Prince Aros, the 7th son of Damon, didn't know whether to complain or be happy. He was a prince, he shouldn't have to wade through disgusting shrubbery to find some worthless whorses. And yet, his father had promised him if he succeeded in this mission, then he would have first pick of the Equestrian Royal Family. He looked back at the small army behind him. Covered in long robes were roughly 50 mages, who were behind 100 dragons, all of whom were ready to plough into the first wench they saw.

Aros wasn't too fond of the dragons, mainly because most of them had cocks that not only rivaled but surpassed his own in size. Still, his father was having his researchers find if the Equestrians had learned of any magic that could change one's form. Until then, he was stuck having an inferior size. He oh so wanted to just hop onto a dragon and fly to the castle, but that would alert them, allowing them to run or hide.

He remembered one of his brothers suggesting they burned down the forest, something he and his brothers wholeheartedly agreed to. But then his father brought up the good point that, if the forest was destroyed, it's inhabitants would seek revenge. And they knew for sure that an Ursa Major lived in the forest, and no dragon was willing to go toe to toe with one, even on their best day with a whole army of trained dragons.

So, here he was, stuck doing dirty work. At least when all was said and done, he could get down and dirty with that fat flanked sun bitch, or maybe the tight ass of her sister. He internally snickered, but just as he was about to take another step, a massive wall made of… something, erupted from the ground. It kept going higher and higher, until it stood over 30 feet tall. And looking left and right showed no signs of it ending.

A half mile away, a certain blacklight evolved shot his head up, an evil smirk growing on his face. "Ugh, just great. Dragons, burn it down." A group of dragons stepped forwards, and together, began to blast the wall with the hottest flames they could spit. After 5 minutes however, the only thing that happened was a rancid smell began to permeate the air, making the dragons cough and waft the smell away.

Aros took a close look at the wall, and felt sick to his stomach when he saw the wall was made of flesh. And, if he looked closely enough, he could see a few hairs in the wall. Some belonged to a Manticore, the reddish color a dead giveaway. But some others, well, he knew his kind's fur color well enough. "By my father, mages, destroy this, this, this… WALL!"

"Aww, don't like my hard work?" A voice said, causing them all to pause and look up. There, on top of the wall sitting lazily with a devilish grin, was a creature they had never seen before. It didn't help that the sun seemed to be right behind it. Unknown to them, a shadow was moving amongst their ranks, getting under the scales of dragons and fur of Caribou, leaving a little surprise behind which began to do their work, causing discomfort in the ones who were affected.

"Wait… is that… you… you bastard! You killed Tritos!" Aros roared, for the first time showing an emotion other than annoyance or lust. The being was quiet for a few seconds, before it spoke.

"Oh, I suppose I did. You all look so alike with your tiny cocks and even tinier brains." That really angered Aros.

"What are you standing there for? TURN HIM TO ASH!" Aros commanded, making the dragons begin to shoot their flames at him. The being just leaped out of the way with surprising speed, landing in the middle of a group of mages who immediately began to cast lethal spells at the deadly being. All it did was crouch, allowing the spells to hit other mages. Immediately, the force of 50 was cut down by 20 by their own hand.

"URG! JUST DIE ALREADY!" Aros yelled, drawing his sword and slashing at the creature. To his glee, his sword hit flesh. But that glee quickly turned into dismay when no blood shot out. In fact, the creature just looked annoyed like he just got a paper cut.

"Hmm... Well I play, Uno reverse card." With that, one of its arms became a massive blade. Soon, Aros was no more as his body hit the floor, trails of guts seeping out of his body. The creature then smiled as it called out, "NOW!" Suddenly, several dragons and mages screamed in agony as the skin beneath their fur or scales rolled and pulsated. What happened next was chaos that only a sick human mind could conjure up.

The screaming dragons and mages were silenced when tendrils burst from their bodies, spraying blood everywhere. The tendrils hooked into the bodies of other dragons, other mages, trees and/or boulders. Once properly hooked, the tendrils began to retract, pulling in their chosen targets. A loud symphony of crunching bones, agonized screams, and sickening squelches sounded out, making the rest that were still alive want to puke at the mere sound of it, some actually doing the action when they felt their comrades blood splatter their bodies.

