. One day he simply was. While there are legends of ancient Apotheosis examples, the only other one in recorded history is Sombra. He was a powerful mage who somehow became immortal, and then tried to take over the world.”
Frieden smiled at her. “That was a decent history lesson, Sternbrand. Now for a test. What do they all have in common?”
Sternbrand looked nervously around the room. “Well… aside from Sombra they embody something?”
Frieden thought about that. Perhaps Sombra had embodied something, but history had forgotten. “Hmm… Interesting, but not the answer I was looking for. Try again.”
She looked questioningly. “They’re immortal?”
The answer still wasn’t what he was looking for, but Frieden wasn’t angry. He was having fun milking her answers along. “True. What else?”
“They all…” Sternbrand thought for a moment, and then her eyes lit up. “They all run or ran a country!”
He smiled, encouraging her. “Ooh. I like that one. And why do you think they rule?”
Sternbrand was relaxing. She seemed used to being asked questions, and playing student appeared to be calming her. “Well, Master, I would say they’re wise, but Discord is on the list… I guess they’re powerful?”
“And we have a winner!” Frieden crouched slightly so that he was eye level with Sternbrand. “Except there is one thing I’d like to correct, Sternbrand.”
She looked curiously at him. “What is that, Master?”
“Your list was incomplete. You forgot the obvious one: Lord Frieden.” He slowly grinned, baring his fangs at her.
Sternbrand swallowed fearfully. “I… I’m sorry master.”
Frieden laughed, amused at her palpable fear. “You are forgiven, Sternbrand. But don’t let it happen again.”
She nodded her head. “Yes, Master.”
Frieden didn’t say anything in response, instead leaning forward and pressing his lips against the surprised mare’s. She panicked at first, tightly sealing her lips, but Frieden corrected her. He put a hoof on the side of her head, and lightly tapped her horn.
Sternbrand winced, and let her lips open. Frieden pressed forward, exploring her timid mouth with his tongue. She held her own tongue away, hidden towards the back of her throat.
Frieden pulled out of the kiss and calmly spoke, “Bad slaves are frigid, Sternbrand. Good slaves are whores. I have no need of bad slaves.” He nodded meaningfully towards a blood spot on the floor. “What kind of slave are you, Sternbrand?”
Sternbrand nodded as tears formed in her eyes. “A… good slave, Master..”
Frieden smiled. “And what are good slaves, Sternbrand?”
The tears began to drip down her cheeks. Frieden assumed that the mare was building a more complete picture of her future.“Good slaves are whores, Master.”
His smile turned wicked. “Therefore…” He motioned with his hooves for her to continue the thought.
“Therefore… I am a whore, Master.” She blinked back some tears, only for more to follow.
“Excellent work, Sternbrand.” He teased her. “You are a very good student. Now it’s time for your practical examination.”
Frieden kissed her again, and this time her mouth was ready. She opened willingly and allowed his tongue to explore her. She even slightly caressed his with her own. Frieden slowly inserted his tongue down her throat, testing her limits. He felt her tighten as his long tongue forced down the back of her mouth, and she held back a gag. Satisfied, he slowly pulled it out, slurping and smearing his spit inside her mouth before pulling away from the sloppy kiss.
She sniffed, rubbing a hoof across her mouth and wiping more tears off her face. Frieden watched, amused at her reaction. “You’ll get used to it, Slave. Edelstein’s already very comfortable with me, while Haftling and Wald-Eule are learning fast. Madam Donnerkopf could use more practice though.” He winked over the young mare at Donnerkopf, who didn’t react.
Sternbrand swallowed and closed her eyes, clearly running her tongue inside her mouth and trying to clean it of his spit. She looked disgusted when she answered in a dejected voice, “Yes, Master.”
Frieden kissed her again, leaning into the mare and invading her mouth. She didn’t fight him, letting him nearly choke her with his tongue again. This time he snorted, sucking mucus from the back of his nose and throat and then smearing it across her mouth. He felt her whimper.
When he pulled out of her, he held her mouth open with his hoof and spit into it again, making sure it was nice and thick with his mucous. He stared into her eyes. “Don’t swallow, Slave. Let’s see how obedient you are.”
Slowly, his hoof dropped from her cheek. The mare shook, leaving her mouth open. He could see her quivering as she fought back the reflex in her throat. Frieden leaned in closer, putting his hoof on her throat to feel as he whispered into her ear. “If you swallow right now, I will kill you.”
He held her like that, relishing her fear and feeling her body shake as she fought against it. Her tears warmed his cheeks as he softly nuzzled her and began to lick her ear affectionately. Sternbrand began to whine in pain or perhaps terror. Frieden didn’t know, which but knew the sound was delicious.
Carefully, he began to stroke down her mane as he spoke softly to her. “That’s a good slave. I’m going to fuck you, you know. Aren’t you excited?” Frieden licked deep into her ear, slobbering in it as he taunted her. “You’re doing so well.”
Frieden pulled slowly back and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed tightly, but tears ran from them like a river. She was shaking, focused on her task like her life depended on it. Frieden was glad she understood that it actually did.
“And a pass. Another excellent score Sternbrand.”
Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked hopefully at him. He inspected her mouth, noting his phlegm pooling around the base of her tongue and likely leaking down her throat. Smirking, he pressed her mouth closed with the hoof under her neck as he slid it towards her chin. “Swallow, Sternbrand.”
