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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.

Fate's true wielder

20 Hours after forts liberation

Damian was in a better mood after having played with and broken the slut Celestia. After having his fun with her he ordered his wisest shaman to investigate the sun and moon returning to the speed it was at, before the slut sisters were stripped of their magic. Currently he sat upon his throne the room empty besides himself. He closes his eyes and begins channeling the magic his people wielded to look upon his cuntry.

His magical gaze goes to A Loose Whore, originally Appaloosa, first, the buffalo tribes near the city had all quickly fallen under his magic allowing the town to prosper in slavery. The pony mares were most useful for sex. While the buffalo sluts were excellent for labor. Currently he watched as a buffalo and earth pony were sold to a rather heavy set caribou. He chuckled as he watched them brake down sobbing and be dragged away. Before he sees an odd sight. A old wrinkled hag not bound in chains or even noticed by any of the males around her. He would look away for a moment but when he looks back she would be gone.

He would emerge from the trance that allowed him to see such a far distance do to a strange tapping noise he heard. He would look around the room but fail to find anything that could be making the noise.

"Strange. It is the fate of all whores to be in chains. Yet one remains free, ignored by my citizens. I will have to investigate this further. But not now. Now let me look at another prosperous city." He begins to enter the trance again only to stop as he hears the tapping again. Once again he would look around yet once again he would fail to find the cause. With a now annoyed huff he sits upon his thrown again and begins his magical journey,

This time his gaze settles upon Stallion Grand, originally Stalliongrad, the very pro male city. When the Caribou conquered Ecuntria the city had been attacked by the Yaks and the Gryphons but upon them entering the city they fell to the corrupting magic. Now the city was a conversion camp for males of all species. Any male who saw a female as a real person was sent to the camp. And upon their release from the camp they would see females for what they really are, a inferior gender fit only to produce offspring and give pleasure. Perhaps the greatest success of the camp was the brother of the former element of Honesty. When he had been sent to the camp he had been so resilient and strong willed always yelling and asking about his families well being. But after he was sent back home the first thing he did was fuck the hope right out of his sister, Applejack, breaking her mind and will. Now he had converted the barn on Sweet Apple Acres into a milking barn. But it wasn't for cows. He also renamed the farm into Milky Apple Acres.

As Damian watches the latest batch of arrivals get sorted he sees a odd sight. A female, one who still had her mind, attempting to seduce a recent dragon youngling they captured. From the looks of the female she would best be described as a Lurid Seductress. When he'd look at the guards near the two he would be very confused as no one around the two seemed to notice the female. When he looks back both the female and the dragon were gone!

Damian once gain would emerge from the trance this time hearing a cracking sound in the middle of the tapping. He snarls storming to the throne room doors and slamming them open. The guards would salute him upon seeing him.

"My king what can-" The guard is cut off by his king's annoyed glare quickly going silent and stiffening up.

"I have been hearing an tapping noise non stop since I entered my throne room. Which of you has been making that damned noise!" He would bellow this at them a look of annoyance plastered upon his face.

The guards would gain a confused look both glancing to each other. "My liege we have not heard anything. And we can assure you we have not heard any sort of noise." The other guard would nod in agreement with his fellow guard.

Damian glares at them. "Then find what is making that noise and silence it!" The guards, not wanting to feel his anger rush off quickly leaving Damian alone and the throne room unguarded. The king shuts the throne room doors behind him taking a few calming breathes. He returns to his throne taking his place upon it once again. He was about to use his magic sight once more but stops as he sees something off. A feather was drifting down onto his lap. As it lands he picks it up confusion written upon his face. "This is to small to be a ponies feather. And the winter wasteland around the empire prevents any flight. So where did this come from?" He glares at the feather his annoyance growing more at the now longer list of questions. With a snarl he disintegrates the feather and the questions it raised before closing his eyes and turning his magical sight to the greatest punishment any female could suffer.

The spell activated once again he finds himself looking upon the biggest reason for his successful conquest. The war beast breeding camp. Unlike the other cities of Ecuntria this was the only place his people built. At the camp females were brought and injected with magic, drugs, and sometimes magically made drugs. The purpose of these drugs and magic, to alter the females reproductive system. The end result was a female who was always in heat, capable of bearing war beast offspring, and was highly fertile. Once a female was sent there she never left her body ruined by the magic/drugs used upon her.

As his vision moves closer to the camp he sees the numerous pens for all the different species and sub species of war beasts. Originally there were no sub species, but after sending a griffon by the name of Gilda to the camp it was discovered that different species produced different offspring. With a griffon as the child bearer the war beast produced had mighty wings allowing them flight while also changing their thick heavy fur into light thin feathers. With a dragon, as hard as they where to capture, a lava resistant war beast was produced coated in thick and hard scales. With a changeling, also hard to capture, war beasts capable of camouflage with a chitin armor and insectoid wings. Minotaurs produced much stronger and sturdier war beasts but they were also prone to random bouts of anger and aggression as well having much larger but also sharper horns. The hardest race to capture were the sea ponies but after numerous attempts they managed to capture one and artificially inseminate her, her offspring had scales, fins instead of legs, and gills which allowed for aquatic conquest.