"Now it's my turn." A new voice said, and the remaining few looked up to see a mare with a flaming mane look down at them with a malicious smile. She flew up high, then her fists became the size of watermelons and she came crashing back down. Massive spikes made of hardened flesh accompanied the resulting shockwave. Nearly killing the last remaining few.

"Good job Daybreaker. You too Nightmare. Enjoy your feast, I have some… information to extract." With that, Alex walked up to Aros' body, and let his body consume Aros'. Immediately memories began to flood his mind. Alex just smirked, knowing that Damon was about to receive some bad news. "Well, that's two down, only 8 to go. Hmm, too bad you didn't know anything about the Crystal Empire." With that, Alex walked among the many bodies, seeing who was alive and who wasn't.

Alex killed any who weren't healthy enough to make it back to deliver a message, and threw those that were into a pile in the middle of the carnage. After five minutes, he had about 7 mages, and a dragon at his mercy. The dragon was consumed after he spat in Alex's face. "Hmm, a bit spicy, but still quite good." Looking at the others, he made a show of licking his claws clean. "Now then, who wants to live?" The mages looked at each other as they were thinking about an answer. Alex then laughed, making them flinch. The laugh was hollow, dry, devoid of life. "Oh, you didn't actually think I would let you choose, did you?" Alex snapped his non-clawed hand making the two blacklight-alicorns appear beside him.

"We should choose the weakest one, so we can consume the meatiest of them." Daybreaker said, a wicked smile coming to her face.

"No, the strongest. To show that even the strongest of his forces can't defeat us." Nightmare Moon spoke up, a thin smile crossing her face. Alex thought of the two suggestions, when he suddenly came up with a devilish idea.

"Nightmare, how good are you at controlling minds?" Alex asks her. Now interested in his idea, the two looked at him with curious looks.

"One of the best, why do you ask?" The smile that spread on Alex's face was one that only an insane person could make.

"We're gonna send the 'good King' and his 'court' little present~" Alex almost purred at the end, getting right in the faces of the Caribou.

The self proclaimed King of Equestria growled as he sat on his throne. There has been no word of his son's return, which must mean he must have failed. Not even the mare he was forcing to service his cock was lightening his mood. He was about to send for a messager, when the throne room doors opened, a group of badly beaten Caribou practically crawling through the doors. "What is the meaning of this?!" Damon yelled in rage, throwing the mare to the side.

Instead of any relief, she was instead picked up by a dragon, and forced to service his twin spires. Stomping up to the beaten Caribou like a child throwing a tantrum, he grabbed one by the throat. "Speak, and pray I like what you have to say."

"Sorry, but these minds aren't home right now, would you like to take a message?" Came the reply in perfect unison from all of the beaten Caribou. Damon dropped the Caribou in shock, backing up a few steps. Even the dragons at the sides of his throne stopped what they were doing.

"Hello Fuckstick. Yeah, that's right, we mean you. My friends here don't exactly appreciate what you are doing. But, let it not be said I am entirely merciless. I am giving you one, exactly one, chance to stop the hold you have over Equestria, and crawl back into whatever dank pit you assholes crawled out of. Maybe, just maybe, I'll let you live if you agree." Damon, in a rage, picked up the Caribou he was holding before, and threw him so hard into the ground, it cracked under the force.

"We'll take that as a no. Oh well. Seeing as you didn't even wait to hear the alternative, here is what we are gonna do. We are going to hunt down each of your bastard children until we have slaughtered them all. Then, we will come after you. You best have written your will, cause the day we come will be the day you die."

With that, the Caribou began to scream in pain as their bodies convulsed, their skin bulging and sinking in at random, as if their insides were becoming a rapidly expanding jelly. After about 10 seconds, in which Damon smartly got out of the way, the group exploded into a mass of tendrils, pulling in everything they touched. Pillars, dragons, Damon's throne, windows, even the carpets weren't spared. The only ones who were spared were the tortured mares.

Whether that was good or bad could be debated. Damon looked around the pillar he had hid behind, and choked down the urge to vomit. His throne room now had a massive bloody ball of tendrils, debris, and crushed creatures. Organs oozed out of cracks in the ball, spilling to the floor. The side of Damon that was still sane, let loose a stream of fear, knowing that, whatever this monster that had sided with the ponies was, it was more sadistic than he was.

Author's Note

I got some of my mojo back, so I wrote another chapter. Hope y'all like it.