Chapter 10: Olaf the Caribou

Chaos.

Canterlot was falling into complete and utter chaos.

Mere minutes ago he was overseeing a new shipment of females ready to be milked. Then a white light came out of nowhere, and instants later an earth pony stallion cried out so loudly it was a miracle his vocal cords weren't ripped to shreds then and there. He saw the pony tackle one of his 'fellow' caribou brothers before tearing his antlers with a mighty pull. He watched, dumbfounded, as the pony was brought down by several spears coming from more of his brothers and a few ponies.

Then he heard another scream, then another, and then another. It took scant seconds for the entire city to be drowned in screams of anguish and hate, soon followed by those of pain and the orchestra of battle.

In that moment he dismounted his warbeast and ran inside the milker mill he had been working almost ever since the Fall started.

A place he hated with all his might.

Before entering, he saw a green, powerful barrier of sorts surround the castle. He gave it little bearing and went inside. The scene that greeted him was all too familiar: mares, does and females of other species were bounded, shackled, and strapped on contraptions meant to retain them on a painful, uncomfortable kneeling position as a vibrator came in and out of their privates. Their breasts, large but firm, were being milked for their valuable milk: a delight for many a caribou.

The females had to be red collars or nearly broken blacks to achieve the grade his superiors demanded, so they were always complacent. But aside from the caribou cows and does, almost every other female was thrashing around trying to free themselves.

Olaf gritted his teeth until it hurt him, his head pounding with anger.

"What the fuck is going on outside, Olaf!?"

Olaf turned to the side to see his superior and a couple of his fellow workers coming from the basement where they stored the females.

"...Revolt," he replied hissing the word. "Revolt against Dainn and the caribou," he said a bit louder. "The entire city is in chaos."

"The damn rebels dare to attack us and our almighty King!?" His superior shouted as he pulled the warhammer strapped on in back.

"The Barrier is gone," Olaf said turning to see the females once more, fists clenching hard.

"The Barrier our King made... broken?" One said incredulously.

"It can't be! Nothing is more powerful than King Dainn; much less so than male superiority!" Another added outraged.

"Was it that light from before?" Another asked but no-one replied.

"Fucking shit!" The superior shouted. "Everyone, we must secure the sluts before going out there and teach those rebels who their Master is! Maybe we can get some more stock for free along the way!" He laughed. The others joined in.

Olaf glared as he saw the females struggling against their restraints. He focused on one in particular: a pegasus mare, a teenager according to ponies, with blueish coat, yellow mane, and tail, with an open book cutie mark, and vibrant honey colored eyes.

"Those bitches will finally understand the true power of male superiority!"

Olaf felt his arms shake as the mare stopped struggling and looked at him, her eyes wide.

"Ha ha ha! YES! Those worthless cunts dragged their asses to us in this petty, insignificant attack? Good, I say! I've been wanting to add a few more holes to fuck for my collection!"

Olaf felt his anger diminish a little while he looked deep into the eyes of that mare. He didn't know her name, but he knew she had arrived a few months back. He recognized her, he had been tending to her alongside virtually every other mare currently in the mill and those that had been discarded to the dumpster when they stopped producing milk like the superior wanted.

"You may want that, brother! I for one just want two or three. Buying a toilet is very expensive, but training costs practically nothing! My last one broke a week ago, I need a replacement fast."

Olaf took a quick glance around to see the other females, almost a hundred of them, before focusing his gaze once more on the mare. She took notice of him staring at her and froze. It lasted for a second, and then she looked at him with a pleading stare. Deep. Strong. Longing. She was begging him to help her.

It was no secret he was far tamer when compared to his fellow caribou around the mill. Some females had even been bold enough to truly thank him and not because he was a 'Master'. Fury, anger, loathing, and hate returned the moment he grabbed his twin battleaxes from his back.

He knew it was stupid. Pointless. No one could stand against Dainn. Not the rebels. Not the Liberators. Not the Forest of Death. Not even a God such as Discord could stand against Dainn. Fighting back against male superiority was useless and only served to please the caribou when they were opposed, so their victory would be all the greater.

He had given up hope so long, long ago to escape from the Tartarus he was in he simply accepted his fate as a Heretic amongst his own kind.

"RRRAAAAAHHHHHH!" He shouted as loud as his lungs allowed him before throwing himself at his stunned and confused fellow caribou. With a swing of his left axe the head of the superior rolled to the ground. His right axe followed suit to sever the hands of another, the stag stumbling back and screaming in pain. Before the remaining three could properly react, he did a mid-spin and lopped the head of another of his brothers. Still driven by his momentum, Olaf twirled his axes once before driving them through the unprotected chests of the last remaining two caribou.

He fell to the ground along with them, his axes stuck in their chests. He quickly stood up, retrieved his axes, and moved to finish off the still screaming and cursing stag on the floor.

