Fall of Equestria: Choices

Some days later found Applejack perched on her bed, a coffee in hand as she stared out the window. She reached up to her neck and fingered her new collar. She tried to remember how she got it, but the past few days' memories were a blur. She must've truly impressed the Caribou somehow, but that would mean she'd fully degraded herself, something she'd sworn she'd never do. Add to this the fact she was very sore, in all her lady parts. So what had happened? What had she done?

Mac had been unusually silent whenever she'd come into a room, more so than his normal taciturn ways. She guessed he probably knew more about the situation than she did, but she couldn't bring herself to ask him. She also frowned when she thought of her little sister, who was practically bouncing off the walls, so happy she seemed to be wearing her new collar. She had finally asked her about that night, but she couldn't tell her anything, as she said she'd been sent off before her ordeal had begun. So she was left with questions.

She grimaced as she took a sip from her cup. The coffee had gone cold while she'd been sitting there, something she hated. She was about to open the window to toss it out when she saw Big Mac come from around the side of the barn, She stopped and stared at him, as anger welled up inside her. He knows! Somehow, she knew he was behind whatever had happened. All had depended on the two of them becoming red collars, and somehow, that had come to pass, and she couldn't remember the details. She set her jaw and marched downstairs.

Big Mac could feel her presence approaching behind him as he stood facing the barn. He sighed and dropped the bucket of apples he was carrying just as she yelled, "Mac! Ah wanna talk to you!" He slowly turned to face her. There she was, angrier than he'd ever seen her, standing with her arms crossed. "What. Happened?!" He decided a few days ago he'd tell her the truth when she finally asked him, so he squared his shoulders and began.

"Everythin', I mean everythin', depended on you passin' those bastards' test. So I went into town and bought a potion. I slipped it into the cider I gave you, and for an hour or more, it made you into somethin' you ain't." He spread his hands. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I had to do it." Applejack uncrossed her arms and stood there with her teeth and fists clenched. The silence drew on as she glared at him, then she dropped her shoulders and sighed.

"Ah...ah understand why yah did it. Ah woulda never have passed that damn test otherwise. But...Ah ain't never gonna ferget it." She turned and walked away. Mac watched her rump jiggle as she stomped away, and felt a familiar stirring in his loins. Then he shook himself and went back to work.

Zecora dutifully swallowed, keeping the look of disgust off her face only with a Herculean effort, and dropped her gaze. Dainn smiled down at her as he redid his zipper. "That wasn't bad, bitch. You're not as good as Celestia, but you'll do for now." She kept silent, knowing she'd probably get punished again if she spoke out of turn, without permission. But inside, she roiled with rage and vowed she'd make them all pay. Every. Single. One of them. Dainn looked up at his subordinates and said, "Lock her in her cage." He smiled down at her again and added, "She's earned some flavored kibble, this time. See to it."

She remained silent as one of them came forward and locked a leash to her collar, then turned and began walking. She hurried behind him on all fours, trying to keep up. Her knees immediately screamed in pain, but again, she forced herself not to speak or give them any indication she was in distress. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction. Once they arrived at the cages, her collar was unlocked and she crawled in, lay on her side and hugged her knees to her considerable chest. Her back still bore the pain of that first whipping, even though medicine had been grudgingly applied. She looked up as she heard bowls of food and some water being placed where she could reach them, but she wasn't hungry. She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep. While she lay there in the darkness, she heard her jailors bring in another mare, and lock her into the cage to her right. Some time went by as Zecora lay there, seething. Then she heard sniffing, and then the new mare quietly asked, "Are...are you going to eat that?" Zecora got to her knees, reached through the bars and slid it over to the mare. "Thank you," said she, as she began wolfing down the kibble.

Zecora recognized the voice and stared at the mare. "Fluttershy?"

Applejack scowled down at the pancakes she was making, still not ready to speak to Mac or have anything to do with him. She noted with bitterness her role in pleasing him was happily taken up by their little sister, who was positively glowing as she came down the stairs. Applejack also noted she was somewhat bowlegged these past few days. He must be really plowin' her she thought with more bitterness. That should be me.

"Mornin' AJ!" she brightly called. "Ain't it just the most perfect day?" Applejack turned her back to her and busied herself with making breakfast. The silence finally got through to Apple Bloom.

"Applejack, you know Mac didn't mean you no harm. He had to."

Without turning around she said, "He told you what he did?"

