Caribou Raiders: Engla's Task

Engla stomped the dreamquencher leaves she had gathered yesterday in the wooden mortar. Khagan Dainn sat besides her, drinking warm milk. She missed the sweet dreams about her parents, but Dainn had ordered her and the rest of the tribe to take the dream suppressing herb and she trusted her little brother more than she trusted herself. She was wearing flowers in her hair as a symbol for her coming mission. Engla would be given as tribute to secure the future of their clan, just like their mother had been given to their father by another clan long ago to get a truce. There was a bit more than that to it this time, but this is what they had told the rest of the clan.

Just for a moment she allowed herself to feel a bit of pride. She was taking probably the most dangerous foe this new land had to offer out of the equation. That had to count for something. But she quickly scolded herself for that. Cows weren't supposed to feel pride. She was just three fuckholes like any other female. At the end of the day, her task could be summarized in convincing this Discord to use one of them. Dainn would still be the one doing all the hard work to bring the inhabitants of Equestria to see the light of the Two Faced God.

"I can't believe they let her escape. How could these fools have let her untie herself?" the Khagan said in an annoyed tone.

Engla paused for a second. It was odd how Daring Do had managed to run from her captors despite Dainn tasking some of his best men to guard her. But she couldn't let little things like that get him down.

"She was run down and recaptured, remember? All's end that ends well. Maybe she just has a lot of experience tying and untying ropes. You never know with this crazy world."

"We were so close to getting annihilated. If she knew how to ride a warbeast, she would have slipped away and then all the enemies she had described would have descended on us at once." Dainn explained and sighed.

They were talking strategy again. Improper for a cow, but she really didn't care this time.

"How many times have we faced a close call? How many times has our clan been on the brink of destruction, only for your wit to pull us through? How many times have you made it through one of your wounds getting infected?"

Lecturing a male like that was even more improper for a cow, but her brother did tend to get melancholic and Engla was more than willing to break etiquette to cheer him up. She pressed on.

"You are beloved the Two Faced God, Dainn. How else would you explain your victories so far? Even this spirit of chaos is nothing before Him!"

This stopped Dainn from getting broody, but it didn't quite put a smile on his face. Engla had always been more god fearing than her brother, after all. She decided to stroke his ego instead.

"Besides, you've already won if this goes well. Could my clever little brother explain to this dumb cow how he has already planted the seeds for these heathens destruction?"

Dainn smiled. Engla knew how much he loved it when he managed to outsmart an enemy and she loved reminding him and giving him an excuse to talk about it.

"Well, my dumb big sister..." he said mockingly, making it very clear that he wasn't buying her act "Its quite simple. We've got Celestia on our side now. She too now knows to fear the Great Fire. The snake's head is off."

"So the body is useless." Engla replied happily.

Dainn hesitated for a moment.

"Hopefully. She'll slowly guide them to the righteous path."

"Thank you! I'll try to remember this time." Engla replied in the dumbest sounding voice she could put on.

The Khagan smirked and sipped his milk.

"Enjoying the peace and quiet as a tribute, Engla?"

As a tribute, no buck could use Engla's holes. She hated herself for it but there were more than a few cocks she did not miss, usually belonging to those that most brutally manhandled her. Ivangir had tried to still use her while drunk but the other bucks had shooed him away. There were others she did miss though. The gentle touches of Adelgis came to mind. She had wished that he'd ask her brother permission to put a fawn in her belly, but it was now too late for that. Maybe in another life. Not wanting to sadden her brother, Engla simply nodded.

"I will miss you, sister."

Her eyes teared up. Not this again. This was their third tear faced goodbye in the past two days. The Two Faced God only knew where this Discord would take her to and if she'd ever see him again. But she had to be strong for him.

"Yooohoooo!"

And suddenly they were interrupted by an ear deafening cacophony of screaming cows, shouting bucks, drums and instruments Engla didn't even know.