After taking Gravethwaite the two armies had settled in for the night making up beds and preparing for dinner. With all the food available for them the Warborn had taken to making a lot of it Pinkie pie and Applejack were helping the caribou, but what they found odd was that the males seemed to help just as much as the females. Applejack carried a platter of vegetables over to a pot that had a boiling stew in it that she dumped into the pot and grabbed a big spoon starting to stir it when Ivor came up tossing in a first full of spices.

"It's been a long time since my people have had some proper nourishment." Ivor smiled taking a whiff of the cooking stew.

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you, why are so many fellas helping with the cooking and such?" Applejack asked as she stirred.

"Why shouldn't they?" Ivor asked giving her an odd look.

"Well, usually girls handle all the cooking and cleaning." Applejack answered.

"We are Warborn, no bull, cow, calf, or elder is above any other," Ivor explained. "We help each other as we help you."

"Why though?" She asked. "When Dainn enslaved us you freed us, why?"

Ivor looked at all his clan sitting around a large fire that had been built in the middle of the keep. "Because the warborn was formed by slaves and our most sacred laws say 'no creature shall be put into chains by another and no Warborn shall allow another to be left in chains under another', our ancestors lost their homes to war between two feuding nations," Ivor explained as he grabbed the spoon from Applejack and tasted the stew. "Captured and sold they knew only life in chains until one day a single Caribou killed his master when he tried to force himself on the caribou's wife, he freed himself and all he could but didn't stop there." Ivor continued as many began to approach to get food. "In less than a year, he gathered more than five thousand to aid him our clan had gone from simple farmers to warriors in less than a decade, a new life born of war."

"That's why you are called Warborn?" Applejack asked helping serve everyone who came up.

"Legend tells that the cries of a calf we're heard at the last battle before peace returned to our people," Ivor explained handing out bread. "That is why we all help where we can no matter what."

"I'd love to hear more stories about your people...if ya wouldn't mind?" Applejack asked.

"Of course not but those stories are best shared around a fire." Ivor smiled. "Come now, everyone let's share some of our stories with our allies." He called making his way to a bench in front of the fire Applejack sitting next to him as the few young calves gathered in front of him sitting on the ground. "Now what story to tell?" Ivor scratched his chin looking into the sky seeing the full moon and chuckled. "Well with the hunter's moon out how about a tale about the goddess of the hunt?" His question was answered with a few happy cheers from the young ones.

"Skaði, the huntress, she watches over all that hunt…"

Outside of an outpost, two hooded figures watched as various creatures were shoved into cages almost too small for them to even move. The larger of the two figures gave a growl of anger as the Stonehoof loyal soldiers harassed the beasts.

"She was raised by her father to respect the beasts they hunted because they provide for us and the land around them…"

As the dozen or so soldiers sat down to have supper laughing as the two female caribou rushed around trying to keep them happy. The two figures making their way to the cages of animals breaking the locks off as the smaller figure calmed a few more than angry predators.

"She is best known for her skills with a bow, able to shoot the wings of a fly right off while blindfolded and a hundred yards away…"

The large figure told the smaller one to lead the animals away. The smaller figure nodded and did as instructed while the larger figure pulled out a longbow knocking an arrow and taking aim at the group of caribou as one began to grope one of the cows. With a growl and a slow breath, he let the arrow fly.

"It's said that if a warrior pays respect to the animals and nature then Skaði would bless their aim to always...always be true…"

Each arrow hit its mark all that was left of the camp was empty cages a dying fire and the corpses of the Stonehoof soldiers each with the same killing blow. An arrow through their neck, death was instant. The two cows had grabbed what they could and runoff hoping that the freedom would last if even for just the night.

"Skaði would rarely associate with any gods of Asgard but rumor says she found love but no one could prove it, but they knew any associated with her would be protected from any harm…"

The smaller figure came out from hiding pulling her hood down to reveal a yellow-colored mare with a pink mane. "Shouldn't we help them?" She asked a bit unsure.

"They are free and can help themselves now." The larger figure said pulling his hood back to reveal a bull caribou a few healed cuts and scrapes on his face. "Are the animals okay?"

"Yes, they ran away as quickly as they could." The mare answered.

"Good, come, we should get back to camp." The caribou said grabbing a flaming log from the fire throwing it on the tents setting them on fire.

