The night was cold, and as ruthless as the blizzard that swept Equestria. The snow forced most of the inhabitants to stay indoors, save for the few hundred caribou guards patrolling in the wintery night at the small village of Saddleville, even after the fall, it is still a sleepy little town right on the edge of the Smokey Mountains, abite modified like the rest of the various towns and cities across Equestria. While it was colder than they would like, the few hundred caribou were able to survive really well. But not for long. On the hillside of the small town of Braylem, a few dozen of Bowser’s troops sat on the edge (mainly some Koopa Troopas and Shy Guys), on Bowser’s orders, some of which were riding on large creatures known as horses (which vaguely resemble ponies, and can be ridden on), all of which were staring down at them. “Alright, brothers and sisters! Let’s make our king proud!” the lead Koopatrol said, before pointing at the caribou. “Charge!” he shouted as the cavalry galloped towards the caribou at full speed.

One of the caribou guards looked towards the commotion, seeing what looked like some sort of animal galloping towards them. “Holy fuck! It’s an ambush!” he yelled out, causing his fellow troops to look as the lights became visible.

Meanwhile, Bowser and some of his troops (namely Goombas, Fire Bros, and Koopatrols) were hiding behind the town’s buildings, the Koopa King was watching the charge through a pair of high-def binoculars. “Alright, show me your ‘Grr’ face!” he said proudly, turning around to his troops with his double-sided trident in hand.

“Grr!” the Goomas and some of the Fire Bros. growled out, with the latter raising shields.

“GRR!” the Koopatrols and the rest of the Fire Bros yelled, raising their swords as a Koopa wearing a hockey mask and wielding a chainsaw laughed maniacally under his mask.

“Now, let’s kick some caribou badookie!” Bowser roared, followed by his minions raising their weapons and shields, which were conveniently arranged to look like an RV.

Back with the first section, the cavalry were continuing on their charge. “Drop lances!” the lead cavalryman said as the rest of his fellow soldiers compiled and pointed their weapons straight at their cervide targets. Meanwhile, Bowser and the rest of his minions let out a fierce battle cry as they advanced, causing the caribou to look the other direction and see another army heading towards them (both of which were two parts of the same army) before focusing on the cavalry and looking back, before ultimately getting caught in the crossfire without any preparation for the attack. In said crossfire, lances from horseback riders managed to pierce onto a caribou from the left as the infantry went from the right side.

With a few caribou in a circle, a lone Monty Mole crawled and placed a Bob-omb right in the centerpoint before burrowing back down. Shortly after, the bomb blew up, sending blood and chunks of vicora several feet from where the bodies originally were. Meanwhile, some of the caribou attempted to shoot crossbow bolts at the Koopas, who blocked it with their enforced alloy shields before charging straight at them. A caribou yelled in shock as a lone Goomba slammed right into his chest, scattering blood all over his own body.

Three caribou swordsmen were chasing a Goomba when a horse bucked one of them, sending his dentures out of his mouth, where an Albatoss caught them in its beak. It flew to the second caribou with murderous intent. The caribou tried to run, but the bird was faster, and bit him in the butt, causing him to scream and put his hands on his bloody rear, not looking when two Monty Moles held a tripwire, making him trip and fall. The last thing he saw was a spike before his face became a bloody pulp. The third caribou ran, watching his comrades get brutally killed, but unfortunately for him, he got cornered in the edge of an alley, where he looked up to see angry-looking Koopa Troopas, dropping his mouth before they began throwing random objects on him, ending his life. “Retreat! RETREAT!” the caribou commander yelled as most of the troops fled in terror.

“Let none of them escape!” Bowser yelled out, pointing to the fleeing army. He watched as several dozen Monty Moles surfaced. Another group of three tried to escape, but the chainsaw-wielding Koopa beat them to it, causing them to fall in the river, where they got beaten by fish while they froze to death.

However, the remaining caribou weren’t ready to get up. “Come on, fellow men! Just because they caught us by surprise doesn’t mean they will win! Charge!” the commander said, rallying the remaining troops to charge towards the army.

“Here, catch!” Bowser yelled, throwing a fireball towards a torch. “Arrows, up!” he commanded as his troops brought their crossbow bolts towards the torch. The Koopa Troopa carrying the torch yelled out in satisfaction as the tip of each bolt lit on fire. “Fire!” Bowser yelled as his crossbowmen let out a barrage of arrows straight at the remaining caribou. The last things they saw were the lights from the fire emerging from the snowstorm. Once the last of the arrows fell down, Bowser began to look around. “Are any of them still alive?” he asked.

“Not that we know of. Those that are might as well still be inside.” a Hammer Bro replied as they looked around at the corpses, which were slowly being flaked away in snow. “What are your orders now, your Readiness?”

Bowser nodded at that statement. “Alright, go into the buildings and free any enslaved female you can find in there. If you see a male that is not a caribou, knock ‘em out. They do not know what they’re doing, as they are brainwashed, and, not in the right head. As for the caribou you manage to find, kill them all.” the Koopa King ordered. “The remaining soldiers shall stand guard, and some of us will have to a little redecorating. This town needs to be fit for kids, sooner or later, and the caribou corpses need to be removed. Oh, and leave a large pile of corpses in the middle of the plaza for me to burn.”

“Right!” three Koopa Troopas replied in unison as they began assigning duties to the troops after the bloody, yet swift battle.

