We traveled the forest path for an hour. I had to kill several more Timberwolves during that time, and several snakes that tried to attack. Their venom was very potent, so I made sure to take a few vials worth, to hopefully make some poisoned knives with. Each fourteen steps we took, an incense lamp was brought by the Messengers.

They lit the path well, but I asked Scootaloo what she saw when she looked at the lamps, and where I saw green, she saw a an orange glow that lit the area well. And she had finally been able to identify part of the smell of the incense. Horhound. She remembered the taste, and said it smelt like that. It was easy to understand what she meant.

The path through the forest didnt have much to fight, as again I only had to fight a few more times. Though, as we neared a clearing, something felt off.

"Scootaloo, you will not enter this clearing with me. You will get in a tree, and hide. No matter what happens, dont move from the tree, and stay hidden. Dont scream, don't fight. Hide." I say. I leave no room for argument. I will be fighting something, and it will be horrendous.

"But-" the little filly says, but I cut her off.

"The creature I am about to fight will drive you to madness, suicide, and to the absolute depths of depravity. What the Caribou have done to you, you will do that, times ten, to those you love, and revil in it more, if you gaze upon this beast. So hide, and DO!NOT!WATCH!" I stress. She looks at me, and I am looking at her with cold, dead eyes, telling her without speaking that she will not want to see what is about to happen. She quietly nods, and moves to a tree further back, and climbs it, finding an old hollow in the side, getting in and curling up.

"Remember, whatever you hear, dont move." I say, before moving for tgehe clearing.

As I enter, i see that the clearing is large, roughly 100 yards in each direction. In the center of the clearing, is a Caribou, crouching over the corpses of his brethren. He is feasting on one, tearing limbs from its body and scarfing down its meat, gurgling and cooing as he does, his mind long broken.

As I approach, he hears me, and looks back towards me. He has no eyes, bloody trenches coming down his face telling me he scratched them out himself. He speaks.

"Hunter, Hunter, here comes the Hunter. I feast and feast, yet I still hunger. Their blood is so thin, so weak, I need thicker blood. The Great One promised me blood, if I killed them, sweet, thick, delicious blood, but he never gave it. All i have is this weak crap. But you, i can smell it, your blood is thick and rich. Its smell is close to the Great Ones. It is the Great Ones, yet different. Your blood will sate my thirst." He says, stabding up.

I see more of him now. He is tall, very much so. He easily is as tall as a Chapel Giant. His horns are as tangled as the Cleric Beasts, gnarled and broken in parts. His arms are as thick as an Abhorrent Beats. It was dripping blood from its mouth, filled with teeth sharp enough to rip through steel. The next thing about its mouth. It was sideways on it face, like a Loran Silverbeast. He roars, and I prepare my Saw Cleaver.

He rushes forward with speed greater than his size should allow, so fast most would have been killed in the first instant. I was not most, and saw his attack coming to sweep me through. I dodge forward, into his belly, and swing my Saw into his gut, tearing open skin and sinew as I drag to the left, moving away from his large body before I'm trampled.

He stops, turns around, and roars before swiping wildly, rushing me again. I dodge backwards a few times, away from his wild blows, but I stumble slightly and get swiped once, getting thrown across half the clearing. I feel the lacerations across my entire front. I can still go for a few more of those though, so I decide not to use a blood vial yet.

I get up quickly, staying down will get me killed, and dodge a slam that the Abhorrent Silverbeast Caribou tried to do, and would have killed me if he had landed it.

I lunge back in while he is still slightly stunned from his slam, and get several large slashes in his left arm. I cut almost half way through it. I them move behind him, and kick him in the ass. He falls forward, and I switch the Saw into a Cleaver, and swing it into his crack, breaking his tailbone, or Coccyx, and cleaving though his groin. I then rip the Cleaver out, switching it back to a Saw.

He roars in pain, yelling out for everyting to hear. I would bet all my Blood Echoes they heard it in Ponyville, and are getting ready to investigate. I need to end this soon.

Sadly, I paid for my time thinking. I was thrown away with a powerful donkey kick, and am sent all the way across the clearing, slamming into a tree branch, it impaling me before breaking off, sending me to the ground. Now I hurt.

Pulling out the branch in my stomach, I gab a blood vial, and stab myself in the heart with it. I feel it go through my lungs, and feel my heart hurt, the needle on the injector poking into the left ventricle. The blood floods into my heart, and I get a rush, almost like adrenaline, as the blood starts to go through me. I feel my stomach shift and flex, and then start to seal. The lacerations from my first hit seal up quickly, and all the blood that has poured out of me, flows backwards, and into my pores.

I dodge, moving around his fist, and pull my pistol, put it against his head, and pull the trigger. The Quicksilver bullet enters his head, and he is blown bodily to the side. I then drop my Saw, and feel my hand change into its Beastial form, and plunge it into his throat, reaching all the way to the back of his neck. I grab his spine, and shred his neck as I pull it out. He claws at his throat, before finally stopping, his final moments he stops struggling.