She did, looking him tearfully in the eyes as she gulped down his spit. He smiled affectionately, internally amused that she was likely grateful in that moment to be able to swallow his phlegm. “Very good, Sternbrand. You have excellent self control. I really thought I was going to have to kill you for a second there.”
She stared at him, not speaking.
“You’re going to practice swallowing now. Get on your knees. Madam Wald-Eule can coach you through what to do next.” He winked at Wald-Eule, who had been nervously watching the whole time. “Madam? If you would, please kneel next to her and provide instruction. I have to decide what to do with Elfenbeinturm, and I’d prefer not to be distracted.”
Wald-Eule nodded quickly.“Yes, Master.” She clipped the young unicorn on the back of her head, causing Frieden to raise an eyebrow but not stop her. “On your knees child. The Master has a task of you.”
Sternbrand dropped quickly and crawled under his stomach, while Wald-Eule dropped next to her and proceeded to give advice. Frieden stared at Donnerkopf as Sternbrand began to suck his dick, running her warm and still slimy tongue up his shaft. He gazed into her, trying to see what was going on in her cold, gray eyes, but couldn’t find anything. The mare was as good as a statue.
Frieden smirked as he felt Sternbrand attempt to deep throat his giant cock and then choke. Wald-Eule was getting aggressive with her orders. He didn’t think Sternbrand could succeed, but she was welcome to try. Licking his fangs, he noticed the two red welts where he bit Donnerkopf. “Do you like watching me get off?”
She answered coldly. “No, Master.”
He smirked, “I like watching you while I get off.”
She didn’t say anything.
“Come over here so I can bite you when I cum.”
Donnerkopf answered, “Yes, Master.” and then walked over, presenting her neck to him.
He groaned as Sternbrand began to play with his balls as she tongued his shaft. “Why are you such a cold bitch, Donnerkopf?”
“I just killed my husband, and then was raped by you.” Her answer was emotionless.
Frieden laughed as Sternbrand tried to deep throat him again, this time getting halfway there before she chocked. She stopped for a moment, and he heard the sound of retching. He was impressed. “Ha! I’d forgotten about that. Why’d you kill him? The both of you could have killed others, I’m sure. He seemed competent.”
Donnerkopf closed her eyes. “He refused. He demanded I kill him. He saw what you were, and knew what you would make us into.” She took a deep breath. “He refused to become what you are going to turn me into. I knew what would happen as well, but I refused to die. I decided to become your slave instead, knowing the creature you will create from me.”
A warm wet throat was wrapped around Frieden’s dick. Sternbrand had found a way to swallow the whole thing, and Frieden was groaning as he fucked her throat. The best part was that her tongue could lap at the base of his penis. Her throat was like a pussy with a tongue built into it instead of a clit, and he didn’t think he’d last long.
Frieden leaned down, and grazed his fangs against Donnerkopf’s exposed neck. He spoke quietly, holding back his orgasm. “Do you regret it?”
Donnerkopf’s response was quick. “Yes. But I would choose the same again and again. There was no choice for me. I am yours now, Master. By your will or by fate, there is no distinction.”
Frieden bit into her, letting her blood fill his mouth as he thrust into Sternbrand’s stomach. Grunting, he filled the orange Mare with his seed as he lapped at Donnerkopf’s fresh wounds. He could feel Sternbrand underneath him, choking and frantically trying to swallow his cock. Her throat squeezed his dick, she couldn’t even throw up.
He relished the moment, feeling the mare beneath him choking, suffocating with his orgasm standing between her and air. The older, sturdy mare was his as well, literally offering her life blood for his pleasure as he filled the younger one with his cum.
He held them both tightly, forcing a few more seconds from his glorious orgasm. He swallowed a mouthful of blood, it felt thick and heady going down, making him dizzy. He felt the mare underneath him grow slack, and her rhythmically undulating throat stilled. Sighing contentedly, he kissed Donnerkopf’s wound and lifted himself up.
His cock slid out of Sternbrand, and she slumped to the ground underneath him. Donnerkopf placed a hoof over her wound, and took a step back. Frieden laughed, kicking Sternbrand to turn her sideways as he stepped over her. Sternbrand’s eyes opened, and she began to wretch, spewing white cum mixed with bile across the floor in an arc of defilement.
She looked up, tears in her eyes and vomitous mucus dripping from her nose and mouth.
Frieden glared coldly at her. He didn’t plan on kissing her for a while after that display. “Now lick it up.”
Author's Note
Oh. This one's gross. Lots of gross. The best gross. Bigly gross.
I kind of liked the spit thing though. Is that weird? FYI, don't look up ungulatr on E621. Unless you like that sort of thing. He doesn't do pony, but he does weird spit stuff that turns me on in the worst of ways. I don't even know what that fetish is!

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Frieden thought about the broken mare on the floor and the bleeding mare in front of him. Sternbrand was young, she was used to following orders and wouldn’t need too much enforcement. As Sternbrand began to lick up her thick vomit, she choked loudly. Wald-Eule wasn’t encouraging her anymore, likely sick herself from the display. Frieden wasn’t worried about Wald-Eule or Sternbrand. In fact, the only pony in the room that gave him an ounce of concern was Donnerkopf.
