Author's Note

A new chapter and a few things to mention:

1st: mentions and a brief description of rape. Look for the ****** to skip.

2nd: I have a character and ship in here that most may not like, but I do so please no shade for that thank you.

3rd: I tried with this chapter, but I still think it needs work. This draft is just the version I disagreed with the least, so I might come back and edit it later.

4th: I feel like there should be a forth, but I don't have one.

The wall

When Equestria fell, its neighbors had two choices, join Dainn or try and fight back. One group fought back, and they now held what was now called The Border. In five short years, the group had done three things; they held a firm line against Dainn's army, erected a wall that spanned over nearly the entire border and almost a mile of stone thick, and last they became an unignorable thorn in Dainn's side. They were now the brightest beacon of hope in the land, and they planned to keep it that way.

-+ The Wall +-

A large force of caribou gathered at the one passage through the wall, a large arch with five iron gates and defenses both in front of and on top of the wall. The leader of the caribou stepped out from his tent; the leader was none other than Prince Blueblood dressed in a very formal royal army uniform carrying a sword that had an odd number of curves to it. Blueblood had gladly joined Dainn when he took over Equestria, and through a combination of brown-nosing and military success, he had quickly found a way into the king's inner circle. He had yet to disappoint him, which is why he was here now to conquer what no other has before.

"Lord Blueblood, we are ready to attack at your command." A caribou informed him.

"Splendid, we attack in one hour, " Blueblood said. "Should you do well, soldier, and I will personally see to your reward." He smiled, getting a chuckled from him as he ran off, informing the rest of the camp. As he left, Blueblood looked to the top of the wall seeing odd flashes of light in a pattern the fashes hitting his face making him shield his eyes before they stopped. The prince put on a stern expression before returning to his tent. Inside, his tent was very lavish with a few small tables, an armor stand, a personal cookpot, and even an actual bed. On that bed in a red collar and chained to one of the posts was the former showmare, Trixie, she still had her horn due to her entertaining skills, and as of this moment, she belongs to Blueblood, and he planned to keep it that way.

"Master, may I ask what is happening?" Trixie asked, crawling as far as she could towards the foot of the bed.

"We are at the wall, and in about an hour, an attack will happen," Blueblood answered, beginning to put on the armor from the stand. "And you are quite the curious one today; first where we're going, then why, and now you ask what." The prince smirked, slipping on the chainmail shirt.

"Well, master, you have said you kept me for three things." Trixie smiled, sitting back on her haunches with her hands between her legs.

"That I do, what were they again?" He asked, putting on the rest of his armor and the cover shirt with a Stonehoof symbol on it.

Trixie giggled, tilting her head up in mock thinking. "You enjoy my tricks and feats; you love how my tits and ass bounce when you fuck me into next week, and lastly, you adore how I hear every little piece of gossip and rumors from here to Yakyakistan and back again." The former showmare finished with a big smile on her face.

Blue blood approached her and cupped her face with his right hand. "Still one of the best lists I've ever heard." He said, kissing her briefly before grabbing a tower-kite shield near the foot of the bed and went to leave.

"Don't be gone long." Trixie all but sang as he turned and smiled one last time at the mare and left.
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The small army of caribou and traitors were sharpening weapons, putting on armor, or doing their pre-fight rituals and, for some that involved a hefty amount of assaulting females. Currently, a group of five caribou had shoved a lone mare to the ground laughing as she cried.

"Don't worry, " The caribou on top of her laughed. "It just hurts for a bit." He then moved to enter her as she cried and fought as best she could, but he was much larger and more powerful than her. She felt him pushing against her core and silently prayed for someone to save her. But it did not come; she felt the caribou hilt into her and closed her eyes, waiting for it to be over, but her eyes shot open, feeling herself flipped on top of her assaulter and a second caribou was on her going for her other hole.

"NO, please don't!" She cried, looking back at the caribou behind her but quickly received a slap making her yelp in pain.