She nodded and said, "He told me last night." She placed a hand on her sister's shoulder and said, "Please look at me, sis." Applejack sighed and turned to her. "He's really sorry, AJ. You should see how sad he is, honest! Ah'm doin' mah best to distract him and make him happy, but he needs to hear it from you."

Applejack frowned and said, "Just what am Ah supposed to do, Apple Bloom? Ah completely degraded mahself to those Caribou, Ah cain't even remember all Ah did, and it's all his fault! Do you have any idea how Ah feel about that?" Apple Bloom's eyes fell to the floor.

"No, sis. Ah don't." Here she raised her gaze and looked her sister full in the face. "But Ah know we're family. That's all that matters." Then she reached up and took her sister's face in her hands. "Tell me the truth, Applejack: would you a passed that test otherwise?"

Applejack reached up to take her hands away, but after a moment she placed hers gently over Apple Bloom's own and said, "No. No Ah wouldn't have, and we'd be the property of some Caribou now, and the farm gone." She gasped and took a step back. "Ah gotta go!" Without waiting for a response from her sister she ran outside and searched until she found her brother. He saw her coming from the distance and simply waited. She slowly walked up to him, and then to the surprise of both of them, enfolded him in a tender hug. She leaned up and whispered in his ear, "Thank you, big brother."

The other mare's unwashed scent hit Zecora's nostrils, but she didn't say anything about it. After a few minutes, Fluttershy finished eating and quietly asked, "Can I have some water?" The shaman wordlessly slid that bowl over to her as well, which the yellow mare quickly brought to her lips and emptied it in great gulps. All was silent, except for the sound of other prisoners shifting in their cages, trying to lose themselves in dreams. Finally, Zecora could take it no more.

"Fluttershy. My friend. What has brought you to this end?" At first, she thought she wasn't going to answer, but after a full minute, she began.

"I...I hid out in the Everfree when everything started. At first, it was alright. My animals protected me and warned me whenever a patrol would show up, but it didn't last. I ate roots and berries whenever I could find them, but those soon ran out. I wasn't the only one eating them. I ran into other mares who were in hiding, and for a time we tried to take care of each other. But one by one we were either caught or some mare would be affected by the Caribou magic and give herself up willingly, just to be with a male. I felt it too and tried to stay strong, but every day I got weaker. Then the food ran out, and I couldn't find anything other than grass for weeks. I didn't dare go near any water sources, for those were the most watched.

"This morning I got careless from hunger and was caught. My bear, Harry, tried to protect me, but I think they...they killed him. After that, I gave up. I couldn't let any more of my animals die for me." Here she gave a little moan as she shifted to a better position. "They beat me once they had me, and brought me here."

"I am so sorry, my friend."

Though Zecora couldn't see it, Fluttershy shrugged and said, "At least I'll get to eat. What are they going to do to us?"

The shaman briefly considered lying but decided it would be far less cruel to be brutally honest. "You're going to lick them until they're hard as rocks. Then, you'll have to suck their cocks. To start." She sighed and added, "You'll have to fuck against your will. Otherwise, it's you they'll kill."

Fluttershy was silent at this, but whispered, just low enough for the shaman to hear, "It's just as I'd heard. But," and here her voice grew rough with rage, "they will have to kill me first."

Zecora grew alarmed at this and urgently said, "To kill you is not their only crime, If you resist, they'll blank your mind!"

"What does that mean, 'blank my mind?'"

The thought of the shy pegasus being killed or worse made her forget to rhyme for a moment, so much she needed to impress her of the danger. "Your mind will be wiped clean, your personality and will gone. Then, your master will mold you into whatever shape he desires." Here she paused and added, "It's worse than being a purple collar." Fluttershy was silent at this news, and the silence stretched on for minutes. After a time, Zecora said, "I wish I could help you, Fluttershy. To see you here, I'd rather die."

Fluttershy shifted again, and asked, "What's a purple collar?"

Zecora grit her teeth and growled, "A mare that is totally consumed by sex. To be blanked is all that's next."

She heard the pegasus sigh, then clear her throat.

"It doesn't look like we have many choices. I...I still think death is the only option."

"Fluttershy!"

She turned on her. "You heard me! I won't be raped, or suck a cock, or anything they want to do to me. I won't!!" Then she burst into tears. Zecora let her cry, then absently reached through the bars to gently pat her back, and stopped when she felt the wing shrouds. Fluttershy stiffened and pulled away. "They did that to my wings after they beat me. I can't get them off." Zecora struggled for something comforting to say.

