Fall of Equestria: For Honor (revamp)

My name is Wulfric of the Warborn clan and this is my story.

My people and I lived peacefully in the northern mountains, completely isolated from the modern world. My father was the chieftain of our clan and a great warrior. He taught me how to survive in the wild and what it means to be leader of the clan and he was proud to have me as his son. For a long time, my father and my people were happy but one day all of that changed when a warrior from one of our neighboring clans came to us with a declaration of war against a far-off kingdom known as: Equestria.

His name was Ragnar of the Stonehoof Clan, he came to us with word from his chieftain: Dainn Stonehoof. Dainn had heard of Equestria and how it was ruled by four princesses and to him this was an abomonation against nature.

Ragnar then began to spout nonsense about how it was our sacred duty as men to put these women in their proper place; however my father would hear none of it and before long argument sparked between the two, out of arrogance, Ragnar challenged my father to single combat for leadership of the tribe. My father had easily defeated Ragnar but spared his life and ordered him to deliver his message to Dainn. It would have been better if he had killed him that day.

I stood on the cliffside, overlooking my village. The winds blew to the south, which I always saw as an omen since I was a young buck.

“I thought you’d be here, young master.”

The voice I heard from behind was a comfort as I looked over my shoulder. Walking towards me was one of my long-time friends, Surt, who has been by my family’s side since my ancestors time.

“You come here whenever you wish to ponder something quite serious,” Surt said. “What troubles you, my lord?”

"It's the Stonehooves." I said while overlooking the village.

"You know they won't give up that easily. How long before they come looking for a fight?"

“I’m more concerned with what that Ragnar said about the land beyond the sea, my lord,” Surt said. “What he said about those princesses, surely it’s nothing but rubbish?”

"Of course it is! They think more with their dicks than with their brains!" I spat in frustration as we made our way back to the village.

"But I am curious about this place, the cities, the land, these princesses. Just think of the possibilities if we established relations with them."

"You are an ambitious one young master...just like your mother. All father rest her soul." Surt sighed with a content smile.

"Now we must hurry back, your father has called for an assembly of all our allies. I'm sure you'll be glad to see Arminius after all this time."

Hearing the name filled me with joy. Arminius and his family had been away further north on business, and it has been some years since I had seen my other close friend. As we made our way back, I couldn’t shake the feeling that those ponies at least deserved some kind of warning.

“Surt, how far can our message ravens fly?” I asked Surt.

“A day, perhaps two if we sent one of our best ravens, why?” Surt asked.

“Go to the raven coop and write a message to send to that pony land. Use our best raven. Call it a gut feeling, but that Dainn sounds committed to doing something drastic that would be catastrophic,” I ordered. “Don’t worry, I’ll excuse you at the meeting. Now go.”

While Wulfric kept thinking about the land to the south, he was brought into a hug by a very large caribou wearing a bear skin cape and headdress. "Hey there, shrimp. Been a while since we last saw each other."

"Arminius, chieftan of the Ghost Tribe." Wulfric landed a gut punch on Arminius, making him let go so he could put him in a headlock. "It's good to see you, old friend."

"Likewise." The two let each other go before heading for the great hall. "You know, my son Wiglaf has been wanting to meet you for some time." Arminius looks around before whispering in his ear. "And Sigrid has been wondering when she can get the two of us to bed her."

"How you managed to bed such a woman is beyond me..." He said with a raised brow as we entered the hall to find an elderly stag sitting at the head of a large table.

"Chief Hjalmarr, your son and Chief Arminius have arrived." A shield maid announced before the old stag let out a few coughs.

"Father?"

"I'm fine m'boy." Hjalmarr said after clearing his throat.

“Where is Surt?”

“Oh, he’s off running an errand for me,” Wulfric said, knowing that he was doing the right thing.

"Hail, chief Hjalmarr," Arminius greeted before sitting next to him so the meeting could begin.

"Now I suppose you all got the same message as we did not too long ago?" The old stag asked while leaning back on his throne.

"Yes. My brother of all stags, wanted us to follow Diann and his crazy scheme. I told him if he wanted to throw away his life, then go. Still haven't heard back from him," Arminius said before taking a draught of mead.

"They have been getting far too bold these past few months something must be done!" Another chief shouted.

"Our main concern is what their next move is. We've had no word from the settlements down south for some time."

"We've also had reports of his clan felling entire forests and stocking up supplies for a long voyage there is no doubt, the stonehooves are on the move!"

"I say we challenge Diann, see what mettle he actually has!" An old Chief said.