The cold mare was obedient and apparently dutiful, but out of his slaves she seemed to rival Haftling in power. She had also made it clear that she had no love for Frieden. Looking closely, he analyzed the rune on her back that was slowly filling with power. If he left it, it would kill her, infusing her blood with thick black crystals that would painfully shred her from the inside.
He chuckled as he realized the Rune was much more energized than it should be. “Madam Donnerkopf… I can’t help but ask, did you attempt to escape?”
Donnerkopf frowned slightly, then answered slowly. “Master…” She closed her eyes and then cast them down. “I attempted to locate and dispel your rune.”
He frowned. This was a major transgression. But also an opportunity. “Tell me, Donnerkopf. Why didn’t you succeed?”
Wald-Eule stood up and stepped back from them, while Sternbrand paused her licking to watch.
Donnerkopf continued to speak slowly and carefully. “Because you are too powerful, Master.”
Frieden glared at her for a moment, and then slammed her violently into the wall with his telekinesis. Her head bounced off the stone, and she slumped to the floor in a daze as blood leaked from her nose. Slowly he walked towards her in a smoldering rage.
“Do not patronize me, Donnerkopf. You are no mere hedge-mage who memorizes simple spells. You live and breathe magic, I can feel it in your body, the way your skin tingles when I touch you.” He reached down with one hoof, and picked the mare up by her neck, lifting her front feet off the ground.
Blood ran down her body as she loudly wheezed in pain.
Frieden held her face to his and looked her in the eyes. “And I am no mere earth pony. Explain how and why you failed, Donnerkopf. Do not attempt to placate me, only obey.” He dropped her to the ground, allowing her to cough before menacingly adding, “I will not ask twice.”
Donnerkopf spat some blood out, then lowered her head. “I was unable to find it, Master. I can feel it tingling on my back, and when I tried to probe it, it only tingled more. I tried to dispel my back, Master, but my magic simply disappeared. It began to burn, and I realized that I made a mistake.”
He glared at her, deciding if he should kill her or not. The information all but confirmed his guess that Unicorns were incapable of sensing his runes. The widow stared hatefully at the floor, and Frieden decided that he wanted to break her. Once she was broken, maybe then he’d kill her.
“Donnerkopf, I will punish you later. For now, know this. You came very close to painfully killing yourself. My Runes do not work like you think they should. Do not probe them, question them, or attempt to dispel them unless I give you very specific instructions.”
Donnerkopf kept her head down. “Yes, Master.”
Frieden smiled and stroked her cheek in mock affection. Perhaps a demonstration was in order. “I believe you know Madam Elfenbeinturm, Yes?”
Her voice was quiet. “Yes, Master.”
Frieden peeled Elfenbeinturm off the wall, and unceremoniously dumped her next to them. Then he forced her to lay on her stomach, with her arms and legs spread wide. He walked to her as she struggled helplessly in his telekinetic grasp. Carefully, he draped his hoof over her back and began to carve with it. Donnerkopf and Wald-Eule watched him closely.
“This is the same rune that you and Madam Wald-Eule currently wear. Its physical location is exactly where my hoof touched. Can you sense it?”
Donnerkopf squinted, and cast a quick probing spell. She frowned. “No, master.”
“I assure you, it is there. Now, let’s play another game. The rune will eventually activate on its own, but perhaps you can stop it?” Frieden chuckled, walking back to Wald-Eule and Sternbrand. “I will not remove your rune as long as Madam Elfenbeinturm’s rune is active. Since you have so much of a head start, it will quite likely kill you first.” He huffed in mock exasperation. “Then I shall have to train her to be an obedient slave to replace you.”
Donnerkopf looked at Elfenbeinturm with a cold stare.
“However, I’m giving you permission… no… encouragement!” He smiled enthusiastically. “To cast any number of spells at her in an attempt to dispel my rune. Feel free to use any spell you like, although I’m going to ask that you not outright kill her.” He frowned. “That will not deactivate the rune, you see.’
Elfenbeinturm struggled again, and attempted to shout something through her tightly clamped snout. Frieden taunted her. “Do be a good sport, corpse. My slave is going to learn a lesson.”
Sternbrand coughed, and Frieden glared at her meaningfully. In a panic, she lowered her head back to the floor and continued licking up her bile and his cum. He motioned for Wald-Eule to come closer, where he inspected her rune. Hers was exactly as far along as it should be, so he dispelled it and absorbed the energy it had collected.
Donnerkopf stepped meaningfully towards Elfenbeinturm and lowered her horn towards the mare.
Frieden hummed in amusement, sliding over to Sternbrand. He decided that he’d fuck her while she licked up her vomit and he watched Donnerkopf experiment.
Donnerkopf was starting with probing spells, and quite powerful ones. Frieden chuckled at her effort. She was enthusiastic, probably figuring this as her only chance to really explore his magic. He was curious as well, and didn’t look down as he began to fumble with Sternbrand’s tail.
Sternbrand inched forward, away from him as his hooves came into contact with her soft undersides. Frieden absentmindedly slid her towards him with his magic. She wouldn’t be escaping, and he had a show to watch. Once Sternbrand realized the futility in her efforts to get away, she focused on her disgusting task instead.
