Caribou Raiders: First Contact

Chapters

Daring Do's Search for Adventure
Daring Do's Defilement
The Royal Yurt

Daring Do's Search for Adventure

Grass, grass and more grass. Daring Do sighed. Sometimes, she really hated her job. No, it wasn't when she was tied up and an over-elaborate death trap was just split seconds away form slicing her to ribbons. Nor was it the times when she had to fight off Dr. Caballeron's henchmen in an active volcano during an earthquake. It was the times when absolutely nothing was going on. Just an endless, already weeks long, boring walk through the Equestrian grasslands to the coordinates of the Black Tongue, a magical artifact from another world. If the tales of it were true, it could translate any language.

She had at many points considered just giving up on the whole ordeal. The Black Tongue would hardly be any use to Equestria, a land that had long ago adopted a universal language. But each step she set towards the coordinates where the artifact would allegedly appear was another reason not to turn around. She had walked so far, turning back now would just mean she wasted all that effort and she knew she'd spend countless restless nights wondering what adventure she missed out on.

"Adventure? There isn't anypony as far as far as the eye can see. What are you going to do? Fight rogue blades of grass?"

"Great, you're talking to yourself again, Daring. And that negative attitude isn't going to make this adventure any more fun."

"I'm just telling you the truth, Do. This was just wasted effort."

"And now you're arguing with yourself. Good going!"

Suddenly a bright white light flashed and lit up the sky right before her. Something big had happened over the horizon. Or was she seeing thing? She quickly rumbled in her travel bag to take out her sextant.

"You're almost there, Daring. You might get a real adventure after all!"

"Well, almost there in coordinates is still quite the walk. Move that fat plot of yours."

Filled with a new vigor, she marched on towards the source of the flash. After half an hour she could swear she saw something.

"Are those horns? Where did they go? Is that grass... moving? No, I must be seeing things."

Just as suddenly as these strange visions had appeared they disappeared.

"Come on! A little well deserved adventure is just what you need right now."

For another boring half hour, nothing happened. And then over the horizon a brown and grey smudge appeared. The smudge got bigger and bigger, until Daring Do could make out that the brown and grey smudge was made up out of many little brown and grey smudges.

"There must be thousands of them. I better hide and wait this out until I know what they want."

Daring Do laid prone in the tall grass, covered herself with it and waited. Between the strands of the grass, she could still spy on what was approaching. The smudge got closer and closer. It wasn't just an enormous crowd. They were riding things. Big gray beasts she couldn't quite place. They most closely resembled wild boars, but were much larger. The riders as well were also unlike anything she had seen before. All of them were brown and much larger than the average mare or stallion, their heads adorned with impressive pairs of horns that branched out to slightly resemble trees in fall.

They kept getting closer, but her trick seemed to work. They surrounded her, the hooves of the beast they were riding all around her. Yet they didn't seem to notice her and none of the beast ever stepped on her. Daring could see some had bloated udders leaking drops of milk. Disturbingly, the others had huge cocks just hanging out semi-erect, leaking precum. Disgusted, she gagged but thankfully stopped herself from making a snarky comment to herself. She could now clearly hear the riders talking to each other but she couldn't understand a word. It sounded unmelodic, with sharp consonants and sounds Daring Do was completely unfamiliar with.

"You can come out now. We've known all this time that you're here, cow." a metallic voice spoke.

Stunned, she got up. Before her were two of these riders looking straight at her. Unlike the rest of the riders, those two were covered in armor. Metallic scales covered their chests and chainmail covered parts of their heads. One of them was holding a black, shiny, almost oily cube.

"Who are you people?"

The black object made a similar metallic noise, this time in the langue of the riders.

One of the armored figures started moving his arms and speaking with passion in a way that would have been very impressive had the black object not translated his words in metallic monotone before Daring Do could understand them.

"Kneel, cow. Before you rides Khagan Dainn the Great of the Caribou. The one true heir of Url the Blessed. Victor of the Campaign of the Lost Fawns and the Battle of the Bloodied Yurt. And by the Two Faced God, get those clothes of. You're not a buck, display your body proudly like He meant you to."