"At least...at least you still have them. I've seen mares with theirs removed." Then she added, "Fluttershy, please reconsider. I know it's degrading and filthy, but doing what they want is better than dying. I promise I'll get us out of here, just please please don't make them kill you!" All of a sudden a lantern burned brightly as two Caribou came into the room. Both the mares shielded their eyes from the glare, as the Caribou stopped at their cages.

One reached down and unlocked Fluttershy's cage. "Come on out. We have some questions for you, cumbucket." But Fluttershy only stared at them and didn't move. "I said come out!" The male reached into the cage and dragged her out by a shapely leg, then grabbed her by her filthy mane and snapped a leash to her black collar.

As they dragged her off, Zecora yelled, "Remember my promise, Fluttershy! I promised!"

"Shut it, bitch!" said one of the males. "Once we're done with her, we're coming back for you. So get ready!"

Big Mac returned the hug with just as much emotion. It had been torture for him to have done what he did, thinking she'd never forgiven him. Then all of a sudden her hands lowered and she took firm hold of his ass. She leaned up on her tiphooves and whispered, "I'll see you tonight, big brother." She then nipped at his ear and walked off, smiling. Mac sighed and watched her go, then went back to work. His expression darkened when he got to the barn where his mares were housed, as all of them had become increasingly restless, especially the black and purple collars, after the Caribou's exhibition with Applejack. The black collars had become more defiant and willful, and the purple more desperate. As he stood in the barn listening to all of their cries, he came to a decision: he was going to need some help. He placed the harnesses he had back on their posts and walked out of the barn, heading straight to town. As he walked, he thought hard about what he had to do. There were many stallions in town who were single, but few who didn't have a couple of mares of their own. He would have to make it worth their while to come..."service"...his mares.

The first stop was Caramel's house. He knocked on the door and waited. Soon, the door was opened by a barely-clad mare on her knees. He recognized her as Bon Bon, the candymaker, but he doubted she was still doing that now. "Yes, Master?"

"I'm here to see Caramel, mare." She nodded and shuffled backward, opening the door wider.

"Please come in. This slut will get him." He noticed she was wearing a red collar, which surprised him, as he knew she'd been in a relationship with Lyra before the Fall. He also knew Caramel was one of those quite happy with the new conditions, as he'd been mostly unsuccessful with dates before. He looked around while he waited. The place was spotless, no doubt due to the presence of a female he could boss around. He'd been in Caramel's house one other time when a few stallions had decided to have Poker Night at his place. It was not an experience he wanted to repeat, for Caramel had been a bachelor in every sense of the word, and his home had shown it. There had been pizza boxes everywhere, the sink had been full of dishes, and the bathroom had been barely tolerable. Now, everything shone. Yes, it looked like the stallion was thoroughly enjoying his new status. While he mused, Caramel entered the room, looking very sweaty.

"Big Mac! What a nice surprise! What brings you here?"

Mac turned and looked at him, noting his state, then said, "I have a problem with some of my mares."

"Really? Well, come on in and have a seat. Tell me all about it," he said as he took the best chair. That's when Mac saw the other mare, Lyra, kneeling on his right. She was clad in a plaid microskirt, thigh-high white stockings, and little else. Caramel turned to her and said, "Sit on his lap, slut." She immediately got up and sat her pantyless bottom on Big Mac's lap, before he could protest. While she still had her cutiemark, which he could plainly see, she was missing her horn. But her collar was red, and she smiled back at him while she wiggled her rump.

Mac's face grew flushed and he said, "I really didn't come here for this. I need your help." But Caramel held up a hand.

"Pleasure first, then business! I wouldn't be a proper host if I didn't offer you my best."

"...that's not necessary..." Mac began, but the other stallion cut him off.

"I insist! Suck his cock, slut." The mare slid off his lap and began undoing his jeans. Mac sighed, then helped her take them down, exposing his member. She gasped when she saw it, but knew not to make any comparisons in front of Caramel. But it was the biggest she had ever seen. Her tongue went to work, getting him stiff and almost half again the thickness it was before. How was she going to tame this beast?! She took a deep breath and began throating him as best she could, but could only manage half of it. While this was going on, Mac looked up and saw Caramel was getting the same treatment from Bon Bon, on her knees with her pert bottom pointed right at Mac. Her tail was flagged high over her back, exposing her pink, wet folds and her cute ponut, as she bobbed up and down on Caramel.