As the two returned to a small camp with a fire and a large tent set up the caribou hung up his hooded cloak and stripped off his shirt sitting on a log by the fire rolling his shoulders getting a few clicks. The mare came up behind him starting to rub his neck and shoulders getting an appreciative sigh from the caribou as she traced a few small healed scars. The mare stepped back for a moment to hang up her cloak revealing a pair of weak but slowly healing wings out of the back of her shirt before returning to the caribou. "Where will we go next?" The mare asked.

"I heard one of the soldiers say something about Gravethwaite, " The caribou answered. "We'll start there."

"What do you think we'll find?"

"Hopefully a place where we are Fluttershy and Vargar, not just spirits in the woods," Vargar answered.

"I'd like that too." Fluttershy smiled leaning down kissing the top of his head between his large antlers getting a chuckle from Vargar. "What?" She asked.

"You're trying something, you know what teasing there does." He smiled leaning his head back to look up at her. Fluttershy only smiled and turned walking to the tent going inside. Vargar smiled getting up from his seat and looking to the sky. "Whatever did I do to receive her kindness?" He asked.

Walking into the tent Vargar was greeted to Fluttershy finishing taking off her top revealing cloth bindings holding back her well-endowed chest. With a smile on his face, he approached the mare from behind wrapping her in a soft hug careful not to agitate her wings laying his head on her shoulder. "Why hello mister hunter." Fluttershy giggled moving her hand up gently grabbing one of his antlers.

"And hello to you little my hulder." The caribou said in a husky voice starting to rub from her stomach to her hips hooking his thumbs into her pants teasingly pulling at them. "May I?" Vargar asked giving her shoulder a small peck.

"Please," Fluttershy said with a shudder as Vargar kissed up her neck and his fingertips ghosted in and out of her pants. Vargar then moved his hands pulling the string of her pants letting them fall as Fluttershy kicked out of them and turned to face him. Fluttershy locked her hands behind his neck leaning up locking her lips with Vargar's both moaning as they deepened the kiss. As the two explored the body of the other Fluttershy let out a quick and loud 'eep' when she felt a pair of large hand grab her ample butt.

Vargar chuckled. "Sorry, hard to resist." He smiled but kept his hands where they were. The two quickly resumed the make-out session with Vargar picking up the yellow mare and letting her wrap her legs around his waist as he walked them over to the lone bed in the tent.

As he held her up Fluttershy made short work of his pants allowing them to drop revealing his large endowment, hard and pressing against her waiting marehood. Vargar gave a growling moan as she started to tease him as he pulled her bindings loose allowing her large breasts to become exposed to the slightly cool air.
He laid her on the bed, her wings and hair splayed out with a few locks obscuring the right half of her face. Vargar had to take a moment looking at the beauty that laid beneath him, a shy yet beautiful face, large soft yet firm breasts with bit-sized inverted nipples, a slim stomach with a just a bit of fat give her a cute tummy, and a large beautiful butt attached to long firm and strong legs with thick thighs that had no flaw what so ever.
Vargar thought here and now that if he could not worship his goddess of the hunt, then he would worship Fluttershy goddess of beauty and kindness.

Fluttershy allowed her lover to spread her legs wide and felt him slowly enter her making her moan as he hilted in the yellow mare. "B..b...big." Fluttershy sputtered a bit as Vargar buried his face in her neck and began slowly thrusting letting out growls each time. She felt how tense his muscles were and could tell he was holding back for her sake. "Vargar, " She said pulling his face to look at her. "It's okay, you don't need to hold back."

"Fluttershy if I let loose...I do know if I could stop." He panted trying not to give in.

"Well allow me to help with the decision to hold back." She smiled pulling herself from him before turning onto her hands and knees. Vargar's restraint started to break her tail swaying to and fro with her large ass teasing him as she looked back at the large caribou. The next few moments were a blur to them both as Fluttershy felt his weight on her back and him hilt inside her thrusting slow and hard, with a growl he pulled her hair just enough to make her look at him.

"You are a devilish little minx," Vargar grunted thrusting with each word. "And now you're going to deal with the animal you woke up."

Fluttershy giggled kissing him. "Well, I do have a way with thOSE!" She moaned as he began to pound into her faster and faster their bodies making slapping sounds as they connected. Panting, slapping, and moaning as the two made love when Fluttershy felt a hard smack on her right buttcheek causing it to ripple and jiggle like jello. She turned as Vargar brought his hand down again smacking her on her butt again making her eyes roll up in her head a bit.

"Var-Oh-Vargar don-OW stop or-OH MY I'll go OH SWEET STARS!!!" Fluttershy moaned with each smack to her large derriere until the final smack brought her to a toe-curling end. As she fell forward Vargar caught her by her breasts gently lowering her down as they panted Vargar slowly began to pull out.

