“Sir! The coffin has been successfully transported. As you requested, experiments won’t begin until you are present to supervise.”

A gruff griffon turned around to acknowledge the younger griffon soldier behind him, saluting as he delivered his report. “And what of the Equestrian that was snooping about in the first place?”

The soldier quickly lowered his hand to his side, “Sir, she was captured and guarded carefully with the expedition team. Her name is Daring Do, a well known figure in the field of archaeology. She was brought back along with the coffin. The mare is currently being questioned. She seems adamant that we return the coffin to the tomb and refuses to speak beyond that. What do want us to do with her, Commander Cloudnail?”

Cloudnail turned back to his prior business, a large cage containing four Equestrians dressed in rags, three earth pony males and one unicorn female. Two males were sitting down calmly. The other male looked angry and was staring daggers at Cloudnail and his subordinate. The female was huddled up in the corner, staring blankly at the floor beneath her. “Daring Do, eh? Today keeps getting interesting. Bring her with us. I’d want her to observe the experiment with us.

“S-sir, are you sure? She’s known to be quite dangerous a-”

Cloudnail turned his slightly, looking over his shoulder, “Then make sure her guards do their job and keep her in line.”

The soldier saluted, “Y-yes sir!” He quickly jogged away, leaving the commander alone with his captive audience.

Cloudnail grinned as he glanced back at his prisoners, bending over to meet them at eye level, “Only four of you left. I hope you’ve enjoyed the festivities as much as I have. I’ll be sure to make your last little game a most memorable one.”

The furious stallion slammed a fist on the floor, standing up and rushing towards Cloudnail and grabbed the bars that separated them, “You sick fuck!” He braced himself against the bars, reached an arm through and frantically tried to grab hold of Cloudnail, “I’ll kill you dammit! I swear I’ll fucking kill you!” The others didn’t bother getting involved.

Cloudnail chuckled to himself. “A lively one you are. You should consider yourself lucky. I had other plans for you, but you’re about to help make history in a few moments. Don’t want to tucker yourself out before then.” He turned and left as the stallion continued to scream out death threats.

Cloudnail walked the length of the sandy outpost to a large building. The two guards outside saluted him as he entered. The heavy door opened revealing a staircase heading down. The interior was well lit and mostly barren save for a few machines against the east wall. Six griffon soldiers idly stood by and two stallions in lab coats turned to acknowledge the newcomer to the room. Two of the soldiers stood vigil behind a mare bound by a straitjacket. The mare started struggling against the jacket and tried to charge at Cloudnail but was held still by her captors. “You don’t know what you’re doing! We shouldn’t be messing with whatever is in there! Didn’t you read the writing in the tomb!?” Her eyes shifted back in forth between the commander and the large glass wall that separated their room from a brightly lit pure white chamber where the coffin lay dead center.

Commander Cloudnail strode confidently towards the captive mare, “Ah, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Daring Do. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“And I heard Griffonia was planning a war against Equestria. I didn’t think you bastards would actually be dumb enough to try it, and on our soil no less.”

The Commander chuckled, “Equestria, as big an empire as it is, has barely scratched its own surface. You weak, gutless equines are so content to lay about waste your potential. Survival of the fittest, Daring, survival of the fittest.” He turned towards the glass wall and slowly approached, eyeing the coffin with great curiosity. “As my team has relayed all necessary information to me. This coffin supposedly contains a being of immeasurable power.”

Daring tried again to fight against her bonds, “Then why unleash it!? We don’t know anything about it! That thing could kill us all!”

“Utter nonsense, Daring. This creature may have been considered all-powerful to a group of old neanderthals, but against the technology of today...” Cloudnail reached for the pistol in his holster and pulled it out, aiming it at Daring, “I doubt that claim will hold up.”

Daring stared down the barrel of his gun without fear, “You’re making a mistake.”

Cloudnail thrust his arms out to the side, “And what is life without a few mistakes? Fear not. That chamber is a veritable death trap. The floor is littered with chutes that can bellow fire at the press of a button. The vents on the ceiling are primed to release a potent nerve gas as well as mustard gas. The glass you see before you is twenty layers of bulletproof glass, enchanted by magic from the unicorns in our employ to double their durability and the remaining walls surrounding the chamber are fifty centimeters thick. We have absolute control!” He lowered his arms and gestured to the stallions in the lab coat, “Bring them in and let’s begin.”