"Just enjoy it, bitch." The second caribou growled as he shoved himself into her ass.
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Blueblood saw the event happening and simply turned and walked away, headed towards a fire near the edge of the camp where there was only a caribou cow getting drinks for some of the soldiers. The prince motioned for her to head back, once alone, Blueblood sat on a log and buried his face in his hands and let out a deep growl of frustration and anger. He would have continued his actions, but the sound of metal sliding against metal from behind him made him look up, seeing two blades that looked like hooks close to his throat.

"If you're going to do it, then do it." Blueblood sighed. "But give this to 'him' after you do." The blonde stallion said, holding up a piece of paper and gold medallion, which was quickly taken from him as the blades pulled away. "When you get done, tell him I'm here and waiting." He didn't get a response, but he knew he was alone and grabbed a mug and filled it with ale. "May the creators have mercy on them," Blueblood grumbled, downing the drink.

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As the stonehoof warriors began to move towards the wall, about a hundred yards from the gate they came a see a lone tall warrior dressed in an odd sort of clothing of orange pants and a robe-like shirt; he also carried a bronze staff, and even with a sapphire blue mask covering the lower half of his face it was evident that he was a dragon. The small army stopped in front of him, and one caribou stepped to meet him.

"Surrender." The caribou demanded.

The warrior raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You wish to surrender to me?" The dragon asked. "Very well, I accept."

The caribou only growled and brought his ax up for a swing but was quickly met with a jab in the stomach that pushed him back. Looking up, he saw the dragon had indeed hit him with his staff and assumed a very odd low stance. "Honestly, you should surrender; that way, just your pride's hurt." The dragon mocked.

"Ha, you may be a dragon, but you seem to blind." Another caribou from the army called out stepping forward. "We outnumber you."

"Yeah, about that…" The dragon said, scratching the back of his neck. The next thing the stonehoof knew, several massive fireballs came raining down, causing them to scatter or get crushed quickly, cutting the army's numbers in half. As they spread out, a group surrounded them, hundreds of dragons, and what looked like kirin all began to cut down the stonehoof warriors. The once large army quickly whittled down to around three dozen had formed a group of shields and were trying to keep the group of dragons and kirin at bay.

"Where the hell is Blueblood?" One of the stonehoof soldiers asked.

"Asshole probably ran off and left us for dead." A stallion yelled, taking a swing at a kirin.

The dragons and kirin began to move in and capture the remaining Stonehoof and taking them prisoner and making them kneel in a line. The dragon with the staff approached the front of the warriors and scanned them before approached on his left by a female dragon and a female kirin on his right. The kirin handed him a note and medallion before walking towards the rest of the army, who had begun going through the Stonehoof camp. The dragon with the staff nodded to the female before walking to the former encampment himself as the dragoness removed her helmet, revealing the Dragon Lord Ember herself as she walked to the captured soldiers.

"You all know what to look for," Ember shouted as kirin and dragons both began to inspect the necks of all the captured warriors pulling one out of line every so often.

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Blueblood sat at the slowly dying fire and downed his tenth mug of ale almost entirely unaware of his surroundings. But as he went for another drink, he stopped and turned to see the tall dragon with a staff walking towards him. Unfazed by his presence Blueblood poured himself another glass and another in a separate mug.

"You know *burp* these caribou have one *hic* one thing over us Equestrians." He slurred. "I just *hic* just wish… ah, I don't know, here have a sip." The prince offered the cup to the dragon.

"You know it's okay to have one now and then, but you've knocked back half a barrel." The dragon said, taking the mug and having a seat next to the stallion.

"Oh, piss *burp* off it, Spike." Blueblood slurred out. "The shit I've seen or had to ignore, I need a few to deal with it all." The prince groaned, taking another gulp.

"You know Celestia wouldn't like seeing how much you're drinking or what about Trixie?" The dragon pulled down his mask, fully revealing Spike. "Besides, we need you on your toes."

