Fall of Equestria: Choices

“May we come in, Mr. Apple?” Mac nodded and stepped back, knowing that their “asking” was a mere formality.

“What can I do for you two?”

The Caribou walked in and looked around. The first ones they saw were Applejack and Apple Bloom standing there, looking very worried. One of the Caribou smiled when he saw them.

“What lovely females you have here, Mr. Apple. Your sisters, I presume?”

Mac tried and failed to keep the scowl off his face. “You know they are.”

They turned and looked at him. “Tut, tut, Mr. Apple. We’re all friends here.” They both smiled. “May we sit down?” Mac nodded again. But when his sisters turned to leave, one of the Caribou said, “Not so fast, pretty fillies.” He motioned to his lap. Both females stared at them, then at their brother. Having no choice, he simply shrugged. They both sighed, then came forward, each seating themselves down on the Caribou. The magistrates smiled, and one took a healthy grab of Applejack’s tush. “Very soft…”

Mac ground his teeth and said, “What can I do for you both?”

But they seemed to be in no hurry. One ran his fingers through Apple Bloom’s mane and brought it to his nose, then inhaled deeply while she cast a pleading look at her brother. After a moment the magistrate looked up and said, “We’re on the trail of three fugitives, who killed a pony two days ago. Their tracks led them in this direction.” He stopped smelling Bloom’s mane and stared at Mac. “Do you know anything about them?”

Mac shook his head. “No.”

The one with Applejack brought his hand up slowly and gave her tit a squeeze. “Are you sure?” He squeezed tighter, causing her to cry out.

Mac balled his fists so hard the veins popped out of his arms. “I said, ‘no’ and I’ll thank you not to mistreat my females.”

The magistrate smiled and released Applejack. “Get up.” He pushed her off his lap while his companion did the same to Apple Bloom. Both magistrates then stood. One pointed to AJ. "Why is she still a black collar?"

Mac shook his head. "They're both red collars, or they will be. They've submitted to me."

The Caribou regarded him. "That's...quite convenient, Mr. Apple. You do know they'll both have to be tested?"

"Of course."

The one nodded. “Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Apple. We’ll be in touch.” They both smiled one last time, then let themselves out.

Mac breathed a sigh of relief after they’d gone. Applejack held her breast as she said, “Do you think they believed you?”

Mac leaned against the door and took his own time before answering. “I just don’t know. I hope so.” Then he slammed his fist into the wall, causing that part of the house to shake from the blow. “Murderers?!? If I had known that, I would never have helped that stallion! Curse them!”

“What stallion? What are you talking about?” asked Apple Bloom.

He exchanged glances with Applejack, then said, “It’s nothing for you to worry about, Bloom.”

But she stomped her hoof. “Tell me! I’m not a baby! I deserve to know what’s going on!”

Mac started to speak again, but Applejack held up a hand. “She’s right, Mac. I’ll tell her. Apple Bloom, come with me.”

He watched them as they left, then sat down at the table with his head in his hands for some minutes. What else could go wrong? As if in answer to his thought, he heard what sounded like a faint scream.

“What was that?” He then flung the door open and ran outside.

The noise was coming from the east field, so he ran there as quickly as he could. There, both Caribou had selected a mare each and were in the process of rutting them. One of the mares was Octavia, and she’d been forced to her knees and was being pounded from behind. The Caribou looked up when Mac arrived.

“Ah, Mr…Apple!” one panted. “We hope you don’t mind, but we couldn’t help notice these females hadn’t been serviced. It’s…no…problem!” he yelled as he unloaded himself into the mare. The other finished with Derpy a few moments later, but unlike Octavia, she was more than happy to finally get some male attention.

“Do me next, Master!” cried Screw Loose as she leaned against her harness. The Caribou stood and buttoned up their trousers, each ignoring the desperate mare. Octavia lay where she was and sobbed, while the Caribou’s seed leaked out of her.

Mac’s face was red as he said, “You should have asked me first.”

The one who had ravished Octavia looked up at him and said, “As I mentioned, we didn’t think you’d mind. You obviously have your hands full with all these mares. Besides, when does a male need permission to fuck a female?”

“They’re under my care. I get to say who fucks them.”

The Caribou raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that a bit selfish, Mr. Apple? You have more than enough females to go around, surely you wouldn’t begrudge one or two of them?” He turned and looked down at Octavia. “That black collar needed discipline. She actually fought me before I got her down.” He looked back up at Mac. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’ve been coddling these mares.” He stepped closer to Mac. “A male that sympathizes with females is not to be trusted, Mr. Apple.”

Mac swallowed. “I…I’ve just been busy. I don’t coddle them.”

“Good! I’d hate to have to put that in my report. Dire things could then happen, Mr. Apple.” He frowned. “Dire. Things.” He patted Mac on his shoulder as he and his companion finally left the farm.

“Come back, Masters!” cried Screw Loose. “This mare didn’t get her turn!”

“Be quiet!” hissed Mac. He watched the two Caribou until they were out of sight, then went to Octavia and reached out to her shoulder, but she slapped his hand angrily away.

“Don’t touch me!”

