Awaken, O' Beast of Yore.

Awaken, and lay low the Halves.

Awaken, O' Embittered One.

Awaken, and spread thine Gospel.

Awaken, ye who slumber within the Power.

Awaken, and show Them thy Light.

Pleas.

Screams.

Moans.

These were the sounds that echoed throughout Ponyville. Caribou, as they did everyday, went through their routines. Fucking their mares, selling their slaves, and occasionally selling actual goods. Some paid with the promise of sexual favors from their 'pets', and on some cases money. Sex was, for the Caribou, as much a currency as a pastime nowadays.

After all, they'd little to worry about. They'd conquered most of the known world, after all.

Grifonnia fell after one of Dainn's sons assassinated one of their best generals and enslaved their Queen, Gilda. The Changeling Kingdom was ravaged by Caribou Mages and its King and Prince, Thorax and Pharynx, were forcefully changed into mares in quick order by the use of their foul potions. The Dragonlands were taken with much effort, but, with the discovery of Bloodstone in the Diamond Dog Kingdom, they soon fell too, with their Dragon Lord, Ember, becoming another pet for Dainn himself. Said Diamond Dog Kingdom had been a staunch ally of the Caribou, selling their own 'bitches' on occasion and trading openly. The Storm Kingdom, having fallen far below it's previous glory with the death of their King, was overwhelmed with superior numbers, and it's acting leader, Tempest, was brought to her knees and paraded through the capital's streets nude whilst bound and gagged. The Buffalo had been destroyed easily with the superior arms of the Caribou, their leader surrendering voluntarily and succumbing soon after to the way of life the Caribou brought. And finally, the Hippogriffs and Seaponies were laid low by the invention of Crystal Cock Gems, turning all their men to their side.

Equestria had fallen first. They were conquered easily once the Crystal Heart had been made into the Crystal Cock. Soon after, they conquered Canterlot, and the rest of Equestria soon followed once all the Princesses were dominated.

The Zebras, Minotaurs, Centaurs and Gargoyles were about the only ones left, and the war with them and their Alliance was ongoing. But, most Caribou lived rather peaceful lives now. Life was bliss for all...so long as they were male.

Most Ponyvillians went about their day as they had for the past few years; carefree, misogynistic, and typically whilst parading or fucking a female.

Currently, at the Castle of Friendship, a familiar mare was currently being taken over a balcony overlooking the town. Starlight, collared in black, moaned and bit her lip as she was taken missionary style by Dainn's eldest son, Ingvar, the pale purple mare leaning with her back on the rail.

Ingvar was not gentle. The bull rammed his cock so hard into her she almost fell off the railing every time, and he would slap her tits constantly.

"P-plea - Aahh, fuck! - give me, give me a brea-!" Starlight's plea was cut short as Ingvar slammed a fist into her muzzle, immediately drawing blood and eliciting a cry of pain from her as tears formed in her eyes.

"Shut up, cunt! We'll stop when I say so!" the Prince snapped.

And so they continued unabated, Starlight sobbing as she was taken and violated for the umpteenth time. Yet, below the balcony was a strange, exotic statue. It was of a very strange creature, but not one that had ever been found anywhere else on Equus.

Like most races, it was bipedal, but bore two horns that jutted out like prongs from the top of it's skull, with a sharp, bony muzzle and maw full of teeth, and wild, wild fur. Portions of it bore ridges, like along it's back, arms, legs, and tail. However, it only wore a set of baggy pants, hakama, as the Eastern Ponies called them, to cover it's modesty. Five long, sharp claws marked each of it's hands. It was stuck in a raging, berserking pose, stance wide, claws outstretched, and maw wide open and seeming to be screaming it's fury at the heavens.

No plaque was at it's base, no mark bearing the initials or name of it's sculptor, thus, barring it's unique choice of a seemingly demonic creature, it was otherwise a very unassuming statue. Not many knew who made it, in fact, no one did. How could they, when it bore no maker's mark? All anyone knew was that it was old. Ingvar was simply given it by his father as a present for conquering Ponyville. A lawn ornament, if you will.

Yet, as Ingvar continued to ravage Starlight, the blood seeping from her nose dribbled down her face. From her face, it dribbled down further, until it finally dropped, far, far below...right into the statue's open maw.

Not long after, some of the ridges along with the statue's chest glowed a blood red, followed by the eyes and claws. Then, cracks started to form. This was followed by crimson lightning crackling along the statue's figure.

