Justice:
A Reclaiming Equestria Story Featuring DCAU Batman and Woman Woman
Chapter 10: Test of Courage
Canterlot - Canterlot Palace
Those that worked in the palace knew of King Dainn's vicious and often arrogant behavior. They had become more than use to his lashing out, they understood that his actions were for the good of male superiority, but more than that it was to establish his divine right to rule. He was a god made flesh, his power was second to none, and the fact that the former princess of the Equestrians Celestia, now renamed Sun Slut as a cruel joke, was his personal cock sleeve was simply further proof.
But cracks had begun to form in his absolute rule. Questions had begun to be asked, and those that had moved in the shadows now moved with more confidence. There were suggestions that Dainn's rule was not the absolute rule he made it out to be. That he was not a god made flesh, but rather he was simply a caribou. A power hungry despot that happened to prey on the peaceful ponies to achieve his goals. There was talk that the moment a real rebellion had begun he backed off. That he feared those who had come to stop him. Dainn was much of what they claimed, but one thing he had never been was stupid. Yes, he was complacent, and he was arrogant, but he had the good sense to listen to the news that came in. The Elements of Harmony were no longer controlled.
They had been released by those that formed the rebellion, a rebellion that was confirmed to be headed by the sister of his favorite cock sleeve. Princess Luna had regained some of her lost power. She had raised up an army, and she was slowly retaking sections of Equestria. Her headquarters seemed to be centered in that damned forest, and that truly bothered him. The Everfree was dangerous, chaotic, and unruly. The monsters that lived within it were legendary, and just being inside of it was an invitation of death.
On top of that his warden for Ponyville had been changed, altered, and was now working with the rebels. He hated that. Spike was more of a son then his own blood children. He accepted the truth of male superiority with such minimal prompting. He embraced the new rule, and he personally raped the mare that raised him, the one that considered herself his mother. He was a caribou in every way that mattered. With him gone there was no denying that it would be nearly impossible to hold the morale of the location.
Ponyville was lost to him. There was no regaining it, and unfortunately that meant that the entire township needed to be cleansed. Of course there were other areas that had fallen as well. Oneigh, Fillydelphia, and Trottingham were no longer strictly under the control of the Caribou. The seeds of rebellion had been sewn, and now it was up to him to harvest the fruits and destroy them. It was more than the Lunar diarch that had started the rebellion. Reports came in of two strange creatures, pony like in their appearance, but they had mostly flat faces. The reports also stated that ponies that seemed to be brought straight out of comic books were helping them.
That was indeed a possibility. After all, Cell Shade had more or less created a gateway into the various universes where super heroes lived. Anyone that entered those gateways were taken into a small section of their lives, allowed to live out the fantasy within the construct of that small gateway. It would be possible that someone modified one of his gateways and opened the door for those heroes to step through.
Of course it changed nothing. The heroes in those stories were mares, and they were inferior because of their sex. They would fall before him, and he would claim every orifice that they had. When he was finished with them he would then allow his soldiers to enjoy them. He'd finish by staking them out for all of Equestria to see. They would be presented bare, their minds broken, their spirits destroyed, and the only thing they knew was to willingly give their body for enjoyment. That was their place, and it would be his utmost pleasure in making them realize it.
Still, he was not an idiot, and before he could do anything he needed information. He called his elite guard forward, watching as they neared him. They bowed, ready to accept his word as law. He gave them a nod and then stood.
"This rebellion has gone on long enough. I want four trusted ponies selected, and they are to be sent out. Have them infiltrate this rebellion, allow them to gain their trust, and find out where it is weak. When we have this information we will strike, and destroy them."
There was a resounding cheer, and King Dainn listened to his elite guards as they each made claims that their spy would be the one to return with the knowledge that their liege wanted. When they had left he walked out of the throne room. He moved toward former living quarters of the diarch of the sun, and he pushed the door open. She was muffled, sobbing, her hands cuffed behind her back, her wings in the bindings designed to never give her peace, and her hooves spread apart by a bar that cuffed them both.
She whimpered as he neared her, and he touched the flat piece of glass that was pressed snuggly against her rectum. She cried as he pulled it out, leaving a nice gaping hole behind for him. He grabbed a bit of oil which he kept by the bed and smeared it onto his cock. He then stepped forward, and pressed hard into her anus. She whimpered like a broken filly as he claimed her again.