Frieden had a complacent mare, and he wasn’t going to waste her. Casually he forced himself into her. He didn’t even know how many times he’d had sex today, so he didn’t pay much attention to the act. She was just there to warm his cock and be filled with his seed when he was done with her.
Absent minded, Frieden began to pump into the sobbing mare as Donnerkopf threw heavier spells at Elfenbeinturm. She was attempting to dispel it now, using any number of spells designed to dissipate energy. As Frieden watched, he realized why she would never succeed.
His runes were holes, empty vessels waiting to be filled with magic. All the dispels he saw her cast introduced more magic to them. It was intentionally unstable magic, but the holes would be filled by it nonetheless. That was also why her detection spells weren’t working. Every bit of magic thrown at it was being sucked up, filling the rune faster and faster.
Frieden lowered himself over Sternbrand as he began to kiss the back of her neck. She wasn’t as energetic as Edelstein or as tight as Haftling, but she was firm and satisfying. He groaned, pressing into her and pressing her face into her own milky vomit.
Donnerkopf was standing, watching curiously as the runes on Elfenbeinturm glowed, searing into her flesh. Frieden sighed in satisfaction as the blue council member screamed painfully into her forcefully closed snout. That was a little security feature he’d added—a gentle reminder to run home before the rune activated. It looked much more painful than he’d imagined, but that fact only made his loins tingle warmly.
Frieden was getting close, the mares tight walls were edging him along to orgasm for the umpteenth time today. He chuckled at the thought that this might be Sternbrand’s first sexual experience, but for him he couldn’t even count the amount of times he’d cum in, or on, a mare today. He laughed victoriously as he bit down, causing the defiled little pony to scream in pain.
She would remember this forever, but Frieden would probably forget the act by the end of the day.
Lapping at her blood, he held her tightly as Elfenbeinturm’s skin began to rupture. Little crystal spikes jutted out of her, causing her to bleed from all over her body. He let go of his hold over the dying mare, but she didn’t move. She lay still as black crystals jutted out of her body at odd angles, and her mouth hung open in a quiet, scream. Frieden saw her eyes. She was still alive, clearly in immense pain.
Frieden twitched in Sternbrand’s cunt, lapping at the blood that swelled out of her neck. He erupted inside of her, filling the mare with his cum as he spurt inside of her. Sternbrand shuddered, feeling his hot seed coat her insides and spray into her womb. She didn’t fight him, only spreading herself wider to ease his passage.
Elfenbeinturm’s eyes closed, and then a black crystal jut from her forehead, messily displacing her horn. Frieden doubted the mare would ever open her eyes again.
Slowly, he lifted from Sternbrand’s body as he caught his breath. The little mare kept her tail up when he pulled out, letting his cum leak from her twitching pussy. She kept her head down, sniffling in shame and pain. Frieden ignored her, just happy to have his release.
He walked to Donnerkopf, his semi erect dick swaying messily underneath him and leaving a trail of cum on the floor as he approached her. “Aren’t you glad you gave up on your own when it began to burn?”
She stared coldly at the dead, disfigured mare. “Yes, Master.”
Frieden smirked. “Will you ever play with my runes without my permission again, Donnerkopf?”
“No, Master. They eat magic like some sort of ever hungry monster.” The rune on her back began to glow, warming up as her time started to run out. Donnerkopf waited, staring stoically at Frieden.
“Well, Donnerkopf. It looks like your time is almost up.” Frieden mocked being sad.
“It appears so, Master.” She lowered her head as the rune began to burn her flesh. She began to cry softly. “I…. thought I would be stronger. It hurts.”
Frieden leaned in and softly kissed her tightly pressed lips. “If you want to live, show me passion.”
She glared at him, the anger burning behind her eyes.
He whispered just for her. “Kiss me like you love me.” He licked his lips. “Then be my slut, devoted and attentive. Cry for me, scream for me, beg for me, and moan for me. If you want to live, you’ll show me your passion for life. Treat me like your lover.” He put a hoof to her cheek, and kept whispering. “Or die a cold stoic bitch.”
Donnerkopf stared at him as the rune began to flare brightly on her back. He could smell her fur begin to burn. The fire in her eyes ignited, and she cried, leaning to meet his lips. They kissed, and she melted into him. Her tears dripped to the floor silently as she wrapped her hooves around him, pulling him tightly and exploring his mouth with her tongue.
Frieden pulled her close as well, wrapping his hooves around her back and dispelling the rune. Instead of absorbing it like he had been, he transferred the energy back into Donnerkopf with a small rune he quickly carved above her tail.
Frieden internally chuckled as he drank her in, the rush from the rune would be immediate from the dispelled magic, but the rune itself would stay longer. It would charge from her inherent power, weakening her spells but strengthening her libido. Madam Donnerkopf was going to be very well trained.
She moaned as the rune activated, pressing her hot flesh into him, and pulling out of the kiss. He watched her eyes as they pulled away. She was flushed with arousal and desire, but they still burned with anger. He was going to have a lot of fun with her.
Without stopping, she leaned forward and began to nibble passionately down his neck. “Thank you, Master.”
Frieden tilted her sideways, laying her down on her back as he climbed over her body. He didn’t say anything as he forced her down, easing into another deep kiss and positioning his cock to fuck her.