I move close, and bring my Cleaver up, and over onto his neck, beheading him.

"Prey Slaughtered." I say.

As his body disintegrates into nothing, I feel his blood echoes fill me. Thousands of blood echoes. As the last of the echoes enter me, I can feel its roughly a good 15600. Its a rough estimate, and its still a low amount. To low to empower myself any more. I need above 80,000 to empower myself more. I head back down the trail I came from, and call out.

"Scootaloo, you can come out now." I say. I wait, but she never appears. Getting slightly worried, I sniff deeply, and catch the scent of her blood. Moving to where it is, I find the hollow she was in, and see her curled up, asleep inside. I also see a Messenger next to her, with a incense lantern in his hands. I smile, and nod to the Messenger to light his incense he does so happily.

"Can you take a message for me, Little One?" He nods. "Tell her to stay here if she wakes. And if she wants to leave, take her to the Dream. She has my permission to enter, but not to leave, until such time as I return and retrieve her. Tell the Doll to help her if she does arrive." The Messenger nods. I leave her alone, safe in the hollow.

Moving back to the clearing, I see the Lamp has arrived to the Hunters Dream. I go up to it, light it, and see the five Messengers come out of the gray puddle at its base. Itake a second to pet all of them, the Little ones moaning in happiness as I do. I then move on, getting ready for the Caribou most likely to be moving into the forest to find out what was making so much noise.

In that preparation, I had the Messengers bring me the Holy Moonlight Sword. Putting it into the magic field that keeps my weapons on my back, I move on, towards Ponyville, checking my map often to keep the path.

It doesnt take me long to find the search party of Caribou and Stallions, plus the few Mares and one Doe they have to keep themselves pleased, or use as fodder for Timberwolves and Vipers.

I don't try to hide. I am stronger than them, I can literally smell it. It won't take me long to kill the Caribou, and free the Stallions of their brainwashing. The Mares and Doe will be safe, since they will be sent first to try and block me. Let them.

"Well, heres a surprise." Says a large, fat Caribou Bull. He had a large club, befitting of his stupidity and compensation.

"We come looking for the source of the roaring in the Everfree, and find a Doe walking around all alone. Where is your master, Bitch?" I shake my head.

"My master is dead. I had to sadly kill him, as he tried to kill me. Now, if your talking about my Caribou master, then I never had one. And besides, I bow before noone, and no thing. My mouth, is only open for the blood of my enemies." I say. I look to my left, and see a Messenger appear with an incense lantern, and I go over, and take it from him. He doesnt object, only leaving and returning with another.

I stand, and place the lantern next to my Hand Lantern already on my belt. Turning to the Caribou, I see them all holding their heads, while the Mares and Doe look at me in awe. The Stallions are starting to get faint, and start to fall. All from the Incense.

"Well, your going to learn your place, Bitch. On your knees, sucking my cock while I have my favorite pet like my balls. Sound good to you?" He asks, as if I would be happy.

"No. I have a better idea. You Caribou die, and your Blood will strengthen me. You should be happy. You deaths will make it easier to kill your brethren." The Caribou gat angry, and start getting ready to attack.

"Slaves, restrain this uppity Doe. Make sure she doesnt move so I can shove my cock in her snatch and break her." I smile inder my mask, my eyes showing my mirth.

"Girls. Close your eyes, and dont open them, no matter what you hear or feel." I say. The female slaves hesitate, before turning away from me, towards the Caribou, and closing their eyes. I close my eyes too, and open my Eyes.

Then, I turn into my True Self.

I grow larger, my clothes seeming to melt away as I do. My body starts to melt and deform, bones cracking and organs shifting. I feel my back burst open, and feel my tentacles moving in the night ait. My legs meld together and expand, bulging and bloating as they form a new backside. I feel legs, four on either side, burst from the sack. My upper body, now naked to the night sky, shifts, And I feel a new portion of body added, making two halves of a body. A spider. My upper torso remains the same, my eyes closed, as I rest atop the Abdomen, my egg sac being the new portion. My tentacles still are split from my back, slithering and wrapping around me, crawling across my body. I feel my abdomen open and teeth form in the hole, which closes when they are fully formed, my new mouth.

And the last thing to happen is my Eyes open. All across my body, eyes upon eyes upon eyes open. My body is covered in them. My abdomen, thorax, legs, chest, mouth, everywhere, Eyes.

I Looked at the Caribou, and they were all screaming, pissing and shitting themselves, scratching at their eyes, clawing at their ears, digging at their scalps, as they tried to comprehend ME. I spoke.

"Mares, Doe, keep your eyes closed. Do not open them. Foolish Caribou, do you not see my greatness? Do I not look beautiful to you? You wished to see me, do I not please your eyes?" I laugh, but it is cold, and without pity.

