I felt the dew on the wet grass against my chest as I crouched through the forest. The cicadas were buzzing in the afternoon sun and the smell of wild boar was getting ever closer. Already tasting the bacon and pork chops, I quickened my pace.

Climbing over a small ridge, I spotted an old boar trying to court a young sow. Wanting to save the sow from the brute, I chased after the old boar. He saw me and bolted to the left. This is what I live for. On all fours, chasing dinner with nothing but my claws and teeth.

This boar knew what it was doing. It zig-zagged, ducked under roots, and ran between close-knit trees. This would be a well-earned meal.

After clearing a small creek, I pinned the old beast before sinking my teeth into its neck. The warm blood filled my mouth and I could tell this would be a delicious couple of meals. When the boar stopped its struggle and the breath had left him, I let go of his neck and carried him out of the forest.

As I neared the end of the forest, I heard someone say something. "Tasty!"

I turned around, looking for where the noise came from. But found no one. "Hello? Anyone there?" I looked around, looking for movement. "If that's you, Discord. Come out."

"Hungry!" There it was again.

Finding nothing, I assumed my stomach was simply talking to me, so I went.

That night, I was busy butchering the boar and listening to Jackie tell us about Twilight's plan for tomorrow. "So she wants us to welcome the Yaks and make them feel welcome. She asked if I could make them some hay beds in the barn to make 'em feel at home."

"Oh yes, I remember the yaks before I was sent to the moon. They are a proud, warrior-like race who need everything to be perfect. At least to their standards," Luna recalled while I started to bag the meat.

"Not to mention all the smashing," Celestia said from her side of the couch.

"Idiots!" There it was again.

"You say something, Jack?" I asked my son, hoping that was him.

Jack looked up from his book and looked at me funny. "I didn't say anything, Pa."

"O-oh. I guess I thought... never mind," I told him while going to put the meat in the freezer.

"You alright, hon?" Jackie asked me from her chair. "You've been acting a bit strange lately."

"Shut it, Redneck!" What the fuck!?

"Strange? No, no, I just... got a lot on my mind, is all." For their sake, I hope that's true. "I'm a, feeling a bit tired. Good night." I went upstairs and pondered what was happening. "I really hope I haven't gone mad."

That night, I dreamt alone, going over the events of today. Running through the woods, wondering if indeed I was going mad and just needed a vacation. But I don't think I am. I never work too hard and I don't stress over much. If anything, Twilight needs a vacation.

Walking through a particularly thick patch of trees, I felt a wet sticky substance on my hand from one of them. I tried wiping it off, but it wouldn't go away. In fact, it started to spread.

I tried scraping it off my arm before it started to encompass my other hand and spread there. I went so far as to rip the flesh from my arms and through pain and gritted teeth, I succeeded. Or so I thought.

The flesh grew back, even faster than my own healing factor could do, and the black sludge was back with a vengeance. I Screamed and roared at the substance as it quickly enveloped my body. I fell on my back as it kept spreading over me until only my face was left uncovered. As it started to take over my face, I let out one last roar of defiance before everything went dark.

"Aaaahhh!" I awoke with a start, sweating bullets as I tried to catch my breath. "What the hell was that!"

Naturally, my outburst woke up my wives and they were nearly scared to death. "What's wrong!? Are we under attack!?" Luna asked with a start.

Celestia had her horn ready for an attack while Jackie held my arm. "What's gotten into you, Sugar? Are you, alright?"

I took a few calming breaths before holding Jackie close. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just had a really bad dream is all." Luna looked at me shocked, wondering why she didn't sense my despair in the dream world. "It's alright, honey. I'm fine." I laid back down with Jackie still in my arms and brushed her hair. "Let's just get some sleep. Big day tomorrow."

Soon, we all went back to sleep, cuddling for all we were worth. As I slept, a small black tendril wiggled along my neck. Unbeknownst to me, it twisted my veins, leaving a message. "Soon" And just like that, it was gone.

The next day

I sat in the main hall of Twilight's castle, waiting for the yaks to arrive. But for the life of me, I could care less about the yak prince coming. "Boring" And the voice inside my head agreed.

"Look alive everyone! The Yaks will be here any minute now!" Twilight instructed as she had everyone lined up like fresh recruits.

"Who put her in charge?" The voice said as Twilight began relaying instructions on what to do when our guests arrived. "This is boring, I want food!"

"Quiet," I whispered when some of the girls noticed I was acting funny.

