Long ago, when the world of equis was at peace, when fillies and colts could play in the streets without fear of rape, peace ruled. The ponies, the previously dominant species sought friendship with the other races. With their much larger and much more deadly neighbors the dragons, they forged a strong alliance that helped the dragons when the eggs wouldn't hatch. With their taller neighbors the minotaurs they helped prevent a civil war between the two royal brothers saving the country of Minos. With their more abrasive neighbors the gryphons they helped to stabilize the more shaky areas of the country, as well improve the overall living conditions within the country of Griffon Stone. With the race known as the changelings, a race who once used the ponies as nothing more then food, friendship was made and bridges were built. Bridges that led to prosperity for the once starving race of insectoid ponies. Life was good for the ponies.

But then it happened. Equestria once a shining beacon of peace, friendship, and love was attacked by invaders from the north. The Caribou led by their king, Damian, invaded Equestria starting at the Crystal Empire. The Caribou wielded strange and perverse magic that allowed them to corrupt the stallions warping their minds until they could only think of sex. The mares faced the most danger though as their fate was one of slavery. Any pegasi captured had their wings locked away and was grounded. Any unicorn captured had their magic suppressed either by a cage locked upon their horn or by their horns being cut off. The earth ponies had nothing to seal or lock away so not much was done to them. The alicorns though faced the worst.

The alicorns were seen as goddesses. As such they were publicly made examples of. For the once powerful Solar princess she was made into the king's personal toy, and her connection to the sun was ripped away leaving the sun to move on its own extending the day cycles. For the princess of the moon she was given to the generals of the Caribou army, and her connection to the moon was severed leaving the moon to move on its own extending the night cycle. For the princess of love and former ruler of the Crystal Empire she was made into a public sex toy within her former city, and the Crystal Heart, a once powerful relic of love was corrupted and warped into the Crystal Cock, a relic of lust and sin. The princess of magic and her friends, the once great and powerful Elements of Harmony were made into slaves to their own friends and family within the town of Ponyville, or as it was renamed Pussyville. The ponies only hope lie with their allies of other countries. But upon the Crystal Cocks creation the entire planet fell to the Caribous magic.

That was two months ago. The former Element of Kindness, Fluttershy, was the only one who had yet to be corrupted. The Caribou had tried everything to break her, including putting the petrified spirit of chaos at her home. But she did not break. She wept and prayed to awake from this nightmare. When she did not awaken she prayed for the deities of the other countries to aid Equis. When nothing happened she prayed to, and tried to free, Discord offering herself as a vessel for him to use. But he did not answer. And so she prayed to anypony who could hear her. To anything that would help her people and free the world from the Caribou's tyranny.

Her prayers would go unheard no longer. Far away across dimensions, where Deities would fight to show which pantheon was superior her prayers reached. Most deities cared not about her plight. They cared not what happened to her or her world, only that they prove they are better. All but three deities. These deities were very different and held nothing in common. Yet this mare's words spoke to them. They felt her raw emotion. They felt her pain, her conviction, her fear, and her kindness. And so they would answer her prayer.

For three weeks Fluttershy would receive visions of her soon to be saviors. The first week she would see a hooded figure, one who caused fear and terror and brought death where ever he went. She would watch and listen as souls would scream out in pain and fear from his command over them, as he would warp around the battle field silencing his foes. When he spoke her own soul would cry out in fear and attempt to hide. "I am the one who rules over the afterlife. I command the spirit of death and I take the souls of those who dare oppose me. I am Hades King of the Underworld and a god of death!"

Upon the second week she would watch a large beetle push a glowing orb much bigger then it through a place of dead. He would protect the orb and ensure it leaves the place before pushing it through when it would return. She would come to realize that the orb was the sun and that this beetle was its guardian through this place of the dead. "When the sun falls into the underworld I am there to push it through and back out. When anyone attempts to steal the sun and prevent the dawn I am there to protect it. I am Khepri The Dawn Bringer!"

Upon the third and final week she would see three shadows all coming from a female with black hair. And yet this female never looked the same. Her appearance would change to one of four forms repeatedly. The first a Lurid Seductress, the second a Wrinkled Hag, the third a Screaming Crow, and the final form a Washer in the River. When the fourth form would be visible Fluttershy could feel a deep sense of fear and dread. "They say Fate is a fickle thing. That you control your own fate. That is just laughable. Fate is controlled by only me. I am The Morrigan and I will decide your fate."

Fluttershy would awaken at the end of the third week with a feeling of calm. She had thought her visions were just dreams of one finally succumbing to the torture she was put through daily. She did not know that her dreams were not just dreams, but messages sent by the gods.

The Gates of Tartarus. The Caribou knew of them. But they did not care about them. The only creature to escape the prison was recaptured and sealed even further away. To them these were useless doors. To their king though they were a threat. As such he placed a small fort in front of them to watch the doors for any movement. For months there was no activity. Until today.

It was the dead of night at the fort. The soldiers and guards were not on any level of alert as they were to busy drinking and raping the mares sent out to them. One mare being the Element of Kindness, Fluttershy. Fluttershy was sobbing heavily, a gag lodged firmly in her mouth, while the commander of the fort pounded his large girthy cock deep into her once pure hole. "Keep crying slut! I love seeing a pathetic bitch like you where you belong, on my cock." The caribou commander would laugh loudly as Fluttershy screams gagged protests.