"Your mortal minds can not comprehend a being such as me. Your minds shatter at a mere inkling of my True nature. Your eyes bleed at the sight of my True form. Your ears burst at the sound of my voice. Now, I want all of you squabbling shits to come here. I'm hungry, and I can smell the delicious Blood coursing through you." All of the Caribou move towards me. They literally line up, and I open my mouth. Eyes line the inside, and the first Caribou crawls in, as does a second, before I close my mouth, crushing them and tearing them apart. I feel the blood gush out of them, and am happy only in the fact its blood. Its taste is disgusting, the blood of rapists and murderers.

I eat all of them, reveling in the blood echoes I receive. At least they were useful in giving me something. I make sure to get all the echoes, before turning myself back into my Human form. After I had, I finally spoke.

"You may open your eyes." They where all shivering in terror when they turned around, afraid that I would kill them. That soon changed to see, and their shakes changed to a stillness so profound you would think them stone, where it not for the rise and fall of their chests.

I stood there, naked for them to see, as they gazed upon me.

My Human form was beautiful. Flawless skin, a nice shade of Peachy Salmon. Curves that put any possible model to shame, an hourglass figure that was nicely filled, not to large, but not a stick. A bust of moderate size, a good handful for any man who dare try and touch them. Turquoise blue green hair, and the same color eyes, pulled back into a ponytail that hung down my back. My form was one to marvel, but I didnt care. It was but one form, one aspect of me that mortals could actually see and comprehend without their brains practically bursting and coming out their ears.

"Please, do not stare. I am nothing amazing."I say, blushing and covering myself, even though I really didn't care. I would be perfectly fine strolling around in my "birthday suit" as I have heard it called before, long ago. I am a Hunter, who kills Beasts. The Beasts dont care if they rip your clothes at the chest, or the groin, and see your vagina and breasts. They dont care. And I learned not to care either.

The females looked away, and I quickly summoned back my clothes, them appearing on my body. I then told them it was okay to look, and I was back in my armor. I walked to the Stallions.

"These stallions where brainwashed. They had no control over themselves, yet their minds where still present as their bodies where forced into servitude." I stand and move to one. "Except for this one. He was excited when the Caribou came, and subjugated you females. He openly and happily raped, killed, and then fucked the corpses of every mare given to him. Wake the others, I will deal with this man" I say. The females nod, and move to the others. I stand over the stallion I spoke of, and kick him in the belly.

He cries out, and awakes. He sees me standing over him, and looks around confused. Seeing that the Caribou Bulls are gone, and that the other Stallions seem to be of sound mind, he pretends.

"Oh thank the princesses that you saved us. The Caribou brainwashed us. They forced us to take our wives and daughters. Thank you ma'am." I dont hear it, and kick him in the face.

He falls to the ground, a tooth skipping across the dirt and grass. He looks at me while still down, holding his face as tears come from his eyes.

"What the fuck! Ive done nothing wrong! Why did you kick me, the Caribou are the ones who have done wrong!?" He cries. I dont care. I walk up to him, and kick him again in the face. As he flops on his back, I start to curb stomp his stomach, then his chest, before finally moving on to his two pronged family raper. I smash his balls multiple times, making sure to use half my strength beach time so that each subsequent time I hit them, he can still feel them breaking apart. I eventually feel his hip bone break, but I dont care, and continue curb stomping his destroyed penis and balls. After I am sure they are destroyed, and he is only moments away from blacking out, do I stop with one final stomp, harder than all the others. Through out the area a loud crack is heard, and the nearby Stallions all grab themselves and fall, groaning in sympathetic pain. They wont be for long.

"Tricky Hooves, for the crimes of murder, rape, child rape, slavery, desecration of the dead, and treasonous and traitorous actions against the country of Equestria, I sentence you to death. You act as if you were brainwashed like your fellow males, but you were not. I might not have been their to see it, but I know Do not try to lie. You will be executed by impalement the day after Ponyville has been retaken. For now, you will serve as a slave, carrying anything we tell you, and doing whatever we tell you. As you have done to so many mares, including your own wife and daughter." I say. Everyone else is disgusted, looking and Tricky Hooves. I just walk away, towards town.

I still need to save them. Cant just leave them to the beasts.

Author's Note

Hey everyone, how's it going. I'm doing good, trying to post chapters since I have been working on them. Heres a new one for you. Also, Ive been playing a little Dark Souls recently, and have been fighting Qualaag. I might have slightly based Salinors true body on that, plus the fact that Rachnera is awesome. But truthfully, her body is more like Rom, the Vacuous Bitch.

Also, to let you all know, the ponies are not anthro. Only the Caribou are, yet they dont care about changing the females to anthro or not. As ling as they get to stick their dicks in it, its fine for them.