Fall of Equestria: The Dead Ones

by Dustchu

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Tragedy, Horror, Human, Sad, Anthro, Lyra, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 4674

Lyra Heartstrings' village is attacked by the Caribou, however... there are worse things out there then the Caribou.

Lyra's home village was attacked by the Caribou when she was just a young filly... the vicious and deadly Caribou attacked and took everything. And she thought they were the worst thing ever... but she learned there are worse things out there then the Caribou...

Way worse things...

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A look into Lyra Heartstrings' past in my own little version of FoE, and how she became obsessed with humans. :moustache: I would like to think I did a good job.
Edited By: Ranger88
Partially looked at by: Kuairu

Published 2016-10-01 04:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-10-01 04:00:01 UTC

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Lyra hunkered down within her closet, hugging herself tightly as she heard the screams outside. They were everywhere, around every corner, pillaging and looting to their hearts content, raping anything with a pulse and killing those who didn’t do what they wanted. She could only cry softly to herself, unable to do anything else. She was too young, too vulnerable and too small.

She could only listen as the monsters had their way with her mother, the sound of flesh smacking flesh being heard throughout the entire house, along with her cries and pleas. They didn’t stop however, only plugging up her holes and fucking her like a whore. Smacking her when she didn’t shut up, clothes ripped off and thrown to the side as if they were nothing but trash.

Lyra just wanted them gone… wanted them to stop, she just wanted to have a fun day with her mother, that was all… Instead she got to listen to the sounds of violent rape, pillaging and murder right outside her bedroom window. Her mother had told her to hide, and she did so in her closet, buried under a pile of cloth and praying to the sun deity Celestia they didn’t find her inside.

It had been so fast… they came without warning, stampeding into the village with their war cries, smashing into houses in the middle of the night and raping, pillaging and ransacking. They had broken most of the furniture in her house, looking for anything valuable as well as any mares to assault and rape.

They had found her mother, and it had been six hours since then and they still haven’t stopped.

“Fuck, this bitch is as tight as they come~” Lyra heard one of the massive six foot tall beasts groan, the bed in the room next to her squeaking and creaking loudly. She knew there were about three or four in there, using her mother as if she were some kind of toy to be shared.

“Hahaha, take it!”

Lyra covered her mouth in an attempt to quiet herself, but she could barely keep the heart wrenching sobs down. Why hasn’t anyone come to help them? Was it because they were a tiny village on the outskirts near the badlands? Or was it something more… or perhaps word had not gotten out yet that they were attacked.

She had to do something!

“Hey, what’s this?” She heard, and she stopped… what had they found? They had nothing of any value, perhaps a jewel or two Lyra had found, but nothing of any real value.

“Looks like a picture… she has a daughter!”

Lyra’s eyes went wide.

“N-no! I don’t, she died!” Lyra’s mother yelled after whatever was in her mouth was taken out, tears running down her eyes. “She had a sickness, she died months ago!”

Silence…

“Check the house!” One of them yelled, and Lyra panicked.

“N-no! Plea-please!” Her mother yelled again, only for a loud sharp smack noise to be heard.

“Quiet bitch! Or I’ll shove my cock down your throat… ahh what the heck, I’ll do that anyway! HAHAHA!” The beast cackled, and Lyra heard her mother’s screams once more.

Thudding footsteps could be heard all around the small house as the beasts ransacked it once more, turning over every object violently, smashing doors and checking closets. There were only four inside the house, and she heard three doors being smashed down.

Then one of them came into her room, smashing through the wooden door as if it were mere paper. She could see it through the small crack in the closet door, it was tall, covered in tufts of fur and wielding a large iron hammer, his antlers were huge as well, sharpened to a fine point with small razors made of metal covering it. The most… disturbing feature was down below, where Lyra got a nice and horrifying sight of his member, the massive piece of meat dripping semen onto the floor as the smell of arousal hit her like a freight train.

It was a Caribou...

She choked back her gag reflex, covering her nose as she tried to keep herself small and hidden inside the closet, moving the cloth slightly to cover her body and make it look as if she were just a pile of uninteresting clothes and covers.

A sharp snort, and she heard the Caribou stalk over to her closet. It wasn’t long before the closet door smashed open, and she used every ounce of her courage and willpower to keep herself from moving, no matter how much she wanted to shake in fear. She heard it snort around, moving clothes and other things around.

Go away! Please go away! She begged, close to crying even more now as her eyes stung fiercely.