Few noticed this change, and by the time any could, it was too late. Soon, the stone crumbled away...revealing a black scaled and white furred creature, with tainted silver, bony ridges and horns in a white, worn hakama. It's entire body held a light metallic sheen, even the fur. It roared, crimson lightning and black aura surrounding it as it did, drawing the eyes of Ingvar, Starlight, and many nearby, like the guards of the castle.

Mood Music

The two guards by the front gate were naturally stunned by this event, but...

"What in the-?!" they got little chance to enjoy it, for the creature swiftly ran up to them and ran it's claws through their armored chests, then filled them fit to burst with demonic lightning.

"Caribou...must...DIE!!!" it roared in a guttural, ugly voice. It ripped out it's claws, then tossed their now thoroughly lifeless bodies aside. "Must...kill them all...!" It raised it's head, and roared out, "AAAAASSGERRRRR!!!" More demonic lightning flashed around it, eyes aglow with unholy light.

Ingvar, hearing and seeing this, tossed Starlight aside, leaning over the railing to see the situation. "What in the name of the Gods?!"

The sound of claws meeting and digging into crystal, followed by the sight of the creature running up the castle towards him made his eyes widen as he staggered back. He swiftly turned to the entrance to the balcony and ran inside his bedroom - once Twilight's - and hastily tried to grab his armor and get dressed, calling out,"Guards! Guards!" in a panicked voice.

Starlight yelped when a heavy thud sounded out by the balcony, heralding the arrival of the beast. It snarled, baring it's fangs as it stomped towards the prince, abyssal lightning cloaking it's form. Starlight backed up to the farthest corner of the balcony as much as she could, and Ingvar soon followed her example, falling on his still bare ass and scrambling backwards towards the bed, dropping his armor and the little clothes he'd tried to grab on the floor.

He looked around desperately for a weapon, anything to use against the beast, the demon before him. The beast only stomped closer, growling and snarling lowly.

"Guards! Guards! Get in here!" Ingvar cried, backing up so much against the bed it actually creaked and moved from the force of it.

The creature only continued it's approach.

Thankfully, four guards soon kicked the door in, spears brandished and white and gold armor shining brightly. Seeing the situation, one could say they were brave, because all four charged in without much of any hesitation.

But the beast cared little for bravery.

The demon roared, then grabbed the head of a guard and ripped it off, portions of the spine coming with it, before using it as a flail to smack the head of another. This was followed by it opening its maw and spewing out an orb of dark, crackling red and black energy at yet another, flash frying him and tearing a hole into his chest at the same time. As the last two faltered, the beast whirled around, slamming it's tail into them and knocking them away.

But it didn't let up, pouncing on them both and beginning to tear into them both relentlessly with it's claws. It only continued to roar as it ripped and teared at the hapless Caribou, the poor sods screaming and howling like pigs being slaughtered.

Ingvar, seeing it's back turned and obviously engrossed in it's gory work, seemed to gain a modicum of courage and picked up a dropped spear from one of the now dead guards, then rushed the beast with a war cry, spear poised to run it through it's throat.

To his shock, it broke on impact with it's hide, and the beast slowly, coldly turned to him. Ingvar paled. The demon snarled, then, in one swift motion, cut his still exposed manhood off with one claw, then slashed upwards with it's other claw, leaving a deep gash from his belly up to his throat.

The Prince gurgled up his own blood, before falling over in a pool of his mortal ichor, dead.

The demonic beast let out another ear-rending roar, as if in victory. Starlight watched on with wide, terrified eyes, shaking like mad as she lay on the floor of the balcony, ears pinned flat to her head.

The beast panted as it slowly seemed to calm, the crackling, blood red lightning that covered its form diminishing. Its eyes retained their glow, however.

"Wh-What...are you?" Starlight shakily asked.

The creature looked to her slowly, and she tensed up.

"..." It stood up, claws and body covered in and dripping Caribou blood. Slowly, it walked over to her, and she tried to press up against the rail, to escape, to get away. To her surprise, it leaned down and offered her a hand. "...An enemy of the Caribou."

Author's Note

EDIT: Third attempt at adding mood music link that stays. All credit for song goes to GeoffPlaysGuitar for the mashup.

Alright guys, what do you think? Let me know in the comments below! I hope I captured the atmosphere at least somewhat well enough. I certainly had fun writing it. More than I thought I would, honestly. Here's to hoping you all had fun reading it.

Thanks for reading, folks!

-Timeless Lord Slayer