"Oh no, you don't mister," Fluttershy said trying to catch her breath as she reached back grabbing one of his antlers pulling his face down for a tongue filled kiss.

Vargar was tempted to pull out but his hands quickly found the huge soft feel of Fluttershy's boobs and quickly began to play with them like a kid with a new toy. He teased her nipples relentlessly making them become erect and getting a loud cry of pleasure from the yellow mare, the sound spurred Vargar on making him pound harder making the bed whine against the force threatening to break it.

"Fluttershy, I'm cumming!" Vargar roared as his load emptied into his lover who let out a shaky breath at the feeling of being filled with his seed. Vargar rolled off of Fluttershy allowing the two to spoon and enjoy the afterglow but Vargar noticed Fluttershy seemed to be a bit tense. "Shy? Love?" He asked.

"I'm okay." She said her soft voice.

"Love, please, if you have a problem I'll listen." Vargar insisted wrapping his arms around her middle pulling her close.

"I'm fine my big buck." Fluttershy turned to face him caressing his cheek smiling.

Vargar gave a weak smile pulling her head to his chest. "You do know male caribou are bulls not bucks right?" He asked jokingly.

"Shut up and get some sleep you big old bull." She laughed giving him a light shove and pulled up the large fur blanket over two. Vargar chuckled and began to fall asleep gently stroking her mane as she followed him into sleep.

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She was in a cage just big enough for her to fit on her hands and knees a black collar around her neck and a wood bit crammed in her mouth. She was shivering due to the lack of clothes and the cold mud under her hands mixed with hay. She had lost count of the days, the only thing she knew was the caribou that tortured her day after day hit the side of the cage rousing her.

"Hey, little Flutterslut time for your evening show." He mocked her opening her cage and attached a heavy chain to her collar giving a hard pull making her fall face-first into the mud covering her top half in filth. "And you better hurry I got something special lined up tonight."

The caribou pulled her hard as she was forced to crawl on all fours hearing the sounds of soldiers laughing, animals making various noises, and the gut-wrenching sounds of females being raped close by. Those sounds were quickly replaced by a large group of maybe 20 caribou cheered as she was pulled and put into some stocks she had come to know all too well.

"Alright, boys why don't we finally let this little cunt feel something special, huh?" The caribou asked getting more cheers. Soon the cheers were drowned out by the huff and puff of a large war beast approaching behind her. She began to cry, she had seen one of the beasts and knew if the endowment of the beast didn't rip her in half it's weight would crush her. Fluttershy knew her life might end this very night, all she could do was pray to anyone listening for any kind of salvation.

Thankfully a voice called out stopping the events that were about to happen

"REBELS!"

The group of caribou quickly disbanded to go deal with the attackers. The head slaves who had put her in the stocks pushed the war beast away towards the battle before coming up to Fluttershy's ear and whispered. "When this is done we'll continue where we left off."

He ran to join the battle leaving her in the stocks. But she was not left for long before a tall figure crouched in front of her face. He was a caribou who wore simple armor carrying a sword and shield on his shoulders was a cloak made of a bear fur with the head as a hood. She was scared even more till he held a finger to his lips telling her to keep quiet.

The large caribou used his shield and bashed the lock off the stocks setting her free. He grabbed her hand and quickly pulled her to the cages holding an assortment of animals while the caribou seemed to be fighting at the bottom of the hill the camp sat on. He then cupped his hands around his mouth and let out a loud bellow that got the attention of the slavers at the bottom of the hill, but it also triggered something in all the caged animals. All of the beasts suddenly burst from the cages and charged down the hill as the slavers started up but came to a quick halt seeing all the animals stampeding towards them making them turn to try and escape. As the slavers were chased off the large caribou stood up and offered a hand to Fluttershy.

"Are you hurt?" He asked.

Fluttershy only crawled back and standing herself up with the help of a nearby crate. She wanted to thank him but for all, she knew her savior could quickly become her next captor.

"It's okay I understand, " He said pulling out a knife and offered her the handle. "Here take this and cut that shit off your neck." Fluttershy stepped close quickly grabbing the knife from the caribou as she pulled the collar out a bit to cut it off.

"My name is Vargar, what should I call you?" He asked leaning against a large cage.

Fluttershy stared daggers at him before deciding to answer. "Fluttershy." She spoke fast and just loud enough to hear.

"As in the element of kindness?" He asked surprised only getting a nod to confirm his question.