"I'm sorry, is the joining of two countries in a peaceful manner boring you?" Twilight asked me in an irritated huff.

"Twiley, relax." Swagger came over and started stroking Twilight's back. One of the few ways to calm her down. "Everything's gonna be fine."

"Pussy whipped!" I heard the voice say, making me chuckle a bit before realizing I was still being watched.

Clearing my throat, I stood and nodded. "Sorry, just had a rough night."

Jackie came over and laid a comforting hoof on my shoulder. "You sure you're alright, hon?"

I gave her a warm smile before kissing her cheek. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Just the whole... Niflheim thing threw me for a loop is all."

"Alright, if you're sure." She kissed me back just as the doors opened and a literal red carpet came through the door. "Wow."

"Yeah, I didn't think people actually did that," I told her before three well-dressed yaks came in. "Guess it's showtime."

Since this was Twilight's project, she was the one to greet the Prince. "Welcome, Prince Rutherford, to Equestria. We hope your visit here will strengthen the relationship between our countries." She smiled with her most regal smile. She has been practicing.

The Yak in the middle spoke, making him the Prince. "Ponies! Greetings, Ponies!" We waited for more, but that looked like that was it.

"Okay. Nice to meet you," I greeted the Prince. "I'm King Joesph of Herot and the God of War. Care for some eats?"

Spike went and brought out a table full of what I was told was traditional Yakyakastan cuisine. "That looks like shit."

"You're not wrong," I said under my breath as Rutherford took a bite from the dumpling-looking thing before spitting it out. "Guess he agrees."

"This not taste like Yak food!" He and his companions looked very pissed at that simple notion. "It not perfect! Yak Smash!" Oh crap.

After destroying the buffet, they proceeded to vandalize the castle with Twilight and her friends standing there with their mouths wide open until they had finally calmed down and left.

"Wow. Must be what it's like to be roommates with the Hulk," I snarked before snapping my fingers and helping fix the room. "Starting to see why the Yaks and ponies haven't had any kind of dealings for so long."

"Them yaks sure have a funny way of saying howdy," Jackie said while cleaning up the mess with the others.

"They're...different that's all." Rarity said as she swept up some broken plates. "Very different."

"I think they broke my record for most stuff broken in under a minute. I mean, they even broke the trophy." Dash said while showing her broken trophy.

"Yeah, not really sure inviting them was a good idea, babe," Swagger told Twilight as we finally got the place presentable again.

"We just need to show them how great it can be to have friends before Princess Celestia arrives for the friendship party. Now who read the seven-volume cross-index history of Yak Yakkistan I recommended?" Twilight asked as her friends came up with various excuses save for Pinkie Pie.

"Not to worry, I skimmed it for you. To be honest it was boring." the strange voice said again as Swagger shook his head.

After Pinkie explained that she would handle the big job of handling the party, Jackie, Twilight, and I decided to show where the guests would be sleeping. Which just happened to be on the farm.

Finding the Yaks just outside the castle, we led them toward home. As we kept walking, I had to wonder how these guys weren't collapsing from heatstroke with all that fur on.

"We know y'all are noble warriors who avoid the so-called "Finer things" so our family would be honored if you rested here in the barn during your visit." Applejack smiled while showing them the beds.

The beds were just three bales of hay with a pillow on top. As Rutherford inspected the beds, I could already tell things were about to go sour. "This not Yak hay!"

"Fuck," I said under my breath.

"This not traditional Yak hay! It not perfect!" The Yaks were about to smash up the beds and the barn, but I wasn't having any of it. Before they could even bend a stray hay, I grabbed the prince by one of his horns. "What God do!?"

"I let it slide when you messed up my friend's home. But when you try to destroy my home with a tantrum, then I got something to say," I told him before letting him go.

"Uhh easy now there Joe," Jackie said while pushing me back as the tension grew.

"Leave her out of this!" The voice screamed in my head before the Prince decided to get in my face.

"Puny god stop Yak from smashing! Yak not like that!" He then shoves his face into mine. "Puny god and ponies make Yaks mad! Yaks declare war!" I was about to respond, but then everything went black and I felt numb.

When I finally came to, the barn was nearly destroyed, Jackie and Twi were hiding behind a cart, and the three Yaks were beaten and whimpering. "What happened?" I went to help the Yaks, only for them to cower from me.

"L-l-leave Yaks alone. Yaks not declare war. Yaks not declare war!" Rutherford begged while crawling away from me.