He could feel the heat from her pussy as he dipped his hips forward and touched her with his tip. Donnerkopf moaned loudly, putting her hooves around his waist. She was passionate, moaning and grunting as he slid slowly into her body. Her once stoic face was twisted in ecstasy as a wild energy overcame her.
The previously stone cold Donnerkopf was writhing, her hot pussy leaking and dripping down her exposed and flexing asshole. Frieden could fit all the way in easily, the large mare was built to take his cock. He felt her squeezing, quivering and flexing around his shaft as he invaded her body.
He thrust hard, letting his balls slap loudly against her asshole and causing her to moan. “Did you fuck your husband like this, Madam Donnerkopf?”
She began to cry, but kept her eager thrusting. “Yes, Master. I made love with Gefrorener like this.”
Frieden lowered into another kiss, gently biting her lips as he buried himself into her again. He felt her shake underneath his assault, and she wrapped her strong hooves around him to squeeze. Frieden felt her cunt shake, and her head whipped back as the magic from his rune overcame her for the first time of many.
Donnerkopf’s face was frozen for a moment, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. She squeezed him tightly with her arms as she came, while her legs strained to spread as wide as they could. From her spread, convulsing cunt, a messy splurt of thick slime coated Frieden’s balls, followed by a wet slow flow of cunt juice.
Frieden laughed at the mare, but kept fucking her mercilessly. He wasn’t planning on stopping for a while. The fresh coat of lube on his cock made the fucking slicker and faster, letting him pound her hard while she continued to shudder. He toyed with her, throwing more energy into her rune before she could recover.
Donnerkopf moaned and then sucked in a breath to hold as she shook uncontrollably. He felt her cunt desperately milking his cock as her legs both began to twitch, strained as far as they could go. Her arms fell limply to her side, and she arched her back, causing her to press hard into Frieden.
Frieden reached to the back of her head, and forced it closer. He kissed her again, tasting her hot and slobbering mouth. Donnerkopf hungrily met his kiss, and moaned throatily into his mouth as he used her.
It was amazing. Frieden loved the way she quivered and shuddered, how she held him tight and then lost herself in passion. And through it still, she had that fire, that burning hate for him. He locked eyes with her and roughly grabbed her hair. She was tearful, but subservient. He wanted to watch her submission.
Cruelly and coldly, he commanded her as he forced a torrent of magic into her rune. “Cum for me, slave.”
She nodded, but was unable to finish her reply as a scream overtook her. “Yes Mast...Aaah!”
Donnerkopf came, crying out his name as he held her eyes locked with his. “Master… Master… Master!”
He watched her eyes and saw her flames flicker. Her pupils dilated as she screamed, and her body locked up tight. She sucked in quick breaths, followed by a hiss as she said his name. For a moment, Donnerkopf submitted to him. For a moment, he was her lover, her master, and her life.
Frieden possessively licked her cheek, dragging his fangs across her skin. She quivered, and then spurt over his dick again as her body just gave out. Her eyes rolled up, into her head, and she went limp. Frieden laughed loudly at the sight of the once strong mare.
She lay underneath him, completely unconscious as he pulled out of her with a loud and wet slurp. He soaked in the sight; her head resting on the floor with her mouth open and her tongue lolling out. Frieden trailed his hoof down to her gaping pussy, finding it slowly gulping on a cock that wasn’t there and leaking a constant stream of ooze.
He laughed, and turned to look at the room. Madam Wald-Eule was watching with a flushed face, standing next to an embarrassed Sternbrand. The young mare had finished her task, and looked both sick and ashamed. Haftling and Edelstein were faithfully laying next to the throne, both watching him curiously. Edelstein seemed intrigued. Fernost just watched with a pained look on his face, laying dejectedly in the back of the room. Of course, Morgentau hadn’t moved. Frieden continued to laugh triumphantly, and turned back to his prize.
He still hadn’t cum. Slapping Donnerkopf's face, he woke her up. She lay on her back, watching him as she caught her breath. “How did that compare to making love to your dead husband, Donnerkopf?”
Anger flashed back into her eyes as the fire re-lit. She stared at him hatefully as she answered. “You were better, Master.”
Frieden began to stroke his cock and walked over to her, pointing it down at her face. “That’s right, Donnerkopf. And you won’t ever make love again. From now on, you fuck. And you fuck when I tell you to.” He forced some magic into her rune, causing her to blush and glare at him. “Do you understand, Slave?”
She shook as she answered. “Yes, Master.” Frieden didn’t care if it was in rage, or in pleasure, or despair. It didn’t matter. She was his now.
He forced her face in front of his cock with his magic, aiming it at her left eye. “Keep your eyes open, slave. Don’t blink”
She answered swiftly. “Yes, Master.”
Frieden rubbed his cock, milking it as he pointed it at her. It was taking too long, so he pulled from Fernost, causing the stallion to groan painfully from his corner. The rush of erotic energy coursed through him, and he grunted in satisfaction.
Thick, sticky cum squirted forcefully into Donnerkopf’s eye, causing her to shake in pain as he sighed in pleasure. He aimed another spurt at her other eye, grunting euphorically. His cock twitched, satisfied with the release as he began to relax.
Frieden stepped back to survey the damage, only to have something distract him.
A powerful spell began to rip him apart, and the room suddenly flashed white.