Speaking of the griffon Gilda, he came upon her and her pen mate the former element of Loyalty, Rainbow Dash. Both females were strapped down to a breeding stand the large ten foot tall hairy beasts forcing the females now ruined and gaping pussies wide once more. Both were placed across from each other with no blindfolds so they could watch as the other one broke mentally. He grew a large smile he watch the whores orgasm as the filthy war beasts begin to fill them with their potent seed. The griffon began to cry calling out to her former friend and saying useless things like, "Hang in their Dash!" and "Don't you break on me!" Of course this would just make him laugh more as the slut was long since broken in mind and body. She had been easiest to break, like deep down she wanted it.

As the king went to each pen he would gain a sense of empowerment. Seeing more and more of the resilient females being broken and forced to produce more beasts for armies gave him such a feeling of pride. Truly nothing could destroy his kingdom! But then he sees her. Down at the river, where all the water the camp needs is provided was a strange looking creature. She was bipedal like a minotaur but smaller and less muscular. She had hair only upon her head and no snout or horns. She sat at the river a washboard being used to clean out bloody caribou clothing. "What is this trickery!?"

"Tis no trickery Damian. Tis merely fate's true wielder come to deliver a message." Damian would watch in surprise as the female stands, a large staff forming in her grip, before turning and looking right at him. He could see the raw power within her eyes. Eyes that glared a promise of death. "The gods of this realm have grown fat and lazy in all their eons of peace. They refused to help those in need simply cause it did not amuse them. Well we are not happy. We have come to do what they should have. We have come to show ye that fate bows only to me. And you have lied about controlling it for far too long."

"You dare speak that way to me whore!? I am king Damian ruler of Ecuntria! God king of the Caribou! And breaker of bitches such as your self! What power do you claim to speak, no, to threaten me!?" Damian roars in fury spittle flying from his mouth as he prepared to launch a mental attack upon this whore.

"We are The Morrigan and we control fate. And yours does bode well." Damian charges her only for her to stab the staff into his chest a magically formed spear tip forming on it and disrupting his focus as pain and agony shoots throughout his mind.

Damian would scream in pain rising from his throne as the magical backlash tore through his mind and body a large bloody wound forming upon his chest where he was stabbed. He would fall to his hands and knee his own blood spilling upon the crystal floor as he attempted to heal himself using his magic which ran wild from the backlash. Guards would rush in upon hearing his scream and quickly try to aid him only to be vaporized by Damian in his blind fury. "That whore will suffer for this! I know not how she holds such power but I will enjoy taking it away and making it my own!" As he finishes saying that a crow would fly down from the rafters and begin to caw loudly before it changes shape becoming the woman who attacked and wounded him.

"You claim to be a god but I know no god who bleeds so easily from a simple poke." Before he could react she would fire a ball of magic from her staff the ball impacting his chest and sending him flying into his throne breaking the crystal chair which had been since Sombra ruled. "You claim you will steal my powers, but just as a centaur with the same idea tried upon all of this nation it will fail. Unlike the centaur you will not be imprisoned. You will end up as he." Her open hand would glow with magical power before she tosses the severed and charred head of Tirek upon the ground a look of shock, horror, and dread stuck upon his face.

"Y- COUGH COUGH -You killed him!?" Damian was well aware of Tirek the conqueror and his once unique ability to steal the magic from other living beings. He was aware of his previous escape from the once inescapable Tartarus. He was aware of him stealing the powers from Discord the spirit of chaos and disharmony. And he was aware of his reimprisonment. But to see his severed head was a chilling sight.

"Not I but another god. The one who moved the sun and moon back to their proper speed. One who did not lift a claw to kill him. The fool attempted to take that which would aid the god in his strength. But as he found out it was far to much for his pathetic mortal body to hold. She smirks as she would slowly walked up to the head before in swift motion she crushes it under her shoe splattering the cooked and rancid smelling innards onto the floor. "Your time has come false god. Soon all that you have built will fall. And the gods shall see you suffer for all eternity. With that she turns back into a crow before flying out the window which had a hole big enough for her to fit through.

"So that's what that noise was." Damian would form a shaking fist before with a roar of anger and power and fires a magical blast into the window shatter it and causing his subjects to look towards his castle in confusion and worry. Damian with a snarl would storm off towards his greatest mages. War had come, and if that whores claims where to be believed then it was a war with the gods.