He drew his hand back and stood up, while she glared at him from her position on the ground. “Mare…you have to submit. They’ll do worse to you if you don’t.”

“Never!” she spat. “I’ll never submit to them! Or to you! They’ll have to kill me first!”

Mac’s face grew dark. Then he unhooked her from the plow, reached down, grabbed her by her shoulders and hoisted her off her hooves. He then slammed her against the freshly-tilled soft ground, but hard enough to knock the wind out of her. She gasped and stared up at him.

Mac put his face down so close to hers their noses were touching as he shouted, “Listen to me! They won’t kill you, they’ll blank you! Do you know what that means? Do you?!?”

Her eyes were wide as she frantically shook her head, not daring to speak even if she could.

He jabbed her in the forehead with a finger as he yelled, “They take your mind and empty it, empty it of everything that makes you you! Then, you’ll be molded into whatever pet your master wants you to be, and you’ll have no will of your own! None! Is that what you want?!?”

Again, she couldn’t speak, she could only stare at him and repeat her gesture. Mac released her and stood up. He scowled down at her while she tried to catch her breath and looked up at him with frightened eyes. Then, speaking in a low voice, he said, “Back to the barn. Now.”

The mare crawled away as quickly as she could, stumbled to her hooves and ran. Mac watched her, then went to the two purple collars and unhooked them from the plow. “Walk.” They both meekly went in front of him, not saying a word.

Once they made it to the barn, he looked around for Octavia. He found her huddled in her cage as far away from him as she could get. He then removed the restraints from Derpy and Screw Loose and directed them to their cages. They both ran to theirs and crawled in, then turned and looked out at him.

Mac went to Octavia’s cage and locked her in. He stared at her for a few moments, then he spoke.

“You are not only a danger to yourself, you’re a danger to me and my family.” His face twisted with rage. “NO ONE threatens my family. Understand?”

The mare quickly nodded. He stared at her for a few more moments, then stood, walked over to the two purple collars and locked their cages. Then he left the barn. As he went, he could hear her begin to quietly weep, but he kept silent and continued walking.

**********

Fine sat with his family and watched the big bonfire in front of their tent. Besides Dusty, none of the other ponies seemed much interested in talking to him or his own. Fine supposed that was just because they were new, but also from the reception they’d gotten from Brand. Fine sighed; they were all safe for now, that was all that mattered.

Blossom sat next to her mother and kept glancing in the direction of Brand’s tent. Her mother noticed and said, “Don’t worry about him, sweetie. I won’t let him talk to you like that again.”

Blossom smiled. “It’s alright. He wasn’t lying.”

Both her parents went cold. “What do you mean?” asked her father. He tried not to notice, but her nipples were perking out of her tight blouse, which made him very uncomfortable.

She sighed and said in a low voice, “…about my cravings.”

Her parents were silent as they first stared at her, then over her head to each other. Fine looked away and thought. It seems the Caribou magic was still affecting his daughter…and in that case, could she be trusted? Maybe the big stallion was right about her? But then he scowled. It didn’t matter. She was still his daughter, and he would still do whatever he could to protect her.

Even if she didn’t want his protection.

Meadow likewise kept her thoughts to herself. She hadn’t had sex in two days, and she was starting to feel the lack. She wondered if she was being affected herself, and the thought caused her heart to race. What should she do? Her daughter, her baby was clearly under the Caribou influence, as much as it pained her to admit. Why should she herself be immune? And what could she do about it?

She looked over at her husband once more. Before all this happened, they’d enjoyed some rather adventurous times in the bedroom. Fine wasn’t that much to look at, but that’s not why she’d married him. So it was a delightful surprise to discover he could be quite kinky, despite his dour exterior. And she missed those times.

“Alright,” she finally said. “Come with me, Blossom. It’s time we had a private talk.” She got to her hooves and held her hand out to her daughter.

“Where are we going?” she asked as she allowed her mother to help her up.

She answered as much for her as for her husband, who was frowning up at them both. “Just a little ways past the cave, where we can be alone.” She smiled reassuringly at Fine. “We won’t be gone long.” He hesitated, then nodded. Meadow kept her daughter by the hand and led her away.

Once they’d gone some distance, Meadow sighed and turned to her. “Alright. Tell me how you’re feeling.”

Blossom couldn’t meet her mother’s eyes. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”

“No. No, I don’t, but I have to.”

Blossom sighed herself and said, “I…need a stallion, mother! I need to feel one fill me up, I need to suck his—” Meadow cut her off.

“Okay! I get it!” She turned away and placed a hand on her forehead to buy herself some time. Finally, she said, “Those feelings aren’t unnatural themselves. I’m just worried about the intensity.”

Blossom frowned at her mother’s back. “You think I’m a slut.”

She spun around. “No! I think you’ve been adversely affected by those filthy Caribou; it’s not your fault.”

“But what can I do about it?”

Meadow took her by the hands and looked her in the eyes. “Blossom, we all crave sex, It’s the most wonderful thing in the world when done right. Even your father and I love it.”

“Eww, gross Mom!” She tried to pull away, but Meadow held her firmly.