Startled, Frieden jumped to the side as energy began to dissolve his tail. He landed, tumbling quickly to his feet as he quickly created a series of protective runes around him with his horn. Focusing his senses, he felt another in the room through the blinding white light.
Frieden called on Sombra’s power, summoning darkness to the room to fight the light. Time slowed to a crawl. He fought the light back quickly, pressing it down to just behind where he’d stood. He was surprised to find an old, gray stallion almost holding his own. Frieden roared, and used his telekinesis to snap the stallions horn, forgetting that he could carve for a second.
The stallion was flung to the side like a rag doll, his horn leaving a spiraling bloody trail through the air as Frieden watched it happen in slow motion. He quickly scanned the room and found only his slaves, and time returned to normal.
Angrily, he walked to the old stallion, who looked up at him in disgust. “Can’t believe I missed.” The unicorn shook his head in frustration.
“Who are you?” Frieden didn’t have any humor for the crippled stallion, his blood was pumping furiously. “I will kill you.”
The stallion glared back at him, unafraid. “Yes. But not yet.”
Frieden had enough. He crushed the stallion with his telekinesis, using all the force he could muster. There was a loud crack as his magic missed and crushed the air. The stallion was gone.
Frieden ran through what just happened. The stallion had attacked him from behind, blinding the room with light as part of his attack. Frieden had acted reflexively, Sombra’s power allowing him to beat back the magic and slow down time. His tail had been burned, the stallion had almost killed him. It had been old, and gray, with an hourglass for a cutie mark. That didn’t tell Frieden much, hourglasses were common.
He whipped around at his stunned slaves who had seen it all happen in real time. He yelled at them angrily. “Who was that?”
Haftling stood up and frowned. “Master, That was Baron Zeitreisender.” She continued to frown. “He is a time mage.”
Author's Note
Huh. It just keeps going. I like time travel. The world needs more time travelers. Also, yes, I used your request for the wrong thing, cockney thug. But I fucked it up by running out of space in the chapter and having to include an actual threat. Whoops. Probably not a hot chapter, but at least informative. Yay for experiments!

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The throne room was silent as Frieden paced. Donnerkopf still laid on her back, having no will to get up, her red puffy eyes occasionally blinking out tears as she stared blankly at the ceiling. Haftling and Edelstein both sat by Frieden’s throne, nervously watching him mutter and pace across the room. Wald-Eule had taken Sternbrand to the back of the room, where the two of them quietly whispered with Fernost.
Frieden could hear them whisper, but didn’t care. He was, for the first time since his ascendance, actually worried. Baron Zeitreisender had managed to nearly kill him. The amount of magic the old bastard had drummed up was impressive. The only reason that Frieden had survived was that the Baron had somehow missed, tearing apart time and space just behind Frieden instead of in Frieden.
After the inaccurate blow had been struck, the Baron had been as helpless as any other unicorn Frieden had faced. However, that thought did not make him feel as comfortable as it should.
Zeitreisender had managed to get inside while he had been distracted, and likely chose to attack at that moment due to Frieden’s focus on humiliating his slave. Frieden scanned the room, noting his slaves closer. They were an unnecessary liability. He’d kept them solely for his pleasure, but perhaps he should simply kill them.
That wasn’t entirely true. Madam Haftling had proved quite informative so far, and the rune on Fernost had given him other ideas. He could use them as batteries—living power sources to fuel his magic. Even Donnerkopf’s foolish attempt at escape had offered him further insight as to the nature of his magic.
Frieden stopped pacing, and walked slowly to Haftling. As he approached, her eyes locked to his in fear and her ears bent back submissively. Clearly she expected violence. Frieden paused just in front of her. She’d been a font of informational tidbits, perhaps her advice would be useful.
“I am displeased, Haftling. How did Zeitreisender get inside? I should have been able to sense him if he was teleporting.”
Haftling swallowed. “Master, Zeitreisender likely did not teleport in the traditional sense.” She blinked, and then added, “He was never very good at spatial measuring, so he was always afraid to try.”
Frieden wasn’t stupid, far from it. He knew that Zeitreisender was a time mage, so had traveled through time. But Frieden wasn’t sure how to ask what he wanted to know. He hoped that by getting Haftling to explain things he could get more information. “Then how did he get so close, Haftling?”
Haftling looked at him curiously. “Master, he probably came here sometime in the future or the past, and moved through time instead of space. I would guess the future, since he wouldn’t have known your threat in the past.”
Frieden ran his hoof over his chin. “But such spells are dangerous, and very limited, correct?”
She nodded. “Yes, Master.”
Frieden continued to muse. “He is still bound by the rules of time travel. Do you believe he will try again? Before you answer, Haftling, bare in mind that he will not succeed, and if I feel you have lied to me I will kill you.”
Haftling dipped her head and closed her eyes, apparently thinking for a good few seconds before she answered. “Master… You appeared to cripple him, I don’t think he’ll be able to cast a spell ever again from that point in time forward. However, this might not have been his first attempt.”
Frieden raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t considered that. “Oh?”
“If….” She scrunched up her face, deep in thought, “If he tried before, then he failed. But he may still have tried. He could show up again, Master, even if he does not try again.” Continuing, she looked hopefully up at Frieden. “I would wager that it wasn’t his first attempt. He seemed… desperate, Master.”