The pair saluted. “Yes sir.” One of the lab coats pulled a walkie-talkie from his pocket and began relaying orders while the other moved to a console on the east wall and pressed a few buttons. Knowing she was powerless for the time being, Daring watched the chamber intently. A wall began to open up, revealing a long hallway. A padlocked cage containing four Equestrians and a long metal crate with a padlock was wheeled in through the hallway and into the chamber. The griffon soldier pushing the cage pulled out a small key , tossed it into the cage and ran off the way he came as the wall closed behind him.

“Proceed to the coffin and remove the lid.” One of the scientists ordered into a microphone on the console.

The hot-headed stallion snatched the key resting in the cage, “And why the hell should we, you heartless scumbags!?”

“Follow our directions to the letter and we will grant you your freedom. This room you are in is armed with flame throwers. If you do not, you will be burned alive.” The scientist calmly replied, “Now, proceed to the coffin and remove the lid.”

The stallion growled in frustration, staring down the observers behind the glass. The caged Equestrians were all focused on their captors as well.

“Proceed to the coffin and remove the lid. If you do not cooperate within the next minute, you will be incinerated.”

The hot-headed stallion begrudgingly obeyed. He gestured to one of his caged comrades and approached the coffin. The two of them lifted the lid up and tossed it to the side.

“What do you see inside?”

The hot-headed stallion looked inside, confused. “It’s a mare wrapped up like a mummy. Her face ain’t wrapped though and she’s got an amazing rack.” He looked back at the griffon scientist, “Is this some kind of joke?”

“Please remove the subject from the coffin.”

The pair looked at each other and shrugged. They grabbed the wrapped mare and lifted her out of the coffin, placing her gently on the ground. The hot-headed stallion squatted down beside her and grabbed her right breast, giving it a few squeezes. “Hot damn this mare’s got it going on.” The other two ponies in the cage slowly started to exit the cage.

The mare in the wraps opened her eyes. The [pair of stallions noticed and backed away as the mare slowly started to get to her feet. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. She didn’t seem concerned with anyone’s presence.

“Can you speak? Do you understand what I am saying?”

The mare looked through the glass wall at the strange assortment of creatures staring at her.

“Prisoners. The key you have will also unlock the crate in your cage. There will be loaf of bread inside. Please offer it to the subject.” The hot-headed stallion stayed put while his comrade took the key from him and went to unlock the crate. The stallion opened the crate and looked back at the others, “Why there heck are their weapons in here too!? We got a machine gun, two swords and a spear in here!”

“Do not worry about the weapons. Please take the bread and offer it to the subject.”

The stallion shook his head and took the bread. He slowly approached the mare from the front and held out the bread. “You want it?” The mare looked at the bread in his hand. The stallion pantomimed the act of eating to get his point across. “Food. Eat it.” The mare reached out and took the bread. After a minute of examining the bread, she took a bite. Everyone in the room observed the mare in silence, enthralled by her almost child-like behavior.

Commander Cloudnail started laughing wildly, “AHAHAAA! Behold, Daring Do! The almighty apex predator! This is creature you were so terrified of! She’s but a mare with the IQ of a five year old!”

Daring continued to watch the mare like a hawk as the strange mare leisurely enjoyed the loaf of bread. The hot-headed stallion quickly lost interest in her lunch and went back to admiring her body.

“Did you enjoy the bread? Are you capable of speech? Can you give us any sign that you can hear us?” The scientist on the intercom asked. The mare in the bandages finished her bread and rubbed her belly. Commander Cloudnail continued to laugh hysterically. The soldiers were completely unimpressed. The mare glanced down at the coffin she had been resting in for so long. The scientist pressed the intercom button, prepared to speak again.

“Thanks for the food.” The mare said before the scientist could ask another question or issue another order. She grabbed the wraps under her eyes and tore them off, dropping them to the ground. “But I’m more interested in eating these ponies here.” She looked in the direction of the Equestrian prisoners who were now staring at her with some concern.

“Do you mean you want us to give you more food?” Asked the stallion who had just given her the loaf of bread.

“I meant exactly what I said.” She thrust her arms up, stretching them out and letting them fall back to her sides, “I’m going to eat you.”

The hot-headed stallion turned and ran for cage, “We got weapons! I’m not waiting to her to move first!” He grabbed the crate, dropped it on the floor outside the crate and grabbed a sword. The other stallions followed him and pulled weapons from the crate. The timid looking mare was offered the machine gun, but opted to leave it in the crate and not get involved.

The ancient mare started tearing off section of bandage on her right arm while the three prisoners surrounded her.

“Get them out of there!” Daring yelled, “What don’t know what she’s capable of! She’s going to kill them!”

Commander Cloudnail, having finally calmed down from his earlier fits of laughter, folded his arms across his chest as he continued observing the chamber. “It’s time for this thing to prove itself. Let’s see what it’s capable of.”

