My P.o.V

I looked out over the main village of the small 'kingdom' I ruled with my wives with a smile. I was impressed at how far they had come since my wives and I had overthrown their former 'King' five years ago. What used to be huts made of wood were now houses of stone and thatch, the one my wives and I occupied being half the size of Canterlot Castle.

Speaking of which... "King indeed..." The Caribou king, Dainn, was a sexist pig that saw females as objects, only useful for pleasing males and breeding. Now, under our rule, females and males were equal, though the only Caribou stags left were the ones who had opposed Dainn's rule and had been turned into females, and then raped, repeatedly, as punishment. I don't know why, but upon Dainn's death all the males he had changed reverted to their original form.

A tingling feeling rushed through my body and I looked at my hand, frowning when I saw that my normally pale white chitin had been replaced by light brown fur. "Damn it." I focused for a second and the fur disappeared in a flash of grey flames, my pale chitin having returned. Sometimes I hate my Curse...

Let me explain.

My wives and I are beings known as Shikabane, corpses reanimated by their regrets and obsessions. Most Shikabane can take two forms, the form they had in life and a more bestial, more monsterous form they received after death. I am different in the regard thanks to my Curse. Each Shikabane has a unique... Ability related to them, these are what Shikabane refer to as their 'Curses'. My curse gives me the ability to take the 'normal' and bestial forms of any Shikabane I kill, so long as I... Eat their brain.

Yeah, disgusting, I know, that's another reason I hate it, but the main reason is the fact that I sometimes take the 'normal' form of my meals if I think about them and don't remember to force myself not to change. My Curse is the reason I took my new name, Identity, I can't remember the name I had before I became a Shikabane, and I thought that the name fit with my Curse.

And if you want to know what my obsession that was so powerful that I simply refused to stay dead is... I really wanted to truly be loved. And I got my wish, thankfully I didn't die when I got it.

"Oh Iddy~" Turning I saw one of my wives, Freyja, who was scantily clad might I add, only wearing a pair of tight panties, a bra that barely hid anything... And a red collar that had a small gold tag with her name on it. Had I not been wearing clothes, my 6.5 inch dick would have been visible to anyone who bothered to look up. She's a beautiful, thin, twenty-six year old Caribou doe with a small muzzle, light brown fur that had small white dots speckled on her coat and hazel eyes. She slowly sauntered over to me, swinging her hips as she did so. Within a few seconds she was pressing up against me, her D sized breasts flat against my chest, due to the fact that she was only 5-7 while I was an even 6 feet tall. She had died due to the abuse of her former 'master' and was brought back by her obsession with sex, or more specifically the pleasure one receives during an orgasm.

Closing the glass double doors that lead to the balcony and moving the curtains so that no one could peek in, I turned back to my fourth wife. 'I have a feeling that I know where this is heading...' I smiled as I felt her hand slowly slide down my stomach and rub against my crotch. "Yes Deer?" Ha!

If my wife had heard the pun, she didn't acknowledge it. She looked up at me with those big beautiful eyes of hers. "I'm horny~!" Did I mention that she was a bit of a nymphomaniac? She pulled me over to our pair of queen sized mattresses that had been put together, to accommodate the fact that there were five of us, and sat me down before getting on her knees and fiddling with my pants, pulling them down around my ankles a few moments later.

Before she could go any further, a knock on the door caused both of us to stand up, myself quickly pulling up my pants and buckling them.* "Yes?"

The voice of another of my wives' responded. "Hey ID, the Pony Princesses you sent a letter too, asking to meet them, are in the Dining Hall."

"Son of a bitch!" I looked at my wife. "Dear, get something more... Covering on, please... And take off the collar." I will admit that I internally squeed at the pout she gave me. As she stood up and walked over to the closet I walked over to the door and opened it, seeing Tula, my Dragon wife, standing there. I don't mean that in a negative way either, I mean it literally. One of my wives is a dragon.

Tula was wearing a tight fitting red t-shirt, though it barely covered her DD bust, with holes in the back so that she could fit her wings through, as well as a blue short skirt. She was taller than Freyja, standing at 5-10. She had beautiful blue eyes and her body was covered in light pink scales, she was also a bit heavier than the doe, though she was nowhere near fat. Her horns, which came out of the back of her head, curved down toward the bottom of her cheeks, almost reaching her chin, her curved purple spines lay flat against her back, from her neck to the tip of her tail, which was about four inches too short to reach the floor. She died in a rock slide and was brought back because she regretted not starting a hoard.