“Mama mia!” Mario could on say, his jaw dropped to the ground. Everyone was very much shell-shocked at what they had seen from Bowser. “Has Bowser been-a playing us this whole-a time?” he said as he looked at the crystal ball.

“I still am not sure…” Starlow replied. When she saw Bowser, she saw this cocky and arrogant villain that tried to kidnap Peach all the time. But when she saw Bowser’s stunt, she was beginning to have second thoughts. “I am starting to have doubts on what Bowser’s true nature is…” Truthfully, there are some things even a Star Spirit could not see.

“Yee haw! Let’s get ‘em down!” a pegasus stallion said in a mock-Southern accent as he quote-on-quote ‘rode’ a pink earth pony with a black collar on her, causing cum to get sprayed all over the area. Pinkanema Diane Pie was not having a good time. Of course, none of it was a good time at all, and ever since those caribou had showed up, she had been captured and subsequently raped into submission. She did not know why the rest of her friends had given up. Even the iron-willed Rainbow Dash and Applejack were struggling under the pressure of the Fall, and Fluttershy was somehow missing. And the worst part was that about three months ago, they were separated as their masters moved away to separate cities, with only Twilight staying at Ponyville, in her own former castle.

As for her, she has been this ‘bucking bronco’ for pure entertainment. Oh, how they had tried to break her into submission, but only a direct attack to the mind's able to break her. She was glad that Discord went missing, yet also sad that he isn’t there to save her. But even when they found out they couldn’t break her, they just kept her around, riding her like a bull while shoving their cocks into her pussy. But, before anything else can happen, everyone heard the door get (literally) kicked open, as some strange, bipedal turtles stepped out, all three of which were wearing armor and an enraged expression on their faces. “Hey! Put your hands off the dame, buddy-boy!” the turtle that appeared to be the leader said, glaring at the pegasus who rode the cum-drenched pony. “Hey, I said hands off, the, pink, pony, buddy!” he said in a more commanding tone as he pulled out a long tube.

The pegasus glared at him and charged towards the armored turtles, but they pulled out blowguns and shot a series of tranquilizer darts at all of them, causing them all to drop to the ground like flies. The caribou guards that stood attempted to attack, but a mole carrying a sword came up from the ground and stabbed one of them to death before jumping up and slicing another one’s head clean off his neck. The mole watched as the lifeless bodies of his two victims fell to the ground, never to get up again. “Alright, let’s secure the building and clothe any mares in sight, pronto.” the lead turtle said. Pinkie looked at her hand, and saw a dart straight in its center. Normally, it would not affect her, but she had been worn out over the months by the abuse for entertainment.

The last thing she saw was a larger, spiky shape walk towards the building. “Goodness, what a mess in here! We gotta clean this place up!” he said in an echoey-voice before she passed out in a combination of exhaustion and from the tranquilizer dart. Usually, this was all a dream with her knocked out, but, it was all too vivid.

Bowser walked into the room, looking at all the cum in the walls and floor. “Goodness, what a mess in here! We gotta clean this place up!” he said before looking at the pink pony, who was one of the sources of the cum. She looked at him with a glint in her eyes before passing out cold on the floor, along with the two other mares in the area.

“By Jaydes!” Bowser Junior screamed as he walked in. “What happened here?”

“Wait! What is it!” Flurry Heart replied as she ran in, with her boots and the blade of her axe covered in blood. “What the heck is that supposed to-” she then looked straight at the pink earth pony. “Is that?” She ran over to her flank and swept off some of the cum, revealing the three balloons that make up her cutie mark. “Pinkie!”

“You know her?” Bowser asked, electing a nod from Flurry Heart. “Alright then, here are my orders for the brainwashed. Keep them in a room, and chain the males up so they won’t run off and dunk our women. For both genders, have Magikoopas that specialize in mind-based spells to remove the Sickness in them. Then, recruit those who want to fight into my army when they are fully healed. Junior, did you find any caribou?”

“Only a few, Dad. They were killed the moment we entered, and all stallions and mares in the town are neutralized, except for a few of which.” He gestured to a couple of mares dressed in grey robes, their necks devoid of collars. “Apparently, we found them in pins, and they have been struggling against their masters. They’ve told us that they were being used for some messed-up version of a bull ride. What do you suppose we do, Dad?”

“Recruit them into the army once they are fully-healed.” Bowser replied. “And if some others happen to be pretending, and yes, that includes stallions, make sure that the pretenders are tended to, and, maybe we can get some information from them.” The Koopa King let out a loud whistle, electing the attention of some white-robed Medi-Guys. “Take them to the ambulances so we can get them to the infirmary without them freezing.” he said as one of them nodded. As the Medi-guys pulled out racks for the cum-covered mares while another pulled out some cleaning tools, Bowser walked out to the main direction of the plaza.

It was there that he saw his troops gather the caribou corpses, some of which were buried alive in mass graves, while others were being dragged into a massive pile smack dab in the middle of the main plaza. Bowser looked at the pile with content, and waiting after the last body was placed, and with a quick inhale and a violent exhale, a stream of blue fire straight towards the pile of caribou corpses, watching it burn to ash.

Author's Note

Two down, four to go!

And yes, for the record, I know Pinkie's a red collar in the original story, but, my guess is that the mind control of the caribou is, while strong, does not go to Discord's level.

Anyways, I chose her to be saved first because, well, Bowser made a Pinkie Promise. He even stuck that cupcake in his eye.

Anyways, like the Open Season spoof I planted?