"You disgusting mortals." A voice would echo out all activity and noise ceasing at the fort as its soldiers look around. "You who dare to harm the innocent, taint the pure, and defile the young." As the voice spoke out a feeling of dread would settle upon the caribou. One soldier, the only one who had yet to get his dick wet with the slaves, would cry out in alarm as the gates of Tartarus glowed a dark black/purple color. "I have heard the prayers from what once was a pure maiden, one who now suffers at your hands. One who will suffer no longer. I am enraged by the torment the souls of the dead go through as we speak, unable to pass on do to your perverse and vile magic. Unable to find peace do to what you now do to their loved ones. I hear them begging for your blood. And I am more then happy to give them what they wish!"

The gates slowly begin to open the soldiers and guards pulling out of their meat cunts and grabbing their weapons and armor. Fluttershy is left chained in the commander's office unable to see what is happening. As the gates to Tartarus open fully a black miasma begins to spill out. The once lush grass begins to wither and die, the wood on the fort begins to rot and decay, and the Caribou all feel as something pulls upon their souls. They feel as the cold hands of death grips their throats. They feel an emotion they never felt while attacking and conquering what once was Equestria. They feel fear.

From the now open gates a figure begins to float out. The figure was dawned in armor made seemingly of bones with purple robes connected to the armor. They held a large staff with a sickly yellow orb upon the top the orb suspend in the crook of the staff. What bare flesh was visible upon their arms appeared to be the mussels normally hidden under the skin. Yet this figure did not appear to have any skin. Their face was hidden under a deep purple hood their glowing sickly yellow eyes the only visible feature from their face.

"Hello fools. Tell me, who wishes to die first?" The figure asks this before he is sucked into the ground. In a explosion of magic the figure reappears in the center of the Caribou those caught in the center of the blast killed immediately. Those unfortunate enough to survive scream in agony some missing limbs, others heavily bleeding. The figure sends a miasma out the miasma screaming loudly as it blinds a large number of the Caribou while also assaulting their souls. The Caribou still standing and unharmed strike with swords and spears not having any magic wielders at the fort. Those that strike the figure find their weapons do little causing minor cuts at the most. The figure raises his staff above his head as every Caribou is grabbed by shadow screaming faces that tear at their flesh and souls pulling them closer and closer to the figure.

To say what occurred was a slaughter was putting it mildly. The only Caribou left was the forts commander. He was not spared injury though. His left leg was a bleeding and mangled limb his antlers broken off and his body scarred by the shadows that attacked him. "T-this can't be happening! We are the Caribou! The mightiest race on all of Equis! Just who are you to defy us!?" He screams in a terrified fury as he felt the icy grip of death grab his soul.

"Who am I? I am Hades, king of the Underworld, ruler of the dead, and God of Greece. To you though, I am your reckoning!" Hades slams his staff down upon the commander's chest as the shadows return, now though the commander knew what those shadows were. They were the souls of the damned, come to take him and his people.

As the commander's souls is taken away to be tortured with his fellow Caribou, Hades turns towards the large church like building. He could feel that this was not a place of worship or religion though. He floats towards the doors placing his hands upon them before slamming them open. The sun began to rise behind him as every bound Mare within the 'church' gazed upon this terrifying figure, the rising sun making him look like an angel of death. Hades goes towards the nearest mare. The mare had a light cream colored coat and light brown hair. A black collar was secured around her neck as she was chained down and covered in Caribou semen. She looked upon Hades with terror, as he reaches towards her she slams her eyes shut out waiting and accepting her death, her only regret being unable to see her son Button Mash again.

Her eyes open as she feels the chains that once bound fall off the terrifying figure holding now broken links of the chain. "Be afraid no longer. I have come to free you and your people. Free the others and get some cleaned. After you have freed them all I wish to address you and them." Hades goes to the back of the 'church' looking upon the statue of the Caribou king Dainn. In a sudden motion he blasts the statue to pieces enraged at this false god.

Hades looks at the mare again making her gulp in fear. "Mare what is your name?" The mare shivers from his voice before she works up the courage to respond. Her very soul afraid of the figure floating in front of her. It really didn't help that the figure was possibly as big as Celestia.

"M-my name? M-my name i-is Creamy Heart." She answers him shaking slightly in fear and do to her lack of clothing. the cold morning wind blowing in the open doors of the church. She is quick to grab a cloak that had belonged to one of her rapists using it to hide her body from her savior.

"Creamy Heart? What strange names you mortals have. I am Hades and you are now under my protection." As he says this he slams his staff onto the ground the church shaking as Hades power flows into it. The previously gray stone and oak wood begins to change become a smooth obsidian for the floors and walls while the wood pales to a white birch. The stain glass murals crack as the previous images of Caribou raping females of many races change. They change to the Caribou being ripped apart by the undead, being tortured for all eternity, and of Hades sitting upon this throne which now sported new Caribou antlers and skulls.

Author's Note

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Type of speech:

"someone talking."

'someone thinking/talking in their mind.'

a countries name or a capital/important city. or date/time

Coughing, sneezing, and other bodily actions

A god speaking.

Even though that last one is gonna be really annoying when/if I add more deities.

If you see any spelling error's feel free to let me know.

And if its not obvious by now I am just making up most of these converted sex names.