He didn’t however… and her heart leapt into her throat as she felt something poke the cloth she was under…

“Found you poppet~” She heard, and she suppressed a whimper… but they turned into a loud cry as the cloth was ripped away and she was wrenched from her hiding spot.

“NO! Lemme go!” Lyra cried out, slamming her fist into the Caribou’s face, but he just laughed.

“Hahaha, fresh meat~” The beast growled, grabbing her by the mane and dragging her out of her room.

It wasn’t long before she was brought into her mother’s room, thrown to the floor as her mother’s whimpers and cries were more clear. She dared to look up, and she saw them… on the bed was her mother, stripped down of any clothes she had on as two Caribou on either side of her pounded into her, their primal groans loud and the smell of sex strong as her mother tried to fight them off, but she was just hit or held down. Her breasts were groped roughly, squeezed and groped by both of the beasts as she was practically spit roasted in front of her young 8 year old daughter.

“Momma!” Lyra cried, darting forward to try and get them off.

Only to be bitch slapped backwards and sent flying into a wall by one of them. “Stupid bitch, do as you are told!” The Caribou bellowed at Lyra, who laid on the ground as her shoulder burned. Tears stung at her eyes as she felt a boot keeping her down on the floor, and she was forced to listen to her mother being raped. Flesh hitting flesh, the wet smacking noises and moans of pain and ecstasy as her mother came, and the roars of pleasure from the Caribou as they pulled out of the mare, bathing her in their spunk as she lay broken and beaten on the extremely messy bed.

“S-stop! Go away you jerks!” Lyra yelled, punching the boot holding her down. “Leave my mom alone!”

She was only picked up by the Caribou with razors on his head, held up by her throat as her mother weakly pleaded, “P-please, l-let her go, I beg of you!”

The Caribou only smiled evilly. “I think lil’ poppet needs to be taught a lesson~” Lyra was thrown to the ground once more, roughly as her mother cried out for them to stop.

Lyra watched as the Caribou stroked his massive member, getting it hard as she crawled backwards. She was about to be violated by these things, violently and viciously...

Was this the end for her?

It was not however…

Everyone stopped moving, as a chilling noise could be heard in the air somewhere in the distance.

The sound grew in intensity, before suddenly ending… then it began again as more horns sounded in the hills surrounding the village. Lyra felt her bones stiffen, as a chilling feeling came over her heart, gripping onto it like icy talons.

Were more Caribou coming?

She wouldn’t get a chance to guess as her mother shot up out of bed, grabbing a lamp and smashing it against the Caribou’s head near Lyra before diving towards the filly and throwing her out of the room. “RUN LYRA! RUN!” She screamed, slamming the door and pressing her body against it.

Lyra cried out as she slid across the floor, before scrambling onto her feet and darting down the hall as she heard the horns load and drawn out horns, sounding again and again. She didn’t know what the noise was, and she didn’t care, she just wanted to escape, and find somewhere safe…

But was there any safe place?

Behind her, the Caribou smashed through the door, her mother screaming in pain as they gave chase after the young filly. Chasing her down the hall and down the stairs, where she swung around just out of finger’s reach as she slammed into the door, bursting through it and out into the open.

And it was there, Lyra tripped and fell onto the muddy ground, sliding forward as the screams and shrieks of the mares being raped could be heard around her. The smell of smoke was strong, and when she looked up she saw several houses engulfed in flame, the Caribou laughing as they fucked the mares in the streets as their young watched, she could only wonder how many fillies were being raped in that brief moment.

The Caribou emerged outside, one of them holding her down as another tried to rip her shirt off. “AHHH! NO! Lemme go! HELP ME!” Lyra cried out, but no one could even get to her let alone help.

In those brief few moments before Lyra’s shirt ripped off… her mind thought about the Caribou… how the evil, vicious and bloodthirsty rapists came to her town. They attacked… and had taken everything and were going through, burning down her hometown and raping her friends.

She knew they were bad… evil even.

But later on… she would soon realize...

*TWACK*

“AHHH!”

That there were more vicious things then Caribou out in the wilds.

The Caribou above Lyra stomped away from her, flinging its head about as it roared in pain. And she saw a massive arrow in the back of its neck, buried deep and covered in barbs along its length. It tried to pull it out, as several more arrows joined the first, several hitting its legs and arms, “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” The Caribou bellowed in pain, before falling to his knees.

The other Caribou in the town stopped what they were doing, and swiftly looked around as their victims tried to crawl away, looking for somewhere to hide, some of them actually managing to escape from their tormentors. The beasts all looked around the village, as Lyra covered up her chest with what little tattered remains of her shirt was left.