"I know." Blueblood sighed, standing up. "Just keep Trixie safe, and I'll see what I can do once I get back to Canterlot."

"Just be careful. You're one of the only ones we have inside." Spike told him. "And don't worry, I'll make sure Trixie's safe."

"Thanks, oh, how's Rarity?" The prince asked.

"Three months along," Spike answered. "Well, time for the hard part, huh?"

"Good for you two, and make it a few ribs, a head wound, and maybe a limp," Blueblood said, psyching himself up for what the dragon was about to do. "Go easy on the face, please."

"I'll try," Spike said, standing up and giving his staff a spin. "No promises, though." In a quick flurry of attacks, he had left the prince with a bleeding head wound near his horn, two cracked ribs, and he was favoring his left leg. "You need a hand getting back or something?"

"No, if it even looks like you're helping me, this whole thing will be for nothing," Blueblood growled as he tried to ignore the pain. "I'll be in Canterlot in a week, by then I should have Dainn off your back for a month at least."

Spike nodded, tossing the medallion back to Blueblood. "No need, I've convinced Ember to go on the offensive, we'll be in Canterlot in a month, count on it." He said with a smirk.

"Then I'll see you there and ready to take heads." Blueblood smiled and began to make his way back to the main road for the long trek back to the royal city off in the distance.

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Back with Ember, they had taken roughly a dozen stallions, and about ten caribou pulled aside while the rest were still on their knees. The dragons and kirin had begun freeing any females from collars and bonds as they took all the weapons they could and throwing them into a pile as Spike returned, walking up to Ember and whispered in her ear about the conversation he had with Blueblood.

The female Dragon-Lord walked to the still kneeling warriors turned prisoners, scanning them before speaking. "I offer you all one chance; you can either join us and fight Dainn or face a coward's death."

One caribou burst out laughing. "Hahaha, under the rule of some gash?"

"No under a commander of an army," Ember said with a hefty dose of snark.

"Gash is still a gash, no matter what they say they are." He smirked.

"And all of you agree with his statement?" Ember asked the other prisoners. Those kneeling shouted in agreement save for one younger-looking caribou, and he was silent. "What about you?" She asked, standing over the young bull.

The bull looked to the other prisoners and then Ember then the ground. "I… I don't know another life, " He started. "But I don't want to die on my knees." He said, trying to find the words.

"Do you believe in Dainn's vision?" The voice of Spike called out, walking over to him.

"I only followed him because of the law." The young caribou said, confusing the two drakes. "But now I say damn him and DAMN THE LAW." The bull cheered.

The two smiled as they helped him up and led him to the group set aside. Ember then turned back to the females of the group and spoke. "I don't see a reason why we should take justice from you all when you've already had so much stripped away." She gestured to the pile of weapons on the ground. "You don't have to, but we'll let you have the option." She finished and stepped aside.

At first, none of the former slaves moved until one caribou cow slowly started walking forward and picking up a hatchet holding it with both hands. Her face bruised, and her lip busted and bleeding while her body sported scars that healed over along with a few fresh ones, but her face was unsure as she stood in front of one of the chained warriors as he smiled up at her wickedly. Then in a flash of rage, she brought the ax down with such a force nearly the entire head disappeared into his skull, and that was just the first swing, the next dozen or so were so fast and violent that it was hard to tell where the weapon struck or what it cut. Soon the rest of the former slaves took up other weapons and attacked other chained caribou.

But off to the side in a small patch of trees, an older caribou watched the events and now turned about to run to inform Dainn of what he had seen. But after a few steps, he was stopped by a female kirin dressed in a combination of bronze and studded leather armor with a gray scarf around her neck and her head wrapped in light leather, only revealing her piercing silver/white eyes. She wielded a pair of hook swords and stood in a ready position but also relaxed like she wasn't taking it seriously.

"Out of my way, slag." He growled, but she did not move or respond.