"Aye it must be war!"

"War? Have you all taken leave of your senses?" Wulfric asked the council.

"The last civil war nearly destroyed our clans. Several generations were lost in that conflict!"

"But what this lunatic is spouting is pure madness! We go against one tribe led by a madman, we can save the others," Arminius proposed.

The council members began arguing with themselves on what to do before my father ordered them all to be silent.

"This is not the time to be fighting amongst ourselves. Now what Arminius said is true, we cannot allow Dainn and his followers to bring war to another nation however my son also makes a valid point." My father stopped to catch his breath.

"Therefore, I propose a new solution. WE will go to this new land ourselves."

The crowd began to murmur just as Arminiu's wife appeared to greet her husband.

"We will sail to Equestria ourselves not to conquer but to trade."

The council saw the brilliance of my fathers plan and began to nod in agreement. If we established relations before Dainn could make his move and appear as a united front, his forces wouldn't dare try to invade.

"Everything going well my love?" Sigrid asked quietly while my father discussed the details of the plan.

"I believe so." The two shared a kiss before Sigrid joined her husband. "The spring thaw is in two weeks. We should prepare our ships as soon as the ice gives way."

"Then we are in agreement then?" My father asked as the council members cheered in agreement.

"Very good, in two weeks we sail for Eques-COUGH!!"

"Father!" Wulfric rushed to his fathers side as the crowd became worried after seeing him collapse from his throne.

"COUGH!! cough! cough! cough!"

"Get him to his chambers now!" The prince ordered two of his guards to take him to rest after he managed to catch his breath.

"Don't worry-cough!-about me boy. Your old dad still has strength in his old bones." Hjalmarr told his son before leaving for his chamber.

Wulfric felt a hand clasp on his shoulder. "He'll be fine. He's too stubborn to be led up to Valhalla," Arminius told his friend before getting up with his wife. "Tomorrow we make the journey back home to ready ourselves. But tonight," He picked up his wife who let out a squeal. "I make love to my wife."

"Hmm you spoil me dear but have you seen Wiglaf?" Sigrid asked while tickling his chin.

"I thought he went to go play." Arminius said before setting her down.

"He did and he said he'd be at the hall with you when he was done."

"Rarrg!" Behind a chair, a small caribou buck came out and leaped onto Arminius, making the three of them laugh. "Did I scare you, Papa?"

"A little. But you have your dear mother shaking in fear," Arminius joked, earning him a slap on the chest from Sigrid. "Come, meet my friend, Wulfric."

"Well well you must be little Wiglaf." Wulfric smiled while looking at the little buck in front of him.

"Uh huh! I'm gonna be chief like my papa!"

"Mmm and a strong chief you'll be. You remind me of your father when we were your age." Wulfric smiled as Sigrid picked him up to cuddle him.

"He's our treasure but we're still trying for more aren't we darling~?" She purred to her husband.

"Oh yes. I believe we agreed on, what was it, twenty?" Arminius asked while getting closer to his wife.

"Nine," Sigrid corrected before they came into a kiss with Wiglaf smooshed between his parents.

"Last time, it was three," Wiglaf groaned while trying to escape.

"Wiglaf dear, why don't you grab some cakes." Sigrid smiled as she let him go to the feast table.

"Oh boy!"

"And Wulfric, our offer still stands~." She moaned while carefully bringing his hand to her tail while her husband groped her rear firmly.

"You know, most husbands would've chopped off a mans hand for such a bold gesture."

"Well most husbands don't have a woman as fiery and wild as her do they?" Arminius growled to his wife as he brought her in for a passionate kiss.

"Mmm~, tonight, I want you both after the feast~," Sigrid said before kissing Arminius' neck.

"As my queen wishes~," Her husband said while rubbing his hand along her belly.

"Sigh...I envy you." Wulfric sighed while watching them cuddle.

"You're my age and already have a wife and son, meanwhile I'm lucky to get a few flings every spring."

"Ah you just gotta find the right girl is all." His friend said, waving off his worries.

"Oh believe me old friend, when I find her I'll know. Without a doubt it'll just...BAM hit me! Like lightning." Wulfric said just before they heard rolling thunder in the distance.

"A storm this late in the winter? Odd." He said while looking out to see the clouds forming in the distance.

"It's just a small storm. What harm could it possibly do?" Arminius asked, not knowing what fate awaited them.

As the sun began to set, the great hall was filled with laughter and song as the clans joined together in a great feast around a roaring bonfire.

"A toast! To King Hjalmarr and our new venture to Equestria!" A warrior shouted with his mug raised high.