"We've won," he whispered to her, "There is nothing you can ever do about it. You are my cock sleeve, my fuckdoll, and my toy to use and break as I desire."
He pulled from her, causing her to cry, "Don't clench up next time, and I won't have to use a large plug."
She cried as he left, her tears staining her old bed. Hope had long since died for her. There was nothing left, nothing at all for her to even hope for. She couldn't hope for Death. She was immortal, and as such if they did kill her she would be reborn. Her body would be that of a teenage filly, and she would be raped anew. Dainn had already discovered this, and she had been reborn three times. Each time her humiliation and violation had been worse than the last. She lost count of the times she wished that Tierk or Sombra would return.
Granted they were dangerous, but either would deal with the Caribou completely before setting their sights on Equestria. For them there was no desire to share the land with Dainn and his Caribou. Tirek would be preferred simply because he would suck the very magic from each and every one of them. He would leave them as weak and vulnerable as they had left all of her subjects. But there was no releasing Tirek. There was no resurrecting of Sombra, and there was nothing to save her. She was lost, Equestria was lost, and her entire life was now in Dainn's terrible clutches.
Castle of the Two Sisters
Throne Room
The ponies that had been freed had done much to rebuild their homes, and they had went through extra lengths to repair and restore the castle. So much so that Luna realized the importance of having the castle here. Originally it was to protect the elements, but more than that it was added protection from invading armies. The location provided the much needed cover, and without a firm knowledge of the area those entering the Everfree were as good as doomed.
The Everfree itself acted as a natural buffer against invaders. Canterlot was designed for peace. It was designed to showcase the impressive might of all three tribes together in a tribute to peace that had reigned for a thousand years. She couldn't deny the perfection that was Canterlot, nor could she deny the perfection that was the palace. But the palace was not designed for war. Canterlot was defensible in the aspect that one had to make their way up the mountain. Any other defense would have to be done by ponies themselves.
Captain Shining Armor had the defense capabilities to keep a massive shield around the entire city, but his power wasn't infinite. He was just a pony, and as such his shield would fail when he was no longer with energy. The changelings had proven this. They could do the same when their forces grew, but as Bruce had said this wasn't what they wanted. They wanted to force the Caribou from their lands forever. They wanted them to retreat to their homelands and never look back.
There was a more base part of her that wanted to separate every last one of them from their lives. To send them to Tartarus to be tortured and humiliated for the rest of eternity. She understood that this part of her would never simply go away, but her life after Nightmare Moon had taught her how to accept things. It also taught her that getting what she wanted often was not the best option for her ponies.
In the short term destroying the Caribou would help them, but it wouldn't in the long term. Especially if there were any of them that were attempting to rebel as well. There had been mention of some of them that wanted nothing to do with enslaving others. It was even mentioned that some worked tirelessly to release those brought under the thraw of Dainn. If this was true then destroying all of them would be only of benefit for herself.
If the rumors of Caribou fighting against Dainn were true then she would assist them. Dainn would have to be more than dethroned. He would be taken straight to Tartarus. There he would be imprisoned with Tirek. With any luck Hades would visit his tender mercies upon Dainn for the rest of eternity. She didn't know much about this Luthor, but what she did know is that he had done the same as Dainn. Granted, he had done so to Hades' daughter, and as such he had Hades' personal attention.
She hoped that Dainn's actions would warrant him the same attention. That Hades' would personally oversee his time in Tartarus. She stood and walked out into the gardens. Once again they had restored to their former glory. She could see the Apples working alongside a few of the Pear family that were freed from Vanhoover. Among them was a Grand Pear that had reconnected with the Apples themselves. Finding out that they had a grandfather had done much to help them. She walked past them, looking at the pear and apple trees that were growing, and made her way toward a small area that was cleaned, tended to, but otherwise untouched. She knelt down and touched the ancient stone that rested there.
"Someone important?" Diana asked as she neared the Diarch, "If you don't want to talk about it I will leave you alone."
Luna shook her head, "Nay," she said, "This is the grave of my husband."
Diana stepped forward, and she looked at the simple grave before her. Compared to what she had seen of royal graves before this was far simpler, but then if one were to consider the length of time the grave had most likely been here it made sense. She saw Luna's hand still touching the marker.