Golden bloodshot eyes peered off to the far left, shivering as she caught sight of something standing amidst the fire. It stood tall, but not much taller than the Caribou and had fur covering parts of it body, but its stomach was exposed, as well as parts of its arms and legs showing tanned skin. It was also holding an axe in one hand, and had odd antlers on its head.

Lyra shivered, Another one! She wondered, but upon closer inspection when the smoke cleared… she saw it had a flat face, with predatory eyes peering out from past some sort of white helmet, shaped painted with red streaks. W-what is that?

She didn’t have time to think, before it held up it’s axe, “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” It bellowed loudly, its cry echoing throughout the entire village. It wasn’t long before Lyra heard more of these cries, all around her, looking around she saw these strange creatures on the rooftops, standing near the flames and holding odd weapons, screams and shrieks coming from them as the Caribou looked… oddly scared.

“Kill them my brothers! They are but weak little fleshlings!” One Caribou yelled, hefting up his axe as the creatures kept yelling.

Then the creatures stormed into the village, moving much more swiftly than Lyra had ever seen.

Lyra watched with wide eyes as the odd bipedal things leapt at the Caribou, some of them wielding axes, others knives and some having sharp looking talons and claws. Their armor was vast and different, some had spikes, others were hobbled together chunks of steel and iron with crude and vicious looking spikes on them, some looked like bipedal porcupines as they tackled the Caribou, stabbing them with their armor as the others attacked with brutal bloody abandon.

She saw just how vicious these things attacked. They were fast and brutal, their war cries chilling her to the bone as they jumped across rooftops, leapt through fire and onto the Caribou with growls and roars. There were dozens of them with their strange makeshift weapons, attacking the tall and muscular Caribou and taking some of them down. For every fleshling that was thrown away, smashed or beaten, another four replaced him.

Smashing through windows, through armor, they let nothing stop them in their quest for blood. Lyra could only watch as they ripped one Caribou apart, stabbing him with knifes and swords as he tried to fight them off… a darker part of her was satisfied with watching it, as his arms were ripped from their sockets, blood gushing forth as the things practically tore into him, the Caribou’s screams echoing through the air as they ripped his flesh from the bone.

Several of the things kept sprinting through the streets, moving much faster than she thought any bipedal being could even move, let alone with that much armor on. She watched as they jumped onto the sides of houses, before running up the walls with snarls and growls and giving chase after some Caribou who were retreating and regrouping nearby. They didn’t get far however, as loud cracks of lightning sounded and they were struck down by some small objects Lyra couldn’t make out. Bloody holes appeared on the chest of one of the massive beasts, blood spurting from the holes as several more appeared on his neck every time a crack sounded.

Taking advantage of the situation, Lyra crawled back into her house. Once she did, she saw one of the things burst through the window, wielding an axe and looking quite pissed. Glass rained down onto the floor causing her to yelp, backing up against the wall as she covered herself to protect her body from any glass. She saw the thing more clearly now, it wasn’t anything she had ever seen before…

It was covered entirely in flesh, with only a mess of hair on its head and some near its mouth. The thing was male, that much she knew from how it was built and acting, that and it wore no shirt and she couldn’t see any mammaries on its chest. It wore a pair of black pants around its legs and black boots, around its chest was a harness of sorts with knives on it, and it appeared to be wearing war paint in the symbol of a skeleton, giving it a menacing look.

Lyra whimpered as she heard her mother’s cries, and her head looked to the right where the stairs were before darting back to the fleshy thing, who seemed to hear the noise as well. She had no idea what this thing wanted, or was going to do if she moved…

She decided to take the risk…

“P-please.” She started, the thing’s head snapping to hers as she winced, ears folding back as tears stung at her eyes. “M-my momma is up-upstairs...” Lyra whimpered, pointing up as they could both clearly hear the sounds of rape happening.

“Ahhh!” Lyra’s mother screamed again, as Lyra started to cry.

Then the fleshy thing started to move up the stairs, stalking up with his axe in hand.

Lyra watched him go, before hesitantly following after him, staying just a few steps behind the thing as it stalked up the stairs and down the hall. Lyra watched as he seemed to sniff around, and then he snarled. “RAAAAAH!” He screamed loudly, almost like a monster and sending Lyra into hiding behind the wall as the sound of something smashing could be heard. When she chanced a peek she saw the door had been chopped into pieces, and the roaring of the Caribou came from her mother’s room…

Along with the screeching noises of the fleshy thing, and the wet sounds of chopping and slashing.