"TO THE CLANS!!" Wulfric shouted even louder, earning another rousing cheer as the musicians played.

As the music played and the mead was drained, Sigrid came up between Arminius and Wulfric. "You know. Wiglaf is distracted with cake and the other children." She soon rubs both their inner thighs. "What say we have a romp in the sheets~?"

And you're an expert at that my love~." Arminius kissed his wife deeply before getting up and heading for their room. "Wulfric! Get your ass in gear. My wife needs satisfaction!"

"Announce it to the whole village why don't ya?" Wulfric smirked while following the married couple to the guest room.

Sigrid laughed as her husband felt her up while she turned her head to give Wulfric a kiss and guide his hand to her breasts.

"Mmm you boys aren't getting any sleep tonight~." She moaned as both men disrobed her and began taking turns kissing her.

"Ohhh~."

"Mmm Sigrid my love, you are as beautiful as a Valkyrie~." Arminius said while squeezing her left breast.

"Mmm get on the bed and I'll send you to Valhalla~."

Keeping hold of her hands, Arminius dropped down to the bed with Sigrid landing on top of him. "I love our trips there~," The two started making out while Arminius' cock rubbed against Sigrid's pussy.

Through the moans and smacking lips, Sigrid shook her ass toward Wulfric. "Come here and enter my backdoor~."

"Mmm not quite yet." Wulfric smirked as he pulled her away from her husband.

"Ohh~! so assertive." Sigrid giggled before being shoved onto his hard cock in front of her husband.

"Less talking, more sucking."

"Mm~! mmmmm~."

"Odin's beard. Watching you suck cock gets me really hard, darling~," Arminius said before getting behind Sigrid and ramming his cock right up her pussy.

"MMM~!" Sigrid smiled as her eyes rolled back and popped off Wulfrics cock with a satisfied grunt.

"Mmm there, all nice and wet~." she panted managing to turn over to expose her back entrance.

"I'm ready for you my lord~."

"Mmm come here~!" Wulfric growled as he rammed her ass.

"NNgaaah~! Ohhh yes~."

"Ohh you are such a whore my love~." Arminius said as they humped her in unison.

"If I recall, that's what caught your attention in the first place~," Sigrid smirked before moaning like a whore.

"No." Arminius slowed down a little before moving a bit of Sigrid's hair away from her face, revealing her perfect blue eyes. "It was your eyes that drew me in."

"Ohh not my soft breasts, my delicious ass or my tight holes~?" Sigrid moaned just before Wulfric spanked her.

"Nnng~! Make sure you both fill my womb~!"

"Pardon?" Wulfric grunted as they changed their rhythm.

"What are you, deaf? My wife wants two cocks in her hen house." Arminius picks Sigrid up and places her pussy on both of their cocks. "So let's give it to her~!"

"AUGH! Warn me next time!" Wulfric grunted while Sigrid began to moan louder.

"Crap she's a tight fit! you sure you want her ending up with my kids?" He asked while spanking her again.

"Ha! That's a good one. My lovely Shieldmaiden is on a safe day. So let's flood her till she looks pregnant with twins~," Arminius said before doubling his efforts.

"Ohh I don't know my love, if the gods will it I might just end up with both of your children~." Sigrid moaned before whispering in his ear.

"Would me carrying your friends child excite you or fill you with rage~?" she murred before kissing Wulfric in front of him.

"You know the answer to that. Friend or not their ass will be met with my boot," Sigrid giggled at her husband's reaction before lifting her breasts.

"Don't worry. My womb is yours and yours alone~," She then looks back at Wulfric with a smirk. "Spank me~."

"What do you think I've been doing?" Wulfric grinned before biting her shoulder and spanking both her ass cheeks hard as both men drove her to the brink without noticing the howling winds outside.

"Ahhhh~! Ohhhfffuck fuck me boys~! Fuck me til I can't walk~!" Sigrid howled with pleasure.

Over in the far side of the village, Surt was wrapping a message on the leg of one of the larger ravens of the coop. Once the message was secured, he carried the bird out to the edge of the hillside. He sighed as he looked down at the bird and it squawked at him.

“It’s a long journey, little one,” Surt said as he brushed his thumb along the bird’s soft feathers. “I pray to All-Father for your safe flight.” He nodded and tossed the bird in the air. The raven squawked out loud and flew towards the vast waters of the sea. Surt kept his gaze where the raven flew until it was out of sight.

“Odin preserve us…” Surt sighed and made his way back to the village.

End.