“This will at least be entertaining.” The mare finished remove that last bit of bandage around her right arm. She looked at one of the ponies surrounding her, looking quite amused, “Which one of you should I kill first?”

The stallion holding the spear charged forward. He charged and rammed his spear into her chest, just between her breasts. The mare appeared to be shocked as the weapon pierced her flesh and pushed her off her feet. The stallion leapt up and used his downward momentum to aid and slamming both the spear and the mare into the floor. The hot-headed stallion stomped his foot into her wrist, thrust his sword down with all his might into her left arm, severing the limb. The two backed away, breathing heavily as the initial rush of adrenaline started to leave their system. The spear was left embedded in her chest and poking out slightly through her back as well as leaving her severed arm on the ground next to her.

Commander Cloudnail scoffed and turned to face Daring. He gestured towards the fallen mare, “And there ends the story of our little bringer of destruction. Honestly Daring, what a wild imagination you have…”

“You idiot… That was too easy… She let that happen… Get them out of there now…” Daring begged, never removing her the mare from her sight.

“She let herself die? Why would I be af-” Cloudnail was cut off by a scream coming from the chamber. He quickly turned to see the mare laughing softly on the floor. She reached her hand up to grab the length of the spear. She pulled herself up, moving her body up along the weapon. Once she had pulled herself up halfway along the spear, she planted her feet on the ground and pulled her torso upright, leaving the spear still stuck inside her. The group of prisoners backed away, terrified of the mare who should have been dead from the impalation alone. She knelt down and picked up her bleeding, severed arm, holding it above her head.

“Really? My arm?” She asked, genuinely confused, “I’m surprised you didn’t go for my head. You’d think that would be more effective. The hot-headed stallion charged forward, taking her advice and stabbed his sword into her neck. The mare once again appeared shocked by the sudden feeling of being stabbed. He began to wrench the sword to the side once the blade had made it all the way through. With a surge of adrenaline, he managed to cut off through the left half of her neck. Her head flopped over to the right, dangling against her right shoulder.

“Let’s see you complain about that you unholy bitch!” He growled, backing away again in fear.

The mare moved her arm to her right side. The severed arm in her grip began to move, grabbing on to her head which still wore an expression of shock. She moved her arm up while the severed arm held firm and pushed her head back into it’s normal position. Everyone stared in disbelief as the skin and muscle in her neck and head began to stretch out towards each other. The various bits of flesh attached and melded to their rightful places and quickly healed itself within seconds. Once finished, three fleshy tubes emerged from the base of where her left arm used to be and snaked their way through the air towards the severed arm in her grip. The fleshy tubes attached themselves inside the severed arm and reeled it back, repairing itself much in the same way as her head. She looked over at her left arm and noticed her palm was facing backwards. She giggled to herself.

“Sorry about that, give me just a second.” She grabbed her left arm, squeezed firmly and ripped it right off her body. Blood splattered all over the floor, adding to the pools of blood left from the initial severing of her arm and other wounds. She turned the left arm around in her grip and thrust it back into her shoulder, the skin muscle once again seamlessly attaching and mending itself in seconds. She raised her left arm and flexed her fingers few times. “There we go, good as new.”

The audience behind the glass stared, slack jawed at the super equestrian feats happening before their eyes.

The hot-headed stallion raised his sword one more time, “Ngah! Let’s see you do that with your body hacked into a million pieces!” The mare defended herself this time. She pulled her arm back before the sword could cleave it off again. Once his sword was at shoulder height, she thrust her hand straight through the blade, hilting in inside her arm. He held firm and tried to remove it. He slammed his foot into her side and tried to pull harder against the hilt. The mare smiled and raised her arm up, taking the male with it. Once above her, the hilt finally came free from her hand. The hot-headed stallion fell to the floor, landing on his rump. He looked at the hilt in his hand. His pupils shrank as he found that the blade was no longer attached.

The mare brought her hands to chest and stomach. She gripped the bandages that clothed her and tore them off, revealing her bare, minty green torso. She removed two more remaining lengths of wrap and tossed them to the side. The stallion stared up at her firm, melon sized breasts. Her boobs jut straight out from her chest, completely unaffected by gravity. She knelt down before the terrified stallion. The spear’s handle clanked against the ground. She looked down at it, slightly annoyed. She appeared to concentrate on the offending piece of metal sticking out of her chest for a moment. The spear handle and spear head in her back dropped the floor, the wound in her chest now completely healed as if she had never been stabbed. She looked thoroughly satisfied as she rubbed the once affected area.