My mind was in a haze of confusion, anger, anxiety, and a whole other mess of emotions that made me even more on edge. Just then, Jackie marched up to me, reared up, and slapped her hoof across my face.

“What’s with you?!” I said, holding my cheek. “Why’d you hit me?!”

“Because yer a buckin’ idiot! That’s why!” Jackie screamed at me with tears in her eyes. “Never have you ever lost yer cool like that!”

“But I-!” I tried to say, only to get slapped again.

“Go on, and git!” Jackie barked at me. “Go to Herot and don’t come back! Not until we fix this shit storm you kicked up!”

Not wanting to rile her up any more than she is, I ran out of the barn and headed for Herot. As I kept running, I kept thinking about what happened back there when I blacked out. Whatever it was, it must've been bad when Jackie slaps me and sends me away.

When I made it to the cavern that housed my kingdom, I stopped at the river and just rested. "What in the hell happened? I lose control sometimes, but never like that." I stared at the water, hoping for some answers. As I kept staring, I felt like there was another person looking back at me, or something looking back at me.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a disturbance over by a plateau to the right.

Out of curiosity, I went towards the source of the sound as it grew louder and louder until I finally began to hear boisterous laughter and saw the smoke of a roaring campfire. As I approached the little camp, it wasn't Diamond Dogs around the fire, but rather a bunch of Caribou. They had weapons made from volcanic glass and crude flame throwers. And in their camp, was a member of Caballeron's crew. Explains why they have all this equipment with them. The jackass must've seen me get cut with Ahuizotl's blade.

"Alright, so we take the mayor's kid as bait," One of the soldiers said while sharpening an obsidian knife.

"And the bastard that killed our king and princes will come to us, and we'll kill him, once and for all," A caribou dressed as a general said. "Now, how soon can we move out?"

"You can move out when I throw your miserable corpses back over the border!" I yelled, startling them out of their skins. "You try to invade my wedding. You kidnap fillies from their parents. Now, you try to bait me?" I turned my hands into claws and let out a growl. "Your asses are mine!"

WHAM!!

Just as I said that something hit me hard in the back of the head and I began to black out with the sound of their laughter echoing in my ears.

"Sleepy night night." One of Caballeron's goons smirked before my eyes finally went shut.

I woke up, hanging from my wrists with some sort of chain. When I tried breaking it, they didn't even give. After another couple of attempts, I felt a sharp pain along my side. "Argh!"

"Lookie here, boys! I drew first blood!" A caribou lackey laughed while his buddies cheered.

The bastards danced around me, cutting and burning me as they did. I was their own fucking pinata. "So, this is your fucking plan? Cut me and roast me? All this will do is make me more pissed off." To be honest, the cuts and burns healed way faster than they should.

"Actually we're gonna take a nice little photo of you and send it to your friends." one of them corrected me before cutting me hard across the cheek.

"And then we're gonna demand a HUGE ransom for ya." The other said as he heated his knife.

"Though I doubt anyone will want to look at you once they've seen what we've done."

"And I hope you realize the shit storm that'll come down on you. Hell, you're in my domain. And when I'm done with you all, your heads will be mounted on the tavern walls, and your pathetic excuses for genitals will be paraded through the streets to be laughed at!" I roared in a crazed rant.

"Y'know you've caused a lot of trouble for us and all this time I've been wondering if I ever got my hands on you how would I make you suffer and you know what? I don't need you to suffer, I just want you dead. But I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do when you're dead. I'm gonna skin you and use your hide for a rug and then I'm gonna present it to your little herd right before I fill them full of my young until they are obedient little brood mares." The caribou laughed.

"I'll have all your hides for street decorations!" I pulled harder against the chain holding me. For some reason, the chains weren't giving way, but the same couldn't be said for the rock where the chain was stapled. My captors must have noticed my chance of escape and decided to hit me over the head with a lead pipe. For the second time today, it was lights out.

The minute I woke up, I figured I'd be strapped down and those fuckers would be halfway done skinning my ass. What I didn't expect was the bloodstained floor, walls, and ceiling. Amongst the blood were chunks of what used to be the caribou thugs and Caballeron's goons.

I looked around to see who it was that rescued me. My sons, my soldiers, or even my beloved wives. But I found no one around me, alive that is. I checked to see if my hands were still bound, only to find a shocking discovery. The chains were no longer on my hands, but neither were they clean. Once again, my hands were stained by the blood of my enemy as they have countless times before. But in all the times I've spilled blood, I was always conscious or could at least see what I was doing in my fits of rage. This was something different.