She looked over my shoulder and frowned when she saw the near naked doe putting on a tight fitting, light blue dress with a white snowflake on the front, right below where her breasts met, along with a white skirt. She looked back at me and scowled, crossing her arms over her chest. "You could've invited the rest of us you know."

I rubbed the back of my neck. "I would have if I had any warning, but you know Freyja, sometimes she wants me all to herself." She maintained her scowl for a few seconds before a smile spread across her lips.

"Well in that case, the four of us should 'punish' her tonight for being so selfish. Or..." She walked up next to me, placing a claw on my chest and moving it in a circle. "I could tell the Ponies to come back later and go get the others." She walked past me and over to Freyja and slid her right hand between the doe's legs and began to move it back and forth. "Maybe we could tie her up and gag her, then we could make her watch as you fuck us until we can't even remember our own names." Freyja moaned as Tula continued to rub her crotch. She leaned in until her mouth was next to the doe's ear. "You'd like that, wouldn't you slut?" The doe moaned again and nodded.

I frowned, but not because Tula had called one of her fellow wives a slut, because honestly, not only was it hot, but Freyja liked it when we referred to her with derogatory terms like that in the bedroom. She found it to be a turn on. I would have taken my reptile-like wife up on that offer if it weren't for the fact that there was at least one being powerful enough to move the sun waiting to meet us. The sacrifices I make for our safety, honestly. "Sorry, but that will have to wait until tonight."

Tula frowned and pulled her hand out from between Freyja's legs, making the doe whimper in sadness, and sighed. "Oh well."** She turned around and walked back over to me, but not before making Freyja yelp but slapping the doe on the ass. "I'm gonna go find Aella, Gigi's already in the Dining Hall with the Ponies... She's probably already talking to them..." I nodded and she walked past me and out the door.

I watched her leave and felt something bump up against me. I turned and saw that Freyja was once again looking up at me with those beautiful hazel eyes of hers. My gaze remained on her for a second before I realized what she was trying to do. "No."

I will admit that I squeed internally once more when she pouted.

Celestia's P.o.V

To say that I had been confused, not that I had shown it, when a Caribou had walked into my throne room and informed us that their former king, whom I had been planning on deposing for the last ten years, had been killed in a battle to the death, and that their new king, Dainn's killer, and his wives wished for us to meet them.

To say I was shocked when Twilight demanded that she come along with Cadance, Luna and I was an understatement. But what I saw before me wasn't confusing, nor was it shocking. No, what I saw before me was down right terrifying.

A female Diamond Dog, which seemed to be a breed of poodle, whom had introduced herself as Gigi, was sitting in one of was basically a group of five thrones at one end of the table that we all sat at. She wore a green dress that reached just above her knees, stitched to the cloth on her shoulders were a pair of metal shoulder pads. For some reason I couldn't help but occasionally glance at her D size breasts. The fact that she was smiling at me with a mouth full of canines wasn't helping, but that's not what scared me.

No. What scared me was the fact that she, as well as the she-dragon that had left to find their husband and other wives, were quite literally dead. I don't know if Twilight or Cadance noticed, but my sister and I did. It should have been impossible, I thought that I had tracked down and destroyed all necromatic spells in the world whilst Luna was still imprisoned in the moon.

And at the moment she was staring at me. It was unnerving and I was starting to have difficulty restraining myself from unleashing my magic upon the living corpse in order to destroy the abomination of nature. I took a sip of the tea that the servants of this castle had made, even if I didn't trust them, I still wanted to be polite, it was quite good in all honesty, although I couldn't place what type it was.

Things had been silent for about ten minutes when Twilight spoke up. "Soooo... Why did you and your family want to meet with us Gigi?"

The Diamond Dog smiled in response. "Denny want's to try and make pact with ponies."

I almost snickered. Almost. "Denny is your... Husband?" The poodle nodded. "Well, we would be delighted to hear what he has to say. Maybe we can come to some sort of agreement."

"I'm glad to hear that." I turned to the source of the voice and almost dropped my cup of tea at what I saw. There were two more abominations of nature. One a Caribou doe, the other a Changeling.

