Fall of Equestria: Choices

The Resistance guards’ heads all snapped up to Pinkie.

“You’ve betrayed us, you bitch!”

Pinkie’s hands flew to her face.“No! No, I didn’t! I swear!”

“You lying—” one guard began, but he was cut off by the Caribou.

“That’s enough. The stupid mare couldn’t help herself. Watch.” He pulled out his cock. “Suck.”

Immediately Pinkie crawled over to the Caribou and took his member into her mouth, eagerly slurping and swallowing. He moaned as she paid close attention to his balls, then deep-throated him again and again. Her ass waved back and forth as she raised her tail and winked her pussy, in hopes that one of the males would take her up on her offer. The pony guards sullenly watched her as they finished putting their clothes back on.

“S-see?” said the one Caribou getting all the attention. “She’s a complete slut who will do anything for cock.” He groaned as he unleashed his load into her throat. “E…even lead us to find you all.” He finished then knocked her away, while Pinkie fell onto her side and ran her tongue around her own mouth, trying to get every drop of sperm.

“Now then,” said the Caribou as he hitched his pants back up, “start walking back to town. You’re going to be the first to let us know everything we need to know.”

“Nooo!!” screamed one of the pony guards, who then leaped over Pinkie and lunged for the Caribou who was still adjusting his trousers. Taking advantage of the situation, the pony grabbed him around the throat and knocked him to the ground. Startled, the other two hesitated only a moment before reaching for their swords, but it was their undoing. The other two pony guards snatched up their spears and dove on the Caribou. One was impaled immediately, while the other managed to free his sword and swung at his assailant as fast as he could. Desperation gave the pony guard speed as he deflected the strike with his spear then swung the base around, knocking the Caribou a telling blow against his head, staggering him.

“You filthy ponies—” he began but was all he could get out before he himself was impaled. The pony then wrenched his spear free, spraying blood over the area. A great amount fell on Pinkie, who seemed not to notice.They then turned their attention to the others who were still grappling on the ground. The pony grit his teeth and put all his strength into his arms as he throttled the Caribou. “This…this…is for my…wife…you…monster!!” screamed the pony as his enemy’s eyes began to roll up in his head. The Caribou gurgled, then got weaker and weaker until at last, he fell limp. But still, the pony strained and kept squeezing until one of his companions touched his arm.

“He’s dead, Trip. You can let go…”

Trip slowly released his foe and panted as he sat back. The others looked around. The remaining Caribou were slowly dying. Pinkie lay where she’d fallen, eyes closed and still moaning over the taste of cum.

As Trip got to his hooves, he looked down at the mare, then asked his companions, “What should we do with her?”

He then knelt and touched her on her shoulder. Pinkie startled and opened her eyes, then sat up and looked at the blood covering herself, then around at the dead and dying Caribou.

"You...you killed them." She looked up at the Resistance guards with shining eyes. "Thank you..." She then got to her knees. "Can I reward you all again?"

Trip sadly shook his head, then looked around at his companions. “We have to take her with us.”

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Brand looked up and froze for a few seconds, then started yelling.

“What the hell is she doing back here?!”

One of the guards put up his hands. “We didn’t have a choice, Brand.” He then told him everything that happened, while Pinkie stood there staring at the ground.

“Pinkie.”

She startled and looked up at him.

“Are you alright?”

She stared at him for a moment, blood still caking her face, then slowly shook her head. Brand turned to his guards. “Find her some clothes.”

As she was being led away by two of the mares, she suddenly came to herself and said, “Wait! Mr. Cake! We have to help him!”

But Brand shook his head. “From what I was told, he betrayed you and us. There’s no help for him.”

“I’m sure he only did it to protect his wife and children! We can’t just leave him!”

Brand walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Speaking in a soft voice, he said, “I know he was your friend. But we have to get out of here and protect ourselves.” He stepped back. “Besides, the Caribou now consider him an ally. They’re all safe with them, or as safe as they can be.”

Pinkie looked up at him while tears began to form. “But…but he’s my friend…”

Brand stared at her. Then he said, “Stay alive for your friend, Pinkie. You’ll see him again.” He turned away and continued directing the ponies to get packed.

One of the mares with her said, “Come along, hon. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

They directed her to a nearby stream, and after handing her some soap and a towel they left to find her some clothes. Which wouldn’t be easy. One look at her and both mares realized they would never find a bra big enough, so they scrounged what they could from other females.

Meanwhile, Pinkie scrubbed every place she could reach, trying to get clean. She was still a bit shaken over what had happened to those soldiers, but her body’s needs were starting to reassert themselves. That, and she could tell she was being watched by at least two males as she washed, as she could hear them murmuring as they hid.