"First of all, I'm not kneeling before any "Khagan". Princess Celestia and Princess Luna rule Equestria, not your Dainn. Second of all, I'm not a cow, I'm a mare. Thirdly, I'm not getting naked in front of you perverts no matter what your god thing says."

The riders surrounding her didn't appreciate the words one bit. They start mumbling between each other.

"A heretic!" "No, a heathen!" "May the Two Faced God have mercy on her soul!"

Daring Do stood her ground however. She knew she had one trump card over them and this Khagan Dainn was holding the Black Tongue. Before her however appeared a rider much taller and wider than the rest, his mount clearly strained to lift him up. His face was red in anger and he was holding a leather club.

"What are you going to do, big guy?" she taunted.

"I'm going to stun you and rape you straight, cunt!" the giant answered in a furious voice clearly meant to be scare Daring.

The fact that the message still had to be repeated in the Black Tongue's tinny monotone voice first made it a lot less intimidating that the Caribou intended it to be.

He gave the back of the head of his mount a slap and it charged forward. As he got close he clumsily tried to hit Daring Do with the club. She easily dodged and let the rider pass her by. He turned around and swung again at her but with just as little a result. Then he tensed up and collapsed from his mount on the grass. Khagan Dainn was behind him and he was holding his own leather club with smoke coming off it.

"I swear to the Two Faced God, Ivangir. If you weren't my sworn shield I would have switched an idiot like you long ago."

Said Ivangir just grumbled angrily face down on the grass but made no attempt to get up.

"My apologies for this incident, mare. Who is this "Princess" Celestia you speak of?"

"She rules Equestria along with her sister Luna."

"Did you say "She rules"?" Dainn reacted stunned.

"Yes of course."

The entire crowd broke out in a cacophony of outraged shouts and screams the Black Tongue could only translate as "Rabble rabble rabble."

The Khagan lifted his arms.

"Quiet! Remember the third aspect of the Two Faced God, brothers!"

And just like that, the crowd calmed down, shamed looks appearing on their faces.

"Climb on my warbeast. You must be very tired of walking by now."

"Is that what those things are called?"

Dainn nodded. Despite a gut feeling of suspicion, Daring Do obliged.

"Tell me of this Celestia and Luna, mare."

Daring Do's Defilement

Daring felt great to finally speak again with someone that wasn't herself. The fact that the Black Tongue had to translate every time made things rather awkward. That and that at some points, it felt like she was being interrogated instead of having a proper conversation. This continued all the way into the Caribou camp.

"So why does Discord follow Celestia and Luna?"

"He's reformed. Fluttershy convinced him to turn good."

"This Fluttershy then must be great in bed then."

"No, they're just friends."

This gave the Khagan Dainn pause and Daring Do an opportunity to look around. The camp looked fairly normal. Fawns were practicing archery just outside. Well, the male fawns were practicing, the female fawns were watching them practice. However, both wore leather clothes similar to their fathers. Only fully grown Caribou cows walked around naked. This still didn't sit well her, but she had seen worse. The group picked up the pace. All the way on the other side of the camp there was an iron pole with a two headed golden statue mounted on it with a lit fire burning under it. Caribou cows were pouring two white liquids in each one's mouth that poured down into the fire turning into steam. Besides this ritual, there were cows milking the female beasts. Others were with their lips locked on the males and stroking their cocks with both their hands. Daring Do's stomach turned upside down seeing this. Just as she was about to throw up she felt a sharp pain spread from her back to whole her her body. She tensed up and fell of Dainn's warbeast to the ground like Ivangir had before.

"Good job Adelgis. Damn it, how do I turn this Black Tongue off?"

"I don't think you can, my liege. The old ones probably didn't design it that way." the other armored Caribou informed.

"Doesn't matter, we have work to do anyway."

As Daring tried to pull herself back together from what just happened she could hear swords being drawn. Her heart raced. She needed to play her trump card or else she'd be butchered by these creeps. She stood up and spread her wings. She took off with them staring at her with jaws dropped.

"We had a lovely chat, but I really need to get going, Dainn."