“I’m going to tell you a secret. Your father wasn’t my first…or my second. Before I met him and we got married, I was…quite...popular...with the stallions in school.”

Blossom’s eyes grew wide. “You?!”

Meadow nodded. “Yes, me. My three friends and I were the Blowjob Queens. I could make a stallion cum in under a minute. I am quite good at it.” She gripped her hands tighter. “So I know how you’re feeling.”

"Why'd you do it?"

Meadow shrugged. "For fun. I loved making them moan, feel them buck their hips and thrust their cocks down my throat. And then fill my mouth with their tasty cum while I swallowed every drop." Meadow closed her eyes and sighed at the memory.

Blossom stared at her mother. “Does Dad know that about you?”

She impishly smiled. “Oh, he knows how good I am at sucking his cock. But your father and I met when I moved to Ponyville from Las Pegasus my junior year. I never told him about my reputation in my previous school, and he’s never asked.”

Blossom gently pulled her hands away and thought. Then she said, “So you do know.”

She nodded. “Yes, I do. So the question is like you said: what are we going to do about it?”

Blossom smiled. “I suppose finding a hot stallion tonight is out of the question?”

Meadow made an effort for her daughter’s sake, but the question still made her uneasy. “If…if we were at home, and the Caribou weren’t here, I’d say go out on a date and do what you want, so long as you didn’t get pregnant. But there are no stallions available out here, besides your father.” She stared at her. “And he’s mine.”

“Mom! How could you think that?!?”

But Meadow still looked at her. “Just establishing my territory. I don’t know the extent the Caribou have changed you, but I don’t want there to be any problems between us.”

Blossom shuddered. “You don’t have to worry about that!”

But a seed had now been planted in her mind.

**********

Fine anxiously kept watching in the direction his wife and daughter had gone. They’d been away long enough; what could they be talking about? They’d all been acting strangely since the Fall, and he doubted he would ever have done anything with Melody otherwise. But then he berated himself. He’d wanted to do that for a long time, ever since he’d first laid eyes on her. So it was foolish and disingenuous to blame it all on the Caribou. But now his daughter was being changed by their magic, and he didn’t know what to do. Maybe others would know.

He got up, brushed off the seat of his trousers, and made his way over to another tent. There, a pony couple was sitting, staring into the fire as he had been. They looked up when they saw him approaching.

“Good evening,” said Fine.

“Evening,” said the stallion. His partner remained silent.

“Can I talk to you two for a moment?”

The stallion shrugged. “Sure, have a seat.”

Fine sat down on the ground in front of them and sighed. Then he said, “How long have you two been here?”

The stallion said, “My wife and I got out right after all this started. What’s happening in Ponyville now?”

Fine shook his head. “Are you sure you want to know? It’s not a happy tale.”

His wife finally spoke up. “Tell us.”

Fine pursed his lips and sighed again. “It’s bad. All mares are being rounded up and forced into slavery. If they’re unicorn or pegasi, their horns are cut off or their wings are shrouded so they can’t fly. My family and I got out before our daughter could be raped, as has happened to every mare I’ve seen. The Caribou are without mercy.”

The couple exchanged worried looks. “Are they doing that to fillies as well?” the wife asked.

Fine shook his head. “I don’t know. We kept our daughter at home and hidden all this time, so I don’t have a concrete answer. But from what I’ve seen, I wouldn’t doubt it.”

The wife gripped her husband and tightly shut her eyes, while he held her and glared at Fine.

“Is…is something wrong?” he asked.

The husband said, “We have three school-age nieces that are still in town. I tried to get my brother to come with us, but all he would do is promise not to tell the Caribou my wife and I were trying to escape. I…I think he likes the changes.”

He wouldn’t be the only one, Fine thought to himself but didn’t say. Instead, he said, “I’m sorry if I upset you. But, you did ask.”

The stallion shrugged. “You’re right: we did. It’s just hard to hear.”

“I understand. But I came over to ask you if you know of any way to counter the Caribou magic? My daughter has been changed by it, and I don’t know what to do.”

The stallion narrowed his eyes. “How has she been changed?”

Fine noticed the gesture and balled his fists. “She’s not a threat if that’s what you’re thinking. My wife and I will keep our eyes on her.”

But the stallion didn’t seem to be satisfied with this answer. “I think Brand was right: you all are a danger to us.” He stood up. “Maybe you’d better leave.”

Fine stood as well and backed away. “I’m sorry you feel that way. But I promise you, we just want help, and to help.”

The stallion regarded him. Finally, he said, “I’m going to be watching you. Very closely.”

Fine took two steps back, then turned away. Were all the ponies going to treat him like this? He made his way back to his tent, just as his wife and daughter were returning.

“How’d it go?” he asked them.

Meadow looked up at him. “Your daughter needs a stallion.”

Fine sighed. “I knew this day would come. I just didn’t expect it so soon.”

Just as Meadow was about to speak, there was a commotion at the front of the cave. Fine and she exchanged glances, then followed the rest of the ponies to the disturbance.

There, surrounded by the Resistance guards, was Pinkie Pie.