Fleeing the scene, I headed for Beowulf's Mead hall to wash off the blood. Passing my guard and doing my best to avoid the citizenry, I entered the establishment and walked past all the mead and aroma of cooked meat, and slammed into the bathroom. For many minutes I scrubbed and washed the blood off my hands and as I saw in the mirror, my face. As the red liquid washed down the drain, one question kept coming to mind. "What the fuck is going on?"

"I'll tell you." That voice again, this time louder and directly answering me. "I believe it's time we met."

"Show yourself damn it! Where are you!?" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"We are here, with you. We have been for some time now." The voice was really starting to piss me off. "You only need to look inside yourself." I inspected my body, finding nothing to indicate I had any openings or ways for a voice to get in my head. "The mirror, dumbshit!"

Rolling my eyes, I looked in the mirror, finding only my face to greet me. I was about to pull away before I started to notice a change. The image before me slowly changed. My fur started to grow and was smudged with an oily substance. My eyes reformed and became an empty white void. My canine teeth became needle-like in shape and still looked powerful. The final thing I noticed, my tongue became long and thrashed around like a serpent. "What the fuck?"

"Hello. Nice to finally meet you. Face... to face!" The creature spoke to me in a condescending tone.

"What the hell are you? How did you get in me?" I questioned the thing that was invading my body.

The thing grinned, which put me off a bit. "We... were once the consciousness of a great warrior that fell in a great battle. Over the countless millennia, we stayed attached to his weapon, slowly losing what sanity we had left, and gave into all the madness that surrounded us in that frozen hell."

"His weapon? The sword. You mean that sword I pulled from that snake's head?" I asked, feeling foolish for basically talking to myself.

"Exactly. The second your hand touched the sword, I made my way inside you. Giving you advice and helping out with that pest problem."

"So it was you. You took control of me and made me attack the Yaks," I accused him of making me his puppet.

"And tore apart those perverts. By the way, they did not taste very good." Oh, great. Now he has me eating them. Just perfect.

"Well, thank you so much for putting a dent in my sanity and marriage. Now how the hell do I get rid of you?" I gripped the sink with my claws tearing at it.

"You can't. And besides. Why would you want to get rid of me? We can make you stronger than you already are." I wondered what the hell he was talking about, til I remembered all the cuts and burns that didn't do shit to me. "Yes... without me... your guts would be on the floor, and your family in danger."

I gave what he said some serious thought. On the one hand, this thing's basically a parasite that has no real moral code and will add odd comments at random moments. On the other hand, having a faster healing rate and some extra hands ain't such a bad thing. "Alright. Since I can't get rid of you, we're going to establish some ground rules."

"Oh? Do tell..." I could hear the sarcasm in his deep and creepy voice.

"For starters, no showing up without my say-so. Two, no controlling me in situations where I have it under control. Three, and this is the most important thing. No eating sentient beings." Hopefully, he can abide by that.

"Not even the bad ones?" He asked while tilting his head in an attempt to look cute.

I gave that idea some thought. "Only if I give the go-ahead. And another thing, I decide who's evil or not."

"Oh? and who made you god all of the sudden? I can actually smell evil you know?" The creature said while I took this moment to clean off the sweat from my face.

"Doesn't matter and besides we have laws here." I argued.

"Oh? the same kind of laws that would give low lives like those perverts I just ate a chance to defend themselves in court and walk out as free men all so they can commit the same crimes again?"

"The fuck are you talking about? The moment I got free, I was going to shred those fuckers to pieces. And the two ponies I kept alive would be heading to death row." I argued. "Now, could you please just control yourself?"

"No promises but know this, we will interfere when we are needed."

"What's this we stuff anyway?" I asked, having been annoyed by how he referred to himself. "Do you even have a name?"

I waited for a long time to hear his name, but I was met with silence. "We, do not have a name, or if we did, we forgot it." What a shame. Everything deserves a name.

"Would it be alright if I named you?" The creature's face contorted a little before he looked like he agreed and nodded his head. "Alright, let's see." As I thought about a name for him, I noticed how his features are very familiar to a certain Marvel character. "How does, Venom, sound to you?"

The creature rolled the name around before giving out a big, toothy smile. "We... are Venom."