"As much as I wish that he were alive, I am exceptionally glad that he had passed long ago," she said as she looked at Diana, "It is not because I do not wish him here. I do, but my Star Struck was a very willful stallion."
She smiled, "His will was so powerful that an enchantress was unable to enthrall him," she said proudly, "I have no doubts that he wouldn't have fell under Dainn's influence, and that is why I am glad he is not here. Star would have either been beaten to death, for attempting to protect myself and Celestia, or they would have transformed him into a mare and did everything to break his spirit."
She smiled, "They would have failed, but I would not want him to suffer this."
Diana touched her arm, "He sounds like he was a true warrior."
She nodded, "He was," she said, "He helped lead multiple battles, stood with me against odds that were well past his own ability."
She looked toward Bruce, "Your husband reminds me of him greatly," she said, "Both of them stood among gods and goddesses, and through a force of will they made those gods and goddesses take notice of them."
Diana smiled, "That does sound like Bruce."
The two talked for a while, discussing what had happened, listening to one another, and eventually the talk turned toward what was going to happen. There was no getting around the fact that they would need to secure their victory against the Caribou. That was when Luna talked about Grogar's bell. She explained that Grogar had been one of the most powerful dark sorcerers their world had ever known, and that his bell held his powers.
She explained that one of them had managed to trick Grogar, and they secured his bell away in a cave, deep in a mountain. Diana listened, and then Luna looked at her.
"Grogar's bell is often thought to be nothing more than fantasy," she said, "Gusty the Great is often considered to be a fictional hero, but she was real, and Grogar was very real."
Diana nodded, "Okay, why do we need his bell?"
Luna looked at her, "Because eventually Dainn will quest for it. By now he has determined that there is a rebellion, and is only gaining in power. He will need Grogar's bell to give him Grogar's power. If he has that then there will be no stopping him. We have to quest for it first."
She nodded, "Very well," Diana said, "Where is it located?"
Luna drew a map of Equestria, and Diana noticed that near the borders of it was a mountain peak. She then drew a cave in one of the mountains, "According to what my mother told me, it is here. This mountain range separated Equestria from the old lands. It was in this cave that Gusty placed the bell," she said, "But be warned, only the bravest of souls can enter. Gusty crafted a spell over it that would show all that attempted to enter their worst fears."
Diana nodded, and then she walked over to Bruce. She explained what Luna had told her, and he listened. He didn't attempt to change her mind, but instead he suggested that he accompany her. To that she shook her head.
"They need you here," she said, "But if I do not return within two days time have Clark, or John, bring you to me."
He nodded, and watched as she lifted into the air. He watched as she took off, and he silently hoped that she would be fine on her own. As Diana flew she could see the change in the area. The ground became snow covered, and in the distance there was an unnatural cry. Still, she neared the cave that Luna had talked of, and when she landed, she could sense something off. Diana looked at the cave ahead of her. Luna had said that Grogar's Bell which was an ancient, and powerful, artifact was safely contained inside of it.
She explained that one of the greatest spell crafters of all time, Gusty the Great, had placed a special spell on the cave itself. All that entered would face their greatest fear. Only the bravest would be able to withstand the onslaught.
As she walked she felt her clothes change. No longer was she in her armor, but instead she was dressed as she had been when Grodd had altered her mind. She could hear the faint sound of the bell, and suddenly she heard the low muttering of voices.
Her eyes widened as she stood in the brothel, and she heard the laugh. Turning she saw him, Luthor.
"Good," he said, "I see that you're in. I've got fifteen minutes, and I can think of no better way of enjoying it."
She backed up, "No, you're dead," she said, "Hades is tormenting you for all eternity."
He studied her, "And yet I'm here."
She closed her eyes and she understood. The fear wasn't Luthor. It never had been. The fear was always, and would always, be that on some level she knew what was happening. She knew, and she had accepted it as her place.
She shook her head, "This isn't who I am," she said ripping away the clothes and revealing her armor, "I am Diana of Themyscira, Princess of the Amazons. I am loved, and I accept that even I need help. As it so happens I have the greatest help available."
The scene disappeared. She moved further, uncertain of what would be revealed, but certain that her courage, and love, would guide her through.