Fall of Equestria: Choices

“Come away from the window!” Meadowsweet urgently whispered. Her husband, Fine Print, had been watching the parade of the conquering Caribou marching past on the street before their tiny house. At his wife’s insistence, he slowly drew the curtains back and turned to face her. The look on his face was hard to read as he stared first at her, then at his pink Earth pony daughter, Sweet Blossom. She'd gotten her cutie mark, and so was legally of age, but he still thought of her as a foal. Even so, she already had the beginnings of being a beautiful mare, and the thought filled him with dread.

By now, the intentions of the invaders were well known: they’d established total male dominance by subjugating every female, including the Princesses. The fate of the Elements was still unknown, but if the Princesses had fallen, there could be little doubt what had happened to the Elements. Indeed, the rumor was that the Element of Laughter, Pinkie Pie, had not only accepted her new role but had embraced it wholeheartedly. The same for Princess Twilight, but Fine Print had yet to see any of these things for himself. He could only hope the rumors were unfounded.

So far, he and his wife had managed to keep his daughter hidden, but with the tales of other ponies actually helping the invaders, he knew that wouldn’t last. The family had managed to avoid the suspicions of the Caribou by dressing Meadowsweet up in the skimpiest of outfits, even putting a red collar on her whenever they went out, but it was all a ruse. He dearly loved his wife, and while he did like seeing her in the sexy items, he’d much rather she do so for his eyes alone, in the privacy of their home. And as for treating her the way he’d already seen some stallions do to their wives? The thought turned his stomach.

But that was nothing compared to the thoughts that plagued him concerning Sweet Blossom. Finally, he spoke to his wife.

“We can’t stay here. Sooner or later we’ll be discovered. We have to go, for our daughter’s sake at least.”

Meadowsweet looked at her, then said, “Go to your room, sweetie. Your father and I have matters to discuss.” Sweet Blossom didn’t speak, but quietly turned away and obeyed. She hadn’t spoken much since the Invasion, and her parents worried about the state of her mind. They both knew she’d already seen and heard things they wish she hadn’t, for they’d not been able to shield her from everything.

Fine Print sat his wife down at their kitchen table and took her hands in his. “I don’t know who we can trust, but we have to get away. I can’t bear the thought of what will happen to her if we don’t.”

Meadowsweet stared at the floor, then quietly said, “You won’t allow her to be taken. You can’t. We can’t.” She slowly met his eyes. “If worse comes to worse, there’s only one thing to do.” Fine Print drew his hands back and stared at her, as her implication dawned on him.

“I…I hope you don’t mean what I think you mean, Meadow.”

Tears started in her eyes, but she refused to look away. “It’s either that or watch her become some stallion’s sex toy! Or many stallions’, from what I’ve heard!” She wiped her eyes and continued. “I haven’t seen nor heard of any fillies her age being abused, yet, but that’s no guarantee they won’t be. Even if they don’t violate her now, they eventually will!”

Fine Print put his head in his hands. “I can’t, Meadow. I can’t do something like that to my own daughter.”

She balled her hands into fists. “Then I will! If we can’t escape, I’ll do it!”

Fine Print raised his head and looked at her, as a cold fear washed over him. He knew she meant every word.

“Then…we will escape!” He took her hands in his again and said, “I promise!”

He then stood and went into the pantry. “We’ll need supplies: non-perishable food, lanterns, some kind of weapons.” He turned back to her. “I’ll need to go get them, but only a little bit at a time, so as not to arouse suspicion.” He thought some more. “Three days. That’s how long we’ll stay here, then we’ll leave. Three days. What do you think?”

She folded her hands on the table and stared down. “A lot can happen in three days. If we leave now, tonight, we can all be somewhere safe.” She looked down at her outfit. “I’m sorry, but I can’t think in these clothes. I’m going to go change.” Despite the danger, Fine Print couldn’t help but watch her backside jiggle under the tiny miniskirt as she walked away. Then he shook himself. Focus! There’s no time for that now.

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Unknown to both of them, Sweet Blossom had kept her door open a crack and had stood by it and listened to every word. Then she went over to her desk and sat down, thinking. She’d been in a steady state of fear ever since the Invasion had started, but that had only increased when she’d seen some of the things the Caribou bulls were doing to the mares. She’d even heard of Equestrians acting badly, both stallions and mares alike. The Invasion had only been going on for a month! How could they already be submitting to those monsters?!