She smiled, ducked her head under the water, then stood and flipped her wet mane behind her back. Her breasts were now wet and glistening in the early morning light. She turned in their direction, then arched her back while running her fingers through her mane. “Come on out, Masters. This mare knows you’re there.”

Just as she’d suspected, two stallions came out from behind some bushes and stared hungrily at her. The sun broke the horizon and cast its golden light over the scene. Pinkie slowly made her way out of the stream towards the two. She licked her lips and ran her hands up both their crotches once she was close enough. “You’re both so big…” she whispered. “This mare hopes you have lots of sperm for her. She’s starving!”

They both quickly undid their trousers and pushed them down, while she moaned and fell to her knees. Gripping them both, she first licked one, then the other. She wrapped her lips around the one on her right, and slowly took him into her throat while stroking the other. Once she got the first one wet and sopping, she stroked him while shifting to the other one and swallowing his cock. He began to buck his hips and reached up to bury his hands in her mane. He shoved himself down her throat as he cried out and unleashed his load into her hot, wet mouth. Pinkie closed her eyes and swallowed every drop, even sucking harder to get the last morsel of jizz.

She now turned her full attention to the other one. She stared up at him while she took her time running her tongue around his head, then swallowed him again. Soon, he too began moaning and pumping in and out of her throat. She fondled his balls while allowing him to have his way with her until he exploded. His was an even bigger load, much to Pinkie’s delight, and she pulled back and let him fill her mouth until her cheeks were bulging.

“Mmmmm…” she moaned as she took her time swallowing. Finally, her mouth was clear and she stuck her tongue out to show she was a good girl and had finished his entire load. “I hope the Masters aren’t satisfied,” she whispered. She lay on her back and spread her legs, “…because I’m not.”

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The two mares that had been helping Pinkie stopped when they saw what was going on. They looked at each other, then dropped the clothes and went to find Brand.

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Fine cinched the bags shut as the last of their gear was contained. By now, the story had spread throughout the camp of the guard’s actions and the dire implications. Nopony seemed to have a clue where to go or what to do, other than they all needed to get moving.

Fine looked down at his wife. After helping their daughter with her bags, she’d sat down and hugged herself, and started rocking. He knelt beside her and took her hand.

“It will be alright, love.”

She allowed him to take her hand, but she didn’t look reassured. “No. No, it won’t be.”

She turned her face up to him. “They killed some Caribou! They’ll be after our blood now, and not just capture.”

He squeezed her hand and began to reply, but then he just kept silent and looked around the camp. There were only about twenty ponies here, not counting the guards. What could such small numbers do when the Caribou decided to come in force? Their only hope was escape. But to where?

Then his face hardened. “Look at me.” Her eyes grew wide as she stared at him. She’d never heard him sound like this before. Taking her hand in both of his he said, “We’re going to get out of this. We’re going to survive. And I will kill anyone that gets in our way.”

She stared at him, searching his face, then got up and threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply. Breaking the kiss after a few moments, she whispered, “We’ll get out of this together, love.”

He looked up at his daughter, who had been watching them with an odd expression on her face. “Something wrong, sweetie?”

Blossom sighed and turned away. “No, Dad. Everything’s fine.”

Meadow shook her head as Fine turned to her. “Is this what you two were talking about before?”

Meadow glanced up at him and said, “Yes. And I don’t think you really want to know about it.”

Just as Fine was about to go ahead and inquire further, they all noticed two mares run into the camp and make a beeline for Brand’s tent. He came out, listened to them, scowled, and rushed out of the camp. Fine looked around at his family, then followed Brand.

They all soon came to the stream, where they saw Pinkie “servicing” two stallions at once. Brand started yelling, and the two stallions got up and hastily pulled their pants up as their faces were flaming. Pinkie, on the other hand, sat up and slowly licked her fingers. By straining his ears, Fine could just make out her whispering, “I couldn’t help it. I just love stallions.” But Brand was easy to hear.

“Pinkie! I can’t have you distracting my soldiers! Rein it in, for Celestia’s sake!”

Pinkie looked up at him and smiled. “They didn’t seem to mind…” she purred.

Brand threw up his hands and made an exasperated noise. Turning to the still waiting males, he said, “You two! Stay away from her! We have to get out of here, now! Back to your duties!”

They mumbled “Yes, sir,” then walked off. One, however, looked back at Pinkie, and she smiled and gave him a little wave. He blushed and turned away. From the expression on his face, Fine guessed that Brand’s last order to stay away from Pinkie was not going to be easy for him. Brand huffed, then turned and left, leaving Pinkie with the two mares, who each showed a reluctance to approach the sultry female.

Finally, they picked up the clothes they’d brought for her, dropped them beside her and then left.