Frieden grumbled, remembering the short exchange he had with the time traveler. He had said that Frieden would kill him, but not yet. “Does Baron Zeitreisender have the power of prophecy, Haftling?”
“No, Master.” She shook her head. “That was Baron Voraussicht, and he was really only correct about half the time. He clearly had no idea that you’d show up, nor that Edelstein would betray him so quickly.” Haftling frowned, glancing at Edelstein.
Edelstein just rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, unconcerned. Madam Haftling’s frown deepened.
Ignoring Edelstein, Frieden continued his chain of questions. “Could he teach that spell to another pony?”
Haftling sighed. “It’s not likely, Master.” She waited a moment. “Perhaps… Perhaps Baron Von Herrscher? He’s an accomplished mage beyond his enhancement magic.” Haftling visibly pondered some more. “Or maybe Madam Mondschein. When she’s sober she can cast very potent spells of any specialty.”
“So there is a risk he’ll strike again, either through another pony or earlier in his time line.”
“I’d wager that it’s likely, Master. As we approach him in time, it will take less magic for him to travel back.”
Frieden continued to frown as he thought. The danger wasn’t necessarily Zeitreisender himself, but the spell that threatened to tear Frieden apart. It had felt strange, burning what it touched without fire or heat. “And what of the spell he used to assault me once he’d traveled through time?”
Haftling shrugged. “Zeitreisender was never very good at combat magic, Master. The whole ‘accuracy’ thing always held him back. I’ve never seen a spell like that, so I’d guess it had something to do with time magic.” She looked curious. “What did it feel like? Do you think that he attempted to send bits and pieces of you randomly through time? If I was trying to kill… well…” Her eyes went wide and she swallowed slowly, locking eyes with Frieden, “I just meant… That sounds like it might work on anything except Discord.”
Frieden hummed thoughtfully. That made sense, actually. It would bypass any sort of armor or spell shielding, and would work on anything. The only defense was to be in a stasis, like Morgentau, but that was its own defeat.
Haftling watched him, uneasily. She was waiting for him to hurt her after her comment, but when no punishment came, she slowly continued. “I would wager that Zeitreisender was being aided by Baron Von Herrscher. He was performing much more competently than he usually does.”
Frieden nodded, acknowledging her comment. “Thank you, Haftling. You’ve been most helpful.”
Haftling gave a hopeful smile, and let out a breath..
“When I was pacing, I was debating if keeping all of you alive was worth it. Each of you is a distraction, something holding me back from conquest. But without you, I’d be lacking vital information.” He glared at her. “Continue to prove your worth, Haftling.”
Haftling shivered, going rigid. “Yes, Master.”
Frieden climbed into his throne to think. The low hanging fruit had been plucked. There may be a few council members left that were easy pickings, but apparently they get organized against him at some point. He needed to make sure that they had less powerful ponies available when that happened. He needed to strike, and fast.
Grabbing the council room had been an excellent move, but he’d spent too much time playing victor when there were still enemies afoot. Half of them were out there, still alive. As of now, they probably didn’t understand his threat. But in a day or two, the survivors would. It was late in the day, most had probably gone home for the night, or on to their night lives.
“Haftling, I need a list. I need to know all of the surviving council members and where they live. We will wait here until sunset, and then assault their houses while they sleep. In addition to that, are there any council members who ever work late at night?”
Haftling shook her head. “That might not work, Master. Many guards are loyal to specific members, and the trail of corpses you left likely has gotten to a few of the council members already.”
Frieden frowned. “Then which member is in charge of the military?”
“That would be Baron Eisenhuf, Master.”
“Then we shall go to him first.”
“Yes, Master.”
Frieden looked around the room. Edelstein would be good in a fight, along with Donnerkopf. Fernost wasn’t impressive, but could survive. Madam Wald-Eule was barely acceptable. Morgentau was unacceptable, she could remain frozen. Sternbrand, however, was untested.
He found himself staring at Madam Donnerkopf as he planned. She was still laying passively on the floor, her tail soaking in a puddle of her own arousal and her open pussy occasionally twitching as the rune he’d left slowly filled with magic. The rune would keep her aroused, and occasionally bring her over the edge. Frieden began to chuckle. She’d learn to survive like that in combat, or she’d die. He didn’t care anymore, he’d won her game.
“Madam Donnerkopf and Edelstein. Come here, now.”
Edelstein stood up, a smile on her face and a glint in her eye. She moved gracefully and sauntered over, clearly trying to get Frieden’s attention. Donnerkopf rolled over and climbed to her feet. She twitched uncomfortably as she walked, but made no motion to hide her flushing face or heavy breathing. Her eyes were still bloodshot, likely still stinging from his cum.
“Madam, I’m leaving you in charge while I’m gone. You understand the price of failure. Edelstein, you will assist her.”
Donnerkopf bobbed her head. “Yes, Master.” Edelstein frowned, but didn’t day anything as she looked dejectedly at Donnerkopf.
“Bow your head, Donnerkopf.”
The mare tiredly lowered her horn. Frieden was going to use his slaves for an experiment. He traced a rune around the base of her horn, a filter tuned to a very specific magical frequency. Then he put another timed detonation rune on her back, and copied another to Edelstein.