While the other Caribou were still frozen, Dainn grabbed his bow, drew back and aimed at Daring. She wasn't worried. She had dodged many arrows before. She purposefully taunted him by flying around him in a serpentine patter. The Khagan let the arrow fly. A fiery pain shot through Daring Do's right wing. Stunned she looked at it to find out that Dainn's arrow had hit true despite her erratic movement.

"You're such a cocky idiot, Daring Do." she told herself as she plummeted to the ground.

She winced in pain as her already abused body hit the grass. The Caribou dismounted and closed in with their swords. She was done for. There were just too many. She could never fight them off. Her life flashed before her eyes as the blades reached her body.

Four caribou grabbed a limb each; holding her down. But when the sword touched her flesh, instead of plunging in, they cut her clothes. Cut after cut until Daring's jacket and pants were nothing but ribbons. Dozens of Caribou arms were on her some grabbing and squeezing her breasts and ass, others tearing off what little remained of her outfit. Tears filled Daring Do's eyes, almost by instinct.

"What are you doing? Stop!"

"Does the Khagan want the first round with this new catch?"

Dainn hesitated for a just a moment but still dropped his pants to reveal a throbbing erection that could put any stallion to shame.

"This can't be happening. This can't be happening! You Caribou are sick."

Still held down by Dainn's subjects, Daring Do could do nothing as Dainn laid himself on top of her and started pushing into her. As if she hadn't been through enough pain today, yet another fiery pain shot through her as the Khagan pushed into her dry nethers. She hated herself for crying but the tears that filled her eyes started rolling down. Her blood boiled.

"You won't get away with this,.... Dainn! I will... escape!... And then all those ponies... you asked me about.... will use their powers to destroy you!.... Celestia, Luna, Cadence,.... Twilight and the other Elements, Starlight Glimmer,.... Ember, Thorax, the'll come,... and crush you and your Caribou... like the bugs you are!"

With each of Dainn's trust, Daring Do's curses sounded more pained. He didn't need her to tell him that they'd come. He knew they would and he and his clan would be ready when they did. He kept going deeper. By the time he got to her cervix, Daring Do's curses and promises of revenge carried out by Equestria's elite had turned into inarticulate angry yelling. Her slit had slightly moistened up.

"Blood. It has to be blood. This brute is making me bleed. My body would never betray me like that." she told herself.

She could see that Dainn was getting more and more into it. Disgusted by the pleasure on his face she turned her head to the side. What she saw wasn't much better. Many of his subjects had taken out their own cocks and were slowly masturbating.

"Come on, just finish, you bastard!"

A mix of relief and absolute disgust filled Daring as Dainn finished inside her and her ordeal finally seemed to end. It was over. It had to be over.

Dainn pulled out and lifted up his pants.

"Have fun with her, brothers."

Daring Do's eyes widened as the Caribou descended on her like vultures on a corpse. They flipped her over and lifted her up. One of the Caribou slid under her, not even waiting for Dainn's cum to fully leak out of her before pushing into her abused cunt.

"No, no, no! Stop already!"

Another one started pushing into her ass. Yet another sharp pain shot through Daring Do's body. She clenched up, trying to keep the invader out, but to no success. Another one pushed his meat in her face. Daring Do bit down on it with all the strength she had left in her and savored the little taste of revenge she got. This earned her a few angry Caribou curses and a punch to the head strong enough to make her release her prey. Still, it was worth it, despite the stars she was now seeing.

Another Caribou tried to push something into her mouth. A metal ring. Daring Do kept it shut. Another two of them had to force her mouth open through a mixture of cutting of her air and brute force. With the ring in, she could now in no way stop the Caribou using her mouth. The salty taste made her gag. What did she do to deserve this?

All this time, Dainn was observing his subjects. The other armored Caribou moved close to him.

"Good catch, my liege."

"She hardly stood a chance, Ortwin. Don't flatter me, you know I don't like that. Just tell me what you came to tell me."

"Those wings. We have to take care of those wings. No female may posses abilities that a male doesn't. It's unnatural."

"I'll take care of that, my liege." Ivangir declared loudly, holding out his sword with a grin on his face.

"Sheathe your weapon, Ivangir. You'll do no such thing."

"My liege. This problem has to be taken care of. They're an affront to the Two Faced God. I see why you wouldn't let Ivangir operate on her, but something has to be done. I could amputate them."