“You liked my breasts, did you not?” She asked as she looked at stallion beneath her who had broken into a cold sweat. “I had it, going on, did I not?” She moved her left hand to her left breast and started massaging and squeezing it. The stallion was too scared to do anything but lay still and hold the sword’s hilt as he watched her put on a show for him.

“What a shame. A pretty mare presents herself to you and you don’t even have the balls to take action.” She released her breast and firmly seized the back of his head. “Then allow me.” The stallion suddenly sprung to life and desperately tried to wrench himself free of her grasp. She lifted him to eye level and grinned, “If you think my rack is so amazing, then feel free to take a closer look!” She pulled him back, slowly lowering his head down to her chest level and shoved his head between her gravity-defying orbs.

The mare released his her grip on the stallion and moved her arms behind her head. She smiled triumphantly as she gazed down on him, struggling to remove his head from between her bust. The stallion gripped her waist and tried pushing against her, to no avail. He tried to switch tactics, grabbing her breasts and attempting to pry them apart. Despite the pressure they were placing on his skull, his hands sunk into the soft flesh as he would normally expect to. Still having no luck, he tried pinching and twisting her nipples are hard as he could.

The mare moaned, “Mmmm, that’s right big boy, rough up my tits just like that.” The stallion, still holding the sword hilt, tried slamming it repeatedly into her breasts. She giggled again at his attempts, “Aww, I liked it when you played with my nipples. How about we get a little more intimate, hmm?”

The stallion’s head started to sink further into her chest. His efforts to push himself out renewed. He grabbed on to her boobs and tried once more to push himself out. His shoulders started to sink into the flesh of her tits as he was pulled further inside. The mare was moaning in delight, enjoying the stallion’s pointless struggles to resist. More of his upper body was pulled in. He was no longer able to exert any real pressure with his hands. They were now merely pressing into her tits.

“Sorry, but you had your chance to touch. We need to keep things moving.” She mocked. His hands began sinking inside her breasts. His body was being pulled in at a steady rate. With his just about devoured, all that remained were his legs which were flailing about wildly. The mare closed her eyes and took a deep breath as his legs sunk into her chest. His feet wiggled pitifully as they were pulled into forbidden valley of her cleavage and the stallion completely vanished.

The mare grabbed her breasts and slapped them up a few times, evidently getting some satisfaction watching them jiggle and bounced as they slowly settled down out in front of her. “You have no idea how good that felt. I haven’t eaten like that in years.” She moaned. She smirked as she looked at the remaining prisoners still trapped with her. The stallions looked terrified out of their minds while the female prisoner huddled back in the corner of the cage in shock.

The bandaged mare pointed at her stomach, “Ya know, he’s still alive. Inside me.” As she said this, a few small indents could seen jutting out barely from her stomach. “I can feel him. He’s struggling to find a way out. He thinks there might be a way to stop me from inside...” An indent started to form just above her belly button vaguely in the shape of a hand. She giggled and folded her arms underneath her bust, “...but unfortunately…” She let out a satisfactory grin as the indent forced back. She pushed out her waist slightly and looked down at her stomach along with everyone else watching in abject horror. Her stomach started flexing. Her lithe form quickly gave way to sculpted eight pack abs. Amidst the discovery of yet another feat new feat from the immortal mare, the sound of loud crunching could be her emanating from her stomach.

“...there is no escape.”

“What exactly are you? Why do you eat ponies?” The scientist asked through the intercom.

The mare relaxed, her abs rounding out to reform her previously slender body. “My name is Lyra. I eat because I can. And I am pretty hungry. Being forced into a deep sleep for years can do that to you.”

“How did you come into being?”

Lyra stared off at the ceiling. “Hmmm, I guess it can’t hurt...”

Cloudnail stared slack jawed at the power displayed by the ancient mare. What seemed like a braindead pony was nothing more than a ruse to bring her prey to her, all just for her amusement. If Lyra were to be set free, there would no hope for neither Equestria nor Griffonia. For the first time since her release, he took a good long look into the mare’s eyes, as if to seek out just a small glimpse into her mind...

Author's Note

Feel free to point out any errors n typos. Still no pre-reader/editor.

I based Lyra almost entirely on Santana. I liked the guy, for the short amount of time he got. Also, that ending there is a bit of an in-joke I have with a friend of mine. The way that scene was put together in the anime, it kinda looks like Stroheim looked into that fragment of Kars' armor and not only discerned it's composition, but his entire friggen backstory. Like, it goes into that explanation, then IMMEDIATELY into backstory, then BACK to Stroheim losing his shit and realizing that Kars is pretty much a god. German Engineering really is the best.

alsoitoldyoushitwouldgetweird