She covered her mouth as it went on, the walls shaking as they fought inside the room viciously. The young filly had no idea who was winning, or where these things had come from… she could only hope they would help.

Eventually… the noise ceased… and all was silent.

Somehow, the young filly had enough courage to make her legs move forward. She crept up to the door, and peered inside, and she had to hold her mouth to keep herself from throwing up.

Near the corner of the bedroom laid the body of the Caribou… antlers chopped off, eyes gouged out and body covered in deep slash marks and wounds, even one of his arms were cut off and his member…

It was laying three feet from his body.

The fleshy thing stood near the bed, covered in blood head to toe and holding a bloody axe. The thing turned to look at Lyra, and she saw its eyes glance into her own… a sharp blue color that held nothing but fury and anger. Then he moved aside, showing Lyra’s mother laying on the bed, covering in bloody wounds herself with a knife lying next to her, held in a severed Caribou hand.

“Momma!” Lyra screamed, dashing forward and past the creature as she saw her mother turn her head weakly to look at her.

“L-Lyra...” The mare said, reaching up a broken hand to gently caress the filly’s cheek. “M-my sweet little baby girl...”

“Momma.” Lyra cried softly, on the verge of breaking down as the mare seemed to be breathing her last.

“I l-love you baby...” The mare breathed out, before looking up at the blood covered creature standing nearby. “P-please… t-take her away from here… k-keep her safe… I b-beg you...”

The thing gave no such response, as Lyra’s mother breathed her last…

Lyra’s breathing hitched, as the hand fell to the bed. “M-momma?” Lyra asked, tears beginning to pour down from her eyes. “Momma? P-please don’t go!” Lyra sobbed, “Please! Don’t leave me!” The young filly shook her mother, but the mare didn’t move, her eyes fluttering close and leaving this world.

Then a Caribou battle horn sounded.

The creature growled, eyes wide as he looked around. It only took mere seconds for the thing to put his axe away on his back, before dashing over to the filly and picking her up.

”N-no! Lemme go! Momma!” The filly cried, before the window smashed and arrows landed inside the room, flaming ones that quickly caused the room to catch fire. The creature ignored her protests as he carried her out of the room and down the stairs to the living room and outside.

Once they were outside, even more of the fleshy creatures were outside, firing arrows at a group of heavily armored Caribou nearby. The creature just growled before swinging Lyra onto his back, and making her hold on before sprinting through the streets.

WIth nothing else to do, Lyra just held on as she cried. The fleshy thing ran through the streets as his brothers cried and screamed out their war cries, sounding even more vicious than anything she had ever heard before in her life. They charged the Caribou with no regard for their own safety, hurling spears and knifes and machetes with sickening cackles and laughs. She could hear odd growling and revving noises nearby, but was unsure of what it was.

The thing she was on quickly made his way towards the forest, making his way down a street only to stop when three Caribou stormed into view, hurling massive thick spears toward them both. Lyra screamed but the thing merely dodged them, ducking and skidding to the side before dashing towards a building and running up the wall, and kicking off, sending them both further up until he gripped the rooftop and started to scramble up.

Once they were on top, the thing ran across the roof as flaming arrows landed behind them, closing in as the forest drew closer.

Lyra watched behind them both as the arrows drew closer, and looked out ahead and saw nothing there to catch them. “Wait! What are yo-” Lyra was unable to finish as the thing suddenly sprinted faster, before jumping forward. “AHHH!” Lyra screamed, holding on tight and closing her eyes, and waiting for the pain that would follow.

…

*THUNK*

All she heard was something hitting tree bark, as well as feeling the fleshy thing grunt as he held onto something.

Upon opening her eyes, she saw the thing had gripped onto the tree somehow. When she looked at his hands, she saw they were talons, sharp metal and bone things that gripped into the tree bark and helped him climb across it.

It wasn’t long before he started climbing up to one of the tree branches and running across it, Lyra just watched in amazement as he did so before he jumped again, gripping onto another tree and repeating the process several times as they vanished into the woods.

The young filly just held onto him, as the screams, cries and murderous sounds behind them faded away into the sounds of the winds. Her tears had dried now, her eyes bloodshot as she thought about her friends back in the village… what had become of them?

She didn’t know...

Holding onto the fleshy thing, he continued to go deeper into the woods, climbing lower and lower before jumping onto the ground, landing on his feet with a grunt of slight exhaustion. Lyra kept her iron clad grip on him, shivering in fear before he tried to get her off. Eventually she let up, and she was placed onto the ground.