Dainn sighed. He felt pity for his captive. To rape a female was one thing. It was the way of the Caribou. He had done this himself many times before, taking pleasure from the bodies of the cows of clans he had defeated. It was what the Two Faced God wanted. But this? Why would the Two Faced God have given this mare wings only so that they would have to be destroyed in some way anyways?

"Don't amputate them. Pluck them, Ortwin."

As the Caribou storyteller moved closer to the moving pile of flesh that was Daring Do's personal hell, she barely noticed him. Only after a few feathers were plucked did she even realize what was happening. She gave an agonized scream, muffled by the Caribou cock moving in and out of her mouth. What else could they still take from her?

The Royal Yurt

Dainn sat in the royal yurt, staring into the fire as the agonized screams of Daring Do echoing in his ears. She had long ago given up on screaming, but still his subjects weren't giving her any rest. Everyone wanted a turn with this new exotic toy. Besides him sat his older sister, Engla. It wasn't an outright sin for the two siblings to hang out like this but it wasn't truly proper Caribou behavior either.

"She'll learn to accept it. And then she'll learn to love it. Just like I did."

For a moment Dainn wished he'd kept Daring Do's jacket so he could given it to his naked sibling to put on. Knowing these thoughts are heresy, he quickly banished them.

"Why does she have to suffer like this? Why does the Two Faced God want this?"

"As Ortwin always says, The Two Faced God moves in mysterious ways, Dainn. Just as He puts us cows through many trials, so does he do the same for bucks."

The many scars on Dainn's body attested to that.

"I guess you're right."

"I can see that this isn't the only thing bothering you, Dainn."

The Khagan sighed.

"If even half the tales this mare told me about the elite of this new land, we're up for one hell of a war."

"You're Khagan Dainn, brother. They should fear you, not you them. Three other clans rode against you at the Battle of the Bloodied Yurt and you outsmarted and smashed all of them!"

"There's one that stands out though. Discord. If the tales that mare spun about him are true, we've already lost. He could kill us by just snapping his fingers."

"Then why hasn't he overthrown these pathetic female rulers that lord over him yet?"

"A mare named Fluttershy convinced him into following them."

"And with what amazing sexual act did she do that?" Engla asked, stunned.

"That's the same thing I asked. Not through sex but through friendship."

"She has to be lying. Maybe everything she said to you was her trying to trick you."

"Don't talk strategy, Engla. You know that's not proper for a cow."

"Sorry."

"This Daring Do just let me lead her to the place of her raping without suspecting a thing. She had no reason to lie to me."

Engla thought for a moment. Then a bright smile appeared on her face.

"This Fluttershy gave him friendship. I'll give him one better. I'll give him love."

Dainn stroked his chin. This could work. His big sister was the prettiest cow in the whole clan. Every buck wanted to do her. This annoyed Dainn no matter how much he wished it didn't but it could be the solution to their problem.

"And what if he's unlovable?"

"Then I'll pretend I love him. I'd be employing the third aspect of the Two Faced God that way."

"Deception. This could work, Engla... Good plan, I guess."

He felt incredibly awkward saying that last thing to a cow. It felt even more awkward after having just scolded her for talking about strategy.

"What do you mean, Dainn? My clever little brother came up with this plan. I'm just a dumb cow." Engla said happily and shushed Dainn as he tried to protest.

Author's Note

I'm expecting quite a bit of flack on this. Not only from outsiders but from the powderkeg that is the Fall of Equestria fandom. I'll deal with that as it comes.

However, there's another group I might have offended: the religious. Be assured, me changing the villains' motivation from simple misogyny to a misguided religious zeal could be taken as an extremely hamfisted attempt to advocate for atheism. No such thing was meant when I made this change. The Caribou religion was introduced to keep the most ugly aspect of the Caribou (so ugly it's banned from Fimfiction and rightfully so) from cropping up again storywise. This fanfiction doesn't advocate for any philosophical, religious or political beliefs. Any element introduced is to drive the plot and keep its logical cohesion.

Special thanks to Aristagtle for helping to preserve the story's logical consistency and grammatical correctness