Then he breathed, "That's enough. Have seat, sluts." Bon Bon immediately got up and slid down, but Lyra hesitated. She wasn't a very large mare, and besides Caramel and a few Caribou, she hadn't been with many males, and she'd never been with one Mac's size.

Mac noted her hesitation and whispered, "Are you alright?" She gasped when she heard this, for no other male since the Fall had ever voiced concern for her, so she barely shook her head 'no,' hoping it wasn't a cruel trick. "Sit down on my legs and pretend," he whispered. So she sat forward of his dick, then began bouncing up and down and moaning. After a few moments, Mac gave a cry and said, "That was great, slut."

"Thank you, Master," Lyra whispered as she seated herself on the floor next to him. Caramel cried out as he shot his load, then pushed Bon Bon off him.

"Go get us some beers, bitch." He looked at Mac, who was pulling his jeans up. "You finished quickly. How was she?"

Mac looked down at her, then turned and smiled at him and said, "Best I've had in a while." Caramel smiled back at him, none the wiser.

"Now, you had something you wanted to ask me?" Before Mac could answer, Bon Bon returned with the beers and two chilled mugs. She gave one set to Caramel, then to Mac, then fell to her knees beside Lyra. Caramel took a long pull of his drink, then said, "That will be all for now. You two go clean something."

"Yes, Master," they both said at once, then bounced out of the room, hand in hand.

Mac watched them go, then said, "Weren't those two a couple, before all this?"

Caramel smiled and answered, "Yeah, that's why I got the set." He took another drink. "They're fun to experiment on and eager to please."

"I don't suppose they have much choice."

"No! That's what makes it so much fun!" Mac's face darkened at this, but he hid it behind his beer mug. He focused on the task at hand.

"I need you to come service my mares. I have two purple collars and four black ones."

Caramel considered. "I've never had a purple collar. I hear they're really wild." He paused, thinking. Finally, he said, "Will it just be me?"

Mac shook his head. "I have other stallions to ask, but for reasons of my own, I don't want any Caribou. This is just between us ponies." Caramel nodded.

"I get you. I like how things are now, but I don't like those Caribou." Mac smiled, but still felt he had to sweeten the deal.

"I can also pay you. How's a hundred bits for a few hours' work sound?"

Caramel slapped his chair arm. "Sold, count me in! Where are we going to do this, you going to bring a few here, or will it be at your place?"

Mac paused. He hadn't considered the logistics of what he was asking, so he said, "My place if you don't mind doing it out in the barn."

"In the barn?! No thanks, I'd rather have them in a bed, if it's all the same to you."

Mac nodded. "I'm sure we can work something out. Meet me there tomorrow at noon."

Caramel grinned sheepishly. "I never get up before noon now. I send my bitches to work at that candy store, and then I usually check on them around two."

Mac clenched his teeth at this. He'd worked hard all his life, and was used to rising with the dawn in order to get everything done. And here was this lazy, shiftless bum who let his females do all the work for him, while he reaped all the rewards. But...but he needed him.

"Alright, make it at three o'clock, but promise me you'll be there."

Caramel nodded. "No problem, you have my word." He got to his hooves and drained his mug. Mac rose with him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I think it's time to take a nap. Sluts, get in here!" Both mares hurried to obey. "I'm going to go lay down for a bit. See that my guest makes his way out." With that, he turned and headed to his bedroom.

Both mares waited until his door was closed, then Bon Bon whispered, "Lyra told me what you did, Master. We're grateful."

Mac managed a smile for them, but he said, "Just don't tell anypony else. I don't want to be thought of as soft." As he turned to go, Lyra grabbed his arm.

"Don't leave yet, Master! We have to repay you for your kindness!"

But Mac shook his head. "You don't have to do that, and I need to get going. I have others I need to see." They both fell to their knees.

"Please, Master. It's all we can offer you! We'll be quick!" whispered Bon Bon. As Mac hesitated, they both began kissing him through his fabric and running their hands up his thighs. Mac wasn't made of stone, and as soon as they noticed his growing bulge, Lyra reached up and undid his jeans. Bon Bon gasped when she saw him. "It's bigger than you said!"

"Told you!" laughed Lyra, as she began licking one side. Bon Bon joined her on the other side, and together they soon got it sopping wet.

"I want this beast down my throat!" whispered she.

"Go ahead and try; I could only handle half of it!"

"Noob!" smiled Bon Bon as she then took him in her mouth. Lyra watched her girlfriend with awe as she swallowed him down to the base.