"Well, then I have a few questions for you." He stated, moving closer to her which spooked the yellow mare making her hold the knife as threatening as she could to get him to stop. "Okay I'll stay back, but tell me… with otters did you ever have a problem with them not eating shellfish?"

Fluttershy gave him an odd. "Uh… well, some of the younger ones often prefer small fish or plants but yeah sometimes they don't eat clams and crab because they can't crack into them."

"Oh, that is great, " Vargar sighed. "A few baby back home haven't been eating well and I was worried." Fluttershy seemed taken back by him sharing something that might have been quite personal.

"Now I'm going to try and help the other females so when you've freed yourself head west there's a camp full of rebels that should take you in." He told her walking into the now somewhat abandoned camp.

As he left her Fluttershy was able to free herself from her collar and quickly tossed it aside. But before she could take a step a screaming pain suddenly hit her thigh causing her to fall. She looked down to see what was the cause and found an arrow stuck in her.

"Naughty, naughty." The slaver from earlier taunted as he walked closer to the wounded mare.

"Oh and look at that you lost your collar, no problem I always keep a spare on me." He chuckled pulling out a black collar and moved to put it on her.

"Step away from her." A voice told him.

Looking to where the voice came from they both saw Vargar standing a few feet away. "Hold on my friend I'll let you have a turn once I've taught this bitch her place again."

As the slavery moved back to put the collar on he was stopped and thrown against a cage. Collecting himself he saw Vargar standing between him and Fluttershy. "Okay, okay I see...you want her, well I'm willing to sell let's say five-hundred gold?" He went on using the cage to stand back up. Vargar looked at him unfazed and walked closer.

"Okay...maybe three-hundred gold?" Vargar grabbed him by one of his antlers and threw him again close to a large pit.

"Alright, alright, alright fifty gold?" Vargar walked up to him and hoisted him up by his throat. "Anything, anything just don't kill me."

"I've got a better offer, " Vargar smirked looking in the pit. "I take her away from this and you try not to kick on the way down, it'll upset his stomach." He said and threw the slaves into the pit where he landed with a splash into waist-deep water.

The slaver was dazed for a moment but quickly came to after hearing a splashing sound. Turning slowly he was met with the huge scaly face of a prized creature of his, an albino dire crocodile, it made deep hissing growls as it moved closer and closer. "N-nice boy, good boy." He began to panic.

Up above Vargar walked over to Fluttershy as the quiet splashes quickly turned into loud screams of pain then silence only by the sound of crunching bones. Vargar looked over her leg before kneeling down and picking her up bridal style.

"Don't worry I've got you." He said as she began to fade out of consciousness her eyes slowly falling shut.

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Fluttershy curled up around herself afraid to even peak open afraid that she was back in the cage waiting for the next caribou to come by and assault her.

"Fluttershy? Love?" She heard but only gripped her head thinking it was only her imagination tormenting her.

"Love, we need to get up and move." Vargar's voiced said to her in a soft tone.

Slowly opening her eyes she was met with the very same caribou who had saved her, treated her wounds, and shared a bed with many nights before. "Sorry, Vargar I didn't sleep well." She said sitting up.

"The dream again?" He asked only getting a nod from her.

Vargar took her hand and held it to his forehead. "Fluttershy I promise you that till I can no longer draw breath I will protect you and will never let you shed a tear of sorrow ever again." He said looking up at the yellow mare meeting her gaze.

"You...big...JERK!" Fluttershy shouted pouncing on him tackling him to the ground.

"Telling me I'll never cry and you go a pull on my heartstrings like that." She cried happy tears as she pounded on his chest, not trying to hurt him just getting her point across.

"Alright, alright I'm sorry." Varchar chuckled grabbing her wrists stopping her 'assault'. "Now come on a get ready."

Fluttershy gave him a quick peck on the lips and began getting ready as Vargar packed up camp.

A short distance away a lone figure watched the campsite clothed in beyond excellent camouflage for the area a mix of dead tree branches and white to go along with the land slowly entering the winter season. The figure quickly dropped to the forest floor not making a sound of any kind and quickly took off south to a place even the Stonehoof clan had yet to conquer a large swamp that held large stone formation at its center. His king would want to hear of these two and as soon as possible.

Author's Note

Sorry, it took a bit so here is a little smut to make up for it. Also, I'm working on a bit of a passion story at the moment for a marvel series which I plan to get at least 10-30,000 words. It doesn't mean I'm stopping this story just it may take a bit for the chapters to get out.

Vargar is a character of Valiant Charge. A big thanks to them helping with this chapter.