Later

With my affairs with Venom put mostly in order, I started for home, wondering how the hell I would ever explain this to the rest of the family without sounding completely insane. Yeah, right. As the orchard came into view, I saw my sweet Apple Pie, stress-bucking apples. Guess that's on me. When I approached, I put on my charm. "Darling, I-"

"Shut it!" She screamed after putting a huge indent on the tree she was bucking. "After your little stunt today, we had to work doubly hard to make sure the Yaks didn't re-declare war! I don't know what you were thinking with that stunt you pulled, but you better make damn sure it don't happen again!" With every word she said, she took a step closer and even went as far as to step on me and walk on my chest when I fell over so she could get in my face. Finding myself in this situation and needing to make it up to her, not to mention she looks incredibly hot when angry, I let my instincts take over and grabbed her flanks. "Hey! What are yo-Mmmf!"

After our kiss, I turned us around so she was pinned beneath me. "I'm sorry for what happened and I will explain everything to you all later. But right now," I locked lips with her again before reaching down and playing with her mound and teats. "I'm gonna make it up to you very thoroughly~."

"Mmmm! Mmm....orchard. Now!" Applejack said with a commanding tone that made me want her even more.

I grinned down at her before picking her up off the ground and slammed her against the tree she was bucking. I gave her neck a long lick p to her cheek while undoing my pants. "Have I ever told you that you're extremely sexy when you're mad~?"

"I'm about to get even madder if you don't hurry up and fuck me like you mean it!" She used her hind leg to fondle my nuts as my cock kept getting harder from the treatment.

Letting out a growl, I plunged my cock into her wet pussy. "Hard enough for you, babe~!"

"Nng...harder~." My mare panted with a smug look on her face as I held her hooves above her head.

"What about the rest of the family?" Would be very awkward if Bloom were to catch us and then ask about it.

"They won't bother us~." Applejack moaned as I kissed her neck. "So make me scream as loud as you want and maybe we'll call it even~." Damn, I love this mare.

"In that case," I pulled back to where only my tip was left in her. I had my cock change into my Lycan cock before plunging right back into her apple pie. "Moan like a whore~!"

"Ffffuuuucckkkk~! Mmm, I love that knot of yours, babe~!" I smirked at her reaction as we continued to make love in what was basically our workplace. She saw my smirk and got mad again. "Don't look so smug, I'm still mad at you!"

"I know. That's why I'm giving it to you real good~," I told her before squeezing her teat and tracing kisses along her neck.

"Nnng~! I hate it when you do that~!" She told me as we turned around so she could bounce on my cock harder.

"And why is that, my love~?" I asked just as I started teasing her asshole with a finger.

"Cause it makes me feel like I can forgive you for any of your dumbass moments." She then smiles sweetly at me and we share a loving kiss as we kept making love under that tree.

I kept pounding her like there was no tomorrow, going faster with each moan and gasp of pleasure she let out. Every now and then we'd change our position or lock lips once again. Honestly, we were in no hurry to be away from each other's warmth. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"

"Mmm, you may have mentioned it. Maybe you oughta remind me~?" Jackie said while leaning back to kiss me.

After our kiss, I hilted my knot inside her and came at least a gallon's worth of cum in her country womb. Rubbing her belly and splattering a few extra drops on her teats, I kissed her neck before we both lay down. "I love you, so very very much."

"Mmm, I love you too, Sugarcube~." Sensing our fatigue, we both took a short nap under the shade of that apple tree.

After our nap, we cleaned each other in the stream before heading over to Ponyville to see that Pinkie had come through with the party. Not a Yak culture party, but just one of her amazing parties. Over by the punch, I saw Pinkie talk with the Prince and his entourage. Knowing our little play time was only half of what I needed to do, I went up to the yaks. "Prince Rutherford, a word, if you will." The minute the three saw me, they started to shake with fear. "Please, none of that. I'm here to apologize for my actions earlier today. Suffice to say, I was not myself."

The Prince gathered himself, doing his best to gather the famous Yak pride, and answered. "Yaks, accept gods apology. If, god not hurt us again." I smirked before nodding at his terms. "Good. Now, we party!"

"Agreed. And here, as a token of both my apology and our alliance," I pulled out my new flask from my bag and poured a bit of what was inside into their mugs. "Mead, from the halls of Valhalla. A drink worthy of the gods." I saluted them with my flask and we drank to our friendship. Though the second the liquid touched their lips, they fell over, drunk as skunks. "Hmph. Lightweights."

Author's Note

Something I've been wanting to add ever since I saw that movie. You can expect a lot more.