"How are you doing that?!" Bon Bon winked at her and kept deepthroating. Not to be outdone, Lyra took one of his balls in her mouth and began gently sucking, rolling it around on her tongue and getting it just as wet. After a few minutes of this, where their sucking and moaning were the only sounds, Mac began shuddering, which they noticed.

Bon Bon pulled off and began stroking him and said, "Blow your load all over our faces, Master!" Mac gladly complied, as his cum came out like a jet. They both cried out in delight as he pulsed again and again. Lyra wrapped her lips around him and let him shoot the remainder into her mouth. Once her cheeks were full, she grabbed Bon Bon and placed her mouth over hers, sharing the man batter. Their mouths now empty, they began licking Mac clean. Mac's breath heaved as he watched them. Their faces were covered in his cum as they licked it off each other, then they both smiled up at him as they kissed.

"Please come back and see us, Master. You're delicious!"

Mac soon finished his task as the Sun was setting. He had eight stallions who had promised to visit his farm in the next few days, so that should keep his mares occupied and taken care of for the time being. The black collars had him concerned, as their non-compliance could spell trouble for him and the farm, and by extension his family. So he'd purposely sought out stallions he'd heard were experts at breaking black collars, like Filthy Rich. He'd been one of the first to accept the Caribou rule, as he'd seen it as more than a chance to get out from under his overbearing wife and daughter. They were both red collars, both barely clad and on their knees when Mac had come to visit. He saw the teenager was missing her trademark tiara and she had what looked like cum on her mouth. She certainly recognized him, but after briefly meeting his eyes and staring at his crotch she kept silent. Mac said nothing about it, only outlining his plan with Filthy, who readily agreed.

The Sun was below the horizon, and its golden rays shone over the clear evening sky when he finally made it back to the farm. After checking on his mares, and enduring their protests ( he decided to keep his plan secret from them ), he entered the house and sat heavily down in his easy chair. Somepony had lit a fire, and so he gazed into as he sat, thinking of his plan. Then, quietly, two hands started rubbing his shoulders, then reached down and enfolded him in a hug. "Welcome back, Master..." breathed Applejack into his ear. She came around and sat daintily in his lap. He smiled as he looked at her. She was wearing a sheer nightgown and nothing else. She rubbed her boobs in his face, then began kissing him all over. "Ah missed you..." She pulled the nightie over her head, then fell to her knees and whispered, "Time to make up for the past few days." She slowly, gently undid his jeans and pulled them down and off. She then spread his legs and breathed on his dick, then took it into her mouth. Then she stopped and smiled at him.

"You've been busy today, Ah see," as she could taste the other mares' saliva. Big Mac grew red.

"I can explain--" he began, but she cut him off.

"No need...Master...Ah'm just gonna make sure you always come back to me..." she whispered as she swallowed him again and again. Once he was covered in her spit, she got up and spread her legs before sitting down. "Ah want you in mah ass," as she reached back and positioned him to line up with her ponut. She sighed as she eased him in. "So big...so nice..." as she began grinding and flexing her ass muscles around his dick. She stuck one of her breasts in his face, her nipples hard as diamonds. "Suck..." He gladly did so, while gripping her ass with both hands. He began to thrust violently, causing her to cry out, "That's it! Deeper! More! Cum in mah ass, Master!" Two more hard thrusts and he did just that, pumping her full of his hot cream. She screamed as her own orgasm made itself known, wetting his lap with her juices.

Panting, they lay in each other's arms, as silence filled the room. Then Applejack looked up, to see their little sister watching them and fingering herself.

"Mah turn!"

"I won't tell you anything!" screamed Fluttershy. Her body was a mass of bloody welts from the cruel lashing she'd endured, and one eye was closed due to the beating. She spit out blood as she lay on the cold, concrete floor and clenched her teeth. "I'll never be your slave! You'll have to kill me first!"

The Caribou all smiled. "You're a stubborn bitch," one said. "But we know how to deal with stubborn bitches." He turned to one of his subordinates and said, "Bring it in." They opened the door, and one came in carrying a small cage. Inside, was a white bunny. Fluttershy's eye flew open when she saw him.

"An...Angel?! How...how did you find him?"

The one who'd spoken before grinned down at her and said, "It was easy. Your friend told us about him, so we knew he'd be hanging around your cottage, waiting for you." Fluttershy stared at him.

"What friend?" He turned again and nodded. As Fluttershy watched, they led a mare in on her knees.

It was Twilight.