“The rest of you, come here.” He called to the other three, who quickly came over.
Fernost looked exhausted, but still moved fast. Wald-Eule’s breath ran short, the pudgy mare really wasn’t used to running, and Sternbrand was the fasted.
Frieden traced over them as well, carving a complex series of interconnected runes over their backs with his hooves. He spoke as he carved. “You gave me an idea, Fernost. Madam Donnerkopf and Edelstein were the only two of you to prove effective at combat. However, I have placed a very draining rune on Donnerkopf. In order to improve her efficacy, you three will provide her with your magical power.”
All of his slaves looked at him in confusion. He grinned. “You three will be batteries, fueling Donnerkopf’s spells. She and Edelstein have the same rune that killed Elfenbeinturm, and they will die if I do not remove them before dawn.”
Fernost sat down and closed his eyes in despair.
“If any of you three attempt to escape or betray me, Donnerkopf will kill you by draining you.” He glared at Donnerkopf, who nodded. “And you, Edelstein, will have to make do under your own power. I’m sure you’ll manage.”
She frowned, but answered quickly. “Yes, Master.”
He smiled at them. “If Donnerkopf should die, her rune will attempt to revive her by draining enough magic to revitalize her. You three do not have nearly enough magic, so you will all die with her.”
Sternbrand and Madam Wald-Eule shared a quick, nervous glance before looking back to Frieden.
“Haftling and I are going hunting. While we’re gone I want you five to organize this palace, get this room clean, and detain or kill any other council members you meet.”
Frieden looked them over. Two were terrified, two were dispassionate, and one was disappointed. He wondered if Edelstein would try to kill the others by taking out Donnerkopf. She was a jealous mare, and he’d intentionally left her out of their deathtrap and in her own private one.
He turned and walked purposefully to the door.
Haftling paused for a moment, confused at his sudden exit, and then turned to shout at Donnerkopf as she quickly followed. “If you kill my children I will destroy you, Donnerkopf.”
Donnerkopf stayed silent, watching them leave with a red face and a twitch in her tail.
Frieden and Haftling walked the halls, noting the dead guards that he’d left before. “Hopefully they clean this hall up as well.” Frieden stepped over a pink corpse, its eyes closed peacefully in death. The sight made him feel strange. Nostalgic perhaps?
“Haftling, take us to Baron Eisenhuf. Explain the nature of your magic as we walk, I’m curious about something.”
Frieden knew that Sombra had magic to manipulate minds, he could feel the spells in the horn. Unfortunately they seemed to be focused on creating nightmares and forcing the pony into feverish and tortured dreams. While that was useful, it wasn’t what he wanted for Eisenhuf.
He needed the general to appear to be in his right mind when he ordered the army to round up the remaining council members. Haftling probably knew a trick or two to help with that, and Frieden hoped he could quickly adapt her advice to either Sombra’s magic or his own runes.
So far the only spells he’d managed had been entirely Sombra’s or entirely Runic. Telekinesis wasn’t a spell, just a manifestation of a unicorn’s power. Stronger unicorns had stronger telekinesis, and so far Frieden hadn’t found his limit. He was hoping that he could use Haftling’s spells, it would make enslaving these ponies so much faster.
As they left the palace, he was focused on Haftling's lessons and listening intently to her descriptions of ponies inner minds when an explosion startled him. An enormous pulse of energy grabbed his attention. He turned, watching as the palace wall exploded in a shower of stone and glass while a cloud of dust blew across the courtyard, cascading over their hooves like sea foam on a beach.
A hole had been blown wide, leaving a clear path to the throne room. Frieden erected a defensive rune, preparing for the assault when an object was flung at him from the hole. A burnt and deformed body bounced off his protective rune, falling to the floor with a crunch. As the dust settled, he could see a figure standing in the wreckage.
Donnerkopf stood silent, arcing sparks running up and down her body and dancing across the nearby rubble. The air around her crackled as the stone began to melt. Her eyes met Frieden’s, and then she bowed in a show of submission. The electric aura dissipated, and she turned to go back inside, only shouting a name over her shoulder.
“Madam Lichthüter.”
Haftling stared at the corpse in horror, and then cursed and stamped her hooves in frustration. “Fuck. You fucking idiot!”
Frieden laughed, delighted at the emotional display. “A friend, Haftling?”
She closed her eyes, squeezing them hard before answering. “Not anymore, Master.”
Frieden continued to laugh. He doubted Edelstein would make a move now, she would have seen that display from the inside. Pity. Maybe he’d set another trap for her and tempt her to commit suicide later. He was beginning to enjoy his toys, they had so many interesting features that he hadn’t been aware of when he’d found them.
Haftling continued her lecture as they left the corpse of her friend, and Frieden wondered how many of his toys he’d already broken.
Author's Note
No smut in this. Just lots of planning. Boring! But I've been enjoying my weekend, so that was nice. This is over halfway through, lets see how it goes. Donnerkopf has responsibilities now! Do you think she can handle them? I feel kind of bad for Fernost. Maybe he should just die. He only lives to be used as a power source—for magic and for dicks. He should really start being more useful soon. His dick power is running out, Frieden's really abused him for a while. I really wanted to kill Edelstein this time, but it just didn't work out. She gets to live another day. Wald-Eule was also on edge of death. She better step up her game.

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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.