The kirin stayed silent and hooked the two curves of her swords and began spinning the combined blades above her head, causing the metal to make a hum almost singing as she walked closer. The old caribou watched, throwing his shield up as the kirin swung the blades upward. He heard a slicing sound and saw her grab the handle of the connected sword returning to her original position giving an odd 'eye-smile.' The caribou was confused for a moment then, nothing he saw a trickle of red then nothing.

The female kirin looked at the now two halves of the once whole caribou and gave a 'hmph' before walking in between the two halves back to join the army of kirin and dragons.

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Back in Blueblood's tent Trixie was free of her collar and getting dressed in her magician tux when Ember and Spike entered.

"Ember, Spike!" She cheered, running over to them and wrapping them in a hug. "What's been eight months? A year?"

"Ten months and six days, but who's counting?" Spike chuckled as he and Ember returned the hug. "How have things been?"

"As good as they can be." Trixie sighed. "But with my Blueblood to share a bed with helps me get through it." She smiled and led them over to a table to have a seat.

"Well, he's back on his way to Canterlot, and after we get information from Blueblood's spies, we'll be doing the same," Spike said, taking a seat. "I just hope he chose them well."

"We like to think he did." A voice called from the opening of the tent where a caribou entered with a few maps in his hands. "But I guess we'll have to prove ourselves." He said, rolling them out, showing the conquered Equestria.

"So, tell us what you can," Ember said, looking over the map.

"Blueblood mostly had us for intel rather than sabotage or anything, " The caribou explained. "Our first job was to try and find the element bearers; Princess Twilight is still in Ponyville a kind of cruel joke to live in fear in the place you call home, Rainbow Dash is drugged out of her skull and on the move to Cirrus drop along with a few others including the cutie mark crusaders."

"Wait, drugged?" Spike asked.

"Yes, apparently she's very… rebellious." He answered. "Our real concern is Applejack, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy; the first two got shipped over to our homelands about a week ago, and the third is missing."

"It makes my stomach churn to say this, but we have to forget them for now and focus on one's we know about right now," Trixie said, even looking a bit sick just thinking about what she said. "And with Ponyville the fortress it is now, we'll have to go for Rainbow Dash."

Spike looked over the map and sighed, rubbing his eyes in frustration. "Hate to say it, but she's right."

"Don't worry Spike I'll send one of my best to keep an eye on Princess Twilight, along with as much gold as we can so he can ensure her safety." The caribou reassured him. "But if we are going for Rainbow Dash, we'll need to leave before sundown so we can get there when she does."

"Then, let's get packed and go," Spike said, hurrying out of the tent.

Ember sighed, knowing that all Spike wanted was to see Twilight again. She nodded to the caribou for him to tell the troops to pack up and move out. As Ember left, she saw a kirin walkout from some nearby woods and approach her and standing quietly.

"Congrats, my kinda kirin comrade. I'm going to put you in charge of our recently acquired soldiers." Ember stated. "And if even one of them thinks of stepping out of line… feminize him." She smiled, getting a raspy chuckle from the kirin as the two began helping pack up.

-+Elsewhere (a lot of these this chapter)+-

A closed wagon pulled by a large war-beast and guarded by a group of caribou moved along a path as snow began to fall in massive amounts. Inside were a dozen mares each chained to the walls with four at the front a yellow earth pony with red hair, an orange pegasus with purple hair, a white unicorn with a gray and white swirl hair, and last a blue pegasus with rainbow hair sat in the middle of the first three hugging them close. The rainbow-haired pegasus's eyes looked glazed over an almost unsettling dark color.

She looked devoid of emotion until the wagon came to a stop, and she heard the jiggling of keys. Looking at the door, she gave the orange pegasus a peck on her head before standing up. As it opened, she looked at the dozen caribou and spoke.

"Take me, and I won't fight." She said, stepping as close as the chain let her.

"Well, we could oblige if you take your medicine." The caribou who opened the door all but laughed holding a glass vial up. She nodded and was quickly unlocked; the mare took one last look at the others before the door closed, hiding the events that would soon follow.