A fearful gulp as she looked up at the thing, its skeletal markings still clear as the blood continued to run down his body. He looked like something out of a monster book, the dead coming back to life. His taloned hands were relaxed by his sides as he stared down at her, a deep frown on his face and creasing his forehead with wrinkles.

A few seconds passed… and more of them appeared out of the darkened woods, stalking forward like zombies almost. They were all around her, donning the paint schemes of skeletons, wearing the bones of beasts they’d slain and carrying odd weapons. They started to make odd noises as they approached her, and she found herself with no escape in sight.

“P-please don’t hurt me.” She whimpered quietly, holding up her shirt remnants the best she could to hide her chest as the one who carried her knelt down. Lyra saw him reach into a pouch on his belt, and he dug his hand into it before pulling out a handful of something.

Mere seconds passed before he rubbed his hands in it before pressing them to Lyra’s face, and an oddly gentle look overtook the thing as it stared her in the eyes. He rubbed whatever it was on her face, and she just sat there, frozen in fear and curiosity as she felt something slightly wet covering her muzzle and face as he seemed to be painting her.

Then he was done, and he took her hand before placing something in it.

Above her, she heard the sounds of ponies calling out for survivors. And when she looked up she could barely make out the sight of royal guard carriages, when she looked back down to thank the creatures for helping her…

She saw they were gone… missing without a trace.

Lyra heard the sounds of something landing nearby, and saw several royal guards on a self powered chariot land. One of them hopped out, yelling, “I found one of the villagers!” She yelled, before jogging over to Lyra. “Hey there sweetie, are you...” She stopped, eye wide as she looked at Lyra’s face and appearance.

She saw the mint green filly covered in white paint that already began to harden, turning her green appearance into white, and on her face… was a white painted skull that made her look a little creepy. Her clothing was torn everywhere, her shirt all but gone and her shorts missing, revealing a pair of underwear that was tearing.

The filly looked terrified as she looked at the guard, and behind her…

Celestia approached.

“What is the matter, is she well?” Celestia asked, as she passed by the guard. Only for the princess’s eyes to go wide at the markings covering her arms and face, ”Oh my.” She knelt down, looking Lyra in the eyes who froze at the sight of her princess. “This is...”

“My princess… w-what do those markings mean?” The guard asked, as the forest was combed for more survivors of the attack on the small village.

Celestia looked down into Lyra’s hand, which was gripping something. “May I see what it is you have there?” Celestia asked sweetly and quietly, “I promise to give it back.”

Lyra nodded, shakily holding out her hand and revealing something that sent slight shivers down Celestia’s spine.

It was a curved bone, with several runes carved into the length of it with a piece of small string hanging from it. On the end of that string was piece of round smooth bone, with a skull marking carved into it. Celestia looked it over, before sighing gently. “My princess?” The guard asked again, as the smoke from the nearby village continued to fill the skies.

“She has been marked.” Celestia said simply, giving back the object which Lyra held in her hands, looking down at it as if it held all the answers she was looking for. “Do you recall the human tribals you learned about at the Academy?”

The guard blinked, before nodding. “Y-yes… they’re tribalistic, vicious even and cannibalistic, crafty, possessive and very dangerous…” The guard listed off, furrowing her brow. “They’re also extremely resourceful despite having no known civilization, and are nomadic like the Caribou… why?”

Celestia sighed sadly, looking towards Lyra who looked as if she had been beaten. “This young filly has been marked by one of those tribes.” Celestia said, getting a look of shock from the guard. “She has been marked by the Dead Ones...”

Lyra had listened to every word that was said… she had no idea what being marked meant, or why they had bothered to help her if they were so dangerous, or why they left her in the woods alone if they were possessive of things…

But one was for sure…

She wanted to know more about humans…

Looking up into the sky above the trees, she saw the smoke as she frowned. Her tears gone, and replaced with a forlorn look on her face as the guard helped her up, wrapping a blanket around her to cover her body as she was led to the chariot.

“Take her to Canterlot,” Celestia told the guard. “I wish to… speak with her on what happened, thank you.” The princess sighed heavily, watching as the filly was taken away before looking around.

Her sharp eyes caught sight of something standing nearby… wearing twigs and moss that made it look like a part of the forest around them. She could make out its white face, covered in paint and holding a machete in its hands…

Then it was gone…

Faust save us… Celestia sighed, rubbing her head as she followed the guard. She didn’t know why the filly was marked… or what made her so special…

But later on, she would soon find out...

Author's Note

Fuck the Caribou, a hee hee hee~