My P.o.V

Despite the fact that I was internally having a panic attack, I looked at the four Alicorns sitting at the table with my third wife and smiled as Freyja and I gave a bow before sitting down. "Hello your Majesties, my name is Identity, this is Freyja, one of my wives." I motioned to the doe and then to my other wife. "And I believe you've already met Gigi." Speaking of Gigi, she had been brought back by her obsession with digging of all things.

Celestia, the one that controlled the sun, was dressed in a slightly loose fitting white dress that blended with her fur and reached down to her knees, though it had a slit down each side to allow her to move freely. She wore a pair of gold colored high heals and a golden crown with a large amethyst in the center. She also had a necklace the was made of gold with a amethyst in the center that rested on her DD sized breasts.

Luna, the one that controlled the moon and stars, was wearing a dress that was similar to her sisters, only it was black that complimented her blue fur and hugged her curves, as well as her D sized breasts quite nicely. She had a pair of black high heels on and was wearing a silver crescent moon pendant on a silver chain. If I was interested in having any more wives, which I wont lie, I kind of am, and the others had said they wouldn't mind expanding our little family. Out of the four she's the one I would ask.

Cadance, the one that ruled the Crystal Empire, was a slim, pink furred mare that was wearing a brown sweater with a white skirt that covered most of her body. Not much more to say about her really.

Finally there was Twilight Sparkle... She wore a purple sweater, a few shades darker than her fur, and a pair of shorts that reached to the bottom of her knees, there wasn't much more to say about her either. Well, aside from the fact she was looking at me in disgust, actually now that I think about it, all four of them were looking at me in disgust.

There was only one reason I could think of that would cause them to look at me like that. They knew what we were. "So... You know what we are."

Luna narrowed her eyes at me and I saw a slight glow come from her horn. "Speak of your intentions abomination!"

Celestia looked at her sister. "Luna, sit down, we don't know how powerful these things are." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Twilight frown at her mentor's choice of words. It made sense, I guess, she's supposed to be the Princess of 'Friendship' after all. I saw the light around Luna's horn vanished and I released an internal sigh of relief.

"Instead of readying for battle, may I pose a question for the four of you?" The four looked at us eyeing us carefully before nodding. "Have any of you heard of the term Shikabane?" Almost as if by reflex, the purple princess spoke up.

"If I remember correctly, in Neighponese culture, a Shikabane is a corpse that is raised from the dead by powerful regrets or obsessions, and retain some of their memories from when they were still alive. They don't care about the living and will often kill them for reasons related to their obsessions. But I don't see why that matters, they're just a myth." I chuckled at that.

"That's mostly correct Princess... But you're wrong about them being a myth, after all, there are three of them in the room with you." The whole room went silent as the eyes of the younger Princesses widened and a scowl formed on the faces of the other two. Things remained that way until the sound of a door opening broke the silence. I looked over my shoulder and smiled. "Make that five." Tula sat down in her chair, the one on my left, and then my final wife, Aella, sat down in the chair on my right.

Aella was a Griffon and she was my first wife. She stood about 5-8, white feathers on the upper half of her body, except for her beak and D sized breasts, the lower half of her body was covered in a golden brown fur, her lion tail sticking out a hole in the back of the decorative plate armor she was wearing. She had one silver eye, the other was a milky white with a scar on the outside of it. She came from a family of warriors and has a lust for battle, that same lust for battle being the reason she didn't stay dead.

I smiled and looked toward the pony Princesses. "Well, now that everyone's here, let's get started, shall we?"

Before anyone could say anything the main doors to the dining hall burst open and a Caribou stag was thrown into the room covered in what seemed to be black crystals. He screamed in pain as the crystals began to spread across his body, quickly reaching his mouth and silencing him before his body burst into thousands of tiny shards.

Everyone sprung to their hooves, and feet in one and paws in two of our cases. Standing in the door was a creature made of a fusion shadows and black and red crystals that took the shape of a unicorn. "CrySTaLS!!!"***

"... Maybe we should deal with that first..."

To be continued.

Author's Note

Yeah, new story. Don't worry, I'll continue updating both Finding Family and The Tale of Team SASA as well, but I'll be writing this too.

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Cock. Tease. I am a cocktease, and you can't do shit about it! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

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I repeat, MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

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"Oh, hello plot divice that will help prove we're not evil!"