From the first day, her parents had hidden her away and not allowed her outside, but she’d seen enough through her windows. She’d seen how all the mares were dressed now, and even her Mom wore a collar, just like all the others. Would she have to wear one? It seemed likely.

When she’d heard of what had happened to the Princesses, she’d lost all hope and withdrew into herself. If someponies as powerful as Celestia and Luna were beaten, what hope did she and her little family have? And now her parents were not only talking about running off to Celestia-knows where, but…but her Mom was going to do something bad to her if they couldn’t make it! She tightly squeezed her eyes shut as tears coursed down her cheeks. She didn’t want to die! Then another thought entered her head. Would…would it be so bad if she submitted to the invaders? They would…do…things to her, but at least she’d live! Then and there, Sweet Blossom started making plans of her own.

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Meadowsweet came back out to the living area. She was in a robe and slippers, one of the few modest things she still owned. Early on, a list had been tacked to their door explaining everything a female could and couldn’t wear. They’d joined their neighbors and threw most of her clothes into the big bonfire that first night, but they’d still kept some outfits that afforded her some semblance of dignity. So far, nopony and no Invader had been by to check on them, but she knew time was not on their side.

She watched her husband. Fine Print was still in the kitchen, making a list of everything they had, and it filled her heart to see him doing something about their situation. True, he wasn’t the most assertive of males, but they both were a good fit for each other. Now, he was also one of the few males that didn’t submit to the Caribou rules and mistreat her, not like she’d seen others doing. She’d had to act submissive to him whenever they went out, but he’d so far not allowed her to be used on the street by other males like so many other mares. The sights had filled her with rage, but there had been nothing she could do to help them without giving her family away. But then she realized that was probably a factor that had inadvertently added to their cover: there were so many willing mares she had been able to be overlooked. But she became sick whenever she remembered the ones that weren’t so willing.

There had been a mare living alone in her house a few doors down, a young unicorn named Botton Line, an accountant if she recalled. Meadowsweet and her husband had watched as she’d been dragged out of her house one night and stripped. She’d fought back with everything she had, but there were too many for her. They’d then beaten her and placed a black collar on her neck, while she cried out for help. But nopony had moved to do so. As they took her away and loaded her into a cage that had three other females in it, she’d cursed everypony around her for not coming to her aid. Eventually, they moved off, and Meadowsweet and her husband had slowly shut their door. But the memory still stung.

Meadowsweet sat down and cleared her throat. Fine Print turned and met her gaze, and forced a smile. “I’ve been thinking about what you said. I’d like to leave as soon as possible, but maybe we do need time to gather supplies. Plus,” she added, “maybe we can find out more about where to go. I’ve heard rumors about a resistance being formed. If we could find out more about that rumor, maybe we’ll have a better chance if it’s true.”

Fine Print nodded. “I’ll see what I can find out when I go get what we need. In fact, I’d better go now.” He then took on a more serious look.

“I’ve also been thinking.” He took a deep breath. “You should cut Blossom’s mane while I’m out. I’ll find her some male clothes to wear; maybe we can pass her off as our son if our neighbors don’t give us away.”

Meadowsweet looked worried. “Do you think they will?”

Fine Print shrugged. “They haven’t yet, but then most have been caught up in their own situations. We don’t have much choice.”

She still looked worried, and said, "Did you see what Wines did to his wife Melody? Right out in the street and what's worse, she looked like she was loving it! And they live right next door!" She threw up her hands and gripped her own face. "They can't be trusted!"

He went over to his wife and held her. "I know sweetie, I know...we don't know who we can trust." Here he gently took her hands down from her face and held it so she could meet his eyes. "But I promise you, we'll make it out of here." Then he stood. "I'd better go out and get a few things. Not so much as to arouse suspicion, but enough for now."

"Be careful, Finey." He smiled and bent down to kiss her.

"I'll be back before you know it." He then went to his daughter's door and knocked. "Honey? Daddy's going out, but I'll be right back."

There was no answer, so he gently knocked again. "Blossom? Are you alright?" When there was still no answer, he tried the doorknob. Seeing it unlocked he let himself into her room and stood there in shock. Her drawers were open, as was her closet and the window curtains swayed gently in the breeze. She was gone.

He ran to the window and looked out, wanting desperately to cry out her name, but feared to draw attention to himself. After looking up and down the street, he pulled back inside and shut the window. What was he going to say to his wife?! That problem was solved immediately.