When he was done, he looked at the females. All of them with the exception of the caribou ones, had stopped their struggling and were now wide-eyed looking at him.

"..." He didn't say anything to them and he made his way to the control panel and shut everything off. Pulling on a leaver, their restraints came off minus their shackled hands and their gags. "I'm going outside. I'll lock the door... and you better pray that anything but a caribou comes back in." Olaf said before doing as he said. Before closing the door, however, he looked at the mare one last time to see tears, happy ones, falling from her eyes.

Once outside, Olaf saw several of his fellow caribou currently engaged against a minor rebel force formed by many males and females from several other species. It appeared that the caribou forces were pushing the rebels back. A nearby scream made him turn his attention to see a changeling female, a mareling if he was correct, struggling against a stag who was preparing himself to rape her on the spot as most of her armor was removed on her lower half.

Olaf felt his rage surge once more, and so he tossed one of his axes at the caribou; the blade impaling itself right in the middle of his head, then he fell. He ran towards his latest victim to retrieve his axe, moving the body aside to see if the mareling was alright. She was scared and confused as she saw him pull out his bloodied axe from the skull of another caribou.

"HERETIC!" A shout came from the side.

Olaf watched as a stag, a calf near adulthood really, charge at him with a spear.

Olaf moved to the side at the last moment, giving him enough space and time to cut the head of the calf with a brutal, vicious swing of his axes.

"Y-you..." the mareling stammered.

"Are a Heretic? Yes," he said with a scowl and lips pursed in anger. "And I have never felt freer in my entire life than right now, fema-- lady." He said offering the handle of his right axe to help the mareling stand up. She took it, still slightly puzzled, and he brought her to her feet with a strong pull. "Can you walk or fly?"

"KILL THE HERETIC AND THAT CUNT, BROTHERS!"

Olaf turned back to see a group of twenty or so caribou and a few 'Guard Bitches'. Holding his axes tightly, he stood in between the mareling and the group. He took a quick glance to the side to see rebel reinforcements had arrived and they were now fighting to a standstill the caribou forces on the other side of the street.

"GO!" He shouted as he charged against the group. The mareling obeyed and flew away to meet her allies. Olaf took a low-guard stance with his axes spread to the sides as the group sent their females guards first. "DEATH TO DAINN!" He shouted with all his might before charging forward on his own. His axes fell upon two of the female guard's chests and an arrow struck his shoulder.

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"Hurry! He's here!"

Olaf opened his eyes to see a blurry image of a mareling and a few others he couldn't recognize.

"He's a caribou, Skiak!"

"He saved me, Lago! He's a Heretic, like the Liberators!" The mareling, Skiak, said back angrily as she knelt beside him. "H-Hey... how are you feeling?"

"...Tired...," Olaf answered watching his blood-stained hands, his axes nowhere to be found, and three spears latched on his abdomen along with a broken leg and a missing antler. "...Cold..." He looked at Skiak. "F-Females... Milking Delights... I left them u-unbound but shackled and locked... for their s-safety."

"A team already stormed it. They couldn't believe when they said a caribou stag saved them," she said trying to grab one of his hands.

Olaf pushed her away. "This is fine...," he said looking at the nearby burning buildings and at the corpses of at least a hundred caribou and some ponies laying all around him while he was sitting on the ground, leaning his back against a wall. "This is fine...," he began to close his eyes.

"Hey, HEY! Don't you dare die on me now! What in Chrysalis's mucus are you waiting for!? Help him!" Skiak ordered. Her fellow rebels finally reacting and doing as she asked.

"No need...," Olaf replied. "Is it over? Is it truly over?"

Skiak gripped his hand tighter. "Yes, it is over. The Fall is over. Dainn was defeated by the Element Bearers after Spike and Queen Chrysalis wore him down enough," she revealed.

Olaf smiled, blood running down his mouth. "Male... superiority... huh? Wasn't as... invinci... ble as that... monster... claimed," Olaf closed his eyes. "This is fine." He said one last time and his breathing stopped.

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*Nine years after the end of the Fall*

Captain Skiak of her Royal Majesty Queen Chrysalis Royal Guards, stood in front of one of the many monuments built in Canterlot's graveyard that commemorated the fallen heroes of Equestria, and those that had suffered and perished under the caribou regime in the span of those four torturous years; their names engraved in the purest slabs of marble shaped in the form of flame. At her side stood her husband, Noteworthy, and Silky Feather, her best friend, and the reason they could come every year to visit this monument in particular.

"Thank you, Olaf. Thank you," Silky said tracing her fingers over the engraved name that almost seemed impossible to believe it was there:

'Olaf the Caribou, silent hero of Equestria, may you rest in peace.'

End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!