"Where is she?" Fine Print turned around and saw his wife standing in the doorway, as white as a sheet, her voice unnaturally calm.

He went to her and held her shoulders. "We'll find her! We have to!"

But Meadowsweet stood there staring. "She's out there...she's being violated right now...our baby!"

Fine Print shook her. "Stop it! She couldn't have been gone long; we can still find her before something happens to her. Let's go!"

Meadowsweet looked down at herself and made a visible effort for control. "You...you're right, we have to go. But...I have to change, I can't go out like this." Quickly she turned and ran into their bedroom. After a few minutes, she came out wearing the revealing outfit she'd had on before, complete with collar. "Let's hurry!"

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The first thing they saw when they left their home was their neighbors, Wines and his wife Melody. He had her bent over the fence and was in the process of steadily pounding into her. He hadn't bothered to undress her, he'd simply pulled her skirt up and slid in, as she moaned and her eyes rolled up in her head. Wines looked up and saw Fine Print.

"Hey...hey...neighbor! Beau...beau...ti...ful...day, isn't...it?" he panted.

"Um...yes! Yes, it is! Excuse me." But Wines stopped him with his next words.

"You stay put. What...what's the hurry?" He grunted, "Hang on a second," as he gave a mighty thrust and unleashed his load inside his wife, as she also cried out. Spent, he pulled out and took a step back. Slapping his wife on her ass, he said, "Clean me up." She immediately turned around and began lapping the juices off his manhood, as Wines looked up again at Fine Print. "You don't seem to be taking the changes well, neighbor. What's wrong with you?" He looked down at his wife. "Not so loud! I'm talking here!" She mumbled, "yes, Master," as she slurped and moaned more quietly. Fine Print just barely kept the look of disgust off his face. Meadowsweet stood behind her husband and kept her eyes fastened to the ground.

"Look, I can't speak to you right now, I've got something I need to take care of. Excuse me!" Fine Print reached back and pulled his wife away as they started trotting.

"This isn't over, Fine Print!" Wines yelled after him.

Fine Print and his wife looked frantically around as they went, looking for any glimpse of their daughter's distinctive pink mane and coat. Though they didn't find her, they did see enough sights that filled them with dread at the thought of her seeing what they saw. All around them, ponies and Caribou were in the process of rutting in one form or another. All the mares seemed to be enjoying themselves as they were being taken orally, anally and vaginally, all but a few. Those few stood out in their black collars, as their masters either forced themselves on them or beat them then forced themselves on them. Fine Print felt the rage boiling inside him as he saw these particular acts being carried out, but there was nothing he could do without giving him and his family away. But the sight of ponies treating other ponies in such a way caused him to tighten his fists and clench his teeth in an effort to remain quiet.

Just as they were about to turn back and start searching in another section, Meadowsweet cried out. Fine Print turned to look at her, only to see her pointing off in the distance. He looked and saw his daughter talking to a Caribou, and his heart fell. Making their way quickly over to her he said, "There you are! We've been looking all over for you, sweetie!" trying to keep his voice normal.

The Caribou looked at him. "This is your daughter?"

"Yes, she...she must have gotten lost. Thank you for finding her; we'll be on our way." But he moved to block him.

"That's not what she said. She said she wants to be one of our slaves. Sell her to me."

Fine Print's eyes widened as he stared at Sweet Blossom. "She...said that?" Then he shook himself. "I'm sorry, she's not for sale."

The Caribou regarded him. After a moment he spoke and said, " If she were any older I wouldn't give you the choice. But don't let me see her again, or I might change my mind."

"Yes, sir," said Fine Print, as he hurried his family home. Luckily, his neighbor was nowhere in sight as they made it inside. Only when the door was shut did Fine Print turn on her and yell, "What were you thinking?!"

Sweet Blossom burst into tears and said, "I don't want to die, Daddy!"

Fine Print exchanged a look with his wife and said, "You're not going to die, sweetie. Where did you get that idea?"

"From you! I heard you and Mom talking! I'd rather let those monsters do whatever they want with me if I get to live!" she began crying even harder.

Fine Print was shocked into silence. He looked helplessly at his wife, who then went over to their daughter and held her close. "Nopony is going to hurt you, honey," she whispered. She then stepped back and held her face. "Your father and I are going to get you out of here."